Second Assault — Bond And Treason — novel Chapter 34

Friday, April 19th. New Facilities Kitchen, 4:32 p.m.

XANDER

—Stop pouting, baby boy — Lev pats me on the shoulder and continues to cut the onions —. You know well that when Alex makes a decision, there is no force in this world to change his mind.

—But he should have consulted me first, Lev! — I stop wagging the sauce and turn to face him —. I'm not painted on the fucking wall, it was something we both had to talk about before he even considered the possibility.

Yes, I'm angry. No, I'm furious. Yesterday, I did nothing but stay in our bedroom after he left to meet with Yaakov. I took the opportunity to tidy up a few things and play a long game with Cooky, since I've been a bit distant from him.

When Magnus came back, with only a few hours to the evening, I asked him about the progress of the mission and that's when he told me that he will also be part of the teams that will invade Dimitri's mansion.

Let's just say, my reaction was not the most cheerful and passive of all. And considering Magnus isn't the quiet type, well... The argument was pretty ugly. I stormed out of the room and ended up asking Lev for shelter, getting Yaakov to sleep on the couch in their bedroom. I haven't spoken to Magnus since.

—I know, you're right — adds the onion rings to the sauce and mixes it up —.But try to put yourself in his shoes. He's our boss, baby boy, and I'm sure he wants to take revenge on Zhukovski for... — his gaze deviates from mine —. Well, you know.

—And that's exactly what I want to avoid! — I run a hand through my hair, frustration eating me up —. Lev, I just want this whole nightmare to be over. I understand that Dimitri has to be stopped and I know that everything you've told me is true, but... I'm scared — my eyes are starting to blur from the tears I've been holding back —. What if things don't work out? What if someone else dies? — sighs and holds me by the shoulders.

—I'm scared too. Just the thought that something might happen to Yaak... — his words fading away, but then quickly denies with the head —. But that's his job, baby boy.

That's what they've prepared for over the years, and believe me, they're very good at what they do. It doesn't mean that there won't be risks and I know that's not what you want to hear, but we must trust them and pray that everything goes well.

—If only that would ease the burden on me, Lev.

—I know it doesn't. But for now, we have to settle for that little comfort — smiles, winks at me and turns to keep stirring the sauce. My thoughts drift away, and I stay so long in them, that I do not notice when Mrs. Ewa returns from the greenhouse.

—What are you thinking about, boy? — she pinches my cheek playfully, and I smile, though not very eagerly —. If you frown more, your eyebrows will end up joining together.

—Nothing, just a few things — she doesn't seem convinced, but doesn't insist.

—And you, chatty cockatoo? I hope you haven't stopped moving that sauce — she warns Lev, moving him away from the pot to confirm. He lets out a heavy sigh and rolls the eyes in the most dramatic way I've ever seen.

—There we go again with the cockatoo thing — he crosses the arms over the chest.

—Ah, but you don't deny that you are chatty — the old lady laughs and then empties the basket full of herbs and spices on the counter.

—What good will that do me? If I can't get you to stop calling me a cockatoo, I'll certainly not succeed in getting you to stop calling me that. I'm beginning to resign myself to it and I won't even complain next time.

—Wow, I never thought this day would come — the woman opens the eyes big in surprise —. I was sure you'd be demanding it until the end of my days.

—Don't worry, Mrs. Ewa. I'm sure his sudden maturity will only be temporary — Lev gives me a murderous look and I burst out laughing.

—You're supposed to be on my side and not laugh at this old lady's quips — accuses me.

—This old lady will kick your ass if you let the sauce burn or get lumpy, so get to work — Lev rolls the eyes again, but he still obeys —. And you, little one. What's that sweet smell I detect in you? — My eyebrows are furrowed, puzzled. I don't understand, I haven't detected any change in my scent.

—What do you mean?

—That you smell different — approaches her face a bit to me and sniffs —. Yes, your smell has changed.

I look at her a bit confused, I have no idea what she means.

—Uh... Well, I think it's because I'm wearing one of Magnus' shirts — yesterday, when I left the room, I barely had time to grab a pair of pants. I didn't bother to change his shirt for one of mine —. It must be his smell you're picking up — she seems to consider it for a few seconds, until a slow, strange smile appears on her lips.

—Yes, maybe that's it — and without further ado, she spins around and goes on with her business, leaving me even more confused.

We managed to finish dinner after two more hours. A huge banquet was ready and properly covered to keep it from getting cold. I had no idea how much work Mrs. Ewa had to do every day, although it was to be expected, as she has to feed all the henchmen and employees of the organization.

Lev always comes to help her, but in addition to him, Magnus hired a pair of twins to be her assistants. One is called Cheslav and the other Gavrel, although they are usually very quiet and do not get involved in our conversations. Just as we were about to serve, the kitchen door opened and someone came in who I hadn't expected to see yet.

