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Dozens of monitors sit in the Colonel’s vision, but there are four images that hold his attention. His dark brown eyebrows furrow as he continues to peruse the pixels, scanning for clues pertaining to the woman standing with each of these four men. “I left you alone for a year, and this is where I found you?” He glances at one screen in particular, illustrating a beautiful young woman in the soft embrace of a tall man with raven black hair and soft hazel eyes, donning his Akso Hospital lab coat. The Colonel grimaces, deciding to push this inquiry to the last possible moment.
His first target stands proudly in the large display to his immediate left. The brunette reads through the information that he already gathered about the man.
Profile #1
Name: Xavier
Alias: Lumiere
Age: ??
Birthday: October 16th
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Silver
Height: 185cm (6’1”)
Occupation: Deepspace Hunter
Evol: Light
Interests: His Hunter Partner, sleeping, and possibly Aether Cores
Xavier is an enigma in the grand scheme of things. It was difficult to gather information on the blonde without pursuing his connections in the N109 Zone. However, his unknowns aren’t the thing that unnerves the Colonel the most. A snarl crawls up his face as observes how the hunter is practically joined to your hip. Xavier is your upstairs neighbor and assigned partner in UNICORN, which makes him a major threat. In footage taken of the two, the male hunter always has his gaze locked on your figure. As if you are the stars and he is trying to preserve your light in his memory. Your partner has also been known to ward off any recipients of your attention, whether it be other coworkers, the baker, Charlie, or some random little kid on the street. The brunette clenches his teeth in irritation, remembering a teenage version of himself that would do something very similar. “They didn’t deserve her. No one does.” Even me, he thinks to himself.
He makes the foolish decision of looking over at your shining smile, and dull rage simmers under his cold expression. The Colonel has seen that smile before, many times. Lives have been close to forfeit after witnessing such an exquisite glow. However, he fights a smirk after realizing that Xavier’s loving gaze is not reciprocated in his pipsqueak’s eyes. You enjoy your partner’s company, yes, but he believes that your expression is reserved for close friends, not romantic pursuits. He breathes a small sigh of relief as he moves on to his next target.
Profile #2
Name: Rafayel
Alias: N/A
Age: 24
Birthday: March 6th
Eye Color: Blue/Pink
Hair Color: Purple
Height: 183cm (6’0”)
Occupation: Artist
Evol: Fire
Interests: Art, Lemuria, the sea, and his bodyguard
The image of interest on display is footage of the artist and his lovely bodyguard in a bar located within the N109 Zone. Violet eyes darken as they observe the two subjects. The Colonel had originally placed the artist on a lower tier of importance due to the circumstances of his relationship with the woman of interest, but that was before he found this damning evidence of his involvement with the N109 Zone.
Rafayel better count himself lucky to be alive after he shipped the hunter into a death trap. The only reason that the brunette held back in his decision to wipe the artist from the face of the planet is displayed on the screen before him. As the gorgeous purple-headed male sits with sparkly eyes fixated on the woman next to him, there is a laugh bursting through your parted lips. Though silent to the Colonel’s ears, his mind fills in the gaps with the fond memory of your boisterous laughter.
The corner of his mouth twitches up, and he has to force himself to look away as that familiar twitch of pain rises in his body, courtesy of the Toring Chip. I should be the one making her laugh, he internally pouts. If only the Fleet knew that the best way to take down their cold, heartless Colonel was one dazzling, but dangerous, hunter. He will hide this weakness at any cost, even the loss of his own memories and self. This is for her own good. Her Caleb is no more. He catches a glimpse of himself in a monitor’s reflection and recoils. This investigation is feeling more and more wrong, like he’s investigating a guiltless woman.
No. She promised to love you forever. You saved yourself for her, and she’s gallivanting with these men for one reason or another. He reaffirms his justification. The brunette has always looked out for you, and he will continue to do so until his dying breath. He shakes his head as he turns away from the image of you and Rafayel. Only two more, he reassures himself. Let’s see if you were really telling me the truth, pipsqueak.
Profile #3
Name: Sylus
Alias: Skye (to her hunter friends)
Age: 28
Birthday: April 18th
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: White
Height: 190cm (6’2”)
Occupation: Onychinus’ Leader
Evol: Energy Manipulation
Interests: Weaponry, Protocores, and his “kitten”
The Colonel unclenches a fist he didn’t realize he was forming as he drags his gaze down the bodies of the leader of Onychinus and the woman of interest. This white-haired man is probably his biggest obstacle in keeping you safe. It does not soothe his ego to see that Sylus is not only taller than him but also possesses the demeanor of one of those Wattpad male leads that you loved so much as a teen. To be quite honest, he is surprised that you returned to Linkon after your time in the N109 Zone. The chemistry between you and Sylus in his display is palpable.
You are adorned in an expensive ruby red dress at this exclusive protocore auction. The brunette can’t help himself from taking in your exquisite form. He hates that not only did he not get to experience this for himself, that the man standing next to you got to drink you in with his own dazzling, ruby eyes. Furthermore, unlike in the other images, it seems like the dog tag necklace that you normally wear is replaced with ruby jewelry to complement your dress. The Colonel growls darkly in a mix of frustration and possessiveness. Not his. MINE. She should be wearing MY necklace. He shakes his head forcefully to rid himself of these harmful thoughts. The chip will activate if he becomes out of control, so he needs to remain stoic.
He turns his gaze to other, more recent feeds that display a black, mechanical crow watching the young hunter from outside of her apartment window. Sylus seems to be keeping a close eye on you, pipsqueak. You must be precious to him too. Unfortunately, that’s not allowed. Unless you’re deceiving me? Such a bad girl…I’ll find out the truth soon enough. He checks his live feed of your apartment, seeing that you’re getting ready for the day, and he purposefully hacks into Mephisto’s software, blinding him temporarily and erasing any memory of your bare skin. He’s sure that the crow’s owner won’t be too happy with his meddling, but the Colonel couldn't possibly care less about any inconvenience that he may have caused. At least his girl is safe from prying eyes for now, except for his, of course.
He sighs at the realization that he has reached the last profile…and the most hurtful. He doesn’t even have to pull out his file to picture the man that he’s known for over a decade.
Profile #4
Name: Zayne
Alias: Dawnbreaker
Age: 27
Birthday: September 5th
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Black
Height: 186cm (6’1”)
Occupation: Cardiac Surgeon
Evol: Ice
Interests: Work, pastries, and his childhood friend/patient
The feelings behind Zayne’s eyes have always been under lock and key, but there are two exceptions: the woman pictured standing in his embrace and the man viciously glaring at the pair through the monitor. The doctor used to be the only one that Caleb trusted with his girl. After seeing his most recent interactions with you, however, the Colonel trusts no one but himself. He feels his body wind up even tighter as he analyzes the position that the two of you stand in.
