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As soon as Saga left in a huff, muttering about grown men acting like children, Casey glared at Alan.
“What’s your problem? Shouldn’t you be happy you got out of wherever the fuck you were?”
“I just didn’t expect to see you.”
Casey rolled his eyes, “Well, tough luck. You’re stuck with me.”
Alan glared back, “Get out of my head already!”
Casey places his hands on the table in front of Alan, “Newsflash, Wake! I am not a character! I am REAL!”
“At least I could kill off the character.”
Casey narrowed his eyed and grabbed Alan by his flannel shirt, “If we didn’t need you for this investigation, I would shoot you, right now. You RUINED my LIFE!”
“I thought you said you weren’t a character! How could my books ruin your life then?”
Casey leaned closer, getting into Alan’s space, “You’re an idiot, Wake. Do you have any idea what it’s like being compared to your protagonist? To the guy in the movies based on your novels?”
Alan gulped and stared at Casey, “You ruined MY LIFE, Casey! All I could think about was you! My marriage crumbled! I got trapped in the Dark Place!”
Casey leaned back and punched Alan in the mouth, “Shut the fuck up! You ruined BOTH our lives, you fucker!”
Alan stood up, rubbed his jaw and turned to face the wall, “I’m not having this conversation.”
Casey strode towards Alan and turned him around, now just noticing how much taller and wider Alan was than him, but that did not deter him. He’d taken on much worse than Alan Wake.
He looked up into Alan’s face, “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
Alan looked down at Casey, “It’s weird. You’re just as I imagined you.”
Casey slapped Alan across the face, “Stop talking about me! Stop thinking about me!”
Alan glared down at Casey, fists balled at his sides, “What are you going to do about it, then?” His blue eyes glinted darkly in challenge.
He swung and hit Alan in the stomach. Alan doubled over as Casey hit him in the chest. Alan then swung at Casey, connecting with his jaw, causing Casey to stagger back.
Casey couldn’t catch his breath before Alan landed another punch, this one to his head, causing his jaw to crack and blood to spurt from his mouth. Casey lifted a hand to wipe away the blood before taking Alan out at the knees, which knocked him to the floor with a thud.
Casey hit Alan in the face repeatedly, leaving bruises and lacerations behind. When he swung back, Alan coughed out blood and shook his head to clear it a bit, feeling a familiar but long absent heat in the pit of his stomach.
He looked up at Casey fearfully; he knew that he would be able to feel that he was hard from how he was straddling him, pinning him to the floor.
Casey chuckled, “Is this turning you on, you sick fuck?”
Alan spit blood and grinned, tilting his hips up to feel Casey above him, “I’m not the only one getting off on this, Agent Casey.”
Alex then crushed their mouths together, blood and saliva easing the way a bit as their teeth clacked together.
Alan groaned into the kiss, bit at Alex’s lips, and sucked on the bottom one hard enough to bruise. Alan wrapped his arms around Casey’s lithe but strong back, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth.
Casey kissed back and tasted blood—he couldn’t tell whose. It spurred him on to pull at Alan’s hair. He used the leverage to tilt Alan’s head to the side to control the kiss.
Alan moaned and ground up into Casey. He was so hard it was painful. His head swam from the punches, the taste of blood, and Casey’s fierce kisses, not once letting him break away for air.
They continued to kiss messily, Casey sliding his tongue against Alan’s, blood and saliva staining their lips.
Casey pulled back, breathing harshly, “I’m going to put you in your place, Wake. Undress from the hips down.”
He hauled Alan to his feet and Alan obediently began to unbuckle his belt, breathing heavily. Casey palmed at himself over his pants as blood dripped down Alan’s cheek and onto the floor as he took off his pants and shoes.
Casey gestured to Alan’s boxers, “Those too.”
Alan hurriedly took his boxers off and stood panting in front of Casey, his cock at attention. Alan resisted the urge to take himself in hand and just jerk himself off while Casey watched.
Alex then pushed Alan forward, “Fuck. You really want this. Good.”
Alan gulped as Casey pushed him towards the wall, “Hands against the wall. And spread ‘em.”
He had slipped into his agent persona without even realizing it, words coming out in a gruff snarl. Alan shivered as the voice he had heard in his head for decades ordered him around like he was a perp.
Casey undid his own pants, quickly taking them off along with his shoes as Alan steadied himself against the wall, waiting for direction.
Alan arched back as he felt Casey toss his pants and shoes aside. Alex brushed up behind Alan and bit at the lobe of his ear, causing Alan to groan.
He then shoved two fingers in front of Alan’s mouth, “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.”
The larger man opened his mouth and sucked at the fingers, taking them deep, closing his eyes and losing himself in the sensations. His mouth stung from where Casey’s teeth had nicked him when they had kissed.
Alan worked his mouth around the fingers, imagining Casey’s heavy cock on his tongue. Alex shuddered and licked at Alan’s ear, “Your mouth is good for something other than spewing shit. Maybe we’ll explore that another time.”
