It's satisfying to watch Alban struggle to keep up the act of being okay in the days following Sonny cornering him. It's a sick, twisted and sadistic satisfaction but he's gotten to the point where he enjoys seeing Alban leave whenever he enters a call and even go to the lengths of logging out of Minecraft when Sonny logs in. Alban's cancelled a couple of streams as well and has really been off his form as well. Clearly he's gotten soft after coming to this time, there’s no way it's the first time he's been raped but it's probably the first time he was assaulted by someone so close to him. It's good though, it makes him easier to break and will make him easier to mould to his liking. If he managed to groom him into wanting to be a little boy with positive affirmations, he'll be able to make him dependant on him from this cycle of abuse and love.

When Alban is next forced to actually interact with him, it's at a meeting with management and all of Noctyx. It's clear from Alban's body language and careful choice of words that he's uncomfortable, but the boy values his professionalism so he forces himself through it. He manages to catch him just before Alban leaves the meeting.

"Otouto what's wrong? You don't look like you're doing so hot man." Alban immediately leaves the call.

It takes a while until he's able to corner him in person again. By the time he does Alban seems to have been recovering a bit, and Sonny can't have that. He appears unannounced at an off collab between Luca and Alban. All the Australians got a shoutout to join in on the second day if they want to and he'd be stupid not to take up the chance to see Alban again in person. The moment he’d found out Alban would be in Australia he knew what he had to do. The brothers catching up might have been a cute idea but it was foolish for them to do it in the same country Sonny lives in if he truly wanted to stay away from him.

The fear in Alban's eyes when he joins the group is visible before he excuses himself to the bathroom. Instantly separating himself from the group so Sonny can catch him alone is just about the stupidest thing he can do. Alban's proved himself to be pretty smart in the past but rational thinking must go out the door when out of nowhere his abuser shows up out of the blue.

He finds him shut in a stall, seeming to be leant against a wall and Sonny can hear him talking quietly to himself trying to convince himself that he can handle a couple of hours with Sonny in a group of people. Toilet locks, unfortunately for Alban are very easy to open from the outside. His shock is clear when the door swings open and he's greeted by Sonny with a soft smile on his face.

"Alban, are you feeling sick? Do you need to go back to your hotel?" He extends a hand to him, watching as Alban flinches away from the offer. "Ah, come on, we’ll tell the others that you're not feeling great and I'm going to order you an Uber. You've still got 5 days here right? You can afford to rest for a day."

"N-no I'm fine. It's nothing." Slowly he takes Sonny's hand. "The others are waiting to order so let's go get some lunch."

"Are you sure? You've been a bit off for a while. Let's get you back there and let you rest." Sonny has no intention of letting him re-join the others and that's becoming obvious to Alban as well from the way his eyes dart around the rest of the bathroom looking for some kind of escape before resigning himself to playing along with Sonny's whims. "It was a long trip here."

"Y-yeah, uh, I guess it was." The moments of silence that fall between them as Alban pauses are like an unspoken conversation. Alban knows what will happen to him if he goes anywhere alone with Sonny right now, but due to the blackmail material Sonny has on him he can't really say no. "You're just gonna escort me there, right?"

"Oh no, I'll take good care of you." His tone is soft and his expression still kind. "I'll be gentle, why would I want to hurt you in any way?"

After apologising to the others and leaving the restaurant, Alban drops a little of his facade. He doesn't say anything the entire trip to the hotel, choosing to sit in the front with the driver rather than in the back of the car with Sonny. Things will work out though, Sonny is confident in his plan.

It's not until they're in the elevator that Alban speaks to him again.

"Hey Sonny..."

"Yes Alban?"

"You're not actually going to do it again right?" He sounds so meek as he speaks, knowing that whatever he says won't change Sonny's mind. "You do know that flirting stuff was just, just like, a for stream thing. I didn't expect you to actually get into it like that."

He's so careful with his words as he speaks.

"And maybe it did get a little out of hand but, y'know, uh, I might have used you as a bit of a crutch when I was in a low place. It was fun to bounce that kind of stuff off you and it made me feel loved." His hands wring each other as he gets through his explanation. "Plus I thought you were straight on top of that... So I uh, never even considered it as a serious thing."

"You know you can't talk your way out of this." He speaks in a deadpan, staring directly at the elevator doors. "Plus, I already said I'll be nice today. It's nothing you haven't done before. Do you really hate me that much? You fucked strangers as long as they had money, but you refuse to do it with me."

