Clan and Commit (Clan Beginnings Book 7)

by Tracy St. John

  Vax’s kiss was soft but intense. Staring into Bacoj’s eyes, he said, “You are perfection, you know that? You’re not going to let me put career first after all.”

  “You don’t have to. I’ll do whatever it takes so you can be clanned and have your restaurant.” Bacoj pulled him in tight and nibbled his lower lip. “I want you to be happy. I want to be the Dramok who makes you happy.”

  “You’re off to an amazing start.” Vax rubbed against him, making him harder. Bringing Bacoj’s more demanding nature to the fore. “What about that bath now?”

  Vax discovered that Bacoj was in no hurry for a bath. Instead, the Dramok pushed against him while they kissed, prodding him backward insistently until Vax was pressed against the wall. Pinned between hard plaster and equally hard male, Vax had no choice but to surrender to those thorough, mind-stealing kisses. Bacoj’s hands were all over him, asserting his dominance by making Vax weak with arousal. In the matter of a few weeks, the Dramok had learned what crumbled the Imdiko’s defenses.

  Vax was so enthralled by the erotic mauling that he didn’t realize he was being undressed until those rough fingers and palms encountered bare skin. His breaths coming in abbreviated gasps, Vax clutched at Bacoj’s clothes, pulling to get them off.

  Something slid around his wrists, tightening them together. Startled, he jerked free enough from Bacoj’s insistence to find he’d been cuffed. Chuckling, the Dramok stretched Vax’s arms over his head, attaching the short chain between them to a hook he’d not noticed was there.

  Trapped, Vax could only writhe and moan as Bacoj explored him minutely. He melted under those knowing strokes from fingers and tongue, jolted from pinches and nips, whimpered under kisses that grew hotter and more violent. With every touch, he was claimed by the bigger man, forced to acknowledge his helplessness against the insistent assault.

  “Who’s my good boy?” Bacoj asked, stroking Vax’s primary with strength that stopped just short of pain. He pinched the Imdiko’s nipple, setting Vax up on his toes. “Who wants to make his lover happy?”

  “I do.” Small touches of hurt excited Vax more than mere bliss could. “Whatever you want, Dramok.”

  “Are you going to behave for me? Will you do as you’re told?”

  Vax was the older of the pair by three years. Yet in that moment, confronted by his lover’s forcefulness, he felt very small. Very much the fledgling compared to Bacoj. He bowed before that impulse.

  “I’ll be good for you,” he promised in a whisper.

  Bacoj rewarded him with one of his amazing, toe-curling kisses. “Show me.”

  He unhooked Vax’s arms, but kept his wrists cuffed. Vax sank to his knees before him. He undid Bacoj’s pants, pushing them down so the Dramok’s cocks jutted before him.

  He curled his fingers around the secondary, gripping it between his palms, rubbing it with plenty of pressure to please the Dramok without asserting any demand that might get him into trouble. At the same time, he mouthed the larger shaft, tasting the spicy musk exuding from it. He watched Bacoj’s face as he did so, observing to catch any sign of pleasure or displeasure.

  Bacoj smiled down at him, his hands on his hips. “Very nice, Vax. Keep going.”

  The Imdiko did so, enclosing the tip and its pearlescent drop in his mouth. He moved over the hot flesh, consuming more with each stroke until he was forced to swallow. His nose bumped Bacoj’s groin as he absorbed him entirely.

  Bacoj sighed, the sound blissful. He cupped Vax’s head with his palm, rocking his hips back and forth, setting the pace. He held him in place, his length shoved down Vax’s throat, until the Imdiko gagged. When he did, Bacoj groaned and drew back, pre-cum spurting on Vax’s tongue.

  When his cocks gave a warning twitch, Bacoj pulled out. “That was a nice start. You can run our bath now.”

  Vax crawled to the tub and set the water jets. As he held his hand in one of the streams, waiting for the temperature to meet his wishes, Bacoj caressed his buttocks.

  “Legs apart.”

  Vax obeyed. Bacoj reached between his thighs to pull on his sexes in turn. The heat which had simmered while he’d sucked his lover’s shaft turned fiery in an instant. Vax trembled as Bacoj played with him. When he said, “Drain close,” so the tub could fill, his voice came out higher than usual.

