Barbarian - Jericho's Boy's #3 - ch. 5 (Patreon)

Unbeta'd/Unedited. I'm not sure what it says about me that I'm not sure if this chapter is dirtier than I usually right or if I've just lost my gauge. I hope you like it. There will be more Vengeful Bonds, The Sin Eater and the second part of Thomas's mini-fic coming over the next four days. Thanks for being patient while I juggle.

Mal

Mal stared down at Nico. He was gazing up at Mal with a quiet desperation he’d never seen on his best friend before. Nico was many things, loud, restless, attentive, funny, often silly. But he tended to hide his most vulnerable parts. The ones that he thought were the worst of him. The ones Mal loved the most about him. 

He hadn’t meant to show his hand so soon. He’d been content to wait Nico out, let him come around to the inevitable in his own time. When you had the rest of your life to be with someone, a few months seems a small price to pay. But now they were there, Nico beneath him, chest rising and falling rapidly as he waited for Mal to tell him what he wanted. 

Fuck. He was perfect. He dipped his head, giving him one last slow, searing kiss, and a soft smile before he dropped the mask, wiping all emotion from his expression…and his voice. “Open your mouth.” 

Mal’s cock throbbed as Nico’s lips parted without question, staring up at Mal with so much need, so much desperation, squirming helplessly beneath him. Mal had no intention of hurting Nico the way he craved…well, maybe just a little. Who could resist? He bet he made the sweetest sounds when he was hurting. 

Still, tonight was about testing Nico’s obedience…his endurance. He roughly shoved four fingers past Nico’s lips, forcing his tongue down and digging his thumb into the space beneath his chin. 

“Suck,” he demanded, his voice just loud enough to be heard. 

Nico gave a high-pitched whine, but immediately began to nurse greedily at Mal’s fingers, fucking his tongue between each digit until Mal had to bite back a moan of his own. He couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have that pretty little heart shaped mouth wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers. 

Mal pressed harder, feeling saliva pool in Nico’s mouth. He used the hand in his mouth to jerk his head to the side, biting his cheek just hard enough to hear Nico’s breath catch. Then he pressed his lips against his ear. 

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t know what a little pain slut you are,” Mal taunted, dragging his nail over Nico’s nipple, digging in until Nico jerked, crying out in pain. Mal narrowed his eyes, forcing Nico to look at him. “Shh,” he soothed, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “So loud and whiny already. It’s almost like you want our roommates to know what I’m doing to you. That’s it, isn’t it. You just love everyone knowing what a needy little whore you are for me.” 

Nico tried to answer, even with Mal’s fingers still jammed in his mouth, but Mal just worked his fingers deeper until he gagged, eyes watering. 

Mal tsk’d, making sure to keep his voice as uninterested as possible. “That wasn’t a fucking question.” He fucked his fingers into his throat until Nico gagged again. “We really gotta work on that gag reflex, Fidget. That’s pathetic.” 

That earned Mal another sad sound. He amused himself for a moment by gently shaking Nico’s head back and forth. “You look so good with your mouth stuffed full. I bet it will look even better when its my cock between your lips.” Nico groaned, but Mal went on like he hadn’t spoken. “Here’s what’s going to happen now. I’m gonna suck you off and you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut. If you make a single sound, I’m going to stop. Every…single…time. Nod if you understand.” 

Mal had never been so happy that he forgot to turn off their bedroom lamp. Even in the soft amber glow of a barely forty watt bulb, he got to watch Nico’s pupils blow wide, already hazy and a bit glassy eyed. Was he sinking into sub-space already? 

Fuck. He was perfect. And so fucking pretty, even with saliva leaking from the corners of his little mouth, now stretched obscenely around his fingers. 

 “Aw, you look so pitiful like this. Eyes vacant. Drooling all over yourself. Making such a big mess. No wonder you need me to tell you what to do. Poor, dumb baby.” 

He suddenly pulled his fingers free and wiped them on his cheek, dipping his head to scrape his teeth over his clavicle, before nipping at the skin below. He closed his mouth around the tight little nub, the same one he’d abused a few minutes ago, noting it already looked a little red and puffy. Nico yelped loudly. Mal pulled off, giving him a sharp look as he twisted Nico’s other nipple hard, then tugged until he opened his mouth in a silent scream. 

