by JaysonJax
“Innate skill,” Aden said. “That’s how they survive.”
Aden finished up and took the vial. “I’m sure one of those eggheads can figure out if this has all it needs or not. If it doesn’t, we’ll have to figure something out.” He capped the vial and gave one last look at the baby nursing. “I think I remember reading about some weird tube system so a man could experience breastfeeding when my sister was pregnant. Maybe we can rig something up so he gets the best of both worlds if need be.”
“Best of both worlds?”
Aden smiled. “A bond forms with breastfeeding. They get the skin-to-skin contact they need. If you can’t provide the nourishment, we can enrich it with formula.”
“They had that here on the island?”
“Sir Ian was well prepared for the possibility of filling a whole nursery with half-breed babies. Diapers, cribs, formula, clothing… the whole works,” Aden answered.
“I don’t like that name. Half-breed,” Carter murmured.
“Well, your baby isn’t wholly human. He’s half idaltu,” Aden said.
“I fully understand that, but I still don’t care for that name.” Carter eyed Aden a moment, and the man seemed to understand by the look on his face. “As far as enrichment…I want him healthy. Do whatever you need to.”
Ben’ab rose, eyeing Aden. “I go with you. Protect you.”
Aden laughed. “I doubt I need protection from a room full of scientists.”
Ben’ab took a step forward, growing closer to Aden. “I go.”
Aden lifted his head and stared up into Ben’ab’s eyes a moment before nodding.
Carter’s gaze flicked to Ma’tic’s.
As soon as the two left the room, Carter chuckled. “I don’t understand why the two of them aren’t already fucking.”
Ma’tic smiled. “Maybe they are.”
Chapter Three
Aden felt Ben’ab’s stare on his back as they made their way to the room full of scientists and doctors. The men had been locked up for months now. Ma’tic had demanded their incarceration for the role they’d played in creating and imprisoning the cavemen… knowing that if any of them were able to escape the island, it meant death to the primordial men.
The only way they could survive with some freedom was to keep everyone on the island.
Aden looked over his shoulder and saw the fierce warrior staring at him. For months, they’d played this game—Ben’ab staring and hovering, him wishing the man would cross the line they both lingered on opposite sides of.
If he was honest with himself, he’d just go to the caveman and ask for what he wanted, but there was a piece of him that couldn’t understand this lust he felt. Ben’ab was a creation in a lab, a beastly male, not even human.
Homo idaltu were a race of pre-humans, close ancestors to mankind. Enough human DNA had been used to plug up holes in the samples gotten from ancient bones that they were likely somewhere in between. The specimens here on the island didn’t have the same furrowed brow. Their skin was more caramel than the darker browns it was believed their people had been.
Specimens…
That’s what the scientists had called them. As if they were something to study in a lab. Is that really how he saw Ben’ab now?
They’d proven their ability to learn… to grow…
Ma’tic spoke in almost perfect English now. Ben’ab wasn’t too far behind him. Once able to communicate, many of the cavemen had proven they were capable of rational, logical thought. They weren’t as primitive as they’d been considered.
Yet there was still an animal side to them. They tended to be aggressive… territorial… and dominant.
A chill raced down Aden’s spine at his last thoughts. He could feel the heat of Ben’ab’s stare behind him… if only this caveman was aggressive… territorial… and dominant.
He paused before the caveman guarding the door behind which the doctors resided. “Open the door, please.”
The caveman stared at him a moment before that stare drifted to Ben’ab.
Ben’ab murmured something in their native language before the guard huffed at Aden—and then opened it.
Aden stepped inside and half the men and women there rose to their feet, ready to be freed. The rest gazed at him indifferently, not moving from where they lounged.
“Oh look, the traitor has come to say hello,” one of the doctors said, wrinkling his nose with distaste.
“Traitor?” Aden asked.
“You sided with them,” another spat, glaring.
“They were hurt. I did my job,” Aden said. “And I need someone here to do another. I need someone who can analyze a liquid for its chemical breakdown.”
