BioRisk

BioRisk

Chapter warning(s): Sexual content, M/M Slash, Slight BDSM themes, Hand job, Language

A/N: All reviews have been painstakingly replied to (I seriously took hours to do them all). See my AFF.net profile for the link to my LiveJournal to view your reply.

 

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CH06: Encounters of Another Kind

 

“You…you named yourself?”

Xevos nods curtly right before he starts walking around the room. Like Dhrele, he is wearing a pair of black pants that barely conceal his…yeah. I don’t realize I’m staring at his long legs until he says something to me.

“You are afraid. You should be,” Xevos murmurs as he continues to pace around like a caged animal. He never takes his eyes off of me as if he doesn’t trust me or maybe it’s out of sheer curiosity. Or both. I’m not really sure, yet.

Before I can speak, he adds as if an afterthought, “But not of me.”

I shouldn’t be afraid of him? It’s kind of hard not to be. Hell, I still feel some inkling of fear whenever I’m around Dhrele.

Xevos continues to walk around, his long legs striding smoothly as if they’re itching to run or jump around. The more I watch him, the more I pity him…and Dhrele.

“What should I be afraid of then?”

“As if you don’t already know…”

Getting a little irritated, I snap defensively, “Well, I don’t. You got a problem with that? Tough.”

“The ones that seek to attack you.”

Blah, he’s just as cryptic as Dhrele is, if not more so. “That still tells me nothing.”

Xevos suddenly stops moving and keeps his eyes trained on me. His head tilts slightly to the side as if he’s just now noticing something that’s got him even more curious about me. He’s just a few feet away so I can see that his slit-like pupils have enlarged. “You smell different than the others. Why?”

I’m just as stumped as he is about it, so I simply shrug my answer.

Xevos closes his eyes and I can tell that he’s sniffing the air almost like an animal. His eyes slide open and he half smiles without showing his teeth. “Ah, I see. You’ve been marked by the other one. I hope this one is stronger than the others were…”

Huh? What’s he talking about? I wonder if he’s talking about Dhrele. “What do you mean?”

“I’m the first one, but not the first one that you have seen. Did you really think that he was the only one? Do you really not know what’s been transpiring on this ship?”

“I don’t really know much,” I admit sheepishly.

Xevos grunts, “That much is obvious.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault. They don’t tell me anything.”

Xevos eyes narrow to the point that makes him look like an angry cat. He says testily, “That doesn’t mean you can’t find out the truth. Have you ever tried?”

“No…”

“Why not?”

“That never occurred to me,” I admit quietly. But he’s right. Why didn’t I try? I knew something was going on, yet I did nothing.

Xevos begins pacing around once more. “Your awareness is growing. You will never be a normal human again.”

“Why?”

Xevos starts looking around the room as if paranoid by something. “I told you, you were marked by the other one.”

“You mean Dhrele?”

“Dhrele…so he has a name now? About time. I assume you’re the one that named him, yes?”

I can’t tell if he is annoyed or pleased by that fact. “Yeah.”

“Your name, what is it?” Xevos asks as if it has suddenly occurred to him that he doesn’t know it. He still looks flustered and extremely paranoid.

“Ergo de Lux,” I begin slowly and then ask in what sounds more like a demand, “What do you mean by marked?”

“You have his essence in your body now. If he had been a pure Xevdren, you would be dead now. Since we are part human, his essence most likely recognizes your body system,” explains Xevos in a low, quiet voice as if he’s paranoid about someone eavesdropping. He stops, waits, and then continues, “What is in your blood now is venom. Xevdren venom. I assume he marked you as a means to protect you.”

Stunned by this information, I stammer, “P-protect me from w-what exactly?”

“Everything. But do not think for a second that you are safe. You are as safe as this…Dhrele and I.”

“So I guess the universe is out to get me then. What is the venom going to do to me?” I try to sound like I don’t really care and that I’m not really affected, but I’m not that good an actor. The more he talks, the more I realize how small I am and how much bigger everything else is.