  “Stay where you are,” Bacoj ordered and left him on his hands and knees at the basin’s rim. He went to the gift bag and rummaged through its contents.

  Vax thought of the items the Dramok could choose to use on him. His pulse throbbed in his shafts as he wondered what Bacoj would select. He could have peeked, but the thrall of the moment kept him from doing so. Though he normally liked to assert subtle control, not knowing what was coming in the next few minutes excited him.

  I trust Bacoj. That makes all the difference.

  The tub had filled. Vax ordered the water off but kept the jets on to churn it.

  “Into the tub, Imdiko.” Bacoj returned and lined up implements of pleasure on the rim, along with a pillow.

  Trembling, Vax slid into the warm water. He watched as the Dramok stripped, displaying his lovely physique. Bacoj was truly a stunning man, with a chiseled chest, trim abdominal muscles, sculpted arms and thighs. His lengths, thick and ready, were perfectly formed.

  Bacoj stepped into the tub and sat. He grabbed the first item from the bag. “Come here.”

  Vax knelt between his spread thighs, accepting the ball gag Bacoj put in his mouth. He turned to allow the other man to buckle it in place. He might have told his lover that his mood that night ensured he wouldn’t try to talk Bacoj into doing things his way, but he wanted the Dramok’s control. For once, Vax had no need to scheme the situation into a particular outcome. He offered no attempt to resist when his wrists were bound at the small of his back.

  “Face me. Up so I can put the sleeve on you.”

  On his knees, Vax straightened himself to be as tall as he could. He shivered in anticipation as Bacoj slid a waterproof, motorized dual sex sleeve over his lengths. The Dramok switched it on, and the innermost sheaths slowly, steadily pulled at his flesh, slightly vibrating as they did so. He groaned.

  “I’m glad you like it. Now sit while I wash you.”

  What followed was the most sensuous bathing Vax had ever experienced. From head to toe, Bacoj washed him with a thoroughness that left every inch of his body tingling. Even so, Vax found it surprisingly difficult to relax into the care—that constant tugging on his shafts gained greater importance to him as he was painstakingly cleansed. It rendered Bacoj’s touch more erotic with each passing second, heightening Vax’s hunger for sex.

  Secondly, his Imdiko nature insisted he should be offering such a level of care. It was challenging to receive all the attention while being unable to respond in kind. Uncomfortable. Prevented from seeing to Bacoj’s needs was a strange sort of torment that made Vax strain against the cuffs binding his wrists. He chewed the ball between his teeth impatiently.

  “Up, beautiful man. Go to the edge of the tub and lean over it.” Bacoj’s grip at the nape of his neck guided him so he could obey. Vax’s cheek pressed against the rough carpet until the Dramok placed a pillow under his head. His buttocks draped over the side of the basin. Bacoj caressed them, then soaped them with the same meticulous attentiveness he’d given the rest of the Imdiko.

  He was more scrupulous when he cleansed Vax’s hole. The Imdiko’s legs jerked, splashing water as intense sensations joined those of his sheathed cocks. Bacoj’s fingers worked soap over and within him, setting off enthusiastic groans. He rinsed him as intimately, using a nozzle with a hose attachment to erase all traces of soap.

  Vax shivered at the sensation of Bacoj’s rough tongue licking him. The sleeves rubbing over his shafts, while no more insistent, reached a new level of delight. His hips bucked uncontrollably as thrills coursed through him. Each touch was electric and Bacoj chuckled as he pinned Vax to keep him still for the attention.

  When the Imdiko’
s every exhale came with a whimper or moan, Bacoj reached for the sensitizing lubricating gel and sheath still waiting to be used. Vax shook with anticipation as he listened to the sounds behind him. The sheath was a different sort than what he wore. Its skin was thin, so that Bacoj would still feel most of the delight of plunging into Vax. However, there were a line of hard nubs along the length, nubs that would rub the Imdiko’s prostate as Bacoj fucked him. The sound of gel squirting, of Bacoj’s groan as he rubbed it on his sheathed length, made him groan too. The Dramok wiped the excess on Vax’s hole.

  Pressure there. Bacoj was pushing in. Taking him. Vax felt each fraction of the entry, the gel doing its work to enhance the sensation. The other man’s sigh filled his ears as he filled his ass.

