Your Royal Majesty

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[stevenxblackwell]

Steven knew what he was doing. Or at least – he believed he did. He could have Alex fucking him in any position he could think of. Just bend him over a surface and fuck him from behind or lay down on a table only to have his former lover spread his legs and split him in half every time he would decide to move. But those were the easy positions. They would lack the intimacy he was seeking for. Yes, what he was planning was a double-edged blade for if he could see the look on Alex’s face, that would mean that Alex could see the look on his. There would be no more escape routes if he actually did that. If he straddled his former lover and rode him until Alex was a damn mess of moans and cries of bliss and pleasure. But he wanted to see. A part of him wanted to see whether or not his former lover still had feelings for him if this encounter would mean more to him than just a fuck for good old days…

And he wanted to torture Alex some more.

The Blackwell remained on top of Alex for what felt like forever. They were so damn close now, their naked bodies feeling one another, remembering how good they used to be when they were together. He could see the lust reflected in the King’s blue eyes just as much as Alex could see his own reflecting the exact same thing. They both WANTED this. The backlash that would come from this would be determined by how strong their willpower was. Would it be just a goodbye fuck? Steven contemplated that for a moment. He could just fuck Alex like never before, remembering the man who had broken his heart of how good they used to be together and how no one in that damned island – or out of it – would ever come close to being as good as he was. Ruin every single fuck that Alex would have after this… for no one would even come close to this. To be the one that defied him every step of the way. No one would ever be as equal to Alexander as he was.

There was a moment when Steven went silent – granting the King that brief respite where he would have some modicum of control to enter him. It… felt so fucking surreal. The moment Alexander pushed inside him – the moment he felt his former lover’s cock invade him yet again and send those shockwaves of pain and slight discomfort rushing all over him, all Steven could do was close his eyes. He remembered every single time they fucked. All those times when they would roll naked in a hotel bed and take turns fucking one another. The taste of Alex’s tongue was inside his mouth as they were drunk and hungry for one another. He remembered how it felt to be full – to have every inch of Alex buried balls deep inside him, making him feel like he was being split in half. And the sex would be so rough and yet so intimate, their hands linking, their eyes always seeking the other, their mouths craving for more of the other’s kissing.

He remembered everything as he felt Alex push deeper into him – his head tossed back as Steven grunted in a mixture of both pain and pleasure. Oh… he had missed this. It hurt because it had been so long since someone had ever fucked him – Alex had been the last all those years ago – his tightness clenching around the monstrous intrusion as his own cock throbbed and oozed, even more, precome all over Alex’s abs and chest. “I forgot how big you were.” And it felt fucking fantastic to have those waves of pain and pleasure shooting all over his body as Steven sat up straight, rolling his ass against the other man’s lap just to accommodate Alex inside of him and give himself some much needed time to adjust. And the more he could feel Alex throb inside of him… the more Steven would clench around the intrusion. That’s how things worked.

“You don’t need to remember shit.” Steven looked straight into Alex’s eyes and his right hand closed around his throat while the left moved back to support itself over one of his lover’s knees. “I’ll just fucking show you how a REAL man gets things done. Oh, and Lex…” As fingers clenched around the King’s throat, Steven leaned forward and brushed their lips together in a teasing fashion, sticking out his tongue to gently trail the edges of his lover’s mouth. “You have lost all privileges to come inside me. So be a good little boy… and let me know when you get close. I haven’t forgiven nor forgotten yet.” His body was pulled upright once more and Steven rolled his head a couple of times before he started to move. Slow for the first few seconds – just enough to accommodate himself and feel Alex’s pride slide in and out of him like the good old days. He wouldn’t bottom for just anyone – so Alex better enjoy that little trip down motherfucking Memory Lane. And once he was used to the size inside of him, all Steven could do was pick up the pace. From 0 to 100 in seconds as he impaled himself hard and fast on his lover’s erection, his grunts and growls filling the damn empty space around them as his fingers kept clenching around the King’s throat and knee.

[alexkingx]

Every encounter they’d had before tonight came rushing back into Alexander’s memory as he entered his former flame, all the nights when it was just the two of them rolling around, fucking each other senseless. How they’d take turns all night until they could barely even move, and then they’d just lay there spent in each others arms, promises of a future together on their tongues as they relished in the afterglow. Things were perfect back then, just the two of them taking on the entire world, nothing mattered outside of the two of them, but Alexander had fucked it all up. He had allowed their fathers to get into his head, threaten to take away the person he cared most about in the world, and it scared him deep down to his core. He thought he’d made the right choice, leave Steven so that he could continue to live, find someone else who could fill the void that the King had left, but that hadn’t been the case - he’d killed Steven the day he walked out on him, not their parents, he was the one who’d pulled the proverbial trigger and he hated himself for it.

Each sound that Steven made, every shift and movement of his body, it was all surreal - to be back in a moment where it was just the two of them, but Alexander knew tonight would come with a price. He wasn’t entirely sure what it would be yet, but he knew there’d be something to come down the pipes. This was not their happy reunion, and when he felt the others hand around his throat he couldn’t help but let out a hiss, but fuck if he didn’t absolutely love the display of power. Of course, leave it to Steven to still require the control in the situation, telling him that he was going to show him how a real man got it done. It was almost laughable, but it seemed Steven was one step ahead of Alexander in that department and as the King brother’s lips twitched to chuckle the hand sealed tighter around his neck. The kiss was sinister, but Alexander knew what his former flame was doing, the teasing, he was going to give him a ride of a lifetime and then just toss him aside like trash. This wasn’t special, they weren’t reunited, Alexander had to keep telling himself that this - what the two of them were doing - would have consequences.

Steven gave strict orders to tell him before he came, and although Alex could be an absolute shit and refuse he simply gave him a silent nod. So he hadn’t had the privilege of emptying his balls into his former lover anymore, so be it, the fact he had him riding his cock in the first place after all these years would have to suffice. He leaned his body back against the chair giving the other more space to maneuver on top of him, a soft moan as he felt his former flame start to move, building up his rhythm so that he could accommodate the intrusion. Fucking hell, after all these years, Steven still fucking knew exactly how to move to drive the other wild. His hands were placed against the others hips, resting them there as he wanted to feel each movement, a firm grip as he kept his eyes open to watch Steven’s face, the looks that had turned from pain to pleasure as he began to find that rhythm they’d once had together.

Without warning though, Alexander having gotten used to the pace the other had set, things shifted once more and Steven was bouncing on his cock like the desperate slut Alex knew him to be, and fuck if he didn’t love every second of it. To see just how good it was making the other feel, his hands roaming the length of Steven’s torso now, needing to feel the muscles tensing beneath his fingertips as his former lover moved at this newfound pace. “Tighter,” he demanded, “your hand,” it was around his throat and yet Alexander could still breathe without and hindrance, certainly that needed to change if they were going for rough and tumble. “Choke me like you fucking mean it, Steven,” he hissed, rolling his hips up in sharp thrusts to counter what his former lover was doing, wanting to hit as deep as possible as he let out another grunt of frustrated lust. “Your hands gotten weak,” he teased the other, “real men don’t need reminders…”. Fuck it, if Steven could play and tease then so could Alex, and he wanted damn bruises by the end of the evening.

[patrickxpearson]

Alexander’s response… It almost pulled a bitter laugh out of Patrick – but he stopped himself before the sound would even contemplate roll from his lips. They weren’t in competition his ass. It didn’t take a genius to notice that the King was on the fence when it came to the two of them, otherwise… otherwise, he would have just picked someone. Instead, he was reeling them both in, being the focus on their attention and wanting to see for how long he would keep doing that until one of them would eventually drop a damn ultimatum on his lap. Honestly, if he too had two guys with whom he had a history after him – Patrick wouldn’t know what to do either. He couldn’t really blame Alex for not knowing what to do. Once the shirt was finally discarded and Alex was shirtless, Patrick took one second – or maybe two – to admire how beautiful the other man looked. That man… would have gone to hell and back if that was what Alexander wanted in order to be happy. But instead, Patrick kept the shirt under his grasp as he walked to the darkest corner of the playroom where he knew the hidden cameras were. Not that Jack was a creep – or maybe he was – but safety always came first when it came to the Haus. But this… this was a show that Jack, unfortunately, would have to miss. “Say night night, darlin’.” With a wink toward the camera, Patrick covered the very small device concealed from the naked eye with Alex’s shirt… and now – they were truly alone. Just the two of them without the prying gaze of the best spy on the island.

