Rat With A Dagger

“Well, if someone weren’t so preoccupied, then I wouldn’t have had to deal with it myself.” Your quip falls on deaf ears because Xavier is too focused on the curve of your lips as you tease him for being distracted by the fireworks in the sky. It seemed that even in the midst of a No-Hunt Zone, the explosions could still be seen. 

Xavier hums, his hands tight at his sides. He wants to do something. Lean against the wall, lean a little closer to you, perhaps even reach a hand out to brush along your arm. However, there’s a small part of him that hesitates for whatever reason. 

Meanwhile, Caleb is lounging back on your couch, his uniform discarded on your bedroom floor and replaced with a pair of grey sweatpants and a tank top that showcases his newly built chest and slightly more muscular arms. He had meant to show up at your apartment as a bit of a surprise after not being able to visit you the past two weekends, but he wasn’t expecting to hear this. 

Heat boils in his blood. How dare this man speak to you this way? Did he not know that you were taken? Caleb’s eyes are honed in on the door, waiting for the moment you enter and notice him sitting there. 

“You seemed pretty capable out there.” Xavier shrugs, his head tilted to the side as you smooth out the vest of your Hunter’s outfit. “I knew you could handle it. You’re strong.” 

His voice drops to a gentle mumble. A quick hand ruffles the hair at the back of his head, and he rubs at his neck as if he had a tight muscle. Caleb could make it tight… 

“Thanks…” You pause, the conversation naturally coming to an end. Besides, you were anticipating calling Caleb when you got home, so you could video call while you ate dinner. “Well, good night. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

A warm pair of lips against your cheek startles you into a gasp, and Caleb jumps up from the couch, ready to swing if need be. But just as you type in the code to your apartment, you’re followed by a soft whisper. 

“Good night.” Xavier rushes out, his cheeks mirroring yours in their pink flush. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

The moment you open your door, you freeze. 

“Hey, pips.” Caleb smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “How was work?” 

The stars outside tell of your long day, but seeing Caleb’s face in the flesh like this… Even if his expression isn’t particularly pleased… It’s exciting. 

“Caleb!” You kick off your boots and shrug off your jacket, making your way over to him until you’re staring up into his purple eyes. He flickers his gaze between both of your irises, the wide-eyed expression and parted lips making it impossible for him to remain indifferent when you look so pretty. 

“Did he kiss you?” His voice is flat and not ready to play any tricks. 

“No… Well-”

“What?” 

Your hand on his chest stops him from walking out the door and confronting the other Hunter. Profession be damned, he would take care of your coworker with his Evol if he had to. 

“Caleb.” The simple utterance of his name has him pausing, his cheeks burning red as his hands find their way to the curves of your hips. “He just pecked my cheek.” 

“Honey.” An exchange of names lingers, and your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His chest got bigger, and your eyes wander down to his biceps… He’s so strong, and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. 

His hands, huge in size and rough in texture, tighten on your waist, and he would never actually hurt you, but his strength is a constant reminder that he doesn’t need his Evol to lift you. There’s a moment where he takes a breath, a vein in his forehead bulging, but instead of acting on the impulsive thoughts that threaten to overwhelm him… 

He pauses. 

“I came all the way here to surprise you.” He starts, his hair mussed from lounging on the couch. It dips right above his eyes, brushing along his eyebrows. “Because the last few weeks without you have been hell.” The last word comes as a whisper, his nose poking against yours. “And I hear your coworker speaking to you like that.” 

Each sentence that leaves his lips is quieter than the last, his tone dipping down into husky and intense. Meanwhile, his eyes follow your features, your eyes, your lips, the curve of your nose. He’s not angry at you… But the situation is surely not ideal. 

“I… I don’t know why he did that. I’ll make sure he knows I’m taken.” You mumble, your thumb tracing the neckline of his tank top. “But I’m happy to see you.” 

His expression lightens slightly, and a smile finally makes its way to his eyes. Because he is happy to see you, but the sudden interruption to his expected plans is jarring, to say the least.

“I’m happy to see you, too, honey.” His breath fans out across your face, and he trails one hand up your side to the collar of your uniform. “You don’t know how much I missed you.” 

