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If Sonny’s being honest? It’s really starting to bug him. The way that Alban will be cute and affectionate with him one moment and then turn around and flirt with another guy the next. It toys with his heart and he doesn’t know how much more he can take of it before he snaps. Is it on purpose? A game of teasing him into desperation and jealously until he takes action? If so, then he’s well on his way to achieving it. Turning away from yet another conversation Alban is having with another man turning sexual, he leaves the room. He’s tried so hard to have Alban look at him and him only, but it just doesn’t work. His heart just can’t take this anymore. He’s going to have to take action, and the action he does take, well, he is known for being a menace to cats after all.
He bides his time, makes a plan, watches everything Alban does carefully. It makes him hurt more, but it also helps him to figure out exactly what makes him tick. If he wants Alban to truly only see him it will have to be drastic and calculated. Alban is a natural flirt with an extensive amount of sexual experience and Sonny has never actually gotten another person’s pants off before. He almost did once, but there was a VSF call-out right as they were about to get properly down to business. Not that any of that matters though, psychological manipulation is a lot more effective than being so good in bed that you manage to tame an animal that seems to be constantly in heat.
And then, when the time is right, he finally strikes.
"I’ve been noticing something about you lately Alban." Sonny steps into the room with the full intention of cornering his so called 'brother'. "Something that’s been getting on my nerves."
“Huh? Sonny? Is this some kind of play?” Tilting his head at him, Alban clearly doesn’t know what he’s on about. “Oh no Mr Commanding Officer, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to take it, I just uh, forgot it was in my hand, yeah! Don’t tell me you’re going to have to punish me. Cuff me and put me in a cell, I’d hate that so much.”
"I’m being serious here.” He exhales heavily. This is why he’s having to take these steps, Alban is so quick to flirt but never commits.
“O-oh? Uh okay.” The change in Alban’s mood to concern is instant. “Let’s talk about it then. I mean, you mean a lot to me Sonny so if something’s bothering you I’d rather hear what it is.”
“I think we’re a bit past just talking.” Why does he have to be so earnest about things like that and then completely miss the point at other times. “You know I see how you act with other people right?"
“Fri…endly? At least, I don’t think I’ve been making enemies?” Sonny’s strides grow faster. Alban is obviously deflecting, he has to know what he’s been doing.
"That's not what I mean and you know it." Panic starts to show on Alban's face as Sonny continues approaching him. "You know it really fucking pisses me off seeing you trying to jump everything that moves."
Finally close enough to reach out and grab Alban, he finds himself in a struggle, Alban attempting to pull away.
"Can we maybe talk about this, l-like normal responsible adults? I didn’t realise that would annoy you at all? It’s all just in the s-spirit of fun." From the way Alban responds he's definitely starting to get genuinely scared and his eyes show a hint of guilt. "T-the yandere roleplay thing is kinda hot but uuuh give a guy a little warning will you?"
With the nervous laugh that Alban follows with, Sonny shoves him down to his knees. He was right in that he’d have to show Alban what he means. They’re way beyond being able to just have a conversation. It might seem out of the blue to Alban for Sonny to be acting like this, but if he’d truly cared about his feelings then he would have noticed long ago that he was hurting him. That was the time for them to have a discussion and for Alban to let him know if he doesn’t really mean the things he says to him, not now. It’s too late for that. Right now he’s taking the first step in moulding Alban into someone who’ll think twice before even giving a compliment to another person lest they take it as flirting.
"I don't think I'd call this roleplay, I'm genuinely annoyed right now." Pulling Alban's face against his clothed crotch, he grinds his dick against it. "And you’re going to make it up to me. If you can act like that with so many guys, then this shouldn’t be anything new for you right? Just another dick you’ve sucked on the long, long list."
