#brouldaif

Kaif is a detective. He's been assigned to the case of a new serial killer, and he's incredibly exhausted, having been forced to work long hours or risk losing his job. He hasn't slept in days, he's barely eating and he's losing weight, quite literally withering away as he works himself to the bone.

The only upside to all of this is his lovely roommate, Sam, who tries his best to take care of him, cooking him food even if he never eats it and carrying him to bed once he inevitably passes out at his desk.

There's just one problem.

Sam's the killer they're after.

He's always one step ahead of the authorities because he's been abusing the fact that he literally lives with the lead detective, and everyone is none the wiser.

But Sam sees whats going on, how the higher ups are quite literally threatening Kaif with his entire livelihood and career, ready to knock it all down at a moments notice. Playing with his life. He knows why- Sam's only been targeting corrupt officials and crooked cops, and they do not like that, allocating as much of their resources as possible to the case in order to solve it.

Sam hates it. He hates watching Kaif wither away, because, alright, yeah. He's in love. It's absolutely not a normal amount of love but come on he's been murdering cops by tearing out each of their ribs one by one whilst they’re still alive, he’s not exactly the pinnacle of sanity.

So, he gets an idea. Kaif's not willing to rest himself, not wanting to risk losing his job, so what if... Sam made him relax? If Kaif's missing, then they can't get mad at him for not showing up, can they? Just one little kidnapping, to buy Kaif some time to recharge and take care of himself.

Besides, Kaif's one of the very few good cops in this city.

Sam thinks he deserves a reward.

Sam kidnaps Kaif and ties him naked with a blindfold to a bed after injecting him with an aphrodisiac drug, and slowly starts to have his way with him, starting with groping his tits and playing with his nipples.

Kaif is panicking the whole time, desperately trying to ignore just how good it feels for him, but he’s fighting a losing battle as he’s already rock hard and leaking precum within the first three minutes of Sam starting to play with him, blush covering his entire face.

Sam eventually moves down to his legs which have been tied open, unzipping his pants and getting ready to fuck him. Kaif starts to thrash more, completely oblivious to the fact that his struggling is only turning Sam on further.

Sam slides inside with ease, because he’d already taken the time to finger Kaif and get him prepared whilst he was unconscious. Kaif whimpers, trying to keep his moans in, but it’s a futile attempt, and Sam can’t help but coo at how he sounds like such a slut.

Sam doesn’t move just yet, giving Kaif some time to get used to his size. After all, this is so that Kaif can relax. It would be no good for him to be in pain. When he thinks enough time has passed, he pulls off the absolutely soaked blindfold Kaif is wearing, letting him see just who is fucking him like this.

Kaif’s crying turns to outright sobbing at the sight of Sam doing this to him, which leads to Sam leaning down to kiss away his tears and murmur sickly sweet words in his ear, telling him that he’s doing so well for him and that it will all feel so good if he just relaxes. Additionally, he brings up the fact that he knows Kaif has been jerking off to photos of Sam recently, something that makes the man go pale. After all, the only way Sam could know that is if he’s been actively spying on Kaif (which, he has. He’s got cameras.)

Kaif continues to beg Sam, but he ignores him, opting to slowly start thrusting into him. Kaif’s pleas quickly turn into broken, ragged moans, the aphrodisiac well and truly having made its way through his blood by now. Sam continues to kiss him, leaving a trail of hickeys along his skin.

Kaif doesn’t last very long before he cums all over his own stomach. He’s utterly mortified, especially when he watches himself harden again within a matter of seconds. He can’t be enjoying it this much, right? Right? He can’t take his eyes off Sam, watching with a combination of both muted horror and arousal as the man stops so that he can lick Kaif’s cum off his stomach before continuing. He can’t hide the sounds he’s making anymore, and he doesn’t even try to as time goes by.

Eventually, he finds himself begging. Not for Sam to stop, but for him to go faster. For more, for him to lean down and keep fucking kissing him like that because it feels so good. He can’t even find it in himself to be ashamed anymore, rising up to sloppily kiss Sam back, panting and moaning like a whore as he bucks his hips, desperate for more friction. He’s… oh, god, he’s enjoying this. Sam only chuckles, speeding up his pace.

