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The silence at the tattoo parlor lingered after James left.
Kant tried to think of something to say, but the look in Bison’s eyes told him that it was probably in his best interest to choose his next words very carefully. Bison was standing on the opposite side of him, arms crossed over his chest as he was looking up at Kant, who found it difficult to meet his eyes.
Bison had his jaw clenched so tightly it almost looked as if his teeth might crack. The look in his eyes was dark and cold – it was in this exact moment that Kant realised that he was really playing with fire. Kant managed to pull through and he slowly stood up as he tried to keep his composure, but Bison didn’t move even when he stood up and walked up behind him in the hopes that it would make his bad mood disappear.
Oh, Kant was so naive.
Kant slowly walked up behind Bison, trying to ease his worries. He needed to make Bison see that he was serious about him. That there was only him in Kant’s life right now and he slowly wrapped his arms around Bison’s waist, pulling himself closer, but the latter didn’t show any kind of reaction.
The same cold look.
Jealousy bordering on rage.
Because someone dared to touch something that belonged to Bison.
Kant slowly leaned closer and kept his voice calm, soft and reassuring as he finally dared to speak. Even if Kant was calm on the outside, he was choosing his words very carefully.
“You’re the only one I’m serious about right now,” said Kant as he dropped his chin down onto Bison’s shoulder, trying to coax a little smile on the other’s lips by acting sweet.
Kant failed miserably because Bison didn’t eat it up, like he usually did up until now. Kant licked across his lower lip and he knew that he needed to do something, something that he knew was going to work, but he really didn’t want to end up with a bullet in his head.
Bison already started asking questions, Kant knew that Bison had his suspicions. As he tried to keep up this facade, Kant felt almost desperate to make Bison believe him.
But, was that because of the act or did he perhaps want Bison to believe him?
Kant could tell that lines were getting blurred, he was starting to feel more than he should’ve, but at the same time, he still needed to think about his brother. If he didn’t carry this on, then-
“If you say so,” came Bison’s reply. “I’m not saying anything,” he said and made a little pause before he continued. “Just make sure I don’t see any more ‘’K’s’’ on anyone.”
Bison gave Kant a very meaningful stare.
The stare that made it obvious Bison wasn’t fucking around, not this time.
“Or else that K will stand for kill, ” said Bison and Kant felt his blood turning ice cold as he slowly nodded and pulled away. He knew that Bison meant every single word that was coming out of his mouth at the moment. Bison was capable of doing something as unhinged as killing someone for simply flirting with Kant. Probably.
Kant was getting way too deep into this, he needed to get out while he still could.
However, he knew it was stupid for him to even think that he had a way out. Once Bison found out the truth, then…
Bison wasn’t going to find out the truth.
The deadly silence was back and Bison handed Kant the burger that he brought over. Bison was no longer in the mood to keep Kant company, like he first intended to, so he just wanted to leave and return back to work.
However, when he was about to walk away, Kant reached forward and caught him by his hand. Bison narrowed his eyes.
“Hey, where are you going?” asked Kant. “Aren’t you going to spend the night with me tonight?”
Bison almost scoffed.
“No,” said Bison. “You turned me off. I’m just dropping off the burger and I’ll be on my way.”
Oh.
Kant didn’t like that.
This time, his body moved faster than his mind and before Bison could get away, he stepped closer. Kant really didn’t know what came over him and he mentally cursed but he now knew that he needed to move along with what he wanted to do in the first place, which was to… Make Bison stay, somehow. Kant didn’t know how, but he just knew that he needed to make Bison stay. He needed to convince Bison that he was really serious about him.
Really, that was-
“Wait,” said Kant and Bison formed a fist with the hand that Kant was trying to hold.
“Let go,” said Bison, his voice coming out ice cold, even colder than before. “I’m not in the mood. I’m leaving,” said Bison, his heart pounding against his chest because he really needed to get the hell away from there.
Seeing Kant’s hand in James’ lap made Bison go ballistic.
Bison didn’t do well with jealousy and he was aware. He wasn’t the one to share. Since Kant was his boyfriend now, Bison wasn’t going to allow Kant to play around anymore. Bison wasn’t stupid, he knew from the night that the two of them met. Kant liked sleeping around, which he didn’t mind at the time.
But, that changed.
Since Kant wanted Bison to trust him, then…
“Please,” said Kant and pulled Bison closer. “Let me make it up to you.”
“How?” asked Bison and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for Kant to carry on. Bison wasn’t in the mood to be listening to bullshit, so Kant leaned closer and gently ran his fingers up Bison’s forearm.
“I’m sure I can somehow make you see you’re the only one for me and-”
Kant didn’t get to finish that sentence because Bison grabbed his wrist and Kant’s eyes widened when he found himself staring into Bison’s eyes. There was a faint interest behind that cold exterior, kind of interested to see how Kant would do that. He tipped his head to the side and leaned closer.
