Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Cadre ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

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 Jewel, Tam and Mac for their assistance in this little slightly AU endeavour. Hugs and kisses to the nit-pick chick, the grammar nazi and POV babe.

 

 

The Lost Cadre 8

 

Zesiro watched his Blondie lover drive, and felt a grin tug the corners of his mouth. He was going to rock Raoul's world. Zesiro couldn't stop the giggle that escaped. Raoul thought he knew about the breeding cycle every Awh'anise entered but he had no clue what was in store for him. Zesiro had planned to introduce Raoul to some of the more interesting points of Awh'anise physiology at a later date, but now was really as good a time as any.

 

Raoul glanced over at his lover and wondered what the man found so amusing. Ever since Zesiro had pounced on Mingan's Pet, the Shal-hazal had been acting strangely. The Blondie wondered if it had something to do with this cycle Zesiro said that would begin for him soon. Somehow, Raoul got the feeling that Zesiro was amused over him but for the life of him, Raoul couldn't figure out what he'd done to make the Shal-hazal giggle. Giggle for Jupiter's sake!

 

Upon exiting the car, Zesiro wrapped his tail over Raoul's arm. The painful pleasure of the tingles that signalled the beginning of a breeding cycle quieted a little at the contact. The simple touch wouldn't stop the tingles or help for long, but he was willing to take whatever he could get in the way of relief. Zesiro was a little disappointed that the first time wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. It never did. He thought he should do something about that. As they entered the elevator, Zesiro barely waited until the doors closed before he shoved Raoul hard against the wall and ground his hips into his lover. He ignored Raoul's startled grunt, and pulled the Blondie's hand to his hard cock that strained against the fine fabric of his pants.

 

“I want to last more than two or three thrusts into your sweet ass. Jerk me on the way up, my little fuck toy, and I'll do the same to you,” Zesiro said in a low voice as he stared into Raoul's crystal blue eyes.

 

Raoul was torn between wanting to shove Zesiro away for calling him a fuck toy, and wanting to grind his hips into the hand that slithered down his body and was now stroking him to hardness. He wasn't surprised by the aggressive nature of Zesiro. Raoul was in fact turned on by the dominating attitude. Their little dominance games aroused the Blondie more than he would've ever guessed. Raoul bit his lip as Zesiro slid his hand along the material of Raoul pants as he stroked up and down the erection the Blondie sported before giving it a not so gentle squeeze.

 

“We don't have time to get off,” Raoul protested as he pushed his hips up into Zesiro's hand.

 

Zesiro half turned and slapped the emergency stop button. The elevator shuddered to a halt as an alarm bell started to sound. A voice came over the speaker asking if there was a problem. Zesiro replied that he wanted a little wanking action in an elevator, and that he'd start the elevator back up when he was done. The voice from the speaker gasped and clicked off. The alarm bell stopped ringing as Zesiro focused his entire attention on Raoul.

 

“I'm serious, demsho. The first time in a cycle never lasts long. A couple of strokes and I'll be done. Granted, my cock will stay hard and I'll have you again in a matter of minutes, but I want to really enjoy you before I let you have my ass.”

 

Raoul stared at Zesiro in surprise. The idea of taking his Awh'anise lover had never been far from his mind. To hear Zesiro say he was going to let Raoul have his ass…. Raoul was excited at the prospect. He was also annoyed that Zesiro thought the Blondie couldn't beat him in a fight.

 

“What makes you think I couldn't beat you in a fight to win your ass?” Raoul asked as he shivered from the feel of Zesiro stroking him.

 

“Even if it's a temporary cycle, it's still a cycle. We get very violent and aggressive, Raoul. It'd be more than just playing around like we did before. I'd seriously hurt you in a cycle induced mating fight. I need to fuck you, not wait for you to recover from whatever injuries I cause,” Zesiro said in a husky voice as he rocked his hips against Raoul's hand.

 

Raoul groaned in pleasure as Zesiro leaned in and started to place hard, nipping kisses on his throat. He was startled to find out that Zesiro saw their first physical fight as simply `playing around'. They had both gotten broken bones. Raoul wondered just how violent a fight between Awh'anise got during a mating cycle. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to find out.

 

Zesiro ground his hips into Raoul's hand again and licked the underside of Raoul's jaw making the Blondie shiver. Raoul started to squeeze and stroke Zesiro's erection through the barrier of his clothes. The purr of delight from Zesiro sent shivers down Raoul's spine. The Blondie enjoyed hearing the noises of arousal his Awh'anise lover made, and found that those passion filled sounds increased his own desire. Raoul hissed at the sudden, sharp prick of the Awh'anise's talons on his cock through the fabric of his pants before a moan left his throat at the pain. Raoul fisted his free hand in Zesiro's hair and jerked his lover's head back, wanting to see Zesiro's eyes and how much the Awh'anise was turned on. Arousal burned in the Shal-hazal's eyes, and Raoul felt a thrill knowing that he was the focus of that lust.

 

Zesiro flashed fang at Raoul for grabbing him by the hair. He wasn't ready to give up his dominance yet. The painful grip in his hair was also driving his need higher. Zesiro was trying very hard not to lose the control he had, but Raoul wasn't helping. He just didn't understand the violence that could erupt during a cycle. Growling low in his throat, Zesiro's free hand shot up to wrap around Raoul's throat, squeezing hard. The sudden move surprised the Blondie who snapped his head back to thud forcefully against the wall. Zesiro's talons pierced the soft skin under Raoul's jaw and the Shal-hazal smelled blood. Zesiro graced Raoul with a wicked smile as he squeezed Raoul's cock hard. The smile turned into a dangerous, predatory grin showing more teeth than necessary when he heard Raoul's indrawn breath in reaction to the sharp pain. Zesiro relaxed his grip, but didn't release his lover.

 

“Xa' madna,” Zesiro whispered against Raoul's lips.

 

Raoul glared at Zesiro and refused to give his lover the answer he wanted. He wasn't intimidated by the grip Zesiro had on his throat. He was, in fact, aroused by the whisper of violence from it. He jerked his hips and groaned as the hand on his cock gentled while the one around his throat tightened. Panic warred with desire as the air Raoul could draw in was severely limited. Zesiro's fingers were digging into his throat with alarming strength, yet Raoul was feeling more aroused by the lack of control and violence than he thought was possible.

 

Raoul could feel his breath rasping in his chest as he tried to breathe. His pulse beat loudly in his ears, and he could see the barely controlled violence in the midnight blue of Zesiro's eyes. Zesiro was stroking Raoul's cock through his pants which was making him wish he could feel that calloused palm on his skin. Zesiro breathed hard through his mouth and almost seemed to be tasting the air between them as he rocked his hips in time with his strokes to Raoul's cock.

 

Raoul's vision was starting to grey a little at the edges from lack of air. He almost couldn't believe that he was feeling so aroused by what Zesiro was doing. He should've been fighting the Shal-hazal; instead, he rocked his hips into Zesiro's hand as strangled noises of desire worked their way from his constricted throat. His own hand was firmly pressed against Zesiro's cock, squeezing it hard.

 

“Xa' madna,” Zesiro repeated as he licked Raoul's lips.

