Your Royal Majesty

And he wanted to torture Alex some more.

The Blackwell remained on top of Alex for what felt like forever. They were so damn close now, their naked bodies feeling one another, remembering how good they used to be when they were together. He could see the lust reflected in the King’s blue eyes just as much as Alex could see his own reflecting the exact same thing. They both WANTED this. The backlash that would come from this would be determined by how strong their willpower was. Would it be just a goodbye fuck? Steven contemplated that for a moment. He could just fuck Alex like never before, remembering the man who had broken his heart of how good they used to be together and how no one in that damned island – or out of it – would ever come close to being as good as he was. Ruin every single fuck that Alex would have after this… for no one would even come close to this. To be the one that defied him every step of the way. No one would ever be as equal to Alexander as he was.

There was a moment when Steven went silent – granting the King that brief respite where he would have some modicum of control to enter him. It… felt so fucking surreal. The moment Alexander pushed inside him – the moment he felt his former lover’s cock invade him yet again and send those shockwaves of pain and slight discomfort rushing all over him, all Steven could do was close his eyes. He remembered every single time they fucked. All those times when they would roll naked in a hotel bed and take turns fucking one another. The taste of Alex’s tongue was inside his mouth as they were drunk and hungry for one another. He remembered how it felt to be full – to have every inch of Alex buried balls deep inside him, making him feel like he was being split in half. And the sex would be so rough and yet so intimate, their hands linking, their eyes always seeking the other, their mouths craving for more of the other’s kissing.

He remembered everything as he felt Alex push deeper into him – his head tossed back as Steven grunted in a mixture of both pain and pleasure. Oh… he had missed this. It hurt because it had been so long since someone had ever fucked him – Alex had been the last all those years ago – his tightness clenching around the monstrous intrusion as his own cock throbbed and oozed, even more, precome all over Alex’s abs and chest. “I forgot how big you were.” And it felt fucking fantastic to have those waves of pain and pleasure shooting all over his body as Steven sat up straight, rolling his ass against the other man’s lap just to accommodate Alex inside of him and give himself some much needed time to adjust. And the more he could feel Alex throb inside of him… the more Steven would clench around the intrusion. That’s how things worked.

Each sound that Steven made, every shift and movement of his body, it was all surreal - to be back in a moment where it was just the two of them, but Alexander knew tonight would come with a price. He wasn’t entirely sure what it would be yet, but he knew there’d be something to come down the pipes. This was not their happy reunion, and when he felt the others hand around his throat he couldn’t help but let out a hiss, but fuck if he didn’t absolutely love the display of power. Of course, leave it to Steven to still require the control in the situation, telling him that he was going to show him how a real man got it done. It was almost laughable, but it seemed Steven was one step ahead of Alexander in that department and as the King brother’s lips twitched to chuckle the hand sealed tighter around his neck. The kiss was sinister, but Alexander knew what his former flame was doing, the teasing, he was going to give him a ride of a lifetime and then just toss him aside like trash. This wasn’t special, they weren’t reunited, Alexander had to keep telling himself that this - what the two of them were doing - would have consequences.

Steven gave strict orders to tell him before he came, and although Alex could be an absolute shit and refuse he simply gave him a silent nod. So he hadn’t had the privilege of emptying his balls into his former lover anymore, so be it, the fact he had him riding his cock in the first place after all these years would have to suffice. He leaned his body back against the chair giving the other more space to maneuver on top of him, a soft moan as he felt his former flame start to move, building up his rhythm so that he could accommodate the intrusion. Fucking hell, after all these years, Steven still fucking knew exactly how to move to drive the other wild. His hands were placed against the others hips, resting them there as he wanted to feel each movement, a firm grip as he kept his eyes open to watch Steven’s face, the looks that had turned from pain to pleasure as he began to find that rhythm they’d once had together.

He watched as his flame walked back towards him, his hands remaining at his sides as he let Patrick invade his space, the scent of his cologne filling the air around him causing Alex to go weak. He always did love that smell on him, and everything that Patrick was telling him made absolute sense. He couldn’t stand there and tell him there wasn’t a competition when two different men held the key to his heart and were battling to be the one to unlock the door. As much as he wished he had all his shit together it was clear that he didn’t, and knowing that it was effecting both Patrick and Steven just made it all the worse for him. He was sick of hurting them, he couldn’t take much more of it.

