“Yeah—your cell leaves much to be desired. I’m used to better accommodation and a bed that isn’t thin and rock hard. You should see about getting that fixed.”
Voit smirked. Whoever the guy was, he’d sprawled out on the chair like he had every right to be there, his hands resting on his stomach, and he wasn’t scared. His blond hair spiked all over like he’d ran his hands through it over and over. His silver eyes had a pinched appearance to them, but he was smiling like he was just here for a visit with an old friend.
“I’ll see what I can do, but I still need to know your name and what you’re doing here.” Voit leant forward in his chair.
“Well—I could ask you the same questions.”
Voit wasn’t used to having the tables turned on him. He was the one in charge and people followed his orders.
“You could, could you? And why is that?”
What a cocky bastard. He almost admired him. Almost.
“Nobody is supposed to be here.” He shrugged.
“And you know this how?” Voit sat back in his chair. This conversation was getting interesting. He wondered how much a space captain would know about Earth. The Alliance seemed to like to play things close to the vest. Was this a spy ordered to infiltrate the camps Voit had here on Earth? They’d repopulated about half of the Earth and they weren’t giving it up.
“I’m not going to give away all my secrets, slick.”
“I can see that. You’re not giving up anything. Not even a name.”
It was getting a little annoying and Voit was ready to throw him back into the brig no matter how interesting his prisoner was.
“I’ve always been told to give out name, rank and serial number.” There was a shrug.
“Ah. So you are a military man.”
“Maybe. Or could be I watch a lot of really old vids. You can call me Angel.”
He had a pair of balls on him, that was for sure. Fucker. What was his game?
“That’s all you’ll give me? All right then. Why are you here?” Voit held in his sigh. He wasn’t giving Angel the satisfaction of seeing his frustration.
“Hiding.”
“From?”
“Does it matter?” There was Angel’s cheeky grin again.
“Yes. Should I expect more craft to land?” That was what worried Voit the most. That someone from the Alliance would come before he was ready.
“No.”
Angel had sounded positive about that, but it still didn’t ease Voit’s concerns.
“If you’re running, how do you know?”
“No one would come to Earth. It’s off limits.” Angel had seemed to stress the last words, or was that his imagination?
“But you’re here.” Voit waved a hand at Angel.
“True.” Angel nodded at him and pursed his lips like he was thinking.
“What were you expecting to find?”
“An empty planet to hide out on and relax for a bit. Nothing more.” Angel shrugged.
“So you had no idea there were civilisations here? You could have landed in an Alliance stronghold.” Voit rested his elbows on the desk and laced his fingers together, then tapped his lips. He was watching Angel closely to see if he would give anything away with his answer.
“Not to my knowledge, no. And I don’t think you’re Alliance.” Angel cocked an eyebrow.
“And your—friend?” He’d ignore the Alliance comment for now.
“What about him.”
“How were you planning on helping him with his injuries?”
“I was going to figure that out as I went along. I have a med kit, but won’t say I wasn’t happy you have better medical facilities. Are you a part of the Alliance?”
Now it was clear Angel was tense, waiting for an answer.
Very interesting.
“Would it matter if we were?” It was his turn to shrug.
“It might explain your presence on a planet that had been evacuated and barely able to support life. At least that’s what I’ve been told. Bedtime stories, you know.” Angel eased back into his chair.
He couldn’t fool Voit, though, he still had a predatory look about him that he was clearly trying to hide. Voit wondered just what his story was. But that could wait. First they would go over the systems aboard the ship and see just what kind of vessel it was. They had the best hackers in the system.
“Let me just say that the planet is…inhabited and leave it at that. Once we know your true reason for being here, we’ll have another chat. Until then, you’ll have to remain in our cell. Once you’ve been cleared we can let you out.” Voit pushed the intercom. “Tok, please escort our guest back to his room.”
The door opened, but Voit kept his gaze on Angel. The man stood tall and followed Tok out of the door. He hoped this didn’t mean the ends of his plans.
Tok was back in no time.
“Voit. I think we need to contact the Alliance.”
“Not yet.” Voit turned to look out of the window in his office.
“We can’t keep fighting our ancestors’ war.” Tok stood close behind him. “And you should have let me stay in the room with you. What if he’d attacked? We have no idea who he is.”
They might have been intimate at one time, but now they were just friends. It was better that way. Tok could keep him grounded.
“I need to know more about the Alliance before I trust our people in their care. History says we were pushed out by the Alliance. I have to find out the truth behind this.” Voit rubbed at his tired eyes. “And—I was perfectly safe. I know you didn’t step away from the door for a second, my old friend.”
It sucked being in charge some days.
“You’re right. I wasn’t going to take a chance. And what if the Alliance did push the consortium out? That was the past. Things are different now.” Tok moved even closer.
Voit knew Tok wanted more from him, but he just couldn’t give him what he needed. Not now, maybe not ever.
