Wilds Born

And so it begins...

I like. Er. Playing. With dominant males, if that hasn't been made obvious. And I've always adored Layaent because he was a balanced mix of wilds and culture without the going mad part.

The first part was meant to be longer and I'm not entirely certain Nu got the point. Distracted, I suppose. I like Yao's thought, and given the fact that they are an advanced race, they know there isn't an inhabitable planet for solar systems around. There's several quite nice ones about half a galaxy away... but that's an entirely different story.

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His head buzzed, he just barely caught the, “I want you,” part. It was like he had spent all day reading. Dazed and confused, that was how he felt, dazed and confused. He barely paid attention as Evera herded him and Yao out of the study. He allowed himself to be prodded into the car that awaited them and leaned his head on Yao’s shoulder during the ride.

He didn’t feel good.

Once back at the building where they had started from, Evera left Nu in Yao’s hands and went off to seek her own bed. Yao took his hand and squeezed it affectionately.

“Suffocating?” she asked.

“Like. I’m drowning,” he murmured quietly, “my head is fuzzy and I feel as if I have been up many nights without sleep. The elders taught us about God, about her good wisdom. They taught us about Mother. Who is the ground beneath our feet. They say that to Mother’s life and green there must always be a careful counterbalance. For all that, for knowing that I am not alone. I just. Feel as if no one in the whole world could understand what it is like to be in my place.”

“The ring makes you a balancing point. Anything you want could happen, but at the same time, anything the ring wants could happen.”

“Do you know what it is like, to have the fate of an entire race rest on your shoulders?” Nu asked quietly, “I came looking for something, for my tribe. And now we return there shortly and I have not found what I need. And even finding what I need, we need a leader for the new tribe as well, because father has deemed it necessary to split the tribe. Too many of us for our tree, despite how large it is. I’ve failed my tribe at the most basic task of my existence.”

“How have you failed?” Yao asked.

“I need a leader.” Nu said desperately, “I need someone who is dominant.”

“Dominant?” Yao asked as if it were the most ridiculous thing that she had ever heard, “do you realise that you just stood against the man who was dominant to all others besides your father? The tenth generation was the last generation to be programmed with the command structure. You stood up to a man who is twice your size, more than three times your age and who could, honestly, pull your limbs from your sockets and you did it without batting an eyelash.

“Maybe it’s not that you’ve failed to find someone, but that you’ve failed to recognise what you’ve got in front of you.” Yao took his hand, “Come with me. You told him that just because he was sitting behind a desk, he assumed that he was the better off, that he assumed that he was the strongest and smartest. Maybe that’s your problem.”

“What is?” Nu asked as Yao pulled him onto an elevator and she hit a button that had no number on it.

Yao looked down at Nu’s feet. Nu looked down. He was standing on the balls of his feet, the position just came naturally to him. Without thinking, or when he was distracted, he rose to the balls of his feet. It was easier to move from there, rather than pushing his weight onto the balls of his feet and pivot into the direction he needed, he simply pivoted and went off.

The young female rose to the balls of her feet, “I dance.” she murmured, “father said it was a good use of what little I have. Sister said it was a waste of time.”

The doors opened and Yao pranced off of the elevator and onto…

Nu stepped off and looked around him. This was the top of the building, this was almost as high as the tree. He closed his eyes and felt the wind, breathed in the sky. Darkest midnight blues reached down to him. Stone underfoot and little humps in the building top that were various items.

Yao stepped around him lively, as if challenging him to a fight. It wasn’t until she spun that Nu recognised what she was doing. That thing that father did with mother and papa, when he was feeling… riled. Dancing, that was what Yao called it. On the tips of her toes, she rushed and leapt and spun like no one else in the tribe, coming to a stop in front of him. She looked unsure.

“Leaping like that, your stride is longer,” he murmured, trying to lift himself onto his toes. It was a hopeless cause, though. His toes ached after moments and all down the backs of his legs protested loudly, “How. That is called dancing here? Out in the wilds with a leap like yours, you could bound from branch to branch, from tree to tree. You would never leave a footprint.”

