Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Cadre ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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 to the nitpicker and grammar nazi.

 

 

The Lost Cadre 6

 

Mingan studied the information the databook came up with. The puzzle of the Neksha teased at his brain and wouldn't let go until he did something about it. A search on Awh'an and the Shal-hazal produced some interesting information although there wasn't a lot about the Neksha itself either as a symbol or as a weapon and that frustrated Mingan. He knew he had seen it recently somewhere. In general, there wasn't a lot of information on the Awh'anise people in the database and that only added to Mingan's sense of frustration. What information there was, Mingan committed to memory.

 

The Shal-hazal was a class of people with special gifts and abilities and they only made up one percent of the population of Awh'an. The majority of the Shal-hazal were male and they were both feared and revered by their people. The best translation he could find was that Shal-hazal were dream-walkers. They had the ability to move through people's dreams like ghosts and affect them.

 

The Shal-hazal, as a whole, was divided up into four sub-classes, each with specialized talents. Mingan wondered which sub-class Zesiro belonged to. He somehow doubted Zesiro was of the Healer class and he just didn't seem to have the temperament to be of the Spirit class. That left the Warrior and Litch classes. Mingan sincerely hoped he wasn't of the Litch class. According to the database, that class of Shal-hazal had a nasty habit of going insane.

 

Mingan sighed and put the databook down and looked at Sevilen sleeping beside him. His little Pet had yet to wake up and Mingan was starting to get concerned. Several hours had passed since Jupiter touched his Pet and caused his collapse. Nothing appeared to be wrong with Sevilen but he was completely unresponsive to anything Mingan did.

 

Mingan frowned as he looked at the bruises in the shape of his fingers on Sevilen's hips. Bruises also decorated Sevilen's spine from where Mingan had slammed him against the shower wall. They were fading because of the repair work of the nannites and Mingan was glad of that. Sevilen didn't need any reminders of what Mingan had done. Mingan didn't need any reminders either.

 

Mingan couldn't lie to himself about it. He had enjoyed it immensely at the time. The problem came when he realized that Sevilen hadn't been aroused and had repeatedly begged him to stop because he was hurting him. He hadn't meant to hurt Sevilen. To use him as brutally as he did when it had only been Sevilen's second sexual experience, was going to eat at Mingan. That experience was going to stay with Sevilen for a long time as well and probably reinforce in his mind that male pairings were wrong.

 

Mingan stroked his fingers down Sevilen's cheek and sighed. His Pet was going to be afraid of him and of pairing with him when he woke up. While Sevilen was his Pet and had no say in what Mingan did to him, Mingan didn't want Sevilen to simply endure his touches. His little Pet had been delightfully responsive the first time and Mingan wanted to experience that again. He knew that it would take a lot of effort on his part to have Sevilen welcome any touches from him, never mind the more intimate kind he wanted.

 

Mingan turned the light out and pulled Sevilen to his chest. There was no response from his Pet. It was as if Mingan was holding a warm, pliable doll. Even though he had only slept with Sevilen at his side twice, his little Pet had snuggled up to him both times in his sleep and it simply made Mingan feel good. Mingan pulled some light blankets over them and pressed a kiss to Sevilen's forehead before closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep. If his Pet was still unresponsive in the morning, he was going to take him to a hospital.

 

Sevilen dreamed.

 

The things he saw were both frightening and fascinating. He knew it was the result of that strange thing touching him but what that thing had been, Sevilen couldn't say. He saw Mingan when he was younger with a group of other men who looked remarkably like him. Sevilen guessed they were the other members of the Cadre. He spotted Cenon in the group, recognizing him from what he had seen when he touched Mingan the first time. Sevilen could see the affection between all the men as they met and talked and joked with each other.

 

He saw Mingan go on a hunt and transform into the relentless predator he was engineered to be. Mingan was beautiful and deadly at the same time; like the typanza that lived on his homeworld. That creature had fascinated him from the first time he had seen one with its beauty and grace as well as its efficient killing nature. Sevilen always wanted to touch one just once to see if its thick fur felt as soft as it looked. Mingan held the same kind of fascination for him. The difference was that Sevilen was allowed to touch Mingan and it was only feeding his enthralment with the man.

 

Sevilen also saw what happened to Mingan when he came back from a hunt. His instincts took over and rational thought fled. He was a wild creature operating on base impulses. Fight, chase, kill and sex drove him. Sevilen watched Mingan and Cenon together. He saw Cenon manoeuvre Mingan into being less feral but the pairing was still a violent encounter. Sevilen realized that by running from Mingan as he did the first time, he had pushed the Blondie's base impulses into overdrive. The chase had aroused Mingan and made the assault dealt to Sevilen more violent. While Sevilen could forgive Mingan for something that was beyond his control, he wouldn't be able to forget it.

 

He saw the attack that decimated the Cadre from different points of view. Sevilen guessed that he was seeing something that had been recorded by security cameras. Seeing Cenon die in front of Mingan made Sevilen's heart ache for the grief on Mingan's face. A cruel mask descended and the Blondie went on a rampage to avenge his lover's death. The brutality of his actions shocked Sevilen. He understood that Mingan was filled with rage and grief over Cenon's death, but he never dreamed that one person could be so horrifically vicious to another person. Sevilen assumed when a person said they were going to tear another person limb from limb that was simply an expression. It was a statement of fact from Mingan. Sevilen saw Mingan in a different light and made him afraid of what his Blondie master might do if he ever truly lost his temper with him.

 

Sevilen watched years pass for Mingan and the city change. He was having a hard time grasping the flow of time and relating it to the man he knew. Too much time was passing to correspond with how old Mingan looked. On a guess, Sevilen thought Mingan was between seventy-five and a hundred years old if Sevilen was reading the passage of time correctly although, Mingan only looked to be about thirty years old. Mingan was alone through most of the time that passed after Cenon's death with only the occasional partner or Pet. Sevilen realized how out of character it was for Mingan to have agreed to take him home.

 

Mingan wasn't the last of the Cadre. Three others still lived. Sevilen even saw who they were and what their names were. Zareb, the arms specialist, Wakiza, the combat specialist and Akando, the infiltration specialist. The only information he didn't have yet was where they were. Like Mingan, they each thought they were the last of the Cadre and had retreated from society as much as they could. They, too, had lost their partners and refused any contact with other people until the absolute need for it drove them to seek some out for a night of companionship and relief.

 

Sevilen heard one name over and over. Jupiter. He had heard of the massive AI that ran Amoi while he was at the Trading House and reasoned that the thing that touched him must have been Jupiter. It somehow gave him the huge volume of data he was now sorting through. That the data transfer happened at all when Jupiter was not a living thing puzzled Sevilen. He never had a problem touching electronic things before but Jupiter was a self-aware machine. Sevilen supposed that, because it thought and reasoned, it was possible that different rules applied.