“So,” said Bison, getting his face dangerously close to Kant’s. He watched how Kant’s Adam’s apple bobbed as Kant swallowed nervously and placed the paper bag down onto the desk and then he slowly waited for Bison to make his next move. Kant’s eyes travelled over to Bison’s hand when he slowly lifted it and ran his fingers over Kant’s cheek, who shuddered.
The touch was gentle, but the meaning behind it was anything but gentle.
“You want to show me you’re really truly mine? ” asked Bison and Kant’s breath hitched when Bison asked him that. He wished he would have a better control over his body, but lust started trickling in when Bison dropped his voice an octave lower, his voice firm, but warm.
It was no longer as cold as it was before.
Kant smiled and nodded, almost frantically so.
“Yeah,” said Kant, trying to convince himself that he was only pretending, that all of this was just a facade to get closer to Bison. Since Kant knew Bison liked good manners, he decided to add in a little… “Please.”
Bison seemed pleased with the response.
Bison dragged teeth over his lower lip. Bison leaned closer to him. Bison was still caressing Kant’s cheek, the look in his eyes getting darker because Bison’s mind was running wild. Kant was begging, asking to prove himself to him. That little plea went straight into Bison’s core and he grinned. The grin looked borderline manic , unhinged, he looked like a predator, ready to pounce onto its prey.
Kant was the prey.
Kant knew he should be afraid, so he really didn’t understand why he felt a rush of thrill going through his body as Bison’s fingers carried on stroking his cheek. He almost leaned into the touch, but that was when Bison moved his hand lower and Kant stopped, his blood turning ice cold when he felt Bison moving his fingers to his neck and he closed his eyes.
It was so easy for Bison to snap his neck.
It would be child’s play, really. Kant wasn’t fighting back, he was allowing Bison to do as he pleased because his body wasn’t listening to him.
Bison’s eyes were drinking the sight in – Kant had his eyes closed, but they opened when he squeezed the grip he had around Kant’s neck, feeling Kant’s fast heartbeat underneath his fingers and he leaned a little bit closer. Kant put on a smile, but the fear was getting to him as he didn’t know what Bison was going to do.
“What are you-”
“You want me to believe you?” asked Bison and Kant nodded.
“Yeah,” said Kant and gave him a crooked smile. “You know how crazy I am about you – why would I ever even dare to look at someone else, mn?” asked Kant and Bison shrugged as he still wasn’t completely convinced.
But, if Kant was going to be good for him, then… Perhaps Bison could be convinced.
Bison needed to know that Kant meant what he said.
So, Bison squeezed a little bit tighter.
Kant could still breathe properly, but he was aware of every single breath he took. Bison’s eyes were watching him, yet again, and Kant found himself staring back into Bison’s eyes, licking across his lower lip. The whole thing was awfully thrilling as Bison leaned closer. Kant could feel his hot breath against his lips, leaning closer, but Bison moved away.
Kant didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him, really.
Bison had him at his mercy, practically choking him and Kant felt himself getting hard. It was so fucked up, but as Bison squeezed a bit tighter, Kant let out a little mewl and his dick stirred up in his trousers.
Kant was getting off on this.
Bison shuddered and snickered, already feeling his annoyance and jealousy melting away.
“You like this, huh?” crooned Bison against his lips and Kant wished he could deny it, but he nodded. He wasn’t even lying, the facade was slowly falling off. He didn’t have it in his power, he was slowly slipping. Kant found himself floating, his mind was getting fuzzy and it wasn’t because of lack of air.
No.
It was letting go of the control he had always been gripping onto. For so many years, he was the one in control and now giving that to control to someone as unpredictable and unhinged as Bison was…
Fuck.
“Bison,” came out Kant’s breathy moan and Bison moaned with him. “Kiss me.”
“Do you really think you deserve it?” asked Bison, his voice getting a bit harsher again. “Do you really think you deserve anything from me?”
Kant’s eyes were slightly unfocused, but he nodded.
“Let me prove it to you,” said Kant and hissed when he felt Bison grabbing a handful of his hair, yanking his head back. “James means nothing, it was never serious, it’s only you-”
“Don’t. Mention. His. Name. Again,” said Bison, punctuating each word and Kant gasped softly.
Kant whined when Bison let go of his hair, cupping his face again. The other parted his lips when he felt Bison running his fingers over his cheek and he felt a rush of thrill when he knew what was coming. It shocked him the first time it happened, the second time he wasn’t sure, but now…
Kant practically moaned when Bison slapped him across the face, his head yanked to the side and Bison quickly grabbed his hair again, yanking his head back, his fingers now working almost soothing against Kant’s cheek.
