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  “That’s it, Precious. I know what you need, know how to give it to you.” Gus’ tongue slid over the welts and cuts on his back, the salt making them sting.

  Tears slid from his eyes, just pouring from him, anger and regret and a dull fear at his own response filling him. Cold salve followed the hot, stinging tongue, almost burning. Tremors shook him, bone-deep and steady, making the chains rattle.

  Those hands worked the salve in all over until his entire back and ass were one burning ache and then Gus came around, eyes kind, encouraging. “You’re doing so well. I can feel it easing inside you, see it in the way you move.” Gus pulled gloves onto his hands as he spoke. He watched the huge hands, then looked up, wordlessly begging Gus to unhook him, set him free.

  “Patience. Just concentrate on the sensations.”

  Gus held his hands out, palms up, letting him see the tiny, dull-tipped needles that decorated the palms of the gloves he wore. Then Gus began to rub his skin, beginning at his shoulders. The sensation was maddening, overwhelming, every nerve just buzzing. Oh, he thought, his Walt loved this, rocked and moaned and begged.

  The sensations worked down over his already sensitized nipples, down to his abdomen, circling his navel. Gus’ purrs and growls were the perfect accompaniment to the sensations.

  His body -- Sebastian’s body -- relaxed, just melted, the sharp sensations melding into something all-encompassing. It went on and on until he couldn’t think of anything, couldn’t do anything but feel and hand from the ceiling, body lax.

  He barely registered Gus’ lips around his cock, the magic touches sliding along his hips, teasing his balls unbearably as more come poured from him and into Gus.

  Coby’s head rolled, the room dim, soft. He just wanted to rest now, to float away.

  The cuffs were removed, Gus picking him up, holding him against the solid body, and carrying him to the big bed. Low purrs kept him floating, kept him right there in that melted, distant place as Gus’ warmth wrapped around him.

  “I miss Walter.” The words whispered from him, so quiet, but so true.

  “I know. Sh, now. Just float.” Warm, solid hands moved on him, gentled him back down, those rumbles returning to vibrate against him.

  Coby nodded, pressing closer, letting the peace and ease take him into sleep.

  ***

  T’ven

  Bastian left Walter sleeping, curled tight in cuffs that kept the man from hurting himself in his sleep.

  Poor man.

  They did okay during the day, actually quite similar in interests, in temperaments. Bastian shook his head. When this mess was over, he thought they might actually stay friends.

  Assuming Jacob allowed Walt to talk to him.

  He found the commlink and dialed home, taking the unit into the front room. Please, Gus. Answer. I just need you for a few minutes.

  The screen went white and then Gus appeared, blinking. “Hello?”

  “Hi. Hi, Augie.” He reached out, stroked the screen. “Hi.”

  “Bastian?” Gus smiled. “My Precious.” Oh, how long had it been since he’d heard those words growled in that sleep rough voice.

  He found a smile, nodded. “How’re you? Are you keeping busy?” Has Jacob made you stop loving me?

  Gus snorted. “Your twin is even more of a handful than you are. I am more than busy. And missing you.” Gus’ fingers reached out and seemed to touch his through the screen. “We leave in two days. Just three weeks of travel, Precious. And then I can hold you.”

  “I miss you.” He hadn’t been sleeping, had been wandering the flat over and over, trying to avoid going outside, going to the haunts he knew, the people who had known him before.

  “I know. Have you and Walter been good to each other, Bastian? From the things Jacob has said, I think he has needed you.”

  Bastian nodded. “I’m trying to be helpful. He’s in cuffs because he hurts himself at night.”

  “Oh, my poor Precious. There is no one there to care so solicitously for you.” Gus’ fingers stroked the glass, that voice like a caress along his spine. “I need you. I need to touch you and fuck you and oh, that mouth. Bastian.”

  He nodded. “I miss you -- your hands, your kisses, just you. All of you.”

  “Yes. I have at least your body here.” Gus grunted. “I don’t know if that makes it easier or harder.”

  “Walter says it’s easier.”

  Gus chuckled. “I imagine you don’t talk back to him the way Jacob does to me, though. I am not allowed to forget for a moment that it is not really you.”

  “That’s good.” He met Augie’s eyes, serious. “I don’t want you to forget me.”

