BioRisk

BioRisk

Chapter warning(s): Language, M/M, Non-Consensual Sex, Anal, Some angst, Possibly Humor

 

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CH16:  “Slice of Life”

 

I can’t breathe. I can’t see. And I can’t move.

My entire head feels like I’ve been struck repeatedly with a monkey wrench. The splitting, throbbing pain is enough for me to desperately long for someone to knock me into unconsciousness. Just for a little while. Just until this migraine from hell goes away.

I also feel itchy to the point that I want to scratch my skin off with my nails, but I lack the strength to even lift a finger. But god, it feels so annoying! It literally feels like I have dozens of insects crawling all over me. Not biting, just crawling. It makes my skin crawl.

I don’t know what happened. I don’t know where I am or if I’m even alone in this…wherever I am. I don’t even remember what led up to this. The last thing I remember is sleeping in bed with the one I love and that’s all. I don’t remember anything more after that.

I try to speak, but it’s muffled by something. That’s when I finally realize why I can’t breathe or see. I’m lying face down on something that feels all cushion-like. Is it a mattress? No, we don’t have those on board. All we have are cheap cots and this…feels far more luxurious than any cot, let alone mattress.

That’s when I notice something else. It’s moving, or at least I think it is. The cushion thingy? The room? I don’t know. It just feels weird. Kind of feels like that one time I got so high I thought the entire room was moving. But now, it makes that past experience feel like swimming in a kiddie pool. I don’t know how to explain it, but everything is moving as one. I can’t see it, but I can feel everything moving and everything is moving in a specific direction.  And it feels…nice. Right. Almost perfect.

Almost perfect? No. No! That is unacceptable! No…

Something in my head is telling me that it could be perfect, but someone else is not allowing it. That it’s their fault that the perfection is unattained. They are to blame for this. If I find them, no, when I find them, I will make them pay for meddling with something that isn’t theirs. They will not get in my way. And they will not stop what is coming.

 

 

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“Well, well…well,” comments a very low, neutral voice that seems to emerge out of thin air.

I’m startled by it because I wasn’t even aware that someone else was in the room with me. The thought sends a chill down my seemingly paralyzed spine.

I can’t figure out whether it’s male or female. The voice is so low and smooth that it sounded genderless. It also sounds alien to my ears and it makes me shiver. I’ve never heard this voice before in my life, yet…there’s something strangely familiar about it. It almost feels like déjà vu.

“What ever is the matter? Can’t speak, hm? What a pity,” he or she drawls out somewhat sarcastically as if the person is taking personal delight in my hopefully temporary handicap.

But this stranger is right. I can’t speak. My tongue feels heavy and useless in my dry mouth. Fuck, I can’t even open my own eyes! Great.

Seemingly oblivious to my predicament, the stranger continues on as if I had replied. “Don’t worry; I’m sure you’ll be able to move quite soon enough. The effects of that venom should wear off. At least, I assume it will…”

Venom? I was poisoned with venom? I don’t remember that happening. Even as I lay here, I’m trying to rack my brains for the info, any info, but nothing. My mind draws a complete blank.

 

“I must say, I am quite impressed…for a human, that is. All you have left is one more. That’s all. Good job! But I hope you do know that the third won’t be so easy.”

What? I’m not sure whether to be flattered or insulted. Either this, well, whoever this is, he or she is either delusional or maybe…a Xevdren. That or something else altogether. You never know.

But getting back to what this person is talking about, I’m not completely stupid. I can piece together what was meant, or at least guess. I’m thinking that whatever happened before I woke up in here, well, it probably wasn’t good. I think I killed someone again. Another old lady? I don’t know. I just can’t seem to remember. For all I know, this stranger here is spitting out a bunch of tired old lies.

“I wonder if you even have it in you to kill the third…”

Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? This is fucking frustrating! I desperately want to say something, to move, to scream, to hit something.

A wistful sigh. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough, I suppose.”

No shit. You think so?

