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 MxM  Romance  Erotic Lupus in Fabula [Sayd x Nev]

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  1. Nevermind

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    The coziness of the low bar light and the warmth flooding his veins thanks to the whiskey suited Viggo well. Though he had never complained about spending so much of his time out in the deepest parts of the swamp with Dusty, there was pleasure to be found in being out and about with him. It was easy to sit, drink, even flirt with his older companion, though Dusty seemed to have trouble knowing how to handle the latter. Viggo didn’t mind so much; the strong, rugged, “straight” type was one he’d encountered many times before, and he’d come to fancy the older man’s surly demeanor when it didn’t impact him directly. They could certainly make up for the disproportionate level of affection later on.

    Nursing his beer, Viggo paid little mind as the cook came to offer his apologies. They were in no rush. As long as the alcohol kept pouring, both men would stay in an easy, forgiving mood.

    That passive demeanor shifted as both the cook and Dusty stiffened upon recognizing one another. Viggo set down his beer, eyebrows raised.

    The two traded short, tense sentences. Viggo’s eyes narrowed, scanning the human behind the bar up and down. Tall. Fit. Bulkier than himself. Handsome, in that rugged, “just spent three hours working on his truck” kinda way. A completely different aesthetic from the lean and fair Viggo.

    The young wolf tensed up as the human leaned in, boldly commenting on how “public” Dusty was being. Public? They were drinking, not sucking dick at the bar. Though Viggo had never hidden his sexuality, did simply being in the same room as him somehow translate into some weird social statement? He didn’t think so, and he certainly hoped Dusty didn’t either, lest the older man refuse to go out with him again.

    “I’m Viggo,” he chimed in, smiling that too-wide smile of his. Viggo didn’t like this whispering, didn’t like the implication that this man and Dusty had something between them. Was this someone Dusty had been intimate with the past? Judging by the hushed tones, it surely seemed so. Viggo had never doubted Dusty had his fair amount of action before he came along, but it was a strange and unsettling feeling to have one just appear before them. Was this the type of man Dusty liked?

    “Who exactly might you be?”
     
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    The young man waited, giving Dusty the time to introduce him or provide some sort of story to the expectant Viggo.

    “No?” he said with a snort, then turned to look at the other man. “Apparently I’m no one. It’s Garrett,” he introduced, while snubbing the other man who should have remembered. Food up chimed, and he turned to get their plates. He set them down in front of them and shifted back to the cash register. He was already planning on comping their meals for the wait and hassle, so he cashed them out, crossed off their bill, and returned with the receipt.

    “Save yourself the aggravation and find you someone who is actually going to appreciate you,” Garrett advised, writing a phone number down on the folded over receipt. “I apologize for the delay. Everything’s taken care of.” He slid the receipt over to Viggo, giving Dusty a pointed smile before grabbing a towel to wipe his hands on.

    “You though, are a shitbag.”

    “It wasn’t like that,” Dusty grumbled, looking over Viggo to try and snatch the receipt. What had he written on it?
    “Oh?” Garrett said, “No, go on. What was it like then?”

    “It doesn’t fucking matter, now does it?” Dusty snapped, starting to get more and more irritated.

    “Maybe not for me. Matters to someone now. I’m sure you haven’t changed.”

    By that point, Dusty had managed to get the receipt from Viggo to see what he’d written on it. The larger man went furious, turning his gaze to Garrett.

    “Are you fucking kidding?”
     
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    Dusty's reticence was thick, hanging in the air like a heavy fog. The human's patience wore thin quickly, the snapping of his delicate thread escaping in the form of an aggravated scoff. Garrett was snippy and passive aggressive, though he seemed to hold no hostility toward the new "friend," much to Viggo's surprise.

    Viggo had slowly begun eating his steak fries in a confused, awkward silence, expecting to dig deeper into the mystery between these two once Garrett had returned to the kitchen. Who was Garrett to Dusty? Clearly not "no one," as Garrett had sarcastically snipped, judging by the way Dusty sat, every muscle in his body wound far too tightly.

