She scowled, clearly not knowing what to do when a Shareem didn’t instantly produce his card. They were required to provide their identification on demand—Ky didn’t know why, it was bloody obvious they were Shareem.
“Ident card,” she repeated.
To humor her, Ky produced a strip of plastic and shoved it into the handheld. The patroller’s fingers trembled as she punched in codes and studied the readout.
“You new at this?” Ky asked.
“It’s temporary.” She tried to keep her voice hard, but she didn’t quite have the edge. “Until my promotion at the Ministry of Non-Human Life Forms.”
“Uh huh. Why did you ident me?”
“What?” She blinked and looked up at him. Clearly they had told her the Shareem would obey without question.
“Why did you ask for my ident?” Ky took the strip back from her, hiding amusement when she very carefully didn’t touch him.
Her gaze darted to the vendor, who’d turned to entice another customer. “I thought there was some trouble.”
“No trouble.” Ky smiled, turning on full Shareem power, which caused her to step back. “I was buying a gift.” He opened his hand to reveal the glittering brooch.
The patroller was woman enough to let her gaze linger on the pretty thing before she remembered to be severe. “Well, don’t let it happen again.”
Ky laughed, letting the sound grate into the night. “I won’t. He’s a robber. What’s your name?”
“Name?”
Ky deliberately moved her collar as though looking for a name tag. Patrollers didn’t wear them, but women who worked warehouse jobs did. He cast Shareem pheromones over her, giving her the full dose, and her eyes softened.
No, she didn’t look bad at all. If he hadn’t just realized he was in love with Aiden and Brianne at the same time, he might have tried a little fun with her. But he wanted to be with both Brianne and Aiden until he died—which might be sooner than he liked.
“Lacy,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t know why I told you that.”
“I do.” Ky released her. “Be nice to Shareem, Lacy. We’re sweethearts.”
She relaxed enough to smile, so easily succumbing to his power. “I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Good.” Ky gave another laugh, patted her backside and strolled away.
*** *** ***
“You love him,” Brianne whispered.
“Mmm?” Aiden raised up on his elbow and looked down at Brianne in the darkness.
Brianne had been exhausted and limp when Aiden had carried her here. Now after a short sleep, she’d awakened feeling rested and refreshed.
“You love him,” she repeated.
Aiden flashed his handsome smile, then went somber. “Yeah, I do.”
“Tell him.”
“What?”
Brianne ran her hand along Aiden’s strong arm, catching on the chain around his biceps. “I have tonight to be with you. I’ve enjoyed every second of it. Tomorrow I’ll go back to being Brianne d’Aroth—I have so many meetings scheduled.” She laughed a little as she ran her fingers around the black chain, fingers finding each cool link. Breaking it off with Dranis had caused hiccups in every level of her household and she’d spend the whole day smoothing things out.
“I’d like to think that when I’m back in my glittering palace as Ky calls it, that you two at least have each other. Grab on to your happiness with him and don’t let it go.”
Aiden had gone still during her speech. His eyes glittered in the darkness, his Shareem touch on her face soothing. “You won’t get away from us that easily,” he said in seductive tones.
Brianne touched his lips, stilling his words. “No games right now. I’ll go, you and Ky will move on. I’ll always remember you and hold you in my heart. But tell him. Promise me?”
Aiden let out his breath. He captured her hand and brought it to his lips. “Anything to please a lady.” He kissed her fingers. “I promise.”
He smiled his devastating smile and told her to roll over. The games hadn’t finished, he showed her, not by a long shot.
*** *** ***
Ky waited a long time for Aiden to return home that night. He watched three dramas digitally piped into their holo pic tube and couldn’t remember a thing about any of them.
At last, as dawn broke Aiden strolled in, humming a tune in his throat. Ky keyed off the digital and sat in silence. He wanted to ask Aiden a hundred questions, and now he couldn’t think of a word to say.
The drawbacks of being male, came the thought. Women would have hashed it all out by now. Males sit around wondering how to start.
“Nice night,” Aiden said. He flopped down on the second sofa in the room, moving a growing pile of Ky’s laundry, and draped one leg over the frayed arm. His thighs spread invitingly. “Why’d you leave? Brianne and I played a little more, and I know she wanted you there.” He threaded his hands behind his head. “What a sweetie.”
“I had to go.”
