Future, Betrayed

by Jacey Holbrand

  “What a beautiful sight,” he murmured. A feather-light touch ran over his perineum. Cool liquid drizzled down the crack before a finger stretched his anus. “You loosen up so easily for me. Do you want my dick in your ass?”

  "Yes," he said with moan. "Please. Fuck my ass.”

  Dain slapped his ass again, and as soon as Dain’s engorged cock rubbed across the rosette, Ben pushed back. Big hands held his waist as slowly, inch by inch, Dain pushed inside. Even through he’d done minimal stretching there was a little pain, but as soon as the mushroom head popped through the tight ring of muscle, the pain settled into a burn. And the burn he loved. The burn had his orgasm rising quickly to the surface.

  “Oh, God,” Dain gasped. “Seeing my dick buried balls deep in you is so fucking hot.”

  “Fuck me hard.” Ben wiggled his ass again.

  Dain eased back, applied more lube, then slid back inside. Ben’s hips moved to meet his thrusts, and soon they fucked with a steady rhythm.

  “Your ass is so fucking tight," Dain said. His fingers dug into Ben’s skin as they fucked faster back and forth, and he ended up face-planting on the bed as he wrapped his hand around his own cock to jerk.

  Harder and faster, the orgasm rose inside, building and spiraling him upward, and Ben hoped his lover was close because he was in the sweet rush toward ecstasy. His body convulsed as he came hard, all over his hand. Exhilarating. Sublime. A half a heartbeat later, Dain followed, shooting his own load deep inside.

  Then Dain’s body collapsed, flattening Ben out, which caused the cock to slide out of his ass. Dain kissed his shoulder. Exhaustion tugged on his consciousness, and before he passed out from the awesome bout of sex, he sent a prayer that he and Dain wouldn’t be separated for long.

  Chapter Six

  “I’m very pleased with your progress,” Doctor Trask said as he studied the scans Ben had just sat through. “You’re almost a brand-new person.”

  The doctor hadn’t been what he expected from Dain’s description, although he wasn’t sure exactly what he had envisioned. Someone who looked evil, with a long moustache he could twirl between fingertips instead of this debonair-type of man. Even his cool voice held a trace of steel in it, making him seem a little bit dangerous. It had been four days since he’d signed over agreement for the nanotech treatment, and he hadn’t wanted to come back. Truthfully, if it hadn’t been for Dain insisting, he wouldn’t have traveled back to Sector headquarters.

  “So, I’m cured?” he asked, buttoning his heavy broadcloth shirt. It was the material of choice for those working in the blue-collar section of life.

  Trask turned toward him, a pleasant smile on his face. “About eighty-five percent improved. Are you breathing any easier?”

  Ben nodded. “I didn’t realize how labored my breathing was until the stones had been lifted off.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Well, now that you mention it, I’ve had some odd sensations in my belly region. Why?”

  “The nanotech discovered a few other things that our scans didn’t pick up,” Trask replied. “They removed a polyp in your colon and repaired a micro-fissure in your abdominal lining that would’ve led to a hernia later in life.”

  “Wow,” Ben said, impressed. “They discovered that all on their own?”

  “Nanotech are computers constantly analyzing your body. We can only do so much from the outside, but it’s like having a set of eyes on the inside.”

  “And when they’re done, they just … die?”

  Trash shrugged. “In a sense. Their purpose has been satisfied and they go offline, at which point you just excrete them.”

  Ben scrunched his nose. “Lovely visual.”

  Trask chuckled. “I get that response more than you know.”

  “Then I’m done here?” Ben asked. “I don’t have to come back?”

  “I’d like for you to have a follow up in two weeks. Unless something feels wrong and then you can come back earlier. But the nanotech is working just how it was supposed to.”

  “Are you expecting something to feel wrong?” Ben asked.

  Trask shook his head. “Of course not. I am simply extending a hand of friendship if you ever feel … odd.”

  Ben didn’t like the sound of that at all, nor did he trust Trask as far as he could throw him, but he was the only link he had to the nanotech swimming through his body. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.”

  He rose to leave, but Trask held up a finger. “Oh, by the way, your cousin is Nathaniel Stockton, right?”

