Chapter 12

"Wait." Nix scrambled to come up with a logical reason he could give to Lake not to do this, but there was nothing. What could he say to an Imperial? Someone who was used to getting what they wanted when they wanted it?

How had he ended up here?

"Is it starting to feel real, Songbird?" Lake asked, rolling his hips so that Nix persistently felt him while he spoke. "There's a vast difference between reality and the happenings behind the safety of a screen, isn't there? You got a taste the other night with West, but—"

"You're not West."

"No," he sounded pleased, "I'm not. Maestro or Lake, I'll let you choose which name you'll be screaming in a bit. Either way, it was me who told you this would happen. I'm merely keeping my promise."

"What does that contract say?" Nix struggled to keep his head clear enough to seek out answers while he still could.

"The NDA?"

"It wasn't just an NDA."

"True. The footnotes? You signed your soul away. We own you now."

"Until?"

Lake paused. "Until?"

"When does it end?"

"When we catch the hacker."

The pieces came together then. This wasn't about them wanting him. Suddenly, all the little clues Lake had already dropped like breadcrumbs made sense. The hacker had tried to come for them and failed, but he must still be trying.

"I'm bait." Nix didn't like the twist of disappointment that revelation brought him. He'd known there was more to this, that in order for someone like Lake to go this far out of his way there had to be something serious. But still. It stung somewhat. "You're going to use me to lure out the hacker."

"He's interested in the Demons," Lake confirmed. "He tried to do what you did even, but he failed."

"He tried to become a King?"

"He wasn't as brave as you are," he brushed his fingers through Nix's hair, "and sent someone else to do the hard part for him. Our guess is he wasn't willing to reveal himself to complete those final steps the same way you were."

Right, because no matter how good of a hacker, the app only allowed you to fake your way through the system so far. There was no way to rig going from the Rook tier to King.

"You debased yourself so prettily that first night," Lake praised. "The second I saw you sitting on your bed, chewing on your bottom lip," he smoothed his thumb over Nix's mouth, "I almost came right there and then. You were so na?ve, Songbird. I wanted to defile you. I want to defile you still. Corrupt you and make you scream until your voice is hoarse, and the only words you can remember how to say are ‘I'm' and ‘yours.'"

"That's…" Scarier than the threat of being stabbed in the jugular with a pen had been. "You sound obsessive. It's not cute. It's actually freaking me out."

"I'm not trying to be cute," Lake said. "Why would I? I already have you right where I want you. There's no need for masks between us any longer."

Nix got the uncomfortable feeling that he was seeing the real version of Lake. A version the other man kept buried beneath that icy exterior. "Something is seriously wrong with you."

"I think I've managed to hold myself back long enough. I could have done this the moment we bumped into each other on campus and I recognized you."

"Are you asking me to thank you for not fucking me in the dirt?"

"In front of half the student body?" Lake added. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. But since I doubt you're going to, how about we get things started?"

He growled and tried to lift off of the desk, but was quickly overpowered.

"I warned you it would be like this," Lake shoved him down, holding him with a vicelike grip on his nape, "didn't I?" His free hand yanked Nix's pants, dragging the rough material to his knees along with his boxer briefs.

The first brush of cool air against his backside had Nix making another sound of protest. He planted his palms against the smooth surface of the desk and tried to force himself off it, but only managed to lift himself an inch before Lake had him back down, this time harder than before. He cried out when his cheek connected with the wood, the pain jarring.

"You should be grateful I brought you here. That I'm easing you into how things will be from now on," Lake continued, working his own belt free now. As soon as he had it off, he captured Nix's wrists and bound that at his narrow back.

"Stop!" Nix had never considered himself weak before, but against the Demons of Foxglove, he was finding he fit in that category. Lake orchestrated his body however he saw fit with very little effort so that he was bound and back over the desk with his bare ass in the air in no time at all.

"If West were here, he'd lube you with his spit," Lake said, and Nix froze. "If it were Yejun, you'd be lucky since he doesn't leave the house without packets of the stuff on his person. Me, though?"

A gust of hot air had the hairs on the back of Nix's neck rising.

"Tell me, Songbird, how did my best friend's cock taste, hmm?"

"You told me to do it!" The fear was very real, his heart pounding in his chest loud enough he was certain there was no way Lake could miss it.