“Not the universe. Just the humans in white. Be wary of them most of all. As for what effects there will be…” Xevos trails off and stares blankly at the ground with unfocused eyes. He then exhales in what sounds like a heavy sigh. “I do not know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You seem to know a lot, man.” I can’t help pointing that out.  The truth is I’m a bit exasperated at this point.

“I know as much as I can learn. I rarely get to leave this cell. You, on the other hands, get to freely wander this ship…yet, yet, you know nothing.”

I feel stupid now. I’ve only been in this room for ten minutes or so and I already feel claustrophobic. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to be cooped up in this room 24/7. Another question sparks in my head and I have little choice but to ask quietly, “How long have you been in here?”

Xevos glances at me with anger burning in his faint red eyes. I can tell that it’s not directed towards me, though. “Since my creation.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

He doesn’t say anything more. He nods simply as if he accepts it and starts pacing once more.

Disturbed by the eerie silence, I bring up the first thing that comes to mind. Dhrele. “They have Dhrele locked up in a small, dark little room. When I first met him, he didn’t know how to speak. He’s tied up in this weird thing. His eyes are covered, too. Yet…it’s bright as hell in here, you can speak, and you’re freer to move around. Why is that?”

Xevos shrugs indifferently, but for a split second I see something pass quickly in his face. It’s so fast and subtle that I almost don’t catch it. I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s something. “Ask the men in white. They will lie to you. In my experience with them, everything is an experiment.”

I feel like I have a million questions buzzing around in my head. I don’t know what to ask. I’m overwhelmed by all of this. I’m both curious and enthralled to the point that I forget that I should be scared. I guess fear is a fleeting thing for me.

The dark-skinned alien hybrid looks like he’s studying the walls as he murmurs, “I have never been in darkness and I suppose this Dhrele has never been in light.”

That…that is cruel. He’s right. It does sound like an experiment. These people are taking living things, living beings, and doing practically whatever they want to them. No wonder Xevos is pissed off and Dhrele is so sheltered and naïve. They’re both human-sized lab rats.

And then out of the blue, a question pops into my head. One I should have asked before. “What did you mean when you said something about hoping Dhrele is stronger than the others? Who were the others?”

“There have been others before him. Other Xevdren/human hybrids. They all died.”

Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Did you…did you kill them?”

Xevos looks insulted as if I had just told him Vorago would be a good mate for him. He snorts derisively, “Why would I kill my own kind? They were terminated by your kind because they were deemed failures.”

“Why?”

“Possibly because the men in white did not get the results that they so desperately wanted. The same thing will happen to Dhrele if he does not provide them with what they want.”

Alarmed by this, I question, “What do they want?”

“I do not know for sure. I have my theories, but I would rather not voice them, yet. It is better to let them think you are ignorant then to prove you’ve caught onto their little game.”

“I’m not sure I understand that.”

Xevos smiles without showing his teeth. “You are very blunt and you don’t lie. I think that makes me like you.”

Oh great, now another one likes me.

“Our time is almost up. I’m getting tired and can’t mess with their technology any longer. I am sure we will meet again in time, Ergo de Lux. Be wary and now that you may be in the game now but you don’t have to play,” whispers Xevos before he walks back to his bed and lays down on it. He looks exhausted as if he’s run a marathon or something. I’m not sure what he means, but I still take them to heart.

There’s an audible click and when I look up, I see a camera. The light is blinking.

The minutes seem to drag on as I stand there in silence. It feels long, but I know it’s not long before the door slides open and I leave Xevos’ cell. I leave with more questions than answers. Funny how that works.

 

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A few hours later, I wake up in the middle of my sleep shift. I feel like shit and I probably look it, too. I stumble clumsily out of bed and then stagger towards the bathroom. Throwing open the toilet lid, the contents of my stomach barely makes it into the bowl in time. I retch and retch until I’m dry heaving. I feel so hot, yet so cold at the same time. I’m dizzy, disorientated, and my vision is blurry to the point that I can barely see at all.

