Last warning: I do not know where this story is heading. I am going on a whim here. If I can fit it in, I may even run with the Mpreg. You never know. This is being written as I work as well so time skips are a thing, because insperation will hit me, then its time to go to work and its gone. If I get to an actually put in a sex scene, its because I have time and more then likely just read the hotest steamy sex scene I had at the time (Thank you manga for your services.) lol This is as much as a suprise for me as it is you. know I am with you reading everything at the same time as you, so any comments left will probably replied with something like a third persons point of view like "Yeah. I didnt see it coming either."
On another note, I actually wrote chapter 4 then came back to chapter 3. I hope you cant tell lol
~Loner
Daryl Dixon wasn't the adult he claimed he was, Aiden knew. After all, Aiden could spot a fake ID from the other side of the world. It was a good one but fake, nonetheless. Of course, Aiden didn't tell the kid he knew. As far as Aiden was concerned, Daryl Dixon was an adult, even if it had been an illegal adult (which the kid wasn't. He was 19, now). It was just something in the kids eyes that made the kid older than he was. Aiden didn't ask. Didn't need to, either. Not after being caught in the act of having sex with the kid by his older brother, who, turns out, just got home from military training.
"Son of a bitch," a voice roared from the open door way. Then, a body was tackling Aiden's much smaller body away from the bed where the man had just manhandled Daryl to, hands working to pull off shirts without somehow breaking their headed kiss.
A few hits to the stomach, because, honestly, the attacker had lifted his body higher then he suspected the man meant to, Aiden was thrown out of his shock and fighting back.
Say what you will about Aiden and his height, no one could say Aiden couldn't fight. He was like a rabid dog in that sense. Once it got going, his complete focus was on life or death. Anger and desperation, maybe a little passion, always kicked in when Aiden started swinging.
Aiden roared in anger, hand already reaching up to yank on of the cords plugged in at is head, even as he kicked up at his attacker trying to knee the guy in the chest. With swift movements, the smaller man flicked his wrist like the cord was a whip, hitting the man on his waist with the pronged end, aiming for the face.
By this time, Daryl finally been knocked out of his stunned state and processed what was going on. "Merle!" the kid shouted over the two men fighting on the ground.
Aiden yanked the cord, needing more length, and the alarm clock it was attached to came flying off the bed side table, smacking the floor next to his head. He ignored it in favor for stretching the cord out between his hands. Without hesitation, small hands wrapped the cord quickly around the attackers neck and yanked. His attacker, for his part, only paused slightly in his attempt to get at Aiden; the subconscious need to pull at the cord now trying to strangle him out weighing the need to kill for just a moment.
"Merle!" Daryl yelled again, standing up to try and pull his older brother off his lover. "Merle, Ace, stop it!"
Aiden took advantage of Merle distraction, the man's hesitation, to swing a leg around the bigger man's chest. Flexing hard earned muscles, Aiden sent the man to the side, cord twisted in his hands with the movement. Aiden planted his feet on broad chest and pulled the cord as he locked his knees, feet flat upon the body in front of him.
"Ace!" Daryl whined, going to grab the middle of the cord where it twisted into an X. "That's my brother."
Aiden's narrowed eyes cut over to meet blue eyes, ignoring the attackers struggle to claw at the cord, or him, in desperate need for air. "So?" his voice, as always, grumbled up from his chest, holding an viciously dark quality to it.
"Ace," Daryl practically begged, "please?" He didn't want to hurt Ace. He didn't want to fight the man over his brother, but he would if he was forced to choose. Merle was the only blood he had left. Daryl would be the first to admit the man, his brother, was an asshole, and, yes, there was qualities in the man he would love to change, but Merle was still his brother, who was always there for him. The man who practically raised Daryl, or the man whom he fucked on occasion? It wasn't a hard choice to make. Daryl just didn't want to make it.
