Under Your Care

Chapter 18

Lane

As I watched a movie in the living room, I clutched the big whale shark stuffie that Greyson had purchased for me in the aquarium’s gift shop. The past few days following our date had been wonderful. Everytime I told myself that there was no possible way I could love Greyson even more, I proved myself wrong.

We had video-called my parents yesterday to tell them about our relationship. It had been a whirlwind of emotions. They both had known I was gay since forever ago, so they weren’t put off by Greyson’s gender. In fact, they were both ecstatic when I said, “Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend.”

The difficult part of the conversation had come when Greyson explained who he was. He held the back of my neck in a comforting grip as he politely answered their questions. At one point, when everyone had gone silent, my mom cautiously asked if I really liked Greyson. When I immediately replied that I loved him, both of my parents’ faces had softened. They shared a knowing look with each other. I could tell they weren’t happy about how we had met and that it would probably take them a while to come to terms with. I was fine with giving them that time. I was just grateful that there hadn’t been screaming and tears.

With that taken care of for the most part, I was feeling pretty settled in our relationship.

Life was good.

It was just a few minutes past three in the afternoon when my focus was stolen from the television by the doorbell ringing. I reflexively stood up to answer it, but hesitated just short of the door, shifting from foot to foot. The last two times I’d opened the door without Greyson around had not gone well, to say the least. I bit my lip in thought. Deciding to be cautious but still answer, I rose up on my toes to look through the peephole. My eyes widened in surprise as I saw Greyson’s brothers on the other side.

As I nervously opened the door - brothers or not, they were still psychopaths - two large bodies pushed their way into the apartment.

I swallowed thickly, wringing my hands, before speaking up. “Um… Greyson isn’t home.” Two sets of icy blue eyes locked onto me, pinning me in place where I stood.

“We’re not here for our brother.”

My pulse skyrocketed. “Oh, uh, okay… D-Does he know you’re here?”

He would as soon as he saw the alerts from his security system.

“Relax. We’re just here to bond with our new brother-in-law,” Hayes snorted. They strode further past me to the living room, setting up residence on the couch. I reluctantly followed them, flinching when I saw one of them pick up my new stuffed animal.

Hudson smirked at the soft toy before handing it to me. “I would say that it’s ridiculous for a grown man to have children’s toys, but that’s part of why we’re here.” My brows furrowed as I protectively held my whale shark.

Hayes sighed, “Stop acting like we’re here to hurt you.” He rolled his eyes, annoyed with my anxious state. “We want your help with Oliver.”

My eyes flicked between them, confusion evident in my features. Hudson spoke, “You’re a great captive.”

I sputtered, “Please do not take me captive.” They laughed as if I had told them something funny.

“No, no. You’re our brother’s. What I meant to say is that you’re a very good captive for him.”

“I’m not a captive, I’m his boyfriend.”

Hayes rolled his eyes and said, “Exactly.”

I rubbed my temple, feeling a stress headache coming on just from being in their presence.

“Greyson’s success with you made us believe that it would be easy for us to claim our own person,” Hudson explained. “He laid a simple foundation down, took you, and now you’re calling him your boyfriend. The only hiccup was when you ran away for a night, but we understand there were extenuating circumstances. It was foolish of us to assume that we would have the same experience, but,” he gritted his teeth, “Oliver is not succumbing as we thought he would.”

I hesitated, “Did you come here for love advice?”

“Of course not. You’re not listening. How can we make him want to stay?” Hayes questioned as they both gazed at me expectantly.

I took a deep breath. “Wouldn’t it be better to ask Greyson?”

They both shook their heads. “We want to ask you because you know Oliver.”

“Okay… But our situations are different. I already had feelings for Grey before everything happened. I didn’t think Oliver liked you guys. He’s always told me about his past crushes,” I shrugged.

Hudson nodded and asked, “If we make him like us romantically, that will make things easier?”

“I guess that’s one way to put it. I don’t know if that’s even possible now though. He doesn’t think like I do. I’m sure if I wasn’t sick in the head like I am, I wouldn’t have responded positively to what Grey did. It’s not normal to think being kidnapped is a romantic gesture. Oliver made it extremely clear that he thinks that’s not okay. I’m not sure I even want to know… but what ha ve you guys tried so far? You’re being nice to him, right?”

The twins glanced at each other. “We’ve fed him.”

My eyes twitched. I needed Grey to handle this. “You’ve fed him. Okay, keep doing that. What else?”

“We gave him a mattress,” Hayes said.

These goddamn idiots were going to give me a brain aneurysm. I thought psychopaths were supposed to be intelligent, so clearly that was either wrong, or Greyson’s brothers both had brain damage.

“Have you tried treating him like an actual human being?”

“How so?” Hudson questioned.

“ How so? ” I mocked, fed up. “Have meaningful conversations with him, don’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want to, give him an actual bed rather than just a mattress– I don’t know why I have to explain this to you.”