You have always felt safe with Zayne, and Josephine always articulated her approval of a romantic relationship between the two. Looking at them now, Caleb’s heart almost shatters. You look so cozy in Zayne’s arms, taking full advantage of his large body for comfort. The Colonel remembers when you used to default to him for such things. My Caleb, is what you always called him. Your voice echoes in his head, and he begins to spiral. Did you forget him already? Is Zayne his replacement? Did he mean nothing to you? Or worse, did you view him as a big brother instead of what he always yearned for? A single tear rolls down Caleb’s cheek, and his chip instantly punishes him for his moment of weakness. Caleb feels betrayed, like you moved on too quickly from his absence. But the Colonel…he’s pissed. He feels deceived by you and his former best friend. You couldn’t wait any longer, could you, Zaynie?
A menacing grin crawls up his face. He wonders if you would still choose the frosty doctor if your Caleb returned to you. They say that time apart makes the heart grow fonder, and he would definitely say that’s true. He has watched you from afar as you’ve clutched his necklace in your hand, tears streaming down your face as you kiss the cold metal. Even in this image, clutching onto your dearest doctor, his chain is still around your neck, a hint of a red apple visible from the side. An apple a day is supposed to keep the doctor away, but I guess you need a larger dose, pipsqueak.
The Colonel smirks at the live feed, illustrating your GPS tracker moving en route to none other than Skyhaven. It certainly took the Association long enough to send someone over to investigate the Fleet. He is certain that your mission is to gather more information on your Aether Core. What you don’t know, however, is that you are en route to meet a dead man.
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His irritation surrounds him in a dark aura as he conducts his usual Fleet business. He wonders, selfishly, if this new version of himself, cloaked in a military uniform, will spark some…interest, within you. The Colonel has already had to dispose of an unruly figure, and he figures that your inner teen would be fawning over a man like him…at least a fictional man. He grumbles to himself, realizing that dangerous men like himself are exactly what he was trying to keep you away from. The brunette’s duality has always been an issue when it comes to his feelings for you, and it has gotten exceptionally worse since this chip was injected into his body. He takes a deep breath before strutting confidently down the ramp of his aircraft.
Caleb manages to keep his face blank as he sees you standing in the line of recruits. He hasn’t been this close to you since the accident, and he doesn’t want to draw any attention to your relationship with the Colonel. You, however, stare at him in disbelief as he deals with Joseph, an unhinged pilot that now plays a part as a suspect. That voice…it can’t be, you think to yourself. The Colonel speaks in a dark, monotone voice that you have never heard from your Caleb.
“Lock down the command center,” the Colonel orders. “We still have an unidentified ‘traitor’ with us.” The Colonel sees you tense up and feels a sense of amusement at your demeanor that is so reminiscent of your younger self. The nostalgia of your rebellious teen phase almost makes him want to smile. To be your Caleb again. He immediately shuts that sentiment down for your safety. And his.
As you turn around, the Colonel pins you in place with his Evol. He always loved his power. Caleb was able to lift you up in the air and play around with you, but he could also punish you. He could always keep you in place to stop you from getting yourself in even worse situations. Like this, he muses to himself.
“Don’t move,” the Colonel orders. Your eyes widen and your skin seems to pale instantly at the sound of his voice.
The captain speaks behind him, “Colonel, I’ll immediately start an investigation into her identity!”
The Colonel doesn’t bother turning his head. “No need. I’ll do it myself.”
Your mind goes blank as it tries to process the current situation, to no avail. Only one word, one name, exists in your mind. Caleb.
He drags you all the way to the interrogation room, noticing the blank look on your face. He sighs. Of course you’re dissociating. It’s not like you see the dead come back to life every day. However, some sick part of him loves that you are reacting so vehemently to his presence, his voice, and his Evol. It makes hiding his true intentions and feelings even more difficult than usual, even with the aid of the stupid Toring Chip.
With your lack of resistance, it is fairly easy to get you strapped to the chair. He steps out to let you assess your surroundings and gather your bearings. Fuck, you’re so beautiful, he admits to himself silently. He watches you intently, attempting to memorize every microexpression that he’s missed in the last year before he has to pretend like you don’t exist to him…fucking heartwrenching.
An officer walks into the room to announce the start of Caleb’s interrogation.
The Colonel enters his stoic demeanor, “I’ll start asking the questions. Please cooperate.”
You respond with an inquisitive and hopeful expression on your face, “Colonel, I’m a small fish. Why are you personally interrogating me?”
He responds flatly, “You deceived the entire Fleet with a fake identity. Can you really be called a small fish?” Not allowing you to answer his rhetorical question, he continues, “do you know what happens to people who pretend to be a Fleet officer?”
You purse your lips as you reply, “despite figuring out who I am, you didn’t attack me. Instead, you brought me to an interrogation room…” You continue, “either I committed a more serious mistake than pretending to be an officer.” The hunter pauses with contemplation, “or I have a secret that piques your interest.”
Caleb can’t help but let out a small huff of laughter at your astuteness and ever-present attitude. As he finally enters the room, he watches your gaze rake across him needily, like you need to take in every bit of him before you wake up from a dream. He fights the twitch in his lip from his smugness, concentrating on her expression and the cameras that are recording our every move.
“If you understand the situation, then let’s go ahead and have a nice chat,” he says with firm authority.
You attempt to spring up from your seat, tears pricking at your eyes. The restraints keep you in place, safe from the consequences of your emotions. The sight kills him, but he knows he has to stay calm. To keep you safe. “Is it really you?! Ca–”
He spits out his next sentence harshly, with warning, “Show some respect to the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.”
You retreat back in your seat with a gulp, obviously processing this new information as it’s given. When you look back up at him, with adoration and confusion in your expression, it takes everything in the Colonel to hold himself back.
You finally speak up, “Sir, have we met before? You seem familiar…” Caleb almost flinches at the hope resonating in your tone. “You’re wrong,” he replies irritably. You are taken aback by his response, “but you look exactly like someone I know!” Caleb maintains a cold glare at the insinuation, “watch your mouth.”
He can’t help but invade your space to give you a soft warning, “There’s more than one pair of eyes observing you in this room.” You give a side eye to the camera in the corner of the room. “All right.” He meets your gaze with those striking violet eyes that always resembled supernovas. “Smart move,” Caleb praises quietly. It’s reminiscent of the times where Caleb would take the fall for you after you disobeyed one of Josephine’s rules. It almost makes you smile, until you remember your current situation.
