Cadet Murphy

"Miljan."
Creeping through the entrance hall in the middle of the night, clad entirely in black in preparation for his next mission, Miljan was surprised to hear his name. He froze, then took two steps backward, placing him just in front of the door to the office.
Inside, his grandfather was sitting, perched regally in the largest wingback chair. The old man wore his heavy, dark velvet robe, and a cup of tea perched cleanly on his lap. Miljan waited respectfully by the door until the old man lifted his hand to indicate permission to enter.
"Deda."
His grandfather sipped his tea and regarded Miljan critically.
"You are going somewhere?"
"Da, Deda. Work. I have a mission."
His grandfather seemed to muse over this.
"Just you? Not the others?"
Miljan shook his head.
"Just me."
The old man set his teacup down on an end table and turned away to face the window. Steam billowed up from the cup, rose in gusts and wispy wavers.
"Bring coffee when you return."
Miljan dipped his head in acknowledgment.
"I will, Deda."
The old man steepled his fingers.
"Yesterday evening. I heard crying." he looked directly at Miljan, his eyes making it clear that his statement had, in fact, been an inquiry. Miljan shifted his jaw, then jutted his chin out. Show no fear or hesitation.
"Tiger. There was... a disagreement. Between Bos and the carriers. It's been settled."
His grandfather pressed his lips together and lifted his cup again.
"Ah." he took a slow sip of the tea, then set the cup down, turning it slowly with one finger. The very picture of indifference. "Your carrier - he is not overly hurt, is he?"
Miljan paused before answering, a smile almost slipping through. Was that concern the old man was showing? Tiger had worked his charming magic on his grandfather, it seemed.
"No, Deda. Tiger is fine."
The old man nodded slowly, raising the tea to his lips again.
"Just as well. No sense harming an investment."
Miljan nodded and they lapsed into silence. Patiently, the younger man waited for his dismissal. Eventually, the old man lifted his hand, tilted it. Miljan was free to go. Eager to leave for his mission, he turned to the door. Almost there, the old man spoke again.
"Miljan." At his name, he turned back. His grandfather was standing now, the teacup balanced delicately in those rough, sinewy hands. "Your brother's death."
Miljan's heart skipped a beat, but he knew better than to ever show fear before his grandfather. The old man met his eyes.
"It must be discussed."
Miljan dropped his gaze immediately.
"Da, Deda. Ya znayu."
The old man flicked his eyes over his grandson, then turned away.
"I will see you when you return."
Sweat dampened Miljan's palms, but he showed no fear. He turned to go; at the door, he suddenly became aware of a suspicious lightness at his waist. He checked himself, then turned back towards the old man. Miljan raised his eyes to the ceiling, bolstered himself, and swallowed back the embarrassment of having lost at a game he hadn't even realized they were playing. He stepped farther into the room, then held out one hand.
"Deda. Please. I have a mission."
His grandfather crossed the room leisurely, his limp seeming no more than a passing annoyance. When he stood in front of Miljan, he retrieved the missing firearm from within his robes and laid it in his grandson's hand. Miljan closed his fingers around it, but his grandfather did not immediately release his grasp.
"If you didn't want me to have it, Miljan," he said, slowly, "Then you should have kept a closer watch."
The lightness of the tone in which his grandfather said this disguised the harshness of the rebuke. Even a child was expected to keep watch over their own weapons. Miljan was a man, and the head of a house. In other circumstances, he was sure his grandfather would have whipped him for such negligence.
"Da, Deda." he said, quietly. "Ya znayu."

