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Brian laid in bed staring at the wall. He blinked silently as the door opened. “Bri.” Dom called. The man stayed silent. His husband walked over to him and raised his hand.
Closing his eyes, Brian forced himself not to flinch. He knew Dom didn’t like it. But sometimes he couldn’t help it and his body reacted how it wanted. Pulling his hand back, Dom sighed. “Bri. Baby I’m sorry.” He said. Biting his lips, Brian held in his sob as he started crying.
They’d been doing well but Dom still lost his temper sometimes.
It was a normal Saturday at the shop. Dom was going over paperwork as Brian worked under the hood of a Nissan Altima. It was minor repairs and a tune up so it wouldn’t take him long.
A customer, more so, rival of Dom’s, Danny Osaka, stopped by the shop. He always flirted with Brian and the young mechanic never paid him much mind. Osaka took notice of him bent over and made his way to him.
Brushing up against Brian, he caused the man to jump. “Dom let you out again.” Osaka stated. In a hurry, he stood up and turned around. He peered at the man with wide eyes. “You should come visit me some time.” The man stated.
Brian stayed silent as he lifted a hand and caressed his face. “I thought I told you about harassing my husband.” Dom spat. Osaka dropped his hand and turned around. A laugh left the man. “Dom, you know I mean no disrespect.” The man said.
Rolling his eyes, Dom peered at Brian before focusing back on Osaka. The excop shivered. He was in trouble. “I have the documents.” Dom stated. Giving them to the man, He walked him out of the garage.
A feeling of anxiety pooled in Brian’s stomach. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his husband was angry with him. Quietly, he stood by the car and waited for Dom to return. “Babe.” He stated as the man came back inside.
Shudders racked through his body as Dom stalked over. Swat! Brian’s head turned from the force of the hit but he didn’t move. “Are you fucking crazy?” Dom questioned. The excop didn’t say anything. He didn’t have time to as a hand wrapped around his arm.
He was tugged toward the back room as he teared up. “Dom.” Brian whined. His husband pushed him inside the office before slamming the door behind them. Swat! “Ah!” The man shrieked. His face was on fire as he stood with his head down.
Hands tugged at his clothing and he felt despair. “Dom. Please.” Brian begged. He bit his lips as his husband turned him around and pushed him over the desk. Tears streamed down his face once the man pressed inside him.
It wasn’t painful. He was still loose from that morning but that didn’t stop him from feeling humiliated and embarrassed.
No screams left him as his mind went blank. His body jolted everytime Dom thrusted into him. He could hear their flesh collide as his husband reminded him of who he belonged to. Sadness pooled in his stomach as silent tears left him.
Dom’s seed slipped from inside him as the man pulled out. Slowly, Brian stood and pulled his pants up. “Go clean yourself up.” The man demanded. Turning quietly, He peered at the wall as he limped to the door.
Walking through the garage, he noted that he felt heartbroken. His eyes scanned the room before he made his way out to get to the house. Inside, he went up the steps and pulled his clothes off. Standing in the shower, the water ran over him as he peered at the floor.
He cleaned himself out, before scrubbing his skin clean. The tears came unexpectedly as he held his stomach. Brian hated this. Wiping his face, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.
The man was in a weird daze. He dried off absently while peering at the bed. Maybe he wouldn’t have minded if Dom had drug him into the house to have sex. “No.” Brian said to himself. He shook his head and went to the closet.
Rummaging through his box of storage, Brian saw the t-shirts Dom used to require him to wear. Pulling them out, he slipped one on before putting the others in his bedside draw. Checking the time, he hurried downstairs to make lunch.
Brian placed everything in bowls and put them on the table. He then placed the silverware and utensils before putting a cover over everything and heading upstairs. Maybe Dom would be happy with him now.
Laying down, his mind filtered out so many memories. “I shouldn’t have even looked at Osaka.” Brian said to himself. On some level, he was aware that he hadn’t done anything wrong. But this was Dom. His husband. His first love. His master. It was his fault. It had to be.
Tears left him again as he remembered how happy he was just a few hours earlier. Dom had kissed his forehead as he woke up this morning. They made breakfast together before having sex in the kitchen.
Why were things peaceful one minute and terrible the next? Maybe Brian needed to take some time away from the shop. He could go back to the upkeep of the household while Dom worked. It would keep him from causing his husband trouble.
