Creation's Control

Chapter Eight

Ryen couldn’t budge under Drekk’s incredible strength. Like a demon possessed, Drekk pounded into him with violence. The pain Ryen felt didn’t surprise him, but the sheer, growing pleasure did. Each rasp of Drekk’s skin against his, of the swell of his cock inside Ryen’s body made him want to come. The magnetic connection between them intensified as Drekk came hard and continued to thrust.

“That’s right, take my cum, Ryen. Take your master’s seed. I’m going to fuck you until you’re bathing in it. All of me, Ryen, all of me,” Drekk rasped as he fucked harder. Ryen’s balls filled, needing release. Each shove of Drekk deep inside him, the grunts, the sweat, the slick glide of flesh between them only sweetened the desire riding him hard. Fuelled by Drekk’s passion, Ryen groaned, begged and pleaded for Drekk to touch him.

“No, you take what I give you. You don’t spend until I let you,” Drekk said in an odd, echoed tone that made Ryen want to grovel at his feet. Such sheer pleasure, such blissful relief to please another.

“Fuck yes, more, again,” Drekk groaned and pulled out, jetting all over Ryen’s back.

Ryen would have thought he’d wrung Drekk dry even as felt the hot wetness on his skin. Dear night, he ached so badly for Drekk’s touch he hurt.

“Don’t move,” Drekk said between breaths as he lowered his head. Ryen could feel Drekk’s forehead between his shoulder blades. Then the soft press of lips.

Tears of joy filled Ryen’s eyes as he fought not to spill into the bedsheets. His cock was so sensitive he feared he’d burst any minute.

“On your back,” Drekk said and rose.

Ryen shifted onto his back. Drekk disappeared into the lav and returned wiping his dick down with a damp cloth. As he neared, Ryen smelled Drekk’s musk and the citrus scent of soap.

“Put your hand around your cock.”

Ryen groaned. “I’m going to come if I do.”

“No, you won’t.” Drekk stared, his gaze still dark with emotion. “Grip it hard. Jerk it up and down. Let me see that pearly tip.”

Pulling his flesh up and down, Ryen held himself for Drekk’s pleasure. To his astonishment, Drekk was thick and aroused again.

“Now I’m going to cum down your throat,” Drekk said thickly. “In you and on you, in every hole, Ryen.”

Ryen groaned and jerked faster. He stilled when Drekk leaned down and took the head of his cock between his lips.

“Oh, yes,” he hissed, arching up, trying to shove more of himself into that heavenly mouth.

Drekk sucked and ran his tongue over Ryen’s shaft and fingers. He licked at Ryen’s slit.

Quickly turning he straddled Ryen’s face. Ryen didn’t need an invitation. He angled Drekk’s shaft and took it deep. He nearly came off the bed when Drekk engulfed him as well.

The familiarity of the situation struck him, but Ryen couldn’t think past the need building. Drekk’s mouth promised bliss he was helpless to ignore.

When Drekk massaged his balls and shoved a finger into his ass, Ryen groaned around Drekk’s thickening cock. He swallowed the small spurts of cum, and by the feel of Drekk’s own tightening mouth, knew his lover neared the end.

The sudden hard suction around his shaft, in addition to the stroke of Drekk’s talented tongue, shot Ryen into ecstasy. He sucked harder on Drekk’s cock as he spewed, unconscious of anything but the pleasure coursing through his veins.

Hearing Drekk’s groan prepared him to be ready, and he swallowed Drekk’s load.

Sweet and spicy, the wonder of Drekk’s desire rushed through him like lightning. Ryen moaned and swallowed mouthfuls of cream, then licked his lover clean.

Drekk released Ryen’s shaft and shook, panting. Ryen tried to catch his breath once Drekk withdrew from his mouth. They lay together, limp and sated. And then Ryen’s entire world shifted.

Affection wrapped around him like a blanket. He blinked and saw the world in brighter colours, heard sounds sharpened and felt tenfold every whisper of air over his skin, like a physical caress.

“Drekk?” he rasped, knowing he should be concerned but was too out of it to rouse himself.

Drekk groaned and turned around, hugging Ryen to him. He kissed Ryen tenderly, and Ryen tasted a bit of himself on Drekk’s lips. The rightness of it all sent him into a tailspin of emotion.