  “Right,” Ben answered, a little hesitantly. He didn’t want his cousin to be scrutinized.

  “And he won the lottery, too?”

  “Yeah. He didn’t pass the tests at first, but I guess he found a loophole. He and Ranger are off on their new life.”

  “That’s good to hear,” Trask said. “Mars needs all the good people it can get to colonize it. In the hundred years we’ve been there, we’ve made marvelous progress in terraforming the surface, and I feel soon, scientific breakthroughs will eradicate the procreation problem.”

  “Oh? You’ve found a cure for women’s sterility?”

  “Nothing I can go into at this time, but there has been an interesting development,” Trask said. “Any other news from your cousin?”

  “No,” Ben replied. “But I think their transport is going to take a while. Why?”

  “No reason,” Trask said. “No reason at all. Well, you take care of yourself, Ben Stockton.”

  “All right. Thanks, Doc.”

  Finished with his appointment, Ben left Doctor Trask behind as he made his way out of the Sector building. The heavy broadcloth clothing he wore stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the softer clothing of the upper society echelon, and they stared at him as if he tainted their space. He slipped on his breathing apparatus and walked out of the building to make his way toward the train station.

  A shoulder bumped into him, hard enough to knock him off kilter. He had to take a few extra steps so he wouldn’t fall. Glaring, he turned to look at the rude man, and saw angry eyes staring back. The stranger looked him up and down before glancing at the Sector building, eyebrows raised in surprised. Yeah, Ben got that not many blue-collar workers came to the opulent Sector headquarters, so seeing him walk through the visitors’ entrance was odd. But it was none of this stranger’s business. Turning away, Ben dismissed the man as he hurried toward the train to catch the next ride back to work.

  He didn’t have a glamorous job, but refurbishing breathing apparatuses was essential for survival. At least he got to sit down to work on them. The rest of the workday stretched out long and tedious, but once the job clock counted down and he could return home, all he wanted to do was share his good health news with Dain. So far, Sector hadn’t bothered them, leaving Ben to wonder when the ax was going to drop. He hadn’t wanted to tell Trask, but he’d received an email from Nate. It explained he and Ranger were being trained for their Mars mission, and they were super excited about the trip. Then another email came in from Dain, and much to his surprise, their rent had been comped for a year, courtesy of Dain’s contract with the organization. The large payment gave them a little breathing room, considering he and Dain might be separated for a bit.

  When he entered the apartment, Dain had supper finished and waiting on the table. Ben frowned when he saw the meat.

  “What is this?” he asked.

  “Beef.”

  “Get out of here! How did you afford this?”

  “Delivery from Sector.”

  “Wow, rent paid and real food,” Ben observed, inhaling the mouthwatering scent. “They must really like you.”

  “I would call it more of a bribe. Sit,” Dain instructed, pointing to a chair. “I think I may even eat the fat.”

  In minutes the meat had been devoured, and Ben even thought about licking the plate. It had been a really long time since he’d last had beef, and it tasted just how he remembered.

  “How was y
our check-up?” Dain asked, once he’d finished eating.

  “Doctor Trask said I was healing ahead of schedule and that the nanotech found a few other things that needed fixing.” He held open his arms. “I’m a new man.”

  Dain smiled. “Good. You hear from Nate or Ranger?”

  “I got an email from Nate, saying good-bye. He said he didn’t get a chance to come home. I guess he and Ranger were too busy with Sector.” He shook his head. “Like you’ll be soon, I suppose.”

  Dain lost his smile. “Yeah. I held them off until you were cured. I needed to make sure they held up their end of the agreement.”

  A fist squeezed around Ben’s heart. “Damn.”

  “That’s what I’ve been thinking.” Dain took a deep breath. “I can’t turn my back, Ben. I can’t break the contract I signed.”

  “I know,” Ben muttered darkly. “So, what was this meal? Last rites?”

  Dain stood and began to put the dishes in the washer. Tension grew between them, and Ben rose, moving to stand behind his husband in an effort to alleviate the sudden strain.

  “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to make it sound so morbid.”