    A mouthful of fried potato was a major contributing factor to Viggo's stunned silence as Garrett returned. "Wait, what are you--" he began, hastily swallowing his food. Quick, curious fingers reached for the folded receipt. He raised an eyebrow when he discovered the phone number scribbled across the top of the slip of paper. Not only had Garrett unexpectedly recommended Viggo leave Dusty, he was presenting himself as an alternative. Here, in public, clearly unafraid of making his intentions known.

    Had Garrett met and propositioned Viggo a few months ago, the young wolf would have little reason to turn him down.

    Not allowed to linger on this dumbfounding turn of events, Viggo's attention was stolen by his companion's quickly escalating irritation. Garrett seemed unaffected, challenging Dusty's sharp and insufficient responses. When Dusty attempted to snatch the receipt from his hand, Viggo pulled back, scowling.

    "Chill out," Viggo warned, though caution and restraint was never Dusty's strong suit. Moore had attested to that, and Viggo had seen examples for himself.

    Garrett interjected another quick verbal jab, irritating Dusty further. The larger wolf grabbed the receipt from Viggo's fingers and unfolded it, finding the paper's contents to be to his distaste.

    "Hold the fuck on," Viggo snapped, sliding his plate of food out of the way. He placed a hand on Dusty's shoulder, looking at the handsome smirking human behind the bar. "Can someone please explain to me what the fuck y'all are talking about? What did he do to you?" Viggo asked Garrett plainly.
     
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    “Ask him,” Garrett told Viggo, “though hard to get answers from a man buried so deep in denial he’s slowly suffocating. I’ve got to get back to work, but you know how to reach me. Enjoy your meals.” A smirk, and the young man was gone back around the corner, into the kitchen. Dusty was left seething, Viggo’s hand at his shoulder, as if that would stop him from throwing himself across the bar at the other man.

    “We should go,” Dusty growled, his patience gone for the evening. The female bartender took this as her cue to bring them fresh beers, though she hadn’t been entirely sure what all had just transpired.

    “Garrett can be a little sensitive about his food. If you don’t like it, I can put in something else for you,” she said politely. That would explain the comped meals and the young man’s attitude. Short staffed already, everyone’s nerves were a bit high, though she hoped to smooth things over with their current guests.

    “Nothing’s wrong with the food,” Dusty told her with a sigh, coaxed back to sitting with the cold beer. “And I don’t want it for free either.” He pulled his wallet out and slapped cash across the bar to slide to her. Plenty to cover their meals, tip, and any further alcohol they’d consumed.

    “If he don’t want it, pocket it. I don’t give a shit. More whiskey shots,” he decided. He wouldn’t have another man feeding them, and he wasn’t privy to handouts. While Dusty could be cheap in a lot of areas, he stood firm in this area. Same as he refused the free food ‘offering’ of peace at the last place.
     
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    Lips parted, words caught on a tongue momentarily frozen, Viggo stared as Garrett retreated back to the kitchen on a wave of ominous words. The human smiled cheekily at him, perhaps satisfied in knowing he had sowed the seed of curiosity in Dusty's new plaything. It was bound to sprout tension between the two men, but it seemed Garrett cared little about that and more about simply telling Dusty--in far more polite phrasing--to fuck off. And if he ended up reaping the rewards of such tension and found a new man in his bed, perhaps to Garrett that was all the better.

    Dusty, irritable and sans patience, was already demanding they leave. Viggo had no intention of doing so. Garrett had managed to escape their encounter unscathed, returning to the kitchen before Dusty could heave him over the bar. The bartender, clearly knowledgeable in the ways of soothing testy patrons, came bearing the irresistable gift of alcohol. That, plus a little mild guilt, seemed to settle Dusty. The big man eased himself back into his seat, slapping down a handful of cash.

