Episode 13 #4
Damian nodded.
Jun blinked slowly. “I didn’t realize you were asking permission.”
Damian shrugged. “I knew I wasn’t really, but I wanted you to be able to say no.”
“So when do we celebrate our anniversary then? From the first night in the club, from this past Christmas?”
“For me, the club.”
Jun smiled. “You know that means we have some celebrating to make up.”
“I’ll add it to Bak’s lists of crimes.”
Jun chortled, trying not to bust out laughing, but failing.
They rested a while, cleaned up the room from the morning hunt, and reset the cave.
Damian found a book he’d been meaning to read, and Jun brought his lyrics to the couch.
They sat together, each engrossed in their own work.
Damian’s back felt good against Jun’s. He leaned his head on Damian’s shoulder and stared at the lyrics in his hand.
This upside down world
The sun too bright, you my respite
Lovely shadow of need, your merciful decree
All these shadows protecting me
Truth lives within the heart that no one sees
But you and but me
Our kingdom three
A stray thought crossed Jun’s mind. “You never told me what you thought of the Russian mafia guy when you saw him.”
“When he came to my office?” Damian turned a page in his book.
“Yeah.”
“I threw out all the food he handled.”
“It probably wasn’t poisoned.”
“Probably.” Damian turned on the couch so they were side by side and not back to back. “I was just thinking of you, of what it meant, of whether or not what he said was true, or if it was someone playing chess with you.”
“And now?” Jun cocked his head.
“I don’t know. He reminded me of Collin, but older, harder.”
“They’re both Russian? Is that how you say it? There’s probably a better way. Not everyone in Russia looks like them.”
Damian shrugged.
Jun also shrugged. Russian ethnicity designations were not something his English was prepared for.
“If I was traveling and we saw each other at a bar, I’d have talked to him,” Damian said, thoughtfully. “But we weren’t like that. He knew I was watching him, and he was watching me. We were both taking a risk.”
Damian’s phone chimed; he checked it, texted back, then put it down. “Before Ellisandre’s call, I thought we would have more time. Richard says Collin is awake. There’s something we haven’t talked about.”
Jun put his papers aside and turned to give Damian his full attention.
“Now that I’ve tagged you,” Damian touched the blue earring hanging just behind Jun’s jaw, “do you still feel the same when you imagine me topping Collin?”
Did he? Jun let his eyes unfocus, reaching down inside himself.
Though Damian had very much been in charge, Richard and émeric had taken him that morning.
He felt subdued thinking about it, a little shy, like he wanted to crawl back into Damian’s lap, but not upset.
He was theirs, not just Damian’s, and he’d knew it on the inside where it mattered.
“Collin is ours,” he said slowly. “I know what you and I have. I know you’re my Alpha and he’s our kink brother. I always liked knowing when I was falling asleep—alone—that you weren’t, that you had this, here. If I have feelings about it, unhappy ones, we’ll talk about it. I won’t hide it.”
Jun paused, then went on. “You haven’t said what you feel about me topping him.”
Damian took Jun’s hands, rubbing his fingers like he was using them to soothe himself.
“I think it’s going to be beautiful. You’re careful with him, and Collin adores you.
It’s good for him to have someone closer to him in his role, but not the same.
Matthew is his only other submissive friend, now that I’m no longer submissive. ”
Jun took a breath. He knew Collin. They’d been working together on projects for weeks.
He’d come to appreciate the other man’s mind and heart, his care, his passion, his absolute clear-headedness for organization and getting things done, the way he knew city planning and buildings inside and out.
And he’d also come to know, more slowly, who he was when he laid it all down.
The way he completely gave himself to Richard and émeric, dropping all that responsibility and care and kneeling at their feet. It was seductive. And heady.
“He’s strong.” Jun murmured. He played with Damian’s fingers.
“Collin? Yes.” Damian smiled. “When he and émeric and Richard were all in the hospital last fall, he wouldn’t rest until he’d seen all of us. Didn’t matter what they were doing, what drugs he was on. They had to give in and put him in a room with Richard.”
“Can I play with him?” Jun looked up at Damian from under his eyelashes. “Not just top him, but…play? I don’t want to just fuck him. I want…to share something with him.”
“Yes. Collin plays under Richard and émeric’s limits, but I only have one limit for you.”
“What?”
Damian smirked. “He doesn’t fuck you.”
Jun’s eyes widened. “Does Collin fuck anyone?”
