BioRisk

BioRisk

Chapter warning(s): M/M Slash, Blow Job, Language

 

This chapter is dedicated to Jacob A.C.

 

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CH08: Bite and Fight

This is the place we always come to, yet the place we always avoid. It’s the one place we cannot live without no matter how hard we try. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I know we can function without it, but we can’t live without it. Without it we would be just mere slabs of slowly decaying flesh.

What is it? It’s everything and nothing at the same time. It’s what makes us sane or insane. It’s who we are and who others want to be.

It is our identity.

Our identity is what makes us…well, us. Without it we would be nothing but brainless beasts, no, scratch that. We’d be nothing but mechanical robots with no A.I. of any kind. Nothing to indicate that we understand, no, comprehend what is going on around us.

Consciousness. We think and we are aware of thought, of what is around us. It’s more than just simple communication. It’s reaching a certain kind of connection with another. Something that is more for personal gain than for survival. A connection to another is just another way of finding meaning. And that’s another thing about having an identity. There has to be meaning. There has to be something that signifies more than just mere existence.

Of course, I’ve never believed animals aren’t conscious. Some say animals aren’t like us because they don’t have a consciousness like we do. In other words, we think and they don’t. Or at least, we believe their cognitive skills are to a bare minimal. Animals have no souls, right? Funny, just because you don’t know something is thinking doesn’t mean it’s not. After all, apparently all humans think, yet you don’t know that they’re thinking, or even what they’re thinking. You only think they’re thinking because they say so. And yeah, humans lie all the damn time.

Animals feel many things that we do and they communicate with each other, too. They all have their own little personalities. And like us, they’re never completely the same. I’ve seen them do odd things. Lions taking care of antelope infants, snakes letting rats ride them, cats being friends with birds and mice, dogs licking fish, and much more. Animals can be brutal, yes, but it’s always for survival. Never for money, greed, or anything nonsensical like that. I can safely say that I’ve seen more benevolence in animals than I’ve seen in human beings.

And where am I going with this?

Ah yes, as the human species, we are flawed. Very flawed. We contradict everything we say with everything we do. Or vice versa. Whatever. You get the point, right? No? Well, remember that identity thing? Yeah, that. Identity is the key to everything human. Everything we truly deem important is our individual selves. True, we care about others, or at least, some of us do, but in the end, who we are is more important than anything else. And because of that underlying little factor, we are proud and arrogant. Everything must cater to us and we must always have our way no matter what the cost.

In other words, I am more important than you. My cause is just and yours is savage. So, fuck you.

That’s kind of blunt and harsh, but it’s the truth. That’s the gist of it.

Our perception of ourselves is always diluted. We look but we do not see. We see everyone else clearly, or so we think. But when we look at ourselves, we don’t see what others behold. It’s much easier to point the finger than it is to raise your hand.

Sometimes when we do look deep inside, we’re very surprised by what we see.

I remember how I was when I was younger. I don’t care to remember, but I know. I also know how I was a few days ago and how I am now. It’s kind of crazy how you can be so dead for years, but then one day wake up just like that! I am awake, wide awake. I can’t say I like everything I see or hear, but it’s there. I am aware. Yet most of all, I’m starting to see the kind of person I am. I’m starting to see the edges of my awareness. Of who I am now. I am not goody goody nor am I some evil asshole. Yet…what I’m seeing does intimidate me. It scares me. It thrills me. It completes me.

But, if you want my personal opinion, everything is just fucking complicated. More than it has to be.

 

 

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I didn’t exactly know who I was expecting, (hopefully not Vorago…) but I wasn’t expecting that girl. She opens the door and hops in like she knows she isn’t supposed to be inside this cell. She quickly shuts the door and sags against it. She blindly looks around and I can tell she can’t see shit, which is good news for me given my current predicament. It would be kind of awkward if she could see my, uh, little problem. Damn you, Dhrele.

“Ergo?” She calls timorously and I can tell that she’s a little on the scared side.

“I’m here,” I answer quietly and then glance at Dhrele. His face is turned away and his eyes are screwed tight as if he’s afraid she’s going to expose him to move light.

“Where are you? I can’t see. Maybe I should turn on a li-“

I cut her off before she can reach for a flashlight or something. “-Don’t. Dhrele doesn’t like light. It hurts him, I think.”

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t know. I had no idea that he, um, Dhrele, is kept in the dark. I actually don’t know anything about him except that he’s one of the hybrid experiments,” apologizes the girl in what sounds like she is genuinely sorry. I watch as she fidgets with the box that she’s carrying, her left hand gripping the handle.

