A/N: this is pretty much all smut.  Enjoy :)

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Lachlan

I think I found the downside to living alone with Magnus.

It was ten in the morning – later than I could ever remember sleeping in without having the excuse of sickness – and I was sneaking out of our bed. Magnus and I had two days off in a row together for the first time since getting the house to ourselves, and it was like we were teenagers: no self-control, no restraint, and high libidos. I was so exhausted last night that I must not have moved at all in my sleep. Now I was stiff and sore, and once again grateful for my werewolf body that would be back to normal within the hour.

Until then, though, I was just going to creep downstairs, maybe make some coffee, and not do anything demanding. If I fell asleep on the couch, even better.

I almost made it to the door.

"What're you doing?" Magnus mumbled sleepily.

I froze and held my breath, hoping he would go back to sleep if I was just quiet enough, but then I heard the springs in the mattress moving and knew it was hopeless. Magnus was waking up.

"Come back to bed," he said, sounding only slightly more awake. I still didn't turn around, because seeing him would be its own trap. He was too adorable in the morning for my own good.

"Actually, I was just going to make some coffee," I said. "Want any?"

Magnus made an exaggerated gagging noise and I automatically turned around to see the face I knew he was pulling. "Not your coffee," Magnus said, his eyes still shut and his nose still wrinkled with disgust. With his hair all mussed and the sheets tangled around his waist – how did he manage to get so wrapped up every night? – he was so adorable that my chest physically ached.

Then Magnus yawned and rubbed at his cheek with the heel of his hand and I moved to him without thinking. Magnus' eyes lit up when I crouched in front of him on the bed and he wasted no time scooting forward and sitting on my lap with his legs wrapped around my back, his arms tight around my chest, and his head burrowed against my shoulder. I sat back and held onto him, pressing kisses to his hair while Magnus sighed contentedly.

When he eventually pulled back a bit, our eyes met and I melted into his warm pitch-dark gaze, so full of affection my heart could burst from it. Mindlessly, I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his, and of course Magnus took it for an invitation – he always did. But the way he deepened the kiss, with fuller contact and gentle swipes of his tongue against mine, spoke to how groggy he still was.

It was a genuinely nice moment with my mate, full of more warmth and affection than I ever thought I would experience before I met him. I was sexually exhausted from the marathon couple of days we'd already had – between Friday evening and all of Saturday – and I truly did want to just spend some time with him and have a sleepy Sunday morning. I swear. Here's the danger of living with Magnus, though: he was effortlessly irresistible.

Magnus drew me in like a magnet, and as our lips moved together, the warm glow of affection I felt ramped up into the hot flame of lust. Without any conscious decision, I cupped his ass in my hands and ground him against me.

Magnus' lips left mine as he gasped and shuddered in my arms. He still clung to me, but his hold loosened as his focus and tension redirected to his arousal. "Again?" he asked, his tone hopeful.

I knew why. Last night, I had insisted we were going to take the morning off. Magnus had been too limp and sated to care at the time, but now he seemed delighted I'd changed my mind.

My legs started cramping under me and I gently eased Magnus back until he was laying on the bed, looking up at me with an innocence that should have been extinguished after the weekend we'd had. His boxer briefs did absolutely nothing to hide his erection, but his legs were sprawled around me without any hint of shame. His neck was flushed and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth in a way that was altogether too tempting. He was absolutely beautiful.

"What are you waiting for?" Magnus asked. His fingers twitched toward his erection and I grabbed his wrist to stop him from touching it – he knew I liked to take care of him, but sometimes impatience got the best of him.

An idea popped into my head and I couldn't help the smirk that twisted my lips. I wanted a little more recovery time today... but I also wanted my mate writhing beneath me. Why shouldn't I have both?

Magnus lifted his hips for me and I gently eased his boxer briefs down his legs, then threw them behind me. I quickly stripped myself and Magnus looked at me expectantly, but I shook my head and sat back on my heels. "Touch yourself," I said. Magnus frowned for all of three seconds before his eyes lit up and he eagerly reached for himself. "Go slowly," I added, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.

