"I want you to make a call."

"What, right now?"

Fisk nipped at Wesley's neck, causing the younger man to moan softly. "Yes, right now."

"To whom?"

"Francis."

Wesley turned so he could face his lover. "What do I say?"

"Make something up. I want him to hear this."

Fisk reached down and stroked Wesley's cock, ripping another moan from him.

"M- may I ask why?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you. He needs to be taught that you belong to me." He handed the phone to Wesley. "Here."

Wesley took the phone, dialing the number as Fisk began the open him up with his fingers.

He waited a moment, his breath high and heavy, then turned to Fisk. "It's going to voicemail. He must be asleep."

"Then leave a message."

"What- ah! What do I say?"

"You need to think on your toes more often. Make something up."


"Francis, I- I'm sorry if this is a bad time. I understand it's the middle of the night.

"I- I- ah! I'm… sorry. I don't know what came over me. When you get this message, I need you to contact Leland and ask for those reports we wanted last week.

"I- I am aware that this is usually my job. I just want you to- to- oh god- *ahem* make sure you know your way around my job… just in case something happens.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Mm, I'm sorry about that. I don't usually curse. I'm just… so heated about the fact that Leland still hasn't sent those reports.

"Ah, fuck. Yessss, fuck me- um… I'm still on the line. Well. That's all I wanted to tell you."

"Tell him what I told you."

"Fuck, Wilson, it's too much; I'm gonna- ah! Wilsonnnnnnnnnnn…

"Um. Wilson- no, sorry, Fisk wanted me to tell you that… that I am his and only his."


Wesley turned to Fisk, who was carefully pulling out. "Is that all?"

Fisk smiled wickedly. "Give him one more moan, to remember this by."

Wesley's eyes widened. "Sir, I- ahhhhhhh, fuck!" Wesley groaned as Fisk bit at his throat once more.

"There. Satisfied?" He ended the call.

Fisk grinned. "Immensely."

He pressed up close to Wesley's warm body, wrapping an arm around him. "You make such pretty noises, James. It would be a shame not to tease him with them."

Wesley entwined his fingers in Fisk's, cuddling up closer. "I won't be able to look him in the eyes tomorrow."

Fisk kissed his jaw gently. "Good. Now he knows. You are mine."