Marked on the Calendar

He got home from the base as the sun began to go down behind the horizon and, as usual on the particular day, he began to go through a certain ritual. First he drew down all of the shades in his apartment except for the one to his bedroom. Then he meticulously shed every piece of his uniform, even the boxer shorts. In place of those garments, he pulled on a button up not-quite-dress shirt and a pair of tight black sleep pants. Not his typical idea of comfort, but it was what the one he was getting ready for preferred. Last of all, he unclasped the chain around his neck, removing a carefully rounded piece of metal, his thumb passing over a bit of a marred, yet familiar array before he placed the strange trinket carefully into a box that then went into a locked drawer of his dresser. He finished his ritual just as the streetlamps began to flicker on, also as usual, and sat down on the edge of the bed facing the window, waiting patiently with eyes closed.

He didn't have to wait long. That was part of the tradition too. What wasn't part of the tradition was the sudden feel of cloth being stretched over his eyes or the way hands held his head to keep him from ducking away as the blindfold was tied.

"What are yo-" he was cut off by a brutally hungry kiss and pushed roughly down onto his back. He twisted in an effort to struggle, thrown off by the break in the routine, but he was unable to get away before his hands were stretched out and strapped to the bedposts with what felt like leather. His mouth was released, and lips trailed over the edges of the blindfold and along his cheek and mouth, much more gentle, but no less hungry. "What is this?" he gasped, his breath hitching the body against his used its knees to push his thighs apart before sliding a hand down to give his groin a light squeeze.

"You weren't here for our last appointment," came the reply, in a voice that was all petulant innocence, even as the hand kneaded more firmly, making him moan, and teeth sank into his lower lip, drawing a sharp hiss.

"You knew I was being sent on an assignment," he growled back, unable to stop the small gasping noises as mouth and hands continued their torture with him being unable to see it. "The chief gave you fair warning, and I even sent word, both before I left and from my temporary post." He instantly regretted the almost snide tone to his rumble, as his captor made a displeased noise and bit his neck hard enough that he felt the burn of broken skin and seeping blood.

"But you weren't here. You made me wait an entire month." The soft near-whine was still as childish as before, sharply contrasting with the way its owner shamelessly ground their hips together, soft moans pulling themselves out of both of them at the feel of their clothed erections against each other. Nails dragged roughly across his chest through the cloth of his shirt, his skin stinging in the aftermath, and he recognized the clear command in the touch to drop the argument in favor of other things, which he wisely obeyed. The mouth at his neck rewarded him for his compliance by gently licking at the bite wound to soothe the burn as they fell into a pattern that was at least a little bit more familiar to them than the past few minutes again, although there were still some differences.

Like the fact that, instead of a careful unbuttoning of his shirt, the hands controlling his body resorted to their old method of simply grabbing cloth and tearing. He winced slightly as he heard the clatter of buttons on the wood floor, knowing he would have to sew them back on later. He arched, pulling at the bindings holding his wrists to the bed with a hiss in the back of his throat as another sharp bite fell against bared skin. There was no tender restraint in his captor’s movements, like there had been for their past few sessions. This was purely carnal, all sharp teeth and sharper nails, not caring if they broke skin or not.

He heard the rip as his pants were forcibly torn from his body, but was already aching too much to feel it. A low, appreciative growl made his body tighten and automatically attempt to close his legs, his nerves recognizing a warning when he heard it. His assailant made him regret that too, nails digging viciously into his hips as the body between his thighs shifted into a better position. Even with the unspoken order to hold still, his mind was beginning to slip into panic mode at the thought of what was coming, and he couldn’t stop himself from squirming in a desperate attempt to delay that.

Thank God the homunculus seemed to realize just what it was that he’d been so terrified was. The noise the figure over him made was frustrated and annoyed, but at least there was a brief, familiar pause and squishing sound before fingers shoved into him hard enough to make him arch off the bed with a cry. He panted sharply as he struggled to get his body to relax as he was opened up, knowing that if he didn’t, it was only going to hurt worse.

The preparation wasn’t long enough, but that was familiar, as was being roughly handled into position, although the fierce ache in his arms as the shift pulled at his bindings was new. Lancing pain shot up his spine at the first thrust. He may have managed to teach his captor about preparation, but moderation was still a lesson to learn. As such, even prepped, the first few thrusts never failed to hurt like fuck as the other body only remembered to hold back on the inhuman strength after an anguished noise or three.

Finally, finally, the pain began to lessen a little as the fifth thrust found his prostate and a semi-rhythm was established. He still hurt, oh, God, he still hurt, but at least now there were the bursts of pleasure from that bundle of nerves to offset things. A hand wrapping around his cock also helped considerably, and, with some effort, he managed to begin moving in a counter rhythm, rocking his hips up into the motions.

Orgasm was tempered with more pain, his own fluids stinging harshly against deep scratches on his chest and stomach. But he didn’t care, his mind blanked out by the rush and heat that hummed through his body and the lethargy that followed when he came down off the high. He vaguely felt the burn again as his assailant buried himself as deep as he could go and came within his body with a hissing growl. They both collapsed to the bed, panting harshly for breath, and he felt fingers blindly fumbling at the cloth over his eyes before the other male finally gave up and just tore at the strip, allowing him the view of slit-pupiled grey eyes practically glowing in the weak moonlight as his captor grinned down at him.

“Untie me?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmm…fine. But don’t leave the bed. We’re not finished yet.”

He groaned softly, but nodded, then winced as the blood rushed back into his hands once the leather strips were removed from his wrists.

“Go ahead and rest, pet,” the homunculus murmured, nuzzling the undamaged side of his neck in almost affection. “We can start again in a few hours.”

He shuddered, but, grateful for any form of respite, obediently closed his eyes.


He smiled down at his chosen mate as the human slept uneasily, running his fingers along scratches and bites. He supposed he should probably patch those injuries up… After all, it really wasn’t the human’s fault he’d been forced to skip out. And besides, so many wounds could work against him, making Jean unable to handle their next rounds. The ever-humming hunger in his body didn’t like that possibility at all, so he slipped off the bed, avoided the dresser, and headed for the bathroom, assuming that Jean kept medical things there the way Brother did.

Full bandages were out of the question for the time being, but there was some sort of ointment that would numb the pain of the wounds and start up the healing process. Good enough. Carrying the little jar with him, he slid back onto the mattress and set to work. He hated the smell of it, but keeping his pet in one piece was more important, since he would have hated more to lose his only source of satiation.

Once he’d finished, he closed and tossed the jar aside, wrapping himself around the larger body. A considerably more feral smile crossed his face, and he licked his lips slowly as ideas for what to do when his mate woke up in a little while began to present themselves. And he would have time to try most of them, which sent a thrill through his body. After all, Brother and the Colonel had been kind enough to allow for an extra day to make up for his deprivation, and it would be easy enough to prevent darling Jean from being able to reach the piece of his former body that lurked in that dresser drawer until he’d savored every hour he’d been allowed.