Lucius nodded to the guards as he walked down the hall where the cadets were housed. He kept a cool face, but on the inside, he was fuming.
Maxem's taunt was a smack to the face. Lucius had done all that he could, just short of bending over, to keep Mattius's gambling and fighting on the down low. To have Maxem find out not once but twice wasn't just humiliating, it was disrespectful. Mattius had made a promise to stay away from the vice. He'd even gotten on his knees and made a whole show of apologizing.
Lucius now saw it as it was: a ploy so that Lucius would get off his back.
He'd known getting involved with a cadet could only end up in a disaster. He'd expected it to crash before it even took off, but here he was, doing things he never thought he would to keep the attention of someone who couldn't keep in their pants for anyone.
Mattius was a whore. It wasn't Lucius being mean. It was just him stating the facts.
Though he attempted to keep a low profile, his presence in the cadet facilities was going to raise some eyebrows. It sure did arise attention of other cadets. A few were walking down the hall, heading toward the courtyard or possibly to an assembly. None of it concerned Lucius. He ignored the stares he got, focused only on the task at hand.
He knocked firmly on room #233 even though he wanted to bash his fist into it. He imagined bashing the door in until it splinted.
A minute passed and no one answered. His jaw clenched. He knocked harder this time, the wood quivering under the force. Sparks fizzed in and out around his fists.
He leaned forward and listened to make sure he hadn't missed Mattius and he was out. He did hear something. There were low moans that he recognized as Mattius's and a suspiciously loud gags.
Lucius slammed his shoulder into the door. Someone yelped from the other side. He slammed in again, drawing the attention of some cadets who poked their heads out from their rooms.
The door swung open on the next slam. It hit the wall with a loud bang.
The scene Lucius found made him see red—his body shook with such anger that he intended to kill the cadet on his knees in front of Mattius.
The smug Exteru was lounging on his bed with his legs spread. His hand was firmly pressed to the back of the cadet between his legs, forcing the man's mouth down of Mattius's cock. The cadet's eyes watered, his lips cherry red from sucking for so long. Lucius knew how long that could be. Mattius could go at it for hours before he even got close to cumming.
The cadet shoved away from Mattius. He wiped his mouth, but it was too late to hide what the two of them had been doing.
"Exteru Lucius!" The man's eyes were wide as saucers as he gaped at the man who'd busted through the door.
"Get out." Lucius stalked over to the bed.
The cadet fell on his ass as he scrambled back. "I—"
"Get out!"
Sparks shot out from Lucius's hands. He cursed to himself about not being able to control himself. But it got the cadet moving. The man rushed to the door. He attempted to close it behind him, but after seeing that it was broken and fumbled with it for a second, he left it, running down the hall like his ass was on fire.
If he'd waited a second longer, Lucius would have set it on fire. He thought about electrocuting the man to death when he turned his hardened glare to Mattius.
The Exteru was smug. He leaned back on his arms, legs still spread with his hard cock out. It glistened with spit—the spit from another man and he didn't give a shit about it. His eyes taunted Lucius.
"I hope you're planning on fixing that." He nodded toward the broken door.
Lucius stepped between Mattius's legs. "Cover yourself and get up."
Mattius cocked his head. "What thinks you have the right to order me around?"
Lucius's eyes narrowed. "I'm your superior."
"That's right. I wonder what others will think if they find out you're fucking one of your subordinates."
Lucius grabbed Mattius by the neck. "Don't threaten me. I just got back from Maxem and he's told me you've gotten in trouble for fighting again. I'm already pissed Mattius. You don't want to make me angrier."
A sly look crossed Mattiu's face. He bit his bottom lip. "Are you sure about that?"
He nudged the tip of his foot against Lucius's ankle. His hand slid down to his cock, wrapping around the base.
"I was just about to cum, you know? He was sucking me so good, gagging on it." His foot rose to Lucius's thigh. "So much better than you."