"Hey look, that's not the reason I did tha-" Giving a sigh he stops speaking, the two of them falling into silence again once more.

As they enter the room, Alban stops him in the entrance by putting his hand on Sonny's chest.

"Can I just ask one thing. Please." He looks up at him with pleading eyes. "Let me take the lead. I-I mean I'll still bottom and stuff but it's just I've had a lot of experience at this, and you probably haven't so it'll just make things easier for us both."

Taking a moment to consider it, Sonny removes his boots and moves across to the bed. Alban has a point. Sonny doesn't exactly want to make any of this easy on him but letting Alban degrade himself by being the most active one while taking a man he can't stand is appealing. If it doesn't do the trick, he'll just be rougher next time.

"Sure, do what you need to do, I'm going to message the others on discord and let them know we got you back here." Not once does he look at Alban as he speaks, instead reaching into the pockets of his jacket and reaches for his phone. As he sees Alban head for the bathroom he reaches into his pockets once more, setting lube and a condom on the side table. He'd prefer to cum inside for ownership reasons but he's not trusting his dick unprotected inside someone like Alban. Not only does he have no clue what he might have but the diseases from his timeline might not even be the same as his own or this one. It's not worth the risk.

By the time he re-joins him, Alban's already stripped half his layers. The nerves are still apparent as he walks back into the room and Sonny can tell that he'd really rather not be doing this, but he manages to fall into a cheerful persona by the time he reaches the bed. Out of everything that angers Sonny more than him being pathetic. He's treating him like just another John, it's obvious. To add to the anger he feels, he notices that Alban too carries lube and a condom with him out from the bathroom, the lube clearly significantly used. The idea that he came all the way to Australia prepared to do something with someone else makes him furious.

"You really travelled with those?" His eyes narrow at what Alban holds. "Who were you planning to fuck here?"

When Alban climbs onto the bed, it's to straddle him, the warmth of his thighs pressing against Sonny’s as he settles in his lap. Sonny's hands grip his hips a little too tight, not even trying conceal his shift in mood.

"Uh, you?" It's a clear lie. "Okay o-okay, I wasn't planning on fucking anyone I-I swear. The condoms were a just in case thing I always have a couple in my wallet and the lube is for uhhh, special Alban time."

Sonny's eyes stay narrowed but it's enough of an excuse that he keeps himself from snapping. Just. Alban gets one more chance to not do something wrong and he's going back on his word and fucking him into the mattress. Even if the sex doesn't end up being good in that situation, it's still proving a point to Alban.

"Fine, just get to it."

Alban's experience shows through he moves. Every angle is calculated as he leans in, he doesn't even seem bothered by the fact Sonny puts up his hand to stop him kissing his lips, seamlessly moving to kiss Sonny's neck instead. While Sonny doesn't know who he's imagining, he knows it probably isn't him and that needs to change.

"Alban, you should be doing these things only with me." Speaking throughout the act will surely help remind him of who he's fucking. "You shouldn't be touching anyone else like this."

There's a delay in the response from Alban as he continues to kiss Sonny's neck while removing his jacket, waiting for it to hit the mattress before he looks up at him with the most adorable expression.

"Onii's so selfish wanting me all to himself. You'll be able to satisfy me, right?" Fingers undoing the buttons on Sonny's shirt he continues. "But since it's you I'm sure you can."

"Don't give me that shit Alban, cut the act." He's really not in the mood for Alban's fakeness right now.

"I-I really don't know if you want to see me if I'm not putting on a front." Voice instantly changing as he lets his true feelings show through.

"I want to see every bit of it, your tears, your sweat, the way you really feel as you ride me." Looking directly into Alban's eyes he tells him exactly what he wants. The personality Alban used to put on to flirt with him on stream is fun but he wants to see him raw and completely undone. Alban after he'd fucked his face had been the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and he needs more of it. "I want to see the sides of you that you don't show to anyone else and the things you don't even want me seeing."

Alban nods expression wavering slightly before he leans in again to kiss Sonny's now bare chest. As that cute tongue of his flicks out to lick one of his nipples, hands go to Sonny's belt, easily working is open without glancing down at it. Alban's managing better to control himself even now that he's dropped the act, it must be because after the first time it's no surprise that Sonny would assault him again. Even if Sonny is being a lot kinder this time it doesn't change what this is.

