The following is a work of fiction. All characters are above the age of majority. This work contains elements of breeding kink, bondage, and noncon, and implied kidnapping.
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Mika should have known things would go wrong the moment Callum was put in charge.
It’s not that he had anything personal against the man. He was just brash, impulsive, and too quick on the trigger. Sometimes those were useful skills. This was not one of those time.
He sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy dark hair as he watched the scene unfold. Somehow, the situation had turned into a quasi-hostage one. All the children had gotten out, thankfully, running in the direction of the house Mika had pointed to before they were caught, but there were still an unknown number of adults inside and caches of weapons for them to get to before he and his two teammates could either complete the mission or get away.
But hey, at least this job paid better than working for the public force.
Mika saw one of their marks in the background, huffing. He was tall and muscular. He and Mika locked eyes for a second, and he seemed to tense, like he was ready to just blow the place to kingdom come.
Mentally, he reviewed his mission notes.
“Brent Blackwood. Six foot two, 200 pounds. Graduate of Goodham with a degree in business. Brother of Alpha Phi Beta. Frequents local gym. Ringleader of unnamed terrorist group. Involved with Tamara Sturgis, who tipped us off and ran out of here just before we breached. Who is also safely at our hidden base of operations right this second. According to Sturgis, we should look for the guy who ‘looks like a young Marlon Brando.'”
Mika knew that the house his agency rented for this mission was made into a fortress behind its nondescript walls. Anyone in there would be safe from anything shy of a nuclear blast.
Here goes nothing.
Mika walked up to Brent, one hand on the back of his pale neck, and as he got closer he watched the man grow tenser and puff out his chest. When Mika was a foot in front of him, he grit his teeth and grumbled.
“Can I help you?”
“I was thinking maybe I could help you.”
“Oh yeah? With what, exactly?” Brent swept his arms out around him to indicate the damage done to the house and the two other agents on the other side of the room. Mika looked over his shoulder and saw Callum and Wanda arguing over something.
“Can’t do anything about them, unfortunately,” he shrugged, looking back at Brent, “but maybe I could do something for you? You’ve been checking your phone a lot in the past two hours, is there someone you’re trying to reach?”
“Fuck of with your concern, I’m not giving you anything!” he snapped, his arms crossed across his chest. Mika felt his pulse quicken, but kept his face congenial.
“Sorry, sorry, don’t mean to be a pest,” he said as he held his hands up, “figured since we’re stuck like this for a while, maybe there was something I could do to pass the time.”
Mika sighed and let his shoulders drop. Brent still glowered, but he slowly let his arms down. He sized Mika up, and then nodded to the back of the room. He started walking without checking to see if Mika would follow.
Alright, let’s see what we can do with this.
Mika followed after quickly, and the two stopped in front of a door. Brent chewed his lip and looked back at the two agents. Mika knew from experience that they saw and heard everything, and would be able to convincingly act like they hadn’t. After a moment, Brent gripped the knob and opened the door, strolling in and letting Mika in before shutting it again.
“You want something to do so badly?” Brent asked as he went to lean on the bed against the far wall.
I knew the floor plan, but I wasn’t expecting a bedroom.
“There’s a bitch I can’t find. Small black girl. I need to talk to her.”
“Do you have any other descriptors?”
“No, I fucking don’t.”
“Are you sure, because we know how cops are, they’ll harass-“
“I DON’T HAVE ANY OTHER DETAILS! She’s a small, skinny black woman! Jesus Christ!”
Mika’s hands came up again. “Okay, okay, I’m just checking, I’ll see what I can do.”
“Fucking ‘I’ll see what I can do.’ It better be a lot! Fucking coming into my home like this? You’ve got to have some resources, damn.”
“Look, I’m not the one calling the shots here, I’m damage control at this point.”
“The fuck are you talking about?”
“Well…” Mika looked away and ran his fingers through the dark, shaggy hair on the top of his head. He saw Brent relax a little, sitting on the bed rather than leaning, and knew he was getting somewhere with him. “So, we’re from this detective agency. Freelance, minor operation, small staff.”
“And?”
“And that big asshole out there, yelling at anything that moves? He used to be part of the agency. He’s not anymore, technically.”
“Then why the fuck is he here?”
Mika sighed and rubbed his temples between his fingers. He drew out the suspense for only a few seconds, before dropping his hand and meeting kağıthane escort Brent’s gaze.
“Truthfully? I think it’s just easier for command to let him think he’s in charge sometimes. And he is still valuable, so it’s not like we don’t get anything out of it.”
Mika made a point of looking over his shoulder, knowing that the door was firmly shut, before turning back to Brent and fixing a conspiratorial grin on his face. Brent’s eyes flashed, and he laid down in the bed, propping himself up on one elbow.
“Don’t tell me he’s just some pawn.”
“Fine, I won’t tell you.”
Brent threw his head back and laughed, and Mika felt something stir in his gut at the sound.
“Damn, what a fine mess you’re in, aren’t you?”
“It could be worse. I could be leading a team for an agency I didn’t know I was dismissed from.”
Brent laughed again, lounging back in the bed. “Yeah, you could be!”
Mika smiled and shook his head, sliding his hands in his pockets. “I’ll see what I can do about your lady friend. Girlfriend, I’m assuming?”
“More like… it’s complicated.” Something shifted in Brent’s eyes as he looked off to the side. “We’ve been through a lot. She knows me inside and out. It’s hard to find someone like that.”
…yeah. It is.” Mika stepped forward and gently brushed Brent’s hand before quickly stepping back again. “Hopefully this ends soon and we can go on with our lives.”
Brent squinted, flexing the hand Mika had touched. “You sound like you’re not so sold on why you’re here.”
“Honestly? It’s a paycheck. You get that, don’t you?”
“I do, actually. Which is also why I know there are better ways to earn one.”
“Name one.”
“You could always work for us.”
Mika was surprised at how casual Brent sounded as he said that, but pleased all the same at where things were going. He shook his head again.
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“…I’d have to think on that.”
“Please do. In the meantime,” Brent stood from the bed and stretched, “I’ve got an appointment with my home gym, if you don’t mind.
The man brought one hand down to scratch at his exposed stomach as he stretched. Mika immediately caught sight of the happy trail just beneath Brent’s navel. He said nothing and took a step back and to the side, clearing the way to the door. Brent nodded, and started moving towards it. He stopped next to Mika, and looked him up and down with a considering look. Mika tried to keep his breathing steady as the man’s gaze lingered on.
“By the way,” Brent suddenly stepped into Mika’s space. He could feel the heat coming off the taller man, and Mika swallowed ever so slightly.
“If you betray me in anyway, just assume I’ll do this.”
Brent pressed his forearm to Mika’s chest and pushed him up against the wall. He then dropped his arm and brought his hands up, ghosting them over Mika’s throat as he mimed a throttling motion.
Mika didn’t think. He brought his knee up and ground it between Brent’s spread legs.
He watched, surprised and pleased as the man in front of him started grinding on his knee, panting ever so slightly.
“Ohhhh — what do you think — “
Mika slipped a hand between them and down Brent’s shorts. He smiled when he found a thick cock beneath his waistband. He looked Brent in the eye and smirked as he squeezed.
“Oh, oh, oh?” Brent tilted his head to the side, the ghost of a smile across his face. “Really?”
Mika answered by stroking Brent slowly, his heartrate going up as the man boxed Mika in. Brent used his size to press Mika further into the wall, rolling his hips into Mika’s fist.
“You do this all the time?” Brent growled, his forehead pressed to the wall as he looked down.
“You kidding? That big asshole might not be a detective anymore, but he still hangs around the agency all the time. It’s how he gets assigned to missions. But more importantly,” Mika huffed a laugh when Brent’s eyes fluttered shut after a particularly firm squeeze, “that asshole cockblocks me every freaking day. I haven’t gotten laid in months.”
“Damn. We should do something about that then,” Brent murmured as he pressed one hand against the wall to keep himself steady. The other dropped down to rest on Mika’s collarbone, fingertips brushing against his neck. Mika moaned softly, and Brent smirked.
“You like that?”
“I like you.”
Brent growled again and pushed Mika’s knee down. He spread the man’s legs and slotted himself between them, pressing his whole body against Mika. He lifted the man up and wrapped his legs around his waist.
“When this is over, you’re not going back, you’re gonna be my new bitch.”
Mika couldn’t stop his face from twitching at that, and Brent noticed.
“What, you don’t want that? You don’t want this cock?”
“…I don’t want to be called a bitch,” Mika admitted slowly.
“Fine then,” Brent’s hands came down and squeezed Mika’s hips. “You’ll be my new cocksleeve. How’s that?” He smirked when Mika moaned at that. “Yeah? You wanna kaman escort be my new little fuckhole?”
“Please,” Mika gasped, holding the man tighter with his legs and rubbing against his body.
“Little slut like you, probably couldn’t wait to get me alone huh? ‘Looking for something to do,’ right? You’re gonna have ‘something to do’ for a long, long time.”
Brent pulled back just enough to lean down by Mika’s ear.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.”
Mika moaned, feeling the large cock grinding away at his ass as he rolled against Brent. He wasn’t lying when he’d said it’d been months. Truthfully? It’d been at least a year.
He threw his arms around the man pressing in on him and clung to him. Brent wrapped his arms around him too, and ground his cock up into the willing body beneath him. Mika barely registered being pulled away from the wall, and then gasped when he was pressed into the bed. Brent loomed over him and smirked.
“Right where you belong.”
Brent leaned down and pressed his mouth against Mika’s neck, sucking marks into the pale skin. One of Mika’s hands came up and held him there. Brent rumbled into Mika’s throat, and trailed down to his shoulder. He bit down and the man beneath him arched, eyes blown wide open and gasping.
“Fucking sensitive, aren’t you? Perfect.” Brent pulled back and smirked down at Mika, his pupils dilated as he took in the man splayed out beneath him.
Mika felt hands trail up his shirt, running over his stomach and along his hips. Brent came back down and started working him over with his mouth again, and Mika was lost in the feeling of hot breath and lips on his skin. He was so caught up in the feeling that he didn’t realize where Brent’s hands where until he felt the man freeze over top of him. Mika tensed up immediately.
“…where’s your dick?” Brent asked slowly.
“…I don’t have one.”
“Did it like… did you get injured?”
“No, I was just born without one.”
“Oh.” Brent pulled back again, and Mika felt his blood go cold as he looked into the other man’s eyes.
“Is that a problem?”
Brent blinked, and then smiled devilishly.
“Nope. Just means I can top without worrying about prepping you.”
Mika’s heartrate picked right back up as Brent dove down and latched on to the spot he had bitten earlier, running his teeth over the mark before finally taking Mika’s mouth. The dark haired man moaned into the kiss as Brent unbuttoned his tactical pants.
“So that’s why you don’t like being called a bitch,” he panted when they broke apart. “Anything else I should be aware of?”
“I call my dick, well, a dick. I don’t mind other words, but that’s what I usually call it.”
“Hmm. And how about this?”
Mika felt a finger brush over the fabric just beneath his dick and he sucked in a breath.
“My hole. Same deal. I don’t mind other words.”
“Can I fuck it?”
“PLEASE,” Mika reached down and pressed Brent’s hand to press on his hole over his briefs. “Holy shit, please.”
“Love it when you beg.” Brent chuckled as he fingered the growing wet spot in the fabric.
Mika squirmed beneath Brent’s hand, reaching up and pulling him down into another kiss. Brent dominated Mika, pulling back both his hands and pressing him into the mattress.
“I have condoms,” he murmured, rolling his hips into the man beneath him.
“Don’t want them.”
Brent growled at that and brought his hands to the hem of Mika’s shirt, roughly pulling it up and over until Mika’s arms were trapped in the fabric.
“I take it you’re clean?” Brent asked, rubbing along Mika’s chest, thumbing his nipples.
“Yeah, you?”
“Definitely.”
He then reached down to the bedside table and opened a drawer, pulling out a pair of leather cuffs. Mika’s breath quickened, and Brent smiled.
“What a filthy boy you are. I can’t wait to find out all the things you’re into.”
Brent pulled the shirt off Mika’s arms and then quickly rebound him in the cuffs. He pulled a small chain out from under a pillow, and as it clicked on the ring attached to the cuffs, Mika realized it was attached to the headboard.
“Maybe I’ll just keep you here. You’ll be my stress relief. Anytime I want to I’ll just come back here and fuck your hole. How’s that sound?”
Mika gasped and rolled his hips up. Brent chuckled and rested his a hand on Mika’s hip.
“Anything you want me to do in particular?”
The man tied up chewed his lip for a second.
Oh, fuck it, we’re just about all in anyway.
“…come inside me?”
There was a long pause, and all Mika could hear was the rush of blood in his ears.
“…you sure? Can’t you, like…?”
“It’s not super likely, but it’s possible, yeah. Do you not want that?”
Brent hummed, rubbing Mika’s hip as he thought about it.
“…you know what?” he finally asked.
“What?”
The man leaned his full weight onto Mika, and he could feel the hard erection pulsing even through their clothes.
“You’re mine now anyway, kapaklı escort might as well breed you too.”
With that Brent yanked down Mika’s pants and underwear, pulling them down and off his legs before resuming his previous position. Mika groaned and rolled his hips up, wincing slightly as he ground into the clothed erection above him.
“Normally I like head, but I think we’re gonna skip that for today. I’m sure a slut like you doesn’t mind, right?”
Before Mika could respond Brent was rubbing his dick, smirking down at the breathless man beneath him.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
He dipped a finger down and found Mika’s hole was soaking wet. Brent smirked again, and used two fingers to gather up Mika’s precum. Mika watched, panting, as Brent reached into his pants and pulled his cock out, jerking off and rubbing Mika’s pre onto himself.
“Fuck, this is definitely not how I thought my day would go.”
He took Mika’s mouth in a kiss again before he could respond, and Mika moaned into it. Brent broke away briefly, just long enough to take his shirt off, before diving back down. Brent rubbed his bare cock against Mika’s dick, bring his hand down to grip his hips and pull him into the motion. Mika gasped and groaned, wanting to wrap his arms around the man above him.
“Please, please, just fuck-“
Brent pulled back and smirked as he pressed his cock into Mika’s eager hole. Mika moaned, feeling the head enter him.
“I plan to.”
Mika looked down his body and watched Brent push his length into him slowly, feeling every inch pulse inside of him. Brent didn’t stop until their hips were pressed together, his balls flush against Mika’s ass.
“You weren’t kidding about not getting laid. You’re so damn tight.”
Mika nodded desperately as Brent started to thrust. The man wasted no time, and soon he was pounding harshly into Mika’s willing, vulnerable body.
“You’re mine,” he grunted, laying a hand at the hollow of Mika’s throat. He didn’t press down hard, Mika noted absently, just enough to assert his claim on him.
“Am I, now?”
“Yes, you are.”
Brent fell forward and pressed Mika down into the mattress, pounding hard into the man beneath him. Mika whimpered and pressed his body up against him, panting and groaning.
Gotta undo these cuffs.
Brent didn’t notice Mika’s hand scrabbling against his restraints, too busy kissing and sucking the man’s neck as he filled his hole. Mika had the cuffs undone after a minute, and then wrapped his arms around the man fucking him. Brent was surprised, but kept pounding away.
“Guess I need better cuffs.”
“What for? I’m not going anywhere.”
“Not right now, no,” Brent pressed his face to Mika’s collarbone and bit down, smirking as he yelped. “But I don’t plan on letting you leave after this.”
Shit, he serious?
Before Mika could reply, Brent abruptly stopped thrusting. He brought a hand down to Mika’s dick and started to stroke it. Mika waited for a moment, and then realized that Brent wasn’t doing anything else. He opened his eyes to see Brent had pulled back a little to watch him.
“What are you doing?”
Brent smiled, and only stroked Mika faster. The coil in his gut tightened, and he knew an orgasm was coming. He was about to tell Brent this when the man stopped.
“Fuck, what gives?”
Immediately Brent started stroking him again, watching as the man beneath him panted and groaned. He stopped again before Mika could finish.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” Mika growled.
Brent pulled out of him and leaned back down, pressing his forearm against Mika’s chest.
“Beg for it.”
“Oh?” Mika smirked, reaching up to grab Brent’s cock. “You want me to beg?”
Brent pushed down on Mika’s chest, leaning his body weight into it. He ghosted his fingers over Mika’s dick, and Mika couldn’t help the way his eyes fluttered shut.
“Beg,” Brent whispered, alternating between slow strokes and barely there touching.
“What – if I don’t – want to?”
Brent leaned in, his face hovering over him. Mika could feel his resolve fraying.
“I said, beg, you whore.”
“Please,” Mika gasped. “Please let me finish.”
“Hmm.” Brent pulled his hand away from Mika’s dick, and he would have complained if he didn’t feel the man’s hard, heavy cock press against his entrance again.
“Please, fuck, Brent, please don’t tease me like this.”
The man smiled wolfishly and immediately thrust back in, burying himself to the hilt inside of Mika. He didn’t resume touching him, however.
“Say that you’re mine.”
“What?”
“Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who owns this hole.”
That shouldn’t sound so hot.
“Please, Brent, just fuck me.”
Brent thrust once into him, and Mika nearly cried out in relief.
“Tell me,” Brent growled, finally stroking Mika again.
“… y-you do.”
“I do what?”
It felt like hours passed as Brent edged Mika like this. Soft strokes, single hard thrusts. Mika was losing it.
Fuck me.
“You own me!” he cried out at last.
“Damn right I do,” Brent snarled, pressing the heel of his palm against Mika. “I own this body now.”
Mika’s eyes shut tightly as he came hard, Brent roughly grinding his palm into his dick. When he finally came down, he opened his eyes to find the man smiling down at him.