I attempt to stand up, but I fall back down when a wave of pain and nausea shoots through my body like unbridled lightning. I end up throwing up again and this time I do miss the toilet bowl. Yeah, I’m not going to try and rise again anytime soon. Standing up was a bad idea.

I’m thirsty, but I feel too weak to move much at the moment. All I can do is fall down onto my side so that I’m lying on the cool and thankfully clean bathroom floor. Luckily I’m nowhere near the vomit.

What feels like hours, but is probably just several minutes pass. Eventually I end up passing out into blissful darkness. I welcome it.

 

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I wake up to a cool hand touching my forehead. My eyes slowly blink open. Dhrele? That’s who I think it is, but how can that be? Maybe he got out of his cell…

“Mr. Lux? What happened? Do you feel sick? You look sick,” Asks a voice that obviously belongs to a woman. Dhrele’s voice may be low and quiet, but there’s nothing feminine about it.

My vision clears up and the image of Dhrele disappears to be replaced by a short and skinny woman in white. It’s one of those scientists. One of the ones I usually see following Vorago around like a stray dog. “Yeah. I think I’m dying…”

“Do you want me to bring you something?” She inquires helpfully and strangely enough, she does look and sounds like she actually gives a damn. She cares? Why?

“Uh, I guess. Do you have anything for nausea?”

She smiles and nods enthusiastically. It makes me question her state of mind. She’s kind of…strange.  “Right, I know where some is. I’ll be right back soon, Mr. Lux! Don’t move.”

“Call me Ergo,” I offer as I sit up to lean against the wall. I stare at her and I want to groan when I see her smile even wider. I don’t know why, but it just feels wrong to me for her to keep calling me by my surname.

“Ok, Ergo! I’ll be back!” And just like that, she hastily leaves the room supposedly in search of the nausea meds. Damn, I should have asked her for some water first. Oh,well.

 

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I feel something cold on my face and that’s when I wake up to see the weirdo girl again.

She looks remarkably familiar, but I can’t fathom why.

“How are you feeling? I administered you some medicine while you were out. I used a needle. I hope that was ok,” she says with obvious worry in her voice.

“Yeah, yeah, fine. Thank you,” I croak and then suddenly realize I’m in a bed naked, but with a sheet draped over my lower body. I glance around wildly and notice that it’s my room. Well, at least I’m not in the med lab. Unfortunately, the same laboratory used for the scientists is also used for anyone who needs medical attention.

“Good,” comments the girl as she removes a thermometer from my arm pit. Her pale face blanches when she looks at the temperature. She mutters in bewilderment, “This can’t be right…”

In spite of her reaction, I do feel much better. In fact, I don’t feel bad at all. I don’t feel warm or cold. Just…well, I feel good. Better than I did before.  “Pardon? What’s not right?”

“I think something is wrong with this thermometer. This isn’t physically or even humanely possible. You can’t have a temperature like this.”

“What does it read?”

“67°F.”

What? It must be malfunctioning or something because that can’t be right. The normal, average core body temperature for a human being is 98.6°F. Ah well. I shrug, “I feel fine. That thing must be busted or something.”

The young woman curls her lips and stares at it for a few long moments before she looks back at me with uncertainty. She tentatively feels my forehead as she studies me. “You feel cool. A little too cool, to be honest. I should run some tests-“

I cut her off before she can finish, “-No thanks. I feel fine. I feel better. I’d like to just get dressed and go to work if that’s all right with you?”

She rubs her bottom lip with her index finger as she internally debates on what to do in this situation. Sighing, she caves in. “All right. If you feel sick again or anything odd, please don’t hesitate in calling me, ok?”

“Fine. Thank you,” I reply and I’m relieved that I don’t have to argue with her. I may feel good, but I don’t want to sit here naked fighting with some girl when I could just get dressed and see Dhrele.

