Chapter Text
The key turned in the lock at 11:47 PM.
Valko heard it from the bedroom...that metallic click, then the soft thud of Zayne’s leather briefcase hitting the entryway table. Same sounds, same rhythm, every night. But tonight Valko’s body registered them differently. His ears flattened against his skull, then perked forward. His tail swept across the rumpled sheets in a restless movement.
He’d been waiting.
3 hours now, curled in the center of Zayne’s bed, wearing nothing but one of Zayne’s dress shirts a white, crisp cotton, sleeves rolled twice so they didn’t swallow his hands entirely. The hem barely skimmed the tops of his thighs. He’d stolen it from the laundry two days ago, slept in it, saturated the collar with his scent until it smelled more like wolf than surgeon.
“Zayne.” His voice came out hoarse. Too needy. He didn’t care.
The bedroom door swung open.
Zayne stood in the ]doorway, still in his long white coat, silver frame glasses catching the dim lamplight. His hazel green eyes swept the room with clinical precision the discarded blankets on the floor, the shirt spread up over Valko’s hips, the flush spreading from Valko’s chest up his throat.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” Zayne said. Flat. Observational. A bit cold even.
“You were late.” Valko rolled onto his back, let his legs fall open. The shirt gaped across his chest, exposing the hard planes of his pecs, the fine line of burgundy hair that disappeared beneath white cotton. His skin burned. Literally burned like fever type hot.
“3 hours late. I was supposed to—...”
“Emergency valve replacement. The patient destabilized twice on the table.” Zayne stepped inside, closed the door behind him. His movements were unhurried. Deliberate. He removed his glasses, folded them, set them on the dresser. “You knew I was on call.”
“I know.” Valko’s hips shifted, seeking friction against the mattress. Finding none. A whine built in his throat, he swallowed it, but his tail gave him away, thumping against the bed in frantic rhythm. “I know, I just—Zayne, I need—”
“I can see what you need.”
The coat came off. Then the suit jacket beneath it. Zayne draped both over the chair with the same careful precision.
Valko watched him, breathing through his mouth now because the air felt too thick, too hot, and Zayne was taking too long. The shirt clung to Valko’s body where sweat had dampened the fabric. His cock strained against the cotton, an obscene outline he made no effort to hide. He wanted Zayne to see. Wanted Zayne to look at what he’d done to himself, to the bed, to the careful order of Zayne’s bedroom and finally stop being so goddamn controlled!.
“You’re in heat,” Zayne said.
“Brilliant diagnosis, Doctor.”
A flicker at the corner of Zayne’s mouth. Almost a smile. Almost.
He walked to the bed, and Valko’s whole body arched toward him spine curving, tail lifting, an involuntary response that would have been embarrassing if he had any shame left. He didn’t. The heat had burned it out of him hours ago, left nothing but raw want and the maddening emptiness between his legs.
Zayne’s hand found his jaw. Cool fingers Zayne ran cold, always had, some quirk of his Evol or his circulation. Those fingers tilted Valko’s chin up, forcing eye contact.
“Tell me what you did while I was gone.”
Valko’s breath stuttered. “Nothing.”
“Liar.” Zayne’s thumb pressed against his lower lip, dragged it down. “The sheets are soaked. You’ve been rubbing yourself against my pillows for hours.” His gaze dropped to Valko’s thighs, where slick glossed the skin, where the evidence of his desperation was impossible to hide. “How many times?”
“I lost count.”
“Show me.”
The command landed low in Valko’s belly. He reached down with trembling fingers, pushed the shirt up past his navel. His cock sprang free flushed dark, leaking, the head slick and oversensitive. His thighs were wet with more than sweat.
Zayne’s expression didn’t change. But his breathing did ...one shallow inhale, barely noticabl and ofcourse Valko’s ears caught it. His tail wagged harder.
“Come on..-,” Valko said. The word cracked open something in his chest. “I’ve been good. I waited. I didn’t...I didn’t go find anything else, I didn’t even touch the toys, I just...” He grabbed Zayne’s wrist, dragged that cool hand down his chest, pressed it flat against his chest where his heart pumped. “Feel that? Feel what you do to me?”
Zayne’s fingers splayed over his pec. For a long moment, he didn’t move.
Then his hand slid higher, closed around Valko’s throat.
Not tight. Just present. Just enough pressure to remind Valko exactly who was in control here, and it wasn’t the wolf whining and rutting against the bed.
“You’ll take what I give you,” Zayne said quietly. “And you’ll wait until I decide if you’ve earned more. Understood?”
Valko nodded, throat bobbing against Zayne’s palm.
“Words.”
“Yes. Yes, understood, just...please, Zayne—”
Zayne kissed him.
It wasn’t gentle. This was a claim. Zayne’s mouth crushed against his, tongue pushing past his lips, teeth catching his lower lip and pulling. Valko moaned into it, hands fisting in Zayne’s shirt, trying to drag him onto the bed.
Zayne didn’t budge.
He pulled back, licking his lips, and Valko made a sound that was closer to a sob than a whine.
“You taste like you’ve been biting yourself,” Zayne observed. “Your lip is bruised.”
“Couldn’t help it.” Valko’s hips rolled uselessly against empty air.
Zayne’s hand left his throat. Moved down. Traced the line of Valko’s collarbone, the swell of his chest, the hard nub of one nipple that tightened further under the attention. Valko gasped, back bowing off the mattress.
“You said you didn’t touch my toys,” Zayne murmured. His fingers circled Valko’s nipple, not quite making contact, just teasing it. “Did you touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Show me how.”
Valko’s hand flew to his cock without hesitation. He wrapped his fingers around his cock which was too dry, the friction too much, but he didn’t care and stroked, once, twice, a desperate clumsy rhythm. His tail lashed. His ears pressed flat against his sweat damp hair. A broken moan escaped him.
Zayne’s hand closed over his. Stopped the motion mid-stroke.
“Enough.” he said. Quiet. Final.
Valko’s eyes flew open. “What—”
“You’ll take what I give you.” Zayne released his hand, stepped back from the bed. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes hazel green, cool, calculating ofcourse never left Valko’s face. “And what I’m giving you right now is patience. You’ve been rutting against my pillows like a bitch. You can wait 5 more minutes while I decide exactly how I want you.”
Valko’s laugh came out half hysterical. “You’re cruel.”
“I’m thorough.” Zayne began unbuttoning his cuffs. Rolling up his sleeves.
“Please,” he whispered. “I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. Just—Zayne, please, I can’t—”
Zayne knelt on the edge of the bed.
The mattress dipped under his weight. His knees pushed Valko’s thighs wider apart. Cool hands settled on Valko’s hips, thumbs pressing into the hollows of his hip, and Valko’s whole body shuddered.
“You’re dripping onto my sheets,” Zayne murmured. “Look at you. 3 hours of waiting and you’re already this wrecked.” One hand slid lower. Lower. Valko stopped breathing entirely.
“You want my fingers first, or do you think you can take my cock without any prep at all? You’re certainly wet enough.”
“Fingers,” he gasped. “Fingers first,I want to feel you—”
“Good boy.”
Zayne’s hand pressed against his entrance.