Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Cadre ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Notes: Ai no Kusabi and its characters do not belong to me and I make no claim on them. All rights apply to the talented people who did create them. I make nothing off this except gratifying my own twisted pleasure.

 

But…the characters of Mingan Zenos, Sevilen and Zesiro ARE my own creations that I have plopped down into the Ai no Kusabi world. The things that they do and their interaction with the other characters of Ai no Kusabi are purely my fabrication.

 

Thanks goes to eternajewel and Tam for their assistance in this little slightly AU endeavour. Hugs and kisses chicky.

 

 

The Lost Cadre 5

 

It had been a simple matter to get the captain of the ship Zesiro was on to alter their course slightly to stop at Amoi. A little twist here and a little tug there in the dream world of the captain's mind and he was convinced that he needed to make the brief stop on the planet that had never been on the original schedule. Zesiro had even been able to tweak the captain enough so that he would accompany Zesiro to the planet surface and perform the introductions.

 

It had taken only one day for the ship to reach Amoi from its original location when Zesiro had first discovered Raoul. Finding Raoul hadn't been easy even with the information of his name, planet and city. Zesiro spent almost the entire twenty-four hours of the re-routed course travelling through the dreams of the people on the planet. He was looking for information that would help him pin down just where and who Raoul was. He knew Raoul was a person of some importance and once he managed to narrow his search to the elite class of Blondies, the search had been stunningly simple.

 

Once Zesiro knew who and what his quarry was, he threw a plan together to meet him. A smile graced his handsome face as he thought of how he was going to mentally screw around with the Blondie he had fucked so thoroughly in the dream world. Raoul had been an excellent lay in the dream world and Zesiro was curious to see if he would be just as good in the waking world. He had the feeling he would.

 

Zesiro threw the ceremonial robe of his office as a Shal-hazal on over a plain shirt and comfortable pair of pants. He rarely wore the robe as he thought it was… gaudy wouldn't be too harsh a word. The robe itself wasn't bad, per say. It was a midnight blue that complimented his fiery red hair and dark blue eyes nicely. Even the arcane symbols embroidered in silver and gold metallic threads weren't bad. It was the jewels of every colour, shape and size that were scattered over the robe that pushed it into the truly hideous. It was also heavy. Zesiro was curious and weighed it one day. The robe came in at just over fifteen pounds.

 

He pulled the Neksha pendant, the actual symbol of his status as a Shal-hazal, out so that the fist sized pendant was displayed on the front of his robes. His bags were packed and would be delivered to a room in an expensive hotel that he had already booked. He hoped he would be spending a lot of time in that rented room. He intended to spend the bulk of his time screwing the enticing Raoul into the mattress. Zesiro drew a pair of gloves on and pulled the hood of the robe over his head, leaving his face in deep shadows. Zesiro left the comfortable suite he had been using on his trip and met the captain at the airlock. The captain raised an eyebrow at the robe but said nothing. Zesiro almost wanted to congratulate him on his restraint for not commenting. The trip through customs took easily twice as long as it should have. The agents in charge apologised profusely but said that there was tightened security and they could do nothing about it.

 

Zesiro and the captain finally made it through the government officials and headed for the area where the Blondies were waiting for him. While travelling through the dream world, Zesiro managed to discover that Raoul was the liaison for dignitaries between Amoi and other planets. He sent a message to Raoul saying that he was a representative of Awh'an and would like to discuss the possibilities of trade between their planets.

 

Zesiro wasn't masquerading as something he wasn't. He was a member of one of the most powerful classes on his homeworld. He was granted the power to make trade negotiations if he happened upon something profitable for his homeworld. That he really had no idea what his world would want or need from Amoi wasn't important. He was only after getting Raoul's tight ass again. If he happened to make a trade agreement while he was there… all the better.

 

Raoul, the Blondie from Raoul's dream named Iason, and a very tall, striking man with metallic silver hair stood in the small lounge that Zesiro and the ship's captain were directed to enter. The captain approached the Blondies and gestured to Zesiro.

 

“This is the Shal-hazal from Awh'an. He heard of Amoi from some of the other passengers on board my ship and was interested in visiting to see if there might be possible trade ties to be forged between your two planets. He asked me to make the introductions as he was still adjusting to the language difference,” the captain said as he made the brief introduction before nodding at the men and leaving for his ship.

 

Zesiro could hear the captain mumble to himself in puzzlement as he left the lounge. Now that he had done what Zesiro instructed him to in the dream world, he couldn't understand what he was doing on Amoi. Details were becoming fuzzy and surreal and the captain was shaking his head as his reason for stopping on the planet faded. Eventually, he wouldn't even remember picking up a Shal-hazal at an unexpected stop and giving him the best suite that his ship had to offer. Zesiro smirked in the depths of his hood. Fucking with people was so much fun.

 

Raoul looked at the robed and hooded figure and worked to keep his impatience from his face. He was getting close to finding his mystery man. He could feel it. This delay with some minor dignitary from a planet he had never even heard of was irritating. While new trade ties were always a good thing for Amoi, Raoul had other things occupying his thoughts; like finding his mystery man and turning the tables on him. Raoul was always the top and he just couldn't let go of the idea of showing his mystery lover why that was. Raoul let his gaze travel over the Shal-hazal and wanted to wince at the truly hideous looking robe. Raoul was sure it was probably worth a small fortune if the jewels attached to it were real; but it was one of the gaudiest things he had ever seen.

 

Raoul couldn't see the man's face, hidden as it was in the deep hood. Even the man's hands were covered by a pair of gloves. He appeared to about the same height as Raoul but, with everything concealed by the robe, it was difficult to tell. He had yet to speak as the captain had performed the introductions. Raoul's eye was caught by the large pendant that seemed out of place with the garish robes. The pendant was plain and looked like it saw regular wear.

 

“I am Iason Mink,” said the Blondie from Raoul's dream as he nodded his head at Zesiro.

 

Zesiro approached Iason first and startled the Blondie by putting his hands on his shoulders and lightly rubbing his cheek against Iason's. Iason tensed and wanted to pull back from the touch of a stranger but since Zesiro was a dignitary and had initiated the contact, he was held rigid by manners. Zesiro wanted to snicker at the tension in the handsome Blondie. He could faintly smell sex and another male on Iason. He hoped it wasn't Raoul he smelt on the Blondie. That would put a kink in plans he hadn't thought about; although Zesiro was always up for a little three-way action.

 

He moved to the tall man next.

 

“Mingan Zenos,” the tall man offered. Zesiro wasn't sure what position the man held but it had to be something of importance to be included in his greeting party. Even Iason and Raoul seemed to defer to him. Zesiro curiosity was piqued.

 

There was no way Zesiro could rub his cheek against the tall man's as he had a good six inches on Zesiro. The big Blondie surprised Zesiro when he leaned down for Zesiro to greet him as he had Iason. Zesiro rubbed his cheek against the striking man's and inhaled the scent of the man as well as another male and faintly, sex. Zesiro's eyes widened as he caught the faintest teasing trace of a scent he hadn't smelled since he'd been on his homeworld.

 

Zesiro's talons dug through the material of the gloves he wore and into the fabric of Mingan's shirt in a reflexive action he couldn't completely control. Mingan tensed from the needle-like talons pricking into his flesh. Zesiro struggled to let go of the big man before he provoked an incident which wouldn't be in his best interests. He wanted to demand that the Blondie produce the male whose scent was clinging to his body. It was almost a physical ache to have the scent in his nose and not be able to do anything about it. Zesiro silently cursed his Shal-hazal nature and fought the compulsion to find the originator of the scent to ensure that they were safe and unharmed.

 

Zesiro was glad of the hood covering his face in shadows. He was sure surprise and intense need to find and protect the owner of that scent were plainly written on it. Mingan had the smell of a Vi'deshron all over him. Zesiro wondered how a Vi'deshron happened to be on Amoi and why that Vi'deshron smelled like a male. Only females were Vi'deshron and there were precious few of them.

