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Whether Zayne had wanted her or not, was not in the question to him. It was the principle of the matter, and if anyone were to uphold a playground promise, it would be him.
Of course, there was an essence of regret, something deep and forlorn in his chest watching her eyes falter and fall. It was a lovely confession, and if he were any less rigid in his ways, he would have said yes. He would’ve died to say yes. But the thought of Caleb, his… he paused in his thoughts, not knowing what to place there. Not quite the best friends of summer days old, never falling out fully to the point of being enemies, but not quite… active enough to be considered friends or acquaintances. He wondered daily what Caleb thought of him, the expression on his face when Zayne caught him staring at her monthly dinner get together unreadable as ever. He knew the brightness Caleb shares with her is not for him— in his defense, his own wasn’t either.
Sitting on his couch, he pours over his paperwork to quiet the thoughts of her (and him), knowing there wasn’t much more he could do. They’d gone their separate ways, and though she had fixed that trademark smile on her face with a promise to text in the morning, he hadn’t spent his entire time learning her in and out to be fooled by such acts. She was heartbroken. But he knew she would be fine. She’d heal from this and find a better man not bound by an old oath. Maybe she would find Caleb. It wasn’t for him to know, and a deep part of him knows he has no desire to.
A loud banging broke him from his focus, or lack thereof, the man’s face turning to the clock. He exhaled sharply, filling his lungs back up with cold crisp air and closing his eyes. A visitor at half past 11 could rarely mean anything good, and considering the days events, Zayne was well aware of what await him behind the strong oak.
He counted each step to the entrance, fixing his watch, fiddled with it to steady himself as he reached to open the door. He met eyes with the man before him, tall and broad as he remembered, in one of their only meetings alone in years.
“Caleb, before you lay into me, you have to rem-“
His words were cut off but a strong shove to his chest, knocking the air out of him. Mentally, he thanked whatever calm inside Caleb kept him from punching him square in his face.
“What the HELL is your problem, Zayne? Huh? you lead her on, make her like you and you fucking reject her?” Caleb was on a rampage, crowded into his space, completely blind with his own rage.
He’s pushing at Zayne’s shoulder, with every word, left hand curled into a fist, and his eyes unsteady and dark. The older man catches his fist as he lunges, shoving him back.
“Caleb, I believe we need to calm down and breathe. You are coming from an unnecessary angle— You know why I-“
“What I know is my little sister is crying her eyes out, and that I was on the first train to Linkon to comfort her, which I shouldn’t have had to do if you were half the man I- she thought you were!”
They were at a stand still, tension so thick in the air it felt like it glued them in their places. Zayne’s eyebrows are furrowed as he processed what he had said to him, jaw locking.
“That is unfair, Caleb.” he grits out, feeling more than he’d like to on an already stressful day.
“What’s unfair is that she trusted you. What… Is she not good enough for the great and renowned Dr. Zayne? Are you just too good for us now? Gonna disappear again and not even leave a n-“
A loud slap rings through the foyer. Zayne was not one to be angry. He didn’t enjoy losing control, and he wasn’t particularly fond of violence. But to hear such… vitriol, from someone he cares so much about— to be so misunderstood in the mind of the one he did all this for anyhow.
“I keep my promise to you, and you talk down to me like this? I have made many mistakes when it comes to our little trio, but this is not one of them, Caleb. I don't deserve that, and you should think before you go off the handle on me for something you asked for.”
Their chests both rose and fell rapidly with their breathing as the adrenaline coursed through them. They were locked in a hard stare, Caleb’s cheeks flushed under the scrutinizing gaze of his former best friend.
“I-“
Zayne looked him up and down, having to double take as his eyes got lower, face to face with what had quieted his bullheaded aggressor to nothing but stuttering.
Caleb was hard. An odd reaction to being scolded like a child and slapped hard across the face. Zayne darts his eyes back up to study his face, watching where his cheek bloomed pinkish red with the imprint of his knuckles, darker than the blush spreading to his ears. He cannot help the smirk that plays along his lips, huffing out a mirthful chuckle.
“Ah. So that is what this is about, is it?” He repositions himself, crossing his arms across his own broad chest and keeping his eyes on Caleb, as if he was turning over some specimen in a lab. The man could do nothing more than sputter in place as the doctor began to circle him.