Tears hit him again. Joy, sadness, fear and acceptance swirled inside him like a solar storm.

“Shh. It’s okay,” Drekk comforted, repeating words of reassurance. He stroked Ryen’s back and arms, curling him into warmth.

“I don’t understand,” Ryen stuttered, having never before felt such conflict. He felt like a pussy for crying, but he couldn’t help himself. The feelings were so intense. Then, as suddenly as they’d come, the feelings departed, leaving a hazy warmth in their place. Peace filled him, calm wonder that seemed to shine around Drekk’s frame like a visible aura.

“Light surrounds you.”

“It surrounds you too,” Drekk said with a sigh. “I can’t believe it, but I think we’ve found wainu together.”

“Wainu?”

“You and I are an amalgam of species, Ryen. One of those is Mardu, but specifically, Xema. A rare race of warriors from this planet. They experience a psychic bonding with potential life mates,” Drekk added with a distinct flush to his features. “One you can accept or ignore once you’re used to the sensation.”

“Life mates, huh?” Ryen wrapped an arm around Drekk. The touch of Drekk’s skin felt like norwali silk, a priceless material much sought-after in the System. And Ryen had full access to it at his fingertips.

“Potential life mates,” Drekk repeated, then swore. “What the hell did I do?” He moaned.

“You made me shoot so hard I lost the feeling in my toes. This beats the hell out of meditation, Drekk. I don’t think I’ll ever be angry again.” Ryen chuckled. “Fuck, this feels so good.” He kissed Drekk on the lips, savouring the contact. “You taste sweet. Once I’m off this euphoric high, I’m going to fuck you again.”

“You’re going to fuck me? I think it’s the other way around.”

“For now.” Ryen snickered. “Can’t wait ‘til I’m buried in your ass. You’re so fucking hot when you come. I want to see it when I’m buried deep inside you. When I collect from my master.” He sighed, completely happy for the first time in his life.

Drekk tried to shake himself from the wainu stealing into his consciousness. He’d mated with Ryen. Fully. Xema taking Xema, never parting, never leaving. The wainu made it hard to be panicked about the huge step he’d just taken. Instead, he basked in Ryen’s touch, in his scent. Senses intensified in this plane of wonderment, of utter union with another.

Though he’d felt it once or twice before with other partners, Drekk had never felt it so deeply. Of course, he’d never before been mated.

He and Ryen were as one in this plane. He sensed Ryen’s peace, experienced his lover’s growing affection and deep satisfaction. Ryen’s entire body tingled with joy, which pleased Drekk to no end.

Not meaning to, he’d finally taken Ryen from his angered life and pushed him in another direction. Drekk had a feeling Ryen would no longer lash out at any and every thing.

And with practice, he’d be able to better control his anger as well, now that he had a mate, a Xema’s ultimate purpose in life.

Fuck. The pleasure sating Drekk faded as he realised what he’d done. He’d just tied Ryen to him without asking for permission. Though they could live apart, they would always need each other in their lives. The sex would be disappointing with anyone else, and in time build a craving just for one another.

Ryen had escaped from a life in the labs only to be bound to Drekk forever. Drekk felt guilty as hell, more so because of the deep satisfaction that filled him. Ryen had pushed him, had taunted him to take control. And he had. Completely. The question was, how would Ryen take it knowing he’d been claimed and mated by a male, by Drekk?

Drekk cursed his exhaustion and hugged Ryen tighter, nuzzling the space between the curve of his cheek and his neck. He smelled so good, so right. Drekk didn’t want to give him up. Stars willing Ryen would accept their bond. Inhaling deeply, Drekk settled into sleep, knowing that only time would tell if he’d made the mother of all mistakes.

Hours later, Drekk woke to the feel of callused hands all over his body. His cock was on fire, hard and hungry for more of his mate.

“Need to come again,” Ryen grunted, then plastered his mouth to Drekk’s.

Drekk immediately took control, conscious of Ryen’s pleased sigh. Though Ryen’s instinct was normally to control a situation, he had finally relinquished his trust and command to Drekk.

“Give it all to me, that’s it.”Drekk lapped up the intimacy needing more. He turned Ryen onto his back and licked his way down Ryen’s body. Latching onto Ryen’s nipple, he teased and bit until Ryen cried out. “I’ve got to see these in clamps,” Drekk murmured as he turned to Ryen’s other nipple.

