Made for Two Heroes

by Madison Hayes

  He just hoped he’d find them alive at Judipeao.

  When he returned to the bedroom with his keytar on his back and his sword strapped to his hip, the two lieutenants were ready. Lacey looked good enough to fuck on the spot, dressed in spiked heels, black lace thigh-highs and a silky black thong. Around her neck, she’d tied a dark scarf, the long ends of which trailed down between her naked breasts. Aroused to the point of distraction, Junkie dragged his gaze from her nipples and forced his attention to Jason. “Fuck me,” he murmured as he gave him a pointed once-over. “Could those leather pants get any tighter?”

  Jason sent a wry glance downward to the black leather pants that clothed his legs like a second skin. A gigantic, marquis-cut diamond cockstone glittered at the base of his fly and drew attention to the hard-on that slanted across his groin. The leathers looked like they belonged to Danjer. The cockstone had to be Saxon’s. Other than the skintight pants, he wore only his regulation high leather boots.

  “How the hell did you squeeze into Danjer’s leathers?” Junkie asked with a snorting sound of amusement.

  Jason gave him a half smile that could only be described as cheeky. “Lacey helped.”

  “That’s obvious,” he replied, pointing at the long ridge inside Jason’s pants. “And what’s that on your eyes?”

  “What does it look like?” he retorted.

  Junkie made a face as he squinted at the dark smudges that appeared to thicken Jason’s eyelashes. “It looks like…makeup.”

  “I assumed you wanted me to look provocative,” Jason grunted, his smile turning wry.

  “And you more than succeeded,” Junkie answered with an easy grin. “Good work, Lieutenant Orlov. You’re a credit to the Force.”

  After picking up his black leather jacket, Junkie pulled it on then settled it on his shoulders as he waited for his companions to find something to cover themselves with for the trip north. Jason ended up shrugging on a flashy two-toned jacket he’d found at the back of Danjer’s closet. And it looked just as good on him as it had when Danjer had worn it while on tour. Lacey settled for the long satin robe she’d worn the night before. Ready to ride, they headed down the stairs to the garage.

  They pared the return trip to Judipeao down to two hours, racing across rolling fields of long grass that flattened beneath their speeding magnabikes while their power gauges dropped steadily into the danger zone. But Junkie had made the trip often enough to know exactly how hard he could push the bikes, though they were running on empty as they pulled up to the wide gates of the Iron Palace. There, they were stopped by the Taurans who stood guard.

  A fierce flame of anger burned in Junkie’s gut at the sight of offworlders occupying the fortress that had long been a home to him, first under the command of Au’Banner and more recently under Danjer’s leadership. Fear and worry scraped his nerves raw as he glanced around the empty yard. For the time being, however, he didn’t allow himself to consider the possibility that his friends might have been killed. Instead he focused on the need to learn where they’d been incarcerated.

  Grinding his teeth, he hid his seething emotions from the guards who escorted them through the copper-banded doors to the great hall where a Tauran officer occupied one corner of the long black marble table, his wide lapel pierced with two glittering pencil-thin lizard tails. Burying an unruly growl, Junkie adopted a casual stance and feigned indifference as he gazed down on the officer, evidently the captain of the craft that had issued the distress signal.

  When questioned as to the purpose of their visit to Judipeao, Junkie hitched his butt on the closest dining table. Suggestively, he eyed the two airmen standing beside him and told the captain, “We do business here on a regular basis. Officially, we’re musicians. Unofficially, we do a little after-hours trade on the side…when nobody’s looking. Obviously, we didn’t expect to find Taurans here at the Iron Palace. We were just making our usual rounds and stopped in to visit some of our regular customers.”

  The captain leaned back in his chair and gave them a cursory inspection, his gaze hitching when it got to Lacey.

  “We’ll be on our way, if there’s no business to be done here,” Junkie drawled, though he knew the Taurans wouldn’t let them go, even if they weren’t interested in doing some “business”. With two tempting blonds, however, that possibility seemed just as unlikely. Keeping his expression bored and disinterested, Junkie gazed around the hall. “Where is everybody, by the way? Please tell me you haven’t killed off all our clients.”