Sighing, Brian checked the time on his phone. He just needed a few minutes to himself and then he’d go clean the kitchen and get things out for dinner. “Just thirty minutes. I’ll be okay.” The man told himself. Taking a deep breath, he blew it out as he closed his eyes.
Dom didn’t know why he reacted the way that he did. He saw Brian with Osaka and lost himself. Heading inside, he looked at the table before making his way upstairs. Silently, he peered at Him.
Calling to his husband, he watched as he trembled but didn’t say a word. Dom felt guilty. He had caused this. Sitting on the bed, he went to touch the man but saw the way he shook. There was nothing he could do but apologize.
His eyes ghosted over the way Brian bit his lips to hide his sobs. Observing more, he took in the t-shirt the man was wearing. Dom hadn’t required him to wear it in years. Playing with his wedding ring, he felt guilty. He couldn’t understand why he was like this.
Leaving out, he went downstairs and sat at the table. Vince, Letty, Leon, and Jesse joined him. It was silent as they ate. Dom could tell that they had a lot to say. But no one would say anything. Hell, Jesse would probably tear into him once Han got back.
After they finished, Dom had Vince and Leon clean up before they went back to work. He expected Brian to come back to the shop. At least, he hoped that would be the case.
Brian rose from the bed in a groggy manner. He wasn’t feeling well but he had things to do so he made his way downstairs. Noticing that everything was cleaned, he went into the kitchen and started dinner. It was early, he knew but he had other chores.
So he set the table again before prepping the food and going onto something else. He swept the kitchen and put away the dishes. Then Brian fixed the pillows in the dining room before he did laundry. Once he was finished, he put a cake in the oven and set a timer. Sitting on the couch, he held his legs as he stared at the floor.
He was feeling dirty and disgusting. The sound of the house door made him jolt. Peering up, he watched as Vince came into the house. Brian waited for the man to insult him but instead, he walked through the living room to the bathroom. Panic pooled inside him and he hurried up the stairs to Dom’s room.
All of them had been in the garage. He knew that they were aware of what happened. Dom was never quiet when they had sex. It didn’t matter if it was punishment or just them enjoying each other. The man made sure that everyone knew that he was Brian’s owner.
Hearing the alarm, he hurried downstairs to remove the cake. Another timer was set as he took the icing out of the refrigerator. He placed it on the counter and then went and put the laundry in the dryer before putting more clothes in the washer.
On the couch, he sat as he stared blankly. There wasn’t an explanation for what he felt. Brian was numb. He just needed to do what usually made Dom happy. It was really simple. That’s at least what he told himself. Checking the time, he hurried into the kitchen to finish his task and then he took the clothes out the dryer and washer.
As he finished lugging the basket upstairs, he heard the door open. It was likely Han. The man always returned around this time. Shutting the bedroom door, he sat on the floor folding clothes. His stomach growled but he ignored it as he finished his work. He’d eat later.
Dom returned from the shop, with the hope that Brian would be downstairs. Instead, he took in the cake sitting in the kitchen and the food on the dining room table. Not seeing him made him angry. Going upstairs, he saw the door was closed. Opening it, he watched as his husband put his head down and stopped what he was doing.
“The door’s supposed to be open when you’re not in bed.” Dom spat. Brian flinched at the tone. “I forgot. I’m sorry.” He apologized. “Uhn.” The man grunted. Tears pricked the ex cop's eyes as his husband went into the bathroom. Wiping his face, he put the clothes away before getting the other items out of the dryer.
The man finished showering and came into the room. Brian stopped folding clothes as he listened to him sit on the bed. “Come eat Bri.” Dom demanded. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath as he felt the sadness. Leaning onto his knees, he crawled toward him in silence.
Brian licked the underside of his cock from the base to the head. Slipping it in his mouth, he hallowed his cheeks as he bobbed up and down. “Damn Buster.” Dom spat. His hands ran over the man’s tresses before he gripped them tight. “Agh! Heuk! Heuk! Agh!” The embarrassing sounds slipped from him as the man forced his head down and fucked his throat.
