Clan and Crown (7 page)

Clajak’s hands cupped his buttocks.
Morose thoughts of crushing loneliness and too-effective barriers
crumbled away as those strong fingers kneaded Egilka’s ass. Heat
surged, stiffening the Imdiko’s cocks. He shuddered. He loved
having his ass touched. Whether caressed, stroked, or squeezed as
Clajak did now, it was an instant turn-on for him. All at once, his
cocks jutted at right angles to his body.

Egilka bit his lips together to keep
back the moan that wanted to come. His eyes squeezed closed. His
hands, still braced against the wall, curled into claws as if the
cool tiles might give way to his grip.

Clajak’s hands slipped around Egilka’s
hips, closing on his cocks. The groan the Imdiko had held back
burst free.

Clajak’s insinuating tone flowed into
one ear. “Not so old after all, huh? You’ve got quite a few urges
left to you, Imdiko.”

The prince pumped Egilka’s cocks, his
fists squeezing tight rhythmically as he did so. Egilka cried out
again, his palms smacking against the wall as fevered need bloomed
in a great rush. As his groin grew heavier and his pricks filled
with fire, he reflected on Clajak’s well-deserved reputation. The
Crown Prince was known as a voracious lover, his libido almost
legendary even at the tender age of 24. His conquests were rumored
to be in the thousands.

This was the man who had Egilka pinned
to a wall in a shower in a lovers’ suite. The man who was working
his cocks with more knowledge and experience than Egilka could
guess at.

“Fuck,” the overwhelmed Imdiko
gasped.

Clajak chuckled. “I’d be glad to.
Spread your legs and brace your hands against the wall.”

The commanding voice of a born Dramok
was unmistakable. It didn’t matter that Egilka had almost two
decades on the prince. He assumed the position.

He grimaced. Clajak wielded his
leadership abilities far too easily. Given the prince’s temper and
tendency to act on impulse, it was a worrisome
authority.

Yet Egilka warmed to the approval in
Clajak’s tone. “Very nice, Imdiko. I was going to discipline you
for that business of topping me in the brothel, but your obedience
pleases me.”

Egilka might have liked the Dramok’s
praising voice, but his smug words were another matter. He opened
his mouth to make a sharp retort.

Clajak cut him off before he could
utter the first word. “Before you say something to ruin my
benevolent mood, I’ll advise you to keep your mouth shut and your
body compliant. Otherwise, you’ll spend the night with my cock up
your ass and a raging hard-on I won’t allow you to
relieve.”

The Imdiko froze, again affected by the
authoritative tone. He turned his head to look into the face of the
man staring at him over his shoulder. Clajak still wore his
charmer’s smile, but beneath that lurked a harder, dominating look.
It was the stare that belonged to a Dramok who would tolerate no
disobedience. Not even from someone he professed to have desired
for years.

If a fucking was all Clajak demanded,
Egilka realized he would be lucky to get off so easily for topping
the man earlier. Clajak had never turned the full force of his
personality on the Imdiko. It shook him to realize the true nature
of the man he was destined to clan with. If Clajak wanted something
enough, no force would keep him from claiming it. Especially not an
aroused Imdiko.

With no choice but to submit, Egilka
nodded his acquiescence and kept his mouth shut.

Clajak gave him a half-grin. “You are a
smart one, my intended. Tell me, how long has it been since this
perfect ass was properly enjoyed by a man?”

Egilka swallowed, thinking of Clajak’s
thick primary cock. His buttocks clenched. “At least a year. No,
more like two.”

Clajak made tsking noises. “Have you
been topping all that time? Or have you not bedded anyone at all?
Let me guess; you’ve been telling potential lovers that Imdiko
Egilka can’t take their cocks now. He has work to do.”

Egilka gave him a sour look but didn’t
comment. He was at a disadvantage.

Clajak’s smile turned compassionate. He
kissed Egilka’s cheek and gave his cock a delicious squeeze that
put the Imdiko on his toes. “Don’t worry, you lovely man. I’ll give
you what you’re overdue for.”

