The meeting was boring, and it was all Alaster could do to keep his eyes open. He concentrated on stifling his yawns before they started, squinting at Lucius as he spoke. Alaster's eyes wandered to the clock on the back wall.
5:57
Kiana was stony faced, dark bags hanging under her eyes. Jared, too, showed the evidence of a long night on his face. Lucius was pointing at some kind of diagram, indicating points and jabbing a finger into little dots scattered across that page.
When the briefing was over, Lucius extended an arm toward the door.
"The mission starts tomorrow," he said, "you are all free to gather any supplies you need. Dismissed." Kiana stood, Jared and Alaster on her heels. They filed out the door, backs straight and eyes ahead. "Not you, Alaster."
The thin blond froze, shoulders tense. Kiana and Jared faltered, but let the door click shut behind them. Inside, Alaster turned to Lucius with fire in his eyes. Lucius smirked at him.
"I had fun last night, Al," Lucius growled, eyes dark with lust.
"You wife just died," Alaster snarled accusingly, "and during her funeral, you fucked instead of mourning."
"Mel would understand!" Lucius snapped; "She knew my preferences and I liked hers. She loved me, so she let me fuck who I wanted as long as I saved all the good stuff for her and didn't get anyone pregnant."
Alaster looked away, hiding the disgust that tightened the corners of his mouth.
"Come sit on my lap, Kitty," Lucius ordered. "And if you don't... Dear Kiana is coming inside to join us." He patted one leg. Alaster grudgingly crossed the room and sat on the older man's leg. Lucius snaked one paw into Alaster's pants, cupping his balls and squeezing gently.
"What do you want, Lucius?" Alaster growled ferally. Lucius laughed.
"You."
"What do you really want?" The blond insisted.
"I want you in my bedroom, stretched and bound. A nice big ring gag in your mouth, electric alligator clamps on your nipples. I want you hard and dripping, begging me to fuck your tight little ass." Lucius' hand clenched around Alaster's cock, pinching it in one hand.
Alaster said nothing. With the anticipation of pain, he breathed slowly through his nose and kept his jaw and shoulders as relaxed as possible. Lucius pulled his hand out of Alaster's slacks, using the same hand to slap his second across the face. Alaster's head snapped to the side, a bright red hand-print blossoming on his cheek.
"Now Alaster," Lucius whispered, "you're my bitch." He pinched Alaster's jaw in one meaty hand, trying to coax a reaction from the lean man's stony expression. "Say it, Kitty, say it out loud."
Alaster didn't answer.
"Say it!" Lucius jerked a handful of Alaster's platinum hair. Alaster's head was wrenched forward, nearly hitting the table.
Lucius yanked his sidearm from its holster, pressing it into Alaster's thigh.
"Say it, bitch!"
Alaster closed his eyes for a long moment.
"If I say what you want, will I be free to leave immediately?" Alaster asked quietly, his voice as robotic as ever, "I have details to sort out if the mission tonight is to go smoothly."
"Of course," Lucius answered, smile cocking to one side predatorily. "Tell me you're my little bitch, nice and seductive. You're such a great fighter, yet you're just my little kitty now."
Alaster swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his pride like a steel beam in his hands. I can bend.
"I'm your bitch," he said quietly.
"No," Lucius growled. "Get on your knees, stick your hand in your pants, and tell me you're my little bitch."
Alaster felt his cheeks flush, but refused to let himself get flustered. Cooley as he could, Alaster slid to the ground and undid the button to his pants, easing his hand into his slacks. The fabric of his boxers was cool and soft against his fingers. Bend.
"I'm your little bitch." Bend. Bend. Bend.
"Louder."
"I. Am. Your. Bitch." Alaster's fury was barely contained, yet the mask of coolness refused to crack. His fingernails dug into the soft flesh of his palms, trying to keep his mind clear. Alaster felt his resolve slipping. Bend. Bend Bend.
"Good Kitty." Lucius patted Alaster's head affectionately. "I'll be seeing you later tonight, Al. After the celebratory rounds at the Harpy tonight, of course. We'll celebrate the completion of this mission with the greatest night of your life."
"Yes sir," Alaster remarked smartly. "You have no idea how true that is."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The Harpy was bustling with activity. Beer splashed onto the bar, the amber liquid sloshing in the row of mugs. Jared was only slightly tipsy, the buzz obvious in the corners of his mouth, wistfully tilted downwards. Kiana had been discreetly dumping her drinks into Lucius' cup, drinking enough for her cheeks to flush.
Alaster, always a moderate drinker, was paid no notice when he set his drink down after a few sips. Lucius swayed in his seat, eyes wild. Alaster put a hand on Jared's shoulder. The sharp eyed man tapped a finger against the inside of his coat pocket. The shoulder tap was passed down to their third accomplice, who didn't react to the signal discreetly in the slightest.
"Al!" Kiana stood up, doing a very convincing imitation of a drunken sway. "I think the boss is gettin' little too tipsy!! I'm goin'a take him home!"
"No!" Lucius grabbed her by the back of the jacket. Kiana's eyes went wide as her boss slammed his lips onto hers, wildly making out with her. Kiana pushed him back gently. "Just a couple more drinks!" Lucius tried to stand, but nearly toppled over in the process.
"Alright. Two more," Kiana conceded, "but only two."