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So, this is my third submission, a work of fiction created by my wife. I would like everyone reading to leave a comment or two for her. I, myself, do not write, so anything submitted by me will be done by her unless 'specificated' (I know that's not a word. I like to make my own up [Which is why I don't write >>]). As far as the tags go, I may have missed some. Disclaimer: If you shouldn't be reading this because you are underage or you are turned off by male on male butt-secks, leave. Why are you even looking in the M/M section anyways!?

Obsession and Devotion: Dominance Reigns Supreme

The day had been a rough one in general. It had stormed violently all day long without a ray of sunshine throughout the entire day, which had set most of the wolves on edge if not outright combative about things. And because of it being rough, it had been long. I had, though, managed to make it home before it was time to put my son to bed. In fact, I had gotten home before dinner had been served, which I was sure would impress my mate. I was wrong, apparently.

Gaige had been rather evasive with me since I came home, and decidedly unaffectionate. I had no idea why, and had tried to talk to him, but he had no interest in that at all. We ate dinner in silence except for what Landon wanted to talk about and Michael scurried off to curl up on the living room rug in his jaguar form. He was now somewhat peeved, because after dinner, Landon had wandered on over, laid down on the floor literally right on top of him, and fallen asleep. This put him in something of a dilemma, because while he has to clean up after dinner, it would also probably be a bad idea for him to wake Landon up. I ignored the whole situation because it's Gaige's pet to sort out and moved upstairs to take a shower in our bedroom, since my husband was not going to give me anything to go on anyway.

When I got out, dressed only in sweatpants stolen from said husband, I found him pacing in the bedroom back and forth with his arms crossed over his broad chest. Still rubbing the towel over my short, wet hair, I watched him for a moment.

"Are you going to tell me what your problem is now?" I asked him.

He looked at me, and didn't bother trying to hide the fact that his eyes wandered over my body for a little longer than maybe necessary, but they soon met mine. "You're still ignoring him," he said, growl in his tone, "Michael."

I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face, tossing the towel near the hamper. "You've ignored me all day since I've been home because I've ignored your pet?"

"How d'you like it?" he retorted, glaring at me. We could both here Michael pausing in the hallway. "Michael. Bed. In your room." Gaige growled.

"Yes, Master," came the quick, expected acknowledgment, and we both heard him scurry off. I groaned, wondering how Gaige could enjoy hearing that every day, but I knew why. He had grown up with it... from my mouth most of the time, as he and I had grown up. Still, I hate hearing that title.

"Keep being such a damned child, Gaige," I spat, "I'm trying, okay? And I'm sick of your temper tantrums when you don't figure I'm trying enough. I don't really want to hear your little bitch boy calling me Master every five seconds." I had grown up much more humbly than he had, and had no taste for titles despite my position. I preferred people, even my subordinates, use my name.

What I said, for some reason, pissed Gaige off enough that he stopped his pacing and walked directly up into my space, putting his face in my face. Sometimes he just gets into moods. Volatile ones that require the releasing of pent-up energy. But that doesn't mean I'm going to back down from him. I bared my teeth at him just as he did the same. "Back off," I growled. He didn't. He just moved in closer, physically chest to chest with me. We are about the same height, so this put us very much eye to eye as well. Growling more deeply, my Alpha wolf now starting to get pissed off, I shoved at his chest, hard, to back him up physically. He stumbled back maybe a full step and bared his teeth even further, taking it a step further and shoving me up against the wall behind me. Violently. And he pressed himself right up against me again.

As I glared up at him, he spoke. "You don't get to talk about him like that," came his snarling.

I grinned, which seemed to confuse him for the briefest of moments, which I took advantage of immediately. I shoved him back off of me hard enough that he would fly back onto our huge bed. There was a yelp of surprise from him as he hit the memory foam, but I was already following up. Before he could right himself, I pounced on him and pinned him down to the bed, but the memory foam doesn't make for easy balance. He snarled at me, wild and with no attempt at seduction behind it, and shoved me off of him to take the opportunity himself to pin me down. He got me face down and I felt his elbow pressing against my spine, daring me to move to displace his straddling over the small of my back. His teeth, I soon felt, pressed against the back of my neck. I bared my own again and growled, a low, rumbling sound, and twisted my weight under him so that his elbow would shift off my spine and I could reach back and grab him by his shirt, which he had yet to take off, and I threw him over my shoulder onto his own spine.

I'm not trying to hurt him though, which is where I was flawed in my technique. He is angry right now, and angry lycans want blood. I am not angry. Peeved at his challenging my dominance, but not angry. He moved with speed I didn't expect in our own bedroom and literally tackled me off the bed, driving us both down onto the carpeted flooring with me on my back, the wind effectively knocked out of my lungs. I gasped and groaned, trying to suck the air back into my lungs, by which point he was already atop me, staring down at me and having pinned my arms uselessly above my head. Even as I pulled on them with all the strength I had in me, it was no match for the 180lbs or so of weight he had on them, plus his own strength. And my mate is no pushover.