"And now I'm telling you to do this," Lake replied. "So, what's the problem? You meet the two of them and suddenly my cock isn't good enough for you?"

"No!" Nix had to think. He couldn't allow panic to set in, otherwise he'd end up saying the wrong thing and making this worse for himself. This past week, he'd learned a lot about who Lake was, and forgiving? That wasn't a characteristic on the list. "That isn't it at all. Lake, please ."

"What exactly are you begging me for?" he asked. "Do you even know?"

No, no he did not.

"Just…" Nix latched onto the first thing he could think of, "Go slow. Please."

Lake considered. "Ah, you want less pain, is that it?"

"I—"

"I'm going to get something across the room," he interrupted. "If you move so much as a centimeter while I'm gone, I'll tear you in half with my cock and use your blood as lubrication, got it?"

Nix gasped but nodded his head.

That earned him a little slap on the ass. "Good boy. Wait for me."

His heart continued to thump as he listened to Lake's retreating footsteps, followed shortly by the opening of a drawer by the bookshelf. It wasn't long before that hot presence returned to him, making the task of staying still not nearly as imposing as Lake had made it out to be.

A finger hooked into the belt securing his wrists and he was lifted off the desk and spun around. Before he could say anything, Lake dropped down and removed his shoes and the rest of his clothing until Nix was left in only his school uniform shirt.

"Hey!" he protested again when Lake suddenly tore the thin material in two, sending buttons flying. "I need that!"

"Not right now you don't." He shoved the material all the way down until it was settled over the tied belt, restricting Nix even more and causing his chest to push forward slightly. "Stand right here." He moved him over a step and then pulled something from his pocket—clearly whatever he'd gotten from the drawer just now.

"What the hell?" Nix gasped a second time as he watched Lake pop a large white dildo down onto the desk, testing to be sure the suction cup base held.

Satisfied that it did, Lake grabbed Nix by the back of the neck all over again and forced him around until he was practically bent in half, the tip of the silicone cock pressed against his lips.

"You're going to want to get that nice and wet for yourself," Lake warned. "It's the only kind of lube I'll allow you."

"Wha—" He should have known better than to try and speak. Nix's head was immediately shoved down, and he was forced to open his mouth and welcome the toy or be hit in the teeth by it.

At least he didn't force him the same way West had. As soon as he was sure Nix had taken it, Lake loosened his hold, allowing him to set the pace however he saw fit.

The plastic tasted bland on his tongue as Nix rolled it around, trying to slick up as much as he could. He pooled saliva in his mouth and wondered if Lake had been insincere before. Perhaps West wasn't the one with the spit kink?

It was like Lake could read his thoughts, however, for as soon as it came to him, the demon at his back chuckled.

"I'm not West, Songbird. The longer you take, the more impatient I'll become."

He did the best he could to focus on wetting the toy, telling himself that it was for his own benefit, even if all of this was being controlled by the bastard at his back.

This whole day had been surreal, from the drive to the contract in blood to this. He wanted to fight back and argue, but knew it'd simply be a waste of his efforts. And Lake knew it as well.

Nix needed this strange partnership—or whatever it was—to work in order to find the person responsible for terrorizing Branwen. If he had to allow Lake to humiliate and abuse him for a bit? So what?

A fucked up voice in his head laughed at him and pointed out snidely that he wasn't exactly as innocent as he was playing.

Case in point, his dick was swollen and achy.

That didn't go unnoticed by Lake either.

"Already hard and all you've done was give head to a rubber cock?" he tutted and yanked Nix back up by his hair, smirking when that caused him to yelp. "When was the last time you fingered yourself?"

Nix blinked at him in confusion.

"Yejun hasn't gotten to you yet, and I know West hasn't made a move since the Roost," Lake reiterated. "Which means you've gone untouched by us for at least a few days. Our last Enigma session was almost two weeks ago. Did you touch yourself after that?"

Nix dropped his gaze, glaring when Lake propped a finger beneath his chin and lifted his head back up.

"You're blushing, Songbird," Lake teased. "You don't have to. I know you've been thinking about me when you get yourself off. If you're good for me for the rest of this, maybe I'll take pity on you and tell you a secret."

"What, forcing me suddenly no longer appealing?" Nix snapped and instantly regretted it. He braced himself, but retaliation never came.

"I'm still going to make you sob," Lake shrugged like it was nothing. Then in a flash, he had both hands under Nix's thighs and was lifting him.