Still stroking Egilka’s primary with
one hand, Clajak’s other fist, filled with his own cock, pressed
against Egilka’s asshole. The Imdiko bit his lip and concentrated
on relaxing against the growing pressure there, on feeling instead
the tight grip that felt so good on his cock. He pushed against the
length sliding into him, opening to the invasion.

An ache bloomed as the tight ring of
muscles was spread, but not the splitting pain he’d expected. As a
second hard warmth rubbed up the crack of his ass, tracing along
his lower spine, Egilka realized Clajak entered him with his
smaller secondary cock. The lesser length burned, but the slight
discomfort added to the pleasure of being handled.

The Imdiko trembled under Clajak’s
careful taking. Just when he thought his wayward prince a crass,
selfish bastard, Clajak showed the kinder side that endeared him to
so many. Egilka thought he might never figure out his intended
Dramok.

As the girth of Clajak’s lower prick
grew, Egilka groaned with heightened sensation. Exciting friction
rubbed his interior hotspot even as his entrance protested the
taking. Clajak’s hand whipped up and down his primary cock inciting
heat and growing rapture. His other arm circled Egilka’s waist,
holding him for the taking and offering reassurance and
support.

Clajak’s voice in his ear told Egilka
the prince watched his every reaction. “Look at you. Did you know
you are a beautiful man when passion takes hold of you? I look
forward to seeing this face every night in my bed. I vow to put
that look on your face as often as possible, my Imdiko.”

Egilka panted as Clajak pumped in and
out of his ass, his primary gliding a wet trail in the crevice of
his buttocks. The prince fucked and fondled him, his experienced
touch making the Imdiko’s head swim. Now there was only pleasure,
only heightening rapture, ushering him towards exalted culmination.
His hips rocked in animal instinct, taking Clajak deeper inside,
inviting possession – begging for conquest.

Clajak’s hot breath wafted into his
ear. From there it found Egilka’s spine to zap fire down its
length. “That’s it, my Imdiko. You give me such a sweet ass for my
cock to fill. I want you to come for me now. Just let it go,
Egilka. Shoot your load for me. Come for your Dramok.”

The voice was low, but the demand of
his clan leader was not to be denied. With a ringing cry, the
clenched need in Egilka’s groin unfurled. It jetted free of him in
shattering bursts, splatting against the tile he braced against.
His cocks throbbed with one seizure after another as they strove to
empty him. He sobbed Clajak’s name with every lightning strike of
ecstasy that passed from his loins.

As the paroxysms dwindled to
shiver-instigating ripples, Clajak groaned low in his throat.
Egilka felt the prince’s cocks throb, one within and one nestled
tight in his crack. New heat surged against his spine as Clajak
spent himself on his back. The Dramok hugged Egilka tight against
his belly and chest as he climaxed.

The world felt like a slow motion dream
as the men rinsed themselves off and stumbled on shaking legs to
the sleeping mat. Egilka fell hard into the softness of bed and
pillows. Clajak crawled in next to him, spooning against the
Imdiko. The prince curled around Egilka, pulling the lankier body
into his solid frame. Egilka couldn’t fight the feeling of being
sheltered though he knew better with a man like Clajak. Yet the man
felt so strong, so certain ... so right. It was impossible to
resist sinking into the sensation of security.

The Dramok’s tone resumed its teasing
quality. “I guess being clanned to you won’t be so bad. There are
worse things, or so they tell me.”

Egilka turned his head to glare at him.
The man was incorrigible.

As if to prove that assessment, Clajak
gave him his sauciest grin and loudly smooched his cheek a few
times. Each kiss was wetter and sloppier than the last. Egilka
shoved at him.

“You are such a jerk.”

Clajak responded with rough snuggling
and even louder kisses. “Love me, Egilka! I won’t rest until you
say you love me! And that I’m at last forgiven for my stupidity
five years ago.”

Egilka stilled at the reminder of the
argument that had led to him beating the hell out of the Dramok.
Clajak stilled too, his foolish antics ending.

His voice contrite, Clajak said, “I am
sorry for that, you know. What I said that day ... there was no
excuse—”

Egilka interrupted him, turning away so
he didn’t have to look into that deadly serious face. “Forget it,
Clajak. It’s not worth rehashing. That you took a beating from me
tells me how sorry you were.”