 

Zesiro backed away from Mingan and blew his breath out of his nose, trying to clear it of the scent that he knew would haunt him until he met the male it belonged to. The only thing that soothed Zesiro was the fact that something about him was puzzling the tall Blondie as well. His eyes had fixed on Zesiro's Neksha and he was frowning as if he was trying to recall something.

 

“Raoul Am. I will be your liaison for negotiations.”

 

Zesiro filed the strangeness away for later examination and turned at last to Raoul. He approached the Blondie and placed his hands on Raoul's shoulders and leaned in to brush his cheek against Raoul's in the traditional greeting of his people. He inhaled the man's scent and was oddly relieved to note that it wasn't the same one that clung to Iason. Scent was the one drawback to the dream world. There was no scent at all there. It was probably a good thing in Raoul's case as he smelled absolutely delicious and it made Zesiro's cock harden with surprising speed.

 

“Hello my little fuck toy. I said I'd visit,” Zesiro whispered into Raoul's ear before he gave it a quick lick with his tongue.

 

Raoul jerked back from Zesiro and swore as he yanked the hood down. Zesiro calmly stood there as Raoul stared at him in open mouthed shock. Zesiro savoured the brief taste of Raoul on his tongue as he waited for the fireworks to explode around him.

 

“Son of a fucking bitch,” Raoul swore as he finally looked into the laughing eyes of the man who had fucked him so thoroughly in his dream.

 

Iason looked horrified at Raoul's actions. “Shal-hazal, I apologise for Raoul's behaviour.”

 

Mingan raised his eyebrows but remained silent, waiting to see what would happen next.

 

“Call me `Zesiro'. It's fine. I get all kinds of reactions when people meet me for the first time. I think Raoul here simply wanted a better look at a Shal-hazal. There aren't many of us that leave our homeworld and we are a stunningly exotic looking people. If we're going to dispense with ceremony, then I hope you won't be offended if I take this robe off. It's unbelievably heavy and gaudier than hell.”

 

Iason was flustered by Zesiro's casual attitude and sent Raoul an angry look before gesturing to a boy who had been standing quietly in a corner of the room. The boy stepped forward and waited for Zesiro to remove the robe. Zesiro stripped the gloves off first and flexed his fingers while watching Raoul from the corner of his eye. He noted the slight widening of Raoul's eyes as he saw the talons on the ends of Zesiro's fingers. Zesiro opened the robe and shrugged out of it with a sigh. He half turned to give the robe to the boy and heard the soft inhalation of breath from Raoul.

 

A smile teased Zesiro's lips. He knew Raoul was piecing information together from their encounter in the dream world. Raoul could see that the talons that had scored down his back were real. He could also see that what had teased his balls and wrapped around his cock to jerk him off was a tail. Zesiro flicked his tail back and forth before he curled it around his leg and turned back to his Blondie escorts. The look on Raoul's face was priceless and Zesiro was having a hard time keeping the laughter in. Gods above, but he found it so much fun to be the evil twin.

 

“Is something wrong, Raoul?” Zesiro asked, concern carefully laced into his voice.

 

Raoul scowled at Zesiro and ground out a clipped `no'. Iason was looking at him with anger in his eyes and even Mingan noticed that the Blondie was behaving oddly. Raoul was known for his calm, professional manner when dealing with foreign dignitaries and Mingan knew Zesiro wasn't the strangest looking one that had come to Amoi.

 

Raoul struggled not to hit Zesiro. The man was plainly laughing on the inside at dropping this surprise on Raoul. He could see it in his eyes. Raoul let his gaze travel over the man he couldn't seem to stop thinking about and wanted to lick his lips. Zesiro was one of the more exotic looking people he had met in his job as liaison for foreign dignitaries.

 

Zesiro was as tall as Raoul and a lean body was displayed to fine advantage in the form fitting clothes he was wearing. His hair was flame red and fell in soft waves around his face to his shoulders. His eyes were a blue so dark they almost looked black. When Zesiro spoke, Raoul caught glimpses of small fangs in his mouth. Raoul shivered as he remembered those sharp fangs nipping the skin of his shoulders, neck and the sensitive flesh between his legs.

 

The tail was completely unexpected. It was softly furred with the same colour of hair as what was on Zesiro's head. The tip of the tail was a puffy bush in deep scarlet. Even wound around Zesiro's leg, the tip twitched back and forth in constant movement. It was long enough to reach the ground when Raoul had first seen it and he knew from personal experience that it was quite flexible and strong. Raoul shifted slightly as he felt the beginnings of an erection form from his memory of just how flexible and soft that tail was.

 

Zesiro turned to look at Raoul and gave him the pleasant, polite smile that all dignitaries were required to learn. The smile didn't match his eyes. Desire was sparking to life in his eyes. He could smell the arousal starting to come from Raoul. Zesiro's people had a highly refined sense of smell and to find that Raoul was becoming aroused while he was standing so close was triggering his own desire. While Zesiro had no problem with shoving Raoul against a wall and fucking him hard while others watched, he didn't think Raoul would appreciate an audience in this instance.

 

“If I may ask, Zesiro, what is that pendant you're wearing? I know I've seen it somewhere before,” Mingan said as he stared intently at the ornament.

 

Zesiro turned reluctantly from Raoul. “It's a Neksha. It's the symbol of my office as Shal-hazal. I suppose, given the increased security I had to go through, I should also tell you that it's a weapon as well. I wouldn't want to be accused of trying to sneak a weapon in to Amoi.”

 

Zesiro demonstrated the weapon's potential by unhooking the rayed pendant and pressing the center. Hooked blades sprung from the rays and Zesiro flicked his wrist. The disk spun from his fingers in a blur of speed and made a fast circuit around the room. The Shal-hazal snapped his hand out as it neared him and used a talon to snag the Neksha through a hole in the center. Zesiro pressed the center again and the blades disappeared before he clipped it back onto the chain around his neck.

 

“Unless you've had a Shal-hazal visit your planet before, I don't know how you could have seen one of these. Only those of the bloodline have them. I hate to be rude, gentlemen but I would dearly love to get something to eat and a little nap. I was involved in some tiring work over the past few days.”

 

“Raoul will see to your needs. I hope you have a pleasant stay here on Amoi. If there is anything you require, make sure to let Raoul know,” Iason said as he sent the quietly fuming Blondie a pointed look that spoke of a sever dressing down later for his behaviour towards Zesiro.

 

Iason and Mingan turned to leave the room. Zesiro extended a hand and touched the big Blondie's arm. Mingan stopped and looked down at Zesiro. Something about the foreign dignitary set off all kinds of trouble bells in Mingan. He didn't think Zesiro was dangerous in the same way as the delegates from Denague were but there was just something about him that made Mingan tense and wait for disaster to strike.

 

“Have other people from my world visited Amoi? Recently, I mean.”

 

“Not to my knowledge. Raoul would know. Why do you ask?”

 

Zesiro tilted his head to one side and studied the man in front of him. He was different from the two Blondies Zesiro had just met, but the same in some strange way. He intrigued Zesiro for the puzzle he represented. Mingan would be an interesting fuck for sure but Zesiro had Raoul to play with for the time being. Possibly when he got bored with Raoul, he'd move along to Mingan.

 

“You are like them but more. I'm not sure how. You know more than you say. You intrigue me. I'd love to get inside your dreams.”

 

Mingan was a little surprised from the almost predatory way Zesiro was speaking to him. He could read innuendo as well as the next man and this Shal-hazal was not so subtly flirting with him. Mingan's tension rose even higher. This man was trouble with a capitol `T'. He was glad that Raoul would have the pleasure of dealing with him.

 

“No, you wouldn't like my dreams. They're not pleasant. If you'll excuse me.”

 

Zesiro watched Mingan walk away and admired the firm ass and well muscled legs. He felt Raoul move next to him and could feel the heat of the other man's anger at pulling his little prank. He let his tail uncurl and stroked it over Raoul's ass. Raoul started and spun Zesiro around to face him.

