Texas III part 11a
So this chapter isn't really finished. But I'm about to collapse, too much emotional drama and phsycial exhaustion. I wanted to go ahead and post though..I'm a roll and don't want to lose the steam *sheepish grin* Should have part b up sometime tomorrow. I hope ya'll enjoy anyways *bites lip* MC
Story title: Texas III
Rating: NC-17
Configurations : M/m
Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, BDSM, and anything else I can think of as I write it!
Note: There is fraternal incest, be aware
Word Count: Approx. 1,900
Summary: The conclusion of the Texas verse, Paul's Epilogue
Feedback: Is always welcome *grins*
Previous parts: for now are tagged at my journal here. The index page for the Texas series can be found here.
Texas watched his boy. Kyle knelt in perfect submission at his feet. His blonde head bowed, his long locks obscuring his face. The purple bruises on his biceps in sharp relief against the pale, creamy skin.
He had to bite back a shudder that rippled through him. He didn’t mind marking what was his when he was in total control. Kyle took what he dished out, giving him equilibrium, and giving the boy what he needed to let go and soar.
Texas did not shy away from violence. He wasn’t weak. But seeing those bruises, made him feel small. And Texas didn’t do small, ever.
“Kyle,” the blonde head snapped up, fear flashing in the purple depths. Texas nearly snarled at his choice of names. He had only called the boy Kyle on a handful of occasions, most of them bad or emotionally taxing.
“Up,” He snapped out the command. The boy stood naked between his thighs.
He could never get enough. This boy had become everything to him. Sal had lost Paul, boys were being taken, he knew he had put plans in place to keep his Kitten safe. But in his life, the world he lived in Kyle could be taken just as easily as Paul and Paris had been. He had finally spoken the word of love, but could he do the softer side of sex and show the boy with his body just how much he worshipped him? Without an off hand remark that would cheapen it.
Texas reached out and put his arm across Kyle’s shoulders. The purple orbs were narrowed, his boy not quite understanding what was going on. He bent and placed his other arm behind the boy’s knees and lifted.
Slender hands cupped his face. The boy didn’t need a voice, the question was loud and clear. Texas ignored it for now, caring the boy to their bedroom. Their bedroom, their life, Texas mused. He laid the lean body on the bed and sat beside him.
Now Kyle was worried, he thought. His boy was turning on his side, no doubt looking for ways to serve his master. Texas was going to show him that this master could also serve. He knew he was a selfish bastard, growing up under his father’s thumb. He learned to protect the core of himself from Georgia’s machinations. He knew cruelty, surviving in world of bullets and blood, molded by Carnegie.
He suspected he was going to be right. He knew he who was behind the snatching. It was time for a showdown. He would need all of his instincts that allowed him to rise to the top of the syndicate. He would have to be Texas, feared by all and answer to no one.
But, now in the shadowed dark, that wasn’t him; he was neither Carnegie nor his fucking asshole of a father. He might think Salvatore weak by letting his emotions rule his judgment when it came to Paul. But in the end, he was no different. Kyle was the true master. Being the subject of the boy’s shrewd looks, Texas had a feeling that would come as no surprise to the orphan mute who survived through his brother’s love and blossomed under Texas’ command.
No, he didn’t do romance. Candles, wine, and flowers had no place in his life. Kyle would have thought he had lost his mind if even tried. But there were other ways of showing the boy, his heart and his surrender.
He stood at the bedside, shaking his head when Kyle went to sit up. He undressed slowly. His movements, normally methodical and efficient, were slow. Looking at the boy from beneath his lashes, Kyle’s lips were parted in surprise.
Texas pushed Kyle flat by laying over the boy. He pushed the pale strands back before cupping the beautiful face within his palms. He kissed Kyle. Not taking, not possessing, but drinking from the sweet taste and exploring every nook and cranny. The ridge of his mouth, his tongue, and going as deep as he could go into the wet cavern. When he pulled back, the narrow chest was heaving silently.
He used his fingertips, tracing over slopes and ridges. The sharp collar bones, the soft nipples, the flat plains of stomach, the shallow dip of navel, the points of hip bones, the expanse of hairless groin, the stalk of the slender, dripping cock, the round weights of hairless balls.
Kyle parted his thighs, his eyes following his master’s movements. Such a good slave, Texas thought off handedly, from day one. Even as his Kitten shook with fear that first day, his responses and instincts had been flawless.
The lube was cool against the heated pucker of flesh. The gooseflesh rippled against the creamy skin of Kyle’s thighs. Texas’ dark eyes were focused on the boys, purple meeting brown. The blonde head tipped back when his fingers slide deep inside the well-known body. There wasn’t an inch of the boy that he did not know. He exploited the knowledge watching Kyle fight his instinct to rut against his fingers as he kept up the torture to the tiny gland.
Purple eyes shot daggers, the need stark. Texas leaned down and kissed the base of the straining cock. “Not tonight, boy,” he whispered against the heated flesh, watching it twitch. “Tonight is about your pleasure, we’ve never done this. Take what you need, come when ready, Kyle.”
