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“Get the fuck off me!” Alec snarled, struggling wildly.
The cops tossed him unceremoniously into the holding cell, empty except for one other occupant. A monster of a man.
“Ordinarily we wouldn’t put you in with the wolves, but you were a pain in the fucking ass, so have fun, jailbait.”
“Hey! Hey, uncuff me!” Alec grabbed the bars, shouting as they walked away. “ - fucking uncuff me, you can’t leave me - “
“Shut the fuck up! Should'a thought about that before you BIT US, YOU TWAT!”
They slammed the door, snickering.
At least his hands were cuffed in front of him, not behind. But even so…not ideal for fighting.
He turned slowly to face his cell-mate.
The man was lying on his back, occupying the only bench in the cell. Knees propped up, arms folded under his head, using his clasped hands as a pillow, like he didn’t have a care in the world.
He probably didn’t. The guy was massive.
His shoulders were shaking with laughter. “You fucking bit the cops?”
“Yea and I’ll fucking bite you too, so stay the fuck away from me!”
He didn’t look impressed. “Baby boy, if I wanted your ass, I’d be having it right now. Settle down.”
Alec backed into the farthest corner, eyes fixed on the beast.
The man closed his eyes.
It took about twenty minutes for Alec’s heart to stop pounding. Maybe the guy wasn’t lying. Maybe he’d leave Alec alone.
Then again…why did the cops say they were throwing him to the wolves? That had to mean this guy…right?
“Why’d those assholes say they were throwing me to the wolves?” he blurted.
Instantly kicking himself for opening his mouth. His best bet was hoping the guy forgot he existed - just like everyone else in his pathetic life - but no, Alec just had to try and get his attention.
The man opened his eyes, turning his head to stare at Alec.
“Because I’m the wolves, baby boy. They never house anyone with me. You must’ve really pissed them off.”
Alec swallowed hard, hiding his fear behind a mask of anger. “Oh yea? You in here often, are you?”
“Yep.”
“Why?”
The man laughed shortly. “Because I like tearing people apart.”
“Shouldn’t you be in prison? Why are you in an overnight cell?”
“It’s not overnight anymore, I only have six more hours to go.”
Oh god. Alec had to survive six hours with this monster.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I don’t have to, so shut the fuck up.”
Alec shut his mouth.
The guy started laughing. “Now why doesn’t that approach work with the cops?”
Alec snorted. “Man, who gives a fuck what they say? It’s never anything good, so why bother.”
“Yea, I hear you. Can’t complain, myself, though. They treat me pretty good.”
“Probably because you’re the size of a house and they’re scared you’ll fucking step on them or something.”
“Yea,” he grinned. “That’s probably it.”
Alec stared hard, trying not to show his fear, but his pulse was racing. If that guy decided to make him a toy, Alec would have no choice except to play.
He jumped when the door banged open and a pack of cops came in, dragging two rough-looking guys hell bent on resisting. The pair got shoved in with Alec and the beast, sporting a few extra bruises for their trouble.
“Sorry, Carver. We’re rearranging some space, give us a minute.”
The beast didn’t even blink. “Yea, sure, no problem.”
One of the cops smacked the bars with his baton, scaring the shit out of Alec. But he wasn’t looking at Alec, he was looking at the new guys.
“Don’t touch the big one, he doesn’t like it. Twink’s up for grabs though.”
“Hey what the FUCK - “ Alec snapped, but the cops were already on the way out, banging the door behind them.
Laughing.
The two assholes stared at Alec, hungry foxes with a baby rabbit.
Alec was busy trying to plan out his best strategy for self-defense, mouth dry, eyes mean, bracing himself for a beating - probably worse.
They started for him in unison - Alec knew it wouldn’t just be a beating, he could tell by their eyes - but the beast cracked his neck.
“Fuck off. Twink’s mine.”
It took the pair about half a second to change their minds. They retreated silently to a different corner and left Alec alone.
Alec stared in shock, settling suspiciously in his corner, eyeing the beast who’d granted protection. He was actually…fuck…really hot…
Alec would take him over that pair any day.
It wasn’t long before a couple of cops barged back in, banging the door like it was their favorite part of the job. Scaring Alec all over again.
“Oh hey, whaddya know, twink’s still in one piece! Carver, did you take a fancy??”