  “Precious. I never would forget you. That isn’t what I meant. Oh, Bastian. I’m sorry.”

  He reached out, fingers stuttering on the glass. “I know. It... it’s just been so long and I’m so tired...”

  “Three more weeks, Precious. You can hold on. I believe in you.”

  “I want you.” Bastian sighed, meeting Gus’ eyes. “I dream about the cappers. I know where to get them, how to get them. It’s so hard.”

  “Take your need out on Walter’s body, Bastian. Take what you need.”

  “He needs. So much. All the time.” He found a smile. “I think you’ll like Walter.”

  “I will only have eyes for you, Bastian.” As he watched, Gus’ eyes closed, his hand sliding into his pants. “Speak to me, Precious. Let me hear you.”

  “Oh...” He moaned, eyes burning. “Oh, Augie. I need... I need to taste you, so badly. Promise me, when you come here, you’ll take me.”

  Gus growled, pushed his sweats out of the way so Bastian could see as that big hand worked the thick cock. “I will have your mouth first, Bastian. And then your hole. I will take you, make you fly, lose myself in you.”

  “Oh. Oh, yes. Love. Please. I need you -- your cock, your tongue, your hands...” His own cock was aching so hard. “Can I? Please, Augie?”

  “Touch yourself, Bastian. I want you to come with me. Touch yourself now.” Gus growled, hand working that thick prick harder. He could almost smell it.

  “Oh. Yes. Yes, Augie.” He nodded, hand around his cock, pumping and stroking. “Need you. My love. My Gus.”

  “My Precious,” growled Gus. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

  “Yes...” He arched, offering Gus everything, anything.

  “Now. For me, Bastian. Show me.” Seed poured from him, hips pumping, Gus’ name on his lips.

  “Bastian! Precious!” Gus’ voice was a roar, come fountaining over those amazing hands as Gus came.

  “Oh. Oh, love. Love you...” He moaned, watching Gus in pleasure.

  “Yes. Love. Precious.” Gus whimpered, hand reaching out to him.

  “Three weeks.” He sobbed softly. “Don’t get lost.”

  “We will not, my Precious. I am counting the hours.”

  Gus’ hand slid against the screen again. “I love you.”

  “Love you, Augie. Soon. Soon.” He found a smile. “We’ll travel back together, you and me.”

  “Oh, yes. We’ll take the slow train.”

  There was that purr, a smile on Gus’ face.

  His smile got wider. “A private car? Please?”

  Gus nodded. “With a big lock and a Do Not Disturb sign.” The smile on Gus’ face got wicked. “I have plans for your ass.”

  “Oh... Oh, good.” He laughed softly, bouncing a little, refreshed. Oh. Yes. Three weeks.

  He could do three weeks.

  He could.

  Chapter Ten

  Transcontinental Train, Planet Brandish

  They were two days out of T’ven. Just two more days until they met up and put an end to this madness, brought Sebastian and Jacob together and restored them to their proper bodies.

  Of course, Gus wasn’t going to last two more days.

  He finally snapped just after dinner, through which Jacob had complained the entire time. He gagged the man, wrapped him in silk ropes, and left
him in the bottom bunk while Gus went out to the observation car.

  The land was dry, sand and dirt almost white, with very little vegetation, the three suns keeping things too hot for most growing things. That anyone had decided to live upon Brandish was in itself amazing; that the cities rose like beautiful, man-made gardens out of the largest desert imaginable, made it magical. Gus could see the towers and spires of T’ven in the distance. Somewhere among them was his Bastian, caught in Jacob’s body. He couldn’t wait to get there.

  He stayed long enough to have a stiff drink and calm himself, and then he returned to their small room, eyes going to the bunk where he’d left Jacob. Jacob was an inventive little shit, had already worked both legs and most of one hand free, bruising Sebastian’s skin in the process.

  “Can’t you just behave? Two days, Jacob. We just have two days more.” He strode over and tore off the gag, the rest of the bindings, hands automatically rubbing Bastian’s bruised flesh. He had never forgotten that this was his Bastian’s body. His beautiful, precious lover’s skin and bone.

  “Can’t you just get off your fucking high horse and quit bullying me because I’m smaller than you?”

  “I am not bullying you! I’m trying to keep you from destroying Bastian’s body.” Damn the man.

