“Good. Then you know how it feels.”
They stared at each other, Ky’s blood heating to a breaking point, his Shareem physiology straining for release. Aiden’s wary look deepened.
“What do you want to do, Ky? End our friendship? Pretend we don’t have feelings for each other, stay on opposite ends of the apartment? We only have one bathroom, that could get tricky.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“So are you. You haven’t released, I can tell. If you don’t pull down your pants and yank yourself, you’re going to explode.”
“You do it,” Ky said suddenly.
Aiden stopped. “What?”
Ky tore at the laces of his leggings. “Go down on me. Suck me off. Whatever you want to call it.”
“You’re back to begging me again. Color me confused.”
Ky pulled off his tunic, baring his burning torso to the cool air of the apartment. “I want your mouth on me. If you want me so bad, do it.”
He knew he was being reckless, but his unreleased body and the emotions milling through him weren’t letting him think straight any more. Shareem weren’t supposed to have strong emotions like hate, fear, love—the scientists at DNAmo had tried their best to breed them out. Shareem still had them, but their bodies had been programmed to suppress them with unfocused thoughts or distractions—but mostly with sex.
If a Shareem grew very, very angry the energy would release by making him want sex, even more sex than perpetually horny Shareem usually wanted. This facing facts with Aiden was driving Ky’s already needing body insane.
It would be all right, he reasoned. Aiden would do nothing more than a woman would. Perhaps that was why the pain had remained suppressed. Aiden had done nothing more than Brianne had done—kissed him and licked his cock and used hands on him.
If he stuck to what Brianne would do, everything would be all right.
Ky tossed aside his leggings and stood naked in the middle of the room. His skin was hot, sweat beading on his brow, the ends of his hair brushing his backside.
Aiden stripped off too. He didn’t need to, but Ky got lost in appreciating his genetically sculpted body and the cock that went on for miles. How could the idiots at DNAmo take away a Shareem’s appreciation for the beauty of another Shareem?
Aiden cradled Ky’s face in his hands and gave him a deep, level one kiss, all slow, sensual moves and a tongue that knew how to please. Ky bit Aiden’s lower lip, not playfully but hard to show him what level three could do.
Aiden gave a throaty laugh. He slid his hands down Ky’s torso as he sank to his knees and guided Ky into his mouth.
Oh yes, oh gods.
Ky twisted Aiden’s long hair in his fingers, pulling his mouth harder onto him. Aiden had a magic tongue, circling Ky’s sensitive tip. Aiden knew exactly where Ky liked it, because that was probably where Aiden liked it—under the tip, down the sides, at the base near his balls.
He nibbled his way up and down Ky’s shaft then took it in his mouth again, continuing the magic. He used his tongue and his lips and his teeth, so practiced and fine that Ky wondered if Aiden had done this with another Shareem. Jealousy flared, confirming that what he felt wasn’t simple I need to get off lust.
“Bastard,” Ky whispered. “You’ve been practicing on someone.”
Aiden withdrew to laugh. “No, but I’ve been thinking about this a long time.”
He thrust his hand between Ky’s legs and played with his balls, circling each with thumb and finger and squeezing gently. Ky moaned. This was more than perfect. Aiden slid his mouth over Ky again, and Ky moved his hips, thrusting into Aiden’s mouth.
When Aiden let Ky go and stood up, Ky almost died. He knew his body temperature was way over danger levels and he could barely see. “What the fuck…?”
Aiden returned instantly with a bottle of oil in his hands, and Ky smiled. Aiden was a master with oil.
He barely registered the tangy smell of the oil that Aiden stroked over Ky’s balls. His slick palm moved behind Ky’s sac, lifting and caressing it. Then Ky rode back into Aiden’s mouth as Aiden continued to play.
Ky held him by the nape of the neck, willing him to suck harder, harder. He heard the words come out of his mouth and Aiden’s muffled laughter.
He felt Aiden’s slick fingers move between his thighs and up to his buttocks, then a gentle prodding of his anal star. Ky moved his feet apart willingly and let out a sigh when Aiden’s long finger slid into Ky’s ass.