It must have shown on his expression too, because, a moment later, Ace sighed and released his hold on the cord. "Fine," Ace grumbled out, dropping the cord and moving to get up from the floor. "Fine. But only because you asked so prettily," Ace growled, causing Daryl to blush, despite the situation they were in. Then, the small man was going towards the door. "I'll be with the idiots in town." The 'call me when you get this sorted out,' hung in the air when the door slammed shut behind the man.
Daryl watched the half naked man leave. Blue eyes shifted to the clothing he left, spotting the jacket on the end of the bed and knew, regardless of what happen between them today, Ace would be back for it.
The bike started up with a loud scream as Daryl turned to his brother, who coughing and yanking at the cord around his neck. "What the hell was that?" Daryl hissed at his brother, now that there wasn't any danger of anyone murdering the other.
"The hell…" Merle huffed, having not yet caught his breath, "do you mean," the man's voice was as mocking as he could get it, "what was that?" Merle pulled in a few deep breathes. In… out… Then, finally, Merle growled out, "I'm a kill him!"
"WHAT THE HELL, MERLE!"
Needless to say, Merle and Aiden's first meeting didn't go over too well.
Aiden pulled up into the parking spot up front and cut the engine. Terry, Jefferson, and Max turned in next to him; Max almost taking off his handles with how close he parked to Aiden.
"What the hell, Max," Aiden hissed at the red head.
Max lifted broad shoulders up in a shrug, unfazed by Aiden's glare.
Max was a tall man, almost 6 foot 2 with red hair and a tan complexion. He was a quiet man, choosing to use action more then words. Not that it mattered much if Max did use words, because, even though Max could speak fluent English, Max usually defaulted to his mother language, Spanish. Aiden had asked him about it once. Max had just said he was a true blue Hispanic, which just lead to more questions; like why he had red hair. Aiden had gotten a long winded history lesson that night.
Terry, who had parked on the other side of Aiden, just whistled as observed the two bikes. "Damn, Max. Cutting it a little close don't you think?"
The blonde was answered with another shrug from the big man, who was now digging through his bike's bags, perhaps looking for his wallet.
Terry just sighed and dismounted, joining Jefferson by the grocery doors.
Aiden watched Terry start to pick a fight with Jefferson almost as soon as he got with in arm's length of the man. "You know, if Terry didn't have a girlfriend, I would have suspected he was into Jefferson," he commented idly as he pulled off his helmet and dismounted.
Max let out a quiet snort of laughter, closing up his saddle bag with a snap. "They're just idiots," the man reassured Aiden with a grin.
They both started to the doors. "Clowns, really," Aiden dead panned as they all met up at the doors.
"What about clowns?" Jefferson asked as they made to walk into the door, clothes rumpled, hair in a rats nest.
Aiden fought to keep his face from scrunched up in discussed at the man's appearance.
"I think, he means us." Terry didn't look much better, supporting a redden cheek and a split lip. "Rude," the man huffed out with mock hurt on his face.
The door chimed as it opened for the group going in. Instantly, Aiden could hear the whispers of the cashiers near the door.
"It's them again," one cashier sneered to the bagger at the end of her lane.
"Who?" The bagger looked up from where he was restocking the bags for the next customer. "Oh. Them."
"Isn't there another grocery store they can go to?" another cashier asked, dislike coloring her tone.
"What's wrong with them?" the bagger asked as he ran his eyes over the four men. "Yeah, they look a little…" how did he say it? "but," the bagger just continued the sentence without finishing the first part, "They don't seem too bad."
"You don't know?" the first cashier asked the boy.
The bagger rolled his eyes at her, as if to say 'obviously.' "Know what?"
"Those are Daryl Dixon's friends," the second cashier sneered the word 'friends.'
"Oh," The bagger grimaced.
"Yeah," the first said sarcastically, flipping her hair back from her boney shoulder, "oh."
"You know any friends of the Dixon Brothers are bad news."
