Yes, Baby... Part 8
Your little brother just doesn't know any better. Or does he? cw: pseudo!incest but actually real bone i think now, didi caleb/jiejie mc, dub!con/non!con, very control behaviour, didi does the worst thing he could ever do... hook up with another woman!, violence, excessive amounts of hickies, leb is a pain slut, cumming untouched, ruined orgasm, a second of bj.
The thought of Xavier having touched you sends Caleb off the deep end. He's not satisfied with your denials or even you having let him put his cock inside you. No, he had tried to demand that you quit your job, and when you, of course, adamantly refused, he demanded you get a new partner—a woman this time, he insisted.
“You think I can just up and change my mission partner? That’s not how it works, Caleb.” You tell incredulously, his childish way of thinking driving you crazy. Shouldn't he have grown out of it by now? He's in college for god's sake. But then again, there are a lot of things he hasn’t grown out of. “And even if it did, why would I do that? Xavier is the best hunter in Linkon, maybe even in the entire world, I'd be—”
“Yeah, he’s so fucking great isn’t he?” He cuts you off bitterly, “Is that why you want to fuck him?”
“I don't!” You bristle, “I proved it, didn't I?”
“All you proved is that he didn’t fuck you yet.” He snarls, "And I don’t plan to give him the opportunity.”
You feel like a child being scolded. It's absurd. You're the older sibling here and he's acting out of line. No sister should ever have to answer to the jealous accusations of her own little brother, and yet here you are.
“Xavier has saved my life many times, Caleb.” You remind him, hoping this fact would make him come to his senses. After all, he would go insane if he lost his jiejie because of his stupid jealousy, wouldn’t he? “I am not going to change my partner and put my life at risk because of your jealous delusions.”
But when has Caleb listened to reason?
“Then quit.”
“Oh my god.”
The argument drags on for hours, going around in circles with heated accusations and loaded threats flying from both of you towards the other. You threaten to cut him off sex entirely. He threatens to drop out of the DAA and stay by your side 24/7. In the end, after your voice has gone hoarse from shouting and you'd nearly pulled all your hair out in frustration, you and Caleb finally reach a compromise.
An insane, ridiculous, absurd compromise, but a compromise nonetheless.
You will get to keep your job and stay partners with Xavier but with the caveat that you will wear a tracking device on you at all time, hidden inside the necklace you had gifted Caleb the day he went away to Skyhaven. The irony is not lost on you—the same necklace intended to celebrate the day he was supposed to fly free, now binds him to your every move.
But it's not just that. The necklace will give him your location but not what you're doing or who you're with. So in order to soothe his paranoia, you're to keep him updated about all your missions. You're to answer his texts and calls immediately, and when asked to provide proof of what you’re doing in the form of photos or videos. And to make sure that despite all of this you haven't managed to sneak off and fuck your partner, you're to allow him to inspect your pussy every time he visits.
It's utterly insane. Every part of this arrangement makes your skin crawl, but it’s the only compromise that Caleb has accepted that would keep him in Skyhaven to continue his studies, and allow you to hold onto your job at the Hunter’s Association.
In return, Caleb agrees to keep trying to date. He's to provide proof of doing so—photos from dates, screenshots of conversations, any and all evidence that he’s actually giving it an honest shot this time. And while he’s with them, he's not to call or beg you for help.
You also refuse to let him put his cock inside you again, even if it's just the tip. He almost lost it last time and you don't trust him to control himself any better next time, no matter how much he begs and pleads and insists he was just ‘too jealous and it will be different this time, jie, I swear.’
You both struggle greatly with this new arrangement you've forced on each other.
You find it deeply humiliating to be monitored like a cheating partner trying to earn back your slighted lover's trust, when in truth you’re only trying to contain your brother’s dangerous obsession.
What makes it even worse is that you're forced to lie to your coworkers, telling them that the reason that you're always on the phone with your brother is because he's going through a very rough period and needs your constant support. Luckily, most of them have already met Caleb and seen first hand how clingy he is with you. They also adore him, and so they accept the excuse with sympathetic smiles and well wishes, but that doesn't make the situation any less embarrassing.
The one person who appears to doubt your claims is the one person you never want to find out the truth. But it's hard to hide from him when Caleb is ten times worse whenever you're alone with Xavier. The silver-haired man must clearly see how nervous and uncomfortable you get whenever Caleb calls during your missions. He tried a couple of times to ask if everything is okay, but you'd brushed him off more than a little harshly and he stopped asking since. You'd feel bad for it if you didn’t fully know that you're doing him a favour. He doesn’t need to get involved with your mess and you certainly don't need his condescending pity.
For his part, Caleb struggles almost as much as you do—if his constant whining is any indication. Though you do not feel that your situations are in any way comparable.
He keeps his end of the deal and goes on dates, sending proof whenever you ask for it—chat screenshots, photos of dates, even awkward selfies with the girl of the minute. You can tell that his heart is not in it any more than before but at least he sells it better. But make no mistake, he makes sure to remind you constantly that you are forcing these relationships on him and that this arrangement is not an excuse for you to try to get with Xavier or anyone else.
The one thing he refuses to do, no matter how many dates he goes on with different girls or even the same one, is to get physical with any of them. It's the one line he won't cross again, no matter how much you push. You know that sex isn't the end all be all of relationships, but the fact that he can't bring himself to sleep with or even mess around with any of the girls doesn't bode well for either of you.
Is it the fantasy of having sex with you that's got him so hung up? Would the spell finally break if you actually fuck him or will it make everything ten times worse?
That question plagues you more and more as time flies by. Day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year—time brings his graduation day looming closer and closer, and with it the actualisation of the dreaded promise you made to him.
If you can't find a girl who can make him fall for her, then you might really have to lose your virginity to your little brother.
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You feel dreadfully exhausted tonight, but sleep is out of the question for you. If you miss Caleb’s nightly call, there will be hell to pay. If you even so much as don't pick up by the second ring, his mind starts spiraling and he makes up all sorts of insane scenarios in his head of you sneaking off with Xavier or being out on a date with someone else or god forbid in bed with another man getting your back blown out.
He'd work himself up into a frenzy in only a few moments and you'd have to spend the rest of the night talking him down from abandoning it all to come stay with you forever or forcing you to quit your job and become his indoor jiejie.