The beast - Carver - just laughed.
The pair of dickheads was rounded up and corralled out.
Alec barely waited for the door to bang shut. “What the fuck? Why’d you do that?”
“Because I felt like it. Shut the fuck up.”
“No! Answer me! No one ever does anything nice without wanting something. So what is it? Huh? What do you want? Blow job? Ass? Tell me now, so I’m not over here fucking waiting on pins and goddamn needles - “
Carver sat up, shifting his feet to the floor, elbows on his knees.
God, he looked like a fucking dom.
If only Alec had doms that fucking hot. He wouldn’t mind getting torn up by a man like that, but no, it was always…disgusting pricks.
Carver’s eyes grew suddenly fiery, turning Alec’s knees weak.
“Why? You wanna fuck, baby boy?”
“ - n-no - “
Carver laughed. “Yea right. You’re fucking squirming over there.”
“No I’m not!”
“Yea. You are.”
Alec was, he knew he was - denial was just a pointless attempt to ignore his own patheticness. A stranger did one nice thing and he was drooling for their dick.
God, he was such a loser.
“Leave me alone,” he mumbled, looking away.
“You’re the one who wanted an explanation.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Getting shy on me? Awww, aren’t you precious.”
“Shut the FUCK UP!” Alec shouted, scrambling to his feet, eyes flashing.
“Baby boy doesn’t like being called precious?”
Alec knew he was being made fun of, and hated it. And for whatever reason, coming from this man, it hurt unexpectedly worse.
“I said shut the fuck up,” he whispered.
“Are you gonna cry? ”
“NO.”
He was. He could feel the tears rising in an unstoppable flood, seeping up from his traitorous body, getting ready to humiliate him beyond his control in a very conspicuous, very permanent way.
You couldn’t take back tears.
And no one ever forgot that you’d cried.
They streamed down his hot cheeks in a deluge of shame.
He was appallingly embarrassed, and torn. If he covered his face, he wouldn’t see Carver coming. But if he didn’t, Carver would see him cry.
Alec buried his face in his hands, sobbing quietly.
He knew the cops were probably watching the live feed, probably laughing their asses off at what a fucking idiot he was, a delicate adult man bawling like a baby - in a holding cell with the manliest motherfucker he’d ever seen.
Life was such a bitch.
And Alec was right - he didn’t see Carver coming.
He felt the heat wash over him, a clean scent of soap and laundry detergent and man’s skin when Carver came to a stop. Towering over Alec, making him look like a little doll.
“Hey,” Carver said softly.
“GO AWAY!”
Alec felt a massive hand on his shoulder and flinched, knowing what was coming, hating his own weakness, his helplessness.
He started shivering.
Carver tugged him closer.
Alec cried harder, trembling like a leaf. Just waiting for the godawful moment when Carver ripped his clothes down and fucked his ass bloody, making Alec take it like a bitch while he cried. Carver would probably laugh at him.
Not like it’d be the first time.
Instead, Carver shocked the hell out of him by…folding him into a hug.
Alec tensed instantly, sniffling quietly, scared to death. But Carver just held him, petting his hair, rubbing his back. Comforting him? It didn’t feel threatening, but…but it had to be, right? Wasn’t it always?
“It’s okay, baby boy,” Carver said gently. “Just let it out.”
“What the fuck,” Alec whispered.
But it felt so fucking good. So, so, so fucking good, to be tucked securely in the arms of a strong, dominant man who was being kind. Had Alec ever felt that? If he had, he couldn’t remember. It was the sort of thing he longed for - sometimes even dreamed about - then berated himself for being so stupid when he awakened to the agony of real life.
But this...
A gentle beast of a dom?
They were like fucking unicorns, weren’t they?
But here he was, in the arms of an absolute monster - holding him, treating him gently, keeping him safe.
Keeping him safe.
Safety was a drug, something Alec could easily get fucked up on. He’d never had that, either.
He wanted it now.
He wanted to grab onto it, cling to safety. And he wanted - for once in his fucking life - to relax without looking over his shoulder, without having to square off, to defend himself, to risk pain just to be able to take another breath, let alone try and have a hot meal or a couple of hours of anxious sleep.
Alec buried his face in Carver’s chest and bawled. Giving up, giving in, letting the will to fight dissolve, leaving him totally vulnerable.