With his hands bound, Nix could only brace his chest against Lake's as he was raised over the desk and positioned to Lake's liking. He'd only just processed what was going on a second before he was lowered and he felt the tip of the dildo breech his hole.

"Don't!" He cried out as he was dropped onto the length of the toy in one move, all eight inches of it invading him. When he tried to wiggle free, Lake readjusted his hold, pinning him down by the tops of his thighs so he was forced to sit on the desk with the entire toy stuck inside of him.

Nix groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, leaning away from Lake. The move only had the toy pressing against different spots, and he hissed at the stretch and the burn.

"Put your head on my shoulder," Lake ordered, quirking a brow when Nix didn't immediately move to follow his command. "This isn't just my office. Unless you want someone walking in on you getting fucked by a desk—"

"All right." Nix glared but leaned forward, awkwardly figuring out how to best rest his head on his shoulder with his arms still tied. He ended up planting his cheek against the spot between his shoulder and neck, facing the wall as he waited for whatever came next.

Lake's hands returned to the bottom of his thighs, settling right beneath the swell of his ass. He lifted Nix slowly at first, carefully pulling his body off of the toy inch by torturous inch. Once he had him hovering over it with only the crown still inserted, he repeated his earlier move, dropping him back down with enough force it was like a punch to the gut.

Nix swore, but Lake was already hauling him back up again steadily.

It didn't get easier when he was forced back down a third time.

Or a fourth.

Or a fifth.

He lost count after that, his sounds of discomfort turning to mewls of desperation, his thighs widening of their own accord to welcome Lake when he stepped in closer. Whenever he was lowered onto the dildo, Nix started gyrating his hips, trying to hit that sweet spot, only to be tormented by yet another unhurried dragging against his inner walls as he was lifted.

"Look how wet you are for me now, Songbird," Lake said, drawing his attention down between them.

Nix pulled back to do as he was told and sucked in a sharp breath, but it wasn't because of his own exposed dick.

Lake's cock was proudly out, jutting upward and slicked in his own juices. He could practically see the vein at the bottom throbbing, took in the flushed and angry red head—which was much wider than the toy Nix was currently sitting on.

Everything about it was bigger, in fact.

"Good Light," it was out of his mouth before he could help it, but that was really all he could say.

"As big as you imagined?" Lake joked, gripping himself in a hand to give a leisurely stroke that had a single bead of pearly precome leaking from the slit.

"Bigger," he admitted. "Too big." There was absolutely no way.

"You'll take it," Lake told him, unencumbered by Nix's obvious rejection. "The boys will help stretch you out first."

Nix opened his mouth, closed it, and tried again. "Are you insinuating…"

"That you'll take West and Yejun's cocks before mine?" Lake nodded. "Unless you're okay with not being able to walk for a few days. I did bring a tube of sun cream back from Vitality. Though…" His gaze dropped pointedly down Nix's body. "If I fuck you once, Songbird, we aren't stopping until I've had my fill, and I've been known to go for days. Not even sun cream will be able to fix you then, and unfortunately, we've got other things to do. Fucking you until you can no longer run from me will have to wait."

"That's—" Nix had figured out that they were all going to share him, they'd said as much, but this… "You just expect me to actually sleep with them both? To—"

"Spread your legs like you're doing right now and welcome them into that pretty hole of yours?" Lake said. "Yes. Yes, I do. And you will."

"What happened to not sharing me?"

Lake frowned, clearly not understanding.

"The last time, in the shower," Nix reminded. "You said either I come for you or—"

"Oh," understanding dawned on him, "that. Haven't you realized already? West and Yejun are closer to me than blood brothers. You come for them? It's as good as you coming for me." Lake's eyes narrowed. "You come for anyone else, however…"

"That was the deal," Nix confirmed, even though they hadn't actually gone over terms and conditions like he'd wanted. It was fairly obvious though, and he sure as hell wasn't going to complain right now while in the process of being impaled by eight inches of rubber. "I have to be with you three to attract the hacker."

"Yeah, that's why," he snorted, but Nix didn't get the joke. Lake didn't give him the chance to ask either, moving in closer until that massive cock of his bumped up against Nix's. He wrapped his hand around them, managing to capture them both so his other arm could slip beneath Nix.

