Switch-Kieran

Alexia gave a small hum as she perused the body on the bed, looking at the pretty flush that had already rose to the forefront. It stained their skin in the prettiest of ways, didn’t it? And she hadn’t even used her cane yet, that treat would come for later… Stepping forward, she played with the ice in the bowl, green eyes taking notice of any reaction to the sound “Now, sweetie, we’re going to play a little game.” an almost giggle, blood red painted lips tilted into a smile “For each sound you let out of that pretty mouth of yours, you’ll be holding an orgasm.” she trailed one of the cubes over their navel “Got it?”

He liked it when the other kept eye contact with him, his eyes were stunning and the man was very handsome. He smirked back at him and took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out before he spoke. “Whatever I say… goes” Ezra licked his lips after talking as he had a feeling the other would not be happy with that statement. 

A part of him wanted to wipe that smirk of the older man’s face, but Kieran knew he was in no shape to be picking physical fights at the moment, he would be at a huge disadvantage. “I won’t be your little bitch,” Kieran stated matter of factly. Once he was healed, Kieran would have no problem with helping around the place fixing things or whatever, and he might cook from time to time, because it had been awhile since he’d been able to cook in a real kitchen. But, that didn’t mean he was going to act like some over eager puppy. “And it’d be nice to know your name.”

Ezra knew he had his hands full with this one, he cocked his head to the side and smirked. “Well well then” he sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest “I think I have found trouble” he chuckled and walked up to the man on the bed and held out his hand. “Come on there’s no need to be like that” he smirked. 

“If you wanna play dumb and be difficult that’s up to you. Theres miles of forest either side of this ranch, if you think you can survive out there on your own then go for it, if you want my help” he leaned down and glared into his eyes as his smile left his face “you follow my rules”. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at him and waited for an answer “do you want my help or not?” he growled. 

So sue him for being an omega that didn’t just roll over or submit when an Alpha or a Dominant personality told them to. He may be an omega, he may have a strong desire to have a pack and to submit, but trust and relying on others did not come easily to Kieran. But the man didn’t seem pissed by it? If anything, Kieran might call it amused? The man had chuckled, not yelled. Hazel eyes looked at the hand before he took it, and allowed him to help him into a sitting position.

Once he was, Kieran dropped the hand and settled his hands on either side of him on the bed. As the man spoke, Kieran frowned back at him and fought his desire to glance down, to avoid eye contact, instead keeping his hazel eyes locked on the man’s. “That depends,” Kieran replied, “What are your rules?” He wasn’t going to blindly agree to something without knowing what would be expected of him. 

Ezra laughed darkly and stood up from the bed as he looked at him from a higher height. “Your welcome by the way” he frowned a little but he was still amused. “You are at my ranch” he sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest “you hungry?” he asked as he expected to have his fight. 

Well, at least he knew where he was, even if it was vaguely. “No,” he said as adamantly as he could manage given the pain, which admittedly was not as firmly as he would have liked. But, it was a lie. Kieran was starving, and his stomach gurgled at the thought of food. Truthfully, Kieran was just being stubborn, but he hated relying on anyone else to take care of him. Trust wasn’t easy for him. He tried to move more, to get off the bed, but gave up for the moment, and leaned back as he groaned, “Fuck.”

Though Matthew’s days were busy, he still found time to give back… to try and do something to show that there was still some good in the world and, thankfully, it seemed like he wasn’t the only person that did that. Meeting Kieran seemed like fate - both men enjoyed nature, they both enjoyed being active (as if that wasn’t obvious with Matthew’s aspiring career as an MMA fighter) and they both enjoyed helping out each other… It was only natural that the two struck up a friendship, one that had infectious smiles on their faces, and the only thing that kept them from hanging out, really, was time. Thankfully, though, Matthew found some time out of his day - after telling his trainer that he was going hiking and therefore not skimping out on exercises - to meet up with Kieran, and as he drove his car there, he spotted his friend at the trail almost instantly. “Hey,” he said as he got out of his car, making sure to lock it. He was dressed in a white tank, one that stretched over his bulging muscles and broad shoulders, and a pair of loose basketball shorts that only hinted as to what he held underneath. Walking towards Kieran, he crossed his arms over his chest, the appendages tensing and flexing as he did so, as a dimpled grin teased his lips. “You ready to get going?”

“Hey,” Kieran replied back happily and locked his car quick, before he stuck his keys into his pocket. The teacher couldn’t help but grin as he walked toward Matthew. Some might see him as intimidating with the way he stood, but Kieran knew how much of a softy he was on the inside. They were a lot alike,he thought, at least by what he knew so far of the other man. Though Kieran couldn’t help but wonder how his third degree black belt would hold up to Matthew’s skill if the two ever did some sparring together. “Yeah, let’s go.. if you think you can keep up,” he teased as he headed toward the trail. This was nice, peaceful. The sounds of nature in his ears, the crunch of leaves under his feet. And the smell of it in his nose. Kieran would take a work out outside over one indoors, any day. “How’ve you been?” Kieran asked as he looked over at Matthew.

