Page 17 of Distant Heart

Illya forced himself to calm and finally spotted the signs he’d been looking for. Soon he’d have what he wanted. What he craved.

It’d been easy enough to spot the issue with Rexton earlier because Illya had been experiencing the same thing in his own life. Dreadful monotony and a future that seemed to be going nowhere. Sure, his situation was different in the fact that his job after graduation was already decided. His career path had been set even before he’d stepped foot in Sacrum Cor Hart.

That didn’t bother him. He had no problems with his designated path forward. It was the emptiness he’d begun to feel along the way that got to him. For all the crap he’d said about it prior to now, Cor Night wasn’t so bad. All things considered, this was probably exactly what both he and Rexton needed. A way to a fresh start.

A way for their separate paths to finally, and definitively, collide.

Something heavy slammed into him from behind, sending him flying forward. He barely caught his footing butmanaged, spinning around just in time to evade the fist swinging toward him. A growl rumbled up his throat.

Rexton didn’t slow, keeping the punches coming as though he thought he actually stood a chance. Whatever training he’d been doing with the Shepards, it’d done something for him though, because his skills weren’t half bad.

Illya found himself retreating just to avoid taking a hit as he waited for his opening.

The other man switched tactics, twisting his hips a second before he lifted his leg in a kick that he most likely would have landed if not for the uneven terrain they were standing on. As it were, Rexton slipped in the snow, and it cost him.

Grabbing onto his ankle, Illya used his own momentum to tug the other man forward, catching him against his chest. He’d recognized where they were and grinned when he spotted the wooden bench tucked beneath a large willow tree less than ten feet away.

“Let go!” Rexton struggled as he was dragged toward it, cursing up a storm. The second he was tossed down onto the seat, he shot back up, pushing and shoving at Illya’s chest. “Move! I don’t want this!”

“Too bad.” Illya spun Rexton around, forcing him into a kneeling position on the bench. “Just remember, you’re the one who brought violence into the mix.”

“Fuck you!”

“That’s where this is going.” He tore off his belt and used it to secure both of Rexton’s wrists to the top rung of the bench, stripping the other man of his pants a second later before he could properly react to being tied up. His shoes and socks came off as well. Illya wasn’t taking any chances and knew it would suck to try and run barefoot through the snow.

“What the—” Rexton bucked against him and tried to tug his arms free, but the leather strap held, trapping him in place with his back to Illya.

As soon as the pants and shoes were gone, Illya made quick work of his shirt, tearing the cloth in half in his haste. It was dark this deep in the woods, but his eyes had already adjusted and he could make out the way Rexton’s skin prickled from the harsh cold once he was completely naked.

“You’re so sexy,” Illya praised. He really was.

Snow fell over Rexton’s shoulder and back, flakes catching in his hair. He kept hurting himself by struggling with the belt, but all that did was draw Illya’s attention to his muscular back and the plump curve of his ass.

The temptation to keep him out here, locked to the bench, in the perfect position for Illya to take him, was strong.

But his prey’s skin was already starting to change coloring. Vital’s weren’t meant for this type of cold.

“Come for me quickly,” Illya suggested as he unzipped and pulled his cock free, stroking it a few times to slick the precome down his thick shaft. “The sooner you do, the sooner we can take this back inside. I want to fuck you in my bed, xa’us. Want your cream all over my sheets.”

“Good Light, this is not—” Whatever he’d been about to say died on his tongue when Illya forced his thighs apart and reached beneath him.

“You’re hard for me,” Illya purred, dropping his mouth to the side of Rexton’s neck as he moved closer. He rolled Rexton’s balls in his hand, the other slipping around his front to tweak his nipple.

“Illya,” Rexton tried to pull away but there was nowhere for him to go. “Please. It’s freezing.”

He hummed in agreement. “Let me warm you up.”

“Ill, stop. I—”

Illya shoved him forward so his upper body was practically hanging over the top of the bench. It forced Rexton’s ass higher, his bare cheeks cradling Illya’s cock as he slid himself slowly up and down Rexton’s seam. The plan, when he’d realized where his prey was heading, had been to hurry through this part, but now that they were actually here, he was starting to change his mind.

“I’m seeing things from a new perspective,” he drawled, leaning back just enough to stare down at where their bodies touched. “Maybe you chose this game because you wanted it rough all along. Maybe you wanted to be hunted and used.” Illya grabbed himself and stroked his cockhead in circles around Rexton’s hole. “Viciously forced.”

The smaller man noticeably shook beneath him. “No, I…I don’t want this. Illya, untie me.”

“Let you go, you mean?” He clicked his tongue. “Not going to happen, xa’us.”

“Illya,” he firmed his tone, putting on a strong front that neither of them bought into, “this is—”

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