  “You’re right, though,” Dain replied. “This was our last meal together.”

  Pain sliced through Ben. “What?”

  “Sector vidscreened me. I’m expected to show up tomorrow, voluntarily, at the Sector Propulsion Laboratory.”

  “And if you don’t show up?”

  Dain frowned. “Then they’ll take me by force, and I don’t know what they’d do to you. Listen to me, Benjamin. I am doing this for you. And for Nate and Ranger.”

  “But they want you to hurt someone.”

  “What they want and what I do are two separate things. Sector has secrets that we need to find.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Ben whispered. “But how long are we going to be separated?”

  “I don’t know,” Dain admitted. “But we will be together again.”

  “Promise?”

  Giving a little tug on Dain’s arm, he halted the cleaning up to embrace his husband, lifting his chin to meet Dain’s fierce kiss. Although he wanted to go fast, something inside urged him to slow down. To take their time, because who knew when they’d be together again.

  “I want you, Dain,” he murmured. “I want you to love me long and slow. Make it last forever.”

  Dain wrapped his larger hand around Ben’s and led them into their bedroom. Once naked, their lips met again, moving slowly against one another. They lay on the bed, their arms and legs wrapped around one another. Breaths constricted. Hips undulated. Ben wanted more, wanted it to last. He wanted to fall asleep wrapped in his husband’s arms. Stay there until he drew his last breath.

  “I want to be inside you,” Dain murmured, gently biting Ben’s lower lobe.

  “Yes,” Ben moaned. “Make love to me.”

  Dain inserted a finger into Ben’s ass, massaging the sphincter until the muscled ring relaxed. When he withdrew, he reached for the lube and lathered it on his cock before drizzling the cool gel into his crack. Dain took his cock in hand and, leaning down to kiss him, entered with one force.

  Ben moaned as he held onto Dain’s shoulders. They stared at one another, wonderment passing between them as Dain moved slowly, withdrawing only to plunge back in, taking a moment between each thrust to let them both really feel the bliss of being joined. Little by little, he increased the tempo until he had a smooth motion going. Ben grabbed his own cock, using the steadily leaking fluid to lubricate and pump up and down, in time with Dain’s movements.

  This was something deeper than sex. Love filled Ben’s soul, claiming every cell until his heart beat in tune with Dain’s. Magical. Powerful.

  “I’m going to come,” he gasped in Ben’s ear.

  “Yes!” Ben moaned back. He jacked his cock faster and faster, keeping in time with Dain’s thrusts, unable to hold back, and he erupted.

  With a shout Dain surged once, twice, and came with a loud moan. He collapsed in his arms, and Ben held him close, closing his eyes to savor the moment. Wishing time would stand still. A tear slipped from beneath his eyelashes to run down his cheek. It was hard to face an unknown future when the love of his life was about to leave him.

  Chapter Seven

  Dain blinked as the light in his sleep chamber turned on, waking him. It was an illusion, of course. There wasn’t day and night on the Sector transport ship. They were expected to dock around Mars in the next two weeks, and they were to maintain normal routine like they would have on Earth. He rose from the cramped if comfortable chamber and headed into the sonic shower. Water was a luxury they couldn’t afford in space, so washing consisted of deodorizing bacteria that ate any dirt, sebaceous oil, and grime off skin and hair.

  His day consisted of three periods of nutritious sustainability, otherwise known as breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Combat training, although it was still unclear against whom his skills would be pitted. It was Sector protocol, basically stuff he remembered from his stint while in the NFOP. The last part of his day was devoted to refresher courses of microgravity, terraforming Mars, and emergency procedures. No one talked to him, and he liked it that way since he wasn’t here to make friends.

  At the end of each day he had one hour to himself, before lights out, to relax and do as he wanted. Once the trainees were dispatched back to their rooms, everyone was locked inside. However, Dain had never let a set of locks deter him from anything. Part of his past job requirement had been hacking computer firewalls, so this was when he disappeared in an effort to hack into Sector’s secrets. It took time and effort to bypass detection, to make sure no one knew of his extracurricular activities. And, it wasn’t like he could be tracked around the ship. They’d zapped his lotto chip and hadn’t given him another one. He had two more weeks to find out what Sector was hiding from the populace of Dome City because once there, his background might be investigated a little more thoroughly.

