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To Aiden, it was all about the hunt. While he was not the most patient of the Cats, there was still a deep, almost sadistic thrill to the wait . Especially when the prize was as delicious as what he could earn if he made the right choices.
It was just a good, old-fashioned game of Cat and Mouse, after all. And, well… being the Cat , it made sense he should win easily. And while Aiden liked to claim he was much more honest than most others in his school, there was a little cheating aspect to this particular game that he adored. That fact was that this time, the Mouse was left blissfully unaware of the game as a whole. The precious, naughty little mouse had no idea Aiden was simply biding his time.
Although, it was not as if this Mouse should not have seen something coming. No, the first time Aiden had been dragged out of the inn by his hair only to get bitched, he had threatened more than simple revenge afterwards. But his Mouse expected retaliation in the next town. Aiden played into that sense of security.
He had been preemptively jumped by his Mouse, dragged back into yet another alley for a treat . Alleys appeared to be becoming a routine spot for them, so much that Aiden’s cursedly foul brain almost got giddy whenever he saw a dark, muddy backway stacked with old crates. It was twisted, really, but he had never claimed to be a saint.
That time, however, Aiden had fought, playing into the struggle just enough to satiate the mood. But then the draw was called, and the game moved on. And it kept moving like a slinking shadow in the wake of Aiden’s smirk, from town to town, duchy to duchy, contract to contract. The patience was so ingrained, the waiting so routine, that the chance to act snuck up on Aiden itself.
A human contract had isolated him for a month, careful trailing and tracking and a final kill that was more than worth the coin for the sod the Cat had offed. Damn his bleeding heart for taking real cases with real monsters in human flesh, rather than whatever claimed the highest pay like his siblings did. But Aiden had changed in previous years, and it was a process he found he could not stop. And even now, despite how quickly he wanted to rush West to the scheduled ‘run-in’ with a particular Wolf, he found himself changing with an immense degree of control.
As much as Aiden wanted a cock up his ass, what he wanted most of all this time was his Mouse - Wolf’s - guard down. Aiden wanted Lambert eager to see him, and - most importantly - he wanted Lambert to be fooled to think he would be horny enough to forsake revenge just a little longer for that particular fuck. True to his school, Aiden was… a bit of a whore. Higher emotional and chemical response for the Cats meant higher libido, and Aiden held no shame in treating himself to that. Usually that resulted in Aiden practically yowling for Lambert to fuck him when it had been too long, and truth be told… Aiden was not sure if he could carry out his original plan for that very matter. Because he did want that delicious, fat, long and thick cock up his ass while Lambert cussed in his ear a string of husky words Aiden knew translated to Welcome back, love.
However, the decision appeared to make itself for him when he found Lambert next. Weeks of tracking and searching brought him to his Wolf, yes, but also to a frankly bizarre sight. It was something very rare for any Witcher to see, let alone one as brash as the red-haired Wolf or as notorious as the sly-eyed Cat. But this town appeared to not just be giving a warm welcome to their savior (Lambert, that was - Aiden had stumbled in looking like he’d just come out the gutter with the way the travel had worn the supple black leather of his armor down), but a hero’s welcome . Aiden’s attention pricked up the second he heard a pair of women by the village’s main gate gossiping about the handsome monster hunter that had rode in like the wind at dawn with his proof of kill. It took less than five minutes for Aiden to piece together the whole story from what snatches of conversation he heard floating in the street; the entire town was in the middle of a huge celebration in Lambert’s honor. As if the prick needed more of an ego boost, Aiden thought sourly.
Aiden persevered pushing through the clusters and crowds of chattering and hawking villagers, the weary ache in his bones making him more and more eager to find his Wolf, take whatever room he had been given for the night and pass the fuck out . Sex was hardly even on the Cat’s mind. That was, until he entered the tavern. Of course, the fucking tavern.
Lambert was not in the far corner like Witchers and shady folk often tucked themselves into. He was at the long table in the center, where the real festivities usually took place, surrounded by men and women. Four men, hulking in size and strength - likely the named defenders of the town before Lambert had come through - were pressed close to the red-haired Witcher, practically spilling ale everywhere as they regaled the room with tales of their own grand adventures between Lambert’s own.
And then there was the strumpet. There was always another strumpet. Why the fuck couldn’t Lambert just know he was Aiden’s and wait? Everyone else in the tavern was well on their way to being shitfaced, too preoccupied to notice Aiden slipping silently through the crowd, in and out of shadows like a panther stalking its prey. He was certain Lambert knew the second he had entered the room, though. Aiden was certain Lambert could smell his jealousy.
‘You smell like cayenne when you’re jealous. Burns the back of my fucking throat.’ Lambert had snarled in Aiden’s ear once upon an alley sex scene. Before thrusting so hard up into him that Aiden saw stars. Aiden hoped his mouth was fucking watering right about now.
Because that strumpet was not just hanging off of Lambert. No. She was actually, physically, in Lambert’s lap. Her skinny arms wrapped around his neck, ass right over his crotch, laughing hysterically at a joke the Wolf had told Aiden five million times about a fucking harpy hunt . A joke which had never been funny in the first place. One languid, practiced roll of her beautiful hips had Aiden ready to start a fight. A singular deep breath calmed him just enough to choose a different route of action than just throwing her off him.
Aiden left the shadows, approaching like a coming storm - too elegant for anyone to care, but threatening enough that Lambert could feel the boils of thunder threatening behind his posture. Lambert’s eyes met Aiden’s, and the foully attractive glint in them was all the telling the Cat needed: he knew Aiden was pissed and just waiting for the right moment. Which came when the woman was being delivered a drink. And no one had ever said that Aiden couldn’t be catty and downright bitchy, right?
With a bump of his hip that had a pickpocket’s ease, Aiden ‘accidentally’ bumped into the poor barkeep delivering the drink, spilling the deep burgundy liquid right in the woman’s lap. Without even getting a drop on Lambert, Aiden silently congratulated himself. The strumpet got up in an instant with a surprised squeal, her pretty lips shaping into a gasp as her smoky eyes fell on Aiden beside her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling, it was an accident!” Aiden mentally hissed at his own coy tone. It was hardly an accident, but decades of Cat School acting really paid off when Aiden was feeling like a bitch . “Goodness, you had better get some water on that before it stains, huh?”