He’d regret it later.
But right now he was high on safety, and Carver felt like safety.
“You’re alright,” Carver murmured, rubbing his back. Caressing his hair with a firmness that felt sure and strong and unafraid. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”
Carver let Alec soak the front of his shirt, not minding the puddle drenching his chest and belly, or the fact that the fabric - and Alec - both clung to him.
“Come here, baby boy, come have a sit down…you’re dead on your feet, come on.”
Alec submitted without protest - too tired, too confused, too desperate to argue - and allowed himself to be led to the bench. Carver sat down cross-legged and patted his lap.
“Come on, settle in.”
Alec crawled gratefully into his lap, curling up like a cat in his brawny arms, safe and sound. He felt like he could fall asleep without having to keep one eye open. Like, actually sleep.
“Why are you being so nice?” Alec asked softly, when the tears finally dried up.
Carver ruffled his hair. “I like stray dogs. They need the most care, and suck the worst at asking for it.”
Alec laughed. It felt good.
“Probably because any time they did try to ask, they got hurt.”
“Yea. You’re probably right.”
“I know I’m right,” Alec mumbled.
“Well not at the moment, okay? You can be my stray puppy till I’m gone in six hours and then you gotta toughen up again and face whatever they throw in here.”
“Yea, I know. I’ve got twelve, so…only six hours after my…what are you, my patron saint?”
Carver laughed, sexy as hell, and for one horrifying moment, Alec was afraid he’d get hard sitting in his lap.
“I’m no saint, baby boy.”
Oh god, that was even hotter. Alec tried not to fidget.
“Handler, then,” he muttered. “Six more after my handler leaves…”
“You’ll be alright.”
“Sure, I’m always alright.”
“Bullshit. But you will be.”
“How do you know that?”
“Just a feeling.”
“Well this? Feels really nice.”
“Good.”
Alec snuggled in deeper, cheek against Carver’s chest. Just like a stray puppy.
“I thought you were the wolves.”
“Yea, I can be. I usually am. Not at the moment.”
“Pussy,” Alec teased.
Carver smiled. “You’re not wrong, baby boy.”
“...what?”
Carver shifted his hips. “Do you feel a dick?”
Alec was stunned. He wiggled his ass slightly to be sure, and…he…didn’t. He jerked his wide-eyed gaze to Carver’s smiling face.
“You’re trans??”
“Ayup.”
“HOLY SHIT, you are like THE HOTTEST MAN I have ever seen, that is AMAZING, I, wow, I can’t believe it, I…I love that???”
Carver couldn’t stop laughing. “Um, thanks baby.”
“Oh my god, is that okay?? I hope that’s okay. I didn’t…say anything wrong…”
“Nah, you’re good.”
“Oh my god,” he whispered, snuggling closer.
“I have lots of cocks,” Carver added, almost as an afterthought. “They’re just at home.”
Alec laughed so hard he started crying again, only this time, the tears felt good. Cleansing. Freeing. Hopeful.
When he looked up, wiping his eyes, Carver was grinning down at him.
Alec sighed. “Now’s where you tell me you're straight.”
“Fuck no, I’m gay as hell.”
Alec went limp in his arms. “My heart, I can’t fucking breathe, are you serious… ”
“So serious.”
“Your boyfriend is one lucky ass motherfucker,” he murmured.
“If I ever get one, I’ll tell him you said so.”
Alec eyed him suspiciously. “No way you’re single.”
“Way.”
“What?? HOW?”
Carver shrugged. “I’m picky. I like being alone so I need someone worth giving that up for. Haven’t met anyone yet.”
“God. I’d cut my fucking arm off to have a shot, but I’m not gonna bother. I know I’m not worth it.”
Carver frowned. “What makes you say that?”
“I’m a piece of garbage. I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh…okay.”
“Just like that?” Alec demanded. “Okay? Not gonna argue or fight about it?”
Carver looked confused. “You just said you didn’t want to talk about it…”
“Yea but most guys, like, make me.”
Carver’s eyes flashed. “I’m not most guys,” he growled.
Alec started squirming. Oh god. Oh god, he really was gonna get hard. Carver’s growl was so fucking hot.
