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***Alexei's POV***

It never gets easier. Loving Gavin so fucking thoroughly is heavy. Pretending to be someone I am not is difficult. Listening to myself treat him with disregard made me sick. I know what he needs, I will give it to him regardless of my cost. That is a sacrifice I will gladly make.

The weight of what he unloaded is unbearable. I shake it off, pouring Brandy into a cup and gulping it back. That is what Dr. Benson did. That is what my cherub relayed to me. I am thankful for this particular side quest in our scenario. Fucking disgusting humans. I would love to play the role of vigilante for one God Damned day.

I sit in my chair, twisting a pen between my fingers wondering what that little girl is doing now. She would be fifteen now. Is she happy? Is her father dead? Hopefully. I pray the inmates got ahold of him and proved he made a grave mistake. I can't imagine a world where his breath could infiltrate the same air I breathe.

My door creaks open, snapping me back into character. Gavin has requested we play a scene. I will do my best to meet his expectations.

"Mr. Lincoln." I point my pen between him and the chair in front of my desk. I want to hold my love. I want to kiss him, praise him for his heroism. The time will come. I will worship him as he is worthy.

"Dr. Carson." Gavin takes his seat, steadying himself for our conversation. I remember him regaling me with this part of the story. The pride he had when he gave me the ending is what makes the beginning bearable.

"You did not follow protocol." I begin. I take a deep breath expressing false discontentment with my intern's choices. He's a fucking angel. I find nothing wrong with his choices.

"I did not." Gavin accepts responsibility, bowing his head briefly before straightening up and facing me head on.

"Policies and procedures exist for the safety and integrity of our practice. It is not without proper education and research that these standards of practice have been outlined for our use. I imagine during your education you were made aware of and equally impressed with the importance of following simple standards of practice. Am I incorrect in assuming that?" I ask the same questions Dr. Benson let fall from his fucked-up mouth that day.

"No, Sir. However." Gavin begins exactly as he stated he had that day.

"Mr. Lincoln. I don't want your excuses. I am well within my rights to write you up for your behavior yesterday. You knowingly jeopardized our patient's care by taking matters into your own hands. You negated simple rules and regulations, choosing to go rogue. You decided that your gut was more important than policies that have proven effective time and time again. You signed a code of ethics, which you nullified by the way, and proceeded to disregard your responsibility to that code by choosing to take matters into your own hands." I find myself raising my voice. I temper myself down, realizing that I may be getting a little too into character. I must remind myself that this is my kitten sitting in front of me. I am a respected owner of a company and have spouted a very similar conversation to a few employees over the years. I take a moment to relax back into my seat, remembering that this is leading to my dick getting stuck inside my future husband and not a path to finding a new employee.

"I understand. I take full responsibility for my actions. If you need to write me up, do that. If you want to dismiss me, do that. I don't fucking care. I saved a damn life yesterday. At the end of the day, that is what I came here to do. You can spout your policies and procedures all damn day. You took a code of conduct and ethics too. Above all else do no fucking harm. We were harming her by disregarding common sense. If I had waited, done things in order, after consulting you then MY patient may have died. Instead of celebrating a victory yesterday, we may have needed to tell her mother that she would not only be putting her husband in jail but burying her only child. So, with that said, you do what you have to do, Dr. Benson. I am not going to regret making a critical decision during triage that resulted in a healthy outcome for the patient that was charged to my care." Gavin breathes heavily, smiling at the end of his dialogue. He's so fucking sexy. Gods above, how did Dr. Benson not bend him over a desk? Sexy little savior angel.

"You're dismissed." I wave my hand at my door, sending Gavin out of my presence. This is exactly the opposite of what my gut instincts tell me to do.

Gavin stands up, straight as a board. He puts his middle fingers in the air, turning away from me with his double sparrow salute. I have to hold back a laugh at his damn attitude. I fucking love it.

"Mr. Lincoln." I call out for my love as his fingers hit my doorknob. He turns, waiting on whatever I have left to save.

"That was truly a remarkable and stupid choice you made. You're going to make a damn good nurse." I state the facts that Dr. Benson realized finally as my baby had stood up for himself.

Gavin whispers a thank you, turns away from me and gets the door open.

Game. Over.

"Mr. Lincoln." I call out to him. I am ready to fucking play.

"Yes, Sir." Gavin slowly turns. He lifts his head, unsmiling as he watches me curiously.

"I have to punish you." I warn him. I crook my finger at him, dragging my hand toward my desk. Gavin slowly proceeds toward me.