Kaif comes two more times before Sam finishes inside of him, each one more mind-shattering than the last, causing his entire body to tremble violently with overstimulation and pleasure. He passes out shortly afterwards, Sam still clinging to him.

They spend the next four days like that.

When Kaif eventually resurfaces after his… ‘kidnapping’, he receives medical treatment for the injuries he sustained (that were intentionally done by both parties to help establish a false story), recounts his experience to multiple investigators, regretfully telling each and everyone of them that his attacker wore a mask and did not speak, giving them no identifiable features.

When he’s discharged, Kaif will go home to his apartment with his loving boyfriend Sam, and end up cockwarming him for the entirety of their movie night.

these two have been at each others throats since they first started working together

it’s sort of become a running joke on the ship, with a sign posted in the dining hall counting the ‘days since last murder attempt from kaif or sam’. the current record is 4.

it’s so bad that there’s actually a rule that they are not permitted to be grouped together for certain tasks unless there is a legitimate emergency

kaif honestly hates sam. he’s always getting in the way and nitpicking kaif on the smallest details, starting fights wherever he can. it drives him up the fucking wall.

sam, however, absolutely adores kaif. these kinds of interactions- intentionally challenging others to fights in ways that allow them to ‘prove’ themselves- is very very flirtatious for impostors. sam knows that kaif doesn’t see it this way, but that doesn’t stop him from falling in love with this stupid, reckless human.

kaif tries to throw a punch at sam despite sam being taller (i think) kind of a brick wall of a man (at least, in comparison to kaif), and literally working in security where sam’s main job is to be the ship’s enforcer and kick the shit out of intruders/pirates and sam instantly goes “this one. i want this one.” and begins to ‘challenge’ him back to find where kaif’s limit is. he has not found it, something that makes him fall deeper in love each day.

when the murders start, their feud cools down a bit before exploding again, each man throwing suspicion at the other relentlessly

nothing is done about this, however, as everyone simply believes it to be just kaif and sam at it again. a few of them even judge them for bringing up such petty conflicts in a legitimate life or death situation

as a result, nobody wants to eject kaif or sam

unfortunately for everyone, sam legitimately is an impostor, one who is intentionally pushing at kaif in this situation to give himself a layer of security. he also finds it cute how angry he gets, but that’s beside the point.

admittedly, even if sam is deeply in love with kaif, it doesn’t stop him from being a manipulative bastard to him. if anything, it makes him worse.

he’s been trying to figure out for the longest time how he can get kaif to fall in love with him, or at least, get him into a position where sam can keep him all for himself, and the other impostors on the ship finally beginning to put the sabotage plan into action is the perfect opening for him.

when sam realises that his plan is working, he ends up being a lot more... lenient, around kaif, letting him see legitimately suspicious behaviours because he knows nobody’s going to believe him. he knows that kaif will also try to push sam based on these behaviours, but because nobody believes him, all this will do is distance kaif from the other crew mates as they begin to see him as the boy who cried wolf

kaif can only watch with horror as sam and the other impostors slowly pick everyone off one by one, not a single person believing his desperate warnings.

he doesn’t even vote in the last meeting, holding his head down to hide his tears as the last crewmate on board is forced into the airlock.

he’s not crying because he misses them- honestly, fuck all of them. they should’ve listened. he’s crying because he knows that he is next and there is nothing he can do about it because nobody else wanted to help him. he is dying due to the incompetence and selfishness of others.

the other two impostors move to finish kaif off, and he watches in horror as sam guts them both with his hands right in front of kaif, before turning to him and licking his lips, face drenched with blood and gore.

kaif tries to run, but he doesn’t get very far before sam catches him, pushing him down face first onto the table, strong, inhuman hands pinning his wrists as sam pants animalistically above him.

he’s absolutely terrified, sobbing hysterically begging for sam to let him go.

unfortunately for him, sam is still very fucking in love with kaif. he’s so happy to have finally gotten kaif all to himself, and smelling all of his fear right now is only turning him on.

he’d hoped he would be able to hold off until he took kaif back to his own ship, where he’d be staying from now on, but the way kaif squirms against him is just too cute.