When he pulls Alban's face back he can already start to see tears forming in his eyes. It's exactly what he wants. To add insult to injury he grabs his jaw, tilting his head back and forcing his mouth open. The first tear slides down Alban's cheek as he takes a moment to gather saliva before letting it splatter across Alban's lips. Alban can definitely tell that he's not joking around now and almost seems frozen in fear, his only movements being his chest rising and falling before he starts to sob fully.
"P-please don't do this." His breath shudders as he attempts to get something of a hold on himself. “I really mean it, let’s talk about it. I can kind of see where you’re coming from b-but, but there’s a lot here that I’m missing.”
"Maybe if you’d been a little more perceptive I wouldn’t have to." The sounds of Alban's crying are going straight to his cock. "Go on, you know what you're down there for, you’re used goods at this point right? I’d be more surprised if you didn’t know.”
Alban's hands shake as he resigns himself to his fate, fingers fumbling in getting Sonny's pants open.
"Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if some sick part of you gets off on this. You might be crying but your dick's getting hard at the thought of me fucking your face isn’t it?"
Alban shakes his head in response, but Sonny isn't convinced, not with how Alban acts down there once he's got his dick in his hand. His nervous tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyes darting up to look at Sonny before he leans forward to take him in his mouth. He's not swift enough about it though, Sonny's hand moving to his heard to pull him onto it as his hips snap forward to force his entire length down Alban's throat. The gagging sounds don't remotely deter him as he starts to forcefully use his mouth. All Alban can do is kneel there and take it as he doesn't relent. The tight warmth of his mouth feels so good that he wouldn't want to relent even if this wasn't punishment for the sobbing mess in front of him. Alban's own spit joins Sonny's on his face as he drools around his length and his tears are coming with more frequency the longer Sonny goes on. He looks pathetic and all it does is turn Sonny on more.
Moving a foot against Alban's crotch he presses down, letting out a laugh as he feels that Alban's getting hard despite the abuse.
"You are getting off on this, you freak." Taking off his foot before Alban can try to use it for pleasure, he puts all focus on his own, fucking Alban's face even more brutally. Alban’s throat will definitely be sore after this, a lingering reminder of the punishment that he gave him.
Sonny fully expects Alban to try and avoid him altogether after this. He’ll get around that though; he’ll do things like have others invite him out somewhere and show up, taking sick pleasure in the way Alban struggles to act cheerful and not let on that something’s wrong.
This won't be the last time he does this, it's only the beginning. Alban will have to learn fast to put on a smile on his face after being raped by him, eventually he'll start to actually enjoy it and will eagerly submit for him. The day that happens is the day that Sonny knows he's truly won. His own ‘little brother’ will bend to his whims, and he won't be at risk of losing him to anyone else.
Starting to feel himself getting close, he waits until the last second before pulling out. As he does Alban immediately begins to cough, thick spit flying from his lips with each one. Sonny still holds him in place by his hair, moving his other hand to jerk himself off rapidly. He'll paint Alban's face and mark him as his own.
"This look suits you a lot." His words are strained as he gets through the final few strokes that he needs. "But I think I’ll like what’s to come more."
A low moan leaves his lips as the first shot of cum decorates Alban's face, dripping from his bangs and getting caught in his eyelashes. With one eye closed to keep it from ending up in his eye itself, he takes the following shots too, lips remaining firmly closed as he does. Sonny doubts it would be the first time that he's swallowed cum, it's clearly an act of defiance.
When he's completely drained, he steps back and admires his handy work. Alban is a wreck.
"Just in case you're thinking of running off and telling anyone about this." he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, snapping a couple of photos. "Those get released, and don’t try give me any shit about revenge porn being illegal. I’m a member of the force in this timeline too, I know a thing or two about making sure I don’t face any consequences.”
Locking his phone and tucking himself back into his pants, he goes to turn away and leave Alban in his misery before stopping.
"Ah, I forgot something." Reaching out to Alban's face he pushes his cum between his lips, forcing him to taste his seed. "There you go."
He can still hear Alban sobbing and coughing as he leaves the room.
Alban will learn to love him back just as much as he loves him.