No sooner than the strumpet had stepped away from Lambert than Aiden had clambered right into the Wolf’s lap for his own. He could feel the girl’s glare on the back of his head - unfortunately for her, however, she had no idea just how dirty Aiden would fight for his Wolf. And admittedly, Aiden thought he had shown excellent restraint just now; she wasn’t dead, right?
The men around Lambert chortled at the cheeky ‘cat fight,’ but all Aiden could focus on was the smug way Lambert was smirking at him. Not even a ‘hello,’ perfectly comfortable to let this little show unfold before him. Oh, yeah, this celebration had concocted a particularly arrogant Lambert for him tonight, hadn’t it? Aiden’s smile was all teeth and no mirth, a fierce little thing for only his Wolf to see before it slipped right back to that saccharine, fake sweetness and naivety. He played right into a sideways comment that Lambert was getting all the good pussy tonight, huh Witcher? by getting nice and comfortable in that strong lap, tossing his shoulder-length, wavy black hair over his shoulder. Showing off his own prettiness for the crowd.
Aiden laughed pleasantly at the stranger’s joking as he ran a calloused hand up Lambert’s chest, feeling along those plush and rippling muscles, squeezing a pec experimentally as if he hadn’t fucked Lambert’s tits and come on his face more than once before. “What can I say?” Aiden’s voice sounded fake even to himself, but not one of the drunkards took notice. Nothing but Lambert’s challenging quirk of a brow. “When I see a big, strong, handsome fella like this… how can I resist?” That other wandering hand wrapped around the back of Lambert’s neck, pulling the Wolf’s head close to Aiden’s. He did not care to muffle his voice at all. Aiden wanted the men to hear every word. “Miss me, baby? ” He purred.
And just to add poison to potion, not a second did Aiden’s eyes lift from those plush lips. Clever fingers massaged at Lambert’s muscles, until finally Aiden looked up through his elegant, dark lashes. Lambert’s nostrils flared and his eyes dilated just so . Bingo . “I heard you’re the big, strong hero of the town now, huh? See you’re being given quite the hero’s welcome. Why don’t we go somewhere else, baby ? So I can give you…” Aiden paused to kiss breathily against the pulse point on Lambert’s neck. A spot he knew made his baby wolf’s toes curl inside his newly shined boots, “... my own hero’s welcome. ” Wolf whistles rang out from across the table. It wasn’t anything special - nothing more than what a common whore would say to seduce a high-profile client. “Come on baby, I’m horny .”
The men beside and across the table from them openly guffawed at Aiden’s behavior, but the Cat hardly batted an eye. That meant it was working . “Bitches, right?” A pot-bellied man with a scar on his chin and drunken-pink cheeks slapped Lambert on the shoulder. The Wolf smirked back at the acquaintance.
As that smirk grew, however, so did the scent of cayenne. Sharp, savory, but burning. Aiden’s blood boiled the second Lambert’s eyes were off him. And a new scent tiptoed its way to mingle in the air. One that indicated something far more dangerous. Satsuma mandarin. The scent of a conniving cat. And paired with the cayenne pepper? A mouthwatering, spicy sweet combo.
Aiden could not tell the shift in scent for himself, but Lambert had described it to him once. Under the guise of a sharp cuss and a slap to his ass. However, he knew well enough that any shift in his emotion would trigger something for that sniffer. And Aiden was trained in watching body language - made it easy to carry out jobs. With Lambert, he had seen the light sheen of sweat break out on the hairline of that glorious red mane, heard the low growl that picked up in his Wolf’s throat the second Aiden began stalking towards him. The food was hot, the drinks were cold, and Aiden knew Lambert was more than delighted to have a curvy ass in his lap - especially when that ass came with a catfight, and downright possessiveness. Sometimes the Wolf liked a stroke to his ego even more than his cock. Of which, tonight, Aiden intended to do both. With a twist, of course.
“Hey, sweet thing.” Lambert’s voice came out low, rich and just that edge of a sultry snarl that made Aiden squirm. The tone was sexy, mocking, and enough to egg Aiden on regardless of what his intent was.
And that voice was met with zero resistance. If anything, Aiden preened under the attention of the sweet thing remark like a goddamned professional . It was all part of showing Lambert just how badly he wanted him. A lure, and then a strike.
The purr that built in Aiden’s chest was soft, inaudible over the sounds of the tavern, the men hooting and hollering beside him as Aiden pressed closer, closer . Each leg went to either side of the Wolf’s hips to firmly plant himself in Lambert’s lap. So Lambert could feel that purr, a subtle hum, a delicate but promising vibration against his chest.
“If you don’t want him, Witcher,” suddenly one of Lambert’s latest ‘friends’ crouched down behind Lambert and said to his ear, “ I’ll take him off your hands.” The man stood, eyes practically latched in a leer towards Aiden’s ass. Hungry, but drunk. Harmless. Especially from the way Aiden felt Lambert’s muscles flex under his clothing. Ready, defensive, bristled. All for Aiden . Aiden smirked widely, easily. Humiliation, Lambert didn’t do too well with, but if anyone was the butt of the joke here, it was Aiden. And he could hardly care less.
To make a point, Aiden kissed sloppily up the side of Lambert’s face. More tongue than lips, lapping at that thin sheen of sweat. What might look like bitch tactics to the men around them quietly, subtly soothed that tension under Lambert’s skin, and Aiden’s purr resumed. “ Baby ,” he whined, digging those sharp nails into Lambert’s strong shoulders where his hands rested. Simple, tiny, subtly pinpricks of pain to urge his dense, darling Wolf to get a fucking move on . “C’mon. Wanna get outta here. S’been too long.”
