Fight Men Not Love

Chapter Nineteen ???

● Third person ●

After Evelyn left, hearing the news that she couldn't digest, Niyaaz was left with Camden, who didn't dare leave his side.

What are we going to do? Niyaaz asked Camden.

"Honestly babe? I have no clue. This is all messed up," Camden sighed. "I can't think past the fact that I want to go to that bastard and kill him for what he did to you," he seethed quietly. Niyaaz felt the pain and the anger. He heard the determination behind his words and he was worried that he might actually do something like that.

Pulling his tshirt down, he shook his head at Camden, pleading with him. I can't lose you, baby. Please don't. Camden's eyes softened and he nodded.

"It's not like I can just go there by myself. Caspian is more powerful than anyone I know," he sighed. "I hate how weak this makes me. I couldn't protect you," Niyaaz shook his head, lifting his arm slowly to touch his face. Camden held his hand against the side of his face.

You're not weak. You're strong. Don't doubt yourself.

Camden didn't say anything to that. He was deep in thoughts. He kissed the inside of Niyaaz's hand softly, taking his time in showing his affection. This brought warmth and love to Niyaaz's heart. He could never get enough of this feeling. The feeling of being loved and cherished like Camden did to him. He felt like crying every time he felt something so real and pure.

Also, he felt sexually aroused. He couldn't avoid that, even if he wanted to. Niyaaz was a shy person, with a little bit of spice here and there, but he was no stranger to the kink. He wasn't ashamed of it.

Swallowing thickly, his thumb moved to caress Camden's lower lip and his eyes followed his movement. Camden's lips parted when he felt that delicious sensation from that single touch alone.

"Love?" He called out lowly, his voice hoarse. "What are you doing?" Niyaaz gave him an innocent smile, but his mind was far from it. His hand trailed down to his neck and the exposed skin, creating shivers down Camden's spine.

Having enough courage and bravery to pull Camden down by the collar of his shirt. He knew that, should this continue to get freaky, he'd lose control and he'd submit himself to Camden, like he always did. They were in a secretly Sub/Dom relationship in bed. Niyaaz lived to be dominated by Camden. He loved submitting himself completely to Camden, the only person he trusted wholeheartedly with his life.

He lived for the roughness and the raw power of a Dominant force that emitted from Camden when they were getting freaky. He loved the feeling of being taken and used by him. He craved it almost every day. Even now, he wished he'd stripped his jeans of and give himself to Camden. They barely get time to themselves, without the fear of being caught by Camden's parents, who are homophobic Christians.

"My love, you're hurt, we can't..." Camden hesitated, looking down at the desperation in Niyaaz's eyes. He was almost panting, with how much he wanted to be taken. To be used. To be filled.

Please.

"My love, don't make this hard for me. I don't want to hurt you," Camden pressed his forehead against his, barely holding on. He understood what Niyaaz was feeling. He felt it too. He wanted to take his husband in every possible way, until he can't walk for days.

Niyaaz was adamant. He refused to be denied pleasure. He was in too deep to care about his wounds. He wanted this. He guided Camden's hand to his throbbing crotch, hissing silently. "f**k," Camden cussed under his breath.

I need you. Niyaaz mouthed with lust filled eyes. Daddy.

"Niyaaz, don't," Camden warned, even though his hand began rubbing him gently. Niyaaz moaned, thrusting his hips up for more friction.

I almost died and you are denying me s*x. He couldn't help the desperation oozing in his pleas. He wanted him so bad. It's been so long, since they got to spend time together. Camden couldn't help laughing at his husband's remark.

"Baby," he said, in between laughter. "Oh my love, what am I going to do with you?" He said gazing at him fondly.

Love me.

"I do love you, baby," Camden smiled down at him. Niyaaz shook his head.

Make love to me.

Camden hesitated, not knowing what to do. He wanted him so bad, he was hard, just by thinking about taking him. The wounds were stopping him. He was afraid he'd hurt him. God knows he's alive by God's grace. The severity of these wounds scared the s**t out of Camden. He was still asking himself how he operated him. This was his first time and he was s**t scared. f**k, he didn't have the skills, because he was put in the hospital as part of his punishment. He had no intentions of becoming a nurse or doctor. He had to learn by watching the professionals do it.

I need to feel you, daddy. Please. Camden growled, making Niyaaz moan out in response. He knew he was losing and he'd get what he want.

Camden rubbed Niyaaz in his pants, making matters worse. Niyaaz withered under his touch, needing more.

More. He mouthed, panting. Camden got off the bed and knelt at the foot of the bed, peeling the covers off of Niyaaz. Niyaaz tried to sit up, but he was pushed down.

"Don't move, baby," Camden instructed him. He wasted no time in unbuttoning his tight jeans and sliding them down. His briefs followed, leaving him bare, hard and glistening. Camden shook with the need to have him. All the control he had, flew right out the window. He crawled back to his husband's side once he'd stripped him naked.

Niyaaz reached for Camden, but he gently swatted his arm away. "Don't. This is for you," Camden said, wrapping his fingers around his c**k. Niyaaz hissed, his face frowning in pure pleasure. Camden began pumping him slowly, watching him as he squirmed. He knew it wasn't enough for him.

