Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

N ikita sobbed as Ledger drove into him from behind, bracing himself against the slick wall of the shower stall. He could barely stand on his own, his legs shaking from the efforts, despite the fact Ledger was helping with his hands on his hips.

They'd been here for days already, locked inside the Devil's apartment, but whenever it seemed like Ledger was finally winding down, he'd initiate another round, ignoring any protests Nikita may or may not attempt to make.

Soothing warm water beat down on Nikita's skin, touching him wherever the Devil wasn't. This wasn't the first shower they'd taken together. At one point, Ledger had even run them a bath, though half of the water had ended up on the bathroom floor after he'd fucked Nikita in it, seemingly too wildly to care about the mess he was making.

There must be a maid who came by, because he'd ushered Nikita back to the bedroom afterwards without bothering to clean the spill up himself, and the next morning when they'd come back in, the floor had been dry.

Nikita's basic needs weren't being ignored. He was given time to eat and rest—though he could do for a few hours more sleep than Ledger allowed him every night. When he cried from the overstimulation, Ledger took it easier on him and gave him more massages, or simply cuddled him and pet his hair.

He'd lost track of time, but on what he'd thought was probably the third day together, Nikita had made the mistake of asking when Ledger would let him go.

He hadn't been able to walk on his own for at least twenty-four hours after that. Ledger had even carried him to and from the bathroom.

It was looking like the Devil was aiming for another situation like that now with how hard he was hammering into Nikita, bursts of pleasure/pain causing Niki to claw at the wall and let out streams of blubbering nonsense as he begged for a reprieve from that domineering cock.

"Ledge," he covered one of Ledger's hands with his own and squeezed, "please. Please."

"Please what, Niki?"

"I can't." He shook his head. "I can't."

"But you already are," Ledger stated. "And you're doing such a good job of it."

"Ledger." He panted as the Devil stepped forward, pinning him flush against the wall, his dick suddenly trapped between his stomach and the heated tiles. His balls tightened and his overly sensitive slit leaked. "Are you planning on fucking me to death? Is that it? Is that how you plan to kill me?"

Ledger froze, but before Nikita could so much as take a single breath in mild relief, he was forced away from the wall and dragged out of the shower stall.

"What—" He yelped when he was bent over the marble sink, the nape of his neck captured in a strong hold that forced him to remain still.

"Look at yourself," Ledger ordered, and the second Nikita's eyes centered on his reflection in the mirror in front of them, he notched his cock and drove back in.

Nikita screamed, watching as his blown pupils seemed to dilate even more. His skin was flushed, and water droplets ran down his skin. The edge of the sink dug into his waist with each sharp inward thrust; more marks to add to the love bites that decorated his body.

He looked like he'd been thoroughly used. Fucked so far past oblivion, it would be impossible for anyone who so much as glanced at him not to realize exactly what had transpired between them. Exhausted, and weepy, and…

Happy.

He looked happy. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks, and when he lifted his eyes to Ledger's reflection, the Devil was already staring back at him.

The mixture of desire and possessiveness swirling in Ledger's gaze was frightening.

So why did something inside of Nikita purr with delight?

With the notion that it was him all of that craving was aimed toward?

"Do you want me, Niki?" Ledger's voice dropped into a husky drawl.

He nodded his head.

"Want me to stop?"

Five seconds ago he had, but now…

He hesitated.

Ledger chuckled darkly. "Let's get on the same page, shall we? You're moving in with me."

"What?"

"I'm not finished. You're going to live here from now on, away from that shitty family of yours. In return for free room and board, you're going to continue paying me back the same way you've been doing it this past week."

Had it been a week ?!

"I'll literally die," Nikita said before he could stop himself.

"You'll be fine," he insisted. "It won't always be like this. I just needed to get you where I wanted you."

Nikita frowned, not understanding. Though, in his defense, it was hard to focus with Ledger's cock still spearing in and out of him. How the other man managed to speak without stuttering was beyond him.

"Hard time focusing?" Ledger grinned. "Good. That was the plan. Break you down so you can't even think about refusing me."

"That's…" Nikita exhaled, "wrong."

Ledger snorted. "Cute."

"You—"

"Own you," he stated, and there was no room for argument. "You're mine now, Niki, and if you want this," he ground his cock up into him, the move forcing Nikita onto his toes, "to stop, you're going to tell me what I want to hear. Clear?"