So when his call doesn't come at ten o'clock sharp, you're immediately on high alert. Still, you try to convince yourself that him being a few minutes late is normal and was bound to happen one day, and that the opposite is actually insane. But as the minutes lapse from single digits to two, you start to fret. You check your phone signal, making sure it's strong and that his calls aren't being bounced back. You try to call yourself and it goes through fine. You check your messaging apps to see if he has sent anything to let you know he'll be late calling.
But there is nothing wrong with your phone and he hasn't texted or tried to call you since five. What the hell is going on?
Then your thoughts turn from anxiety to terror. What if something happened to him? Though he is still just a trainee pilot, his job is incredibly dangerous and could go awry at any moment. What if he has gotten into an accident at work? What if he's lying injured in a hospital in Skyhaven, comatosed and unable to ask for you? What if he's in bits and pieces all over the floating island.
No. Surely, they would have called you if he had gotten into an accident. But what else could explain your brother's uncharacteristic silence?
So you try to reach him yourself. You call and text but get no response. That's when the horror really sets in.
You scour his social media for any clue but find nothing to indicate where he might be or what happened to him. You don't have any of his friends’ contact details but you know that his closest friend and roommate is called Gideon and it only takes a cursory look at Caleb's profile to find him and send him a frantic message asking about Caleb's whereabouts.
Oh, you’re Caleb’s older sister! I’ve heard so much about you from him.
You can only imagine what else he’s heard from others.
Do you know where he is? He hasn’t called me tonight. He always calls.
You know you’re only feeding the rumors, but right now you don’t care. You need to know that Caleb is safe and in one piece.
Uh, I don’t think I can say. It’s classified.
His words immediately set you on edge, confirming all your worries. So you weren’t being paranoid. He really is in trouble.
If you don’t tell me where he is right now I’ll take the earliest train to Skyhaven and knock down every door until I find him.
You won’t… He’s on a mission.
What mission?
I can’t say. It’s classified.
I don’t care. Is he in trouble? When is he coming back? Where the hell is he? Gideon, I swear to god, if you don’t tell me, I’ll come find you and get the truth out of you.
Alright. Alright. I shouldn’t really be telling you this but he, and a handful other top cadets, were chosen for a secret mission in deepspace.
Deepspace? What the fuck is the DAA doing in deepspace and why did they send my brother there?
I don’t know. As I said, it's classified.
Gideon, I know you’re my brother’s closest friend, but if anything happens to him because you’re keeping things from me, I won’t spare you.
Perhaps you’re being unfair to the guy, but you don’t really care. You don’t care that it’s classified. You don’t care why he was sent on this mission. To hell with it all. You’ll go there and bring your little brother back yourself even if it meant he’d be treated like a wimp or even kicked out of the DAA, and you’re seen as the crazy, controlling older sister who ruined her little brother’s future. You don’t care about any of it. You just want him home safe.
I swear, I really don’t know.
Well, when is he supposed to come back?
That’s the thing… It was supposed to be a one day mission. All the other cadets have returned, only he and his mission partner haven’t.
Your blood runs cold. The phone shakes in your hands.
Is he…?
He’s alive. That’s all I know. Apparently they’re still receiving transmission from his ship, but no one can talk to him directly. At least, I can’t.
I’m coming to Skyhaven.
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You don't manage to catch a wink of sleep that night, pacing around the apartment the entire time, waiting for the sun to rise, until your legs ache and your blood stagnates, your poor heart struggling to pump it from your busy feet to your overwhelmed brain.
You check your phone obsessively, refreshing messages and call logs until the phone overheats and burns your skin.
By the early hours of the morning, when you still haven’t heard anything from or about Caleb, you call into work to request emergency leave, and hop onto the earliest train to Skyhaven. The journey there has always been long, but today it feels endless. As you ride the high speed train, you think of all the times your little brother has ridden it and how he felt, anxious at times when you’d been fighting, excited and hopeful when you’d make up, terrified when you’d put distance between you. You think of how the one thing he ever really wanted was to be with you and how he’d been so obsessive about it, it had made you overlook what a privilege it was to spend time with him and have him as your little brother.
You will not let this be a life-long regret. You will bring him back.
When you finally arrive at the DAA, you raise absolute hell.
You storm through the campus, banging on every door you can find, from low-level administrative staff to senior faculty members. You demand answers. Where is your brother? When will he be back? Why was he sent on this suspicious mission without your knowledge? How do they plan to guarantee his safe return?
You make it very clear that Caleb is not some dispensable toy soldier for them to throw into the void. He has a family. He has people who love him. And you will not let his disappearance go quietly.
Your persistence eventually causes enough of a scene that you’re escorted—basically dragged—into the office of the man overseeing the mission. Professor Lucius.
The gray-haired man is seated behind his desk when you’re ushered into the room. You pause for a moment as you appraise him. He appears slim and unassuming, nothing like the stern, uniformed military men littered around the campus. He looks more like a scholar than a soldier.
“Welcome, Miss Xia.” He offers you a calm smile but you have no time for smiles and no capacity for calm. His voice sets you in motion, and you rush towards him, slamming your hands on the desk in front of him as you lean down to look at him with wild eyes.
“Where the hell is my brother?”
“Please, have a seat.” He says smoothly, unfazed by your outburst, and gestures to the chair by your side.
You ignore the offer. “Where the hell is he?”
Professor Lucius sighs, folding his hands on the desk. “In Deepspace. As to his exact location… I’m afraid I can’t be too sure at this moment. He seems to have ventured into an uncharted part of deepspace.”
Your blood boils at how at ease he seems by this troubling information, as if he’s misplaced an ornament rather than your beloved, precious brother. “How could this happen? Why the hell is he in deepspace? What exactly are you people up to? He’s still a trainee, you had no right to send him out there without notifying me!”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you the details of that.” Professor Lucius says calmly, “All I can assure you is that your brother is alive and we’re doing our best to get him back to you.”
“How can you do shit if you don’t even know where he is?” Your scream, enraged.
“We’re still sending out signals to guide him back to us. We’ve also dispatched reinforcements to try and locate his ship.”
“And have you located it?”
“Not yet, but I’m confident we will. If you’d just go back to Linkon and leave this to us—”
“Like hell, I will.” You grit out, your hand reaching out like second nature to grab your weapon, pointing it directly at the man who made your brother disappear. “Tell me where my brother is right now or I swear I’ll—”
A shadow slinks off the wall, and in the blink of an eye, a tall, thin man is standing between you and Lucius.