One man stepped closer. “I can do it… if it means getting out of this room.”
“Look, traitors are infectious.”
Aden turned to the mouthy doctor. “If you have nothing important to add to the conversation, I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”
The doctor was on his feet in seconds, lunging toward Aden.
Ben’ab stopped the man in his tracks and flung him against a nearby wall. The doctor made a hmphfff sound as the air was knocked from his lungs, and he then slid down the wall, wide-eyed and silent.
“Aden needs help. Help or stand back,” Ben’ab spat.
Several heads whipped toward Ben’ab, likely at his clear use of English.
“Who’s been teaching him?” one of the researchers asked, stepping closer, his gaze on Ben’ab.
Aden had met the man before, but couldn’t recall his name. Doctors on his team, Aden knew. The others he’d seen in passing, but hadn’t quite gotten to know. He’d only been on the island a few short months before bedlam had occurred.
“Carter and Ma’tic,” Aden answered. “Ma’tic is reading already.”
“Fascinating,” the researcher murmured, stepping even closer to Ben’ab. He turned to Aden. “Does the specimen show any other new behaviors?”
Ben’ab grabbed the researcher’s chin and turned it his way. “Not specimen. Have question? Ask me.”
Pink tinged the researcher’s face. “Sorry.” He took another step closer to Ben’ab, and Aden couldn’t help but feel a bit territorial himself. “I have so many questions.”
“We’re not here for questions,” Aden spat. He turned toward the scientist who’d agreed to help with their problem. “You can do what I need? And follow their rules?”
“If it gets me out of this stinking room, yes,” he said.
Aden turned to Ben’ab, who eyed the man before nodding his approval to Aden.
He turned to the scientist. “You’re hired. Come with me.”
Aden turned to exit, followed by the scientist. Ben’ab was the last to turn and leave.
“What about me?” the researcher called. “I have questions… I can help, too.”
“We don’t need your help,” Aden blasted over his shoulder.
“Bring him,” Ben’ab said.
Aden stopped in his tracks and turned toward Ben’ab. “Why?”
“Because I want,” Ben’ab spat.
Aden met Ben’ab’s stare, and something hit him square in his chest. Disappointment? Jealousy? Sadness? He wasn’t sure he could quite put a finger on what it was he felt. “Fine. Bring him,” Aden said before storming out of the room.
“What is it you need me to test?” the scientist asked behind him.
Aden had almost forgotten him in his anger and need to escape the room. “I’ve got a vial of milk. We need to see if it’s got everything it needs to sustain a baby.”
“Milk? You mean formula?”
“No, milk.”
“From what?”
“A human,” Aden said, not wanting to get more into detail.
For a minute or two, all he heard was their feet on linoleum.
“What?” the scientist said from behind him. “Has Carter had his baby? Is the milk from him?”
“Yes,” Aden answered, not going into detail.
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br /> “Milk? From a man?”
Aden entered the small lab where he’d stored the vial. He opened the small refrigerator and handed it to the scientist. “The baby refuses a bottle and only wants to nurse. We need to know if this has all the things the baby will need or if we need to find a way to supplement.”
The scientist looked in awe at the vial. “Men are capable of lactation, but it’s rarely filled with the nutrients needed.”
“I know, which is why I need you to test it,” Aden said. “Do you think you can handle that?”
Ben’ab soon came to the door, eyeing Aden. Seconds later, the researcher peeked in as well.
“We’ll need a guard for this room,” Aden said without looking at Ben’ab.
“I will send,” Ben’ab said.
“I’ll stay until you send someone,” Aden said before turning his back on the caveman.
“Aden?” Ben’ab asked, his voice low and deep.
“Yes?” Aden said without turning around.
When nothing came, Aden finally looked over his shoulder.
Ben’ab and the researcher were gone.
* * * *
Jaime awoke to the feel of a hard cock pressed against his ass. Excited, his mind cleared quickly. He turned in the bed…
To find a smiling Drew staring back at him.
“Morning, big boy.”