I looked up at him and growled. He had won. I knew that, and he knew I knew that. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, even as I watched them flash the bright, fiery yellow of his wolf, that I knew had nothing to do with his fury. Or maybe everything to do with it. With a burst of strength, I yanked my right arm free and before he could do anything about it, I wrapped my fingers around the back of his head and tangled my fingers in his hair, forcefully pulling his head down closer to mine, and I kissed him. I expected him to snarl and pull away from me, but he did no such thing. The kiss was hard, furious, angry, intense, and perfect. His tongue invaded my mouth whether or not I wanted it to (which I did), and I suckled on it through a rumble in my own throat. I felt his other hand release my wrist and both of his own dropped down below our waists as we kissed so violently. My fingers still wrapped around locks of his thick, messy black hair, holding his head in place as I let the heat of the kiss itself boil in my veins.

Before I knew what he was doing, though, he wrenched free of my grasp and moved swiftly up my body until he actually straddled my shoulders, sitting against my chest. And he had drawn out his awfully hard cock and was pumping it until he tapped it a few times against my lips, silently. Indignant, I wanted to pull away from him because I am not his bitch, but I reminded myself that he had won our little spat, which was admittedly more violent than it usually was. Anyway, that huge meat pressing against my lips was not something I even wanted to refuse. I opened my mouth finally, and he took no time in grabbing the back of my head and pulling it up, shoving his cock all but balls deep into my mouth. I hadn't expected that. I had expected him to simply let me suck on him, not to get my face fucked. I groaned around his dick and choked a little, but he didn't stop, He held my head up with one hand and started driving his cock into my mouth and down my throat. Saliva soon coated my mouth, but once I figured out his rhythm, I was able to breathe briefly before the next thrust and used other time to suck his dick down in my mouth as hard as I could for the brief time he had it there, rubbing my tongue along those hardened, throbbing inches every time they invaded my throat. My face felt beat red and I could feel his heavy balls on my chin as he fucked my face with a vengeance, and all the while he stared right down into my eyes. I'd never done this with him before. He'd never exercised his dominance like this with me. I am the more dominant of the two of us, but that doesn't make him a bitch.

It took him five minutes of drilling my choking, gagging throat for him to finally pull out, finally releasing my head so that he could pump his dick. My own, by this point, was throbbing and aching and I thanked the Moon that I had sweat pants on, nonrestrictive as they are. As though reading my mind, he reached back as he pumped his own cock, and took hold of mine. It made me gasp again, open-mouthed and needful, and I soon felt him spray his first load of hot, sticky cum over the expanse of my bare chest. It burned pleasantly and I could feel it slithering down toward my collar bone even as he pumped more and more of his seed across my skin, some hitting my chin.

Flushed and sweating, I stared up at my husband. "What are you doing?" I asked him, still panting from his face fucking. He squeezed my dick and I groaned, my hips pushing into his fingers.

"What I want to," he answered plainly, his own visage flushed from his orgasm. There wasn't another word spoken between us while he got off of me... and took my sweatpants with him, leaving me nude. He let me peel myself up off the floor, though it didn't last long, as the second I got to my feet, he shoved me over the edge of the bed. I felt his fingers glide down my spine, causing goosebumps to crop up all over my skin before his fingers rubbed over my hole for the briefest of seconds.

I didn't even know what was happening when he shoved his dick inside of me, sinking every last inch of it balls deep into my ass. I gasped and shuddered, effectively speared over his dick as my hips were shoved against the edge of our bed. His cock is huge, a good nine inches and plenty thick, and it spread me open so hard that I couldn't help but squirm against the absolutely stuffed feeling it gave me. He barely spared me half a moment to adjust to what was happening before he grabbed my hips and started thrusting, fast and hard, pounding away at my raised ass as though I were one of his pets, and not his husband or Alpha. He drilled me, thrusting that fat cock in and out of my hole like he hadn't had release in months, which I knew was not true.

My dick ached for attention, throbbing and pulsing angrily against my abdomen as my husband tore my ass up with his cock. I reached down to stroke myself, needing some relief, but he beat me to it and wrapped his own fist around my cock. I sank my face against our bed and shoved myself back against the abuse my ass was taking from him, as he was ramming over and over again into my prostate and shoving me closer and closer to orgasm even without touching my cock, which he was pumping furiously.