“Ye’ say we are not competin’ but we both know that’s a lie.” Patrick walked back to Alexander, invading his personal space without a damn care in the world. “Ye’ can’ decide and I don’ blame ye’. That was why I pulled away from ye’ that night. To give ye’ room to think and evaluate yer’ options without me influencin’ ye’.” But Steven had done that. The last time the two of them crossed paths – this silent war declaration came between the two of them, a fact that Alexander was still very much unaware. “We talked once.” His blue eyes fell on the owner’s shorts and fiddled with the strings up front before undoing the knot. “He came to my gym once – and he was quick to realize that I have feelings for ye’.” Without even a care in the world, he yanked the shorts down Alexander’s ankles – a little grin dancing on his lips as Alex was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. As expected. “Ye’ know what else he told me? Or BRAGGED ‘bout it?” Like a hungry predator – something that he had seen Alex do to him so many times – Patrick stepped forward and closed his fingers around Alex’s member in a rather possessive and perhaps rough grip. “He told me he fucked ye’ in the club one night. That he was the one man capable of bein’ the one fuckin’ ye’ while I’d just be the subservient little bitch. That… I could never compare to him ‘cause I was nothin’ more than the maid’s son.” Which was the truth. Patrick was fully aware of that. “He didn’ lie there, I’m afraid. Even if ye’ don’ see me that way – he said things as they ‘ere. I am just the maid’s son. And fuckin’ proud of it. But…” His lips brushed gently over Alex’s as Patrick inhaled his scent – wanting nothing more than to succumb to the urges that were building up inside him. “Why is he the only one that gets to fuck ye’, Alex? Am I too submissive? How did he do it? Did he take what he wanted? Is that what yer’ into? Someone who can toss ye’ ‘round and give it to ye’ hard? Is that what he can do that I can’?” Why Steven and not him? “’Cause I can very well fuck ye’ just as good or better than he can, darlin’. Even a loyal dog can show its fangs when cornered, after all.”

[alexkingx]

When Patrick turned to start walking away from him it confused Alexander at first, but as he made his way towards a specific corner it became clear what he was doing, and sure enough the shirt was discarded to block out the camera that the men had installed for security purposes. Jack would watch when there were playmates in here, just to make sure things stayed on the kinkier side of things, though security was just a call away if he felt they ever crossed the line and the staff needed help. Tonight he wouldn’t get the luxury of seeing what Patrick had up his sleeves, it was now just the two of them, not that Alexander minded - it’s not like he wanted other people to know his business anyway.

He watched as his flame walked back towards him, his hands remaining at his sides as he let Patrick invade his space, the scent of his cologne filling the air around him causing Alex to go weak. He always did love that smell on him, and everything that Patrick was telling him made absolute sense. He couldn’t stand there and tell him there wasn’t a competition when two different men held the key to his heart and were battling to be the one to unlock the door. As much as he wished he had all his shit together it was clear that he didn’t, and knowing that it was effecting both Patrick and Steven just made it all the worse for him. He was sick of hurting them, he couldn’t take much more of it.

At the mention of the two of them actually talking before Alexander couldn’t help but swallow hard. He could only imagine what the two of them had to say to one another. Steven, with no filter, and Patrick who wouldn’t step down from an altercation. Remaining silent at this point was hard for him, wanting to apologize, or even ask for more details as to what happened when the two met, but that wasn’t what Patrick needed from him right now. He needed silence, he was in control and Alexander needed to continue to let him lead, and as his shorts were unceremoniously tugged down showing the Kings lack of undergarments - well Alex could only smirk as he stepped out of the shorts altogether and gave them a kick off to the side.

He let out a groan when that hand possessive wrapped around his member, how good it had felt even though it was much firmer a grasp than usual. Alex wasn’t complaining though, but then the admission about the club happened and the King’s gaze dropped to the floor. Had Steven fucked him just to gain bragging rights? Was this all part of his ploy to ruin the others life? Did Alexander read that entire night wrong? Fuck, he really had backed himself into a corner hadn’t he? “He bragged?” The words came out softer than usual, though that damn hand on his dick definitely kept the attention shifting from shame as he looked to the floor and lust as his flame took what he wanted. The words that Steven had said to Patrick, everything that Patrick was sharing with him, that wasn’t how Alexander saw him at all and it honestly hurt. “I-“ What was he supposed to say to counter all of that? How could he reverse the damage done by the Blackwell brother?

“Patrick,” he still was at a loss for words, though he knew he needed to say SOMETHING right now. “I never once thought of you as any of that, we were equals from day fucking one,” he shook his head hoping that Patrick had understood that. “You’re not-“ as Patrick shared that he was proud that he was just the maids son, “you’re so much more, Patrick, baby, seriously?” He sighed, and that’s what it was all going to boil down to wasn’t it? The fact that Alexander would bottom for Steven but not for Patrick, did that make all the difference in the world? Did that put Steven higher than Patrick on the food chain? Listening to him, seeing just how much Steven had gotten into his head, Alexander could do only one thing as he picked a hand up and roughly used it to pull Patrick into him for a kiss, “I love you,” he whispered the words against the others lips, “and if that’s all he has to hold over your head, let’s take the bragging rights away,” he shrugged, this was Patrick after all - the man who’d built Alexander back up after the worst time in his life. “Fuck me, claim me, that’s what you want, isn’t it? Take me,” not a single word above a whisper as he gave Patrick the permission he needed.

[patrickxpearson]

Alex had fucked him countless of times throughout the years but something about this night felt absolutely primal and desperate. Almost like they both knew that this could very well be the last time they would be together – Patrick fucking hoped not – in such an intimate way. He couldn’t lie anymore. No matter how many times he would look at himself in the mirror and convince himself that even a sewer rat like him could have someone like Alex in his life, a part of him also was aware that if someone was going to get heartbroken… that someone was him. And… it was ok. He would live through it. Lick his wounds and stay away for a bit so that he could set his mind in one piece yet again, focusing that even though they no longer would be together – that for a short while, he got what he had always wanted: the love of the man he had admired since he was a kid. He just… wasn’t good enough to be in first place. Patrick closed his eyes and endured the rough pounding, welcoming the pain that clouded his senses and pushed aside any ill thoughts and relishing the pleasure that soon followed, washing all over him like a balm. “D-Don’ stop…” Alex was hitting him the right way, his own cock bouncing up and down against his abs as Alex took control of him and used him in any way he deemed fit. He could feel his own orgasm approaching – but it was when Alex called him baby and said that he loved him that Patrick finally let go – his own seed being shot against his abs, the palm tree, and the grass with absolute reckless abandon. And Alex followed soon after – the warmth of his orgasm flooding him in ways that drove Patrick crazy with need. It felt so damn good to be filled. To be that hole where Alex would dump his load and make him his over and over again… And then… there was just the sound of their heavy breathing. Just the two of them coming down from the high of their orgasms, covered in sweat and cum and not giving a damn about the mess they made or whether or not someone may have seen them going at it. To Patrick, nothing else mattered more than feeling those strong, protective hands all over his body. Keeping him close to a body that was so fucking familiar and that he had wanted for so many years. “I needed this.” With a chuckle, Patrick grunted as he slowly pulled away from Alex, his legs a bit wobbly from the rough pounding he had endured, forcing the personal trainer to put one hand on Alex’s shoulder for support. “I’m goin’ to feel this one for days.” And that was exactly what he had wanted. To be sore as a reminder that… well… didn’t matter anymore. “Thank ye’, love.” Patrick wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck and brushed their noses together. Why couldn’t they be like this all the damn time? Why was he always the silver medal and never the gold? “What…” There was a pause. This following question was something that Patrick both wanted to know and at the same time dreaded to be aware of. “What does he have that I don’…? What can I even do to… be yer’ first?”

[alexkingx]

When all was said and done and they were left panting messes he could only chuckle when the first words out of Pat’s mouth were that he needed this. “You and I both,” it had been a while since they’d fucked, or really been together in any way since Patrick had pumped the brakes on their relationship. It’s not that Alexander couldn’t have gotten his rocks off elsewhere, he had in fact, but there was just something about Patrick that set him apart from others. He was different, special, and would always be seen as such to the King brother - no matter what happened down the line with the two of them, Alexander would forever hold Patrick in the highest of regards.

He let out a groan when he felt Patrick’s body move away from his, but it had to be done, they needed their space to try to collect what was left of themselves. Patrick was far messier than Alexander was, but damn was it fucking hot to see his seed littered all over his stomach and the tree for that matter. The kiss, their noses brushed together like that, god damn it was moments like that when Alexander forgot where they even were, or that the rest of the world even existed. With Patrick things were just perfect, simple, and for a complex guy like Alex sometimes simplicity was the best.

The question took him by surprise though, and of course Alexander immediately felt horrible. Here he had been so damn blissful, but then two seconds later was staring into the void wishing he could just fall into an abyss and be nobodies problem anymore. Fucking hell, that was such a hard question to field, though now was not the time to answer that question. He was still part of an event, the show must go on, and this seemed like it would be a much deeper conversation that he wouldn’t be able to dance around much longer. “I get that you want to talk,” he sighed, leaning his forehead against the others as his hand cupped his cheek, “and I want to answer whatever questions you have,” it’s the least he could do for someone he loved so damn much. “Not now though, this isn’t the place, and it’s certainly not the time.”

