Epilogue #6
Jun thrashed. Sweat slipped between their bodies, making them both slide. Damian rode Jun out until his prey lay exhausted beneath him.
Damian pulled one of the syringes out of the band on his arm and thumbed off the cap.
Holding it between his teeth, he forced Jun over onto his stomach.
Jun struggled. Damian dropped his weight down on Jun’s back, forcing his head down with one hand.
Jun grunted. Damian slapped Jun’s inner thighs, pinching them when Jun wouldn’t move them apart.
Jun cursed and gave in, spreading his legs.
Damian smeared a little of the lube inside the syringe around the top of the device and slid it into Jun’s hole.
Jun shrieked and pulled his thighs together.
It made no difference. The end of the syringe was already in him.
Damian emptied the entirety of its contents.
It would keep his prey slick and oiled for what was coming.
He tossed the syringe away to find later.
Even plastic and anti-shatter proof, he didn’t want Jun to roll onto it. Grass and ground were softer.
Damian reached to the side and grabbed one of Jun’s arms, forcing it up and back with one hand.
The move left him half kneeling, half sitting on Jun’s back.
Jun rolled onto his side, giving in to the pressure on his shoulder.
He drew up his knee to kick out. Damian added more pressure. Jun grunted, letting his leg lie still.
Damian dragged the pad of his forefinger over Jun’s hole, now slick with trickling lube. Jun groaned. He shook his head, muttering denials but not safewords. Damian watched his face, adjusting his seat but never letting up on Jun’s arm or giving ground as he massaged Jun’s opening.
“Mine,” he whispered.
Jun sobbed into the roots of the grass, rocking ineffectually back and forth.
“Color,” Damian ordered.
Jun spread his fingers in his green signal.
Damian sank one finger into Jun’s body. He took it slow.
His prey was still fighting, still trying to push up from the ground.
Pride glowed inside Damian. His boy was strong.
Each thrash, kick, and attempted mark was a sign of trust. Jun was throwing himself into the fight with everything he had short of lethal measures.
He believed Damian could take it. Could take him.
Damian bent down, pressing his lips to Jun’s heaving shoulders.
Jun
Jun knew his energy was flagging. Damian was heavy and he moved in ways that used Jun’s strength against him.
Adrenaline burned in his system, making him shake.
At some point he’d fought to the point of snot and tears.
His stomach muscles, no, all his muscles burned from use. Damian was above him and around him.
And in him. Damian’s finger moved. Jun groaned.
It was so hard not to buck back against the invasion.
It was both too much and not enough. Jun pounded his one free fist against the ground and let go.
A sob racked through him. It felt…good. He didn’t even try to stop the next one.
Tears were streaming down his face. He hurt, everywhere.
His lungs were gasping for air. The fight went out of him.
“Color,” Damian’s voice came from somewhere close and above.
Jun spread his fingers, signaling green for the second time in what felt like two minutes. He just wanted to lay there and let Damian beat and fuck whatever this thing inside him was. He flashed green again, just to be sure.
“There you are, beautiful.” Damian whispered. He twisted his finger. Jun choked out a cry, his head coming up, arching into the invasion.
“Got you. Right here.” Damian laid down along Jun’s back. He wrapped an arm around Jun’s shoulders, holding him tight and lying along his side, pinning him down while keeping that finger inside Jun’s hole. “So perfect.”
Jun clutched the arm Damian was holding him with and cried harder. He pushed back, just to feel more.
“There you are.” Damian pressed kisses to Jun’s shoulder and the side of his cheek. He bit lightly along Jun’s neck, just enough to make Jun groan. He licked the marks he’d left before. He pulled out his finger and replaced it with two.
Jun’s hole had to be dripping. Whatever Damian had used was working. Damian’s two fingers sank deep inside.
Jun arched his back and clung to Damian’s arm, screaming into the grass. He pulled up his leg and Damian let him get his knees under him. He moved his grip to Jun’s waist and knelt over him.
Jun groaned and thrashed, weakly, trying one last time to get away. Crying took so much energy. And gods, it felt clean. A fresh wave of tears poured out of him. Damian kissed his hips and bit him lightly down his thigh. He pulled out his fingers and thrust three inside.