 

There was far more information than he would be able to sort through in a lifetime of working it out in his head. His head was beginning to hurt and felt full to bursting. There was so much detailed information on things that had no relevance for Sevilen. How many crates of micro processors were shipped to Breshen 5 in any given month was useless as far as Sevilen was concerned. The Cadre was what Sevilen wanted to know about. Mingan was part of the Cadre and the delegate who had tried to kill Mingan had thought `kill the Cadre and Jupiter dies'. How could killing a man or a group of men make a powerful AI like Jupiter was rumoured to be, die?

 

Sevilen began to sift through the information looking specifically for anything that had to do with the Cadre. Everything else was deleted. The captain of the ship that had bought him from the elders had thought he had huddled, catatonic, in a corner of the ship for the journey to Amoi. Sevilen had been teaching himself to forcibly remove the information that he didn't want to keep. Sevilen believed it was either do that or go insane from having so much of other people inside his head. He was still learning and things didn't always work out like he thought they would but it was better than doing nothing and having his own personality subverted by other people's.

 

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Mingan fully intended to take Sevilen to the hospital on the second day until he thought about all the people that would touch Sevilen. He wasn't sure if Sevilen needed to be awake to receive information from a person's touch. He didn't want to take the chance. To put Sevilen through even more pain was something he wanted to avoid, if at all possible. He would wait a little longer and hope that Sevilen woke on his own.

 

After the second day passed, Mingan decided he would have to take his Pet to a hospital to keep him alive. Sevilen needed to eat and although he managed to force some water down Sevilen's throat, Mingan knew it wasn't enough. Late on the morning of the third day, Mingan was awakened by Sevilen shoving away from him and scrambling from the bed. His Pet was brought up short by the chains that bound him and he raised accusing eyes to Mingan while remaining at the very end of the length of chain.

 

Sevilen raised his hands to touch the collar around his throat, not believing that he had actually been chained. He knew of the possibility as it was explained to him in the Trading House that Pets were often chained to their masters when they were taken out in public. He just didn't think that he'd actually end up chained if he did what Mingan directed. The complete unfairness of it all made Sevilen even angrier than he already was at Mingan for raping him but he struggled not to let that show. He had seen Mingan when provoked to real anger and Sevilen wanted no part of that. A Pet getting angry over being chained just wasn't something a Blondie ever had to worry about.

 

Rather than to allow fear to take over, it was also much easier to feed his anger at what happened. If Sevilen let the fear consume him, he was sure that he'd end up retreating into his head and never come back. He couldn't do that. He made a promise to himself to stop the deaths he dreamed about.

 

“Sevilen? How are you feeling, my Pet?” concern showed in Mingan's eyes.

 

Sevilen ran a quick mental check over his body. He was stunned when the only real complaint his body was making known was the fact that his stomach felt hollow and he needed to use the bathroom in the worst possible way. He didn't understand it but to feel no pain after the brutal rape was a gift he wasn't about to refuse. It did make him wonder how long he had been asleep and sorting through just a fraction of the information from Jupiter. His head still felt overly full of information and Sevilen knew he still needed to delete all the useless data he received from Jupiter.

 

“I need to use the bathroom,” Sevilen said as he shifted from foot to foot. Now that he was aware of it, the need to relieve himself was painful.

 

Mingan released the chains from the hook in the wall and gave a little tug on them for Sevilen to follow him to the bathroom. Sevilen struggled not to scowl at the tug of the chains and followed Mingan. Sevilen paused in front of the commode and shot a glance at Mingan as his master stood with the ends of the chains in his fist. When Mingan didn't move from where he was, Sevilen gave a little shrug and moved to relieve himself. He had to go and he couldn't wait for a little privacy.

 

Mingan saw Sevilen's hand clench into a fist when he discovered the Pet ring on his cock but his Pet said nothing and went about his business. When he finished, he waited for Mingan to lead him from the room, his eyes trained on the floor. Mingan wasn't sure what to make of Sevilen's behaviour. He wasn't acting like he was afraid of Mingan. He had expected some kind of protest at the chains, questions at the very least about why he was wearing them, yet Sevilen said nothing. His little Pet was truly a puzzle and reacted to things in ways that Mingan didn't understand.

 

Sevilen had a wealth of information on the Cadre now. He had more information than Mingan did. He wanted to share that information at the same time that he wanted to keep quiet to punish Mingan for raping him. Sevilen was angry that Mingan came home and assaulted him when the Blondie knew that he lost control of himself after a hunt. To wake up and find out that he was chained and had a Pet ring put on him only made Sevilen angrier. He wasn't about to go anywhere until he was sure Mingan wasn't going to die as he saw in his visions.

 

Mingan led Sevilen back to the bedroom and snapped the chains back to the wall. He saw the muscle in Sevilen's jaw tighten but his Pet said nothing and remained at the very end of the chains, as far away from Mingan as he could get. He continued to look at the floor.

 

“How do you feel, Sevilen?”

 

“Fine. How long was I asleep? I didn't think it was long enough to heal completely from what…” Sevilen trailed off.

 

“I used something on you to speed the healing process.”

 

Mingan watched Sevilen and tried to gauge his mood. Mingan could have sworn that Sevilen was very angry with him. The anger surprised Mingan. He expected fear. That it wasn't there was strange and he wanted to know why.

 

“I didn't mean to hurt you like that, Sevilen,” Mingan began.

 

“I know that; now. It was just what happens to you after a hunt.”

 

“How do you know that?” Mingan asked taken by surprise at the matter of fact way Sevilen was speaking.

 

“I know a lot of things now, Mingan. I can forgive you raping me because you simply weren't in control of yourself. I can't forget it though,” Sevilen said as he finally looked up into Mingan's eyes.

 

“A Blondie can't rape his Pet,” Mingan denied as he saw the anger simmering in his Pet's golden eyes.

 

“I begged you to stop more than once. You didn't. That's rape, Mingan. I'm inexperienced, not stupid. It hurt, Mingan. It hurt more than I thought it could. It hurt almost as bad as when the elders branded me. I couldn't get away then either. Did you know I was awake for that?” Sevilen said with anger and bitterness in his voice that he couldn't hide.

 

Mingan was taken aback by the tone of his Pet's voice and wanted to protest the charge of rape but Sevilen had begged him to stop, repeatedly. He remembered that his Pet had run from him out of fear. His Pet had struggled against him and it only served to arouse him further. Mingan had taken his pleasure with no thought to Sevilen's pleasure or pain and over his pleas to stop. His Pet was right. It had been rape. Mingan was about to reply when the second part of his Pet's statement clicked with him.

 

“You were awake when they branded you?” Mingan asked in shock.

 

“They wanted me to remember it. They wanted me to feel the pain of all the villagers who had lost loved ones. My own loss meant nothing to them. They forced a drug into me that kept me from moving and went to work. The only good thing about the rape was that it was over quickly. The branding took hours.”

 

If Sevilen had intended to make Mingan feel guilty, it worked. He felt bad enough for taking his little Pet so brutally. Having Sevilen bluntly tell him that he saw what happened as rape was uncomfortable but true, no matter how much it went against the established master/Pet relationship for Blondies. Then, to hear Sevilen compare it to the branding…. Mingan clenched his jaw. His little Pet was not going to forgive him any time soon regardless of what he said earlier.