Magnus kept his eyes fixed on mine as he ran his hand up and down his hard member. Whenever he reached the flushed head, his thumb did an extra swipe and his eyes fluttered closed with pleasure, only to lock on mine again. Through a real feat of willpower, I kept my hands at my sides, not reaching out for him or to try and soothe my own arousal.

When Magnus' eyes started looking less focused, I gently touched his wrist to stop him. He was starting to approach the edge and this would be more fun for us both if he didn't get there yet. Magnus whimpered quietly, but he didn't protest. I climbed over him – holding myself up so we weren't touching – and kissed him gently. Magnus' hips rose to meet me, but I held myself out of his reach and he growled in frustration.

"Be patient," I said, and went to work sucking and biting a path down the side of his neck. Magnus jolted underneath me in rhythm with the bites and every so often, his hard member would slide against mine as he bucked up subconsciously. Each time sent sparks shooting through me like lightning, and I eagerly nipped and sucked and kissed my way down both sides of his neck, then in a path down from his collarbone to his waist. I detoured to his sides, which were always so sensitive, and by then, Magnus was grinding against air with his eyes squeezed shut.

"Please, Lachlan?" he begged, and I kissed him softly, pulling away even when Magnus tried to deepen it.

"Patience," I reminded him, and he groaned but didn't argue.

I picked up where I'd left off, which was at his hips, and I teased the skin all around his hard, leaking length – up and down his thighs, in toward his groin, back up to his waist – in several laps. Meanwhile, my hands kneaded the muscles of his thighs. Magnus trembled, and the tremors grew until I ran my tongue down his penis without any warning.

It was like I'd flipped a switch. Magnus, always so restrained and so willing to let me guide our lovemaking – even when he went into it with other plans – jerked himself out from under me and grabbed me around my waist. With seemingly no difficulty at all, he flipped me over so I was laying down and he was perched on top of me.

"Stay," he said in a commanding tone I had never heard from him before. Stunned, I watched as he reached for the drawer we kept the lube in and pulled out the little bottle. His gaze dared me to stop him as he uncapped the top and coated his fingers, then reached between his legs to start opening himself for me.

I started to sit up, but Magnus' big hand wrapped around my shoulder and he eased me back down. "Nope, you took too long and now it's my turn," he said. Some of the challenge went out of his eyes when I didn't put up a fight, and it was replaced by a spark I didn't recognize right away. It wasn't until he leaned back and started really working his fingers inside himself that I realized what this was.

It was a power play, and some part of Magnus was seriously getting off on it. His eyes still focused on mine just like they had before, but instead of being innocent and eager, they were hard and intense.

I had wondered what would happen if Magnus decided not to follow my every word when we were in bed. That complaisance had always touched me on a deep level. I loved knowing he trusted me with his pleasure and his body, and I thought it was the hottest thing he could do...

Until now.

Until he took the lead with boldness shining through every action. Whenever I reached for him, he showed his teeth in warning, and after the third time I was too curious to not find out what would happen if I disobeyed.

I slid my arms behind me to prop myself up and Magnus' teeth flashed at me again. "Or what?" I challenged.

Magnus launched himself at me, and in his movement I could see the wolf. There was a strange grace in the motion even as he landed on me with his canines flashing, pinning me down as he rubbed his backside on my neglected cock.

He tangled a hand in my hair and yanked my head back so my throat was exposed for him. A cold smile twisted his lips and I searched his expression for some hint of the Magnus I knew. I cupped his cheek gently as I studied his eyes, and a little true smile slipped through his cold façade for just long enough that I knew he was in there, and he was enjoying playing with me.

Well, I was happy to play along.

"I want you," he said, "now." His tone didn't allow for argument, but I still nodded; I was the eager one now, happy to go along with whatever he asked for while this strange dominance gripped him.

I reached for the lube that had landed beside his thigh, but he swatted my hand away and coated his fingers again – this time so he could cover me with rough, efficient strokes. They were so much of what I needed after the burning lack of stimulation, and I tipped my head back, eyes shut, to enjoy it.