So much, so full. He could feel Damian’s fingers in the back of his throat, as if they were pummeling through him. He tried to get his arms under him. Damian pushed him back down.
Jun arched his back, submitting. Damian moved, pulling out his fingers and framing Jun’s hips with his thighs. He pulled him up with the arm he’d wrapped under Jun’s arm, his hand spread across the base of Jun’s throat.
Jun got his elbows under him, just enough to brace as Damian sank his cock inside him.
His sobs stuttered out. Jun turned his head to the side, mouth open, gasping through the pressure, the fullness, the all encompassing sense of Damian inside him, around him, above him.
The world was quiet. The noise was just gone.
The fight, the desperation, all of it. Damian rocked into him and Jun breathed in time with the motion, sucking in air, exploring the white static filling him up inside and wrapped him in a sleepy, hazy peace that smelled like Damian and sweat and grass.
Tears ran silently from his eyes. He reached back, touching Damian’s thigh, needing more. Gods, he was cracked open. Years of masks, the walls of his defenses, they were gone. All he had was Damian.
Damian
Damian ground his hips against the mounds of Jun’s ass, bring them together as deep as he could.
His boy was limp and pliant, moving only to cling and arch up into Damian’s taking of his body.
He pulled Jun up, listening to his breathing.
There was grass on Jun’s cheek. He brushed it off, holding Jun against his chest so that they were both on their knees.
There was no fight any more. Jun was his, submitted and gone under, his mind in a transformed state.
Tears ran in tracks down his face, but there was no distress in his eyes when Damian turned his face towards him.
He plucked more grass from Jun’s cheek and kissed the marks it left behind.
“Alpha.” The title fell from Jun’s lips. He might not even know he had said it.
“Mine,” Damian said, like the benediction it was.
He ran his hands down Jun’s belly and over his thighs, checking for injury.
There was nothing serious. Jun dropped his head back against Damian’s shoulder, baring his throat.
Damian nuzzled it and went back to fucking up into his boy.
They stayed like that, following their instincts to some slow drum beat, their bodies rising and falling together.
Damian palmed Jun’s cock, stroking him until he was warm and hard.
Then he picked Jun up and moved him to fresh grass, away from the sunken place they’d started.
He pressed Jun down on his hands and knees and spread his thighs, kneeling between them and going back into the place that felt like his particular home.
Jun whimpered. Damian reached under him and squeezed his cock, pulling on it as he drove into Jun.
Jun gave a soft cry and stiffened, his arms and legs shaking with his orgasm, his back arching, his head coming up.
Damian pushed him down to his belly, never leaving his hole.
He sank his teeth into the side of Jun’s neck as Jun shuddered and cried out, jerking as his cum left him.
His hole spasmed around Damian, almost dragging him over the edge into bliss.
Damian focused on the bite, forcing back his own eruption.
Jun went limp. Damian let go and stroked the hair away from Jun’s face. His head was turned to the side, pillowed on the grass, his hands relaxed and open, his limbs sprawled out where Damian had pushed him down.
Damian kissed him under the ear and down the line of jaw. Jun’s eyes fluttered.
Damian moved his hips carefully, dipping in and out of Jun’s hole. Jun mewed, softly, not in pain, but as if he couldn’t make himself go another step.
Damian caressed Jun’s hair and stroked down his spine. He switched hands, his finger traveling the curve of Jun’s nose, down to his lips.
Jun’s tongue poked out, catching the tip of Damian’s finger. Damian smiled to himself. His boy was drifting, as good as high on drugs.
He swiveled his hips, fucking up into Jun. His boy tried to tighten his channel, to cling to him.
“No, just lay there,” Damian nipped at Jun’s shoulders. He put both his hands down on either side of Jun’s ribs and focused on fucking up inside his prey.
His orgasm came, full and strong. His abdomen tightened and his cock pulsed, flooding Jun from the inside.
But he was clear, so clear, watching Jun’s slack face the entire time.
The pleasure rolled through him, deep and satisfying, but nothing like the nirvana of having Jun under him, blissed out and drifting.
He lowered himself over his boy, curling his arms around Jun’s head and shoulders, hiding him from the world.
He pressed kisses to Jun’s hair, his forehead, the arch of his ear.