“Remember, I still have to show you how important you are to me.” The hard cock rubbing against Damien’s ass was making it difficult to think of anything else. “Take care of you properly.” Hayden ground against him harder.
“Fuck,” Damien groaned. “I can’t leave right now.” Hayden pushed harder. “Please...” Stop? No, definitely not that. This was not going to end well. “After the investigation, Hayden.”
His tormentor was murmuring his disagreement, nipping just above his collar when a throat cleared. Damien had noted the approaching footsteps, but he was having a hard time focusing. Thankfully, Hayden ceased his ministrations. Spyros was looking at him with a smirk that if he didn’t know the guy as well as he did, would have pissed him off.
“Environmental sector is cleared and the team is moving into Propulsion.”
Damien was just about to respond when Hayden started growling loudly. He felt it reverberating against his back, and then he was tossed to the side as Hayden lunged at Spyros. Damien didn’t even have time to think before canines were glinting and the two bodies crashed together.
He dove forward to break up the grappling before blood was shed.
“Whoa, WHOA!” Damien pushed in between them, ignoring the bared teeth and fists ready to fly. He pointed to Hayden, who continued to growl menacingly. “No.”
Then turned to D’spyros, giving him an incredulous look at the posturing and egging. “Don’t.” Damien needed everyone to just dial it back.
Hayden was bordering on enraged. Damien looked at him and couldn’t imagine what prompted the outburst of aggression. He made sure to stay between them before asking somewhat exasperatedly, “What are you doing?”
The growling picked up volume and speed. Hayden then spat out, “He was the one in the club satisfying you!”
Warning bells started going off in Damien’s head, that night in Roots so many cycles ago—the bodies, the dancing, and Ferrier’s eyes on him. Oh, fuckstars. Hayden thought Spyros was a rival claimant.
“There is nothing going on,” Damien stated. He pushed Hayden back, lengthening the distance between the hostile parties. “There hasn’t been anything for cycles.” Hayden growled some more.
Hayden, recklessly unimpressed with his size disadvantage, charged D’spyros again. Damien grabbed a hold and wrestled him backward. Oh starlights, help him. Hayden wasn’t just a little possessive; he was practically feral. That should definitely be added to the cultural logs.
Spyros’s smirk was not helping the situation. The Bauman had folded his arms and leaned back on his heels, his expression mocking Hayden. Fuckstars! He did not need this. He grabbed Hayden by the arm and pulled him to the other side of the bay where it was quieter with Spyros and the ruckus at the far end.
“I work with Spyros. Nothing more.”
Hayden wasn’t listening. He kept glancing over at Spyros and growling while his perceived nemesis just smiled and waved. Damien was more than a little grateful when an inspection team member distracted him with some questions so he could no longer taunt Hayden.
“I never even left the club with him. What you saw is all that happened.” Damien was petting his arm, trying to reassure. At the same time, he was rather annoyed.
“I didn’t spend the last six cycles waiting for you, Hayden,” he snapped, finally getting his full attention.
“I was living my life because, frankly, I believed you thought I was a dumb kid.” He smacked him in the chest, which surprisingly made Hayden less angry, though he huffed.
“I wanted to fall to my knees from the first moment I saw you, but you... you were never available. You never gave me any clue that you would welcome my interest.” Damien ignored Hayden’s grimace and carried on, “So, no. You don’t get to say anything about what I’ve been doing or whom I’ve been doing it with. You’re the one who never said anything, never told me.”
He allowed Hayden’s contrition to pull him closer, but refused to fall into his embrace. Besides his annoyance, he was on duty and didn’t need the heckling. A warm hand cradled the nape of his neck and gently kneaded.
Hayden huffed. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I just—”
“Hate to break up this little make up session, Damien. But we’ve found something.”
Damien sighed loudly. Fuckstars!
Hayden started growling.
“Later,” said Damien. “Nothing happened or will happen.” He kissed him quickly and turned to D’spyros. “Finally.”
Opening Doors
“We need to lockdown the bay, contact the wrights and tell them to bring the welders, and make sure the crew doesn’t go anywhere,” Damien shouted out orders to the assembled.
