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Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine

If someone were to ask Blake if he had an exhibitionist streak, he would have said no he did not, thank you very much. The closest he ever wanted to get to having sex while in the company of others was dancing sexy in a club or at a party. This was most definitely not a club, and while Blake was sure that the other two men in the car valued their lives far too much to even chance glancing back to see what he and Bane were doing...yeah...it was a testament to how far gone Blake was right now that he was still all but giving Bane a lap dance as they drove through the streets of Paris.

And in all honesty, it probably would have been a proper lap dance if not for the whole being in a confined space and Bane's thighs being so friggin huge. His dad had been a bouncer after his mom had died, and lacking a babysitter he'd spent plenty of time at that club seeing things he shouldn't as a kid. He knew how to give a lap dance.

But yeah, neither sex nor a lap dance were happening for the time being, which made trying to work off his adrenaline and sexual frustration really...frustrating. Especially since there was the added rush of completely decimating their enemies as a cherry on top.

And fuck but he just wanted to lick all that whipped cream right up.

Now that sparked some interesting mental images and ideas, Blake thought in one corner of his brain as he deliberately moaned as wantonly as he knew how into Bane's ear. Cause yeah, those mental images were not helping his self-control at all.

Buzzkill Bane was trying halfheartedly to stop him from what he was able to do, throwing off Blake's rhythm by trying to exert pressure on Blake's hips to keep him just sitting on Bane's lap, no grinding.

Note that the alpha hadn't once suggested that Blake could, you know, actually sit on one of the available seats around them though, Blake thought with a wicked smile.

His Alpha also wasn't attempting to avoid all the kisses Blake was giving him, the other man quite happy to return them with interest instead. And with lots of tongue. A little bit of teeth, too, but the bumps in the road made that not the best or safest idea. Either way Blake relished knowing that Bane was keyed up enough to let him do this much.

Poor guy. On top of everything else Bane was having to deal with completely natural and to be expected biological reaction to the omega's scent from earlier. Bane had maintained outward control, and hadn't slipped once that Blake had noticed, but there was no way it hadn't riled the alpha up. Riled him up-but Bane hadn't wanted her. He'd ignored her because he was taken. He was Blake's. His mate.

Wiggling with glee as he thought about that Blake's somewhat scattered thoughts also shot off in some other directions that reminded him all over again why he wanted to preen and fuck himself on his mate like a boss.

Breaking off the latest kiss Blake started kissing and nipping along Bane's jaw while he squirmed and grinded, whispering-or hopefully whispering since he didn't have a lot of self-control left-to Bane about how fucking hot it had been to see him in action. How fucking strong and fast and fucking lethal he was. How hot it had made him, knowing that Bane was his.

The growling sound Bane made went straight to Blake's cock, making him make a sound that yeah, he could have done without others hearing.

"You need to be quiet. Behave until we are alone."

Blake knew Bane was right; but he really didn't want to stop.

Decisions, decisions.

Perhaps sensing what Blake was thinking-it was quite possibly written all over his face at the moment-Bane's fingers dug harder into his hips, ensuring that he couldn't move at all unless he wanted it to hurt. Which in all honesty Blake could have gotten on board with, but Bane angled his head and lowered his voice so that his words were for Blake's ears only.

"Only I get to see and hear you when we are like this."

Nipping Bane's ear in response Blake pitched his voice low too. "I'm just getting the foreplay out of the way so that you can take me as soon as we're in bed."

He could feel the shudder that went through Bane's body in response to that. Not to mention hear the strain in Bane's voice when the alpha harshly ordered him to behave.

Smirking over those facts Blake decided to sort of behave by asking Bane to call and check on Barsad and Simon.

They'd get that out of the way, Blake thought as he nuzzled the side of his face against Bane's. That way they could go straight to bed when they got back to the apartment.

Thinking the same, maybe, Bane pulled out his phone and placed the call to what Blake assumed was Barsad's cellphone. No answer.

Fuck. That wasn't good. Unless the two had been arrested or taken into police custody. That could be good. Take Simon out of the equation. Shit, why the hell couldn't he have thought of this before, Blake mentally berated himself. He could have told Simon to make a break for it after he delivered the woman to the doctors. Fuck. Hindsight really was a bitch. And hormones were obviously eating his goddamn brain.