—Hey, Xander — Fredek smiles at me, though he looks a little embarrassed.

—Fred! — I squeal, and then I jump up and hug him. He laughs and reciprocates, we last a few long seconds like this before finally separating —. I'm so happy to see you. I didn't think you'd abandon your little love nest yet — I poke him with my finger on the side and a blush spreads across his cheeks.

—Angelo had to go home and Derek was called by Yaakov to give him directions on the mission.

—You're not going, are you?

—Not a chance. Derek would kill me and I don't even want to think about Angelo's sermon — waves a hand like scaring away a fly. Where have I seen that before? —. So I'll save myself the drama and stay here.

—Wow, but look who's here! — Lev comes towards us with his arms extended and hugs Fred —. I'm glad to see you in one piece and it's a relief that you're not limping.

—Don't start with your perverted jokes, Lev — Fredek rolls the eyes, but smiles —. Better tell me how things have been going around here. What did I miss?

—Not much, really — Lev shrugs —. Tomorrow's the big day, I'm still as handsome as ever and Xander's upset with Alex.

—Are you mad at him? — questions in confusion —. Why?

—Because the idiot is going with Yaakov and the others tomorrow, and he didn't even bother to ask my opinion first.

—To be perfectly honest, I expected that — Fred raised his hands, stopping me after realizing that I was about to reply —. But I agree that he should have consulted you first.

—He's an idiot — I cross the arms over my chest, unconsciously pouting.

—I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose, Xander. It's just that, uh, my brother's not used to giving his reasons to anyone — sighs —. Years of being the boss have made him that way. Just try to talk to him calmly. You don't want him to leave tomorrow and you guys are still mad, do you?

—No — resigned, I nod. He's right, after all —. I don't want to. It's true, I must talk to him — at that moment, Mrs. Ewa walks beside us with a big tray full of cutlery. She was going to walk past, but suddenly stops, sniffs the air around us, and smiles.

—Another one with a different smell — her smile widens and looks at the three of us —. Soon, the good news that we all needed greatly will appear. Then, I will make sure to prepare a huge feast, you will see — turns and goes back on her way, humming a song animatedly. The three of us look at each other in surprise and wonder if age is already catching up with her. 

ALEXEI

—I'm starting to get fucking dizzy — Yaakov's complaining —. Stop moving now.

I try, but I can't. I keep walking around my office like a caged cat. I haven't spoken to Xander since yesterday and the anguish of knowing if he's still angry is driving me crazy.

I know that I acted wrong and that I should have told him before making a decision, I truly tried to apologize, but between screams and insults, I ended up losing my temper and exploding. And now, thanks to my tantrum and not being able to keep my big mouth shut, I haven't seen him all day and the need to hold him in my arms is almost unbearable.

—Didn't Lev say anything to you? — I inhale a drag of the cigarette in my fingers and keep walking around the office.

—For the hundredth time, no — rubs his temples, like he's got a headache —. Stop being so childish and go talk to him — sighs annoyingly —. Apologize or maybe you'll have make-up sex and that's it.

—Yeah, right — I snort —. As if it was that easy. You don't know Xander's temperament. If you think mine's bad, you have no idea what he's like when he's angry. He even threw one of the lamps at me!

—Really? — asks in astonishment, though he soon bursts out laughing —. The kitten has claws, thank goodness he's not intimidated by your shitty mood — laughs again, wiping the tears from the corner of the eyes.

—You're supposed to be here to make me feel better, not to put me further into misery — I scold him, giving him a murderous look.

—Sorry, buddy, there's nothing I can do about it. This is something you both need to work out.

—I know — I take another hit and finally sit down in my chair, smashing the cigarette in the ashtray —. But I don't know where to start. I know I acted badly, but I didn't expect him to react that way.

—This can't be easy for him, Magnus — leaning on the desk with the elbows —. Get in his place, we're about to face our worst enemy, who's a powerful mobster and did a lot of damage to him in the process. We'll be risking our lives tomorrow, I imagine he's just afraid something might happen to you — I was going to respond, but then I hear a gentle knock at the door.

—Come in — I announce, the door opens slowly and Xander appears, looking cautiously and a little nervously. Although I'm surprised to see him, I'm glad he came.

I bring my right hand down and stroke both erections, massaging them together from top to bottom, firm and steady, taking advantage of the pre-semen drops emerging from both to lubricate my path. His tail appears and jumps from side to side, knocking down several things from my desk and a glass breaks with a loud bang, leaving pieces of glass scattered around.

I couldn't care less right now. With my free hand, I grope his wet entrance and slowly make my way inside with the middle finger. He abruptly breaks away from the kiss, his head tilts back, exposing the milky skin on his neck and a scream erupts from his mouth as he feels the invasion.