 

Zesiro was riding the lust rushing through his system. He wanted Raoul, and the Blondie's little hint of violence by grabbing him by the hair was pushing all his buttons. Zesiro was struggling to control his need, but unintentionally grabbing Raoul by the throat and pinning him to the wall was such a blatantly dominant mating move that the Awh'anise wasn't entirely sure he'd be able to keep from hurting him. Every muffled noise and twitch of Raoul's clearly aroused, powerful body was shoving Zesiro closer to the edge.

 

Raoul's breath was stuttering in his chest. The greying of his vision was turning to black. Raoul knew he was getting close to passing out. He was also, incredibly, very close to orgasm. He tightened the hand he still had in Zesiro's hair and pulled. Zesiro hissed at him before biting Raoul's lip hard enough to draw blood. Raoul felt the fingers around his throat tighten further until just the slightest bit of air was making its way to his lungs. Zesiro licked up the drops of blood from Raoul's lip and began to pant.

 

“Xa' madna,” Zesiro snarled as he stroked Raoul's cock faster and rocked his hips into Raoul's hand.

 

The scent of arousal and blood was thick in Zesiro's nose. Raoul was close to peaking and that knowledge was pushing Zesiro towards his own orgasm. Zesiro need to claim dominance, and Raoul's refusal to submit to him was both a huge turn on as well as a point of frustration for the Shal-hazal. Raoul couldn't possibly know, that by making Zesiro work for his dominance, the Shal-hazal was becoming dangerously aroused. Zesiro's control was already hanging by a thread.

 

Zesiro needed Raoul to submit to him. If he didn't hear the words, Zesiro wasn't sure he'd be able to keep from really hurting Raoul by turning what they were doing into an actual dominance-cycle fight. During a mating cycle, someone had to dominate and someone had to submit. Submitting wouldn't mean that Raoul would have to bottom the whole time, but Zesiro was in no frame of mind to explain that to his Blondie lover. Zesiro had a driving urge to claim Raoul as his for this temporary cycle, and couldn't stop himself from escalating the level of violence until he got Raoul's submission.

 

Black dots swirled in front of Raoul's eyes. His balls drew up tight, and his body stiffened as his orgasm rolled through him. He groaned, and his eyes closed as pleasure whipped through him. As soon as the first pulse of release started, the pressure of Zesiro's fingers around his neck vanished and Raoul drew in a huge gulp of air. The rush of denied oxygen made him light headed and his fingers and toes tingled. His hand fell limply from Zesiro's hair. Only Zesiro's hand over his own kept it over Zesiro's cock.

 

“Xa' madna,” Zesiro demanded again as he ground his cock into Raoul's hand.

 

“Ony madna,” Raoul whispered as his head spun pleasantly and his balls tingled from the powerful release.

 

Zesiro purred against Raoul's lips, giving him a kiss that was all tongue and teeth. Raoul was his now for the duration of his cycle and the victory went straight to his groin. He rocked his hips into Raoul's hand once more and moaned as his own climax took him. Zesiro broke the kiss and nuzzled Raoul as he tried to draw in calming breaths. The scent of blood, arousal and release was thick in the small elevator. He closed his eyes as he rubbed his cheek back and forth over his lover's while a contented purr continued to rumble from his chest. He licked at the tiny trails of blood on Raoul's throat, which made his Blondie lover shiver.

 

Zesiro slowly stepped back from Raoul and smiled at the dishevelled Blondie. Red marks in the shape of fingers on Raoul's neck would turn to bruises later. The small punctures from Zesiro's talons were barely noticeable. Raoul's bottom lip was a little swollen from where Zesiro had bitten him. His clothes were rumpled and there was a suspicious looking stain on the front of Raoul's pants. His blue eyes were slightly unfocused, and there was a relaxed air about him that only a hard release could give. In all, Raoul looked like he'd been thoroughly molested. Zesiro smirked, pleased with himself and pressed the emergency stop button again before moving close to his lover.

 

“That was good for a warm up. I can't wait for the main event.”

 

Raoul raised an eyebrow at that until Zesiro took his hand and placed it over his still hard cock.

 

“The first orgasm is just the body saying `okay, let's get this party started'. Now, we can get down to some serious screwing.”

 

Raoul shook his head and laughed. Zesiro had dragged the submissive phrase from him but the Blondie wasn't upset over it. He had made Zesiro work for it. Raoul's experiences to date as Zesiro's bottom were very enjoyable so he had no complaints there. Zesiro did say he was going to give Raoul his ass later so one submissive phrase didn't set the tone for the whole night. Zesiro had also given Raoul a sexual experience he'd never tried before. Raoul had heard of breath play, but he'd never trusted anyone enough to try it. The thought never even occurred to Raoul to protest what Zesiro was doing. There was something about being with the Awh'anise that short-circuited all the good sense nodes in his brain. On some level, Raoul knew that if he'd protested, Zesiro would've immediately stopped.

 

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding and both Raoul and Zesiro stepped out. Raoul's Furniture stood near the doors and couldn't hide the surprised expression on his face at seeing his usually impeccable Master looking so dishevelled. Only his deeply ingrained training prevented him from staring or saying anything. He was curious about the strange man accompanying his Master, but again, remained silent, knowing it wasn't his place to do or say anything unless directly commanded.

 

“You're free for the evening, Hakhan,” Raoul said dismissively as he walked past his wide-eyed Furniture.

 

“I dunno, Raoul. I haven't had a three-way in a while. Could be fun. There's plenty of me to go around with my cycle gearing up,” Zesiro said as he looked over the handsome young man standing in the entrance way.

 

“Hakhan is my Furniture, Zesiro,” Raoul stated with a frown.

 

Zesiro looked at the young man and felt a surge of pity. Raoul had explained what Furniture was, and the Awh'anise couldn't think of a crueller thing to do to another male. Zesiro didn't approve of what was regularly done to males on Amoi to serve their Blondie masters, but it wasn't any of his business to interfere with how society ran on Amoi. Zesiro tilted his head and gave Hakhan a thorough once over.

 

Hakhan appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties and was almost as tall as Zesiro's six foot one height. His caramel coloured hair was shoulder length with gentle waves that almost begged a person to play with it. His skin was pale with a touch of colour brought into his cheeks from Zesiro's three-way comment. Hakhan's eyes were hazel green and tilted up at the corners giving him an exotic look. Because of the flowing robe he was wearing, nothing of Hakhan's build could be seen, but Zesiro thought that Hakhan's body was likely as nicely put together as his face. He thought it was a damn shame that a male as handsome as Hakhan had been ruined.

 

Raoul headed down a hallway, ignoring Hakhan after giving him the night off. Zesiro stood where he was and admired the way Raoul's ass moved as he walked. Zesiro slanted a glance at Hakhan and was surprised to see Hakhan looking down at the floor with his hands clasped tightly together in front of him. Zesiro stepped closer to Hakhan and tipped his chin up. The flinch was subtle, but Zesiro caught it and frowned. Zesiro was about to ask Hakhan what was wrong when Raoul called to the Awh'anise from the end of the hall. Raoul opened a set of double doors and waited. The Shal-hazal released Hakhan and filed the strange reaction away for later examination. He walked down the hall to join Raoul and stepped through the doors. Zesiro moved into the center of the large room and gave a low whistle.