“I’ve known you almost all my life, Drew. Now you decide we should fuck?”
“I’m bored,” Drew answered. “I’ve been staring up at ceiling tiles for days. There’s only so many hours in the day that eating and sleeping can fill up. It’s this or masturbate. Either way, you’re gonna see my cock. At least if we do it together, it’ll be more interesting.”
Drew leaned in and kissed Jaime’s lips before he could respond. He felt absolutely nothing. Drew was a friend and only a friend. No matter how bored he was, this wasn’t an option in his book.
“You know we’re both bottoms. Unless you’ve got a hidden talent I don’t know about,” Jaime said.
“I figured we could test out our top sides.”
Jaime rolled his eyes.
Before he could say a word, Drew grabbed the sides of his face and began kissing him again.
“Stop this,” Jaime said, trying to push Drew back. “Come on… this… isn’t funny.”
Drew ignored him, kissing him between rushed words.
A guard burst into the room and grabbed Drew by the arm. It wasn’t Na’ear or Tig’un but one of the others who seemed to rotate out on some schedule. He dragged Drew from the room, screaming. Jaime pounded on the guard’s back, trying to prevent the caveman from taking his friend. The guard turned and punched him in the jaw, knocking him back several feet.
The door slammed, trapping him inside alone.
Outside, he could still hear Drew screaming.
His heart slammed in his chest. What were they about to do with Drew?
Jaime felt something wet on his mouth. He reached up and touched his sore lips. When he brought his hand back, he saw crimson on his fingers. He moved his jaw back and forth, testing to make sure it wasn’t broken. Jaime was relieved when it appeared okay, only aching.
He rose to his feet and crossed to the door. He pounded on the door, begging them not to hurt Drew. Hopefully someone outside understood his words.
Hours passed. His fists hurt from pounding. His throat was raw from screaming and pleading. His jaw hurt from the punch, his split lip burning every time he spoke, but he wouldn’t give up. He could hear Drew screaming and pounding not far away, so at least he knew his friend was still alive.
By the time Na’ear or Tig’un arrived to begin their shift guarding him later that evening, he was utterly exhausted. Tig’un stormed into the room and took his chin in one hand. His stare trailed over the spot where he’d been struck and knew there had to be a bruise there. The male looked over his face, a frown on his.
He said something to Na’ear in a language Jaime didn’t understand. The pair looked at one another and then again at him.
The other caveman closed the gap and stopped inches from him. Gently, Na’ear traced his fingers along Jaime’s jaw. “Who?” the caveman grated out, anger in his stare.
“The guard,” Jaime said, pointing at the male still standing at the door.
Tig’un released him before crossing the room and backhanding the guard who’d struck him. Tig’un seemed to scold the caveman in their language before slamming the door on the man.
“What are they doing with Drew?” he asked the cavemen.
“Friend safe,” Na’ear says. “Across hall.”
Jaime sighed with relief. “Can I see him?”
Na’ear grabbed Jaime’s wrists behind him before walking Jaime out into the hallway. The caveman’s big hand was large enough to bind both his tightly. A shiver of excitement at the hold raced through Jaime, causing him to tremble. This time, there was a bit more gentleness in Na’ear’s actions, but Jaime doubted the caveman knew his own strength. Even gentle, the touch was coarse and strong.
He was hauled down the hall some. A door was opened, and he could see that Drew was okay.
“What’s going on?” Drew asked, eyes wide.
He wasn’t allowed to answer. Na’ear grunted, and another caveman closed the door.
“Friend is safe,” Na’ear repeated.
He was then returned to the room they’d come from. Once they were back, Na’ear tossed Jaime to the bed.
The rough treatment had pushed Jaime to the edge. He felt his body grow hard with want. He rolled over and made sure Na’ear saw how affected he was.
His cock jutted out, tenting the material of his pants.
The caveman saw. It was apparent by the look on his face.
“Close door,” Na’ear said over his shoulder at Tig’un.
Jaime tried to fight the smile coming to his lips.