He sighed as he reached for the bag of coins he’d been collecting the whole night at the booth. He wasn’t even sure how many were in there but the bag was heavy, “I’ll give every last coin that I have to make it so you come home to me tonight, I can’t sleep when you’re not there,” he held the bag out for the other to take. “It’s up to you, I have to finish up at the booth and then I’m heading home. You can either be there, or-“ he shrugged, not wanting to think of an alternative but he must at least give him one, “take the coins and have yourself the time of your life tonight.” If that didn’t include him he would have to be alright with that, “I’m not ready for a deep heart to heart,” which is what he knew Patrick wanted the most, “but I’ll get there, for you.” He sighed as he leaned in for another brush of their lips together as he stepped back to reposition and fix his clothes. “I should head back…”

[thomasxking]

Thomas remained silent as he granted Alex the time to process the words being spoken to him from an outside party. He honestly did not care with whom Alex would end up as long as it would be with someone that made his brother happy. To find someone that special that was worthy of fighting to keep them close was such an incredibly rare thing and Alex had two men that loved him more than words could possibly say – even if they both had different ways of showing it. He played no favorites. He liked Patrick because he was loyal and he would always keep Alex’s safety and needs first and Steven…? He was every bit as relentless and cruel as they could be so there was no need to pretend to be someone they were not. In the end, the choice was Alex’s. One of them trumped over the other and his brother would hopefully find his happily ever after in the end. At least… one of them would. With his phone returned to his possession, Thomas shrugged and gave Alex a curious look. “So you want to know what I’m up to so that my misery can distract you from yours? How kind of you, big brother.” Regardless, Thomas chuckled and crashed on the couch yet again, thinking about all the things he had been up to recently so that he could give Alex some entertainment and distraction from his own issues. “Remember the opening party? The Luau? I let Nathan fuck me at the beach that night simply because I was in the mood for it. And after I won the auction to get him – I fucked him in one of the cabanas and spent the night with him. As in… sleeping.” That would be enough to give Alexander a nice laugh since he didn’t exactly sleep with anyone.

“And – as you probably already know unless Jack did his job for once and kept his mouth shut – I sucked Renan off in the middle of our club after he came to me pissed drunk and horny. We also ended up fucking in our office. He said he had wanted me since day one but never actually considered that I would be interested in him.” Because he was so unapproachable like that or something. “I have half a mind to invite Renan and Nathan to my actual bedroom and have them both at the same time soon. Why be greedy and keep only one with me when I can have them both?” Not in a romantic aspect. Even if Thomas was indeed playing favorites, he wasn’t going to end up in a situation where he would need to pick between two people. It was funnier when they bought fought for his attention and the winner would take the prize. “Oh – and last but not least… remember the FBI agent? The cute one, Mike? I challenged him to a game of strip poker.” A devious grin formed on Thomas’ lips as he wiggled his eyebrows toward Alex. “I’m just waiting for him to name the time and the place before I get every bit of clothing he has. We spent far too many times in casinos for me not to win this little game. And yes, I can most definitely tell you if he’s good-looking under his clothes. At the very least, he finally stopped asking me questions about how we run this business.” Mike was… a mystery to Thomas. And he did like mysteries. And challenges. That was one thing both he and Alex also had in common when it came to men. “How’s this for keeping your mind out of your own shit?”

[alexkingx]

“Misery loves company,” he chuckled, though knew that no matter the situations that Thomas had gotten himself in they’d never come close to the mess that Alex was swimming in. It sucked, but perhaps his brother had at least something to tide him over, give him a good laugh so that he’d stop moping around about his piss poor situation. He watched as his brother plopped right down ready to spill whatever fun stories he had, thankful that he could be there for him like this, though as the luau was mentioned he could only groan. The luau was when his entire world imploded, of course he remembered the event, more importantly he remembered his brother messaging him that Steven was back. To hear that Thomas’s night went a lot smoother though, Nathan being someone that Alexander couldn’t quite put a name to a face with, but he had to at least be decent if his brother let him fuck him. That wasn’t the most surprising of news though, it’s what followed, that he actually allowed himself to sleep with the other - he didn’t just leave like usual. Alexander’s eyes widened, mouth actually fell open, “did he slip something into your drink?” He teased, though he liked that his brother could find a man around the island to get comfortable like that with. He needed happiness just as much as Alex did, and that display showed that he was at least open to more intimate moments.

“Jack seems to be on your side for once and not so much mine,” that fucker, Alexander would have to have a talk to him about where his allegiance rested. He was all for him giving Thomas news and information, but he would expect the same in return. “I heard rumors about it, you were quite the talk at Rum Runners the other night,” not that Alexander was part of any of those conversations, but it was hard not to hear drunken rants and rumors being tossed around so casually. At the mention of bringing the man to their office upstairs of the club all Alex could do was again laugh, “you’re lucky I didn’t show up that night.” Could you imagine what would have came of Alexander walking in on the scene of a drunk Renan getting fucked by his brother? He shook his head, though at the mention of both the boys invited to the bedroom. “We talking threesome, or fight to the death and winner takes all sort of thing, gladiator style?” Hm, perhaps that’s what he should do for Patrick and Steven, some big gladiator event where they fight to the death and then he doesn’t have to choose for himself. He’d let the fates, gods, whoever the fuck decide. “You’re giving me ideas, brother, not good ones, but ideas nonetheless…”. He teased, his smile widening as he could feel himself drawing from the horrible foul mood he’d been in.

When the FBI agent was brought up, out of the three men that were talked about, he of course was the only one that Alexander actually could put a name to a face. “That fucking prude?” He burst out laughing, now this would be good, “you make sure to get that damn stick out of his ass when you get him on the ropes, how he can walk around with it planted there all day is beyond me but fuck, bet you can mine diamonds up there he’s clenched so fucking hard.” He couldn’t stop laughing now, Mike being the one that really sent his mood upwards. “There’s no doubt he’s got to look good out of all those clothes, the fucker needs to loosen up,” though when he mentioned the questions about how business was ran Alex simply shook his head, “he’s going to ask one too many questions, dig just a bit too deep, and it’s not going to be good for the man. He best know when to quit,” which at least it sounded like he had been distracted well enough by his brother to stop with the questions for now. “Fuck, definitely did the trick, thanks for that, I needed a good laugh.”

[patrickxpearson]

He was aware of how DANGEROUS this game would be. And playing it with none other than Alexander King could either be one heck of a great thing or a terrible one. But Patrick was… done. He was done playing safe, he was done being predictable every step of the way. He was done being the second choice. If Alex was going to pick Steven over him when all was said and done, then so be it – but he wouldn’t simply take that without a fight. Alex… Alex was important to him. Probably the most important person in the whole world, even being more important than himself. Was he boring? Was he predictable? What did Steven have that he didn’t? What was the spark that lured Alex to the Blackwell and not to him? “Yer’ late, darlin’.” Patrick slowly turned on his heels and placed his hands on his hips, trying his best to keep a very serious expression but the slight twitch on his lips was enough to let Alex know that he was not that mad. “I’m sure yer’ wonderin’ why ‘ere.” Patrick motioned to the playroom before he took slow and deliberate steps towards the owner, taking his time in circling him and admiring him from every possible angle that he could. “We could have gone for a jog. Ye’ know… find a secluded place on the beach where I’d just bend over for ye’ and let ye’ fuck me as hard as ye’ wanted to.” His voice dropped almost to nothing. Just a little whisper as the silence took over the room, only to be broken by the sound of the door locking. No one would actually disturb them there. But there was one last thing that Patrick needed to take care of.

“I reached the conclusion that I don’ wan’ to just lose ye’ without a fight.” The personal trainer circled Alex once more, dragging his right index finger from shoulder to shoulder as he stopped behind the owner in order to press gentle, peppered kisses over his neck. “Ye’ taught me everythin’ I know, Alex. Ye’ showed me how I could seduce someone and all the things I could do to have them eatin’ out of the palm of my hand. And ye’ also showed me how to fuck.” Hands traveled down Alex’s arms, studying his muscles before Patrick paused, keeping a rather firm grip on his lover’s waist. “Is this what he gives ye’ that makes ye’ ache for him? The challenge? Is it because he doesn’ just roll over like a trained dog when ye’ bark yer’ order? Is that what turns ye’ on the most, darlin’?” Again… a pause. Patrick rested his chin on Alex’s shoulder from behind before withdrawing his hands and giving a not so gentle pat on the other man’s ass. “Yer’ shirt. Take it off. Ye’ don’ need it… but I do.”

[alexkingx]

“It crossed my mind,” the playrooms wasn’t usually a place that the two found themselves, having all that they’d need for some fun together right in Alex’s place, or even Patrick’s when Alex felt like sleeping over. They certainly didn’t need to come to the playrooms to get their rocks off, but it seemed Patrick had something up his sleeve and who was Alexander to complain or even argue? He’d let the other have his fun, curious to know just how far he’d be taking this, looking around a quick second before his sights rested back on the man infront of him. He watched as his flame circled him, Alexander standing still as he let the other admire him, proud himself of the work he’d put into his body.

He listened as the other spoke, the click of the door noticeable in the silence of the room, Alexander’s interest piqued as he wondered what was coming next. He hadn’t seen Patrick like this before, not to mention that damn harness the man was wearing, Alexander certainly wanted to grab right ahold of it - he kept his hands to himself though. This was Patrick’s game that he was playing and he’d behave until he could no longer - but for now, he’d let the other call the shots (since he seemed to have an end goal in mind that Alexander hadn’t quite figured out yet).

