“P-Pat, we’re done. There is nothing that’s going to happen between us, and we both know that. We can’t beat the Grail, and I’m okay with that, I really am. I can be rich and have my guys on the side. I know you’d never be happy with that, so it’s okay! I’m okay! I’m not in danger anymore and I can live with all of it, really. You can go. I want you to go.”
On the back of Ian’s bathroom door, his thick terrycloth robe hung, and Pat saw the belt hanging there. He stripped the loops of it and went to Ian, climbing over him on the bed and winding the belt around his wrists.
“Pat? Did you hear me? I said you can go!”
Once the knot was in place, Pat slapped a hand over Ian’s mouth, none too gently. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
Once he’d moved to the edge of the bed, he dragged Ian over, kicking and trying not to scream. He yanked Ian’s underwear off his ass as soon as Ian was across his lap, pulled them down his legs and off, taking them in his other hand to stuff into Ian’s gaping mouth.
On the floor was another belt, one of the fine leather belts that Ian wore when he was in his nicer clothes. Pat plucked it off the rug and doubled it up bringing it down across Ian’s beautiful ass once before he stopped, took the underwear out of his mouth and said, “If this gets to be too much, safeword. If not, keep your mouth shut and take it. I’m sick of your shit, you spoiled little brat. I know what you were doing just now, Ian. I know you’re trying to push us away. We all know, and it’s not going to work because we love you. I love you, you little fuck.”
Ian’s head started to turn, probably as shocked as Pat was himself that those words came out finally, and with Ian naked, across Pat’s lap. There was no better time to say them, though, and Pat knew that the second he’d said them.
Javi was right. With Ian in the position he was in, and Pat taking control at last, he felt it was right for the first time since it all had started. He brought the belt down again and again across Ian’s ass, the welts rising before he could bring down the next strike. Ian’s mewling, yelping and crying were music to him, and he felt his strength grow with each sound he made.
The power he was taking back surged through him, and the crack of the leather against Ian’s flesh was a chorus, welcoming him back to himself. When he was spent at that, he felt the shaking on his lap, Ian’s silent sobbing that shook his entire body.
Pat wanted to hold him, to bring him into his arms and hold him until the sobbing quieted, but it wasn’t the time.
Instead, he picked Ian up and stood, turning and throwing Ian onto the bed like he weighed no more than one of Ian’s feather pillows. Ian’s mouth opened, and Pat bent quickly, slapping a hand over his mouth and hissing, “Shhh. I’m not ready to fucking hear you yet.”
As Ian shut his mouth, Pat pulled his hand away, glaring.
Undressing slowly as Ian watched every move he made, he told Ian, “From the second I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine. It’s about time I claim you. Those eyes, so full of pain and all I could think was how I could make you smile again. I wanted to take away that pain and give you back your smile, and this is what you do to me. Not be a man and talk to me about your concerns. You want to push me away, thinking you’re protecting me? And the way you went about it, getting ready to fuck some guy?”
He was down to his underwear and Ian’s eyes hadn’t stopped moving over his body since he’d begun to strip. Crawling over him, He placed his lips on Ian’s but didn’t kiss him. Instead he asked, “You like the way I look?”
“God, yes, you know I do.”
Pat kissed him deeply, forcing his tongue in Ian’s mouth, didn’t take the kiss gently, but held his bound arms above his head, grinding on him like he’d seen Trevor doing. When he ended the kiss, he moved one hand under Ian’s ass, slipping it to the crack, then one finger found his hole.
Without so much as a little spit, Pat pushed the finger into Ian’s hole to the second knuckle, getting a hiss from Ian. He loved it, watching Ian’s head move back, his eyes clenching shut, and his lips parted with that hiss.
“Is this where you wanted him? In there?”
“Pat, I didn’t want him!”
“But you used him to try to push me away. You used a man, just like all those men you claim to hate.”
Ian’s eyes cut away and filled with tears at once, and Pat relented a bit, taking his finger from Ian’s ass.
“If you want to safeword, tell me now, Ian. Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you hard.”