Putting a hand on Alban's head, he pets his hair before pushing his head down. After the first time he'd barely gotten to see Alban's skills, only his ability to not vomit after having a dick repeatedly forced down his throat. Warmth hits his cock, Alban mouthing at it through the fabric of his boxers, soaking the fabric through as he kisses it to hardness.

It’s Sonny himself who reaches down to push his pants and boxers both off his hips, a hiss leaving his mouth as Alban’s mouth ends up on his cock directly. Guiding it between his lips, his head falls back as Alban once more shows off his deep throating skills. Sonny tries not to think of how many other’s dicks he must have sucked to get this good at what he’s doing right now.

“Ah… Alban.” His name falls from his lips without him even intending it and it’s followed up by a whimper from Alban around his cock.

To say that he’s skilled is an understatement but then again before he’d forced himself onto Alban Sonny had never had someone’s mouth on his dick before, so he doesn’t have the best point of reference. He does know that he’s ruined for anyone else ever again but that doesn’t matter because there never will be anyone else, only Alban.

The blowjob starts to grow audibly sloppier, Alban using one of his hands to jerk off half his cock as he changes technique. Sonny’s not going to be able to handle too much of this if he wants to last at all while inside Alban. Moaning out as he focuses on the tip with his tongue, Sonny pushes up Alban’s bangs to take a look at his face. He’s not yet crying but his eyes are watering as he meets his eyes. He’s holding up far better than Sonny expected but between being a notorious cry baby and mixing a compromised emotional state with the pleasure of being fucked, Sonny knows he’ll get there.

“Mm, Alban you need to stop.” Gasped out words have Alban stopping immediately. He’s responding well to his commands right now. “Too close.”

“Uh, do you want to lean against the pillows? You wanted me to ride you right?”

Slowly Alban stands, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor before turning around and hooking his thumbs into his waistband. Even though the show he’s giving is just the type of performance from his that pisses Sonny off at the moment, he does appreciate the view of his supple ass being fully revealed and how as Alban bends over to slide his underwear down his legs, he gets a view of that cute hole that he’ll soon be violating.

Sonny had always had an inkling that Alban would take care of his body hair, especially after he started getting him to act young and cute and it seems like he’s kept the habit up. It’s a concern given the implications that there might have been people for him to remain bare for but is in line with his preferences so instead of confronting him when he’s just desperate to be buried in his ass, he’ll save it for later. Making note of that, he strips himself down as well, leaving on only the opened shirt before moving up the bed.

The mattress sinks further down as Alban climbs onto it, revealing as he sits over his thighs that despite his obvious discomfort, he’s clearly somewhat into this. He’s not completely hard but there’s a tiny bit of interest showing. It’s in track with their first encounter where he’d gotten hard from Sonny face fucking him. The roughness Sonny had used must have contributed to him being more into it. Fucking whore. That’s so typical of a degenerate like him. Must have had so much rough sex without people caring for him in the past that his body became used to it and it’s having something not brutal that truly gets him on edge. It makes him question a little whether Alban’s ever had actually normal sex.

Tongue poking out from between his lips, Alban opens the condom packet, seeming to hesitate for a second before rolling it onto Sonny’s cock. It makes Sonny raise an eyebrow, which Alban clearly notices as he quickly starts stammering out a defence.

“A-um, I’m just a little surprised you want to use one at all. I thought with this whole thing you’d be more into going raw.”

“With you?”

“Yeah, well I mean it’s uh, not like I don’t understand though.” His mouth quirks in a small grimace at the sentence. He knows his own reputation as well as Sonny does.

“Just get on with it.”

Alban’s legs shake a little as he rises up to hover over Sonny’s cock and as he starts to sink down on it, his eyes fall closed and his breath hitches. Even having experience, Sonny’s pretty sure he’s likely on the big side for what Alban will have taken. Now hanging completely limp between his legs, any sign of Alban’s erection has now flagged. Even soft his cock is pretty cute though, Sonny hopes that it doesn’t grow too much more when hard, it helps his immersion if Alban’s always small on top of the hairlessness and baby face.

“Hey Sonny?” Hips pressed firmly against Sonny’s crotch, his chest rises and falls fast as he adjusts to his length and girth. “Um, you can say no but can I touch myself?”

He considers it. What would he prefer? Alban pathetically jerking himself off while riding him? Or forcing him to get off on his cock only? There’s one answer that will play more into his favour with his plan though.