“Dom. Dinner’s heated up…” Leon trailed off. “I’ll be down once I’m done.” He stated. Tears slipped down Brian’s cheeks as he closed his eyes. The man’s seed squirted into his mouth unexpectedly and he received it without so much as a flinch. Once the organ was pulled out, he slumped into his lap with a sigh.
Pushing him off, Dom dressed and then left the room. He pressed his head into the side of the bed and cried silently. It was devastating and Brian had no idea what to do. This was his fault. It had to be. All he could do was be better.
Wiping his face, the man went back to folding. He did it absently. Once he finished, Brian put everything away and went to the top of the stairs. “How would Dom feel if I threw myself down the steps?” He thought. A sad chuckle left him. It was as if he could picture it. A sprawled out mess of broken limbs.
He wouldn’t do it though. It’d only make Dom angrier at him than he already was. Brian didn’t want to stoop so low. He’d harmed himself before and if he did it again, his husband would likely punish him. That’s not what he needed nor what he wanted. Sighing deeply, he made his way down the steps.
Slipping through the living room, he went into the kitchen. He could hear the conversation taking place as Han answered Leon’s questions. Brian peered behind him before he made his way to the back door. Opening it, he went to head out but stopped at the man staring at him. “Who said you could go outside?” Dom questioned. Stepping back, he peered down in fear.
“Answer me.” His husband demanded. “I.. No one.” Brian responded. “Hmm.” The Toretto head let out. “Where were you going?” He asked. “Just to the tables for fresh air.” The ex cop revealed. There was silence and Brian’s heart skipped a beat. He could feel the man’s eyes on him. “Turn around.” Dom demanded. “Dom Please.” The man whined. It was silent again.
Turning around, Brian shuddered as he listened to his footsteps. The man brushed up against him, causing him to jolt. Biting his lip, he closed his eyes as he heard the familiar sign of his husband’s pants unzipping. Hands ran at the bottom of his shirt before lifting it up. A deadness seeped into him when he was pushed over the counter.
Dom’s cock slid inside him quick. His breath caught in his chest as the man pulled out and thrust back in. Brian didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed his face to the counter and stared off toward the doorway. The thrusts were harsh, causing his ass to jiggle. His husband rutted into him like an animal and the sounds from their flesh sounded in the room.
Brian saw a silhouette. Peering up, he took in Leon and Vince. “Dom.” They called. Humiliation and gut wrenching despair pooled in him. Turning his head, he closed his eyes as his forehead rested directly on the cold surface. “I’ll be in once I finish.” Dom replied, thrusting hard. Using his hands, he covered his face as he cried. He whined as his husband gripped his wrists.
The man tugged his arms back and thrusted into him. “Ahhh! Haaah!” Brian screamed. Tears fell from his eyes as the man ravished him. It wasn’t fair. Being treated like this wasn’t fair. His body arched off the counter as his husband took him. The pace. Position. Intensity. All of it overwhelmed him as his body shook. “Please! AhhhH! Dom!” He shrieked. The man continued, pushing him down and shrouding his back as he rutted deeper.
FWOP! FWOP! FWOP! The hard thrusts caused Brian to gasp wordlessly. His thighs and hard cock were smashed against the counter as Dom emptied into him. He groaned as he was tugged back by his arms. Kisses peppered his cheek before a hand jerked his cock. His legs gave out as he released over his husband’s hand.
Once Dom let go of him, his body crashed to the floor. Fingers moved in front of his lips and he opened his mouth to suck them clean in an obedient manner. His husband ran his fingers down his cock then shoved them in Brian’s mouth. He cleaned the essence away again before listening to the man fix his clothes. “You’re not allowed outside without my permission.” Dom spat. Staring blankly at the ground, he didn’t respond.
Hands tugged his hair, eliciting a jump. “I understand.” Brian said hurriedly. The grip left him and he heard the man turn on the sink. He was silent as he heard him leave the kitchen. Sitting there, he wiped his face before standing up. Dom’s seed started to trickle out faster. He grabbed a paper towel and ran water over it then wiped himself as gently as possible. There were traces of blood but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he stared blankly into the sink before going back upstairs.
Brian didn’t bother to shower or clean himself up. Dom was probably going to fuck him again after dinner so he grabbed a pillow and blanket before laying on the floor. “Wasn’t this my place?” He thought to himself. “Yes. It’s always been that way.” Brian responded out loud. His mind filtered back through his life. Before Lompoc, During Lompoc, and all the years after. This had always been his place.