    Viggo waited until the bartender had brought over two more rounds of shots. The whiskey burned on its way down in that pleasurably masochistic way Viggo had always favored. After stuffing a few more fries into his mouth, he turned on Dusty, voice low but firm.

    "You wanna explain to me why that man has such a high opinion of you?" Viggo asked, eyebrows raised. "What the fuck did you do? And don't you sit there and try to blow me off or tell me it don't matter. I'm here, and I'm telling you it matters. He some ex-boyfriend of yours? Or is that too strong a word for you? Let me rephrase: did y'all used to go fishing?" Viggo added mockingly, downing another shot.
     
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    “Viggo, I didn’t remember his name,” Dusty pointed out, trying to let the young man draw his own conclusions so he didn’t have to spell it out for him. Suddenly, he was hungry, and happy to slide the plate in front of him. It might give him a few moments to calculate his words. He sighed, not nearly drunk enough to be dealing with everything.

    “It was before you. You done already said it. None of that matters. Didn’t go fishin’. Happened once. One night. I went home, and that was that.” Dusty wanted that to be the end of it. He reached to light a cigarette, hoping the young man stayed out of sight for the reminder of the evening. He didn’t need anymore commentary from Garrett. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop himself from dragging him over the bar and showing him just how much of a shitbag he could be.

    “Didn’t follow me home or nothin like you did.” Dusty reached for the shot. “Came back looking for him but decided against it and went home. That was the end of it. Then, shortly after, you started causin’ me trouble and you ain’t left since. No need to get your fuckin’ panties in a wad.”

    He caught the bartender’s eye and pointed to the empty shotglasses, signaling another round.
     
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    Viggo listened, frown marring his sharp features, but he listened. The story didn't sound implausible. They fucked. Dusty didn't care enough to repeat their time together, though from the sounds of things Garrett had received the impression that their tryst would continue. Viggo couldn't help but wonder what Dusty did to encourage such thoughts, but even he could see it would be unreasonable to hold that against Dusty indefinitely. Whatever he did or didn't do, Garrett had developed his own feelings on their time together, all of it leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Bad enough to flirt with Dusty's new "fishing buddy," it seemed.

    The pieces didn't add up perfectly. Why would Garrett say that stuff about appreciation and being in public if all he and Dusty had was a one night stand? Viggo had indulged in plenty of those in his twenty-six years, and never had he left a dalliance so bitter. Though he would have been lying if he acted like there hadn't been times he'd wanted more. Like with Dusty. Perhaps Garrett had felt similarly, but hadn't been bold--or stupid--enough to keep pursuing once Dusty broke contact.

    His latter thoughts were all but confirmed when Dusty ended his story with snide remarks and insults. Viggo, seconds from being ready to drop the issue completely, felt a renewed irritation as he snatched another shot glass from the line the bartender had provided them. "Is that all I am to you?" Viggo spat, gulping down whiskey as if the liquor could quench the irate fires raging in his belly. "Just some annoying little bitch you couldn't shake? Bringing you nothing except trouble, huh?"

    The statement hurt. Not because Viggo felt Dusty was being unnecessarily cruel, but because what he said was at least partially true. Viggo had come in pushy and persistant, wanting to be with Dusty whether Dusty really seemed interested or not, dragging a whole mess of pack and emotional baggage behind him. If Viggo hadn't decided to come back day after day, imposing on Dusty's privacy, chances were high Dusty never would have taken the initiative to go after him. Even now, Viggo couldn't be so sure Dusty wouldn't let him go if he chose to just get up and walk out.

    Not that Viggo had anywhere else to be.

    The young man's anger reached its peak. His glass came down with a sharp clack. "Don't you fucking sit there and emasculate me," Viggo growled, pointing a finger in Dusty's face. "Unlike some people, my dick actually works when I want it to, so maybe check yourself before you go insinuating I'm some kinda bitch."
     