 

The bedroom was decorated in harem bondage. Dark, intense colours of black, red, purple and blue dominated the room. One entire wall was taken up with every type of punishment and bondage gear that a person could dream of. Another corner of the room was scattered with benches, tables, chairs and a multitude of restraining equipment. The bed that dominated the room was a decadent dream of velvet covers, satin sheets and silk curtains. There was a fireplace in another corner with a sinfully thick fur rug in front of it. One wall was made entirely of frosted glass depicting various sex acts.

 

Zesiro loved the room.

 

“This is fan-freakin-tastic, Raoul. You are one kinky bastard.”

 

Raoul smirked and started to strip off his soiled clothes. He'd worked hard to get his bedroom exactly the way he liked it. For some reason, it pleased him that Zesiro liked it as well. He watched as Zesiro shed his clothes, enjoying the play of muscles under the dusky skin. Ideas of just what he'd do to that skin when he had Zesiro under him gave him little shivers of anticipation. Zesiro climbed onto the big bed and motioned Raoul over.

 

“As much as I'd like to play with some of your toys, demsho, it's something we can do later. I've got a bit of a surprise or two in store for you that I know you'll like. Toys would be overkill.”

 

Raoul felt his curiosity piqued. Zesiro was one of the better lovers he'd had. Raoul learned things from Zesiro about his desires and needs that he never expected. If he'd been asked before Zesiro dropped into his life if he liked being dominated, he'd have answered with a loud no. Now, Raoul found he liked Zesiro's aggressive, almost violent dominance. He wasn't turning into a total bottom but Raoul was enjoying the experience a hell of a lot with his Awh'anise lover.

 

Zesiro tugged Raoul down onto the soft bed with him. He closed his eyes at the full skin on skin contact and chuffed softly. The cycle induced tingles that were starting to become painful quieted again as Zesiro rubbed his body against Raoul's. He had a little time to appreciate Raoul before the need to simply fuck became too great. Zesiro dipped his head and kissed him while he let his hands fan through the white gold of Raoul's hair.

 

Zesiro pushed him gently onto his back and started to trail kisses over Raoul's jaw and down his throat. Zesiro licked the red finger marks he'd left on his lover and felt a surge of possessiveness. Raoul had spoken the words and was completely his until this temporary cycle was over. He continued with the tongue bath, moving further down his lover's chest until he got to the dark pink nipple that had been his goal.

 

Zesiro laved Raoul's nipple until he had a hard little nub. He took it gently between his teeth and flicked the captured flesh with the tip of his tongue. Raoul moaned and tangled his hands in the soft, flame coloured hair of his lover. Zesiro let his eyes slide closed and, he felt a purr start in his chest from the sensual touch. He released Raoul's nipple and trailed his lips down the hard abdomen of his Blondie.

 

“Where do you keep the lube, demsho?” Zesiro asked softly as he stroked the insides of Raoul's thighs.

 

“Top drawer,” Raoul answered as he was forced to let go of Zesiro's hair.

 

Zesiro was back quickly, the fat tube in his hands. Zesiro stopped for a moment to admire the picture spread out for him. Raoul's pale skin and hair almost glowed against the black velvet cover. His legs were splayed and his cock was erect. He looked like he was just waiting to be fucked. Zesiro felt a grin start. Raoul was waiting to be fucked.

 

Zesiro flipped the cap and squirted a generous amount of lube over his fingers. He moved between Raoul's legs and settled himself, bringing his fingers to his lover's hole as he lowered his mouth over the Blondie's cock. Zesiro hummed with pleasure at taking Raoul into his mouth. He enjoyed the feel and taste of the Blondie on his tongue. He stroked his fingers back and forth in the crack of his Blondie lover's ass, feeling arousal climb from the noises of pleasure that started to come from Raoul's throat.

 

Raoul threaded his fingers back through Zesiro's hair, and moaned at the wet heat of the Awh'anise's mouth on him. The light scrape of sharp teeth made Raoul jerk his hips up and little gasps of pleasure escape him. When Zesiro slipped a finger inside him, Raoul groaned. He pushed Zesiro's head down, forcing more of his cock into the man's mouth. Instead of Zesiro gagging and trying to pull back, the Shal-hazal opened his mouth wider and tried to take more in. Raoul groaned at the feel and tightened his fingers in Zesiro's hair. He gasped when Zesiro pushed a second finger in to join the first.

 

Zesiro could feel his need start to climb again. He wasn't going to have much more time to get Raoul ready. The need to fuck was building through his system. He started to scissor his fingers, opening Raoul. Raoul moaned a protest at the hurried, almost rough action but didn't ask him to stop. Zesiro pulled against Raoul's hold on his head and sat back on his heels. The scent of arousal was thick in Zesiro's nose, and the taste of his lover heavy on his tongue making his desire wrap tighter around him.

 

“I really can't wait any longer, my little fuck toy. You're just too damn sexy and I want you. Remember that surprise I told you about?” Zesiro asked as he waited for Raoul's answer.

 

Raoul nodded and tried not to embarrass himself by grinding his ass down on the fingers Zesiro still had buried inside. The Awh'anise stroking his insides and pressing on his prostate made pleasure shoot through his groin. Zesiro closed his eyes and Raoul saw a subtle tension he never realized the Awh'anise had drain away. When Zesiro looked back up at Raoul, the Blondie moaned at the raw need in the midnight blue eyes.

 

“I'm gonna pearl your ass, demsho,” Zesiro said as he coated his cock with lube.

 

Raoul frowned and wondered what Zesiro was talking about. He couldn't stop the groan as Zesiro pulled his fingers from his ass. Raoul licked his lips in anticipation as he felt the head of Zesiro's cock press to his slicked opening. A sigh of pleasure escaped Raoul as he felt the head of Zesiro's cock slip into his ass. The sigh turned into a startled gasp at the unexpected rub of the first of the pearls on Zesiro's cock slipping past his entrance.

 

“What the…” Raoul moaned in pleasure at the unusual sensation.

 

Zesiro grinned as he slowly pushed into Raoul. As each pearl that now ran down the length of his cock entered Raoul, the Blondie gasped and moaned. When Zesiro was fully seated, he ground his hips into his lover and brought his tail forward to curl around Raoul's cock. A deep sigh of relief and pleasure left Zesiro's throat at being sheathed inside. Zesiro leaned down and hovered his lips over his lover's.

 

“Feels good don't it? Know what? It gets better, my little fuck toy,” Zesiro whispered as he drew almost the entire way out before pushing back in slowly.

 

“I've never…. You…. How are you doing this?” Raoul groaned.

 

“I can't control the appearance of the pearls during a cycle. For the next few days, every time I fuck you, you'll feel this special pleasure,” Zesiro said in a rich, lust-filled voice.

 

The Blondie moaned at the feel of Zesiro's pearled cock sliding erotically in and out of his ass. Raoul pressed his head into the pillows and arched his back to force as much of Zesiro's dick into him as he could. Pleasure spread from his ass like liquid honey through his veins. Raoul groaned and wrapped his arms around Zesiro, pressing their bodies together and trapping his cock between their bellies.

 

The feel of the Awh'anise's pearled cock sliding in and out of his ass was an exquisite sensation, stimulating him in a way he'd never experienced before. The subtle feel of the pearls rubbing back and forth against the sensitive skin of his sphincter was making him squirm with pleasure. Raoul hooked his legs around Zesiro's waist and started to grind his hips up into Zesiro. The warm, velvety roughness of the Shal-hazal's tail wrapped around his cock added to the pleasurable sensations already running through him.