“Clearly not,” he muttered. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Carver laughed richly. “Far from perfect, I assure you. I fucking hate mornings, I’m a hard waker and I’m really fucking grumpy. I need at least a pot of coffee to wake up, and even then, talking to me is risky. I’m obsessive about cleanliness - for which I am not sorry - but it can be hard to live with. I spend a lot of time in the gym. I’m picky about what I eat. I don’t always like being around people, so sometimes I don’t go out much…which is fine, I like being home. But it’s boring for people who like to go out. And I’m stubborn as hell.”
“So when can we move in together?”
Carver burst out laughing. “As much as I can't believe I’m saying this, I’d let you stay over.”
“Yea, for one night.”
“Yep. One night. Just long enough for you to realize nah, it won’t work at all, and be on your merry way.”
Alec snorted. “Yea, okay. Fuck you.”
“For one night.”
Alec laughed, then his eyes turned sultry, imagining what it would be like to be with Carver.
He shifted onto his knees, straddling Carver’s lap.
“Actually,” he purred, “why don’t you fuck me now.”
Carver’s eyes gleamed. “Careful what you wish for, baby boy.”
“I don’t want to be careful, I want you to fuck me.”
The moment he felt Carver’s hand gripping the back of his neck, heavy and dominant, Alec lost his mind.
He threw himself at Carver, tangling his fingers in Carver’s hair, kissing him hotly. He panted while he rutted - unable to stop himself - scooping his hips against Carver’s muscled stomach. Gasping for air, not wanting to breathe. He wanted to be treated roughly and fucked by a kind, dominant man.
But most of all, he wanted to be loved.
Carver stood up, still kissing him, supporting Alec’s weight on his forearms - god he was fucking strong - and smashed Alec’s back against the iron bars.
Alec moaned, writhing against Carver’s belly, hard as hell, dripping precum. Insane for his kisses, the feel of his hand crushing Alec’s neck, warm and demanding. Alec surrendered, letting Carver push his tongue between his teeth, owning his mouth, his lips. Saliva stretched filthy and sweet between their tongues.
“ - got me fucking wet, baby boy - “ Carver growled.
“ - oh my god, that’s…that’s so fucking hot - “
Carver’s laugh was feral. “ - gonna ride you hard, baby…better hold tight - “
Alec clung to Carver’s thick neck, offering his hips, whining when he felt Carver’s fingers on his jeans. He felt the button pop free, heard the zipper scritching open. He wiggled his ass, helping Carver get his jeans down, kicking them off impatiently so he could wrap his legs around Carver’s waist.
Alec groaned excitedly when Carver ripped his own trousers and briefs down in one violent tear - god he was hot - and mashed Alec back against the iron.
The bars dug into his skin, cold and hard, contrasting with Carver’s warmth. It fucked with Alec’s brain.
He gasped when Carver touched him, stroking Alec’s dick lightly. All the blood rushed eagerly to the surface, his cock hurt from straining so hard. Alec felt dizzy.
“ - oh my god, Carver - “
Carver shoved his fingers in Alec’s mouth, eyes glittering with lust.
“ - spit - “ he growled.
Alec slobbered all over Carver’s hand, letting him stick his fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, thumbing his cheeks. He didn’t fight, didn’t resist. He let Carver do whatever he wanted with Alec’s mouth, staring submissively back at him, getting harder and harder at the feeling of being tamed.
He’d never had a dom like this. Strong, but sweet. Purely in control, but not hurting him.
He loved it.
Carver liked it, too.
Alec humped him needily, willing to be pathetic. Instinctively sensing it turned Carver on, and Alec wanted badly to turn this man on. He wanted Carver to want him.
He started begging.
Begging around the fingers in his mouth, mewling pitiful noises. Eyes wide, open and trusting, meeting Carver’s fiery gaze while he drooled. Ropes of sticky saliva ran down his chin, coating Carver’s hand thickly. Alec could hear the mess dripping on Carver’s wrist, soaking his dom.
He whined again, thrilled by the flashing in Carver’s eyes.
Alec offered his erection, thrusting softly against Carver’s skin, whimpering.
“ - p-please… please -”
“ - oh, I know what you want, prince - “
Alec gaped, momentarily frozen.
Carver just called him a prince. It was like taking a hit of heroin.
His brain soared.