“Yes,” he said, his voice already broken. “Just like that, lover boy.”
Aiden squeezed Ky’s backside in response, his beautiful finger moving in and out. Ky had used butt plugs and his own fingers plenty, not to mention women’s fingers and tongues—and ladies enjoying fucking their Shareem with toys made for the purpose.
But he’d never had his best friend touch him and fill him, especially with that level one I know exactly how to please you skill.
“More,” he begged. “More please.”
Here was Ky, the smart-ass level three Shareem, the big bad Dom, begging his roommate to please push in more fingers and don’t stop what you’re doing to my cock.
Aiden parted Ky’s cheeks and acquiesced to the silent plea by sliding a second finger in. Ky felt stretched and good, automatically relaxing and pulling in Aiden’s fingers.
What would I do without this man in my life? I might have died tonight, being too stupid to release myself before I passed out.
Maybe I’ll let Aiden release me every time.
When Aiden slid a third finger in, Ky shouted out loud. He didn’t care—they’d spent money soundproofing their walls. It was a Shareem house after all.
He felt his climax coming for him, felt his extremities tingling as the blood rushed to his hot and heavy erection. Aiden’s sweet, soothing touch went on and on in his ass, and he suddenly understood what Brianne had felt when Aiden had pushed inside her.
Delirious joy.
He came. He must have slammed Aiden against him, but he didn’t really remember. When the darkness cleared he was flat on his back on the carpet, Aiden’s fingers still carefully inside him. His cock was wet with come, and by the smug smile on Aiden’s face, he’d sucked some down before Ky had fallen.
“That’s it, big guy,” Aiden said. “Release.”
He rubbed his fingers a few more times in Ky’s ass before he slowly withdrew.
No. Not enough. Not by a long shot.
Ky grabbed Aiden and kissed him. Aiden laughed against Ky’s mouth, cocky bastard.
“I want you inside me,” Ky informed him. “Your cock in me, fucking me.”
Aiden stopped, laughter dying. “Are you sure?”
“Damn sure. Do it.”
Aiden reached for the bottle of oil, his hand shaking. “You’ll have to bend over something.”
“I know how it’s done.”
Ky got himself off the floor, grabbed the pillows off the sofas and arranged them to cradle his body over the end of one of them. He shook in excitement as he positioned himself, wanting Aiden more than he’d wanted anything in his life.
The scent of spice wafted to him as Aiden oiled up. “Want to do this in your bedroom?”
“No, I want it right here. Get on with it.”
Aiden chuckled. “Or what, you’ll punish me?”
“I just might.”
The truth was Ky feared he’d balk if they took the time to go into the bedroom. So far he hadn’t felt the warning twinge, and he wanted to get this done before anything could change his mind.
He spread his legs, knowing exactly how far was needed to open himself up. Ladies loved to use a wand on him, and he’d helped women use them on Aiden. But Aiden’s presence behind him was far different than a cold, inanimate wand. Aiden’s Shareem heat covered him, and his hand on Ky’s backside made his just-released cock grow hard again.
“Lots of lube,” Aiden said in a low voice.
His hand, cool with scented lube, rubbed o
ver Ky’s skin and into his hole until Ky knew his ass was shiny with it. Glancing back, he watched Aiden rub the lube over his own jutting cock. His big, beautiful dark cock that would soon fill Ky.
“Ready?” Aiden asked.
“I’ve been ready.”
Aiden laughed softly. He positioned his tip at Ky’s needy opening and very gently pressed it inside.
Aiden’s huge Shareem cock inside him at last. Ky almost cried except he wanted to laugh out loud for the joy of it.
“Gods, I’ve waited so long to have this,” he breathed.
“Yeah, I’ve been waiting too,” Aiden replied.
Inch by slow inch, Aiden pushed himself in. Ky groaned in sheer pleasure, the sorrows of all the years melting at the feel of his lover inside him. “Like that. Don’t stop doing that.”
“No problem. Anyone ever tell you you’re a tight ass?”
Ky closed his eyes. “Hey, I live to squeeze.”