He tried not to think about the possibility of losing Patrick, but it seemed the thought weighed heavy on the others mind. He couldn’t blame him though, the history between Steven and Alexander was just too much, and to compete with it meant certain unavoidable heartbreak. He swallowed as the other spoke though, as though their separation was imminent, his thoughts falling back on that conversation that could end it all. He wasn’t ready, nor had he made up his mind entirely yet, things were still so fucking confusing.

As Steven was brought up though, the relationship he had with the Blackwell brother, Alex couldn’t help but notice the firm grip the other had on him. His eyebrow quirked, confused by the display of power, though he could hear the jealousy and loathing in the others words. He groaned, finally realizing what game they would be playing today, “you two aren’t in competition.” That was a fucking lie though, both up in arms trying to get Alexander to see they were the best option for him. He hated being put in the middle, both men beyond amazing, but he knew eventually he’d have to choose one or the other. He listened to the demand, and although he could have refused or even turned the tables on them, instead he pulled his tank over his head and held it out for the other - he’d said he needed it, so why not give it to him?

[patrickxpearson]

Location: Playroom Open to: Clients and / or Staff

This was a special day. Maybe not exactly special but different. Patrick had checked his schedule for the day and for some odd reason – he felt this particular need to do something completely different. It would still be a workout, just not one of the ones someone would be more inclined to perform. It didn’t involve lifting weights or running for several miles around the island… but still required quite a bit of effort and stamina. Things were… changing. The last few days were good enough of a reminder that if he wanted something, he would need to take it. He would need to be the one doing it and to hell with the consequences. He would take what he wanted. How he wanted it. When he wanted it.

Standing in the middle of the playroom with nothing more than a harness in his torso and a pair of washed-out jeans, Patrick reached for his phone and checked his schedule. It would be quite the surprise for that person to meet him there rather than somewhere else – but either they would drop by and enjoy the show – given the location he had picked, they should know what that entailed – or they could just refuse and clear his schedule for the rest of the day, which would mean that he would find someone else to keep him entertained. No more being a little sewer rat. No more playing that pathetically easy submissive role that he had done for the biggest majority of his life. It was time to claim what he wanted.

[ text ]: Our appointment changed locations. I’m in one of the playrooms inside, so you can start today’s routine by finding out in which one I am. [ text ]: Ten minutes should be enough. Better get jogging.

[alexkingx]

He had no idea why he had agreed to keep going to these damn personal training sessions, more often than not they never actually accomplished anything other than them fucking in a private room of his gym, but if having to schedule a time to fuck Patrick was how it had to work out? Well fucking hell, he'd plan those weekly sessions knowing good and well he wouldn't be picking up a single weight (unless you count his entire weight as he lifts him up to fuck him against the wall - those sessions were always fun).

He dressed in a pair of shorts and a black tank, at least he could dress for the part of hitting up the gym, though as he was on his way to Patrick's gym his phone buzzed causing him to look at the screen. After reading the first text of course the owner laughed, of course it'd change locations, but to a damn playroom? Hm, well this would be interesting, what angle was the man working towards? He wasn't one for overexerting, so instead of jogging to find out which room the other was housed in all it took was a text message to Jack. The hallways to each playroom had cameras, and sure enough after playing back the tape Alex knew EXACTLY where he was.

He wanted to be late, curious to know what Patrick would do, taking his time as he made his way to the playroom where he'd find his flame. He looked at his phone, the messages having been received seventeen minutes ago, certainly that had been enough time to keep the other waiting. He didn't bother to knock, instead tossing the door open as he stepped into the room, catching his first sight of the man who stole his heard in that get up. Shit, what had he just walked into? "I hope i'm not too late," he smirked, stepping further into the room as he swung the door shut behind him.

[thomasxking]

Thomas did not feel jealous of Alex at all. Hell – if he was in his brother’s position, he would have probably just bailed and let the guys fight for him to the death. That would make things easy. And if both of them ended up dying on the sandy arena…? Hell, at least that problem was dealt with and all those pesky feelings and emotions could go back to where they belonged: buried as deep as they could possibly be. But no matter how much they despised that sort of shit or believed themselves to be above and beyond such mundane notions of love and companionship… they were still affected by it. They would still fall for someone and have their entire world turned upside down in ways that none of them were ready to process. And in Thomas’ case, he had succeeded in bailing out of it before it would become too much for him to handle. Alex, however… “You know them both better than anyone.” Thomas had seen Alex with Steven and Patrick. He knew them well enough to know in what categories they fit in his brother’s personality. “Patrick is your loyal hound. He will never bite the hand that feeds him and he will always put your happiness above everything else. Even himself. He respects you and loves you and will do everything for you. That is what you always wanted, Alex. Someone to bend over when you tell them to and take it as a man.” But where was the difference between what Patrick did to what any other staff would do for Alex? The fact that no other man would ever be allowed to top the Southerner other than him? “And then you have Steven. The love of your life drives you absolutely insane every step of the way because you can’t control him. He’s every bit of a force of nature as you are.” And they were to be married in the past. “He challenges you and he keeps you on your toes and it drives you insane because he’s someone you can’t just tell him what to do.” And in a way… they were complete opposites to one another. Both sides of the same coin and both giving Alex exactly what he wanted: submission and challenge.

“Honestly, the decision is yours. If you want loyal but eventually boring because he doesn’t challenge you? Patrick. If you want to be kept on your toes all the damn time and end up exhausted because sometimes you need to be in control? Steven.” Thomas sighed and wrapped his arms around Alex as tightly as he could, wanting his brother to know that no matter what the choice would be – he would make the right one for himself. “I think deep down you already know which one you want, Alex. You just want to delay it because that means telling the other that there’s someone better out there.” Thomas knew those words were cruel in a sense but Alexander needed to be aware of the weight of his words. Of the impact, it would cause. “But in the end? What matters is YOU, big brother. Fuck everyone else. Do what is right for you and whoever ends up hurting will just have to lick their wounds and move on with their lives… although one is slightly more vengeful than the other – so have a backup plan just in case.” Peeling himself from Alex, Thomas made a somewhat disgusted expression as he stood from the ground, his eyes glancing toward his discarded phone that still had the little sex video that Jack had been kind enough to copy for him. “The fact that I saw you have sex was something that will demand some therapy. I saw things that cannot be unseen. Maybe I should watch my eyes with bleach.” There was a shiver running down his spine as Thomas waved a hand, dismissing the whole ordeal. The less he thought about it, the better. “I didn’t delete it yet because I thought you wanted a copy. So send it to your phone and delete it from mine, please. I already saw too much of you and Steven to last me for several lifetimes. Although… that explains how the two of you were always so loud back in the day. I always assumed you were strangling cats.”

[alexkingx]

As Patrick was mentioned and his brother explained their dynamic Alexander couldn’t help but smile. He was right, every word that he was saying, that Patrick would love him unconditionally, and would never bite the hand that fed him. Alex would never have to worry about loyalties as far as Patrick was concerned because he would blindly follow him to the abyss if that’s what the King wanted. When the dynamic with Steven was introduced Alexander sighed, his brother once again spot on with his take on the entire thing. It was true though, Steven was so much like Alexander that the two of them challenged each other every step of the way, and you’d think that someone like Alexander would hate that but in fact he enjoyed it, came to love that about the other. Nobody challenged him like Steven did, but at the end of the day they were equals and never took things too far, they gave each other only what they knew they could take.

“Boring is never a word I’d associate with Patrick,” but did his brother have a point the more that Alexander thought about it? Would Patrick constantly agreeing with him, following him blindly, eventually get boring and dull? Would Patrick ever learn to challenge him, to be who he needed entirely, or would he forever just want to be the man that makes him happy who doesn’t keep him on his toes at all? With Steven, well damn, with him Alexander never knew what to expect and the man definitely kept him on his toes. When his brother made the remark about probably already knowing who he was going to choose Alexander glanced down towards the floor - again, Thomas knew that there was one that Alexander was leaning more towards between the two of them. He never thought he’d be put in this situation and yet here he was and he absolutely HATED it.

“I don’t want to have that conversation,” for as much as Alexander liked to think he was indestructible, he knew that when this conversation happened he’d be a fucking mess. He didn’t like when people saw him as weak, “fucking hell, I hate this so much.” His brothers words of wisdom, saying that nothing mattered more than him, had Alexander shaking his head not entirely believing that. For once, he had put two men before him, and now he knew that one would be hurt once he made his mind up and stopped holding onto both of them. “ The little tease about the vengeful one had Alexander chuckling though, leave it to his brother to know exactly what he needed in order to at least get a moment of happiness out of him.

Alexander reached for his brothers phone, of course wanting the video of their explosive night together, sending it to his phone before deleting it from Thomas’s. Not that he was rid of it altogether considering he’d easily be able to see it in their messages, but he doubted the man would make that mistake again in opening the video. Alexander would be watching this again later when he was in the comfort of his own room, “fucking about killed me though, didn’t think it’d end up the way it did.” He knew the two were going to come to blows, but he certainly didn’t expect it to mean the two of them getting completely fucked and wrecked by one another. He tossed the others phone back to him as he laughed, once more leaning back into his seat, “please, take me mind off of all this bullshit, tell me something that’ll distract and improve my mood.”