The subtle grip of his thumb and forefinger on your chin forces you to look at him, and fuck he can’t control himself when you bat your eyelashes and stare with wide eyes. 

“I missed you- mmph!” 

His lips find yours, interrupting your sentence that is dripping in emotion. They slot perfectly together, and his large palm encloses the back of your neck. With you being held still, Caleb’s hand on your hip moves to your collar, beginning to pop the buttons of your uniform one by one. 

Caleb’s tongue parts your lips, too preoccupied by your taste and the feeling of you in front of him to focus on anything else. As the last button is undone, he pushes it off your shoulders, exposing the soft curves of your body that are still covered by an undershirt. 

After shedding you of your top layer, his hand expertly unbuckles your belt, throwing it to the side to fall on top of your shirt. His feral lips devour every inch of your mouth, not wanting to be separated for a minute, and sharp inhales of breath reach your ears, echoing your own desperate way to keep feeling the warmth of his mouth on yours. 

“Honey…” He sighs, slipping his hand under your shirt to grip your bare skin. After being unable to feel the smooth expanse of your body beneath his hand for the last few weeks, his mood soured by him… “You’re mine… Only mine.” The words come out naturally.

It’s more pleading and desperate than it is overpowering. He’s possessive, yes, but he’s also well aware that you can make your own decisions. You’re only his if you want to be his, whereas he will always be yours. 

“Yours.” You assure him, your eyes still closed as you relish in the gentle touch that trails along the side of your torso. “I’ll- I’ll make sure he knows I’m taken.” You repeat, wanting to assure Caleb. A part of you is sure that you at least dropped Caleb’s name, or surely Xavier has seen your lockscreen which is a picture of Caleb’s goofy grin poking out from behind a bouquet of your favorite flowers… But with the Fleet’s controlling stature and intimidating hold they had over Caleb and their colonels, you were apprehensive in explicitly stating your relationship at times.

“I can make sure he knows tonight.” His voice has a hint of teasing in it, but you know he’s serious when his large hands dip under your thighs to hoist them around his waist. The bulge of his obvious arousal brushes against the seat of your jeans, and although you can’t feel much through the thick denim, the hitch in Caleb’s breath tells you all you need to know. 

Before you can ask what exactly he means by that, he’s taking measured steps down your hallway and toward your bedroom. He knows your apartment like the back of his hand, and as one hand cradles the curve of your ass and the other traces the curve of your spine, he follows the exact path he always takes until his knees hit the plush side of your bed. 

“Baby…” Caleb rasps, pulling away for just a moment so he can shed his pants and top. 

“Eager, are we?” You try to tease him, but the words are caught in your throat when you catch a glimpse of the small trail of hair between his navel and the throbbing length of his cock that is already glistening with arousal. 

Tendrils of his Evol wrap around your ankles, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed where he kneels obediently without needing to be asked. He’s nothing if not a giver, and as soon as he saw the look on your face when you walked in the door, he knew he would have to give and give and give until you could only remember his name. 

“For you, baby? Always eager.” He makes quick work of your pants, unbuttoning them and teasingly pulling them down your legs along with your panties. They aren’t anything special, just a pair of cotton underwear, since you truly didn’t expect Caleb to show up. A mumbled, ‘cute’ slips from his tongue, but he doesn’t pay it much mind because what he really wants to see is hidden beneath. 

“Fuck…” He pushes up your shirt to just below the cups of your bra, his lips finding the flesh right above your navel and pressing a kiss there. “You wanna know what I’m also eager for?”

There isn’t a second for you to even contemplate your answer, what with his palms pushing your thighs until you’re completely spread and at his mercy. Your slick folds glisten with arousal at the haze in his eyes, a determination setting in with the flick of his tongue along the seam of his lips. “‘M eager…” Taking a deep breath, he hovers over the hood of your clit, watching with a deep fascination and undivided attention as it subtly throbs under his gaze. “To make sure that little neighbor of yours hears- ha- just how good I’m making you feel.” 

A sharp exhale rattles in your chest, and it’s followed by a high-pitched whine. Caleb doesn’t have any experience besides what he’s explored with you, but god does he know you like the back of his hand. The tip of his tongue parts your folds, tasting your essence and letting out a low moan as everything about you overwhelms him. 