  The first nub rubbed Vax’s hotspot, and a jolt of liquid heat shot through his sexes. He lurched, his yell muffled by the gag. Bacoj covered him with himself, holding him helpless with his weight as he burrowed in deeper.

  Another demanding throb of friction raised the hair on Vax’s body. And another. Molten bliss consumed him as the nubby line of Bacoj’s sheath bore down on his prostate. The Imdiko writhed under the ecstatic torment, his cocks jerking constant warnings.

  It wasn’t quite sufficient to set him off, however. Bacoj rutted him at a deliberate pace, just enough to make Vax crazy with the need to climax. A climax he couldn’t achieve right away. The sheaths working his shafts moved too slowly, as did his lover. He was driven to the brink, but he couldn’t come.

  After several minutes of excruciating rapture, Vax began pleading, his garbled words unrecognizable around the gag. Tears wet the pillow beneath his face as he strained to move against Bacoj, to somehow force his tormentor to give him release.

  Bacoj gave no sign he noticed the Imdiko’s desperation. His movements remained languorous, his pace unhurried as he pumped in and out of Vax’s tight warmth. He fucked him as if he’d take all night before he’d allow either of them to orgasm.

  Time slipped past with excruciating slowness. Still, Bacoj fucked and fucked and fucked Vax, sighing with unhurried satisfaction. None of the Imdiko’s attempts for gratification allowed him release. Exhausted from his efforts, he finally stilled, lying helpless and aching with need as Bacoj continued to leisurely enjoy him. He had no choice but to surrender to his lover’s preference to go slow, though it drove him crazy.

  As the minutes continued to pass, he realized the pressure in his cocks was building. Despite the slow pace, he climbed toward orgasm. He was young, his body eager to find pleasure no matter how it was granted. Every delicious tug on his shafts by the sleeves grew in intensity. Every thrust that sent Bacoj’s studded length against his cumspot felt more acute than the last. Rapture crept closer on silent feet, eyeing him hungrily as it poised to strike.

  Closer. Heat climbing his primary shaft, working its way toward eruption. Vax’s entire being focused on that growing excitement, his concentration narrowed on the rising level of molten desire. Release inching ever nearer, needing only a few more thrusts to send him over, to grant him salvation…

  A powerful spasm seized his groin, a muscular contraction that made him grunt with its strength. Then brightness bloomed deep within, blinding in its intensity as seething rapture burst from his primary. Ecstatic surges, waves of purest delight, jolted free, draining him of the awful tension that had built so high. Vax moaned in rhythm with each blissful release, vaguely aware of Bacoj’s drawn out groan that announced his climax.

  Vax’s cocks throbbed for a long while, even after he’d been emptied of every drop of seed. Bacoj continued to rock inside him, urging the last mote of ecstasy from the trembling Imdiko. When at last his whimpers quieted, Bacoj halted. He sighed, rubbing Vax’s shoulders.

  “I guess this room isn’t so bad after all,” the Dramok said.

  * * * *

  Karil stood in the darkness fingering his favorite knife, wondering if he should curse or thank the ancestors. He wasn’t a superstitious man, but he marveled at seeming destiny goading him into action. What else but fate could have sent him such a chance?

  Catching sight of Vax and his Dramok screwing buddy in the middle of Ler earlier had been a shock. What were those two doing on Dantovon, the planet Karil had chosen to be exiled to, if not delivered to him by providence?

  The moon had gone down, and shadows pooled deeply on the street where Karil stood, undetected by the few who passed him. He stared in disbelieving hatred at the inn across the lane, where he’d followed the Imdiko who’d ruined his life.

  For a moment, the shimmering white façade of the inn doubled. Then it trebled. He blinked, forcing the view into normalcy. His nose wrinkled, not from the fetid smells coming from the nearby jungle, but at the raw scent of the sweat streaming from his pores. He wore the stench of sickness. Drug sickness, to be specific.

  He was just emerging from the worst of withdrawal from Elate. He’d not been able to score before leaving Kalquor. By the time he’d reached Dantovon, he’d been too ill to do more than rasp his lodgings’ address to the shuttle service pilot. He didn’t even remember making it to the room, where he’d collapsed on the sleeping mat to drift through days of pain and incoherent nightmares.