[patrickxpearson]

Alexander never failed to deliver. The man was everything Patrick needed and wanted – that one person who could see past the mask of lies and manipulations that he had carefully crafted through the years. He had seen Alex at his worst and he stood by his side – and Alexander was fully aware of the lack of morals that he had and all the webs he had spun around… and also wanted him by his side. It was perfect. Maybe not in the way Patrick would have wanted it given the current predicament that existed but it had been perfect. He had been that person for Alexander and Alexander had saved him in more ways than one. No matter what the future had in store – it was impossible for him to shut his brain off when it came to that - Patrick knew that he would always be loyal to that one person. To the one man who had helped him be the man, he was today. But it was a good thing that Alex still had more to give. The thoughts that clouded his mind were dissipating under the power of thrusts that he was receiving. Patrick had been roughly fucked by Alex before but there was something about tonight that felt different. Almost desperate. He knew the reason why he wanted to be fucked like he was nothing more than a hole for the King to use and he knew why Alexander was so adamant in giving him what he wanted. They were both enthralled by the other at the same time that they were scared. Scared that this could be their last time together or scared that whatever the future would hold, things like this would no longer happen. But they had also missed one another terribly. From being a couple and having such moments of happiness to being pulled apart because there was some bitch determined to wreak havoc in Alexander’s life. Still… Patrick continued to believe that what he had done… had been the wisest choice. “Ye’ have nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, love.” Patrick closed his eyes, waves of pleasure crashing over him as Alex hit that soft spot that made him see fucking stars behind his eyes. A King should never have to apologize to a mere commoner like he was, no matter the history that they had together. “Ye’ don’ have to be sorry ‘bout anythin’.” A particularly vicious thrust shook Patrick to his core, his teeth capturing the shell of Alexander’s earlobe to bite him as hard as he could. God fucking damn – he was going to feel that one for days. “No matter what…” Patrick was gasping now, trying to form thoughts and put them into words as he was being fucked unlike any time before. Was it wrong that he was so turned on by how desperately Alexander wanted him? Was it wrong to want to feel that pain all over his body, for that meant he was taking some of Alex’s pain onto himself? “No matter what, I’ll always love ye’, Alex. Don’ ye’ forget that, ‘right?” He wanted Alex to pick him in the end – but there was a line between reality and dreams, one that Patrick had learned since a young age to differentiate. “Now… stop talkin’.” Gods, he didn’t want to talk. He just wanted to be fucked in every possible way that Alexander could give to him tonight. Thinking took too much effort. “I need ye’, Alex. I fuckin’ need ye’.”

[alexkingx]

Even when Patrick told him there was nothing to be sorry about Alexander knew that wasn’t the case. There was so much to be sorry about, from how he had treated him that night, to the shit he’d been putting him through since then, and the thoughts that evaded his mind whenever he thought about whether his future included Patrick, or if the stars were more aligned with Steven. So fucking much to be apologetic about, and yet as Patrick told him not to worry he did just that, knowing that something would have to change, whether it his relationship with Patrick or whatever he had going on with Steven - something EVENTUALLY would shift, and someone was bound to get hurt (honestly if it meant saving the both of the men that stole his heart he’d happily be the one who’d get crushed and ruined).

It was the words that followed, how no matter what happened he would always love him, that meant the most to Alexander. He did not deserve someone like Patrick, not a chance in hell, but he also understood that no matter what happened there would always be a part of him that loved Patrick too. It didn’t matter who he ended up with, where their lives would take them both, because he knew that Patrick would forever be one of the most important men in his life. “I’ll always love you too,” he whispered, so much meaning and sorrow behind his words knowing he was hurting him with those whole Steven business. Why couldn’t the Blackwell had just stayed away and things between him and Patrick could have remained perfect?

Karma, that’s why, karma was a bitch and Steven was now on the island to collect a debt. One heartbreak for another, and Alexander could feel it coming.

He obliged though, no longer saying anything else, feeling that their bodies were picking up where their words left off. He was turning into a damn moaning whore, unable to contain just how good his lovers ass had felt clamped around him, the tightness edging him to a release the more he pounded into the other with no more cares in the world. “Fuck, baby,” he panted, feeling himself so close to orgasming, “I love you…”. The last words he spoke before he felt his body erupt in one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His hands clasped around Patrick tightly, not wanting to let the other go as he rode out his orgasm, pumping his dick into the others ass milking every last drop he could from himself.

[stevenxblackwell]

There was no more escaping now. Even if a part of his brain wanted nothing more than to just leave – because Alexander was trash – Steven knew he wanted to stay. His heart and his body wanted to stay. The familiar touch on his body summoned all sorts of memories from happier times, moments where the two of them had been blissfully HAPPY. No matter what words would escape his lips or how badly he wanted to sound venomous and snarky, Steven was fully aware that Alex could see right through his lies. Just like he could do the same to the older King brother. That was the downside of them knowing each other that well. They couldn’t hide anything from the other – no matter how hard they tried. They could fool the entire world and make everything think what they wanted for them to think…. but they could never fool each other. And that was something that infuriated Steven as much as it drove him crazy. To be read like a damn open book, knowing that no matter how he tried to sound bored or dismissive… at that moment, Alex could see right through him and he could see that he WANTED this just as badly as the King did. Steven had little control over his body now. He would arch his back and roll his ass back against the intruding tongue, closing his eyes and only seeing sparks of light behind his eyelids as a never-ending stream of shivers danced down his spine as Alex continued to eat him out. No other man had ever done that. They were not allowed. They were beneath him in every sense of the word. But Alex was doing that. Pushing his tongue inside him and force his body to react, to clench around the invasion while his entire nervous system appeared to go into overdrive. Steven hated how much he loved it. He despised how much he had missed this – this moment where he could just relinquish everything and let Lex take care of him because he knew that Alexander King would do just that. He would take care of him, please him, and treat him as his equal. Even if all Steven wanted to do was to fuck Alex and leave him dripping somewhere before leaving – a nice little payback for everything – there was also that fragment of him that sought to lose himself in Alex’s arms. They had been so happy once… Until they were not. “You are fishing for compliments, Lex.” Steven shook his head in order to regain some modicum of control – which was easier said than done for his words became a lewd moan the moment he felt that first finger enter him and invade him like no one else had done before. There was a jolt of pain spiraling down his body and Steven bite down his own lip to suppress a groan, doing his best to relax against the sudden intrusion. Of course, Alex knew what to do to have him on the ropes. To have him craving for him like he had done so many times in the past. Maybe they needed this? Just fuck away all the hate and despite that he nurtured towards Alex, fuck him and dump him so that the older King would finally be out of his fucking system – so that he could move on with his life. That was the idea, right? Show Alex what he was missing, remind him that no matter whose whore he would fuck, they would never come close to the pleasure he could provide – and move on with his life. That was a nice plan. The second finger came in and began to scissor him and Steven was unable to stop his moans. He wanted to but all he could do was moan as loud as his throat would allow it, his own body yet again betraying him and rolling his ass against those digits so that he could fuck himself on them like he was this common slut. It had been so fucking long since he had been in that position. He had only bottomed for Alex for Steven would only bottom for the man he loved. For the man he trusted enough to relinquish some control. It had been years since someone had paid any attention to his ass and fuck – it made the Blackwell feel like he was a damn virgin all over again, needy and hungry for that one man that shouldn’t even deserve a fraction of his attention. But the heart wanted what the heart wanted.

Steven barely registered the kisses up his spine – or even the words being spoken by Alex until the moment the bite came. It fucking HURT but it also turned him on so damn much that all he wanted to do was push Alex to the nearest chair and ride the fuck out of him until his eyes would roll to the back of his head. “Is that why you want me to stay?” Steven swallowed hard as he turned his head toward Alex, his body still rocking itself desperately against those fingers that were hitting the right spot within him, making his knees finally tremble with the effort. It was so fucking hard to think right now. To form any sort of coherent thoughts or even words. “You want me to stay for old time’s sake? A little goodbye fuck?” There was something about that scenario that irked Steven to no end. Yes, he also wanted that sort of goodbye fuck. Show Alex what he had missed all those years and ruin whatever encounter he would have after them being together because Steven Blackwell knew that no matter how many guys Alex would fuck – they would never come close to how good he made him feel.

In a spur of the moment, Steven removed the fingers from inside him – he did feel so empty without them – and turned to face Alex as he pressed his own back against the bar counter. They were staring each other in the eye now. No blinking, no looking away. Just looking into each other’s eyes and souls – reading one another like a book that they had already memorized. “You don’t get to decide that, Lex.” Steven’s tone was menacing at best as his right hand closed around the imposing length of his former lover and stroked him in a rather possessive and rough way. He wanted to remind Alex that he had once owned him – just as much as Alex had owned him back. “You already made far too many decisions on your own without giving me a voice.” With his hand still closed around Alex’s cock, Steven pressed the other on Alex’s chest and slowly pushed him away from the bar counter until he could roughly push the older King into one of those somewhat elegant leather chairs – no accounting for taste there – so that he could lose no time in straddling his former lover,. arms wrapping themselves around Alex’s neck.