 

Zesiro felt the effects of the Sliaru start to flow through his system. The pearls on an Awh'anise cock released the Sliaru, a powerful neuro-stimulant, and the first time the Sliaru hit a person was always the hardest. Orgasms within minutes were common even among the Awh'anise. The euphoric high and heightened sensations combined with the aphrodisiacal properties were a potent combination. Zesiro was used to the intense rush of pleasure but it was still difficult for him to draw out the sex. He wanted to enjoy the tight feel of Raoul on his cock for as long as possible but the more he prolonged the sex, the more of the Sliaru entered both their systems. Raoul was already writhing under him, almost sobbing with the intense pleasure the Sliaru caused.

 

The Blondie's eyes were glassy and his pupils were twice their normal size. He was panting heavily and his skin was slick with sweat. Raoul's short nails dug into Zesiro's back and the Blondie bucked hard under Zesiro. His body stiffened and he gave a hoarse shout as release slammed into him.

 

Zesiro pumped into his lover hard and growled as his own orgasm flooded him. He had the satisfaction of watching Raoul's eyelashes flutter before the Blondie's eyes rolled back in his head from the pleasure, and his body went limp under Zesiro. The Shal-hazal felt a smile quirk his lips as he shivered in reaction from his release. He was going to tease the hell out of Raoul for passing out after his orgasm. Zesiro stroked his fingers over Raoul's face as he panted softly. He didn't have long to wait before Raoul's eyelashes fluttered again, and his Blondie lover gave a tired groan.

 

“I've never felt anything like that,” Raoul said in a thick, dazed voice.

 

“That's `cause I'm so damn good,” Zesiro said with a soft laugh as he kissed Raoul.

 

Zesiro eased himself from Raoul, and the Blondie groaned at the feel of the pearls leaving his sensitized ass. Zesiro uncurled his tail from around Raoul's softening cock. He drew a finger through the cooling seed on Raoul's belly and hummed in satisfaction when Raoul shuddered from the gentle touch.

 

“What the hell was that, Zesiro? Why haven't I felt those… pearls before? I feel like I could come again if you just keep touching me. What did you do?” Raoul asked in a breathless voice as he pressed against Zesiro.

 

“That, demsho, was an Awh'anise in cycle. We have three rows of `pearls' down the length of our cocks. We can control when the pearls appear unless we're in cycle. Then, we have no control and we can't stop the pearls from appearing. When we have sex, the pearls release the Sliaru, a pleasure inducing chemical. I can make the pearls appear whenever I want, not just during a cycle, so if you ask real nice, my little fuck toy, I can pearl your ass on a regular basis too.”

 

“Gods that was intense,” Raoul groaned as he pushed hair off his sweaty forehead.

 

“Mmmm. I'll be good for a couple of hours before I need to fuck again.”

 

Raoul stretched and groaned. His body felt warm and sensitive to the lightest touch. He felt like he was hyper-aware of all his erogenous zones. When Zesiro leaned in to kiss him, Raoul couldn't stop himself from arching into his lover. He grabbed fistfuls of the Shal-hazal's fiery red hair and aggressively kissed him back. Raoul rolled them both over until Zesiro was under him. He was surprised to find that his cock was becoming hard again considering the strength of his recent release.

 

“What if I want to fuck you now?” Raoul asked as he ground his hips into Zesiro.

 

“Now's even better than later. It'll help to work the rest of the Sliaru out of your system,” Zesiro said as he flicked Raoul's erect nipples with the tip of his tail.

 

Raoul gave a quiet gasp at the teasing touch before he smirked at Zesiro and turned to paw through the rumpled covers for the lube. He came up with the tube and coated his fingers. While Raoul looked for the lube, Zesiro rolled to his hands and knees. Raoul raised an eyebrow and rested a hand on Zesiro's ass.

 

“Did I say you could move?” Raoul asked sternly as he laid a hard swat on Zesiro's ass.

 

Zesiro shuddered. “No. And we can play that kinky kind of game another time, demsho. These first few times are all about the fucking for me. I'm sorry but I don't have the patience to play right now. This position will be good for both of us. I'll even let you in on a secret my brother taught me when he fucked me. Very cool erogenous zone on every Awh'anise. You'll love what it does to me.”

 

“You fucked your brother? I thought you said he didn't do men,” Raoul said as he rubbed lube over Zesiro's hole.

 

“Zivon, my twin, doesn't do men. He's weird. All my other brothers do. Damn it, Raoul, stop teasing me,” Zesiro said as he wriggled his ass against the teasing fingers of his lover.

 

Raoul snickered. His own desire was growing, but he was positive that Zesiro was still highly sexually charged in spite of his recent orgasm. Raoul liked this needy sexual side of Zesiro. It had such potential for future fun. Raoul pushed a finger slowly into Zesiro and the Awh'anise whined deep in his throat. The Blondie hummed his approval at the tight heat gripping his finger. He started stroking into Zesiro, making the Shal-hazal moan.

 

“Raoul,” Zesiro moaned.

 

“Yes?” Raoul asked as he slipped another finger in to join the first.

 

“I don't need all this prep. A little pain works for me right now. Just fuck me already,” Zesiro growled.

 

Raoul draped himself over Zesiro's back and whispered in his ear. “Who's the little fuck toy now?”

 

“If I say me, will you stop teasing the shit outta me and just fuck my ass?” Zesiro panted as he wriggled his ass against Raoul's groin.

 

The Blondie laughed softly and knelt behind Zesiro, slicking his cock with one hand while he continued to finger Zesiro's ass with his other hand. He pressed the head of his dick against Zesiro's hole, rubbing it back and forth against the slicked entrance. Raoul was surprised when Zesiro wrapped his tail around his arm but appreciated the unobstructed access it gave him. The head of Raoul's cock slipped inside and Raoul groaned at the tight feel. Zesiro hissed, and his tail squeezed Raoul's arm hard in reaction.

 

“Keep going, demsho,” Zesiro panted as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Raoul slowly filling his ass.

 

Raoul pushed forward and felt resistance. He pushed and gave a little grunt as he slipped a little further into Zesiro. The tail wrapped around his arm tightened and released. Raoul pressed further and felt resistance again. He frowned and gripped Zesiro's hips.

 

“There's several rings in my ass to get through. Quite fucking teasing, Raoul. Fill my god damned ass!” Zesiro growled as he glared at Raoul over his shoulder.

 

Raoul tightened his grip on Zesiro's hips and jerked Zesiro back onto his cock, hard. A harsh moan left the Shal-hazal's lips and a tremor shook his body. Raoul grunted at the quick vice-like squeeze of the tail around his arm. He gasped in surprise as a muscular ripple moved down his cock.

 

“Zesiro?” Raoul asked as he held himself still to enjoy the contractions around his dick.

 

“Start fucking,” Zesiro begged as a shudder of pleasure travelled through his body.

