Chapter Text
The silence in Sylus's private office had weight.
Not the comfortable kind..the kind that pressed against the ear like pressure before a storm. Leather and sandalwood hung in the air, expensive. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the neonlit sprawl of the N109 Zone 5 stories below, but the glass was tinted black from the outside. No could look in.
Sylus didn't turn from his desk.
"The door was locked," he said, voice smooth. "I'm curious how you got through it."
Behind him, a low growl vibrated through the room.
Valko stood just inside the entrance, golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His burgundy hair was disheveled, falling across his forehead in messy strands. His wolf ears were pinned back, flat against his skull. His tail thick and dust red lashed once, twice.
"You called me here," Valko said. The words came out rough, more accusation than statement.
"I sent a message. Very different thing." Sylus finally turned his chair around.
He didn't stand. Didn't flinch at the sight of Valko barging in.
The growl that tore from Valko’s throat wasn’t a warning it was a threat.
He lunged.
No warning. No hesitation. Just the explosive threat of a predator who’d decided the talking was over. His claws weren’t claws yet, but the air around his right hand shimmered and solidified. Metal flowed up from the titanium cuff on his wrist a gift he never removed stretching into a blade that caught the lamplight like a grin.
Sylus didn’t move from his chair.
Black n red tendrils came from the floor between them. Energy went upward in jagged ribbons, forming a strong grip that caught Valko’s descending strike. The impact rang through the office. Papers on Sylus’s desk shivered. A pen rolled.
“You’re fast,” Sylus said, finally rising. He adjusted his cufflink. “But not fast enough.”
Valko snarled, wrenching his blade free. Golden eyes blazed. His ears flattened impossibly further, and his tail thumped behind him as he lunged, low and feral, to swing again. This time he didn’t aim for chest he swept the blade at Sylus’s ankles, a crippling cut meant to put the Onychinus leader on the floor where he belonged.
Sylus stepped over it. His body dissolved into a smear of darklight, reappearing 3 feet to the left with one hand already raised. A pulse of crimson energy slammed into Valko’s chest, not hard enough to break bone but hard enough to send him skidding backward. His shoulderblades struck the reinforced glass of the floor to ceiling window. The pane groaned. Didn’t crack.
“This glass cost more than your monthly operating budget,” Sylus murmured. “Try not to break it.”
Valko pushed off, metal now crawling up both forearms in overlapping seach other. Gauntlets. He slammed his fists together. His lips peeled back to show canines not just wolfish features, the real thing. Long and sharp.
He charged again.
This time Sylus let him get close.
Valko’s right hook went past Sylus’s ear; the left cross would have caved in a human skull. Sylus caught it. Energy coiled around Valko’s wrist like a viper, black bleeding into red, and the gauntlet screamed as the metal bent inward not breaking, but constricting. Sylus twisted. Valko’s arm wrenched behind his back, and his chest met the polished surface of the desk with a grunt.
“You’ve been snapping at my hand for weeks,” Sylus said, close to his ear. “Did you think I wouldn’t collar you eventually?”
Valko bucked.
Energy restraints snapped around his ankles, his other wrist, his waist. The black red bands pulled him flush against the desk, facedown, tail lashing uselessly against Sylus’s thigh. He could feel the heat of the man behind him.
“Get off—”
“No.”
Sylus leaned his weight into the hold. The chair groaned as he sat, essentially, on the edge of the desk beside his captive. One hand kept Valko secured. The other traced the base of a wolf ear.
Valko shuddered.
“You can break these restraints if you really want to,” Sylus said conversationally. “Metallization Evol. You can get out of my hold. Yet you’re not doing it.”
Valko’s silence was a confession.
“You’re not here to kill me.” Sylus’s fingers moved from ear to jaw, tilting Valko’s face toward him. The golden eyes were wet at the corners. Fury, maybe. Something else. “You’re here because you’re exhausted from fighting yourself arent you puppy? . You want someone to make the choices for a while.”
“I don’t—”
“Puppy.”
The word hit harder than the energy had. Valko’s whole body went rigid, then, horribly, soft. His pinned tail drooped. A sound escaped him not a growl, not a whimper. Maybe a mix of both?
Sylus watched the surrender the silent submission. He waited.
“Say you want this.”
Valko’s throat worked. The metal gauntlets wnt down on their own, “...want this.”
