No matter how many times they had used that device to administer the medication, Abel still felt the sting of pain with each hit. This would be the one thing he wouldn't miss when it was time to go to war. Sonjie, he would ache for her during the war.
Once the guards got the doors open, they ushered them both inside. The bright lights blinded Abel as he made his way to his usual spot.
"You know the drill, Meat," Cotton said to both, but focused on Cain.
"Strip down to nothing. I know." Without hesitation, Cain undressed out of his black one-piece coveralls, revealing he wore nothing underneath.
As Abel began to disrobe he saw something on Cain that caught his attention. Four distinct angled scratches on just one side of Cain's chest marred his flesh.
Abel knew Cain hadn't been shuttled to Sector G-P61. Since they did everything as a duo, including relieve each other's tensions, sexual and otherwise, Abel knew the marks on Cain's body had to have come from someone on base. But who?
Cain gazed up at Abel who continued to stare at him.
"Getting undressed sometime today?" Cain winked.
"Yeah, sure." With slow movements, Abel undressed and stared at his partner. "So what have you been up to these last couple of days? I haven't seen you."
"You know. This and that. Nothing major." Cain stood in his normal position on the left side of the room, facing the two-way mirror.
Abel deposited his suit on a chair next to him and stood naked on the opposite side of Cain.
"But I did finally do something I should have done a long, long time ago." Cain held a sneaky grin on his smug face.
"Ready, gentlemen?" the voice of Dr. Tuumlar said as it came across the intercom that filtered into the room.
When Abel answered, "Yes, Dr. Tuumlar," Cain said, "Yes, Sonjie."
Cain using Sonjie's first name made Abel whip his head around so that he pointedly stared at the man who used to call Sonjie "Tuumie" and "Doc." So what changed all of the sudden?
"So what was it that you did that's made you a changed cyborg?" Abel asked, knowing that calling Cain a cyborg would get under his skin.
Instead the hothead chuckled but kept his gaze straight ahead. "I finally made love to an angel. A long, dark haired, big beautiful eyed sexbot who is definitely all woman." Just talking about it made Cain's cock rise to attention. "And she has these hands that—"
"Let's get started," Dr. Tuumlar said cutting Cain off.
Cain's grin grew as he rubbed his hand over the scratches.
"Where did you get the scratches from?" Abel asked, unable to hold back his burning curiosity.
"Pump in the cold air," Sonjie announced.
A hiss sounded in the room just as Cain turned to Abel and said, "I got it from the little vixen I was with the other night. So tight and wet and—"
"Who was it?" Abel asked, cutting him off.
"Patience, patience, my boy. Haven't you ever heard of building suspense?"
Abel hated when Cain tried to be cute, especially when Abel wanted to know something at that moment. However, he knew his partner. Cain liked to be begged before he would give up any information.
Although Abel wouldn't beg, he would play the waiting game. He would just act like he wasn't interested, and eventually Cain would want to burst. He'd been that way since he was a kid.
Cain paused for affect. "You really want to know?"
"Fifty-nine degrees," a computerized voice announced.
"Anyone I know?" Abel prodded.
The way Cain hitched up the corner of his mouth made Abel's stomach turn. "Maybe. Depends on your definition of how you know someone. I mean, do you mean it in the way that you walk by a person every day and know their name?" He glanced at the mirror, then turned back to Abel. "Or did you mean it in the way that you know the way a person tastes or how they call your name when they come?"
Even though cold air filled the room, chilling the reflective glass and making their breathing apparent, Abel felt heat surging through his body and over his skin. The way Cain reacted to Sonjie now, and how he kept looking at the mirror, clued Abel that the object of his lusty conquest was Sonjie, his Sonjie.
"Out with it," Abel said, wanting to know the truth.
Cain leaned in closer. "Sonjie," he said in a singsong voice. Then he laughed and stood up straight.
Abel gritted his teeth so hard he thought he would crush them in his mouth. "You're a liar. Sonjie wouldn't have sex with you. She's a professional. And she doesn't like you."