 

Raoul needed no further urging, and ground his hips into Zesiro's ass as he exhaled on a shaky breath. He'd never felt anything like the wave of ripples travelling along his cock. Raoul pulled almost the entire way out, savouring the shivery moan from Zesiro. He thrust roughly back in, making the Awh'anise groan in pleasure. Raoul started a punishing rhythm that soon had the Shal-hazal growling and arching his back with every thrust. The Blondie felt pleasure rush up his spine from the feel of the tight heat and the unique rippling sensation. Raoul could feel his orgasm approaching and tightened his grip on Zesiro's hips. The Awh'anise's whimpers of delight at the rough thrusts and painful grip on his hips had Raoul breathing harshly in pleasure.

 

“Base… tail… squeeze hard,” Zesiro panted.

 

Raoul wrapped his fingers around the base of Zesiro's tail and squeezed. The effect on Zesiro was startling and immediate. The Awh'anise's head snapped back and a dark snarl exploded from his throat. Raoul heard fabric tear as Zesiro's body jerked with his release and the snarl turned into a low howl. Zesiro's ass squeezed Raoul's cock almost painfully hard, pulling the Blondie's orgasm from him. Raoul groaned and closed his eyes, draping himself over Zesiro's back as his cock pulsed in his lover's ass. Zesiro bore Raoul's weight for several minutes before his shaking limbs caused him to sway and topple to his side, taking Raoul with him.

 

Raoul pressed his nose into the sweat-dampened hair of Zesiro's neck, and waited for his heart to stop its frantic pounding in his chest. Never had he felt anything like Zesiro on his cock. If the Awh'anise thought he was going to go back to constantly bottoming, he was sadly mistaken. Although, if Zesiro pearled him, Raoul was willing to bottom half the time. It seemed to be a fair compromise. Raoul stroked a hand down his lover's thigh making Zesiro purr happily.

 

“You're paying for new bedding,” Raoul warned as he caught sight of the clawed duvet.

 

Zesiro laughed and twisted out from under Raoul. He gave a quick lick to the Blondie's lips.

 

“After that delicious fucking, anything you want, demsho. Better hold off on the new bedding though. I think you're gonna want to do my ass again, and I tend to claw things when I get excited enough. And you do get me excited.”

 

Raoul grinned back at Zesiro and pulled him down for a hard kiss. The Awh'anise was, by far, the most interesting bed partner he'd had yet. Raoul was eager to see what the next few days would bring and what other tricks the Shal-hazal had up his sleeve.

 

*********

 

Jolen looked around him and knew immediately that this was a dream that would show him a glimpse of the future. After thirty some odd years of it, he'd come to recognize them immediately, although the dreams no longer filled him with fear as they had when he was young.

 

“Listen up, sweet cakes. I'm running on a tight timetable here and I'm only gonna say this once. You need to get your cute blue ass to a planet called Amoi and a place called Eos. When you get there, you ask for some big, high, mucky-muck called Mingan Zenos. Tell him that you're there to see Sevilen. You need to leave ASAP. You got all that?”

 

Jolen turned to find a very large, silver and red snake staring at him from unblinking red eyes. The creature was huge. It was at least as thick around as Jolen himself and probably close to thirty feet long. It blew a complicated series of inter-connected smoke rings out of its nose and managed to look utterly bored and annoyed at the same time.

 

“Okay. Why?” Jolen asked, undaunted by the giant talking snake in front of him.

 

“How the hell should I know? I'm low snake on the totem pole here, honey child. I just do what the big pooh-bahs tell me. Sucks ass if you ask me. Sure, I don't have all the cool, nifty powers of a full grown fire-snake but I'm working on the problem. I'd be further along if certain people would let me out to practice more instead of bitchin' about how they lose their magic makin' abilities when I appear. Like that girl needs more money. She married royalty for fuck's sake,” the snake snorted and blew several jagged swirls of smoke from its nose.

 

Jolen blinked in confusion. This wasn't like any dream vision he'd ever gotten before. Something like this… fire-snake was quite the creature and had never appeared to him before. Jolen wondered if an incident like this had led to his brother to suddenly up and take off for parts unknown. Genlen was the more responsible of the two of them and it had been beyond strange for him to suddenly announce that he had to leave and didn't know when he'd be back. Jolen hadn't heard from his brother since that day and he had the uncomfortable feeling that he'd never hear from Genlen again.

 

“Just to be clear, I'm to go to a planet called Amoi, and a place called Eos, ask to speak to… Mingan Zenos and say I'm there to see Sevilen. Why don't I just ask to speak to this Sevilen person directly? What am I supposed to say to him?”

 

“I wasn't told. You do it this way because you have to do it this way. I don't make the rules, cutie pie, I just follow them. You need to go as soon as you wake up. Whoops, I'm being called away. Just do what I told you and everything will be fine. Oh, hey, almost forgot. Sevilen is family. He's a sweet boy. You'll like him. Later dude.”

 

Jolen woke abruptly. He wasn't sure what to make of the dream but he never ignored whatever he was shown. The comment that Sevilen was family intrigued him. Jolen had no children. Genlen had been gone for a number of years, so it was possible that Sevilen could be his nephew. Both his mother and father had a good number of siblings so it was also possible that Sevilen was a cousin. Jolen rose from his bed, and wondered how he was going to explain to his boss that he suddenly needed to leave his job so he could go do what a giant silver and red snake from a dream told him. Jolen felt laughter bubble up in his chest at the mental image of his duty-bound boss taking that bit of news.

 

*********

 

Sevilen shifted in his seat and shot nervous glances at Mingan. He was aroused. Painfully so. He wanted to deny what Zesiro had told him, but the man had known about the tingles and feeling like he needed to fuck. Two weeks! How in god's name was he supposed to deal with these kinds of feelings for two weeks? It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since the tingles started, and he was already going crazy with need. Sevilen closed his eyes, and bit his lip as he tried to ignore the desire swirling through him.

 

Mingan could feel the glances that Sevilen kept sending his way. His little Pet squirmed in his seat, and made soft noises that sounded suspiciously like moans. Mingan watched from the corner of his eye, and squeezed the steering wheel when Sevilen's hand drifted over his obvious erection and started to lightly stroke himself. When Sevilen's little pink tongue slipped out to lick his lips, Mingan pulled the car off the road and jammed it into park. Sevilen's eyes popped open, and he gave a guilty start as he jerked his hand from his lap. He looked at Mingan with wide, questioning eyes. They weren't home yet.

 

“Windows, dark,” Mingan ordered in a rough voice.

 

The windows darkened, and Mingan twisted in his seat to face his Pet.

 

“You're not going to be able to wait until we get home are you, my Pet?”

 

Sevilen shook his head and opened his mouth to protest. Mingan pressed his finger to Sevilen's lips to stop the denial. Sevilen couldn't help himself. He opened his mouth and sucked Mingan's finger inside. The taste of Mingan made Sevilen moan softly. His Blondie tasted worlds better than Riki did. Lust plowed through Sevilen in a dizzying rush. He protested when Mingan withdrew his finger and tried to grab Mingan's hand.

 

“Pleasure yourself, my Pet,” Mingan said in a husky voice.

 

Sevilen wanted to refuse, but his balls were aching and Mingan tasted so good on his tongue. Just the feel of Mingan's desire-heavy gaze on him was making him even more aroused. Sevilen twisted in his seat to face Mingan and drew in a shuddery breath. He knelt on the seat and undid the fly of his pants. Sevilen drew out his erect cock, and felt colour flush his cheeks at the low sound of approval from Mingan.

