WE DID IT, BUT HE TOOK IT.

Chapter: 2

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Kaidën had raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across his face. He had just finished his usual night hunt and was on his merry way home when his gaze landed on the young officer. For years he has watched him, followed him, Kaidën has planned the man's life from the very day he met him, and made sure that each step Asher took, he would be there a few steps behind, watching him closely. But, tonight was a temptation that Kaidën couldn't resist, and for one who had endured for the past years, Kaidën knew he must take his chances now that he had it and with that, he parked his car and got out. At first he leaned against his car and watched Asher's colleagues who surrounded him, although Kaidën hated the sight of anyone been that close to him, but he knew he had to hold his cool.

He couldn't afford to draw attention to himself and make a bad first impression on the young officer and so he waited until they had entered the bar. Kaidën followed a few minutes later. He stalked around the bar, from the other end and just watched Asher, the cute little dances he attempted with his friends, the sound of his laughter that carried on even amidst the loud music. Kaidën felt a shiver run down his spine whenever he heard him laugh, no music could match the sound of his laughter.

A man came around to stand behind Asher and soon he began to dance to with him, provoked, Kaidën rose and motioned to the bartender.

“Get Khaled over there.” He instructed and the bartender nodded. Kaidën relaxed once again on his stool and waited for the bouncer to approach the man who danced with Asher, and as soon as the bouncer escorted the interloper out. Asher frowned not liking the fact that his dance partner has just been removed, but he moved over to the bar to grab himself another drink.

After watching Asher for another few minutes, Kaidën stepped out of the bar and into the dark alley where the bouncer stood with the man who had dared to dance with Asher. As Kaidën approached them, the bouncer turned and left to return to his duty, leaving the man to face Kaidën’s wrath alone. Kaidën without waiting, held the man around his throat, the man trembled, his eyes wide with terror, as Kaidën's hand closed around his throat like a vice. Kaidën's grip tightened, lifting him off the ground, his feet dangling in mid-air. The man's face turned a deep shade of crimson, his eyes bulging as he struggled to breathe.

Kaidën's voice was a low, menacing growl, sending shivers down the man's spine. "I'm in a... cheerful mood tonight, so I'll let you off with a warning." The man's eyes rolled back, his body shaking like a leaf caught in the wind. "If you value your pathetic life, you see that officer, the one you dared to dance with, stay clear. And since my... appetite is still sated, I'll let you leave my bar unscathed.”

With a sudden release, the man landed on the ground, coughing and sobbing uncontrollably. Kaidën's eyes gleamed with a vicious intensity as he smoothed his clothes and hair, his movements eerily calm. "Now, run!" he muttered, and the man scrambled to his feet, fleeing into the night like a terrified animal. When Kaidën re-entered the bar, Asher spotted him, and their eyes locked. Smirking, Kaidën stalked over to the bar, his gaze locked on Asher all the way.

*****

They collided at the bar, their bodies brushing together as they reached for their drinks. The spark between them was undeniable, and Asher had felt himself getting lost in Kaidën's eyes.

"Mind if I join you?" Kaidën had asked, his voice low and husky.

Asher had shaken his head, his heart racing. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking but Asher had leaned into the man's face when he replied. "Not at all."

Kaidën loved that, and he laughed softly before they soon fell into a comforting chatter.

They had talked for what seemed like hours, laughing and joking together like they'd known each other for years. Maybe for Asher, it was the first time, but for Kaidën, he has known the man for years. Asher had felt a connection with Kaidën that he couldn't explain, a sense of belonging that he'd never experienced before.

As the night wore on, they had found themselves getting closer and closer, their bodies touching, their faces inches apart. And then, without warning, Kaidën leaned in and kissed him. Asher had felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. But he'd kissed back, his lips crashing against Kaidën's in a fierce, passionate kiss. They had stumbled out of the bar, laughing and staggering together. Asher had barely remembered the cab ride to Kaidën's place, but he'd remembered every detail of what had happened next.

They had stumbled into the apartment as if they chased life, and had torn each other's clothes off, their bodies entwined in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. Asher had felt like he was drowning, like he was losing himself in Kaidën's eyes. The sex had been intense, passionate. Asher had felt like he'd never been alive before, like every nerve ending in his body was on fire. When Kaidën's hands grasped Asher's waist, pulling him close as their lips crashed together. The room around them melted away, leaving only the thrum of desire and the rush of skin against skin.

Asher's fingers in turn had tangled in Kaidën's hair, deepening the kiss as their bodies swayed together. The air was thick with tension, and heavy with the scent of arousal. Clothes scattered across the floor, shed in a frantic bid to get closer. Asher's heart pounded in his chest, his pulse racing like a wild animal. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to vibrate with anticipation. Kaidën's eyes locked onto his, burning with an inner fire that drew Asher in. He felt himself drowning in those eyes, losing himself in the depths of Kaidën's gaze.

When Asher got on top of Kaidën, the man had smiled warmly at him, and very sweetly muttered, “Go ahead,”

It was like a command he didn't know he needed, and Asher fell smoothly between the man's parted thighs, their gaze locked even as he pushed his cock into the tightness of Kaidën's body, he saw the man hiss, his body clenching down on his cock so painfully Asher thought he would snap his dick in two.

“You're going to break my dick.” Asher had muttered to the man, breathless as he fought to keep his cool.

Kaidën groaned and grabbed onto Asher's shoulders, his nails digging into the large of back, drawing blood. “You're fucking huge… you're the one about to break me in half with that monster you're shoving inside of me… Ahhh!” Kaidën cried when Asher pushed all the way in. “You idiot!” He cried, and Asher spotted a stray tear escape the man's face, he leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

The kiss was a welcome distraction from the pain and Asher gave Kaidën time to adjust to his length and he wouldn't move until Kaidën muttered.

“You can move now.” And he did.

Their bodies moved together, a symphony of flesh and bone. Asher's senses were overwhelmed, his mind reeling with the sheer intensity of the experience. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness in their kisses and the scent of arousal filled the room. A force that drove them overboard and they rode the pleasure with all that they've got.

Time lost all meaning as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. Asher felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in his life.

*****

As he remembered the details of their encounter, Asher's face flushed, and his heart began to race. He'd never felt that way about anyone before, and he didn't know how to process it. And fuck, no wonder he didn't get any pain, it wasn't him who had taking it up the ass.

“Shit!” He groaned and rubbed his eyes. “How the fuck was he so calm?” He whispered, thinking out loud. “And to think he even went into the kitchen to make me breakfast.” He muttered again, almost starting to feel guilty for the way he had left.

The cab screeched to a halt, jolting Asher back to reality. He paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk, feeling a sense of fear wash over him. Taking a deep breath, Asher turned toward the station and headed inside, determined to put the events of the previous night behind him. He was certain he wouldn't be running into that man ever again.

*****

Back at the apartment Kaidën walked over to the bedside drawer and pulled it open to find the wallet he had hidden away in there, as he took the wallet and sat down on the bed, he groaned, a sharp pain shot up his nerves.

“Fucking monster cock,” he grumbled as he opened the wallet and pulled out the picture in it. He flicked the picture between his fingers before pushing it back into the wallet.

His phone began to ring and he leaned forward to grab it.

“Yeah?” He called, his eyes glued to the wallet still in his hand.

(’I dropped him, sir,’) a voice said from the other end of the line.

  "Good, thank you, Jord." He ended the call, tossing his phone back onto the bed.

  With a sly smile spreading across his face, Kaidën fell back onto the bed, the wallet still clutched tightly in his hand. "I'll be seeing you very soon, my Heart," he whispered, his eyes glistening with a startling intensity.