“You’re welcome!” The girl grins and starts heading out the door, but before she exits completely, she sticks her head back in and adds, “Oh, before you go to work, Dr. Vorago wants to see you as soon as you’re able.”

Before I can even open my mouth and reply, she is gone. I don’t even know her name. She’s weird…but I don’t dislike her. She’s not like the other scientists. That must I am certain of. She sticks her head back in and adds, “Oh, Ergo, before you go to work, Dr. Vorago wants to see you as soon as you’re able.”

Before I can even open my mouth and reply, she is gone. I don’t even know her name. She’s weird…but I don’t dislike her. She’s not like the other scientists. That must I am certain of.

 

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Twenty minutes later, I’m in the laboratory leaning against one of the lab tables and staring at the austere face of my favorite scientist.

“How do you feel?” Vorago inquires slowly, yet I can tell it’s not out of any real concern.

I shrug and mutter, “I feel fine. Why?”

“I was told that you were sick…” Vorago trails off as if to leave the rest for me to fill in.

“I was. I’m ok now, though. Nothing to worry about, professor.”

The thin man puts down his clipboard and levels me with a stare that would probably make most people piss their pants. I admit to being creeped out by him, but it’s out of sheer stubbornness that I always manage to stand my ground with this asshole.

“I’m guessing I’m not really here to discuss my health,” I offer in an effort to get this over with.

Vorago smiles and it’s got to be the ugliest smile I’ve ever seen in my entire life. “How astute of you, Mr. Lux.”

I can’t help cringing at that and I hope he doesn’t notice. I don’t want him to know that he kinda does get under my skin. “Thanks.”

“As an employee of the Tristis II, you already know that you are obligated to do as you’re told, am I correct?”

“Yeah…” I like how he uses the term employee so loosely. He might as well say slave or servant.

“And as an employee of the Tristis II, you are obligated to answer any and all questions truthfully and to the best of your knowledge. Am I also correct in saying so?”

“That you are,” I retort in a chipper, happy sort of fake voice that I know will irritate him. It works.

One of Vorago’s eyebrows twitches as he studies me. He chooses to dismiss my attitude in favor of answers. Even though he’s a dick, he’s a very patient dick that can tolerate a lot. He must want this really bad. I can tell he’s someone who doesn’t tolerate anything unless he really, really wants some kind of result or something. “As I was saying, Mr. Lux, I have some questions regarding your interaction with Xevos.”

In the same voice, I smile and say, “Ask away.”

“The camera and microphone surveillance equipment malfunctioned while you were in Xevos’ cell. I want to know if he spoke to you at all, what he did, if he did anything, and what was said.”

I know he won’t believe me if I tell him Xevos said nothing. I’m going to have to give him something if I want to leave. I decide to work with “He told me how he feels about you and your colleagues.”

Vorago doesn’t look particularly amused. “What did Xevos have to say?”

“He doesn’t like you.”

“Oh? That’s common knowledge, Mr. Lux.”

“He says you’re a liar, too.”

The skeletal-like scientist narrows his eyes, but otherwise doesn’t do or say anything to confirm nor deny it. “Did he say anything else, Mr. Lux?”

“No, mostly about his deep-rooted hatred for you and your esteemed colleagues. He did ask me a few questions about myself, but I don’t think that’s relevant enough for you.”

Vorago clenches his jaw as if to control himself, closes his eyes, opens them, and then speaks in clipped tones, “I’ll deem whether it is relevant or not, Mr. Lux.”

I shrug and confess to him, “He asks me why I was there and why I’m working with you. He also asked me about my clothes and said they’re weird and that he’s never seen them before. He eventually got bored and laid down on his bed. The entire time I was there he wasn’t in a great mood. Is he always that moody or did someone do something to piss him off?”

I can tell by the look on the scientist’s face that he does regard it all as trivial and irrelevant. He probably doesn’t believe that’s all that was said, but he has no way of verifying that, of course.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Vorago quickly gestures at me with his thin hand that I’m dismissed. He doesn’t speak another word in my presence.