He steps back and starts again loudly, “Good. Let’s get started, then.” You reply hastily, “what is this?” To which he responds, “An interrogation, of course…and a thorough inspection.” You gulp visibly as you fight the need to rub your thighs together. You really shouldn’t find this…bad boy version, of your long-term crush and childhood best friend this fucking hot. This is so wrong, you think to yourself as your eyes rake hungrily down the Colonel’s muscular form, that is somehow still obvious under that bulky uniform.
Caleb grits his teeth and recites his flight manual in his head, so he can prevent his mind from wandering to his girl that is practically eye-fucking him so unapologetically. How was he supposed to keep his composure when you looked at him like that? Like you wanted to take him home and never let him leave…Caleb feels like he’s staring into a mirror.
As you let down your guard, he disarms you, pulling your gun from your uniform and tossing it on a nearby table. You try to object, “that’s-” he slams his hand down on the top of the chair above you, towering over you in a way that is both super imposing and so damn sexy. “Once we’re done here, I’ll return it to you,” he promises. You can barely concentrate on his words as your body seems to heat up in…very unfortunate arousal. He rakes his gaze down your body before grabbing the dog tag necklace that you’ve worn almost everywhere.
The Colonel fights his natural urges, which seems to get even more difficult as you start to wriggle and fluster. Taking advantage of this intimate moment, you tell him about the necklace, “it belonged to someone from my childhood. He died in an explosion. Like the one in the Cascade District. I…I miss him.” Caleb’s face tenses in a small grimace that was so miniscule that the only reason you noticed…was because this is Caleb. With every second you spend around the Colonel, you become more and more sure that this is REALLY Caleb. But…is he still the same? Is he your Caleb? Or is his face itself meant to let your guard down and deceive you?
You decide to try something, “Sir, can you tell me something? If that person hadn’t died, would he support me even now?” He doesn’t flinch, his face remaining neutral. “In the Farspace Fleet, there are only soldiers and officers.” But you don’t relent in your pursuit, “then what about you? Will you support me?”
Fuck…I always will, pipsqueak, he admits to himself. But instead, this comes out of the Colonel’s mouth, “do what you’re told and don’t cause any trouble. You won’t get hurt, then.” You nod slightly, reeling back a little when he brings out a new circular device that looks akin to a bracelet. “What’s this?”
“It’s a Mood Tracker,” he says as he secures it to your wrist. “The cameras in this room will scan your iris and facial movements before sending the data straight through a terminal. That, along with the monitor’s information will be analyzed to gauge your emotional stability. In other words, there’s a catch. You can’t lie. No matter what.”
The jokes on him really, you realize. You’ve never been able to lie to Caleb anyways. He knows you too well. However, the warning that underlies his message is clear. If you tell a lie, it will be recorded by the Fleet, not just the familiar man before you. And that is the dangerous part.
“You-” you try to respond before the Colonel cuts you off. “It’s necessary.” He leans in, and you fight the urge to smile and/or cry when you hear a familiar soft tonality. “Be obedient, and it will be over before you know it.” You grumble, sucking in a deep breath to keep yourself steady. It’s so hard…Caleb is right there…and he’s helping you.
You snap out of your daydream when he pulls out a baton-looking thing and points at you, “Did you pretend to be an officer just so you could investigate the Aether Core? Be honest.” You grimace internally. He knows about the Aether Core…
“I don’t know,” you say unsurely. The Colonel lifts your head with the metal rod, “I had told you before. You’re not allowed to lie.” You dismiss him flippantly, “I didn’t.”
He continues, “recently, there was a large energy explosion in the N109 Zone related to an Aether Core. At that time, you disappeared without a trace and didn’t check in with any organization. But you weren’t punished upon your return. Our intel suggests you were in the N109 Zone.” He glares at you pointedly, like this wasn’t just for the Fleet intel, but for himself. Does Caleb know about my experience in the N109 Zone? How much does he know? Is it enough to put a target on Sylus?
You shudder slightly at the thought of that possessiveness that you experienced in your youth somehow popping up again with your new companions. Little does he know that you’ve never really had eyes for anyone else but your personal fighter pilot.
“I…uh…don’t understand…”
The Colonel doubts this expression, as her all-too familiar eyes become shadowed with guilt. His fist clenches a twitch, picturing his girl running around the N109 Zone with a certain white-haired male.
His eyebrow twitches slightly as he gives you another warning, “Allow me to remind you that we’re in Skyhaven. We’re above the clouds, and even the World Evol Government has to abide by the Fleet.” Caleb’s gaze hardens, “Your survival here, and your chance at being able to leave this place alive, depend on your honesty and willingness to follow my orders.”
…follow his orders? You have never really had a problem with that one. It would be a lot easier if the Fleet wasn’t super shady and untrustworthy, but the stern, dominating tone in his voice makes you want to crumble to his feet. That, and the fact that he just lifted your chin with the baton and is now sliding it down your neck and chest. When did Caleb get this hot? You ponder over that question for a moment, and decide after a few moments that he probably always had this in him, but he just didn’t want to scare you.
Did he ever treat other women like this? Your lips twitch downward in a frown as you analyze the man before you. Caleb was always popular with women. It wouldn’t be too hard to get a girl in his bed…
He snaps you out of your self-destructive trance and brings your attention solely onto him, keeping the baton training on you as he practically crawls over your lap like a looming predator. “I will ask again. Did you come to Skyhaven for the Aether Core?” You pause, wondering again, if this really is Caleb. Your heart races under his stern gaze and this weirdly intimate position. “Answer me,” he orders. You think to yourself, damn, are we sure this isn’t foreplay? “Remember, the camera is watching. You must tell the truth.”
You internally dwell on his second camera warning before finally responding, “I am telling the truth. I’m not related to anything involving an Aether Core!” He seems unimpressed as he replies, “this is your last chance.” You hear your heartbeat in your ears as if you might combust. You respond solemnly, “I don’t know anything.”
The monitor goes off, but Caleb switches it off quickly, like a slight of hand trick. The Colonel backs away from your body as he speaks, “you passed.” Your restraints unlock on the chair, “you…”
Then, finally, Caleb lets down his guard and whole Colonel persona, like he’s been dying to since the moment he saw you. “Surprised? Sure it’s been a while, but you already forgot about me?” He feels his face twitch in both insecurity and irritation, but that feeling dulls when he sees your longing and desperation written all over your face.