At the mention of the two of them actually talking before Alexander couldn’t help but swallow hard. He could only imagine what the two of them had to say to one another. Steven, with no filter, and Patrick who wouldn’t step down from an altercation. Remaining silent at this point was hard for him, wanting to apologize, or even ask for more details as to what happened when the two met, but that wasn’t what Patrick needed from him right now. He needed silence, he was in control and Alexander needed to continue to let him lead, and as his shorts were unceremoniously tugged down showing the Kings lack of undergarments - well Alex could only smirk as he stepped out of the shorts altogether and gave them a kick off to the side.

He let out a groan when that hand possessive wrapped around his member, how good it had felt even though it was much firmer a grasp than usual. Alex wasn’t complaining though, but then the admission about the club happened and the King’s gaze dropped to the floor. Had Steven fucked him just to gain bragging rights? Was this all part of his ploy to ruin the others life? Did Alexander read that entire night wrong? Fuck, he really had backed himself into a corner hadn’t he? “He bragged?” The words came out softer than usual, though that damn hand on his dick definitely kept the attention shifting from shame as he looked to the floor and lust as his flame took what he wanted. The words that Steven had said to Patrick, everything that Patrick was sharing with him, that wasn’t how Alexander saw him at all and it honestly hurt. “I-“ What was he supposed to say to counter all of that? How could he reverse the damage done by the Blackwell brother?

He let out a groan when he felt Patrick’s body move away from his, but it had to be done, they needed their space to try to collect what was left of themselves. Patrick was far messier than Alexander was, but damn was it fucking hot to see his seed littered all over his stomach and the tree for that matter. The kiss, their noses brushed together like that, god damn it was moments like that when Alexander forgot where they even were, or that the rest of the world even existed. With Patrick things were just perfect, simple, and for a complex guy like Alex sometimes simplicity was the best.

The question took him by surprise though, and of course Alexander immediately felt horrible. Here he had been so damn blissful, but then two seconds later was staring into the void wishing he could just fall into an abyss and be nobodies problem anymore. Fucking hell, that was such a hard question to field, though now was not the time to answer that question. He was still part of an event, the show must go on, and this seemed like it would be a much deeper conversation that he wouldn’t be able to dance around much longer. “I get that you want to talk,” he sighed, leaning his forehead against the others as his hand cupped his cheek, “and I want to answer whatever questions you have,” it’s the least he could do for someone he loved so damn much. “Not now though, this isn’t the place, and it’s certainly not the time.”

“Jack seems to be on your side for once and not so much mine,” that fucker, Alexander would have to have a talk to him about where his allegiance rested. He was all for him giving Thomas news and information, but he would expect the same in return. “I heard rumors about it, you were quite the talk at Rum Runners the other night,” not that Alexander was part of any of those conversations, but it was hard not to hear drunken rants and rumors being tossed around so casually. At the mention of bringing the man to their office upstairs of the club all Alex could do was again laugh, “you’re lucky I didn’t show up that night.” Could you imagine what would have came of Alexander walking in on the scene of a drunk Renan getting fucked by his brother? He shook his head, though at the mention of both the boys invited to the bedroom. “We talking threesome, or fight to the death and winner takes all sort of thing, gladiator style?” Hm, perhaps that’s what he should do for Patrick and Steven, some big gladiator event where they fight to the death and then he doesn’t have to choose for himself. He’d let the fates, gods, whoever the fuck decide. “You’re giving me ideas, brother, not good ones, but ideas nonetheless…”. He teased, his smile widening as he could feel himself drawing from the horrible foul mood he’d been in.

He listened as the other spoke, the click of the door noticeable in the silence of the room, Alexander’s interest piqued as he wondered what was coming next. He hadn’t seen Patrick like this before, not to mention that damn harness the man was wearing, Alexander certainly wanted to grab right ahold of it - he kept his hands to himself though. This was Patrick’s game that he was playing and he’d behave until he could no longer - but for now, he’d let the other call the shots (since he seemed to have an end goal in mind that Alexander hadn’t quite figured out yet).