Something inside Zayne told him that perhaps he is crossing a line. Maybe this is cruel— to accost the man before him after just rejecting his sister, and the love of his own life. The other however thought that perhaps he deserved this. For his sacrifices. Zayne is not one to be selfish, to be greedy. But with the way such a tall and broad man is standing there before him, handsome and hard and steadily losing that fight in his eyes, well… He is not one to waste anything either.
“Not so bold and brash now, are we?” He lets his fingers run up the sharp line of his spine, watching as every muscle tenses underneath his frigid touch.
“Just needed to be reminded of yourself, didn’t you, didi?”
The name sends a zap through his spine and he’s keening, gritting his teeth to hold back what Zayne can only assume is a whine.
“Oh, don’t be so quiet now… You were so loud and abrasive earlier, weren’t you? Won’t you listen to your gege?” Zayne’s voice is a soft and low purr, suddenly so close to his ear, cold hands braced on either shoulder. It knocks Caleb off his balance just enough for the other to push him down to his knees, as if he’s paralyzed by some unknown force.
Caleb had more than enough strength to fight back. But it was as if his own lust and traditional piety rejected him from doing such. Zayne moved back to the front of him, sitting on the arm of his couch as the man kneels before him.
“Aren’t I so kind to have saved her for you? Though I have wanted her nearly as long as you have…. Such a good gege to keep my promise, am I not? And yet, I haven’t heard a single *thank you*?”
Caleb’s eyes were wide and his pupils were blown. He was hunched forward, his hands shook on the carpet beneath him. Zayne could see how with every word, he gets harder and harder, straining against the dark jeans he wore there.
“Thank…you…” Caleb starts, through gritted teeth.
“Who are you thanking?” Zayne smirked, crossing one neatly slacked leg over the other. He thought quietly of the two siblings side by side on their knees before him, and how easy it was to fold this so-called brat, feeling himself harden at the thought alone. Like brother, like sister. It all began to make sense.
“Gege… Thank you… for...”
“For?”
The man looks reduced to a boy at Zayne’s prodding, his jaw clenched and his face burning, “Thank you for saving meimei for me…”
Zayne hmphs with satisfaction and pats his thigh beckoning the other closer. His arms were crossed as he watched him shuffle over, almost crawling towards him, close and eye level with his clothed cock.
“what a well trained boy, you are!” Zayne is ecstatic, more than ecstatic he is hungry— starving even!
“If you’re a good little brother for Gege… perhaps I can tell you and show you all the things I hope to do to our perfect little mei mei when we finish here, yes? Get the dog's stamp of approval that it’s all above board?”
Caleb for the first time tonight moaned, low and guttural as he pressed his face into Zayne’s thighs, nearly panting as he sat himself on the toe of his dress shoes.
“Do you want to be a good boy, Caleb?”
Caleb responds with an enthusiastic nod, staring up at Zayne through lowered eyelashes as his hands grope at his clothed legs. He was slowly losing any desire to be anything more than this as he pressed his face into the doctor’s groin. Zayne allowed a hand to weave into his hair and thrust upwards, pressed into his nose.
“When I ask you a question, you use your words, Caleb.”
“I want… I want to be a good boy!” He’s breathless and muffled and already beginning to rut himself on Zayne’s shoe. It amused him to watch the man crumble before him over just a little bit of push back.
Caleb, strong and bold and stupid, looked for a fight just to get put in his place.
Zayne by this point had worked himself up to a nice thick hardness that pressed against the younger’s cheek, the grip in his hair tightening. He tugged him back, ignoring the desperate whine as he used the other hand to undo his belt, keeping his eyes on him. He smiled, something unfittingly soft in juxtaposition to the scenario they both found themselves in. Caleb was watching with wide eyes and what he’d deny, but was ever present, a drooling mouth.
“Caleb, have you always been such a slut for gege, or is this a newer development,” He started, working open his slacks as the other pawed at his thighs, letting out shaky breaths that seeped through the fabric of his underwear, “Is this what the promise was for, hm? You never really wanted her for yourself, did you?”
Zayne shimmied and pushed the waistband of his underwear under his balls, his hard and leaking cock standing proud at attention for his boy, barely even touched and still so fucked out.
“Didi just didn’t want to be left out, is that it… So scared to be left behind, right,” Zayne pulled him forward, pressing his nose into the base of his cock and delighted in the way he rut against his shoe, debased and desperate.