Sitting up properly now in Bane's lap, Blake hoped that Simon had had the thought instead as he focused on this latest turn of events. "Call the doctor's office. You have their number, right?"

Hopefully they'd say Simon had gotten away. Or that the two men were fine, at least. He couldn't think of any reason they'd be in trouble he needed to worry about, though this was Simon he was worrying about because yeah, he couldn't not worry.

Thankfully Bane seemed to think that that was a good idea, or at least he was placing another call while Blake watched. And then listened when someone picked up this time. Unfortunately, he couldn't understand a damn word that was being said, since Bane was talking in French and he could barely make out what the woman was saying on the other end.

He also didn't know what to make of the look that had just crossed Bane's face though. Something had happened, obviously. But was that something good?

Blake had to wait a few more minutes to ask, Bane ending the call with another look on his face that Blake had never seen before. But he wished he could have captured it with the cellphone's camera for later use. Sweet blackmail material.

"Well?"

"They are still at the office. She said they will be along...eventually."

"Eventually." Blake repeated, getting a very bad feeling now. "What, do the cops have the place staked out?" Please let that be the case.

"No."

Seriously? How crappy were the police over here? If he ever got out of this, he was going to have some things to say about that. There had been multiple assaults after all, Blake silently raged in his head. Attempted rape-though that was always hard to take to court when the victim was an omega in heat. And he got that, he did, but still...there had to be some punishment. Some recognition that they'd done wrong.

Though then again, the majority of their opponents did have broken bones and serious injuries right now, Blake thoughtfully reminded himself. And possibly permanent injuries when it came to the ones Bane had taken out. Fuck, his mate had definitely been a gladiator in another life.

And crap, he was a horrible person. "Is the woman all right?"

"She has been medicated and is currently unconscious. They seem to have things well in hand."

Okay. Good. So the woman was all right, the police weren't apparently going to show up and do their job any time soon, which sucked-though come to think of it your average cop wouldn't stand a chance against Barsad. Better they not end up in body casts for trying to do their job.

But wait-if they weren't what was keeping Barsad and Simon there, what was?

Blake put that question to Bane, who refused to give him any kind of explanation.

"Hey." Blake poked Bane in the chest for emphasis. "Simon is the closest thing we have to a kid at the moment, so earn yourself some future daddy points and tell me what's going on. He's okay, right? If he's hurt and you aren't telling me there will be no sex for you."

Though fuck...he really, really didn't want to have to follow through on that threat.

Bane's expression said plainly he was not amused. "The boy is uninjured as far as I know. And he's not our son."

Unspoken, but clearly thought, was the sentiment that Bane would never have a son who behaved like Simon. To which Blake made a pfft sound. You didn't get to pick your kid's quirks, and good luck trying to mold any kid who was half his.

"What. Aren't. You. Telling. Me." Punctuating each word with a poke, Blake did his best to convey that there would be hell to pay if he didn't get an answer ASAP.

Glaring right back, Bane bit off that the answer should be obvious.

What? Obvious? What was he missing?

Frowning, Blake turned that over and around in his mind, trying to figure out what he was missing. The puzzle pieces of what he knew and could guess were scattered, his attempts to fit them together frustrating as fuck. What Bane didn't want to say outloud and how-oh. OH.

He was getting the picture now. Fuck.

"Gotcha. Nevermind."

"We will not speak more of it." Bane further prompted, obviously wanting to ensure that Blake wouldn't kill the mood later by bringing it up. Or mentioning it just to mess with him, which was fair.

Miming zipping his mouth Blake winked and then went back to kissing his mate.

'And you boys have fun.' Blake mentally added but wisely did not say.

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Meanwhile...

Barsad lay sprawled out on the tiled floor, gasping for breath and shivering at the contrast between his hot and sweaty body against the cold tile at his back. It didn't help either, that his brain was only just starting to re-engage enough to begin trying to comprehend how he'd ended up in his present position. Dimly Barsad could hear the sounds of cupboards being opened nearby, things being rifled through before doors were shut and more opened again.

What was Simon looking for, Barsad wondered in some corner of his brain, the thought leaving as quickly as it came. He had more important things to worry about.

The last forty sometimes minutes or so were a bit of a blur, but Barsad remembered most of it. They'd been coming to the doctor's office for the cop's results when they'd stumbled across an omega female going into an unnatural heat on the street. Chaos had ensued. There'd been fighting, then Bane had ordered him to ensure that Simon successfully delivered the omega female to the doctor while the rest of them held the attackers off.