"She liked me enough to ride me and leave these scratches on my chest." Cain laughed, blowing streams of frosted air from his mouth and nose. "Besides, what do you care, Mr. Straight-As-A-Laser. All you care about is this damn mission. There are other things in life than this fucking mission. After all this is said and done, Sonjie and I are going to make a life together. I haven't asked her yet or anything but I'm sure she would love to—"
"Your scratches," Abel began, butting into Cain's fantasy, "Why are they still on your chest? Why hasn't your accelerator kicked in and healed them? They're surface wounds. They should have healed in a matter of seconds."
Cain looked down. This time a look of worry covered his expression. Gone was the smug look from just moments ago.
"Fuck," Cain said between gritted teeth.
"You deactivated your own accelerator just to keep a memento of a night you made up?"
Cain turned to Abel, a mixture of fear and anger filled his dark eyes. "Shut the fuck up. I didn't make it up. We were together."
"Thirty degrees," now a computerized voice said.
After the announcement, it was then Abel noticed Cain's lips turning a light shade of blue along with his skin. Goosebumps covered his partner's body. His bottom lip wouldn't stop shaking.
Abel should have been sympathetic, worried. Instead hatred and contempt filled his eyes as he stared at the man he once called his brother. Now this traitor had taken the one thing that mattered most to him.
"How could I have forgotten to protect myself?" Cain said between gritted teeth.
"A mistake like this would keep you here on Mars with the rest of the trainees," Abel said. "You think Dr. Tuumlar would recommend that you go to Earth to save the humans when you can't even save yourself?"
"K-k-kiss my ass!" Cain tried hard not to rub his hands over his arms by clenching his fists and keeping them down to his sides.
To see Cain's arrogant ass unravel tickled Abel. He bit his bottom lip to keep from smiling.
"I can get through this," Cain said. "I'm always the best. I can make it."
"You can't make it. And if your stubborn ass stays in here too long and damage your systems again, you won't get sent to Earth. Think about it."
Cain turned to Abel. Looking into his eyes, Abel finally found fear.
"Give up the doctor and I'll help you," Abel said under his breath.
"W-w-why do you care?" Succumbing to the cold finally, Cain wrapped his arms around his body. Then his eyes grew wide as he glared at Abel. "No. You can't be."
"Months ago," Abel said, confirming Cain's revelation. "I'm sure the only reason why she had sex with you, if she did indeed have sex with you, was for the mission. She doesn't love you."
Cain shook his head. "She wanted me. She needs me."
"All we have is each other. I can help you, here and in battle. But you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"
"No."
"Then you'll die." Abel took a couple of steps toward him. 'Or you can let me help you."
Cain said nothing even as frozen nose drippings clung to his upper lip and his eyes became sunken.
"C-A-I-N, we show your body temperature is dangerously low," Sonjie announced over the intercom system. "Activate your internal thermal unit and bring your body to normal temperature now."
With his head hung down, Cain didn't look like he could last for much longer. Something had to happen.
"C-A-I-N is shutting down," Abel said in the air knowing it would get
picked up by Dr. Tuumlar. "Are you getting that in the readout?"
"What's happening? Why isn't his auto-thermal sensor not triggering? Get him out of there!" Sonjie screamed into the intercom.
"No! I can help. Let me try something."
With a rough shove, Abel pushed Cain against the table so that Cain's large hands landed flat on the steel surface. Holding onto Cain's hips, Abel pulled the man back, then kicked his feet apart.
He knew this one act would be one way to help Cain. It would also show him that if Abel wanted to he could have let him die in that room. His sacrifice should speak volumes to the man he called his brother. Sonjie belonged to Abel and no one else.
Although the method would be unorthodox, Abel couldn't think of any other way to save Cain…and to show him who was the leader, who was the boss. Abel held his warm cock and stroked himself a few times to get it hard. He had to close his eyes and imagine Sonjie's naked body.
When Cain's image intruded on his fantasy, Abel's eyes shot open. Rage swirled in his belly and through his body until all he could see was red.