The front door suddenly swung open, revealing a flustered Greyson. “What the hell are you doing in my home?” He seethed at his brothers.

“We were only chatting with him. Our treatment of Oliver has frustrated him,” Hayes calmly expressed, turning to look at me before promising, “We will do better.”

Greyson’s head spun towards me, his face shifting from anger to worry in an instant. I looked wearily at him, hoping he was about to drag his younger brothers out the door.

It turned out that no dragging was necessary. Hayes and Hudson soon left on their own accord. Once the door had closed behind them, I could see the tension in Greyson’s shoulders release.

“What did they say to you?” Greyson joined me on the couch, pulling me into his side. I luxuriated in his warmth.

“Not much. They just wanted my advice on Oliver,” I hummed, nuzzling my chin into his wide shoulder.

“You promise that’s all you spoke about?” I tilted my head up to look into his honey eyes, sensing a hint of anxiety .

“Promise, Daddy,” I murmured.

Greyson sighed, “I’m sorry, honey. I just… I can’t have you alone with them again, okay?”

“I let them in because they’re your brothers. I won’t let them in again though. I promise.” I paused, my own anxiety rising due to Greyson’s. “Why are you so worried? Would they have hurt me?”

Greyson let out another rough sigh, bringing a hand up to his forehead to push back his hair. “Probably not. We’ve always had an agreement not to touch each others’ belongings. But they’re dangerous, baby. I don’t want you with them by yourself.”

“Then why are you letting them keep Oliver all locked up? I don’t want him to get hurt. You know how much he means to me, Grey.”

“I know. It’s somewhat difficult to explain.” He brushed his fingers through my curls as he spoke, “Think of you and Oliver as childrens’ toys. Being twins, Hayes and Hudson are two halves of one self. They share everything between themselves. So, they’re given Oliver, and I’m given you. They will share Oliver between themselves, but will not allow me anywhere near their new toy. Likewise, they will stay away from my new toy, as they understand that it’s mine.”

“That doesn’t help to explain the “not getting hurt” part,” I mumbled.

“Would you want to break your favorite toy? Sure, it might get scratches or tears or scuffs, but you wouldn’t want to break it to the point of not being able to play with it anymore.”

I contemplated that for a moment, not as offended as I should have been by being compared to a toy. “They’re psychopaths, right?”

He nodded, still playing with my hair. “They are.”

“Could they ever love him, or would they only see him as an object?” Our eyes met again.

“Are you still asking about my brothers?” He breathed, gripping the strands of hair that he had been playing with. I winced.

“Mainly your brothers… but, I just…” I faltered. “I know you always say that you love me. But, do you? Can you? Aren’t dark empaths pretty similar to psychopaths?” Greyson tugged on my hair, leaning down slightly to capture my lips in a deep kiss. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back and stared into my eyes.

“It depends on your definition of love. I love you, but it’s most likely different than the love you feel for me.”

“What is your definition of love, then? I don’t want to just be your favorite toy.”

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he murmured, letting go of my hair and lightly massaging my now aching scalp. “You are everything to me, and I need you to understand that. You were mine from the moment I laid my eyes on you. The only reason I didn’t take you that day is because I understood the fear and turmoil it would cause you. I thought that if I slowly got you used to being mine, then the transition would be easier for both of us,” Greyson sighed, thinking over his words. “My love is an all-consuming feeling that you belong to me. Your place is by my side, in my bed. What’s that saying… Oh, if you love someone, let them go, and so on. I would never set you free, little fawn. Even if you despised me, I would never let you go. I’d make you love me. I’d make you need me. I’d make it so that you couldn’t live without me. If I was forced to make a choice between killing you or letting you go, I would slit that pretty throat of yours. I would burn your body and tattoo the ashes into my skin.”

I blinked, unsure of how to respond. He did just say he’d kill me, right? I wasn’t making that up? It was pretty fucked up that I wasn’t turned off by that.

Greyson gripped my jaw with his hand, bringing me face-to-face with him. He whispered, “ That is my definition of love, Lane.” I shuddered and bit my lip. “Does that count as love to you?”

“Yeah,” I breathed, getting lost in the dark depths of his eyes. Greyson’s mouth tilted up as he leaned close, the short hairs of his beard bristling against my cheek.

“And do you love me?” He whispered into my ear.

“I love you.”

“How much? Are you as desperate as I am?” Greyson’s tongue licked down my ear, briefly sucking my earlobe into his mouth. Releasing my lobe, he continued down to my neck, sucking numerous love bites into my skin.

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved before. I don’t think I could survive without you anymore. It would kill me if you abandoned me. My chest burns just thinking about it. I know… I know you’ve used my disorders to your advantage, but I don’t care as long as you keep me. I just love you so much, Greyson. You’ve created my perfect life here, with you. I will gladly be your marionette as long as you’re the one to control my strings.”

A sinister smile spread across his face. “What would you do to keep me?”

“Anything, Grey. Anything,” I blurted out.

