Clan and Conviction (Clan Beginnings) (10 page)

Wynhod couldn’t wait to show him how he hadn’t forgotten anything either.

The Dramok rose up, leering down at him with a satisfied smirk.  His grin was downright hateful as he said, “I know that look, Nobek.  You’re so cute when you’re plotting revenge.”

Wynhod’s angry yell echoed off the featureless walls.  “I am not cute!”

Gelan yanked on one of Wynhod’s boots, pulling it free.  “Adorable.  Cuddly.  Endearing.”  He tossed the boot over his shoulder and grinned.

Wynhod snarled, showing his fangs.  “You.  Will.  Bleed.”

“Promise?”  Gelan pulled off the Nobek’s other boot.  He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Wynhod’s formsuit and yanked until he lay there naked.

The enforcer’s cocks pointed straight up, as if accusing the ceiling of some heinous crime.  The primary one was the largest, glistening with Wynhod’s natural lubrication.  The circumference was broad at the base, tapering to a point at the tip.  A pearlescent drop had formed already, showing his body’s eagerness.

It was Gelan’s turn to growl as he looked his naked victim over.  “Damn.  Fuck me raw.”

“I’d be glad to.  Release me.”

The Dramok snorted.  “I don’t think so.  You’re the one getting fucked.”

His hands rubbed up and down Wynhod’s muscled thighs as he spoke, his gaze centered on Wynhod’s pricks almost as if hypnotized.  The Nobek felt a surge of pride to be looked at with such blatant lust.  Even when young and under the influence of sometimes wild hormonal urges, Gelan hadn’t been one to get excited over just anyone.  He only satisfied his carnal appetites with men he trusted and respected.

“Damn,” he groaned again.  “You look better than ever.”

“Show me,” Wynhod invited.

Gelan gave him a crooked grin.  “You first.  Hold yourself open for me.”

Wynhod’s knees were bent and his hands on the back of them, spreading his thighs wide before he consciously thought about it.  He roared at the Dramok for making him assume such a demeaning posture.

“You bastard!  I am going to hurt you worse than you’ve ever known for this!”

Gelan’s tone told Wynhod how unimpressed he was with the threat.  “Yeah, yeah.  Bleeding, pain, screaming … I got it.  But for now, you’re mine in any way I wish.”

He crouched low, and Wynhod tensed.  All thoughts of retribution fled his mind as Gelan’s mouth neared the Nobek’s livid groin.

His mouth enclosed the very tip of the smaller cock that jutted up beneath the other one.  There was heat and wetness and delicious pressure against the sensitive flesh.  Something deep inside jolted Wynhod with a burst of electricity.  Then Gelan’s rough silk tongue dragged over the top of the Nobek’s smaller member.  Heat sizzled from the point of contact down to the base, where it welled thick and heavy between his two cocks. 

Wynhod’s groan came all the way from his curling toes.  His primary dick, the one with the opening, spat pre-cum.

“Good?” Gelan asked.  Without waiting for an answer, he licked Wynhod’s secondary cock from base to end.

The Nobek’s breath exploded from his lungs as near-painful ecstasy fumed violently in his loins.  He gripped the backs of his legs hard enough to bruise himself.  More pre-cum dribbled from his cock as the pressure grew.

“Fuck!”

Gelan chuckled.  “You really should relax, you know.”  He licked again, and Wynhod fought against the command holding him still, trying to writhe against the agonizing pleasure filling his gut.  “Take your time.”  Licking again.  Wynhod howled delicious misery.  “Enjoy the ride.”

The Nobek couldn’t think straight.  Gelan’s gently abrasive tongue erased every lucid thought from his head, leaving only that command to lie still and a violent urge to climax.  But he needed more to grab that elusive release.  A lot more.

A tight fist closed over the base of Wynhod’s front cock.  Yes, yes, that was what he wanted.  Gelan could stroke him to completion, allow that crazed need to escape so Wynhod could recover his senses.  He panted, willing that hand to move up and down his cock.

Instead, the grip squeezed, damming up the pressure that built all the more demandingly.  Wynhod stared at the Dramok kneeling between his bent legs.  The mocking smile told him everything.  Gelan was nowhere near finished with teasing him.

