Captive Mate BL

"You can go," Asher dismissed the maid who hovered around after serving them.

Caspian wanted to beg her not to leave, sitting with his legs tightly pressed together and trying not to let his panic show on his face.

Asher glibly pretended not to notice his discomfort, eating without a care in the world.

Caspian had no choice but to eat as well, not eating wasn't going to put off the inevitable and he needed his wits around him.

Asher on the other hand was racking his brains trying to come up with a conversation topic, he rarely had small talk with the women in his life, anything more was out of the question.

He hadn't been interested in getting to know them better so he had made no efforts to find out more about them.

But he was curious about Cassia, what her life used to be, and why she decided to auction herself off although she was clearly petrified of intimacy.

The irony was entertaining or he would have gotten rid of her, her panicked innocence didn't read like a rehearsed bit.

"Cassia?" He broke the heavy silence between them, watching her panicked gaze jump to him and then back to the food on her plate.

"Come over here."

Caspian gulped, his heart wasn't in his chest, it was somewhere around his ankles where the delicate socks melded to his skin.

He rose to his feet, this was inevitable. He trudged around the table, dragging out the moment he would get to Asher for as long as possible.

As soon as he was within arm's length, he was caught and pulled down on Asher. He wasn't given the chance to recover from that, Asher claiming his lips and slipping a hand under his sweater.

Caspian's eyes went wide in horror, certain that he was about to taste a bullet. He quickly caught the Alpha's wrist with both hands, his hold unrelenting.

He broke off the kiss to pull an excuse out of his ass that would stop Asher from going further and immediately finding out his gender.

"I-I'll… Let me service you," He said, having not the faintest clue what he was offering.

It stopped Asher's wandering hands though so it had been the right thing to say, the Alpha looking at him with surprise etched on his handsome features.

He let him go too, a hand pulling up his sweatshirt as he leaned back on the couch. "Go ahead."

Caspian's mouth filled rapidly and he had to swallow quickly so he didn't drool, blue eyes fixated on Asher's perfect torso.

He quickly shook himself out of it, getting off the Alpha's legs. What little porn he had watched didn't prepare him for this, actually, nothing could prepare him for this.

He avoided Asher's heated gaze, placing his cold trembling hands on his bare skin, his muscled body hard underneath his slender hands.

Caspian decided to just rip it off like a band-aid, it was either he did this or the Alpha had his way with him, which would reveal his hard-kept secret.

He tucked his fingers into Asher's sweatpants and briefs, tugging them both down at once.

He had done that so he wouldn't chicken out, and now that he was at eye level with Asher's member, he would have definitely chickened out.

There was no way that was fitting in his mouth...

He glanced up at Asher then, shivers running down his spine from how intently the Alpha was watching him.

Caspian had to take this more seriously, he was lucky that Asher hadn't lost his patience, he couldn't risk that happening at all.

Shutting down his wandering thoughts, he wrapped his hands around Asher's length, a single hand too small to grasp him.

He got down on his knees and focused, it couldn't be that hard to give a blow job. He tentatively licked the tip and tried to fit it in his mouth, barely getting the head in.

Actually, he was taking that back, it was impossible to give 'Asher' a blow job. He wasn't even hard yet and he couldn't fit him in his mouth.

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Jael got out of his car and strode across the mostly filled parking lot, The auction had a privacy policy that protected the identity of their contributors but it had been easy for him to pry said information out of them.

They didn't want to take the heat of a Mafia King potentially buying something faulty, so he was currently downtown, heading to a rundown hostel sandwiched between two strip clubs.

The guy who owned the hostel was the person he was going to meet, and although he had been given his contact details, he preferred to make a surprise visit.

There was a sleepy man in tattered clothes seated on a plastic lawn chair at the entrance, his bloodshot eyes going wide as he recognized him.

Jael took out a cigarette and lit it, his gun holsters in plain view. "I'm here to see Frank." He said bluntly.

The guard looked frantically from side to side, antsy. "Frank… uh, Frank's out of town at the moment."

Jael didn't even bother going through the trouble of pulling out a gun, "Think I could smoke him out if I burned the building down?"

The guard blinked myopically like he was having a difficult time following the conversation, it didn't help that Jael had made such a diabolical suggestion casually.

"I'll check real quick," The man shot to his feet and dashed inside.

Jael didn't wait for him to return, tossing away his cigarette and walking right in, guns drawn. They were acting a little too shifty considering that he had come on friendly terms, he just wanted to ask a few questions.

He walked past the guard and kicked down the door he had been heading to, they were still on the ground floor, and inside the room was an Alpha with thinning hair who was frantically throwing things in a suitcase, about to dip.

He shot the guard who was sneaking away in the leg, ignoring his torturous screams of pain.

The Alpha had frozen in place when he kicked the door in, Jael walking into the washed-out hostel room,

"Did I interrupt your trip?" He asked conversationally.