  “I wasn’t hurting Sebastian’s body over dinner. I was irritating you.”

  “Yes, well.” He’d been at the end of his rope, and Jacob knew somehow just how to needle him. “It was that or fuck you through the mattress. I assumed you’d prefer what I did.”

  “You know, I am capable of having sex without fighting.” Jacob flipped him off. “Asshole.”

  Gus snorted. “Right.”

  “Well, you only have tonight to find out. Tomorrow? I’m burying myself balls deep in my baby.”

  “Is that an offer?” He was plainly shocked. Jacob had done nothing but complain about the body he was in, the sex they’d had having been between him and Bastian’s body, more than anything else.

  “Well, sure. Aren’t you horny and restless? I am. Hell, I know you’re grumpy.”

  “I want my Bastian back. I want to fuck him and love him and hold him.” He supposed that would be a yes.

  “Well, you can have him tomorrow. Although you can’t fuck him.”

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “You can’t fuck him. That’s my body. It’s never been fucked.”

  “But you aren’t in it! He is!” He shook his head. No, he needed his Bastian. Had promised Bastian he would fuck him.

  “So? You want me to be good to his body? I want you to be good to mine.”

  “I will be! I’ll be very good to it.” He leaned in. “I’ve been very good to you in his body, haven’t I?”

  Jacob chuckled. “Well, I suppose there’s something in letting you break Sebastian’s cherry. Consider it a gift.”

  Gus blinked and sputtered and grinned. “You bastard.”

  “Yeah, but I’m entertaining, and I play a great game of cards...”

  “You’re not a bad lay either.” He nodded at the bed. “Were you serious? About relieving our nerves?”

  “It’s a way to pass the time.” Jacob tossed his head. “I swear, we don’t get our bodies back? I’m hacking off the hair.”

  Gus grumbled, reaching out to slide his fingers along the long braid, removing the tie at the bottom and combing it out. “You wind me up, and it’ll be a long, hard fuck, Jacob.”

  Jacob chuckled, suddenly flipping him onto the bed, landing on top of him. Growling, he brought their mouths together in a hard kiss, hands going to Jacob’s upper arms and rolling them. Jacob kissed him right back, meeting him head on, hands tangled in his hair.

  They rolled right off the small bed, attacking each other’s clothes with hard fingers. It was wild, passionate, fierce, Jacob’s hunger sharp and sure. He ripped open Jacob’s shirt, tugged on the rings, worrying Jacob’s nipples raw.

  “Bastard. Fuck, that’s hot. Gonna get Walt’s done.” Jacob laughed, kissed him hard.

  He was laughing, too, and growling and rutting like a pig, all the worry and need and missing Bastian coming out, letting loose on Jacob in a way it never could with his Precious.

  “Fuck, you’re hot. Pushy and growly, but hot as fuck.” Jacob bit his ear, fingers rolling his balls with a rough touch.

  “I’m pushy? Me?” Gus growled some more. He was not fucking pushy. Well. Not unless he had to be.

  He bit at Jacob’s neck, putting a mark there.

  “Fucking pushy.” He got his balls tugged, hard. “And growly.”

  “Takes one to know one,” he shot back, fingers digging into Jacob’s hips.

  “Gonna let me fuck you, big guy?”

  He snorted. “No, you need to save it up for your Walter. I’m going to fuck you.”

  “Oh, that’s right, no hard fuck for Sebastian in the cherry body.” Jacob laughed again, eyes dancing. “The fine cherry body.”

  “Nothing cherry about this body, though,” he murmured, spreading Jacob’s legs with his knees.

  “Nope. It’s made for you.” Jacob met his eyes, serious for a moment. “Walter says Sebastian’s been very good to him. You worked wonders with him. I’m glad he found you.”

  “He’s my Precious,” murmured Gus. “My love. My life. I need him back.”

  Then he bent and took Jacob’s mouth again, ripping the last of Jacob’s clothes from his body.

  Jacob nodded. “I know. Tomorrow. Tomorrow and they’re ours again.”

  “Yes. Tomorrow.” He growled, fingers pushing into Jacob’s body, need riding him hard.

  Jacob nodded, spreading for him, riding his fingers. “Fuck, yes. Come on. We’ll come, and sleep, and it’ll be tomorrow.”