No, none of this was. Nikita was struggling to comprehend what was really happening. No matter which way he looked at it, it didn't make sense for the Devil to want to keep him around.

Move in?

"What would I be?" he made himself ask, though the question came out weak and broken apart by gasps he couldn't contain.

"I told you, mine."

"Your what?"

"You're overthinking it. Still." Ledger sighed in frustration. "Maybe we should continue and I should ask you again in another day or so."

"No!" Nikita really, really needed a break. A long one. As amazing as the sex was, he really wouldn't be able to last if this kept going. "I'll do it! I'll agree!"

"Yeah?"

He swallowed and bobbed his head.

"Good." Ledger wrapped a hand around his throat and pulled him off the counter so they were chest to back. Tilting Nikita's head, he angled his face so he could kiss him, tongue flicking in and out of his mouth to rival the motions of his pounding cock.

They both came at the same time, Nikita's vision winking in and out as he shook and twitched in Ledger's arms.

The last thing he recalled was seeing his blurry reflection in the mirror, tangled up in the arms of the Devil looming behind him.

Then everything went dark and blissful unconsciousness took hold.

N ikita woke to darkness some time later, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the black. His body ached, but he was warm and lying in bed, the soft, silky materials of Ledger's expensive sheets cradling him.

They weren't the only thing, he realized a moment later when Ledger sighed against his ear and nuzzled his neck. One of his arms was wrapped tightly around Nikita's middle, the other carefully placed beneath Nikita's head.

"You awake, Tiger?" Ledger asked, sleepy and soft.

He cleared his throat, but ended up nodding instead of speaking.

"Go back to sleep," he told him. "It's only been a day and the doctor said you need more than that."

"Doctor?" Nikita's voice cracked but it didn't hurt to talk.

"Had one come and look at you when you passed out," Ledger said. "Never had that happen to me before. Got scolded for dehydrating and exhausting you, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear."

"Scolded?" The doctor had scolded him? What doctor dared to do that?

"Oh," Ledger seemed to realize he'd left some things out, "the doctor is my mom. She went off on me about how that was no way to treat my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

He chuckled. "It's not like I was going to correct her and say, ‘Actually, Mom, he's the man I own'. Boyfriend has a better ring to it anyway. Less wordy. Besides, does it matter what I call you? You're mine. I'll call you what I like, and I like the sound of boyfriend."

"Ledger." Nikita thought he might cry and he wasn't entirely sure why. "Can I really stay here? With you?"

"Of course."

"For…For how long?"

Ledger paused, and in the minute it took him to answer, Nikita held his breath. "Let's just see where this goes, okay?"

He deflated, a lone tear slipping past his defenses.

"Hey." Ledger clutched him closer as if sensing the change in his demeanor even though there was no way he was able to see Nikita's face in the dark and from behind. "Don't fret. No matter what happens with us, I promise you'll never have to go back there again. Oran can't touch you, Niki."

"But—"

"I promise," he repeated. "And I never break my promises. I like you. I plan on keeping you for as long as that holds true, but even if that changes one day, I'd never send you back there. Ever."

There were a million and one reasons not to believe him, and yet…

"All right." Nikita settled more comfortably in Ledger's arms. "I don't really understand why you're doing this but…thank you."

No matter what tomorrow brought with it, at least there would always be this moment for him to look back on. A time in his life where Oran wasn't the main lead and Nikita actually felt like he mattered to someone. Even if it ended up being a smokescreen. Even if that made him all sorts of pathetic. He'd cherish this feeling forever.

"Sleep," Ledger said. "Tomorrow, I'll take you to Vail to enroll."

"What?!" He tried to turn but the Devil held him firm.

"I won't if you get excited and stress yourself out," Ledger stated. "Your body needs rest."

"And whose fault is that?" Nikita mumbled, inhaling sharply the second he had spoken out loud.

"Wow, getting fresh already?" Ledger nipped at his earlobe with a laugh. "It's cute. You also aren't wrong, but if you don't want me throwing the doctor's orders to the wind and fucking you right here and now you'll?—"

Nikita shushed him dramatically. "I'm trying to sleep."

Ledger laughed, the sound filling the room. "Whatever this is, Tiger, at least we know it's not boring. Breaking into Friction was the best thing you've ever done."

"Yeah," Nikita had to agree.

Because it'd brought him to Ledger.

And for now, that was enough.