“Ill decide if your being good or not” he chuckled. He walked over to the tap in the corner of the room and got a cup of water. “Are you thirsty boy?” he asked as he stood over Kieran with the cup in hand. He knew that leaving him for so long he would be dehydrated. “Open up” he smirked as he poured the water from his own chest height. The water splashed off of the mans face making the bed wet and making Eddie laugh. 

“Yes, Master,” Kieran replied as he watched Eddie move around the room. He would do anything it took to be on and stay on Eddie’s good side, he hated being on his bad side. And that never went well for him. When he was ordered, Kieran opened his mouth wide, his head rested on the bed. Cool water splashed down, in his mouth, on his face, and on the bed. Kieran tried to get as much as he could into his mouth, wanting to soothe his try mouth and throat. Once he swallowed what he’d managed to get he said, “Thank you for the water, Master.”

Ezra had spent hours with the man. He had cleaned him up, stitched him up in many places, the man was now in lots of bandages and still looking very worse for wear. He placed his and on the mans shoulder as he started to come around “steady on there boy” his voice was deep, rough but caring. 

“Your in safe hands, you need to rest” he mumbled softly through his heavy breath. “Your gonna be okay” he mumbled as he moved around the room to put away the medical kit. 

He knew the wolf could react in many different ways, he could try and fight him, he could push him away or fall into his submissive behavior and let him help him. “You got your ass kicked, pretty bad” he sat down on the bed and run his hand over the mans head and run his thumb over his eyebrow. 

Kieran groaned again, but stilled when he heard the voice speak, it wasn’t one that he recognized. His heart started to beat faster, and he inhaled slowly in an attempt to slow his heart rate and focus himself. Pain. The pain hurt like a sonuva bitch, but he tried to push it to the back of his mind.

He looked around the room, taking in the appearance of the man who was in the room with him, sizing up his level of threat. While at the same time he was looking for things he could use as a weapon, and the easiest way out of the room. The omega wasn’t willing just yet to believe he was safe, wasn’t going to lower his guard. Though, he supposed if the man had wanted to kill him he could have easily done it when Kieran was unconscious and without dragging his body back here...wherever here was.

 When the hand moved toward his head, Kieran lifted his own and weakly shoved the man’s hand away. “No shit,” he replied and winced as he tried to move himself into more of a sitting position. “Where am I?” he asked, watching the older man carefully.

“Daddy’s home” Eddie smirked as he took his shirt off on the way to the bedroom to go meet the cute thing he tied up that morning.  

Ezra got a call from a friend to say they saw an injured wolf in the woods. He got out into his truck with one of his trusted wolves to try and find the poor thing before someone or something found him first. 

Ezra’s big heavy boots hit the ground and squelched in the mud as he got out of the truck. The wolf he had with him was huge, he slipped out of the window and sat next to Ezra. He was trained well, all of Ezra’s wolves loved him. 

“Look Freddy, we need to find this boy” he wrapped a lead around the wolves neck “lets find him” he growled as he was pulled along, the wolf searching to find the hurt wolf. 

After making his way through the mud, rain and fallen trees they found a boy. Naked, bloody and unconscious. “Freddy pull back” he spoke softer than before as he knelled down in a puddle to see if the boy was dead. He placed two fingers under the boys jaw and felt a pulse. He scooped up the broken figure and wrapped him in his own coat. “Take us back Freddy” he called out to the wolf to track the way back to the truck. 

It was always heartbreaking to find a boy like this, he had found many, some were hunted, some were abandoned, some were in a fight with their pack… it was a different story for each one and it never got easier.  

There had been too many of them. Kieran had tried to fight back, he knew he’d injured some, but he had also taken a good number of hits himself. Pain he could handle, he knew he had a high pain tolerance, and he knew that with time cuts, broken bones and things would heal. But, before the healing could begin he needed to get away, needed to get safe, needed to take those sonsofbitches down. 

He’d fought for as long as he could, pain coursing through his body when another blow landed hard on his face. Fuck, Kieran thought as he saw his vision go blurry. The last thing he remembered was his vision going blurry, and the sound of their voices laughing before his body fell to the ground and he lost consciousness. 

Kieran groaned when he eventually started to regain consciousness, the pain was at least telling him he wasn’t dead yet, he thought grimly, and struggled to open his eyes as he tried to force himself to become more alert. 

“Handsome?” Seth questioned like the word was foreign over his own appearance. “Don’t you think I look pretty in my outfit, daddy?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around Kieran and cuddled into the man’s arms when he was pulled into a hug. The younger male giggled softly before pressing a kiss over Kieran’s chest. “I really like cuddles, daddy.” Seth murmured cutely.