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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 CAPTAIN'S FOOT SLIDE across the floor, Mura takes in a sharp breath and the Elder is flabbergasted. Using their stunned silence, Alpha North glance around his office at the strewn papers on his desk, the ones on the floor the Captain hasn't finished and the box Nuka dutifully leaves under the desk.

He wants to regret napping, wants to berate himself for leaving his work for another time but for the first time in a while, his brain is not relaxed per se but toned down. Less of a riot against him. He can think clearly.

That wouldn't last long though. His brain might be working fine right now but it'll soon require the frantic energy it depends on. He should've brewed a new pot..er...of coffee. Mental note to get his pot back.

"But why?" Mura speaks first, protruding upper lip thinning.

"We have nowhere to keep them. They're eight, nine more mouths to feed—"

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