kaif is not expecting for his suit to be ripped away, exposing his ass, crotch and thighs, cold air hitting his skin.

he is certainly not expecting for sam to suddenly lean down, hands moving to his back, and push his absurdly large, monstrous tongue deep inside of him, stretching him out as he slowly begins to fuck him with his tongue.

it doesn’t take long until sam is able to move his hands from kaif’s back to his thighs, gently holding him open, as he knows that kaif is far too overwhelmed to try and escape right now, his legs shaking as his hands claw at the table, desperately trying to find anything to grip onto, overwhelming pleasure flooding his body.

kaif is so confused. he doesn’t understand why sam is doing this to him, and he doesn’t understand why it feels so fucking good. he tries his hardest not to cum- he really does- but he’s fighting a losing battle as sam’s thick tongue hits all the right spots inside of him, rubbing against his insides as it slowly stretches him out, sam’s saliva running down his thighs.

he cums so hard black spots dance in his eyes for a few moments, but he’s not given any chance to recover as sam continues to have his way with him, tears of fear quickly turning to ones of overstimulation as sam continues to stretch him out, using him relentlessly

kaif's an absolute wreck by the time sam pulls away, sobbing uncontrollably, limp like a marionette with it's strings cut

sam doesn't think he's ever been this turned on before as he moves to tear his own suit so that he can fuck kaif properly

he pulls kaif onto his lap, monstrous dick poking into his stomach. kaif is terrified, but despite his shame, genuinely aroused right now. he doesn't understand why the mix of fear, pain from where sam's claws have accidentally nicked him, adrenaline and the sight of his completely alien ridged cock is turning him on so much, and he finds himself becoming incredibly excited.

kaif's a very good liar. he can keep a poker face. thing is, as mentioned earlier, it's very easy for impostors to tell a person's emotion through other means. sam knows kaif is into it. he can smell it, the scent of his arousal drowning out almost everything else, heavy and strangely addictive.

it also doesn't help that kaif is quite clearly staring directly at sam's dick. that thing goes up past his navel, throbbing as it rests on his exposed skin, leaking pre cum from the odd, slanted tip. it has to be thicker than his forearm, too. kaif wants it- he wants it so fucking badly, but at the same time he's not sure if he'll even be able to take it without being split in two.

sam just chuckles. he grabs kaif's hips, manhandling him, seating him directly on his cock. kaif yelps as it sinks into him, sam pulling him down so that it's all inside of him from the get go. even after sam spent so long warming him up, it's still a stretch, making him hiss slightly, stomach visibly bulging from where it rests inside of him. the slight pain quickly turns to an overwhelming warmth, his eyes blowing wide as his own dick twitches eagerly. sam just keeps grinning. the fact he can produce a very potent aphrodisiac really helps with situations like this- now poor kaif wont get worn out so easily! he can sit here and help sam out for as long as he needs him to <3

sam wastes no time in lifting him up and beginning to use the smaller man like a fleshlight. kaif feels like he loses his mind within the first few seconds, sam's cock filling him up in ways he hadn't thought possible. the ridges feel amazing as sam plows into him again and again, keeping an utterly breakneck pace. he doesn't know how long they stay like that. he loses track of almost everything after the fifth orgasm, world melting into a haze of overstimulation and pleasure. he feels like sam's rearranging his organs by now, like this has to start hurting at some point. it wont. sam's not going to break him like that, even if kaif doesn't know it. it's too much, but at the same time he can't help but want more. he knows he shouldn't- sam's a fucking murderer for christ sake- but he does. he wants sam to cum inside of him, to kiss him, to keep fucking him like this. he obviously doesn't realise that he's saying all this out loud with how far gone he is.

it's about a few hours before sam finally finishes with kaif. he's cum inside of him several times by now(he was really pent up, okay?), the two of them an absolute mess as sam pulls kaif into him, gently running his clawed hands through his hair.

sam's finally won against kaif. it just so happened the whole time he was doing the courting thing wrong! he couldn't tease, scare or intimidate him into submission- no, kaif's too resilient for that, too much of a cunning (and worthy) opponent in those fields. sam just needed a different approach, and it turns out that kaif's really receptive to being fucked into submission over everything else!