“I’m nothing but a whore.” He thought. “A married whore.” Brian corrected out loud. Laying there, he closed his eyes as he started to cry. There was no one to blame for this. He’d chosen “Love” and this was what that Love returned to him. “It wasn’t always like this though.” Brian reminded himself. “This is true.” He said. Dom wasn’t always like this. In fact, he hadn’t been like this in a long time. Today was just one of the worst days Dom had since he came to live with Brian in Japan.
Honestly, Brian didn’t know how to feel. He knew he was making excuses and trying to rationalize it. This was the only thing that provided him comfort. Dom was the authority in their relationship. He always was. Always would be. “I have to adjust.” Brian told himself. But what he didn’t acknowledge was the fact that he was scared that it would only get worse. He wasn’t sure if he could handle that version of Dom again.
“Don’t harp on it.” He stated. It was the only way for him to be able to be happy. When it came to Dom, he never knew what to do. The man owned his mind, body and soul. His heart would always belong to him. If they weren’t married, Brian’s fears wouldn’t be after thoughts. Marriage was a union. That meant there was love. Right?
He wasn’t sure. But Brian knew that when he was just owned by Dominic Toretto, he accepted what the man gave him. Now that they were married, he wanted something different. He wanted love. It was just scary waiting to see if Dominic would continue to give him spousal respect or if he’d keep taking it away.
Dom returned to the room much later than he’d wanted. He took in Brian sleeping on the floor. Sitting down, his eyes ran over his husband and an indescribable feeling jolted through him. Today was a bad day. One of the worst ones he’d had. It was like he couldn’t control himself. Danny Osaka’s lack of respect had hit him in his core. He then took it out on Brian.
The man was guilty of being impulsive. It was a part of who he was. However, he’d been much better with controlling himself when it came to Brian. Every fear he had inside him had shot to the surface and before he knew it, he was dragging his husband to the back room to remind him of his place. Dom didn’t want to admit it. But he preferred Brian behind him and not beside him.
It sounds harsh, yet it was his truth. Dom’s own parents had a similar dynamic. His mother took care of the house while his father provided for them. Yes, he’d allowed Brian to return to the shop. He’d even given him other liberties that allowed him to move freely. His possessive and aggressive nature never allowed Brian to be “free” completely. It probably never would.
Toretto Clan hearing them have sex or walking in on them wasn’t new. There were times, in the past, when Brian would initiate it purposely just to get under Vince and Lettie’s skin. What Dom did today wasn’t that. He needed Brian to remember who his husband was. If he was a better man, he’d have spoken to him about it. But the reality was that Toretto’s didn’t talk. They let their actions speak for themselves. That was their way.
Standing up, he moved past the sleeping man to the closet. He changed his clothes as his mind went back to the conversations at Dinner. Mia, Jesse, Han and Leon were upset with him. They didn’t hold back on how his behavior toward Brian had disgusted them. Jesse was considering taking time away from the shop because of it. Mia refused to move back in. Han didn’t like how Dom’s treatment of Brian affected Jesse and he was always going to protect his husband. Leon didn’t say anything with his mouth, he had given Dom a look plus the cold shoulder.
As the head of house, he felt conflicted. A few years ago, no one would’ve questioned Dom’s decisions. Now, they were acting as if he was some Tyrant or dictator. He knew they would follow him because they always had. However, Brian had always been the one that could sway the family with the least amount of effort. He did it before Lompoc, during Lompoc, and now many years after Lompoc.
It was an irritating fact. Dom hated it and at the same time he was amused. That’s what he loved about Brian. He was genuine and honest. A ray of sunlight that never faded. His ray of sunlight that never faded. Lompoc had broken the strongest of men. Dom lost a lot of himself there but Brian. No matter what he did to survive, it never stole his humility or humanity. The man loved with an open heart.
After he changed his clothes, Dom went back over to his sleeping husband. Bending down, he lifted him up gently and laid him on the bed. Climbing in, he grabbed the man in a tight embrace before pulling the covers over them. “I’m sorry Bri. I was jealous.” He whispered. Kissing the man’s head, he sighed as he allowed himself to relax so sleep could take him.