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    Dusty sat contemplative, fingers wrapped around his beer. Things then, compared to things now. Viggo had been more persistent than anyone he’d known. For some reason, Viggo had liked him. Garrett had as well, though Dusty had lacked the confidence to pursue anyone or anything outside of a single encounter. Time spent talking about possibilities didn’t matter so much the next morning, and Dusty was ready to go back beneath his cloak of denial. An endless cycle of progress and regression in which the man never actually got anywhere.

    Things were different with Viggo though. The young man pushed and challenged him. Viggo’s confidence and determination with what he wanted in life spread to everything he touched though. What might have Dusty done had he not come back?

    Dusty turned, about to say something to Viggo but snapped his mouth shut as the other young man continued. His contemplative attitude was quickly replaced with anger, and he swung to backhand Viggo across the face for the insinuation that he was lacking as a man.

    “You better watch your fucking mouth. Gettin’ awful bold,” he growled at the young man, distracted from his thoughts and coaxed to a more base level of violence.
     
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    Viggo felt the backhand across his jaw, sharp and forceful, intended to punish. His head snapped to the side with the impact. Viggo growled, rubbing at his open jaw. Unlike the last time Dusty had saw fit to make contact with Viggo's face, there was no blood. Viggo's face was unlikely to swell up this time, perhaps nothing more than a bright red splotch would mar his cheek. Good for him; Viggo was tired of looking broken and ugly.

    He snatched at the final whiskey-filled shotglass, tossed the liquor down his throat and waved the bartender over. She came slowly, having seen and heard the backhand crack against Viggo's cheek. "Would you be so kind as to box the remainder of this up for me," Viggo asked politely, nudging the leftover food on his plate.

    Turning to Dusty, his eyes narrowed dangerously. He reached out, clutching at Dusty's shirt with a tight fist. "You wanna fucking beat me for being too bold, do it outside," he hissed, pushing Dusty away with a harsh shove. Running away from Dusty wasn't an option anymore. It came down to far more than Viggo not having anywhere else to go; he didn't mind that so much. He could sleep out in the brush if he had to, hunting critters for sustenance should Dusty decide he didn't want him around anymore. All that didn't matter.

    Though it had hurt Viggo, Dusty's comment on his persistence was accurate. Only now, Viggo was involved. He liked Dusty. No, that wasn't right. He cared for Dusty. Wanted him. Felt a pull to him in ways he didn't have the words to explain. Wolves didn't throw around words like love, but Viggo certainly felt possessive, needy, and he looked to Dusty to help encourage, soothe, or comfort him.

    He didn't want to leave Dusty. And despite knowing that Dusty could tear him apart if he so wanted to, Viggo was now either too invested, too bold, or simply too fucking stupid to be afraid.

    He hopped off his chair, blood running hot, the side of his face where Dusty had hit him already turning pink. "You wanna fight, come fucking fight me, big man," Viggo sneered, heading toward the exit.
     
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    Viggo was pissed, issuing him a challenge that Dusty was not sure was wise. A harsh shove sent the bigger man off the bar stood, staring the other in the face. Outside then. He flared his nostrils, watching the young man make his way to the exit. Equally angry, Dusty followed him out, ignoring the bartender trying to pack up their meals for them. Garrett had come back out to see what had just happened, and she explained it to him.

    “I swear to fucking god,” he grumbled, and turned to go back into the kitchen. At least they weren’t doing it inside his family establishment. If it got serious outside, someone would let him know, and he could call the cops. Some fighting he understood, provided they didn’t damage anything besides themselves. Most patrons kept doing what they were doing, ignoring the commotion because it was fairly commonplace.

    Viggo moved quickly, and with a purpose. The door was swinging closed as Dusty reached it, following the young man out into the dark. To Dusty, that slap to the face had been earned. If he wanted more, he was happy to answer that calling but he wasn’t going to pull punches just because they were fucking or Viggo was smaller than him.

    “Slow the fuck down,” Dusty snarled, snatching and spinning Viggo around by the elbow when he finally did catch up with him.
     
