SWEPT BACK [NSFW]

His decision was obvious, for a multitude of reasons. 

The Russians needed him alive. No matter how much he pissed Cifer off, he wouldn't kill him. Further, Mattias was a soldier; if anyone expected him to swallow humiliation whilst lying down, they had another thing coming. He's also an alpha—an extremely hormonal one—and his pride couldn't take this twice in less than twenty-four hours. 

But there was another key factor that mitigated his concerns and provided him with an additional edge—Matt was learning. About this new version of Cifer.

And he fully planned on using that to his advantage. Slippery fingers felt along the cold tile, inching closer to the handle, yet not obviously so. Part of him wondered something as he felt the prick get into his personal bubble; if Cifer was an alpha who solved all his problems by being sexually dominant, could Matt lure him into a false sense of security? Make him think he'd won?

The sound of the water being interrupted by another body signaled his opening, but not the correct timing. 

"... What do you want from me this time?" he asked. 

Cifer said nothing; a hand found its way to the small of Matt's back instead, causing him to arch instinctively away. 

"See? You don't like it when an alpha touches you around here, either."

Teeth clashed painfully with the impromptu snap. Matt's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the tiles; his patience was wearing dangerously thin already, and it'd been all of ten seconds. Fingers that were hotter than the spray from above tickled up his spine, and Matt couldn't stop the shuddering twitch that accompanied the seductive slide. 

"Fuck, Princess. You're so easy to mess with~."

"Seriously, Cifer. What do you want?"

A solid, wet body pressed against his—the fact that Cifer was naked alongside him, for the first time since they were kids, only just registered late in his brain. However, the slick, feverishly rigid sensation of Cifer's manhood pressing against the spot his digits had just traced moments prior made his breath retreat in his throat.

What the fuck? Why was Cifer hard again? Shit, how many times could this bastard blow a full knot in a single day? Matt's fingers trailed a little closer to the handle, all whilst he allowed the man to distracted himself by rolling his hips in a circular motion against Matt's back. 

Mattias' lip curled up with a mixture of hormonal frustration and the need to punch Cifer in the throat, but he otherwise kept his mouth shut. Unjustly so, a massive hand curled itself around his throat and forced his head back. The ugly glare he was drilling into the tiles met with Cifer's cocky, better-than-you smirk on his absurdly pretty face.

"... Thought you were an alpha? How come you're taking this like a bitch?"

Matt's expression shifted as he pressed his body back against Cifer's without warning. He could feel Cifer's knot swelling to complete attention as Matt's ass pressed against the lower regions of his shaft. The larger alpha's eyes lidded and rolled back into his head—that twist of his lips and lewd bob of his throat painted the sinful look of a silent pleasure-cry. The look on the larger blond's face made Matt realize most of the heat rolling through his own veins wasn't coming from the running water anymore.

Holy shit, was Cifer enchanting to look at while he was like this.

That sick, unnatural part he buried inside wanted to keep going, but the alpha in him couldn't stand how easily they'd gotten to this point. His hand flew to the handle of the shower and he wrenched it so hard to the right—without shutting it off—that the showerhead screamed at the change in temperature and water pressure. 

It wasn't the only one to yell. Matt shut his eyes and held his breath just in time; Cifer's shocked, garbled cry hit in tandem to and an explosion of steam that turned the room into a veritable sauna. Traitorous legs leapt back and out of the spray, freeing up the space directly behind the smaller alpha.

He darted to the left, away from the mirror wall, then tried desperately not to slip or stumble into Cifer as he went to the area he thought he'd seen the other man's pants end up. It seemed the blond was still too stunned to stop him properly, but he sensed a wild swipe from somewhere to his 11 o'clock. 

Unable to hold his breath any longer, Matt hissed out a quiet huff of air. The steam stung his lungs and unsteadied his gait, but it wasn't enough to choke him out. Not completely.

As soon as his foot collided with something that felt like fabric, Matt opened his eyes enough to squint through the steam and bent to pick it up as he went. Material bunched up under one hand and, out of desperation, he felt around for any solid objects—

Jackpot!

There were multiple things in the pockets, which meant these pants weren't his. Darting for the doorway, he slipped on the wet tiles only briefly. However, he got lucky when he slammed against the opposite wall—the steam was also thinner over here, so it was easier to force in a greedy breath as he felt around for the door. 

Once he found it, Matt was through it and slamming it shut behind him just a fraction of a second faster than Cifer could reach him. As soon as he was in considerably cleaner air, Mattias heaved and checked the handle. Hands discovered the lock right when Cifer slammed into the door from the other side. Everything in the room shook ferociously at the impact—Mattias had to use his own body as a wedge to lodge it shut. 

Every muscle in his body shrieked and bulged with the sheer effort it took to keep Cifer inside the bathroom, but he eventually turned the lock and stumbled away from the door. Didn't stop his enemy in the slightest; Matt could hear that old, metal shanty door groaning under the savagery of Cifer's attempt to brute force it open. 