“You don’t get a saying anymore, Lex. The last time you decided something, you destroyed us. Let someone better than you call the shots now, yes? So be a good little boy… and fuck me. Or…” Steven paused for a moment as a rather mocking expression formed on his lips – his blue eyes narrowing toward the other male. “Or have you forgotten how to fuck a real man? I get it… you’re so used to fuck whores that you can’t be bothered putting an effort behind your actions. Do you even remember how it feels like to be with an actual man?”

[alexkingx]

The moans as his digits worked his former lover open had Alexander all but throbbing to enter him. Fucking hell, how he had missed those sounds from Steven, not to mention how the man pressed back and rolled his ass against his hand, fucking himself with Alex’s fingers wanting more. There was no denying that Steven and Alexander were both desperate for each other, and the more that Steven fucked himself back against Alex’s fingers god damn the hungrier the King brother became. His body seemed to be working with a mind of it’s own, Alexander’s brain no longer in control as the two of their bodies reacted to the touch of one another.

He hadn’t even realized words were coming out as he said them, though when the other responded it seemed to snap Alexander back to some sort of reality as he listened. When Steven looked back at Alexander the King’s heart just about stopped at the use of the word goodbye. Could tonight be an actual goodbye for them? Was this how they were going to be finished? One final fuck, for old times sake, and then Steven would be out the door. It seemed easy enough, and yet he knew deep within his heart that it was the last thing that he would want. This couldn’t be goodbye, not when there were so many feelings still shared between the both of them. As much as a goodbye would be the easiest route to take it simply wasn’t acceptable.

As soon as Steven moved Alex’s hand away he couldn’t help but let out a groan unsure of where this was heading. Had he said something wrong and Steven was going to leave him, rock hard and needy, aching and miserable for the release that only Steven could provide? That would be straight up hell, and he hoped that the look he gave the other when their faces were mere inches apart conveyed that he couldn’t handle Steven just up and walking away. Sure, it would be the PERFECT payback for the other, but one that Alex just couldn’t fathom. Not when they both needed each other so desperately - tonight being the perfect proof of that.

He let out a shaky breath as Steven’s hand lay possession of his cock, those slow deliberate strokes that left Alexander needing more, with Steven in complete control. It never usually happened so easily, Alexander relinquishing control like this, but Steven always knew EXACTLY what to do to take the lead whenever he wanted. The two worked so perfectly together - the power and control shifting seamlessly between them, something he had never had with anyone else. He couldn’t explain it either, especially because he absolutely LOVED being the one in control, but there was just something about being with Steven that had him loving sharing the control.

Like right now, the moment that his hand came to splay against Alex’s chest as he began to push him backwards, hand still in control of his throbbing member. Alex didn’t fight the move, didn’t even care where he was being pushed, and soon his ass landed flat on top of one of the nicer chairs in the club. His hands wrapped around the others waist to make sure that he’d come down with him though it was obvious that was Steven’s intention all along. “Pretty sure you had a voice, you just used it to moan like a little slut back there,” he smirked egging the other on because it truly was a lot of fun, and he knew that Steven could take everything that was thrown at him.

He did miss this more than he had remembered, their bodies so close to one another, Steven straddling him as they looked directly into each others eyes. This was such a vulnerable position for Alex because it meant that he couldn’t hide any emotion from the other - everything he was feeling would be written on his face, and when they were looking directly into each others souls Alex was afraid of what his would tell the other. His eyes slanted as Steven mentioned forgetting how to fuck a real man, and of course Patrick came to mind - only for a moment though because fuck tonight wasn’t about him, it was about the two of these men.

“I guess we’ll just have to see how much I remember,” and with that there were no more words, Alex wrapping a hand around the others frame as he used his other hand to help guide him towards Steven’s entrance, thrusting upwards not bothering to wait for Steven to sink and settle on him. He needed to be inside of him, desperate to feel what he had loved so long ago, the ass that was made for only him. Fucking hell, a wild moan escaped as he leaned his head back against the chair slowly rolling his hips as he helped ease his former lover down into a settled sitting position, his former flame having taken every last inch of him inside.

[timedandtaled]

Kane was basically ready and leaving his cabin when the text came through and he gave an audible groan before even reading anything. Surprisingly, all her wanted to do tonight was work his shift, patrol his assigned segment of the island, and then get back to his cabin and sleep, maybe invite Nevada round for a snuggle. But all that was off the table now.

The message was clear, and the sender was even clearer, and Kane couldn’t help sigh out a “fuck.” Nothing he was reading sounded good. First of all, this was Alexander, and he never text unless it was urgent or necessary, and when Kane had spent so much time getting back into his good books, refusal at this stage basically ceased any chance of an easy life at the Haus, or a quicker escape from it. The Dungeon Playrooms was also an instant red flag…that wasn’t even the romantic room which meant this wasn’t a social call or a business call.

And then he read the word collar, and he felt himself shiver despite the heat. “He really is tryin’ to turn me into a fuckin’ dog,” he grunted, turning to head in the direction of the playroom and whatever his fate was meant to be tonight. “Maybe it’s a metaphor,” Kane spoke aloud, as if trying to rationalise the whole thing in his head, like saying it aloud would make it make sense, “just go in…do the thing, then go. Easy shit, an’ everyone’s happy.”

Kane’s steps were hurried, not wanting to keep the King any longer than he had to, and he arrived soon after at the Dungeon, offering a respectful bow of the head upon entering. “Mr King, Sir,” he kept it bowed, “what can I do get ye this evenin’?”

[alexkingx]

Alex sifted through several emails that just made his blood temperature rise even more - opting to instead just throw his phone onto one of the nearby counters not bothering with it anymore. Nothing but bad fucking news was on that thing, so the less he bothered with it the happier he would be (if that was at all possible).

He poured himself another glass of the whiskey that was shelved in there for the guests, chugging it down like it were nothing while he waited for the staff member to enter, which luckily didn't seem to take too much longer than expected. He should have known that Kane would have been prompt, even when the texts weren't sent with the best of intentions, and fuck he did look good standing there ready for whatever the King brother had in store.

"Any other staff member and they'd have thrown an excuse at me to not show up," especially since it was in one of the dungeon playrooms and most men on the island were intimidated by Alex - clients as well as staff. "You though," he nodded in approval as he motioned for the man to come closer, walking to the center of the room to at least meet him halfway, "I never have to worry when it comes to you. You follow every order and command without hesitation."

When the other was close enough he brought a hand up to brush it against the stubble on his cheek, just to give the other a bit of a reward for showing up without trying to get out of it. "Kneel," he demanded, undoing his belt as he watched the staff member closely.

[alexkingx]

Status | Closed for @kanxbxntlxy Location | Dungeon Playrooms

Alexander had a lot on his mind lately, and the more he thought about everything the worse his mindset became. How he was supposed to just come to his senses and figure everything out was beyond him, and yet it's almost as though everyone was expecting some grand reveal in no time flat. His mind was racing and he found that alcohol was all that could calm those thoughts down. Enough to drink and those thoughts disappeared altogether, though tonight that still left him with some aggression that he felt he needed to let out - one way or another. He had his pick of the men on the island, both staff and clients it seemed, but one name and image came to mind more than the others. That scrappy mutt he kept by his side, and with that he picked up his phone and sent out a text message to the man that now lay across his mind, hoping the guard dog would be on his best behavior and scramble over to him.

[ text ]: I'm in the dungeon playrooms, make tonight worth my while and there might be a collar in it for you.

He didn't want to be a stray, so why not offer up some jewelry that'd turn him from stray to pet?

