Chapter18
Lokmi seemed delighted to go down to Kalquor with the other two men for dinner. Piras was glad for the Imdiko’s upbeat company, because he couldn’t shake the low feeling talking to Sitrel had brought on. Kila had also become morose after his burst of admiration for how Piras had handled the situation.
The atmosphere of the restaurant Piras chose for their outing couldn’t have been more pleasant. It extended from the seaside cliffs by way of a wooden pier so that they and other diners were surrounded on three sides by the ocean. Under the scattered stars and three of Kalquor’s moons, with the quiet splashes of waves against pilings, the setting was serene and inviting. The food was as good as the scenery, with piles of succulent ekpra fish, ytor, and sturnek shells prepared in myriad ways. If it came from the sea and could be cooked, it was on the menu.
Despite all that, Piras couldn’t rouse from his dark mood, and he noted Kila seemed to be feeling the same way. He felt sorry for Lokmi, who struggled to keep conversation going with lighthearted stories and jokes. The Imdiko’s his efforts met little success, though Piras tried to chuckle on cue.
Halfway through the meal, Lokmi looked from one man to the other and sighed. “Look, I’m a bundle of fun. I know that for a fact. You two are making me doubt myself, though.”
That got a ghost of a smile out of Kila. Piras snickered for real at the Imdiko. “We’re not the best of company tonight, are we? It’s not been a great day.”
“I know as the lowly chief engineer I don’t need to have all the information you do. Maybe it’s stuff you feel better about me not hearing. However, if you want to share, go right ahead. Or tell me to shut up already.”
“Sorry, Chief. It’s nothing that can be spoken here. We’ll bring you in on the details later.”
Piras patted his shoulder in apology.
Kila added, “There is one thing you should be aware of. We are coming to the part where we should be prepared for anything. Consider yourself warned.”
Piras rolled his eyes at the drama. Lokmi caught the look and whispered in a cautious tone, “Okay, Captain. I’ll forego sleep in the interest of readiness.”
He peered at the other diners with narrow-eyed suspicion, hunching his shoulders in a distrustful manner.
Piras laughed at the Imdiko’s silliness. “We’ll try to relax. Kila’s right though; we may not get many more opportunities to do so.”
Loosening up was easier said than done. Kila had earlier told Piras that he’d gotten no information from his connections concerning the current location of the enemy fleet that was supposed to be heading for Laro. No one had given a sign about when the attack would commence. It could come at any moment.
Piras was brought out of his reverie by Lokmi snapping his fingers under his nose. “Less thinking, more eating and talking,”
the engineer told him.
Piras gave him a level stare. Lokmi’s statement had sounded too much like a command for his liking. “Don’t pull any Dramok shit with me in public, Chief. Out here, I can out-Dramok any man, any time.”
He thought of how he’d put Sitrel in his place and smiled.
Lokmi eyed him without the first sign of being impressed. “Is that a challenge?”
Kila scowled at them. “Someone shove a blade into my heart now. I am not in the mood to contend with either of your bossy personalities. Don’t make me watch you two play overlord with each other.”
“Shut up, Nobek,”
Piras and Lokmi chorused. They looked at each other in surprise before bursting out laughing. Their guffaws were so loud that several other diners looked at them before returning to their meals.
Kila shook his head. “And to think if all goes well, I’ll be shipping out with the two of you.”
“How will you ever manage?”
Lokmi teased.
“Outside the fleet, there are no drinking restrictions. To cope, I plan to kiss alcohol rationing goodbye.”
Piras snorted. “You can stick with rationing and like it. In fact, we may very well be better off dry for the duration.”
Kila made a face that pretended heartbreak, though Piras was sure he’d been kidding about getting drunk. “Hardass,”
the Nobek complained.
“You’d better believe it. But I’ll be nice elsewhere.”
He winked.
Lokmi’s lecherous pleasure was obvious. “That’s a decent trade-off. I’ll take a nice Dramok over booze any time.”
“You will, huh?”
Piras smirked, but his insides began to squirm in that anxious-excited way.
Lokmi eyed him like he did the dessert being set before him. “Most certainly. In fact, I plan to take the nice Dramok tonight.”
Piras had to fight not to squirm. Kila’s leer spread over his face, the expression silently telling him the Nobek was fully on board for that scenario.