I don’t like him being referred to as a hybrid, experiment, but that’s what he is and at least she’s making an effort to call him by his name. “It’s ok. Did you want something?”

“Dr. Vorago instructed me to bring you this. He said you’d know what to do with it,” she explains and then carefully sets the box down on the ground.

I automatically glance at Dhrele when I feel his long fingers skirting over my crotch again. He’s watching her now and acting like he has no idea what his hand is doing to me. Ass.

“Dhrele…” I warn under my breath low enough so my voice doesn’t carry.

[What? Something wrong, Ergo?]

“Thanks…uh, what’s your name again?” I speak slowly and carefully as to not say the wrong thing. That and I’m trying not to moan or hiss from what’s actually going on.

“Oh, sorry! I never introduced myself! My name is Filia,” replies the girl as she fidgets with the ring on her right index finger. Already she sounds more relaxed, yet she’s still nervous and uncomfortable.

[I think she likes you. Do you like her? You better not like her, Ergo. I do not want to share]

Gee, possessive much? What’s he gonna do next, tattoo his name on my ass or vice versa? Still…even though a possessive person can be annoying, it can be thrilling, too. I can’t wait till she leaves! “I’ll be sure to remember. Need anything else, Filia?”

[Ergo…] Dhrele mind speaks to me again and this time his voice is sharper in my head. I feel his hand cupping my hard on and it almost feels painful. Almost.

“No, not at the moment. Do you need any assistance?” Filia asks as she continues to play with that small silver ring of her’s.

He squeezes my dick harder till I’m close to the brink of pain.

Yes! “No, thank you. I can handle it on my own.”

“Oh…well, I’ll get going then. I was really only supposed to deliver this to you,” Filia nods and begins to turn away, but then she stops and turns back around as if she had forgotten something. There is concern on her face even though she can’t see me or Dhrele. “Oh! Wait, before I go…I was wondering if you are feeling ok, Ergo? Do you feel any more sickness of pain?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” I reply hoarsely.

“You sure? You sound terrible…”

[Give me a reason not to kill her.]

I whisper angrily to Dhrele, “She’s nice. Leave her alone. There’s no reason to hurt or kill her, Dhrele,” and then I turn my head and answer her, “My throat is a little sore, but I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.”

[Fine, but if she touches you, she dies…]

“Ok…well…if you need anything, you know how to reach me,” Filia offers before she blindly turns around and feels for the door. Before she can reach it, the door swiftly opens and she’s thrown out by an invisible force. Then the door slams shut.

I pull away from Dhrele and glare at him accusingly. He looks awfully smug for obvious reasons, no doubt. “What the fuck, Dhrele? Did you do that?!”

“I didn’t kill her as you begged. Be grateful…”

“I didn’t beg and I never beg. Begging suits you, though,” I growl as I eye him while scowling. Before he can even think to respond, I march over to him and grab him forcefully by the chin. I jerk his head down, shove my body against his body, and then I kiss him almost violently. He’s surprised by what I’m doing, but he does not protest or resist. Instead, he merely grunts into my mouth and lets me do as I wish while he stares at me with wide eyes. Mostly out of curiosity, I guess. After all, this is probably the first time he’s ever been kissed.

I scrape my teeth against his until he gets the hint to open his mouth. Once he submits to my will, I force my tongue into his mouth while my hand cups the back of his skull as if to ensure that he stays in place. I explore his mouth as if it’s my right, tasting and stroking every inch of him. His tongue twitches when I roll mine against it. I keep poking and rolling my tongue against his in an effort to get him to participate. He seems to understand what I want him to do so he almost shyly rolls his tongue against mine in response. I feel his lips responding to mine as well and as a reward, I read down with my other hand and begin slowly rubbing at the bulge in his pants.  

He’s got a long ass tongue and it feels smooth as it rubs against mine. Curious, I slowly snake my tongue around his and I can tell that he’s enjoying it.

I withdraw my tongue from around his tongue and I’m pleasantly surprised when he almost immediately wraps the entire length of his tongue around mine, mimicking what I had just recently done to him. I can feel it surrounding my entire tongue. That’s kind of…well, hot. Makes me wonder what it would look and feel like on other parts of the body…

He’s panting in my mouth as he kisses me while his hips roll against the tight grip of my stroking hand. Not only that, but his intense eyes are open, yet half-lidded as if he is fighting to keep them open. Most prefer to close their eyes, but he’s not like most people. That much is clear to me, yet makes me wonder more and more about him. It makes me want to try something.

