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The Naked Truth
It had been a little over two and a half hours since they'd arrived at his home, and Bane was just a tad anxious to get back to his rooms to find out what his Pet had been up to in his absence. Well he knew part of it, as Blake had run straight for his bathroom as soon as they'd arrived and then rhapsodized for at least five minutes over the fact that there was a shower, bath, and most importantly, a toilet. According to his Pet, the water tank was going to be noticeably lower by the end of the day because he was going to shower and then he was going to soak until he was a shriveled up raisin. A not particularly appealing image, especially when he could just be imagining the other man wet and naked. In a room with real walls and a very large bed. And with zero neighbors in his wing to bother them or eavesdrop.
As for the water, he'd showered briefly before leaving to see his men, so he didn't really care about that.
And now that he'd proven to himself that he was strong enough to resist his Pet for what was essentially three hours Bane saw no reason to deprive himself of his Pet as he'd finished talking to his men and been updated on all that had occurred in his absence. He'd also briefed them on his Pet. Namely making sure that they informed all the men that he'd personally tear limb from limb anyone who thought to put hands on what was his. And that should his Pet attempt to escape, he was to be delivered back to Bane with as little damage done to him as possible. Bane was the only one allowed to punish his Pet for any transgression.
Judging from the looks he'd gotten this wasn't something they'd ever thought they'd have to deal with, Bane could relate to that, but they would follow his orders, as they always had.
At his side Barsad seemed oddly restless, but Bane didn't ask why, trusting that his second would speak up if it was something he needed to be made aware of. But since he knew a possible cause for Barsad's unusual behavior, and had already decided to simply keep an eye on the situation, Bane watched the other man's face as he told his second to stop by the room assigned to Hitachi and the boy to make sure their former teacher had recovered from the journey across the desert. The old man had held up well until today, when the sun had seemed to sap all the man's strength and had resulted in Kei actually carrying his adoptive father into the compound and straight up to their rooms.
"Of course."
Getting the vibe that Barsad would have gone even if he hadn't asked him to, Bane told him that he could go do that now, instead of escorting him to his own rooms. It wasn't like he didn't know the way, after all.
Nodding his head Barsad headed off, leaving Bane to continue on his way alone.
And when he arrived at the hallway leading to those rooms, where guards had been positioned to make sure his Pet stayed put, Bane dismissed them for the rest of evening aswell, as he was more than capable of making sure that Blake stayed right where he wanted him.
Thinking about how he intended to make sure that his Pet stayed right where he wanted him nicely occupied Bane's thoughts until he was stepping into his bedroom, the sight that greeted him then wiping all other thoughts from his mind in one fell swoop.
Of all the sights he'd expected to greet him, his Pet stretched out naked in front of his balcony doors was not one of them. It was a sight that stopped his heart even as his mind rushed to reassure that the blanket his Pet was stretched out, the way Blake had positioned his arms to pillow his head, and most importantly the steady rise and fall of the beta's back indicated his Pet was fine.
Still his legs felt slightly weak as he walked over and then crouched down beside the other man, reaching out to check and find Blake's pulse strong and steady. Just sleeping.
That confirmed, Bane relaxed and turned his attention to appreciating the body in front of him.
Sliding his fingers through the cool, now silky smooth hair, Bane found himself enjoying the texture and opportunity to touch and play at his leisure. He hadn't stroked someone's hair since Talia was small, and there was something calming about it that had always appealed to him.
Eventually his hand went lower, the skin bared there for him impossible to ignore. It was new, to touch and trace fingertips over every dip and curve, learning and mapping it out without any need to rush or wonder if his touch was even wanted. His Pet was fast asleep, after all, and had even said before, that he would welcome Bane's hands on him. Whether that was true or just something Blake thought he wanted to hear was irrelevant at the moment as he ran his hands up and down his Pet's spine.
Someday, perhaps, he'd go over every inch of his Pet's torso with him, asking about the changes in texture that hinted at wounds that had healed long before they'd met. Some he could guess, from his own experience and knowledge of such things, but he didn't know the stories behind them. And he was curious.
Massaging and kneading Blake's ass, because of course his hands had gravitated there, Bane smiled a little behind his mask at the 'mmhmmm' sounds Blake made in his sleep.
Or not sleep, Bane realized, when a glance back along the length of his Pet's body revealed that he was being watched through half open eyes.
And then Blake was rolling over so that he was lying on his back, spread out for him in a way that invited him, Bane sensed, to continue to touch.
Cautiously Bane accepted the unspoken offer, keeping his touch light as it roamed over the pale chest beneath his hands, thumbs lingering over the nipples when he saw and heard his Pet's enjoyment of it.