“You monstrous bastard,” the Nobek groaned with feeling.  “You won’t be happy until I go insane.”

“Would you be treating me any differently if our positions were reversed?” Gelan asked.

Despite the agony of his lover choking off Wynhod’s desperate need for orgasm, he managed to laugh.  “Of course not.  Except you’d be crying like an Imdiko right now if I was in control.”

Gelan snorted.  “I don’t cry.  You’ll suffer even more for having suggested such a thing.  Remember, don’t move.”

Before Wynhod could acknowledge the dread that came from hearing those words, Gelan’s mouth went to work again.  This time, he went down on Wynhod’s primary cock while stroking the smaller one hard and fast.

Wynhod bellowed.  Violent lust thudded at the base of his cocks, fed by the unrelenting hand pumping his secondary organ and the hot, wet mouth bobbing and sucking on the larger one.  Gelan’s rough tongue rubbed hard against the vein pounding on the underside of Wynhod’s prick.  Bloodcurdling ecstasy throbbed through the Nobek’s loins, demanding release.  Gelan’s constricting fist allowed no such thing, keeping him in an agonized thrall.  And Wynhod could do nothing but hold himself open for the abuse.

Even Wynhod’s delight in receiving erotic torture was tested in the next few minutes.  He quaked violently under the assault, alternating between choked sounds that resembled sobs and roars of furious demand.  Not one sane thought crossed his mind as Gelan enthusiastically mouthed one cock and rubbed the other.  All he knew were the brutal demands of his body, the downright painful need to climax, the frantic urge to escape his tormentor and not being able to.  He was reduced to the animal that dwelt behind his civilized face, a beast that tried to mindlessly flail against the trap that held it as it endured unceasing, delicious anguish.

Wynhod’s throat was nearly raw from his cries when the mouth at last released him.  The Nobek saw the man between his legs rise and consider him for a moment.

“Pure feral need,” his tormentor exulted.  “By the ancestors, I missed seeing that face.”

Wynhod growled and showed his fangs.  The other man showed his back.  Still holding the Nobek’s primary cock so that the he couldn’t come, Gelan leaned over him.

“Now that my domination over you is firmly established, what do you say we fuck?”

Wynhod couldn’t make much sense of what Gelan was saying.  However, the lust in his tone made him think that the awful pressure in his gut might finally be eased soon.  He just had to play along for a little while longer.

Still keeping his terrible grip on Wynhod’s cock, Gelan used his other hand to position himself.  Something thick and feverishly hot nudged the Nobek’s anus.

“Knowing how much you like pain, I’m not going to prepare you.  You’ll take me while you’re still tight.”

The words were still mostly meaningless noise.  It didn’t matter.  Wynhod knew what was about to happen and welcomed it.  When the other man was fulfilled, then he would be allowed release too.  That was how this game had always gone.  He knew the rules.

Wynhod pushed against the pressure against his ass, opening himself to its invasion.  With a long groan, Gelan accepted his invitation and slid inside.

The ache was burning and immediate.  Wynhod hissed, letting the sensation mix with the angry arousal fighting to get past the barrier of Gelan’s fist.  He unleashed a guttural snarl, at once accepting and warning. 

Gelan snarled back.  He was alpha.  He had won the right to dominate.  Wynhod responded by lifting his chin and offering his throat.

“The venom is wearing off, I see,” Gelan said.  He pushed deep inside and a sudden jolt of pleasure made Wynhod howl.  Liquid fire roiled through his smaller cock and billowed towards the primary one, joining the already agonizing need. 

Gelan drew back and slammed back in, finding that sweet spot once more.  Wynhod arched and yelled again.  His hands sprang free of their grip on his own thighs.  He grabbed hold of Gelan’s buttocks and wrapped his legs around his hips.  He squeezed hard, making the Dramok grind against his prostate, bringing more tormenting delight.

Gelan fell forward.  He managed to keep his fist wrapped around Wynhod’s primary dick as he did so, catching himself with the other hand.  Bracing himself against the floor next to the Nobek’s head, he pumped in and out of Wynhod’s ass, bringing shrieking pleasure with every stroke.  Wynhod’s hold on him made the thrusts stronger, driving him animal crazy once more.