Game. Fucking. On.

"Sir? Um, are you going to release me?" Gavin plays into my hand beautifully. I am so damn lucky.

"I will need to issue a release." I confidently confirm. I guide Gavin to stand in front of me, snapping my fingers to the floor.

"What do you want me to do?" Gavin asks as he sinks to his knees. Have fucking mercy. My cock throbs for him. He is so damn gorgeous.

"I will need you to prove how much you want this." I offer his penance. I cannot wait until he pays.

Gavin lifts his head, staring at me while he unties the string on my scrub bottoms. I remember the gift in my pocket. We are going to make my baby happy.

"Let me put this on you." I instruct him. I open the choker, slipping it around his neck. I stroke Gavin's throat before leaning down to kiss his trembling lips. He is so damn turned on he moans when my tongue leaves his mouth.

"If I do this, you will keep me?" Gavin whimpers when I pull the chain, applying pressure to his delicious neck.

"Couldn't stop me if you tried." I growl out. There isn't anything in this world that would make me release Gavin from my strangle hold on him. He is mine.

"Dr. Carson, sit back. I will try." Gavin pretends to be nervous. I love it. I am so turned on that I am leaking.

"Succeed, I will promote you." I encourage my fiancé. I will put him on the pedestal of my cock and fuck him into my future.

"As you wish." Gavin sits up on his knees, grabbing my cock with his dainty fingers. His ring shines in the reflection of my office overhead light. I love the reminder. I thread my fingers through his left hand, softly rubbing my thumb over his promise of my forever. With the ring for his choker in my other hand, I position it so Gavin has enough slack to descend.

"I want to hear you." I instruct him. I want everything. Gavin is perfect. I want to know he is enjoying this gift he has asked for. He deserves to have his fantasy played out the way he expects.

"You're so big." Gavin whispers. He leans forward, lapping his tongue across my head. He gathers the evidence of my extreme arousal, tipping his head back and huskily groaning as he swallows my precum.

"Off to a good start." I give him a little praise. I am positive I will be in no short supply of words for his performance.

"You taste good. May I have more?" I am taken aback by his twist in our game. I didn't realize he was going to ask for permission. I grunt, letting my cock twitch to entice him to help himself.

Gavin slips his mouth over my head, running his tongue around the cap of my dick. I am already priming. He is going to get a mouthful and then I am going to wear his ass all the way out.

He takes his hand pulling my pants down further before scooting his knees closer. His head goes down, working my member into his talented mouth. He sucks on the way down and swirls his tongue on the way up. I hold onto his chain for my damn life. The way he sucks me is a damn experience I am so glad I get to enjoy forever. I get lost in the way his mouth works my cock. He is so fucking good at it, filling my dick with my seed that is made just for him.

His breath gets caught on my skin; the vibration of his moans is trapped between his lips and my column. I squeeze my fingers around his hand, throwing my head back and groaning when he scratches lightly at my balls. He fucking wrecks me.

"Fuck. I am going to need to taste you." I rush the words out, yanking his mouth away from my swollen cock as I dive into his kiss. He tastes like me, like us, like mine. I love the way my baby tastes. He tastes like good fucking choices and eternal paths.

I pull my mouth away from his guiding his lips back over my cock, shoving my thick head back into his mouth roughly. Gavin gags when I wrap my hand over his head, pulling his hair and make him fuck my lap with his face.

"мое сердце." My voice grows husky slipping into my native tongue. My heart. "мое всё." My everything.

Gavin chokes on my cock, slobbering down my balls. I yank at his choker, feeling possessive and blessed. I lift my hips, forcing my sack into his chin as I feed him my inches quickly. I am about to bust a damn nut on his tongue.

"Take it. Fuck. Baby. Take it." I instruct him through short bursts of air. He is dragging me into ecstasy. His hot tongue is worshipping my flesh, tonsils suffocating my head religiously. I am on the edge of the seat, literally. My body is so damn tight with the need to claim his mouth as exactly what it is. Mine.

"Mine." I sharply thrust into his mouth. Fuck. He is mine. "My love." I whisper. I thrust again, swirling his head while choking him simultaneously. "Gavin." I moan his name. I am so damn turned out. My eyes are fluttering. I don't know what the hell he is doing but I am going insane with pleasure.

Remembering our game, I change tactics punishing him with my hips. I fuck his tongue harshly, scraping my head over it, pulling my dick out and shoving it back in. I stand up, bending his head back as I straddle his face.

