Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

N ikita hadn't so much as flinched when Ledger had threatened to hit him, but now he was shaking in Ledger's hold. It was obvious he'd surprised him, but that didn't stop Ledger from deepening the kiss, twirling his intruding tongue around Niki's before he nipped at his bottom lip.

The move irritated the already open wound there, and Nikita swore and pulled back slightly, caught up in Ledger's arms quickly to stop his retreat. Instead of getting angry, Ledger found himself laughing, enticed by the sudden flash of anger that passed over the other man's features before settling back into that enigmatic expression.

That wouldn't do.

Ledger spun him around, capturing him against his chest before taking them both down to the ground. Their knees hit the mat and he widened his legs to fit Nikita snuggly against him, pinning them together, front to back.

"What are you doing?" Nikita gasped when Ledger's mouth landed on the side of his neck and sucked, his hips jutting forward mindlessly.

He tightened one arm around Nikita's waist to keep him in place, his other hand landing on the button of his jeans. It popped loose and he undid the zipper, laughing again the moment when Nikita seemed to notice what was happening and started to twist in his hold.

"You said you were going to die either way, remember?" Ledger reminded, slipping his hand beneath the waistband of Nikita's boxers, making contact with his semi-hard dick. He cupped him, testing his weight as he spoke. "If that's the case, what's it matter what I do with you before that? You were going to let me in before."

Nikita grabbed Ledger's wrist, but he hesitated after that, seemingly not knowing what he wanted himself. It was easy to help him make a decision, Ledger's palming him a bit until he was at full mast, the head of his dick poking up out of his underwear.

Ledger pulled him tighter against him, wrapping his hand around his base and giving a squeeze that had Nikita squirming. He chuckled and leaned in, sniffing at the side of his neck to take in that sweet smell, something floral and decadent.

"You smell really good, Niki," he drawled, tongue darting out to lick at his pulse point before he grew more daring and nipped at his earlobe. "Taste good, too."

"I thought you changed your mind?" He struggled against him, but Ledger's arm kept him close to his chest. "Why are you—" Nikita gasped, head dropping back against Ledger's shoulder when his dick was given a solid pump.

"You're burning up for me," Ledger noted. "I think you know exactly what I plan on doing." He let go of his dick long enough to grab onto the end of his shirt and lift it, stuffing the material into Nikita's mouth. "Hold onto that; you won't like the consequences if you don't do as you're told."

He'd expected a little pushback, but Nikita merely shook his head slightly and clung to his arms.

Even he thought he'd gone from zero to one hundred, but it was too late for Ledger to control himself now. He couldn't recall the last time he wanted someone this badly, to the point that picturing bending Nikita over and thrusting his cock into him right then and there had him harder than he'd ever been. Something told him the other guy probably wouldn't protest too much, definitely wouldn't try to stop him, but Ledger didn't want to hurt him.

Fortunately for the both of them, they had all night to take their time.

Ledger's fingers trailed down the center of Niki's chest, past his navel and lower. "You've got such nice skin, anyone ever tell you that? Aside from all the bruising. Funnily enough, I'm not into that look. Typically, I don't mind a little rough foreplay, but this…This bothers me. Maybe because I didn't put the marks there myself?"

It was obviously a rhetorical question, considering the other guy couldn't respond without dropping the shirt. The more he thought about it, though, the more that seemed like the most likely explanation.

Ledge was used to dirty sex. Quickies in bar bathrooms when he had an itch to scratch but didn't want to waste time. Drawn-out play sessions at his brother's club when it tickled his fancy. Bells and whistles weren't really his thing either; toys and handcuffs were fun every now and again, but he preferred to get things done with his hands, to feel his lover out.

He tugged lightly on the short hairs above Nikita's dick, groaning somewhat when that had the man in his arms jolting slightly. A bead of precome slipped past his slit, plopping onto the mat between their spread thighs, and Ledger watched as the rosy head of Nikita's member flushed an even brighter shade of pink.

"I should have asked before," he recalled, "but it slipped my mind. Have you slept with any men before? Just nod or shake your head."

Nikita hesitated but ended up nodding once.

Ledger chuckled. "I wasn't sure. You got hard for me so fast, from just a single touch. There was a good chance you were a virgin. Oh. Though I suppose you still could be, at least where it counts for us. Be more specific." He widened his thighs and pulled Nikita in even closer, grinding up into his plush ass in the process. "Has anyone ever fucked your hole before?"

He gasped and almost lost the shirt in his mouth, clamping down on it at the last second just before he could.

Which was…kind of adorable, actually. Ledger liked that he was smart enough to know doing as he was told was the way to go here. Liked the idea of his little cat being eager to please, even if it was only because the alternative was a knife in the gut.

Ledger wrapped his hand around Nikita's dick again, swirling his thumb around his crown. "Answer the question, Niki."

He nodded again.

"This is fun. Let's keep going. How many men? Nod once for every cock you've ridden."

Nikita bobbed his head twice.

"That's it?" The guy was going to throw his life away after only having slept with two people? Ledger couldn't comprehend something like that, but then again, he got around, so…He probably wasn't the best judge when it came to that sort of thing. "Were they any good at least?"