[patrickxpearson]

Patrick was aware that what he was asking for would not turn out to be either kind or gentle. It was going to hurt like a bitch – but a part of him wanted to feel that pain rushing through his body and making his head spin – for it would be a lot better than not feeling anything. To be away from Alexander was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. To walk away from the man that he loved – and loved him in return – so that he could put his mind in order and decided who he wanted. Someone was going to end up heartbroken. There was no way no avoid that – no easy solution that would make all three end up together and happy as a three-way thing. And deep down… Patrick knew he was going to be the one left behind. It sucked. It hurt… but in the end – as long as Alexander would be happy, he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. He would survive. What other choice did he have? But that night – it wasn’t about Steven and Alex. It was about them. About that part of him that couldn’t be away from the King for much longer and needed to feel him deep inside him. No other man would ever be able to fuck him. No other man would have what it took to make him submit and present himself as a willing little fuck toy for them to use and abuse. Alex had every right to do that. He had earned it – and right now, Patrick was desperately trying to feel that connection once more. Whatever the future would have in store for them… no one would be able to take those memories away from him. No one would ever be able to make him feel less than what he was – because for a short while… he was indeed happy. Patrick was grateful for the strong hand covering his mouth for when Alexander entered him – he would have screamed bloody murder over how bad it fucking hurt. They didn’t care one bit as long as they both got what they wanted. He wanted the King's balls deep inside him and if that meant getting fucked raw and feeling like his entire body was being ripped in half – so be it. He was thankful for the hand that muffled the loudest of moans, his body attempting to relax under the intrusion. Shit – Alex was bigger than he remembered. Thicker. Every inch was buried inside him and Patrick could feel his entire body burning up and trembling with the shock of being fucked raw. It fucking hurt like a bitch but it was all he wanted. To feel something, even if that meant dancing with the pain of being fucked raw by someone else. But soon the pain became pleasure. Alex was moving as while he was thrusting like a possessed beast – and it still hurt – the waves of pleasure were now taking over. It felt so good to be back where he wanted to be that Patrick barely registered Alex pulling his body closer to his own. Just standing there in a badly hidden place with someone’s cock buried balls deep inside him. “I forgot how big ye’ are.” Patrick gasped – his throat hoarse and dry as he threw one arm over his shoulder to grab the back of Alex’s head. Every thrust delivered made his knees buckle, his insides being thoroughly fucked by the man he loved and missed to damn much. “Don’ stop, darlin’.” Not only was his own cock painfully hard but Alex truly wasn’t holding back when it came to claiming him. And he would take it. He would welcome the pain and the pleasure. He had done so in the past so… why not now? “Show me? S-Show me how much ye’ missed me, darlin’. Fuck me harder.” Make him feel something. Anything. “Ye’ feel so good, baby. I missed ye’ so f-fuckin’ much, Alex…”

[alexkingx]

Just like all their previous encounters Patrick took every last inch of him like a fucking champ, those muffled pained moans making Alexander feel guilty, but at the same time this is what he’d asked for. No playing around, no beating around the bush, he wanted to be fucked good, hard, and fucking impatiently now. Alexander gave him that, practically tearing through him, each raw thrust heavier than the last. He put everything he had into how he fucked Patrick, knowing that no matter what he gave him the other could take it, hell more often than not he’d still ask for more - even if Alexander had no more to give, Patrick was willing to take all that he was offered.

He was thankful he’d put his hand infront of the others mouth knowing that things would have been loud otherwise, and he made sure to bury his own lips against the others neck knowing that he too might get a little louder than anticipated. He just couldn’t help himself though, there was something about when the two of them got together that just straight up drove him wild. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, not just because he was hurting him in the moment, although he definitely was apologetic of that, but also for all the stress and pain that he had caused him leading up to this night. “I’m so fucking sorry,” it wasn’t often that the King brother admitted when he was in the wrong, but around Patrick he couldn’t help himself. He needed the other to know that what he’d done had only been because of the situation, and it hadn’t meant any disrespect on him (even if it came across as such).

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the remark about his size, “all for you, baby,” at least tonight it was, Patrick invading his thoughts and taking residence in his brain now that they were once more together. He knew this didn’t mean that they were a couple again and could walk off holding hands and singing each others praises, but it had to at least mean something that they’d reached a point to where they couldn’t deny themselves the feeling of each other any longer. He liked to think that was at least some progress, and when Patrick told him not to stop as he reached behind his head to gain some leverage? Alexander had no intentions of doing so, instead quickening his pace the best he could with each shaky breath, lips and teeth capturing the skin of his shoulder, tongue trailing over the wreckage his teeth were leaving.

When he asked for harder Alexander wasn’t even sure how much harder he could go given their positioning, but he at least attempted, his cock pumping viciously into the other, each thrust sending him closer to the brink as he could feel the other loosened around him making his motions much more precise. “I love you, Patrick,” he panted out between thrusts, unable to keep the words from falling from his lips, knowing that it’d taken so long for them to even tell each other, but right now in this moment it was much needed. Even Alexander knew to which direction his heart was leaning, but that didn’t make the love he felt for the other any less. “Don’t fucking walk out on me again, I can’t take it,” that night was one of the hardest he’d faced, and even if their relationship would soon shift because of other reasons (Steven) Alexander needed him in his life. “Don’t leave me alone,” his voice was much needier now, not usually how you’d hear him talking to others but he couldn’t help himself.

[thomasxking]

Thomas was probably one of the most judgmental pricks on that island – and maybe the world. When the subject of love was the topic of conversation, he was cynical and dismissive because he knew how things easily went to shit when feelings were involved. It would be far better if they kept everyone at arm’s length and did not let a single person get close to them enough to fuck them the way Alex was now experiencing it. But as judgmental as he was – the one person he would never say anything about was right by his side. Alex was in the middle of a shit storm and there was nothing Thomas could do to help his older brother other than listen… and provide outside advice. It was what it was. No matter how they proclaimed to be above all those pesky little common emotions, how badly they kept people away – there would always exist someone who would find a little crack and make their way into their hearts. And Alexander had two little worms doing that to him. “You’re fucked.” A laugh escaped from Thomas’ lips before he gulped his drink as quickly as he could. Not that he was mocking his brother – or stating the obvious. There was a point in his own twisted logic. “But as fucked as you are – literally - you have what a lot of people would kill to have, Alex. You have not one but two guys in love with you.” And he wasn’t afraid of it – much unlike him. Alex was a tough nut to crack but once others saw that side of his brother that he knew so well, it was impossible not to love him. And both Patrick and Steven knew Alex. The real him and not the persona he used to walk around the island and whip those common sluts into shape.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Alex… You know me. I am terrified of falling in love because all I can think is that I’ll end up heartbroken.” And in Alex’s case – one of his lovers would end up with their heart broken. Probably more than once. “But I know you will do the right decision for yourself.” Thomas moved from his seat and ended up on the ground, his arms resting on Alex’s knees as he looked up at his brother. “That’s the thing you can never forget, Alex. You will do what is right for you. You can’t stop one of them from getting hurt – it is what it is. But you can focus on what you want. On what will be the best for you and the rest of the world can get bent.” They were Kings after all. If others didn’t submit willingly, they weren’t against moves that would target below the belt. “Just know that whatever you decide – whoever – I just want you happy. And I know you can be happy with either. I’ve seen it. HEARD it. Just take your time. Do what is best for you. That’s what matters.”

[alexkingx]

“Wow, thanks for that,” he should have known his brother would come at him with some random quip like that. How could he think that Thomas would have something profound to say that would end all of his suffering and have him seeing clearly when his brother didn’t necessarily even believe in love. Though, it didn’t just stop there, he continued and Alex could only groan as he leaned his head back against the couch to listen to his brother. Jesus, he was going to kill Jack for showing his brother that damn video, knowing his brother had watched him get fucked? Though, it was rather comical at the same time, in some sick and twisted way because now it was leading to advice.

As his brother mentioned the fact that he’d had two men who loved him he sighed, wishing that weren’t the case, it’d be so much easier if he weren’t loved by either of them. Two men who had captured his heart, something that was so hard to do, and yet both Steven and Patrick had claimed it for different reasons. He didn’t deserve either of them, he was a fucking mess of a man, they both could do so much better than him. “It’s not fucking worth it, I can tell you that much,” but in reality it was, because for the love that he had felt for the men it made his entire world come to life. His world, so bland and grey, opened up by their love and now everything was technicolor.

“I’m going to hurt one of them,” and honestly, he had already hurt both of them. Steven in a way that he wasn’t sure he could ever even come back from, and Patrick in the night that he’d found out about Steven’s return and had demeaned him and made him feel like shit. For as much as he knew he’d hurt one of them though, or both for that matter, nothing scared him more than knowing that he’d be hurting himself more than anything having to lose one (or both again). Hearing that Thomas believed that Alexander would make the right decision had him sighing, hoping that his brother was right, though as he opened his eyes and saw his brother on the ground before him…he couldn’t help but place a hand lovingly on his brothers arm as it rested on his knee.

He leaned forward as he pulled his brother into a hug, a tight embrace after the pep talk that he’d just been given, “I hope you’re right…” This was all just too fucking hard for him, to be a man who didn’t care about anyone, or at least liked to play that part, to now caring more about these two men than he ever thought possible? “I just hope I make the right decision before it kills me, because at the rate I’m going I’ll be six feet under and still fucking torn,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood as he let go of his brother and leaned back into the couch once more. “You’re going to delete that video right?” He asked, turning back to what he’d seen earlier, “something about a sex tape of mine being on my brothers phone seems…wrong?” He laughed, still quite embarrassed by the fact his brother had seen it in the first place.

[alexkingx]

( text ): How about the two of us go on a egg hunt around the island? I'll let you play with mine. - S. Blackwell

It had been a good amount of time since their little get together (that's one way of referring to it) in the club, and Alex just couldn't figure out where the two of them stood. They'd fucked, anger mixed with passion, longing mixed with desperation, so many feelings that he had forced down for so long bubbling to the surface. Their entire night was spent fucking one another, turning the tables, just being together - and man it had felt even more intense than all those years before. It wasn't just a spark between them, the fire was still fully burning, threatening to spread and lay waste to all who dared get close.