Tears well up in your eyes, and you feel them streaming down your cheeks. “You…it’s you, right? Caleb…” He smiles slightly and gives a quick quip in response, “Is there another me in the world?” You start to break down, and Caleb approaches you with worry, “did I scare you?”
You spring up and wrap your arms around his body. “It is you! Caleb…I must be dreaming.” You reach up to caress his cheek with your gloved hand, and Caleb holds your hand in place. “It’s me…it’s okay. I’m back.” You sob into his chest as he holds you, caressing your hair like he used to back when you were kids. It’s pretty crazy that the biggest problem back then was a friend of yours making you cry, considering what you are going through now.
Caleb reels back as fists begin to pound against his shoulder blades. “Hey hey hey, pipsqueak. What’s wrong?” You huff and growl into his chest. “You know what’s wrong. You’re alive. Which means you’ve been alive this whole time, and you didn’t come home.” He feels a pang of guilt in his chest, which the chip immediately tries to suppress with pain. “Pipsqueak. It’s hard to explain. I did it to protect-” You interrupt him harshly, “don’t you dare say it Caleb. Don’t you fucking dare.”
He looks taken aback, “pip-” “do not pipsqueak me right now. I’m beyond livid at you.” Tears still fall down your cheeks as you look longingly into his beautiful, supernova eyes. “I planned your funeral. I visited your grave on your birthday. I carry this necklace-” you point to the dog tag necklace you’re currently wearing, “everywhere, Caleb.” He grumbles and mutters something under his breath that you can’t make out. “Caleb, do not mumble like a child. Spit it out.”
He looks back at you, and his gaze surprisingly hardens. “You didn’t seem to be wearing it at that super fancy auction when you were strolling around with the big bad boss of Onychinus.” You gasp with shock and disbelief. “One: that whole thing was a ploy for information on protocores. Two: It was tucked in my bra, you jackass.” He gasps, nearly choking on his own saliva, “it was tucked…where??” You flush a little in response to his over-the-top reaction and repeat with less confidence, “it was tucked…in my bra. I…um, couldn’t leave it anywhere, and Sylus told me that I couldn’t bring a purse because, and I quote, ‘It would make me look cheap, sweetie,’ so yeah.”
He swiftly pins you back down in the interrogation chair and growls next to your ear, clearly irritated by something you just said. “He called you sweetie, pipsqueak??” You feel an abundance of warmth flow through your body with just that one sentence. Satisfaction crawls through your body. You’ve always loved how possessive Caleb could be over you. It made you feel better about all your ploys to keep women away from him throughout the years. Leaning up to graze your lips against the edge of his ear, you whisper, “He’s also called me kitten. Like a little kitty cat. And, why do you care what he calls me, Caleb? Are you jealous?”
Caleb yanks back from my touch, glaring at me with eyes that burn with that familiar mix of possession and desire, but it seems a lot lighter than before. “Pipsqueak…you should be more careful around dangerous men…” He leans down to meet me at eye level. “Especially me. Because if you really want to be a kitten…I’ll make you purr...” You can’t help the grin that crawls up your face with his implications. “Oh no…I guess I shouldn’t trust you to take me home then, Colonel.”
The pout that appears on Caleb’s face is instant, and it’s so different from his previous expression that it almost makes you laugh. “Caleb. Stop that. What I meant was…can my big, strong pilot please take me home?” With that, Caleb effortlessly lifts you into a bridal carry and starts heading off toward his aircraft. You use this time to take in your surroundings, including the aircraft that you saw him land in. “Holy shit, I didn’t realize this earlier. You have your own private airplane??” He smirks in response, “language, pipsqueak. You’ve been awfully mouthy today. And yes, I have my own personal aircraft. I am the Colonel, after all.”
When we get settled on the plane, you feel more at ease. “How long will it take, Caleb?” He smiles sweetly, “It’s just a 15-minute flight, and it’s very smooth.” You nod in response and lay your head down in the cushioned seats, falling asleep almost instantly. The Colonel looks back to check on you, and he lets out a breath of relief when your silence is replaced with small, rising breaths. He turns to the cockpit and focuses on getting you where you belong: at home with him.
Within a matter of minutes, the aircraft touches down on a remote island in Skyhaven, where the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel resides. After doing his routine diagnostics and maintenance, Caleb stalks into the lounging area where he finds you still deep in sleep. He smiles fondly as kneels by your side, brushing a section of loose hairs off of your pretty face. It’s been so long since he’s gotten to be this close to you, and he’s fighting himself at every turn to not take advantage of all the opportunities that he’s missed out on for the last year.
Instead, he brushes his mouth against your ear and purrs lovingly, “pipsqueak…we’re home. Come on now, be a good girl and wake up for me.” Caleb ducks out of the way as you sit up with lightning speed, almost smacking your head against his. Your eyes are wide and he smirks as he identifies an obvious blush scattered across your face and body.
“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He thought that one was pretty funny, but clearly you didn’t. His head involuntarily jerks to the side after a small, but strong, hand connects with his cheek with no small amount of force. The Colonel rubs against his cheek, his violet eyes shining with amusement and a hint of desire. “Fuck…you’ve got such a good arm on you now, don’t you? I definitely deserved that, I’m sorry.” Your usual smile is etched downward in the most disapproving frown that your childhood best friend has ever seen. “You’re an dummy, Caleb.” He nods, wrenching his gaze from yours to bow reverently at your feet. “I know. But I’m your dummy, for as long as you will have me.” What he doesn’t admit, however, is that he will never give you up, even if you want him to disappear from your life forever. Caleb refuses to lose you again.
You wrap your arms around the torso of the large man, and his arms complete the embrace with the ease of a husband that has been married for 15 years. “I still can’t believe that you’re here, Caleb. I really thought you were gone forever…I missed you.” The brunette feels that familiar pang in his chest, but it’s accompanied with the warmth of her presence. He murmurs into her shoulder, “I missed you too. More than anything. Now, let’s go home, okay?” He waits until you nod with a small ‘yes’ before he brings you into his arms. He walks down the ramp of his aircraft with confident precision, swinging open the front door of his house. Not a home, he thinks grimly. He glances at your figure with a small smile, but maybe it can be now.
Caleb sets you down on his large sectional couch with gentle care, as if he were caring for a glass sculpture, not a qualified Deepspace Hunter. “I’m not fragile, Caleb.” He takes your hand in his, removing one of your gloves carefully before kissing the flesh of your palm. “I never said you were. You know I treat my possessions with the utmost care, pipsqueak.” You reluctantly remove your hand from his. “I’m not a possession. I’m a person.” Though the thought of being owned by Caleb does force a wave of satisfaction to course over you.