~

Cal woke to Bos's hands slipping under his shirt, tickling the skin as they slid across, marking a path of touch across his chest before lingering on his nipples. Cal considered feigning sleep at first, but then Bos pinched his left nipple, just enough to startle, and Cal's gasp gave him away. He opened his eyes.
"I know when you are awake, Cadet Murphy."
Cal blinked up at Bos, then looked away and tried to sit up.
"What time is it?"
"Nine." Bos leaned back, giving Calvin room to move, and raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Are you late for an appointment?"
Cal shrugged.
"I was just asking." he moved as if to get out of bed, but Bos stopped him with one meaty arm, pulling him back.
"Where are we rushing off to, then?"
The arm tightened just enough to be a warning. Cal shook his head and settled back into the bed.
"Nowhere."
"Ah." Bos smiled. "Good." Threading one hand through Cal's hair, he pulled the carrier in for a kiss. Up close, Cal caught a mixture of scents from him - sweat, and mint, and a curiously heavy scent of smoke. He pulled back a little. Bos was wearing a black tshirt and gray mid-length briefs. Goosebumps rose on his skin where it was exposed to the cool air of the room.
"You've been out."
Bos nodded.
"Da. Working."
"You let me sleep?"
"You seemed tired." Bos looked over his carrier, caution in his expression. "The change may still be affecting you."
Cal shook his head. His mouth felt cottony - he wanted to brush his teeth. He settled for reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand instead.
"I'm fine. The change is over."
"I know."
Cal glanced over his shoulder at Bos, having caught some thread of emotion in his voice - a waft of an implication. Bos met his gaze evenly, and Cal looked away, swallowing a mouthful of water.

By the time he turned back, Bos had gotten under the covers and now lay on his side, facing Calvin. He reached out one hand to stroke Cal's bare hip.
"You're wearing nothing."
Bos's voice had dropped, changed into something rougher. Cal swallowed.
"You won't let me."
Bos laughed, low.
"I know. It's a good policy."
The big man pulled Cal in for another kiss then, this one more demanding than the first, and his hand slipped around to knead at Cal's ass. Cal felt his body begin to react, to the touch and to Bos's proximity. He shifted his legs uncomfortably, trying to hide it.
Bos broke away when Cal fidgeted, then took the opportunity to shift closer to his mate. Cal froze and for a moment, fear and dread welled in him. But he capped those feelings - locked them up and put them away, reminding himself again that they had no place in his bed, with his husband.
Bos kissed him again, and when they parted for breath, he captured one of Cal's hands in his own and gently guided it down, between them, to press firmly against his thick, hard cock. Cal felt something spike in his belly - he was not sure what, as it seemed that fear and anticipation had recently become inextricable in his mind. Bos groaned obscenely and squeezed Cal's wrist, urging him to stroke. Cal could feel the heat of the Russian's fat dick straining against the fabric of his briefs, knew what was desired of him, what Bos expected, but still could somehow not bring himself to move, to take the next step and make the next motion.

Panic began to rise, and Cal made an involuntary sound, but Bos did not release him. If anything, the Russian pressed closer.
"See what you do to me?" he demanded. Cal sucked in a breath, and Bos thrust his hips forward, grinding against Cal's captive hand. "Do you see how hard I am?" Bos reached out again to palm Cal's hip, his thigh, his ass. "I am like this all the time because of you."
Cal didn't answer, transfixed by Bos's words, by the stroke of his hands, by the hotness of his cock."I didn't - I, um."
Bos shook his head and kissed Cal, this time on the neck, scraping the skin ever so lightly with his teeth and sending jolts of heat between the carrier's thighs. Cal inhaled sharply. This was the good part, he knew; this was what it could be like. Just relax, the book had told him, it's just like falling. That felt like the wrong word to use now, because suddenly Cal felt like he was falling - like he was twisting and flailing in midair with no concept of when he was going to land.
"Wait." he mumbled.
Bos grunted and kept going, dipping his head lower to graze teeth and tongue across the hollow of Calvin's collarbone while his hand slid around to slip into the crux of Cal's damp heat . Cal shifted uncomfortably and tried to pull back, but Bos's hand on his ass tightened to keep him in place. Adrenaline surged in Cal's veins, but he reined in his reaction, palmed Bos's cock through his briefs and kissed the side of his jaw.
"Hey, slower, OK?"
Bos grunted and nudged one leg between Cal's, separating his thighs firmly, the muscles of Bos's leg constraining his own. Cal felt a knotted tangle of reactions burst into appearance inside of him, inextricable and incomprehensible. Bos wrapped his hand around Cal's cock and gave it a few strokes, then brushed past it to slip one finger into the carrier's wet folds. Panic broke loose of the knot in Cal's stomach and ran ahead of the pack.
"Bos!"
Bos growled.
"Bos, please!"
Bos muttered something in Serbian under his breath and shoved back so that he was balanced halfway above Cal, his hands on the bedsheets.
"No, Calvin, you 'please'!" Bos snapped, then exhaled. He closed his eyes for a moment as if trying to regain some control, and Cal wisely kept silent. Bos opened his eyes and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."
Cal lowered his eyes.
"I'm OK."
Bos took in a deep breath and settled into a more comfortable position, supported on one arm.
"Let's talk about this. Now."
Cal's pulse quickened.
"OK."
Bos dipped his head and ran a hand over his short hair, then lifted it again to look Cal in the eyes.
"We all have duties, Calvin." Cal didn't answer, just waited. Bos went on. "My duty is to protect my home. To protect you. To care for you. To keep you safe, and to make you happy, insomuch as I can." Bos looked down at Calvin, who swallowed reflexively. "You have duties, too."
Cal's face began to heat. Bos was speaking to him as if he were a child.
"I know that." he answered back, annoyed, then immediately wished he hadn't. Bos looked surprised for a moment, then it passed.
"Fine. Then you tell me what your duties are."
Cal looked away.
"I don't know." he mumbled.
"You know."
"I don't - "
"You are a grown man, Cal, not a child. You know damn well what your duties are." Bos's voice raised to border on shouting. Cal shrank back a little. Bos narrowed his eyes. "But I want to hear them from you. You are clever. Articulate. So tell me - explain to me what I want from you and why we are having this conversation."
Cal hesitated, and Bos slipped one hand up to the back of the carrier's neck, where it tightened in encouragement.
"You want me to fuck you." Cal blurted. Bos tilted his head.
"Very good. Why?"
"Because - " Cal hesitated, still having trouble forcing the words from his mouth. "Because you take care of me."
Bos shook his head.
"No. That is not it."
"Because I'm a carrier and it's my place?"
Bos's eyes narrowed and he looked annoyed.
"No."
"Because it's my duty!" Cal tried. Bos shrugged.
"Why is it your duty?"
Cal understood, but still couldn't bring himself to just say it. Bos shook him a little by the neck.
"Because you're my husband." he managed, at last. Bos nodded his satisfaction.
"Yes. And you want to be a good little wife, don't you?"
Cal hesitated and Bos shook him again. "Don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good. And it is a wife's duty to spread his legs for his husband, isn't it?"
Cal swallowed.
"Yes."
"So turn on your back, little wife, because I'm going to fuck you now."

