CW: Discussion of noncon.
Rebecca went looking for Serena at the MC. As it happened, Sebastian was there quietly discussing legal matters with Sigefrid and two men Rebecca couldn't place, though another girl was there clinging to them both by the arm.
"Bash, could I talk to you for a second?" Rebecca asked. A large man made a crude remark and swatted at her ass; she whirled on him with a glare.
"Easy, Haesten," Sebastian said, sounding bored, as if he dealt with those antics from Haesten all the time.
"Why?" Haesten asked mockingly. "Is she your woman?" Raucous laughter broke out at that. Sebastian smirked and clapped a hand on Haesten's shoulder.
"She's my best friend's wife," he said casually. "She wouldn't want you to take a turn with her."
Haesten's eyes went flinty. "I do not care what she would want," he said. "Sigefrid's and Erik's women parade themselves and none of us may touch them, but a pretty girl who comes so willingly into our den--"
"Is it not enough for you that you've taken Skade?" an older man demanded from his seat on one of the couches.
"If you'd like to form a line and each take a number," Sebastian quipped.
"What?!" Rebecca screeched.
"Since you brought her here, you should take the first turn. I'm feeling generous today." Laughter broke out again at Haesten's words.
"Good to know you'd be content with my sloppy seconds," Sebastian drawled, "but seriously, she's not on the menu."
Rebecca rolled her eyes. She'd been wondering if Sebastian would say anything useful. He turned his attention back to Sigefrid and resumed their discussion. She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently until Sebastian scowled back over at her.
"If you'd like me to change my mind and ask these strapping gentlemen to keep you occupied--"
"Where's Trent?" she demanded, impatiently waving away his threat.
"Trent has been banned from this clubhouse for months," one of the men beside Sigefrid said in a high, somewhat nasally voice. The girl clinging to him nodded.
"He threatened Erik," she added.
"I know that, but I thought Bash would know where he is," Rebecca said.
The other man Erik's girlfriend was clinging to spoke up. "How did you know our lawyer would be here?"
Rebecca stammered awkwardly for a moment. Sebastian would kill her if she outed him, but she was terrible at coming up with plausible excuses on the spot. Sebastian himself seemed greatly entertained, crossing his arms and leaning against Sigefrid with a cool smirk, until Haesten spoke up.
"Look, she does not know what to say. Do you know what I think? She came into this clubhouse under a flimsy pretext, hoping to get some action." He advanced on her, but Sebastian took her by the arm and led her out.
"Off the menu, I said," he called back as they were leaving. He dragged her to his car and shoved her roughly into the passenger side, then got in.
"Seriously. What the hell?" he asked as he peeled out of the parking lot.
"I keep forgetting you're stronger than you look," she breathed distractedly. He frowned, but kept his eyes on the road.
"Haesten's right, you shouldn't have gone looking for me there. You couldn't have sent a text? Rebecca, I know you lack common sense at the best of times, but those guys are bad news."
"You hang out there all the time," she muttered, "in drag. You don't seem too threatened. Why should I be? And that other girl--"
"Allya and I-- Allya and Serena-- are under the protection of the vice president and the president. Some random chick walks in there, looking the way you look, and they'll use any excuse to tie her up and gangbang her. Unless you're into that, send a fucking text next time. And no, for the record, I don't know where your husband is. He showed up at Xandy's and my hotel room last week and I sent him away."
Rebecca scoffed. "You sent away Trent? The guy you've been obsessing over since you were in grade school? I don't believe it."
Sebastian's normally pouty lips went into a hard, straight line. Rebecca tried to open the discussion a few more times, but he ignored her until they got to her house.
"Get the hell out of my car," he said. She didn't. He turned to face her, teal eyes narrowed in anger. "Unless you want me to drive you back there and make a gift of you to Haesten--"
Without thinking, she launched herself at him. Grasping his face in her hands, she kissed him aggressively and made her way into his lap. Her heart pounded in her chest as she wondered if he was going to shove her away, hit her, or make good on his threat. Excitement pooled below her waist as the thought crossed her mind. Haesten wasn't a terrible-looking guy, and some of the others, with their long hair and muscular bodies, she wouldn't mind being railed by a few of them. Her face flushed as her imagination took over, and it took a good few minutes for her to realize she was still making out with her husband's ex-boyfriend, who hadn't done a thing to stop her. She pulled back, bit her lip, and looked up at him through her lashes. He rolled his eyes at her, opened the car door, and more-or-less gently nudged her off his lap onto the pavement.
"You could keep me company until he gets back," she husked, trying her damnedest to sound seductive. "And then... maybe we could share him."
Sebastian's lips parted. He'd been the one to break things off with Trent, but he clearly still loved the man, and he wasn't prideful enough to deny an opportunity to hook up with Trent with Rebecca's blessing. Besides, she could clearly see he was aroused. He might hate her, but he'd made it clear on multiple occasions that he found her attractive despite his constant digs at her body.
He ended up following her inside and feigning disinterest as she removed both their clothes. He allowed himself to be led to the bedroom and pressed onto the bed. He scooted up into a seated position by the head of the bed, his expression neutral as she situated herself, impaled on him with her legs wrapped around his waist. It wasn't the first or even the fourth time they'd hooked up, although it had never been just the two of them before. She was vocal as she rode him, running her hands through his curly blond hair, pressing her massive chest against him as though she expected him to appreciate it. He allowed her to use his body to get herself off, only reacting when she gushed all over his lap: He closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a faint smile.
Afterwards, when she was cleaning them off, she grimaced at him. "Hey," she began. "I'm sorry about before. I think I might have peed on you a little."
To her surprise, his cheeks colored faintly as he waved off her apology.
"It's fine," he said.