When he looked back at Pat, Pat’s heart broke. Ian was pained, and he was sorry. Confused, lost, he was so many things and they all showed in his beautiful eyes.
With his voice hoarse and tears streaming from his eyes, he confessed, “Pat, I want that. I’ve wanted that from the start, and I want you. I hate that I hurt you.”
That broke his anger for a bit. He saw his baby in need, and Pat couldn’t help himself. Pat sat up and pulled Ian into his arms, holding him, cradling him as he sobbed more. “Shhh, baby, I know. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. You were trying to protect me.”
“I don’t want them to hurt you.”
“But you hurt me worse. They could kill me, and it wouldn’t hurt as badly as thinking I would lose you. Don’t you see that?”
Ian opened his mouth after staring up at him for a long time. It was much gentler, but again, he placed his hand over Ian’s mouth. “I don’t want to hear that yet, Ian. I don’t want to hear it because you’re sorry.”
Ian nodded once and Pat took his hand away, replacing it with his mouth. Capturing a long kiss, that said all Ian wasn’t allowed to say, he moved his hand back to Ian’s ass again, spearing him with his finger.
Ian writhed around it, but Pat bit his bottom lip, getting him to still. After letting go, Ian blinked up at him so sweetly, so submissively, Pat’s heart was in his throat. “I don’t reward bad behavior, Ian. In the men I dominate, I refuse to give them anything they may want when they piss me off, but this? Fucking you like I’m about to do, it’s for me. Take pleasure from it if you will, but this is my fuck. I’m taking you.”
Knowing to keep his mouth shut finally, Ian didn’t say a word, but Pat saw the agreement there. Ian knew that he’d most likely love the encounter, but his pleasure wasn’t the focus. It was Pat’s.
****
Pacing a foot from Ian’s door, every noise they heard from inside the room made Denny jump and ask, “Should we go in there? Is he killing him?”
Javi laughed at Denny’s questions, and pulled him away from the door. “Nah. He ain’t killing him, but Ian might wish he was dead when he wakes up tomorrow with his ass aching and on fire.”
“Ew, man! Come on.”
“You asked!”
****
With his underwear on the floor, Pat was positioned over Ian, sheathed, lubed and ready to fuck him until he was nothing but a heap of rags on the bed. He would do exactly that. There would be nothing left of Ian Andrews III when the night was over. All that would be was a man who was ready to be built back up into the man that Pat knew he could be.
While Pat wanted to impale him with everything he had, he didn’t want to damage his lover, so he took the initial intrusion slower than he would have liked. Ian still groaned with the burn of it, wincing as Pat watched his face change from excitement to trepidation.
His legs spread, bent at the knees and hips, Ian wouldn’t be able to move, even if his wrists weren’t bound. Pat had full control over his delicious body, and he left his cock lodged deep inside Ian, watching him adjust to the girth and length, while trying to prepare himself for what was about to happen to his body.
“A few more seconds, Ian, that’s all you get.”
Like he was drunk, Ian’s glossy eyes moved to Pat’s face, scanning there like he was trying to find Pat’s eyes. His lips parted to speak, but all that came out was a rush of air.
Pat knew it was time. He lifted his hips straight back and waited for two full seconds before slamming his co
ck balls deep back inside him.
****
The scream that came from the room was chilling, but Javi simply laughed, remembering that feeling, Pat’s cock in him, those hips moving fast and powerfully. He envied Ian terribly at that moment, but Denny was staring at the door, his mouth hanging open.
“What the…? How can you guys like that so much? I mean, do you like that?”
“There’s nothing like it, my friend. Nothing in the world.”
“Doesn’t it…doesn’t it hurt? I mean, I know it has to hurt, I’ve had physicals before.”
Javi thought about that for a moment and commented, “Hurts so good.”
“Ugh, man! Be serious.”
“I am. You should try it.”
Denny rolled his eyes and walked away from the door, only to return a second later. “I’m not gay, so that’s a no go for me.”
“You don’t have to be gay to like a little ass play, Denny. Have your old lady do it.”
“Do what?”
