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Kaveh never knew when he first realised that he had this one his stupid desire, or since when he began to think about it until the desire materialised into his dream way more often than he wished to.
It was supposed to be one of those days.
Just one of those days where Kaveh had a heated argument with Alhaitham. One that should've ended with their usual 'agree-to-disagree' stance.
They should have just ended it like usual with him serving the plates for dinner and Alhaitham cooking yet another curry.
That day should've ended with them both going to bed; Alhaitham at a more reasonable hour, and him at a less reasonable one.
But no, that day didn't end up as usual, because that fine evening, Alhaitham said something that triggered something inside Kaveh.
Not in a bad way, but in a sick, twisted way that Kaveh hoped he would never uncover. It was twisted enough for him to dream about them, in bed. The dreams were blurry at the start. Just abstract thoughts that no words could describe. Only feelings, the twisted and messed up ones.
Those feelings were also subtle at the beginning, before it grew into something akin to a hunger—but nastier.
Then the vision inside his dreams increased in clarity.
Kaveh thought of Alhaitham pinning him down. With the low growl that only Alhaitham could pull.
In the beginning, there was only one bed.
Then as days passed by, the expanse of his dream turned into a greater clarity. He began to conjure his own bedroom. Then the living room. Then the kitchen.
All the places where he dreamed of Alhaitham to fill him to the brim, and all the ways Alhaitham messed him up.
When he was awake, Kaveh looked at Alhaitham and mapping the little details of his sculpted body.
The collarbone that he wished to mark, just like how Kaveh desired Alhaitham to mark him.
The strong grip of his fingers to choke him, the ones strong enough for Kaveh to experience the closest he could ever attain to samsara, again, and again.
The dreams turned wilder than he could have thought; Kaveh imagined himself restrained, at the mercy of the acting grand sage in his office.
There, Kaveh thought of Alhaitham putting him into discipline. Perhaps Kaveh would push that button until Alhaitham was frustrated.
Or, Kaveh muttered something that he shouldn't say, and the only way to fix it was a messed up sex on Alhaitham's office, always open for audience.
It didn't matter because all of them happened in the dream. Dreams that were too clear for his own good, for his own sanity, and for feeding his god damn greed and its bottomless hunger.
All because of three damned words.
When Kaveh's dreams subsided—those crazy dreams where Alhaitham used him till he's dry, or until the younger's desire was satiated for the day—he thought everything was finally getting better.
But no, they needed to have another pointless argument that ends with the exact same situation.
"Kaveh," Alhaitham spoke in a deep, low voice. Almost like a growl. "Listen to me."
The arguments didn't matter; only the command mattered.
Those three words were spoken by everyone. By mothers who reprimanded their sons, or teachers who tried to quell a noisy classroom.
But Alhaitham said it in that way, in such manners, that made Kaveh's knees give in and slumped to the ground.
Face flushed, hands trembled, wondering why he couldn't just be normal and stop thinking about Alhaitham in lecherous ways.
"Kaveh…?"
Oh, no.
No, no.
"Say it again."
Do not go gentle with him.
Treat him like he was a used, loose thing.
"What?"
Command him again like that. In that tone that made Kaveh's stomach churned, in the only way that his lust and greed would finally had a taste of satiety.
"Alhaitham," Kaveh shivered; and he was thankful that there was no mirror in their presence. "Say it again to me."
Ah, the silence was too deafening.
"Please."
Kaveh glanced to see his carmine met those multifaceted irises. Ones that were no longer piercing, but now dulled and equally clouded with lust.
Was this also a dream?
Kaveh wondered when his dream became way too realistic for his own good? No matter how he tried to imagine, Kaveh could never replicate the same shivers when Alhaitham touched his chin.
"Then be a good boy,"
Nor could it make him spill his seed in such a pathetic way with just a single growl from Alhaitham.
"And listen to me."
Ah.
This wasn't a dream, then.
Kaveh was going to get fucked and there was no going back.
Little did Kaveh know that Alhaitham said it with full intention, knowing of how affected Kaveh was when it happened the first time.
It was just a glance, a split-second shift in his emotion, but that was enough for the acting grand sage's ever-sharp eyesight.
Not that Alhaitham had plans to divulge this little secret of his. Not when Kaveh already begged for him. Wished for Alhaitham to destroy him to pieces.
Now that all those whispers he spoke to Kaveh, all those teasing little touches he did when Kaveh was in slumber, has finally bore its fruits, Alhaitham wouldn't want all this to end.
Now all he wanted to do was to reap what he had sowed. Enjoying the little pleas from his obedient little pet, savouring those begs Kaveh had given to him.
After all, a good pet shall be rewarded.