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  “Oh. No biting. It’s too big. Too big.” Oh, that got him a growl and good, solid bite.

  He bent backwards, hands reaching for the floor.

  Gus moaned. “Oh, Precious...” Those fingers slid along his sides, tickling, rubbing.

  “Tickles!” He rippled, stomach going tight.

  Gus chuckled and the touch became firmer.

  “Oh... More?” He was hard, wanting, needing.

  “I love the way you want me,” murmured Gus, biting his nipples again, fingers dragging across his skin.

  “Need you.” He pushed back up, trying to hide his chest against Gus’.

  “You have me.” His efforts were no use, Gus gnawing on his right nipple and then the other one.

  “So much. So much.” He wriggled, breath gasping from him.

  “All for you.” Gus’ teeth dragged down to his belly, tongue pushing into his navel.

  “Uh-huh.” He was getting lightheaded, heart pounding.

  Then Gus’ tongue licked across the tip of his cock before it was sucked into the heat of Gus’ mouth.

  “Augie!” He jerked, panting, head shaking back and forth. “Fuck!”

  Gus hummed around his prick, sucking hard, teeth threatening.

  “N...no biting. Please. No biting.” He sobbed, hips trying to jerk.

  Gus’ teeth scraped their way up his cock before the bobbing started, teeth gone, Gus’ head moving up and down.

  He moaned, the sound pushing out of him. “Gonna make me come...”

  The suction got harder and Gus’ teeth pulled randomly along his cock again.

  He bucked and came, hands shaking, room just swirling. Gus swallowed around him and then pulled away, hands sliding up his back and helping him right himself. Oh, there was a self-satisfied smile on his Gus’ face.

  He swayed, lips parted. “Oh. Wow. Morning.”

  Gus purred, lips finding his. Warm and wet, Gus’ mouth tasted like him. Pushing into the kiss, Bastian just melted. Humming. Gus gathered him up, hands on his ass and, still kissing him, carried him back to their room, to their soft bed and warm covers.

  Oh. Comfy. He cuddled in, wriggling until he was settled.

  “Rest up, Precious. In a few hours we will have a light meal and then play.”

  “Play?” He shivered, nodded. “I remember the first time you said that to me.”

  “I should hope so.”

  “Do you remember as well?”

  “I can remember the way you smelled when I first met you, what you were wearing.” Gus laughed softly. “That crazy thing you’d done with your hair.”

  “It was in fashion...” It had been uncomfortable and ugly, but everyone had done it.

  Gus snorted. “It looked like an animal had died on your head.”

  One of Gus’ hands slid along his chest, stroking him gently. “But you shone nonetheless, and I wanted nothing more than to string you up by your wrists and beat you until that pale skin was rosy.”

  “I was caught by your eyes.” Still was.

  “And my hands,” murmured Gus, meaning it quite literally, Bastian knew.

  “Yes.” He nodded, bit his lip. Those hands.

  “You were scared that night, but you submitted nonetheless.”

  “You demanded so much, I didn’t know what else to do.”

  Gus chuckled. “That isn’t why you stayed.”

  “No. It isn’t why I stayed.” He smiled up.

  “No. You stayed because you discovered you needed it.”

  “No. I stayed because I fell in love.”

  Gus purred, rolling him beneath the large, strong body. “I love you, too, my Precious.”

  Bastian stretched out under his lover’s weight. “I know.”

  “Good.”

  Gus brought their mouths together in a long kiss that stole his breath. Bastian’s fingers twined with Gus’, holding on tight.

  “I will never let you go,” Gus told him. “You are mine, Sebastian.”

  “Never? Promise?”

  “Never.” The word was growled, Gus’ eyes holding his, making the same promise.

  “Yours. Yours.” He nodded, caught in those eyes.

  Gus smiled. “Mine.”

  Bastian just nodded. There was nothing else to do.

  Chapter Three

  T’ven

  The zoo had been... a disaster.

  Dirty and smelly and an earth camel had spat in Walt’s face. He shuddered just to think of it. He’d managed to hold it together with the promise of a long shower and a longer session with Coby when they got home. Not even the exotic animals, from Brandish itself as well as other planets, had saved the experience. Not even the little sharat, with its delicate feline features and its prehensile tail. Not after the spitting.