Mal surged upwards once more, placing a filthy kiss on Nico’s open mouth, then grabbed his face, digging his fingers into the hinge of his jaw until it opened wider, spitting on his tongue, then sucking it off. When he pulled off he gave him a disgusted look. “My mouth isn’t even on your dick yet and you’re already breaking the rules. It’s like you want me to punish you. Is that it? Are you trying to provoke me? Do you need me to hurt you just to get off?” 

Nico’s expression was equal parts misery and desire. Mal was clearly confusing him, but he could feel his cock, hard and leaking in his boxers where it pressed against Mal’s thigh. He liked this, loved it even. Nico was so worth every sleepless night Mal had spent fighting the urge to rub off on him in his sleep. 

This time Nico was smart enough to stay silent. 

“Good boy,” Mal praised, running a finger along his swollen bottom lip. “Learning already.” 

This time he skipped the foreplay. It was clear his Fidget was getting desperate and while Mal wasn’t above setting him up to fail just so he could punish him, that wasn’t the point. Not tonight. 

He knelt between Nico’s knees, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and dragging them down his leg, desire coiling in his stomach as he watched Nico’s cock slap his belly.  “Bend your knees for me.” 

Nico did as he was told, setting his heels on the bed. Mal spread his legs wider, making a show of looking over every part of him. The happy trail on his flat belly, his flushed cock, an angry red and wet at the tip. He really was so fucking pretty. Everywhere. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing Nico’s ass and spreading him apart, taking in the pretty pink hole that had consumed too many of his thoughts when he was jerking off in the shower. 

How many fucking times had he pictured this scenario? How many times had he wanted to taste him, tease him, torture him until he fucking cried? And now he could. He settled on his stomach between his legs, gripping Nico’s cock at the base. He was leaking so much pre-cum it dripped down his shaft. He couldn’t stop himself from licking it up, biting back a groan at the bitter taste on his tongue. 

Nico’s thighs were already trembling where they rested against his shoulders. He was so easy. So desperate and they were only just getting started. Was he this responsive for every man he was with? The thought sent a wave of rage through him, but he staved it off. It didn’t matter. Not anymore. There would be nobody else for Nico after tonight. 

Not now. 

Nico had a warehouse full of baggage and Mal knew the fight to win Nico’s trust was only just beginning. But Nico was a good boy…a sweet boy. He could certainly defend himself when warranted and kill when necessary. But Nico would never be stupid enough or cruel enough to sentence some poor idiot to a slow, painful death, just because he’d wanted to get off with someone who wasn’t Mal. 

He didn’t care who it was, or how nice they were. Mal wasn’t bound to any code of conduct. Not like the Mulvaney’s. And he had no doubt he could easily cover up his indiscretion if it came to that. But Nico would never let it come to that. Because he was a good person. The best, really. Far better than crazy Malachi with ten thousand personalities, all of whom were willing to kill. 

Mal believed in rewarding good behavior. He wanted to show Nico he’d done well by choosing him. He sank his mouth over Nico’s cock, his lips running gliding over velvety skin, tracing the vein underneath with his tongue. He smiled as Nico’s hips bucked and a heavy breath left his nose. Mal flicked his gaze upwards just in time to see Nico covering his mouth with his hand, trying to contain his noises. Mal pulled off. “Hands off, Fidget. No cheating.” 

Nico gave a dry sob, giving Mal a pleading look.

Mal ignored it. “I’m not going to count that one, since my mouth wasn’t on you right then. But three strikes and you’re out. I’ll just leave you like this, hard and aching, and you won’t come until I decide you’ve earned it.” Nico’s brows went up like he had a question but Mal answered it before Nico could give himself his first strike. “And no, it won’t be tonight. Maybe not tomorrow either. So I suggest you show me you can be good and keep your mouth shut. 

Nico’s brows knitted together, scanning Mal’s face like he was trying to decide whether he was serious or not. He would learn soon enough that Mal didn’t make idle threats, not even to those he loved. Nico’s body belonged to him. He’d said he wanted Mal to decide what he needed and he would. Nico had more important things to worry about than taking care of himself. 