His head swam and he twitched as Casey ran his index and middle fingers over his hole before shoving them inside.
Alan cried out in pain, “Fuck! Can you at least do some foreplay?”
Alex chuckled darkly and thrust his fingers in and out of the tight heat, “You don’t deserve it.”
He leaned his forehead against the wall and focused on his breathing. His cock throbbed with each teasing brush of Casey’s fingers to his prostate and against his sensitive walls. It had been such a long time since he’d been fucked like this.
Alan bit his bottom lip to hold in his moans, pain and pleasure zipping through his bloodstream.
Casey grabbed at Alan’s mouth with his left hand, forcing it open, “Let me hear it, Wake. How desperate you are for this.”
He continued scissoring his fingers, trying to loosen Alan up just enough so he could stick his cock inside.
Alan licked at the hand near his mouth and Casey stuck three fingers inside. Alan sucked on them greedily, panting and moaning around them as his ass was stretched.
Casey removed his fingers from Alan’s mouth and cupped his hand in front of it, “Spit.”
Wake gathered as much spit as he could and deposited it in Casey’s hand; it was still tinged with blood.
Alex brought the spit-filled hand to his cock and coated it, rhythm a bit sloppy with the use of his left hand. He made sure it was as slick as it could get with just spit as lube. He then spread Alan’s cheeks apart, tip finding his hole and pressing in, leaving no time for Alan to adjust.
Alan groaned and twitched as Casey slid to the hilt, “Fuck. I can barely fit. Were you saving yourself for me?”
He grabbed Alan’s hips and squeezed them—there would be bruises later.
Alan let out a grunt as he was grabbed and stretched. Casey thrusted harder, “Have you thought about this, Wake?”
All Alan could do was whimper, so Casey yanked his head back by his long hair, “Answer me!”
He sobbed out, “Yes! To all of it! Yes!”
Casey smiled and slammed into Alan harder, “Of course you have.”
Alan clenched around him and he dug his fingers into Alan’s hips, sweat dripping down his forehead from the exertion. All Alan could do was brace himself against the wall and take it, crying out with each thrust inside, Casey stretching him deliciously.
He felt his cock leaking as Casey fucked into him hard and fast, lithe hips slapping against his ass. Alan pushed his ass back into Casey, and Casey surprised him by slapping his right cheek.
Alan hissed from the pain and surprise and gasped as Casey began to alternate his thrusts with slaps, turning his right cheek a bright shade of red. He whimpered and Alex palmed the cheek, feeling the heated, abused skin beneath his palm and fingers.
He tightened around Casey’s cock as Casey palmed the sore cheek, “Oh, fuck, Wake. Just like that.”
Alan pushed back into Casey, trying to get the other man as deep inside as possible. Casey bit at Wake’s neck, tasting blood and sweat, “What are you thinking about, hm?”
Alan panted, tears of overstimulation running down his cheeks, “Casey! You! Always you. Fuck!”
He bit at Alan’s ear again, recalling how sensitive it was, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Alan cried out as Casey hit his prostate, hitting it repeatedly now that he had found the right angle, “Yes! So good! Harder!”
He ran his tongue along Alan’s neck, peppering it with hickeys, “Fuck. How are you still so tight? Treating my cock just right.”
Alan arched, cock dripping once again. He wanted to cum so badly, “Make me cum, Casey!”
Casey slowed down a bit and wrapped his right hand around Alan’s throat, “You don’t give the orders here.”
Alan nodded, submitting. Casey stopped thrusting so he was buried deep inside, Alan warming him, “You like this.” It wasn’t a question.
Alan nodded again and pressed his throat into Casey’s hand, silently pleading. Casey squeezed lightly and began moving again, slowly so he could focus on the way Alan’s breath hitched as he continued to tighten his hand.
Alan whined and clawed at the wall and Casey pressed his lips to his bruised cheek, “Fuck. I knew you’d like it rough from the first punch I laid on you.”
He moaned and arched back into Casey, “Harder.”
“You can do better than that, Wake. Beg for it.”
Alan whimpered, “Fuck me harder, Casey. Choke me. Ruin me.”
Casey rewarded Alan by squeezing his neck harder as he slammed in, hitting Alan’s prostate again, “Fuck, that’s it. Yes, Wake.”
Alan gasped as his vision blurred as Casey squeezed harder. He moaned and pushed weakly back against Casey, feeling the firm, tight line of his body against his back. Casey tightened his fingers a bit, feeling the soft skin of Alan’s throat slick with sweat. He wanted to see his fingerprints on his skin when they were done.
Alan’s vision started to go dark at the edges and he pushed into it a bit, head floating. Alan gasped as Casey continued to fuck him, finally hitting at Casey’s arm with his right hand, signaling that the choking was getting to be too much.
Casey eased off with both his hand and his thrusts, not wanting the other man to pass out. He let Alan gulp air into his lungs, but kept his hand on his neck, cradling it, stroking it as he picked up the pace again. Alan continued to take deep breaths, coughing as air worked its way back into his lungs.