The bad mood had been broken. Piras began once more to look forward to the weeks ahead, once they got past the evil of Laro’s downfall.
He thought that if not for the mission itself, he’d be happy with life. Once it was over and Kalquor was safe again, would he be able to keep this connection with Kila and Lokmi going? Would he find joy…maybe even a clan?
It was a strange and wonderful thing to contemplate.
The rest of dinner was far livelier, with Piras and Kila participating in conversation that didn’t touch on the war. An hour later, they returned to the destroyer and headed straight to Kila’s quarters. They entered the small space, still laughing and already wrestling with each other a little. Piras joined in the light tussling, ready to surrender the instant things went from silly to serious.
Lokmi looked around Kila’s room and sighed. “You should pull rank and get yourself larger quarters, Kila. This is damned near claustrophobic.”
He crashed full-length on the sleeping mat. “We should have gone to Piras’s home. I can live without your bag of tricks in order to have enough air in the room.”
Kila wrapped an arm around Piras and swatted his ass playfully. “Don’t look at me, Chief. It was the admiral’s insistence that we come here.”
Piras elbowed him in the gut. “My mother will com tonight. I can feel it in my bones. If I’m home, I’ll feel guilty about not answering her.”
“Nothing like a bad conscience over a mother to wreck the mood.”
Piras gave him a lopsided smile. “I wouldn’t be able to keep from talking to her. That would mean spending an hour listening to everything that’s awful in the universe. And ancestors help us if she realized I’ve got guests. The whole night will be about her questioning every single second of your lives. Later, she’d tell me about how she was up all night fretting about the kind of people I’m mixing with.”
Lokmi reached over to tug on his hair. “Mothers worry. It’s their job.”
“She takes it to the extreme.”
He gave Lokmi a severe look. “So deal with the tiny room. Suck it up.”
“Don’t mind if I do. You’ll stand there and accept it.”
He sat up, looking Piras in the eye.
Lokmi’s expression was sheer power, a regard that said he’d take what he wanted. It made everything but Piras’s cocks turn to jelly. Those went hard in an instant, all the blood in his body seeming to concentrate on the twin staves. They poked brazenly, tenting his trousers.
“That’s it,”
the Imdiko smirked. “Ready at my command. You see how well he behaves for me, Kila?”
“He knows he’d better, or he’ll have us both to answer to,”
the Nobek growled in Piras’s ear.
“I do like this obedient Dramok.”
Lokmi pulled the one-piece uniform Piras had worn that day wide open from throat to crotch. Piras’s cocks sprang out with unseemly eagerness that embarrassed him. However, he was powerless to do anything to curb his body’s reaction.
Lokmi yanked the uniform down to the tops of Piras’s boots. “Keep your hands by your sides unless one of us tells you otherwise,”
he instructed.
“Yes, Imdiko,”
Piras said submissively. He kept his gaze on Lokmi’s face, not daring to watch Kila. The Nobek had gone to the wall, opening a closet from which he pulled his bag of toys. He dropped it on the bed next to Lokmi.
The Imdiko opened it and rummaged. “I hope you have what I want – oh yes, you do.”
He pulled out a thick double cockring. “And Piras is nice and wet already, so it won’t be difficult to put on him.”
He didn’t ask if Piras wanted to wear it. He didn’t need to. Even though the Dramok knew the level of torment Lokmi could visit on him by its use, he didn’t dare protest. He’d handed over all control to the two men. It was no longer his body to command, but theirs.
Lokmi stroked his shafts, making him harder and wetter. The heat of his hands sank deep into his cocks, joining with the ticklish burn already throbbing within. “Lovely,”
the Imdiko sighed. “Such pretty cocks. You may not move, Piras. Stay still while I taste you.”
“Yes, Imdiko.”
As readily as he’d given his reply, it took everything Piras had to not jump when Lokmi’s mouth swept over his secondary prick. The delicious feel of the man’s mouth on him, sucking and swallowing the juices from his rigid flesh, had Piras panting in an instant. His jaw clenched. He fought to remain frozen as that wicked mouth worked him, as Lokmi’s tongue stroked his vulnerable flesh.
A momentary touch in the cleft of his ass was all the warning Piras got before Kila shoved a thick dildo inside him. The sudden taking burned as his entrance grudgingly yielded to the invasion. A thin wail emitted between his clenched teeth, and he rocked a little on his heels.