And it seemed those pinpricks did the trick. Lambert snarled in Aiden’s ear as in a flurry of motion, he wrapped one strong arm tight around Aiden’s waist. Aiden did not miss how that hand landed to squeeze his ass, either. Perfect . Lambert stood up, the light of the tavern catching on the flash of his smirk, all teeth and fangs. Showing off those delicious, wolfish canines and how he could carry Aiden with just one arm .
“Well, come on then, kitten.” He spoke only to Aiden, the glint of those golden eyes sharp and fierce. Using that special pet name between them in public to really get both of them going, if Aiden’s squirm against a mysteriously stiffening bulge in Lambert’s pants was anything to go by. Lambert clearly knew what he was doing, too, because he calmly jostled his hip to shift Aiden off his dick onto his thigh, and nodded with a chuckle to his new friends. “Mates, if you’ll excuse me.” A sentiment met with hoots and hollers.
Aiden could not even be irritated by the crude comments tossed his way - if anything, he was the cat that got the cream. Those purrs picked back up the moment Lambert’s strong arms were around him, the moment gravity swooped when Lambert hoisted him up a little more and began striding confidently out of the tavern. Oh, his Wolf was just showing off as hard as Aiden had played this up.
No more than a moment had passed when Lambert’s feet crossed the threshold from the tavern to the alleyway had Aiden caught those smirking lips in a rough kiss. Both hands flew to the sides of Lambert’s head, fisting and scritching in those red curls just as burly as the man they belonged to. And oh, even reeking of ale, how Aiden had missed the taste of this mouth. Lambert’s resounding grunt agreed without a question, the door shutting behind him with a creak and thunk . The inn was only steps away, yet Lambert seemed to decide that the alleyway would do.
The kiss had more tongue than anything. Just how Aiden liked it. At least, before those Wolf fangs got involved. Those fangs that made his eyes roll back and soul pound from his chest with each rush of blood sounding in his ears. Instead of taking control, Aiden waited for those mutated teeth. He waited for the prick of pain. Legs wrapped around Lambert’s hips, he made the most of the position to spur on the action; grinding and groaning, Aiden panted into Lambert’s mouth, bit at his lips, “Wolf, c’mon. C’mon.”
Aiden felt Lambert’s growl more than heard it as it built and built in the back of his Wolf’s throat. The command had gotten to him, hadn’t it? Aiden grinned, licking at Lambert’s lips only to have his tongue nipped at, a graze of teeth hard enough to hurt but just how he liked it. The firm, calloused hands on his ass flexed their fingers and gripped him more tightly. The desperation in Lambert’s action and his voice were only just brought together when he gasped breathlessly, “Melitele’s tits … Fuckin’ hell , baby.”
Aiden was playing him like a fiddle, and he hardly even knew it. The Cat almost laughed out loud with euphoria when his back finally collided against a cold stone wall.
Lambert’s mouth on his, hands all over Lambert’s skin as they shucked the Wolf’s shirt out of his belt and slipped underneath, fingernails dragging down Lambert’s back as he clawed closer. It was heaven. Aiden loved sex with Lambert. “ Fu-uuck yeah, Lamb.” Silently, Aiden’s boots touched the ground under the guise of wanting to get closer, be closer.
Closer, closer. Aiden sealed every inch of himself against Lambert. Every press of leather, itch of cloth and skin, he felt it. Their hips rolled together like a coming tide. Aiden bit and licked into their kiss only to be growled at and receive the same treatment. And then creeping like a thief, one of Aiden’s clever hands tiptoed out from Lambert’s shirt and wound its way up to the back of his head. Scarred fingers tangled in the short hairs at the back of Lambert’s neck. Lambert growled, but Aiden knew the distinctions of the tones like he knew the pitches of bird cries. Approval.
His fingers rest there comfortably. He gave as good as he got, allowing his darling Wolf to get nice and comfortable. Submitting, opening his mouth and going pliant under each touch and tug.
And with a twist as efficient as a knife, the Cat forced his lover’s head back , exposing the long, perfect line of that strong throat. He didn’t hesitate a moment before biting against his neck, sucking a dark, nasty hickey right beneath Lambert’s ear. The skin of Lambert’s neck began to vibrate, a fierce growl building up at the sudden shift in mood. And Cat Witchers tended to be more agile than they were strong. Their pairing balanced quite nicely for it; Lambert had the brute strength of the Wolves, Aiden the agility and stealth of the Cats. So, it was easy to forget that Aiden was also one of the strongest of his school. Aiden put all his strength into pressing back against Lambert, forcing their feet to shuffle and kick up dirt until his Wolf was pinned to the opposite wall. The hand so deftly coiled in Lambert’s hair at the base of his skull held tight, pulled back to expose that vulnerable throat.
Low and dangerous, Aiden hissed , “Did you think I was just going to let you act like a fucking whore, Wolf?” In fact, everything about the way Aiden prowled forward into Lambert’s space, practically throwing him to the wall and snarling in his face, was dangerous. “ When are you going to realize, puppy dog, that you’re mine ?”
Lambert’s expression was bewildered, but that fire in his amber eyes had a long way to sizzle before it died out. Oh, he never caught on until he was fucked , did he? “Kitten.” Lambert tried, daringly, warningly - just before Aiden yanked on his hair and made him whimper . A high puppy whine, just like the Cat guessed. A yelp, “Aiden!”
“Got something to say for yourself?” Aiden shook his fist a little, making Lambert’s head bobble, those pretty curls loosening and getting in his face. Lambert snarled and tossed his head, trying to get free.
Well… kindof trying. Because he was horny. Really horny, if the ache in his trousers and press of his hard erection wasn’t enough to go by. “Never made me whorin’ a rule , baby.” The words bit with snark and playful sass. Of course. Because Lambert would never know what that word - mine - meant. Or what Aiden wished it would mean. And that was how they always wound up here, fighting like hell till someone got their ass stuffed and sour lips kissed.