Holding the middle of his shaft, Abel slid the tip up and down between Cain's frigid ass cheeks.
"W-w-what the fuck?" Cain stammered.
"You need accelerator. A good concentration of it is in our semen. I don't know how else to give it to you now." He stroked the mushroom-shaped head of his shaft between Cain's tight cheeks, feeling him clenching with each pass. "Unless you want to swallow my semen instead."
"Fuck you!"
"And I don't know how else to prove to you that I'm the one who should be with Sonjie, not you," Abel ground out between gritted teeth into Cain's ear. "Hold still."
Abel could have been gentle. He should have been gentle. When he thought of Cain touching Sonjie, the blood boiled in his body. Anger overtook his rational senses. Thank the gods that the shot they were given before this test hadn't kicked in. Abel felt good being angry. Now he knew how Cain felt on a daily basis.
Abel positioned the head of his erect penis at Cain's tense anus and, without warning, thrust his full length inside of him.
Unbelievable iciness met Abel as soon as he got his full length inside of Cain. A normal human at this temperature would have been dead by now. And since Cain turned off his self-preservation mode, he was damn near human.
The string of curses Cain emitted bounced off the walls as he pounded his fists onto the table. Abel held the length of himself inside of Cain until he felt a bit of warmth starting to surround his shaft. It was working.
Gripping Cain's hips, Abel eased his hips back until just the tip rested at Cain's unyielding hole. As soon as he felt the big man's body relax, Abel slammed himself inside of him again.
"Fucker!" Cain spat.
"It's for your own good," Abel said, trying to sound convincing. "I could have left you in here to die."
"Yeah, this is so much better," Cain replied.
"What's wrong, buddy? Used to be this was all you needed to get by. Now it's not good enough for you anymore."
Abel's speed increased. The more he slid in and out of Cain's compressed channel the more he felt him relax. The power of controlling Cain while Sonjie looked on made Abel's dick throb inside of Cain.
"Maybe I've grown tired of you." Cain peered over his shoulder. "Sorry, pal. You just don't do it for me anymore."
Grabbing his shoulder, Abel shoved the man down so that his chest rested on the table. Then he pounded into him with a purpose.
"C-A-I-N's body temperature is rising to seventy-three degrees," Sonjie announced.
Although Abel felt Cain's body temperature rise each time Abel moved in and out of his ass, he stopped caring about Cain's well-being. The feeling of being inside of him, especially now that his temperature was rising thanks to him, made him feel powerful.
"Eighty-nine degrees. Amazing. I can't believe this is actually working," Sonjie said.
Abel caught the shock in her voice. He pushed even harder into him, finally feeling Cain's body tremble.
Abel's panting breaths came out in white puffs. Glancing at the gauge in the room, the temperature had dipped to below freezing. Both men should have been dead. Instead Abel had saved Cain. For that bit of heroism, one Abel was happy to claim now, he wanted to be rewarded.
Sonjie.
"C-A-I-N's body temperature has reached the normal range! Abel, you did it!" Sonjie screamed.
Cain brought his gaze up to the mirror. Judging by the reflection, Abel suspected that he must have caught that Dr. Tuumlar had called Abel by his real name instead of his cyborg acronym.
Hearing it made Abel's balls tighten. The orgasm swirling in his sac could no longer be held back, especially now since Sonjie recognized how valuable Abel had been.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Abel screamed as his jism shot into Cain, giving him the needed accelerator.
Not able to stop his body's reaction, Cain arched his back and moaned loud enough to rattle the walls.
As soon as Cain's body settled, he lifted his foot, planted it on Abel's knee, and kicked him back. The sound of Abel withdrawing from Cain echoed in the small room.
Before Abel could say anything in objection, Cain turned on him, grabbing Abel's shoulders and pinning him to the wall.
"Did that make you feel like a big man?" Cain asked, his eyes red with anger.
"I saved your life. A thank you would be nice."
"Thank you?"