 

“What kind of fucking game are you playing?” Raoul hissed.

 

“I haven't started any games with you yet, my little fuck toy. That will be later tonight. Now, I really am hungry and tired. I spent quite a bit of time in the dream world trying to find you,” Zesiro said softly, aware that there was still the boy holding his robe in the room with them.

 

“Stop calling me that. I am not your fuck toy. I am not anybody's fuck toy,” Raoul ground out.

 

“Oh, but you want to be. You liked what I did to you. You want me to do it again,” Zesiro purred as he dragged a talon down Raoul's chest causing the fabric to snag.

 

A look of fury passed over Raoul's face and his hand shot out and grabbed Zesiro by the throat before slamming him into the wall. The young boy squeaked in fear at the sudden violence from the Blondie. Surprise flashed into Zesiro's eyes before lust moved through his body. A low growl sounded in his chest as he wrapped his tail around Raoul's waist and drove his fist into the Blondie's ribs. Raoul grunted and loosened his grip on Zesiro's throat.

 

Zesiro slipped from Raoul's hold, dropped down and rammed his shoulder into the Blondie's gut. Raoul gave a startled gasp as the air was driven from him and went down under Zesiro's weight. The Shal-hazal crouched over the gasping man and gave him a feral grin. His tail lashed back and forth and he was making a strange chuffing sound deep in his throat. Raoul sucked air back into his lungs and stared at Zesiro in fascination as he recognized the lust flooding Zesiro's blue eyes. He missed seeing that when Zesiro took him in the dream world. It was a sight worth catching.

 

“Baby, you really don't want to arouse me this much when I'm too tired to rein my instincts in. I want to fuck you hard right now and make you scream again,” Zesiro said in a low rumbling purr that Raoul felt in his chest.

 

Raoul surged against Zesiro and managed to roll them over so that he was straddling the surprised Shal-hazal. Raoul was breathing hard as he leaned over Zesiro and gave him a superior smirk. The Blondie gave a startled squawk when he felt Zesiro curl his tail tightly around his waist seconds before Zesiro brought his hands up and shoved against Raoul's chest. The Blondie flew backwards from the combined strength of the push and the tail pulling him off. Raoul stumbled into the wall and barely had time to move before Zesiro smashed his fist into the wall where his head had been moments ago. Raoul absently noted that there was now a fair sized dent in the steel wall. Zesiro was obviously far stronger than he looked. And wickedly fast.

 

“The more you fight with me, the more aroused I get, lover. My species sees this as foreplay. A really good fight means you really want someone. I haven't had a good fuck fight since I was home. Fuck, but I really like you,” Zesiro said as he licked his lips and stalked Raoul.

 

Raoul wasn't sure what to make of Zesiro. He was still angry at the dirty trick Zesiro had played on him but the fight was inexplicably arousing Raoul further. He could plainly see the struggle on the face of the Shal-hazal to hold back on his desire to use more force in the fight. The Blondie wondered just how strong Zesiro really was and decided to stop holding back on his own considerable strength.

 

Raoul feinted and caught Zesiro on the cheek with a fist. Zesiro's head snapped back and he growled before turning to face Raoul again. For the first time, Raoul noticed that Zesiro's pupils were elliptical as they narrowed to thin lines. A little trickle of blood wormed from the corner of Zesiro's mouth. He flicked his tongue out to taste the blood and his lips pulled back into a toothy grin.

 

Raoul was completely unprepared for Zesiro to launch himself at him. The man moved with more speed than he had ever seen. They seemed evenly matched in both height and body weight but Zesiro had the advantage of surprise and momentum on his side. They went down in a tangle of arms and legs. Zesiro aimed sharp punches to Raoul's ribs and kidneys and succeeded in bouncing Raoul's head off the concrete floor more than once. Raoul retaliated with his own flurry of punches and several kicks.

 

The young Furniture who had been holding the Shal-hazal's heavy robe had remained still in his corner of the room until the Blondie and the alien started rolling around on the floor punching and kicking each other. He dropped the robe and ran from the room to get help.

 

Zesiro growled lowly at Raoul as he landed a hard punch to his eye. Raoul's head snapped back and he grunted in pain. Zesiro tangled one hand in Raoul's hair and nipped at the soft skin under his jaw. The Blondie hissed at the sting and jerked from the hold. He brought his fingers up to the spot where Zesiro had bitten him and found blood smeared on the tips.

 

“Gods, but you taste good,” Zesiro growled as he circled Raoul and licked his lips.

 

Raoul's lips pulled back in a snarl and he lunged at Zesiro. He managed to catch the Shal-hazal's wrist and pulled hard. There was a loud pop as Zesiro's shoulder dislocated. Raoul let go immediately and started to apologise. He stopped mid-sentence when Zesiro looked up into his eyes. Instead of pain, Raoul saw animalistic lust flood through the Shal-hazal's eyes.

 

“We're playing for real now, are we? I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk for a week. You're going to be mine, my little fuck toy,” Zesiro said in a voice so low that Raoul almost didn't hear him.

 

Zesiro wanted Raoul with an almost desperate intensity. He could taste blood in his mouth, both his and Raoul's. The dislocated shoulder was an inconvenience in the fight but also something that pushed his mating instincts into high gear. To go beyond simple punches and kicks and start doing real physical damage in an effort to subdue the other while in the grip of desire was a trigger that Zesiro was unable to control. Basic instincts took over and he couldn't stop himself from trying to win the fight that Raoul had accidentally turned into a mating ritual among the Awh'anise.

 

Zesiro ignored his useless arm for the time being. If he had the chance, he'd pop it back into place when he subdued Raoul. He moved around Raoul with the blinding speed of his species and laid several hard punches to Raoul's ribs. He heard the sharp snap that signalled he had either cracked or broken a few. Raoul gasped from the pain and clutched protectively at his side with one hand while making a wild backhanded swing with his fist.

 

Raoul's fist connected with Zesiro's already bruised cheek and the Shal-hazal felt the bone break. His eyes narrowed. He had to bring the fight to an end or he'd be too injured to claim his prize. Zesiro moved in front of Raoul and slammed him up against the wall. The Blondie moaned from the jarring action to his broken ribs and tried to slip away. Zesiro grabbed two of his fingers and pulled them in a direction they weren't meant to go. Raoul screamed at the unexpected action.

 

“I said I'd make you scream for me again. Not quite the way I meant, but I can work with it,” Zesiro growled as he let go of Raoul's fingers. Zesiro banged Raoul's head off the wall before pressing his forearm against Raoul's throat and laying a hard, demanding kiss on him.

 

Zesiro tasted blood again when he kissed Raoul and it pushed his arousal higher. He was trying to figure a way to get rid of their clothes without letting go of Raoul using only one hand. Zesiro gave a frustrated growl and swore in his native tongue as he wondered if Raoul would stay where he was while Zesiro popped his shoulder back into place. Raoul was dazed and his ears were ringing from the force of his head being slammed into the wall. He wanted to struggle against the hold Zesiro had on him but his vision was fuzzy and he was having a hard time focusing past the pain of broken ribs and fingers.

 

The six security agents who responded to the nearly hysterical Furniture had no idea what they'd find when they entered the lounge. It took them precious minutes to calm the Furniture down enough for him to tell them that Raoul was fighting with the dignitary who just came to Amoi. Blondies simply didn't attack dignitaries and Raoul Am especially would never do something like that.

 

When they burst through the door, they found Raoul pressed up against a wall by Zesiro's forearm against his throat. The Shal-hazal's left arm hung uselessly at his side. Both men had blood trickling from cuts on their faces. Raoul had the beginnings of a black eye and Zesiro's cheek was swollen. The Blondie's eyes had a glazed look to them and when Zesiro jerked his head around at the intruders to fully face them, he snarled and bared his fangs.

 

“Xa'madna,” Zesiro hissed at the men who crowded into the room and advanced on him.

