BioRisk

BioRisk

Chapter warning(s): Slight One-Sided M/F, M/M, Sex, Anal, Language

 

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CH13: Top to Bottom

 

“Mr. Lux, how are you faring?” Drawled the steeled, uninviting voice of Vorago. He doesn’t sound like he particularly cares and I don’t expect him to. His ice-like eyes watch me carefully as if patiently waiting for me to slip up at some point. I don’t know what he expects to find, but he keeps searching me with clinical interest. I can tell he hasn’t found anything of interest, yet, but I know he suspects something.

“I’m fine, Doctor,” I grunt neutrally as I slouch in the metal thing that’s supposed to be a chair. I glance from the corner of my eye and I spot Filia staring at me. She cradles a clipboard in her arm and loosely clutches a pen in the other hand, but she’s just standing frozen near one of the lab tables.

The skeletal doctor glances down at the clipboard, scrawls something down, and then his malignant eyes dart back to me like magnets. He doesn’t look like he believes me. Coughing, he crosses his other leg and leans back stiffly in his computer chair. “Is that so, Mr. Lux? You look…somewhat different.”

“Different in what way, Doctor?” I ask quietly as I intertwine my fingers loosely together. I look at Filia again, yet this time, I turn my head just enough so she can tell that I’m looking at her.

Filia’s face turns beet red and she immediately turns away and pretends to busy herself. Vorago glances at her sharply; however, he doesn’t confront her. Instead of berating his underling, he focuses his attention back on me. He coughs indignantly before saying, “If I knew the answer to that question then I wouldn’t ask you. I do not know how to describe it, Mr. Lux. You just seem…different. Something about your appearance and your manner is not the same.”

“You seem a bit different, too,” I counter back.

Pausing from his incessant scribbling, he leans forward a little. “Oh?”

“Yeah, you have more wrinkles, those dark circles under your eyes are heavier, and you have more grey hair. You also seem a bit more fatigued and irritable, but that probably comes with age.”

Vorago narrows his eyes and looks like he wants to say something truly despicable, but he holds back. He offers me a shallow smile and replies, “Very good, Mr. Lux. Stress and age will do that to you. It seems you have a critical eye for things, which reminds me…how is eh, Dhrele? And Xevos?”

“They’re both well enough,” I respond automatically without another thought.

The thin scientist quickly writes a few more notes on his clipboard. He then rubs his temple with his fingers as if he’s starting to sport a bad migraine. Good, that’s what you get, fucker. “Mr. Lux, have you noticed anything odd as of late? Any behavior changes? Physical or mental? How is Dhrele’s speech pattern progressing? Are his sentences still simple and short or have they advanced?”

Great, now I’m starting to get a headache. There’s no way I’m going to show it, though. I won’t give him the satisfaction of nothing that I’m bothered by something.

“Odd? Well, I haven’t noticed anything odd. Dhrele and Xevos seem healthy both mentally and physically. Dhrele speaks more fluently and understands more. I’m no doctor or professional educator so I can’t really say how advanced he is in his learning,” I reply attentively as if I had taken the time to actually think of answers to his questions. As an afterthought, I add, “Oh, and Xevos still hates you.”

Vorago doesn’t say anything for several long minutes. He just scrawls away with his pen writing all his little notes. I don’t really care to know what he’s writing because I already know it’s some patronizing asshole shit. He’s the type of dick that doesn’t say anything unless he wants to get a specific reaction from someone. And when he does say something, it’s usually cold and condescending. “Do you have anything else to add to that, Mr. Lux?”

I shrug. “Not really.”

Vorago sighs and then dismisses me with a wave of his thin, gaunt hand. “Very good. That will be all, Mr. Lux. As always, report back to me if and when something changes. I expect you to come here once a week without me having to summon you. Do you understand?”

I slowly stand up and I can feel my back crack a bit from all that prolonged slouching. Rubbing my lower back with one hand, I nod to him and start to walk away. I glance at Filia and I notice that she’s staring at me again. I smile at her and flash a bit of my teeth in what I know is a very charming smile.

