The Alchemist's Son - Ch. 11 - Ezra (Patreon)

Ezra lay on the bed in his underwear, a pillow wedged under his arms to prop him up as he quietly tracked his enemy through a desert wasteland. When Declan had said he was going to give Ezra a reward, he had anticipated something of a far more…sexual nature, but the Nintendo Switch in his hands was also a pleasant surprise.

Movies always made kidnapping seem either horrific or sexy. They never really talked about the downtime. Turns out captivity was boring when they weren’t fucking or breaking into places, and even breaking into places was starting to seem a little dull.

But the world still assumed Ezra had been kidnapped, so, for now, he wasn’t allowed to be walking around looking…well, unkidnapped. Maybe Declan had gotten tired of Ezra following him around or Salem had complained about his endless stream of questions. No matter the reason, Ezra had something new to play with so he wouldn’t complain. Well, not too much anyway.

He glanced up as the door to the room opened and closed, and Declan gave him a thorough once-over from the doorway before heading into the bathroom. Ezra thought about stopping his game but was quickly distracted by an unexpected fire fight.

He was so into his game, he didn’t even hear Declan return, only felt the bed dip and then the weight of him draped over his body. Ezra hit pause just as Declan’s teeth closed around his earlobe, biting hard enough to make him hiss.

Ezra shivered at the low rumble of Declan’s voice right in his ear. “I didn’t tell you to stop playing.”

“You’re distracting me,” Ezra murmured, tilting his head to the side to let Declan know he was perfectly okay with said distraction.

Declan’s hands tangled in Ezra’s hair, turning his head to seal their mouths together in a dirty kiss that was far too short for his liking. “Play your game.”

“I like this game better.” Ezra pouted.

Declan’s lips trailed along his cheek, back to his ear. “I didn’t ask what you liked. Do what you’re told.”

That shouldn’t have been sexy, right? Having someone completely disregard your wants for their own was supposed to be a red flag. Of course, Declan was a walking red flag in every sense of the word, and yet, when he ordered Ezra around, it just made his dick hard. He was sure it was all Abel’s fault.

Ezra canted his hips beneath Declan, whining when he felt the hard length of him against his ass. He yelped as teeth sank into his shoulder. “Now.”

It wasn’t a request. “O-kay…jeez,” Ezra muttered, hitting the button once more.

He did his best to concentrate as Declan sucked at the bite mark he left, then placed open-mouth kisses down his spine, stopping to drag his teeth along his ribs, then his hip.

“Fuck. I’m gonna die,” Ezra managed just as Declan sat back and hooked his thumbs in Ezra’s underwear.

“Ass up.”

Ezra did as he was told, doing his best to pay attention to the men running around on his screen. “Declan…”

He hissed as fire trailed across his skin in the form of Declan’s hand slapping his bare ass. “What did you call me?”

“Daddy?” Ezra said, wincing.

“That’s what I thought.”

Ezra moaned, his eyes closing as Declan gripped his ass firmly then spread him open. “Oh, fuck,” he managed, burying his face in the comforter. He could feel Declan’s breath on him, but each time he tried to push back to get him to touch him, Declan simply retreated.

His eyes popped open as the music from his game let him know he’d died.

Declan tsked. “You should learn better concentration.” He ran the flat of his tongue over Ezra’s hole. “Start a new game.”

Ezra gave a frustrated whine. “I’m a little preoccupied.”

Declan chuckled, then his mouth was on him once more, another tease. “Yeah, you can’t afford to let things distract you when we’re on a job.”

Ezra was so hard, he was throbbing. He wanted to rub himself against the mattress just for some friction, but Declan had him in a death grip, ass in the air. He just wanted to come, wanted Declan’s mouth or hands or cock. Something. Anything.

“What job?” he whined. “We’re in bed. Stop being such a tease. I thought I was getting a reward.”

Once more, that frustrating laugh. “The game was your reward. Consider this a…training exercise.”

With that, Declan buried his face, his tongue spearing against Ezra’s hole in a way that made his eyes cross. “Jesus.”

“Don’t bring him into this,” Declan said against his skin. “I don’t hear your game.”

Ezra groaned, forcing himself to focus on the screen still clenched in his hands. “I sincerely doubt this is a realistic workplace scenario,” Ezra managed as his game queued up once more. “But you’re the boss.”

“Mm, that’s what I like to hear,” Declan said, the vibrations of his words making goosebumps erupt along Ezra’s skin.

Declan let Ezra ride his tongue as he took a bullet, then another. He didn’t even care. His fingers moved over the controls, but he couldn’t have told a single person where he was or what his mission was either.

By the time Declan’s fist closed around his aching cock, his fingers were just mashing buttons, the game the soundtrack for Ezra’s impending orgasm. When the music alerted them both to Ezra’s death, Declan’s hand stopped. “Again.”

Ezra groaned. “Come on…”

Another sharp smack on his ass ripped a gasp from him. “Do as you’re told.”

