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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)

"WHAT ABOUT CROISSANTS? I bet he hasn't eaten croissants before."

"Or chocolate. They don't have chocolates here. I asked."

"Toast. What about toast? Have you had any?"

Steadily, snow declines. It does in the way the frigid cold ebbs away, in the way the sky empties out snow in little drops, in the way the air is freshest as it reeks of bloom.

Snow steadily declines and Nuka hopes the humans with it.

The men jest, laughing as they suggest different things local Nuka most definitely haven't seen, heard and eaten. This has been his life ever since the Alpha left two days ago.

With the Alpha—and Captain here—these men minded their business: worked, ate, rest, repeat the next day. They never messed around. They never messed around with him.

FAILS SPECTACULARLY