He reached a hand down to finally stroke himself, desperate to finally cum, but Casey grabbed his wrist in a firm grip, “You cum on my cock or not at all, understand?”
Alan whined, “Yes. Just don’t stop fucking me.”
Alex took Alan’s hips in hand, “I’d fuck you all night if I could. Jesus Christ, you feel so good, milking my cock. Want to fill you.”
He moaned, “Please! Need it!”
Casey forced Alan back onto his cock, “Say my name.”
Alan thrust back weakly on Casey’s cock, exhausted from the harsh session, “Casey! Don’t stop! So good! Fuck, Casey!”
Casey then took his cock all the way out and then shoved back in. Alan clawed at the wall, his prostate being hit repeatedly, “Casey! Please!”
He bit into the side of Alan’s neck, teeth breaking the already abused skin. Alan’s eyes pricked with tears as he felt fresh blood seep from him.
Alex pulled his mouth off his neck, which was once again stained with blood, and nipped at his cheek, “The only thing you’re good for is being filled with my cock, my cum.”
He felt Alan clench around him at the degrading words, “So tight.”
He moved his hands from Alan’s hips to his wrists, gripping them. Alan spread his legs wider, leaning his head back as his cock twitched, ready to cum.
Alex buried his face in Alan’s shoulder, “That’s it. You feel so good.”
Alan pushed back once more as his vision blacked out, and he came with a scream of Casey’s name. Casey pressed in, “Fuck, Wake! Going to cum.”
He filled Alan to the hilt, cuming inside him, his cock twitching as he shot load after load inside the larger man.
Alan shivered as Casey gave a few feeble twitches inside him and bit at his shoulder, sucking bruises into it. Alex leaned his head against the wall, trying to steady himself after the strongest orgasm he had ever had. Alex took deep breaths and moved his hands once again to Alan’s now-bruised hips, pulling himself out.
Cum leaked down Alan’s thighs and Casey used his fingers to press cum back inside, and Alan whimpered, incredibly sore and sensitive. He scooped some up with his fingers, using his other hand to grab Alan’s hair and tilt his head back, feeding his cum to him. Alan sucked on his fingers, greedily lapping up all he was given.
He stared at Alan’s watery blue eyes, “That’s more like it. See how much more pleasant life is for both of us when you do what I say?”
Alan lapped at Casey’s fingers and nodded, making sure they were clean before lightly nipping at them. Casey couldn’t help but give Alan one last bruising kiss before heading to the bathroom, “Don’t move.”
Alan slumped further into the wall, his cum dripping down it. A few minutes later, Casey returned from the bathroom with a damp cloth, which he tossed to Alan, “Now clean yourself up. You’re a damn mess.”
Alan wiped himself down, starting with his face and neck, moving down his chest to his cock, then his ass, which was sore and sensitive; he knew he’d be wincing whenever he sat down. He then cleaned his cum off the wall and balled up the towel, tossing it in the trash overflowing with coffee cups and diner take-out containers.
Casey pulled on his pants and worked on straightening himself out. He tightened his tie back in place but kept his sleeves rolled up, taking a loose cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a match.
He smoked and watched Alan—the man looked wrecked: hickeys and fingerprints littered his neck, his lips were swollen and bruised, his eyes were still a bit watery, and he had a bruise on his right check. A laceration was above his left eyebrow and Alan ran his fingers over it as he finished putting his boxers, pants, and shoes back on.
Without looking at Casey, he went to the bathroom and downed two glasses of water, popping a few Aspirin for good measure. He placed a small bandage on the laceration and did his best to walk back into the interrogation space without limping.
Saga then walked in as Casey wordlessly handed Alan a cigarette and the matches. Alan lit up and coughed; he typically only smoked when he had been drinking heavily, but he wasn’t going to refuse this slight peace offering from the man who had just fucked him into oblivion.
Saga’s eyes lit on Casey’s cigarette, “Casey! I thought you quit smoking?”
Once her shock from that wore off, she took in the scene. Alan smoking a cigarette while buttoning his flannel shirt over his white undershirt, the collar turned up around his neck in a poor attempt to cover bruises.
She gasped as she saw the bandaged cut on Wake’s face, his swollen lips, and his bruised cheek. Casey looked somewhat better off, but his face was also bruised and his lips were in a similar state. Casey just arched his brow and calmly smoked, exhaling and then lifting his coffee cup to his mouth to take a much-needed sip.
Saga glared at the men, looking between them, “What the fuck happened here?”
Casey ran a hand through his hair and looked at Alan with a glint in his eye Saga had never seen before, “We just found a way to work out our differences, didn’t we, Wake?”
Wake met icy blue eyes with his own and grinned around the cigarette, blood blossoming from the cut on his lip, staining them red, “We sure did, Agent Casey.”
Casey tried not to follow the trail of blood down Alan’s chin, but to no avail. Alan took the cigarette from his lips and licked at the cut, “I look forward to working out our differences again, Alex.”
Casey choked on his coffee and flushed, Saga patting his back as Alan laughed quietly.