Page 26 of Check

“No.” Alex smiled and waited. “And put your smile away. It will not work at present.” Still he waited, hand coming up to rest on his chin as he watched Pascal battle his feelings on the matter. “You have ignored me.” He nodded, accepting that and wondering if the fool knew how hard that had been for him. “I am offended at your dismissal.” As he should be, but it was never dismissal, only a hope at sanity in the middle of real life rather than the alternate version of life they’d all been living these last few years. Alex looked him over, drawing back up to green eyes that reminded him of so many nights of hedonism. “I will not be tossed aside as inconsequential. I am not.” His own smile broadened. Pascal Van Der Braack was anything but inconsequential. He was everything. Always had been. “It is barbaric of you to-“

“Are you going to shut up and come over here at any point soon?” Pascal huffed and stood up. “Crawl, Pascal.” The sharp look of discord that snapped back at him would be enough to send most humans running for their life. But he wasn’t most humans, and this was their way. “Or you could give me a chance to make you. I could use that right now.” Pascal hovered, presumably considering that idea. Alex cared little for either option. One way or another he was having his lips. On what he wasn’t sure yet.

“Then you will have to make me. I am not feeling-“ Alex was up and at the man’s throat before he finished the sentence, a twist and tug sending him to the floor beneath his feet. Pascal grumbled the entire time, barely able to contain his antipathy of the situation and yet not in the slightest trying to stop it.

“You’re still a brute,” he muttered from his knees. “An uneducated and undisciplined brute.” That he was at the moment. He’d lost any care for refinement, respect or thought. That’s not what Pascal was for, hadn’t been since they’d found their balance. “Could you not, for once, Alexander, be honest about your feelings rather than simply attack?” Alex frowned at the idea and looked down at him, aroused at the vision but confused about the question. “Hmm? I am here. Show yourself to me.” Lilah looked up at him from down there, too. He didn’t know why, but it was as if the two of them had become one somehow over time. They questioned and cajoled, finding a way in that Elizabeth never tried for. He sighed and ran his hands into Pascal’s hair.

Honesty.

“I fucked Lilah this morning.” No sound at all came from the man, as he stared down into those green eyes. He barely moved. No expression. No reaction. He just waited for more to come and gazed upwards. Perhaps he knew already. “You want to help me? Tell me why I did that when I knew you’d be furious about it and Elizabeth was in a hospital bed.”

Silence continued for a few more minutes as they stared at each other. There weren’t any answers for Pascal to give, and they both knew it. It was simply a selfish and self-absorbed moment in time that had passed by within in his own mind. Maybe it was necessary, helpful even, but it wasn’t sensible. And even now, he wished it had been Pascal that had been here rather than her. He would have fucked just as ravenously, more so even. “There’s your honesty, Pascal. How does it feel?”

Eventually Pascal looked at the floor rather than at him. He hadn’t expected that. He’d expected rage, or defiance at the very least. Storming up and out the door certainly.

“She antagonised you into it, yes?” he asked, quietly. Alex smiled at the memory, remembering her cutting words and show of aggression. She antagonised anything that moved these days, unless she was cajoling a jury into submission.

“Yes.”

Pascal got up slowly from the floor and looked at him, tilting his head and drifting his eyes around Alex’s features. “She is good, no?” he asked, moving to walk around him. His lips landed on his cheek at one point, slightly wetted by his tongue. “Not superior than I, though.” No, she wasn’t. He closed his eyes as he felt the man draw a finger over his back and come in closer. “Not as durable for your needs as I.” His own cock stiffened at the thought of his needs. They were fucked up when it came to Pascal. Dangerous. His fists tightened as Pascal walked back in front of him. “What do you need from me now that you have had what was not yours to take? Hmm? The little boy inside is broken, hmm?”

“She offered, Pascal.” The man snorted at something, a laugh following the sound that had Alex frowning.

“Yes indeed. Why did she do that? It must be confounding to you.” Blues eyes stared into green ones, as connected as they both always were, but this time it felt unclear what destination was coming. Confused actually. He shook his head. “Poor Alexander. Is he still so abominably lost?” Pascal licked his lips and moved in closer, brushing them across his own. “Where has his control gone? My monster has become insufficient in his peace, no? Lazy.” Alex shivered as the words blew breath on his skin. So close now. Just the two of them. No Lilah to stop it. No Elizabeth to scream at the violence that would come. “You are being topped by two of us, hmm?” Pascal’s lips kissed him briefly again, as he started to remove his jacket, then undid his belt. “You never have sucked my cock, have you? Perhaps you should. As an apology? I believe I deserve such things from you.”

More fluttered kisses came after that. Each one landing with the care that Elizabeth would put into making love rather than the fucking that was coming here. He frowned into them, enjoying them and the sound of Pascal’s voice. Soothing. Relaxing. He was lulled by them, back to a time when none of the responsibility was on his shoulders at all. He took and cared for nothing back then. He played games and amused himself, nothing more than that. He swayed lightly in the sound, lost in the rhythm of Pascal’s timbre. “What can I give you, hmm?” Pascalasked, carrying on with his lulling tone. One hand landed on his shoulder, pressure attached to it. He frowned again and kept kissing, letting the lips on offer numb him to no thought at all again. It was quiet here with Pascal. So quiet. Always was. And all he could think of was years gone by and a happiness he didn’t realise at the time. “We should go home, yes?” Pascal said through their lips. “Where I am the tutor and you the student.” His mind fogged at the words, but the silence that came was indescribable. He felt his knees buckle a little under the hand on his shoulder, felt them want to give in. “It is not so different,” Pascal murmured.