I abruptly remove both of my hands from him and I step a few spaces back.

Dhrele instantly makes a noise of protest as he pants while he glares at me. He’s too flustered to know how to form coherent words at the moment. All he can utter is my name. “Ergo…”

He looks…very sexy. I’m tempted to break my word to him by fucking him right then and there. But no, I can’t do that. But…

“Ergo, why did you stop?”

“Because I can.”

Annoyed with me, Dhrele snaps heatedly, “I’m tired of hearing that answer.”

“Too bad, baby. You’re still going to hear it a lot.”

Dhrele narrows his eyes and hisses, “You infuriate me, Ergo.”

“I know, and I think it’s sweet, Dhrele.”

Snorting, Dhrele tugs hard at his bonds and I can clearly see his muscles popping out more. Nice.

“Just shut up and let’s have sex now.”

“I don’t think so,” I begin and ignore my twitching cock. I step closer and touch his torso, splaying my fingers against his slightly heaving chest. I then look up at his face and continue, “I meant what I said about taking it slow. No intercourse. You should know by now that I won’t adhere to your demands.”

“I don’t enjoy being teased, Ergo. I don’t like being stuck…this way.”

I sigh. “Don’t worry; I will take care of you. Since you behaved in front of that girl, well, for the most part, anyway, I will do something for you. I know you will love it. I’m only warning you once, though. You are not to thrust your hips and your movement better be minimal. I want to see how well you can control yourself. I will not hurt you if you fail, but if you succeed, it will be all that much better for you, Dhrele.”

Dhrele looks confused for the most part, but he doesn’t question me for once. Maybe he’s finally learning, or maybe it’s just the anticipation and intrigue that has him utterly speechless.

I slowly slink down his body, my blunt nails dragging down against his stark white skin leaving blue welts in their wake. As my knees touch the ground, my hands grip the waistband of his pants for a moment or two. Without looking, I can feel his eyes watching me. Good. I then slowly peel the black material off as if it is a second skin. For as tight as his pants are, they might as well be.

Exposed to the air and to my eyes is his very erect shaft. It looks just as it had the other day. For a moment or two I’m tempted to be cruel, but I think I’ve done enough of that for today. I told him I was going to go slow, so that’s exactly what I intend to do. No need to drive him insane right away.

I wrap the fingers of my left hand around his turgid length as I rest my right hand against his thigh. He hisses at my touch and I bet he’s expecting a repeat performance. I then lick my lips once before I lean over and slowly lick the head of his cock. He gasps in surprise at what I’m doing and at the intense feeling. For such a simple action, I know exactly how it feels.

“W-what…?” Dhrele stammers in confusion and he doesn’t seem to know what words to use to form a coherent sentence.

“It’s ok. I won’t hurt you. Just relax,” I say calmly as if I’m talking to a child. In some ways, I am.  

Dhrele nods his understanding as he places one of his hands on my shoulder. The other hand slides into my dark hair. I hope I have some hair left after this.

I don’t say anything further. I look back down at his erection and instead of licking it like I had done prior; I take the head of it inside my mouth this time. He moans and I feel both of his hands tighten their grip on my shoulder and on my hair. Encouraged by his response, I let it fall from my mouth and I see that the saliva has made it glisten nicely. I blow air on it and he hisses as his body shudders in reaction to the stimulation. I can feel the muscles of his thigh tightening and quivering in response to all of the stimulation.

Dhrele is much more responsive than anyone I’ve ever been with. You’d think someone like him would be quiet and stock still yet he’s just the opposite. He doesn’t hold back any noises and he doesn’t try to restrain himself. It’s…refreshing.

I already know I might have to hold his hips when the time comes. My hand on his thigh slides up to grip his hip just in case. I don’t need him going buck crazy and breaking my jaw, heh.

Focusing back on my work, or should I say, the oral pleasure, I take Dhrele in my mouth again, only this time I inch more of him inside. Relaxing my throat, I slowly take inch by inch of him and slide my hand down to the base so I can swallow as much of him as possible. There’s no way I can fit all of him down my throat so I’ll have to substitute the rest with my hand. Even though I’m using a lot of concentration on this, I can still listen to all the breathy little moans I’m wringing out of him.