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    Dusty's yanking spun the light Viggo on his heel. He tugged his arm away, seething, though the alcohol and general agitation had left him feeling loose and mouthy. "Can't fucking keep up? What a shocker," he spat, reaching out to tangle his fingers in Dusty's shirt again.

    "Here's your chance, go on now," Viggo said, reaching up with his free hand to grip at Dusty's hard jaw. "I'm just some clingy, irritating fuckboy, right? Go ahead and teach me a lesson. You're so damn good at that. Come on, hit me." He growled again, pushing Dusty away in a fit of frustration. How did Dusty have the power to make him so mad, to be so harsh, to say all these things he didn't really mean?

    "You're so goddamn infuriating, you know that?" he yelled, kicking at the unpaved dirt. "You drive me wild then get mad when I call you out on your bullshit. Telling me I'm trouble, acting like I'm some kinda problem-bringing bitch. I didn't mean to do all that. I didn't wanna 'cause you problems, I just wanted to fucking be around you. Why you gotta act like I'm so damn annoying?"

    Though Viggo realized Dusty most likely hadn't intended to, the older man had hit a nerve. The young wolf had been made to feel a burden his whole life; the mere thought of Dusty seeming him that way sent his mind spinning, far more than just the thought of dealing with Dusty's ex... whatever. Perhaps Garrett had been right. Dusty has forced him to be "no one," through no fault of his own.

    "Come on, if I'm so troublesome, hit me," he demanded again, stepping up against Dusty once more, shoving his own face into Dusty's.
     
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    “God dammit, Viggo,” Dusty growled, snatching his face away as the young man grabbed him. He still had his hand tangled in his shirt, and Dusty still had a hold of him at his elbow when Viggo pushed him away again. He continued, and it was hard to keep up with what Viggo was mad about now. It had gone from one thing to another. Dusty was pretty sure he was supposed to be angry about something as well, but the moment had passed.

    Stop,” he told him, grabbing hold of his wrist when he came in close again. He was dragging Viggo to the old truck, thinking it was probably time they go home. And likely never go out anywhere ever again. It would be safer for everyone involved.

    “That’s enough of this. You told me you were going to be trouble from the fuckin’ start, and you have been. Believed you then, yet I ain’t kicked you out, have I?” At least not recently, and not since Viggo had become a part of their pack. Things had settled into some sort of normalcy for the two of them. They fought, a lot, but still generally went to bed together.

    “Guess I fuckin’ signed up for all of it, makin’ sure you got to stay. Too chickenshit before, to ask for something I wanted. You made it easy, just takin’ up there and I don’t mind having you around, for all the fuss you do cause. Didn’t think you were goin’ to come back and know I would have been too much of a coward to go out after you, but not for lack of wantin’. You’re a better man than I am in a lot of ways.” He knew what he wanted and went for it. Dusty was lightyears behind him in that regard.
     
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    Viggo's anger fled quickly, his puffed up demeanor deflated by Dusty's refusal to raise to the bait. Instead, the older man was dragging him around again. A tendency Viggo had quickly gotten used to and didn't find much reason to mind. He was still fussing, attempting to tug his arm away from his partner's iron grip before Dusty started talking, his words hitting Viggo's ears like discordant notes. His brain struggled for a moment to put all the sounds together in their proper place.

    "Wait, stop. Stop. Stop," he demanded, digging his heels into the ground until Dusty halted his pulling. "You mean all that?" Viggo asked incredulously, brows knitted as he stared at the older man. He shook his head, a bemused grin claiming his face.

    "Fuck, you're stupid," Viggo laughed. "It ain't a damn crime to be happy, y'know that, right? You're allowed to have what you want." He lifted up a hand, pointing back to the bar. "That boy in there so damn mad because you didn't go after him when you could have. You were right there, and you could have if you had just tried." He dropped his hand, shrugging his shoulders flippantly. "Though, I suppose it's better that you didn't. Otherwise you and me wouldn't be here, huh."