 

A confused look crossed the faces of the security agents. Apparently the Furniture hadn't exaggerated about the fight. They had never seen a Blondie lose a fight against someone who wasn't a Blondie. That the strange man in front of them had apparently gotten the better of a powerful Blondie made them react rashly. Raoul saw the weapons raise and struggled against the hold Zesiro had on him. He hadn't expected Zesiro to be as fast or strong as he had proven to be. He also hadn't expected Zesiro to fight as dirty and beyond pain as he had. Raoul never thought he'd be in the position he now found himself in.

 

Raoul tried to yell at the security agents not to fire their weapons but Zesiro had his forearm pressed tight against his throat and all that came out were grunts. Zesiro snarled at the men again and pressed his body to Raoul's. Raoul was surprised to find that Zesiro was still erect and it had the startling effect of stirring his flagging erection. Raoul had started to lose his erection at about the fourth time his head had been slammed into the concrete floor.

 

“Xa'madna,” Zesiro growled again at the men.

 

The security agents decided what Zesiro was saying was a threat and fired their weapons. Zesiro's body jerked as six small tranquilizer darts pierced him. An angry howl burst from his lips at what Zesiro saw as a direct challenge to his dominance over Raoul. He spun away from Raoul but not before he delivered a hard backhanded blow that landed on the side of Raoul's head. Raoul felt his knees turn to water as he slowly slid down the wall, stunned from the ringing blow. His blurry gaze tracked Zesiro as the Shal-hazal charged the agents.

 

The security agents stood in open mouthed shock as the foreign dignitary charged them. They saw the darts hit the man. One dart was usually enough to take a normal man down. Blondies required two; three at the most. This man was still up and moving faster than anything they had ever seen with six darts in him. The agents would have fired again if they thought they could have hit the Shal-hazal. As it was, they hoped it was just a delayed reaction to the darts that allowed him to continue to move.

 

Zesiro managed to knock two of the agents to the ground with hard punches and powerful kicks before the tranquilizers he had been hit with took effect. He crashed to the floor and lay unmoving. Raoul pushed himself to his hands and knees and gagged from intense nausea as his weight pressed on his injured hand. Raoul tried blinking repeatedly to clear it of the fuzziness in his vision and pressed his uninjured hand to his ear to stop the faint ringing. Motion made his stomach roll unpleasantly and his vision blur even more. He knew then that he had a concussion.

 

An agent came over and helped the Blondie to his feet. Raoul staggered over to Zesiro and stared down at the man in reluctant admiration. Raoul had dislocated Zesiro's shoulder, more than likely broken his cheek and several ribs yet Zesiro was the one who had ultimately won their fight. He even managed to take two agents down before multiple tranquilizers took effect.

 

“Hospital. Take him… carefully. He's… a… dignitary.”

 

The agents looked at Raoul askance. Raoul swayed slightly but managed to put a frown on his face that made them jump to their assigned task. Raoul followed the men out of the lounge. He needed to go to a hospital as well. It felt like there was blood on the back of his head and he probably needed stitches. A quick-med would work for the black eye he could feel developing as well as the ribs that felt cracked if not actually broken. Something a little stronger would be in order for the broken fingers and Raoul was looking forward to the relief of quality pain killing pharmaceuticals.

 

As Raoul climbed into the emergency vehicle that had been called, he heard Zesiro mutter the word he had shouted at the agents. Curiosity made him force himself to focus and commit it to his rather fuzzy memory. He wanted to know what Zesiro was saying. It sounded important and Raoul knew it was about him.

 

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Mingan exited the ship port and headed for his car. He had been on his way to a contact that had information for him on the whereabouts of the Denague delegate when the call came that there was a dignitary on his way planetside. Since Mingan had issued the restriction on the arrivals and departures of foreign dignitaries, he was required to give the new arrival a once over.

 

The Shal-hazal was very different from any dignitary Mingan had ever seen and he had seen quite a few. The man exuded trouble and sex appeal in equal amounts. Zesiro seemed to have an eye for Raoul and Mingan hoped the Blondie was ready for the trouble he just knew followed the Shal-hazal around. There was something about the symbol, the Neksha, that teased at the back of Mingan's brain. He had seen it before but couldn't remember where. Mingan made a mental note to look for that symbol or similar ones in the database Jupiter kept.

 

Mingan pushed the thoughts of the Shal-hazal and the symbol from his mind as he pulled up to the hotel where his contact had arranged to meet him. Mingan turned the car off and closed his eyes. He relaxed his body and reached for his connection to Jupiter. Energy tingled along the tattoo-like marks on his body and additional strength flooded through Mingan. Mingan opened his eyes and smiled wolfishly. He was now officially on the hunt. His contact had better not have dragged him from his bed and his lovely little Pet on a fool's errand.

 

Mingan left the car and scanned the street for potential threats. The street punks who had started to edge closer to the vehicle scuttled back into the shadows at the imposing sight of a broad shouldered, six and a half foot bad attitude with braided metallic silver hair down to his knees. The Blondie walked into the lobby and spotted his contact immediately. He had been a Furniture until his master lost his temper and nearly beat him to death. Mingan happened upon the Furniture as he was thrown from a moving car. Because Mingan had effectively saved his life by taking him to a hospital, the Furniture repaid Mingan by providing him with information whenever possible.

 

“Mingan,” the Furniture nodded in greeting.

 

“Dalal. What have you got for me?”

 

Dalal motioned to the couch tucked in a quiet corner and took a seat. He looked around and began to speak in a low earnest voice.

 

“That guy you were looking for? The one who tried to put a bullet in you? I heard from a friend that he saw him down near the waterfront. He's staying at some flea-bag hotel and he's scared. He's been asking quietly if anyone knows someone who can get him off planet without having to go through the ship ports. He's offering a lot of money and I think he's starting to get desperate.”

 

“How reliable is this friend of yours?”

 

“Very. He owes me big and I told him if he could find this guy, I'd wipe the debt. If my guy says he saw this delegate, he saw him. Here's the address of the hotel. My guy doesn't know what room but I'm sure you can get that information from the desk clerk easy enough.”

 

Mingan reached into a pocket and pulled a credit stick out. He gave it to Dalal and rose from his seat. Mingan nodded his thanks to the former Furniture and left the lobby. The address was in the roughest part of Ceres. Mingan was glad now that he had been firm with Sevilen in that he couldn't come along. His little Pet protested that he needed to be with Mingan to ensure he wouldn't die. Mingan asked if Sevilen had a vision of him being killed tonight and when Sevilen said no, Mingan had answered that he would then be fine by himself. His Pet sulked and muttered about being bored and left alone. Mingan ignored the mood his Pet was in and left the house. He would tease Sevilen from his bad mood when he returned with slow kisses and gentle touches before he slid into his Pet's tight heat again. Erotic thoughts of his Pet combined with the rush of being on a hunt burned through Mingan. He could feel the beginnings of blood lust slithering through his system and smiled coldly.

 

Someone was going to die today.

 

Mingan drove to the address Dalal gave him. The place was even more run down than he had thought. Mingan half expected the door to come off its hinges when he pulled it open. The interior was grimly depressing and Mingan would be glad when he left. There was a smell of decay about the place and Mingan was already making plans to shower as soon as he got home so he could wash the stink off. The scent of a powerful black-market opiate burned in Mingan's nose. The smell got stronger the closer Mingan got to the clerk until Mingan could see the thin curl of smoke coming from a pipe laid casually in an ashtray. Mingan approached the desk clerk and pushed the photo of the delegate towards him. The clerk never even looked away from the holo he was watching.

 

“Ten credits for an hour. Cash up front.”

 

“What room is this man in?” Mingan asked as he tapped the photo.

 

“Don't know. Don't care. Do I look like his pimp? You want a room or not?” the clerk sneered without looking at the photo or Mingan.