“I believe you can do it. But will you? Now that is a different matter altogether…”

All of a sudden, I’m jerked up and pushed up against the wall by a very strong, yet slender, longer-fingered hand. My body is positioned so that I’m sitting in an upright position. To my greater surprised, I can see now. Turns out my eyes have been open the entire time. Well, shit.

Sitting on its haunches like an animal is a very naked, tall, and lithe Xevdren hybrid. At least, that’s what I think he is.

He’s…grey. From head to toe, he is a very flattering shade of smooth grey that makes him almost look like silver metal.

He looks so familiar to me…but why? It feels like I’ve seen him in a dream somewhere. Could that be it?

This one is Xevdren, without a doubt. Yet…he’s different than Dhrele and Xevos. He seems less human and more alien somehow. It’s hard to describe it exactly. I wonder if he is completely Xevdren. Could that be it? I don’t know, I’ve never seen a full-blooded Xevdren before. Well, if they even exist anymore, that is.

I squint my eyes for a moment as I try to get a better look at him. It helps that he’s sitting so close. Almost too close for comfort.

He has a long torso and is long-limbed like them. He still has a powerful physique even though he is far more slender than muscled in form. His grey hair resembles their hair to a point, only his is much longer as it sweeps down to his thighs in a deadly arc. If I look close enough, I can tell that his hair is slightly moving as if it has life of its own.

What is most startling about his appearance are his eyes. They’re completely black, iris and all, yet I can still make out the alien slits that serve as pupils.

He’s…breathtaking.

That’s all I can think of as I gawk at him.

As if reading my thoughts, he tilts his head to the side. “Think so? You flatter me. You’re quite lovely yourself. That will make it much easier for what I must do next.”

What the…? Did he just read my mind?

“I can read you like a book. Every thought and every feeling. You are confused, yet you are excited,” he purrs as he slinks over nearly cat-like in sinewy movement.

I can’t move at all, so I’m stuck watching him advance on me until he grabs me by the legs and yanks me to the floor. My back plops against the ground and so does the back of my head. Fortunately, the strange ground is very soft to the point that it prevents me from suffering from a concussion.

What the hell is going on? Who is this strange alien and what does he want? I feel more than I see him quickly zipping over the crotch of my pants. Within moments, his hand finds my flaccid manhood and carefully pulls it out as if afraid to damage it.

A strangled hiss is caught in my throat as I feel him start to stroke me in an effort to incite arousal. Unfortunately, he succeeds in spite of the warring state of my mind. I want to say no, to push him away, but there seems to be a larger part of me that is denying it. I hate to admit it, but there’s a part of me that wants this.

It doesn’t take long before I’m hard as a rock. I can do nothing but lay there helplessly as I watch him crawl over me, his long fingers trailing over my thighs as if there’s no cloth barrier between us. I shiver and watch with wide eyes as he straddles my stomach with each leg on each side of my body. He’s careful to place most of his weight on his legs.

I watch with a mixed amount of dread and anticipation as he rises up and sinks down suddenly without preparation or warning. Tight, slick muscle resists me as he almost brutally rocks down, absorbing every single inch of me until he’s sheathed to the root. Once he’s there, he stops as if to give us both time to adjust. He’s panting lightly from the exertion of forcing himself to impaling his body on me.

I’m lost in the sensation of a tight vice gripping me almost painfully. My eyes close of their own accord and a small sound finally escapes my throat.

The grey-skinned hybrid doesn’t wait long. His impatience to move drives him to shift his hips as if to test the waters. A hiss escapes my throat as he jerks up and then slides down. He repeats the action immediately a few times after as if in an attempt to get us both used to it. He also uses my chest to not only help balance but to push himself up so that his legs don’t bear all the weight.

Strangely enough, even though he’s the one riding me, the hybrid is still limp as if he’s not aroused at all. This seems more like a chore to him than something to enjoy. Odd…

I feel guilt brewing in the back of my mind as I feel myself starting to enjoy the tight heat gripping me oh so nicely. I’m too distracted to think clearly, but that doesn’t stop the images of Dhrele flickering in my eyes. It should discourage me, but somehow it doesn’t. I’m probably going to feel guilty as shit after this is over.

