Don't return. He doesn't want anymore.
Even as they returned to a semblance of cheer peace between heists and other drunken nights, Twisted Fate felt that gap. Still the same, he could annoy Graves as much as he wanted and the man just insulted back without meaning it. But there was something between them, different from what himself felt toward the latter. Different from that warmth invading his chest in some occasions, small details that touched him.
It was his fault, in a way. They settled on a common understanding, would never do this or that again. Graves would try not to aggress him like in the incident.
But in exchange – if that could be considered a deal – Twisted Fate was to let him at peace.
That was his actual matter. Because till now, he thought it was fine to go bother Graves at an ungodly hour. He never said no. Did he really want at some point or was he just letting him do what he pleased by lack of fuck to give ?
Something in Twisted Fate broke a little at that order. And he didn't know why exactly. Just felt it, this peculiar emptiness. It hurts.
For the first days after, he followed it. Wasn't planning any time soon to go in direct confrontation with Graves. Not after he asked him to keep his hands for himself. This wasn't really clever to say. Should have thought about it. In a way, Twisted Fate trapped himself with that because in their previous routine he was the one getting handsy on the latter.
So he stayed quiet about it and searched for another source of relief. Going out, find another willing person and it would be good. But sadly, Twisted Fate didn't feel like it. What he used to do several times when in need, it sounded useless. And after his recent heat and the last alpha, strangely he didn't want to risk meeting another asshole.
Waited, hoped that for once he wouldn't yearn for contact. This really made his life difficult. Wish I could be free of that.
When it was the time he used to visit Graves, he let it pass without moving. But his mind couldn't really change focus. Just lying down in bed, desperately seeking sleep but it refused to come. I could be somewhere else. No no no, bad idea.
That night, this emptiness came back and kept him awake late. Till his body couldn't bear.
And the rest of the week happened in a similar fashion. Just impossible wait for sleep, restless in his sheets but unable to find exactly the matter. Twisted Fate could tell it was linked to his need to go back to the latter but so hard to determine.
Little by little his patience grew thin, giving in seemed so easy and inviting.
Yes but he will be mad. And it meant passing as an hypocrite, expecting his partner to follow an order while himself wouldn't. But I need…
Why can't I just find someone else ? For that particular trick, he was pissed. There was no reason why it wouldn't work yet he didn't want to. Even if he knew it would be a solution.
On the tenth night, Twisted Fate surrended. Nervous but glad anyway, he reduced the distance to Graves's room. Yes, the stress. He refused to admit his increasing hearbeat was for another potential reason. He will be so so angry. But he had to go or his own body would give up.
No light, as usual. Small hurry though he still made an effort at not waking the latter too early. Strangely it brought some comfort to hear Graves snoring lightly, so unguarded. The man was always himself, never tried to hide or mask a part of his personality. For this Twisted Fate was maybe a little envious, he would love to be so careless, let it in the open. But it was too dangerous to let everything to see. And it would make him a poor poker player.
This was basically a bet. Or Graves would kick him out or they would go on for another heated night. Everything or nothing. It scared him a little, just to imagine the worst option. If Graves really wanted him gone, it would break this opportunity forever. But he was a gambler and life was a game, nothing worth without a little risk.
Undressed, clothes folded and left on a nearby chair, Twisted Fate reached the only bed of the room. Stood there, briefly considering his chances on this. But he was so close to his need and wouldn't coward now. Let's do this.
Had he just got on the bed that it woke up Graves, startled. It seemed that this night he had a very light sleep but whatever. For being nearly attacked in his rest, he started to fight back so Twisted Fate panicked a little. Hey hey hey no. But couldn't talk, refused to, again the same block.
It didn't last long. After some short struggling, hands grabbing at each other, Graves seemed to recognize the situation and flopped back on the mattress : « Motherfucker… »
Just the time to calm down, collect his thoughts. Then no chill, he started to snarl at Twisted Fate, very annoyed : « The fuck you're doing here ? You can't come back. » So much exhaustion in the tone.
There was pause but surely Graves waited for an answer before remembering the man never talked much. It made him more angry : « Get out. I have nothing for you here. Remember ? I don't give you crap for your choices and you let me sleep. It's easy, no ? »
As Twisted Fate expected, it hurt to hear that. Anyway he stood his ground, straddling the latter as to prove he wouldn't go away. I can't go. He didn't move and kept his hands on Graves, stroking gently what he could reach.
« Okay, I'm done. » Just that sentence then Graves actually went to dislodge him. A lot more strenght used, wrestling Twisted Fate off him.
No no no ! Unlucky, Graves was stronger than him, nothing to do against that.
« Stop ! Please, Malcolm. » Urgency so he spoke up against his need for safety.