    He inhaled deeply, surprised at even his own mercurial nature. It was easy to blame the influence of the whiskey and beer, but deep down he knew it didn't really have anything to do with the alcohol. "You ain't doing nothing wrong, wanting what you want," he said gently. He reached for Dusty once again, reverting back to his sweet side. Fingers wrapped themselves up in Dusty's shirt, not from anger, but from desire for closeness. "Only thing stopping you is you. You know what I do when someone tells me I can't have what I want? I say 'fuck you' and do whatever I want anyway," he exclaimed, smirking.

    "Just be honest with yourself, Dusty. What the fuck do you want?"
     
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    “Plenty of things you don’t know about me. Some people don’t deserve to have everything they want,” Dusty said, frowning, making his way towards the truck still. He’d let Viggo go and opened the truck door. Windows were down, and he reached to make sure the passenger side was unlocked. About that time, the bartender had run out to hand Viggo the boxes. She made eye contact with him. Dusty had forgotten about the food but was watching her in his mirror.

    “You don’t have to go with him. Someone will give you a ride home,” she whispered, looking at the other man nervously.

    “He’s fine,” Dusty growled at her, though that didn’t exactly help the situation. She stood there, holding the boxes awkwardly and chewing the inside of her lip.

    “Viggo, get in the fucking truck,” he shouted, ready to be done with the evening and go home. He’s lost all his patience for the outside world and wondered why he made an effort to go out at all. Laziness, mostly. It saved them a trip stopping at the store for alcohol, and there was something nice about sitting at a bar, smoking and drinking. Recently, that appeal had been lost with everyone wanting to start shit.
     
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    Viggo tilted his head at the bartender, eyeing her nervous glances, the anxious way she chewed on her lip. "We live together, so all that would do is waste gas," he joked dismissively, before Dusty spoke up, certainly not doing much to help the poor woman's view of the situation.

    "Thank you for bringing out our food, you're a doll." He reached out, taking the boxes from her with a light sigh. Just once he would like to actually finish a meal out in public with Dusty, but the so far the world had seemed all too intent on making sure that never happened.

    "Don't mind him," Viggo began gently, before turning to yell mockingly over his shoulder, "he just don't know how to behave properly!"

    The young wolf cradled the boxes in one arm, reaching out with his free hand to graciously pat the bartender's shoulder. "I'm fine. And I don't mean in that 'oh lord, he's in denial, poor boy' type way. Really, I'm fine, but thank you for coming out here to check on me. I don't think many would do that." And he meant it. In his experience, too many people were all too comfortable turning the other cheek when a gay man was exposed to violence. That she was willing to come out there with her nervous whispers spoke volumes.

    "You take care, miss. If I'm ever by this way, I'll stop in and say hi, okay?" After this shitshow, Viggo doubted Dusty would ever be willing to come out this direction again, but Viggo liked keeping possibilities open.

    He turned away, heading toward the truck with his irate companion fuming inside. "Maybe if you shut your mouth for once and controlled yourself, people wouldn't think you were a damn boyfriend beater," Viggo snapped, slamming the truck door as he dumped himself and the boxes inside. "All that pent up aggression and nothing to fucking do with it but yell at innocent women and pop me in the damn face, huh?"

    Viggo scowled, irritation coming back after he'd been so willing to let it go, that brief moment of sweetness between them soured by Dusty's bad attitude.
     
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    “Why the fuck would you go back?” Dusty growled, it not lost on him that Garrett had tried hitting on Viggo. “He probably sent her out here.” Part of his master plan to lure Viggo away from him and get back at him all at the same time. Spite. Dusty wouldn’t stand for it, and he vowed that neither of them would be returning. He took care to back up around the woman, since she was still standing like an idiot in the parking lot, then blew the old diesel rustbucket out of there.

    “This is why I eat the fuck at home. We don’t fight when we eat at home.” Which wasn’t always true, but better than the one hundred percent odds they were running with now. Viggo kept up, and Dusty slammed the breaks in the middle of the dark road hard enough that it jerked them both forward.