Filia blushes even darker and turns away quickly in a vain attempt to hide her flushed face. Ah, so I guess Dhrele was right about her little crush. Too bad I’m not into chicks because she is kind of cute in a nerdy way.

Before I exit the laboratory, I look at Vorago out of the corner of my eye and I see him scowling and glancing at us in something mixed with sudden realization and malevolence. I can even hear him growling, too.

How…interesting.

 

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After that engrossing little meeting, I can’t help but feel cold and dirty. Getting dissected by Vorago, figuratively speaking, always makes me feel like I need a long, hot shower.

I head back to my room and instead of shedding my clothes upon arrival, I keep them on. Since I know now that I’m being watched, my imagination is dishing me out all sorts of spine-chilling images. Like Vorago and his bitches sitting behind the monitors of the video surveillance while jerking off. Sick, if I ever need another boner killer, that’d be the one for sure.

Standing motionless under the hot spray of water, I do my best to drain my mind of any and all thoughts. I fail horribly, of course. Every time I step into a shower or lay down to sleep, that’s when my brain decides it wants to process the entire day of all my worries, woes, and feelings. Basically everything I avoid thinking about. In spite of the never-ending tirade of thoughts, it’s kind of peaceful to be alone.

Giving up on that for now, I use my hands to lather the liquid soap on my body to wash the day away. Watching the water dispense the suds down over my skin until disappearing down the drain, I lazily wonder what it would feel like to take a shower with Dhrele. I’ve never actually taken a shower with anyone before, especially not before or after something particularly intimate. I think it would be nice to have him in this shower right now. To touch his soaking wet skin and push him against the shower wall with the water spraying down on us. Kiss and suck at his neck while I grind against him with my hands touching whatever wet skin is available. I would push up one of his long, strong legs and then-

It’s at that moment that I finally realize something I haven’t noticed before: all I ever think about is Dhrele! It’s like I can’t stop thinking about him. Most of my thoughts are dominated by him to the point that it could be considered obsession. It doesn’t hurt, but I feel like it’s driving me mad.

I don’t know what it is, but I don’t hate it. It’s something I’ve never felt before in my life and I like it.

 

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I open the door to walk out of my room when I notice a familiar looking girl standing there with her arm raised as if she were about to knock. She quickly retracts her arm and coughs. I quirk up a dark eyebrow and stare at her without saying anything.

“Hi…hi Ergo,” Filia greets timidly while she fidgets with the pen in her hand.

“Hello Filia,” I greet back as I step out into the corridor, closing the door behind me. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“How are you feeling? You still feel sick, Ergo?”

“I feel fine. Whatever it was…it’s gone now.”

She almost looks disappointed. Biting her lower lip, she mumbles, “Oh…oh, that’s good. Glad to hear you’re better.”

“Thanks for the concern, but I’ll be fine. I’m not about to croak anytime soon,” I assure her and smile at her for good measure.

Filia leans up on her tippy toes, grabs a hold of my shoulders and stares up at me. There’s a hesitant look in her face that I don’t quite understand. Just when I’m about to open my mouth and ask her what’s going on, she presses a brief kiss to the side of my mouth. Then she releases me, mutters something under her breath and hurries away like a frightened school girl.

Oi, women. Such complicated creatures.

 

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As expected, I’m assaulted the moment I walk into Dhrele’s humble little abode. His long arms are tight around me as he nuzzles my neck. He kisses my neck and then my face and that’s when he freezes. I groan as I realize that he’s now sniffing me. “Dhrele-“

“-She touched you.”

“Dhrele, listen-“

I’m cut off once again, yet this time it’s by his mouth instead of actual words. He kisses me with bruising force, forcing his tongue to invade the cavern of my mouth. There’s nothing gentle or kind about it, but I don’t mind. I grab him by the base of his skull and kiss him back with my tongue curling around his in an effort to soothe and calm him. I can tell by how tense his body is that he’s angry. I never like it when Dhrele is pissed off. There’s no telling what he can do when he’s furious.