—Fuck... One more — a deep scowl created between his eyebrows. His red, swollen, glossy lips half-opened and drops of sweat sliding down his temples.

—Do you want another one, kitty?.

He nods frantically, spinning his hips in circles. I bite my lip as a second finger accompanies the first, feeling the walls welcome and squeeze me. His abundant lubricant tells me how extremely hot he is, and that only makes my condition worse. I keep massaging our cocks together as I enter a third finger, expanding them inside, preparing him as best I can for me.

—Stop — grabs my forearm and shakes his head with effort —. I don't want to cum like this — I withdraw my fingers and a stifled moan leaves his mouth.

I pick him up from the desk and carry him to the leather chair at the side of my office, where I lay him down and position on top of him. I spread his legs further apart and carry them to his chest, allowing my larger body to adapt better. I slide my aching erection into his throbbing, warm entry.

—You're mine, Xander — I grunt and push my pelvis forward, initiating the slow invasion into his narrow ass —. You belong to me.

The swollen and red mushroom head goes through the muscle ring and immediately the heat of his walls receives me and wraps me up. My thrusts go on and on, going deeper in until I finally bury myself to the base. My balls hit the skin of his ass and I have to squeeze my jaw hard, the incredible pleasure originating and expanding rapidly through my extremities.

Xander's panting and moaning only makes part of my sanity desert me, giving way to uncontrolled desire and unbridled passion. So I just let myself go. Leaning back, coming out almost completely, leaving only the tip of my latent dick in.

—Magnus... Please — tears of pleasure run down his blushing cheeks, the nails dig into the skin of my forearms but not to the point of hurting me —. Move.

—Your wish is my command, kitty — I smile and with a powerful thrust, I attack him with force.

—Yes! — his back arches and the tail swings from side to side —. More — I press the hands in his waist so I can push myself better and feel my claws rubbing against his skin with every movement. My fangs tickle my lower lip, watching mesmerized as his walls expand with each of my thrusts, receiving me effortlessly in the moist heat.

—You feel so fucking good, Xander — my voice is raspy and low from the effort, sweat drops are sliding down my back and across my chest. My moves increase in speed and, in the middle of the moment full of intensity and passion, he reaches for his needy erection to caress himself. It's one of the sexiest and most exciting fucking scenes I've ever seen in my life.

—Magnus... I'm close.

—Not yet — with great difficulty, I step out and admire him from my position —. Turn around, kitty — He seems a little confused at first until understanding passes through his eyes, and a cheeky smile is drawn on his face.

He quickly rolls over on his stomach, spreads the legs, and rests on his knees and elbows, leaving the rounded, bubble butt high. I spank him unavoidably.

He leads a hand back and, assuming the reins of the position, grabs my erection with trembling fingers and lines it up at his entrance, starting a slow and tortuous descent, until I am deeply buried in him again. Without wasting time, I move, though at a slower pace than before, holding his ass cheeks tightly in my hands.

I'm sure there will be marks left on his white skin, but I can't stop myself. His tail sways and tickles my nose when he passes it without shame, provoking me with his sensual movements.

The smell of his excitement burns my lungs and I feel the veins in my cock swell up in his ass. I increase the rhythm. I modify the angle of my hip until I mercilessly impact his sweet spot with great precision.

—Yes, there! — I hold a handful of his hair, exposing the tender skin of the neck, and run my tongue down its length to his chin —. I can't... — whimpers and I feel myself on the verge of collapse.

—Come on, Xander — I close my free hand on his hard cock, increase the pace of my thrusts, and raise my power. He screams and arches more, pushing himself back to meet my pushes —. Cum, let me feel it.

—Magnus!

My name emerging in a scream makes me grunt with satisfaction and, just as I feel the first sprout of his milk in my fist, I sink my fangs into the moon-shaped scar on his neck, claiming him once again as mine. His tail dances restlessly between our bodies and the powerful heat in my lower abdomen announce my imminent release... Until I finally explode.

With a heavy growl, I continue to impact on his lax body and my abundant seed fills him. I retract the fangs and use my tongue to clean the small blood trail and help close the wound. The pleasure is intense, potent, and steals the energy from both of us until we crash down, me supporting on the elbows to avoid crushing him, while the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing. We last a long time thus united, both bodies sharing the heat as the ravages of the orgasm gradually vanish. It's Xander who breaks the silence.

—I don't want to move — whispers wearily, I smile and leave kisses on his neck and shoulders —. You'll have to carry me to our bedroom.

—I would, kitty. But I can't move either — we both laugh and I gently slip out and fall next to him. We have to lie down on a spoon because of the small space the couch leaves.

My chest stuck to his back and my arm around his waist, the material creaking under us with every motion and the sweaty skin sticking to the annoying material, but still not enough reason for us to gather the strength to go to our room.

And without realizing it, we fall asleep.