Eyes narrowed, Kai made to shove Spike off. Spike grasped Kai’s wrists, first one, then the other. Pinned them up over Kai’s head, so Kai was helpless now, a wild beast between Spike’s legs. Kai’s eyes flashed, his musk filled the air between them. The sort of alpha anyone would love to have pinned.
So Spike pinned Kai’s wrists with his weight, pulled his cock out with his other hand, and shoved his tip into Kai’s mouth, sliding into his snug, damp heat. “Fucking suck me.”
“No,” Kai said around his cock, defiance gleaming in his eyes, along with the molten heat of his hunger. This? This was like the old days.
Spike growled, shoving his cock deep into Kai’s mouth anyway, groaning as Kai’s lips slid around him, his tongue flicking against Spike’s cock, his moan reverberating into Spike’s body.
Spike gasped at the pleasure, memorizing this sight—his brother beneath him, Spike’s cock filling his mouth, Kai’s powerful chest heaving beneath Spike’s ass.
Five months. That was how long Spike had to wait to do this again. Or if Kai was drafted into the major league after that—who knew when he’d be home? Kai doesn’t care enough to stay.
Spike’s thrusts faltered. Kai took advantage of his distraction, yanking one hand out of Spike’s grasp. Before Spike could figure what he was up to, Kai shoved his hand down the back of Spike’s shorts, probing between his cheeks. Then he pressed against Spike’s hole, his eyes gleaming.
“You wouldn’t,” Spike growled, letting his cock hit the back of Kai’s throat.
Choking, Kai shoved his finger into Spike’s hole, dry. It burned all the way in. Spike swore, clenching around Kai’s finger. So this was how Kai wanted to mark him. Spike growled, reaching behind to yank open Kai’s belt. Difficult to with one hand. He fumbled, releasing Kai’s wrists so he could strip him faster.
Kai closed his fist around Spike’s cock and balls, squeezing to the point where he almost hurt. Spike hissed; Kai grasped him under the thigh and shoved, and Spike lost his balance.
Kai was on him in a heartbeat, pinning Spike face-down against the mattress, shoving Spike’s knees open. This left Spike’s ass vulnerable to him; Spike’s hole squeezed.
“Running out of time,” Kai muttered. Then he grasped the seat of Spike’s shorts and yanked, and Spike’s shorts ripped at the seams, a sound that filled the taut air between them. It felt like something was coming apart, like the bond between them was fraying.
Kai unzipped his pants, pulling his own curved cock out. Gods, Spike would miss that cock. He’d miss Kai fucking inside him like an animal, Kai owning every inch of him. His throat tightened, even as Kai parted the split in his shorts, reaching inside to spread Spike’s cheeks. Cool air brushed his hole.
With a knee shoved between Spike’s shoulder blades to keep him down, Kai reached for the nightstand, grabbing a tube. It oozed lewdly when Kai squeezed it; he slicked lube down his cock.
Spike growled, twisting around to throw Kai off him. Kai snarled back. He grasped Spike’s arm and shoved him down against the bed, holding Spike down with a forearm across his shoulders. Then he grasped Spike’s asscheek and pulled it open, and the blunt slide of his tip skimmed Spike’s hole.
Spike’s insides tightened. Gods, he wanted this. Wanted to belong to Kai for just a few more minutes, wanted Kai to be inside him, using him, claiming him.
Kai rutted against his hole, aligning them, his blunt tip grinding heavily between Spike’s cheeks. Then he sank in, invading Spike’s body, shoving inside like he owned all of Spike. Spike arched, his body spreading around his alpha.
“Fucking take it,” Kai growled, plunging every inch of himself in. Spike took it. He thrashed again, and Kai held him down, pounding inside, his cock lighting up every single one of Spike’s nerves. Spike throbbed against the mattress, his cock shamelessly dripping.
This—it had always been something intimate between them, struggling for control, each trying to dominate the other. Spike loved taking his brother’s cock. Kai groaned when Spike fucked him.
But right now, this wasn’t just about fucking, this wasn’t about sating someone’s rut.
Kai sliding his arm around Spike’s chest, his breaths hot on Spike’s neck as he thrust—this was goodbye, and Spike heard it in the bite of Kai’s nails in his arm, the brush of Kai’s lips against his nape.
It hurt so much, that Spike wasn’t sure how his body was still singing with pleasure.
Kai’s cock shoved hard against Spike’s prostate; the pleasure sent stars through Spike’s vision. Then Kai pounded into Spike, even rougher than usual, his cock a thick, unyielding force.
“Come for me,” Kai growled, sinking his teeth into Spike’s shoulder. Not on the scent gland.
And maybe Spike really was a twisted motherfucker, because he was clenching around Kai and coming without anyone even touching his cock.
White washed through his vision. His cock pulsed. His come spurted all over the sheets. Then, when he could see again, the room went blurry.
He wasn’t crying. Just reacting to Kai fucking the come out of him.
Kai’s breathing grew ragged; his thrusts stuttered. Then he fucked a final time into Spike, pulsing inside, his breath punching out of him. His teeth broke Spike’s skin—another mark on the constellation of scars.
For a long while, they didn’t move. Spike pressed his face against the bed, letting the sheets soak up his tears. Kai pulled out so he wouldn’t knot inside—Spike didn’t expect him to at this point.
He lay on the bed, refusing to look at Kai.
“I have to go,” Kai eventually said.
“Then go.” And so what if Spike’s voice shook slightly?
“I need to see your face.”
Spike froze. There were still tears leaking out of his eyes. “You’ll see me if you do a video call.”
A strong hand grasped his shoulder; Spike tried to shrug it off. Kai was more determined, though. It was the only reason he won, and flipped Spike onto his back.
Spike scrubbed at his cheeks.