 

“Come here, Sevilen.”

 

Sevilen hesitated before he moved slowly towards Mingan. It was apparent that he didn't want to be anywhere near the big Blondie. He might have been angry over what Mingan had done but he was also a little afraid of getting so close to the man who hurt him. Sevilen stepped to the edge of the bed, believing that he was close enough. Mingan gave a tug on the chains to pull Sevilen to him and saw fear flare to life in his golden eyes. Apparently, his little Pet had been putting on a brave show. He might have been angry but he also feared his master now.

 

“Please, Mingan, I know I said I'd do whatever you wanted me to so I could stay with you but I can't pair with you like that again,” Sevilen said with a little thread of panic in his voice as Mingan pulled him closer with the chains.

 

“What happened before won't happen again, Sevilen. I won't let it. I didn't mean to hurt you.”

 

“I know you didn't mean to but I can't take the chance it'll happen again. It just proved that the elders were right. Males shouldn't pair. I was bleeding, Mingan… a lot. It's wrong and I paid for enjoying the first time with pain the second time. Please don't make me pair again. I'll do anything else you want; I swear it.”

 

Mingan wanted to curse the elders of Sevilen's village to hell. He was afraid that his little Pet would see things that way. The fear in Sevilen's voice and the tension in his body spoke volumes about how he felt about pairing now. Mingan wanted to hit something, preferably one of Sevilen's village elders.

 

“You keep saying you know. What is it you know?”

 

“I know what happens to you after a hunt. I understand you can't control it,” Sevilen said as he resisted Mingan pulling him closer by the chains.

 

“Then you know it won't happen again. I am truly sorry for hurting you, Sevilen. It's been a very long time since I had someone waiting for me after a hunt. Did you learn this from Jupiter touching you?” Mingan asked as he continued to draw Sevilen to him.

 

Mingan watched Sevilen pale as he relentless continued to reel in his Pet. The resistance of his Pet while in chains was arousing Mingan. The glint of the Pet ring on Sevilen's cock was exciting him. Mingan was experiencing a surge of possessive desire as he let his gaze sweep over his Pet. He saw Sevilen glance at his groin and pale further. Mingan wanted to feel his Pet against his skin. He couldn't seem to stop himself and the more Sevilen tried to resist the contact, the more Mingan wanted it. What was it about this little Pet that made him want to touch and hold and possess him?

 

“You aren't the last Cadre member alive. Zareb, Wakiza and Akando also survived the attack. It was in Jupiter's memories,” Sevilen said in a rush hoping to distract Mingan.

 

Mingan reacted like cold water had just been poured over him. He yanked his Pet to him and gripped Sevilen's shoulders. Mingan stared into the frightened eyes of his Pet and tried to calm himself down. Sevilen was stiff in his arms and Mingan knew if Sevilen hadn't been chained, he would have tried to flee.

 

“What? Where? Where are they? What did you learn from Jupiter?”

 

“I have all of it in my head. Everything on the Cadre. Why you were engineered. What you have done. What the other Cadre members have done. The others dying. It came to me when Jupiter touched me.”

 

“Tell me. All of it, Sevilen,” Mingan demanded as his fingers dug into his Pet's shoulders. Sevilen flinched and the Blondie forced himself to gentle his touch.

 

“If I do, you have to promise you won't make me pair with you. I can't do it again, Mingan. I won't be able to suffer through pain like that again,” Sevilen said with a thread of panicky desperation in his voice.

 

Mingan wanted to shake Sevilen. His Pet had information that he knew Mingan wanted desperately. He was willing to tell Mingan what he wanted to know if he promised not to make him pair with Mingan again. Mingan wanted the information on the other living Cadre members but he wanted to have Sevilen, too. He thought he just might want to have Sevilen more than he wanted to know about the remaining Cadre members and that thought startled him into relaxing his grip even further. He drew several deep calming breaths.

 

There had to be a way for him to get both the things he wanted. He was a smart man. Jupiter had gifted him with exceptional intelligence. He only needed to look at it as a word puzzle to be solved. A slow smile spread over Mingan's face as he replayed what Sevilen had asked for in exchange for the Cadre information. His Pet didn't want Mingan to make him pair with him. Sevilen hadn't said anything about wanting to pair with Mingan of his own free will.

 

“All right, Sevilen. If you tell me everything you learned about the Cadre, I promise I won't force you to pair with me again. I will still touch you and you will touch me but I won't penetrate you if you don't want me to.”

 

Sevilen looked warily at Mingan. The Blondie agreed rather quickly to his plea. He didn't like the smile his master was wearing and he had the feeling that he was being set up somehow. He just didn't see how. Feeling like he was making a deal with the devil, Sevilen nodded his agreement.

 

“A kiss to seal the deal, my little Pet,” Mingan said with a smug look.

 

Sevilen hesitated before he leaned in for a quick peck. He gave a startled squeak when Mingan wrapped his arms around him and pressed a heated kiss to his lips. Sevilen found himself automatically opening his mouth to Mingan when the seam of his lips was teased by the tip of Mingan's tongue.

 

The soft sound of need from Mingan stirred memories of the pleasure of that first time he paired with his master and kept Sevilen from pulling back as warmth flooded through him. He didn't understand it or the involuntary little sound of disappointment that came from his own throat when Mingan drew back. How could he want Mingan's kisses when he knew it would lead to pairing? How could just a simple touch from Mingan make him want to press his body to his master's just to feel the skin on skin contact? What was wrong with him? Why did his body want to be closer to the person who had hurt him so badly?

 

“Tell me of my brothers, my Pet,” Mingan ordered softly as he fit Sevilen against his side and leaned against the head of the bed.

 

Sevilen had responded to the kiss. Mingan hadn't expected that. The kiss had simply been a way for Mingan to gauge how frightened and wary his Pet was of physical contact with him. With patience and gentleness, Mingan was sure that Sevilen would eventually beg Mingan to slide into him. His response to their first pairing had been genuine and pleasurable. The challenge for Mingan would be to control himself enough to get to the point where Sevilen would want to feel that pleasure again. Mingan wasn't exactly sure why he wanted Sevilen to welcome him into his body when he could just take his Pet if he wanted. Something about Sevilen brought out protective instincts and the more tender side of him that had lain dormant since Cenon had died.

 

Mingan had never been afraid to examine his feelings and the strange way he seemed to behave around Sevilen from the very first moment begged him to examine what he felt. He wanted to explore why Sevilen seemed to draw gentleness from him. Not even Cenon had managed to pull the territorial protectiveness from Mingan that Sevilen did without even trying. If he hadn't wanted to know about the Cadre so badly, Mingan would have scrutinized his behaviour and feelings that very moment. Mingan didn't like having unknown factors in his life which made wanting to keep Sevilen even more puzzling.

 

Sevilen felt off-balance. The kiss had been gentle like the first time they had paired. He could feel Mingan's erection and knew that his Blondie master wanted more than just a teasing kiss. Sevilen felt like he wanted more but he didn't understand why. His last experience hadn't been pleasurable or arousing for him. It was a painful, frightening thing. Yet his body was telling him that since the first time felt so very good, it wanted to try it again.