  He’d gotten the shower, as long as he wanted, as Coby had been called by a big -- huge -- client and had left.

  Two days ago.

  It wasn’t unusual by any means, but Walt was having trouble forgetting that gross, disgusting saliva running down his face.

  He checked the reflecting glass constantly, rubbing at his cheek, his nose, rubbing them raw. He could still feel it, though, and with a half sob, he turned the shower on to its hottest setting and stood under the water.

  He thought he heard something, someone, moving around in the apartment, in their home.

  He shook. It was too much. A little voice was saying that it could be a robber, he could have a weapon, but mostly Walt just felt violated, and he had had more of that than he could take. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, hefting it over his head as he strode into the living room. How dare someone come into his home!

  He didn’t get far. Coby’s light grey eyes flashed at him, one strong hand grabbing his wrist. “Oh, baby. What have you done to your face?”

  “Oh! Coby! I thought you were a robber!” He collapsed against his lover, the adrenaline leaving as quickly as it had come.

  Coby held him, carried him back toward the bathroom. “No. Just me. Come on, let’s get the soap off you.”

  “No, no, the soap is good. That stupid camel.” He wrapped one arm around Coby’s neck, his other hand going to his face. He winced as he rubbed at the abused skin.

  “Stop it.” Coby pushed his hand away from his face.

  “I have to get it off, Coby. So many germs!” Coby didn’t understand, he hadn’t been spat upon.

  Coby’s hand tightened around his wrists. “Walter. Do I have to bind you?”

  He blinked and met Coby’s eyes. “A camel spit in my face, Coby. In my face! Camel spit.”

  “Two days ago, baby. You’re hurting yourself.” Coby looked tired, worn, but so focused.

  “I can’t get it off, Coby.” He blinked away the tears that threatened. “I can’t get it off.”

  “Okay. I’ll get you clean.” Coby caught his gaze. “Focus, Walt. Right here. With me.”

  “Oh. Oh, thank you, Coby.” He looked into those eyes, gave himself over to his lover wholeheartedly. Only Coby was stronger than the germs and dirt.

  “That’s right.” Coby got him into the shower, pulled his hands up to hold onto the hook buried into the tile. “Hold on.” He nodded, fingers wrapping around the hook, stretching to reach it.

  Coby would make it right.

  “That’s my baby.” Coby grabbed the soap, lathered his fingers, slowly, carefully washing him.

  “Yours,” he murmured, eyes closing, body pushing into Coby’s hands, the soap making his lover’s touches slick, clean.

  “Mm-hmm.” His face was washed and rinsed, then washed again before the soft touch of Coby’s lips covered his skin.

  “Oh! Oh, Coby.” His eyes flew open, meeting Coby’s, focusing on his lover and Master.

  “Yes. Right here, Walt. Right here with you.”

  “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Coby was too good to him.

  “Sh... focus now. What do you feel?” Coby’s fingers moved randomly, touching everywhere.


  “You, all I can feel is you.”

  “Good. I’m right here. Got four whole days off. In a row.”

  “Oh. Oh, that’s wonderful news, Coby.” He nodded. He needed his Coby. Needed him.

  “Yes. Focus.” Coby’s hands pushed against his skin, sensitizing it. “Focus.”

  “Yes, Master,” he murmured, body responding to Coby as it always did.

  “If I catch you hurting yourself again, I will deny you orgasm for a week. Your skin belongs to me.”

  He gasped. “I wasn’t!” He’d just wanted to be clean.

  “You did. Your skin is mine.”

  “Not on purpose! I just needed to be clean, Coby.” He twitched; he could feel the camel’s spit running down along his cheek.

  “You are clean now.” Coby’s hand stroked his cheek.

  He closed his eyes, focusing on his Master’s hand on his face, on the skin that was so unclean, that was violated.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Coby’s tongue stroked over his cheek. “Clean.”

  He moaned softly and nodded, nuzzling toward Coby’s touch.

  “All clean.” Coby licked again and again, wetting his skin, claiming him.

  He moaned, rubbing against Coby, body beginning to thrum.

  “Say it, baby. All clean.”

