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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)

PRECIOUS WAKES HIM UP in the middle of the night with a loud bang.

Kamil spent all of yesterday nudging Precious to eat and use his medicine, kicking Nuka out of the house and tidying the office.

Did a bit of snooping of his own but the labels on the medicine bottles in Precious bathroom spelt legit.

When night fell, Kamil didn't pretend to think about spending the night. Though the vomit bucket is clean and Nuka promises it was only that first day the Alpha constantly vomited, Kamil isn't leaving Precious to fend for himself.

Although Precious is coherent enough not to fall on his face, Nuka's vivid description of the Alpha hitting his head on the wall (that's where the bandaid came from) has him scared that'll happen again. Therefore, Kamil slept on the couch.

GENTLE NUCLEAR