 

Sevilen gave a little snort of disgust at himself. First his mind refused to do and think what he wanted after the trauma of the branding and now his body was rebelling against what his mind was telling it after just one little kiss from the person who raped him. Maybe the gods were punishing him for wanting and finding pleasure with another male. Sevilen gave an annoyed little huff and tried to move away from Mingan.

 

“I get to touch you, my Pet. That was the deal. Now, stop squirming and arousing me further and tell me what you learned from Jupiter.”

 

Sevilen froze for an instant at Mingan's words before forcing himself to relax. He decided to ignore the remark about arousing his Blondie master. He could either ignore it or bolt from the bed and Sevilen didn't feel up to it emotionally to have Mingan pounce on him and haul him close. That would have been too much like the rape too soon. There was also the small matter of the chains that now leashed him to the area immediately around the bed. Sevilen held himself somewhat stiffly against his master. He began telling Mingan everything he had learned about the Cadre from Jupiter's touch.

 

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Iason was furious with Raoul. Not that the anger he was feeling showed to the casual observer. That was only evident in the tightening around his mouth and the tension in his shoulders as he shuffled through the report on the incident between Raoul and the Shal-hazal.

 

It was bad enough that Raoul lost all sense of protocol when he met meet the Shal-hazal for the first time and jerked the hood from the man's head. But the security report sitting on his desk made him want to chew Raoul a new hole before beating the snot out of him. In all the time that Iason had known Raoul, he had never done anything even remotely like the hood snatching incident let alone the fight. Iason couldn't think of a single thing that would make Raoul act as he did, although Raoul was acting a little odd since he came to Iason about wanting to find some man he met. He did seem distracted but that was no excuse for the incident he caused.

 

According to the interview with the Furniture, Raoul grabbed the Shal-hazal by the throat and slammed him into the wall for no apparent reason. The Awh'anise dignitary reacted to protect himself and fought back. The injuries to the man included broken bones and a dislocated shoulder as well as minor cuts and bruises. The agents had mistakenly shot him full of tranquilizers when it was Raoul who was the instigator of the whole episode. Iason felt no pity for the injuries that Raoul sustained. He deserved them for the unprovoked attack on Zesiro. If he had known about them, he would have insisted that nothing be done past setting the broken bones and stitching the gash on the back of Raoul's head. Iason would have liked to have seen Raoul suffer the black eye and the numerous cuts and bruises the fight caused.

 

“You wanted to see me, Iason?” Raoul asked as he entered Iason's office.

 

“Sit,” Iason commanded as he stared hard at Raoul.

 

“Do you know what's in this report from the security agents? Do you have any idea how bad this looks? I think you'll be lucky if the Shal-hazal wants a damn thing to do with you or Amoi after this,” Iason said in disgust as he tossed the report towards Raoul.

 

Raoul resisted picking the report up. He knew what he'd find in it anyway. He knew it wasn't a pretty picture how he behaved during that first meeting with Zesiro in person.

 

“He provoked me, Iason. You have no idea what he did or said that led to my yanking the hood from him or the fight later.”

 

“Enlighten me then, Raoul. Give me a reason why I shouldn't send you home without pay for the next week, put a reprimand in your personnel file and possibly have you whipped for your behaviour,” Iason demanded as he struggled to keep his voice even.

 

“He said some things to me that you didn't hear. They were… things that made me angry,” Raoul hedged as he tried to avoid telling Iason what had actually happened between him and Zesiro.

 

“Fine. What did he say?” asked Iason tightly. He couldn't think of anything the dignitary could have possibly said that was worth brawling like a couple of mongrels in the street.

 

“I can't tell you, it was personal.”

 

“Won't tell me is more like it. How personal could it be? You just met the man,” Iason ground out. Raoul had never been this difficult to deal with before.

 

Raoul wanted to snarl in frustration. He was too embarrassed to tell Iason that he had been fucked so thoroughly and so pleasurably by someone he hadn't even seen. It was even more of an embarrassment that he, a Blondie of great status, had begged Zesiro to fuck him hard and make him scream while Raoul called him `Master'. Just thinking about it made him angry.

 

And aroused, if he was being honest with himself.

 

“If you aren't going to give me a reasonable explanation, Raoul, you give me no choice. You will be docked pay for one week, have a reprimand put in your personnel file and I wouldn't be surprised if Jupiter wanted to have a few words with you. I'd like to have you whipped but I don't think I could justify it to Jupiter when the Shal-hazal hasn't filed a complaint against you… yet. Be advised that if he does, I will whip you myself.”

 

Raoul was smarting from the dressing down he'd gotten from Iason. At one point, having Iason threaten to whip him would have made his cock stand at attention but Raoul was finding himself more and more distracted by thoughts of Zesiro. It was irritating for Raoul to realize that if Zesiro had just threatened to whip him, he would have dropped his pants in a heartbeat and wriggled his hips, begging to feel the sting before Zesiro took his ass again. Raoul shifted uncomfortably in his seat from the growing erection his random thoughts had sparked.

 

Iason told Raoul to plan a party for the Shal-hazal as an apology for his behaviour. He was to make sure it was a lavish affair and Iason made it very clear that to do a half-assed job was to earn himself a whipping he had no interest in receiving; at least not from Iason.

 

Raoul returned to his office and began looking up everything the database had on Awh'an. The amount of information was surprisingly small. There was some general information about the Shal-hazal, the exports of the planet, which seemed to be mostly mercenaries and various types of plants for medicinal purposes and a brief history of first contact.

 

Awh'an was a violent, dangerous place where everything was a predator; from the people to the majority of the animals. Even certain plants there would eat the unwary. Violence was something that was bred into the Awh'anise over the ages in order to survive. They were a warrior species and quite a few left their homeworld to work in that capacity on other worlds. Awh'anise soldiers were in high demand and very good at warfare because they could keep going regardless of pain or injuries. They were far stronger than they looked, as Raoul was intimately aware, and there were few two-legged species faster than them.

 

Although the Awh'anise were noted as being sensual, sexual creatures, details of why they were seen that way was sketchy at best and only made Raoul more curious. The language was melodic to the ears but difficult to learn as much of the meaning of words relied on body posture and subtle gestures. Raoul tried to do a search for the meaning of the word Zesiro had used but the database was unable to find a match. The Awh'anise was a relatively new contact for Amoi and the database was slowly growing as more information was collected. Having an actual Awh'anise on Amoi was an excellent opportunity to add to the information Jupiter was collecting and a possible way for Raoul to redeem himself for fighting with Zesiro.

 

 

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“Not that I don't appreciate a party thrown in my honour, but why exactly is this little shindig happening?” Zesiro asked as he dressed in a pair of loose pants and shirt.

 

Raoul stood at the window of the hospital room pretending to look outside. He was, in reality, watching Zesiro dress in the reflection in the glass. Desire stirred to life in his groin as he caught the slightly blurred reflection of Zesiro naked. He wanted to turn around and let his gaze roam over the man but pride held him with his back to Zesiro.