It wasn’t long before Spyros had the crew under heavy guard. He led Damien down corridor after corridor. Crossing a gangway in the engine room, they slid down a ladder to join the security regiment surrounding a single welder. With a last pass of the arclight torch, the metal groaned as it began to sag.
“You should wait outside until the area is secure,” hissed D’spyros.
“I trust your team, Spyros.”
“It might not be a physical force,” he said and then shouted to his men, “Scan the opening before pulling the panel clear.”
The welder was shunted backward behind a phalanx of armored bodies. Then the area behind the makeshift access panel was probed, everyone holding position until the All Clear was given. Two other team members used magnetic handles to pull it loose, moving it to the side.
A symphony of indrawn breaths, and then the lead sentry lowered his weapon. “They’re younglings.”
Shock. One didn’t have to be an empath to feel it.
Huddled in the cramped space between the bulkhead and the hull were small humanoids. They shivered, whether in fear or from the cool air flooding into the fetid space Damien was unsure.
“Fall back,” D’spyros ordered. All but two agents lowered their weapons and made way. “Get the meditechs in here, now!”
They stepped around their agents to come face to face with the younglings.
“Ten younglings, sir. Species indeterminate. Age indeterminate. Gender indeterminate.”
“Is there something we can determine?” Damien sighed, rubbing his neck. The quick nap he caught at his desk wasn’t enough to battle the oncoming headache or deal with Hayden, who stood stiffly beside him during the medical briefing after tracking him down in his office and shoving sustenance at him.
“Healthy, in as much as their systems seem to be functioning adequately, they’re not complaining of discomfort, and they’re eating,” said Lead Medic Fessis. “Follow me, you’ll see for yourselves.” He led the contingent down a pale pink corridor into the Cultivation areas of the Medical Ward.
Hayden took one look at the younglings and turned to Damien. “Have the room cleared immediately. No new personnel in there. A list of the personnel who have come in proximity of them needs to be compiled.”
“Who are they?” Damien asked as he observed the ten young children quietly entertaining themselves, preternaturally calm. Or at least he assumed were young. Maybe they were mature, but with no weapons or obvious physical defenses they seemed innocuous. Hayden was right; appearances could be deceiving. “What threat do they pose?”
“They are Hetaerae.”
“What’s going to happen?”
“If they’re lucky—nothing.”
At last. Slowly rising from the depths of sleep, Damien smiled and stretched. An arm brushed against him. Hayden watched the youth rolling over as he blinked awake. He brought a hand up to cup his cheek. “Good sleep?” Damien wiggled closer into his touch, bringing his arm around Hayden’s waist.
“The best,” he murmured with a soft kiss.
After nearly two T-cycles, Damien had been exhausted when he finally let Hayden steer him back to his quarters. Leaving the Silken Caravan, its illicit cargo, and all the questions behind. Chaos could wait an additional few thousand T-units, especially since their kissing awakened more
.
Hayden drew out his lip as he ended the kiss and nipped his jaw. Damien moaned as he licked his way down his neck, suckling lightly. Slipping his thigh between Damien’s as he moved over him, pushing him onto his back.
“Why didn’t we do this before?” Damien whined as Hayden’s mouth continued to blaze a trail down his body, leaving marks along the way, sucking, biting, and his tongue laving long, lazy pathways.
“If we had, I never would have been able to stop. To leave you.” He tugged the flesh between his teeth before he let go, enjoying the desperate sounds coming from his beshert. He licked and kissed those marks until whines became moans.
“Faster,” Damien demanded. “I need more.” Hands were running through his hair, pulling as Damien arched into him.
“You are needy,” Hayden hummed as he worried a bit of skin dark purple and then moved on.
“Now. Please, Hayden. Please...” he babbled, arms flying wide, trying to hold onto the bed.
“No.” His thumb and finger tweaked Damien’s nipple. “I’ve waited this long to have you and I plan on tasting you thoroughly.” Damien’s fingers clawed at the sheets as he licked into his navel. Hayden nudged the eager cock aside to pull on the delicate hairs leading down until he reached the soft curls at its base. With a deep breath, he pulled in the scent of his boy, his beloved.