 

Mingan reached across the counter and dragged the clerk out of his seat by his hair. The clerk yelped and reached up to grip Mingan's wrist. Mingan held the clerk up to his eye level and gave him a little shake. The clerk's eyes were dinner plate huge from the drug he had been smoking. The clerk started swearing and kicked Mingan in the thigh. The kick did nothing to the big Blondie except annoy him. Mingan frowned and reached for the leg that had hit him. He gripped it below the knee and wrenched it sideways. There was a sickening pop as the joint was dislocated and the clerk screamed in a high, thin voice. Mingan knew there was a cruel smile gracing his lips and that it signalled he wasn't in the mood to waste time when his real prey was so close.

 

“What room is this man in?” Mingan repeated as he picked up the photo and showed it to the clerk again.

 

The clerk looked at the photo and recognized it as the man who gave him a large chunk of money to keep quiet. Mingan saw recognition flare in the clerk's drugged fogged eyes and waited for the information he needed. When the clerk didn't respond, Mingan began to lose patience with him. He didn't have time for the dope smoking clerk to waste. The delegate could already be packing up to leave for another hiding spot. He punched the clerk in the ribs and heard the sharp crack of bone breaking.

 

“I don't have time to play games with you. What room is this man in? If you don't answer me, I'm just going to keep breaking things on you until you either tell me or I kill you.”

 

“You can't do this. I'll fuckin' call the cops on you,” the clerk gasped as one hand moved protectively over his broken ribs while the other kept a firm grasp on Mingan's wrist to keep his hair from being pulled out by the roots. The clerk, in his drugged state, still didn't realize just who it was that had him by the hair.

 

“I am Mingan Zenos. I can do anything I damn well please. I can kill another Blondie if I want to and nothing will happen to me. Do you think Jupiter would care if I killed you, a non-citizen, when she doesn't care if I kill one of her elite? What room is this man in?”

 

The clerk felt his bladder release when he heard the name of the man holding him. He had heard of Mingan. He never thought he'd actually see him never mind have the Blondie's attentions focused on him. Very scary stories of the big Blondie had floated around Amoi for as long as he could remember. The clerk was positive that at least half of them were true. Mingan Zenos was above the normal laws of Amoi. He was a law unto himself. If he wanted the man staying at the hotel, then it was in the clerk's best interests to tell the big Blondie what he wanted to know if he wanted to keep breathing.

 

“Four-twelve. He's in four-twelve right now. He came back about an hour ago,” the clerk said in a rush as pain began making itself known past the drugs in his system.

 

Mingan dropped the man with a disgusted curl of his lip at the harsh scent of urine. He absently noted that the clerk dragged himself behind the counter and Mingan heard the soft hiss of a hypo delivering more painkilling drugs to the clerk's system. He headed for the elevator and up to the fourth floor and approached the room the delegate was supposed to have rented. Mingan pressed his ear to the door and heard movement inside. A cruel little smile graced his lips before he stepped back and booted the door in. The door crashed back against the wall and the startled delegate looked into the face of the man he had recently tried to kill.

 

The gun in his hand was up and firing before Mingan had time to duck behind the wall. The bullet hit him high in the shoulder and went cleanly through. It didn't even slow the big Blondie down. With the additional strength he was pulling from Jupiter herself and blood lust taking over him, there was no pain and the wound was already closing. Mingan moved across the room in a blur of speed and grabbed the delegate's gun hand. He squeezed and felt the bones of the man's fingers twist and break.

 

The delegate screamed in pain and jerked on the hand trapped by Mingan. Mingan bared his teeth at the man and spun him around by his injured hand. He forced the delegate's arm up behind his back before trapping the other arm. He brought it up to join the one he already held. The man yelled in pain and swore at Mingan. Holding both wrists in one hand, Mingan wrenched the gun from the mangled fingers of the man and tucked it into the back of the waist band of his pants. The man made choking noises when his crushed fingers were forced open to release the gun.

 

“Why were you trying to kill me?” Mingan asked in a calm conversational tone that was at complete odds with the cruelty shining in his eyes.

 

“I'm not telling you anything!”

 

“You will. Pain is a wonderful motivator and I really take offence that you tried to kill me. Why were you trying to kill me?” Mingan asked again as he pushed the delegate's arms a little higher.

 

The delegate moaned at the stress on his shoulders but didn't tell Mingan what he wanted to know. Mingan gripped the delegate's little finger and snapped it. The man shrieked and strained against the hold Mingan had on him.

 

“See what I had to do? This would be so much easier on you if you would just tell me what I want to know. Why were you trying to kill me?”

 

“I was ordered to,” the delegate whimpered as he swallowed convulsively in an effort not to throw up.

 

“By whom? Who hates me enough to want me dead?” Mingan asked in a deceptively reasonable voice.

 

“I don't know,” the delegate whined as fear settled around him. The big Blondie was chillingly calm as he effortlessly held the delegate.

 

“I think you do,” said Mingan as he broke the next finger.

 

The delegate screamed like a wounded animal and twisted against the hold Mingan had on him. The pop of his shoulder dislocating was loud in the quiet of the room.

 

“You're only hurting yourself by struggling against me. Who is it that ordered you to kill me?”

 

“I don't know. I swear I don't know. The order landed on my desk with the tickets to Amoi, a picture of you, the gun and more money than I see in a year,” the delegate babbled as pain crashed through him.

 

“And you didn't question that? I find that hard to believe. If you're in the service as a delegate, you're as much a politician as the president of your country. Shall we try again?” Mingan asked reasonably as he broke the third finger.

 

The delegate shrieked in pain and sagged in Mingan's hold. Mingan pulled the man's head back by the hair to stare in his face. The pain had been enough to finally make him pass out. Mingan snorted in disgust and let go of him. The delegate crumpled to the floor in a heap. Mingan scanned the room and went to the window where he yanked the cord from the blinds. He moved back to the unconscious man and quickly bound his hands and feet together. The motion of pulling the dislocated shoulder forward made the delegate moan and his eyelids fluttered as he struggled against waking.

 

Mingan studied the delegate and thought that it was possible that he was telling the truth. Most people responded well to threats of further pain and would go to extreme lengths to avoid more. It was possible the delegate told him everything he knew but Mingan couldn't be positive. He kicked the man in the thigh with a little less force than was required to break the bone. The man's eyes flew open and he yelled in pain as he tried to curl away from further abuse. Mingan crouched in front of him and gripped his chin in powerful fingers.

 

“I'll ask you one more time. Who was it that sent you to kill me and why?”

 

“I don't know,” the man moaned.

 

“Whoever sent you should have told you that it isn't easy to kill one of the Cadre. You, on the other hand, are very easy to kill. I believe in eliminating threats.”

 

“No!” the man screamed as he tried to scoot backwards despite the hold Mingan had on his jaw and his bound limbs.

 

“Yes,” said Mingan softly as he pushed the man to his back on the floor and placed a booted foot on his chest.

 

“Don't do this. You don't have to do this,” the man pleaded in a panic as Mingan placed his hands on both sides of the man's head.

 

Mingan grinned wolfishly at the man pinned under his boot and let the blood lust consume him. “But I want to.”

 

Mingan flexed his arms and pulled up as he pressed down with his foot. Muscles in his shoulders and arms bulged from the effort required to tear the head off the delegate. Even with the augmented strength provided by Jupiter, it was still a difficult task. The man who had been sent to kill him thrashed around under his foot and tried to push his body to follow his head. The sound of bones popping was followed by a tearing noise that was thick and meaty. The shrieking of the man under his foot abruptly stopped as his head was ripped free from his body. Arterial blood sprayed from the roughly torn neck and covered Mingan from knees to chest.

 

Mingan straightened and dropped the head on the floor as he began a careful examination of the contents of the room. The search was over quickly as it appeared the man had fled the hotel Mingan had first traced him to with little more than the clothes on his back. Mingan growled in frustration and kicked the headless corpse. He made one more pass through the contents of the room before picking the head up by the hair and leaving the room. When he passed the front desk, he tossed the head at the clerk who caught it out of reflex.

 

“The room needs to be cleaned.”