  His joints continued to ache, but he was no longer bedridden. The injuries he’d suffered from the backroom beatdown—as well as other painful, humiliating acts done to him—were healing. That evening, he’d been well enough to shamble through the hectic streets of Ler to have a few drinks to take the edge off withdrawal and choke down half a bowl of stew. He’d reasoned after he recovered some of his strength, he’d find a dealer to sell him the only reason for living now.

  He’d been staring dully at the lane beside the outdoor café when the miracle had occurred. Like a remnant of the withdrawal-fueled hallucinations that had swamped Karil only hours ago, Vax had appeared in the teeming crowd, his stupid face rendered stupider by awe as he gaped at his surroundings. As if fickle Fortune had taken pity on Karil, deeming his shattered pride worthy of a second chance to be recovered, she’d offered him the only worthwhile sacrifice. Had brought it mere feet from where he’d sat, stunned with disbelief.

  Yet Karil was in no shape to face off with Vax and his pal. Thanks to withdrawal, he needed at least another couple of days before he could hope to best even an Imdiko taken by surprise. It had been necessary to simply follow them that night, to keep them in sight until he discovered where they were staying.

  He didn’t dare indulge in Elate now, though the ache to do so set his teeth on edge. Not when destiny had taken such a turn. He had to stay straight long enough to make Vax pay for his crimes. Only when that smug Imdiko lay dead could Karil return to his last pleasure in life.

  How long would the young shitheads remain in Ler? That was the big question.

  At least a few more days. By then, I’ll be able to take the murdering bastard down. If I can catch him alone, I’ll be able to take the full measure of revenge.

  Not only for Huk, but for what Karil’s backstabbing Dramok had ordered done to him. Vax owed Karil more with each passing second. More hurt. More blood. More screams for mercy before Karil stopped his heart for good. All the indignities the Nobek had suffered, Vax would be forced to endure twice over. Then he’d die as Huk had, but far more slowly. Far more painfully.

  Karil couldn’t let this unforeseen opportunity to salvage his tattered dignity disappear. He had to make Vax pay.

  I have time. It’s clear they haven’t been here more than a day. Two, at the most. I’ll keep track of them until I’m ready.

  Though his vision doubled again and he drooped with fatigue, Karil grinned. They had no idea he was here. They’d enjoy their little holiday with no glimmer of how badly it was going to end. How death was right here, on their heels, counting down to Vax’s last breath.

  “See you in the morning, Imdiko.” Karil smirked at the inn before turning toward the edge of the town where his own berth, cheaper and scummier than any he’d ever slept in befor
e, waited. Where he’d dream of pools of blood and earsplitting shrieks and degradations not his own for a change.

  Yes, Karil would sleep so well tonight, if his excitement for his second chance in the coming days would allow him to.

  Chapter Ten

  Kalquorians were impressive to most other inhabitants of the Galactic Council’s membership. At an average of six-and-a-half-feet tall and naturally muscular, they tended to dwarf the majority of the other races. To see a Kalquorian in the midst of Dantovonians, Plasians, Joshadans, and others was like watching a mountain towering over hills.

  Nobeks, with their restrained ferocity, were the most eye-catching of all. They moved with silent grace. They proudly displayed ‘marks of honor’, the scars of past battles. They were capable of pleasant conversation and good manners—which was how most conducted themselves in civilized company. Yet none ever doubted how fast they could turn deadly, should the occasion to do so arise.

  The Nobek seated in the inn’s dining area was singular even among his own kind. At just a shade under seven feet, Japohn was big and muscled enough to awe his fellow members of the warrior caste. He’d spent much of his career intimidating thugs and criminals. With the exception of his mother, most missed how handsome he was because he’d grown so used to scowling. He had the suspicion he frowned in his sleep too.

  He’d claimed a table in the corner and slightly hidden by a potted plant out of habit. It would have been nicer to sit near the arches that opened the space to the sunlit outdoors. The table was small for such a big fellow, and he grimaced to think how ridiculous he probably looked sitting at it. He was making that face as his waiter brought the first of what would be at least three breakfast trays. The Dantovonian, who appeared as a bizarre combination of insect and amphibian, slowed his crawling approach. It buzzed slightly with nervousness, the dishes on its tray clattering. Its segmented features worked in agitation, its lidless eyes never leaving its customer, as if certain Japohn would leap across the table to throttle it.