“Get out my way or I will shoot you.” You threaten, not sure if you’re even bluffing. If you find out that your brother is gone and this professor is behind it, it’s not going to be just a threat anymore.
“Calm down, Misssss.” The man hisses, his voice sibilant like a snake’s. “Your baby brother will be back in your loving armsssss ssssoon.”
You narrow your eyes, grip tightening on your weapon. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Ignore Viper.” Lucius says, leaning back in his chair. “He likes to engage too much in campus gossip.”
“Well, go fucking gossip somewhere else and leave me and the professor to chat.” You seethe, keeping your weapon pointed at where Lucius’s chest would be if Viper wasn’t standing in the way.
“I’m afraid Viper must remain here for my safety.”
“You think he’s going to protect you?”
“Try me.” The green haired man grins, his teeth sharp and far too numerous to be natural, but you pay it no mind, launching yourself over the desk and towards him.
Your first kick slams into his ribs with all the pent up anger and terror you’ve felt for the past half a day. Viper lets out a pained hiss, staggering backwards but not getting out of the way. Whatever. You’ve still got plenty of rage left. You follow up with a vicious elbow to his jaw, making his head snap back with a sickening crack.
For a split second, you freeze in horror at the odd angle of his neck, convinced he will fall dead at any moment. But still, he stands, and then he slowly turns his head back towards you, blood pouring between his jagged teeth.
Your momentary shock costs you, and he manages to land a hit on you, kicking you hard in the stomach. The air explodes from your lungs as you double over, and before you can recover, his fist crashes into your face. Pain pours out along with the blood from your nose, and your vision swims from the impact.
You hit the ground hard. Viper is on you in an instant, and through your hazy vision you see him rearing his arm for another punch. No. You will not go down so easily. You will prevail because you have someone you’re fighting for.
Blinking desperately to clear your vision, you manage to block his fist. Grabbing his arm, you twist it savagely, fully intending on breaking it. And it does, but not the way bone breaks. It doesn’t feel right, doesn’t sound right.
Still, he howls in pain, and you use the leverage to roll him over, ending up on top. He bares his fangs at you and lunges upwards, trying to sink them into your throat. You grab his head and slam it to the ground, banging it against the hard surface once. But that doesn’t stop him. So you do it again. And again. And again. Until his head is a mess of blood and… metal?
You feel an electric shock go through your palm, and you yank your hand back, staring down in shock at the blood soaked metal and wire of the man, thing, under you.
“What are you?” You breathe, chest heaving.
But he just gives you a bloody grin. “Now I sssee where little Caleb getsss his violence from. You raissed him to be jusst like you.”
“Shut the fuck up.” You snarl, drawing your gun and pointing it straight at his head. “Whatever you are, a bullet will kill you just the same.”
“That’s quite enough, Miss Xia.” Lucius hurries out, “Viper is only here to help your brother. We all are.”
For a split second, you relish the sound of panic in the man’s voice. So he’s not so unshakeable after all. But then you look at the crumpled, bloody thing under you, and a wave of nausea rolls through you.
God, you were going to kill him.
You jump up, putting some distance between you. You tear your eyes away from him as you wipe his blood on your pants. “You’re the ones who did this.” You say shakily, swallowing down the bile at the back of your throat.
“He asked for it.” Lucius hisses, “He wanted to be included in the mission. He is one of the DAA’s most promising pilots and he wanted to prove that one day he would make a worthy soldier.”
“You’re fucking lying. Caleb doesn’t want to be a soldier!” You snarl, “He’s only a boy, and when he’s back, I will never let you or any of your goons come near him again.”
“A boy?” Lucius laughs and leans back in his chair. “I suppose you have raised him, and in a way will always see him as a little boy. You’re been like a mother to him, after all.” Your hands curl into fists as he studies you with a cold, contemptuous look, and you struggle to smother down the rage threatening to consume you again. Lucius is old. He might not survive the same treatment you’ve given Viper, and if he dies, your brother might never make it back. “But he’s a grown man now, and he has made his own decision. You can ask him yourself when he comes back.”
You glare at him, nails digging into your palms, heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst from your chest. “You’d better hope he comes back. Or I will bring you, and whoever is behind you, down. I will make sure that whatever suffering Caleb has gone through will be repaid tenfold to every last one of you.”
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One day turns into two, then three, and soon you lose all sense of time.
You practically live at the DAA now, showing up every single day to demand updates and answers. Though you see Lucius or his pet every day, you get no more tangible information from them than what the first meeting has given you.
So you don’t stop there. If they won’t tell you what is happening with your brother, then you’ll just have to do your own investigation. You’re good at it. It’s part of your job, after all.
You question anyone and everyone, from faculty, to administrators, to even random cadets—the latter prove to be more helpful than any of these useless, spineless officials. You gather that this professor Lucius doesn’t even work at the DAA. He apparently is affiliated with a group called EVER and the farspace fleet.
You’ve heard of this EVER group a few times at your job, and it’s never been to do with anything good. They’re suspected of shady dealings, questionable research and protocore smuggling. What the hell is your brother doing associating with them? What do they have on him? And why hasn’t he mentioned any of this to you? Does he feel like he can’t come to you with these things anymore because of everything that has happened lately? How have you failed him this badly?
The longer you are separated from him, the more life ceases to have any meaning or purpose. Your entire life has been dedicated to him—to raising him well, to making sure he gets a good education, achieves his dreams, and finds the woman who will give him the happiness and love he deserves. He has always been the centre of your world. Even when you’d pushed him away, it was for his own good.
You may have wanted things for yourself too—friends of your own, a lover, a job where you weren’t overshadowed by your golden brother, but never, for a second, did you really want to be separated from him. For what are the trees without the sunshine? How can flowers bloom in eternal shade? The little garden of your own you’d so wished to build can only wither and die without your sun.
And if he doesn’t come back, you too will wither and die.
Gideon, bless him, takes pity on you. When he sees you at the academy, from dusk to dawn, for the third day in a row, he offers you Caleb’s dorm bed to stay in while you wait for his return. You accept without hesitation.
That night, when you lay your head on your little brother’s pillow and breathe in the scent of him still clinging to the sheets, the tears finally come. You hadn’t allowed yourself to cry before this moment because, in an irrational, superstitious way, you’d convinced yourself that if you cry then you’d be admitting that you’d lost him. And you will never, ever accept that until you are holding his cold, limp body in your arms. And then you’d quickly follow.