Ezra whined but started over, now both grumpy and painfully horny. He didn’t even know where he was in the game or how he’d gotten there. Had he inadvertently saved the game at a new checkpoint? He made a sad noise as Declan temporarily disappeared, but it was quelled when his fist returned, slick with lube.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered as Declan worked him over with much more enthusiasm. The game was still playing, the sounds going, but Ezra’s eyes were closed as he fucked himself into Declan’s fist. He cried out as two fingers entered him without warning, but it only pushed him closer to the edge. Especially when Declan started curling those fingers in the most delicious way.

“Please, don’t stop. Please. Please. Please.”

“Please, who?” Declan teased, slowing the slide of his fingers.

“Please, Daddy. Please, Daddy. Please, Daddy,” Ezra chanted as he worked himself back on Declan’s hand.

Declan’s low laugh would have infuriated Ezra any other time but he was too far gone, his orgasm imminent. Then he was crying out, his release spilling onto the comforter below as Declan continued to milk every last drop from him.

Ezra dropped his head onto the bed, breathing hard. But then Declan was pushing him flat on the bed, on top of him once more, the blunt head of his cock pressed against Ezra’s hole. “I didn’t say you were done playing.”

Ezra whined. “Why am I being punished?”

“Orgasms are punishments now?” Declan asked. “Do you want me to show you the difference between a punishment and a reward?”

Yes. “No, Daddy.”

“Then you play your game and I’ll play mine.”

Ezra moaned loudly as Declan thrust into him, the sharp burn giving way to a feeling of fullness that stole his breath. He turned his game back on, forcing himself to concentrate as Declan’s hands gripped his hair and his breathing grew ragged in his ear.

“You’re always so tight. So hot inside. I’ve been thinking about burying myself inside you all fucking day, breeding you. Maybe I’ll keep you in bed all day, fill you up until it’s leaking out of you. Would you like that?”

Ezra could barely speak. “Yes, Daddy.”

Declan was pounding into him now, using him, his fingers twisting painfully in his hair. He couldn’t have played his game now even if he wanted to. There was no way to move. He was pinned down, held just where Declan wanted him. It was perfect. Declan was perfect. If Ezra could have somehow gotten hard again, the rough treatment would have done it for him. But he could only lie there, listening as Declan spoke the filthiest words in his ear before he emptied himself inside him.

Declan didn’t pull out immediately. He stayed where he was, his sweaty body holding Ezra hostage. He was happy to feel the heavy weight of the older man pressing him into the mattress. He found it weirdly soothing in a way he could never quite explain to another human.

“That was nice,” he mumbled, craning his head just enough to kiss Declan’s cheek.

“Oh, we’re not done yet, kid. I’m just catching my breath.”

“Oh.”

Declan laughed. “Yeah, oh.”

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“Please, Declan. I can’t do it again,” Ezra whined as Declan mouthed his way down his stomach. “There’s literally nothing left in me. You broke it. You broke me.”

Declan was suddenly hovering over him, eye to eye. “I think you’re being dramatic.”

Ezra whined. “If you touch my dick again, I swear it’s going to fall off.”

Ezra had never known it was possible to have too much of a good thing, but it most definitely was. After orgasm number four, he was ready for the hospital. His skin was raw, his nerves were shot, he hadn’t even known it was possible to get hard again as quickly as he had, again and again, but Declan seemed hellbent on making sure that Ezra broke some kind of record. But it wasn’t fun anymore.

Ezra had to do something or he really was going to sustain some kind of injury. Where the hell did Declan get all this stamina? Weren’t old guys supposed to, like, lose their sex drive as they aged?

He gazed up at him with his best puppy-dog stare. “Please, Daddy. I’m tired.”

Declan snorted, giving him a single raised brow that let Ezra know he was full of shit. But still, he said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay. You’re done for today.”

Ezra sagged back against the pillows in relief. His whole body hurt like he’d been in the gym for hours. Muscles he didn’t even know he had ached. Especially his ass. Declan had made good on his promise to fill him up. He felt wet and sticky and well-used. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so blissfully happy while simultaneously like he’d been in a minor car accident. It was a strange dichotomy but one he suspected he would have to get used to.

“You’re going to have to carry me to the bathroom,” Ezra said as Declan rolled off him and tugged him under his arm. “And wash me. And feed me. And put me to bed. I think it’s past my nap time.”

“Don’t I always take care of you?” Declan asked.

Ezra smiled. “Yes, Daddy.”

Declan did take care of him. He brought him food and made sure he stayed hydrated. He brought him treats and presents, too, like his new Switch. As far as daddies went, Ezra was pretty sure Declan was the best.

“But not yet.”

That was fine. Ezra’s legs were still shaking from the blow job he’d received. He wasn’t sure his legs would even hold him at this point. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve so many orgasms in one go. He also didn’t know if he should take it as a reward or torture.

“Was that a punishment?” Ezra finally asked.

Declan laughed. “If you have to ask, it wasn’t a punishment.”

“Oh,” Ezra said.

He supposed that made sense in a weird way. This was all so new to him. For as much as he’d fantasized about Declan and all the kinky fun they might one day have, he’d never really researched what that might entail. He didn’t know the rules. And there were rules in the kink world. So many of them. Whole websites dedicated to them, even. But Ezra had never been brave enough to look at them.