Nix quickly dropped his head back on Lake's shoulder, giving him most of his weight as the Demon started fucking him onto the toy again. It was shallower this time, with Lake only able to lift him a few inches off the dildo with one hand.

But he made up for it.

Lake rubbed their cocks together, smearing precome down their hard shafts as he gripped them. He wasn't slow or careful now, stroking them together to a tempo that only grew frenzied with each passing second.

The feel of the toy impaling him and keeping him stuck in place to the desk while his body was manipulated had Nix's balls tightening. His dick felt like it was going to burn off, the heat from Lake's cock like searing iron against him. The sounds of their bodies coming together, their precome mixing and the hinges of the desk creaking filled the room, drowned out only by their harsh panting.

Lake took from Nix the same way West had, even if everything about how was different, and Nix felt a moment of clarity where it really clicked for him what the three of them had meant.

They really, well, and truly believed that they owned him.

"Come for me, Songbird," Lake said. "Come for your king."

Nix opened his mouth to tell him to stop being ridiculous, but what ended up coming out was a moan as his body obeyed.

He orgasmed, twitching around the dildo as Lake left him on it to reach forward. His hands continued to work them against each other, fingers gathering Nix's come to use as more lube for himself as he did.

Lake pulled Nix off of him enough to lean him back, and then his mouth was at the side of Nix's neck, latching onto his pulse point. He gave one hard suck that had Nix's hips bucking and another gush shooting forward. That seemed to be all Lake needed to push him over the edge as well and he growled as he came.

"No more," Nix begged when a moment later he was forced all the way back until he was resting on his elbows on the desk. The pop of the toy's suction giving way had him grimacing, but the toy remained buried inside of him nonetheless.

Ignoring him, Lake dipped his fingers in the mess on Nix's chest, collecting a few thick globs of come before bringing his hand up to Nix's mouth.

When Nix tried to resist, he grabbed him by the neck and yanked him forward, shoving two digits in deep.

He rubbed his fingers against Nix's tongue, giving him a dark, warning look when Nix still wasn't reciprocating. Lake left his mouth and collected more, waiting this time with his hand held aloft.

"You're such an asshole," Nix grumbled, unable to help himself even as he willingly took those fingers back into his mouth and licked them clean the way he knew the Demon wanted.

Sure enough, Lake smiled, some of the edge leaving his gaze. "Who tastes better?"

Nix tilted his head. Surely…

"Me or West?"

That was a dangerous question, but it was obvious by the tightening grip on his nape that he wasn't going to be allowed time to try and find a safe answer.

"You." Nix figured it better to please the demon in front of him, right?

Lake nodded like that was what he'd expected to hear and then removed the toy, smirking like the bastard he was when Nix groaned as he was emptied. He undid the belt next, adjusting Nix's shirt.

"What about the come?" Nix asked with a scowl as Lake pulled the two halves together and redid the single button that had survived his terror earlier, covering the mess but in no way dealing with it. Sure, he'd fed him some of it, but not all, and pretty soon that was going to start to dry and itch. Not his idea of a good time.

"It stays on until we get back home."

"Seriously?"

Lake picked up the rest of Nix's clothes off the ground and tossed them at him. "Get dressed. Quickly. Unless you want to walk back to campus?"

For a moment, despite all the threats, Lake had seemed more like the man Nix had spoken with before coming to Foxglove.

He'd forgotten Maestro wasn't real.

Had lost himself to sensation.

It wouldn't happen again.

Nix pulled on his pants, angry at the way his ass smarted and how the rest of his body felt amazing in the afterglow.

Lake was also in the process of putting his clothes back on when his multi-slate rang. After a glance, he answered, "Yeah?"

"Where are you?" West's voice came through the tiny speaker on the side of the device. "The Order is asking for us."

"I'll be there shortly," Lake replied, then paused, eyes finding Nix's.

Nix frowned and mouthed what , not wanting to interrupt their conversation.

"By the way," Lake drawled.

"Yeah?" The sound of a car door slamming came through the line. "Spit it out, what is it?"

" Nixie says I taste better than you." A single curse word managed to come through before Lake ended the call.

Nix stared at him, completely at a loss for words. He only reacted when Lake stepped toward him and pressed his thumb against the massive hickey he'd left at the side of his neck, and even then, all he could do was wince and pull away.

"Call me an asshole again, Songbird," Lake said. "I dare you."