Cal moved quickly, using his hands to support himself, hoping to conceal the fact that he was shaking. Bos waited patiently for Cal to settle himself, idly stroking his own half-hard cock with one hand.
Just do everything they say, Cal reminded himself, hearing his uncle's voice in his head. Even the stuff you don't like.
When Cal was lying on his back, he looked expectantly over at Bos, who hesitated.
"We can do differently. I can lie down - "
"No." Cal shook his head, sure of this if nothing else. "No, I want you on top. Please."
Bos shrugged and moved forward to kneel between his wife's legs, twisting the blankets beneath them. Cal reached with one hand to straighten them.
"Leave it."
Cal paused.
"I'm cold."
Bos glanced over his shoulder to the fireplace, which had burned low.
"You won't be for long."

Bos reached for the edge of Calvin's shirt, pushing it upwards to his stomach, then drawing his hands down to rest on either side of the carrier's thighs. Cal sucked in a breath at the sudden exposure, and his face flushed. Bos paused for a moment, then leaned down reverently and pressed a kiss to Calvin's recently-made-bare skin.
"Tiger and Ami did this."
Cal nodded, startling at the touch of the Russian's lips to his naked skin.
"They said - you would like me better bare."
Bos's guttural groan appeared to support their hypothesis. His cock surged between them, pressing hotly against Calvin's thigh.
"I do, Cadet Murphy. And you have no idea how much."
Bos's eyes were half-lidded, and his hands massaged Calvin's hips in what was meant to be a soothing manner. Cal bolstered himself enough to manage a half a grin.
"I'll send them your thanks."
Bos purred and leant back to examine his prize further.
"You are beautiful, little cadet." he told him, his voice soft, persuasive. "I want you so badly."
Cal's intake of breath made his stomach contract and sent little ripples across his lower body, spurring Bos to greater arousal than he knew was possible.
Calvin was perfect in every way, Bos decided. The nakedness of his pubis was nothing in the grand vision. Calvin was alluring - his intelligence, his innocence, the spread of his hips and the brightness of his eyes, the weight of him - sturdy, not breakable or easily lost, the dip of his navel and the nervous way his hands kept touching-then-not-touching Bos's skin. Bos sent up a silent, brief prayer of thanks. Calvin was absolutely perfect, and Bos believed he had waited a very long time for this.
"Come, little carrier. Open for me." he stroked the insides of Calvin's thighs, pushing them apart just a fraction further. "Show me all of you. Let me see you."