He tried not to think about the possibility of losing Patrick, but it seemed the thought weighed heavy on the others mind. He couldn’t blame him though, the history between Steven and Alexander was just too much, and to compete with it meant certain unavoidable heartbreak. He swallowed as the other spoke though, as though their separation was imminent, his thoughts falling back on that conversation that could end it all. He wasn’t ready, nor had he made up his mind entirely yet, things were still so fucking confusing.

This was a special day. Maybe not exactly special but different. Patrick had checked his schedule for the day and for some odd reason – he felt this particular need to do something completely different. It would still be a workout, just not one of the ones someone would be more inclined to perform. It didn’t involve lifting weights or running for several miles around the island… but still required quite a bit of effort and stamina. Things were… changing. The last few days were good enough of a reminder that if he wanted something, he would need to take it. He would need to be the one doing it and to hell with the consequences. He would take what he wanted. How he wanted it. When he wanted it.

Standing in the middle of the playroom with nothing more than a harness in his torso and a pair of washed-out jeans, Patrick reached for his phone and checked his schedule. It would be quite the surprise for that person to meet him there rather than somewhere else – but either they would drop by and enjoy the show – given the location he had picked, they should know what that entailed – or they could just refuse and clear his schedule for the rest of the day, which would mean that he would find someone else to keep him entertained. No more being a little sewer rat. No more playing that pathetically easy submissive role that he had done for the biggest majority of his life. It was time to claim what he wanted.

He dressed in a pair of shorts and a black tank, at least he could dress for the part of hitting up the gym, though as he was on his way to Patrick's gym his phone buzzed causing him to look at the screen. After reading the first text of course the owner laughed, of course it'd change locations, but to a damn playroom? Hm, well this would be interesting, what angle was the man working towards? He wasn't one for overexerting, so instead of jogging to find out which room the other was housed in all it took was a text message to Jack. The hallways to each playroom had cameras, and sure enough after playing back the tape Alex knew EXACTLY where he was.

“Boring is never a word I’d associate with Patrick,” but did his brother have a point the more that Alexander thought about it? Would Patrick constantly agreeing with him, following him blindly, eventually get boring and dull? Would Patrick ever learn to challenge him, to be who he needed entirely, or would he forever just want to be the man that makes him happy who doesn’t keep him on his toes at all? With Steven, well damn, with him Alexander never knew what to expect and the man definitely kept him on his toes. When his brother made the remark about probably already knowing who he was going to choose Alexander glanced down towards the floor - again, Thomas knew that there was one that Alexander was leaning more towards between the two of them. He never thought he’d be put in this situation and yet here he was and he absolutely HATED it.

“I don’t want to have that conversation,” for as much as Alexander liked to think he was indestructible, he knew that when this conversation happened he’d be a fucking mess. He didn’t like when people saw him as weak, “fucking hell, I hate this so much.” His brothers words of wisdom, saying that nothing mattered more than him, had Alexander shaking his head not entirely believing that. For once, he had put two men before him, and now he knew that one would be hurt once he made his mind up and stopped holding onto both of them. “ The little tease about the vengeful one had Alexander chuckling though, leave it to his brother to know exactly what he needed in order to at least get a moment of happiness out of him.

It was the words that followed, how no matter what happened he would always love him, that meant the most to Alexander. He did not deserve someone like Patrick, not a chance in hell, but he also understood that no matter what happened there would always be a part of him that loved Patrick too. It didn’t matter who he ended up with, where their lives would take them both, because he knew that Patrick would forever be one of the most important men in his life. “I’ll always love you too,” he whispered, so much meaning and sorrow behind his words knowing he was hurting him with those whole Steven business. Why couldn’t the Blackwell had just stayed away and things between him and Patrick could have remained perfect?

Karma, that’s why, karma was a bitch and Steven was now on the island to collect a debt. One heartbreak for another, and Alexander could feel it coming.

Steven barely registered the kisses up his spine – or even the words being spoken by Alex until the moment the bite came. It fucking HURT but it also turned him on so damn much that all he wanted to do was push Alex to the nearest chair and ride the fuck out of him until his eyes would roll to the back of his head. “Is that why you want me to stay?” Steven swallowed hard as he turned his head toward Alex, his body still rocking itself desperately against those fingers that were hitting the right spot within him, making his knees finally tremble with the effort. It was so fucking hard to think right now. To form any sort of coherent thoughts or even words. “You want me to stay for old time’s sake? A little goodbye fuck?” There was something about that scenario that irked Steven to no end. Yes, he also wanted that sort of goodbye fuck. Show Alex what he had missed all those years and ruin whatever encounter he would have after them being together because Steven Blackwell knew that no matter how many guys Alex would fuck – they would never come close to how good he made him feel.