"You look so good below me." I growl out the admission. Fuck if him on his knees isn't beautiful.

Gavin whimpers, tears leaking down his face. I see the mascara streaks running adding a whole new level of depravity to my sexual desire. My baby knows I love when he looks messy. I curl my forearm, bringing his choker taut. My cock fills his throat, straining his muscles as he swallows. My other hand holds his head securely by his gorgeous curls. The visual is so fucking arousing that I growl again as I abuse his lips.

"I want to destroy you." I can't stop the nasty words that fall from my tongue. Gavin relaxes his frame against his knees, allowing me to sink into him deeper than my memory recalls ever doing so before. "You're fucking perfect." I acknowledge.

Gavin trembles, staring at me with so much damn love and lust I can barely stand to look at his phenomenal face. I can't wait to fill him up so I can fill him up again.

I release his mouth, giving him time to catch his breath. I don't want him to suffocate during the finale of our first act. I run my finger down his jaw, smiling at him while I wait for him to gather enough oxygen.

"You're going to accept this gift, aren't you котёнок?" I ask knowing he wouldn't waste a damn drop.

"Claim me." Gavin whines while trying to get my cock back to his mouth.

"You sure?" I ask. I move my dick over his lips, teasing him and rubbing my precum on his lips until they are glistening with my fluids. "Thought I was a fucking dick." I chuckle when Gavin blushes. I know he enjoyed spouting that bullshit earlier. It tickled me.

"You are. I like it though." Gavin excuses his rude behavior.

"You like me being a dick or you like my fucking dick?" I ask playfully. Both. It's always both.

"Proving my point." Gavin grumbles. I smirk. He wants to play this game. I want to play too.

"Just for that, I'm adding more punishments." I shove my cock in his mouth, punching his tonsils on the entrance. Gavin groans, salivating around my flesh.

I brace his head, holding him steady and pound my appendage down his throat. Gavin's hands hold my thighs while he sucks me down with urgency. My dick throbs, filling the rest of the way before it begins to leak. I am going to cum in his mouth.

"Swallow, smart ass." I bark. I hold his head back, aiming straight down his incredible throat. I cum with a growl of satisfaction. My legs shake, ricocheting my reaction into Gavin's body. He shakes beneath me, guzzling down my load. It's stunning, a sight to behold. I thread my dick in and out of his mouth slowly, coating his tongue and cheeks with my seed.

When I am spent on this round, I pull out slapping my head on his lips to clean me off. Gavin looks dazed, completely drunk on my seed. I laugh when he squirms below me.

"Handled that well." I praise him. I kiss him, cleaning his mouth so we can get along to round two.

"What are you doing?" Gavin asks as I strip my clothes. I pull his shirt off, stopping to admire his naked chest.

"Saving your ass." I respond with a grunt. "You said you wanted to stay." I remind him.

"Savior complex." Gavin retorts. He rolls his eyes making me beam with pride. My heart is always so fucking full of sass.

"Exactly. Put yourself in a compromising position. Bend over the desk." I instruct him. I choke him as he leans down, necessitating mouth to mouth.

I kiss him deeply, blowing my air into his lungs before sucking it all away. I kiss him for a long time, enjoying my future husband being bent over in front of me and willing. He moans, chasing my tongue each time I swap directions.

"Greedy little nurse." I complain. I slide my fingers down his back, pressing them into his hole once he is lubed up.

"Oh. God." Gavin moans as both my fingers sweep his insides. I know what the fuck he needs. He's mine.

"Loud too." I grumble. I pull his chain, quieting him momentarily. "Need to teach you some damn respect." I usher out. Gavin pops his butt back, fucking himself on my hand.

"Dr. Carson?" Gavin questions me. It's sexy. I love his games.

"Yes, Mr. Lincoln." I let the words come out with an edge.

"I am a kinesthetic learner." Gavin informs me. His intelligence makes me weak. God his brain is sexy.

"So, I need to show you how to respect me?" I ask with a smile. I can't wait to teach him.

"Yes, Sir." Gavin softly agrees. He places his hands on the desk, lifting up his chest to eye me seductively.

"Do I need to drill your lessons into you?" I ask. I slide my fingers back, curling them as I press them in again.

"Fuck. Yes." Gavin groans and squeezes down on my hand. If I play my cards right, he might spray my desk. I have a goal in mind.

"I have a feeling this is going to take a while." I whistle out. I will take a while nonetheless.