He grins deviously, like an alpha wolf being challenged by a runt. “Oh yeah? Then what are you to those other men that you’ve been spending so much time with lately, huh?” To your credit, you manage not to flinch at his underlying accusations. “I am their friend. And if you think there is anything more to that, then it is unreciprocated by me.”
The Colonel scans your face for notable microexpressions, but he finds none. He raises his eyebrow in surprise, not expecting this level of honesty. Half of him believes her innocent proclamations, while the other half doubts the implication that you didn’t partake in any earthly desires in the year that he’s been gone. He sighs deeply, pushing away from the couch as he starts pulling off his gloves and taking off his coat. “You’re not interested in any of them? They are all quite attractive, objectively.”
He hears you giggle behind him on the couch, and he whips his head around to deliver a harsh glare in your direction. “Sorry, Caleb. You’re just so…cute, when you’re jealous.” He grits his teeth with minor irritation, but a light blush manages to crawl up his cheeks. “I am not cute. Especially not when I’m like this.” He cages you in with his arms, and you stare back at him expectantly. You remove your other glove, then cup Caleb’s face in your hands, letting yourself memorize every new detail. “I’m sorry. You’re definitely right. Cute was the wrong word to describe how this side of you makes me feel.”
“What?” There’s no way that he heard that correctly. He feels pressure growing against his military-grade pants, and he silently curses. This woman is going to kill him. For real this time. Her grin just grows wider, “you heard me, Colonel. But if it makes you feel better, I’ve always been just as bad as you.” Caleb recalls the fake dating, the constant displays of affection, and of course, the surprise kiss that you gave him at graduation, though it was only on the cheek. He thought you were so cute every time that you tried to claim him in front of another girl. “I doubt that you’re as bad as me, pipsqueak. Don’t try to test me. I’ll do a lot more than scare off those men if they don’t back off.”
You don’t seem very concerned with the threat. “You’d be wasting your time with them. As much as I would love to rile you up more, I have all I want right here.” You drag your hand slowly from his face, down his neck, and finally resting it on his chest. “My Caleb.” He finds only truth in your eyes, and this makes his breath hitch. “I’ve only ever been yours, pipsqueak. But please forgive me if I doubt your confessions after seeing some damning evidence of you snuggling up with certain notable persons.” You grimace at this accusation. What have you done for Caleb to distrust you so vehemently? “Again. They are friends of mine. And I bet one of those notable persons is also our friend, am I right?”
Caleb growls viciously in response, bringing his face closer to yours. “Would a friend of mine make moves on my girl in the year after I die?! I think not.” He brushes his knuckles against your cheeks gently, ignoring the bubbling rage that is causing his body to shake. You shake your head in disapproval, and you bring your hands up to cup his face. “He was my rock this year, Caleb. After…the incident, I had to have more check-ups, and we both happened to be mourning over you. Zayne loves you, Caleb. He misses you almost as much as I did.”
“Yeah? Then why does he look at you the same way all those other bastards do?” He can’t keep himself from spouting out these observations in hopes that you’ll give him some reassurance or a reason to fly off the handle. Though he would prefer the former, Caleb really just needs to get all of this off his chest. These feelings have harbored in his chest for far too long, and now they need an outlet. “If he loves me so much, pips, why would he still fall in love with you?” Caleb hears his voice break as the words come out. Something about admitting this aloud hurts him more than stewing in it for the last year.
The sympathetic smile on your face catches the brunette by surprise. “Maybe he always did love me, and we just didn’t know it. Maybe he sees you whenever he looks at me. No one knows the real answer but Zayne, Caleb.” You fight back tears as you take in a sharp breath. “As for the other three that I assume you’re referring to, I don’t want to ruin those friendships by acknowledging their feelings. Either way, you’re clearly more observant in reading my relationships with others rather than reflecting on the only one that we both have a say in.” Caleb raises a single eyebrow, clearly motioning for you to keep talking. You almost lose yourself as you try to keep your tone even while maintaining eye contact with the man looming over you.
“Caleb, I love you. I’ve loved you since before I even knew what that word actually meant. It hurts me when you practically accuse me of these salacious acts, because I have never done that to you.” When Caleb sees the stream of wetness rolling down your face, he wipes your tears away, kissing each of your cheeks softly. Meanwhile, he hiccups as tears stream down his own face, his brain searing with his emotional punishment from the chip. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I was wrong. I love you so much, please forgive me…” It’s hard for him to wrap his head around the idea that you love him in the same way that he does, but nothing has ever made the man happier.
Your eyes glisten from the tears as you look up at him, “I could never stay mad at you, you big dumb idiot. But you better not do that again.” For the first time in a long while, he laughs. To you, it’s the most beautiful sound in the world. Your eyes stay transfixed on his joyous expression, still streaked with tears, and you can’t help but laugh with him. His laugh is the most infectious thing in the whole world, and it has killed you to be torn from the sound for so long. It’s killed you to be torn from him for so long. After a minute or two, you both settle down, and he takes this time to grab your chin firmly with his hand and lifts your gaze to meet his piercing one. “Tell me right now if you want me to walk away.” Caleb narrows his eyes in warning, “if you don’t, I won’t be able to hold myself back.”
A shudder runs over your body, and you can’t help the pleased grin that appears on your face. “Don’t. Don’t walk away from me ever again. Don’t hold yourself back. I can handle you.” The last thing you see is a dangerous glint in his violet eyes before he closes the gap between you and crushes your lips with his own. You always imagined your first kiss with Caleb, but it never went like this. He kisses you like he’s starving, and you’re the final meal he ordered on death row. It’s sloppy at first, and you’re happy that he doesn’t seem as experienced as you thought he would be. You don’t feel like you could have handled it if someone else had touched your Caleb like this before you.
Said man groans into your mouth, devouring you whole as his other hand wanders down your side languidly, sliding down your waist and cupping your ass, pulling you firmly against his groin. You sigh into his mouth, meeting his fiendish intensity as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into you even further. His noisy gasps between each kiss stoke a flame in you, causing you to whine needily. He smirks against your lips, pulling away to take in the sight of you.
“Fuck…you wicked temptress…” His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, his eyes shining with delight. “I’ve waited so long for this…to feel you under me and against me. To eat my fill of your sweetness…” You let out an embarrassing squeak at the tone in his charged words. “Caleb…don’t say it like that, you’re embarrassing me.” He slowly moves his hands from their current position to grasp your hands and pin them against the top of the couch.
