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"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha."

"So?"

"So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spats, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato.

"Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades.

Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple.

And when a whimper fell from the Alpha's lips, he growled and bit his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison.

"Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy."


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WARNING: mature scenes between two (consenting) men
light kink & submission
if a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter)



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Making The Alpha Submit  (BL)

THE DOOR OPENS AND Major Sandcastle saunters in like he owns the place, snug khaki trousers leaving nothing to the imagination but it's no match for the transparent black nylon singlet he wears, dreamy biceps on display.

Precious takes him in greedily like an hungry idiot, mouth agape, watering, itching to touch him again—this time to run his hands all over chiselled stomach, roam his fingers down his back and hear the sound the Shifter will make in his ear.

[Wow Precious, starved much? You promised not to do this to yourself. It was a one time thing, a one time command. Get over it.]

"Major Sandcastle, reporting for duty."

Major Sandcastle, reporting for duty. Strip.

[For fucks sake Precious, go touch some grass. Cooped up in this room is messing with your head.]

"The training. At five," a glance at the clock, "It's five."

INTERLUDE: REPORTING FOR DUTY