Lucius held still. Mattius's foot pressed to his crotch. He was soft for the most part. However, it would be a lie if he said he wasn't a little turned on. Finding Mattius with his cock in someone else's mouth did make him angry. It pissed him off to no end, but seeing Mattius in any sexual state was enough to turn Lucius on. Even if it was with someone else.
Lucius shoved Mattius face first into the mattress. Mattius let out a grunt as he hit the sheets.
"Really?" Lucius smacked Mattius's hand away from his own cock and wrapped his hand around it. He laughed. "You're barely hard."
He pinched the tip of it and Mattius flopped like a fish. He snarled between clenched teeth. Lucius shoved him harder into the bed and climbed over him.
"Is this to get my attention? Or did you think I'd find you like this and forget about your other transgressions?"
Mattius elbowed Lucius in the gut. Lucius grunted, but his hold didn't loosen. He remembered briefly that the door was wide open and someone was bound to see them. He ignored the savage ideas going through his head. Monstrous really.
He leaned forward, pressing his cheek against Mattius's and whispered in his ear. "I could fuck you right here. I'd make all your peers listen to you squeal on my cock. You'd like it. You'd beg me to fuck you harder."
He pressed his hips down onto Mattius's. He let the Exteru feel his erection straining through his pants. Mattius struggled, but Lucius pressed him harder into the mattress, letting his weight do most of the work.
"Either I do that or you get dressed and we take this somewhere else."
Mattius went slack. He breathed heavily as he glared at the ground.
"Fine."
Lucius didn't get up immediately. He ground his cock into Mattius's plush ass. The man was rigid, but he was growing harder, pulsing in Lucius's hand.
He gave the cock a squeeze before he removed his grip. He slowly got up. The second he lifted his hand from Mattius's neck, the Exteru shot up. He shoved Lucius in the chest.
Lucius stepped back. He was still pissed off. He was ready to snap, but the only thing holding him back was the idea that he'd be able to punish Mattius in private once they got to his rooms.
He spread his arms. "You can fight me later. I promise."
He grinned. There was no joy or humor in it. If he saw it he knew what it would look like—a shark swimming towards the scent of blood in water.
Mattius's glare was like that of a wounded animal. It was feral in a way, but it wasn't anything Lucius hadn't seen before. It was one of the qualities that made Lucius want him more and had drawn his attention in the first place. He wanted to break that spirit. He wanted to snuff it out and rebuild it with hatred for himself. He wanted Mattius to hate him so much that he became obsessed.
Mattius muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?"
Mattius ignored him, tucking himself back into his pants. He shouldered past Lucius, bumping into him as he went for the door.
Lucius grabbed Mattius's by the back of his neck and yanked him back.
"Want to run that by me again?"
Mattius barred his teeth. "I said you're not man enough to do shit."
He was trying to get under his skin. He wanted Lucius to lose control and lose his focus. Because Mattius knew that once he got lost in the lust, he would be more susceptible to Mattius's games. It had happened before and it would surely happen again if Mattius had his way.
But not this time.
Lucius shoved Mattius forward. "Get moving."
Mattius threw a look over his shoulder. He started walking though.
There were cadets out in the hall, but they went back in their rooms when he they stepped out of Mattius's room. Lucius sent the last one to leave a look. That was enough for the cadet to dash inside.
The guards at the end of the hall gave the two of them curious looks, but they knew well enough to not say anything to Lucius, especially when he looked ready to rip anyone that crossed him in two. Lucius didn't care that being the son of Maxem got him leeway. He didn't give a shit if everyone thought he was a spoiled son—it wasn't far from the truth.
He hated that Mattius seem to be the only one that didn't follow his orders. There were others—like Mica and that stupid Mekiah—that couldn't be bent to his will. They would all eventually though. He'd make sure of that.
When they made the trip from one side of the base to the other where Lucius had a room set up, Mattius shoved the door open and made a show of not being scared of what Lucius had in store for him. Lucius turned and closed the door.
The lock clicked into place, echoing in the quiet room.
It was one of the best rooms on the base. Lavish compared to all the other rooms, but nothing like his room at his own place. The color scheme wasn't at all what he liked—lighter colors that matched his blond hair and made his fair skin look even better.