He returned to stretching the opening but something was off. Skimming his eyes upward, he was surprised to see that the erection had wilted and Kyle’s face was drawn. Tears leaked from the boy’s eyes down into his hair.
Texas had to force himself not to snatch his hands away. He knew he hadn’t hurt Kyle, what the fuck was going on? He pushed himself over the boy’s body once again.
“Look at me,” He kept his voice low and dark, a sound that his Kitten would know and respect.
Watery pools gazed up, dread, fear, and a look of resignation surprise Texas. “What are you afraid of?”
The boy kept his body completely still, his eyes lowering. Texas reached down and squeezed the ice cold hand. This was so unexpected, he was at a loss. If it had been when Paul was still with them, maybe, but not now.
“Look at me,” he repeated. He studied the boy. They had been together for such a long time. He could read the boy easily, and if he took his time, every nuance gave him understanding as well.
Texas reached up and wiped the tears away. “You are afraid of me for the first time.”
Kyle blinked and nodded his head.
“You don’t understand what I am doing to you and because you don’t understand it, you fear it.”
The purple orbs shuttered close and again the boy nodded.
“Change in our world is never good. You think something is wrong. First bruising you in anger and now taking you in away I’ve never done. You think this is the end, don’t you?” Texas felt surprise catch him unaware.
Again, Kyle nodded slowly.
“Like hell,” he rumbled, crushing his mouth against his boy’s. He pressed his knee between the slender thighs, the pressure causing them to spread wide. “You are mine, Kyle. Mine always.” He plunged himself to the root into the boy’s body. Hissing as the tight vise closed around him.
Kyle’s back arched at the sudden intrusion. His lips parted in a silent scream. Texas growled and rode the small body hard, pounding his possession deep. He staked his claim and marked Kyle as his own.
But in the aftermath, it was different. It was he that lay in the slender arms, his head resting on the narrow chest. Slender fingers carding through his hair instead of the other way around, he kissed the boy’s nipple before looking up.
“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” His words hestitant, emotions could fuck you up. “I just thought you might like, well, want…” His eyes traveled to the bruise. He covered it with his hand loosely.
Kyle cupped his face. The boy frowned as he looked over at the nightstand. They no longer kept paper and pencils there because of the comm device. The device however was on his desk in his office.
He watched the boy take a deep breath and lift his hands. He touched Texas’ hair and then his own.
His forehead puckered. This was the way Kyle communicated with Paul. He frowned, his hair, his Kitten’s hair. Then Kyle poked him in the chest.
“Paul?” Kyle shook his head, “Sal?”
The boy’s lips twitched upward. He nodded. Then he seemed to study Texas for along time. He pointed to his hair once again then pointed to Texas, he shook his head back and forth.
“I’m not Sal,” He said slowly. He heard the one sided converstations that Paul had had with Kyle, and this seemed like it he was close.
Kyle’s grin got bigger. He then touched his hair and then gestured to his long pale strands, and shook his head in the same way.
Ah. “And you aren’t Paul.” A nod. He pointed to his chest and shook his head. He then reached out and cupped Texas face and his face going serious and nodding his head. “I’m not sure I follow, Kitten.”
The boy bit his lip. He scooted up onto his knees and gestured to his narrow chest. Pointing over his heart, he drew a heart and shook his head. He then cupped Texas’ face and nodded slowly.
“You don’t need the romance.” Texas said hoarsely as Kyle nodded, “You need me.”
Kyle pointed to him and nodded. A light dawned, “You need me to be me.” The nod of affirmation was sharp. “If I’m not me with you, you think I don’t need you any more. You thought I was casting you aside, by being different. Someone who I am not.”
The boy leaned into his chest, burrowing into his neck.
“I was stupid.” He could feel Kyle’s head shake in negation. He felt the uncertainty boil in his gut. What if his boy was taken? “I don’t want to lose you.” He bit out. “I don’t want you to ever question how I feel about you.”
Kyle moved back. And Texas knew the boy got it. The fucked up situation had changed Paul and Sal’s relationship. Kyle pointed to himself and then to Texas.
“You are mine, Kitten. I will never let you go.” He growled out. The boy relaxed into his arms.
What a fucked up situation, Texas thought as he stretched them out and covered them with a blanket. But he and Kitten were definitely on the same page.
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J.B. punched the bag and watched it swing. He followed its movements and punched again. He wished he could inflict it upon himself.
What the fuck was he going to do about Alex? So far they had shared kisses and dates. But after attempted kidnapping he felt like he had failed him. Alex still followed him with hopeful golden eyes.
It was such a fucking mess. He needed to be doing his job. Guarding Paul’s back, but Brooks had told him none to gently that he could cover Sal and Paul without his help. It had felt like he had been put in his place.
Alex had hugged him and suggested that they watch a movie together and order in. Not go out, because J.B. couldn’t protect him. The boy hadn’t said it, but he felt it.
Fuck.
The bag rebounded on him, knocking him off balance.
A low smooth laugh drifted on the air. Shit. The last thing he needed was Frank.