Smart enough to take the hint, I leave even more quickly then I had initially arrived. I’m just glad to be out of there.

And now it’s time to go to work.

 

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“Is it this one?”

“Yes…”

I press a button on the control panel that’s located on the wall near Dhrele. A metal lab-like table emerges from the ground. There’s a hose wound up and hooked to the side along with a large compartment that is probably used to store stuff. It reminds me of a table used to dissect living things or perform autopsies on cadavers. That’s what it looks like.

"You may use a light, if you wish, Ergo."

I blink and it's at that moment that I realize that I don't need a light. For some reason I can see in the dark like I'm nocturnal or something. I can see everything more clearly than before. I wonder why. I may have to ask Dhrele about that later. I shake my head, "No, I'm fine. What's next?"

“Push the red one next and enter the code 7469301. Then pull out the needle and secure it. When you have done that, press the blue one next,” Dhrele instructs calmly as if this is something he is used to. And I bet this procedure is something he knows all too well.

Slightly nervous, I do as I’m told. I carefully pull out the needle and place it in the…eh, I dunno, the thing that holds it when it’s not inserted in Dhrele’s arm? Then I push the blue button and step out of the way as I watch as the cords attached to Dhrele tighten around him even more. They lift him up and suspend him in the air and then place him on the table so that he’s lying flat on his back. They keep him pinned to the table as if they somehow know that he would struggle. He doesn’t look the least bit bothered by this as all, which is what bothers me most about this whole thing.

“What now?”

“You’re supposed to clean me. Take off my pants. There’s a compartment there that has everything that you need.”

Take off his pants? Well, that makes sense, but…I feel my face flush. I don’t know why, but I’m nervous. I know what naked men look like and it doesn’t bother me, but for some reason I still feel anxious.

“What is wrong?” Dhrele turns his head and stares at me pointedly. I would almost kill to be able to see his eyes even if he is blind.

“Nothing, nothing…” I mumble as I open the compartment. There are some bottles and a…sponge? I take them out and place each one gingerly on the table.

“The hose has water. Use it. I would prefer if you did not shoot me in the face.”

Ah, so does that mean someone has done that before to him? I bet they didn’t live long. The image is more humorous in my head; however, in reality seeing that would probably freak me out to some extent. Noting that he most likely hates water now, I murmur, “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried.”

As soon as I have the nerve to, I curl my fingers under the waistband of his pants and then carefully peel them away. I try to stay as professional as I can without looking, yet it’s kind of hard not to look. After all, I will be cleaning everything.

“You are acting strange,” Dhrele points out while watching me. I imagine that his eyes are narrowed and look suspicious.

“I’ve never done this before.”

Dhrele snorts. “I can tell.”

“Dhrele, you’re an ass,” I grumble and try not to smile as I slowly unwind the hose. I lightly spray his body enough so that he’s damp from the moisture. When I’m satisfied with that, I apply the liquid soap onto the sponge. Squeezing it, I see the soapy transparent liquid ooze out of it. Squeezing it a few more times, I slowly lower my hand and press the sponge against the skin of his pale arm.

Dhrele flinches and I remove my hand but he shakes his head vigorously as if to encourage me to continue.

Running the sponge against the length of his arm, I watch him to gauge his reaction. He seems to be calm now, languid even, as I slide the sponge across his smooth skin. I don’t even know why I have to clean him. He looks cleaner than anyone I’ve ever seen and he doesn’t smell bad at all.

He’s quiet as I cautiously soap his face with the sponge. I almost believe that he’s asleep until he sighs. I stare down at him as I cup some water in my hand and pour it carefully on his face to wash away the soap.  My eyes focus on the…blindfold/goggles thingy that he always wears. A question pops into my head and it comes out of my mouth before I can stop myself. “Does that thing ever come off your face?”

“No.”

“Why?”

Dhrele shrugs casually.