Breaking away from his mouth, I almost don’t notice the connected line of saliva that falls down between us. For a moment, I follow it with my eyes until light panting diverts my attention. Noticing the angry, yet very aroused look in Dhrele’s eyes, I try to console him. “Don’t worry about her, Dhrele. She’s just a kid with a crush. She doesn’t have it in her. Not like you, anyhow…”

Dhrele narrows his white eyes, but doesn’t speak. Looking me up and down, he grabs me, picks me up, and carries me over to the bed. He then unceremoniously dumps me on the bed and crawls over me like a predator claiming his prey. I’m still stunned at how easily he can pick me up and carry me around. I may not be the tallest or heaviest guy out there, but I have enough muscle and bone on me to strain anyone’s back.

“Someone’s rough today,” I comment with a bit of a wry grin.

“I want you, Ergo,” Dhrele confesses as he nibbles on my neck, his hand ghosting over the growing bulge in my pants. Rubbing me a bit more forcefully, he breathes into my ear, “can we?”

Shivering at the feel of his lips and the feel of his hot breath tickling my ear and neck, it takes me a moment or two to process his request. While nodding my consent, I kick off my boots. After my boots clunk to the ground noisily, I reach down and help him divulge me of all my clothes.

“One of these days,” I start to murmur, but pause to kiss and suck on his Adam’s apple. I look up at him and continue, “I would like to take a shower with you.”

Even though he’s very aroused at this point, he stops, looks down at me and blinks in puzzlement. “Take a shower? Why?”

“You can read my mind during sex, right? Well read it now and you’ll know why,” I reply as I yank those tight black pants down and off his body. I sling them in some random direction and then slide my hands up and down over his strong, smooth thighs. I close my eyes and then will him to see what I had imagined earlier in the shower. Touching and kissing him, shoving him against the shower wall. Grinding against him while dragging my hands all over his wet skin. Pushing his leg up so I can-

Dhrele suddenly grabs me by the wrists and stops my questing hands from playing with him any further. A sexy growl rumbles from his throat while he pants harder. I can tell that he’s painfully aroused by now. I guess my little fantasy got to him after all, huh.

 “No teasing, Ergo. I want it now,” demands Dhrele in a voice that sounds anything but coy or submissive. Straddling my stomach, he reaches behind him to grab my erection and then rises up to position himself.

For a moment, I do nothing, but breathe and stare at his stomach. I imagine it starting to round as life grows in it and then a familiar sort of fear shoots up in me. Another part of me purrs at the image, but right now it’s nowhere near strong enough to quell the fear and uncertainty.

I grab Dhrele by the hips to stop him from sinking down on me. He blinks a few times and stares down at me in bafflement. “Ergo?”

“Let’s…do something different, Dhrele.”

He leans over and nuzzles my face. “Different? Like what?”

“Do you remember what I did to you the other day?”

Dhrele seems to purr at the memory of it. “Yes, I was trying to have you do that again, but you stopped me.”

Exhaling deeply, I half-smile and inquire softly, “How about you top this time, Dhrele? You want to feel how it feels?”

Dhrele blinks again and doesn’t seem too enthused at the idea in spite of the fact that he’s still insanely aroused. “What if I hurt you? I’ve never done that before.”

“I have topped and bottomed many times, Dhrele. I will help you. You will not hurt me, I promise.”

Nodding once, Dhrele moves aside and sits against the wall. He waits for me to direct him.

I roll over and then reach under the bed. My hand blindly shuffles around until I find a familiar tube. Ah, there it is. Rolling back, I sit up and gesture for Dhrele to come over. He sits on his haunches in front of me and stares at the item in my hand. “Remember this, Dhrele?”

Dhrele nods and watches me in growing interest as I disperse a generous amount of lotion on the palm of my hand. I drop the tube on the bed and then rub my hands together until it is nice and warm. Reaching down with sure hands, I gingerly apply the lotion all over his dick until every single inch is slick. He hisses a bit, yet he still patiently waits for me to finish. Once I’m done, I wipe my hands on the bed and lay down on my back. I gesture for him to come to me and he obeys. He crawls over me slowly and looks hesitant as if he is unsure of himself.

He’s a fast learner unlike so many people I’ve known in my life. He may need a little guidance here and there, but he usually hits the mark. I trust he will know what to do.  “Remember what I did to you? Well do the same thing. Just push it in and let your instincts guide you, Dhrele.”