    “What you want done with it? You pissed I smacked you instead of bending you over the bar and teaching you a lesson you actually understand?” Dusty growled, staring hard at Viggo in irritation. “That seems to be the only god-damned time you chill the fuck out. You’ll take it however which way you can get it, huh?” He’d not meant indiscriminately, but like usual Dusty didn’t specify he meant any which way from him.

    He pulled the truck over to the grassy side of the road and put it in park. Then he reached for Viggo, tugging aggressively as he climbed over. He knew one way to shut him up and put and end to their bickering.

    “Bet you would have loved that, huh? You got no damn shame. Spectators or not..” Which was so far from Dusty it wasn’t even in the same plane of existence. A marvel, really, that Viggo was able to exist so shamelessly and that Dusty didn’t actually hate him for it. Instead, Dusty almost admired him for his confidence, but he’d only say that once that night. He’d not repeat himself.
     
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    Viggo couldn't help but guffaw, continuously impressed with the amount of ways a seemingly simple situation could get twisted up and turned around when it came to Dusty. "She's worried about me 'cause you smacked my face not three feet in front of her, Dusty," Viggo pointed out, rolling his eyes at Dusty's grumbling. "This ain't got shit to do with Garrett," he added, though that he was less sure about. Giving Viggo his number had most likely just been a plot to rile up Dusty. If so, it seemed to have worked.

    Dusty slammed on the breaks, aggressively jerking Viggo forward. The seatbelt dug into his chest, snapping him back so forcefully into his seat the breath was momentarily knocked out of him. "What the fuck, Dusty?" he shouted, glaring at the older man.

    As the other man started yelling, Viggo felt his temper start to escalate for what must have been the umpteenth time that night. He choked out a derisive laugh as Dusty started going in on what Viggo perceived to be a dig at his sexual history. "You really have the audacity to be scolding me for my fucking after all that I just had to endure?" he replied, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the bar behind them.

    "Maybe you got something there, D. Not enough sex just leaves me an ill-tempered bitch, don't it? Maybe you should fucking do something about it."

    The big wolf pulled over the truck, killing the engine and putting it in park. Viggo grunted and fussed as Dusty grabbed him, trying to look away.

    "Y'know what, you're right, Dusty. I love dick. You happy? I would have just adored being fucked senseless right over that bar for the whole goddamned world to see, not that you woulda done it." Though he spoke in a mocking manner, what Viggo had to say wasn't too far off from the truth. He had little shame, had even entertained fantasies of having sex in someplace more public than a dark back alley. These weren't ideas he'd ever think to seriously share with Dusty, however.

    "What the fuck you gonna do, huh?"
     
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    “Apparently, I’ve got to teach you a lesson again because it ain’t good enough for you just to relax,” Dusty growled, trying to jerk the man around in his seat. The seat belt caught again and this time he had enough sense to unclip it. Hiking the young man up, he pressed him up against the passenger window, intent on showing him a thing or two about his dick. He was already hard against his jeans, the evening frustrating him enough that he was pure temper.

    “Seems to work just fine with how you want to be treated with that god-damned mouth of yours,” he grumbled, yanking Viggo’s pants down and unzipping his own. Reaching to throw open the glove box, he reached around for anything usable as lubrication. Hand came contact with a tin of bag balm, and he opened that before dragging his fingers through the substance. He shoved everything closed so that it was out of their way, then smeared the substance across his dick before forcing two fingers deep into Viggo. There was nothing gentle about his movements.

    “Don’t get it. You want to be treated like my most prized possession and a fuckin’ whore at the same time.” Dusty didn’t understand that he could do both. They needled one another until it got like this. Forceful and violent. Lacking intimacy, but Dusty didn’t have to think in that scenario. He just founded out his frustrations in the truck, Viggo taking the brunt of all of it. Not that he had much to complain about. Dusty was convinced he was getting exactly what he’d wanted, and it also satisfied the larger, pissed off wolf to fuck Viggo down the street from where the other man had hit on him even if he was too much of a coward to show claim in a public setting.
     