It overwhelms him in the best way. 

“Is the window open?” His husky voice drops to the one he uses as a colonel, and your head automatically nods as if you were a subordinate answering a command. 

“Good.” 

It’s the last word he says before diving back down. His hands splay across your abdomen, and the broadness of his shoulders keeps your thighs open. He could use his Evol just as he did multiple times before, but there’s something about holding you with pure strength…

With your thighs spread impossibly open, Caleb is able to see the way your hole flutters. The flat of his tongue covers you, moving all the way from your entrance to your throbbing clit, to which he wraps his lips around and sucks. 

“Fuck- Ca-leb!” Your voice carries across the room, your fingers threading through his brunette locks as white hot pleasure pools in your lower abdomen. Your neck nearly snaps as your head falls back against the bed. “Fu-fuck, please.” 

He hums, flicking his tongue against your clit as the most lewd sucking noise comes from the way he shamelessly shakes his head and spreads your slick across his cheeks and chin. 

Yes, god, yes.  Caleb’s mind races, cock throbbing against his thigh as he keeps his eyes locked on you. He wants the whole world to know how good he’s making you feel, but more than that… The idea of your upstairs neighbor hearing, perhaps getting aroused by your beautiful noises. 

But he’s not here. He will never be here. It’s Caleb who is drawing each and every moan from your lips, and it’s Caleb who will sink into your tight heat. And it’s Caleb who will fill you to the brim, watching it drip from your hole. 

“Good- ah- girl,” Caleb breathes, his nose grinding against your clit with each curl of his tongue inside your twitching hole. “Are you ready for me?” 

“Yes-” 

“Louder.” He stands, using his strength to lift and maneuver you into his lap. “I want him to hear you.” 

Him. 

The image of Xavier staring at his window, hearing your moans of pleasure as Caleb fucks you into oblivion. Goosebumps drift across your body, the thickness of his cock nestling right between your folds. A vein bumps your clit, pulling air from your lungs. 

“Yes!” You whimper, cheeks flushed and eyes wide with desire, as Caleb soothes his hands along your sides. 

“There you go.” The slow roll of his vowels makes your entire body thrum, hands gripping at his shoulders while he guides your hips to grind on his cock. 

The tease of not actually slipping inside even though you really want to… It’s excruciating, and you lean forward with your lips so devastatingly close to Caleb’s. You need him, and the thought of Xavier is long gone from your mind. 

“Please…” You whimper, frantically wiggling your hips and shifting forward until the head of his cock almost catches your entrance. “Need you, Caleb.” 

“Hmmm,” The tilt of his head is so annoyingly hot, your arousal coating his cheeks and chin still from how feral he seemed between your thighs. He chews on his bottom lip. “What do you need exactly, honey?” 

Your chest rumbles, and you close your eyes to let your words actually come out. “You. Your cock. Everything.” It’s everything. You want everything. You need everything. All Caleb needs is to give it to you. 

His hand kneads your hip, pulling you up just enough to press the tip of his cock against your entrance. “If you need it, take it.” Caleb shrugs, looking up at you as you rub along his shoulders. “But I’ll tell you one thing, honey.” 

Leaning forward, he pecks your lips. It’s gentle and soft. 

“I’m gonna fuck you… Hard.” It’s just a whisper, spoken against your parted lips, but you hear every single slur of syllables that is dripping in desire and edged in pure love. “He’s gonna hear how good I’m fucking you… And he’s gonna know that he will never have you like I will.” 

As he speaks, he slowly pushes you down onto his length, and each inch has him swallowing a whimper from your lips. It’s been weeks since you’ve had him like this, and sitting in his lap, flush against his pelvis and so so full… 

“Caleb…” You whine, leaning into his palm that cradles your cheek. “Pl-ease!” 

Planting his feet on your bed, he bucks up into you, the curve of his cock pressing against your g-spot and adding to the lava that laps at your lower abdomen. He’s so deep, reaching spots inside you that even his fingers can’t. 

“Co-me on, honey.” His jaw tightens, wrapping an arm around you and pushing against your upper back until your body is flush against his. Your pebbled nipples poke through your shirt, sending a shiver down Caleb’s spine. “You’re so wet for me…” His other hand kneads your ass, guiding you in a slow ride on his cock that makes you feel every inch of his throbbing length. 