Lambert did all the work for the both of them when each attempt to free himself just pulled at his own hair. Because Aiden’s grip wasn’t moving, and wasn’t letting up. Aiden pressed his lips against the shell of Lambert’s ear so each word was a brush of chapped lips and the hum of a purr to his lover’s skin. “Oh, is that how it’s going to be, Lamby?” He was certain the Wolf could feel the painfully smug grin against his ear. The burning spice of cayenne in the air was swiftly being overtaken by the bittersweetness of mandarin. “It may not have been a rule , baby, but are you really about to imply that for the last couple towns you haven’t been tryna make me jealous? Admit it. You want to get me all worked up.”
Lambert growled, and to his own credit, managed to still for a moment. “Don’t flatter yourself, pussycat.”
Oh, did Aiden hate that nickname. His next words came out fiercer. “ Not those other whores. Me . You wanted to get me all worked up. Because you’re mine .” The next tug pulled Lambert’s head to the other side, Aiden’s bitter laughter at Lambert’s expense. That feral glint of teeth from his grin held just that extra spike of sensuality he knew Lambert went wild for. “Well, you’ve got me worked up all right. I’ll give ya that, Wolf.”
Whatever snide remark Lambert had been about to make was stolen from his lips the second Aiden’s free hand slipped right past his waistband and into those trousers. Aiden couldn’t help but silently congratulate himself on being able to so effectively steal Lambert’s snark and sass for the night. Again and again it seemed to work. And the gasp Lambert sucked in through his teeth when Aiden gave his cock a rough, dry stroke with the threat for more was particularly beautiful. Lambert’s brows furrowed, caught between the discomfort and the pleasure of getting some stimulation.
“Gonna be my bitch tonight?” Aiden’s voice softened coyly, taunting. That hand stilled but kept Lambert’s length in its hold while the Cat rutted his hips lazily against Lambert’s thigh. With a shift of angle, the slow start of his grind allowed for Aiden’s own erection to drag against the base of the Wolf’s shaft and balls as much as possible. And then up further, which only served to jostle that dry grip. “ Mine .” Every word said was acid, on a snarl between bare teeth. But oh, how he wished that would be true.
Lambert’s own grunts came almost broken off at the rough drags of that dry hand. He had memorized every callous on that palm, on those fingers. And yet, he still arched up needily into those strokes and grinds as if they were something new, undiscovered, something he was desperate to find. But with the rise of his desperation, the low growl building in Lambert’s throat increased to a fierce volume at his lover's taunts, teases and threats.
“Ain’t yours .” Lambert snarled. Always looking for a way to fight and deny. “Don’t fucking own me, I’ve got you- fuck you - ah!” The protests cut off in an abrupt whine as Aiden tightened his grip back in that pretty hair, shaking a little and effectively scruffing his Wolf once more. Aiden knew that particular bitter tint to Lambert’s tone - not only denying what he said, but doubting it all together. Aiden snarled in return.
His grip was punishing, pulling Lambert close by the scruff. Knowing even a fraction of what was going on in his Wolf’s mind, denouncing those claims on him, that didn’t quite sit right with Aiden. He did not truly believe he owned Lambert, of course not - the man was as free as a swallow flying South. However, when it came to how Aiden felt for Lambert, especially when the sexual dynamic was as intense as it was in this musty, dim, dank alleyway, well… he needed his Wolf to understand how much Aiden cared . Wanted him.
“ Mine .” This time when Aiden said it, the word was breathy and whispered like a secret. The stare he gave Lambert was directly challenging. Aiden only broke contact to take a brief glance around their surroundings; but, he didn’t take his eyes off Lambert for long. His dog was a naughty brat. No, quickly, he just needed to find… “Aha!” Perfect.
Aiden manhandled Lambert’s limbs, yanked his hair until he could force him further down the alley to where a stack of large supply boxes for the tavern were stacked against the nearest wall to the backdoor. Lambert spit and cussed all he wanted, but Aiden smirked at the way the Wolf’s feet obviously willingly followed. The boxes were a little dirty and damp from the recent rains, but they had done far more on far worse. An easy kick to Lambert’s boot was all it took for Aiden to get Lambert face down on the box, muffling whatever his next bitchy remark was going to be as he pushed against the back of his head.
“ Shut up . Right now, I own you, you fuckin’ whore.” Lambert let out a low groan at Aiden’s words. Oh, yeah. He always loved a good bit of degradation when he knew he’d been a brat. No other time, though, Aiden knew that by heart. “Always trying to get your dick wet everywhere we go. Fuck off with that bullshit. You’re mine, and there’s nothin’ you can do about it.”
“Would it be less fun for ya if I didn’t want to do anythin’ about it?” Lambert managed to laugh out, his cackle coming on a wheeze from the pressure of his chest on the box. Always ready to bite back and rile Aiden up even further. Always ready to play brat .
Aiden didn’t give him the grace of a verbal response back. No egging the brat. Instead, he clawed at the buckle to Lambert’s belt, untying it without even looking (many nights of experience taught him just how Lambert knotted the supple leather). In one swift motion, Lambert’s pants were bunched about his knees, making him grunt and shiver as his bare ass was exposed to the brisk night air. Aiden sucked his fingers into his mouth, wetting them gracelessly while the hand that scruffed Lambert and refused to let his Wolf even look at him stayed exactly where it was.
Oh, revenge was sweet. Aiden held no pity for Lambert when he shoved his first finger three knuckles deep into Lambert’s ass in one motion. Just some time prior, it had been him in the other Witcher’s position, face down on a bag of potatoes with a cock up his ass while he yowled bloody murder and got his brains entirely fucked out. If anything, Aiden just snickered, not wasting any time crooking the pad of that first finger against Lambert’s prostate either. Absolutely unforgiving.
Lambert jolted at the electric spike of heat that singed through his body from Aiden’s glares, his words. Mine, mine, mine all echoed in his head, all from getting dragged down the alley to the pressure in his asshole now. It was unbearably hot, ticking all his boxes as if that bastard Cat made the damn list . Fuck, oh fuck , Lambert was getting bitched, and fast . “If- if m’yours, why don’t you fucking stick around then, huh Kitten?” In a desperate attempt to regain a bit of coherency before all went to shite, Lambert pulled out a deep reservation. “Lettin’ me run loose ‘cause- hannnhh, fuck!!-” A particularly solid rub at his prostate had Lambert spasming, his boots sliding without purchase in the mud till he sank to his knees, folded over the box. “You- You- hahhh- you think it’s cute to- to- fuck off in the middle of the night? Jus’- playin’ tough and mysterious, you fucking cheat!!”