 

Zesiro watched Raoul at the window and noted the tenseness in his body. He inhaled deeply and under the nose burning smell of antiseptics, he could smell traces of desire coming from Raoul. A smile teased his lips as he thought of all the fun he could have with this Blondie.

 

“Iason decided that it would serve as a small apology for my behaviour towards you as well as for the security agents shooting you with tranquilizers.”

 

“Well, you did grab me by the throat first and provoked me into a mating fight. I did win that fight by the way. If those agents hadn't shot me full of drugs, I would have had your delightful ass again right then and there. I will be claiming my prize, my little fuck toy. That was one of the better fights that I've had in a long time. Gods, it's making me horny just thinking of it. What say I bend you over that table and give you a good, hard fuck right now?” Zesiro said as he finished dressing and walked up to Raoul.

 

Raoul whirled on Zesiro and struggled to control the urge to smack the man. He didn't want to be reminded that Zesiro had won the fight. The man had more nerve than anyone Raoul had ever met. He was just now being let out of a hospital after suffering broken bones and other injuries and the first thing he wanted to do was jump the man who caused them. Raoul didn't know whether to be flattered that Zesiro found him so desirable or annoyed because the man couldn't seem to control his baser needs.

 

“Is that all you think of? You've been in the hospital for three days recovering from injuries and the first thing you say to me is that you want to fuck me,” Raoul said tightly as he calmed himself down. He was a respected Blondie and he couldn't let some backwater dignitary fluster him like this. No matter how much that brief mental image stirred lust in him.

 

“I told you and the doctors I was fine once I recovered from the drugs. I didn't need to stay here for three days. That's three days I lost when I could have spent them with you in bed. And yes, right now, it's all I can think of. You don't seem to understand about the fights my people have with regards to sex. Really, Raoul, you should learn some basic information about the aliens you have to deal with as part of your job,” Zesiro said with a tsking noise and a wink.

 

“I tried. Your people aren't very free with information about yourselves,” Raoul grumbled.

 

“I suppose not. Most Awh'anise have no use for other species and are quite content to live their violent, sensual lives on Awh'an without ever seeing another species that isn't native to the planet. I've always been a curious soul and I do love trying out sex with different species. Is there something you wanted to know about the Awh'anise?”

 

“Anything you tell me would be appreciated,” Raoul said as his curiosity was stirred from the willingness of Zesiro to talk about his people when the others had been traditionally close mouthed about themselves.

 

Zesiro moved to sit on the edge of the bed and waited until Raoul also sat down. He sighed a little when the Blondie chose a chair instead of sitting next to him. How was he supposed to jump Raoul and ravish him if the damned man wasn't going to co-operate? It wasn't like he didn't want to have sex. Zesiro could smell the arousal coming from Raoul and it was starting to drive him crazy. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up attacking Raoul and pinning him down so he could have his way with him.

 

Not that that was a bad thing.

 

Until he had actually claimed Raoul sexually to complete the foreplay of the fight, Zesiro was going to be very focused on getting Raoul's tight ass. One of the drawbacks to engaging in that type of fight and the fact that it had been one that degenerated into an actual mating ritual, only made things worse for Zesiro. He wanted Raoul with an almost painful intensity. He was going to have Raoul before they left the hospital room.

 

“Why does everything come back to sex with you? The information I managed to find just said that your people were very sensual. ”

 

“My people are highly sexualized. We'll take our pleasure whenever and wherever we want. This is something that has been bred into us over the millennia. You never know when the next creature is going to come along and eat you.”

 

“Why the violence? You really seemed to get off on my hurting you. Not that I don't mind a little pain in the mix but I dislocated your shoulder and broke your cheek and I know you just became more aroused. That's a little disturbing, Zesiro.”

 

Zesiro laughed. Oh, it was going to be such fun to play with this Blondie. Raoul was unbelievably strong and gave as good as he got. Zesiro would have been hard pressed to find a lover who wasn't Awh'anise that could deliver the violence that his species craved.

 

“Because we tend to have a violent nature just to stay alive on a daily basis, it has bled over into how we approach sex. That isn't to say we don't do gentle sex. We do. It's just that we often start with violence and it becomes gentle after.”

 

“If Awh'an wasn't such a dangerous place, it would probably be the top spot for carnal pleasure seekers to visit. You have to admit, I'm a damn fine looking piece of man. And tell me the idea of walking down any street in any city or village and watching someone like me screw right out in the open isn't something you'd pay good money to see. Most Awh'anise are fine with an audience and some even prefer it.”

 

Raoul knew he was starting to look at Zesiro with wide eyes. Sure, Pets paired in public but it was only in specific places at the direction of their masters. The very idea that Zesiro's people paired in the middle of the street was… arousing in a taboo kind of way.

 

“Now, you're lucky that I'm not close to my breeding cycle,” Zesiro said as he brushed the tip of his tail over Raoul's fingers.

 

“You think I'm focused on sex now? If I was in my breeding cycle, I wouldn't be having this nice, calm conversation with you right now. I would have probably already screwed you stupid the second I knew I had won our fight regardless of who was in the room with us.”

 

“We try not to leave our homeworld, or at the very least, have a very sturdy partner available when it hits. Basically, for two weeks, four times a year, an Awh'anise is a fuck machine. Gods, the money I could make if I rented myself out during that time would be phenomenal,” Zesiro said with a lust filled look in his eyes.

 

“It can't be that bad,” Raoul scoffed. Sex was good and fun but not a driving need like Zesiro was describing.

 

“We barely eat and only sleep when we fall down, exhausted. A major injury will put us down for a while but we are fast healers and push our bodies even harder to keep going beyond pain and injury to get that next piece of tail. Once we have selected our partner, we're a little better as long as no one tries to get between the Awh'anise in season and the object of their lust. People have been killed for doing that.”

 

Raoul didn't know what to say to that. He was fairly certain that Zesiro was telling him the truth and not making things up as an excuse for his over-active sex drive. Then again, if his people really did pair out in public just because they felt like it…

 

“Some Awh'anise die from exhaustion from mating fights. Some cause permanent injury to themselves both during the fights and the actual sex. It's really quite fascinating from a scientific point of view; or so I've been told,” Zesiro continued as his tail began to swish back and forth, brushing against Raoul's leg every so often.

 

Raoul felt goose bumps rise from the teasing brush of Zesiro's tail against his leg. Memories of having that tail stroke over his balls and cock in the dream world were making his cock harden further. Raoul shifted slightly in his chair but couldn't move away without subtly letting Zesiro know that having the tail brush over Raoul's leg was affecting him.

 

“That must make it difficult for your people to advance. All these horny Awh'anise running around screwing each other. Nothing would ever get done; as arousing as that mental image is,” said Raoul with a quiet laugh.

 

Zesiro chuckled, “I don't want to give you the idea that all we do is fuck during this cycle. It is what takes place most of the time and while the need to fuck is strong, we can choose or reject people as partners. We aren't total slaves to our libidos but it's damn close.”

 

“Sounds like your people would make very good Pets. If all Awh'anise look like you and have this strong a sex drive, I'd say it is something that could be of potential value to Amoi.”