“So hard and desperate with your cock dripping.” He wrapped a hand around it and gave a couple firm tugs along the shaft. “This is mine, now. Mine.”
“Yeah, I get it,” Damien panted. “No more dancing at Roots.” His voice broke as Hayden’s pace quickened.
“No dancing without me,” he clarified, watching his lover thrust up into his hand. Eagerly chasing what Hayden was offering. “I will be the one who sees to your pleasure. It is my responsibility; no one else.”
“Fuck me,” begged Damien as his hips eagerly sought more.
Hayden chuckled. Impatient boy. He grabbed hold of the wildly thrusting pelvis and pushed down, pinning him to the bed. “Don’t worry, beautiful.” He swirled his tongue around Damien’s cock, lapping up the errant dribbles. “I didn’t traverse 12,000 kiloparsecs in the last six cycles, achieve the rank of Kapit, and smuggle Boson lasers for your father just to fuck you.” Hayden’s tongue slid beneath the delicate foreskin to caress what was still hidden. “By the time I’m done, you’ll know to beg for more.”
Hayden guided his legs back, wrapping Damien’s hands behind his own knees. He caressed the backs of the pale thighs with their dusting of near invisible, baby-fine hairs. “Gorgeous.”
Breaths stuttered in and out of Damien, and a blush began to bloom across his face and creep down as his inspection continued. Hayden leaned down and kissed his testicles, high and tight—so full. His boy was ready to blow.
“Control yourself. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Damien groaned as another small spurt oozed from the tip of his penis, and Hayden chuckled. Patience and endurance, two things they could work on together. No more fast fumblings, it was time for his lovely to learn the long game.
He moved lower, pulling Damien onto his lap, bending him in half to get a taste of what he wanted, finally. Licking the curves of his ass, salty and sweet, and every bit as delicious as Hayden imagined over the cycles. All his—all of it. He suckled and bit, leaving marks of his possession. Damien was his. He gentled his attentions on the tender skin, so smooth, usually hidden from sight, with long licks and soft draws of his teeth. Poor boy. Damien was already incoherent and crying out in anticipation.
“No one thought to worship where they conquer?” Hayden asked. He smiled at Damien’s frantic head shaking. “Idiots, unworthy of you.”
He licked deep between Damien’s cheeks. The skin so soft, getting darker and guiding him to the rosy furl. He broadened his tongue and lapped gently across it. Each lick asking for entrance; open up, pretty boy.
As Damien’s body began to relax, the muscle loosened and reflexively clenched. Hayden pointed his tongue and pushed in with a hungry moan. Fucking into his boy at last.
“Ohhh... FUCKSTARS!” Damien shouted. Definitely not a quiet one. He panted and whined with each thrust. “HAY—DEN!”
He got kicked in the back as Damien lost purchase on his left knee, and felt him scramble to grab it again as Hayden continued his onslaught, sliding a thumb in beside his tongue. Stretching the rim wider and delving deeper, reveling in the sounds that escaped Damien as he licked. Needy and desperate. Hayden slid his second thumb in alongside the other and started stretching the rim wide, preparing him for more. Pulling them apart and licking deep into his boy.
“Almost ready, sweet one,” he reassured.
Damien moaned wantonly, undulating, his muscles flexing, trying to push back onto Hayden’s tongue. “Yes—So ready,” he averred.
His boy was ready. They were both ready. Kneeling up, Hayden stroked himself, lubricating his cock with the copious fluid it had been emitting while he was eating that sweet ass. All slick, he notched the head of his cock against the spit-slicked hole. Damien mewled and tried to satisfy himself by arching backwards.
“Hungry?” He teased, pushing, breaching, and then pulling back. Hayden chuckled at Damien’s frustration, his grunts. Sweet thing needed to learn the pleasure in not rushing. He kept at it, slowly pushing in—underestimating his boy.
Damien rolled himself up, grabbed hold of his shoulders, and impaled himself on his cock. Hard, and sliding deep all at once. They both held their breath, trying to process the sensations.