By this point, Aiden prided himself on the fact that he was the closest thing to an expert on ‘emotionally stunted Wolf Witchers.’ Moreover, he knew his emotionally stunted Wolf Witcher, and definitely did not trust this spike of insecurity, especially not when tied with this type of sexual dynamic. Lambert needed stability. Aiden thought back to the first winter Lambert had missed the path. Ah, fuck.
“Awww, see, you do miss me,” Aiden cooed in the same tone as his typical, fond teasing that his Wolf usually pushed back against. Not showing pity, not making Lambert uncomfortable with attention or ill feeling. Maintaining normalcy. The reassurance would come later. “Think I’m playin’, Lamby? Think I’m a cheat? Think I just leave you for shits n’ giggles?” Even before he’d concocted this plan of revenge - hell, even before the original alleyway fucking that had caused Aiden to want to get revenge in the first place - that human contract had been lined up. “Can’t cancel on a client, sweetheart. But you don’t wanna hear that either, do ya? Damn Wolves, always so high and mighty, opposed to a lil human bloodshed for solid pay. Doesn’t matter if the human’s more of a monster than half the contracts we go on together. Which, this target was , for your information. Nosey brat .”
Brat , punctuated by a slap on that pert, freckled ass. Because Aiden had only been taking contracts for some of the worst types of humans thanks to his own bleeding heart and its damn weakness for Lambert. That bastard . “It’s hardly cheating, Lamby,” he continued, “n’I hardly leave without making sure you’ll be all nice and marked up til I return. Why the fuck do ya think I rub my cheeks against you, dumbass? For fun ? It’s a Cat thing, as you like to point out. Think I bite you up ‘cause I want to eat you or somethin’? No. ‘Cause you’re fuckin’ mine .” Aiden was snarling and raising his voice, each rhetorical punctuated with a shake by the scruff. He wasn’t actually upset, of course, not at all. In fact, he was more than pleased, just happily playing into his Wolf’s possessive tendencies.
There was truth to it, though. The cheek rubs gave off a special pheromone the other Cat Witchers would pick up on if any tried to come onto his person. Part of the mutations, a stupid one but one nonetheless. Unfortunately, though, Lambert then scampered off to humans who couldn’t smell shit in comparison.
Lambert whined and growled, snapping his teeth in reply until Aiden shoved his head down once more. “Shut the fuck up , bitch.” Aiden cussed again, almost sputtering a laugh at the groan Lambert let out in response. “ Unless , of course, you want the entire tavern to know who’s bitching who right now? I did a good job, didn’t I? Acting it up to make sure everyone thought I was the bitch? You gonna let the cat outta the bag, Lamby?” Aiden remembered then to move his fingers, spitting on Lambert’s hole before slipping in a second to start stretching that tight ring of muscle.
“ Fuck …” Lambert whined, squirming under all that touch. He had so much to say, Aiden knew it. But a lot of emotion always came up and swirled around in that beautiful head when Lambert subbed. Fucking hell, sometimes it got extreme. Aiden had spent quite some time perfecting the balance. Well… trying to. Lambert was an open book, but an open book in a language Aiden was not entirely fluent in just yet. Everyday he learned something new, and it was beautiful. Feeling sappy even now three fingers deep in his lover’s asshole. Aiden wouldn’t change a thing.
Once Aiden got to rubbing at Lambert’s prostate regularly, Lambert got into shivering and shaking from the waist down. His words began to slur, cusses turning into babbles before soon enough he was just grunting and pushing back needily on those digits. Aiden’s cheeks hurt from grinning so much. “Guess you’re gonna be quiet for me, huh? Good boy .”
Lambert just moaned at his favorite nickname. Fuck, Aiden wanted to fuck this man silly.
Aiden rucked Lambert’s shirt up with the hand that had previously been scruffing him by the neck. Stooping down, he began pressing gentle kisses against his lover’s skin, the tenderness of each touch a horrible mismatch to the rough, fast way he was finger-fucking Lambert’s hole. Slow and gentle, pulling at the skin with soft, long bouts of suction, making love bites to counteract the fingering.
Three fingers was always enough with a little scissoring. “That’s it. Take it.” Aiden encouraged his Lamby each time the redhead pushed back needily on his fingers, his groans getting raspier and more desperate. “ Love the way you start babbling like a bitch in heat. Super hot. Then you get quiet . Just as pretty.” The Cat did his best to throw Lambert a wink, but he doubted he’d see it before Aiden dove back in. By the end of this, that whole tavern would know who was really the bitch here.
Lambert grunted and tried to fight the way his voice came out hoarse and choked, even on the meagerest “ fuck you .” He shook, waves of trembles that cascaded from his strong, tense core to his tingling limbs. Aiden knew how to play him like a lute, and Lambert loved how much he hated it, and hated how much he loved it. The pace at which he fucked himself back on those dexterous fingers steadily got more and more erratic, just a constant pressure and roll to his movements like water gurgling over rocks in a creek. Natural but uncoordinated all the same. Like a good bitch, giving it up for his lover and even doing most of the work.
Aiden did love a man with a good bite, even if the bite had been all but muzzled at this point. And even still, even getting what he wanted, Aiden couldn’t help but continue to taunt him, poke and prod a bit to see if Lambert would at least try to nip again. “Now, now, that’s not very nice, Lamby.” His tone was mocking, too-smug. It made Lambert squirm . “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s fucking impolite to curse? ‘Sides. Not very accurate either. If anyone is doing the fucking tonight, it’s me.”