Gelan’s face worked with need, showing he neared his end.  Wynhod had a moment of lucidity, in which he saw how the strong body over his worked, the muscles undulating and writhing in a beautiful wanton dance.  For an instant, the astounding sight stole his breath.

The Dramok’s face abruptly softened and his eyes closed.  The vicious clutch on Wynhod’s prick loosened just enough for him to pump it in and out of his fist.  “Do it,” Gelan gasped. 

At last, molten elation drove through Wynhod’s cock.  He shrieked as it seared its way up and out, thick cables of lust pouring from his body to splash against both men’s bellies and chests.  Some distant part of the Nobek’s consciousness registered when Gelan jerked against him, adding his own cries of completion to the din.

Pulses of rapture were still shuddering their way through Wynhod’s groin when he returned to his senses.  He opened his eyes to see Gelan’s face above his.  The Dramok’s face went slack with rapture, his eyes still closed.

Wynhod reached up and grabbed the back of his lover’s head, pulling him down.  He gave Gelan a bruising, biting kiss, which the Dramok returned in kind.  Wynhod clutched the other man’s body close, remembering how it had moved with savage grace over his.  How stunning and gorgeous Gelan had been.

Wynhod didn’t kid himself that he had just fallen in love with the Dramok.  He was suddenly sure he had never stopped loving him, even after their separation.

The brutal kisses and embraces eased and grew gentler as the last of their immediate lust was spent.  Finally Gelan lay quiet on top of Wynhod, his cheek resting on the Nobek’s shoulder as they gazed into each other’s faces.

Wynhod didn’t know how much time had passed when the Dramok said, “Well, that was fun.”

Wynhod grinned at him.  His dicks were just beginning to stir again, and he intended his primary one to find a tight, warm place to nestle in this time.  “So it was.  Want to see my sleeping room now?” 

Gelan laughed, but his eyes had that wanton glint to them again.  He was ready to go again as well, as his next statement proved.  “Do you have stim tabs to get us through tomorrow, or will we have to stop on the way to work?”

Wynhod kissed his swollen lips.  “I have enough to get us moving.  Pain inhibitors too.”

Gelan snorted.  “I like pain, myself.”

Wynhod nodded.  Gelan always had been as much on the masochistic side as he was.  As many Nobeks were, in fact.  He’d wondered about that side of his lover in the early days, and old concerns flared anew.

Earlier, when Wynhod had held the dominant position for a little while, Gelan had been violently aroused.  It wasn’t usual for the Dramok breed to appreciate being forced into surrender; most despised it with all their beings.  That also re-ignited an old suspicion that Wynhod had entertained seven years ago.  He’d wondered then if Gelan might actually be a mis-categorized Nobek.  Such things happened from time to time.

If that was the case and Gelan’s breed designation was challenged and changed, Wynhod would never be able to clan with him.  The thought made his stomach clench.

I belong with this man, no matter what his breed might be.  It’s not enough to be his friend and lover, either.  I want to be his lifemate.  I want to be recognized as part of his clan.

For possibly the first time all day, Gelan’s thoughts weren’t the same as Wynhod’s.  His tone playfully musing, he asked, “How many rooms in this place?”

Wynhod let worry slide away.  He chuckled.  “Shall we christen each and every one?”

“Well, not if you’re too tired, old man.  You’re what, five years my senior?  Getting a little worn out?”

“I’m four years older, and I’ll be pushing your hover chair in the end.”  Wynhod cracked his palm against Gelan’s ass hard a few times in reproach. 

Gelan hissed at the discipline and showed his fangs, but he didn’t greet Wynhod’s punishment with much of a dominance display.  Not only that, Wynhod felt his lover’s cocks jerk in response to the painful blows.  Even if Gelan really was a Dramok, he had strong Nobek tendencies.

Wynhod pushed away all worries at what the future might hold.  Instead, he concentrated on the present as he got up and chased Gelan into the next room, determined to be on top this time.  It was going to be a long night, but still not nearly long enough to enjoy this man.

Chapter 6

Gelan and Wynhod arrived at the hospital early the next morning.  They were allowed in to interview Hurs two hours later with Dr. Nameq warning them that the Delir-addicted Nobek faded in and out of lucidity.