End of Chapter 23

The door slammed open, and there was his Rue standing against the front door that dwarfed his figure. No bag. No phone. Nothing. His body was swathed in the glow of afternoon light, cutting into the darkness, panting with wild eyes, eyes that betrayed his needs. Rue's cheeks were flushed, his skin dewy, his lips dry. His body was fidgety. Levi didn't smell anything in the air except Rue's strange sickly scent, but he knew lust, he knew need. He knew the eyes of someone with a hard cock. He grinned, licked lips.

Valentino had started the fire, and Levi was here to quench its thirst.

"Skipping class?" He leaned back, thighs parted as if uncaring. But his shadows twisted in Rue's and confirmed that there was a difference. That Rue's pulse raced, and his body was warm not with illness but with need.

"Don't ask questions," the little alien stormed in, panting. "But I'm going to do something you're going to like to you." A nervous pause. "If you want."

"Interesting." Levi murmured slowly, but inside his glee grew. How fucking stupid his younger mates were. They'd stalked Rue straight to school, and yet Levi was the one who had him in his palm. And he could almost feel their panic, bouncing softly through the bond. "How much?"

Already Levi's mind was spinning, knew that Valentino had started something with Rue, might have pressed his lips to his pretty pink thighs. But Valentino had forgotten that Rue was all about money, and Levi was Rue's bank.

Rue wouldn't do things with Valentino for free.

Rue gulped. The nervous swallow led to a bob of his slender throat. Rue did not have an Adam's Apple. "50 thousand."

"I need more information," Levi teased, settled into the couch. "Got to get my money's worth." To be honest, he didn't care how much Rue cost, Levi had more gold than anyone in the world. And like a dragon, he had a den of wealth that he horded, just as he horded Rue's affections. For a second, Levi wondered if his endless cave of shimmering gold in Planet 2 would be enough to convince Rue to be his forever.

"I'm just going to touch you," Rue answered, breathless. And Levi knew he couldn't push too hard. "Money first."

"Fine." Levi waved his fingers lazily, and the credits were spilling from his wallet. He bent to take a careless swig from his glass, downed the rest of the whisky that stung his tongue bitter. But his heart was already excited, already racing, and he tried to hide his anxiety behind a chuckle. "Your bedroom or mine—"

The little fucker was already before him, knees on the floor, milky hands on his thighs. Rue's eyes were blown, and it frightened him how fucking startled Levi had been by the speed, how fucking excited his cock was. And the pressure of something settling on his body, like fingers already on his cock, like knuckles already punching his fucking prostate. Levi could never last long with Rue. He gulped.

"Here?" Levi let out a too nervous laugh. "Really Rue?" One of his boys could rush through the door, one of them could open the door and see them. It didn't matter to Levi, but it should to Rue. Rue who seemed to care about propriety and safety.

"Quickly," Rue echoed, eyes lost.

His hands were tugging at the edges of his pants, pulling down everything in one swoop. He didn't even care to take it slow with his boxers. And Levi's dick bounced free, slapped hard against his belly with a low thud, pre-cum already dripping like sticky cobwebs all over his clothes. The mushroom head was already purple with the need to cum.

Levi inhaled sharply, then his face grew flushed at the boldness, at the sudden potential of getting his cock sucked by the being of all his fixations. But one inhale and he was lost in the rush of sudden sweetness that spilled in the air. It was as indescribable as Rue's blood, not a true scent he could name. But it tasted like allure, like lust, like sin…And it pulled at his chest, compelled him to gulp it down with an open mouth, like an animal panting.

"What is that?" Levi gasped, spluttering, lost, wild, reached towards Rue almost as if he wanted help. It felt as if Rue's eyes could set him on fire. And his fucking world was spinning. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was all in his head and his desire for Rue was far too great for him to handle. He couldn't hold it all in and his fingers wiggled as if desperate to hold onto something.

"Touch me and the deal is off," Rue hissed in that pretty little voice. And the little alien's fingers ghosted, twitched down torso, dipped to the wiry soft bush of pubic hair at the root of his cock. Then to his balls. The whimper that escaped Levi's lips was a raspy squeal, a lost look in his eyes as he drank and tasted Rue in the air.

"Gonna suck me off?" Levi groaned, already so hard he was dripping.