Alex grabbed at Pascal’s face, deepening the kiss to keep them both upright. He wanted this, needed it. He needed the taste of the man, needed his effortless ability to make everything seem sensible. Gay or not didn’t matter. Queer or not even less so. He was home here within these arms of Pascal’s, safe. Lost even.

His cock leaned into Pascal’s thigh, rubbing against it and causing a groan to emanate between them. Everything was so hard. No soft curves. No sway to his hip. He was sinuous muscles and solid bone beneath, all of it ready to be violated and treated as harshly as he dared to try.

They both moulded into one. Rampant hands grabbing at whatever was on offer as he tore at clothes. He wanted him naked, was desperate for him naked, no care to how severely his hands landed in any place he chose. This was everything he missed. He bit into Pascal’s neck, enjoying the growl of anger that came from the move. They would fight now, fuck as if they hated each other and enjoy that torment.

“No, slow yourself,” came from Pascal’s lips. Slow? Fuck that. Nothing was ever slow about them together. It was hard, brutal, and littered with bruising and blood.

He bit in again and shoved at the body, pushing it back to the sofa so he could tug at trousers and drive his cock where it most wanted to be. Slow was upstairs. He didn’t want it. He wanted something to fuck until it bled and masculine shouts of anger were heard. Pascal fought back, unusually with a sense of precision to it rather than the normal devil may care attitude they normally produced between them. He spun in his hold, rounding his back again and nearly kicking his feet from beneath him.

“Fuck you,” he spat. Pascal smiled and backed away, tugging the rest of his shirt from his trousers until it was removed entirely.

“No. You will stay here with me this time,” Pascal snapped. “You will not lose yourself in animalistic self-indulgence. Look at what you do to my skin,” he said, opening his arms.

Alex stared, as he began turning around, watching the stripes of old scarring blending with the dark olive tone. He smiled and remembered every one of them being delivered, and the howls associated with them. “Is this what you need again, hmm?” He frowned at the question, unsure if it was or not, and then shook his head again. “Or do you require my love, my compassion? It is not one in the same thing, dear boy.” His eyes snapped up, narrowed and severe at the name that he used in this situation. He was far from a dear boy anymore. That time had long gone ever since they ... “Get on your knees.” He gazed at Pascal, unsure what the fuck his game was but damn sure he wouldn’t be getting on his knees for anyone. Once it had happened, and at the hands of this man, but it wouldn’t be happening again. Never would it happen again. “For once, you will take direction and be told what you need without me having to persuade you.”

He would not.

He snarled and left the room, heading for the garden. He’d walk in the dark, see nothing out there and try to find his own route through rather than take orders from his own damn submissive. Pascal should know better than this. Hedidknow better than this. No one was ordering him to do anything. One cajoling into something was enough for the day.

Helpful or not.

The moon was barely present in the sky as he stepped out and drew in a long breath of crisp air. Whatever the fuck was going on in his mind swarmed back in like a car crash. Images of death, images of his father, images of cuts and stripes and bruising. It was all there. Every fucking day it was there. He needed it there. Wanted it like a blanket of comfort. And it had gotten worse since they all became four. Constant devastation haunted his mind, all of it directed at the man who was inside his home. Connection or not, the sickening thoughts that traversed his mind each day were formidable, and arduous to deny. Why they were still here, he didn’t know. They should have left by now. He had hoped they would leave once he accepted Pascal, loved him. They hadn’t.

He scrubbed at his face and crossed the lawn, looking out into nothing, and smiled at the thought of more images, still able to taste Pascal on his tongue. He snorted. The man was an enigma. Although, less so now, but whatever the fuck this was wouldn’t be happening. Be beneath him? Never. And he wouldn’t damn well be controlled either.

Whatever hit him took the wind from his lungs, knocking him to the floor and scrunching his face into the sodden ground below. He heaved, trying to turn from the weight that covered him, but he couldn’t move so he kicked instead. Nothing but Pascal’s chuckle came back at him, his fogged breath filtering past his face.

“Get the hell off-“

“Ah no, dear boy. Not this time,” he said, still chuckling, as he managed to wrap something around his wrists. “You have become weak in your arrogance, hmm?” Pascal’s thighs tightened around his back, knees digging in to hold him still, and no matter how Alex twisted or turned, his own arms began levering up his back with no strength to fight. One hand went beneath him to his stomach, unlatching the belt and stripping it from his jeans. “Do you know how many times I have refrained from this endeavour?” Alex squirmed and tried to roll again. Nothing. Where the hell Pascal’s strength was coming from he didn’t know. “I have considered this ass of yours for many hours indeed.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com