XVI-FUCKED UP SHIT

"something wrong is going on around this corporation." James says, his chin raised in an unearthly manner.

"The Maister is up to something, I suppose."

"Keep an eye on him and tell me what I must know. Everything I must know."

James went back to the island. He saw Regie eating on the kitchen counter, his body covered with the fur and satin robe.

"I hope the mice didn't play while the cat is away."

Regie looked into his eyes, steel cold and proceeded to eating his strawberry flavored oatmeal.

"I must've done something terrible to deserve such heinous stare."

"I haven't forgotten that you kidnapped me and brought me here."

"Oh, that. I'm sorry I just want to pull an amazing sex stunt for such a toy."

"Listen, I never signed for this. I may be nice to you for a moment now but it doesn't mean I already like it here. I still have to go out and do my work."

"Oh, Regie. You don't have too. You serve better in bed than in field. Your body is not built to sustain the harsh world of murder and blood and guns And knives. You, darling is for the plush bedroom and scented candles and soft quilts. You perform better in sex than murder, baby."

James grabbed his balls and starts licking Regie's ear, nibbling on the softest spot and planting kisses on the back. Regie's ruffled breathes blows James bleached hair and James's hurried breath tickes Regie's neck.

His hands snaked through the warm skin of Regie's chest, fingers occasionally tripping over the portruding nipple for tease. The other hand plulls Regie's weight, pinning his body towards James.

"The present situation, Regie, shall be your key to understand that everything that revolves around you is connection. Your connection to me is what's keeping you safe. If not, you'll be just like the boy who crossed your father's lines." James said it with chill. So chill it talks about the story behind the gritted teeth.

"Damien. What have you done to him?"

"Don't be such a wuss."

"Your father did your job."

James stepped forward, his breath touching Regie's hair. He hugged him and whispered,"Did I not tell you that I'm not letting you go?"

James bit Regie's soft ear gently. The smell of soap and shampoo lingering there is a temptation not even James can stand against. He grabbed Regie's robe and threw it on the floor.

"Stop! I do not want this."

James clutch one of Regie's butt cheeks.

"But I want this and what James wants, James gets."

James flipped him over to his back, he pushed his head to make him bend over.

"Don't you feel the same when Damien does this to you? You are just a dirty bitch getting fucked by someone dominant!"

James reached for Regie's cock, rubbing and massaging it up and down.

"Ugh..." Regie moaned while tears ran down his eyes. His face red.

"You don't like it, huh? but you moaning and grinding along my every move? You're a poor liar."

"Hugh...ughh, nnngggh!" Regie came after a while and James pushed him on the kitchen table and unbuckles his pants.

"Regie, the sword fight is just about to start."