Chapter 11:
At midnight:
The second floor was wrapped in silence.
Cassian walked slowly down the dim hallway, the soft sound of his footsteps echoing faintly against the polished floor.
Most of the residents were already asleep, their doors shut, their lights turned off. The night felt unusually calm—quiet, peaceful, almost too still.
Cassian held a document in his hand, his eyes scanning the words as he walked.
The faint yellow lights above flickered slightly, casting long shadows along the corridor.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed his wrist.
Before he could react, he was pulled into a nearby room. The door shut behind him with a soft click.
The air in the dimly lit room was thick with a heavy, electric tension, broken only by the sound of ragged breathing. Cassian's head was tilted back, his throat exposed as Theo pressed into the crook of his neck. The kisses were frantic—possessive marks of a man who didn't care for permission.
"Mmm... Ahhh... Theo, don't do this," Cassian managed to gasp out, his voice a strained whisper that betrayed his own rising heat. "You'll wake the others..."
"Don't worry," Theo murmured against his skin, his voice dropping into a dangerous, velvet growl. "They won't hear a thing."
With a sudden, sharp glint of metal, Theo produced a knife. Before Cassian could process the threat, the blade caught the fabric of his shirt, slicing through it with a clean, terrifying precision. The fabric fell away, revealing Cassian's broad, muscular chest.
Theo didn't wait. He leaned in, taking one peak into his mouth while his fingers found and pinched the other with a sharp, bruising intensity. Cassian's back arched, a loud, uncontrolled moan tearing from his throat. His hands flew to Theo's hair, not to push him away, but to drag him even closer, his fingers tangling in the strands.
The dynamic shifted in an instant. Theo pulled back, a smug look of dominance in his eyes. Cassian didn't hesitate; he sank to his knees, his movements desperate as he fumbled with the button of Theo's jeans. When the denim fell, Cassian stared up at him, his pupils blown wide. He swallowed hard before taking him in.
The room grew quiet, save for the wet, rhythmic sounds of the act. Theo's hands clamped onto Cassian's head, his knuckles white as he guided the pace, pushing deeper and deeper. Tears began to prick at the corners of Cassian's eyes, a physiological response to the lack of air, yet he didn't pull back. He leaned into the intensity, meeting Theo's aggressive rhythm with a primal compliance.
Theo's breath hitched, his thrusts becoming faster, more frantic, until he finally bottomed out with one last, forceful push.
When Theo finally stepped back, his voice was cold and commanding. "On the bed. Now."
Cassian obeyed instantly. He stripped the remains of his clothes and climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself on all fours, his body trembling with anticipation. Behind him, Theo let out a dark, satisfied smirk at the sight of him.
Without a word of warning, Theo entered him with one brutal, unrelenting thrust. Cassian's initial scream was sharp, cutting through the silence of the room, but as Theo began to move with a ruthless, rhythmic violence, the scream dissolved into a series of jagged, needy moans. He didn't just endure the intensity—he craved the weight of Theo's control.
The friction of skin against skin was the only sound in the room, a rhythmic slapping that punctuated Cassian's broken cries. Theo's hands were clamped firmly onto Cassian's hips, his fingers digging into the muscle, leaving blooming marks that claimed every inch of him.
Theo didn't offer gentleness; he offered a raw, overwhelming presence that filled Cassian completely. With every heavy, driving lunge, Cassian's chest hit the mattress, his arms trembling as he struggled to keep himself upright.
"Look at me," Theo commanded, his voice a low, jagged rasp.
Cassian strained, twisting his neck to look back over his shoulder. His face was flushed, his eyes glazed with a mixture of exhaustion and primal Need. The sight only seemed to fuel Theo's intensity. Theo reached forward, grabbing Cassian's chin and forcing their mouths together in a kiss that tasted of salt and desperation.
The pace shifted from frantic to agonizingly deep. Theo began to grind against him, seeking out the exact spots that made Cassian's toes curl into the sheets.
Cassian's moans turned into a high, keening sound, his head falling forward as his strength finally gave out. He collapsed onto his stomach, but Theo didn't stop, pinning him down with the weight of his body and continuing the relentless assault.
"You're mine," Theo hissed into his ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Say it."
"Yours," Cassian choked out, his voice cracking. "Always yours."
The admission triggered the end. Theo's grip tightened until it was borderline painful, his movements becoming short, sharp bursts of friction. He buried his face in the crook of Cassian's neck once more, biting down on the sensitive skin just as his body tensed and locked.
Cassian let out one final, breathless sob as he felt the heavy heat of Theo's release. They stayed like that for a long moment—tangled, sweating, and breathless—the silence of the room returning, heavy with the scent of their encounter. Theo didn't pull away immediately; he stayed draped over Cassian's back, a silent, heavy reminder of who held the power in the room.
*:..｡o To be continue o｡..:*