Chapter 1: Whispers in the Dark
The sleek, modern halls of Podongnet HQ in Seoul were eerily silent as Garrius, the stoic leader of Goldfang, strode through the empty corridors. His purple suit clung to his muscular frame, the blue ribbon tying back his long blonde hair glinting under the dim lights. His piercing purple eyes scanned the area, a cold intensity in his gaze as he clutched the small, encrypted drive meant for Kai, Podongnet’s elusive head. But Kai wasn’t here. No one was—except for a faint, desperate sound echoing from a nearby room.
Garrius’s ears twitched, his golden retriever senses picking up the high-pitched whines. He followed the noise, his polished shoes clicking against the floor, until he reached a slightly ajar door. Peering inside, he saw Radar, the timid tech genius of Podongnet, sprawled across his bed. The grey Great Dane’s blue bandana was askew on his head, his left arm and right leg wrapped in bandages from a recent mission gone wrong. But it wasn’t pain that had him squirming. No, the precious thing was caught in the throes of a wet dream, his whines growing frantic, almost pleading.
A smirk curled Garrius’s lips as he stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click. ‘Poor little pup,’ he thought, his cold exterior melting into something hungrier, more primal. Radar’s vulnerability stirred something deep in him, a need to comfort—and claim. He approached the bed, his shadow falling over Radar’s trembling form.
‘Hey, tech boy,’ Garrius’s deep voice rumbled, laced with a teasing edge. ‘Dreaming of someone special, are we?’
Radar stirred, his blue eyes fluttering open, hazy with sleep and lust. ‘G-Garrius?’ he stammered, his voice a soft whimper as he realized who loomed over him. ‘W-what are you doing here?’
‘Returning something for Kai,’ Garrius replied, holding up the drive before tossing it onto the bedside table. ‘But looks like I stumbled into something far more... interesting.’ His gaze dropped to Radar’s flushed face, then lower, where the thin fabric of his shorts did little to hide his arousal. ‘Having fun without me, pup?’
Radar’s ears flattened, his cheeks burning as he tried to pull the blanket over himself. ‘I-I wasn’t— I mean, I didn’t mean to—’
‘Shh,’ Garrius cut him off, his tone both commanding and affectionate as he sat on the edge of the bed. ‘No need to explain. I can see it all over you. Smell it, even.’ He leaned closer, his nose brushing Radar’s neck, inhaling the scent of need. ‘You’re dripping for someone, aren’t you?’
Radar squirmed, his bandaged limbs making his movements clumsy, but there was fire in his eyes as he snapped back, ‘And what if I am? You gonna mock me for it, big shot?’
Garrius chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. ‘Mock you? No, darling. I’m gonna help you.’ His large paw slid up Radar’s thigh, firm and possessive, stopping just shy of where the heat pulsed strongest. ‘Unless you’d rather keep whining into the dark.’
Radar’s breath hitched, his defiance warring with desire. ‘I don’t need your pity, Garrius,’ he bit out, though his hips twitched under the touch. ‘I can handle myself.’
‘Oh, I’m sure you can,’ Garrius purred, his purple eyes glinting with mischief. ‘But why handle it alone when I’m right here?’ Without waiting for a reply, he tugged Radar’s shorts aside, exposing the glistening heat beneath. His tongue darted out, hungry and deliberate, tracing over Radar’s sensitive clit before diving deeper, tasting the wet, desperate need.
Radar let out a sharp, keening whine, his head falling back against the pillow. ‘F-fuck, Garrius,’ he gasped, his voice trembling but laced with demand. ‘Don’t tease me. Not now.’
‘Tease?’ Garrius growled against him, the vibration sending shivers through Radar’s core. ‘I’m devouring you, pup. Call me what you did in your dream. I heard it.’
Radar’s eyes widened, embarrassment flashing across his face before melting into raw, unfiltered want. ‘D-daddy,’ he whispered, the word slipping out like a plea, his paws gripping the sheets as Garrius’s tongue worked him into a panting, sweating mess.
‘That’s it,’ Garrius murmured, his voice thick with lust as he felt Radar’s body tense beneath him, on the brink of shattering. The night was just beginning, and he had no intention of stopping until every whine turned into a scream.
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