And that was the first thing that made no sense to Barsad. Simon's reaction to the female.

The woman had begged Simon to fuck her the entire elevator ride. Had tried to grabbed at him while rubbing herself against the boy like a cat in heat. Barsad had heard clearly the sexual favors she'd been offering and yet through it all Simon had remained unmoved. The boy had visibly gritted his teeth and not altered his hold on the woman in the slightest. He hadn't so much as copped a feel.

They'd made it to doctor's office without running into interference, and had arrived just as the doctor had come out of one of the rooms with six omegas and two betas in tow. From his research Barsad knew that the doctor held group support meetings at his office upon occasion and the latest one had just been scheduled to end.

Thankfully the doctor had read the situation correctly, leaping into action to get the medication needed to sedate the mindless omega from his office. He'd taken care of her quickly and efficiently, and in that time all the other omegas had had time to understand the situation.

Namely that the gorgeous, in his sexual prime young Alpha in front of them was so strong willed and moral that he'd resisted the in heat omega's advances, understanding that she wasn't actually consenting or willing. Had in fact saved one of their own from being raped and been scratched up and bruised in the process. Was a Hero.

In other words...they'd been all over Simon like white on rice. Six of the omegas and one of the betas- who Barsad assumed had come along to support his omega sister given the resemblance- had made it clear they were very interested in getting to know Simon immediately as soon as the now unconscious omega was being carried off by the doctor's son to be cared for.

Simon had had SIX willing omegas-both male and female-all but panting for his attention and what had the boy done?

He'd ignored them, grabbed Barsad by the arm in a grip tight enough to bruise, and without a word of explanation had dragged Barsad off to the nearest unlocked room. Ignoring the others and Barsad's demands to know what was going on.

Barsad blamed his lack of resistance on being stunned to be chosen from the other possibilities.

He still couldn't understand it, Barsad silently admitted as he made himself shuffle up and onto his elbows to take stock of his situation. Which was not good. The tattered looking material lying on the floor nearby was what was left of the shirt he'd been wearing earlier; he was fairly sure. His pants and underwear still looked useable, but were currently hanging down around his ankles.

The fact that his naked torso was covered in semen from both their releases completed his 'look'. And humiliation.

It was so very tempting to lie back and play dead, Barsad thought with a muffled groan. Or just close his eyes and wish that dying of embarrassment was an actual thing that could happen. It would be preferable to returning to the safehouse like this. Shit.

Looking over at the sound of his name, Barsad caught the plastic bottle tossed at him reflectively.

"Open yourself up."

Blinking over Simon's tone, expression, and the words themselves, Barsad just stared for a couple minutes before the fact that the other man was finishing the removal of his own clothes snapped him back into reality. Or close enough for him to say something that made sense.

"What?"

"Open yourself up. I don't have the control to do it right now. I don't want to hurt you."

Oh. Oh fuck.

How he'd ended up on the floor was still blurry, but Barsad very much remembered them rolling around on it like a couple of hormonal teenage boys just figuring out what their cocks were for. They'd been uncoordinated as fuck, and that was being generous, but they'd made up for it in need and enthusiasm.

It had also been the first time since they'd started whatever their fucked-up relationship was where Simon had not maintained control over himself and the foreplay. It had been strained before, particularly when Blake's heat scent had riled the boy up, but even then Barsad had never been in control for more than brief seconds and things had gone as Simon scripted.

There'd been no script or control this time. They'd kissed and bit and grinded until they'd both gotten off. Period.

Simon had just been taking the edge off, Barsad now realized with a combination of horror and lust. Getting them off as quickly as possible so he could hold off on what he actually wanted most, which was to fuck Barsad properly.

Chest heaving as he stood over Barsad, eyes hot and focused on him like laser beams, Simon bit off his next words like it physically pained him to say them.

"If you don't want that you need to go. Now."

Fuck.

Barsad knew what the smart thing to do was. What his training and decades of restraint and basic common sense said to do.

Fuck it.

Shooting Simon a look full of equal heat, Barsad told Simon to get his boots off for him then.

That earned him a more predatory, pleased smile, Barsad returning it with interest as they both went to work getting him ready.