“Is. That good?”

“Very.”

“Ah, I really brought you for that,” she pointed upward.

Nu looked up. There were many stars and then the night sky. Yao stepped up beside him, face tilted upward. She took in the small groupings of stars, the galaxies and nebula that could be seen from the land of the living.

“Do you know what is out there, Nu?”

“Stars.” he answered.

“Do you know what stars are?”

“The sun is a star.” he nodded, knowing this.

“And thus at each star there is a planet.”

“And our world is a planet that circles around one star,” he nodded. And with cold realisation, knew what she was getting at. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, “not every star could possibly support life like ours.”

“Not a one,” Yao responded calmly, “one or two might be able to. One or two out of millions. You know what that makes this world? Nu, there might not be a single other planet with life out there. Not complex life. Screw what they say. Single celled organisms can’t speak a language that we can understand. They can’t build cities-”

“Sponges,” he said pointedly.

“You know what I mean. They have no culture. They never build their city, look at it and ask themselves why they did it. They don’t ask about God, they don’t,” Yao paused and stared up at the sky, “they don’t look up and wonder what is going to happen to them when they die. They don’t care. A few of them might, maybe. But we squash them all just the same.”

“Even if a few of them thought that, what is the point of trying to communicate?”

“What’s to stop God from saying the same thing? Hmm? I mean, your ring, you believe that came from God.”

“It won’t come off,” Nu grumbled.

“But you believe that God sent that to you. You believe that She has a plan for you and that if you ask Her for a leader, She will provide one. Do you believe this? With all your heart?”

“Of course I do! Great-elder is an example of how the ring works to one’s advantage.”

“Then why, why Nu, are you asking Her to make you a flashing sign? You asked for a leader, you wanted a leader and what happened?”

“I fell in a river.”

“And?”

“I… found El and Yao and Evera and… this.”

“You know who you haven’t found, Nu?”

“Who?” Nu asked, hoping that Yao would have an answer that he could use, that he could work with.

“You haven’t found the most important person of all, you haven’t found you.”

***

El watched his mother herd the others out and tried not to swallow as Layaent watched him, tried not to show his fear and anxiety. Wanted him how? To own him? His soul? The rights to his genetic material? What would it take to get them into Ishteshtin territory and to get Nu home, safe and sound. And would he be willing to give Layaent what he wanted?

The Ishteshtin head of household sighed and went to the door, flicked a little switch and locked it, “where did you find him, exactly?”

“By the conjunction, mother had us off of your territory, she did,” El nodded as Layaent approached him, “He was washed up on the shore.”

“Conjunction is nearly a hundred miles from where he would have started. Will he talk about it?”

“No,” El shook his head as Layaent stopped mere inches from him and knelt by the chair. They were very, very close and Layaent was programmed as an alpha. Which meant that Layaent’s dominance overrode El’s. One of two that he had met, the other being his own mother but she had raised him. He swallowed, “he shuts down when we mention it. We’ve had him two weeks, healing.

“Someone tried to steal his genetic sample this morning.”

Layaent sighed out, leaning his arms on the arm of El’s chair, “I figured that there was a reason why you were bringing him now. He’s not fully healed yet. Odd, how the ring didn’t protect him the way it did my brother. When the government came for him they shot at him and Ash and the bullets just. Off to the sides. You know what a gun is?”

“Dimly.”

“With no raw materials, and no factory workers willing to work for them, the government no longer has them. But for a few that they use when patrolling. In a few decades there will be no more guns. Which I find amusing, as the government has no power users and kills them the moment they present. Has he told you much?”

“He seems to be looking for someone who can take Syano. He keeps talking about his father but when he talks about the leader, who is his father, he tends to sound. Unhappy. Like his father is alive but the leader isn’t.”

“Mysh must be wounded, but enough of that for now. The ring will provide him with an answer,” Layaent stood quickly, “If Syano tries anything, he will very quickly find that the females I brought out, the elders and adults of the tribe, are not the type that one can simply walk over. Even Taya. She was programmed to bend her will to everyone else, to be a nanny and look at her now. Well. I suppose you can’t at the moment,” Layaent frowned.