Yet, since that night at the club the two had stayed away from one another, perhaps that's all that the night had been? A one time deal, where they could get all their pent up aggression out and call it a day? Was that what it was only meant to be? Alexander tried to reach out, but what was he supposed to even say? He was so confused himself about everything, never having expected to feel so strongly like he had before, but here he was - his feelings, all tormenting him as he sat in his home all alone, a beer within reach though barely nursed.

He heard the text go off and glanced to see who the sender had been, and when he saw Steven's name he couldn't help but grab his phone to read the message over once more. A hunt around the island, he couldn't help but laugh, feeling a somewhat giddiness as he began to type his response to the other. Fucking hell, he hated that Steven made him feel this way, but loved it at the same time.

( text ): someones feeling festive

If it meant time off the beaten path together than Alexander would take it, without question.

( text ): if i'm going to play with anything it better be more rewarding than a god damn egg. ( text ): where we meeting?

What's the worst that could happen right? He needed to figure out where the two of them stood, and that could only happen if they spent time together, so Alexander would make it work for both their sake. He needed to understand what this, whatever it was between them, would amount to.

[alexkingx]

( text ): Left one egg under your pillow today. You can thank me in person if you want? - Patrick

Alex had been away from his place for what had seemed like forever. There had been a business matter to attend to, so he had taken the next flight off of the island, and considering the helicopter didn't run overnight (fuck the guests need to sleep and the noise that it would make - it was the quickest route back home) he was taking a boat in. He didn't mind the midnight ride on the water, especially when he saw the text message that Patrick had sent him. He hadn't told him he was leaving, hell he hadn't told anyone, a business matter not so much to do with the haus as for his own personal agenda.

( text ): Always ( text ): I'll be getting in late tonight, but you should go over anyway, make yourself comfortable, and if you fall asleep before I get back? ( text ): I know just how to wake you....

[alexkingx]

[stevenxblackwell]

There was something about the way Alexander said I know that made Steven actually pause his relentless attack. It wasn’t just the tone of his voice – low and quite kind – almost like Alexander truly understood what he meant with those words. He did hate Alexander. He hated the other man so damn much that Steven could barely feel anything else other than rage when he thought about him over the past years. And that was because he had loved Alexander more than he had ever loved anyone in his life. That’s why everything hurt so much. Why even after therapy and attempting to move onward – Steven still couldn’t do it. A part of him was anchored on what he and Alex used to have. On the closest thing, anyone would ever get to a fairy tale. Was there anything more perfect than to marry the man you loved and live happily ever after? Joshua had done it and Steven could see just how overjoyed his older brother was in the company of his husband. He could have had the exact same thing. He could be with the man he loved for over five years now and they would be freaking unstoppable…

But maybe happy endings were not in the cards for him.

Even if Alexander was saying all the right things and looking at him the same way he used to do back in the day – lovingly and caringly – no matter how Steven still felt love deep within him, a part of him would always hate that man. A part of him would always blame him for destroying their happy ending. For not trusting him enough to deal with what threatened them together. Yes, their parents alone were scary individuals and together they were at a brand new stage of nightmare … but they could have done it. Why didn’t Alexander give them a chance? Why couldn’t he…? Why didn’t he…? But at that moment, as those words rang inside his mind, Steven could see the man he had fallen in love all those years ago. The beacon amongst the storm. The one place he had ever felt secure in. That was the Alexander that he had fallen madly in love with. Oh… how Steven wanted to dare to dream once more but the hate he still nurtured – the injured pride, the loneliness… those elements wouldn’t let things go back to the way they were so easy.

But Lex knew.

He KNEW.

The sudden pull and twist were both expected but surprising. Steven’s hands slammed over the bar counter as Alexander took control of his body – such a familiar display of possessiveness – already knowing what was going to happen. Every cell in his body was urging him to turn the tables on Alex once again. He wasn’t there to be dominated or controlled – even if temporarily. That was something that they used to do when they were together. It wasn’t about the dominance or the displays of power. They could have that with anyone else. It was about matching the other’s intensity. About reminding one another how equal they were. Alex would fuck him and he would fuck Alex. They would roll naked in bed for hours, taking turns in showing their love and appreciation for each other. It wasn’t about being dominated or forcing the other to be submissive. It was about reminding one another that no one in the entire world could ever be as equal as the other. They were on the same step. They would always be on the same step – never one above nor one below.

A loud gasp danced out of Steven’s lips when Alex’s strong hands spread his cheeks open. No other man ever had the right to do so nor would be that fucking audacious. But Lex was on his knees for him. And a King never knelt for anyone. “This doesn’t change a thing. I still hate you.” And loved him. And wanted to kick him in the face but also kiss him. Push him away but also reel him in. But hate or no hate – Alexander’s tongue entered him without care and Steven growled like a caged beast, slamming both of his fists against the counter once more. He was both clenching as hard as he could to deny Alex entrance – but also relaxing to let that familiar tongue to invade him. He wanted to moan and cuss, scream, and gasp… To reach back and pull away but also shove his head deeper between his cheeks so that he could remind him how fucking decadent it was to have his ass devoured like that.

“You are losing your touch.” Venomous words came from a man whose head was spinning with conflicting emotions and drowning in pleasure. Steve reached back – one hand grabbing those silky blond strands and forcing Alexander’s face harder between his cheeks. His tongue wasn’t deep enough. His knees were not trembling enough. But fucking hell – it felt so fucking good that took Steven everything he had not to fuck himself on the other man’s tongue. “If you are going to eat ass – do it like you mean it.” If Alex thought he was just going to be a good boy and take it – he was so sadly mistaken. He had the anonymous whores for that. “Back in the day, you could make me howl. Now? I’m almost bored…”

[alexkingx]

“Wouldn’t want it to,” he smirked as he took a second to appreciate the sight he had before him, the Blackwell leant against the bar, cheeks spread by the Kings hands, and that fucking gasp that he’d be dreaming about later when he was alone in his room? Jesus, he had forgotten just how much he absolutely loved moments like this, and considering he never knew when it’d happen again he sure as hell would take advantage of the time he was given. He would never want to change Steven’s opinion of him, he should be hated, he was a monster, and he knew nothing he could do would change that - it was better for Steven to keep his distance, fuck and then forget about him, move on and find peace. Alexander wasn’t worthy of a happy ending after what he’d done - irregardless of whether it was with Steven or even Patrick. Both men were better off without him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun in the interim right?

His thoughts seemed to dissolve into nothing as soon as he heard that damn growl leave his ex’s lips as his tongue entered him unceremoniously. He was not going to be wasting any damn time, and fuck did he MISS how good he could make the other feel, especially when it meant sweet sounds of pleasure escaping his lips that he couldn’t bare to hold back. To feel just how TIGHT he was, knowing that he was clenching, trying to keep him from ravaging him like all the times before…god fucking damn this was a perfect moment that Alexander needed to mentally capture for when he was alone later. “Loosen up, Blackwell,” he teased, giving the others cheeks a tight squeeze before offering a slap against one, drowning himself in the others ass as he fucking craved it like air in the moment.

The quip, him losing his touch, that was laughable at best considering the damn slut his tongue was turning the other into. He could feel the others legs quivering beneath him, those sultry moans that were escaping, so the words meant nothing to Alexander as he instead moved his tongue faster, deeper, letting out a damn groan himself as he felt the others hand in his hair burying him further between his cheeks. Fucking hell, this was absolute heaven, knowing that Steven Blackwell wanted him just as badly as he was wanting him in return? He knew the Blackwell brother was just doing this to piss him off, to light a damn fire in his belly, but he wouldn’t let those words effect him - at least not in a negative way. He wanted to give Steven what he wanted, prove to him that he was no less a King now than he was before, and if it was howling that he wanted Alexander would make sure he sang his praises to the moon tonight.

Not before having a little fun of his own though, pushing back against the hand that drew him closer, “I could always stop if I’m doing such a bad job,” he smirked, having zero intentions of stopping though at least he could pretend right? His finger came up to circle the mans entrance, his tongue teasing as it trailed behind his finger, circling the muscled rim as he absolutely LOVED tormenting the other. “We both know you're anything but bored right now," he quipped, refusing to believe for a minute that Steven didn't feel just as much anticipation as Alexander did. They'd always been so damn connected, Alexander taking his finger into his mouth to wet it, eyes closed as he slowly pressed his finger against the others tight ring.

"You're free to leave, if you're so bored," his words no longer were filled with venom, instead lust as his finger wasted no more time sinking deep inside of the other, beginning to finger fuck his former flame as his lips left a trail of hot kisses up his back, Alexander lifting himself back to standing, his tongue trailing over the Blackwell's skin, free hand roaming over the others body wanting to feel every last inch of him - a second finger working it's way into him as he began to scissor the others hole open, stretching it out for him, working it open like he'd done time and time before. "I want you to stay though," his mouth brushing over the others shoulder, teeth sinking into his skin in a possessive bite that was sure to leave a mark, "for old times sake..." He smirked, sucking at the flesh he'd just marked to draw out the redness. Sure, his words were going to piss Steven off, but wasn't that what the point of tonight had been? To make sure he continued to hate him?