Once I’ve reached my limit, I stop. I wait for him to get used to the feeling and I can tell with all his squirming that he wants me to move. I tighten the grip of my hand around the base of his cock. I squeeze a few times just to help alleviate the pressure a bit. When I’m sure he’s ready, I hallow out my cheeks and I suck as hard as I can while I bob my head up and down. I keep the pace slow at first, making sure he’s gets used to what I’m doing before I do anything more.

I’m surprised, actually. He’s doing really well for his first blow job. Better than I imagined. The most he’s doing is writhing, gripping me, and rolling his body a little. And not to mention those damn sounds of his. All those moans, gasps, and grunts are starting to drive me insane. It’s a good thing I have a will of steel because if it was weaker, I would have stopped and made him scream until his throat turned raw.

I can taste him now. He tastes bizarre, but not in a bad way. Everyone I’ve ever had tasted bitter, but he tastes sweet. I don’t even know how to begin to explain it, but all I know is that he tastes foreign, yet good.

His pre ejaculation is mixing with my saliva, which serves to make it even slicker than before. Because of that and my relaxed throat, his dick slides in easily as if it is made for my mouth. I can tell that he’s struggling really hard to not fuck my mouth. Poor boy. I think it’s high time that I reward him already.

I begin moving faster while keeping in mind to suck as hard as humanely possible. My now slickened hand grips the base hard and slides up and down it while I hastily take him into my mouth over and over again. I then make the mistake of looking up at Dhrele through my eyelashes and I nearly gag on his cock. Damn, he looks gorgeous. His head is tilted back, eyes are closed, and his lips are parted. Different sounds keep coming out of him and they’re all sexy and uninhibited.

I’m determined to make him come now. I look away and begin to hum something random. A strangled moan emerges from Dhrele the moment he feels the vibrations adding to the already stimulating feeling of mouth, hand, and suction. Each muscle on his body is tight and straining as he fights himself.

“Er-Ergo,” stammers Dhrele in a half moan that sounds very frustrated, yet extremely pleasured as well. I can tell that he’s close to the edge of his release.

I release his cock and a wet pop! reverberates throughout the small cell. I look up at him. My voice is raw and husky as I say, “It’s fine, Dhrele. You can let go. Let yourself go…”

I don’t even bother giving him time to respond to that. I swallow his erection again, but this time I release my hold from the base of his cock, which had been what had been hindering his release for this long. Redoubling my efforts with my talented mouth, my hand moves down to touch and fondle his very neglected and swollen balls.

It doesn’t take long for Dhrele to come. He ejaculates almost a minute later and my, does he come hard with a shout of something incoherent. I’m almost not able to swallow it all down my throat. Thankfully, I manage to swallow it all, which means I don’t have to clean it up later.

I release my hold on him, which causes me to fall back down on my ass hard. I sit there with my hands on the ground while I breathe in deep gulps of air. Breathing through my nose during something like that gets annoying after awhile. And strenuous. I’m fucking exhausted. If giving Dhrele a blow job was that taxing, then I’m almost scared to imagine how tired I’ll be after I, well, assuming I ever do more than hand and blow jobs with Dhrele. But if I do…well, it’s going to be beyond amazing.

“You all right, Dhrele?” I stand up slowly and I look him in the face.

Dhrele nods slowly and opens his eyes to look at me. He’s still panting and unlike last time, he’s still conscious. But there’s something odd. He’s shaking a bit almost as if he is riding out some sort of sensation. Could he still be feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm?

“Why are you shaking? You sure you feel ok?” I ask in concern. As I carefully pull his pants back on, I look him over to make sure I didn’t accidently hurt him. Nothing looks wrong or out of place. I touch his face and I’m surprised when he flinches from the touch and moans.

“Ergo, I’m all right, thank you. My nerves are burning,” Dhrele explains and he appears calmer than I am. He’s caught his breath by now and he looks tranquil. He looks like he’s on the verge of sleeping again.

I’m even more concerned now. I watch him closely as I ask, “Does it hurt?”

“No, quite the opposite, actually.”

The reason for my worry is because everyone takes it differently. It’s more so in the mind then it is in the body. Since I know he’s new to well, pretty much everything, I don’t want to accidently drive him insane or injure him in some way. Since he is part alien, I’m not certain what his reaction will be to everything. I know he’s not fragile. I know that he’s stronger than most people would be given his situation, but he’s my friend. He’s more than just some experiment to me and even though I’ve only known him for a short period of time, the connection I feel to him is strong. I can’t explain it in words. The closest thing I can say about it is that I want to do everything I can to protect and help him.

“If you feel odd or something isn’t right, you’d tell me, right?”