Lambert got no say in their new position, just letting out another low growl when Aiden lifted him off the boxes, gripping the back collar of his shirt tight . He tugged back enough to choke his Wolf till he was back on two feet. And as soon as he’d landed on them, he was off them a moment later. Aiden swooped Lambert up in his arms, arms under his knees, and pressed him back to the wall. Pinned between the wall and his torso, Aiden took one hand and managed to shuck his own pants down enough to line his achingly hard cock up with Lambert’s tight hole. “Want it? Ask .”
“Fuck- fuck - Aiden- you know I ain’t gonna say-” Lambert started, then made an awful sputtering noise when Aiden nudged his hips just barely forward enough for the head of his cock to sink past that ring of muscle. “Oh, shit - yeah- yeah, yeah, yeah-”
“Uh-huh, that’s right,” Aiden murmured at the same time, the wheeze he made as Lambert’s ass gripped his cock too high and whiny for his words to be as strict as he’d like them to be. It had been awhile, okay? The muscles in those strong arms flexed as they clung tight to Lambert’s perky ass to hold him up. “Wanted to- to see your pretty face. Don’t want your voice muffled by anything, either.” His wink was sickeningly salacious, the same he gave when flirting for coin or to really piss Lambert off.
Lambert continued to breathe heavily, pinched hisses through his grit teeth as Aiden pushed deeper and deeper inside him. Whenever Aiden decided to show off his impressive strength despite his lithe build, Lambert always felt a little part of his brain stop working. Sweat pooled in the dip of his lower back, his eyes dilated with need, and the feeling of that cock pressed into him made him toss his head back in a thunk against the wall. “F- fahhh … fuck you…” His moan came as a grunt when he felt the coiled hairs at the base of Aiden’s cock press against his asscheeks. The pressure made his toes curl and almost involuntarily, Lambert rolled his hips to get any last length inside.
Oh, and the downside to having a beautiful head of ginger curls? If anyone walked past this alley, they would recognize their town savior immediately . Lambert gasped and panted heavily when Aiden pulled out just an inch before grinding deep back in.
“Oh, no, no, Lamby. Fuck you .” Aiden’s feral grin promised nothing good in store. Well, a good fuck was in store, but he had absolutely no plans to go easy on his lover this time around. He couldn’t smell it himself, but he was sure the tangy scent of mandarin was rich in the close space between their bodies.
If Lambert liked the strength involved in being picked up and pinned, then he’d go wild (like he did every time) for the way Aiden lifted him entirely off his cock and then shoved Lambert back down. Lambert shouted his moan, his voice cracking from the volume and pleasure. Aiden buried his head against Lambert to muffle his own groans and mewls. After all, it was Lambert getting bitched tonight, not him.
Each kiss Aiden pressed to the peeks of those sharp collar bones that he could get through Lambert’s shirt got sloppier than before, partially from the repetitive motion of Aiden lifting and lowering Lambert as he thrust up, driving as deep into his lover as he could in one smooth motion. With so much quick movement of their bodies together, slick from sweat and precum already, it was difficult to keep his mouth on one spot to suck and leave love bites. So, Aiden settled for sloppy licks and kisses against Lambert’s neck instead. He kissed as much as he could, allowing for the motion of the lifting and lowering to do the moving for him. Aiden kept his lips and tongue relatively still in comparison, just went along with worshiping whatever piece of skin was brought in front of his mouth in the moment.
It worked to reduce his own volume, too, because as much as he teased, Aiden didn’t actually want them to be found. No, this view of Lambert was only for him.
Lambert, on the other hand, was getting fucked up . The sloppy licks made his skin flush hot, sweat beading on his hairline. Those rich loose curls tumbled forward into his face, a total mess met with the watering of his eyes. Both from the sexy embarrassment of being bitched in an alley, and the burn and stretch and total pleasure of the cock in his ass. He was wet, sticky, and the tension in his stomach and abs increased with each slam and pull from his prostate. Lambert’s moans came out in aborted shouts, gasps for air and then coughs when he choked on his own moans. His face was red from shame and exertion, and it was so hot. Lambert felt another shiver go through his body, goosebumps rising in waves on his skin as he curled and uncurled his toes. His warm, gold eyes went half-lidded in pleasure, blissed out.
As much as Aiden loved shutting up his snarky, bitchy lover and stealing the bratty comments right out of his mouth like a pick-pocket, though, that blissed-out puppy dog look? That was Aiden’s favorite part. “ Oo-oh , now, there’s… there’s my good boy.” His words came breathless, spoken through pants as he rocked into Lambert. Aiden was starting to sweat from the effort of holding Lambert’s weight up and moving him on his cock, but it was so worth it (all that sexy muscle was heavy, and the Wolves were built ). “No touching your cock. Wan’... want my bitch come ju- hah-just from a cock up his ass, like a nee- heh -needy whore.” The command was punctuated with a bite to Lambert’s nipple, only letting go when the skin had been stretched to a red, hard little peak. Of course, followed by soothing, sloppy wet licks. “Mine… Mine… Mine.”
The husky whispers made Lambert’s head spin. He wanted those claims, those soft praises of ‘mine’ to be true so badly, the feeling that rushed through him the best sort of burning elation at the word. A perfect thrill for each driving thrust sent hard against his prostate. “Aiden- Aiden -” Lambert managed to choke out, gasping and moaning, starting to shake as his brow pinched in a pleasure bordering on frustration. His whine was broken by a hiccup for breath when he bit his lip, feeling very, very, very much like he was going to cum or cry, or both.
Two stories were told by the ways their bodies moved together. Aiden fucked into Lambert hard and fast, relentless, desperate, aggressive and rushed like every touch and moment they shared. But his lips told the other tale, gentle brushes of skin still sloppy but generous and praising all the same. Aiden’s nails dug into Lambert’s ass, leaving white crescents behind and threatening to draw blood as he held on as firmly as he could.
Aiden felt his balls draw taught in a warning throb, and brought a hand back to smack against the meat of Lambert’s ass, to feel the way it jiggled under his palm (and just for fun, too). “Come on, my good boy. Wan’ everyone inside to- to hear you’re my bitch.” His . Aiden lapped along every curve and dip of Lambert’s pecs, collarbone, shoulders. Lines of kisses and nips now decorated Lambert’s torso, shiny trails of saliva that led to pink marks of teeth.