  The captain shook his head, his nostrils flaring as his eyes burned on Lacey. “No more than a dozen died in the attack. We were careful to avoid killing any more than necessary before meeting our objective.”

  “Only a dozen,” Junkie ground out between his clenched teeth, his stomach tightening into a knot of concern as he worried about Olan, Saxon and the rest of his friends. At the same time he wondered what the hell sort of objective the Taurans could possibly have in attacking Judipeao and how long they planned to continue their occupation of the Iron Palace.

  The captain’s piercing stare was still stuck on Lacey, his voice a typical Tauran snarl. “You claim you’re a pimp. And yet you carry what appears to be some sort of archaic weapon.”

  “Weapon? This thing? This is just to keep these two in line.” Drawing his sword, he smacked the flat side against Lacey’s behind. She yelped then backed away from him, rubbing her bottom with both hands while smoking him with her gaze. “Everyone on eYona carries a sword. I’d look damn odd if I didn’t.”

  Even though the Taurans’ weapons were ridiculously more advanced than Junkie’s simple steel blade, the captain hesitated, checked by his own sensible caution while distracted by the tempting sight and scent of an unmarked blonde female. Unable to pull his eyes from Lacey, he turned his words at Junkie again. “You could be eYonan warriors.”

  But before Junkie could open his mouth to argue the point, another voice cut in with, “No, they couldn’t. Not all of them.”

  Junkie turned his attention to the newcomer, another dark-haired Tauran, who stood just outside the hall in the stone-tiled entry. The lizard tails on the lapel of his stiff white peplum jacket indicated that his rank was equal to the captain’s. Which was fucking odd. It was unusual for a Tauran freighter to be carrying two officers. This one carried himself with an air of authority that singled him out as the probable leader of the mission—whatever the misbegotten mission was. It was hard to imagine why the Taurans, always careful to project the appearance of neutrality, would have attacked eYona. In truth, Junkie had half expected to find that the Grundians had somehow commandeered the Tauran freighter and faked the distress call, their motive being to punish eYona for helping the Alliance. But he was glad it was only Taurans they were up against and not Grundians.

  “The blond male is an Earther,” said the newcomer as he stepped through the arch from the entry and made his way across the quiet styrowood floor.

  “An Earther!” The captain stiffened, his expression sharpening into suspicion. “That would probably make him a Spaceforce officer, belonging to the unit of military advisors stationed here.”

  The officer’s cruel mouth curled up into a cold smile. “Normally, I’d agree with you. But in the case of this particular man, I know he isn’t a Spaceforce officer. I know he’s a whore.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “Mashtaur Higblith,” Jason croaked, his mouth going dry at the sight of the Tauran sadist who’d cut him so many years ago, leaving him with the scar that had affected him so deeply in the years that followed. The room slowly tilted then started to spin as his stomach churned violently.

  The Tauran’s gaze dropped to the floor then dragged up Jason’s body like an obscene caress. “Jason Oral Love,” he murmured as he slowly transferred his ugly yellow gaze to Junkie. “Nobody could suck dick like Oral Love. But I imagine you know that.”

  “I know a prize cocksucker when I see one,” Junkie drawled back in answer. His eyes glea
med with a strange dark malevolency as he bared his teeth and grinned at Higblith. There was something so coldly lethal in the eYonan’s narrow black gaze, Jason could only be glad Junkie was on his side. If it had been Gray standing there, knowing what Junkie knew, he’d probably have blasted the bastard off the face of the earth. But Jason had a feeling that, with Junkie’s vicious sense of humor, the Tauran’s death wasn’t going to be nearly that quick…or half as pleasant.

  But he was certain that Junkie had realized Higblith was the man who had scarred Jason in his youth and he was just as sure that the Tauran was going to die.

  Junkie’s presence and confidence were like an anchor to Jason’s spinning senses and he took a deep grounding breath. At his side, Lacey growled. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of her fingernails lengthening into razor-sharp claws in answer to the perceived threat. “Down, girl,” he muttered at her from the side of his mouth, knowing they didn’t want to tip their hand this early.

  “What is this one?” Higblith asked, motioning toward Lacey with a casual wave of his hand, his interest in females clearly not as strong as the captain’s. But Jason was already aware of the man’s preferences.