In a spur of the moment, Steven removed the fingers from inside him – he did feel so empty without them – and turned to face Alex as he pressed his own back against the bar counter. They were staring each other in the eye now. No blinking, no looking away. Just looking into each other’s eyes and souls – reading one another like a book that they had already memorized. “You don’t get to decide that, Lex.” Steven’s tone was menacing at best as his right hand closed around the imposing length of his former lover and stroked him in a rather possessive and rough way. He wanted to remind Alex that he had once owned him – just as much as Alex had owned him back. “You already made far too many decisions on your own without giving me a voice.” With his hand still closed around Alex’s cock, Steven pressed the other on Alex’s chest and slowly pushed him away from the bar counter until he could roughly push the older King into one of those somewhat elegant leather chairs – no accounting for taste there – so that he could lose no time in straddling his former lover,. arms wrapping themselves around Alex’s neck.

He hadn’t even realized words were coming out as he said them, though when the other responded it seemed to snap Alexander back to some sort of reality as he listened. When Steven looked back at Alexander the King’s heart just about stopped at the use of the word goodbye. Could tonight be an actual goodbye for them? Was this how they were going to be finished? One final fuck, for old times sake, and then Steven would be out the door. It seemed easy enough, and yet he knew deep within his heart that it was the last thing that he would want. This couldn’t be goodbye, not when there were so many feelings still shared between the both of them. As much as a goodbye would be the easiest route to take it simply wasn’t acceptable.

As soon as Steven moved Alex’s hand away he couldn’t help but let out a groan unsure of where this was heading. Had he said something wrong and Steven was going to leave him, rock hard and needy, aching and miserable for the release that only Steven could provide? That would be straight up hell, and he hoped that the look he gave the other when their faces were mere inches apart conveyed that he couldn’t handle Steven just up and walking away. Sure, it would be the PERFECT payback for the other, but one that Alex just couldn’t fathom. Not when they both needed each other so desperately - tonight being the perfect proof of that.

He let out a shaky breath as Steven’s hand lay possession of his cock, those slow deliberate strokes that left Alexander needing more, with Steven in complete control. It never usually happened so easily, Alexander relinquishing control like this, but Steven always knew EXACTLY what to do to take the lead whenever he wanted. The two worked so perfectly together - the power and control shifting seamlessly between them, something he had never had with anyone else. He couldn’t explain it either, especially because he absolutely LOVED being the one in control, but there was just something about being with Steven that had him loving sharing the control.

Like right now, the moment that his hand came to splay against Alex’s chest as he began to push him backwards, hand still in control of his throbbing member. Alex didn’t fight the move, didn’t even care where he was being pushed, and soon his ass landed flat on top of one of the nicer chairs in the club. His hands wrapped around the others waist to make sure that he’d come down with him though it was obvious that was Steven’s intention all along. “Pretty sure you had a voice, you just used it to moan like a little slut back there,” he smirked egging the other on because it truly was a lot of fun, and he knew that Steven could take everything that was thrown at him.

He did miss this more than he had remembered, their bodies so close to one another, Steven straddling him as they looked directly into each others eyes. This was such a vulnerable position for Alex because it meant that he couldn’t hide any emotion from the other - everything he was feeling would be written on his face, and when they were looking directly into each others souls Alex was afraid of what his would tell the other. His eyes slanted as Steven mentioned forgetting how to fuck a real man, and of course Patrick came to mind - only for a moment though because fuck tonight wasn’t about him, it was about the two of these men.

The message was clear, and the sender was even clearer, and Kane couldn’t help sigh out a “fuck.” Nothing he was reading sounded good. First of all, this was Alexander, and he never text unless it was urgent or necessary, and when Kane had spent so much time getting back into his good books, refusal at this stage basically ceased any chance of an easy life at the Haus, or a quicker escape from it. The Dungeon Playrooms was also an instant red flag…that wasn’t even the romantic room which meant this wasn’t a social call or a business call.