Caleb’s mouth moved on its own, tongue out just to taste the damp skin, warm with his sweat, a layer of salt mixed with the clean notes of his soap underneath. Before he could move his mouth up, Zayne tugged him back again, staring down at him with a blank stare. Anyone who knew him less would think it disinterest, but to Caleb’s trained eye, he knew the look of the man studying.
“Ah Ah Ah— greedy little runt. You come to my home to bully me, and think you’ll get what you want with ease? And without even aski-“
“Gege… gege please I’m sorry… I’m sorry just please I want this so badly I can’t, I’m sorry I’ll die if you don’t put it in my mouth-“
Zayne silenced him with two fingers in his mouth, moaning as the boy gags around them. He delights in how his drool pools around the fingers, moving to hook them in his cheek.
“You acted like such a brute… just like a loathsome little stray… Do you really think you deserve gege’s cock?”
Caleb nodded, fast and boyishly enthusiastic, his eyes wide and pleading. Zayne tsked and removed his fingers, leaned back for him.
“Wait.” He holds his fist out, similar to the way one would give a dog a command. He loved the way Caleb’s ears almost perked up, standing at attention, all that rigorous military training seeming to seep back into his in an instant. He opened his palm, “Go, boy.”
Old dog, new tricks.
Caleb wasted no time, tongue running up from base to tip as he only took the tip of his leaking cock into his mouth. Zayne sighs, watching the boy work, a bit unskilled, but warm and wet nonetheless. It was endearing, watching him work his inexperienced tongue around the tip and feeling the desperate frotting of the boy’s cock.
“Good boy. Hah— Doing so well…. I had always picture meimei here, just like this; I’m sure you have too, haven’t you, didi?”
Caleb moaned, and Zayne moved to push him just a bit lower.
“Perhaps after this, I’ll let you watch as I take back my rejection… Since you don’t seem to care about our playground promise any longer, right? Now that I know what you really wanted… Keep the both of you, and have you like this again and again. Always reminding you how to be respectful and pious— never want a repeat of tonight, of course.”
He’d begun to rock his hips up to meet the drooling mouth suctioning around his cock, tightening his hands in the hair as he took control of the pace, letting out his own shuddering groan. Caleb’s eyes had rolled back, his jaw locking as he forced it open more on every inch of his cock, pressing him lower and lower.
“If she were here, I’d feed her more of my cock just like this… she’d probably be just as needy as you— how funny, despite no biological relation, you take me the same way I’d always imagined she would…”
“You say I lead her on? That I don’t want her… But every night I fist this very cock to the thought of her taking me.. Just. Like. This,” He pushed himself down to the hilt, Caleb’s nose pressed into the soft trail of hair on his stomach. He gagged and sputtered, choked moans making Zayne close his eyes and groan at every tightened muscle of his throat, “All the way in.”
He pulled him back, letting him cough and catch his breathe, every gasp matched with its own desperate moan, little whimpers of gege and please, so desperate and fucked out as he ruts faster and faster against the man.
Zayne smiles as he fed him inch after inch of his cock again, this go around giving him time to adjust to the girth filling his throat before beginning to shallowly thrust. He kept a not quite slow, but steady pace, felt the way his throat contracted and hugged his length and sighed. He smiled down at him, loosening his grip to coo. Zayne pets him, murming pleasured little moans of how good he was being, pushing back his fringe as he felt that slow climb to release.
With every thrust, Caleb became needier, more hungry, pushed himself further down, both onto Zayne’s foot and his cock, insatiable and desperate. Very suddenly, his throat tightened into a vice grip as he took a sharp intake, body going rigid as he trembled, a wet spot forming on the crotch of his pants. It was enough to send Zayne over the edge, his body curling forward. He’s fully tensed as he empties himself in Caleb’s mouth, panting and groaning, giving slow ruts as he rides out his own orgasm.
He pulls the boy off with his hand tangled in his hair. Both men are panting with exertion, the younger full body shaking as he presses his face into Zayne’s thigh, holding onto it with both arms to steady himself.
“Zayne….”
Zayne can’t help but chuckle, brushing his fingers through the chocolate brown locks before him, a lazy satiated smile across his lips.
“Good boy…. such a good boy. What do you say, pup?” His voice is low, only vaguely wracked by the pleasure still coursing hot and heavy in his veins. He feels Caleb shiver and then slump, fully weight against him.
The man rests his flushed cheek on his elder’s lap, staring up at him with unfocused eyes and the tiniest drop of drool across his cheek.
“Thank you. Gege…”