"Holy shit, Gaige..." I gasped, gripping my fingers tight around our bed covers. He merely growled at me, a low sound that was nothing but unbelievably erotic to my ears, and I felt his chest come down flush against my back, and his teeth sank into the back of my neck in a painful but dominating, deliciously sexy bite. Yes, I am the more dominant of us, but damn does it feel good to be able-- to be forced by my lover, even-- to give up that control. He snarled against the back of my neck and I moaned out loud to him in answer as another powerful, ramming thrust slammed into my prostate and made me buck. I was sure I would have his teeth marks on my neck for the next couple of days, and I didn't mind a bit.

As the minutes ticked, he rammed me harder and harder until I could scarcely tell the difference between him drawing out or slamming back in. His fingers tightened around my cock, rubbing the head every time they came up, and I could feel his nuts hitting mine every now and again as he reamed me mercilessly. I wondered even if he fucked Michael with this much passion and fervor. It seemed he could feel how close I was, though, because his lips moved from my throat and up to my ear.

"Don't cum," he rumbled, and I nodded, though it would be easier said than done. I'm not used to staving off my own orgasm. Normally I don't lose those little sparring matches. His words, though, came more as a request this time than an actual command.

He pounded me for minutes more, grunting and groaning himself in time with my own moans. My ass felt ravaged and used, gloriously, and my body was absolutely coated and shimmering in sweat. My husband's earlier orgasm had been cleaned off my chest by the bed covers. Two or three more thrusts and I felt him slam into me one more time and his body start to jerk as he growled and grunted, his fingers gripping my hips so tiredly that it almost hurt. I felt him seeding me, cumming hard into my insides and coating them with more of his cum. He exploded hard this time, pumping his seed into me with short, jerking thrusts and hitched breath as his nails dug into my skin. His finish came without my finish, which annoyed me as I felt him slowly drawing out his exhausted, spent dick. I could feel his cum trickling out of my properly abused hole and down toward my balls, which made me shudder.

With much gentler hands than he had been using, he drew me to stand up and turned me around, catching my lips in a much more tender, loving kiss that still involved plenty of tongue, but it lacked the viciousness as before. I kissed him back and moved to hug him around the waist, but he was already making his next move, dropping down onto his knees before me.

This, I knew, was something only I would ever see, and only in the privacy of our room. A submission he showed nobody else, despite the absolute, unquestionable dominance he had just used with me. His mouth engulfed my aching, needful cock and sucked it down hard and with prowess that only comes to a man who loves doing it, and my head immediately fell back with eyes shut from the pleasure of it as he sucked my dick to the roof of his mouth, and down his throat. He didn't want me to cum because he wanted to taste me.

His hands gripped my ass, pulling me into his mouth more, because apparently balls deep wasn't deep enough. He sucked me hard and with fervor, bobbing his head up and down along my shaft, but it wouldn't take that much effort. I was already way too close from his dick ravaging my hole. Soon enough, my fingers tangled in his thick hair again and I wrenched his head down on my cock until his lips were flush with my pelvis, and I blasted stream after stream of my cum deep into his mouth and over his tongue as I pulled back just a little bit. My groans filled the room as I exploded, my cock no doubt filling up his mouth with hot seed as he had just filled my ass. He sucked me even as I came, apparently very intent on sucking out every single last drop that existed in my balls, and I gave him every drop. He sucked it all down and swallowed it, then crawled back up onto my body, pressing me down into the bed as he literally climbed over top of me.

I pulled him down against me so that his weight would rest on me, and I peppered his jaw and neck with loving kisses. The feel of him so close, his weight warming me and soothing me, reminded me of why I completely intended to spend the rest of my days with him. "Feel better now, love?" I asked him quietly, murmuring the words against his ear. I felt him nod against my shoulder, both of us breathing very rapidly, and very slick with sweat.

"Pent up aggression and whatnot," he mumbled back, then kissed my collar bone, "Sorry."

I knew he wasn't apologizing for the sex, but the negativity that had eventually led up to it. I reached a hand up and pushed it through his hair, then wrapped both my arms back around him again. I could feel him falling asleep against me, so I scooted us both back up further onto the bed so I wasn't hanging uncomfortably off of it anymore. "It's alright," I assured him, "You made up for it." I let the slowing of his breathing fill my ears as the moon bathed us both through the open window, and I nuzzled my face into his shoulder as he drifted off. I was awake for a while longer, but never in five hundred years have I minded simply watching him sleep.

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I (being the husband) role-play Gaige and my wife role-plays Michael and Nathan. This story is simply a pivotal moment in the role-play where Nathan finally gets a proper pounding, along with some other fundamental character building. Provided that enough people want to see more, I'll be encouraging her to continue to write, but I need support from the readers. Let me know.... No. Better yet! Let HER know that you want to see more stories by commenting on this one and saying so! We have a lot more installments to put up here! If you're finding yourself at a loss for who everyone in the stroy is, PM me or ask in a comment below so that everyone will know! We'll answer them as quick as we can.