Denny’s eyes were wider than Javi could ever remember anyone’s eyes being and he was gaping at Javi like he was nuts. “When she’s sucking you off, let her slide in a finger. You’d get off so hard, you’ll swear you’ve never really come before.”
“Bullshit!”
“Hey, you asked. Again.”
****
One, two, three thrusts, all harder than the last. He watched Ian’s face for signs that he was in too much pain and saw none. Ian was lost on a wave of sexual roughness that only certain people could take, could thrive on. Eyes rolling back in his head, Pat knew that for the first time since being drafted into the Grail, Ian was thinking nothing, worried about nothing.
His body was pliable under Pat, as he had no strength to fight or fuck back with Pat. Like a rag doll, he lay limp, pushing out whimpers that Pat fed on like oxygen. They breathed real life into him, possibly for the first time in his life.
The man he loved, that he’d fallen for so instantly that he hadn’t recognized it for weeks, was open to him. No resistance, no pushing back on him. His easy grunts, the way his head fell to the side, he showed his exhaustion. This, what he needed, was giving him the release from all the worry and stress at long last, and he was open for Pat to fill.
Pat stopped the steady thrusting, pounding in once more and staying still, gripping Ian’s hair and growling against his lips. “Now, the rules.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ian could do nothing but stare up at Pat. His face had completely changed. Gone were those warm, loving eyes that would show his concern and care. They were steel, serious, as was his thinned lips and heavily corded neck. Ian didn’t have to see his muscles to know his strength. It emanated from him, filling the room.
There was no doubt that Ian had lost every bit of control in the relationship. The friendship, Pat’s protection while trying not to insinuate himself in other ways, that was gone.
As much as he should mind, he didn’t. The feeling of lost control he’d had since it had begun with the Grail, that was different than the way it felt with Pat. The control wasn’t taken from him and wouldn’t be used against him. Pat was going to guide him, lead him and love him while controlling him.
“W-what rules?”
He was shaking, his cock throbbing with the need to release. He would come so hard, he knew, that he’d possibly black out, but coming to, he knew Pat would be there, bringing him around again. It didn’t scare him, and he didn’t feel as if he was losing anything.
Pat’s voice, though he’d heard the deep growling before, had changed too. Deepened? Become more growling? No, not necessarily. There was simply less hesitation. There was a confidence and a dominance that wasn’t there before, and Ian knew that was him. He’d pushed Pat past the point where he was trying so hard to be gentle with Ian. He’d tried to take his hand and lead him instead of grabbing him by the hair and dragging him along.
“No other man will fucking touch you in a sexual way again.”
That first command from his dominant, it went right through him, lighting every cell in his body with fire and lust, love and sweet caresses. “Never again.”
Another teeth-rattling thrust, as if that was the checkmark to the demand. Pat’s cock, so thick and hard skimmed over his prostate roughly, sending that blast of sexual energy through his mind and body.
Pat’s lips were on the corner of his mouth as Ian tried to take in a full breath. “Mine. You’re all mine, Ian. This beautiful body will be on display for me when we’re alone, and I will do things to it that will leave you without one doubt about who the fuck owns you.”
Letting out a strangled whimper made him feel so weak, but that’s not how it was meant. Under that weakness, Pat was renewing strength in him. With Pat’s lead, Ian could take himself anywhere and do anything. He was becoming the man he wanted to be, and Pat was dragging him there.
Another thrust, and that shooting electricity, Pat’s lips on his jaw, right by his ear. “No more secrets, no more lies, no more pushing me away, ever. You are mine, Ian. If you don’t love me and want me to go because of that, it’s one thing, but not trusting me to be able to handle this? Not fucking acceptable!”
After that command, Pat went for it, pounding him over and over again while Ian felt his body being moved like he was boneless, nothing but a pile of muscle and sinew. The feeling, it was so good, and it hurt, and it was wonderful. Everything, that’s what it felt like to be fucked by the man. All the good and bad mixed in until it took over his mind. He was nothing but a sex toy, a lifeless hole for Pat’s amusement. He wasn’t a man caught in a terrible crisis, unable to escape a horrible fate.
