Page 41 of Under Control

They walked into the ship and down towards the main hall.

“Whatever. I’m going to—I’m going to call Dr. Singh. And just don’t bother me for the rest of the day. I need to think some things through.” She broke off from them and headed in the direction of her own quarters.

“That’s all right. Alex and I are going to have sex now,” Tracht declared, loud enough that anybody in the vicinity would have heard. Not that it mattered either way. Everybody already knew that Tracht and Alex fucked. Alex led Tracht into the elevator and hit the switch for their quarters.

“You mean that? We’re gonna fuck now?”

“Language,” Tracht murmured. “And I think so. You want to, I’m sure.”

Yeah, Alex did want to. He stripped as soon as they stepped into their quarters, in part out of habit, in part out of eagerness. That same force of habit had him bending down to undo Tracht’s boots, but of course he was barefoot, his shoes still lost in Iglesias’s place. Frustration gnawed at Alex, and he ended up kissing Tracht’s feet to compensate.

“I always thought I’d be bored of you once you were trained up. Once I had you wanting to kiss my boots. Do you remember, Alex, you used to not like doing this.” Tracht touched Alex’s head. “That was fun for me too. When you fought me. That first time, when you thought you were so clever. That I wouldn’t notice how much you didn’t want to be there.”

Alex couldn’t even remember it all that well. The stupid, half-baked plan he and Nick had come up with that necessitated Alex playing nice for a few days and then skipping town as soon as Nick had secured passage.

“I didn’t know you,” Alex mumbled, embarrassed about how it had all shaken down. He should have known Nick was gonna abandon him, that it wasn’t Tracht who was the bad guy in that situation.

“I didn’t know you either,” Tracht answered. “I thought, even if you didn’t prove to be a good long-term investment, I’d have fun with a big, ugly man like you. But I’m glad it was you. Your reactions are so beautiful, and the fact that a man of your size is forced to submit to me is nothing short of exquisite.”

Alex wrapped his arms around Tracht’s waist and kissed his bare stomach. Maybe it shouldn’t make him so hot and bothered to hear all of this. This was that grooming thing Parsons had talked about. Forget about Parsons though; his opinion didn’t matter. If Alex felt good now, that was enough. Sure, sometimes Tracht was a giant asshole, but even without the collar he sometimes said nice shit like this. And didn’t the collar prove now that Tracht was as into Alex as Alex was into him? These were Tracht’s real opinions.

Alex’s knees started to hurt, so he stood, maintaining as much connection with Tracht as he could. “Let’s go to bed,” Alex said.

He’d expected Tracht to refuse on principle, but Tracht smiled and nodded, moving towards the bed easily. Because of the collar, right. Tracht was unlikely to refuse anything right then.

“Take your clothes off.”

“I see what you’re doing, but I honestly can’t find it in me to complain,” Tracht answered. He took off Alex’s leather jacket—which, Alex had to admit, looked really hot on Tracht—and slid out of the too-large pants. “Just be sure you know what you’re doing, Alex. You’re not as dumb as you appear, but self-awareness has never been your strong suit.”

Okay, even all drugged up Tracht was still an asshole. On the other hand, he was naked now, and Alex loved it when Tracht got fully naked. He crossed the distance between them and pushed Tracht onto the bed, attacking Tracht’s mouth with his own. Tracht returned the kiss with fervor, moaning way louder than he usually did. His hands were in Alex’s hair, not gentle at all, nails turned inward and sharp.

Their legs tangled together, and Tracht was starting to harden against Alex’s thigh. Alex’s own cock was pressing insistently against the cock cage.

“Can you let my cock out?” Alex asked when they broke for breath.

“Mm. Yes.” Tracht reached down and fiddled with the locking mechanism, then gently pulled it off Alex’s cock. Gentle for just that bit; as soon as the cage was off, Tracht wrapped his hand around Alex’s dick and squeezed, pressing his thumbnail against the slit. Alex let out a strangled cry.

“I thought you were supposed to be nice!”

“I’m fairly certain I currently am very suggestible and that I am incapable of lying or concealing truth. And the truth is, Alex, I love to see you hurt.” Tracht began kissing the line of Alex’s jaw, all while alternating between pleasuring and hurting Alex.

“You are such a dick,” Alex whined. “I thought we were going to have normal sex.” He rolled away from Tracht, then changed his mind. He didn’t want to be apart from Tracht, he just needed Tracht to not hurt him. He ended up straddling Tracht’s hips, grabbing Tracht’s wrists and forcing them over Tracht’s head.

“That’s certainly in your power to do. Just say the word,” Tracht murmured. “You could fuck me right now and I would not protest. I’m sure I’d even enjoy it. Although I’d ask that you take more care than I do with you, as I am already quite sore.”

The implications took a moment to sink in, and then Alex remembered what Iglesias had said. He suddenly wanted to run back to Iglesias and fuck him up even more. A few kicks weren’t enough. They should have stuck around to whip him. Fucking Espinosa, ruining everything.

Alex let go of Tracht’s hands and stared down at him. “You’re gonna be really pissed when that collar comes off, right?”

“There is a very high likelihood. I have to admit, there’s a certain horror in knowing that my mood is entirely regulated by whatever drugs the collar is pumping through my system, yet simultaneously being unable to feel said horror due to the very same drugs.” Tracht reached up and wrapped his arms around Alex’s neck. “For what it’s worth, I suspect the majority of my anger will not be leveled at you.”

Okay, that was good to know, but Alex was starting to get uneasy about the whole thing. He liked Tracht being affectionate, even if his form of affection came with a huge dose of hurt too. But he didn’t like that Tracht wasn’t in control. It didn’t sit right.

If they had sex now, Alex was pretty sure it would end up being really unsatisfying. It wouldn’t mean anything.

With a frustrated growl, Alex rolled off of Tracht and lay down next to him instead. “Okay, nevermind. Let’s not fuck. We can kiss a bit? Just until Singh gets here and gets the collar off you. You’re creeping me out.”

Tracht’s smile widened, and he draped himself over Alex’s chest. “Ah, Alex. I knew you were the best.”

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