"I understand. Teach me." Gavin accepts his fate, relaxing against my desk.

"I like to teach the hard way. Can you handle that?" I ask him. I grip his throat with my fingertips, dragging his chest to mine while I press my body against his. Sucking his neck, I leave yet another claim on his skin. If there is space, I should fill it.

"Sir, are you marking me?" Gavin questions me. I bite him as confirmation.

"You said you would do anything." I remind him. I slide my cock to his ass, pushing in without warning. Gavin groans. My fingers find his mouth, filling him from both ends.

"Mmmhmm." Gavin agrees, sucking on my knuckles while I hold his tongue in place.

"I think you will need to be here for a very long time." I inform him. I thrust inside of him, mashing my cock against his walls. "I don't think you will ever be done with me." The thought of my words has me thick. I am swollen and dragging my dick in and out of him.

"Daddy." Gavin breaks character, whining when my dick hits his favorite spot.

"Oh, you are willing." I praise him again. "Want to be my good little boy?" I ask. I slide over his prostate again and again, persuading him.

"Yes, Daddy. I will be good." Gavin talks with his mouth full of my fingers. I slide them out. I want to hear him.

"Speak up. Don't be shy. You weren't shy when you called me out." I remind him. I rail into him, taking his breath as I fuck him into the wood furniture.

"If I'm here with you, you might need to learn too." Gavin moans the last few words, losing breath while I cover his frame with my own.

"What will you teach me?" I ask while I breathe down his neck. I am already back to the edge. My kitten has me ready to explode inside of him.

"To take care of me." Gavin slides his hands under mine, connecting us in more ways. I sigh in contentment. I love touching him.

"What else?" I pump my hips over his ass.

"To accept my love." Gavin drags our hands under his chest making me curl around his back.

"Keep talking." I encourage my little cherub. I spread my legs, pressing him harshly against the top of my desk.

"To fill me with lessons." Gavin turns his face, filling my mouth with his flavor. I groan as I suck on his lips. I love him so damn much. Fuck. Fuck. I love him completely.

"I'm gonna cum." I admit. Oh, how does he do this to me? "You are deceitful." I accuse as I try to hold back my orgasm.

"What did I do? Did I lie?" Gavin steals kisses, discombobulating my mind as I attempt to remember my point.

"Role playing as a nurse." I huff the words out. I fuck him slower, dragging his tunnel across my length. "You are a fucking angel of death." I groan as my body expels. I can't hold it. I fuck my way through it, smiling when Gavin moans into my arm. His body shakes, convulsing as his cum rips from his center.

"Who did I kill?" Gavin questions me softly. I lift off him, pulling away before falling into my chair. I yank him into my arms, kissing him breathlessly while I gather my bearings.

"The man that could exist without you, My Heart." I finally confirm. I kiss him again, again, again, and finally I kiss him more. I need him. He is my life, my death, my world, my literal purpose.

"Daddy, you love me too much." Gavin praises me endlessly. He curls around me, placing his lips against my neck and his hand over my heart.

"Just enough." I argue. There is never too much when it comes to my kitten.

"Exactly the right amount." Gavin nods, lifting up to kiss me on my jaw. I love when his lips touch my skin.

"You didn't fuck Dr. Benson, did you?" I ask suddenly.

"DADDY?" Gavin growls. I pull back, staring at him suspiciously.

"Did you?" I ask again. I don't know how the man resisted my angel.

"You're ridiculous." Gavin grumbles. He attempts to get out of my lap. I grab his choker, holding him in place.

"Answer the question, Little One." I urge him.

"Are you fucking with me right now?" Gavin huffs, squirming in my hold.

"Those aren't a no, My Heart. I asked you a question or three." I remind him. I bring his lips to mine, not kissing him. Our noses touch, foreheads mashed against one another.

"Why would you think that?" My husband-to-be asks. He looks at me incredulously.

"I don't know how he resisted you." I confess. I can't.

"Well, he's a fucking dick and obviously dumber than you." Gavin giggles. I crack up laughing.

"So, is that a no?" I ask one last time.

"Daddy, I didn't fuck Dr. Benson or any other doctor. I had sex with one person while I was there, a bouncer. My number is quite low. Shouldn't you have asked these questions before you asked me to marry you?" Gavin is eyeing me with curiosity. I don't think I was thinking. I was busy feeling.

"You distracted me. I am asking now." I tell the love of my life.

"Okay. Let's play a game." Gavin starts. I groan. This always happens.

"What are we playing." I ask with false contrite.