WE DID IT, BUT HE TOOK IT.
Chapter: 2
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Kaidën's eyes locked onto the young officer, a sly smile spreading across his face like a slow-burning flame. He had just concluded his nightly hunt, and his gaze had landed on the object of his fascination. For years, he had watched Asher from the shadows, orchestrating his life with meticulous precision.
Kaidën's eyes gleamed with a mixture of curiosity and hunger as he observed Asher's carefree interactions with his colleagues. He hated the sight of anyone being that close to him, but he knew he had to maintain his composure. One misstep could ruin the delicate web he had spun around Asher.
As Asher's colleagues disappeared into the bar, Kaidën followed, his movements fluid and calculated. He stalked around the perimeter, watching Asher with an unnerving intensity. The young officer's laughter was music to Kaidën's ears, a melody that sent shivers down his spine.
A man dared to approach Asher, and Kaidën's eyes narrowed. He rose from his stool, his voice low and commanding as he instructed the bartender to summon the bouncer. "Get Khaled over there." The bartender nodded, and Kaidën relaxed, waiting for the bouncer to escort the interloper away.
As the man was led out, Asher frowned, moving to the bar to grab another drink. Kaidën's eyes never left him, his gaze burning with an inner fire that threatened to consume him whole.
After watching Asher for another few minutes, Kaidën emerged from the bar, stepping into the dark alley like a ghost. The bouncer stood waiting, the man who had dared to dance with Asher cowering beside him. As Kaidën approached, the bouncer vanished into the night to return to his duty, leaving the man to face Kaidën's wrath alone.
The man trembled, his eyes wide with terror, as Kaidën's hand closed around his throat like a vice. Kaidën's grip tightened, lifting the man off the ground, his feet dangling in mid-air. The man's face turned a deep shade of crimson, his eyes bulging as he struggled to breathe.
Kaidën's voice was a low, menacing growl, sending shivers down the man's spine. "I'm in a... cheerful mood tonight, so I'll let you off with a warning." The man's eyes rolled back, his body shaking like a leaf. "Stay away from that officer. Don't even think about crossing paths with him again. And since my... appetite is still sated, I'll let you leave my bar unscathed."
With a sudden release, the man crashed to the ground, coughing and sobbing uncontrollably. Kaidën's eyes gleamed with a malevolent intensity as he smoothed his clothes and hair, his movements eerily calm. "Now, run!" he spat, and the man scrambled to his feet, fleeing into the night like a terrified animal.
As Kaidën re-entered the bar, Asher's gaze locked onto him, their eyes meeting in a spark of electricity. Kaidën's smirk grew, his eyes never leaving Asher's face as he stalked over to the bar, his movements fluid and predatory.
*****
They collided at the bar, their bodies brushing together as they reached for their drinks. The spark between them was undeniable, and Asher had felt himself getting lost in Kaidën's eyes.
"Mind if I join you?" Kaidën had asked, his voice low and husky.
Asher had shaken his head, his heart racing. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking but Asher had leaned into the man's face when he replied. "Not at all."
Kaidën loved that, and he laughed softly before they soon fell into a comforting chatter. They had talked for what seemed like hours, laughing and joking together like they'd known each other for years. Maybe for Asher, it was the first time, but for Kaidën, he has known the man for years. Asher had felt a connection with Kaidën that he couldn't explain, a sense of belonging that he'd never experienced before.
As the night wore on, they found themselves getting closer and closer, their bodies touching, their faces inches apart. And then, without warning, Kaidën leaned in and kissed him. Asher had felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. But he'd kissed back, his lips crashing against Kaidën's in a fierce, passionate kiss. They had stumbled out of the bar, laughing and staggering together. Asher had barely remembered the ride to Kaidën's place, but he'd remembered every detail of what had happened next.
They had stumbled into the apartment as if they chased life and had torn each other's clothes off, their bodies entwined in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. Asher had felt like he was drowning, he was losing himself in Kaidën's eyes. The sex had been intense, and passionate. Asher had felt like he'd never been alive before like every nerve ending in his body was on fire. When Kaidën's hands grasped Asher's waist, pulling him close as their lips crashed together. The room around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire and the rush of skin against skin.
Asher's fingers in turn had tangled in Kaidën's hair, deepening the kiss as their bodies swayed together. The air was thick with tension and heavy with the scent of arousal. Clothes scattered across the floor, shed in a frantic bid to get closer. Asher's heart pounded in his chest, his pulse racing like a wild animal. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to vibrate with anticipation. Kaidën's eyes locked onto his, burning with an inner fire that drew Asher in. He felt himself drowning in those eyes, losing himself in the depths of Kaidën's gaze.
When Asher got on top of Kaidën, the man had smiled warmly at him, and very sweetly muttered, "Go ahead,"
It was like a command he didn't know he needed, and Asher fell smoothly between the man's parted thighs, their gaze locked even as he pushed his cock into the tightness of Kaidën's body, he heard the man hiss, saw the way he clamps his eyes tightly, and Kaidën's body clenching down on his cock so painfully Asher thought he would snap his dick in two.
"You're going to break my dick if you keep squeezing down like that." Asher had muttered to the man, breathless as he fought to keep his cool.
Kaidën groaned and grabbed onto Asher's shoulders, his nails digging into his back, drawing blood. "You're fucking huge... Fuck-! He panted, his body thrumming with both pain and pleasure. "You're the one about to break me in half with that monster you're shoving inside of me... Ahhh!" Kaidën cried when Asher pushed all the way in. "You idiot!" He cried, and Asher spotted a stray tear escaping the man's face, he leaned forward and pressed their lips together.
The kiss was a welcome distraction from the pain and Asher gave Kaidën time to adjust to his length and he wouldn't move until Kaidën muttered. "You can move now."
And he did.
Their bodies moved together, a symphony of flesh and bone. Asher's senses were overwhelmed, his mind reeling with the sheer intensity of the experience. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness in their kisses, and the scent of arousal filling the room was a force that drove them to madness, and they rode the pleasure with all that they've got.
Time lost all meaning as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. Asher felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in his life.
And so fucking sober.
*****
As Asher recalled the details of his encounter with Kaidën, his face ignited with a fiery blush, and his heart began to race once again. The unfamiliar sensations swirling within him left him bewildered and unsure of how to process them. And fuck, no wonder he didn't feel any pain, it wasn't him who had taken it up the ass.
"Shit!" he groaned, rubbing his eyes as if to erase the memories. "How the fuck was he so calm?" he whispered, his thoughts spilling out into the air. "And to think he even went into the kitchen to make me breakfast." The cab's sudden halt jolted Asher back to reality.
He paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk, a wave of fear washing over him. Taking a deep breath, Asher steeled himself and turned toward the police station, determined to leave the events of the previous night behind him. He was convinced he'd never cross paths with that enigmatic man again.
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Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Kaidën walked over to the bedside drawer and pulled it open, revealing the wallet he had hidden away. As he sat down on the bed, a sharp pain shot up his nerves, and he groaned. "Fucking monster cock," he grumbled, opening the wallet and pulling out the picture inside.
He flicked the picture between his fingers, his eyes fixed on the image, before pushing it back into the wallet. His phone began to ring, and he leaned forward to grab it. "Yeah?" he called, his eyes still glued to the wallet.
"I dropped him, sir," a voice said from the other end of the line. Kaidën's response was curt.
"Good, thank you, Jord." He ended the call, tossing his phone back onto the bed.
With a sly smile spreading across his face, Kaidën fell back onto the bed, the wallet still clutched in his hand. "I'll be seeing you very soon, my Heart," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity.