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Sylus let out a soft groan at the sensation of teeth gently scraping his shoulder blade. He pushed back against the cool hands exploring the broad expanse of his back.
"Didn't I tire you out enough earlier sweetie?," he rumbled sleepily.
"I'm sure you did, but I know for a fact that you don't mind being woken up for another round."
Sylus' breath stuttered and he felt a heat start to simmer low in his belly. The voice was Zayne's but lower, rougher, with an edge to it that caused even the mighty Relentless Conquerer, the feared leader of Onynichinus, to give pause. His heart pounded in his chest, weather from excitement or fear he wasn't sure.
"Dawnbreaker." The name slid from his lips like honey. The first time he'd experienced Dawnbreaker he was sure he was dreaming, a sexy, rough, desire fueled dream. But the cum leaking from him the next morning and the new marks and bruises on Zayne were more then enough to prove it wasn't all a dream.
The second time he refused to let Zayne, Dawnbreaker, touch him. Zayne had woken up disoriented and confused in the middle of Sylus arguing with the Dawnbreaker.
That's when Zayne took a sleep study, he must be sleepwalking or talking in his sleep. Those results showed nothing out of the ordinary. Next he consulted a therapist, perhaps his PTSD had started to manifest as an alternate personality. Still nothing.
The third time the Dawnbreaker made himself known Sylus tried to reason with him. Unfortunately all he learned was that Dawnbreaker was damn good at disarming him and had almost seduced him. Sylus had refused the phantom once again but this time Dawnbreaker argued that he must be there for a reason, to give Sylus something Zayne couldn't.
Sylus had refused to believe that, Zayne was his everything, he didn't need more. Zayne himself countered that his subconscious must have seen something they were both missing and what would it hurt for Sylus to take advantage of his willing lover?
So now every few weeks Dawnbreaker would show while Zayne slumbered peacefully. At least that's what Sylus has been told by both versions of Zayne, that he slept undisturbed while his body and subconscious mind enjoyed themselves.
Tonight was no different.
"What can I do for you Dawnbreaker?", the same song and dance, Sylus tries to keep the upper hand, control over the situation, but ultimately he knows he's at the others mercy. Mercy that is in short supply.
"You know what you can do.", the phantom purrs, already maneuvering Sylus to his lie on his back. "You can do exactly. As. You're. Told.", each word is punctuated by a bite.
Sylus tried not to wirthe against the pain. His inhale sharp. He felt the fuzzy buzz of pleasure as Dawnbreaker soothed the bites with his tongue. He worked his way up Sylus' body, sucking deep bruising marks and leaving hot open mouth kisses as he went. It was a mix of possession and worship.
When their mouths crashed together it was more teeth and a fight for dominance then the slow passionate surrender Sylus was used to. Despite it still being Zayne, Dawnbreaker tasted different, while Zayne was mint and whatever sweet he'd had last, Dawnbreaker was coffee and caramel. Instead of soft nips he endured broken skin and the taste of copper. Sylus found himself drowning in the pain pleasure given to him by the phantom that inhabited his lover.
Dawnbreaker pulled back as Sylus wound his fingers in his raven hair. With one last lick to Sylus' lips he sat back, watching the hazy look over take usually bright clear crimson eyes.
"You're already being so good for me tonight.", he brushed his long elegant fingers over Sylus' mouth, tapping gently to signal that he wanted him to open up.
Sylus opened his mouth without a second thought, his tongue already chasing the tips of Zayne's fingers.
"So greedy for me." Sylus fought the urge to moan as Dawnbreaker pet his tongue, "You know what to do, don't fight it."
Sylus closed his lips as he swirled his tongue over the cool digits. He sucked and lapped and tried not to drool but his mouth watered at the taste of Zayne's skin. Dawnbreaker reached down with his free hand and took ahold of Sylus half hard cock, stroking just enough to rile him up but not enough for any relief.
"Give in to it.", Zayne's breath is hot against his ear. He finally released the moan he'd been biting back, his body relaxing and tensing in turn. He loved the slow torture, the sadistic build up, being given everything he wanted but not enough of what he needed.
Dawnbreaker slowly pulled his fingers from Sylus' mouth, running them over his lips. Without a word he took Sylus' legs and put them over his shoulders, teasing his spit covered fingers around his hole.
"Look at you, already a wreck and I haven't even started. Did the good doctor not take care of you tonight?"
Sylus shot a glare at the man above him, he hated when Dawnbreaker talked about Zayne, not only would he not stand for anyone disrespecting his lover but it was so confusing to hear Zayne's voice, see his face, speak disparagingly about himself. He opened his mouth to retort, but it cut off into a hiss through his teeth as two fingers entered him without warning.
The burning stretch wasn't too bad, on the side of painful pleasure, it helped that he was still loose from earlier. Dawnbreaker set an achingly slow pace, his hand abandoning Sylus' cock in favor of sliding up his chest. He watched the sliver haired man through lidded eyes, head tilted up just slightly, a smirk on his lips.