I don’t know when it happened, but sometime during his upward and downward motions, I was able to move. My hands, no longer inadequate deadweights, move on their own accord to grip his narrow hips as my lower body bucks up against him in an attempt to garner more sweet friction.  

“Ah, you’re recovering faster than I thought you would. Very good, Ergo…for a human,” purrs the grey-skinned alien hybrid as he stares down at me with dilated black eyes.

For a human, eh? I’ll show you how human I am.

Without warning, I simultaneously buck hard and shove him so that he falls backwards until he hits the ground with his back. Before he can move, let alone think, I pounce on him like a wolf on his prey. Grabbing one of his legs, I push it towards him until its bent against his chest. Angling my body just right, I then thrust my erection back into his stretched hole.

I must have positioned myself right, because the next time I ram back into his body, he throws his head back and lets loose a ragged moan. Not only that, but his face looks surprised as if he didn’t know there was such a spot inside of him that could make him feel such delight.

Glancing down at his groin, I see that he is half-erect now. Good. A few more thrusts against his neglected prostate should do the trick.

Hand still pinning his bent leg to his chest, I anchor my other hand to his hip. Without pause, I hammer into him at a pace that has the back of his head banging against the unnaturally soft ground.

Gasping and moaning, his cock is turgid in no time at all. It even has a blue tinge to it just like Dhrele’s. Desperately needing something to hold onto, the grey hybrid grapples with my upper back. His nails bite into my sensitive dark skin and I don’t even need to look to know that droplets of my red blood are slowly rolling down my backside as I pommel into his body at a frenzied, unforgiving pace.

With how hard, fast, and relentless I’m being, it makes me wonder who is raping who.

Grunting while I fuck him senseless, I can tell that he’s getting close to his release. His back is bowed and even one of his long legs is wrapped around me in an effort to get me closer and deeper.

His head is tossed back with his face contorted in unbelievable pleasure and his body taut, yet splayed at the same time. He looks so sexy this way. If I had no control or stamina, I probably would have come already from the sight alone.

Spurred by the erotic sight of him, I pound into him harder and faster, making sure that I hit his sweet spot every other thrust.

Glancing down at his previously disregarded dick, I unhook my hand from his leg and then reach down to touch it. As soon as my fingers wrap around his sensitive organ, he screams. Body arched almost completely off the ground, he screams as he releases himself to me.

Riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm, I have little choice but to come as well from that tight sheath literally squeezing me to death.

As I lay there on top of him, panting and trying to calm down, all I can think of is what I have done. What I have done here in this room with this stranger. What I probably shouldn’t have done.

What have I done?

 

 

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“What the hell was that?”

The nameless Xevdren looks at me as if I have just asked him what a penis is. As if to combat my stupidity, he answers sardonically, “I believe that was mating. I could be wrong, but that’s what it felt like.”

Mating. Mate. Somehow, him phrasing what we did in those terms feels…odd. Not in a bad way. Just in a weird, kind of curious way. I’ve never heard anyone refer to it as mating, though. “I know what it is; I just want to know why. Why did you rape me?”

He blinks. “Rape?”

“You forced yourself on me. Sexually. That is called rape.”

The grey-skinned male sits back down on his haunches. I don’t fail to notice the slight wince on his effeminate face. I feel a rush of sadistic pleasure at knowing that he’s sore because of me and will be for awhile. “I have never heard of such a thing before.”

“Well, it exists and that’s what you did.”

The Xevdren cocks his head to the side almost like a puppy. He seems confused, but it passes quickly enough as understanding seems to glisten on his visage. He leans over me to the point that his skin is almost touching mine and he stares me in the eyes. “I had no choice.”

“What do you mean?” I ask in an effort to ignore his close proximity to my person. It would be easier to focus if he wasn’t, you know, naked.

“You are the only virile male that can mate with us, or so, it’s been claimed. We’ll see soon enough.”

Whoa, what? “Us?”