Lokmi released his cock with a light popping sound and slapped his thigh. More burning heat, more excitement rather than hurt. “I said stay still,”
he said, his stare ruthless as he looked into Piras’s eyes. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Piras’s voice was strained as Kila pushed the dildo in deeper, seating it firmly in his ass. “Yes, Imdiko. I’m sorry.”
Lokmi glared at him for a second longer, then went back to mouthing his smaller cock.
Kila looked over his shoulder and growled in appreciation. “Damn, I love watching someone get sucked. There is nothing hotter, unless it’s my cock in the man’s mouth.”
He reached around to pluck Piras’s nipples. He pulled and stretched and pinched and twisted, gifting erotic pain. Piras had to stand still and take it, though it helped make arousal thunder in his loins. His nipples swelled and blushed a deep color, growing more sensitive with each moment. Kila grunted with approval.
“Good. Let’s see how you like this,”
he said, moving to rummage once more in his bag. His hand emerged, curled around something too small for Piras to see.
“It’s not the size, it’s how you use it that counts,”
Kila said. He opened his fist and showed Piras the horseshoe-shaped nipple clamps he held.
The Dramok winced in anticipation but made no complaint. It was Kila’s body to use as he chose. Naturally, the Nobek would test Piras’s commitment to that.
Lokmi ended his attentions. He slid the double ring around Piras’s shafts, all the way to their bases. Piras whimpered at the harsh constriction that would keep him from climax until Lokmi chose to release him. The Imdiko switched his attentions to the Dramok’s larger cock, sucking it in deep. Elation surged in Piras’s groin. At the same moment, Kila clamped his left nipple, sending a spear of pain into him. Piras cried out as the two intense sensations warred for control. Torment and rapture made his body shake violently. He clenched his fists at his side, battling to keep from moving.
“Who’s my good boy?”
Kila murmured, kissing him on the cheek, as if he would never in a million years cause Piras pain.
“I am, Nobek,”
Piras choked, watching with blurred vision as the other clamp came towards his right nipple. “I promise I am.”
“Show me.”
The clamp closed over the erect button of flesh, and another vicious bolt sliced deep into Piras’s flesh.
He screamed but didn’t flinch. Kila watched him closely, gauging every nuance of pain. His mocking smile filled Piras’s hazy vision…the conqueror enjoying his prize.
And still Lokmi teased his primary cock, his warm, wet mouth a passionate counterpoint to the agony. The desire he kept at a peak fed on Piras’s pain, heightening the craving wakened by the Imdiko’s sucking and licking. Kila’s punishments didn’t negate any of the hunger that made his cocks harder than ever. It multiplied it by hundreds.
“Pretty Piras,”
Kila growled, his expression more feral than ever. “Held by the will of two men. So eager to please. You look good enough to eat, boy. I think I will.”
He stepped behind Piras again, out of the Dramok’s sight. For a few moments, he was gone, the silent predator missing. Piras drowned in the hurt pulsing through his nipples, the dildo’s thick weight filling his ass, the wet sounds and pulling of Lokmi’s hungry mouth at his jolting cock. Fever-bright excitement filled him, and the stirrings of impending climax tickled through his gut.
A circle of heated damp pressed against one buttock. Kila’s open mouth bore down on the mound, and the hardness of his teeth compressed Piras’s skin. He bit down, the force growing painful. Just as Piras thought the Nobek would break the skin, he relented. Slow licks eased the hurt before Kila went to an unmolested portion and bit again.
He did that to every inch of Piras’s buttocks, mauling and licking, hurting and rewarding. Meanwhile, Lokmi continued to lap and draw on his cock, bringing thick drops of pleasure to escape the tip. Piras was tossed endlessly to and fro, between paradise and perdition.
His mind grew fuzzy under the men’s assaults. Though his body rioted, he felt as if his consciousness floated, easy and secure. For the moment, all was in harmony in his world. His mind rested, not concerned with the mission, his mother’s worries, or his sexuality. He was safe, with nothing to do but obey.
Safe.
Kila left off biting and came around to enter Piras’s line of sight. Lokmi withdrew as well, getting to his feet and standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Nobek. They looked at Piras, their stares intent. Everything had a soft glow to the Dramok: the men standing before him and the aching places on his body where their attentions had been the most intense. Even his muddled thoughts had a soft radiance.