That was Mal’s job. 

Nico finally gave another stilted nod, his hands smoothing through Mal’s hair, applying a less than subtle downward pressure that had him biting back a smile. Nico was going to be such a brat and Mal couldn’t wait. 

He swallowed Nico’s cock once more, taking him to the back of his throat without warning, earning another strangled sob. Mal didn’t stop bobbing his head, just pinched Nico’s thigh meanly, hard enough to bruise. His gasp was gunshot loud in the otherwise quiet room. The only sounds were the computer fan and Nico’s heavy breathing as he tried to maintain his composure. 

Mal sucked him from root to tip, swirling his tongue around the head, teasing his tongue in the notch there, before plunging back down. He loved the tang of Nico’s skin on his tongue and the slightly musky scent of his skin there. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he worked him over, setting an aggressive pace. He worked a hand between Nico’s legs, fingers slipping between his cheeks and teasing his entrance with the tip of his finger. 

Even without Nico’s noises, Mal could feel the younger boy losing his mind above him. His hands spasmed painfully in Mal’s curls, tugging hard as he squirmed, his thigh muscles tensing with every tight drag. He was panting like someone who was halfway through a marathon, his head thrown back as he thrashed against the pillows beneath. His hair was going to be a disaster later.

Mal pulled off, suddenly desperate to taste him. He roughly pushed Nico’s thighs towards his chest, spreading him just enough to get another look at his tight little hole. He spit on it, then laved over it, once, twice before placing tiny kisses to the sensitive skin around it. When he closed his mouth over him and sucked, Nico wailed, hips grinding down like he needed Mal’s tongue desperately. 

Mal pulled back just enough to say, “That’s two.” 

Nico’s affronted look did have him laughing this time. He glared at Mal but only until he returned to his meal. He took his time, eating Nico out like he was a seven course meal and Mal was starving. The more Mal teased his entrance, the more Nico wiggled, trying and failing to force Mal’s tongue past his rim. He clutched desperately at Mal’s hair, twisting when he finally breached his hole with his tongue. 

He spit again, right on his hole, then pushed his index finger inside without warning, earning another hard yank on his hair. Mal ignored him, snaking an arm beneath his leg, settling his palm on his hip to keep him in place as he stroked him from the insides, the tight velvety walls of his insides making Mal grind his cock against the mattress just to stave off his own pleasure. 

Mal worked his finger in and out, knowing it felt good, but not enough to satisfy. His fingertip brushed against the spongy gland just inside and Nico’s hands left Mal’s hair to twist into the sheets below, muscles straining with the effort to stay silent in the wake of so much bliss. 

Mal did it again, this time with more intent, rubbing at the spot with malicious intent. Nico was staring up at the ceiling, hands twisted in the fabric, writhing as he fought against…something. Mal gave a low laugh, earning a glare and a pout from his restless boy. He looked so fucking adorable. It didn’t dissuade him from continuing with his sensual torture. 

Nico squeezed his eyes shut when Mal finally closed his mouth over him once more, working him quickly, his finger badgering his prostate, pre-cum leaking onto his tongue. It wasn’t much longer before Nico was frantically tapping him on the top of the head, his breathing ragged. Mal ignored his warning, doubling his efforts. A moment later, Nico’s release flooded his mouth. 

He didn’t swallow it. Instead, he pulled his finger free, then climbed back up Nico's Body, using his clean hand to pry his mouth open once more, moving closer before he opened his own lips, letting Nico’s release drip from his tongue into his own mouth. 

“Don’t swallow it.” 

Nico whimpered, but nodded. Mal had thought he’d just jerk off, but seeing Nico lying there naked, warm, wet mouth open and waiting, he couldn’t resist. He grabbed the waistband of his underwear, clumsily working them down his legs then off, tossing them in the same direction as Nico’s. 

Mal straddled Nico’s shoulders, bracing one hand on the wall before him. Nico rubbed his face against Mal’s length, moaning. 

“Such a good little whore for me,” Mal said, a little awestruck by the view before him. Mal took his cock in hand, sliding it between Nico’s lips into the mess of cum and saliva inside, giving a pained groan as some of it escaped down Nico’s chin. 