“Good. I like that little blush. It tells me everything I need to know about how you really feel.” You squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. “Don’t tease me. Please?” He grins, his eyes darkening with intent, “please what, miss Hunter? Kiss you?” He gives you a peck on the lips. “Touch you?” He pries your legs open with his knee and grinds it into your core. You let out a pitiful moan at the new source of friction. “Oh? You like that, don’t you, honey?” He purposefully grinds his knee against your clothed pussy again, and he revels in the way you grind your hips against it.
“Mmm~ such a needy girl, aren’t you?” Caleb grins wildly, letting go of his grip on you to undress. He unbuttons his shirt carefully before throwing it in a random corner of his living room, revealing his muscular chest and defined abdomen. He watches you carefully as you clench your thighs together, and he continues to strip, removing his pants with a few, quick motions, leaving him standing in his underwear.
Without his hands binding you, you get up from the couch and kneel in front of the tall brunette. “Caleb…I want you so bad. Let me take care of you.” You slowly lick the length of his cock through the fabric of his boxers, and you feel him shudder as he lets a whimper slip from his parted lips. Your hands slide his underwear down, pooling them around his ankles, and exposing his already leaking cock. He bites his lip as he takes in the sight below him, gathering your hair in his hands and guiding your head softly toward him.
“Take it real slow, baby, I’m here for you. Tap my leg if it gets too much, and I’ll let go.” You nod eagerly before you take the swollen tip in your mouth, and he can’t help but groan. “Good girl, pipsqueak,” he says huskily. “Look what this pretty little mouth can do when it’s not mouthing off at me.” With this praise, you take more of Caleb’s cock into your mouth, not really meeting a struggle until you meet the halfway point. You try to open your throat more, using your tongue for friction on the underside as he guides your head up and down his length. You meet his eyes as you go down as far as you can, and he curses, throwing his head back in a groan.
As you pull back again, Caleb pulls your mouth away from his cock. In one fluid motion, he picks you up, kicks off his underwear, and marches to his bedroom. He doesn’t give you a long time to take in your surroundings before he pins you down onto his mattress. “I couldn’t let you finish me off so fast…I’ve waited too long to have you.” He tugs on the hem of your shirt, gesturing for you to rid yourself of your top while he focuses on ridding you of these pesky pants and underwear. When you’re finally bare beneath him, you feel the tension between the two of you climb even higher. “My girl is so beautiful,” Caleb says quietly as he runs his hands down your body, attempting to memorize every tantalizing inch.
You raise your arms in a show of surrender, letting Caleb touch you as he pleases. “Oh stop, you must have seen better, right?” You smirk at your own accusation, purposefully targeting him to admit his own innocence, just as you had. Caleb bites down on your nipple, sucking it into his mouth harshly as he glares at you. “For your information, I’ve never been a playboy. This is the only body I have ever wanted to see…and touch.” You gasp as he twists your other nipple between his thumb and index finger as he continues his assault on your sensitive flesh.
Caleb grins, enjoying the new expressions that you’re making. “What’s wrong, sweetie, never had a man touch you like this before?” A soft gasp escapes your mouth, and you lower one of your hands to play with his hair. “Never call me that again. You’re just trying to get me back for what I said earlier, right?” He shrugs nonchalantly as he continues to kiss down your body, leaving dozens of kisses over your tummy, as he’s always been obsessed with it. “I was, but I also just thought I’d try it, see if you like the pet name better when I say it.”
He traces over the lines on your stomach, as if to take its measurements. “You need to eat more, baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you from now on. Only home-cooked meals for you.” I pout and turn my head away dismissively, “Zaynie says that my weight has been healthy. You’re just going to stuff me like a turkey so I can’t leave.” He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing into slits as he processes his anger. “I don’t care what ‘Zaynie’ says. And you’re not leaving anyways. So who cares??”
Your eyebrow quirks upward in amusement, eyes filling with a fiery defiance. “Oh, so you’re a doctor now. I didn’t know you went to med school, guess I must have missed that part.” He growls and bites the flesh of your stomach as a stern warning. “I don’t have to be a doctor to tell you that you’ve been eating less and less since I’ve been gone, pipsqueak. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Your eyes widen in surprise, and maybe even a little fear, as you consider the possibilities of him obtaining this information on his own. You (temporarily) stop his assault on your flesh to pull his face toward yours, your face hardened with suspicion. “Caleb Xia. What the hell are you talking about? And don’t skimp on the details. I’ll find out either way.”
He curses, meeting your hardened glare with his emotional defense puppy eyes, pleading with you to not question him further. “You’ll hate me. So please don’t ask, pipsqueak. I can’t—I can’t let you go again. Not when I just got you back.” Your eyes soften with Caleb’s plea, but your heart sinks into a pit as you start to understand the present situation. However, you always knew Caleb was more intense than other men you knew, and you’ve learned to adapt to him, to meet his wild affections with your own.
You suddenly begin to laugh, startling Caleb, who currently has remorseful tears streaking down his face and appears to be in pain. “Do you really believe that I could ever hate you, my love?” Caleb’s heart - and admittedly, his still leaking cock - twitch in delight over your word usage, particularly that pet name. My love. Hers. I’m hers. And she’s mine. “I…did? Is there anything that would, perhaps, change that outlook, or am I in the clear, captain pipsqueak?” Caleb slides in that last pet name to hopefully use humor to deflect from the rapid rate of his heart and his guilty conscience. You shake your head emphatically as an immediate response. If he had known what you’ve done to keep him safe in the past, he wouldn’t be asking such silly questions. “If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine. Then, we’ll be even. Sounds good?” Caleb releases his breath as his glance flickers away from you, looking uncharacteristically unsure of himself. “Sure. I’ll start with the biggest thing, so prepare yourself for it, okay?”
You can’t help but grin, “bigger than that thing you’re packing down there? Because if so, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle this news, Colonel.” He snorts at your quick quip. “Jesus pipsqueak. You’ve gotten vulgar, haven’t you? Now I know how this pretty little mouth of yours opened so beautifully on my cock.” Breath hitching, you turn your head away with a furious blush, shaking it profusely. “Anyways…go back to the whole, confessing stuff part, before I forget about it altogether.” Caleb cups your chin in his palm, turning your head so that you’re facing him. His grip is strong. Stronger than you remember it being, but you guess that Fleet training wasn’t really for show, considering the way the rest of his body looks.