He was already almost there, already almost waiting to cum. And Rue only had to press his lips to the eye of his cock for Levi's balls to clench and burst with seed. The thought of feeding his cock into Rue's mouth was already enough for Levi. Just the thought of fucking into his throat, pounding hard against a fleshy tongue with his hands cradling Rue's head would have made him cum immediately.

Hell, an exhale from Rue and he'd orgasm all over himself.

Levi had to do everything not to, brows deepening into a furrow and begging his dick to stand tall as he waited impatiently for his reward. But instead Rue's fingers ghosted over his cock, formed a ring, up and down and yet never touching flesh, fluttering over the curve of his frenulum like the devil. It seemed enough, for he bucked his hips upwards into the air, pleasure already spiking.

Rue looked him in the eye, a sudden sharpness returning to answer his question on cock sucking. "No." But his voice was oddly weak, and he turned back to look at his dick like one would with a fucking straw for a smoothie. But Levi didn't have time to think about that, still inhaling the accursed sweetness that grew increasingly potent in the air.

"Fuck, Rue what are you doing to me?" Levi gasped weakly. "What is that fucking smell—"

"You're smelling nothing," Rue snapped. His cheeks were just as pink, and his eyes were fixated by the pulsing eye of his veiny cock. But Gods, there was something in the air burning Levi's insides, lighting him up on fire. For a moment Levi wondered if it was Rampage, but when the pain didn't come, the hurt didn't hit. He knew then that the coiling in his chest was something more. And nothing else could quench its thirst but Rue.

"It's sweet," Levi groaned, as his cock shivered with Rue's torturous touches. He was fucking awful at hand jobs, fingertips now grazing the sides of his throbbing veins like a little shit. "But I can't put a name to it. Is it a drug? Did you drug me to speed this on?" His mouth grew slack. "I don't need a drug to cum."

"It's all in your head," Rue answered. And Levi's messed up brain registered that as truth. "Don't smell shit."

"Of course you don't. Grab me," Levi stated sharply, unable to help himself, growl sharp. "Jerk me off properly if you wanted me to pay for it, fucker." Rue grabbed him then with a flush to his cheeks. Warm hands on the shaft of his cock, thumb pressed to the furl of his frenulum. His wrist flicked and Levi whimpered, already undulating, already shivering. The sloppy wet slaps of Rue's palm to his groin was loud in the silence. "Oh yes, yes, fuck yes. Gonna cum, gonna cum so fucking hard."

His spine arched, his stomach clenched. And then Rue stopped, and it had a hiss escaping his throat, a snarl. His thighs snapping close from its wider spread.

"What the fuck? I was almost there." Levi couldn't help himself from snapping curses, because God, it was just that good. And his balls felt as if they were boiling. His dick burning and swelling with the need to cum. He was at the motherfucking finish line. "Finish me off properly, motherfucker! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING SICK LITTLE SHITTY—"

"I'm tired," Rue answered, eyes glued to the head. His lips were naturally pouty, plush and puckered, as if he wanted to kiss the head of his cock. And God, Levi wanted him, wanted him like he wanted air. "Fuck my hand yourself."

"That was just two strokes, you beautiful lazy bastard," Levi hissed, and then his hips were shaking, thrusting.

He fucked into the circle of his fingers hard and fast, fucked like a lunatic as he stared at Rue, at the dampness of his skin, at the adorable reflective gold of his eyes, at lashes that kissed cheeks with each blink. He felt like a savage then, the sensitive foreskin pulled back further with each brutal thrust, tummy sucked in hard, thighs trembling, calves straining with the effort. His body was ready to orgasm, toes pointed down, lips parting. His asshole puckering and squeezing, and he was so fucking ripe.

"Aaah, f-fuck. Oh fuck, so fucking good."

Levi stared at Rue's face with a tunnel-like focus, at the messy hair, the sweet bubble cheeks. The curls of hair that twisted down his face, a halo of light on his head. The softness of adorable features. Then the wideness of starstruck eyes. He knew then that Rue enjoyed this. That Rue yearned for his lustful candour, his attraction, his need. And Levi was a mess that chased that rush.

The look in Rue's eyes almost seemed like attraction.

The air was stained with the scent of his cologne and the salt of his sex. His perfume was billowing, musk thick in the air, and yet Rue didn't seem to care, but Levi enjoyed the way it clung to his skin, staining him with Levi like he was his. He rocked with overstimulation, and imagined.