To distract himself a little Bane asked his Pet why he was lying on the floor when he'd been dreaming about a bed for days now.
Arching into his touch Blake's voice was a little husky from sleep. "Stretched out here to catch the last of the sun, work on getting rid of this farmer's tan I've started. Not to mention the fact that your towels are scratchy as hell, and this seemed a better way to dry off. Do you have clothes for me, by the way, or am I staying naked in this room?"
Having his Pet constant naked and ready for him whenever he wanted…the idea did appeal…
The knowing, sexy chuckle that rumbled out of his Pet drew Bane's attention to the man's face, the moonlight playing lovingly over the planes of the cop's face. And then Blake was sitting up and suddenly they were nearly eye to eye with Blake wrapping his arms around Bane's neck like it was the most natural thing to do.
And winked at him right before Blake placed a teasing kiss on the grill of his mask while welcoming him home, as he'd gotten into the habit of doing.
Why that gesture, which he couldn't even feel, flipped all his switches Bane didn't know. He just knew that suddenly he was in motion, his hands on Blake's hips as he stood up, his only thought to get the other man to his bed. Now. And when Blake's legs spread wide, his knees squeezing Bane's hips while his Pet arms remained wrapped around Bane's neck, eyes on him the whole time…getting his Pet onto his bed was his only goal.
All but throwing Blake onto the mattress as soon as he was in range, Bane wasted no time in stripping out of his clothes and then, after switching on the bedside lamp to insure he could see all of him, joined his Pet on top of the covers as he covered Blake with his body.
The hands his Pet immediately placed on him were unexpected, though Bane knew he shouldn't be as they ran over his chest while Blake looked up at him invitingly. His Pet was very tactile, and the feel of those fingers moving over his bare flesh while one of Blake's legs came up to rub against his side…
"So does this mean I'm going to be seeing more of you this time? Well, your eyes at least." Blake smirked at him as his fingers came up to tease the sides of the mask's grill, staying away from the straps, which was smart of him.
"You want to?"
"Yes, please."
He wanted that too. "Stay."
He didn't keep the supplies needed in his quarters, he had never needed to, but-
"On the table there."
Looking in the direction Blake had jutted his chin towards, Bane saw that at some point Blake had gone through his cabinets in the bathroom, and had brought out a jar containing aloe gel, which would indeed do nicely for the task at hand.
Leaning forward Bane grabbed it and paused for a moment, considering if he wanted the pleasure of opening Blake up or not. In the end the lure of his Pet continuing to touch him was enough to have him unscrewing the lid and then coating his own fingers with the contents.
"Spread your legs."
The smile Blake aimed in his direction could only be described as wicked as he bent and brought up his knees, putting himself more on display.
Opening his Pet up, which was getting easier as the other man adapted to his girth, Bane found himself taking his time regardless, enjoying the fact that he could clearly see Blake's face as he touched inside him. Was being touched in turn for once, which his Pet seemed to actually enjoy. Though not as much as when he touched his Pet just right deep inside, finding that spot that had Blake's nails digging in, and body thrashing under his.
The look in Blake's eyes though, Bane wanted to see what they looked like when he was inside the other man. Wanted to see for himself what they looked like when he was fucking his Pet. Wanted to see the truth he would find there.
So Bane gave himself the pleasure of going slow as he slid inside Blake's body, kept his eyes locked on the beta's face as the cop moaned and arched, his lashes starting to come down, opening wide again to meet his when Bane ordered Blake to look at him. To keep his eyes on him.
And oh what those eyes told him as he fucked Blake into his mattress, his Pet arching and meeting his ever thrust while clutching him close, fingers digging into his shoulders and arms for purchase as he vocally made it clear that he was enjoying ever moment of this. That this wasn't an act Bake was putting on to save himself.
He wanted Bane. Wanted what he was giving him.
And realizing this Bane fell just that much harder under the other man's spell as he went slow until it just about killed them both, desperate for it not to end.
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Meanwhile
Relieved of duty, and grateful that Bane had given him an excuse to seek out Kei, Barsad did his best to make his way to the quarters the younger man and his adoptive father had been assigned as quickly as possible. He genuinely did want to make sure that Hitachi was all right, the man had been his teacher in the past, but if he was being honest Barsad would admit that the chance to interact with Kei and try to get to know the alpha better while neither of them was on duty was the main reason for his hurry.
Thanks to all the overheard conversations between Bane's Pet and Kei Barsad had a pretty good idea how to approach and speak to the latter now. Or at least how to have a less frustrating conversation with him. Music was in no way his area of expertise, which seemed to be the only thing the younger man seemed to really enjoy talking about, but as long as you were blunt, to the point, and patient with Kei's to the point responses one could, in theory, have a conversation with Kei where the other man both paid attention and participated. Something that thus far no one but the cop seemed capable of doing.