"Tell me bossman", he says the title with ironic amusement, "how do you want it? Are you already too far gone for me to have any real fun?"
Sylus fought through the haze, he wanted this, wanted what he knew was coming, but he wouldn't get it if he let himself slip too far too soon. Dawnbreaker didn't want an obedient willing submissive, he wanted fight, a challenge, he wanted Sylus to bite back, but he only wanted it if Sylus did. He never forced, never pushed too far, there were unspoken rules the two had set and they both made sure they played by them. Boundaries could be pushed but never crossed. Sylus could end this here and now, get fucked hard and fast, and go back to sleep and wake up to Zayne in the morning. But he needed this. Needed to be broken, to be tamed, to be claimed in the most primal way possible. So he gave Dawnbreaker exactly what he needed.
Without a word he used his evol to pull Dawnbreaker back down, tangling a hand in his hair, crashing back into a rough kiss. He felt the other man smile as he relaxed against him, his fingers curling just right to make Sylus arch against him. He bit down on Zayne's bottom lip until fresh copper bloomed across his tongue, sucking to milk the flavor.
Dawnbreaker groaned, pulling the hand out of his hair and pinning it to the bed. As they pulled apart a shiny pinkish string of salvia connected their lips. He smirked as he achingly slowly pulled his fingers out of Sylus causing a disgruntled rumble to vibrate through his chest. He waved his hand in front of his face expectantly.
Sylus let his mouth fill with saliva before spitting into Dawnbreakers waiting hand. Dawnbreaker used the still pink tinted spit to slick his cock before teasing the head against Sylus. In the back of his mind he heard Zayne's lectures on the importance of proper lubricant and how spit was unhygienic but he found himself craving this moment. There was something wonderfully filthy about it.
"Hmmm I think I changed my mind.", Dawnbreaker pulled back suddenly.
"What the fuck you basta-", Sylus was cut off as he was pulled into Zayne's lap.
"Oh don't worry, you'll get your fill greedy crow, but you're going to have to work for it."
Sylus frowned, riding Dawnbreaker sounded like gaining too much control over the situation, there had to be a catch. A catch he was looking forward to finding.
Slowly he lined Dawnbreaker back up and shank down, the burn just enough to make his eyes roll back into his head. Both men groaned as skin became flush with skin. Dawnbreaker didn't give Sylus a chance to adjust, grabbing him by the hips and moving his at a fast pace, thrusting up to meet him.
There's the catch. He wasn't expected to work for it, he was expected to hang on for dear life while he was used as a toy. A toy who's prostate was being slammed onto with every thrust.
"Fuuuuuuuuck.",Sylus was trying to hold back his orgasm, he didn't want to come so quickly like a blushing virgin.
Dawnbreaker grinned, leaning into his neck. "You're losing your bite already? Shame, but I still have plenty of ideas for tonight that don't require your fight." The kisses he left on Sylus' neck were almost tender.
Sylus shuddered, he felt like his brain was turning to soup, the man pounding into him knew exactly how to move to hit every perfect spot within him. He clawed at his back, desperate to hold on to something, to ground himself even if for just a moment.
"Do you trust me?", it was whispered so sweetly in his ear he almost swore it was Zayne who asked it.
"I...I'm not sure."
"Have I ever given you a reason not to?", this question was followed by a sharp bite to his ear lobe. Sylus growled, the pain should have been enough of a reason not to trust him but it was also the reason Sylus did. Every bite, every scratch, every painful moment led Sylus to unreachable highs. The dragon in him needed teeth and claws and confrontation, to meet his match and feel rightfully claimed by his mate.
He swallowed hard. His finger found their way back into the soft hair at the nape of Zayne's neck.
"I...yeah, yes, I trust you.", This was still somewhere deep down his Zayne, the one person he would hand over everything to, Onynichinus, his riches, his very life to.
Dawnbreaker just hummed in approval. He gathered his evol into the palm of his hand. An elegant, beautiful letter Z formed, wrapped in thorns and jasmine. He held it up for Sylus to see.
"I only ask that you don't use your evol." He said it simply. Understanding dawned on Sylus through the haze of pleasure as he continued to have his insides rearranged. Excitement overrode logic at the prospect of being marked, being so thoroughly claimed. He didn't even realize he was begging until Dawnbreaker pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
"This will hurt.", he purred against his lips. "But I want the whole world to know that you're mine."
Sylus worked at keeping his breathing steady as Dawnbreakers free hand gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises. He snapped his hips up in a punishing rhythm. Sylus felt ready to tip over the edge.
"Close. So close.", He gasped.
Dawnbreaker didn't leave him on the edge long. Taking the frozen letter and dropping the temperature dangerously low he pressed his palm against Sylus' hip, right where thigh met body.
Sylus roared in pain but shook in pleasure as he came hard, untouched, between their bodies. Hot sticky ropes juxtaposed frozen flesh. He trembled in Dawnbreakers hold, now gentle and warmer then before.
Sylus whined pitifully as Dawnbreaker keep moving inside him, not as rough but still chasing his own high. He pawed at his shoulders, silently begging for a moment to recover.