And it worked. Graves stopped as the words echoed into darkness.
Some grumbling : « And now you can talk. Why don't you leave me alone ? I thought you didn't want my hands near you ever again. »
It was true, his own words but Twisted Fate regretted it. This was so difficult to express, not even sure why his heart was aching right now. « I… I don't know… Fine, I shouldn't have said that. »
« Idiot. Don't ask for something you won't be able to stand by. Your concept of boundaries is full of shit. » Was it him or Graves sounded less mad at him ? Just tired. But the time explained that.
« I'm sorry but I need… »
Twisted Fate hated being like that, having to voice what he really wanted but if he did maybe the latter would let him stay. Not often he apologized to Graves.
« Then go outside, find a guy ready to give and have fun. Why do you have to come here if there is easier ? »
« Malcolm… » Difficult to think straight, being on top of the latter reminded him of his craving. So so close to potential relief.
« Answer that. »
Not fair. Twisted Fate himself didn't know the answer and seeked it. It's not that simple.
« I don't know. »
« And I don't know why I would care about this. It's not my business. »
Desperation running under his skin. It looked like Graves was ready to throw him out.
So he made a last attempt at justification : « Please, I need you… » Went for it with all his heart, blindly grabbed the latter's face to earn a kiss.
A certain non reaction answered the urge. Twisted Fate would have sobbed if it wasn't muffled, but the latter returned the kiss eventually.
Short contact but one nonetheless. Graves pulled him off the kiss by the hair then sat up on the bed with the man on his lap.
« You really don't know when to quit. Fine, I'll do what I can. But on my rules. »
Despite the annoyance showed, relief flooded Twisted Fate, so glad to have this. The second after, he was pushed down on the mattress, back to the rough sheets. What a turn on, to feel Graves towering him. Not able to see him but the threat coupled to the promise were alluring. Breath near his face, not nearly as heavy than his.
A large hand rested over his chest, warm presence, while the other went directly to his entrance. At first Twisted Fate tensed in surprise then relaxed, letting him in. The conversation had him less aroused but his need came back full blast. Graves pushed a finger inside, it didn't hurt and soon his body got on the plan, rocking back. And so he grew slick, panting softly as he was stretched further.
Yes… What he seeked in this room, with this man. Twisted Fate let his guard down, gripping the sheets as pleasure built up. Couldn't wait to be ready for the best part.
Moans were let out without any restrain, for having already broken silence earlier. It became easier to be noisy, as Graves worked him open.
By now three fingers deep inside him, grazing that tender spot and rewarded by another sudden jolt. Smooth glide, no resistance opposed. Twisted Fate still felt a bit ashamed for the debauched state he was in.
« Malcolm. Please. » He needed him inside. And quick. Just to feel again, be held closer. He reached for the man, whatever part of him, just communicate the desperation.
Graves paused in his task, contemplating the ask then pulled out. The following emptiness left Twisted Fate weak but he bit back that whimper. So ready to take it.
But instead of the characteristic chuffling of clothes being taken off, Graves moved on the mattress. Himself couldn't see much but he felt the man going away. Panick surged in his nerves.
« W-What ? »
Then his legs were spread open, Graves keeping him like this as he settled down. Twisted Fate could barely think about the next move than he felt the altter go down on him. Sudden wetness welcoming his cock, making him release a honest cry. Couldn't wrap his mind around that, how good it felt to have Graves directly tending to him.
Slicked fingers came back to his rim, circling before sinking inside without an hitch.
What else could he do ? Twisted Fate groaned low in his throat, barely holding together in the several intimate touches. His hand went on instinct to Graves's head, burried in his hair without further intent. Maybe tried to coax him but he would take whatever the man gave him.
Already the end seemed near, spasms shaking his frame. No… We didn't got to it yet… Tried to push Graves a little, to prompt him to move on.
« Malcolm— ! Fuck me… »
The latter paid no mind to his plea and redoubled his efforts. Fingers crooked, right on Twisted Fate's prostate, making him writhe on the bed like nothing could be as good than this. To finish him, he took him down his throat and the world seemed to vanish in blinding light.
Back arched taut, voice cracking on the end, Twisted Fate felt electricity course his veins in the instants of climax. And Graves took him without a remark, just keeping him down to prevent any damage. He spilled into that sweet warmth, bucking weakly though it was repressed.
For some time, it was just him trying to regain his breath and composure, still very impacted by Graves's attention. Would have prefered him to fuck me…
With his mind cleared a little, Twisted Fate rose and crawled to the latter, ready to offer relief in return. So fuzzy feeling right now, so pleased to be in this comfortable bubble.
Graves stopped him before he could press a soft kiss to his lips : « I gave you what you asked. Now get out. »