Aiden glared at the three employees as he walked by. He hated this dirty ass small ass town. "I would go to a different grocery store," Aiden hissed out in their direction, "but your dumbass town isn't even on the damn map. That's how God damn small it is."
Jefferson, who just happened to be the closest to Aiden, chuckled like the short man had just made a joke. "Come on, Ace," the brunette stressed the name with a secret smile on his face, "leave them alone. They have the education of a small town."
"Which is to say none," Terry chuckled out.
The cashiers glared at them, but the group of four had already turned down the chip aisle.
Aiden was standing in line to check out when his phone rang. Charlie' voice from Hollywood Undead blaring from the hastily thrown on button up (after all, most stores had a 'no shirt, no shoes, no service' policy, and his original shirt was still with Daryl) chest pocket, blaring border line filthy words about showing weenies in public. Aiden ignored the dirty stares from the low lifes around him.
"Oh?" Terry was teasing as Aiden fished out the phone, "I wonder who that could be?"
Jefferson gave off this little giggle like snicker at the blonde's words. "Gee," the brunette said, sharing a knowing look with Terry, "I don't know, Terry. It could be anyone."
Aiden scowled at the two clowns, shoving his snacks into Max's arms. "Be right back," the man said, walking off before anyone could protest.
The phone call died out before he could find a relatively quiet space to answer. He waited, phone in hand, pretending to be interested in buying some of the cheap ass phone cords the story had available. Just as he was picking up a royal blue box, a cheap Bluetooth he guessed, to take a look at the finer details, his phone started to sing again. Aiden flipped it open, putting it to his ear. "Darlina." The way the hated name rolled from his lips, dark and seductive, made the other person gasp. Something about the way he said it, Daryl had admitted one day, didn't make the kid hate it so much. Aiden knew, however, if anyone else was to use the nickname they would be getting a personal introduction to the kids fists.
"Ace."
Damn, Aiden thought, not a body call then. Aiden put the box he was looking at down. It wasn't worth the money in his eyes. "What can I do for you, Darlina?" he absently asked the kid. So, sue him for trying to spin the serious call into a boody call.
"Come back?" Daryl asked lightly into the phone.
Aiden suspected the poor kid's ears were red in embarrassment just asking. The kid didn't seem to be the type to beg anyone, much less a lover, to do anything. "And why should I do that?" Aiden would have been back eventually, anyway. That was his favorite jacket, as well as his riding jacket. It had cost him a pretty penny, one he didn't really have at the time. The jacket had been the first thing he had bought, a celebration gift to himself for his first paycheck. He had plenty of jackets now, spread across all the places he visited frequently, but that one would always hold more value to him.
"Cause, I have your jacket."
The little shit knew it too. "So?" Aiden tried not to sneer at the idea of being blackmailed over a stupid jacket. He wasn't that attached… no, not at all.
There was a moment of silence like the two men had hit a stand still. A silent standoff with each other, even as Aiden pretended not to notice and poked the line of boxes holding different colors of charging cords, moving the front box to look at the second one.
Finally, as Aiden moved the fifth box, Daryl sighed. "P-please," the boy shuddered over the word, before the kid seemed to draw in all his courage to finish the rest of the plea out in a steady voice, acting as if it didn't embarrass him just to say it out loud, "Daddy, come back."
A sudden shutter of arousal swept through Aiden. The fuck did that come from? Daryl hadn't done that before. Hell, the kid hadn't even hinted to having such kinks. Aiden had kinks, and, yes, those kinks did dominate the bedroom a lot of the time, but the darker ones were kept away from the kid. Aiden never even hinted to the kid what he really wanted to do to his young lover. He had eased Daryl into the scene, keeping it more on the gray then the darker side. Some where, some how, Aiden must have let it show… "Fuck."
Daryl knew he had won too if the huff of relief on the other side was anything to go by. Then, the kid was there, using it to his advantage, and Aiden knew, just knew, he was going to be wrapped around the kids pinky finger if this continued. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I was naughty. Come home, please."