“What do you want with me?” El asked quickly.

Layaent’s frown deepened, the man watched El for a moment, then said, “You know about my involvement with Ash. He was a tweaker.”

“Yeah, rumour only, let’s recall.”

“It’s just you and me in here, no ears in the walls,” Layaent said, leaning down to cup a hand over El’s cheek. Electric heat spread from that hand, “he is the one who suggested that the adults and elders revert to a tweaker’s way of raising children. Your mother has come to me a few times, with questions about your behaviour.”

“And….” El shuddered as Layaent’s hand grazed over his jaw line and down his neck. Not challengingly, just, curiously, as if to see what El would do. His body was lighting up and he couldn’t understand why, “what are you.” he was totally confused.

Layaent smiled just slightly, “I don’t think I will understand, ever, how,” the man pulled his hand away and went to poke El’s nose, stopping just above the skin. And yet it was as if Layaent were touching him, El could feel that finger, feel the heat and it made him shiver in anticipation, “wilds born are so much more sensitive than we are. I thought it was upbringing. But here you are, raised in an apartment, so very much a tweaker.

“You are snake tribe, that would make you and my own tweaker family related,” Layaent’s head cocked to the side, “perhaps you would be interested to know that some twenty of my tweaker family are going to be vanishing very shortly with the necessary tools for survival.”

“They,” El swallowed and tried very hard not to think about Layaent’s finger or what else the man could do with that hand of his, “will be joining snake tribe?”

“Yes, it is a long time in coming.”

“Alla,” he remembered and batted Layaent’s hand away, “we take her with us.”

Layaent’s lips curved upward, as if he had been waiting for El to step into a trap, “I just wanted to play a bit, but that will cost you extra.”

“Ex…tra?” El squeaked.

“Sex.”

El almost choked. He most definitely did not want to. There was nothing wrong with Layaent, nothing at all, the man was attractive as any genetic was but. But.

He would be at the mercy of those hands.

El whimpered as Layaent pulled him out of his chair. Arms wrapped around his midsection and lips barely grazed over his neck. El shuddered out a breath and clutched at Layaent for support. No one had ever touched him before, not like this. No one had dominated him or touched him as if he were a wisp of a dream that might flee at any moment if not handled delicately.

He allowed himself to be led by the hand to the spot on the floor between the chairs and the doorway. This was strange, as he was used to lazing in bed and then doing all the work. Layaent pushed El’s shirt off of his shoulders and tugged at that tie. Something dangerous flashed through the man’s eyes and he grabbed El’s wrists, binding them with the tie.

“What are you-” El’s protest was cut off when Layaent kissed him, warm tongue thrusting into his mouth and stealing his breath away. The tie tightened around his wrists, just enough to bite into the skin. He knew that fighting the tie was pointless, it was silk and more likely to slice his skin open instead of giving way.

Layaent kicked out and took El’s legs out from under him. El’s head bounced off the floor, leaving him a bit dazed as Layeant went down on bended knee and inspected him, “I don’t like those who are more dominant than me, they make me riled up and I just have to have them. It’s a flaw in my programming I suppose. I rule the land from the capital, up to the northern most city and down to the wilds. A giant triangle carved out of the land and the other genetics have to make do with smaller territories, city blocks or their own estate. In my territory there are many dominant souls, many like yourself who go through life confused and dazed. I give them something they can rule, something that is theirs and theirs alone and they settle in and accept the bonds I lay on them.”

“Considering the fact that Gomesh Genetics…” El trailed off, “I. I was what you gave my mother.”

“Cost me six pieces of land, a hundred thousand and six favours. It also cost me a river. The Toleran, at least, treat it well. You are a very expensive gift, El. And then you grew up to be a prized possession. What are you going to do with yourself, hmm? Forever be the smiling young man who has the press hanging on his every word, his every lay?”

