Bound by the Mark of Lies (BL)

Gabriel was still trying to figure out how it had come to this. He'd been docile… accepting the fitting, nodding through discussions, and even approving the flawless designs for two suits and a robe without a single complaint.

Gloria had asked him to wear a sample robe with the same cut for the day, just to test the fit and movement. It fit him perfectly. Too perfectly. And that… that was the problem.

Gabriel's knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of Damian's desk, the solid wood creaking under the force. His body trembled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Damian's cock plunged into him. The room was thick with their combined scents. Damian's musky alpha dominance clashed with Gabriel's sweet omega submission, a heady mix that made their bond hum with pleasure.

"You walked in here wearing this," Damian growled, his voice low and dangerous, his hands sliding over the robe that clung to Gabriel's body like a second skin. The tailored fabric accentuated every curve and every line of Gabriel's form, and Damian couldn't decide if it was a stroke of genius or a cruel joke on the part of Gloria, "and you thought I'd be reasonable?"

Gabriel's jaw locked, his breath hissing through his teeth as he bit back a sound. If Edward so much as suspected, Gabriel would never hear the end of it.

Damian's grip on his hips tightened, his voice a dangerous rumble against the shell of Gabriel's ear. "You've worn regalia before, Gabriel, but this…" his tone dipped lower, edged in possessive hunger, "this is mine. No one else will see you like this. Not the court, not the nobility. No one."

The robe might have been designed for ceremony, for composure and imperial grace, but on Gabriel, it had become something else entirely. Dangerous. Intimate. The kind of thing that could make even the Emperor forget restraint.

"God damn it, Damian." Gabriel took a deep breath. "I've worn robes before."

Damian's mouth curved against his skin, that infuriatingly charming smugness sharpening at the edges. "Not like this."

He didn't slow. If anything, the rhythm in his hips turned into something calculated to undo every shred of Gabriel's composure, like he was timing each thrust to the faint creak of the desk beneath them.

"You're enjoying this," Gabriel accused, his voice a little too breathless to carry the weight he wanted.

"Of course I am," Damian said, unrepentant. "I'm with my mate… Well in my mate." He bent to reach Gabriel's ear and bit it softly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to send a shiver down Gabriel's spine.

Gabriel clenched around him, his slick making every movement impossibly smooth, yet tight enough to draw a groan from Damian's throat. The alpha's knot was already swelling at the base of his length, a promise of what was to come. Gabriel could feel it, thick and heavy, pressing against his entrance with every thrust, threatening to lock them together.

"Fuck," Gabriel gasped, his fingers digging into the wood harder as Damian's pace became relentless. "You're going to…"

"I'm going to knot you," Damian finished for him, his voice rough with need. "I won't let you pregnant. I've already taken protection for it."

Gabriel's hips jerked forward, his body betraying him as he pressed back against Damian's cock, seeking more of the delicious friction. The alpha's scent was overwhelming now, a potent mix of dominance and arousal that made Gabriel's head swim. He could feel himself losing control, his omega instincts taking over as he submitted entirely to Damian's will.

"Damian," Gabriel moaned, the word slipping out unbidden, and Damian growled in response, his teeth sinking into Gabriel's shoulder in a possessive mark.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, their breathing harsh and uneven, and the occasional gasp or moan escaping Gabriel's lips. Damian's hands were everywhere, gripping his hips, sliding up his chest, tugging at the robe that clung to him like a second skin.

Finally, with a low growl, Damian slammed into him one last time, his knot swelling to its full size and locking them together. Gabriel cried out, his body convulsing around Damian's cock as he came, slick soaking the alpha's length. Damian followed soon after, his release filling Gabriel in thick, pulsing waves.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, Damian's teeth still clamped on Gabriel's shoulder, his knot keeping them connected. Gabriel's legs trembled, barely able to support his weight as he rested against the desk, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

Gabriel was still catching his breath when the door to the study clicked open.

Edward stepped inside mid-sentence, eyes already on the sheaf of papers in his hand. "You have a meeting with—"

He stopped, his hand still on the door handle.

The silence that followed was so sharp, Gabriel could almost hear the blood draining from Edward's face.

His gaze flicked once, Gabriel bent over the desk, the robe still clinging to him like sin, with Damian standing close behind, both of them technically dressed but in a way that only made it worse.

Edward closed his eyes after exactly two seconds. "What a day to have eyes," he muttered, turning on his heel so fast it was a wonder he didn't dislocate something. The door shut behind him with a decisive click.

Gabriel buried his face in his hands, his face and ears flushed red with embarrassment. "Perfect. Just perfect."

Damian, on the other hand, laughed, low, warm, and utterly unrepentant. "That's the fastest I've ever seen him retreat."

"This is your fault," Gabriel said without looking at him.

"Mm," Damian agreed without hesitation, far too pleased with himself. "But you didn't stop me, so technically it's ours."

Gabriel lifted his head just enough to glare at him from between his fingers. "If Edward quits, I'm sending him to live with you. You can explain to the court why your secretary drinks before noon."

"I'll triple his salary," Damian said smoothly, stepping in to press a kiss against Gabriel's temple as if that settled it. "That usually helps him forget."