  “An Adept,” answered Junkie.

  “And yourself?” he asked, his voice a silky threat as his gaze homed in on Junkie’s smooth chin.

  “The soldiers here think I’m an Earther.”

  “But you’re not are you? You’re an eYonan,” Higblith stated.

  Junkie just grinned in answer.

  “You’d sell your own mother for a intergalactic buck, wouldn’t you?”

  His eyes glittered as he answered. “I wouldn’t take less than ten for my mother. But I’d give you a deal on my sister.”

  “Is she blonde?” Higblith asked with a cynical snort. “And do you have any brothers?”

  Junkie rubbed his hands together, looking first at the captain then back at Higblith. “Gentlemen,” he said, “I think we understand each other. Let’s do business. We usually start off with a bit of a show to set the mood. The communal slashroom in the men’s barracks has worked pretty well in the past.”

  * * * * *

  Less than an hour later, they were standing in the men’s barracks on the lower level, where the long, open slashroom was located against the west wall, the space between the tiled slash area and stacked bunks packed with Taurans who were obviously interested in what Junkie was selling. “Put on a bit of a show for them,” he muttered at Jason and Lacy as he took their coats and left the two lieutenants center stage on the slashroom floor. Kneeling before his keytar leaning against the wall, he pressed a sequence of buttons and let the music play.

  “We’re going to need more lubesticks,” he announced cheerfully as though calculating his profits, then stepped away to start a seemingly random search through the footlockers standing at the end of each bed—ostensibly on the lookout for lubesticks. But there was nothing random in Junkie’s search. He knew which men in his unit were hunters and which were lovers. As he filled his pockets with thin, paper-wrapped lubesticks, he made note of which lockers contained flat glass bottles of tick pheromone.

  As the music started with a surge of emotional energy, Jason buried his fingers in the hair at his temples and dragged his hands slowly backward, the silken tangles snagging on his strong fingers. His exotically painted eyes blazed on his audience, the corner of his mouth tipping upward into a knowing smile as he flung his arms out to his sides then speared them into his hair again. His fingers were splayed wide as he moved them down his body and rubbed them over the light fan of hair on his chest, across his finely sculpted abs and into his groin area. Rotating his pelvis, he turned, his hands plastered to his gyrating hips as his tight, leather-clad ass carved out a circular motion in time to the music’s erotic rhythm. Spinning to face the audience again, he hooked his thumbs in the top of his leather pants and loosely laced his fingers over the leather placket of his fly. His hips punched upward several times, feeding his groin up and down beneath his hands in an artful rendition of jacking off. His eyes closed and his lips parted as he unlocked his fingers, his hips continuing to jerk upward as his hands moved roughly over the thick ridge straining beneath his black leather pants.

  As Junkie watched, Lacey crept toward her partner on hands and knees. Licking her lips, she wrapped one arm around his calf, her eyes glued to the heavy bulge inside his pants, her hand sneaking up his inner thigh to carefully caress the base of his sex.

  As though unaware of her presence, Jason’s hips continued to undulate as he ground his open palm into his erection. When Lacey made soft sultry sounds of longing, he opened his eyes and stared at her as though seeing her for the first time, his chest rising to the choppy cadence of his heavy, panting breaths. Reaching for the fly on his pants, he ripped it open and freed the long, rigid length of his cock. As Lacey reached for the rough, dark flesh, he turned suddenly and braced his outstretched arms on the tiled wall while his hips continued to move in a sensuous fucking motion.

  Worshipping his fine body, Lacey’s palms moved up and down his long, muscled legs as though imploring his attention, her hands lingering between his strong thighs and stroking the thick mass between his legs. As though on impulse, she rolled from her heels onto her knees and kissed his back pocket.

  A groan weighted with desire broke from Jason’s throat. Reaching back suddenly with one hand, he fisted his hand in Lacey’s hair and dragged her around to his side then turned to face her, giving his audience a nice long look at his cock jutting from the opening in his pants and spearing toward Lacey’s mouth. With one hand still braced on the wall and the other locked in her hair, dragging her head upward, he thrust his hips at her face, his wide cock brutally dark against her fair skin as it lashed her lips and chin.