 

Sevilen gave a little wanting moan as he gripped himself. He would've liked it a whole lot better if Mingan had taken him into his mouth. Sevilen had really enjoyed that. He started to stroke his cock, knowing that it wouldn't take much for him to peak. His breathing became faster and harsher. Sevilen's eyes slid closed as he felt his balls draw up. He was right at the very edge. It was only going to take a few more strokes and he'd finally have the release he needed.

 

Mingan watched his little Pet masturbate and felt his own erection throb. The pleasure he was going to feel when he slid into Sevilen's tight heat was going to be exquisite. He watched Sevilen's breath hitch in his chest and unconsciously leaned forward. Mingan only intended to observe his Pet. With his attention so tightly focused on Sevilen, he was able to hear the quiet sigh of his name. With that wanting sound of his name spoken by the Pet he desired, Mingan couldn't help but close the last bit of space between them and slide his mouth around his Pet's cock.

 

Sevilen jerked his hips forward and a startled cry of pleasure escaped him at feeling what he wanted but hadn't had the courage to ask for. The warm metal of the stud piercing Mingan's tongue rubbed over the head and down the shaft of Sevilen's sensitized cock. He moaned Mingan's name again as his orgasm swept through him. Sevilen felt light-headed and goose bumps travelled down his arms and legs as he spurted into Mingan's mouth. Mingan's delighted hum made him shudder, and Sevilen rested his hands on Mingan's shoulders as he tried to steady his breathing.

 

Mingan gave a final lick to Sevilen's cock, a smile twitching his lips when he noticed that Sevilen was still erect. He knew his Pet had very good stamina. The cycle his Pet was caught up in was pushing that stamina even harder. Mingan felt pleasure wind through him at that thought. He liked this sexual side of his Pet. It was going to make Sevilen even more receptive to pairing with him.

 

Sevilen panted lightly as he sat back on his heels. The desire he was feeling had died down to a persistent push against his senses instead of the driving need it had been. He was a little dismayed that his cock was still hard but he could deal with that. He'd been dealing with that for the entire day. He tucked himself back into his pants, and sat back down on his seat when what he wanted to do was climb into Mingan's lap and grind his ass against the erection he could clearly see.

 

Mingan said nothing and put the car in gear again. He pulled back out onto the road and continued the drive home. He was going to enjoy sinking into Sevilen's heat. Mingan idly wondered how long Sevilen was going to have an erection. The more he thought about enjoying his little Pet's charms, the faster he drove. Mingan was sure he set some sort of speed record getting home, but he didn't want to waste a minute of the desire Sevilen was caught up in. He noticed his Pet trying not to touch himself again, and heard the soft sounds of frustrated desire.

 

Mingan ushered Sevilen into the house and barely had the chance to turn the alarm on for the night when he felt his Pet's arms wrap around him from behind. The Blondie felt his Pet grind his hips against him, and heard the soft moan of desire. A smile broke out on Mingan's face. If this was the way a cycle worked, Mingan was all in favour of it. He gave his own moan of need as Sevilen's fingers stroked him through his clothes. His little Pet was being very forward and Mingan couldn't have been happier. He wanted Sevilen to pair with him.

 

“The bedroom is a better place for this, Sevilen,” Mingan said in a husky voice.

 

“I need… I want…” Sevilen said in a low voice as he pressed his body to Mingan's.

 

“You can have whatever you want,” Mingan assured his Pet as he pried Sevilen's arms from around him. For such a small man, his Pet was surprisingly strong.

 

Mingan was surprised when Sevilen let him go and grabbed his hand. His Pet started for the bedroom, pulling Mingan along behind him. Mingan was amused and aroused by the dominant side Sevilen was suddenly showing and allowed himself to be led. He watched as Sevilen quickly stripped off his clothes and hummed his approval once his Pet was naked. Even with the brief release during the car ride home, Sevilen's cock was erect, and a shiny bead of pre-come glistened on the head.

 

“I want you naked. Now,” Sevilen demanded as he stood with his hands on his hips.

 

Mingan smiled at his Pet and slowly stripped off his clothes. The impatience in his Pet's face to see him naked was adding to Mingan's desire. Mingan briefly wondered if seeing him erect was going to send fear through Sevilen as it had the few times since the shower incident. The Blondie sincerely hoped not. He wanted his Pet, and it had been pure torture to keep his word to not take what he wanted.

 

Sevilen licked his lips at seeing Mingan naked and aroused. A tiny part of his mind was cringing in fear over what might happen. The rest of Sevilen's brain was screaming at him to fuck. Jerking off in the car, and feeling Mingan's mouth on him felt good, but the relief hadn't even lasted the entire short car ride home. Mingan said he could have whatever he wanted and he wanted Mingan. Sevilen moved to the night table to get the lube he knew was kept there. He turned back to his Blondie master and a wicked little smile teased his mouth. Need was driving him and he could do nothing but answer that need.

 

Sevilen stalked towards Mingan and stopped when he was almost touching the Blondie. He dropped the lube to the bed, and gave an aggressive growl as he brought his hands up and pushed against Mingan's chest.

 

The move caught the big Blondie off guard who stepped back to keep his balance. The back of his knees hit the mattress behind him and he sat abruptly. He felt arousal grow at the continued aggressive behaviour of his Pet. He wanted Sevilen to enjoy sex with him, and if this little display of dominance helped that, Mingan was willing to play along. Ultimately, it would be Sevilen under him so Mingan had no problems with letting his Pet think he had the upper hand.

 

“You said I could have whatever I wanted. I want you, on your back,” Sevilen said in a voice that rubbed sensuously over Mingan's senses as he straddled the Blondie's legs and rubbed his erection against his master's skin.

 

Mingan felt his nipples peak at the erotic action, and reached for Sevilen to pull him in for a heated kiss. His Pet stroked teasing hands down his master's chest, and tugged on the rings through Mingan's erect nipples. Pleasure zipped from Mingan's nipples to his groin and he groaned.

 

“Mingan,” Sevilen rasped as he pushed against his Blondie's chest.

 

Mingan was finding the desperate need of his Pet incredibly erotic. He decided that it would hurt nothing to allow Sevilen to play with his body as he seemed to so anxiously want. Mingan moved backwards and lay on his back in the middle of the bed. He gave a low groan when Sevilen crawled over his body, and stretched out across him. His Pet's eyes were the molten gold that he had seen the first time they paired, and Mingan felt his cock twitch in excitement.

 

“My skin tingles and my balls ache. I want to feel you. I need you, Mingan. Please,” Sevilen husked as he licked and kissed Mingan's throat between words.

 

“You can have whatever you want,” Mingan repeated as he ran his hands over Sevilen's hot skin, pressing his Pet to him.

 

Sevilen smiled against Mingan's throat and tugged on the rings through his master's nipples again. Mingan groaned and closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of Sevilen's hands pleasuring his body. His hands tightened briefly on Sevilen's hips to press their bodies together. Mingan liked the hot, hard feel of Sevilen's cock pressing into his belly, and the teasing kisses his Pet was dropping along his neck and collarbone. Sevilen squirmed down Mingan's body making his Blondie hiss and try to hold him in place. Need clawed at Sevilen and, now that he had received permission to have whatever he wanted from Mingan, Sevilen intended to take it.