Cal was shivering now, and Bos took the moment to wet two fingers in his mouth and traced them along the outline of Calvin's entrance, evoking a startled cry from the carrier. Cal tensed his hips, then froze, then relaxed as much as he was able. Bos smiled and traced his fingers along the outline, then in, just a little, to trace the inner curves, then back out again to scrape the underside of Calvin's cock with a thumbnail.
"Let me please you." Bos murmured.
The carrier arched his back and made a sound that was not entirely a protest.
"Let me inside of you." Speaking those words, Bos's cock, already flush and heavy with want for the carrier, seemed to swell even further, and Bos shifted to accommodate his growing girth. Calvin's eyes followed him, flicking down to Bos's groin, then back, away, then closing.
"Open your eyes, Calvin." Bos growled, suddenly feeling injured, then possessive. Cal opened his eyes and Bos let a little of his emotions show through. No one else, he thought, trying to put these thoughts into his face. "See me, Calvin. See what I have for you. You think of no one else but me."

Bos kept Calvin like that for a while, his legs splayed and lifted around Bos's hips, his breath coming in short pants and his eyes flicking between his husband and his own body. Calvin's cock was raised by now, heavy, and Bos's own hand was slick with the carrier's arousal.
"You're wet for me." Bos's words were jumbled now, running together between his own vocalizations of pleasure. "So wet, da, yes."
Cal panted, his hands tangled in the bedsheets and the larger man moved them then, lifting Cal's legs off of him so that he could remove his own shirt and briefs. Cal watched, mesmerized and fearful. Like a child looking for the first time into the abyss, over the transfixing edge that meant the death of the extant self. Bos's massive chest was exposed first, the great expanse of muscle and sinew that made up the bulk of his size. With it, arms and shoulders, brawny with strength and marked there and there with scars. Then his cock exposed itself, and Cal wanted to look, but couldn't look, but then had to look. It was no monster - proportional, but given the size of the man himself, it was still a monolith in Calvin's eyes. Cal met Bos's gaze. For once, the expression on that uncompromising face was open, naked, and in it Cal read lust, and worry, and possession and anger and longing and somehow, just around the edges, fear. Bos pulled away from him.

There was a pause, then the big man shook his head and leaned over Cal, reaching for the nightstand. From the top drawer, he retrieved a little bottle, an alcohol pad, and a syringe. He tossed the bottle onto the bed, and carefully uncapped the syringe. Cal watched, confusion battling with panic.
"What is that? What are you giving me?"
Bos looked directly into his eyes, then held up the syringe. There was silence, and the Russian seemed to be considering something. Then, turning his attention back to preparing the syringe, he spoke.
"The shot lasts three months. The protection it offers is not effective for 5 days." with the alcohol pad, he cleaned a spot on Calvin's hip. "I will try to pull out today."
Cal stilled as understanding dawned. Bos administered the shot quickly and turned to set the empty needle aside. Cal caught his wrist.
"Thank you." the carrier's voice was almost pleading, and he blinked damp eyes up at Bos. "I know you didn't have to do that. Thank you."
Bos's heart felt full and painful in his chest, and he understood now his brother's weakness for Tiger because here, with his own carrier before him, looking up into his eyes as if Bos were a god come to earth, it was nearly impossible not to give into any demand made.
Bos set the things aside and smothered his feelings with a kiss, and this time Cal didn't tense or pull away, only relaxed into Bos's touch. Bos ended the kiss and rested his forehead on Calvin's, knowing that he couldn't wait much longer. His cock was beginning to ache with unsatisfied desire.
"You are perfect, dušo."
Calvin nodded and reached out to settle one hand on Bos's hip.
"Don't hurt me, OK?"
Bos's nodded solemnly.
"I will be gentle with you, srce moje."