“Come on. Missed you. Missed you. Wanna… Wanna- ahh s-see my pretty Wo- olf c-come.” Aiden’s growls and commands finally truly descended into babbles as he felt that edge rapidly approaching, exposing some of those softer thoughts only now in this precious, private moment between them.
Lambert’s breaths got more ragged each time Aiden commanded him to come. And then he broke. He gasped a harsh inhale when Aiden thrust up so hard that he felt something shift around in a real hot way, his cock slapping against his own stomach. That tiniest bit of friction had Lambert coughing his moan, tears springing to his eyes with the tension and pleasure. Like pins and needles, prickles of electric shivers raced up his spine, those pitiful whimpers getting higher and higher. Then he tensed, kicked one leg a couple times, toes curled, and came hard . Cum spattered all over his own stomach, staining the front of Aiden’s shirt too. Lambert came and came till he felt like he had nothing left in him to give, making an absolutely filthy, desperate, whining puddle of himself, tears streaming down his red face.
As usual, Aiden followed soon after. He did not have the luxury of kicking out or spasming, instead curling around his Wolf and pressing their torsos tight. His grip on Lambert’s ass became so tight his wrists ached, clinging to him. Aiden’s knees locked to keep his body upright and on two feet, the minute tremors shaking through him swaying but not knocking him off balance. However, despite managing to keep himself standing, Aiden could not keep himself quiet. Even on top, he was a noisy fuck.
“Lamb, LambLambLambLambLamberrrt -” He babbled out, his tone whiny. The volume was only slightly quieted once he employed his usual strategy of shushing himself, burying his mouth against his lover in more messy kisses. They finished closer than they had been all scene, Lambert held down on Aiden’s cock as it shot out inside of him, faces right beside one another, kisses pressed to Lambert’s damp face. Aiden felt something in his heart melt. Lambert had a tendency to get emotional when they hadn’t fucked in awhile. Never did talk about why, though.
Regardless, Aiden was careful and tender as he pulled Lambert off his dick and helped set him back on his feet. Aiden wrapped his arm around his Lamby’s waist and leaned into his Wolf just as Lambert leaned into him, supporting each other as they caught their breath. Aiden was quick to wipe away the tears on Lambert’s face with his fingers. He knew Lambert did not like to be seen vulnerable.
Lambert continued to stare at the ground even as Aiden cooed sweet nothings to him and wiped his tears. He sniffled and trembled, pants down around his ankles and one boot thrown off as he leaned against the man he loved. The sweet nothings continued. And that’s all they were, huh? Nothings . Oh, Lambert wished they were more.
With a hard sniff and a couple deep breaths, Lambert managed to raise one shaking hand to push his hair back from his face. His breaths still came with that high, desperate whistle to them, his chest aching with his thundering heart beat. “F-Fuck… fucking hell, Aiden…”
Aiden took a second to look down at the both of them. Yeah , they were a wreck. Lambert half dressed and crying, Aiden with his pants down mid-thigh and the front of his shirt sweaty and coated in cum - which by now was starting to soak into the fabric and stick unpleasantly to his skin. And yet, all Aiden could do was squeeze his arm tighter around Lambert.
He rested his sweaty forehead against Lambert’s equally disgusting hairline and simply took a moment to be . Aiden’s laughter was soundless, breathy and light. Just gentle purrs of warm air exhaled against his Wolf’s skin, paired with a wide, happy, lovesick smile.
“Wha’... what can I say, babe?” He joked. “Always did like makin’ an entrance.”
Lambert snuffled and chuckled dryly, a sound which broke into a real wave of quiet laughter. There was a point to that; even their first meeting, Aiden had entered with a bang. Literally . By chucking a bomb at him on that ogre contract that they’d never quite settled who it belonged to. And it had developed from there. “Fuckin’ pussycat, you are.”
Aiden smoothed Lambert’s hair back with a free hand, running his fingers through the soft, damp curls. “Y-you okay, baby wolf?” A gentle check-in before Aiden helped them pull themselves together.
“M’a fucking mess, Aiden…” Lambert whined. Not bad, of course, he liked it, made apparent by the tiniest of smirks. But he was gonna bitch and complain and cry. Subbing always found a way to wiggle its way down and through Lambert’s tough exterior, always enough to pry him open just a little bit more. After so many long years together, Aiden knew that sentence translated to: Yes, however I missed you too. And I want to be cleaned up and in bed. Lambert didn’t know how to ask for things either.
Lambert was just a fucking wreck and needed to be with Aiden, desperately, in a bed.
Aiden’s laughter was anything but mean. It sounded as good-natured as it was and was paired with a soft press of his chapped lips to that sweaty forehead. He knew Lambert got sensitive after sex. “Pretty sure that bit about being a mess is supposed to be my line. I’m the Cat in this relationship, babe.” Hobbling lightly to keep them from sinking into the mud, Aiden led them temporarily to the supply crates. Just to give Lambert something to lean against while Aiden retrieved the lost boot. By the time he got back, Lambert had pulled his trousers up and was attempting to retie the laces.
They didn’t have anything to wipe the cum up out here, Aiden noted as he pulled up his own pants and looped his belt. This would just have to do. They’d done the walk of shame back from sweaty alley sex plenty of times before. Then again, Lambert wasn’t usually the one with the cumstain on his ass and puffy eyelids after crying from pleasure. Aiden sighed with a fond smile and tilted his head. “You know the next play. Back to the inn, yeah?”
“You’re lucky I’m all worn out from the contract, or it would be your ass next, pussycat.” Lambert growled. Aiden just grinned, glad to see the bite back up.
Despite the sharp words, Aiden supported Lambert through most of their trek to the inn, maneuvering them through alleys fluidly, sneaking them in the back door with an ease born from years of… well, doing this . Lambert wouldn’t want to be seen debauched this way, but once they got inside, there wasn’t much of a choice left. The stairs were on the opposite side of the long tavern room, exposed to other patrons. Lambert and Aiden looked at each other.