“Relax your throat and don’t swallow until I say.” Nico nodded. “Be a good boy and let me use you.” He deliberately fucked his cock deep into his throat, making him gag. Mal didn’t pull back, just locked eyes with the boy beneath him. “You can take it. Just relax.” He started to struggle. “Shh, I know what’s best, remember?” 

He gripped Nico’s hair, pulling back just enough to let him catch his breath, before plunging forward once more. Pleasure bubbled like melted sugar low in his belly. His mouth felt so good, his throat clenching around him just like his tight little ass would soon. He used him hard, fucking his throat, even when he gagged, even when tears rolled down his cheeks. 

“Fuck, you’re mouth is incredible. Such a good boy. Look at how well you take my cock. I knew you’d be perfect. My perfect boy.” 

He gripped Nico’s hair tight, dragging his head up as he fucked down, holding him in place while his muscles convulsed around his cock, making Mal groan long and low as more and more tears welled. He pulled back when Nico’s nails started clawing at his thighs. 

“You gonna cry, Fidget?” he mocked. “We’ve barely even started.” He worked himself into his mouth in short, shallow thrusts, teasing deeper every third of fourth stroke, his release building fast. “You can take this much, can’t you? For me,Fidget?” 

Nico nodded as best he could, his hands roaming them restlessly. 

“How can anyone look so innocent with a cock in their mouth?” Mal mused, thrusting faster, pure bliss shooting through him each time Nico whined around him. “That’s my good boy. You’re doing so well. Taking me so well,” Mal praised. “I’m gonna come soon.” 

Nico practically purred at that. Mal just knew he’d have a praise kink. Fuck he was so perfect. Mal worked his hips faster at the thought, unable to tear his gaze away from the boy beneath him, so obedient as he fucked deeper and deeper into his throat once more, the wetness of his saliva and Nico’s own release coating his cock, the noises obscene. 

Teeth scraped along the head of Mal’s cock and he bit back another moan, squeezing the base of his cock to stave off his impending release, then pulled out. “Open.” 

Nico did, sticking out his tongue, giving him a perfect view of his cum still in his mouth. Mal bit his lip, working himself faster, Nico’s saliva drying on his skin causing the perfect catch and slide over his cock until it was just this side of painful. He was so close. Fuck. Just a little more. 

His orgasm punched out of him, fireworks exploding behind his eyes as waves of pleasure rolled over him, goosebumps erupting over his skin as he painted Nico’s lips and tongue with his cum. He continued to stroke himself until it grew painful. 

“Swallow,” he said, voice low. 

Nico obeyed, then opened his mouth to show Mal he’d complied. Mal shifted until he sat on Nico’s hips, noting the other boy was already half-hard again. When he cocked a knowing brow at him, Nico slapped his shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“I didn’t say anything,” he teased, voice far gentler than he had been. Nico rolled his eyes, laughing softly, blue eyes looking more denim than usual. “Are you alright, Fidget?” 

Mal leaned forward, kissing Nico’s sweaty forehead, his cheeks, his nose, then finally his lips. Nico’s smile faltered, his face suddenly uncertain. Mal’s stomach churned. He could read his friend’s mind better than his own. He could see the way he was playing every possible way this would destroy their friendship. 

Sex destroys relationships. Nico believed that with the same conviction as he had that the sky was blue and grass was green. 

Mal cupped his cheeks, forcing him to meet his gaze. His anxiety was palpable. “Hey, look at me.” Nico blinked hazy eyes at him, his rapid descent from his sub-space obvious in the way his lip immediately wobbled. 

Mal pressed his forehead to his. “Relax, baby. Nothing’s changed. We’re still us. Just because we played like that, doesn’t mean I think of you like that. It doesn’t mean you’re not my best friend. It doesn’t mean the end of our anime nights or movie nights or anything else we’ve done since we met. You know that, right?” 

Nico nodded, trying to force a smile onto his face. It rapidly crumpled as tears welled in his eyes then spilled down his cheeks and over Mal’s fingers. 