He nods again and nudges one of my legs with his hand so that I’ll bend it towards my chest. Leaning over me, I can feel him attempting to push one of his fingers into my anal passage. Grabbing his hand, I look up at him and shake my head. “Don’t prepare me. I can handle you, Dhrele.”

“Yes, Ergo,” he murmurs huskily as he positions himself just right. He’s panting harder now with the exertion of holding back his desire.  I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressed against my relaxed orifice.

“That’s good. Keep going,” I urge as I spread my other leg so he has more room.

Guiding himself with one hand, and holding onto my leg with the other, he slowly rolls his hips. Inch by inch, he shallowly thrusts inside. He takes his time and even though I am relaxed and by no means a virgin, I am still grateful that he’s being slow and gentle. It’s been a really long time since I’ve let anyone do this to me. Dhrele is fuckin’ huge if you know what I mean.

I can see beads of sweat rolling down the side of his face until they slide down his neck and chest in a slow, sensual dance. I reach over and touch the sweat with the tips of my fingers. I bring them to my mouth and lick the liquid. It’s salty, but sweet. It’s human, but it’s not. It’s everything Dhrele is.

I run my hands up and down his back soothingly while he finally slides that last inch inside. His face is pressed against the crook of my neck and I can feel his breath as he shudders. Raising his head, he looks at me with half-hooded, dilated eyes. “Ergo, you feel so good. I don’t know if I can stay still…”

“Then don’t,” I suggest right before I buck my hips, which causes him to slide almost all of the way out. He hisses and then automatically pushes back in and then out and then in again. There’s a determined glint in his eyes that seems to promise me the ride of my life.

Grabbing onto one of his shoulders with one hand, I use the other hand to pet and claw all over his chest and stomach as means of encouragement. Rubbing and tugging at his nipples seems to motivate him to thrust harder and faster. His movements are no longer slow and uncertain. Now they’re hard and forceful. It almost feels like I’m rutting with an animal.

Pushing my leg until it’s pinned against my chest, I gaze up at Dhrele as he rams into me again and again. Being the silent lover type, I don’t offer much but an occasional groan, grunt, or hiss. Most of the time, I’m either biting my bottom lip or panting quietly as I roll my lower body to meet each and every one of his wild, insatiable thrusts.

Wrenching my leg free from his iron-like grasp, I expertly wrap my legs around his lower back and pull him that much closer. He kisses and bites my lips in approval while he powers his hips, which causes his manhood to delve that much deeper into me.

“Fuck! Dhrele,” I groan and arch my body when Dhrele propels into me at a different angle, slamming against my bundle of nerves. Instantly noticing my reaction, he plunges in hard and fast again and again, mercilessly beating my prostate into submission until I am nothing but a writhing mass of flesh and sensation.

I can hear someone crying out, but dammit, that can’t be me. I never cry out or moan like some wanton slut. I’m so incoherent that I can’t tell if it’s me, him, or someone else. All I can do is move and feel.

The moment his long fingers wrap around my cock, I explode on the spot. Sensitive from neglect, and from the sensation of getting fucked, I can no longer hold back. All the sounds are muffled and distorted. I can hear someone screaming and in the back of my mind, I’m hoping that ain’t me. Wave after wave of spectacular bliss crashes over me until I am nothing but a boneless heap of flesh.

I don’t know how much time has passed. I don’t care. I feel warm and I feel better than I remember ever feeling. Something or someone is holding me close and I can feel a face nuzzling mine affectionately. It’s too big and feels too human to be a cat’s. Haha.

Dhrele.

He’s lying curled up to me; his head is now resting on my chest and his arms have me in their trap. I snake an arm around him and hold him close while my other arm reaches over to stroke his dread-like white hair.

“You’re mine now. She can’t have you,” Dhrele whispers possessively.

I can’t help but find myself in complete agreement with him. Screw Filia…or not. I don’t know why, but that girl always inspires us to have the best sex.

 

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Random Fact: Ergo likes topping, but he’ll let the right one top him any day.