Aiden's mind was thrown straight into the gutter. Fuck. Images of Daryl bent over the bed, pants below the knees, ass cheeks red from the most resent spanking, rutting against the side… moaning for him…. Fuck. Daryl crawling to him with a tug on the leash, ball gag in mouth, cock ring fitted tightly the boy's erect penis…. Double fuck. Using the kid as a fuck toy in anyway he felt fit… "Fuck," the word came out more of a groan.
"Daddy," Daryl whined, voice hitching, like the boy was reading Aiden's mind. "Daddy, please. I need you…"
Well, shit. This what not how Aiden thought his day was going to go, not after being mulled by Daryl's bear of a brother. "I have not forgotten about the attack." Because, that is what it was. He was attacked, and he didn't normally let that go.
"I know, Daddy," Daryl sounded like he regretted it, even though he wasn't the one who started the fight, "I forgot he was coming home, today."
"Naughty child." Aiden couldn't help himself. He was a warm blood male. "You should be punished." If Daryl wanted to take responsibility, who was he to say otherwise. Aiden wouldn't be forgetting the brothers part in it, but he was willing to let it pass… Aiden stubbornly refused to listen to the voice in the back of his mind that said, 'Maybe.'
"Where are you, baby doll?" Aiden demanded as he turned on his heel, discreetly slipping one of the cheap phone chargers in his pocket as he did so, heading to the door. "Daddy will meet up with you."
The motel Daryl had directed Aiden to was dingy and dirty on the outside like the rest of the low life town. After living on the streets for as long as he had, then traveling around on gang business, Aiden had gotten use to staying in these types of places. However, a small part of him, the part he wasn't going to acknowledge, didn't like the idea of Daryl getting use to these places that only prostitutes and drug dealers rent.
Aiden cut the engine and pulled off his helmet. Instead of dismounting right away like he normally would when he pulled it off, Aiden balanced the helmet in the space between his legs. The drive had given him time to cool down and think. As much as he wanted to walk into that room and go through with all those dirty little thoughts Daryl had installed into his head through voice alone, Aiden knew they needed to talk. What Daryl unwittingly proposed to him was serious business.
Aiden leaned back on the bike seat, remembering to kick down the kick stand, placing a hand behind his back for balance. This wasn't just any old situation he could walk into and take control. There needed to
be rules and regulations to protect both him and Daryl; mostly, to protect Daryl from him. Aiden was borderline psychic. At least, that's what his therapist had said when the court ordered the evaluation. One simply didn't play with him, Aiden played with them… Rather cruelly. While Aiden knew what companionship was thanks to the two idiots forcing it upon him, love was a whole different concept that was always out of his reach. Daryl would probably never experience that with Aiden.
Aiden sighed. Well, best get this over with, Aiden thought as he dismounted his bike and started up the path to Daryl's rented room. Well, the man thought, raising a closed fist to the door, here it goes. Then, Aiden knocked on the door.
When the door opened a minute later, Aiden cursed silently. There stood Daryl, wet hair, moistened skin, shirtless, pants hanging on his hips, half done up, looking as if he just got out of the shower when he knocked.
"Ace," the kid chirped at him, moving aside to let Aiden in.
Aiden moved into the room in a bit of a daze. All that mental prep talking on the way didn't prepare him for such a lovely sight. When he found his voice, it sounded a little huskier, even to his own ears. "Darlina." Aiden moved to… delicately… sit on the bed, sneering at the room.
The room wasn't as bad as he was expecting. The inside of the motel room was clearly more taken care of then the outside suggested. Sure, the furniture was old with scratches and in need of a good oiling, but it wasn't broken or chipped around the edges. The off white walls did look a little washed out in some areas to Aiden, but one could argue that was part of the design. The linen on the double sized be looked new and soft, but, that, Aiden knew, was a lie.