“ - please - “ he moaned, thrusting his aching, untouched cock. “ - Carver, please, I…I need you - “
“ - good boy…god, that’s hot…beg for me - “
“ - Daddy, please!...please, I need you so bad, please - “
“ - good boy, sweet prince - “
Alec thought he might cry again. “ - please, Daddy!...please, please, I need it, I need you, please touch me! - “
“ - perfect boy - “
Carver curled his wet hand around Alec’s erection and started stroking gently.
Alec keened loudly, trying to thrust. Screeching like a brat when Carver pinned him in place against the bars.
“ - no, naughty boy…nice and slow for me…do what you’re told - “
Brattiness evaporated.
“ - o-okay, Daddy, I…I’m sorry - “
Carver nuzzled his cheek, stroking slowly.
“ - good boy…being so good for me - “
Alec bit his lip and nodded, begging with his eyes, being good for Daddy. His brain was a mess, though - Carver was driving him wild.
“ - yes, Daddy - “ he whispered.
Carver started stroking faster, deliberately, firmly, rhythmically stimulating Alec’s cock. Sliding smoothly, pulling taut, pushing down. Oh god, the pressure was perfect.
Alec hissed between his teeth, eyes glazing, massively confused but loving it. His brain was even more fucked up now - a man was…making him feel good? A gorgeous beast wanted his pleasure?
“ - Daddy - “ he whimpered desperately. “ - Daddy, I’m sorry, I’m trying to be good for you…I’m trying so hard, I want to be good for you - “
Carver smiled indulgently. “...but? - “
“ - no!...no buts, I want to be good for you…and…I want you to fuck me, please, Daddy - “
“ - beg, pretty prince, I love when you beg - “
“ - Daddy, PLEASE - “ Alec wailed, abandoning dignity, shocked that for the first time in his life, he wanted to. “ - please, Daddy, please, I’ll say anything you want…help me, tell me what you want to hear, please?...let me beg for you - “
Carver made a growling noise. “ - beg for Daddy's pussy - “
“ - PLEASE Carver, please, let me have it, I want your pussy so bad…I need you, I wanna feel you, please Daddy - “
“ - shhh, good boy - “
Alec had never penetrated anyone before.
He’d always bottomed and not usually pleasantly. The only times he came were when his dom - or client - at the time was feeling too lazy to stop him. It was even worse when they made fun of him for being such a degenerate slut, and they usually did. He really did cum over the filthiest things, and hated that it turned him on. Hated that it was so easy to mock him, he was gross and disgusting, and easy to use.
But Carver wasn’t using him. Carver was fucking him with care.
Alec almost came just thinking about it.
His eyes went wide when Carver guided his cock, pressing the tip against his cunt. It felt warm and soft.
Alec shivered.
“ - please - “ he whispered, not noticing the drool splashing down his neck.
Carver licked his skin from collarbone to ear, easily taking his breath away. All that came out were flighty little gasps.
Alec thought his dick was going to explode.
Carver grinned and kissed him
“ - baby wants fucked? - “
Alec nearly shrieked.
“ - so bad!…so fucking bad, I’m fucking begging …I will get on my knees and eat your pussy and beg with your juices running down my face, please, Daddy - “
“ - god you’re beautiful, fuck - “
The roughness in Carver’s voice was addictive. Alec really would get on his knees and eat pussy - he didn’t know how, but he’d figure it out and Daddy could teach him - and beg for Carver to fuck him.
Alec almost screamed when Carver thrust his hips forward, driving Alec’s cock inside him.
“ - oh my GOD, Carver - “
It was like nothing he’d ever felt. Dick pillowed in warm, soft, gripping muscle. Squeezing down on him, pressing every nerve, stimulating with intense pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming.
He started to hyperventilate.
Carver slowed his breathing down with gentle kisses, holding him steady, sliding Alec’s cock slowly inside his wet pussy.
Alec felt the tears bubbling. God, he was such a baby. But weirdly…he didn’t mind. Not with Carver.
“ - Carver, you feel…so good - “
“ - you like that? - “
“ - oh my god…so much…it’s…so good - “
“ - you know they’re watching us, you slut - “
Alec gasped, digging his fingernails in Carver’s back.