This one was clearly a bit harder for the poor guy to answer, and his pause lasted long enough Ledger found himself getting annoyed.

"I'll simplify it for you," he offered. "Did they make you come?"

Another nod.

Ledger started to stroke him, his hand gliding down the silky skin of Nikita's dick, slicking precome over his thick member. He was a decent size, not much smaller than Ledger was, which was impressive, really.

"You ever stick this inside someone before?" he found himself asking, picturing what it might be like, Nikita's body pinning someone else down, his dick driving into a warm, wet hole?—

His little cat shook his head, bursting the daydream instantly.

"You want to?" Ledger didn't typically enjoy switching positions, and this wasn't meant to be a reward but a punishment. Still, he couldn't help but wonder aloud about Nikita's preferences and if they were as solid as his own. The curiosity he had toward the other man might be unsettling to someone else, but he was used to welcoming his feelings, whatever they may be, whenever they came.

He liked Nikita?

Okay.

He'd play with him a bit, and then the novelty would wear off. It always did.

Nikita hadn't answered him, and he'd tensed some.

"Ah, I won't get mad about your reply," Ledger reassured. "It wasn't an invitation, don't worry."

He sighed around the material of the shirt and then shook his head.

Ledger continued to work his dick as he released the hold he had around his waist, trusting he wasn't going to attempt to go anywhere. His other hand wiggled between them, slipping beneath the waistband of Nikita's pants. The second his middle finger located his puckered hole, Nikita jerked against him.

"Relax," Ledger shushed him and increased the speed of his pumping fist. "I know it's probably hard to believe, but I don't plan on hurting you, not so long as you continue to be good for me like you have been. Understood?"

He sniffled, but nodded.

"Are you crying?" Ledger leaned forward slightly, catching sight of the tear tracks down the other man's face. He eased his finger into Nikita's entrance, his cock straining in his jeans when he felt how tight Niki was. "Because you're afraid or because you want to come?"

Nikita turned his head and risked glaring at him.

Ledger laughed. "Sorry. You're right. That wasn't fair of me. New question. You said you were prepared to die. But were you prepared to get fucked by the devil?"

He didn't give him a chance to answer, shoving his finger in as deep as it could go before pulling it back out. The next time, he drove in two, wiggling them inside of Nikita to stretch him nice and good.

Nikita started to moan, the sounds muffled by the shirt material, his head plopping back against Ledger's shoulder again. His hips began to thrust forward and back, chasing after Ledger's fist and his fingers greedily despite his earlier protests.

"You're so easy, Niki," Ledger taunted. "Are you this easy for everyone else?"

He shook his head.

"No?" He grunted. "I'm not sure I believe you, but I'll pretend for now that I do."

It shouldn't matter anyway. Didn't matter.

"No shame in being horny," Ledger stated. He added a third finger, clamping down around Nikita's dick when that had the other man doubling over. "I'm honestly surprised you've lasted this long. Go ahead and come for me, Tiger. I won't blame?—"

Nikita let out a cry, dropping the shirt in the process as he twitched and came. His dick painted Ledger's hand in white, and he continued to moan as he was wrung dry, the Devil not willing to let him off the hook until he was sure he'd gotten every last drop.

The moment Niki slumped forward, his forehead hitting the mat, Ledger took pity on him. He slid his fingers free, tugging on the back of his pants so he could peek down inside at the curves of his plump ass. He'd have to take the rest of Nikita's clothes off for them to continue, but he could be nice and give the guy a moment to catch his breath first.

"You let go of the shirt," Ledger settled his hands on Nikita's hips and squeezed once, noting how even though he had to be exhausted, the other man stiffened at his words. "How should I punish you, I wonder? The possibilities are endless." He pretended to think it over. "I got it."

Ledger pulled Nikita's body up, shifting out of the way so he was kneeling at his side with the thief on all fours. There was a noticeable puddle on the mat, right where he'd been a moment ago, and he pointed to it. "You made the mess, you clean it up."

Nikita gulped. "Where are the?—"

"Nope," he cut him off before he could finish asking for supplies. "With this."

Capturing his chin, he pressed his thumb against Nikita's lips until he opened for him, and then ran the pad of his finger across Niki's warm tongue.

Nikita shook him off. "You can't mean?—"

"Lick it up," Ledger confirmed.

He stared at the come stains for a moment and then sighed, the sound defeated yet…hollow.

For some reason, it grated Ledge the wrong way, and he felt his annoyance rear its ugly head yet again, even as Nikita bent down to do as he was ordered.

Ledger grabbed him by the nape and hauled him back just before his mouth made contact with the mat. "Just kidding, Tiger. How about doing something else with that?—"

The sound of the door clattering open stopped him, and before he knew what he planned on doing or why, Ledger was pulling Nikita onto his feet and tucking him back into his pants. He'd just finished tugging his shirt into place when footsteps approached and came to a pause at his back.

"What's this?" the familiar voice of Flix, a member of the Satellite, echoed around them, and Ledger schooled his features before turning.

So much for having all night.