But when the first whiff of his scent hits your body, it bypasses every mental roadblock you’d put in to protect yourself, smashing through them and taking over your body until you’re a shaking, sobbing mess.
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On the seventh day, he finally returns.
You hear of it not from Lucius nor any official, but from Gideon, who sprints out of his lecture hall the moment he gets word. He finds you camped out in the administration building and breathlessly informs you that Caleb’s ship has returned and is preparing for landing.
You’re already running before he finishes his sentence.
You reach the runway just as the ship begins its descent. A growing crowd of students, instructors, and security gathers around you, but you barely register them. Your heart hammers faster with every passing second, thundering in your ears louder than the roar of the aircraft.
It feels like he’s been gone from you forever, and for a terrible moment, you wonder if he really has. What if they’re bringing back his body? What if you have to stare at his lifeless face, cold and still, silently blaming you for pushing him away and into the claws of the vile professor? What if… what if the ship comes back empty, and you never get to hold your brother again, not even his remains?
You become paralysed by the mounting fear, your body rooted to the spot as the ship touches down with a heavy thud. For a long time nothing happens. The ship is still. The crowd around you is silent. Your heart is seemingly the last living thing in the world. But not for long. Not if this ghost ship has claimed your brother’s life.
Then, slowly, the ship opens up and the ramp lowers down—so languidly as if its passengers are entirely unaware of the world waiting on them. And finally, finally, you see a silhouette at the top of the ramp, broad-shouldered and imposing, seemingly untouched by the week-long ordeal in deepspace. A flicker of reluctant admiration rises in you. That must be your brother’s mission partner. With a man who looks so capable, Caleb had to have been in good hands.
As the man starts his descent down the ramp, you strain to look behind, searching for your brother, but all you see is a small figure—too small to be a man, certainly not a man as tall as your brother.
Where is he? You thought there were only two pilots on that ship. Where did he go?
You crane your neck, scanning desperately behind the two pilots, anxiety clawing higher with every passing second. Your knees feel weak. The world starts to tilt.
But before you can collapse into a heaving mess on the ground, the sun catches the man’s face, illuminating those familiar boyish features that even the darkness of deepspace couldn’t dim, and your heart swells so large in your chest, it fills your entire ribcage and smothers your lungs. With no air left inside them, you take off, running breathlessly towards your baby brother, desperate to hold him in your arms again.
But at the gate, you’re blocked by the guards who stand in your way. “Ma’am, you have to wait! It is not safe to go onto the runway!”
“I don’t care! Let me go. I need to go to him!” You shout, ready to fight them to get to him.
But before you can, you feel the air around you suddenly grow thin, and in a split second, the guards who had stopped you are flung out of the way.
You never could run gracefully whenever Caleb messed around with gravity. Even when he lessened its downward pull rather than multiplying it, it was still a struggle in its own way, making you feel like an astronaut taking their first ever steps on the moon. But you don’t have to go far. You only take a few wobbly steps before Caleb closes the distance between you in long, urgent strides.
To your surprise, instead of hauling you into his arms and lifting you off the ground the way he so often liked to do since his growth spurt gave him a good few inches on you, he bends his tall frame down and lets you wrap your arms around him. He latches onto you, seemingly trying to bury himself into your body the way he did when he was smaller than you.
Oh, Baby. You must’ve been so scared out there.
He hugs you so tightly it feels like he might break your ribs, but you still pull him fast towards you. You’d let him break you open, and then wrap your arms around the shattered pieces of your ribcage if that is what it took to keep him safe. Him. Your Caleb. Your little brother. Your baby. He is back in your arms and you’ll never, ever let anyone or anything take him away from you again.
“God, I thought I lost you.” You sob into his neck, tears soaking his flightsuit. “I thought—”
“I’m sorry.” Caleb whispers, pulling back just enough to cradle your face in his large hands, thumbs gently brushing away your tears. “I’m here. I came back to you.”
His eyes follow the trail of your tears to where one of them trickles towards your mouth, and runs along the seams. He stares at them, the longing clear in his gaze.
You lace your fingers in his hair and pull him closer until your noses brush, your breaths mingling as one, and it feels like you could become one if you would just give him what he wants. Then you would never lose him again.
You lean up, forgetting where you are and who is around you, but before your lips can touch, you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat. You startle, swinging your head around towards the source, your fists still clinging to Caleb’s dirty flight suit, prepared to fight tooth and nail to protect him.
Your heart seizes up in shock and terror when you realise Lucius is standing in front of you with a crowd of students and staff gathered a little way behind him.
“Welcome back, son.” He greets, and it is that word, that last poisonous word, that makes you rage. “We have a lot to catch up on. Why don’t you follow me back to my office?”
“He is not your son.” You snarl, staying firmly in front of Caleb’s larger body as if you could physically shield him from his view. “And you will never come near him ever again.”
He gives you a condescendingly patient smile. “Now, now, Miss Xia. Please calm down. Your brother is perfectly capable of speaking for himself.” He turns his pointed gaze towards Caleb, and you want to lunge forward and gouge his hateful eyes out so he could never lay them on your little brother ever again. “Or do you need your big sister’s permission, Captain?”
Caleb tenses behind you, and you glance back to see the pretty shape of his lips twist downwards in displeasure, and you think for sure he will set this arrogant prick straight. But then he turns his gaze towards you, and his features soften ever so slightly. “It's okay, jie. The professor just wants to make sure that the mission went well.”
“Obviously, it hasn’t.” You squawk, “You were supposed to be back 6 days ago!”
“We just ran into a small hiccup, that’s all.” He brushes off your concern, and you stare at him incredulously as he turns back to the loathsome man. “The mission was otherwise a great success, professor. But as you can see, my sister is very distressed about my unexpected absence. If you could let me spend some time with her to reassure her that I’m fine, I’ll debrief you on everything first thing in the morning.”
You watch in shock as Caleb speaks over you as if you're a hysterical woman who needs to be calmed down by the level-headed man, and not an older sister who is rightfully furious that her little brother almost lost his life on a questionable mission. And worst of all, he still wants to associate with the very person who sent him on it!
Lucius is quiet for a moment, pinning you down with that gloating, condescending gaze that seems to say, ‘See, you silly woman? Your baby brother is no longer a baby. He is a man, and he will do as men do. You can’t protect him. You can’t stop him.’