 

Mingan heard the clerk shriek and start retching as he walked out of the hotel. With the quality of medical care available in the slums, the clerk would be crippled for life from the knee injury, but he would live. His reputation would have yet another story of terror added to it courtesy of the clerk. The act of decapitating the delegate with his bare hands would, no doubt, be added to an already impressive collection of cruel and mostly true stories. The Blondie smiled at that thought as he climbed into his car. His smile turned into a frown as he realized that he'd have to have his vehicle interior cleaned of the blood. Mingan shrugged as he started the car. It needed a thorough cleaning anyway. He put the vehicle in gear and headed for home. He hoped that Sevilen wasn't going to react badly seeing him covered in gore. He really didn't want to have to deal with a hysterical Pet.

 

Mingan let the link with Jupiter fade as he drove home. He wouldn't need to give her a report immediately as she had been directly linked with him while he tortured information from the delegate. She'd still want him to provide one, but it could be done later. Mingan wanted a shower to wash the stink of the flea-bag hotel from his body as well as the blood that had sprayed him. He could even have his Pet wash him, now that he actually had one in his home.

 

Thoughts of his little Pet washing him soon turned to erotic ones since he didn't get the chance to take Sevilen as he wanted before he left the house to meet with his contact. The thrill of the hunt and subsequent kill was twisting more and more into lust as Mingan thought of his Pet and how much he had enjoyed him the night before. The Blondie felt his cock stiffen at the memories of the previous night with his Pet and a little growl of pleasure left his lips.

 

Fifty years had passed since he had last had someone waiting for him at home after a hunt. Cenon always greeted him at the door, naked and willing. They would tear into each other with hot, wild passion that would leave both of them panting, breathless and sated and often sporting more than a few bruises and scratches. Mingan parked the car and hurried into the house. He wanted his Pet. He wanted his Pet now. He bellowed for Sevilen to meet him in the bathroom.

 

Sevilen was startled from his nap by Mingan yelling for him. He felt relief flow through him when he heard Mingan bellow. While it was true that he hadn't had a vision of Mingan dying, Sevilen's visions didn't show him every single thing that was going to happen. Something could have taken place that wasn't in his dream. Sevilen stepped into the bathroom in time to see Mingan strip his shirt off and drop it to the floor with a suspicious sounding plop. There was a salty, coppery smell in the room that took Sevilen a moment to place.

 

Blood. Lots of it.

 

Sevilen felt light-headed as he moved to Mingan. There were wet reddish streaks on his chest and a fine spray of blood across one cheek. The front of Mingan's pants were dark with blood.

 

“You were hurt! I told you I needed to be with you!” Sevilen cried as he moved his hands frantically over Mingan's chest looking for the wound that had caused so much blood loss.

 

There was a rushing noise in Mingan's ears that got louder as Sevilen moved his hands over his skin. His Pet's hair was still in the braid Mingan had plaited the previous evening and his skin was slightly flushed. There was a pillow crease across Sevilen's cheek. It appeared that his Pet was napping until he had come home and his skin was warm and his body relaxed. Mingan wanted him. He needed him. He had to have him.

 

“It's not mine,” Mingan said in a rough voice as he stared at the swirling brands burned into his Pet's skin and wanted to trace them with his tongue again.

 

“You're okay? You're really not hurt?”

 

“I'm fine.”

 

Sevilen continued to run his hands over Mingan's chest and belly as if not quite believing that he was really unharmed. Mingan closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch of his Pet. The sweeping touch of Sevilen's hands against his skin was pushing the lust flowing through Mingan higher. He shoved his pants down and cursed his boots when they stopped him from simply kicking them off. He sat on the commode to remove the boots.

 

“Let me help,” Sevilen said as he straddled Mingan's leg.

 

Mingan groaned when Sevilen turned his back to him and bent over to pull the boot off. His Pet remained nude as Mingan had told him to before he left the house and the Blondie was now afforded the cock-stirring sight of a naked Sevilen bent over in front of him. His Pet's pert little ass was presented to his master's eyes. Lust flared higher in Mingan as his eyes traced over the bruises from the harsh spanking he had given Sevilen the night before.

 

Sevilen managed to pull the boot off Mingan and went to work on the other one. He dropped the second boot and turned to tell Mingan how worried he was when he noticed the look on Mingan's face. Sevilen stepped back from Mingan; suddenly wary. Sevilen remembered seeing that type of look before but it had been in the eyes of an animal he had stumbled upon in the forests of his home world. It was predatory and dangerous and intensely focused on him.

 

“Mingan?” Sevilen asked in a soft, nervous voice as he edged backwards.

 

Mingan heard the unease in his Pet's voice and noted the tension gathering in his Pet's body. His heart started to slow into the altered rhythm that allowed him to be the most successful hunter Jupiter had ever engineered. He wanted his little Pet to run so he could chase him down, capture him and claim him. Sevilen stopped moving and held himself poised to bolt. He looked warily at Mingan. Something wasn't right and instinct screamed at Sevilen not to move. Not to attract the attention of the predator.

 

“Mingan? What's wrong?” Sevilen asked in a whisper quiet voice as he remained still and his heart pounded with the beginnings of fear.

 

Mingan had been fine when he left the house. Sevilen had woken up to the feel of Mingan's hands stroking down his back, almost petting him. It felt good and Sevilen had shyly returned the gentle touches. He had played with the rings through Mingan's nipples and listened to the increased heartbeat under his ear as he lay half on his master's chest. Sevilen had been working himself up to touch Mingan's cock without being told to when Mingan received the call about the delegate he was looking for. Mingan kissed him gently, told him to stay nude, stay in the house and left to go meet his contact. As far as Sevilen knew, Mingan was fine when he left.

 

Mingan's purple eyes travelled over his Pet and noted the blood that had smeared onto him from Mingan. His lip curled at the sight of blood from the man who had tried to kill him decorating his Pet. Sevilen was his Pet. His. Nothing touched his Pet without his permission.

 

“Get in and wash the blood off,” Mingan snarled in a low voice.

 

Sevilen could feel the wrongness coming from Mingan. This was not the gentle lover of the previous night or the man who had been slowly arousing him when they woke up. This was a side of Mingan he hadn't seen before, not even in his visions. Sevilen had yet to sort through all the information he received from the first touch of Mingan's skin to his. This side of Mingan was starting to frighten Sevilen. He reacted without further thought, spun around and fled the bathroom.

 

Sevilen cast around for a place to hide. He heard Mingan roar at the open defiance of a Pet and Sevilen's heart started to pound even harder. He couldn't let Mingan catch him while he was in this strange mood. Sevilen just knew it would be a violent encounter if Mingan did. He pelted down the hall towards the front door, praying that it would be unlocked and he could make it to the forest to hide. If he could make it there, he could stay hidden in the trees until Mingan became himself again.

 

His mad dash for freedom was arrested when Mingan grabbed his braid and yanked him to a halt. Sevilen hissed at the sharp pain to his scalp. He had only been a dozen steps from the door and the safety of the forest. He wanted to yell in frustration.

 

“I wanted a chase, Pet,” Mingan growled in Sevilen's ear as he wrapped an arm around his Pet's waist and lifted him off his feet. “Run faster next time.”

 

Sevilen twisted against Mingan's hold and tried to pry the arm from around his waist. The laugh that rumbled from Mingan's chest at his struggles made Sevilen shiver in real fear. Nothing good could happen after a laugh like that.

 

“Struggle, Pet. It excites me,” Mingan hissed as he squeezed Sevilen hard.

 

Upon hearing that, Sevilen went limp in Mingan's hold. He wasn't giving up but he also didn't want to do anything that would further arouse his Blondie master. Sevilen could feel Mingan's erection and he was sure that, with the frightening mood that seemed to have taken over his master, there was going to be no gentle preparation for him this time and that scared him. Mingan carried him back to the bathroom and released him in front of the shower.

 

“Get in and wash the blood off.”

