"Fuck you," John spat, knowing the man wouldn't understand the word and not caring. "I'll never--" he bit the word off with a gasp as Crais twisted his fingers deep inside John. He wouldn't yell, he wouldn't yell....

The fingers gentled abruptly, then pushed forward to press against that wonderful spot inside him. John's cock stiffened, belying the mix of pain/pleasure that throbbed deep inside.

"Never--I'll never--" he groaned, his words incoherent. The worst part of it all was that the man could *see* what he was doing to John. It was like every naked-in-front-of-the-class dream had been rolled into one humiliating experience.

"You'll never what?" Crais bent over to whisper in John's ear, his breath hot on the back of John's neck. "Answer me."

Silence. John closed his eyes, willing himself not to writhe against the bed sheets, seeking fulfillment of the promise. The man's slick leather uniform was rough/soft on the back of John's legs. The urge to grind back into Crais was overwhelming.

And the fingers withdrew.

The horrible part of it was that he wanted them back. No no no no.... This is wrong. "I killed your brother." He gasped. Kill me, just kill me, don't grind me down like this, don't make me want you inside me. Don't. Please.

"Yes, you killed my brother."

John could hear the coldness in Crais' deep voice and shuddered despite himself.

"But not, as you appear to think, my sibling."

John twisted his head around to stare up at Crais. "What?"

"Tauvo was my friend and lover." Crais's warm hand stroked John's upraised ass. "I miss him. It has been too long--" and with that, he drove his fingers back inside, massaging.

John moaned, his cock getting harder with every stroke. No, this isn't happening, please this isn't happening....

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