After you mentally recover from Caleb’s incessant manhandling, he begins to explain himself. “I can’t handle not being in your life. And I don’t mean right now particularly, but when I came to consciousness after the incident, I knew there was something wrong. Someone was missing. But, at first I didn’t know who.” His eyes start to glaze over with something you recognize as dissociation, and you pull him back to reality with a light squeeze of his forearm. “Anyways. I regained my memories of you after about 2 months. The rest of my life is still pretty hazy, but I retained all that really matters. After I realized who that missing link was, I did everything it took to find you. I used my air traffic controller knowledge that I had picked up in the DAA, along with…my own technical craftiness, to create some monitoring equipment. It was fine tuned to pick up certain frequencies, like GPS trackers. That’s when I realized that you had two signals. One, from your phone, which I’ll admit to implanting as a college student so I could keep track of you. The second signal came from that lovely little necklace that you’re still wearing. So, I guess I already know one of your secrets.”
Your lips press in a thin line, attempting to process the fact that not only did he know that you put a tracker in the necklace meant for him, but also that he put a tracker in your phone?? This was utter insanity. But, this was always under the surface of your dynamic with the tall, muscular brunette. You both were drawn to this possessive darkness and wanted to consume each other within it. “You got me. But I have a feeling that’s not all you did.” The Colonel nods, acknowledging your confession with a small smirk before continuing with practiced indifference. “Yeah, you’re right, sweetheart. Not only did I track you, but I have, let’s say a select few cameras on your general route that I’ve kept an eye on for the last couple of months. And with my recent promotion, I’ve been able to expand that reach, specifically to areas on the border of and inside the N109 Zone.” You just nod, eyeing him carefully, scanning for half truths that you could read, but you only spotted one.
“I’m guessing that’s how you knew about those four, then?” He just shrugs, not denying the truth when he knows that you already figured it out. “Yeah. I had to make sure you were okay. That they weren’t…taking advantage of you.” A twinge of a smile forms on your mouth. You feel his love for you pouring through every action, and you can’t help but swoon over this man that has only tried to do what he thinks is best for you. Even if it isn’t normal or particularly healthy. “You’re such a sweetie, did you know that?” He blinks, his eyes widening as his brows furrow in confusion. “Huh? You’re not…mad?” You pretend to contemplate it for a bit, watching as Caleb’s face morphs into worry and potential desperation. “I’m not. I just wish I was as crafty as you are. Maybe I would have found you sooner.” You stop for a minute, tilting your head as you connect some dots in your mind. “Why didn’t you come see me? You let me believe you were dead. Why?”
His lips purse in a frown, his earlier glee from your acceptance evaporating with your line of inquiry. “I wasn’t planning to come back at first.” Your immediate horror makes him briskly continue, “but I couldn’t stay away from you, baby. Watching you was never enough for me. I thought it could be, but I was delusional. You know I could never help myself from butting in whenever you were talking to someone, especially boys. And…I didn’t want you to find someone else after you processed my loss. It was selfish, I know, but I’ve always been selfish when it comes to you.”
You stroke your thumb against his cheek, wiping off the tears that came down. “I want you to be selfish. Forever. I’ve always been yours, even when you didn’t know it.” He gazes at you, tilting his head with confusion and uncertainty. “Yeah? How did I not figure that out then?” You shake your head with annoyance at the memories, knowing exactly why he didn’t know. When you both were kids, it was innocent, maybe even familial, to have Caleb hover over you and always treat you with undisguised affection. As teens, however, it was a different story. “You didn’t want to know, Caleb. And people had referred to me as your sister so much growing up that at that age, I was afraid that if I confessed to you, you would be uncomfortable or even disgusted that I felt that way towards you.”
He immediately opens his mouth to rebuke that claim, but you place your hand over his mouth childishly. “Listen to the whole thing before you go off on whatever tangent you were about to go off on.” You wait until he nods, feeling his growl of disapproval vibrate under your palms. “You didn’t deny the rumors that we were siblings either. Girls in your grade fucking laughed at me behind your back because they knew it wasn’t true yet still spread the rumor to make me look bad. They wanted to feel like they had a chance with you. However, I knew even then, whether it was romantic or not, you would come when I called.” You smile to yourself, and you feel Caleb grin under your palm as the two of you remember those awkward years when romantic attraction was still so new.
You take your hand off of his mouth, and he makes a showy gesture of gasping for air. You grin in response, lifting your hand to ruffle his hair playfully. “Caleb, do you remember that first guy I brought over? Besides Zayne, of course.” He growls in response, his violet eyes flaring with jealousy over even the past memories of other men I’ve been interested in. “Yeah. Fucking hated him.” Your mouth morphs into an amused smirk, taking a mental note of his expression before continuing. “I think he hated you too, if that’s any consolation. You always barged in on us like you were a fuckin’ inspector or something, and your glares went from mild annoyance to pure homicide when he touched me. Even hand holding wasn’t allowed under captain Caleb’s watch.”
His eyebrow twitches and his face morphs into a comical grimace, like he could still picture it in his mind. “Anyways. The only reason I started bringing him over so much, is because it pissed you off. You brought a girl over to study a few months before that, so I chose a guy that looked just similar enough to you that I wouldn’t mind looking at him. The problem was, it was never enough. I remember you were ecstatic when he and I broke up because ‘he wasn’t good enough’ for me or something. But he didn’t break up with me because he was bored or stopped having feelings for me.”
Caleb stares at you with bated breath, waiting for the pin to drop. “It was because I kept looking at you anytime you were in the room. I talked about you when he and I were alone together. No matter what he did, no matter what he said, it was Caleb, Caleb, Caleb. And he got sick of it. Which I don’t blame him for.” Caleb analyzes your face, bringing his thumb to your cheek and rubbing the soft flesh. He needs to make sure that he wasn’t hallucinating or having the best dream of his life. When he finally processes it, he pounces on your unexpecting form, pressing his weight on your body and nuzzling your cheek with his own, like a cute puppy. “And you didn’t bring anyone else but Zayne over after that, did you, pipsqueak?” You giggle and shake your head, confirming what he already knew. “Noooo—I learned my lesson. There is only one space in my heart, and it’s Caleb-sized.” You nuzzle his cheek in return, like you were conducting a ritual meant solely for you two, revolving around your mutual need for physical contact.