"Yes, and if you can't say it, then demonstrate it." Abel leaned in closer. "Don't ever see Sonjie again. If I find out you are seeing her, I'll do something that I won't regret."
"You son of a bitch. You did all of that to show off to Sonjie."
The door to the exam room clicked, signaling the arrival of the guards. When they came into the room, they swaddled Cain in blankets and did without the handcuffs this time.
Just as they ushered him out of the room, Abel said, "Am I my brother's keeper?"
Chapter Seven
They knew. After watching the display just moments ago in the test lab, Sonjie's body still shook so much so that she had to sit behind her desk with her head down.
How the hell did they know? She thought she'd been discreet.
Once C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L had been removed from the room and taken back to their quarters, she decided to find out just how the secret of her tryst with both men became known to one another.
"Surveillance video," Sonjie called out to the computer.
The screen on her desk lit up and blinked. The frozen image on the screen was of Officer Gerson wrapping C-A-I-N in a blanket before hauling the cyborg back to his room.
"Five minutes before," she requested.
The screen blinked a couple of times before displaying the image of the two soldiers talking, whispering among themselves.
"Audio," she said and leaned in closer to the screen.
Sonjie blinked when she heard A-B-E-L say, "Give up the doctor and I'll help you." Her hand trembled over the control panel as she played that line over and over again.
Not only did A-B-E-L know, he'd risked C-A-I-N's life to have her.
"Oh, gods," she said silently to herself. "What have I done?"
She couldn't send these two men into battle together. Neither one would look out for the other. Soldiers with no loyalty to one another would hurt not only the mission but also each other.
"I have to talk to the High Commander. I can't send A-B-E-L in to battle. Not like this."
The video continued and when she heard the distinct sound of C-A-I-N grunting, her attention returned to the display.
As much as she didn't want to watch the two men, essentially, having sex to save a life, Sonjie couldn't turn away. Even now her gaze remained on the massive men as one thrust into the other.
Her nipples tightened in her bra the longer she watched the video. She crossed her legs, not to suppress the heat building between her thighs but to rub her clitoris, stimulate it while she watched the men in excitement.
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sp; Once her hand began massaging her breast over her shirt, she stopped herself and straightened up.
"I can't do this." Placing her hands on her desk, she moved herself forward. "Ten minutes before."
The scene froze and the screen blinked again. This time the image showed the two men standing side by side. She gasped when she heard A-B-E-L admonish C-A-I-N for deactivating his accelerator, which would have shut down his self-preservation enhancement.
She shook her head. "All because I love them both." And she did. No matter how hard she'd tried fighting it, the bottom line was that she loved both men.
A-B-E-L had offered her stability coupled with intense sex. C-A-I-N gave her raw sexuality and excitement. But caring for them both was going to get them killed, if not by the enemy, then by each other.
"End," she said in a whisper.
The video screen image stopped again and flashed to the end of the segment. After seeing C-A-I-N look so horrible during the session she had to have him protected and get him out of the room. She knew Gerson hated having to swaddle the large man like a baby, but her heart wouldn't allow for any other treatment to be given.
"Am I my brother's keeper?" she heard A-B-E-L asking C-A-I-N.
Sonjie gasped again. "Brother's keeper? Just like Cain and Abel."
The screen blinked without her making a request. This time another image populated the screen. This image made her scream and push back from the desk as though the man on the screen could actually come through it and get her.
"Hopefully my plan worked. If you're looking at this diary entry right now, it means that sitting in front of me is my beloved Sonjie Tuumlar. Hi, honey," said the frightening video of Lars Urlean.
Covering her mouth with her hand, Sonjie's gaze refused to break from the screen. As much as she'd hated this man for what he'd done to her, she couldn't stop staring at him. Even now with only his image, he had her.
All of this time, Sonjie had tried to break Lars' code. She knew he had a secret diary. She shivered at the number of entries featuring her moaning in the background as Lars talked about some amazing discovery. She should have figured he would have used a Biblical term as the password. It was so unlike him.
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