“Yes. The Xevdren hybrids.”

“You said you had no choice. What do you mean by that?”

“We can’t mate with each other,” the grey-skinned hybrid says wistfully and looks away for a moment as if remembering something unpleasant. “There have been many attempts and all of them have failed. I’m the only one that’s survived mating with the one that calls himself Xevos. All the others that mated him have died. I think it’s quite clear by now that we can’t breed with each other. Why do you think the men in white are so enthusiastic about the idea of breeding you with us?”

That’s not something I had expected to hear and hearing Xevos’ name and the fact that he’s been used in breeding pairings is a surprise to me. From all of the times I had been around Xevos, he had never made a move on me, even though there was something there. He was always concerned about getting out of his cell and escaping the Tristis II. Breeding never seemed like something he was preoccupied with. Of course, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t on his mind.

I’m not new to the fact that Vorago is trying to get them to breed, but still. This is a lot to take in. It’s cruel and sick. It makes me hate Vorago and the rest of his pathetic excuses for human beings.

Something still doesn’t make sense to me, so I find myself asking, “Why are you going along with their plans?”

The Xevdren nuzzles the side of my face with his in an almost cat-like way and I’m tempted to touch him. It’s a strange feeling and reminds me of Dhrele. I should feel guilty and bad, but somehow, I just don’t. I remember how Dhrele reacted to Filia’s crush on me and it makes me wonder how he’ll react when he finds out I’ve had sex with the grey-skinned male.

“What makes you believe we’re submitting to their will, human?”

“They want you to breed. You’re trying to breed. Get the picture?”

“Ah, but you don’t seem to comprehend something quite vital,” he says and then his eyes are on mine once more, his cat-like slits fuller again as if something has aroused him.

“What am I not getting?”

“Have you ever heard the phrase, ‘Be careful for what you wish for?’”

“Yeah, I’ve heard it a few times,” I reply slowly. I’m surprised this alien hybrid seems to know so much whereas Dhrele is practically naïve when it comes to people. Even Xevos doesn’t seem to bear as much knowledge as this one.

“The men in white desperately want to breed us. They haven’t had a successful pairing since…well, me.”

“Yes, me. I am the successful product of a Xevdren and a Xevdren hybrid mating.”

“If that is possible, why are they trying to use me?”

“The hybrid was my mother and the full-blooded Xevdren was my father. The Xevdren died shortly after the mating. Apparently the Xevdren do not respond well to the human biology in the Hybrids. Why? I don’t know. The men in white don’t know, either.  After that, the men in white didn’t want to risk losing precious specimen, as they call them. They don’t have many Xevdren, you see. That is why they created more hybrids in the labs and are trying to breed you with us.”

I feel stupid for asking this, mostly because it’s finally occurred to me that there are actual Xevdren on board, but I ask anyway. “There’s full-blooded Xevdren on this ship? Not just hybrids?”

“Of course. They need DNA in order to grow the hybrids in their laboratories.”

I blanch at the thought of fetuses growing in test tubes. Something about it makes me feel sick. I can’t stand the thought.

As if sympathizing with my line of thought, he sighs, “I know. I don’t enjoy that particular piece of knowledge anymore than you do.”

“Let me get this straight: you’re going along with their plans to breed you and the others to what, spite them? How is doing exactly what they want going to blow up in their faces?”

“Trust me, it will,” he purrs and there’s a smug, ever knowing smirk on his face. He sighs again, but this time it is not a sad or weary sigh. “They have no idea what is coming to them.”

“Why me? What’s so special about me?” I ask slowly. I can’t help believing most of what he has told me, but there is still lingering doubt in my mind. I still don’t understand what is going on and why my role is so vital in this scheme.

“The one you named Dhrele chose you. He likes you and so do we. Now that I have met you, I believe that you are the one.”

“What? The one for what?”

“To set us free and make us happy.”

I don’t really know what to say to that, so I briskly change the subject to something else. To something I’ve been meaning to ask since I first met him. “So do you have a name or should I just keep referring to you as rapist?”