“Ca-leb- fuck.” The moan heightens into more of a scream when Caleb keeps you completely still, making you sit there on your knees while his hips create a brutal pace. His balls slap against your ass, creating a cacophony of noises that he hopes will be heard from the floor above. 

“Say it- fuck-  again, honey.” A furrow in his eyebrows creases at his forehead, and while he wants so badly to watch your expressions, he’s on a mission. 

The sharp sting of his teeth on your neck makes you yelp, your mouth falling open, and your nails dig into his shoulders. There will surely be indents there in the morning, but fuck does Caleb think it’s the hottest thing when he can see the manifestations of your ownership over him. 

He is yours. Irrevocably and completely yours. 

“Oh my- g-od,” the sensation of his teeth nipping at your skin, paired with the soothing warmth of his tongue and the incessant stretch of his cock that only pulls out halfway before burying deep inside you is all too much. Your back arches, head falling to the side to allow Caleb more access to mark you how he pleases. 

“So good.” He whispers more to himself than to you. The noises you make are so satisfying that he finds himself holding back his own moans. How dare he corrupt your beautiful noises? “So perfect.” His teeth dig into your neck, making small marks of his canines that send a rush of slight pain that mixes with the pleasure, showing everyone who dares to look that you’re taken. The voice in your throat catches with each bump of your clit on his pelvis, the incessant whimpers and moans of his name becoming music to his ears. 

“Caleb. Caleb. Caleb. Ca-leb! Caleb!” His name is a mantra, and very quickly do you find that your nerves are fraying, only feeling the familiar pulsing of his cock that fits so perfectly inside you. Like he was meant for you. 

His hips don’t slow down, keeping the pace and causing your ass to bounce each time he fucks up into you. The hand on your ass pushes you back down, each time you come up, and your muscles burn with exertion and the heat that threatens to burn you alive. 

“Love you so much.” He whispers against your lips, unable to stop the need to kiss you. It’s sloppy and more of an exchange of noises than anything, but he needs more than anything to be close to you. “So, so much.” 

“Love you too.” You mirror him, your pussy clenching down on him as the pleasure mounts into something uncontrollable. Although you want to say more, it’s cut off with a loud moan that borders on a scream of his name. 

“Good girl…” He soothes you, watching as your eyes go half-lidded and your mouth falls open. Through the haze, your vision blurs, and your orgasm crashes down on you. It’s intense and overwhelming, but the shining purple of Caleb’s eyes that meet yours is the one grounding thing in the whirlwind around you. 

It’s so overwhelming that you can’t even feel the twitching of Caleb’s cock as he empties himself inside you. With so long since his last release - his hand isn’t enough anymore - you’re filled to the brim. It leaks out from around his length, ruining the sheets. 

His breath comes in labored gasps as he keeps pounding you through his own release. It’s a sense of overstimulation that forces continuous moans that rise in volume. You don’t care anymore about the neighbors hearing, or even Xavier knowing exactly what is happening to you and who is making you shake and jerk in Caleb’s grasp. 

“My honey…” He smooths down your hair, his hips pausing and hand guiding your hips in a grind that slows until you’re completely still on top of him. 

A shit eating grin stretches his lips as you push up and stare down at him. His eyes follow your features, cupping your cheek and holding you so tenderly despite fucking you so hard that you can only remember your name when he whispers it against your lips. 

“You did so well for me, honey.” His thumb traces your cheekbone, chuckling when you still stare with a dazed expression. “Are you okay?” 

“Mhm.” You hum, nodding slowly. “Good. I’m good.” 

“Good.” He smiles, pecking your lips and holding you close as his other hand slips under your shirt to rub your bare back, catching the clasp of your bra. “You’re so beautiful.” 

A satisfied hum leaves you, and your eyes close as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. It reminds you that he’s here, he’s yours, and you’re his. 

Just as you’re about to drift to sleep, his deep voice sits close to your ear. 

“You think he heard you?” 

A light smack to his bicep makes him chuckle, but you can only reply with a mumble. “I think the whole city heard me, you dork.”