No. You refuse to believe it. Caleb must just be pretending, playing along until the two of you are alone so he can tell you the truth of everything and confess how he was forced into this, and that he’ll never do it again.
“Professor Lucius.” Comes a smooth, confident voice. You turn to see a young woman step forward and place a hand on the professor’s arm. “Let them have their family time together. She’s a civilian, and she doesn’t know the nature of our job. It all must be so hard on her. I’ll fill you in on the details while they catch up.”
Civilian? Why is everyone treating you like you’re a swooning woman? You’re a deepspace hunter, goddammit! Any one of them would lose their mind if their loved one went missing and they had no idea whether they were coming back. And who the hell is she, anyway?
You eye the way she seems so comfortable with the professor, before your gaze sweeps over her and her dirty, dishevelled uniform. With a start, you realise that this is Caleb’s mission partner, the one you saw walking behind him off the ramp. What spell did this man have on these young pilots that they’d risk their lives for his approval?
The professor hesitates for a moment, regarding you with that same haughty, condescending look. You glare right back.
“I tried to tell her that you’d be back safely, but she wouldn’t believe me.” He finally says with a sigh, then adds pointedly. “I, of course, never doubted either of your capabilities.”
You want to maul him. You didn’t doubt your brother. You doubted the man who sent him off to his potential death.
But Caleb’s soft voice stops you as he murmurs into your hair. “It’s okay, jie.”
His reassurance does not dim your fury, but you bite your tongue. The longer you stay here fighting with Lucius, the more time you waste not having Caleb alone and in your arms while he explains why he never wanted any of this to happen and that he’s so sorry and will never hurt you like this again.
Lucius begrudgingly listens to the two young pilots, and you watch as he and Caleb’s mission partner walk away together, leaving you and Caleb behind… surrounded by Gideon and a crowd of students and staff. They are clearly eager to welcome Caleb back and bombard him with questions about the mysterious mission, but they hesitate after the scene they’d just witnessed. You’re sure most of them had heard about you before, and this little show may not have done you many favours, but you don’t care. You only care that your brother is alive and back to you.
“Uh, welcome back, man.” Gideon starts awkwardly, stepping forward to pat Caleb on the back.
“Thanks, Gideon.” Caleb replies tightly, still tense from the confrontation, and before either Gideon or any of the other students had the chance to speak up again, Caleb continues, “As you can see, me and my sister have a lot to catch up on. Would you mind leaving the dorm to us for the night? I don’t want to send her back to Linkon in this state.”
In this state. Again, he talks about you as if you’re the crazy one here. Has the world gone mad?
“Of course.” Gideon says with a small, awkward smile. “She’s already been staying with me for the past week.”
Caleb’s hold on you tightens immediately, his overgrown fingernails digging into your waist. “Well, that’s just perfect.” He mutters, giving him a strained smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
He doesn’t waste another second, pulling you by the waist away from the crowd and towards his dorm room. Once you’re out of earshot, he hisses, “Is it true? Were you staying in the dorm with him?”
“I wanted to be here whenever you came back, and he graciously offered your bed.” You explain, a little caught off guard by the chosen topic of conversation.
“You should have kicked him out then.” Caleb growls. “Why did he need to sleep with you?”
“He didn’t sleep with me.” You snap, “I slept in your bed. He slept in his.”
“You were alone in the room with him for days on end.” He plows on, “That is unacceptable.”
“Are we really talking about this right now?” You stare at him incredulously as you reach his dorm door and watch him unlock it. “You just came back from a week-long disappearance in deepspace! You went on a mission you never even mentioned to me, and this is what you choose to focus on?”
“And I’ve come back to my sister cozying up with another man!” He spits out, shoving you inside. The moment the door closes, Caleb is pushing you against it, his mouth crashing against yours, kissing you like a starving animal.
In your shock, you don’t respond fast enough, and that isn’t to Caleb’s liking. His hand goes to grab your jaw, his fingers digging into your cheeks to force your mouth open so he can shove his tongue inside, the both of you moaning as you finally taste each other after this frightful week.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He pants into your mouth, pressing his hips against you, letting you feel just how hard he already is. His hands slide under your shirt, palming your breasts roughly, thumbs brushing over your nipple as he groans into your mouth.
“Didi—” You try to say, needing to get some answers from him before he works himself up beyond reason. But he doesn’t wanna listen, his hands squeezing your breasts tighter, fingers pinching your nipples between them, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through you.
“Missed this body. Missed the way you feel. Missed the way you taste. Nothing could ever compare. No one could ever come close to you, jie.” He rambles deliriously, grinding his cock against you through your clothes.
“Didi—wait.” Your back arches, involuntarily pressing yourself more into his touch, your panties already growing wet, your body trained to respond to him by now—his touch, his taste, his scent.
Damn it. You can’t both lose yourselves in this.
Lifting your hands up, you press them to his chest and shove him back harshly. “Caleb, stop! We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. Just let me have what I need for once before I die, jie.” He grunts, continuing to grind against you, and even through your clothes you can feel his hard cock rubbing insistently against your clit. It makes your knees weak and your toes tingle.
But the mention of his death is like a bucket of ice water that has been dumped on you. “Yes, we do. And don’t you fucking dare say that again. You won’t die because you will stay away from that man, do you hear me?”
“You want to talk? Fine.” He glares down at you, eyes blazing with anger and unsatiated desire. “Let’s start with you never speaking to Gideon again. Don’t see him, don’t talk to him. Don’t even look at him.”
He tries to capture your lips with his again, but you turn your face away. He chases after it, his lips only meeting your cheek and jaw, and he lathers them in wet, needy kisses that he had hoped your mouth would reciprocate.
In a bid to stop him, you slap your hand over his mouth and push his face back. “That’s not what I want to talk about.” You hiss, frustrated. “I want to know what the hell this mission was for and why you ever thought it was a good idea to go and not even tell me.”
He drags your hand down so he can talk back. “If I told you, you would have tried to stop me.”
“Damn right, I would have.”
“Yeah?” He drawls, his hips giving a harsh thrust against you. “What would you have given to stop me, jie?”
You grit your teeth together, his body stoking the burning desire inside of you while his words fan your fury, both of them fighting to gain the upper hand.
“Do you think about anything else?” You berate him, and he chuckles darkly. “No. You drive me fucking crazy. I can’t help it. You did this to me, Jie. When are you going to take responsibility for making me like this? How much longer will you keep denying me? I am running out of patience, jie.”