“That may be, my friend, but I still have to be sure and I need to know who this Angel is. Let’s go take apart a ship.” Voit gripped Tok’s shoulder and headed out of the door. They had things to do.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This was bad. Maybe worse than Angel’d originally thought. No way was this an Alliance planet. It couldn’t be. He would have known about it, right? That would have been something important that his father would have told him in his briefings. And if they weren’t—who were they? It would probably be a few hours before they stripped his ship and had an idea of who he was. Then what would happen?
And he’d dragged Frank into this mess. And why had he done that again? Because he wanted in the guy’s pants. Damn it. He should never have left the planet and should’ve turned Frank over. Frank did have information that the Alliance needed to stop some of the gun and drug trafficking. And why was Angel falling for a criminal? He had the Alliance running through his blood. Hell, his great-great-grandfather had been one of the officers to help form the damn thing into what it was today.
His father was the Commandant in Charge for now. He was up for retirement soon. Angel would probably get the job but only because he didn’t want to be the Commander in Chief. His brother would be great with that. If he was being honest with himself he didn’t want his dad’s position either. Not that it would matter if he died on Earth.
Frank was sleeping when he got back to the cell. He should’ve been relieved. Angel went closer and laid a hand against his forehead. Frank wasn’t hot. That was a good thing. What was he going to do? He needed to find a way to get them out of this cell.
There weren’t many options, no windows and on the walk to his jailer’s office he hadn’t noticed any doors that could lead outside—maybe beyond that would be something, but they’d still have to go past that door, and who knew if the guy would be inside. They would have to make it up on the fly. Usually he was good with that, but his fucking head hurt and Frank still wasn’t one hundred per cent. And—yeah, most of the
time he only had to worry about getting his ass out of a tight spot. He had never had a partner for a fucking reason.
“Angel?” Frank blinked up at him.
“Yeah, it’s me.” Angel knelt by the cot.
“You okay?” Frank sat up.
Angel helped him. “They didn’t beat anything out of me if that’s what you want to know, but it isn’t looking good. I don’t think they’re Alliance and if they aren’t—then who are they and how did they come to Earth?”
Frank swung his legs around and Angel shuffled forward on his knees. He licked his lips. They were in a fucked up situation He had to know. Angel edged forward and brushed his lips against Frank’s. They were a bit chapped, but Angel didn’t care. That little taste wasn’t enough.
“What are you—?”
Angel didn’t let him get any further than that. He took Frank’s lips again, putting his hands behind Frank’s head so he couldn’t move. He moaned when Frank opened his mouth and sucked his tongue in.
Frank jerked away. “Ouch. Fuck. Shit.”
He leant back and wiped a hand down his face. He wouldn’t apologise. If he could, he’d fuck Frank right then. Hell, he still might if Frank agreed.
“Your injury. You okay?”
“Yes, but what the hell was that?”
Angel shrugged. What could he say?
“We might die in here and—”
“So what, I’m fucking convenient?” Frank pushed him away.
“That could be it, but do you really think I’d take you off a planet where you had a deal set up if it wasn’t more?”
“How am I to know what you’re thinking? You’re a fuckin’ ninja assassin guy. A mystery wrapped in a stupid enigma. Yes, a dumb cliché in black leather.” Frank rested his head on the bars.
Angel walked behind him and laid his head on Frank’s back and controlled his chuckle, barely.
“A—what was that? Ninja assassin cliché in black leather?”
“Too much?” Frank’s shoulder shook.
He sighed. “Maybe just a little. I’ll tell you something—and I’m giving you my complete faith right here and right now.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t. I’m a bad bet, Angel.” Frank still hadn’t shifted away from the cell door.
Angel rubbed his hands down Frank’s arms, soothing him as much as he could.
“You were turning over a new leaf. Things were going to change. I want to help you with that. Can I trust you?” Angel hoped he wasn’t doing the wrong thing, but he knew after all was said and done, he was finished with undercover work. He was too old for it. Time to let the younger generation do what they could.
“I—yes. Yes you can.”
“Good. That’s—yeah…good. I’m—” It was harder than he had thought. He hadn’t gone by his real title in so long. He turned Frank around so he could look into his eyes. “I’m Commandant Angel Erik Carter. My brother is Commandant Alphonse Carter. My dad is Commandant in Charge Robert Carter. My brother is about to be promoted to Commander in Chief of the Alliance.”
Chapter Three
“Fuck.” Frank closed his eyes.
“Well—if you’re sure.”
Frank opened his eyes and Angel winked at him.
“Bring on the jokes, funny man. If they find out who you are and they aren’t Alliance, we’re in a world of hurt, and you’re thinking with your dick.”
Angel eased a hand down between them and Frank didn’t flinch. He knew what Angel would find.
“I’m not the only one thinking with their little head, Frank.” Angel was almost taunting him.
“Sure, I want you more than I’ve wanted any other man, but we’re in a situation here. We need a plan.” He could think beyond his libido.
“That we do. That we do, but I’m all out of them. Right now I can only think about your lips and how good they’d look wrapped around my cock.”
“And who says it’d be my lips?” Frank smirked but not for long.