Normally, I would drop the subject, but something about it is bugging me. Something in my head tells me to push. “Can it be removed?”

“I suppose…”

“Do you…do you want me to take it off? There’s no light in here and I promise I won’t turn any lights on.”

Dhrele seems to be silently considering it as I start washing down his neck. I chew the inside of my lip anxiously as I wait for him to answer.

The white-haired Xevdren hybrid sighs again, only this time it sounds more like a sigh of defeat. “Fine…”

I feel so damn giddy from hearing that one word that I’m tempted to jump for joy in the air. I don’t do that, of course. Don’t need to make a fool of myself in front of Dhrele, but blah, whatever. I’m a little too excited for my own good. “Now…?”

“Yes.”

I place the sponge down on the edge of the table and then I wipe my hands on the front of my pants. When they’re dry enough to my liking, I move closer to his head and study the contraption that’s attached to his face. Ah, there’s a latch there. I undo it and it makes a loud snap! noise that echoes throughout the small room. Taking a hold of the goggle-like thing, I gently pry it off of him. Then I abruptly drop it onto the ground. I gasp as I can’t help but gawk at him.

He’s…he’s beautiful. No, he’s gorgeous.

I’ve never seen anything like him before in my entire life. Sure, Xevos is disturbingly handsome, but Dhrele…Dhrele is breath-taking. He makes every woman I’ve ever seen look like an ape.

And he’s staring straight up at me with those big, long-lashed eyes of his.

Like Xevos, the whites of his intelligent eyes aren’t white at all. They’re black, yet his irises are white. His pupils are dilated and cat-like. 

“Are you satisfied now?”

I nod and the glance down at the ground at the…thing, whatever it is, which leads me to my next question. “You can see in that thing?”

“Yes, but not so well,” admits Dhrele as he stares at me with the same awe that I’ve found in him.

“Do you want me to put it back on?”

Dhrele shakes his head. “You can put it on before you leave and whenever you come see me, you can take it off.”

Relieved to know that I could actually see his entire face now, I pick up the sponge and ask offhandedly, “So, where were we?”

“You were cleaning me.”

“Right, right,” I agree as I begin scrubbing lightly at his chest again. The tip of one of my fingers accidently brushes against his left nipple and he hisses at the contact while arching his back slightly. I immediately stop, look at him in concern, and quickly ask, “Everything ok? Did I hurt you?”

He nods quickly and mutters, “I’m fine.”

Shrugging, I run the sponge slowly over the other side of his chest with more care this time just in case. I hear a sharp intake of breath so I look at his face again. He looks as if he is distracted by something. “Dhrele, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” half lies Dhrele. There’s a slight husk to his voice that states otherwise. Nothing may be wrong, but something is up with him.

I don’t know how to respond to that, so I don’t. I continue to meticulously wash him by scrubbing the sponge down his chest and to his stomach. The muscles seem to jump and tense at my touch as if both dreading yet anticipating it. It’s hard to watch what I’m doing with a clinical eye. It’s even harder not to feel weird about this. After all, I’m washing another guy. I’ve never done this to anyone before so it feels weird. What is weirder still is that not only am I washing him, but he’s tied down and seemingly helpless. That is strange, but what’s stranger is that I kind of like it. It’s like I’m in control and everything that happens now is my decision and he just has to lay there and take it.

That’s when I stop what I’m doing because I’m alarmed by my own thoughts. What the fuck is wrong with me? Dhrele is tied up and I’m washing him, yet enjoying it, too. I like the fact that he’s tied up and I like that I’m touching him in this way.

Swallowing a few times, I ask nervously, “I’m supposed to wash everything?”

“Yes, everything,” Dhrele answers slowly with unwavering eyes.

“I’ve never done this before,” I divulge my half truth. True, that’s one of the smaller reasons for my hesitance, but I can’t bring myself to tell him the other ones. The ones that I have not consciously known about until today. Sometimes you don’t really know what you are until you find someone that reflects it back at you.

“You are doing fine. I trust you.”