“Look at me,” came Bison’s next order and Kant’s unsteady gaze was on him.
Bison smirked and pushed his thumb past Kant’s lips when he saw that Kant wanted to say something.
“Put your mouth to a better use,” said Bison and Kant groaned, too far gone to care about what happened next, really. “Suck.”
Kant didn’t know how Bison managed to make him unravel like this, but it was insane as he listened. The facade fell, there was nothing about Kant that was an act right now as he greedily sucked onto Bison’s finger, the other one pushing his thumb deeper and watched how Kant’s eyes rolled into his head when he gripped onto his hair tighter.
Bison smiled.
Kant’s cheek was red from the slap and he licked across his own lower lip as he pulled Kant a bit closer, his mouth still full of Bison’s fingers and the younger one growled, his cock already leaking in his pants, but to see Kant like this was almost too much and as he leaned closer, Kant chased after his lips, but Bison pushed him away.
“ No, ” said Bison. “You don’t deserve a kiss yet.”
“Bison,” whispered Kant and he looked utterly beautiful, his lips wet, some of the drool dripping from the corners of his lips and Bison grabbed him at his throat again, not squeezing this time, only showing Kant who was in control yet again.
Kant needed to understand and… Kant did.
“Is this really okay?” asked Bison, his voice a bit softer now, his thumb caressing Kant’s throat and the latter nodded frantically.
“Yeah,” said Kant.
It wasn’t a lie.
Fuck.
“If it gets too much, you know our safe word,” said Bison and Kant nodded again.
“Penguin,” said Kant, but he didn’t feel like he would need to use it as whatever Bison was doing now, Kant wanted him to never stop.
“Good boy,” said Bison and Kant sucked in a deep breath. “If you get me off, I might consider forgiving you,” said Bison and Kant’s eyes travelled lower. “What’s it gonna be?”
As if he needed to ask.
Kant’s head was still floating and his smirk mirrored the one on Bison’s face as he dropped his hand lower and cupped Bison’s hard member through the layers of clothes. Bison happily sighed along and he pulled Kant a bit closer, still holding his throat, Kant feeling his own dick twitching when he felt just how hard Bison was already.
Bison was getting off on this.
Of course he was.
Kant licked at his lower lip and undid the button and zipper of Bison’s pants, sliding his hand inside and Bison gasped softly when he felt Kant’s cold fingers coming in touch with his feverish skin.
“Go on,” said Bison and Kant glanced down as he pulled Bison’s cock out of his pants, sliding them lower a bit. Kant’s mouth watered and the need to drop down onto his knees was unbearable. He started shifting lower, but Bison stopped him. “Where do you think you’re going? Stay right here, ” growled Bison and Kant swallowed thickly.
So be it.
Kant lowered his hand instead, keeping his eyes locked with Bison as he wrapped his fingers around the base of Bison’s cock and the latter grinned. Kant’s instruction was clear – stay there and get Bison off. So, that was what he did.
Kant brought his hand up, licking at his fingers before he dropped his hand lower and finally listened to Bison properly. Kant gave Bison’s cock a few lazy jerks, running his thumb over the tip before he started moving his hand faster, tightening the grip a little bit and the reaction he got was pretty much instant.
Bison gasped softly and his smile was bright.
“Don’t stop,” said Bison and Kant rested his forehead against Bison’s, keeping his eyes focused on what he was doing.
Kant felt like he was about to burst at any moment now, his own cock aching for attention, but he needed to get Bison off first. Bisons’ dick looked so good in his hand, hard and heavy.
Kant felt Bison’s fingers grabbing his face, roughly making him look up at him and Kant gasped when he received a slap. It wasn’t a hard one, but as a reminder to listen.
“Eyes on me,” said Bison.
“Again,” demanded Kant.
“Again?” asked Bison, sounding out of breath because Kant never stopped moving his hand.
“Again,” said Kant and moved Bison’s hand to his cheek.
“ Fuck, ” gasped Bison and Kant felt his cock throb in his hand when he said that. But, Kant wanted it. And Bison was more than willing to provide him with what he wanted, giving his cheek yet another slap, a bit firmer this time and Kant’s knees almost buckled.
He really wasn’t lying anymore.
Kant didn’t know what Bison was getting him into, but he didn’t fucking care. Nothing else mattered.
Seeing how wrecked the last slap made Kant, it shattered all of the control Bison had over him. He grabbed Kant’s face and pulled him closer, kissing him roughly. He forced his tongue into Kant’s mouth, the latter parting his lips obediently as he allowed Bison to deepen the kiss.
Kant moved his hand faster, jerking Bison off fast.
Kant wanted to prove it to Bison that he was worthy of so much more than the kiss.