“Come on, baby, I’ll walk behind you.” Aiden murmured softly, nudging Lambert forward with a hand on his shoulder like they were just old chums, tactfully angling his body to hide Lambert’s backside and let him duck his head of signature red hair down whenever he felt the need to. Aiden hated being a mess, loathed even more to be seen that way, but he knew to take responsibility when it was his.
Luckily, they got to Lambert’s room, safely inside without a fuss. Lambert could bitch all he needed to but Aiden was all smiles, all too aware that with each step Lambert felt more and more eager to strip and get into bed. Getting out of their clothes was as easy as breathing at this point, taking turns cleaning each other off with their already soiled shirts, and dragging each other to bed.
Dazed, tuckered, and relaxed after one hell of a good fuck, Lambert was in no mood to play sour for the rest of the night. He was a cuddler, as much as he tried not to be. Once Aiden had lay down, he tucked his head close to Aiden’s chest and pulled the blankets up around them. Instinctively snuggling close and doing his best to keep from passing out too quickly.
In turn, those deep, gentle, soothing purrs started up in Aiden’s chest. He loved this feeling, the both of them naked but not fucking, desperately chasing a momentary high. Here, every second was bliss, just the press of their skin together as they embraced in bed. Aiden held Lambert quietly, starting an up and down rhythm of his calloused palm stroking along Lambert’s bare shoulders and back.
“There you go,” he whispered, voice raspy as exhaustion crept up on him. “I’ve got you, baby wolf. I’ve got you.” Aiden nuzzled his cheek against Lambert’s damp head of hair.
For a moment, he thought Lambert had fallen asleep immediately. Instead, those deep breaths turned shallow, hitching slightly. Aiden hummed softly, frowning when he heard Lambert start crying again.
“I’ve got you. Just let it out, baby.” He tried again, urging Lambert to release the tears he’d been holding in. Gods knew he needed a good cry when he could get it. Aiden didn’t always know what it was that caused the tears, but he knew better than to ask and shut them down. He didn’t solve problems, Lambert wanted to work things out on his own. Aiden respected that, he knew Lambert was strong. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t hold him through it, all the way.
Weak to commands when in a submissive mindset, Lambert let those sobs bubble up and spill over. He tried to keep them in, just a little longer, just a moment longer, but he couldn’t. Burying his head further against Aiden’s neck and shoulder, those strong arms tightened around his slender build to hold his lover close in turn.
Aiden simply held him close and snug. He purred, carding his hands through Lambert’s curls, whispering gentle words once again. “There you go. I’ve got you, I’ve got you. Such a good boy, Lambert. My good boy.” Soft encouragements, nothing too gaudy or interrupted to truly throw off the weak mood his Wolf was in. It was good to let Lambert get those tears out.
“You were so good, Lambert. Tonight and always. I missed my baby wolf.”
Lambert only whimpered and snuffled in response, bringing the heel of his hand up to wipe his nose. “Missed you too…” It was a simple reply. But it said so much.
Because Aiden would never, never understand how much that meant to Lambert, as far as he knew. He had missed Aiden so much, so fucking much. It hurt so badly whenever Aiden had to go. Lambert was restless most winters, finding that he couldn’t sleep as well as he used to when his bed was cold and his arms empty. He spent any moment apart worrying about his partner, wanting to make sure he was okay. Wanting to hold him close. Lambert needed Aiden so badly and Aiden would never know because Lambert wasn’t brave enough to tell him. He wasn’t brave enough to mention the dreams he’d been having, the ones where Aiden walked alone in the streets of a city before being pounced and dragged from above. Or the ones where Aiden was alone in the dark, looking dead. The ones where Lambert didn’t know where he was, only that he wasn’t there. He wasn’t brave enough to warn Aiden of what this could be, let alone tell Aiden he loved him. That he’d been in love with him for so long that Lambert could hardly imagine his life before they traveled together.
No, Aiden didn’t know. Not the extent of it, at least. But his heart ached in its own way. “Think I’ll just bring you along next time, huh? Hardly know what to do without the constant snark I’m so fond of.” Aiden was all smiles again, tilting Lambert’s head up to give him a big, wet kiss that Lambert cringed and pulled away from with a huff of laughter.
“Gonna have to deal with all your cat naps, bitchin’ about dirt and late night zoomies.” Lambert teased back, touching their foreheads together. He was so soft at times, and Aiden just wanted to reach inside and give that soft, squishy part the biggest hug he could.
“Well, congratulations, Wolf. That is officially now your problem. You asked for it.” Aiden said softly, lowering his voice. Their faces were so close, the moment so quiet.
“I know.” Lambert murmured, kissing him once, gently. “Just be here in the morning.”
“I will be. Won’t leave in the night again, baby wolf.” Aiden’s heart did that traitorous swoop in his chest. Lambert was so hard to open up, so many walls to knock down and sneak inside. But in this mindset, this soft and vulnerable safe space? He was far more open. Aiden always paid extra close attention to anything Lambert said in these moments. And apparently, heading out for contracts on humans before the sun rose was something that fucked him up real good. Aiden nodded, crossing his heart. “Won’t leave again if I can help it, Lambert.”
“Don’t gotta cross your heart for me. Whole tavern already knows we screwed.” Lambert grinned wryly, tickling Aiden under the ribs with his thumb and forefinger. Aiden yelped and squirmed, dislodging their blankets before pulling them over Lambert’s head of fiery red hair.
“For fuck’s sake, baby wolf, sleep . We’re safe, we’re together, and I didn’t fuck your daylights out for nothing. Sleep . Or you’re gettin’ the floor.”
Lambert laughed and freed himself from the covers, readjusting and pulling Aiden back into his arms. “Yeah, yeah. See you tomorrow.”
“I’ll be here when you wake up.” Aiden vowed, rolling his eyes in relief when Lambert finally shut those peepers (and his mouth, too, thank gods). “Now sleep . Get some rest, baby wolf. We can head out tomorrow.”