 

The fear of pairing was squashed under the driving need of his first cycle. The urge to fuck took control and Sevilen was helpless against it. He moved between Mingan's legs, and groped for the lube. Sweat filmed Sevilen's skin and his breathing had become harsh. His world had narrowed down to the ache between his legs. Nothing else mattered except to ease that sweet pain the only way his body knew how. Dark feelings of possession, and need tinged with power crashed through Sevilen.

 

Sevilen squirted lube into his now shaking hand. He slicked his cock, and pressed urgently against Mingan's hole. The Blondie's eyes flew open in surprise and he started to sit up. Sevilen barred his teeth at his master, and shoved his cock roughly into Mingan. The big Blondie hissed at the burn, and grabbed his Pet's arms. Sevilen's fingers dug into his master's hips, and he surged all the way in. Mingan grunted at the burn of being penetrated with no preparation. A low growl sounded from Sevilen's throat and his eyes seemed to burn in a way Mingan had never seen before.

 

An electric charge of power surged through Mingan where Sevilen's skin touched his. Mingan's senses distorted, and his vision blurred. A sense of wrongness struck Mingan, and he struggled to make sense of the conflicting things his body was telling him. Fear suddenly washed through him along with a feeling of utter helplessness. Pain hit Mingan, stealing away his breath. He could feel water beating against his skin, and hear the sounds of it hitting a hard surface. He felt like his ass was being split in two. He could feel the skin of his anus tearing from the brutally hard fucking. He knew the fingers gripping his hips were leaving bruises. His eyes watered from the agony, and he couldn't catch his breath from the relentless pounding his body received. His back hurt from where it had been slammed into a hard surface.

 

Mingan struggled with dual feelings and vision. He knew he was in his bed but his senses said he was being pressed against the wall of the shower in the bathroom. The burning sensation of being taken without being prepared flared into the pain of being taken against his will. There was only soft bedding under his back, yet his body was insisting that it had been slammed into a something hard enough to bruise. The harder Mingan tried to escape the conflicting sensations the more they swamped his mind.

 

Mingan's erection softened and a deep sense of betrayal that wasn't his burrowed its way into his mind and heart. This wasn't the pleasure he expected to experience with Sevilen. This was a body and soul pain that made him gasp and want to get away. Mingan had never felt anything so powerful before, and he never wanted to experience the mental anguish again. Confusion swirled through the big Blondie. What he was feeling wasn't what was happening now. Mingan thought he heard himself begging Sevilen to stop but that was crazy. He heard his Pet grunt his pleasure as he orgasmed, and felt the throbbing of Sevilen's cock in his ass. Mingan opened his eyes, but only saw the shower from a perspective that he knew wasn't his. His muscles refused to obey, and tremors shook his big frame. He squeezed his eyes closed against the impossibility of what he was seeing and feeling as unaccustomed tears fell.

 

Sevilen's head spun from the ecstasy of being inside Mingan. His body tingled with his powerful release. The need to fuck wasn't done with him. Sevilen had denied the urge for too long. Once wasn't going to be enough to sate him to relieve the pressure building in his body again. His cock was still hard, and the delight of being inside his master was better than anything he could've dreamed. It felt even better than when Mingan took him into his mouth. Sevilen closed his eyes as he started to pump his hips again, thinking of the pleasure he felt the first time that Mingan had paired with him. Sevilen thought of how he wanted to feel that delicious rush of gratification again. Sevilen moved his hand to Mingan's groin, and took his master's soft cock in hand and started to stroke him to hardness. He wanted Mingan to feel the intense delight he was feeling.

 

Mingan sucked in a sharp breath as he felt Sevilen start to move in him again. The Blondie waited for the pain to continue to swamp him, and cautiously opened his eyes when he felt none. His body responded to the firm grip of his Pet by hardening. His little Pet was breathing raggedly, and Mingan could see the fast beat of Sevilen's pulse in his throat. His Pet opened his eyes to stare into Mingan's. Sevilen's were molten gold with the force of his desire. Mingan once again felt an electric burst of power move through his body and tensed against what he thought was coming.

 

The big Blondie was unprepared for the rush of delight that flooded his system. There was no pain, only joy from the delicious feel of his Pet slowly sliding in and out of his ass. A startled cry of pleasure escaped Mingan as he helplessly arched his body into each thrust. The easy slip and slide of Sevilen in his body, and his Pet stroking his erection combined to send desire flooding through Mingan. He moaned and gripped his Pet's arms tightly as he wrapped his legs around Sevilen's waist. Something still wasn't right about what he was experiencing, but the hot delight and arousal pushed all thoughts of right and wrong from his mind.

 

The easy slide of Sevilen's cock in his body felt like a wondrous new experience even though it wasn't the first time the Blondie had a dick in his ass. Mingan wanted the strong thrusts to go on forever. The pain of the previous few minutes was completely forgotten when compared to what he now experienced. Feelings of pleasure warred against thoughts that he shouldn't be enjoying the invasion of his body so much. Mingan knew those thoughts weren't his own, but couldn't focus past the pleasure. His body was being skilfully stroked and played to wring the most delight from the act he could get. Mingan let his mind drift with the joy of the gentle, passionate sex he was enjoying. It felt so damn good he couldn't concentrate on the strangeness of the experience.

 

His cock was hard in Sevilen's hand and when his Pet growled the demand for him to come, and played with the ring through the head, Mingan groaned and found himself doing what Sevilen commanded. The release that rushed through the big Blondie made him cry out hoarsely as he spurted across his own belly. Mingan moaned at the feel of Sevilen peaking inside him again and ground his hips up into his Pet's. Mingan's Pet whispered his name in a passion filled voice before he collapsed over his master's chest with a tired groan.

 

Mingan's chest heaved as he slowly came down off the pleasure-high of his orgasm. Little shivers of delight traveled through his body making him smile contentedly. Even though Sevilen had mounted him, something that was completely unexpected, Mingan had been thoroughly and pleasurably fucked. He had no complaints, and aside from a slight stinging in his ass, felt relaxed and mellow. The Blondie stroked his hand over Sevilen's back, and noted that his Pet's skin was cooling from the almost fever-hot temperature it had been earlier. Mingan felt Sevilen's breathing hitch, and his Pet groaned softly.

 

Mingan continued to stroke Sevilen's skin, enjoying the soft murmurs of approval from his Pet, and thought about what had just happened between them. The Blondie had just had one of the strangest sexual experiences of his life, but Mingan wouldn't have changed anything about it. The first experience had been painful and terrifying. The perspective had been strange and disorientating, but when Mingan thought about all the sensory things he'd experienced, he reasoned that he had just re-lived his rape of Sevilen from his Pet's perspective. Mingan closed his eyes as he replayed in his mind the feelings and emotions he'd experienced of what his Pet went through from his assault. No wonder Sevilen was terrified of pairing with him again. Mingan felt anger at himself grow along with regret for hurting his little Pet not only physically, but on a deeper level as well. He didn't understand at the time that Sevilen had felt betrayed by the experience.

 

The second experience had been the direct opposite, filled with such pleasure that it made his toes curl. That had been packed with a wonder and joy that made it one of the better experiences of his life. Mingan figured that it was what Sevilen felt the first time they had paired. The Blondie realized that the pain and brutality of the rape was made all that much more difficult for Sevilen to bear when compared with the pleasure and care he'd been shown in his first experience.

