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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)

EVERYTHING HAS BEEN PLANNED. Hotel booked, date planned, bag packed. Nuka had been elated for his temporary senior position that he'd thrown his arms in the air and said, "The Chosen One."

On the other hand, the Elders couldn't care less. They'll do what they've always done: be retired, enjoy the fruits of their labour and once in a while, remind everyone about their grey haired wisdom.

Precious had been obsessive—for lack of a better word—that every little thing, even the time they are allowed rest had been planned to a tee. Nothing, as Precious will declare, would be ruined. Today will be perfect.

Staring out the window of an idling car, Kamil couldn't say that this is perfect. The scenery is beautiful, he'll give the universe that. Snow is a white cap on the landscape, the houses dwarfish under the load: this is what earth will look like if the clouds fall.

"I'm guessing this isn't part of your plan."

MOTHER'S KITCHEN