He imagined being inside Rue, locked within the flutter of hot slippery walls, the squeak of air when his cock fucked in and out. The pucker of Rue's muscles that would cling to his shaft, the ferocity of each thrust, pounding so hard that he'd slam Rue deep into the ground like putty. The head of his cock kissing the best of spots. Chest to chest, nipple to nipple, he'd roll his hips. Turn the little shit over, and press Rue down until his cheeks were fat against the ground. Then fuck him hard with a squat, and then his chest against tiny shoulder blades, enter another inch deeper into wet-hot suction and Rue would cum from the friction, splattering all over the ground.

Gods, it would be so fucking good when he sunk his teeth into his neck.

"F-FUCK!"

Levi's orgasm was thick, white ejaculate that sprouted like a fountain, the ropes of it web-like all over his body. He spilled messy, creamed fat fucking loads all over himself, the orgasm so good his knot was popping. It ballooned at the base of his cock, ready to plug up a lover.

And he stared with wide, happy eyes as Rue did what he'd never expect him to do. His tongue was out, tasting splatters, tasting him fresh from the spout. He didn't lick, but he opened. And Levi watched with great pleasure as his pearly ejaculate sparkled on Rue's tongue in the dark. It remained sticky as Rue closed his mouth and then swallowed.

It seemed to charge him more, had Levi shaking into a scream, a lengthened orgasm that didn't seem to end. His back arched up into the splatter, his legs straight and shaking. It had him panting like a dog. His cheeks blushing red.

And when he was done, he sat back, panting. Rue stood, stared down at him with an odd expression on his face. For a moment Levi considered pulling him down to kiss him, to show him exactly how needy he was, to taste himself on Rue's tongue and swap spit. He considered using Rue's tongue like lip balm and showing him how good it'd feel to take this further.

But his legs were jelly and his shadows all limp. His knot remained, determined to keep cum inside of an invisible partner.

Still, he had to ask. "C-can we go again? I'll pay."

"No." Rue sneered. "One time only."

"I'll pay more."

"I'm tired."

Levi frowned, unable to help the tease from croaking out of his overused throat. "Did you just eat my cum?"

Rue pulled back as if ashamed, as if burnt. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"If you wanted it, you could have sucked it from the source. Perhaps another try now that you're familiar with my dick?"

"Fuck off," Rue scowled. "Don't want to lick your sweaty cheese dick."

Levi sneered then. He leaned back with a pounding heart and warming cheeks. He wouldn't question Rue's kink. He wouldn't mind tasting Rue's semen too, and for a breathless moment he basked in the afterglow. Rue turned to leave, and his mind floated to Dante's orders. "Give Dante what he wants."

"What?"

"He said he's waited for too long," Levi answered, tossed his device to Rue who picked it up. "He said he wants it now, straight from the source. He'll send this to the authorities if you don't listen." His eyes were hard when he spoke, a shrug. Levi had seen the footage on the device. It was of Rue in the alleyway, some sort of drug spilling from a bag. Rue's jaw clenched tight, pulsed at the corners. "Need help?"

"No," Rue growled, eyes daring him to speak. And Levi merely shrugged. Dante was a stickler for order, it was so like him to find leverage against Rue using crime and law. His mate had acted indifferent to Rue, but Levi was certain that the pack Alpha was intrigued by Rue, wanted him under lock and key.

"If you say so," he crossed his arms, tilted his head. He'd wait for Rue to come crawling for help, as all other did when they realised Dante was a fucking tyrant. And Levi would then swoop in and reap all the rewards once again. "Just knock on my door," Levi scoffed then. "Or just walk in, do what you want."

Rue paused in the dark, then continued down to his room.

"Think about it!" Levi called to him with a smile.

Levi wasn't fucking stupid. But unlike the rest, Levi would fish Rue out of his secrets with gold and neutrality. He'd lure him close, then catch Rue when he begged and whimpered for help from someone he could trust. And he'd do it slow like a good angler would.

It was then when he noted the droplets of liquid on the ground, glittering in the dark, catching the light. Levi froze, head tilting, nose twitching. He bent forward swiped at it with his thumb and pressed it to his lips.

He tasted heaven.

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