"We need to talk," Aiden said as his eyes turned to Daryl. "Seriously. None of this 'Daddy' bull shit either, Daryl." Fuck if he was going to let the kid sidetrack him again.
Daryl stared at Aiden, eyes traveling from the man's head to his feet then back up. The kid sighed, as if he wouldn't be getting anywhere with Aiden until they had this talk. "Fine," the boy grumbled out, crossing his arms over his chest.
Aiden waited for Daryl to sit down. One minute of silence when by, neither said anything, the only movement was Daryl shifting from one foot to the other. At the five minute mark, Aiden frowned at the boy. "Well?!" he snapped, growling at the kid, "Sit down."
Startled, Daryl took a step back, tightening his arms a bit more. It wasn't the first time Aiden snapped at him. Probably won't be the last either. He was just high strung since the words 'we need to talk' usually led to a bad outcome. Daryl hesitated, but moved towards the office chair and desk at the end of the bed. He plopped down, sunken into the seat like a teen who just got caught rebelling against the rules and was awaiting the verdict from their parents.
"Thank you," Aiden said in a rare show of politeness, shifting on the bed to see Daryl better. "Now," he started, taking in the rare sight of Daryl acting his age. "What is it you want from me, Baby doll?"
"What?" Daryl asked, sitting up in his surprise.
Aiden paused, taking it in. Maybe the boy misunderstood the question? "Let me rephrase that: what do you want from me sexually?" Then, seeing Daryl still didn't understand, he tried to explain further, "You
called me 'Daddy,' baby doll. Do you know what that even means? That, also, isn't a word you would normally use in your everyday life. So, I guess, a better way to ask is: what does 'Daddy' mean to you? Because, last I checked, it means a lot of different things varying from person to person." Daryl was still young. The kids sexual experience was limited to porn, which was grossly exaggerated most of the time, and whatever Aiden felt was safe to introduce: hand cuffs, nipple clamps, the softer side of the dominance and submissive play, nothing too scary, but all completely normal.
Daryl's ears went red at Aiden's words, mind already flying back to the conversation they had on the phone. He wasn't sure, himself, why he had taken it in that direction. It just sort of slipped out. He just remembered feeling guilty for forgetting his brother was coming home, for the fight that broke out between Merle and Ace. Then, he had remembered the feeling of Aiden walking away, pissed beyond what he had ever seen from the short man up to that point. Daryl had wanted Ace back, needed the man to come back to him, reassure him that Ace wasn't leaving him. "I don't know," Daryl had said after thinking on it. "I just…" he stopped. How did Daryl explain what he was feeling at the time? It was too complicated for words. "I just needed you."
Aiden sighed in frustration. "But in what way, baby?" the man asked again. This was going no where, and he needed an answer. "Explain it to be, Darlina," Aiden demanded, "Explain it to me so I can understand. What are you asking from me?" Aiden stood from the bed. "Do you want me to take care of you? Give you my debit card and let you spend all you want? Make you wear pretty clothes and dress you up to fit the name Darlina? Do you want me to put a collar on your neck and make you clean the spunk from my shoes with that wicked tongue of yours? Use you like the cumslut you are hinting at being?" At this point , Aiden was standing before Daryl, leaning on the plastic arm rests. "What is it you want, Baby doll? Tell me," Aiden reached out and gripped Daryl's chin holding it in place as he leaned in, lips centimeters from meeting his, "and I'll do it all. I'll have you crawling, nude except for a pair of lacy panties, an o ball gag in your mouth to hold it open for me to use as I feel." Aiden watched as Daryl slowly turned a full body red as he spoke. "Then, when I grow bored of fucking that pretty little mouth of yours, I'd hold you down, face first into the floor, as I pulled the lace hiding that greedy," Aiden pushed closer to the boy, spreading long legs wider to give him space, "needy," he punctuated the word with a thrust of his hips, silently telling Daryl just how much the idea was turning him on, "hole back and fucked you like a stallion in a rut."