  He nodded, making quick work of spreading Jacob before lining up and pushing in, sinking deep into the familiar body.

  Jacob groaned, arched for him, hips just rocking desperately. “That’s it. Fuck.”

  He grunted. “Yes. Fuck. Yes.” He snapped his hips, pushing into Jacob over and over again.

  Jacob grabbed his hand, dragged it down to the hard prick just waiting for him.

  “You want this?” he asked, thrusting hard, fingers wrapping around Jacob’s cock, holding it tight.

  “As much as you do.” Jacob gave no quarter.

  He laughed, the sound wild in his own ears. “Harder, then!”

  They were wild with it, bucking, biting, pushing each other. And they rolled, bumping into the sides of the rail car, now Jacob above him, riding hard, now beneath him, meeting each thrust.

  “Shit, Gus. Come on. Now. Gonna come.” Jacob bit his bottom lip, groaned.

  “Do it. Come on my cock, Jacob. Do it.”

  “Yes...” Jacob bucked, coming hard, eyes rolling, ass milking his cock.

  He roared, jerking hard into Jacob, coming deep.

  “Yeah. Good.” Jacob panted, smiling beneath him. “Tomorrow.”

  He nodded and slid out, collapsing onto Jacob.

  “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

  Jacob hugged him, the sound satisfied, easy. “Yeah.”

  He grunted and let his eyes close, settling, not caring they were on the floor.

  He would rest, and when he woke up it would be the day he had his Bastian back, body and essence in the same place, if not together in the same man.

  It would be a start.

  ***

  T’ven

  Walt scrubbed the place from top to bottom and one side to the other. He knew he was driving poor Sebastian crazy, but he couldn’t stop it.

  The time Gus and Coby were to arrive had come and gone. There was a problem on the track and the train had been delayed.

  They had no idea when their lovers were going to arrive.

  And so he sobbed and he cleaned and he took a shower every hour and scrubbed himself raw and he really, really didn’t think he could manage another minute without Coby’s strength and love and...

  He got back down on his aching knees
, dipped his sponge in the bleach and worked on the floor.

  The bell sounded, a familiar voice snapping. “Baby? Open the fucking door. Now.”

  Sebastian’s cry filled the flat. “Oh! Walt!”

  He knocked over the bucket of water and bleach as he jumped up and he tried to sop it up, tried to get to the door. Oh, he was such a mess. “Sebastian! Let them in, let them in. I have to fix. Oh. It’s such a mess, everything is ruined.”

  Sebastian grabbed his hand, dragging Walt to the door. “Nothing is ruined...”

  The door popped open and Coby’s eyes were on him, Coby’s mouth dropping over his own and taking him.

  He sobbed into the kiss, clinging, holding on as tight as he could. The body felt strange, but the kiss was all Coby, those eyes purely his lover.

  Coby walked him toward the wall, hand behind his head, tilting him, deepening the kiss. He was hard and shaking, tears streaming down his face and he didn’t care, his mouth opening wide. He hit the wall, Coby’s mouth leaving his long enough to whisper, “You did it, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

  He whimpered, leg wrapping around Coby’s thighs, his shaking getting harder. He was just going to shake right apart and it was going to be okay because Coby was here, Coby had him. Coby tore at his clothes, fingers finding his skin, stroking and scratching, making him feel everything.

  “Need, Master,” he whispered, body pushing into each touch, so hard he hurt.

  “Are you ready for me, baby?”

  “Please, Master. Yes. So ready.” He slid his hands through the long hair, not even mourning the body he was used to. It was his Coby, he could feel it in every touch, in every word uttered.

  “Me, too.” Coby smiled, tore his pants away and pushed him against the wall, cock hard, nudging his hole. “Now.”

  “Yes! Coby!” He clawed at Coby’s shoulders, climbing his lover’s body. Wanting. Needing.

  Coby took him, deep and hard, giving no quarter, just filling him, easing his panic.

  “Master. Oh. Oh. Yes.” He cried out, rode Coby eagerly.

  “Mine. Mine, baby. Oh, gods.” Coby pounded into him, hips slamming. He needed to come. Needed so bad. At the same time he didn’t want this to end. Not ever. “Come for me, then we’ll go to the bed.”