“Want what?”
“Fuck. You.” The words were torn from somewhere deep. “I want…you..”
“Good.” Sylus released the restraints. “On your knees.”
Valko slid off the desk. He hit the carpet with a thud, palms flat on his thighs, face turned up. The wolf ears were forward. Attentive. Waiting.
Sylus unbuckled his belt with the same efficiency he used on everything. Valko’s breath hitched when Sylus palmed himself already thick, already hard, the head of his cock flushed a deep angry rose. He wasn’t gentle about presenting it.. he fisted the base, tapped it once against Valko’s lips, smearing dampness there.
“Open.”
Valko’s jaw opened. Sylus pushed in without another word.
The first two inches made Valko’s eyes water. The third made him choke. His throat constricted, and Sylus withdrew only to thrust deeper, one hand threading into that wild burgundy hair, fingers curling around the base of a wolf ear. The sound Valko made was gargling and desperate, his tongue flattened, his nose buried in silver white curls.
“Breathe through your nose,” Sylus said. “You’ll pass out if you don’t.”
Valko’s hands flew up, not to push away but to grip Sylus’s thighs. Hard. Claws, actual claws, pricked the expensive fabric of his trousers but didn’t tear. Sylus began to move.
Not gentle thrusts. but brutally fucking his face.
The wet sounds filled the office. The way Valko’s throat bulged obscenely with each thrust, the way saliva slicked his chin and dripped onto his shirt. Every time Sylus pulled back, strings of drool connected them. Every time he shoved back in so deep, Valko gagged , eyes streaming, ears trembling.
“Look at me.”
Valko’s eyes rolled up, golden irises half-drowned in tears. The defiance was still there, a tiny ember. His tail had started to wag. Not as aggresive as before but in a sort of a low, hesitant way across the carpet.
Sylus saw it. Smirked. “There’s my puppy.”
He pulled out entirely. Valko gasped, coughed.. His whole face was ruin swollen lips, wet cheeks, eyes red rimmed and dazed.
“Up.”
Sylus hauled him by the collar of his shirt, spun him, and walked him backward until his chest hit the window. The black glass was cool even through fabric. City lights swam five stories below, a neon bloodstream through the N109 Zone’s dark arteries. Valko’s palms pressed flat against the tinted surface as Sylus kicked his ankles apart.
“This is the part,” Sylus murmured, mouth against the back of his neck, just below the wolf ears, “where you learn who you belong to.”
His palm connected with Valko’s ass before the word even landed.
The slap cracked through the room, sharp and Valko cried out not in pain, or not only pain.. Sylus hit him again, lower, on the ass curve. The skin went pink. Then red. Valko’s tail wrapped instinctively around Sylus’s forearm, not restraining, just… holding.
“You’ll count them.”
“One …”
Two more in quick succession.
“T-two.”
“That’s not counting very well.”
“Three .. ah, fuck! four, five—!”
Sylus didn’t let him finish. He dragged Valko’s trousers down to mid-thigh, positioned himself, and slammed in.No lube, no preparation. Just raw.
Valko’s head snapped forward. A guttural noise left him, something between a howl and a sob. Sylus gave him no time to adjust. His hips snapped in a brutal, punishing rhythm, the sound of skin on skin rang through the office. His fingers dug into Valko’s hip with one hand; the other grabbed the base of that thick tail and pulled hard .
Valko’s whole body arched. His claws scraped the window, leaving faint scratches.
“Look at you.” Sylus’s voice was barely strained, professional even while buried deep. “Chairman of EonCore Tech. Everyone out there thinks you’re the big bad wolf.” Another thrust, deeper. “But in here you’re just my drooling, whimpering little bitch.”
Valko made a sound that might have been yes .
“That’s right.” Sylus bent over him, driving up at an angle that made Valko’s knees buckle. “You needed this. Needed someone strong enough to put you on your knees and keep you there.”
His hips slowed. Turning rougher. Valko sobbed openly now, tears and drool smearing the tinted glass, his whole body trembling around as sylus's big cock splitted him open. His cock was trapped, leaking against the window, untouched.
“Who do you belong to?”
Valko’s voice was wrecked. “You.”
“Say my name.”
“Sylus …”
“Good boy.” Sylus’s hand came down on his ass again, and Valko clenched around him so tight that Sylus’s rhythm stuttered for the first time.