Texas II part 15
This was very hard to write. So if it seems odd just bear with me. I had to get over this particular point before I could move on and the words did not come very easily. I promise it will get better (the writing not the story) soon. Please be gentle.
Title: Texas II
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
Sal sighed and nodded. To say what he saw when the two men entered shocked him was an understatement.
Nick was dressed in a simple suit and carried a lead that connected to the collar around the younger man’s neck.
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Greg followed submissively, dressed in simple black pants and sandals. His slender chest was bare with the wavy brown hair resting against his collar. When Nick sat the younger man knelt gracefully and leaned in against the strong thigh. Sal could see the chocolate brown orbs were at half mast signally that Greg was deep into his subspace.
“Sal,” Nick said quietly.
He felt his mouth go dry. He had never seen his former lover with the air of authority. In a moment he could see Nick topping his lover and felt his groin tingle. Salvatore sat back and hugged himself.
“I have your evidence,” he spat, “why are you here.”
“Sal,” Nick said again with more control that had Greg sighing quietly. Sal watched as Nick tugged the man’s hair and Greg went limp. “You have a lot of ground to cover with Paul. I think that you understand the mechanics of what Cromwell did to break him, intellectually.”
Sal hissed.
“Let me finish. You have a love for that kid that I never thought you would find. A love that has the potential to complete you for the rest of your days, man,” Nick’s southern accent got thicker, “But for that to happen he has to be more than just your boy. He will have to forgive that you fucked another. Cromwell broke the kid's faith in both his brother and you.”
The blonde haired man pushed himself out of his chair groaning at the pain searing his chest. He waved Nick off and paced slowly.
“Let me guess, you told him you would be faithful.” Nick eased Greg into his lap and kissed his neck. The next few moments would be very painful and Greg had requested to be in his subspace. “I cheated on Greg.” And he felt his partner curl into him.
Sal just stared at the Texan with shock. Nick had always preached fidelity during their relationship and when Salvatore had gotten itchy feet, they ended it. To hear that he had cheated on the man he held in his lap was mystifying.
“It took a long time for him to forgive me, to trust me to give him what he needed again. It’s obvious what type of relationship we have but this is not everything. Greg is very successful and I trust him with not only my heart but my life as well. I may be his Dom but he holds the control in our realtionship.” He pulled Greg close and whispered in his ear, “Come up for me.”
Sal shivered at the dark tone in Nick’s voice and the resulting whine that Greg gave. He watched as Greg slowly came around and burrowed in to Nick’s broad chest.
“Its okay, G, its okay baby,” Nick turned him where he faced Sal. “He needs to hear your side of this, I’ve already said it.” Just being reminded of Nick's infidelity pained Greg greatly. He even hated to hear the words.
“Hello Mr. Alonzo,” Greg said quietly and Sal could see why his former lover had fell for the man. He was breathtaking. He leaned into the embrace that held him.
“It nearly broke me when Nicky, " He gulped audibly, "cheated, not only did he sleep with some else, he slept with a female prostitute. It took a long time for me to trust that Nicky could love me and only me. It about killed me when he told me about her.” Greg looked down until Nick tipped his head back and kissed him. “If your boy is a true submissive you have quite a road to travel to get him to trust you again. I’m a switch and Nick let me take out all the agony I felt on him. When I saw how he would take the abuse willingly as long as I did not leave him it helped to settle me once again. It also showed me that I could stand on my own within our relationship.”
He licked his lips, “I need what Nicky gives me, stability, safety, and love. I know I can fall as far as I need to because he’s there to catch me. The trust did not happen over night but it did happen. Nick showed me that I was capable in my own right. He’s my master,” Greg said easily as he peered into his lover’s brown eyes, “but he’s also my partner and my lover. He gives me the space to be my own man. Paul won’t understand that in the beginning and if you are a very possessive man, you won’t either. But your sub will need to find himself again, find his love for you again, trust you again to hand over that kind power once again.” He shuddered and buried his face in Nick’s neck.
As the older man rubbed his lover’s back, he pinned Sal with a stare. “Your relationship with Texas does not bode well for what we are suggesting. You inhabit a world of power, greed, and control. You are going to have to give Paul time, Sal, or risk losing him forever.”
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Time, he thought with a snarl. He ached for Paul. But his recent visit to Texas’ penthouse had been a disaster.
It had taken the little golden brat to coax in his lover into the same room with him only for his boy to ignore not only him but Kyle as well. He knew it was the bastard Cromwell's infulence and that burned. To know that his lover had lost faith in him and he was the one that provided the ammunition to break him. Texas garnered an instinctive response from Paul that caused the pain in his chest to mount that had nothing to do with his bullet wound.
Kyle’s sad eyes that looked to him for help did not make it any better.
He saw red again. The younger boy seemed to sense Paul’s unease and had pulled him into an embrace that Paul accepted. The way his boy leaned into the brat’s arms was sincere not mechanical. Yet when approached him, Paul had pulled himself into a perfect kneel and his eyes went flat.
How he missed the lively sparkle in those beloved brown eyes. He wanted Paul back under his roof. How could make any progress with his lover across town curled around another boy?
He picked up his phone and stabbed the numbers viciously. He was bringing his boy home and he would not take no for an answer.
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Texas held his teary eyed Kitten. And felt a very real need to hurt Salvatore. Paul had only responded to his former master when the smaller boy had gently coaxed him forward. Texas could see the waves of rage rolling off of his friend and understood it well.
His boy lifted his device and keyed in a few words. He held it up for his master to read.
~This was a mistake, master.
Texas kissed his Kitten’s temple and pulled him closer. “I agree, but it’s out of our hands.”