Hearing that encourages me, but it doesn’t change how awkward I feel about it. Once his arms and shoulders are clean, I move back down to his abdomen. And that’s when I notice it. He’s half-erect.

I immediately glance at Dhrele and notice that he looks confused. Not embarrassed or scared. Just confused.

“You ok?”

“I don’t understand. I’ve never felt such a thing before. When you touch me, it’s different than the others. It feels…good. Is it wrong? Is there something wrong with me?”

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “No, it’s not wrong. Your body is being stimulated by touch. Sometimes it happens randomly and sometimes something you find arousing stimulates it into sexual arousal,” I explain smoothly as if I have given this speech a dozen times before. I don’t find it awkward at all since I’m far from being a prude. I may not have had sex in years, but I’m no virgin. I know how it all works and I’m far from feeling any shame for anything I have done in the past.

Dhrele stares at me, hardly blinking at all. I’ve come to notice that he doesn’t seem to blink much. “Is this what happens when one wants to breed?”

“Breed?” I rub the sponge over his hips, ever so mindful of his, ahem, problem. The more I look at it, the more I want to touch it. I don’t feel bad for wanting to, but I do feel bad that it’s Dhrele because well, he’s so innocent and naïve. It would be different if he weren’t all tied up and sheltered.

“Yes…I have heard them mention it a few times. I know it means to reproduce offspring.”

“Eh…the correct term for us, well, for humans is called sexual reproduction. For short, we call it sex. Sometimes we humans do it to conceive a child, which you know as offspring. But most of the time we do it because, well, it’s fun and can be enjoyable if you’re doing it with the right person. It doesn’t matter what gender you are. Male and male, female and female, or male and female. “

Dhrele suddenly perks up at that looking more interested than before. He watches intently as I wash down his legs, still avoiding his manhood completely. He then asks bluntly, “Can you and me do sex?”

I’m so taken by surprise that I fumble with the sponge and dammit, I know I’m blushing like an idiot. “Uh…I guess it is possible.”

“Then let’s do it.”

I’m beyond flabbergasted by now. “…what?”

“If it is possible, then I want to try it.”

“…now?”

“Yes, now.”

As awkward as this feels right now, I can’t help but feel a little bit tempted. It’s been years since I’ve touched anyone, let alone in a sexual way. The first time in years that I’ve touched and been touched, as innocent as it was, was just the other day with Dhrele. It had been sensual and it had felt inexplicably good. I want more.

 I look at Dhrele and notice that he’s shivering as if he’s cold. If he had body hair of any kind I’m sure he would have had goose bumps. Kinda like the ones I’m feeling right now. “Dhrele, are you cold?”

“Cold?” Dhrele questions in a way that implies that he knows what it is, yet doesn’t know why I’m asking such a thing.

“Yeah, cold. You’re shivering.”

“I’m shivering because of you,” grunts Dhrele in a voice fresh with husk and something else that I suspect may be sexual desire. I’ve heard and seen it all before so this isn’t really that surprising to me.

“Is that right?” I ask slowly as I feel a cruel streak arise in myself. I drag my fingers lightly over his hair-less groin in what I personally know from experience makes the other person feel good, yet more frustrated. I completely avoid his straining manhood in favor of tracing around the base of it with the tips of my fingers. I watch in mixed amusement as he starts bucking and squirming while he yanks at his bindings. He’s glaring at me with those eyes of his and I can tell that the pupils of his dilated eyes are ever larger than before.

Dhrele growls in aggravation, “Ergo…”

“Yes?” I smirk a little as I continue to stroke and touch everything that isn’t the place he wants touched most. I have a purpose for this, which he probably doesn’t know, yet. I’m certain he thinks I’m just fucking with him to annoy him. I’m not, well, mostly, I’m not.

“Stop teasing me and get on with it,” orders Dhrele in an attempt to sound as dominant as possible. It comes out more as a plea than an actual command.