Mattius was different than other Exterus. Exterus had fair skin and light colored hair. Some had light brown hair and hazel eyes, but that was as dark as they got. Mattius was an anomaly. His black hair stood out amongst his peers. Lucius had never seen such dark hair on an Exteru. His eyes were just as dark. Even his skin was tanner than any Exteru, made even darker when it was paired next to Lucius's.
It made Lucius wonder about Mattius's parents. He'd looked into the man's records and found that he'd been abandoned outside a training base when he was three years old. He'd been raised in the military which wasn't unheard of for Exterus, but that were usually in their teens when they enlisted.
Mattius stood his ground in the middle of the large room that doubled as a living space and a bedroom. The large bed was in the corner on a raised platform.
Lucius took a deep breath as he leaned against the shut door. He counted in his head. The sparks between his fingertips were leftover of his anger. It was still there, receding under the surface, but there was something more deadly blooming from that untapped emotion.
He turned his head a fraction. He looked at Mattius from the corner of his eyes. "Did you know I was coming to see you?"
Mattius scoffed. "See, this is what is wrong with you. You think everything is about you? It's not. I wanted to fuck and he was there."
Lucius pulled away from the door. His movements were slow and meticulous as he crossed the space between them. Mattius crossed his arms over his chest.
"This is the last time I'm going to tell you to behave. You will not go back to that disgusting place and you won't hump everything that moves. You will control yourself."
Mattius evaded him. They circled around each other like sharks in the water.
"I don't take orders from you." Mattius jolted from in front of Lucius to behind him.
Lucius had only a fraction of a second to prepare before Mattius's arm wrapped around his throat and choked him back against his chest.
Lucius clutched Mattius's forearm with both hands. They stood close to the same height, but Mattius was shorter than him by a couple inches. He pulled Lucius down, forcing Lucius to bend his knees to alleviate the force on his windpipe.
"This isn't up for debate. If you want to be with me—"
"Whoever said we were together?"
Lucius hadn't meant to shock Mattius. The bolts shot out from his hands without effort. Mattius let go with a yell. He stepped back, giving Lucius the room to turn around and grab Mattius by the front of his shirt.
He yanked Mattius off his feet and they went stumbling back toward the bed. Mattius tripped over the platform's edge. He landed on the mattress and Lucius went down with him.
Lucius caught himself with his left hand. His knee landed between Mattius's thighs. His fist tightened on Mattius's shirt before it loosened. His gaze was harsh as he stared down at Mattius.
"I'm not going to share you," he bit out. He fucking hated the idea of anyone else touching Mattius. He didn't even like the idea of Mattius going to fights for a thrill.
Mattius grabbed Lucius's arm and attempted to shove him off. Lucius held firm, putting his full weight on Mattius's chest so he couldn't get up.
"What are you going to do about it? Huh? Just face it. You're not enough to sate me. You never will be."
The blow shouldn't have hurt so much. Lucius knew that it might have been the truth. He'd been ignoring it for months.
His grip didn't lessen.
"That doesn't matter." He climbed onto Mattius and straddled his chest.
Mattius looked bewildered. "What are you doing?"
Lucius unbuttoned his jacket. He shrugged out of it and tossed it onto the floor behind him. He might have looked like he was taking his time unbuttoning his shirt, but it was a facade. He was trembling on the inside, resisting the urge to rip the damn thing off.
The cool air of the room hit his naked chest. He took his time with the last button. He relished in the confused look on Mattius's face. He devoured it, feasting on it like it was a gourmet meal prepared just for him.
A laugh escaped his lips. There was a hint of hysteria in it.
"I'm proving to you that I'm man enough."
He removed his shirt. It fluttered to the ground. He raked his hands up Mattius's chest, taking in the way his chest rose and fell with quickening breaths. "That's it. Get scared for me."
Mattius's eyes narrowed. His mouth pressed into a firm line. "I'm not scared."
Lucius hummed. "That's good. I don't care either way."
