AmiGo was hardly the place that Caden expected to find the likes of DAMIEN RUSSO , but once spotting his profile, it wasn't as if Caden could resist the offer. After all, so much had been going in his life since the last they spoke — the fact that Antoinette Spina had left, that CIAN MAHER had left, that nearly everyone else had left. Seeing a blip out of the past was like the light at the end of a dark, dark tunnel.

[break][break] And Caden could not help but want to chase it.

[break][break] "I don't," he said, as he began to unbutton his shirt. His voice bled with exasperation, and if DAMIEN RUSSO looked close enough, he would be able to see the fading bruises on his cheekbones. It had been months since his encounter with THEO BECKETT , and Caden had been playing safe since then, but with the departure of Lulu Flint from Hoenn, he'd been given a little more freedom than before. A little more breathing room.

[break][break] But then @symon had left, he'd been evicted, and he was back to where he fucking started.

[break][break] God, he really needed this.

[break][break] Normally, the Rocket grunt would never have been caught dead in a place like room 505. The dingy motel was a shithole of the utmost proportions, the kind of thing that reminded him of his life in Slateport before he'd gotten that apartment (and he'd lost that one too.)

[break][break] Eyes narrowed, Caden finished unbuttoning his shirt and then strode across the room to help DAMIEN RUSSO remove him of his.

[break][break] "Let's just say," he muttered, voice husky with desire. "You're lucky your family's over in Unova. They can't fuck you over like mine has."

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With DAMIEN RUSSO's help, his buckle comes loose and with it, the rest of his pants. Caden reaches for the other man, only flinching lightly as the knuckles run across his bruises.

[break][break] "No. Not my family."

[break][break] Unlike many other Rockets, Caden had never considered Rocket his family. It was his obligation, his family heirloom that he'd tried to ignore to the best of his ability. But he wasn't a coward, he wasn't a runner — not the way his brothers were.

[break][break] Reaching for Damien's belt buckle too, Caden reached for him. He tugged him closer, pressing them together, just as his teeth grazed against the man's sharp jaw.

[break][break] "You sure you want to talk about family at a time like this?" he murmured.

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"well then," caden's eyes gleamed with heat, coal-black in the apartment room. "you're in luck."

[break][break] his teeth sink into the other's neck, his tongue darting to the indendation before his lips covered the reddened skin in a kiss.

[break][break] a breath billowed over the shell of DAMIEN RUSSO 's ear.

[break][break] "when i'm done with you..." he murmured, grinding against them both. a hand slackened between them, pushing against the hardness of the other's desire. teeth grazed down his neck, down biting against his collarbone, nibbling and biting all the way down his chest as his teeth grabbed the hem of the other's boxer's and slowly dragged them down.

[break][break] feverish with desire, caden breathed hotly and glanced up at him through lidded eyes.

[break][break] "you won't even be able to walk."

[break][break] and with those last words, caden sunk down to his knees to fulfill his promise.

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Wait? [break][break]
The thought was laughable – Caden had waited too long for something like this to stop now. He had spent the last several days, weeks, months having to wait, to have to sit there and just listen, to abide by rules that he despised because of his brother’s own selfishness. [break][break]

He hated it. [break][break]

He hated the fact that all because of one person, his life was forfeit. [break][break]

Caden was tired of it. [break][break]

He wanted - no needed to feel something else. Feel pleasure.

It was his turn to be selfish. [break][break]

Without waiting, Caden leaned forward eagerly and took what was his. Hands slid against smooth muscle as he leaned down, breath billowing against him, and took in Damien for all he was worth, savoring all that was sweet. [break][break]

As selfish as he could be, Caden was an ardent lover. He was careful to pay attention to each and every of his partner’s whims, enjoying each prized moan that he was rewarded him with. Each moan was a prize, a reason to sink lower into the abyss. He was viscously competitive, loving the way that he could take Damien toward that high and then take it back again, to control the very thing that was his. If Caden could not have control of his own life, then he would take control of this pleasure – as was the only way he knew how. [break][break]

Fingers dug into his scalp, adding to that burning heat in his gut, but he let out a sound of startled surprise as he was dragged away from his prize. For a brief moment, annoyance glistened sharp in his nickel-bright eyes – how dare Damien take away what was deservedly his? But the look on Damien’s face was all he needed. [break][break]

Desperation. [break][break]

He can’t help it either. The rocket is quick to get to his feet, grabbing Damien’s hips and pushing him roughly against the hotel desk. His breath hot in his ear, a hand pushing against the back of his neck and leaning against him. Pulsing hot, Caden leans forward. He grabs his hair and drags him back, just so his teeth grazes the shell of his ear. [break][break]

“Say it,” he breathes, hand slipping down between them. “How much do you want it?” [break][break]

Want me?

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