"Look at me," Magnus demanded. His tone brooked no argument, and I knew exactly what he wanted: the intense eye contact that was so much a part of our lovemaking. It let us relish in the bond that connected us, let us really feel each other as we moved together.

But I wasn't quite done messing with him yet – no point in awakening the demanding side of Magnus if I wasn't going to take advantage of it. So I fixed my eyes on his toned arms and his well-sculpted chest, and Magnus actually gripped my chin, lifting it until our eyes met. I smirked at him and Magnus looked like he almost might laugh, but he stifled it and before I could act out again, he had positioned himself over me and was sinking down, taking me into himself inch by inch without any hesitation.

Magnus gave himself no time to adjust. As soon as he was fully seated, he rolled his hips and leaned forward, bracing his hands by my shoulders right before riding me relentlessly. He worked his hips as he moved, so each time he moved up or down, the friction was intensified. I heard a moan and it took my scrambled mind several long seconds to realize that the noise had come from me.

Had I ever been so wholly encompassed? So completely dominated by the sensation of someone using my body for his pleasure? It felt incredible, but so much better was the potent mix of need and bliss Magnus was blasting through our bond. He probably didn't realize he had opened himself to me that way. I confirmed it when I opened the connection the rest of the way, letting him feel just how good he was making me feel and how much I wanted more.

Magnus whimpered – a little crack in his domineering persona – and I jerked my hips up to slam into him harder. Fuck, I wanted to flip him over and pound myself into him, but when I reached for his waist, Magnus' hands clamped around my arms and he brought them to his chest. "Still my turn," he said, sounding a little winded from the relentless pace he still kept up, riding me so hard sweat was beading across his brow. But he didn't falter, and it didn't take long for the familiar tightening-tingling sensation to build up in my lower abdomen, signaling an oncoming orgasm.

Magnus must have caught that in my expression or in the wide-open bond between us, and he squeezed himself tightly around me as his hand reached down to stroke himself. He let out a low moan and looked at me from under his lashes, and I couldn't hold it in anymore.

My whole body shuddered as ecstasy crashed through me in waves. I gripped Magnus' hips and this time he let me, as he cried out and hot spurts of his cum splattered on both our chests. He froze up, so I held on tight to him and slammed myself up into him again and again until he sagged with a blissful smile.

Despite the burn it caused in my abs, I curled myself up and hugged him hard. He squeezed himself around me – we hadn't yet separated – and laughed when I jerked. I knew I had my Magnus back.

Not that domineering Magnus wasn't fun. In fact, I already had some ideas for how I could bring him back to this mood again. Maybe not next time – I would miss my pliant, eager mate – but soon.

I kissed both his cheeks and he grinned at me, all brightness and a wide, open smile. I pressed kisses all over his face while he giggled. "Lachlan!" he squealed. His hands pressed at my shoulders like he was trying to push me away, but when I moved back a bit, he pulled me in closer, so I kissed him some more. Finally, Magnus settled against me with a contented sigh.

I enjoyed the closeness for just another minute, then sighed. "Coffee," I said.

"Breakfast," Magnus agreed.

We disentangled ourselves – not an easy process – and I looked at my cum-smeared chest, then lifted a brow at Magnus. "Maybe we should shower first, huh?"

Magnus blushed and smiled sheepishly, and you would never know this was the man who had recently held me down and ridden me with such ferocity and need. I shook my head at him in amusement and his blush deepened.

"I'll just... go get the shower running," he said.

"You do that," I agreed, and when Magnus stumbled just a couple of steps away from the bed, I caught him and laughed. "On second thought, I'll come with you."

"My protector," he sighed, and I snorted. We both knew that between us, he was the fighter. But I liked to think I could protect him from other things. Magnus tripped on the edge of a rug that was definitely more of a nuisance than it was worth, and I caught him again. If I could protect his happiness – and maybe protect him from his own clumsiness – then that was enough for me.

Magnus glanced over his shoulder at me as we crossed into the bathroom, and his eyes swept down my body. Heat sparked in them, but he just smiled again and reached for the shower handle.

I shook my head at myself – who had I been kidding? Living alone with Magnus might be sexually exhausting, but I loved every minute of it.