He gripped Mattius's throat. It wasn't hard enough to choke him, but it was enough to make it known that Lucius had him pinned where he wanted him. He rubbed his thumb over Mattius's pulse point. It fluttered under the pressure.
"Are you sure?"
Mattius grabbed Lucius by the hips and flipped them over. Lucius locked his thighs around Mattius's waist and gripped his throat tighter. They fought for dominance. It was a short fight with Lucius flipping Mattius over onto his stomach. He pressed Mattius face down into the pillowy sheets.
"Ah," he hissed out in pleasure. "That's the image I want to see every day I wake up."
"Fuck you," Mattius mumbled out, but it was barely heard with his mouth obscured by the sheets.
"What was that?" Lucius teased with a chuckle. "Did you say something?"
His hips sat below Mattius's ass, framing them in a way that made his dick dark. He slid his hands down Mattius's back, along his spine, mapping out the way his back sloped.
He gave the perky cheeks a hard smack.
Mattius grunted.
"Do you know what I think, Mattius?"
Mattius gripped the sheets. He pulled them down, destroying the perfectly made bed that Lucius liked to see when he walked into a room. The only other time he liked a messy bed when he'd had a tussle in it. Preferably with Mattius.
"I think you wanted me to find you with your cock out." The tip of his finger teased the waist of Mattius's pants.
Mattius turned his face to the side. His lips parted in such a pretty way that Lucius almost forgot that he was going to teach the little brat a lesson. He shoved Mattius's face back down into the mattress. Mattius let out a little sound that had Lucius almost cumming in his pants.
Gods. It had been awhile since he'd sunk deep into the brat's hole.
"And I think it's passed time I give you a reason to act out."
Mattius yelled, but it was lost in the fabric. Lucius pulled Mattius's pants down along with his underwear. His breath hitched as Mattius's ass was revealed. It was a soft tan just like the rest of his body. The round cheeks were begging to be beaten red and that was exactly what Lucius was going to do.
He palmed the goosebump flesh. It was soft and subtle. He thought for a second before he lowered his head and bit the right cheek.
Mattius howled. He bucked his hips, dislodging Lucius's teeth. He didn't go without some fight. His k-nines scratched the flesh. When he pulled away, he was pleased to see teeth marks.
He chuckled as he smeared the spit away from the marks. "I think a tattoo of this would look real nice."
Mattius shuddered.
"Oh? You like that? Maybe I'll just put my name right here too."
Lucius spread Mattius's cheeks. His hole clenched as Lucius gazed down at it. He licked his lips.
"Who have you fucked today?" He rammed two of his fingers into the hole. Mattius shot up, clawing at the sheets as he tried to squirm his way from out beneath Lucius.
Lucius wasn't having any of that. He shoved Mattius down harder into the bed, locking his thighs around Mattius's. His fingers twisted inside the spasming hole that was wet with lube. He was stretched—either he'd been preparing to fuck someone or he already had. With how pliant he was and how puffy his outer rim was, Lucius would bet that someone had already had his time with the younger Exteru.
A vein in the side of Mattius's neck bulged. His teeth were clenched so hard it looked like he was going to break his jaw. The burning look in his eyes didn't make Lucius rethink what he was doing. In fact, it made him more sure of it.
He jammed his fingers in harder, crooking them until he touched the spot within Mattius that had him shooting up the bed with no sure way of escape with Lucius pressing him down. Lucius pounding the spot that had Mattius squirming beneath him.
Mattius's face was flushed with sweat. It soaked the fringe of his hair, the strands sticking to his face. His lips were parted in a constant pant as he gripped the sheets harder. His feet uselessly kicked and he rocked his hips. What might have started as a way to get away from the stimulation of Lucius's fingers ended up with him fucking himself against the digits in a desperate manner.
Lucius pulled the fingers out when he noticed Mattius was only getting off on it.
He smacked the ass hard. Mattius shouted then smothered his face into the blanket.
"I'm going to make sure you know who you belong to." He smacked Mattius's ass again, harder so that even his palm stung after it.
Yes. This was exactly what Mattius needed.
He needed to learn his lesson.