So tight and hot, Damien’s body was gripping him in a strangle hold. His hands slid under the boy’s ass to feel where his thick cock breached, running his fingertips around the edge stretched tight. Mercy. He fought for control. Control, not to throw the boy down and fuck into him like an animal, pounding swift and hard until he’d grunt out his load.
Damien hadn’t hurt himself thankfully. “Impetuous,” Hayden admonished and slapped his ass. Damien keened loudly, and Hayden smiled. Oh yes, he could work with this.
He gently circled his hips. Small increments, which if the continuous moans were anything to judge by, had Damien’s undivided attention. “You naughty boy.” Each word was accompanied by a sharp smack, the reverberations magnifying the sensations.
Damien whimpered, his eyes were blown wide, mouth open as Hayden licked a nipple. Slowly, the tension eased in his boy’s body and he began to move him on his cock. Lifting him up and down, thrusting into him on the downstroke. Still tight, and so good. So pretty with his silver blond hair in damp tendrils, his slim body slick from his efforts as Damien’s ass clenched around him.
“That’s it. Use your tight hole to milk my cock,” he demanded. Damien whined as he worked those muscles to please him. “Gorgeous,” he grunted as the rhythm of their bodies synchronized.
Damien’s wet cock made trails on Hayden’s stomach as he lifted him up and down. He moved Damien’s flopping arms to his shoulders and tapped his flank.
“Ride me, boy. Show me how much you want it.”
Damien moaned as he pulled himself up, using Hayden as leverage, and then lowered himself again. Damien quickened his pace, his slick body sliding against Hayden’s hands, which kept him steady. It wasn’t long before the movements became uncoordinated as Damien panted, his ass clenching harder as cum painted stripes on Hayden’s abs.
Hayden didn’t wait for him to finish before he rolled him over. Pushing Damien’s knees to his ears and fucking into him hard. Relentlessly pounding into Damien’s lax body, his eyes glazed and small grunts escaping as he took each thrust.
“Want to take you out, let people see just how pretty you look wrecked on my cock.”
Damien whimpered, trying to clench around him. Trying so hard and half- hard already.
“How good you are.” Slowing down, Hayden leaned back to watch his cock in his boy. Letting Damien catch up again by rocking slowly, enjoying the hot grip. He ran a finger around the rim, and Damien gasp
ed. Tender and swollen, Hayden couldn’t wait to see his come dripping out.
“And have someone lick you clean.”
Damien shuddered, completely hard again.
“My precious boy.” Hayden thrust harder, a punishing pace that was in contrast to how calmly he spoke. “I could have a line waiting to soothe your swollen hole when I finished with you. Begging to lick my come out of you.”
Damien groaned, reaching for his own cock.
“No.” Hayden grabbed both wrists, pinning them over his head. Damien looked shocked, a shiver running through his body, and then started bucking back onto Hayden’s cock again. “Would you be good, so good and beg?”
“Yes,” Damien whined, pushing against the hands holding him down. “Please...”
“Beg me for more, or to make them stop as I held you wide open for them?”
Damien froze and groaned as he ejaculated a second load of cum. Damn. Hayden followed Damien, pumping hard and hot at his boy’s unexpected response. He could definitely work with this.
Unexpected Guests
“Why, in all of the galaxies, is there no mention of this race in the logs?” demanded Captain Altamura. Damien had rarely seen his father so incensed. Vox, head of Security and Intelligence, was unperturbed by the outburst. He scanned through a couple screens and then looked up.
Vox began, “Interviews with the Hetaerae have yielded little. Contrary to original assumptions, they are not mute. They are the strongest empaths I’ve come into contact with and communicate exclusively among themselves, unless separated for questioning. We also believe that they are significantly older than they appear; they have no difficulty acquiring new behaviors to interact and demonstrate advanced reasoning and abstraction abilities.”
After pausing to consult some notes, Vox continued briefing. “None of the ten have, are able, or are willing to share any memories prior to their boarding the Silken Caravan. Other than their names, they are virtual blank slates. Perhaps Captain Ferrier would share with the assembly what he knows?”
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