"Shh, you're doing beautifully for me. Just hold on a bit longer. I promise.", a sweet kiss was pressed to his temple was the pace grew quicker again.
Over stimulated tears sprang to his eyes, each hard thrust was met with a soft gasp, he dug his nails into Zayne's back leaving little red crescents in his wake.
"Almost... almost there.", Dawnbreaker sounded practically affectionate as he reached between them stroking Sylus' spent cock back to life, his hand still shockingly cold grounding Sylus slightly.
Sylus let out a sob. Despite having just come he was hard again. He felt like he was losing his sanity. Pain throbbed at his hip, icy hot, alternating between dull and sharp with every thrust. The coil in his belly tightening again as he neared his finish so soon.
Dawnbreaker threw Sylus back against the mattress, folding his legs almost to his ears. He latched onto his neck, kissing the pulse point, feeling how Sylus' heart hammered. The new angle let him hit deeper causing Sylus to cry out and thrash around as if to throw him off.
"Ple-please... I can't...ah!", Sylus wasn't one to beg but the pain of overstimulation was driving him to insanity. He wanted more but couldn't take it. His hands pushed at Zayne's shoulders, while his head rolled to give him more access. He whimpered pitifully.
"You can, I know you can, just a hold on for me, you're doing so well.", Dawnbreaker panted into his neck, losing his own control.
He pinned one of Sylus' hands to the bed intertwining their fingers together. He felt his own finish rush up without warning, hips losing their punishing rhythm, he pressed his nose into the crook of Sylus' neck as his evol flared. Sylus screamed in pain as an ice spike drove it way through his hand, blood soaking the mattress beneath.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.", even Dawnbreaker couldn't believe his loss of control. His hips still rolled into Sylus, still riding through his orgasm.
Sylus came again weakly, clutching his bloodied hand to Zayne's like a lifeline. Finally Dawnbreaker stilled. They laid tangled a mess of sweat, cum, spit, and blood. The ice in Sylus' hand slowly disappeared. He let his eyes drift shut, his uninjured hand wrapping loosely around Zayne's waist.
He waited for Zayne's breathing to even out, the sign Dawnbreaker had left but the man on top of him still panted against his skin. He felt himself start to drift out of consciousness only to be pulled back by the sensation of being wiped off. He cracked an eye open to see the bedsheet, previously pulled loose and balled up on the end of the bed, being used to carefully clean between his legs, over his sweat tacky skin. A furrow graced Dawnbreaker's brow, he had never before attempted aftercare with Sylus.
"What're you doing?", Sylus asked, his voice hoarse and raw.
Dawnbreaker refused to meet his eyes, throwing the sheet to the floor. "What's it look like?"
It looked like he was taking care of Sylus but that couldn't be right. These nights never ended like this. They ended with his sweet Zayne sleeping in his arms as he used his evol to heal the worst of the bruises. Never with Dawnbreaker running his fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it back from his forehead, like he was right now.
Sylus just stared at the man. Dawnbreaker finally met his gaze. There was a softness there that he'd never seen before.
"I...", he cleared his throat, "I want to take care of you, in more then just the usual way. I want you to know...I do care about you. This started as just sex but now... there's a reason I branded you, put a visible claim on you. I belong to you and you, in whatever way you'll allow me to have you, belong to me."
Dawnbreaker reached for the bottle of water Zayne kept on his nightstand, helping Sylus sit up enough to drink without choking. As he swallowed Sylus cupped Dawnbreaker's face, rubbing his thumb across his cheek gently.
"You're part of Zayne, I don't understand how, but that means you already have my heart. I wouldn't have done any of this if I didn't care about you. You're not my Zayne but you are mine. You understand the parts of me he doesn't.", Sylus pressed a soft kiss to Dawnbreaker's forehead, feeling the other man almost melt into the tender touch.
"Rest. The doctor will probably have quite the lecture for you in the morning." Dawnbreaker cuddled into Sylus' arms closing his eyes peacefully. Soon his breathing evened out.
Carefully sliding out of his embrace Sylus made his way to the bathroom, closing the door and turning on the light. He stared at himself in the full length mirror, red black mist already swirling over broken skin from bites, bruises, and marks left from nails dug into skin. The hole in his hand slowly closed as skin, tendons, and bones stitched back together. He held off from the cold brand on his hip.
He knew Zayne would freak out if he saw it, knowing it was his evol that had done the damage, knew he should just heal it, but the dragon in him purred at the sight. It wasn't a mating mark left with teeth but it felt the same. He was Zayne's, every version of Zayne's. He brushed his fingers over the raised angry skin. He ran his evol over it just enough to dull some of the lingering pain but no where near enough to heal. It would scar, he'd wear it proudly, already looking forward to Dawnbreaker's reaction to him leaving it unhealed.
He returned to bed, picking the long abandoned duvet off of the floor and covering his lover, his whole world, up with it was he pulled him close. He smirked, looking forward to the loving lecture he'd get in the morning.