Dhrele nods and tilts his head to the side. His eyes are half-lidded as he watches me.

It’s then that I notice the IV bag. It’s almost completely empty. I look to Dhrele and inquire quickly, “Dhrele, that…stuff…is almost gone!”

He glances at it and shrugs indifferently. When he notices that I’m glaring at him, he sighs and points almost sluggishly at the box that Filia had brought into the cell earlier.

I stride over, pick it up, and I bring it over to him. Setting it down on the ground, I open the box and peer inside. Cool air wafts out of the box and I realize that whatever is inside is being refrigerated. I reach inside and pull out a cold IV bag. It’s green just like the one that’s hanging near Dhrele. “How do I set this up?”

Five minutes later, the new IV bag is hanging and connected to Dhrele. I didn’t know what to do with the old bag, so I put it in the box and then closed it. It wasn’t hard to set up, but it did require a certain code and it was something I had to be very cautious with. There was a specific reason why it had to be refrigerated, but Dhrele didn’t know why. I guess that’s something I can question Filia about later.

Once I’m finished, I walk over to Dhrele and I look up at him. “You still feeling ok?”

“Yes,” Dhrele answers and then his eyes suddenly widens in realization of something. He looks at me and asks, “What about you?”

“What about me? I feel fine.”

“No, I meant…”

Oh. Well then. Now I know what he means. Whatever arousal I had is gone by now due to my worry over him and the fact that I had to handle that strange green stuff. “I’m ok, Dhrele.”

“You don’t want me to do the same for you?”

I laugh. “Don’t worry about that right now. I don’t expect you to do anything for me.”

“What if I want to do it for you?”

So eager, this one is. “I’m not saying that you can’t. Just not right now. My job is to take care of you first and foremost. My needs do not take precedent over your own, Dhrele.”

Dhrele appears to be in deep thought as he’s probably carefully weighing my words in his head. I know he’s the type that has to analyze everything to death. He has to understand it or it will drive him bonkers. After a few minutes, he looks indomitably at me and finally states, “I would not hurt you, Ergo.”

Is that what he’s thinking? I’m not hesitating because of that. I know he can hurt me or kill me at any given moment. I know that. In spite of that information, I don’t really care. If I’m going to die, I will die. I’m not going to live in fear of something that’s out of my control. “I did not say you would.”

“Ergo…” Dhrele whimpers and something about him suddenly seems vulnerable now.

I immediately walk over to him and I envelop my arms around his waist and I hug him as tight and close as I possibly can. I hug him the way my parents had used to hug me after I had had nightmares. It had always made me feel better no matter how terrible things had been. Something about an embrace was always comforting and made me feel safe and comforted.

It works. Whatever bad feeling he is experiencing dissipates and he wraps his arms around me just as tightly. He nuzzles the side of my face affectionately almost like a needy cat. I can almost imagine him purring.

I sigh and I mumble, “I wish I could take you to my bed…”

Dhrele suddenly stops nuzzling my face and looks me in the eyes. “You do want me?”

Oh, boy. “Yeah, Dhrele, I do. Is that why you acted that way? You think I don’t want you to touch me because I don’t want you? What were you thinking?”

“You never let me do anything for you. I want to touch you the same way you did me.  Why don’t you let me? Is it because of that girl?”

Again with the jealousy? I really can’t blame him for being insecure, though. He’s stuck in this little prison cell whereas I can come and go as I please. I guess he thinks I’m going to leave and have Filia do for me what I did for him. Uh, yeah, I don’t think so. I think women are beautiful, but I’m not attracted to any of ‘em. Especially not Filia.

I sigh again and reassure him, “I don’t like her the way I like you, Dhrele. I’m not going to do anything with her or with anyone else on this ship. You have my word on that.”

Whatever bad mood had fallen over him is gone now. He happily nuzzles my face again. Dhrele is such a kid sometimes. A big kid. He’s bigger and taller than I am. I bet he could easily snap me in half if he tried.

“Can I touch you now, Ergo?”

I sigh and then laugh in spite of myself. “If you behave for the rest of the day and tomorrow, then maybe I’ll let you return the favor tomorrow. I’m not promising anything, Dhrele.”

“Heh, and you called me an ass today. I think you’re the ass.”

Wait, I don’t remember calling him an ass today. I never actually said it, but I think I did think it. I think. If he can mind speak into my mind, does that mean he can read my mind? Wait a minute…

Dhrele is smirking at me.

 

 

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Random Fact: Dhrele likes to read people’s minds.