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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)

KAMIL WAKES UP TO find Precious caresssing his face like a breeze. Precious looks like someone who had a restless sleep. He knows this because Precious restlessness woke him up several times.

It has only been seven days since Precious memorial and Kamil reckons he is far from moving on from what happened that day.

Blame is a constant game for Precious who is playing on different levels and he is obviously far from winning.

Precious is right. There is nothing Kamil can say that can make it better. In fact, he might have made things worse by inadvertently comparing him to his Mum.

Kamil wants to say that is not what he meant. He didn't say his Mum is better than. He just meant Precious is like his Mum. Kind. Precious being the opposite where the runts are concerned is worrying.

Precious speaks first, his voice clear. An indication he has been awake awhile.

I HATE IT WHEN WE FIGHT