“I don’t know,” El growled back as Layaent undid the belt of El’s pants, “No one here is worth the energy of something more.”

“I beg to differ,” Layaent said, bending to kiss the bare skin just below El’s navel, “there are those who are worthy of your time and energy. You are willing to barter for Alla, after all.”

El swallowed, jabbing a finger at Layaent’s head, “she’s an elder, she’s useless to you.”

“And there you are,” Layaent grabbed hold of El’s wrists and pinned them above the younger man’s head, “bartering for what should be a worthless life. Enough talk of relatives.”

The man pushed El’s pants down, then caught them with his foot and dragged them off. El winced as the pants, of a well made suit, dragged over his shoes. They would never look quite right again. Layaent abandoned El’s wrists and pulled the young man’s shoes and socks off, tossing them to the side before he undid his own pants and kicked off his shoes.

Stripping off his pants, Layaent walked to the desk in nothing more than his shirt, now unbuttoned, and dug through one of the drawers. The man returned with a bottle of lubrication and popped the cap open. It was as Layaent covered himself that El realised what was about to happen. He kicked at Layaent’s leg as the bigger man bent over him.

“Whoa, wait a minute, you never-” El’s words turned into a high pitched whine as Layaent penetrated him. He tensed and tried to bat at Layaent’s face but found his wrists pinned above his head once more. Layaent pushed deeper and El arched off the floor.

“Relax,” Layaent growled through clenched teeth. One of the man’s hands held El’s wrists down, the other was clenched into the carpet. How much control was it taking, to not just ride him? “That’s it,” he tried, but every time he thought he was getting somewhere, Layaent pushed deeper into him. When their hips finally met, Layaent sighed out, “See, was that so bad?”

He had never been had before. It was a shock to say the least, and he was surprised to find how absolutely vulnerable he felt. Layaent was in complete control, he would decide whether El received pleasure or pain, how this would happen.

Layaent made a sound at the back of his throat and withdrew just slightly, thrusting back in. This was not an easing inward, this was a thrust. El whimpered and shifted his hips. His body tensed and muscles locked up as Layaent growled and did it again. This time El gasped out and realised what that feeling was. Pleasure riddled his system.

He moved and shuddered, twisted his hips to try to get away and give himself time to comprehend what was going on. The more he struggled, the faster Layaent thrust, pinning the smaller male to the floor with his body.

El’s pleasure came in rolling waves, each on lifting him higher, each bringing him just that little bit closer. Then Layaent lifted himself off of El and changed his angle. There, that as it. El shuddered and vocalized, or tried to, as Layaent took up a fast pace. It seemed to go on forever and just as El could take no more, as his body protested that too much pleasure could be a bad thing, he stumbled over the edge.

“Just a.” Layaent continued thrusting, growling his irritation. “almost.” the man growled again and stilled, tensing for a moment before he sighed out, “that’s better.”

Layaent was still very much in control, El knew this and kept his bitten back growl to himself. His backside was starting to hurt and there was almost a burning sensation in an important place. He was very patient as Layaent withdrew and retrieved a washcloth to wipe himself down, then another to clean El up. El tried to take the cloth from Layaent only to be rewarded with a threatening hand around his throat and enough muscle to ensure that El didn’t do anything stupid.

Having cleaned El, Layaent went to the waste bin and dropped both cloths into it before he wandered back to El and pressed the flat of his foot onto El’s throat. El automatically grabbed hold of Layaent’s ankle, this was beyond domination, this was a threat.

“If you do anything, anything at all, to hurt Alla or upset her, I will hunt you down. Not even the wilds are expansive enough to hide you from my righteous anger, am I understood?”

“Perfect,” El squawked out, struggling to get in enough air to talk.

“Good,” Layaent removed his foot and snatched up his pants, “tell your mother that she has the right to make a full expedition to the tree. Call ahead to let us know when and we will have Alla ready to leave.”

“How. Do we get there?” El asked, sitting up and rubbing at his throat, “just follow the river?”

“Oh, your mother knows very well where it is, El, she’s been there often enough.”



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