“ - y-yea, oh my god, yea - “
Carver laughed darkly. “ - you love it, naughty boy - “
“ - oh god, n-no…no!...I’m…I’m not - “
Carver thrust, pushing Alec’s cock in him. “ - you do love it, you're a naughty boy…you’re my naughty boy - “
“ - yes!...yours, Daddy, all yours, god - “
“ - good boy, tell me you love it - “
“ - y-yea…oh fuck…that…fuck, feels so good - “
Carver laughed, raw and commanding. “ - you like getting railed in a cell, don’t you…cops watching you get fucked…probably jerking off right now, watching you take it - “
“ - more, Carver, please - “
“ - don’t fucking call me Carver - “
“ - Daddy!...Daddy, please, Daddy - “ he babbled, writhing. “ - more, I need you, I love it, please - “
Carver started shifting rhythmically, forcing Alec’s erection inside him the way Carver wanted.
Alec burbled desperately, spilling drool, shaking. Trying to beg, he’d do anything for more.
“ - no, baby…we’re doing this how I want…be my good boy - “
“ - y-yes Daddy - “
He gave in instantly, letting Carver set the pace. Controlling the angle, torturing Alec with delight. Pressing Alec’s cock inside his cunt exactly where Carver wanted. His noises were driving Alec wild. He grunted low and feral, using Alec’s cock like a toy.
Alec sagged limply against the bars, surrendering completely.
Carver panted, rolling his hips hard. “ - my little sexy fucktoy - “
“ - ahh…mmmm...god…y-yea…Daddy’s little…fucktoy…please, Daddy, use my cock…make you feel…so good - “
“ - good boy, my sweet naughty prince - “
“ - yours, Daddy…all yours, I…wanna be yours so bad - “
“ - you are mine…take that pussy, good boy - “
Alec whined sharply. “ - feels so good - “
“ - I know baby…fuck…you look so hot, taking it like that…taking it hard…baby wants…fucked? - “
“ - I’m going crazy!... ruin me, Daddy, please - “
Carver started railing him, laughing at Alec’s ridiculous gasps, but Alec enjoyed letting his guard down. Carver wasn’t making fun of him, he sounded joyful. And Alec loved the vulnerability, being open and stupid with Carver. Feeling seen, and weirdly…adored.
It made everything so much more intense.
He was already getting close.
Every thrust was a burst of pleasure, cock forced in Carver’s tight, wet pussy. He’d never had this before - it felt so good he thought he was dying. He’d spent most of his life trying not to get killed, but he didn’t care anymore - this level of intimacy and pleasure was worth it. Things he’d never had, but now needed more than breathing.
He opened his mouth, trying to beg - Carver liked when he begged - but a puddle of fresh slobber spilled out, landing with a wet smack on their joined bodies. Slippery and hot between them, sweating and flushed, smelling deliciously of man and sex.
“ - I know you’re close baby…so am I…I want you to cum in me - “
“ - Daddy!...oh my god - “
Carver laughed dangerously. “ - good boy…fuck!...fuck, I’m close…cum for me, baby…cum in my pussy - “
Alec tensed, spasmed, and jerked forward, sinking his teeth in Carver’s shoulder, cuming harder than he had in his whole fucking life. Spurting cream inside Carver’s silky cunt, giving up his seed, offering his orgasm, a humble gift for this beast.
Carver’s walls gripped him tight, contracting in waves, climaxing with Alec’s dick inside him.
Alec went slack in Carver’s arms, moaning for breath, heart pounding. The surge of emotions inside him was unbearable. He thought he heard himself laughing madly, he sounded insane.
He cooed like an idiot when Carver started kissing his neck, cock still buried in Carver’s pussy. He shivered, enjoying Carver’s mouth on his skin. Alec held deliciously, submissively still, moaning and squirming, wearing bruises however Carver wanted him to.
Carver finally let go of his neck.
“...oh my…god…”
“ - what a handsome pet - ” he said softly, nuzzling Alec’s cheek.
“...that was…amazing…”
He suddenly felt…exhausted. Overwhelmed, in ways he wasn’t used to. It was too much.
Carver felt him go limp.
“You look tired, baby. Let’s get you tucked in. I’ll look after you while you sleep.”
“Promise?” Alec mumbled wistfully.
“I promise.”
He submitted tiredly while Carver got them both dressed and resettled on the bench.
Alec drifted peacefully to sleep in the arms of a beast, gloriously, perfectly happy.