 

Mingan held Sevilen to his chest, and stroked his Pet. He wondered how his Pet had managed to share those experiences with him and if Sevilen had done it on purpose. In all honesty, Mingan was glad that Sevilen had forced those experiences on him. He could better understand Sevilen's continued reluctance to pair. If their situations had been reversed, he'd have felt the same way. Mingan resolved to use the opportunity Sevilen's cycle presented him. The Blondie was going to prove to his Pet that pairing could be a pleasurable experience all the time and that the pain of the rape wouldn't be repeated again.

 

Sevilen raised his head and blinked as if coming out of a deep sleep. His head felt fuzzy and the crushing need to fuck had finally died down. Sevilen exhaled in relief. He was warm and relaxed and laying on Mingan's chest. He shifted, and felt his now soft cock slip from Mingan's ass. Sevilen's eyes went wide with fright as what he'd done rushed back at him. He'd just fucked his Blondie master. Not once, but twice, and with no preparation. He struggled to push himself away from Mingan; sure his Blondie master was going to punish him for daring to take control to mount his master. Mingan tightened his hold and panic bubbled up in Sevilen.

 

“I'm sorry, Mingan… Master. I didn't mean to…” Sevilen began as his heart started to pound in his chest. He refused to look into Mingan's eyes, not wanting to see the anger he was sure would be there.

 

“It's all right, Sevilen. I'm not angry with you,” Mingan soothed as he continued to stroke Sevilen's skin.

 

“But I….” Sevilen began, confused with the soft, almost gentle tone in Mingan's voice.

 

“I liked that you were aggressive. I got a little more than I bargained for, but I think the end result was worth it. Do you still feel like you need to fuck?”

 

Sevilen blushed, and shook his head, glad that Mingan couldn't see his eyes. He was dangerously close to crying. He felt emotionally raw and vulnerable, as if he had revealed a dark personal secret. He didn't understand why Mingan wasn't angry with him. From what he'd been told about the relationship between a Blondie and his Pet during his time in the Trading House, Mingan should beat him severely at best, and snap his neck at worst. He'd practically raped his Blondie master. Something had happened between him and Mingan besides the sex. Sevilen wasn't sure what, but he had felt powerful and in control when he had moved over Mingan. His relief and pleasure was all that mattered. There had been no fear in him of pairing then. It had never even occurred to Sevilen that Mingan would object to what he was doing.

 

“I'm sorry,” Sevilen whispered.

 

Mingan's hand stilled for a moment before he resumed stroking Sevilen's back. His Pet was tense in his arms and obviously upset and afraid that he'd be punished. If Sevilen had been with any other Blondie, he likely would've been severely beaten for his actions. Mingan viewed the entire episode as a valuable learning experience. Sevilen was his Pet, but he was also a person who had been through a lot of rough things in a short period of time and had come to expect harsh physical repercussions for his actions.

 

Sevilen nervousness grew as he wondered if he'd hurt Mingan. His Blondie wasn't acting hurt, but Sevilen was positive he hadn't been gentle and Zesiro's words about waiting too long and hurting your partner came back to haunt him. Guilt washed through Sevilen, and he felt his eyes prickle as the entire, difficult day crashed down on him.

 

Tears slid down Sevilen's cheeks. He hadn't thought about what Mingan would feel as he'd moved over him. The need to fuck had blanked out everything else. Sevilen had never felt anything as strongly as the desire to be inside Mingan. Sevilen was afraid that once the urge to fuck crept up on him again, he'd repeat his actions. Aside from not wanting to hurt Mingan, and the possible beating he could expect for taking Mingan as he did, Sevilen couldn't believe that he'd forced himself on his Blondie. He was appalled at what he'd done and a little sob escaped.

 

Mingan's hand stilled as he felt his little Pet start to shake and a warm wetness trickled on his chest. He tipped Sevilen's face up and was surprised to find his Pet's eyes shiny with tears. Mingan was about to ask what was wrong and decided against it when he saw the confusion and upset staring back at him. Mingan gently moved Sevilen off his chest and went to the bathroom to get a washcloth. When he returned, he found his little Pet curled into a ball in the center of the bed.

 

Mingan touched Sevilen, and frowned when his Pet flinched and tried to curl into an even tighter ball of misery. Mingan gently turned Sevilen to his back, forcing him to uncurl so he could clean his Pet. Sevilen looked at him with wide confused eyes. There were drying tear tracks on his cheeks. Mingan tossed the cloth to the floor before climbing into bed, pulling Sevilen back against his chest. The Blondie pulled the covers over them both, and kissed the top of his Pet's head.

 

“Wake me up if you need to, my Pet. I won't have you hurting like that again. We'll talk about what happened in the morning. I'm not angry, and no matter what you think, you didn't hurt me. Go to sleep, Sevilen,” Mingan said softly as he started to stroke his hands up and down Sevilen's body.

 

Sevilen closed his eyes, exhausted from the trying day. He was still confused and felt guilty for what he'd done, but if Mingan said he wasn't angry and hadn't been hurt, Sevilen had no choice but to believe him. If Mingan was going to punish him for what he'd done, Sevilen didn't think Mingan would comfort and hold him first. Sevilen found that, despite what he believed he'd done, he felt better than he had in days, as if some great weight had been lifted from him. He drifted to sleep with the comforting feel of Mingan wrapped protectively around him.

 

*********

 

Things were not going according to plan.

 

Ejnar slammed his fist into the wall leaving a good sized hole. He was surrounded by incompetent fucks. It just went to show that throwing money at a problem in no way guaranteed that said problem would be fixed. Fortunately, Ejnar had alternate plans in the works to deal with the continued bungling of his minions. The deaths of the delegates weren't a total waste and had actually been expected. They'd simply died before Ejnar was ready. Ejnar learned some valuable intelligence from the debacle of the party and the failed assassination attempt.

 

The delegate managed to confirm in a hurried transmission before he died that Mingan Zenos lived and resided in Eos. Ejnar had been fairly certain of that, but he wanted to be positive. He also learned that Mingan had a Pet. That information, while minor, could be used to irritate the big Blondie if the opportunity arose and was applied correctly.

 

According to his sources, there were only four Cadre members left. Now that Ejnar had confirmation about the life or death of the last of the Cadre member on his list, he could proceed with the next phase of his plan. They all needed to die if Jupiter was to die as well. Killing the sentient AI that ran Amoi was Ejnar's ultimate goal.

 

The people of Denague thought he wanted Jupiter destroyed so they could perform a hostile take-over of the planet and its resources. That's what he'd told them when he first brought forth the idea fifty years ago. That wasn't the real reason though. Ejnar wanted Jupiter destroyed because she had tried to kill him as a young teen. He still bore the scar from his right temple to his ear, which destroyed the perfection of his face.

 

For trying to kill him, and for destroying his perfection, Ejnar had decided on that day sixty years ago, that Jupiter was going to die. The irony of having one of her creations she tried to kill, kill her, made Ejnar start to laugh.

 

A servant who had started to enter the room hastily retreated at the sound. The last time he had heard that kind of laughter, a mutilated body had been taken from the house, and Ejnar had been clothed only in blood. It was a sound of pure madness, and was sure to make the servant sleep fitfully for days to come.