Before Ky did something stupid. He might have gone to Brianne in his frustration and taken her at level three. That would have been a complete disaster and would have landed himself back in the jail at Senoda waiting for termination, and possibly Aiden too.
No, Ky had gone out and bought her an asinine present from a vendor, a gaudy brooch she’d probably wrinkle her rich-girl nose at. Shareem like Eland had it easy—he and Jeanne had come from similar worlds, having to obey others to make a living. They always knew when their master-slave games ended, and they had a warm relationship, each understanding the other.
Must be nice.
Ky was still hot and hard from need and from the revelation of his true feelings. Three hours of boring digitals hadn’t changed that.
“Brianne get home all right?” he asked gruffly.
“Yes. She was hurt you weren’t there to say goodnight. So she told me to say goodnight for her.”
Aiden hauled himself off his sofa and dropped next to Ky. His Shareem warmth poured over Ky, making Ky’s already miserable cock dance and ache.
“I can still smell her scent on me,” Aiden said, his voice a satisfied growl. He licked Ky’s ear, and when Ky turned his head, Aiden slanted a soft kiss across his lips. “Good night.”
Ky drew away, breathing hard, aroused as hell. “You told Rio.”
Aiden looked blank. “I told Rio what?”
Ky stood up and folded his arms, painfully aware that his cock was pressing hard against his leggings. “You told Rio you wanted me. Gods, I feel stupid even saying that. You told him a long time ago, before he left for Ariel.”
Aiden froze. “He told you? Shit, see if I send him a birthday card.”
“It’s true then? He wasn’t making it up to be a pain in the ass?”
“No, he is a pain in the ass, but he wasn’t making it up.” Aiden’s eyes held wariness.
“You can’t,” Ky began.
“How can I not?” Aiden got off the sofa and looked Ky straight in the eye. “You’re my best friend, we went through hell together, I would have died if not for you. I don’t pant after every Shareem who walks by, but when I see you in nothing but thigh boots I get a huge hard-on. All right? Now you know. Live with it.”
“You should have told me. I would have left.”
“I know. That’s why I didn’t tell you.”
They eyed each other, Aiden’s blue eyes shutting Ky out, the handsome perfection of his face impregnable.
“You’ve been kissing me,” Ky said. “And touching me. That hasn’t been slop-over pheromones from Brianne?”
Aiden’s expression softened, his Shareem chemistry trying to distract him from difficult emotion. “What a sweet woman she’s turned out to be. I’m glad now she had me arrested …”
Ky grasped Aiden’s face in one hand. “Focus. It wasn’t just because of Brianne that you started feeling me up?”
“No, I did it because you asked me to. I remember you sitting on the bed in the inn at Elred begging for my hand.”
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“I remember that too,” Ky said.
“So what was your reason?”
Ky folded his arms over his chest again, as though wanting to hug the discomfort away. “I wanted you to touch me. I wanted you.”
“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?” Aiden asked, his voice hard. “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 tell me you’d have left if you’d known I wanted you, and now 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.”
Ky 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 so far. Aiden had done nothing more than Brianne had done—kissed him and licked his cock and used hands on him.
If Ky 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.
Aiden stripped too. He had no 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 have tried to 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 hair in his fingers, pulling his mouth harder onto him. Aiden had a magic tongue, circling Ky’s sensitive head. 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.
Aiden nibbled his way up and down Ky’s shaft then took it in his mouth again, continuing the magic. He used his tongue, lips, and teeth, so practiced and fine that Ky wondered if Aiden had done this with another Shareem.
Jealousy flared, confirming that what Ky 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 Ky’s 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.
When Aiden let Ky go, stood up, and moved away from him, Ky almost died. 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.
Ky 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 gripped Aiden 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 hole. 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. 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,” Ky 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 in a second finger. Ky felt stretched and good, automatically relaxing and pulling.
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 Ky suddenly understood what Brianne had felt when Aiden had pushed inside her.
Delirious joy.
He came. Ky 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 down plenty 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 said. “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 hands 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 wa
nd on him, and he’d helped women use them on Aiden.
But Aiden’s presence behind him was far different from 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 oil, rubbed over 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 was 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.”
“Yeah, I’ve been waiting too,” Aiden said.
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 tightass?”
Ky closed his eyes. “Hey, I aim to squeeze.”
Aiden laughed. “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 fucking cock.”
Aiden laughed again, 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 right here if I didn’t love you. Want me to pump, or just fill you?”
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