“Did you dislike it so much?” The Xevdren hybrid asks with a bit of a pout to his look. He looks dejected in some way as if I had stood him up for a date.

I sigh. “Fine, it wasn’t rape. You could have asked, though.”

“If that is your wish, then I will ask next time. That may be hard to do since being in your presence makes us lose ourselves to you. ”

I can’t help feeling a bit overwhelmed by that. In some ways, I feel the same way. It’s hard to resist their charms and to not want them in return. They’re all different in their own ways, yet they’re all beautiful. It’s not just sex, though. There’s something more to it. Something that makes me want to protect them and do whatever I can to make them happy. They’re like family to me, I suppose.

 Another thought crosses my mind. Are they all going to start using me as their, ahem, stud? Somehow, the idea doesn’t repulse me, but I’m concerned with how Dhrele will react to it.

“Ergo, he does not mind. As long as it is with us, Dhrele will not be upset,” says the grey one in a soothing low voice. Once again he knows exactly what I am thinking. Dhrele and Xevos can’t read me as easily, but maybe this one can read me more because he has more Xevdren blood? That could be it.

“We’ll see,” I say more to myself and close my eyes for a moment. I’m suddenly weary. “Well, are you going to tell me your name?”

 “It is Zayas.”

Zayas. Zayas. Zayas. I say it a few times in my head as if to not only remember it, but to taste it as well. I don’t know what it means, but it sounds like a beautiful name and it suits him well.

“You are a charming one. It saddens me to leave, but I must,” speaks Zayas in pensive sort of way. Before he moves to stand, he leans over me and kisses me on the side of the mouth. Then he stands up and starts striding away, his long legs full of agility and grace.

Watching him leave, I finally notice something odd. None of my semen has leaked out of him like is normal for men who have unprotected sex with each other. And no, I didn’t see him clean himself at all. It’s as if…it all stayed trapped inside of him somehow.

I feel my stomach twist almost painfully as I stumble up into a standing position. Leaning against the wall, I try to remember if the same thing has happened to Dhrele. I don’t know and try as I might, I can’t remember. It might be because I never paid attention to that detail before. It’s probably because I was never concerned about it and because I never had to worry about the possibility of little Ergo Juniors.

Until now.

 

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After I shower in my barely used room, I get dressed in clean clothes. The clothes are different from my normal jumpsuit. They must have been switched some time ago. The clothes in my closet are nicer and more comfortable. It’s obviously the attire of someone who is bent on wooing someone. Winning someone over with the intentions of making them a lover. Well, then.

 I also can’t help but notice that this new clothing is much easier to take off, as well.

Freshly cleaned and dressed, I gaze at myself in the mirror. I look weird with these new clothes. I don’t really want to wear them, but I have no choice. All my old clothes are gone.

Sighing, I run my fingers through my thick black hair a few times before I gather the courage to leave my room.

Walking alone down the corridor, I encounter no one. All I pass are silent shadows that seem to watch me as I pass on by.

Before I know it, I’m at Dhrele’s door. I hesitate before entering, but the decision is once again made for me because the door opens by itself.

Biting my lower lip, I step inside and I’m instantly greeted with a flash of white. Dhrele’s larger body has me pinned against the ground and I grunt as I feel him nuzzling me all over the face like some sort of feline.

“I have missed you, Ergo.”

I nod, but I don’t say anything. I touch his face gently and watch as he opens his eyes to look down at me.

“What is the matter? You should be happy.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about. It’s strange because instead of being suspicious, angry, or disappointed, he looks very happy. Almost as if he’s received a bit of good news. “Er, why should I be happy? Something happen that I’m unaware of?”

“You don’t remember?” Dhrele asks as he peers down at me.

I blink slowly. “Remember what?”

“Ergo, you really don’t remember?”

“No, I have no idea as to what you’re talking about.”

Dhrele smiles. “You saved my life.”

 

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Random Fact: Title was inspired by me accidently slicing off a small piece of my left index finger. Just poking fun at myself.