  Lacey opened her mouth and tried to capture the heavily veined shaft between her lips but the rapid banging thrust of his hips was too violent. Closing her eyes, she let him flog her face with the heavy weight of his cock, the engorged head flailing against her delicate skin.

  The music built to a harsh crescendo and Jason stopped suddenly, as though angry with her. His hand cupped her jaw roughly as he tilted her chin upward then he swept his thumb inside her lips in a silent command to open up. Her mouth fell open and, in an unexpectedly tender gesture, the handsome airman stroked his thumb into the corner of her mouth. For several seconds, the Taurans watched, spellbound, waiting for him to fuck her mouth, uncertain as to whether the taking would be brutally savage or sensuously gentle.

  It was clear that Jason was in his element. Comfortable in his own skin for a change. Despite the feelings of guilt and shame that had been stamped on his soul during his youth, there were obviously elements of his past life which, having been ingrained at a young age, seemed natural. He couldn’t reject them outright. A product of the forces that had shaped him, he couldn’t help but express his sexuality in terms with which he was familiar. And though his actions were a bit on the rough side, it was clear that he was in control of the carnal demons feeding his current dark appetites. The glow of emotion in his eyes said he’d sooner die than hurt this woman.

  Junkie’s intuition told him that Jason needed to release some of his pent-up sexual energy and incorporate it into his life, into his relationship with Lacey.

  Lacey didn’t seem averse to the idea.

  Again, Junkie felt that stab of envy and loss. What he wouldn’t give to have Lacey on her knees, gazing up at him like that. But it was never going to happen. Her heart obviously belonged to the fair-haired airman who danced for her, who held her chin in his wide palm, who taunted her with the broad width of his cock.

  With a twist of his leather-wrapped hips, Jason took her mouth as he drove his straining length to the back of her throat in a sudden lunge. Tenderly, with the broad pad of his thumb, he rubbed the edge of her mouth where her lips stretched wide to take him. Slowly, he pulled his long, wet length from her mouth. A groan of envy rose from the onlookers as they w
atched his cock, shining with Lacey’s saliva, pull from her mouth then plunge back between her lips again. Seated deep inside her throat, Jason rocked his hips slightly, feeding her his cock while holding her face in the tight grip of his finger and thumb as the heavy swing of his testicles grazed her chin.

  Lacey closed her eyes and moaned, her legs sliding apart as she sucked his cock, the fingers of one hand latched on to the clean, muscled line of his leg, the other creeping down inside her panties, where she rubbed her fingers over her mound. As her legs slid wider, her fingers dipped deeper while her hips jerked with the sort of helpless urgency that made a man’s mouth water.

  Junkie swallowed hard. Then swallowed again.

  Slowly, tauntingly, Jason pulled his cock from her throat, resting the swollen head against her mouth while she nibbled the dark flesh with her lips. He watched her as though fascinated, his expression primal and aggressive as his gaze drifted down to the fingers she rubbed into her sex. Then with a yank, he had her on her feet. The Taurans gasped as he pushed her head down and bent her over at the waist. Her small hands were splayed on the tiles as he shoved her against the slashroom wall, ripped her thong away, and penetrated her, his snug leather pants still clinging to his narrow hips. As Lacey let out a stunned cry, a growling rasp rose from the onlookers. At that point, several of the Taurans had their long, snakelike penises out in their hands. Widening their stances, they stroked their tusks up and down the sinuous length of their dicks as they watched Jason flex his knees and nail Lacey with a particularly savage thrust.

  Junkie rubbed a hand over the stiff line of his cock, as affected by the carnal display of sexuality as were the gape-mouthed Taurans. Wryly, he recognized that an Earther with a blastuka could have taken them all out right then and there. Unfortunately, however, Junkie didn’t have one of the powerful Earther weapons. He groaned as he gave his cock another swift, hard swipe. If he had to watch any more, he was going to come inside his leathers. “That’s enough,” he shouted as he stepped through the crowd and turned to face the Taurans. Behind him, Jason froze, his cock buried between the damp cheeks of Lacey’s upturned ass.