“Of course, I said I’d be nice today didn’t I?”

“T-thank you.”

There’s a sniff from Alban as he moves his hand to his dick, as small as his hand is it almost completely engulfs it as he starts to jerk it off. Reaching out to Alban’s hips he prompts him to start moving. With one hand bracing him on the bed, he starts to move and Sonny moans instantly. Alban’s mouth feels great but there’s something about the entire experience of being inside him with a first row seat to watching him become aroused despite how much this must be messing with his emotional state deep down.

When Alban’s hand falls away from his cock and he begins using two hands to support himself, Sonny’s delighted to see that in his full glory, Alban is just as cute everywhere as he’d hoped he’d be. It’s no wonder at all that others were eager to have their hands on him. Alban’s a filthy slut but there’s a reason he’d been attracted to him the moment he laid eyes on him and a reason why he’s going through this effort to make break him into someone who’ll never be able to live without him. Reaching towards Alban’s nipples, he tugs on one and scoffs at the sound he makes. So sensitive too, would he have been like that without his history or was this trained into him over the years.

Sonny’s thrusts his hips up to meet Alban’s movements and his eyes roll back in his head as though this is what he really needed all along. Of course, he did, and he could have had it months ago if he hadn’t gone and acted evasive like that. If it weren’t for the distance Sonny probably would have had him long, long ago and this never would have been an issue at all. Continuing to move his hips along with Alban’s he finds himself unable to take it anymore. Thankfully Alban is light and flipping him onto his back is easy. He needs to be the one in control and he needs to be fucking him a lot harder.

Surprise shows on Alban’s face at the change of positions but he doesn’t say anything, only throwing his head back to moan as Sonny’s hips slap against his ass loudly. It picks up the pace for both of them, his own groans and pants mixing with Alban’s loud moans. It doesn’t take much until he’s crying again but this time Alban’s tears are ones of pleasure not pain as the rougher way Sonny’s treating him really must be more in line with how he likes to be fucked. It doesn’t surprise Sonny one bit.

He keeps his eyes on Alban’s face, focusing on the expression, the sweat sticking his bangs to his brow and the tears now streaming down his face. How pathetic that he’s now getting off so much from someone raping him. Ah but he loves him so much too. This sight is for him from now on and no one else. He’ll assure that before Alban heads back to America that he has his promise that he wont get into bed with anyone else. Only him. That’s if he lets him fly back at all.

“Sonny… I’m getting close.” The words leave Alban’s lips freely as if the extasy has made him forget exactly why he’s in this situation in the first place.

However, Sonny’s also nearing his limit so there’s no point in trying to drag things out longer.

Unable to keep his eyes open any longer as he feels it build, he regrets that he can’t continue staring directly back into those mis-matched eyes of the man below him. Teeth gritting, he only just manages to keep his thrusts consistent as he pounds into him.

Then it hits all too suddenly and with a moan he manages to pry his eyes open to take in the expression on Alban’s face. He wishes so badly that he was coming directly inside him and filling hm with his seed. Continuing to give short, erratic thrusts throughout his orgasm, he watches on of Alban’s hands fly to his own cock, jerking it desperately as his other hand finds a nipple. By the time Alban’s spilling over his own stomach and crying out at a volume that has to be audible to the other rooms, Sonny’s pulling out of him.

He’s exhausted, initially just collapsing to the bed and rolling to his side to watch Alban’s face in the afterglow. Eventually as both of them catch their breath and gain what little rationality either of them have back, he notices a change in Alban’s expression.

“Hey, so uhhh that was what you wanted right? I can go shower now and then work on some work stuff?” His voice is almost devoid of emotion and it kills Sonny to hear.

“Of course you can’t, where’s your sense of romance Alban?” He can feel him flinch as he throws his arm over his waist. “I’ll stay here tonight okay? You really don’t seem like you’re coping with things so well and could do with some company.”

He doesn’t have to be able to hear Alban say “Yeah, because of you!” to know he’s thinking it.

“I mean if it’s okay with you I’d rather spend the night alo-“

A finger to Alban’s lips stops shim mid-sentence.

“Shhh no you don’t, I can tell what you need. We’re just going to take it easy okay.”

As he nuzzles his face into Alban’s hair and kisses the top of his head, he feels his body shake slightly, before an almost silent sob leaves Alban’s lips.

He has more work to do yet, but he’s not going to stop until he succeeds.