Your breath catches in your throat. His words are like knives to your chest, slicing through your heart, cutting up your lungs, massacring what you won’t give him. Is that his revenge for denying him?
Caleb has always been demanding and impatient, but something feels different about him now. Something has changed in him out there in deepspace, and it scares you.
Your body goes rigid when you feel his hand move down your body as he tries to push his fingers under the waistband of your pants. You rear your hand back and slap him hard across the face. “Stop it. Now. You’re scaring me.”
His head swings to the side for a moment, and you try to use the momentary stillness to catch your breath. What is wrong with him?
When he looks back at you, the ravenous hunger is not gone from his face, but it is tempered by a simpering need.
“I’m scaring you? I’ve been terrified out there, jie. I thought I would not make it back to you.” He whimpers, desperate. “I thought I lost my chance and that I will never find you again. I was so lost without you. So empty and hopeless. Why do you keep doing this to me, jie? I know you love me like I love you. Why do you torture me?”
You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “You’re the one who went on that mission. You’re the one who chose to leave!”
“You’ve been trying to leave me for years!” He shouts, and the pain in his voice paralyses you. You stand rigid as his hands push your shirt up over your breasts, bearing them to his ravenous mouth. He bends down and kisses them, lips and tongue hot and needy against your skin. “Tell me. Does it hurt, jie?”
Yes. It hurts so bad.
You choke on a sob. “Didi, I—”
But your words suddenly catch in your throat as your eyes land on a strange red mark on the side of his neck. Though Caleb looks haggard and dirty from the mission, he doesn’t appear injured. So what the hell is that?
You reach up with trembling fingers and touch it cautiously. “What is this?”
“It’s nothing.” He brushes you off, and tries to catch your lips in his again. “Just focus on me.”
You frown, and grab a fistful of his hair to yank his head back, craning his neck to the side to inspect the mark more closely. Your stomach drops as recognition hits you. You know exactly what this is. Caleb has left a few on you before when he got too wound up to listen to your warnings. You had never dared to give him one in return… a hickey. A love bite.
Your vision swims as you spot another one peeking just under the collar of his shirt.
“Off.” You order, voice quivering as you tug at the hem of his shirt.
He shakes his head, and tries to press himself to you again. “We don’t need to. I can do it with my clothes on—”
You shove the fabric upward forcefully, and the sight that greets you makes your stomach plummet.
Faint hickeys and reddish-purple love bites scatter across his collarbones, his chest, and even lower on his abdomen, just above the waistband of his pants. They’re of varying ages, some fresh and angry red, others older and fading into bluish-purple. His once-flawless skin is corrupted, littered with the evidence of someone else’s claim.
You feel sick.
“Who?” You ask, voice tight.
“It doesn’t matter.” Caleb answers quickly, pushing his shirt back down. “You’re here now.”
“Who?” You snap, unrelenting.
Caleb hesitates, searching your eyes for something you don’t know—lenience? Heartbreak? jealousy? You don’t know if he finds them. All you can feel is fury.
“Jenny.”
Your stomach twists into a thousand knots. “Who is Jenny?”
“My mission partner.”
Of course. Who else could it be? The woman who accompanied him on the mission that almost took him from you.
“I thought you were trying to find your way back.”
“I was.” He insists, “I wanted to come back to you right away, but I didn’t know where I was or if I even would be able to make it back.”
So he decided to fuck it all and sleep with the nearest living creature?
You’ve been stuck here in Skyhaven for a week, doing nothing but investigating his disappearance—off work, barely sleeping, barely eating, terrified to death you might never see him again—all while he was out having a rendezvous in deepspace with some girl he never even mentioned to you before?
“How long have you been together?” You ask flatly, and his eyes widen. “We’re not together.”
“Oh.” You mutter. “So you’re just fucking?”
“We’re not.” He clarifies quickly. “We just… helped each other while we were stranded.”
Like you've been helping him? So if you weren’t there, would he have latched onto the closest other woman? Is that how it really is?
“It didn’t mean anything.” He carries on urgently, “It’s because I missed you so much.”
You laugh mirthlessly, his explanation meaningless to you. You missed him too. You worried you’d never see him again too. Yet it didn’t even cross your mind to seek help in anyone else.
“Are you upset?” Caleb asks so stupidly, so utterly moronic. “I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again. You’re here now.”
He smiles at you in a way that would normally melt your heart, but right now it only makes it burn.
You’re here now, jie. I don’t have to seek other women out to get my rocks off when you’re so easy.
When Caleb sees the harsh grimace on your face, his expression crumbles further. “Jiejie, I’m sorry. Please, don’t be mad at me. I won’t touch her or anyone else again.”
“I don’t care that you touched her. That’s not why I’m mad.” You grit out forcefully.
It is not because you’re jealous or whatever delusional fantasy he might have about it. You just didn’t realise you were so easily replaceable. If you had known, you wouldn’t have been torturing yourself to try and accommodate and guide his inappropriate desires when he could have so easily spared you and gone to someone else.
“Then why are you looking at me like that?” He asks fearfully.
“Like what? Like you lied to me?” You spit out. He has been lying to you all this time. He doesn’t actually have any issues being with other women. He just wanted you to think he did, but the second he thought he might never see you again, he so easily moved onto someone else.
Maybe it shouldn’t bother you as much as it does, or hurt as much. This is exactly the kind of break you’d been hoping for. It’s all the proof you needed that he doesn’t need you after all. But instead, that revelation leaves an uncomfortable emptiness in your chest. He lied. You weren’t anything special to him. You were just convenient.
“I didn’t lie! We didn’t even have sex, jiejie, I swear.” He defends himself passionately, “It was just a few kisses!”
You scoff and try to get out from under his hold, but he falls to his knees and clutches onto your waist tightly, latching onto you and preventing you from leaving.
“Please, believe me.” He begs, eyes wide and scared like a child praying to be spared the whip. “I won’t do it again, I promise! It’s only you for me, jie.”
Fucking liar.
“You can fuck whoever you want, Caleb.”
“Don’t say that.” He pleads, anxiously holding onto you. “Don’t be upset with me. I won’t touch Jenny again.”
The sound of her name on his lips makes you clench your fist so hard you feel your nails bite into your palm.
Jenny. Jenny. Jenny.
Who the hell is this Jenny? Is she the reason he went on that stupid mission in the first place? Did she convince him? Was he trying to impress her?