Daryl couldn't hold back the whimper of pure need that crawled its way up his throat, hips pushing back into the other man's thrusts. "Yes…" the word came out breathlessly.
"Yes, what?" Aiden growled out at the boy, pushing his hips hard into the boy, clothed cock pressing into the other's. "What is it you want from me, Darlina?"
Daryl moaned, hands reaching out to grip the mans hips, pulling Ace closer. "Daddy, use me," the words were slipping from his lips without conscious thought, too far gone in the wake of the images running through his minds eye. He wanted that, and more. "Use me like that. Fuck me until I'm sobbing on the floor. Tease me until I'm begging, pleading for more. Please, Daddy, Please…" Daryl was getting choked up in desperation, all the fantasies he had spilling through his lips as they replayed in his head. "Bend me over and spank me until I'm rutting against your leg in desperation. P-lease…" a whine left Daryl's lips, trying to rub against Aiden like a bitch in heat. "Please, Daddy…"
It was a beautiful view in Aiden eyes, seeing his lover come undone with just words of how he would take them apart. He knew the only reason it was happening was because of Daryl's inexperience. Of course, in theory it always sounds great, but reality was different. Eventually, we all grew up, kinks changed and the wants sometimes never met the needs. "Give me your save word, baby."
Daryl blinked at him, not quit understanding, too lost in the lust filled haze. "Daddy?"
Aiden blinked back. Then, green eyes lit up in realization. Oops. He really should have known. Daryl was too young to understand, too inexperience to be able to control the decent into subspace. The boy didn't even know what it was. Aiden would have to be careful in the future.
"Come on, baby," Aiden stepped back a little. Aiden was careful not to go too far, just incase the boy had a panic attack, thinking he'd done something wrong. "Let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed." Looked like Aiden was staying here to take care of the kid, his new sub.
One really long rimming with hand job and two organisms later, Aiden finally was able to guide the boy into the bathroom, where he was able to wash the boy down with surprisingly gentle strokes of the wash cloth. The whole time muttering praises in the boy's ear. There was a lot of difficulties due to Aiden's lack of height and arm reach, and, while Aiden was use to it, Daryl was not. The poor teen kept trying to drag the man into the bath with him, not quite in the mind set to think things out, just wanting to be closer to his Daddy. "No, no, baby. Daddy needs to wash you down. Be patient, honey, we're almost done." Daryl would whine, and settle down for a few minutes, then, like he had forgotten the scolding, he would try all over again to get Aiden in closer. Aiden had compromised with letting the boy lay his forehead on his shoulder as he whipped the boy down.
"Lift this arm for me, Baby doll," Aiden murmured in Daryl's ear as the boys head laid limp on his shoulder, content to just soak the man's presents in. "Good boy," he praise as the arm was lifted out of the water. "Here, lay it on the side of the tub so Daddy can wash it down without you needing to hold it up. That a boy. Your being such a good boy for me."
When he finally ran the wash cloth over ever inch of skin, taking extra care to get between fingers and toes, Aiden quietly commanded Daryl to stand up from the warm water. He did his best to wrap a towel around the tall, compared to Aiden, teen. Aiden gently prodded the boy out of the bathtub, watching to make sure the teen didn't slip, then guided the teen to the bed. "That aboy," Aiden praised quietly, trying not to disturb the boys subspace too much, "Let Daddy dry you off, then we can crawl in bed."
"Daddy will stay with me?" Daryl asked a bit childishly, eyeing the man as if trying to catch him in a lie before Aiden could give it.
"Yes, baby doll," Aiden answered honestly. They still had a lot to talk about, and, even though he had to accidentally pull Daryl into subspace to get a bulk of the answer he wanted, there were still the finer details, like the safe word, they needed to go over, subspace being one of them. "Daddy will be right here when you wake up."