Angel dropped to his knees. Frank couldn’t look away, he wasn’t—oh, yes he was. Angel unzipped his pants and pulled Frank’s cock out. Everything else fled from Frank’s mind. His side still hurt, but that warm mouth surrounding his dick deserved his full attention.
He ran his hands through Angel’s hair, trying not to tug or thrust too hard. It had been so long. He’d been so worried with being a double agent he hadn’t even taken time to think about his own pleasure. Frank’s ass flexed and his whole body tensed. He was going to come any second.
“Angel, Ang, Ang…oh, fuck.”
Teeth scraped his shaft and Angel’s talented tongue soothed the burn. He stroked Frank’s balls. Angel took him in deep—he nuzzled his nose into Frank’s curls, then he swallowed. Frank’s vision blurred and he screamed his release.
When he opened his eyes, Angel was standing right there. Frank dragged Angel closer. He wanted to taste himself on Angel. His cock was interested and tried to rise again, but it was too soon. Angel was still hard against his thigh. Frank went to edge down the cool bars, but his side wasn’t going to let that happen.
“I got this.” Angel stopped Frank from moving, but shifted back and grabbed his own shaft.
Frank licked his lips and couldn’t look away. It was so hot watching Angel jack off. Frank pulled up his shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way. Angel tugged on his balls and his hands raced over his length. It didn’t take him long to lose his load all over Frank. Angel was panting and so sexy. Frank hadn’t even seen him open his own pants. God, what would it feel like having that fat cock up his ass? Frank ran his fingers through the cooling cum on his stomach and sucked the salty goodness off them.
Angel moaned and took Frank’s digits out of his mouth and put them in his own. Now it was Frank’s turn to moan.
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Here? Now?” Frank raised an eyebrow.
Angel nuzzled his head into Frank’s neck. Licking and nibbling.
“No. As soon as we get out of here.”
“And that would be?” Frank grabbed Angel’s ass and rubbed their sensitive dicks together.
“In—five, four, three—”
What the hell is the crazy man doing now?
“What are you—? Back away from the bars.”
Frank turned to look behind him. Great, his ass was hanging out and some stranger was coming towards them. So very not cool, but not totally unexpected. They were prisoners and he had screamed pretty loudly when he’d come. It was bound to bring someone to investigate. He just hoped this hadn’t been some plan Angel had concocted on the fly.
“Pull up your pants and get ready,” Angel whispered before backing away.
He did as asked and turned to face the door.
“Do I need to separate you two?” the solider wanted to know.
Maybe he didn’t realise they’d been fucking around.
“No need to do that. You could join.”
Frank looked over at Angel and frowned. Or he did know? Just what was he up to and why was he flirting with the guard?
To Frank’s surprise the bars opened. He moved away farther. This could end badly. They had no idea who these people were or how they felt about two men together. Or, the guy really could be coming in to join them. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It might be better than a beating, but not by much.
Angel rushed the guard turned him around and put his arms around his throat, cutting off his air supply.
“Angel,” Frank whispered.
“Shh, just grab the door.”
The solider struggled a bit before he passed out. Angel stripped him and handed the clothes to Frank before holding onto the bars himself.
“He’s more your size and I’ve been seen in the hallways. Make it quick.”
Frank shook his head, but again did as asked. This could go very wrong. He hoped they wouldn’t put out a shoot-on-sight order.
“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Frank struggled into the pants and buttoned u
p the shirt. “And please tell me you didn’t just blow me so we could escape.”
“No and no.”
“What?” He couldn’t believe Angel had calmly admitted he had no idea what he was doing. This was just great, but he was happy their sexual encounter had been more than a ploy to get the guard to come to them.
“No, this is not the best idea, but we have to get out of here before they find out who I am. I’m good ransom material if nothing else. No one knows I’m here and I’d kinda like to keep it that way until I can report in. The blow job was just a bonus—a really, really nice bonus.”
Angel led him down a hallway, but Frank stopped him.
“If we have any hope of getting out of here, I need to lead. You’re the prisoner, remember? And we need to make it quick before the guard is found.”
“Right.” Angel nodded and hung his head.
It was amazing how quick he could get into a role. No wonder he was an undercover operative. Frank had no idea where they might be going, but hopefully their luck would hold out.
Angel stared at Frank’s ass as they hurried down the hallway. He wanted in and as soon as they found a place to hide he was going to fuck Frank until he couldn’t walk. They hit a dead end and had to turn around. If they went the other way they were going to have to go past the commander’s office.
That wouldn’t be a good option, but they might not have another choice. He couldn’t remember if there was a door before they got to the offices or not, but they were going to have to take their chances. There had been a window in the office and it looked out onto a small town square. Everything was green. He wondered just what part of the planet they were on.
“We have to turn around,” Frank whispered.
“I know. We’re going to have to hurry though because we’ll be passing the commander’s office.”
“Fuck,” Frank muttered.
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”
“You’re an ass?”
“Nope, know that too.” Angel snickered.
He looked back to see Frank shaking his head, but he had a smile on his face. That was a good thing. Frank was holding onto his side. How could Angel have forgotten? The man was still injured. They’d fixed him up, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in pain.
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