She looked at him quizzically. His blush deepened and he refused to meet her gaze.
"Sebastian? Are you... into that?" she asked. "It's okay if you are. I'm into some weird things too."
Sebastian huffed, got up, and left the room. When she padded out a few minutes later, he was dressed and watching a Mandarin drama on Netflix. She settled on the couch next to him, nestling in against him, and he put an arm around her automatically.
"We can make this a regular thing, if you want," he said between episodes, "but I am beyond uncomfortable discussing my kinks with you."
"That's not fair," Rebecca protested, pausing the show. "You and Trent stalked me and spied on me for years. You know all of my kinks. Why can't I know one or two of yours?"
"You do know one or two of mine," Sebastian gritted out through clenched teeth. "You know I like getting fucked in drag, and you know I have a thing for knives, both of which are evident from my relationship with Sigefrid." His expression softened into a fond smile for a moment, then his brow creased and he pulled out his phone. "Crap. I should tell him I'm here. Likewise, you need to tell Trent what just happened."
"What? Why me?"
"At the risk of sounding five, because you started it."
"You don't sound five." At Sebastian's disbelieving look, Rebecca shook her head and grinned. "no. Because if you did, I couldn't point out that... you didn't finish."
Sebastian blushed again. "Mind your own business," he groused. She laughed and straddled his lap again.
"Getting you off is my business," she purred in his ear. He shoved her off his lap with one hand and, when she looked up at him from the floor, there was as clear expression of annoyance on his face.
"Let's clear something up." There was a cold note in his normally warm and sweet baritone. "I jacked off watching footage of you in college, and then later when you slept with Trent. I've had group sex with you multiple times and, yeah, if those guys in the club had forced their way, I wouldn't have had a problem participating. But I have never once had an orgasm because of you, and I never will. Oh, don't give me that kicked-puppy look. I don't cum that often. I spend 90% of my sex life in chastity, so."
"Are you kidding me?" Rebecca snapped, sitting back on the couch and glaring at him. "You got 30 girls pregnant, Sebastian!"
"Which was clearly a prank from one of my in-laws," Sebastian retorted. "Oh, tee-hee, let's mess with the succubus. Have 'em knock up a bunch of chicks! Hilarious!" He threw up his hands angrily.
"Okay, but--"
"Listen." He steamrolled over her protests. "There is no way in hell I would ever get off from you consensually banging me."
Rebecca's eyes widened in horror as the implication sank in. He gave an ironic chuckle, seeming satisfied that she got the message.
"Don't look so surprised. You know I hate you." His voice was warm again, laconic. "I have no problem hooking up with you as much as you want. Be as good or bad in bed as you want, it doesn't matter to me. You won't get me off either way." He shrugged for emphasis. "And don't worry, I won't do the other thing unless you really piss me off."
She shivered. That was a pretty low bar to set. But she also didn't fully believe she couldn't get him off if she really tried. She scooted up next to him on the couch and rested her hand on his thigh. His eyebrows rose, but he otherwise ignored her, even when she pulled his arm around her.
"Hey, isn't that the actor Faustus likes?" she asked, nodding to the screen as she hit play.
"Vanness Wu," Sebastian nodded. "Yep."
"He is kind of cute."
Sebastian grunted in the affirmative.
"Fine," said Rebecca after a moment. "I'll text him."
A few episodes later, they were a tangle of limbs on the living room floor. Rebecca was exhausted and frustrated. She'd done everything she could think of, used every last ounce of her skill, and failed to evoke the desired response from Sebastian. He, meanwhile, was able to play her body like a fiddle with seemingly very little effort. For a guy who wasn't too enthused about sleeping with women, he had a shockingly good grasp of how to please them. Maybe Trent had shared some of his sex books with his friend, or maybe his skill came from spying on her in bed for over a decade.
"I hate you, so much," she panted now, nestling closer to him even as she said so.
"Good," he replied indifferently, like he hadn't been vigorously pounding into her and thumbing her clit five minutes ago.
"See, I don't get it," she said, propping herself up on one elbow as she regarded him appraisingly. "You have this cold, calculating act. You claim I couldn't get you off unless you were raping me. But when we're actually doing it, I can tell you're enjoying it. The way you look at me, the way you touch me, it doesn't feel like you hate me at all."
He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh. "Rebecca, the first person I ever loved abandoned me to chase after a relationship with you, multiple times," he explained patiently. "Of course I hate you. You take him completely for granted and then get mad when he shows a mind of his own instead of doing your bidding. For twelve years, you kept forgetting he existed until you wanted something from him, then got a bug up your ass when he had needs of his own. Nathaniel and I broke up with him because of drama you kept causing. But on the flip side, Trent's fascination with you was contagious. I want to know what the hell is so special bout you that the man I protected and loved for over 20 years could forget about me so easily. I don't want to think he's just out of his fucking mind, but personally, I can't think of any other reason he'd like you." Sebastian's voice was shaking as he ranted at her.
She scoffed, trying to hide how much his words hurt. "Okay. Wow. But that doesn't mean anything. You don't even like girls."
"Wrong," said Sebastian. "My first celebrity crush was Sandra Bullock. I sleep with Maze... semi-regularly, it used to be more often, but whatever. I have no problem bedding girls. You, however, I despise. I want to make that very clear to you."
Rebecca's hazel eyes narrowed. "Do you-- with Maze-- does she, you know?"
He stared at her until she completed her thought.
"Does she make you... you know, finish?"
Sebastian rolled his eyes yet again and huffed. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes. Rarely, but it happens. And yes, when it's just her and me," he added.
Rebecca nodded slowly, eyes wide. "Wowww," she intoned. Then she smirked. "I'll make you enjoy it with me. You'll see. Challenge accepted."