  “Yes, Master. All clean.” He nodded, already forgetting about his face.

  “That’s right. Are you slick for me, baby? Can I fuck you good and hard?” Coby turned him, putting his hands back on the hook.

  He whimpered. He’d forgotten. He’d been so distracted. He hung his head. “I’m sorry, Master. But you can still fuck me good and hard.” Yes, please. Please, he needed that.

  Coby tsked, but kissed his shoulder, dropping down, tongue sliding down his spine. He shivered. “Oh... “ His back arched, giving Coby as much skin to work with as he could.

  Thumbs spread his cheeks, tongue sliding over his hole, wetting him.

  “Master!” Oh. He loved this, loved the care and heat of it, the intimacy.

  The touches got more insistent, sharper, tongue pushing into him. Whimpering, he started to rock, meeting that tongue, meeting the penetration, wanting more.

  That tongue disappeared, just for a second. “Don’t come.”

  “Yes, Master,” he whispered, hands tightening on the hook.

  Coby started fucking him, hard and deep, tongue sliding into him over and over. He shuddered, hips pushing back, Coby’s tongue driving him crazy.

  Coby stood, cock pressing against his hole, pushing hard, slamming into him and giving him no mercy. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation, on the burn and stretch, the feeling of that cock fucking him.

  “You’re mine, baby. Missed you.” Teeth fastened on his nape, biting down.

  He cried out, body on fire. “Yes! Yes, Coby. Yours.”

  Coby groaned, fucking him with deep, hard thrusts, rocking him.

  He had to open his eyes again, to focus on the tiles in front of him, on the way his hands were gripping the hook hard enough to hurt. If he didn’t, the pleasure would overwhelm him, and he would come.

  “Come with me, baby. Want to come together.” One hand scraped down his belly, grabbed his cock.

  “Oh!” His focus snapped back to his body like a rubber band stretched and released. The pleasure did overwhelm him, heat going through him and culminating in an explosion that made him scream as he shot. Coby was so solid behind him, so sure, the heat flooding him.

  The pleasure seemed to ride him for so long and then it dissipated, leaving him heavy and sated, clinging to the hook as his knees went to jelly.

  “Have you eaten today, Walt?” Coby’s voice was rough and close, rasping over his skin.

  He shook his head, eyes closing again as he let Coby fill his senses. So hot behind him and in him and around him. That voice like a firm, rough touch. Warm breath sliding across his neck. “I could not.”

  “Then we will, together. You must care for my Walter. He is most vital to me.”

  Warmth of an entirely different kind filled him and he leaned against Coby. “Yes, Master,” he said softly.

  “I missed you.” The words were so soft, almost inaudible.

  He nodded. “Oh, yes. I missed you, too. I needed you so.”

  “I’m home now.” Coby’s cock slipped out of him. “Let’s eat and then settle for a while. I’m exhausted.”

  “Oh, that won’t do. You go get in bed and I’ll make something special, bring it to you and feed you.” He turned, fingers sliding on Coby’s face, seeing the tiredness in his lover’s eyes.

  “We’ll just order something up and eat together.” Coby leaned into his touch, smiling.

  “If you insist.” He didn’t mind cooking for his lover at all, enjoyed taking care of Coby.

  Coby smiled, turned the water off. “I will leave that decision to you, but you must eat.”

  He was torn between cooking for Coby himself and being able to care for the man a little longer. “I will order something up, Master.”

  “That sounds excellent. I will arrange the vid-feed so we can watch and relax and eat together.”

  “Thank you, Master.” He reached up and kissed the side of Coby’s mouth before sliding out of the shower and drying quickly.

  He had been so unnerved for the last couple of days, but now he was fine again, thanks to Coby.

  Always thanks to Coby.

  ***

  They slept together for most of a day, then Coby woke with a hard cock and a need to play, rolling Walt over and spreading him for a hard, quick, good-morning, let’s-play fuck. Walt moaned, hips rolling back against him, ready for him, wanting him always.

  He didn’t ask, didn’t warn, just pushed in deep, groaning at the clasp of heat around him. Walt’s moan was low and thready, full of need and heat.