Leaning down, Camden wrapped his lips around Niyaaz's hard c**k. Niyaaz gasped, his hips bucking. Camden groaned when Niyaaz reached for his shorts, rubbing him as well.

Niyaaz loved the feeling of his mouth, his tongue pleasuring him to an earth shattering orgasm, but he needed more. He needed him.

He gripped Camden's shirt, getting his attention. Daddy please. He pleaded. Camden always got turned on by his husband's desperation for him. He thrived in his lust.

"What does my little slut want?" Camden asked, Dominance taking over. He shifted around to look at Niyaaz. "Mmh? You know how much I enjoy seeing my little slut beg," Niyaaz whimpered, already feeling himself submit. Camden leaned closer to Niyaaz's ear and whispered, "Tell me all your desires and I'll worship them, baby," Niyaaz moaned, feeling himself leak.

You daddy. I want you to fill me up.

"Very well, my little slut," Camden smiled at him. He stripped off faster than he ever did, eager to be buried deep inside Niyaaz.

"Ah ah, let daddy move you, okay?" Camden stopped Niyaaz from shifting to his side. Niyaaz nodded, already feeling the strain on his wounds. They weren't going to stop him from being f****d into oblivion, that much he knew.

Camden hesitated a little, not sure how to do this. He didn't want to hurt him anymore than he already was. Gently, he grabbed his arm, hooked the other hand under him and lifted him. Niyaaz whimpered in pain. "Sorry, my love,"

Once he was laying comfortably on his side, Camden laid down behind him. Niyaaz moaned, feeling Camden's c**k against his ass. He was shaking with need. He twisted his upper body a little, to look back at Camden. "Patience, my love," he whispered to Niyaaz, who pushed back, needing more. "Ah ah, I said no moving. Let daddy do all the work tonight, okay?" Niyaaz nodded.

Niyaaz's mouth opened as Camden guided his fingers in his mouth. Niyaaz moaned, sucking his fingers, swirling his tongue around. "That's a good boy," Camden smiled seductively. "Suck on daddy's fingers," Niyaaz almost came undone with just his words.

Niyaaz moaned when Camden's fingers found his hole, pulsing and ready for him. "Such a needy little slut," Camden whispered, pushing in his fingers. He fingered him slowly, scissoring his fingers, stretching Niyaaz. "So tight, baby,"

He pulled out his fingers and grabbed Niyaaz's hand to hold his ass cheek. "Be a good slut and spread your cheeks for daddy, mmh?" Niyaaz could only moan as he grabbed his ass and spread himself. Camden guided his c**k into his hole. Niyaaz whimpered, his face twitching in pain. He secretly liked the pain, only when he can handle it. It was no secret that Camden was a monster down there. "f**k, it's been so long," he grunted as he eased himself in slowly.

Once he was buried in him, he stopped to let Niyaaz adjust to his size. He was shaking from the pain and the pleasure. Camden kissed his shoulder lightly, showering him with love and affection, knowing he was about to ruin him. Niyaaz turned slightly to him and pressed his lips against his, in a passionate kiss.

You can move now. Niyaaz mouthed, pulsing with need. Camden only hummed, kissing the side of his mouth. His hand gripped his hard member, stroking him slowly. Please daddy.

"Say no more, baby," Camden smiled and pulled out. He held Niyaaz gently, careful of his wounds and slammed into him. Niyaaz cried out in pure pleasure mixed with pain. He thrusted into him with enough force to inflict pleasure, but not to hurt his wounds. Niyaaz was a moaning mess. "Is this what my little slut wanted? To be ruined and used, mmh?" Niyaaz whimpered, panting and gasping.

Daddy. Niyaaz could only mouth, looking into Camden's eyes as he pumped in and out of him.

"Feels good baby?" Niyaaz nodded vigorously. "You feel so good, my love," Camden growled, nibbling on his lip, biting and pulling. Niyaaz's eyes rolled back from so much pleasure. It was a sight to behold for Camden. "So so good. I'm close,"

Feels good, daddy. Niyaaz mouthed, moaning loudly when he was close to cumming as well.

"You want to c*m?" Niyaaz nodded quickly, pleading with his eyes. "Oh but I'm not done with you, baby. You look so perfect when I ruin your perfect little ass that I don't want this to end," Niyaaz whimpered, clamping down on Camden's c**k, making him groan in pure pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" He quickened his pace and Niyaaz just about lost it.

Please. I want to c*m.

"Go ahead baby, c*m," Camden smiled at him, kissing him roughly, knowing he liked that. "Just know that I'm not done with you yet," he growled out, as Niyaaz spasmed with an intense orgasm, cumming all over the bed and blanket, gasping as he was blinded by the amount of pleasure. "f**k, I'm close," Camden growled, chasing his release.

A few more thrusts and he released himself. His thrusts became sloppy and eventually stopped. Niyaaz could barely focus, overwhelmed by the orgasm. Once he was calm enough, he turned back to his husband and smiled at him.

I love you. Camden's heart soared with an undeniable love for this man laying beside him.

"I love you too, my love," he whispered back, kissing him tenderly. Needy little Niyaaz pushed his ass back, making Camden growl. "Oh you incorrigible little slut," Niyaaz smiled innocently at him.

He knew it'd be long before they finally stopped. And he loved it just like that.

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UNEDITED