Bison bit into Kant’s lower lip, giving it a soothing suckle before his lips fell onto Kant’s neck, latching onto it and he smiled when he smelled the usual perfume, tasting the salt on Kant’s skin.
Bison made sure to mark what was his.
Kant closed his eyes when Bison marked his neck, sucking in deep marks all over his throat. Kant was going to look like he got mauled by a fucking wild animal, yet at that very moment, he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Mine,” growled Bison and Kant could tell he was close. “You’re all mine, understood?”
“Yes,” said Kant and kissed Bison, the kiss messy, sloppy, yet so fucking perfect.
“If you let anyone else touch you, I will break their arms and legs,” said Bison and Kant should be afraid, but he was too turned on to care.
Kant smiled.
“I won’t show them mercy next time,” gasped Bison and swallowed thickly, pleasure building up. “I’ll snap their neck in half. Now that you walked into my life, you don’t get to walk out. You’re mine alone to have,” growled Bison and Kant almost came untouched when he heard that.
“Yes,” said Kant.
Bison smirked and swallowed back a groan when he felt the orgasm hitting him in waves, coming hard all over Kant’s hand, who slowed down a little bit as Bison gripped onto his shoulders, riding out his orgasm. Bison stumbled back a bit, but Kant pulled him closer.
Bison snickered and his eyes were on Kant again.
“Clean up the mess,” said Bison and Kant whined because even if Bison managed to get off, he was still very hard, overstimulated and he listened, lapping up Bison’s cum. Bison watched Kant as he tucked himself back into his pants.
That almost made Bison hard again and Kant was a panting mess when he was finally done. Kant’s eyes were on Bison, begging him to…
“I wanna come,” said Kant and Bison gently cupped his face.
“On your knees,” said Bison and Kant narrowed his eyes. “Be good and listen – on your knees. ”
Still confused, Kant dropped onto his knees and Bison smirked down at him.
“Open your legs,” said Bison and Kant listened, gasping out in surprise when suddenly Bison's foot was between his legs, pressing down and as his hips buckled, creating a pleasant little friction. Kant needed more. “You’re smart enough, I’m sure you know what to do.”
Kant’s face burned, but he was too far gone to even think how humiliating this could’ve been, so he slowly started moving his hips, rutting helplessly against Bison’s foot, leaning forward and Bison was getting off on it as well.
Kant was so obedient, so pliant, desperately shaking his hips in order to get off.
Kant could feel Bison’s heavy gaze and he gritted onto his knees.
It didn’t take too long for Kant to be coming hard into his own pants, Bison’s name on his lips as he was pushed over the edge, his hips buckling like crazy as he leaned back, sitting on top of his heels and Bison gave him a little bit to recover before he pulled him up onto his legs.
Kant didn’t know what to expect, but he didn’t expect to find himself in Bison’s warm embrace. Bison’s arms pulled him closer as Kant was still buzzing all over and calming down.
The look on Bison’s face was soft now, a little satisfied smirk on his lips as he slowly made Kant sit down on his tattooing chair. Kant leaned back, feeling out of his breath, but a satisfied grin was on his face.
“Did I prove to you that you’re the only one for me now?” asked Kant, slowly coming back to his senses and Bison sat down onto the edge of the chair and slowly nodded.
“Mn,” said Bison and glanced down onto the marks around Kant’s neck. “You did so well, Kant,” said Bison and Kant tipped his head to the side, still feeling out of it, but in a good way. He didn’t bother with putting up a mask right there because things were too raw for him to even process…
“Mmmn.”
“Sorry if I got carried away,” muttered Bison. “I don’t do well with… sharing.”
Kant snorted and slowly parted his eyes.
“Did you hear me using our safeword?” asked Kant and Bison shook his head. “It was good for me too. It was hot,” said Kant and Bison’s heart fluttered because it was almost too good to be true. The funny thing was – Kant hadn’t said a single lie.
“You’re really fucking incredible,” said Bison.
“So I’ve been told,” said Kant and Bison rolled his eyes as his hand found its way into Kant’s.
Kant looked perfect like this. Lips swollen, bitten raw, his neck full of little bruises that Bison’s teeth left there before. Kant attempted standing up, but Bison slowly pushed him back and he smiled, shaking his head.
“You’re not going anywhere, you’re going to let me now take care of you,” said Bison and leaned closer to kiss Kant’s cheek. His fingers travelled down Kant’s red cheek, slowly going over to his lips and Kant’s eyes travelled shut, deciding to enjoy the affection.
“Okay,” breathed out Kant and looked at Bison again. “As long as I get to spend the night with you.”
Bison bit back a little chuckle as he peppered little soothing kisses all over Kant’s throat. Kant formed loose fists with his hands, ignoring the voice that was screaming inside of his head.
Kant was aware he was already in the process of really falling for Bison, but at the moment, his mind was too tired to work all of that out.