All the while he felt Ryen arching into him, the male’s thick cock rubbing against his belly with a hunger he too possessed. Wanting more, he left Ryen and dragged him to the edge of the bed.

“This time I’m going to watch you come,” Drekk promised and stood on the floor. His mattress was the perfect height for bedsport, especially now. He pushed Ryen’s legs apart.

“Bend your knees. Watch me fuck you.”

Ryen’s eyes glittered, a blue ocean of desire around golden pinpoints of light. So beautiful. “Oh yeah. Take me.” He hugged his knees.

Drekk slowly pushed through Ryen’s tight opening. Slick from their last time, Ryen still took effort to work through. “You’re so new, so tight.” Drekk panted. “I want to watch you spew while I’m taking you.”

“Fuck yeah. Do it.” Ryen stared up at Drekk through heavy-lidded eyes. “Please, Sir.” Drekk reached forward and grabbed Ryen’s cock while he sank deeper into Ryen’s body. Slowly fucking him in and out, he pumped Ryen, awash in their shared pleasure.

Incredibly, without achieving climax, Drekk and Ryen shared wainu.

“I can feel you inside me, and I can feel me around you, like you’re feeling it,” Ryen said with wonder, his voice impossibly deep. “Drekk, I’m so close. Knowing how much you want me... I’m gonna come hard.”

“Do it.” Drekk squeezed and shoved deeper into Ryen’s ass.

Ryen groaned and came, ropy jets of seed covering his belly and Drekk’s hand.

“That’s it, baby. That’s good,” Drekk said as he rubbed Ryen’s cum over his belly.

“Now me.” He pistoned and came after the third thrust.

Such incredible pleasure. Drekk thought he’d die of it. Worries about the future, about the past and present faded in the web of wainu joining him and Ryen. He eventually pulled out and pushed his cock over Ryen’s semi-hard shaft. Sliding through the sticky mess on Ryen’s belly made him shudder, and he spilled what was left inside him on his mate’s stomach.

“That’s so fucking sexy,” Ryen rasped. “Stars, I don’t ever want to move again.”

“Me too.” Drekk grunted as he pulled away. He hurried into the lav to clean up, returning to clean his lover as well. Tossing the rag aside, he fell alongside Ryen on the bed.

“Watching you spew is almost as good as tasting your cum.” Ryen flushed. “You too.” He squirmed, a moment of discomfort pinging their plane of joy. “You called me ‘baby’.”

Drekk laughed. “And you liked it. I could feel how hot that made you. Oh man, you’re blushing like a woman.”

“Fuck you.”

“Anytime, lover.”

Ryen swore at him again, but there was little heat in it. He linked his hands behind his head and lay in their shared bliss.

Moments of contented silence turned to hours. Drekk ignored his need to talk to Rafe and enjoyed this quiet time with Ryen. With his mate.

“You look pretty damned happy with yourself,” Ryen growled softly. “But let me tell you, that’s not going to happen again.”

Drekk froze. “What?”

“Next time we wake up, I’m on top. I’m still half-hard wondering how you’re going to feel around me. If it’s half as good as I seem to feel around you, we’re going to spend a lot of time in this bed.”

Drekk relaxed. “Fine with me.”

“Really?” Ryen turned on his side. “I thought you were all about the dominance thing.”

“I mean we’ll spend a lot of time in this bed.” He wasn’t yet ready to give himself to Ryen and surrender his all. Not until he knew his control wouldn’t waver. Since the Ebrellion fiasco Drekk felt off, not quite himself.

“Oh.” Was that disappointment in Ryen’s voice? “That’ll work too.”

“So you don’t want to escape any longer?” Drekk asked in a light voice.

“Nah. I gave that up when you came back all bruised and bloody. Face it, Drekk, you need me.”

“I do?” Hell yes, I do.

“Yep. You need me to take care of you. You’ve been on your own so long you’ve forgotten how to need anyone. The next mission, you’re not going solo.” Ryen’s voice roughened. “When you came back last time, some asshole was with you. An Ebrellion, I’d guess. I would have pounded him but he vanished before I could grab him.” Ryen paused, and Drekk met the question in his eyes. “He told me to take care of you.”