Damian shrugged. “I don’t know. If he does, it’s rare. That’s my rule, as your Alpha. You can seduce émeric, tease Richard all you like, whether I’m here or not, but when you and Collin play, dick only goes one way.”
Jun blushed. Why, he had no idea. Then he laughed. “Okay.”
“Okay.” Damian grinned. “So what do you want to do to Collin?”
“That would be telling.” Jun raised his eyebrows, smirking. “I need to go ask émeric something.”
“If you want to see me with Collin, come back soon. Richard is going to bring him in.”
“All right.” Jun ran out the door.
émeric was in his office, a tiny room, much smaller than Richard’s. But it suited him and he was rarely there. The door was open and Jun almost ran past to check the living room and kitchen first. He caught himself on the edge of the frame, not expecting émeric to be there.
“Hey.”
“Jun.” émeric looked up and whatever he saw made him smile, slowly, that dangerous light in his eyes.
Jun grinned back, wolfishly. A foodie and a sadist. Perfect .
Jun made it back to the Den about twenty minutes later. Richard and Collin were already there, Richard and Damian standing in the open space between the back of the nearest couch and the rug that marked the start of the sleeping area. Collin was kneeling beside his master, collared and leashed.
“You may beg now, Kitten,” Richard said. He stroked Collin’s hair, making eye contact with his submissive as he spoke, but looking over to Jun right after.
There was just a hint of a question in his eyes.
Jun gave a wide smile and joined the three of them. “How do kittens beg?”
The question left Richard’s eyes, replaced with amusement. “That’s up to the kitten.”
Collin made an embarrassed, whimpery sound. He crawled to Damian and sat up at his feet, then put one paw on Damian’s thigh.
“Very pretty, Kitten,” Damian said. “But I don’t know what you want.”
Collin looked over his shoulder at Richard, but Richard only raised an eyebrow. Collin dropped his head. His shoulders slumped. He turned back to face Damian and carefully, inch by inch, pawed higher, until he was nearly but not quite touching Damian’s cock through his pants.
“Do you want pets?” Damian asked.
Collin shook his head. He went back down, his paws resting on his knees.
“I’m sorry, Kitten,” Damian said. “But I don’t know what you want. You need to show me.”
Collin’s face flushed darker. Jun’s stomach flopped, both in excitement and in shared embarrassment. Collin was way too attractive like this.
Slowly, Collin turned himself and leaned forward, his chest to the floor and raised his ass. Then he spread his thighs.
“Do you need to be fucked?” Damian asked. “You look like you’re asking to be bred, Kitten.”
Collin nodded, embarrassed tears in his eyes.
“Oh, you’re hard.” Damian looked up at Richard. “You let him out of the cock cage?”
Richard nodded. “émeric wanted the kitten all natural today. Of course, that does mean fucking him could be somewhat messy. I can tell him to hold it, but he’s not exactly trained for control.”
“No, I suppose not.” Damian knelt down and stroked Collin’s dangling cock from root to tip with his thumb and fingers. “Well, I was going to have him over the back of the couch, but if there’s going to be a mess, I guess we can do it somewhere else.”
“I can hold him.” Jun heard the words leave his mouth before he realized what he was going to say.
Both Richard and Damian looked at him. Collin was covering his face with his hands, his cock getting harder by the moment.
“Hold him?” Damian asked.
“To make sure he doesn’t come.” Jun shrugged. “That’s all it takes right? If I hold him tight enough, nothing happens?”
Richard’s lips twitched with amusement. “Yes, that would certainly stop the mess.”
Damian and Richard arranged Collin leaning over the back of the couch.
Collin could just stand on his tip toes with his legs spread.
Richard sat on the coffee table, facing Collin, brushing his hair out of his face, and telling him he was beautiful.
Jun sat with his back to the back of the couch and one of Collin’s legs almost pinning him in place.
It was odd to be looking at Collin’s ass and groin without seeing his face.
Almost as if Jun were disconnected from Collin himself and had been presented with a toy.
A toy he was very aware was connected to a person he cared about, but nonetheless a toy.
Damian pulled off his pants and stroked his cock, getting himself hard and opening a bottle of lube. Jun reached up and cradled Collin’s balls in his palm, bouncing them. Collin’s thighs twitched.
“Is Jun playing with you, Kitten?” Richard’s voice asked from the other side of the couch.
Helpless little mews answered him.
This was fun.
“Shorts off, wolfling,” Damian ordered.