***
It took Alec a long time to wake up.
He didn’t want to, he fought consciousness. He felt so warm and comfortable. Was he sleeping in an actual bed? Every muscle was perfectly relaxed, lolling and careless.
Maybe he'd died.
No, if he had, he wouldn’t be in heaven. And this was clearly heaven.
But if he put off waking for too long, something bad would happen to him. Unconscious targets were the easiest.
Sadly, he made himself open his eyes, blinking stupidly.
And found himself staring at half a dozen strange men.
SHIT.
Shit, shit shit, he was in lockup, how the fuck had he fallen asleep, god, shit, fuck …could he be more stupid…
But they weren’t moving.
They weren’t threatening him, or even looking at him. If he met anyone’s gaze accidentally, they looked away.
…what the…
…how…
Then he remembered. He knew immediately why he was warm, and comfortable, and safe.
Alec peered up.
Into the smiling face of his guardian beast.
“Carver,” he sighed, rubbing his cheek on Carver’s broad chest.
“You slept like a corpse, baby boy. Scared me a couple times, thought you fucking died on me. Had to make sure you were still breathing.”
“I’ve never slept that hard…in my life …”
“Yea? How you feeling?”
Alec stretched like a lazy cat, blushing when Carver shifted to accommodate, keeping his body supported.
He settled right back in like a leech.
“So, so good. Better than I’ve ever felt, probably. What time is it? Thought you’d be gone by now?”
“Yea, I'm past my time.”
Alec started to scramble up in a panic, but Carver smashed him back down.
“Nope, settle down puppy dog. We’ve still got…let me see…an hour left.”
“An hour? But…how are you past time??”
“They’re overcrowded, must be a full moon or something. Couldn’t leave you in here all by your lonesome self, now could I? I smacked a cop, got myself another six hours.” He grinned. “We can do our stretch together.”
“...you…smacked a cop…”
“More of a love tap. Just enough to get what I wanted.”
“Oh my god…”
Carver’s eyes turned serious. “Level with me, puppy dog.”
“...o-okay?”
“What’s your name, prince?”
“It’s, uh, Alec,” he mumbled, blushing.
God. He’d never get used to being called prince.
“You have somewhere to go after this, Alec?”
He shifted uncomfortably. “No, not really.”
“Thought that might be the case. You’re coming home with me.”
For a horrible second, Alec thought he might burst into tears again.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“No,” Carver growled. “And I will fuck up anyone who does.”
Alec stared at him, but couldn’t read any lies.
“...you’re…you’re fucking serious?”
“Yep. If you want to.”
“Yes,” he whispered, curling his fingers into Carver’s shirt. Terrified of hope, but desperate for it. “Yes, please.”
***
They walked out together, Alec clinging to Carver’s massive paw, tagging along silently and submissively.
Carver paused at the booking desk, exchanging casual pleasantries with the cops. It was weird, they all seemed to know each other…and like each other? What the fuck?
Alec didn’t say a word, mouth clamped shut, clenching Carver’s hand, hovering as close as he could.
One of the cops snorted. “Look at that, little firecracker’s tame as a puppy now.”
Carver pointed warningly at the cop, but he was smiling. “Watch your mouth, Sanders, or I’ll smack you again. Firecracker’s mine.”
Sanders held his hands up good-naturedly, also grinning.
“How’s the ribs, by the way?”
Sanders shrugged. “Nah, all good. Walked it off an hour ago.”
Carver laughed.
Alec squeezed a little tighter.
Carver beamed down at him. “Come on puppy dog, let’s get you home.”
Home.
Alec followed him out, barely breathing. Was this really happening?
“I don’t live far,” Carver said conversationally, swinging their clasped hands.
It was a beautiful day, warm and mild. A gentle breeze stirred Alec’s hair, whispering over his skin. He lifted his face, closing his eyes, soaking in the sun. Not really needing to see where he was going, trusting Carver to guide him.
They came to a stop outside a nice apartment complex, landscaped and everything. Alec was intimidated - he wasn’t used to spending time in nice places - but allowed himself to be shepherded inside, up three flights of stairs. Carver unlocked his door - Apartment 6A - and held it open for Alec.
As Alec stepped through, he felt weirdly, stunningly, like for the first time - he was coming home.