  “Mine.” He bit down on Walt’s shoulder, his hands on the headboard. Walt arched, crying out and squeezing his cock hard.

  “Yes. Yes. Mine.” He wasn’t going to last, so he didn’t tease, just slammed in, filled Walt with his seed.

  Walt’s body squeezed him tight again, milking the come from him, making the aftershocks linger.

  “Yours. All yours.”

  He nodded, still moving, working through the sensation, the pleasure. A shiver went through Walt, his lover gasping softly and rocking back into him again.

  He slowly leaned up, hips tilting, pushing into Walt. “What do you feel?”

  “You. So big. Oh, Master. You’re everywhere.”

  “Everywhere. Under your skin, inside you. Everywhere.” Coby nodded, sweat forming.

  “Yes. Master. Oh. Please.” Walt moved beneath him, meeting every thrust, eager.

  Walt was so fine, so pale and perfect beneath him, it drove him crazy. Walt’s back arched, a ripple of pleasure chasing up his back from his ass. Coby chuckled, bent down to follow that line with his tongue. That earned him a moan, Walt writhing beneath him, pushing his spine back toward Coby. He licked again, then let his teeth scrape down the fine skin.

  Walt whimpered, jerked. “Master!”

  “Yes, baby?” He did it again.

  “Oh! So big, Master.” Walt shivered and moaned, body pushing hard into him.

  He bit one shoulder, fingers digging into Walt’s hips.

  “You make me need,” whimpered Walt, body rippling again.

  “Good. I want you to need.” He shifted, pushing hard and deep.

  “Master!” Walt’s voice echoed. “Right there. Oh, please, yes.”

  “Yes. Show me how good it is, baby.” He sped up, pegged that gland over and over.

  Walt’s cries filled the air, body moving on him, begging with every motion. Yes. Yes, perfect. His Walt was perfect. The more he pushed, the more Walt responded, need thick between them. The hairless body shone with sweat, glistening in the light from the window.

  “Soon. Soon, baby. Together, yeah?”

  “Yes, Master. Please.”


  “Yeah. Now, Walt. Come for me.” His balls went tight, drawing up.

  Walt cried out, body shuddering and squeezing him tight. The scent of Walt’s spunk filled the air, strong and musky. He emptied himself into Walt, hips slapping Walt’s ass as he spent. Walt kept moving, dragging out the pleasure, making it last.

  “Love...” He leaned down, touching, petting.

  Walt whimpered, pushing into his hands, face turning, eyes glittering at him. He took a kiss, hard and deep, telling Walt everything. Walt just melted beneath him, those eyes going soft, giving it all back to him.

  Yes. That was what he needed, what he wanted. Walt twisted beneath him, arm coming up to wrap around his neck. To hold on. He cuddled in, nodded. Yeah. Hold on.

  Tight.

  Chapter Four

  Rannalin

  Gus walked along the clean, white sidewalk, a little swagger in his step.

  For one thing, he was in his leathers, pants tight enough to show how large he was, vest tight, clinging to his pecs, and showing off the muscles of his arms. Big old stomper boots. He looked fucking hot.

  But the main reason?

  Right next to him. His Bastian. Also dressed in leather, dark and soft like butter, clinging to the long, slender form, the long hair loose, falling nearly to Bastian’s ass.

  The buildings at the center of Rannalin were fantastic, rising high into the sky with spikes and spires and domes, fancy carving and steelwork at street level drawing the eye. The stores were open to the street, with music and sensational displays. There was art on every corner, inviting comment. But today everyone was looking at Gus’ lover. And getting growls from him for their trouble. “Mine.”

  Bastian smiled and nodded to people they passed, but mostly focused on the shiny and bright objects displayed in the shops, either oblivious or teasing, Gus wasn’t sure which.

  They were going to get the rings for his lover’s nipples, though he was seriously considering having “property of Augustus Jacks” tattooed on his lover instead. Gus could hardly blame anyone; after all, Bastian was his beautiful peacock, his blouse silky and shimmering with purples, his blue pants quite tight.

  Still, Gus glowered at anyone who came too close.

  Eventually they arrived at the shop where the work was going to be done. “I should sell tickets,” he grumbled as a number of eyes watched them go in.