 

Sevilen turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature. He could feel the heat and intense gaze of his Blondie master on his back. He wanted to try to run again but Mingan was standing only inches from his back. The only place he could go was into the shower. Sevilen stepped under the spray and quickly sluiced water over himself wanting to be done before Mingan took his turn.

 

Mingan waited until Sevilen turned his face to the spray before he moved like the silent, deadly hunter he was created to be. He was in the shower and behind his little Pet before Sevilen even realized that Mingan had moved. Sevilen felt heat radiating against his back and knew Mingan was only inches behind him. He turned slowly and lifted his golden eyes to meet his master's purple ones. The predatory look mixed with desire was frightening in its intensity. Sevilen flicked his eyes to the side and tried to decide if he'd be able to make it past Mingan.

 

“Try it, Pet. I'll even give you a head start,” Mingan said as he shifted a little. The look he was giving Sevilen made him think that if he made another run for freedom, it would only excite Mingan more.

 

“What's wrong? What happened to you?” Sevilen asked in a soft voice as he tried to work out why Mingan was behaving this way.

 

“Nothing happened. I need to fuck.”

 

“Not like this. You'll hurt me and you told me you didn't want to do that.”

 

Sevilen edged backwards, watching Mingan's eyes. There had to be a way to reach Mingan. The gentle lover of the night before couldn't have been a lie. Sevilen felt the cool tiles of the shower against his back and swallowed hard. Mingan was blocking the only way out. Mingan stepped in front of Sevilen and ran his hands down his Pet's arms.

 

“You should have run,” Mingan said in a low voice that was laced with lust and violence that made Sevilen break out in a cold sweat despite the heat of the shower.

 

The Blondie grabbed his Pets wrists in one hand and spun him roughly around. He pressed his Pet against the cool tiles of the shower and picked up the soap. Working it into a lather with one hand, Mingan dropped the soap and brought his hand between Sevilen's cheeks. His Pet tensed at the rough touch as Mingan slid soap slick fingers against his hole before pushing one, then two in. Sevilen hissed at the sudden intrusion and twisted against Mingan's grasp. He bit his lip and tasted blood as Mingan scissored his fingers to open him against the resistance of his body.

 

“Mingan, please don't do this,” Sevilen said as Mingan's grip on his wrists tightened and pressed the bones together painfully.

 

The tight heat of his Pet was arousing Mingan even more. His cock throbbed and the need for release flowed through his body. His Pet bucked under his hands and his breath was coming in sharp little pants. Mingan smiled wolfishly as Sevilen jerked on his trapped wrists, the struggling edged Mingan's desire higher.

 

“Master Mingan, please don't do this,” Sevilen pleaded softly in fear as Mingan continued to forcefully work his hole.

 

Sevilen's heart was pounding in his chest. Mingan's fingers pushing so roughly into him stung and his master hadn't responded to his name being called or when Sevilen had called him `Master'. Fear was winding through his body making his muscles tighten and pulled a groan of pleasure from Mingan. Sevilen exhaled sharply in relief when he felt Mingan's fingers leave him. The relief was short lived when he felt the blunt, pierced head of Mingan's cock press between his cheeks.

 

Sevilen sucked in a painful breath as Mingan thrust roughly into him. Sevilen cheek was pressed against the cool tiles and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried not to yelp from the burning sensation of Mingan entering him with so little preparation. Tears pricked his eyes at the pain of what was happening to him.

 

It hurt more than Sevilen believed possible after the gentleness and pleasure of the night before and he ground his teeth together in an effort to remain silent and not cry out at the sharp pain Mingan was causing him. Sevilen tried to relax his muscles in an effort to ease his pain. His body betrayed him when it tightened to combat the burning in his ass.

 

“Master Mingan, don't do this,” Sevilen begged in a shaky voice. Sevilen gave a little sob when it seemed like Mingan didn't even hear him.

 

Mingan grunted with the pleasure of sliding into his Pet. Sevilen was hot, tight, perfection on his cock. His Pet was up on his tip toes and still Mingan wasn't penetrating him fully. He growled in frustration and slipped from his Pet. He spun Sevilen around to face him and picked him up one handed. He slammed his Pet's back against the shower wall, knocking the breath from Sevilen and positioned himself again. Mingan surged up into his Pet and groaned his pleasure as he sank fully into him. Sevilen's breath was stolen from him and his ass clenched as it tried to force the painful object from his body. His lungs soon demanded air and Sevilen sucked in a huge, gasping breath that ended with a sob. Mingan groaned in pleasure at the feel of the rhythmic squeezing on his cock as he began to thrust into Sevilen.

 

Sevilen's ass felt like it was on fire. He sucked in a pain filled breath and clamped his legs around Mingan's waist in an effort to push himself off of the thick cock that was impaling him. Sevilen pushed his hands against Mingan's chest, his fingers hitting and catching the nipple rings and drawing a lust filled groan from the Blondie. Sevilen struggled against the bruising hold his master had on his hips, trying to get away from the burning pain. Mingan growled his approval of the tight squeeze of Sevilen's legs and his frantic efforts to free himself as he continued thrusting roughly into his Pet.

 

“… hurts. Mingan, please…no… stop,” Sevilen begged in a tight, painful voice.

 

There had been no slow stretching and gentle preparation and Sevilen was painfully aware of the difference. This was the pain that the village elders said would be felt if males paired with each other. Sevilen was glad that they were in the shower. The spray of water would hide the tears that were leaking from his eyes.

 

Mingan's fingers dug into his hips and his spine hurt from being pressed so hard into the wall of the shower. Mingan growled low in his throat and thrust brutally hard into his little Pet as he peaked; finally wringing a sharp cry of pain from his Pet that mixed with Mingan's own hoarse shout of completion.

 

Mingan dragged deep shuddering breaths into his lungs as he held Sevilen pressed between his body and the wall of the shower. The lust that had claimed his senses drained away with the release of his orgasm and awareness trickled back to him. His cock tingled pleasantly from his release and the clench of Sevilen's ass was tighter than he remembered from the previous night. His Pet was shaking in his arms and pushing feebly against his chest. Mingan heard a quiet little sob at the same moment that he realized what he had just done to his Pet.

 

Mingan soundlessly cursed himself. He had taken his Pet brutally hard for his second experience with barely any preparation. Considering his size and the much smaller size of his Pet, Mingan knew that he had injured Sevilen. Mingan had completely forgotten what happened to him after a successful hunt if he had a pairing partner waiting for him at home. If he had remembered, he would have stayed away until the hunt induced lust faded or instructed Sevilen to remain locked in a room until he was back in control of himself.

 

Mingan lifted Sevilen from his softening cock and scowled at himself when his Pet cut off a moan of pain. He stepped out of the shower with his shivering Pet in his arms and set him down on his feet to grab some towels. Sevilen stood mutely, shaking and swaying where Mingan left him, his eyes closed with pain pinching his features. The Blondie quickly rubbed his Pet dry and cursed softly at the streaks of blood left behind on the snowy white towel. He had injured Sevilen in his lust induced rush for completion. Mingan needed to check Sevilen to see how badly he had hurt him. It wouldn't have surprised him if Sevilen needed to be taken to a hospital; he had been that rough with his little Pet.

 

Sevilen had no idea what happened that made Mingan take him so roughly. While Sevilen had been looking forward to experiencing the pleasure of the previous night again; this painful pairing changed his mind. After this experience, he was going to do everything he could to avoid pairing with Mingan or any other male. The elders of his village had been right. Males pairing with each other was wrong.

 

“Put your hands on the vanity and bend over, Sevilen,” Mingan said more harshly than he intended.

 

Mingan was upset with himself for losing control, his anger was not directed at his Pet. Sevilen, however, thought that he had angered his Blondie master with his sounds of pain and pleas to stop. Sevilen believed that he was about to be taken roughly again as punishment for trying to avoid his master's advances the first time. His belly clenched in fear. Sevilen looked at Mingan with wide, frightened eyes before he turned and bolted from the room. Mingan, startled by the sudden move, let several seconds elapse before he chased after Sevilen cursing and calling his name.