“Get the hell off the ground, Caleb. You’re not a fucking baby.” You hiss venomously, staring down at his teary eyes and feeling so much anger and heartache it makes you want to dig your fingernails under his skin and flay off the marks littering his body.
He shakes his head, the tears falling off his long, pretty lashes, completely oblivious to the danger he’s in. “I am. I’m your baby and you’re my jiejie. I won’t let you abandon me.”
His teary proclamation brings about a sudden, strange sense of calmness to you.
He is your baby, isn’t he? Despite how hard you’ve tried to push him to grow up, and how much Lucius and the rest of the world insist that he’s become a man, he is still your baby. Lucius is a filthy liar. Caleb will always be your baby.
And babies act out sometimes. They throw tantrums. They make mistakes. They think they know better. That doesn’t mean they can’t be corrected or that they can’t still be protected from bad influences.
You stand there for a long moment, fingers hovering uncertainly above his head before they finally sink into his messy hair, stroking it gently. Caleb lets out a shaky, relieved breath against your stomach, and holds you even tighter, sniffling softly.
“Why did you go on that mission, baby?”
“They said if we brought back the information they needed, we’d be considered for a job right after graduation. Me and…” He pauses, correcting himself. “We were the only ones who succeeded!"
He beams up at you, giving you the same puppy-eyed look he’s used since childhood whenever he wanted your praise. What the hell should you praise him for? For being so ravished by another woman he looks ruined? For almost losing his life to get information Lucius wanted about… what exactly?
“What information?” You demand.
He bows his head, rubbing his wet cheek against your belly. “I can’t tell you that, or they’ll drop me.”
“So you’re just going to keep hiding things from me?” You growl, and Caleb whines like a kicked dog. “I don’t want to, jie. I want to tell you everything, but I’m not allowed to. Just know that it’s for us. For our future. Professor Lucius can get me a really well-paying job if I prove myself to him.”
“That man is dangerous.” You tell him heatedly, “He could have cost you your life by forcing you to go on that mission, and he wouldn’t have even batted an eye. ”
“Every reward needs risk, jie.” Caleb tells you as if he was imparting some sage knowledge upon you. “And he didn’t force me. I’m the one who agreed to the mission.”
“Well, you’ve done it. Congratulations.” You grit out sarcastically. “You’ve proven yourself to him and nearly lost your life for it. Now stay away from him.”
He shakes his head, nuzzling his nose into your belly and pressing soft, placating kisses there. “It’s too late, jie. I’m already involved. I can’t pull out now.”
“Why? Is he threatening you? I can speak to captain Jenna and Xavier. Whatever he has over you, we can help you.”
His face changes immediately at the mention of Xavier—the teary, apologetic look falling from his face as easy as the tears had. “No. I don’t need his fucking help. I know what I am doing.”
You tug on his hair harshly, separating his head from your body and craning his neck into an uncomfortable position. “Yes, because you’re a grown-up now, aren’t you? Going on secret missions, hooking up with strange women, keeping your big sister in the dark about it all.”
Suddenly, he stands up to his full height, your hand slipping from his hair as he towers over you. Suddenly he doesn’t look like a baby anymore.
“Does it bother you that much?” He asks, cocking his head to the side and watching your face closely. “Is it because I let her touch me, or because I didn’t get your permission first?”
“I told you—”
“Are you upset because I chose her myself?” He interrupts, a wild glint in his eyes. “Because you knew the ones you chose for me would never work?”
“You’re delusional. I don’t care who you fuck.” You insist, trying to put a stop to his latest fantasy.
“Really? Because you look like you want to hit me right now.” He smirks, leaning closer. “Do it. I’ll let you.”
“I’m not going to hit you.”
“Choke me? You like doing that.”
“Stop it, Caleb.” You spit out harshly, but that only makes his smirk grow wider.
“Come on, jie. I know you’re upset that she touched me because you know I’m yours. You can hurt me. I deserve it. I would hurt you if he touched you too.” He admits in a whisper that makes you shudder, remembering how violent he was when your loud-mouth coworker blabbered to him about you dancing with Xavier.
“I said stop it!”
“Do it, jiejie.” He goads, eyes gleaming with dark excitement. “Punish me. I’ve been bad. Do it. Hurt me. I need you to punish me, mommy.”
You slap him hard across the face.
“Shut up!”
Caleb’s head snaps to the side, his lip splitting open from the force of your slap, and a filthy moan leaves his throat. When his face turns back toward you, the lust has completely taken over once again, as red as the blood trickling down his chin—his eyes heavy and glazed, his cheeks flushed from more than just the handprint you left, and his mouth hanging open in a desperate pant.
“Fuck, jie…” He surges forward, trying to kiss you again.
But you don’t let him. You grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back, baring his neck unintentionally. And when you see that loathsome mark once again, all rational thought evaporates.
On instinct, you lean forward and sink your teeth into it, biting down hard enough that for a second, you think you might just tear it off. Not that Caleb would stop you.
“Fuck, yes, just like that.” He cries out wantonly.
“Is this what you needed, you brat?” You grit out.
“Uh-huh… yeah.” He moans shamelessly, his head falling back even further as he lets out obscene moans. The movement exposes more of his neck to you, and, vexingly, also the marks tarnishing it. “Keep going, please— don’t stop—”
He’s absolutely covered in them. If he had died on that mission, his body would’ve only borne the marks of her. There would be no trace of you.
Scowling, you lean down, and begin to savagely and systematically bite over every one that his neckline exposes.
“Ah, jiejie, fuck, that’s—” His breathing turns ragged, and he tries to grind his hips against you, seeking any bit of relief he can, but you use your free hand to keep him at a distance. “It's so good.”
When you’ve gnawed on his skin until it’s red and inflamed, and no trace of the original marks can be seen, you lean back to examine your work. Your fingernails trace over the sore spots, digging into them until his knees buckle.
“Jiejie…” He pants needily.
“You want more?” You ask, and you wish you could suppress the heated bitterness in you that wants to ask if he liked it this much when she did it to him.
“Yes.” He begs, grabbing the hem of shirt and tearing it off clumsily, no longer caring to hide the evidence of his lies from you. Anything to get his rocks off, huh?
You turn the both of you around so you can shove him against the wall, neither of you caring when the back of his head smacks against it. He doesn’t complain, just stands there limply as you to suck and bite over on his shoulders and collarbones—his trembling body arching into your mouth, seeking more and more. And you give it to him.