Without warning, I wrap the fingers of my wet left hand around the base of his cock and I squeeze tightly to the point of pain. I hear him gasp and groan as I rumble in a low voice, “Just who do you think is in control here? Not you. I’m going to do whatever I want to you and there’s nothing you can do but take it.”

That’s probably not true. I’m sure Dhrele could kill me without touching me, like he did all the others, but I don’t believe that he will. If anything, he’s even more painfully turned on than before. My words seem to have had a far from adverse effect on him. He’s panting now, but it doesn’t stop him from continuing to writhe almost uncontrollably on the table.

Slapping his thigh hard, I snarl, “Stop that,” and he abruptly stops moving. He continues to stare at me with half-hooded eyes that intently watch my every move.

“Good, that’s better,” I say almost gently as I soothingly pet the thigh I had just struck. I glance down and instead of an expected red blotch; I see something that looks like a blue mark. Then again, it’s not that shocking since instead of the usual reddish or purplish color, his engorged penis looks more…blue. Interesting.

Grunting, Dhrele doesn’t say anything else. He looks a bit ticked off, but his arousal hasn’t cooled off in spite of his obvious anger. To my pleasure, he doesn’t whimper or cry in submission like I’ve seen other people do. He just balls his hands into clenched fists and continues to glare at me. He is tense, very tense and I can see his muscles standing out from all the strain. For someone who’s always cooped up in this little dark room, he has an amazing physique.

I loosen my hold on the base of his cock and slowly slide my hand up all the way to the head. Using my thumb, I rub the slit slowly and teasingly, smearing the pearl-like liquid around while my right hand carefully strokes and lightly tugs at his hairless testicles.

 Dhrele hisses and arches his back, straining his lower body as far up from the table as he can. It’s obvious he’s enjoying the ministrations to his body, but it’s also clear that he is new to this entire experience.

Satisfied that he’s been stimulated enough by my hands, I tighten my grip around his manhood once more. Hand still wet from the water and from his essence, I slide it up and down, tightening it ever so often. My other hand stops fondling his balls in favor of joining my other hand by imitating a sheath. My right hand grips whatever my left hand can’t cover by itself. Increasing the friction and speed, I work my strong, calloused hands up and down his swollen appendage.

I can tell from the sound of his grunts and groans that he loves what I’m doing to him. Even though he can’t move as much as he’d like due to his bonds, he rolls his hips in sync with the movement of my hands. His damp body is taut and sweaty from the exertion of it all and I can tell that he’s not going to last long.

Increasing the pace, I clench my hands even more tightly around his sweat and semen slickened girth. I keep my eyes glued on his face; taking everything in on the off chance I may be hurting him. Everyone is different, which means everyone has their own limits.

Dhrele doesn’t seem to mind when I get rough with him. In fact, he seems to enjoy it so much so that when I begin jerking him off roughly, he utters a strangled cry that is far from pained. I relentlessly continue to pump his dick as fast and as roughly as I can muster. In the back of my mind, I toy with the idea of just stopping altogether. I’m not going to do that this time because this is his first time and just stopping when he’s so close is just…evil.

I’ll do that next time. If there’s a next time, that is.

“E-ergo,” stammers Dhrele with his eyes screwed tight. I can tell from the sound of his voice and by his body that he’s close.

“It’s ok, Dhrele. Just let go. Don’t hold back. It’s natural. Come for me, Dhrele,” I urge him in my effort to encourage him to find his release.

That seems to have done the trick. At my words, Dhrele loses all control and stiffens completely. His body bends like a bow, or as much as the cords allow him, and he ejaculates with a stifled moan.

I remove my hands from his softening member and watch as he turns his head to look at me. His eyes are half-lidded and he looks exhausted. Blissfully happy, yet very sleepy at the same time.

I don’t say anything and he doesn’t, either. A few minutes or so later, Dhrele drifts off to sleep.

Sighing and wiping my hands on the front of my pants, I look down at his slumbering form and half smile.

I still have a job to do.

 

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