“Someone’s out in space,”
Lokmi chuckled. “We do good work, Captain.”
“So we do. What do you say? I wouldn’t mind watching you fuck him for a little while.”
“Do I have to? Well, if you insist.”
Lokmi winked at him. “Lie on your back, Piras. I want to look at that dreamy expression while it lasts.”
Piras blinked at him, the words coming in slow motion and hard to decipher in his euphoric state. Kila barked a laugh and circled his throat, his touch gentle with guidance. “This way, pretty boy. Down you go. That’s it.”
Piras felt he didn’t so much lie down as float to the mat surface. Kila kept his controlling but careful grip on his throat. Lokmi grabbed one of his legs and propped it against his shoulder, lifting Piras’s butt off the surface. He tugged the dildo free of the Dramok’s ass, leaving him uncomfortably empty. The void disturbed Piras’s pleasure a little.
“Please,”
he whispered, looking into Lokmi’s avid expression.
“Do you want me?”
the Imdiko asked, his eyes darkening. He pulled the crotch of his uniform open, and his eager cocks jutted straight from his groin. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you.”
Piras licked his lips as he stared at the livid shafts pointing at him.
Lokmi leaned close so his handsome face filled Piras’s vision. “What do you want from me?”
“Whatever you will give me.”
“Ancestors,”
Lokmi groaned. “Why don’t they make more Dramoks like you?”
He didn’t wait for an answer but plunged his main cock into Piras’s ass. Both men sighed at the joining. For Piras, the awful emptiness disappeared, filled with hot, living flesh. Peace descended over his mind once more, though his cocks clamored to release the straining tension.
The worst of it gathered at the base of his main cock, fighting to get past the tight cock ring constricting it. As Lokmi’s hips rocked, pumping his shaft over Piras’s interior hotspot, the pressure grew more demanding. Yet Piras could not come. And while it was a misery on a physical level to be dammed up, he was content in his head that Lokmi should keep him wanting.
Kila watched the Imdiko take Piras with thrusts so energetic that the Dramok’s cocks bounced up and down against his abdomen. Through his euphoric haze, Piras was fascinated at how much the two men looked alike at that moment despite the stark differences in their features. Kila’s broad, rugged face and Lokmi’s strong but symmetrical characteristics were made nearly identical by the avid stares, wide pupils, and parted lips as they viewed the Imdiko’s cock pushing in and pulling out of Piras.
It took only a few minutes before Kila yanked his uniform open. “Damn if I can wait another second,”
he said in a hoarse voice. He clambered up on the mat and knelt over Piras’s face, his massive primary erection in his hand. Piras opened his mouth, and Kila fell over him.
It was dark and warm beneath the Nobek, enhancing the dreamlike atmosphere that lustful appetite could not negate. Even the exciting flavor of his lover’s juices couldn’t drive away the enraptured exhilaration that owned Piras. As the two men drove against him, filling him over and over in the most exquisite fury, he felt nothing but peace in his head.
This was the kind of love he’d been meant for. He could never pretend otherwise ever again.
Lokmi’s rhythm faltered. Gasping, the Imdiko tugged the cock ring from Piras’s aching lengths. That was all it took to undo him. His trance disappeared in a tidal wave of brutal force, emptying his loins in shattering bursts that had him screaming around Kila’s shaft. Over and over he seized, the long-inhibited climax jetting to expend every drop. The force of it eclipsed awareness of anything else. There was blinding whiteness and thunderclaps of passion for a long time.
When the world returned, Piras found himself still lying on the mat, flat on his back. Kila and Lokmi splayed on either side of him, gasping like landed fish. Kila’s spent desire was still on Piras’s tongue, luscious evidence of what they’d done. He felt the wetness of his own lust running off his belly in tiny streams.
They were still for a long time, recovering from the glorious annihilation. Little by little, they relearned how to move. The nipple clamps were removed, leaving Piras hissing in pain. Kila supplied the antidote to his hurts, including a penetrating cream that would remove the bruises where he’d bitten the Dramok. They drank water like desert nomads before curling into a weary but satisfied knot in Kila’s bed, Piras in the center of the group.
I could get used to this, Piras thought as he drifted off to sleep, tangled with the other two men. It was an idea to float out of consciousness on.