 

Sevilen ran from the bathroom on shaky legs. He crashed into a wall and caught his hip on a table. The small pain went unnoticed as he half ran, half staggered towards the library. He had his hand on the doorknob when he changed his mind. It would probably be the first place Mingan would go to look for him. Sevilen could feel something warm running down his legs but ignored it in his rush to hide.

 

He panicked when he ran from the bathroom and he was cursing himself now for not heading for the door and the forest. He was too far down the hall to go back and he knew that Mingan was going to be coming for him. Sevilen's legs felt like they were made of rubber and he stumbled as he tried to move faster. He had to hide or Mingan was going to catch him and take him again.

 

Sevilen headed for another set of doors and quickly slipped inside. He pressed his back to the door and tried to calm his breathing. He wanted to slide down the smooth wood and collapse but he couldn't rest until he found some place safe. He couldn't take another brutal assault from Mingan like he had just endured. Sevilen wiped at the warmth sliding down his inner thigh with his fingers. He expected to find Mingan's seed. Instead, his fingers came away red with fresh blood.

 

Panic burst into full bloom in his chest. Sevilen looked down to find his thighs painted red with his own blood. His head spun and only sheer will kept him from folding to the floor. If he was already bleeding this badly from the first rough encounter with Mingan, the second would be even worse and might just kill him. A frightened little moan tried to escape his throat before Sevilen pressed his lips together.

 

Mingan ran from the bathroom and immediately spotted the drops of blood on the polished wood floor. He followed them past the library to the doors of his office. That Sevilen was leaving a trail of blood was not a good sign and Mingan swore at himself again for hurting Sevilen as he had.

 

Sevilen darted his eyes around the room looking for a place to hide. Aside from shelves with books and a desk, there was nothing in the room except for a small alcove. Thinking that there might be a door in the alcove, Sevilen hurried over and stepped into it. He sobbed in frustration when there was no opening. He started to step back when he heard the door open behind him. Sevilen turned his head to find Mingan stepping through the door at the same time that light and movement flashed in the corner of his eye.

 

“Is this the Pet?” Jupiter asked as she reached out to touch Sevilen who froze in surprise at the strange form that appeared before him.

 

“No! Don't touch him!” Mingan yelled as he raced forward.

 

Jupiter's hand made contact with Sevilen's cheek before Mingan could reach his little Pet. He saw his Pet's eyes widen for an instant before his mouth opened in a scream that sounded inhumanly loud and high. Mingan's ears hurt at the sound. The glass in the wall of windows vibrated briefly before exploding outward in a shower of deadly shards. Jupiter's form wavered and abruptly blinked out. Sevilen's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Mingan caught him before he hit the floor and pulled him tightly to his chest.

 

Sevilen's breathing was rapid and shallow. Blood was starting to trickle from his nose, ears and mouth. Blood welled from his eyes and fell like tears down his cheeks. Mingan cursed loudly and carried Sevilen from his office back to the bathroom. He turned the shower on again and barely waited before stepping under the spray to clean the blood from Sevilen. Once the blood had been washed away, Mingan stepped from the shower and laid Sevilen on the small couch in a corner of the bathroom. He quickly dried his Pet off before passing a towel over his own body. He hurried to the cabinet and took out medical supplies. Back at Sevilen's side, Mingan started to assess his Pet's condition.

 

Mingan was relieved to note that the bleeding from Sevilen's eyes, ears, mouth and nose seemed to be minor and had stopped on its own. Mingan took both of Sevilen's ankles in one hand and pushed his legs up to touch his chest, exposing his anus. Mingan cursed himself as he saw the tears in the delicate flesh that he had caused with his uncontrolled lust to have his Pet. He glanced up at Sevilen's face and hoped his Pet would remain unconscious for the rest of the exam and whatever medical treatment he was going to have to administer.

 

Mingan carefully spread Sevilen open and prayed that he hadn't done serious internal damage. The wounds started to bleed sluggishly again and Mingan was relieved to find that, aside from some tears both inside and out and bruising, Sevilen's injuries weren't major. Resting Sevilen's legs on his shoulder, Mingan pulled a cylindrical object from his medical kit along with a small vial filled with a blue liquid.

 

Mingan thanked his luck that he still had some of the nannites on hand. Cenon had developed them for fast repair of almost any injury. It was one of his most ingenious medical advancements. Within a few hours of injecting the microscopic machines into Sevilen, the injuries he had suffered would be fixed as if nothing had ever happened. Mingan was a little nervous of using them on Sevilen as the nannites had been engineered specifically for the members of the Cadre. Cenon had told him they were safe for anyone, but there was also the fact that Sevilen wasn't even a native Amoian.

 

Mingan's choices were limited. He could inject Sevilen with the nannites and trust that Cenon had been right or stitch Sevilen himself and have his Pet endure more pain from the wounds healing over a few weeks. Mingan didn't want Sevilen to suffer any more pain. He loaded the delivery device and pressed it into the fleshy part of Sevilen's buttocks. Mingan waited for any strange reactions and breathed a quick sigh of relief when nothing happened.

 

Sevilen remained asleep and his breathing evened out. Mingan packed up the medical kit and returned it to the cabinet. He gathered Sevilen into his arms, brought him to the bedroom and laid him carefully on the bed. Mingan went to a little used closet to retrieve Pet chains and a Pet ring and headed to the bedroom once again. He didn't want to chain Sevilen but he also didn't want his Pet to try and run from him again and hurt himself even further. The Pet ring was just additional insurance should his Pet manage to slip the chains and somehow leave the house. Mingan wasn't about to lose his Pet because of his own carelessness.

 

Mingan slipped the Pet ring onto Sevilen's cock and was shocked at the feelings of satisfaction and possessiveness that small action produced in him. The first thought that slipped through his brain was that Sevilen was now his. He never intended to have a Pet permanently and it was the first time Mingan used the Pet ring that Jupiter had insisted he have along with the Pet chains.

 

He never put a Pet ring on any of the Pets he bought before. He always freed them after the one night. Mingan would buy the freed Pet a ticket to anywhere they wanted to go after their time with him. What happened to them after that, he didn't care.

 

But Sevilen was different.

 

Mingan didn't want to let this Pet go. He didn't understand why and that annoyed the big Blondie. Sevilen was easily the most interesting person to come into his life in longer than Mingan wanted to think about. He had been comfortable in his routine but he didn't seem to mind Sevilen changing it. He admitted to himself that he actually liked Sevilen. His Pet's inner strength was fascinating and his gift of song was better than anything Mingan had ever heard from people who claimed to be professionals. Sevilen's shyness was refreshing and the honest reactions when he had taken him the first time gave Mingan pleasure like he hadn't felt from a pairing in years. He knew Sevilen was intelligent and the hint of temper that flared every now and again was entrancing.

 

Mingan tried to shake off the strange turn of his thoughts as he first slipped the cuffs and collar onto Sevilen before he clipped the chains to them. He snapped the end of the chain to the loop bolted to the wall above the bed. Mingan berated himself for developing an erection while chaining his Pet to his bed. He had just brutally assaulted Sevilen. He had no business wanting to take him again. Even if Sevilen would be healed in a few hours' time and could physically pair with him, Mingan didn't think he'd have a willing partner in Sevilen for quite some time. With the placing of the Pet ring on Sevilen, he had staked his claim with his first official Pet. He hadn't expected to feel so possessive over a Pet that he had been forced to acquire. The feeling of possession only increased from the act of putting the chains on Sevilen.

 

Mingan left the room only long enough to get a bottle of his favourite drink, a glass and a databook before returning to the bedroom. He climbed into the bed with his Pet and pulled Sevilen close to him. It hadn't taken all that long for Sevilen to wake the last time he collapsed like this and Mingan wanted to be there when Sevilen regained consciousness.

 

He wanted to know what Sevilen saw when Jupiter had touched his Pet.