“No complaints from me. Have I ever told you I love you?”
Ky growled. “Gods damn your perfect Shareem face and your talented lance of a cock.”
Aiden laughed, his hips now pressed against Ky’s ass, the wiry curls tickling Ky’s skin. “Does that mean you love me too?”
“It means I’m going to regret this.”
Aiden’s voice went soft. “No regrets, Ky. It’s always been you and me.” He rested his warm hand on Ky’s back, filling him all the way.
“You and me,” Ky repeated. Through the long months of raw survival, of later discovering they could make a living with their powers, of sharing a dump, then a lesser dump, and now this place. Aiden laughing off troubles that left Ky moody, his Shareem skills massaging Ky back into smiles.
Everything culminated in this moment with Aiden buried inside him, his stiffness deep and hard in him. Ky knew nothing in the world would ever feel this good—ever.
Aiden leaned down and licked Ky’s back. “Guess I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love you. Want me to pump, or just fill you?”
The words shot his memories back to a place long ago, before Aiden had come into his life. A man with dark red hair, his Shareem eyes languid, had asked Ky the same question. His warm weight had covered Ky’s back, just as Aiden’s did now.
He should tell Aiden. But Ky hadn’t been able to talk about him or even think clearly about what had happened without triggering the pain centers. Even now, he wasn’t sure…
And just like that, the tingle began sharp in his arm. More than just a warning, a true shooting of pain that told him he’d overplayed his hand, and he was going to pay.
“No,” he whispered. “No, let me have this.”
But you couldn’t reason with nanotechnology because it was even less human than Shareem. Nano-computers didn’t drink with their friends or watch digitals or fall in love with the wrong people.
Aiden misunderstood. “I’m letting you have it, sweetheart. Don’t fight me.” He held Ky’s hips and eased himself even deeper inside.
The tingle switched abruptly into all-out rip-open-the-guts pain. “Get out,” he shouted.
“What?” Aiden’s touch stilled. “What’s wrong?”
“Get out of me!”
“Does it hurt? I’ll make it stop.” He began caressing Ky’s back with a stroke that any other time would melt him.
“No, damn you, get out of me, now.”
Startled, Aiden backed away, the slick lubricants letting him slide out easily and noiselessly. “Ky…”
Ky stood up, pain stabbing him so hard he wanted to vomit. “Stay away, don’t touch me.”
Aiden’s confusion turned to hurt and then anger. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
The pain receded the slightest bit but didn’t go away. “Just stay away from me.”
Ky stumbled to his bedroom and inside. Before he slammed the door behind him, he saw Aiden in the middle of the living room, his cock straight out and slick with oils, a look of outrage on his face. “Ky. You fucking tease…”
The door closed and Ky collapsed against it, willing the cool of the metal to penetrate his broiling skin. He hit the lock and sank to the floor, tears and blood spilling from his eyes.
Chapter Twelve
Consequences
Brianne roused herself from her doze as her console chimed. She’d been blissfully groggy all morning ever since Aiden had left her near her compound and patted her on the rear before fading into the shadows.
She was sorry Ky hadn’t returned and a little worried about it as well. Aiden assured her he sometimes did that—up and walked away without a word.
Shareem weren’t exactly about commitment, Aiden had explained. Out of all the Shareem, Rees and Rio and a level one called Brandt were the only ones who’d found a lady for life, although Aiden also told her about Maia, the only female Shareem, who now lived out in the desert canyons with Rylan, a level two.
But Brianne’s encounter with Shareem was over. She hoped Aiden would tell Ky the truth and the two of them would be happy. She herself needed to give up daydreaming, put Aiden and Ky behind her and get back to work.
Today she’d begin her mission to make Shareem more than second-class citizens. At the very least, she could give them the freedom to leave the planet, a ridiculous restriction made by people who feared Shareem would run off and breed more Shareem.
Brianne was determined to help. She owed it to Aiden and Ky for waking her up and showing her the shallowness of her life. She owed it to them for last night, which had revealed a world of joy she would have turned her back on in ignorance. There was nothing shameful and disgusting about what she’d done—the night had been beautiful from beginning to end.