And then he read the word collar, and he felt himself shiver despite the heat. “He really is tryin’ to turn me into a fuckin’ dog,” he grunted, turning to head in the direction of the playroom and whatever his fate was meant to be tonight. “Maybe it’s a metaphor,” Kane spoke aloud, as if trying to rationalise the whole thing in his head, like saying it aloud would make it make sense, “just go in…do the thing, then go. Easy shit, an’ everyone’s happy.”

Kane’s steps were hurried, not wanting to keep the King any longer than he had to, and he arrived soon after at the Dungeon, offering a respectful bow of the head upon entering. “Mr King, Sir,” he kept it bowed, “what can I do get ye this evenin’?”

He poured himself another glass of the whiskey that was shelved in there for the guests, chugging it down like it were nothing while he waited for the staff member to enter, which luckily didn't seem to take too much longer than expected. He should have known that Kane would have been prompt, even when the texts weren't sent with the best of intentions, and fuck he did look good standing there ready for whatever the King brother had in store.

"Any other staff member and they'd have thrown an excuse at me to not show up," especially since it was in one of the dungeon playrooms and most men on the island were intimidated by Alex - clients as well as staff. "You though," he nodded in approval as he motioned for the man to come closer, walking to the center of the room to at least meet him halfway, "I never have to worry when it comes to you. You follow every order and command without hesitation."

When the other was close enough he brought a hand up to brush it against the stubble on his cheek, just to give the other a bit of a reward for showing up without trying to get out of it. "Kneel," he demanded, undoing his belt as he watched the staff member closely.

He was thankful he’d put his hand infront of the others mouth knowing that things would have been loud otherwise, and he made sure to bury his own lips against the others neck knowing that he too might get a little louder than anticipated. He just couldn’t help himself though, there was something about when the two of them got together that just straight up drove him wild. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, not just because he was hurting him in the moment, although he definitely was apologetic of that, but also for all the stress and pain that he had caused him leading up to this night. “I’m so fucking sorry,” it wasn’t often that the King brother admitted when he was in the wrong, but around Patrick he couldn’t help himself. He needed the other to know that what he’d done had only been because of the situation, and it hadn’t meant any disrespect on him (even if it came across as such).

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the remark about his size, “all for you, baby,” at least tonight it was, Patrick invading his thoughts and taking residence in his brain now that they were once more together. He knew this didn’t mean that they were a couple again and could walk off holding hands and singing each others praises, but it had to at least mean something that they’d reached a point to where they couldn’t deny themselves the feeling of each other any longer. He liked to think that was at least some progress, and when Patrick told him not to stop as he reached behind his head to gain some leverage? Alexander had no intentions of doing so, instead quickening his pace the best he could with each shaky breath, lips and teeth capturing the skin of his shoulder, tongue trailing over the wreckage his teeth were leaving.

As his brother mentioned the fact that he’d had two men who loved him he sighed, wishing that weren’t the case, it’d be so much easier if he weren’t loved by either of them. Two men who had captured his heart, something that was so hard to do, and yet both Steven and Patrick had claimed it for different reasons. He didn’t deserve either of them, he was a fucking mess of a man, they both could do so much better than him. “It’s not fucking worth it, I can tell you that much,” but in reality it was, because for the love that he had felt for the men it made his entire world come to life. His world, so bland and grey, opened up by their love and now everything was technicolor.

“I’m going to hurt one of them,” and honestly, he had already hurt both of them. Steven in a way that he wasn’t sure he could ever even come back from, and Patrick in the night that he’d found out about Steven’s return and had demeaned him and made him feel like shit. For as much as he knew he’d hurt one of them though, or both for that matter, nothing scared him more than knowing that he’d be hurting himself more than anything having to lose one (or both again). Hearing that Thomas believed that Alexander would make the right decision had him sighing, hoping that his brother was right, though as he opened his eyes and saw his brother on the ground before him…he couldn’t help but place a hand lovingly on his brothers arm as it rested on his knee.

But maybe happy endings were not in the cards for him.