 

Zesiro laughed and let his tail trail down to stroke the tip over Raoul's arm making the Blondie shiver at the contact.

 

“We'd make lousy Pets. We need to fight like we need to breathe. From what I have heard recently from the nurses and doctors here, Pets are bred for their submissive behaviour as well as for their beauty and sexual performance. My people have the beauty and sexual part down pat. Submissive Awh'anise get weeded out of the gene pool rather quickly.”

 

The talk of sex with the object of his obsession was making Zesiro want Raoul even more. The longer he spent alone with Raoul and didn't consummate the sex act, the harder it was becoming for him to keep his hands, and other body parts, to himself. If Raoul was Awh'anise, it wouldn't even be a problem. Zesiro would just say, Xa'madna, give Raoul a little flash of fang and Raoul would have dropped his pants, bent over and made soft noises of sexual submission as he wriggled his ass. The more Zesiro thought about it, the more it was starting to seem like a good idea to just jump Raoul.

 

“So, what keeps you from being a slave to your libido?” Raoul asked, dragging Zesiro's thoughts back to the conversation at hand.

 

“There are combinations of native plants that we can take that either reduce the urges of a breeding cycle or delay it but it isn't something we can completely control. Only full suspension of the breeding cycle truly reduces our libido. It lessens the sexual need to an almost background thing.”

 

“And what does that? I thought you just said you couldn't control this breeding cycle of yours,” Raoul asked curiously.

 

“Children. An Awh'anise won't enter into a breeding cycle until the children they have are able to survive by themselves. It's part of the reason I'm so sexually charged. I've never had my cycle interrupted with reproduction since I don't screw females.”

 

“Children? You're talking years of parenting! Good god, it's a wonder your people survive if your planet is such a dangerous place and you have to wait that long before you can have another child.”

 

“We have multiple births. That keeps the population numbers up. Broods average between four to six children at a time. I'm an identical twin with Zivon and I have two sisters from the same brood. Zivon is a Shal-hazal as well although he is a different class than me.”

 

Raoul was distracted by the mention of the Shal-hazal class and pounced on it, “What class are you? There wasn't much information on the classes in the database we have on your people.”

 

“If you know about the classes, I'd think it would be obvious what I am. I'm a warrior class. I'm the violent, brutal, deadly fighter that moves through your dreams and kills the mind and eventually, the body of the sleeper,” Zesiro said in a voice that lost all warmth.

 

Raoul was surprised by the sudden change in the Shal-hazal. It was a side that he never would have guessed belonged to him. In the blink of an eye, Zesiro changed from a playful tease trying to get into his pants to a cold eyed warrior that would just as soon kill you as look at you. There was more to Zesiro than Raoul had first assumed. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

 

“Zivon, my twin, is a spirit class Shal-hazal. They screw with your head and can make you believe with absolute certainty anything they want. They even sometimes get messages from beyond. There are more warrior class than spirit class. It's a difficult thing to become a spirit class. The good ones can enter the dream world physically and travel from one place to another through dreams. The really good ones can bring other people with them when they dream travel. Zivon is one of the best out there,” Zesiro said as his eyes lost the coldness and the light of affection and pride shone in them.

 

“Really?” Raoul asked, intrigued with the idea.

 

“Really. Little bro always has to do the hardest shit. I think it's to make up for being the second born. The two of us together are a deadly combination,” Zesiro said with pride in his voice.

 

“So, you have to wait until the children are grown before you enter into a breeding cycle again?” Raoul said as he picked up the thread of the previous conversation at the mention of Zesiro's brother. The thought of another man exactly like Zesiro was a scary and arousing prospect. Zesiro kept feeding him interesting tidbits of information and Raoul wanted to chase them all down.

 

“I never said anything about being grown up. All they need to do is to be able to survive on their own. Usually about six or seven years old. They're not actually left alone at that age, but that's when the breeding cycle starts again for both the male and female parents of the children. At that point, the parents are also free to choose another partner if they want.”

 

Raoul digested this information. This was far more than he thought he was going to learn from Zesiro. Raoul just had one more question before Zesiro dragged him off down another tangent.

 

“What did that word you hissed at the agents mean? Xa'madna?” Raoul asked as he carefully repeated the word.

 

Zesiro smiled and brushed the back of Raoul's hand again with the tip of his tail. He was inordinately pleased that Raoul had bothered to remember the word. Raoul probably wouldn't be very happy to hear what it meant but he'd just have to deal with it.

 

“Not bad. Your accent is a little off and you're supposed to flash a little fang when you say it, but any Awh'anise would know what you were saying. Xa'madna is a possessive form of `mine' with mating fight connections. I guess if you were to translate it literally it would be something like `the one who is mine through right of a mating fight'.”

 

“So I could say the same thing about you then?”

 

“No. I was the one who won the fight so I get to claim you. You would say `Ony madna' in response to my saying `xa'madna' to you.”

 

“Ony madna,” Raoul repeated carefully, rolling the unfamiliar words around his mouth. “And what is the translation for that?”

 

Zesiro felt a surge of lust at hearing Raoul say what was basically an acknowledgement that he was submitting to Zesiro. It didn't matter that Raoul was only testing the phrase out. He had acknowledged that Zesiro had won the right to dominate him sexually for their next sexual encounter. The Shal-hazal was not going to be able to hold himself in check any longer. Zesiro was actually surprised that he managed to keep from pouncing on Raoul the second he walked through the door.

 

“It translates as something like `I am theirs through right of a mating fight.' It is acknowledging your submission to me,” Zesiro said as he slipped from the bed and leaned over Raoul in the chair.

 

Raoul looked up into Zesiro's face and saw the desire burning brightly in his dark blue eyes. Raoul opened his mouth to protest that he hadn't submitted to Zesiro and had the Awh'anise press his lips firmly to Raoul's and speared his tongue into him. Raoul gripped Zesiro's shoulders and attempted to push him away. He only succeeded in breaking the kiss.

 

“You acknowledged me. You spoke the words. I'm going to have you again, my little fuck toy. Right now. I can smell your arousal. You've been driving me crazy with need since you walked into the room. You want to fuck almost as much as I do.”

 

Raoul narrowed his eyes at Zesiro. He didn't like being called a fuck toy and he didn't like the fact that Zesiro could smell his arousal. There was no point in denying he wanted the Awh'anise. He wanted to fuck Zesiro with an intensity that was usually reserved for his fantasies about Iason. At that moment, taking Iason's ass was a distant thought. Raoul wanted to feel Zesiro under him. His cock hardened at the thought of sinking into the Shal-hazal's heat.

 

Raoul wasn't ready for Zesiro to suddenly grab him by the front of his shirt and yank him from the chair. Zesiro spun Raoul around and shoved him face down on the bed, holding him there with his body weight. Raoul struggled and cursed and almost worked himself free from Zesiro. Raoul was using all of his considerable strength to try and escape the hold Zesiro had on him to no avail. He could feel Zesiro's cock pressing and rubbing against his ass through the material of their clothes. Raoul's struggling was arousing both of them further and the Blondie ground his teeth together to hold the little moan of desire back.