She would pay them back in the only way she knew how. After the endless meetings to soothe her staff about the change in wedding plans, she would contact Talan d’Urvey and confab with her about how to help the Shareem.
She raised her head now and touched the console to answer the interrupting call. “Yes?”
The screen remained a blank, soft gray. “You don’t know me,” a cultured male voice said. “And you will not be able to trace this call, so do not bother to try.”
“Who is this?”
In light of what she’d done last night she worried that this was an anonymous reporter come to make her life difficult. Brianne d’Aroth becomes a submissive to a level three Shareem. Details at eleven.
“My name is Baine,” the voice said. “I am a computer. The professor I work for has an urgent message for your ears only.”
She had never heard of a computer called Baine. The voice sounded far more sophisticated than normal voice-commanded computers—if indeed it was a computer and not a human trying to be funny.
She touched the off key, but to her surprise the screen remained lit. “Who is this?” she repeated, an edge to her voice.
“Baine. B-A-I-N-E. You can hear me, can’t you? I am sure the connection is good.”
“The connection is fine. But I’m still not certain who you are.”
“That doesn’t matter. My message is important. You have been with two Shareem called Aiden and Ky?”
Brianne answered cautiously. “Is that your business?”
“I am not here to chastise you, blackmail you, report you or pass judgment on you. My mistress’s concern is only for Aiden and Ky. Are they perchance with you?”
“No.” That at least was true.
“No one responds at their dwelling,” Baine said. “It is imperative I speak to them.”
She grew alarmed. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“How to put this? My employer, who shall remain unnamed, became worried when Rio told her that Aiden and Ky were—ahem—exploring a new sort of relationship beyond what Shareem usually do.”
“A new sort of relationship?” Her heart thumped. She still wasn’t certain whether to trust this computer, although if Rio had been talking to its owner, it might be all right. But then again, this might be a patroller trying to get enough evi
dence to arrest Aiden and Ky again. Silence was the best recourse.
Baine went on. “I know you know what I mean. But she says they mustn’t. If they persist, they could be in great danger, especially Ky.”
Brianne rose. “Why?”
“I do not know the precise nature of the danger, but my employer is worried. It is best you find Ky and tell him to contact Baine. He’ll know who you mean. I’ll be waiting.”
The screen went dark, the voice gone.
Brianne’s heart raced. Danger? How? She wished the computer had been a little more precise.
She tried to trace the call, but even the state-of-the-art equipment in her compound couldn’t do it. Whoever Baine was and whoever he worked for, he had effectively blocked all paths to his location.
She pressed her finger to her intercom and brought up her head guard. “Harbourgh,” she said crisply. “Have my transport prepared right away. I’m going down to Pas City.”
* * * * *
Aiden had just begun his third ale when Brianne d’Aroth rushed in the door of Judith’s bar.
She was dressed in upper-class finery, her robes bearing the colors of the ruling clan. No masks, no hiding her identity, just Brianne hurrying into Judith’s in a whirl of silk.
Calder sat at the table with Aiden, keeping to the shadows as usual. When Brianne saw Aiden and ran to him, Calder casually pulled up the cloths that hid his face.
Brianne didn’t notice him, which was strange in itself. Every woman noticed Calder.
“Aiden, where is Ky?” she asked breathlessly.
Aiden pushed away his ale. His cock still throbbed from the sweet tightness of Ky’s ass, and his heart still ached at Ky’s furious rejection. He’d come here to pour ale down his throat and try to erase the pain.
“Last I heard, locked in his room,” Aiden said. “He can stay there as far as I’m concerned.”
“Someone named Baine is trying to call him. He said he couldn’t get Ky at home.”
“Baine?” Aiden asked, staring.
Baine was a computer made by a former DNAmo scientist called Dr. Laas. Dr. Laas’ brilliance had first created the Shareem, but unlike the other experimenters who worked at the factory, Dr. Laas had always been on the Shareem’s side. Her work had been outlawed and so had she, and she now hid out in a lavish underground complex run by an ultra-sophisticated computer called Baine.
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