Nico’s skin grew pink as he tried to slap Mal’s hands away and push him off of him. “I’m fine. I’m fine,” he said, voice tight. “I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s stupid. It’s just sub-drop, you know? It’s nothing.” 

Mal’s heart twisted. He should have been more careful with him. Fuck. “It’s not nothing. Your feelings are not nothing. This is all my fault, Fidget. I pushed you too hard. It was super irresponsible of me.” 

Nico blinked, their mouths so close his whispered words puffed air against Mal’s lips. “But I liked it.” 

Mal smiled, “I liked it, too. I promise. So much. You were perfect. You are perfect. I’m going to get a washcloth and a snack for you and then we’ll watch Howl’s Moving Castle until we fall asleep, okay?” 

Nico was already shaking his head, clinging to Mal’s arm. “I don’t want you to leave.” 

There was so much more to unpack in that statement, far more than Mal simply leaving the room. He was sure that’s partially what Nico meant, but the desolation in his eyes when he looked at Mal told him everything he needed to know. Nico thought he’d blown up their whole friendship for an orgasm. He thought this was the day he pulled the pin from the grenade. They needed to talk this out, but not right now. Not when Nico was in sub-drop and Mal was too cum-drunk to think straight. 

Mal pressed a soft kiss to his lips then sat back up. “I’m just going to the kitchen. Sixty seconds, baby. Count them out. Out loud if you have to.” 

Nico released his arms and Mal crawled off the small bed, then stuffed his legs back into his underwear. He stopped at the bathroom just long enough to wet a washcloth, then hurried to the kitchen, grabbing the pineapple from the top shelf and two bottles of water.

He was back to their room with four seconds to spare. He flipped the light off, then helped Nico sit up, forcing him to drink both bottles of water, then grabbing the laptop. He set up the laptop between his knees, pulling up the movie and hitting play before he scooped Nico up and laid him sideways across his lap. Nico nestled as close as possible, pressing his cheek to Mal’s bare chest, eyes closed. 

As the movie played, Mal fed Nico the leftover pineapple, then set the container aside, squeezing him tight as he pretended to watch the movie. Mal kissed the top of Nico’s head, played with the curls at the nape of his neck, whispered to him that he was pretty and sexy and perfect. He told him he’d been so good for him, so sweet. That he’d made him feel so good. 

After a while, Mal closed the laptop and set it between the bed and the small table beside them, then manhandled Nico onto his back, rolling to his side and opening his arms. Nico hesitated for only a moment before slotting into his usual spot, tucking his face into Mal’s neck and breathing deep, opening his thighs so Mal could slide his knee between them. 

Mal was dozing when Nico whispered, “Promise me this didn’t change anything. Promise me sex with you won’t change us.” 

The way his voice shook broke Mal’s heart. Nobody knew how secretly soft Nico was, how vulnerable. How much his mother had fucked him up. The things she’d done to him all in the name of protecting him. 

“There’s no way, Fidget. You’re always going to be my person. Sex or no sex. I promise.” 

Mal could feel tears on his neck, but he ignored them, knowing that acknowledging them would only make Nico more self conscious. Mal already knew how this would go and he’d accepted it before he’d kissed him hours ago. 

Tomorrow Nico would wake up and pretend none of this had happened, that it was all some kind of wet dream. He’d go right back to their usual routine, calling Mal his platonic bestie, acting like he had no idea what Mal’s dick tasted like. He would be resolute in his determination that this would never happen again. 

Right up until the next time it happened again. 

And it would happen again…and again…and again. Nico was his. Just his. He was Nico’s, too. They were magnets. There was no way they could be this close and not touch each other, not now that they knew how perfectly their bodies worked together. 

And if Mal had to strip him bare and lay claim to every inch of his body that’s what he would do. He was going to have to peel back layers and layers of trauma to get Nico to believe that they truly were soulmates and that it wasn’t just some cute silly thing that told people. 

But Mal had time. He had his whole life. He hoped it wouldn’t take quite that long, but he was patient. Mal was great at playing the long game. Especially if the payoff was as sweet as his best friend. 

Nico now snored softly in his ear, his breaths syncing with his until they moved as one. He fell asleep with his lips pressed to Nico’s hair and a newfound determination to finally prove to him that they belonged together.