You make your way down his body, marking a red path along his chest. You don’t stop until the hard muscles are bruised and his nipples are swollen and puffy from the harsh treatment. Then you go lower, over the hard ridges of his abs that clench and twitch as you kiss them vengefully, going over areas she hasn’t even marked.
Caleb’s hips twitch helplessly, trying to push his clothed cock against your mouth that is so close and yet so far, but you keep one hand pressed firmly against his hip, holding him back.
“Please, jie… fuck me, just fuck me.” He begs desperately. “I need it— please—”
You ignore him, continuing to bite and suck along his lower abdomen, right above the waistband of his pants. His cock strains painfully against the fabric, a big wet spot messing his big boy pilot uniform. Oh, if Lucius and Jenny could see him now—reduced to this trembling, leaking mess, begging his big sister to take him.
But he wanted to be punished, didn’t he? You always give your baby brother whatever he wants.
“Jiejie— fuck— I can’t—please. I can’t hold on much longer.” He begs, but you ignore him, trailing your free hand up his body to flick his swollen nipple while your mouth hovers dangerously close to his needy cock, hot breath teasing the soaked fabric. “Please—I’m gonna—oh, fuck!”
In his panic, he grabs the back of your head with both hands and presses your face firmly against his crotch. You feel the wet, throbbing heat of his cock twitching pitifully in his pants as he releases himself. The warm, sticky cum soaks through the fabric against your lips and cheek, the musky scent of sex and him filling your senses.
You look up to see his face so needy, frustrated, and helpless. His moans dissolve into broken sobs as he rides out the unsatisfying, ruined orgasm, hips jerking weakly against your face.
Fuck. You could cum just from the sight of him like this.
When he finally releases his death grip on your hair, you sit back on your heels to stare at him—your bites and hickeys now cover his body. His cock is still tenting the ruined front of his pants, a dark, wet spot spreading obscenely across the fabric.
He follows your gaze down his body and lets out a shaky, breathless laugh. “I thought you didn’t want to leave any marks.”
You scoff defensively. “Yeah, well… no one will be able to tell it’s me with all this shit already on you.”
Caleb’s lips curve into a satisfied smile, even as he trembles. “I will.”
You will too.
But it’s not enough. Not yet. It won't be enough until you make sure there are no traces of her left on your brother's body.
Your hands go to his pants and you undo them with quick, angry movements before pulling them down. Sure enough, there are marks on his thighs, more hickeys and love bites scattered across the powerful muscles. So she got there too. Did she just kiss around it? Did she take it in her mouth? Was he lying? Did she fuck him?
You grit your teeth and bend down. You bite over the marks on his thighs until you leave no trace of her, sucking hard enough to leave fresh, angry bruises of your own. Caleb’s thighs tremble violently under your mouth, his breath coming in gasps as his cock dribbles precum to the floor.
When you’re finally satisfied that there is no hint of her left, you take him in your mouth, tasting the cum and sweat on his skin. It’s salty and bitter, but familiar, and the taste of it makes you want to consume him so no one else can get to him ever again.
But when Caleb lets out a loud, wrecked moan and his hips buck up instinctively, trying to feed you his cock, you pull back out of reach.
“No, please! Jiejie, I need it. Need your mouth on me. I feel like I’m gonna die without you.” He cries out desperately. But you keep him pinned back, the only thing connecting you are your nails digging into his skin and the thin, glistening string of saliva and cum stretching between your lips and the swollen head of his cock.
“Do you deserve it?” You ask pointedly, “Aren’t you being punished? Isn’t that what you wanted, baby?”
“No. I’m sorry. I want you.” He goes back on his words once again. “Want you to fuck me. I’ll be good. I’m good.”
“You’re not good.” You hiss. “You’re a bad, bad boy. You don’t get to be rewarded after what you’ve done.”
“But you’ll give it to me anyway.” He whispers quietly, giving you pause. “Why would I?”
“Because you don't want her to fuck me.”
You stifle a gasp. Is he… is he doing it on purpose? “You're wrong.”
“Should I go to her then?”
You grab his cock painfully tight, squeezing until he whines, and yet he doesn’t make any attempt to get away from you. “I thought you said you wouldn’t touch her again.”
“I’m a liar, aren’t I?” He grins wickedly, and you don’t know what to believe anymore. For the first time in your life, you feel like you don’t know your own baby brother.
You let go of him as if burned, and spring up to your feet.
“What happened to you? Where did my good boy go?” You accuse this stranger in front of you that can switch up at the drop of a hat. “Why can’t you just listen to your jiejie like you used to? When did you turn into this callous man I hardly recognize?”
He stares at you for a long moment, his face so chillingly blank.
“Is that what you want?” He finally asks, “For me to stay by your side, so pathetically in love with you but never asking for more? You want me to go back to repressing everything I feel for you? You want to pretend that I’m a sexless, innocent child you can do whatever you want with, without any consequences? Is that what will make you happy?”
Maybe. Was that so bad? You’re his older sister, it’s natural that you want what’s good for him… and for him to remain filial and obedient.
You want him to succeed, but only at a job you approve of. You want him to be with a woman, but only in the way you think befits him. You want him to stay by your side, always loving and depending on you… but not to cross your boundaries.
Caleb smiles at you then, soft and deadly. “You want to know what will make me happy, jie?”
You take a step back. “No.”
His hand flashes out, and he pulls you back into his arms, trapping you against his battered chest.
“I want to put you in a cage that only I have the key to. I want everyone to forget you ever existed. I don’t want them to touch you, even as a memory in their minds. I want you to look at me only. I want to exist in a world where it's just the two of us. Just like it was before.” He moans fervently, as if the mere idea of it excites him. “Then all your silly worries about what's right or wrong won't matter because there would be no one else to judge us. All your friends and your job and other men that try to take you away will be gone.” His voice turns rougher then, his hold on you bruising. “It's what I'm owed. Don't you think, jie? I was made for you. It's only right that you give me what I want.”
“And what if I don’t want that?” You shiver, heart pounding against your ribs.
Caleb’s smile never wavers. He leans in closer, lips brushing your own as he whispers, “Then I would spend the rest of our lives making you realize that you do.”
A/N: this chapter was like giving birth holy hell i had to redo it like 3 times so i hope i don't regret the changes. i'm just so done with it. anyway 2 chapters left! but also i got like a BUNCH of didi leb fic ideas so stay tuned and lemme know if you wanna be tagged lol
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