Maybe he should have. It might have made the process less strenuous for Declan. But that was Declan’s problem. If he wanted Ezra, he was going to have to be his Mr. Miyagi of the kink world.

Besides, he trusted Declan to show him the way more than some random website. He trusted that he knew better than to push Ezra past his comfort zone and that he would listen when Ezra had enough. Plus, he had the color system if he needed him to stop. Not that he’d ever asked him to stop. Not yet, anyway. Well, just now he had, but Declan said that wasn’t a punishment, so that didn’t count. Right?

Ezra smiled as he let himself imagine what kind of deviant things Declan might ask of him that would ever cause him to use a safe word. He winced as Declan flicked his forehead. “What are you thinking about, weirdo? You have a dirty little smirk on your face.”

Ezra rubbed the spot, glaring at him. “I wasn’t thinking about anything. That hurt, jerkface.”

“Daddy jerkface to you, and you’re definitely lying. What dirty little thing were you thinking about that you don’t want to own up to? Huh? Huh?” He dug his fingers into Ezra’s ribs until he was howling with laughter.

“Stop. Stop. Stop. I can’t breathe.”

Finally, Declan stopped tickling him, letting him curl back up against him.

“For the record, I’m usually thinking about something dirty. But you’ve exhausted me beyond all rational thought.” Ezra tapped his forehead. “There’s nothing in my head but a cartoon cat chasing a little mouse around and around.”

Declan snorted once more. “Yeah, you’re cum-drunk.”

Ezra waved a hand. “It’s your own fault, buddy.”

Declan smirked at him. “Buddy?”

“Pal?” Ezra tried.

“Please, just stop,” Declan begged.

Ezra would not stop. “Bucko? Chum? Compatriot?”

Before Declan could say anything more, there was a sharp knock on the door. Ezra looked down at their naked bodies then at Declan, who shook his head. “They won’t come in without asking.” He raised his voice to shout, “Go away.”

There was a moment of silence, then Salem’s hesitant voice. “Boss, you are definitely gonna want to hear this.”

“I can hear it in an hour,” Declan countered.

Rune’s muffled voice came next. “It’s important.”

“Are they all out there?” Ezra whispered.

What could be so important that they all decided to take a trip to Declan’s room together? Especially knowing he was in here alone with Ezra? They all knew what it meant, even if nobody had ever explicitly had the balls to state what it meant. If Ezra and Declan were alone in the room together, they were likely naked.

“I’m sure you think so,” Declan shouted, growing increasingly grumpier the longer the conversation lasted. “I’m busy. W-We’re busy.”

“I may have found Abel,” Salem called.

Ezra and Declan looked at each other. Declan yanked the comforter up over the two of them. “Come in.”

Ezra expected Salem and Rune. He did not expect Coven and Olivander, too. The four of them stood piled in the doorway smirking at Ezra snuggled up under Declan’s arm.

“Before any of you make even one smartass comment, I will remind you that you work for me,” Declan said. “And I can afford to lose one or two of you and still do what I do.”

“Smartass comment about what?” Rune asked, batting her lashes as she stared pointedly at Ezra.

“Yeah, what could we possibly have to say about you cuddling the son of your mortal enemy?” Olivander said.

“He’s my mortal enemy, too,” Ezra reminded them sulkily.

Why did everyone seem to forget that? Nobody had a right to hate Abel more than him. Like, sure, he’d stolen forty million dollars from them but he’d ruined Ezra’s life. He’d made him a target of multiple kidnapping attempts, some of which were successful. Nobody hated his father more than he did. Nobody.

“What did you find?” Declan asked. “It better be mind-blowing.”

“So, remember how Miles said that Abel had called him to ask if he’d seen or heard from Ezra?” Salem asked.

Declan sat up a bit more, taking Ezra with him. “Yeah?”

“Well, it got me thinking, if Miles knew the date or time, maybe we’d have a number to whatever burner phone he was using and maybe we could triangulate a location based on that.”

“Cell phones don’t work on open water. So even if Abel had used his burner phone, it’s unlikely he’s still at that same port, no?” Declan asked.

“Either way, it would at least have given us a jumping off point. A place to start looking. Miles couldn’t remember the date, but it turns out, it doesn’t even matter. Because it was far easier to track than I thought.”

“You found his burner phone?” Declan asked impatiently.

Salem gave him a shit-eating grin. “Nope.”

“I hope that’s not the end of this story or I’m going to kick your ass,” Declan promised.

“It’s not. It wasn’t a burner phone,” he said excitedly. “It was a motherfucking satellite phone.”

“And that’s important why?” Ezra asked, confused.

Salem grinned. “Satellite phones are easily traceable right down to a pinpoint location on the map.”

“Why would Abel be that stupid?” Ezra asked.

Olivander shrugged. “He’s on a boat. Options for communication are limited. He likely didn’t think we’d have any reason to talk to Miles, so there was little chance we’d back-trace the call. But we did, and now, we have a last known location. We can find him.”

Ezra frowned. “Okay, but just because he was there doesn’t mean he’s still there, right? He’s literally a moving target. How do we know he’s still there?”

Salem grinned. “You just leave that to me.”