 

“We can do this the hard, fun way or the easy, fun way. Your choice, my lovely but I will be taking your ass shortly,” Zesiro said into Raoul's ear as he ground his erection against the Blondie.

 

Raoul relaxed under Zesiro thinking to lull the man into loosening his hold. He felt more than heard Zesiro start a rumbling purr that sent heat straight to Raoul's groin. It made Raoul push back against Zesiro with his own quiet moan of desire before he could stop himself. Zesiro pushed Raoul's hair away from his neck and began to place nipping kisses on the sensitive skin.

 

“I'm not letting you go. I am a warrior and I don't let my guard down that easy, Raoul. Choose, lover, or I'll do it for you. Hard or easy? I don't care which but I will be having you in the next few minutes.”

 

“Easy… if you can,” challenged Raoul with a smirk. He didn't think Zesiro would be able to hold himself in check.

 

The weight that was pinning him down was suddenly lifted from his back. Raoul pushed himself up and turned to face Zesiro. He was surprised to find that Zesiro was shedding the clothes he had just put on. Raoul watched as the Shal-hazal stripped and looked his fill when Zesiro was nude.

 

Zesiro didn't have any body hair like Raoul had expected given that the Shal-hazal's tail had velvety soft fur on it and the thick bush at the tip. He did have a thatch of blood red hair around his cock that made Raoul pause. It wasn't often he saw a male that retained pubic hair. The Pets bred for pleasure were always hairless to better showcase their sex organs.

 

“I can do easy a whole lot better if you're naked, too. If not, then it'll be hard and I'll probably tear your clothes. I'm pretty eager to have your ass in the real world, so unless you want me to strip you using my claws, I'd say you'd better get your sweet butt moving,” Zesiro warned as his tail began to lash back and forth and he licked his lips.

 

Raoul started to feel a little more in control and smirked at Zesiro's obvious want. The Blondie slowly peeled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and drew them down a fraction of an inch at a time. He watched Zesiro as he did it and felt a flare of satisfaction as the lust burned brighter in the Shal-hazal's eyes.

 

Raoul kicked free of his pants. Zesiro let his gaze wander over Raoul in appreciation. The Blondie was almost identical to how he had presented himself in the dream world. That surprised him. The man's physique was just as beautifully sculpted and the hard cock basically the same size as it was in the dream world. That last bit of information was a bit of a revelation. Most males exaggerated their size in the dream world. Raoul had no need to. He was impressively hung and Zesiro felt heat coil in his belly at the thought of stretching his lips around the thick cock and sucking Raoul dry. Or getting down on all fours and letting Raoul mount him. Zesiro growled as more lust shot through his system at that thought.

 

Zesiro just couldn't resist the temptation of Raoul's cock and sank to his knees in front of the Blondie. He began licking the insides of Raoul's thighs and over the sharp jut of his hip bones. Talons were dragged lightly up the backs of Raoul's thighs making the Blondie suck his breath in and shiver at the sensation. Zesiro avoided actually touching the hard cock just in front of his face until Raoul started to squirm from the licks and teasing nips to the flesh around his erection.

 

“Something wrong, Raoul? You said easy. Changing your mind, babe?” Zesiro asked as he nipped Raoul's hip hard enough to draw a small bead of blood before he licked it away with a rumble of approval.

 

Raoul tangled his hands in the fiery mass of Zesiro's hair and pulled the Shal-hazal's head to his cock. He saw Zesiro smirk at him but Raoul didn't care. Having the Awh'anise kneeling at his feet made the desire snaking through him surge. This was the way it was supposed to be. Raoul in control. The Blondie gave Zesiro a superior smile.

 

“Suck.”

 

“Patience, lover,” Zesiro murmured between long, slow licks to the cock pressed against his lips.

 

Raoul tightened his grip in Zesiro's hair and grasped his erection with the other hand. He pushed his cock against Zesiro's lips until the Shal-hazal opened his mouth and took him inside. A groan of pleasure left Raoul's lips at the wet heat and he shuddered at the feel of sharp teeth scraping along his length. When Zesiro purred happily, Raoul bit his lip at the vibrations of pleasure that travelled down his cock.

 

Zesiro inhaled the musky aroma of Raoul's lust and growled deep in his throat. His Blondie lover tasted sharp and clean on his tongue and his mouth was stretched pleasantly around the thick cock. It really was a shame that he wasn't going to have Raoul's cock in his ass this time. Zesiro was thinking that he may just have to throw a fight so he could experience Raoul filling him. He couldn't let Raoul take the dominant role this time. It was his right as winner of the mating fight to have Raoul's ass and Zesiro was eager to see how the dream compared to the reality.

 

That wasn't to say he couldn't suck Raoul to the point of orgasm before sinking into his heat. Zesiro was willing to let the Blondie think he held the position of power until it was snatched from him. A flash of dominance burst in Zesiro's belly at the idea and he smiled around Raoul's cock as he began to suck as his lover had demanded. He held Raoul's eyes as he did it and watched the need build. When he felt the tension in Raoul wind higher and his breathing became erratic, Zesiro abruptly released Raoul's cock from his mouth and stood.

 

Zesiro shoved the startled Blondie back against the bed and kissed him hard on the lips before pulling back with a smile that was pure predator.

 

“Gotta find something to use as lube, my little fuck toy. I don't want to hurt you… this time. We can play that game another time if you want.”

 

Raoul was surprised by the sudden shift in position that had him on his back on the bed. He was also annoyed at the `fuck toy' nickname. He had been so close to peaking when Zesiro had suddenly stopped the wonderful feel of his mouth sucking his cock. The Blondie had forgotten just how fast and strong Zesiro was. The grip Raoul had in Zesiro's hair hadn't lessened but the Shal-hazal wasn't showing any sign of pain. He was, in fact, looking more aroused by the rough grip Raoul had in his hair. Zesiro was pressing him down to the bed with his body weight and Raoul knew from the experience of the previous fight that Zesiro was an even match for his strength. A little growl of frustration worked its way out of Raoul's throat at the sudden reversal of dominance.

 

“You can top me when you beat me in a fight, my lovely. I'll look forward to that. But, this time is my turn at your pretty ass. Can I trust you to stay put while I get something to use as lube?” Zesiro asked as he nibbled and licked at the skin of Raoul's throat making the Blondie shiver and a soft moan break from his lips.

 

Raoul wanted to protest Zesiro's claim of dominance but he was also enjoying the desire the Awh'anise sent coursing through his system. The Shal-hazal was an excellent cock-sucker and knew to stop just when Raoul was ready to start thrusting before finding his release. Zesiro said that if Raoul beat him in a fight, he'd get to top the Shal-hazal and that he was looking forward to it. Plans started to zip through Raoul's brain to make that a reality as he nodded that he would stay on the bed. Raoul laid back with a smile. His chance would come to have Zesiro's ass, he just needed to be patient and have a plan. Raoul was very good at planning.