“Huh?”

“Why would he do that?”

“I have no idea.” Drekk groaned as he leaned up. “All the blood’s rushed from my head.”

“No kidding.” Ryen sat up as well. “You have a big cock.” He winced. “Going to take some getting used to.”

“Good.”

“Right. But that still doesn’t answer the question of why an Ebrellion would help you.”

“I don’t think they’re all bad.” Drekk recounted to Ryen all that he’d witnessed during his battle with the Ebrellions. “I’d say there were two factions. The ones that had captured the women and the ones that fought against them. I was out of it when I grabbed onto Olla. I remember jumping into the temporal stream when a hand grabbed me.” He frowned. How had he managed to get himself and Olla back here?

“I think we should talk to Rafe about it. I’ve been waiting for the Ebrellion to show again, but he hasn’t.”

“What?”

“He came through once. Why not come through again? Oh, and I didn’t tell Rafe about the guy.”

“Why not?”

“Didn’t seem right to. Oh hell, I can’t explain it. I wanted to talk to you about it first,” Ryen growled.

Drekk leaned over and kissed him. “Have I told you how sexy you are when you’re pissed off?”

“Then you must be in perpetual heat since I’m always angry.”

“Exactly.” Drekk grinned.

Ryen laughed, surprising them both. “Drun. So what say we clean up and get out of here? I don’t know about you, but I can’t handle being locked up.” He waited.

Drekk nodded. “I think we’ve fixed your uncontrollable rages.”

“Oh yeah.” Ryen sucked in a breath when Drekk grabbed his cock. “But we should probably make sure I’m good. Maybe you should suck me off in the shower.” Drekk raised a brow, amused, and released Ryen. “Or maybe you should suck me?”

“As my master commands.”

“Dick.”

“Asshole,” Ryen retorted. He stood and pulled Drekk to his feet. “And speaking of assholes...when are you gonna lick mine?”

“Ryen, keep talking like that and we’ll never get out of here,” Drekk said, aroused again. Normally quick to recover, around Ryen he felt perpetually horny.

Ryen knelt and kissed the inside of his thigh. “I like the way you think.” Ryen licked his lips and took Drekk’s heavy shaft in his mouth. Everything else paled next to Ryen’s tongue and the wainu stealing Drekk’s weakening resistance.

Several hours later, Ryen inhaled a deep breath, overjoyed to feel the sun on his face.

Though Tekar wasn’t nearly as pretty as the eastern section of Mardu, its aggressive and lawless citizens made Ryen feel at home.

He wore an outfit similar to Drekk’s. Rak-hide trousers, a short netter’s jacket over a linen shirt and weapons belt. He also wore a new pair of glasses Drekk had found for him.

No visor, but a dark eye-camouflage that allowed him to see while masking his unique eyes.

Feeling the Melan pistol and Easfran dagger at his side added to his security, though not nearly as much as having Drekk by him.

Casting another side-glance at the male walking next to him, Ryen wondered how his life had changed so drastically in just a few short weeks. Since his rescue from Blue Rim, he’d fought to retain his sanity. Protecting Anin had helped, but he’d had no time to see to his needs or let down his guard. Then they’d been recaptured, and his Handler had been beyond pissed in meting out justice.

Erin’s rescue had been right on time. Had she not shown up, Ryen feared he might have killed every living, breathing body in the damned lab and died while doing it. Instead, Drekk had hauled his ass out of the building and blown Blue Rim to pieces.

Another mark in Drekk’s favour. Ryen smiled.

“Hell. You’re smiling again. Your sister’s going to think I drugged you.”

“Your cum has that effect.” He laughed at Drekk’s discomfort.

“It’s not supposed to have that effect. You’re in better health, no doubt. And you’ve put on some muscle in the short time you’ve been with me.”

“Easy, buddy. I was just kidding.” Was it just him, or did Drekk look guilty? “Okay, what aren’t you telling me?”

“Look, don’t read anything nefarious into this.”

“’Nefarious?’ Must be something pretty bad if you’re pulling out the big words.” Ryen joked but he felt anxious. He didn’t want his incredible happiness to end. Yet a part of him insisted it wasn’t real, that Drekk was too good to be true.

Drekk remained silent and Ryen stopped them on the street. “Drekk?”