Again, Pat stopped, fully inside him and Ian felt his hair being pulled, the burning of his scalp making him yelp. “Do you understand that, you fucking brat? No more bullshit!”
Unable to so much as blink with his hair being pulled, he managed a strangled, “Yes…”
“Louder!”
“Yes! I understand! I’m yours, Pat! I’m yours!”
Pat pulled out of him and flipped him over like he was a piece of paper instead of a full-grown man, pulled him to his knees and pushed back inside him, fucking him ferociously. Ian wasn’t stupid, he’d asked for this. Pat was in love with him unlike Ian thought he could be loved by another man, but this was a hate-fuck. He was angry and frustrated and he needed to make a point.
Ian’s hair was yanked, pulling back his head until he couldn’t so much as swallow. His voice was cut off, as was much of his ability to breathe, but it didn’t matter. Pat was claiming him, showing him in the strongest, most brutal way that he was desperately in love with him.
He’d be bruised on the cheeks of his ass with how hard Pat was laying into him. Pat’s hips hitting his ass, oh, there’d be marks that would remind him for days after of Pat’s love. For so many, the way Pat was taking him would look like little else but sex, but for each blindingly savage thrust, he was telling Ian that he was wanted, needed and cherished.
When Pat came, he pulled out and slapped Ian’s ass, giving him a helluva sting. He was pushed away so Pat could stretch out on the bed and Ian struggled to get turned around to look at him. “Pat…?”
“No, you’re not coming.”
Ian broke out in chills at that. As much as he wanted to come, knowing how amazing it would be, he liked that Pat wouldn’t allow it.
After untying his wrists, Pat took each of them into his hands and kissed over the raw flesh. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been pulling at the restraint. “Next time don’t try to get loose. Know I have you bound for a reason, Ian.”
His voice had softened, and his eyes were less hard too. Each kiss he left on Ian’s wrists was filled with care. “I’m sorry, Pat. For…everything. Especially that lame shit earlier. I should have known you’d see right through that.”
Pat moved close to kiss him, a tender kiss that lasted only a second. “You’re forgiven, unless you’re trying to talk me into letting you come.”
“No! I mean, I’d love to, but I want you to say when. I needed this, Pat. I didn’t know to ask, sure, but I wouldn’t have asked if I did. This…Jesus you can fuck. There’s that,” he laughed, though it was a tired laugh, as he could barely move. “But there was a lot behind it that I needed.”
“Yeah. There was. I’m glad you see that.”
“Where was this guy? Hidden under all those layers of sweet?”
Pat caressed his face, kissing each corner of his mouth. “Maybe, but I can show you both, if you can behave.”
“I’ve never been good at that. My nannies said I was a terror. I messed up in boarding school so much that my father had to pay millions to keep them from throwing me out.”
“Why didn’t I know any of that before?”
Ian shrugged, the answer truly eluding him. “I don’t like to admit that I was just another privileged rich kid, acting up and letting Daddy bail me out of trouble. Would you?”
Pat’s hand swept his waist and brought him closer. The erection that hadn’t waned a bit was pressed into Pat’s hip. “There won’t be need of that anymore. There’s no one to bail you out of trouble anymore. You’ll face consequences, you’ll feel wrath when you fuck up, but beyond that, Ian, I’ll tell you every time you’ve done well, and you have. You may have been a privileged rich kid who let Daddy bail him out, but you didn’t stay that way. You grew and you learned, sought to be better. That’s why I fell in love with you. I do see you.”
“I know, Pat. That’s why…well…”
“It’s okay now. If you want to say it, say it.”
The words weren’t easy for him, no matter how much they screamed in his head. He’d never been in love before, not like that, so powerfully that he didn’t know how he’d lived without it before he’d met the man.
They were so big, though. Three relatively tiny words were huge, caught in his throat, knowing that once he said them, he was committing to a man that didn’t take them for granted. Pat would cherish them like he cherished Ian, and he’d never stop trying to help him and protect him. They were more than a declaration; they were a vow that he was okay with Pat giving up his own life for Ian’s.
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