“Good boy,” he murmured, sliding his body over mine.

His hands brushed down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. As he reached my hands, he intertwined our fingers and brought them to his lips. I shivered as I watched him kiss each of my fingers without breaking eye contact. His eyes were brimming with desire. Once all ten fingers had felt the brush of his lips, he guided my hands to rest above my head.

“Keep your hands up here, darling.”

I blushed, but didn’t move my hands. His hands then traveled back down my body, stopping at my chest to pinch and pull at my pink buds. I couldn’t hold in my little gasps and moans as he showered my nipples with attention. My fingers twitched above my head.

“Daddy, please,” I begged, not sure exactly what I was begging for. Daddy would know. Daddies always knew that sort of thing.

I could feel Greyson’s smile against my chest before he sucked one of the sensitive buds into his mouth. He took turns sucking each nipple until I was writhing underneath him.

“Please, please ,” I moaned.

He finally left my chest, but began descending - running his tongue down my abdomen. He circled my belly button, then continued down. His tongue disappeared for a second before I felt it drag up my cock. My hips thrusted involuntarily from the sensation.

“Poor baby, look how wet you are. I’m so glad I’m here to take care of you,” he purred, the words vibrating against the underside of my cock. I whimpered and began kneading the blanket under my hands. “Such a horny little thing, aren’t you? Don’t worry, Daddy’s right here. I’ll make it all feel better, sweetheart. Tell me you need me, princess.”

I whined, shifting my hips from side to side, “I need you, Daddy. Please help me feel good, please.”

He softly chuckled before he wrapped his perfect lips around the head of my dick. My eyes rolled back as he swallowed me to the root.

“Daddy!” I shrieked, my hands now gripping the blanket. He popped off, a trail of spit and precum following his lips. I gave a pitiful whine, looking down at my straining cock.

He smiled at me as he sat back on his haunches. “Do you need something, princess?”

I grumbled, “Yes! I need to come!”

Greyson’s eyebrows rose. “Is that how good girls ask their daddies?”

I wriggled on the couch, a pout on my face. I glanced up at him through my lashes, murmuring, “No… Sorry, Daddy.”

“Ask me to make you come. Beg me to fuck you. And then after I fill your tight cunt with my cum, you’re going to be a good little girl and warm my cock for me.”

I shuddered, my hole suddenly feeling empty.

“Please fuck me and make me cum, Daddy. Please let me warm your cock after too, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good,” I begged desperately .

“You’re always my good girl, sweetheart. Now crawl over to Daddy and straddle me,” he instructed, heat in his eyes.

I bit into my lip as I sat up and crawled onto Greyson’s lap. When I sat down, his thick cock slid into my crease, causing us both to groan.

“Get my fingers nice and wet,” he ordered, tapping my lips with three of his fingers. I opened for them, moaning as they entered. I suckled his fingers while gazing deeply into his intense stare. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive, and I loved it. I wrapped my tongue around his fingers, trying to suck them as I would his cock. He let out a low growl before abruptly pulling his fingers out of the warm heat of my mouth and bringing them down to rub my puckered hole.

“Please, please. I feel so empty ,” I whimpered.

He slipped his index finger in and started to open me up. His second finger joined the first within a few seconds. He began rubbing against my inner walls, scissoring my channel open. When the third finger breached me, I moaned at the slight pain from the stretch. The pain was soon gone, replaced by ecstasy as all three fingers found and nailed my prostate. My mouth dropped open on a silent moan. Our eyes were still locked in a stare, although my vision went a little blurry each time he hit that magical spot. His eyes appeared molten. I was already lust-drunk by the time Greyson’s fingers slipped out of my ass. He captured my lips in an intense kiss, crushing his mouth into mine. While enthralled in the kiss, I was caught off guard when I felt a sudden pressure at my rim. I moaned into Greyson’s mouth as he entered me.

He broke our kiss to rasp, “You want it hard or soft, baby?”

“Hard, please,” I cried. His cock punched up and hit the deepest part of me. I wailed as he continued to fuck me fast and rough. The pleasure built up higher and higher until I felt the crest coming.

“Say.” Thrust. “You’re.” Thrust. “Mine.”

I screamed as I orgasmed, my body shaking with electricity. I panted, out of breath, “I-I’m yours. Forever.”

On the next thrust, he released, coating my insides with his cum. I cried happy tears as I basked in the afterglow. I felt so full. Greyson leaned in and licked the teardrops from my red cheeks.

He licked his lips, savoring my tears. He murmured into my skin, “And I’m yours. Always.”

I collapsed into his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. His cock, soft and sleepy from his orgasm, stayed inside of me. Greyson made no move to pull out. He brushed a hand over the back of my head, petting me.

“Can I take a nap like this?” I asked sleepily.

“Yes, baby. Daddy needs to stay in you for a little while longer, so get cozy,” he smiled. I closed my eyes, enjoying how nice it felt to warm his cock. It wasn’t long before sleep pulled me under.