“It happened that first night on the pier, when you fought the barbarians.”

“We fought too, as I remember.” Just the start of a budding sexual relationship. Ryen recalled his confused attraction. “If I’d known that would have led to stellar sex, I’d have—fuck it. What are you hanging your head about? What did you do?”

“I didn’t realise I was ‘hanging my head’.”

“I know you.” And he did. As understanding dawned, Ryen relaxed. Whatever Drekk had done might annoy him, but it wouldn’t be the worst that had ever happened to him. For all that Drekk aggravated and bossed him around, he’d always done it with the intention to help, not hurt.

“Yeah, well. That night you pissed me off. I took you down and made you drink some sarfa, to put you out.”

“Sarfa? That shit increases arousal.” The little bastard. “What did you do to me?”

“If you weren’t such a stubborn drun, I wouldn’t have had to do anything. You weren’t healing right and you wouldn’t let me help you.”

“So that’s why I woke up feeling so much better. What did you do, bleed on me?” He narrowed his gaze. “You fucked me. In the ass?”

“No. I, ah, I fed you my semen.”

Ryen blinked. “You made me suck you off while drugged?” Had anyone else admitted to this, Ryen would have pounded him into next week. Yet the enormous weight of conscience that sat so heavily on Drekk’s shoulders forced Ryen to consider that the circumstances must not be what they seemed. Even stranger than this news, an odd sense of respect for Drekk grew; Ryen had never considered him so devious.

“I’m not a rapist,” Drekk growled. “We pleasured each other. You wanted me before I’d drugged you. The sarfa was to ensure that you took everything I gave you. Swallowing my seed healed you from the inside out.”

“Too bad I didn’t remember it.” Ryen inwardly smiled at the guilt on Drekk’s face. His scar whitened, as it normally did when the male was annoyed with something. “You know, you can make what you did right.”

“What I did was right,” Drekk insisted. “I healed you, didn’t I?”

“How would you feel if the same were done to you? ‘For your own good.’” Drekk flushed. “I’d be fucking pissed. What the hell do you want from me? I helped heal you, you giant ass.”

“You owe me.”

“What?”

“Some payback.” Ryen shrugged, concealing his excitement at the prospect. “You took a night from me. You owe me one in return.”

“A night?”

“Yeah, a night where you’re completely mine.”

“Sure, whatever.” Drekk seemed relieved Ryen wasn’t more angry.

“Seal the deal.”

Drekk swore at him in several languages.

“Once you seal the deal, no welching. It’s against Mardu custom, yes?” And legally binding, as Drekk well knew.

“You are such a controlling asshole. Fine.” Drekk put out his hand and they shook. “I owe you one night. The deal’s sealed.”

“Perfect. Remember Drekk, I’ve always been a controlling asshole. It’s in my nature. Submitting to you in bed is something else entirely.” Something I can’t live without.

Drekk gave him one of those looks he still couldn’t figure out. A glance filled with emotion that spoke so much without a word between them. They continued walking down the road in companionable silence.

“We’re here,” Drekk said and turned to Ryen before they entered Rafe’s—Cheltam’s—dwelling. “I haven’t mentioned this before, but I want you to know I’ll keep what we shared private. It’s up to you if you choose to take our association public. You know I have no qualms about doing so.”

Ryen started, not having thought about that. He’d been so consumed with happiness and lust he hadn’t thought about how others might see him and his lover. To some, like his deceased Handler, same-sex relationships were evil, impure. He narrowed his gaze. Then again, Drekk hadn’t said ‘relationship’.

“Association?”

Drekk shrugged. “Call it what you will. I know what we shared.” But do you really? Hell, for that matter, do I? Ryen had just learned how to live in peace.

He had yet to truly test himself around others. Now that he understood sex with Drekk could heal him, not just physically, but emotionally, should he try to experiment with other males?

Was it truly a gender issue, or was it that special something only Drekk possessed?

“Ryen?” Drekk waited, a frown on his rough, sensual mouth.

“Let’s go, associate. I want to talk to my sister.” Drekk muttered under his breath and opened the door. He didn’t seem pleased with Ryen, and his annoyance gave Ryen the boost he’d been needing. So Drekk knew what they’d shared, hmm? Then maybe he wouldn’t mind explaining to Ryen what that meant, in detail...