He'd just stuck a hand into the heaviest pocket when the smell of burning steel and the sound of scraping metal alerted him to the very tiny window he had to move. Damp contents slipped uselessly under his fingers; a phone, some small, plastic item, and—a card!

The metallic twang of the lock system melting and snapping under Cifer's monstrosity hit just as he took off running for the exit. Milliseconds before he got there, the lock and the door exploded open in a display of power so inhuman, Matt's breath actually stuttered with a tiny choke of fear. 

He was halfway to freedom when it happened; Cifer reminded him that he wasn't a supe, whilst Zakhar Bogdanov very much was. 

The man crossed the entire room with his long legs in a couple of strides. Matt considered rolling out of the way, but it was far too late for that—two logs that passed off as arms wrapped themselves around his waist and hoisted him into the air as though he were nothing more than a child. 

With a shout of territorial rage, Mattias brought his head back against what he assumed was Cifer's jaw, but the freak of nature took it on the chin with an animalistic growl. 

"Let me fucking go!" 

"Shut up!" 

Matt did the opposite as he thrashed and fought against the other man every step of the way. Very little in the way of progress happened; his hulking frame just ended up getting dragged back deeper into the room.

The card tumbled from his hands as the pair of them struggled and wrenched about, "why the hell are you on their side? Get a grip, Cifer!"

"My name is—"

"It's not too late to do the right thing," Matt's brows met as he brought his hands up and curled them around Cifer's neck, "if you walk away from this now, I won't kill you, and I won't tell the army you're still alive!"

Matt wasn't able to maintain his grip around that solid, muscled neck of Cifer's for long; the man had brought him all the way back to the bathroom, but before they entered, that brute collided the smaller alpha's face against the wall. 

Vision bursting into stars, his hands loosened their grip to press against the offending object and try to push himself away. 

"Fair's fair," Cifer yanked him away from the wall while he was too stunned to react; "settle the fuck down." 

Makes sense, he almost mumbled. He had essentially taken the first shot at Cifer. The boy inside him that had once waited on Cifer's every word found the tit-for-tat more than justified in this situation. 

But he wasn't a boy anymore, and they weren't at the orphanage by the beach. Steam burned the back of his throat as a hazy image of the bathroom partially made it past all the stars.

"Last chance not to be a massive cock," Matt said. 

"If you didn't want massive cock, you shouldn't have pulled that stunt."

Mattias choked on the hot air as his body hit the floor like some kind of doll a toddler was angrily chucking aside. Tiles bit into his hands and knees; and yet, he burst into crazed laughter. Close. He'd been so horrifically close! He could have locked Cifer inside the room by using the card on the door. 

"... You done yet?" the blond asked. 

"Never."

Scalding fingers gripped his face with bruising force as Matt strained to his knees. Cifer lifted Matt's cheeks up—the wild, enamored look in the man's eyes was secondary only to the rigid, weeping cock inches from his face. Unintentionally performing a sharp intake of breath, it accomplished very little aside from bombarding the dark-haired man with the debauched scent of hot caramel overpowering chocolate and marshmallows.

"... You get off on this shit, don't you, Princess?" Cifer's chest was rising and falling rapidly. The man cracked his neck from side to side, sneering down his nose at him.

But Mattias was distracted right now. Feeling that rod with his hands and seeing it in its full, erect glory were two very different things.

"... What?" 

"Fighting me. After what happened on the train, you knew damn well how I'd react. And you did it anyway."

It was stupidly thick and long; despite Cifer being so hard that the tip of his cock was leaking ropes of pre-cum, it didn't stand upright. Gravity was weighing that monster of a thing down.

"I—considered it, yeah."

"And?"

Matt's throat visibly constricted as he swallowed tightly. "Worth the risk."

The sound that left Cifer was more bark than laugh—a new hand found its way to Matt's hair, tugging him even closer to his masculinely veined, cut member with a slight upward curve he hadn't noticed until his lips were nearly touching the start of his glans. 

"God, you really should see the look on your face right now, Princess."

"You'll get sick."

Matt was a skipping broken record. 

"Don't talk about shit you don't understand." 

Just then, the clamps holding Matt in place pulled away entirely. With a chance to turn his head and breathe, Matt accidentally shifted his gaze toward their still mist-strewn mirror. Through the patches of steamy condensation, he saw his own swollen lips, hazed eyes and reddened chest. It was difficult to see, but if Matt had to say what he looked like, it would be a man on the verge of a rut. 

… Or a heat. Just because of the way the drunken lid to his eyes utterly misrepresented his appearance. 

"C'mon, then. Take what you wanted."

He almost said something dumb again, but lugged it down just as he tore his eyes away from the image in the mirror. 

"Take what, asshole?"

A reply came with the silent slide of Cifer's wet hand down the majesty that was his stupidly impressive knot, making it difficult to see anything but that in the first place. Cifer had inched closer, so now all Mattias could discern was wet, rippling, flexed muscles and a twitching, swollen cock. 

"Open your mouth." 

It was then, in that slice of steamy, taboo darkness that Mattias realized he was so painfully, insanely aroused he thought he might go delirious from all the blood rushing away from his head at once.