He purrs in your ear, his possessive desires being sated with your words. “Good. Because I’m not letting any of those assholes think that they can have you. Xavier. Rafayel. Sylus…Zayne. If I had it my way, they would never see you again.” However, you respond with an equally low voice, “if I had it my way, the cadets and lieutenants that were eyeing you at that ceremony would be dead and buried by the end of this week.” Caleb grips your waist, pulling you into him with a primal desire reawakened by your mutual possession of one another. “Unfortunately, it is very hard to find good ways to dispose of multiple bodies in Skyhaven, or else I would take you up on that offer.” You hook your legs around his back, pressing his naked body firmly against yours.
Why is the idea of homicide getting you guys going? Because you’re absolutely fucked up in the head when it comes to each other.
You drag your nails up his defined back, teasing every muscle on the path with a delicate scratch. He groans, rutting his hips against yours as you continue to learn his body in a way you weren’t allowed to before. “Fuck, baby…I need you so bad. I want to be gentle with you, to treasure you like the gem you are, but you’re making it so hard for me.” You kiss his cheek gently before biting his neck harshly, sucking on the spot to leave a dark, visible mark on him. To claim what has always been yours. “Fuck me, Caleb. Or should I ask Doctor Zayne to fill in because you’re so hesitant?” You grin mockingly, your eyes devoid of its usual shine and completely devoted to pure lust and desire.
The Colonel growls animalistically, flipping you on your stomach with his Evol and yanking your head back by your hair, biting your neck just as harshly as you bit his. “You insolent brat. I was going to give you the princess treatment I thought you deserved, but no. You’re going to get fucked like a dirty, little whore. And you’re going to beg for it.” You moan, craving this darkness from him, needing something…rougher, than Caleb could give you right now. This, you acknowledge, was the harsh Colonel that you witnessed in the interrogation room. “Yeah? Then do it, Colonel. Punish me for being so insolent. I’m not scared of you.” He continues his ruthless assault on your body: biting, kissing and licking any fresh patch of skin that he can reach with his mouth.
No sweet kisses from Caleb now, you’ve already pushed him too far, it seems. You lick your lips, grinning widely as you store this trigger for later. He groans into your flesh as he tastes you, devouring you like you could disappear tomorrow. “I think I’ll do just that, pretty princess.” You buck your hips up with a whimper, attempting to grind your ass against his cock, but he leans his hips back out of your reach. The Colonel takes one of his hands and gathers both of your wrists in his fist before pinning them to the bedframe above you. He holds you up by your waist with his other arm to prevent you from falling. He drags over a pillow with that same hand, positioning it under your pelvis to keep your hips up. You guess that this is an instinct from his doting side to keep you from hurting too much in a non-pleasurable sense.
“Do you think you deserve this cock after what you said to me?” He rubs your wrists with his thumb, like a false sense of security to contrast with his dark, sultry tone. “I don’t think you do. But,” he grinds against you in a painfully slow manner. “You’ll still get it if you beg.” You whine, pleading with him to fuck you by rubbing your ass against him, but he tuts and pulls back. You growl, frustrated tears forming in your eyes. “Fuck. Me. Now.” Caleb just smirks to himself and whispers in your ear. “No. You’re being such a naughty girl. You don’t deserve it yet. Behave properly, or I’ll leave you squirming and untouched tonight.” You cry out in a whisper, needing him more and more, “please Caleb…I’ll be such a good girl for you. I want your big, thick cock in my tight, little pussy. It’ll make you feel soooo good. I’m so wet for you right now…I need you.” The brunette chuckles in your ear, releasing a pleased hum, “now, was that so hard?”
There is a painfully long pause before he finally pushes his dick inside of you. Caleb takes this time to admire your form, kissing your cheek before grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you back as he thrusts inside of you for the first time. He cries out loudly, the sensation so much different than what he expected. Caleb waits for you to loosen up from your vice grip before dragging his hips back slowly. The Colonel pulls out until just the head of his length rests inside of you before thrusting into you deeply, filling you all the way as he stretches you out. You moan and wince interchangeably as you adjust to his cock. “It’s okay pretty girl, I’m here.” He kisses along your neck softly, while thrusting into you deep and hard, like a punishment. “You’ve been really bad, but Caleb is still here, and I love you so much, honey.”
The mix of dominating and nurturing behaviors coming out of the man are making your head spin as you moan almost drunkenly, trying to match his thrusts. “Love you too Caleb…so much.” He lets go of your hair, stroking it gently before pinning your hips down to the mattress and increasing the speed of his thrusts. You feel the head of his cock pounding against your cervix, his balls slapping against your clit with each ravenous thrust, causing your legs to shake as he forces you to come close to the edge. It feels like he’s waiting for something—to keep your high steady before he makes you cum.
Finally, he dips two fingers of his free hand into the mix of fluids that you both have created, and coats them before rubbing tantalizing circles on your clit. The contrast between the soft ministrations and the hard, fast thrusts causes you to tip over the edge, clenching his dick like a vice, climaxing just as he stutters his hips into you, cumming deep inside you. You let out a silent scream as you force your climax out of your body, almost pushing his length out with your contractions.
Caleb kisses your shoulders, coming down from his unbelievable high, flipping you both over so that he can lift you off of his soaked cock and lays your body on his torso. He cradles you close to his chest in a strong embrace, like if he released his grip even slightly, you’d fly away from him. “I’ve imagined this for so long,” he finally admits. “It’s hard to believe that I’m awake right now.” You laugh softly, pressing your head into his chest with a comfortable sigh. “I know. So much has happened today, and I’m still reeling from it all. I might need to get a check up at Akso when I get back to Linkon.”
He grumbles, pinching one of your butt cheeks in disapproval, making you yelp. “Get a new doctor.” You nip at one of his pecs in warning. “No. Zayne’s the best doctor I can get. You can’t just demand that I get a new one. He’d literally show up at my apartment out of worry.” He shrugs, seemingly unbothered by the idea. “Just move here.” You huff, “what about my job?” He responds quickly, “quit.” You groan in frustration, pounding your fists against his sides lightly. “You’re the absolute worst, you know that?” He just smiles to himself, happy that you’re being so careful with him. “Mmm, you weren’t saying that earlier. It was ‘Caleb, I’ll be a good girl…Caleb, I’m so wet for you’, right pipsqueak?”
Your face burns with embarrassment after hearing your words repeated back to you. “If you keep going on like that, we’re never doing this ever again.” He scoffs, not believing a word of your bullshit. “Yeah, I don’t think so, pipsqueak. You love me too much to stay away.” You look back at him, an easy smile appearing on your face as you reply, “yeah. I really do.”
You sink into each other’s touch, letting the day wash over you as you bask in the warmth of your Caleb. You both realize that no matter what happens, gravity pulls you together without fail, and there’s no way to deceive one another anymore.