He'd observed others in their attempts to gain the alpha's attention, especially since the younger man sucker punched them all with how gorgeous he was when he was happy, but none had had any real luck even just talking to Kei, much less getting into the alpha's pants. Frankly, Kei had made the offers of sex seem even less interesting to him than just holding a conversation, which had flatten many an ego since then.
Remaining in the shadows while watching the others fail, Barsad had only become more intrigued by the enigmatic man who was as confusing as he was gorgeous.
Kei, formerly Simon, was an alpha who behaved nothing like an alpha.
Arriving at the correct door finally, Barsad knocked and then waited with his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for what he thought was an acceptable amount of time before trying again. He very much doubted Hitachi was up to or desired to wander around Bane's compound, and Barsad also doubted that Kei would leave his father's side, so logic dictate that they'd both be here.
The door opened, and Barsad could actually feel his eyes bug out a little at the sight that greeted him.
Wearing only a towel Kei stood in the doorway, water still clinging or sliding over muscles and curves on their way to the rock flooring. His hair was slicked back, which only highlighted the alpha's bone structure and drew more attention to the bright green of his eyes as he stared at Barsad.
And as for the rest, well Barsad was aware that he'd seen far more ripped and impressive bodies before, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with the lightly muscled, hairless body before him. Especially when it was suck an inviting golden brown that made him want to-
A hand was waved in his face, bringing Barsad's attention back up to where Kei was looking at him questioningly, asking him what he wanted. And not for the first time, Barsad was guessed.
"My apologies." Barsad blurted out, even though he was not a man who apologized. "Are you sure it's wise to be opening the door dressed-I mean not dressed like that?"
The boy cocked his head to the side in consideration, glancing down at himself and then back at Barsad. "Really? Wouldn't seeing that I'm not built like most alphas help me get rid of the ones that want to have sex with me? You're probably more ripped than I am under your clothes."
"There's nothing wrong with your build, and your face…"
"True. Most people do seem to think the perfection of my face makes up for most of my deficiencies. Then they get to know me better."
Barsad had absolutely no idea what to say to that. So he suggested that they continue their conversation inside Kei's room, where he wouldn't be on display to anyone who might come by.
Nodding, Kei moved off to the side, motioning for him to come in.
"Just keep your voice down. My father is sleeping and I'd like to keep it that way. He's very old, you know."
Stepping into the room, which was just one big space with beds at the far side opposite the door, Barsad noted the lone figure in the left bed before he turned back as Kei closed the door behind them.
"So what did you want to talk to me about? Is it about guarding John?"
"No. I'm…you confuse me, and I feel that I must understand one important thing before I proceed." He would figure this boy out if it killed him. It had become a point of honor to him and Barsad had never been the man to back away from a challenge. But first there was one vital piece of the puzzle he needed to understand for his own sake. So that he could be aware of how that piece might alter his perception. And how he proceeded in the future.
The look that came into Kei's eyes then…Barsad wouldn't have called it cunning or calculation, but rather a knowledge that suggested at the intelligence the alpha seemed to hide so well.
And Kei didn't ask what the one important thing was either, just watching and waiting.
"Kei. Do you like to kiss people?"
The boy blinked a number of times, brows furrowing a little.
"Why?"
"Just answer the question. You can consider it an order if need be."
A moment's consideration. "Under my own terms, I like it."
Of course even a simple question like whether the alpha liked to kiss would lead to further questions. Why on earth had he thought this would be any different? It was like pulling teeth. Or perhaps his patience was just too worn at this point, something about Kei wearing through it with deadly ease.
"What do you mean by your own terms?"
"I have to be in control."
Oh.
"Then I would ask you to kiss me."
Silence once more, and then Kei asked him why, Barsad responding that it was an experiment.
"Oh. I like experimenting too." A searching look. "You're just asking for a kiss, not for more? I won't have sex with you."
"Just the kiss."
Kei mulled that over and then shrugged like he'd decided that it was no big deal. "Okay. Though I haven't done this in years. Hands to yourself and NO taking over."
Not waiting to see if Barsad agreed to his terms, which he would have, Kei moved in until they were a breath's away from being chest to chest, the other man's hands coming up to cup his cheeks.
And then an oddly delighted expression crossed Kei's face as the alpha's fingers stroked over his beard like he was…
"Are you petting me?"
"I've never touched a beard like this before. I like how it feels."
Oh for the love of God...