Even if Alexander was saying all the right things and looking at him the same way he used to do back in the day – lovingly and caringly – no matter how Steven still felt love deep within him, a part of him would always hate that man. A part of him would always blame him for destroying their happy ending. For not trusting him enough to deal with what threatened them together. Yes, their parents alone were scary individuals and together they were at a brand new stage of nightmare … but they could have done it. Why didn’t Alexander give them a chance? Why couldn’t he…? Why didn’t he…? But at that moment, as those words rang inside his mind, Steven could see the man he had fallen in love all those years ago. The beacon amongst the storm. The one place he had ever felt secure in. That was the Alexander that he had fallen madly in love with. Oh… how Steven wanted to dare to dream once more but the hate he still nurtured – the injured pride, the loneliness… those elements wouldn’t let things go back to the way they were so easy.

But Lex knew.

He KNEW.

The sudden pull and twist were both expected but surprising. Steven’s hands slammed over the bar counter as Alexander took control of his body – such a familiar display of possessiveness – already knowing what was going to happen. Every cell in his body was urging him to turn the tables on Alex once again. He wasn’t there to be dominated or controlled – even if temporarily. That was something that they used to do when they were together. It wasn’t about the dominance or the displays of power. They could have that with anyone else. It was about matching the other’s intensity. About reminding one another how equal they were. Alex would fuck him and he would fuck Alex. They would roll naked in bed for hours, taking turns in showing their love and appreciation for each other. It wasn’t about being dominated or forcing the other to be submissive. It was about reminding one another that no one in the entire world could ever be as equal as the other. They were on the same step. They would always be on the same step – never one above nor one below.

A loud gasp danced out of Steven’s lips when Alex’s strong hands spread his cheeks open. No other man ever had the right to do so nor would be that fucking audacious. But Lex was on his knees for him. And a King never knelt for anyone. “This doesn’t change a thing. I still hate you.” And loved him. And wanted to kick him in the face but also kiss him. Push him away but also reel him in. But hate or no hate – Alexander’s tongue entered him without care and Steven growled like a caged beast, slamming both of his fists against the counter once more. He was both clenching as hard as he could to deny Alex entrance – but also relaxing to let that familiar tongue to invade him. He wanted to moan and cuss, scream, and gasp… To reach back and pull away but also shove his head deeper between his cheeks so that he could remind him how fucking decadent it was to have his ass devoured like that.

His thoughts seemed to dissolve into nothing as soon as he heard that damn growl leave his ex’s lips as his tongue entered him unceremoniously. He was not going to be wasting any damn time, and fuck did he MISS how good he could make the other feel, especially when it meant sweet sounds of pleasure escaping his lips that he couldn’t bare to hold back. To feel just how TIGHT he was, knowing that he was clenching, trying to keep him from ravaging him like all the times before…god fucking damn this was a perfect moment that Alexander needed to mentally capture for when he was alone later. “Loosen up, Blackwell,” he teased, giving the others cheeks a tight squeeze before offering a slap against one, drowning himself in the others ass as he fucking craved it like air in the moment.

The quip, him losing his touch, that was laughable at best considering the damn slut his tongue was turning the other into. He could feel the others legs quivering beneath him, those sultry moans that were escaping, so the words meant nothing to Alexander as he instead moved his tongue faster, deeper, letting out a damn groan himself as he felt the others hand in his hair burying him further between his cheeks. Fucking hell, this was absolute heaven, knowing that Steven Blackwell wanted him just as badly as he was wanting him in return? He knew the Blackwell brother was just doing this to piss him off, to light a damn fire in his belly, but he wouldn’t let those words effect him - at least not in a negative way. He wanted to give Steven what he wanted, prove to him that he was no less a King now than he was before, and if it was howling that he wanted Alexander would make sure he sang his praises to the moon tonight.

Not before having a little fun of his own though, pushing back against the hand that drew him closer, “I could always stop if I’m doing such a bad job,” he smirked, having zero intentions of stopping though at least he could pretend right? His finger came up to circle the mans entrance, his tongue teasing as it trailed behind his finger, circling the muscled rim as he absolutely LOVED tormenting the other. “We both know you're anything but bored right now," he quipped, refusing to believe for a minute that Steven didn't feel just as much anticipation as Alexander did. They'd always been so damn connected, Alexander taking his finger into his mouth to wet it, eyes closed as he slowly pressed his finger against the others tight ring.