Captain

The Devil's Urges (Victor)

Victor slammed his room door shut. His mind was reeling from one thing and one thing only. The day had been hard enough to get through with this insistent rambling inside him. Doing his duties as a soldier and an asset to the state had never been difficult to do but today had been crippling. He couldn't take his mind off Knox, that piece of shit, kneeling there at his mercy, sating an urge he never knew he had but it had to be a fluke of a feeling brought by the unyielding turmoil the man drew out of him.

Knox had always been a little bit of a challenge to handle even back in the training days. He always lagged behind in group exercises but was quick with witty uncreative fuckery from his mouth that never failed to piss him off. Victor had chalked it up to adolescence and overactive hormones but now, these past few days, that was just the idiot's personality.

He found every excuse in the book to keep himself from crossing the line as the man's superior but the bastard was just built like that. A money-hungry twat with nothing but bravado underneath his lacking frame of a body.

Victor cursed into the air as he undressed. He reached his pants and stopped. He looked down at the tent in his pants that eased earlier this morning but now, it was roaring to go since he had nothing else to distract him from thinking. This newfound problem was also wrecking him from the inside out.

Victor didn't and wouldn't have put his dick in Knox's mouth. He had been bluffing the entire thing. It was a moment of pure uncontrolled rage that demanded he put Knox back into his place, not as his superior but as the man he knew himself to be. The man Knox had tried to knock down a peg.

Something in him wanted to take his frustrations of losing a potential wife out on his lieutenant in any degrading way he thought of. He called Knox ridiculous for even attempting to screw him over but what was really fucking foolish was punishing the man by putting his dick anywhere near his mouth.

Victor's eyebrows furrowed when his cock twitched from that simple acknowledgement. He grimaced finding the reaction repulsive. He relaxed his tensed muscles in an attempt to quell the illogical response of his dick.

He stood near his bed that was neatly covered in blue sheets. He circled his shoulders back and cranked his neck. Despite the disgust going through him, he was still as hard as titanium, and have been proficiently erect since he stepped into his room.

He was ignoring it. He was trying his damn hardest to ignore it but it was chaffing against his pants painfully. He sighed and closed his eyes. He was still very much angry from that previous situation. Knox didn't know how much control it took not to knock his teeth out or to actually take his mouth and use it however he pleased.

The man had no idea how close he had been to doing it.

Victor leaned down and took up his phone, slowly sitting on his bed while unbuckling his belt to ease the tightness on his stiff dick that was just begging to get some action. He breathed out and pressed the power button on the side of the device. It turned on with a flash and the notifications dropped in one by one.

His eyebrows arched when he saw one from Sandra and he had to chuckle dryly. His hands squeezed the phone as he stared down at it. The chuckle wasn't one of amusement. It was one of surprise. The bastard knew he knew who the fuck was behind the screen so texting him shouldn't have crossed his mind anymore but this was Knox. He didn't have even one semblance of common sense.

The balls on that piece of shit. Not done playing this dumb game?

Victor opened it and felt his temples ache from the message. He groaned in a distasteful annoyance. Knox really figured out what buttons to push from the little diabolical play he had orchestrated.