“You need that, don’t you? But the only way to get what you want is to open that mouth wide. Take what I give you and swallow it down. Understand?” The silky command underlying Drekk’s question prodded the submissive tendencies buried deep in Ryen’s psyche.
To his astonishment, the menace in Drekk’s voice aroused him even more. Ryen nodded, too much in need and overpowered by whatever Drekk had given him to think straight. He felt Drekk manoeuvre over him. Operating on feeling, he opened his mouth wide.
Something brushed his lips and pushed through.
Drekk’s cock.
Ryen’s Handler would have been repulsed. Men and women copulated for pleasure, but men who used men were perverted, unclean. Such had been drilled into Ryen the one and only time he’d questioned same sex couplings. Despite his Handler’s teachings, the impulse to push a male away didn’t come. Whether Ryen’s acceptance was due to the mutual pleasure he expected or not, he didn’t know. A surprising need to take what was offered shook him. He pulled harder on the chains binding him tight and closed his mouth around Drekk, sucking as he did so.
Drekk groaned and released Ryen’s shaft. “Just so you know, my saliva would work as well to heal you, but in such small quantities it would take forever to restore you.” Ryen half heard what he said, his focus entirely on the foreign, but sweet flesh in his mouth. The more he tasted, the greater his thirst. He sucked, pulling on the shaft with lips and tongue. Drekk withdrew, then pushed back in, a light thrust that surged a fraction deeper. Ryen grunted and sucked him harder, and Drekk pushed in so hard he nearly gagged.
“Take it all,” Drekk said thickly. “Like this.” He took Ryen back in his mouth, cupping his balls with his hand. The pleasure extreme, Ryen mimicked everything Drekk did with his mouth. They surged inside one another, mouths and tongues sucking and licking.
Ryen didn’t understand why or how, but the fury normally balled up inside him began to dissipate even as his hunger to release grew. Drekk fucked his mouth while Ryen arched up into the ecstasy of Drekk’s warmth. Moans and grunts circulated between them, animalistic need building as finesse was lost under raw hunger.
Time seemed to stand still as they exchanged pleasure.
Ryen sucked especially hard. With a low groan Drekk spewed, his seed rushing down Ryen’s throat. Excited by the taste of Drekk’s passion, Ryen continued to swallow as he bucked under Drekk’s persuasive tongue. Those hard, callused hands cupping and massaging his balls teased at his thighs, his ass.
And then Drekk stunned him by sliding a finger towards Ryen’s anus. Drekk swirled his tongue along the base of Ryen’s cockhead, and with a particularly hard suck, shoved the tip of his finger between Ryen’s cheeks. The intrusion shocked Ryen past control. Forcing Drekk’s cock from his mouth, he caught his breath as ecstasy crashed over him. Drekk pushed his finger in deeper, triggering the desired effect.
Coming hard, Ryen exploded down Drekk’s throat. Shoving deeper when that small finger inched higher, Ryen strained against the chains holding him tight, trying to get as deep as he could into Drekk’s perfect mouth.
Moments later, when he could think again, calm settled over him. Ryen could only lay there, his eyes glued shut, his mind and body lethargic.
“Sleep now. You’ll be better by morning.” A soft touch caressed his forehead, the press of hard lips warm with passion. The need for rest overtook him, and within moments Ryen fell asleep, at peace for the first time in his short life.
Chapter Two
Drekk frowned at Ryen’s slumbering form and left before he succumbed to temptation and joined him in bed. He grabbed a set of clothes, dressed and headed out the door, sealing the unconscious male inside.
For the past few weeks he’d watched and waited, wondering how long Ryen might take before asking for help. He should have known better. Erin, Ryen’s sister, had told him as much. But he’d thought he could outwait the stubborn male.
“Why the hell live in pain if you don’t have to?” Granted, Drekk doubted Ryen had considered a blow job as a means to heal. His dick twitched, feeling Ryen’s mouth all over again. Good night, but he hadn’t expected to feel any of that. The sexual frenzy Drekk had anticipated. He’d felt a furious attraction from the minute he’d laid eyes on Ryen. Though Ryen avoided any subject pertaining to his own needs, Drekk wasn’t unaware of the lingering stares Ryen gave him when he thought no one was watching. But the quagmire of feeling accompanying his physical reaction... Drekk didn’t know what to make of it.
He’d experienced much in the millennia of his existence, but never such chemistry with another. Perhaps that explains it. Chemical attraction. Drekk also couldn’t ignore the empathy he felt for Ryen. He’d seen Ryen tear men apart, had witnessed the male injured, nearly dead, which brought back memories of Drekk’s first time away from the labs, a memory he quickly suppressed.
Freedom always came at a price, Drekk reminded himself as he entered his rover and manually drove to his associate’s house. He needed distance, time to get his mind off of Ryen and back on his job. His friend and partner, Rafe of Mardu, was an undercover peacemaker who used the cover of Cheltam, a criminal with connections the System wide. As only one of a handful of people who knew what Drekk truly was, Rafe held a coveted tenet of trust. The rest of the System wouldn’t hesitate to kill a hated Creation—a being not born from under the gods’ watchful eyes, but by mans’ clumsy hands.
The current standing order among both civilians and peacemakers mandated certain annihilation of any and all Creations. The System council had justification for enacting such a decree. Years before Drekk’s time, scientists on planet Eyra created beings meant to serve the greater good. Instead, those same ‘Creations’ had turned into genius, raving psychotics that killed half the planet’s inhabitants and began a takeover of the System. The Eyran War of 2845 had ended badly for all involved, with the Creations and their Creators deemed the biggest losers.
The war and the law hadn’t stopped the scientists on Eyra from producing more Creations. Those handful who’d survived from Drekk’s generation blended into the populace, unlike Ryen and his family. He and his sisters had the eye and skin colour that could only belong to an artificial being. Not to mention Ryen’s sheer size and strength, which topped even that of most Raggas.
Memories of Ryen’s power stirred Drekk’s libido, and he worked to suppress the unwanted desire that continued to plague him whenever he thought about the troublesome male. His skin itched, his temples throbbed and his loins burned with an unnatural hunger; the plague of his ‘Created’ existence. Sometimes it hit harder than others. His fierce attraction to Ryen wasn’t helping matters, but Drekk resolved to push past it. He had more control than this.
Breathing deeply, he called on the meditation techniques that helped him sate the beast within. Though thoughts of Ryen still plagued him, he managed to accept his physical attraction and desire, forcing himself to be patient. Grumbling under his breath, he welcomed the rover’s sudden deceleration in speed.
The rover pulled in front of the Cheltam residence. Located in one of Tekar’s greater slums, the north-eastern sector of the small province catered to the criminal element.
Cheltam fit in right at home. The area around the street remained empty, though plenty of eyes watched his progress as Drekk made his way into Rafe’s secure mausoleum. After several twists and turns, Drekk found the study and entered unannounced.