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    Viggo wasn't the only one who's temper had reached its boiling point, though Dusty had a more aggressive and specific way of showing it. The old truck creaked and bounced as Dusty manipulated the younger man's body, Viggo only putting up the smallest of efforts against the bigger wolf. With less free room to manuever, twist and kick like he had in the boat, there was little Viggo could do other than snarl as he was pressed up against the window, palms flush against the glass. "Teach me a lesson?" Viggo spat back, wriggling as Dusty pulled his pants halfway down his inked thighs. "Maybe if you weren't such a sorry teacher, I wouldn't have to be taught the same damn 'lesson' over and over."

    The young man tossed a curious look over his shoulder, craning his neck to try and see what was going on behind him. Dusty was rifling through the glove box, his own jeans already loosened. After spying a brief look at the tip of Dusty's cock before being shoved forward again into the window, Viggo couldn't stop a needy, eager whine from escaping his bruised throat. Being mad was one thing, and Viggo could clutch onto that anger until his knuckles went white, but it couldn't dampen his desire to feel Dusty rut behind him, nor could it overwhelm his instinctual craving to be claimed with Dusty's come.

    "Fuck," Viggo hissed, muscles clenching in response to Dusty's intrusion. Lacking delicacy, Dusty's anger seemed intent only on ensuring Viggo felt him in one way or another.

    "Oh, poor you, must be so hard living with a young stud eager to ride your cock all damn day. However do you manage?" Viggo taunted, though they both knew the sad answer to that. Intimacy was easy and sweet until it wasn't. Nighttime cuddling, greedy kisses, calloused hands on his face, back and ass until something went wrong. That something was always Dusty. Far from ideal their predicament. Viggo would have preferred to initiate sex anytime and have it reciprocated to the end, but it was slowly dawning on him that without fury fueling his needs, Dusty struggled to go all the way.

    But that was a problem for later Viggo, one that took too much thought to deal with now. Still testy and riled from a difficult evening, Viggo was hungry for their brand of violence.

    "Is that all you can do?" he breathed, coaxing Dusty further, demanding the frenzied, domineering presence he knew the big wolf was capable of. "You gonna take me right, or is someone else gonna lay claim on me?"
     
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    “Maybe if you weren’t a shit student, you’d get it the first fuckin’ time,” Dusty shot back irritably as he continued his fumbling. Viggo continued to needle him with words and taunts. It was easy to rile Dusty. Although dangerous, he was learning all of the man’s triggers. Keeping him just angry enough so as to not cause him serious bodily harm.

    “No wolf would have you with my scent clingin’ to you all the time,” he growled, though it was hard to say if that were true or not. No telling if Rowan would care for another go, or any of the others if they only thought that Viggo was Dusty’s apprentice. How many actually believed it, he couldn’t be sure. Most wouldn’t test Dusty by fucking his apprentice student to begin with, yet there was always that bit of uncertainty.

    And certain humans that had apparently taken a shine to Viggo, not to mention all those before Dusty. He replaced his fingers with his cock harshly, as if he fucked the young man hard enough, he could erase his past and the potential for anyone else in the present. More bruises added to inked skin as Dusty held him too tightly, jerking him back into position when the motions eventually scooted him more and more forward, up against the window.

    His thrusts were thoughtless, fueled by the need to possess. Dominating another man came naturally to Dusty, though he found he didn’t really mind the challenge of bringing Viggo to heel. Mouthy as hell, but he got him going, even if not always in the most ideal of ways. There was no other man who produced such primal reactions out of Dusty. Desire was overwhelming, and easy to let take over when he could clear his head. He wasn’t yet ready to face what it all meant, but he did know that after all the anger, they could usually settle down for a bit. Some peace, before they started the cycle all over again.
     
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