 

Zesiro gave Raoul a hard look, not trusting the self-satisfied smile on Raoul's face and glanced around the room. He moved off the Blondie only when he spied a bottle of lotion on a shelf. Moving with a speed that seemed impossible, Zesiro was gone and back before Raoul had much of a chance to move even if he'd wanted to.

 

“Still interested in easy, Raoul? `Cause I'm not,” Zesiro stated as he tipped the bottle to pour out a generous amount.

 

Raoul's laugh at the Awh'anise was cut off when Zesiro pushed two fingers into him without warning. The Blondie tensed instinctively and hissed at the sting before forcing his body to relax. Zesiro nuzzled into his neck as he started a cursory stretching of the Blondie under him.

 

“Sorry, babe, but I've been thinking about doing this for three days and I'm finished with waiting.”

 

Raoul's heart sped up at the admission from the Shal-hazal. The Blondie found it incredibly erotic to have Zesiro so obviously aroused that he was rushing just to be able to feel Raoul's ass around his cock. The Blondie watched as Zesiro quickly spread lotion on his cock with his other hand before removing his fingers from the Blondie's body. Raoul arched his back and hissed at the pain of Zesiro entering him. He grabbed the Shal-hazal's arms and tried to slow the rough thrust. Zesiro felt his excitement climb as Raoul tried to ease his penetration. He'd never had to wait three days to claim a partner before and Zesiro was starting to understand that he was far from in control of himself. He wanted to possess and dominate his partner and there was a danger that if Raoul started to struggle under him, he'd lose what little control he had and it would become another mating fight. That would be bad for Raoul as the damage Zesiro was likely to inflict this time would probably be more extensive than from their first fight.

 

Zesiro growled low in his throat and gripped Raoul's chin with strong fingers as he forced his way into the Blondie. He nipped sharply at his lover's lips and licked at his throat. He strained to remain unmoving inside Raoul and drew in deep breaths to try and calm the lust flooding his system. Every breath he took filled his nose with the musky scent of arousal and when Raoul gave a pleased moan under him and finally relaxed, Zesiro closed his eyes and admitted defeat. He wasn't going to take his lover gently because he couldn't help himself. Zesiro was glad that he knew Raoul liked the rough stuff, as the experience in the dream world had shown him. It would have been a very bad thing and against every instinct he possessed as an Awh'anise, to take a lover in a way that didn't give his partner as much pleasure as he was getting.

 

Raoul couldn't believe how arousing he was found it to have Zesiro dominate him. The cock in his ass felt very good. The rough grip of talon tipped fingers on his jaw added an element of danger and the nipping of Zesiro's teeth against the sensitive skin of his neck made shivers travel through Raoul's body. Zesiro let go of his chin and braced himself above Raoul. Raoul felt Zesiro slide out of his body until only the head was inside him.

 

“Xa'madna,” Zesiro growled at Raoul before slamming back into his lover.

 

Raoul's eyes widened and his back arched as pleasure flooded his body. Zesiro repeated the slow slide from Raoul's body again. He growled the word once more and waited for a few seconds before roughly thrusting into Raoul. Zesiro pulled back again and gripped Raoul's jaw so tightly, the Blondie was sure he'd have bruises in the shape of fingers. He stared into the Blondies eyes with an intensity that was more arousing than Raoul thought a simple look could be.

 

“Xa'madna,” Zesiro said in a low, urgent, lust-filled voice as he seemingly waited for a response from Raoul.

 

Something clicked and Raoul found himself speaking without meaning to, “Ony madna.”

 

Raoul watched in fascination as the lust in the Shal-hazal's eyes flared brighter. A purr of satisfaction rumbled through the Awh'anise as he began a hard rhythm of strokes that soon had Raoul gasping for breath as his sweet spot was stimulated over and over. The Shal-hazal rubbed his cheek against Raoul as he drove into the Blondie. Raoul felt Zesiro's tail curl around his waist to hold him to his lover and groaned as the end of it wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him in time to Zesiro's almost violent thrusts.

 

Raoul dug his fingers into Zesiro's arms and groaned as the rough thrusts combined with the velvety feel of the tail jerking him off pushed him over the edge in record time. His body tensed and arched as release rushed through him. Zesiro moaned an eerie, wavering sound before thrusting hard into Raoul and letting his own orgasm find him. Raoul heard fabric tearing as the Shal-hazal shuddered over him. Raoul closed his eyes and panted as his body relaxed. He murmured contentedly when Zesiro nuzzled into his neck and licked at the sweat on his skin.

 

“I'm really going to enjoy taking my time with you. You are an amazing fuck,” Zesiro whispered into Raoul's ear.

 

Raoul was too sated to protest. Besides, he knew he was a good fuck. None of his partners ever complained before. If Zesiro liked taking his ass, he was going to love it when Raoul slid into the Shal-hazal. That thought brought a smirk to Raoul's face. He was going to have Zesiro's ass. Raoul was gifted intellectually and now that he knew all he had to do was beat Zesiro in a fight on order to have the Shal-hazal under him, he just needed to figure out when the best time to attack was.

 

Zesiro moved off Raoul reluctantly. He frowned at the claw marks in the bed. He hadn't meant to do that but the feel of Raoul's body clenching his cock combined with the smell of his lover aroused by him and the long period of waiting to claim Raoul made him lose control. A smirk graced his face at the thought of what the orderlies would think when they saw the deep claw marks. Zesiro was just glad that he'd had enough sense to keep from touching Raoul at that point with his hands. Another Awh'anise would have been aroused by the wounding and would've recovered fairly quickly but Zesiro doubted Raoul would have found the same thing exciting or healed as quickly as an Awh'anise.

 

Zesiro leaned over his lover and licked up the seed on Raoul's belly, purring in satisfaction the entire time. When he had cleaned Raoul, Zesiro moved to kiss him. Raoul was surprised by the gentleness of the kiss after the rough sex.

 

“You think they'll make me pay to replace the mattress when it was your fault that I was so worked up in the first place?”

 

Raoul sat up and looked at the deep claw marks and raised an eyebrow at Zesiro. The Shal-hazal smirked and shrugged.

 

“You excited me to the point where I lost control. Just be glad I remembered to keep my claws to myself. That could have been your back, demsho. Another Awh'anise would have been aroused by it and probably returned the favour. I wasn't kidding about the level of violence when we have sex.”

 

Raoul shot a startled look at Zesiro. He was surprised when he found the idea of such a rough encounter arousing. Raoul shook his head at himself. Just a few encounters with the Shal-hazal and he was discovering way more about his sexual kinks than he could have dreamed possible.

 

“What's a demsho?” Raoul asked as he moved from the bed to dress.

 

“Lover. Hey, can we get something to eat before going to your place? The food here sucks ass and not in that fun kinky way I can appreciate.”

 

Raoul laughed. Zesiro was arrogant and pushy and had no respect for Raoul as a Blondie. He was a born shit disturber and seemed to know just what kink buttons of Raoul's to push. Having Zesiro around was going to be very interesting. Raoul could hardly wait to see what the Shal-hazal did at the up coming party. He had the feeling that it would be something that nobody would forget.