  “Cardile!”

  Jarred from his woolgathering, Dain looked up from the man he’d just thrown onto the ground yet again. He had about ten years’ training on the young recruits. He left the kid huffing and puffing on the mat and made his way over to the instructor. Sector might be a bunch of scientists, but they hired only the best tacticians to train others in life and death maneuvers, military grade assholes all the way.

  “Yes, sir?” he asked as he approached the trainer, Supervisor Sidor.

  The man folded his arms across his chest. “You’ve had combat training before, haven’t you?”

  “Yes.” Dain didn’t elaborate.

  Sidor narrowed his gaze. “Want to share?”

  “Is that an order or request?”

  “An order.”

  “Eight years with the New Force Order Police.”

  “You’ve worked for Sector before?” Sidor asked, clearly surprised.

  “I think I’ve already answered that.’

  His dry remarks clearly weren’t earning him any bonus points. Sidor placed his hands on his hips and tried to make himself look bigger and tougher. Dain just wanted to laugh at his posturing.

  “How about we see exactly what skills you have, Mister Cardile,” Sidor said snidely. “Make sure you’re up to date on all the tactile moves that might have improved over the years.”

  “Against who?”

  “Against me.”

  “Are you my enemy?” he asked softly, although he already knew the answer. Any person who worked for Sector was his enemy, which was basically the whole damn ship.

  “You’re a smart ass, you know that?”

  “Better than being a dumb ass. Sir.”

  Sidor abruptly turned and marched over to a weapons panel. He punched in a code, and when the drawer opened, he grabbed two bamboo shinai. He tossed one to Dain, who grabbed it and looked it over.

  “I bet you’ve never fought with these before, have you?” Sidor asked, a taunting note in his voice.

  �
��Are you asking if I’ve trained in kendo? Because no, I haven’t. But I’m pretty handy with fists.”

  “Anyone can win at fisticuffs. A shinai takes finesse. Precision. There’s a beauty to the fight, to the moves. This isn’t just a warrior’s stance; this is a gentleman’s fight.”

  As Sidor started his monologue, the other students moved toward the side of the gym, giving them room. With the end of his shinai sword, he tapped Dain’s. Dain figured the exercise was meant to embarrass him or put him in his place, because Sidor knew he would win with a weapon that Dain had never wielded before. Yet Dain wasn’t about to let that stop him from winning.

  The two men encircled each other, maintaining eye contact. Sidor began the fighter’s dance, stepping forward on an attack, keeping it easy at first, light and quick, but eventually moving into a more complex rhythm. Dain had to stay focused in order not to stumble and fall.

  Sidor’s movements were precise, perfectly positioned, the footwork sure and strong. He kept his eyes trained on Dain, obviously well mastered in the art of such a weapon. The sound of wood striking wood rang with its own brand of musical foreplay through the now quiet gym.

  Dain wasn’t quite sure when the ritual changed and the dance became more than just the releasing of pent-up showman energy, but he realized in a matter of minutes that this was no longer playing at a sparring match. Sidor’s shinai came down a little more forcibly little by little until suddenly the stakes had turned, and they fought a real battle with a real, expected outcome.

  Muscles tensed as Dain thrust and ducked, jabbed and swiped. His movements had absolutely no finesse, but all he made sure to do was stay one step ahead of Sidor’s heavy blows. The man was after vital areas and was doing a damn fine job repelling any of his attacks. Dain kept retreating to the edge of the circle, driven back by Sidor’s heated push, and he hated that he was being beaten by a man using an archaic weapon. Not caring in the least that this was supposed to be a demonstration of whose dick was bigger, Dain gave up on the kendo demonstration. He ducked under a shinai swipe, bent and attacked in a sidekick that caught Sidor in the stomach. The man expelled a lung full of breath and buckled slightly, leaving himself open to let Dain swing around with another kick to knock the wooden sword out of his hand. Left open and vulnerable, Sidor looked up at him with angry eyes, so Dain punched him in the jaw.