That was the last thing said between them before they touched again and the need to be inside his carrier overwhelmed Bos with its vehemency. He settled himself between Calvin's thighs again, ignoring the rasp of fingers tightening on his hip and the little gasps for air, lined his cock to Calvin's weeping entrance, and pressed forward, just a little, the head of his cock barely penetrating. Bos paused there, and Calvin keened, but he seemed OK and so Bos pressed a little farther, encountering some resistance now, and when he looked down at Calvin the carrier was in deep focus. Bos kissed him, played over first one nipple, then the other, wanting to please, wanting to ease the worry and the discomfort.
But then the sensation was overwhelming, and Bos pushed in farther, heard Cal hiss and didn't really care because he was so sweet and hot and tight and damp that the only thing that seemed relevant, in the grand scheme of things, was staying inside of him. Bos tried to pull back, to begin the thrust that was coiled in his hips and begging to be released, but Cal stopped him. The carrier held him fast, where he was, with a hand on his hip.
"Wait. Please?"
Bos considered pretending not to have heard because Cal felt so good and he wanted to just keep going, to get buried deep in that swollen, wet heat, to finish inside of his mate...but Cal looked up at him and Bos glimpsed something in his expression, some measure of trust, and knew immediately that he had to obey.
"Hush. It's OK, srce. We'll wait."
"Just - just for a minute, I just need - "
"Hush. It's OK."

Cal nodded and tried to clear his head. The book had said it might hurt, Tiger had said it didn't, not really, and Ami had said it would probably be fine and all of them were wrong because it definitely, definitely did hurt. Cal bit his lip and exhaled slowly, shakily, his thoughts a jumbled mix of try to push through it, don't think about it, it'll stop in a minute, it's your duty, you have to, even the stuff you don't like, no one is coming for you, it's not so bad, Bos loves you, just let him finish, please God just let him finish.
He felt hot, sweaty where his skin and Bos's collided, and damp on his thighs where he had slickened himself with his arousal. But it felt good, for once, to have Bos be this close to him, be this powerful above him. And at least it was over now. Cal felt a massive rush of relief at the thought. Even if it hurt, at least it was over. It wouldn't have to hurt again. He could relax now.
Bos began to stroke his sides, trying to calm him but also urge him on, and Cal was surprised to feel the pressure inside of him easing as well.
"Go. It's OK."
Bos hesitated.
"Are you sure, srce?"
"Da," Cal said, squeezing Bos's hip, "I'm sure."
Bos settled himself closer to Calvin, supporting his weight on his forearms, and lifted one of Cal's legs higher on his hip.
"I can't last long." he warned.
Cal laughed out loud.
"That's OK. Trust me, it's OK. Just...go."
Bos nodded and kissed Cal, pulling back then thrusting forward. On the second thrust, he buried his face in Cal's neck, inhaling the heady scent of his lover, the smell driving him to want to go deeper, farther into his mate. He thrust again and again, his heft moving them backwards on the bed, rumpling sheets and blankets. Bos's cries had devolved into scattered mutterings, and Cal didn't bother struggling to make sense of it.
"Calvin...da, jeb - augh, Calvin, dušo, dušo moja."
Cal just nodded and tried to focus, tried to draw out the little knot of pleasure that had been ignited once or twice by Bos's touch, by his thrust, by the words he murmured to Calvin. It hovered there, just outside of his fingertips, present but elusive, and Cal was reaching farther and farther for it, coming closer and closer when Bos grunted out, "Oh, fuck, Calvin." and pulled out of his grasp, cumming in short spurts all across Calvin's belly and cock and chest.

For a moment, Cal was bewildered, but then he remembered. Bos was kneeling now, head thrown back, eyes shut, balancing on one hand, covering his cock with the other and panting for breath.
"Ahhhh, Calvin. Ah, ljubavi."
He sucked in great breaths for a moment longer, his skin flushed with heat, then composed himself enough to open one eye and check on Cal.
"Are you alright?"
Cal nodded, proud of himself for enduring and even almost sort of enjoying it.
"I'm OK."
Bos looked down, to his carrier's slick and swollen entrance.
"Did I hurt you?"
Cal shrugged.
"It always hurts a little. The first time."
Bos nodded and closed his eyes, clearly lingering in his own pleasure.
"Mmm."
He settled down into a supine position beside Cal, one hand falling on the carrier's stomach and stroking him there. After a moment of silence, wherein Cal wondered whether it would be rude to get up and go bathe now, Bos spoke.
"You are perfect, you know, Cadet Murphy."
Cal wrinkled his nose.
"I think you can just call me Calvin."
Bos laughed.
"OK. You are Calvin. My love. My Calvin."

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