Na’ear stepped closer and grasped Jaime’s hard cock. He massaged the staff through the material before ripping open Jaime’s pants.
“Careful,” Jaime said, but was silenced as Na’ear tore his shirt off.
His briefs were rent from him next, leaving him naked except for his socks and shoes. Both men sidled up beside him, their muscled, nearly naked bodies taking up so much space. Their skin was on fire, singing him as they surrounded him.
Na’ear lowered his head and covered Jaime’s lips with his own. The kiss was urgent and feverish. Their hands and lips were everywhere, stroking him higher.
The fabric covering their cocks was tented beyond Jaime’s expectation. He reached down, one hand on each cock, and began to stroke two of the biggest shafts he’d ever seen. Na’ear pulled on the ties holding his covering on. It fell to the floor, baring the caveman. Tig’un was next, baring his huge rod.
Jaime stroked both monster cocks, his mouth watering to taste them… to see if they were any different than a human in any way. From what he saw, they looked just like any other man, only larger. He fell to his knees, hungry to taste them.
First, he drew the head of Na’ear into his mouth, suckling the tip before swallowing a few inches. With his free hand, he massaged the heavy sac underneath before again gripping the base and stroking in time to the thrusts of his mouth.
All the while, he’d continued to jerk Tig’un’s cock. Once he was assured the taste and texture of the first caveman was just like a human, he turned to Tig’un to confirm. Back and forth he moved, sucking and stroking them both in turn.
He heard their moans filling the room as he worked their cocks. The sound was music to his ears. Jaime swallowed more of the cock in his mouth, trying to draw as much in as he could. It hit the back of his throat, gagging him some. He changed and swallowed the other cock, loving the feel of it on his tongue.
Na’ear grabbed the back of his head and pumped his hips, feeding Jaime his thick shaft. Again he gagged a bit. Jaime placed his fist around the base to help him guide just the right length in. A hint of salty-sweetness washed
over his tongue, and he grew excited to taste more. Hastening his pace, he slurped the caveman’s cock.
Apparently he’d ignored Tig’un too long. The caveman knelt behind him. Pressing the head of his cock against Jaime’s bare ass, he groaned with lust.
Tig’un’s strong hands clasped his hips as the caveman pumped forward. The head kept pressing against his anus and sliding up along the crack of his ass before it found purchase and entered him just slightly.
Without lube, the stretch burned. He cried out around the cock between his lips and moved forward, away from the cock. As bad as he wanted to be fucked, he couldn’t do it raw and unlubed. He let Na’ear’s cock drop from his lips before spitting on his fingers.
Jaime moved his hand to his ass and wet his ass, sinking two fingers inside his ass to prep himself for such a big cock. After playing with himself for a moment, he drew his fingers out and angled his ass up for Tig’un to take.
Tig’un grabbed his hand and drew it back to his ass. Jaime looked over his shoulder and saw the caveman wanted him to play with himself more. He didn’t need to be told twice. He sank his fingers inside himself again.
He returned to sucking Na’ear’s cock, all while playing with his sensitive ass. Soon he heard the door opening. Turning to look, he saw Tig’un leaving. Jaime lifted his stare to Na’ear—who only prodded him to take more cock between his lips.
Jaime sighed around the fat shaft and got back into a rhythm. He wanted them both, not one. Apparently he truly was the greedy bastard everyone claimed he was.
He focused on the feel of the cock between his lips. He could feel the pulsing of life through the rod. The caveman’s heart thundered from the feel of it. Knowing he was the cause made him smile. Jaime lifted a hand and caressed the heavy, seed-laden sac at the base of the caveman’s monster cock.
Lifting his stare again, he saw the man watching him intently. Jaime slowed his motions some, dragging them out to torment his captor. After a few minutes of unhurried strokes, Na’ear groaned.
“Fast,” he ground out. “Go fast… again.”
Jaime refused to obey the command, curious if the caveman would make him. He watched as a look of ire grew on Na’ear’s handsome face, second by second, as he continued to disobey.