Clajak made an unbelieving sound. “You
think I took that willingly? Even though I deserved it? I could
barely move for two weeks afterward. They aren’t kidding when they
warn us Dramoks and the Nobeks to never underestimate your
breed.”

Then he became silly again, kowtowing
in a voice pitched high with pretended terror. “Please never raise
your hand to me again. I’ll be a good boy. I swear it! Here, let me
kiss your ass as a token of my terror of you.”

With that, Clajak flipped Egilka onto
his belly. As he rained more of his exaggerated sloppy kisses on
Egilka’s buttocks, the surprised Imdiko couldn’t help but laugh.
The double-damned bastard was too charming.

When Clajak finished being a goofball
and gathered Egilka in his arms once again, the Imdiko sighed.
“I’ll tolerate you as best I can, you ridiculous man.”

Clajak’s grip tightened around him, his
face nuzzling into Egilka’s long hair. “That will do
too.”

Maybe there is hope for us
as clanmates
, Egilka thought as he began to
drift towards sleep.
The sex is certainly
fantastic. Now if he’ll just grow up a little more, accept his
responsibilities...

Thought grew disjointed and faded away.
In the warmth of the man holding him, Egilka drowsed, sliding into
contented oblivion.

* * * *

Clajak felt Egilka settle. The Imdiko’s
breathing deepened and steadied. He was asleep.

The prince thought about his plan to
run off again and have Egilka chase him. He’d wanted the Imdiko to
admit he craved Clajak every bit as much as Clajak wanted him. He
wanted to know that he wasn’t just another duty to Egilka. That
they could be true lovers and not just clanmates.

He’d gotten that. Egilka’s immediate
submission in the shower wasn’t quite the begging for a fuck that
Clajak had envisioned, but then again, his intended wasn’t the
begging type. So what was the prince to do now? Quietly go home?
Perform the duty he was eager for and claim his Imdiko?

Maybe not. Egilka was a tough nut to
crack. That he’d not had a lover for two years – two years! – told
Clajak they had some issues to settle. The Imdiko might be older,
wiser, and far more responsible than the prince, but there were
some areas in which Egilka still had some growth due.

Clajak eased back from the other man,
watching to make sure he didn’t wake. It seemed counterintuitive to
leave Egilka’s bed now that they’d gotten a taste of one another.
Yet Clajak knew he had some thinking to do. He couldn’t parse out
his next move objectively, not when the warmth of the Imdiko was
pressed against him. Not while that long, lovely body lay naked
next to him.

He thought,
you’ll still chase me, my duty-bound lover. But
not far. And not for long
.

He pulled away and got to his feet by
the mat. He looked down on the slumbering Egilka. Clajak’s cocks
gave a jerk, looking over the lithe lines of that delicious body.
He had enjoyed fucking Egilka, just as he’d known he would. He
looked forward to all the encounters they would have over their
shared lifetime, to exploring the Imdiko’s desires and fantasies.
It promised to be a grand adventure if Egilka would relax long
enough to appreciate it. The challenge would be getting past the
man’s rigid thinking and behavior. To convince Egilka that there
was more to life than duty driven by promises made to one who could
no longer benefit from them. To show him there was joy after
heartbreak and grief.

The slight smile on the Imdiko’s face
smoothed out the harsher planes. Clajak smiled too. He would be
good for Egilka, maybe as much as Egilka would be good for him. Few
doubted his intended would do well as a future emperor of Kalquor.
Most hailed the Imperial Clan’s choice of Egilka for Clajak’s clan
as a solid one.

You will help me not be so
overwhelmed by my coming responsibilities, and I will help you
learn to set aside those responsibilities from time to time,
he silently promised the sleeping man.

And speaking of setting aside
responsibility...

Clajak’s gentle smile turned into a
mischievous grin. He grabbed his formsuit from the bath facility
and slid it on. One more night of fun, one last game of chase, and
maybe one extra lesson on letting loose for his soon-to-be
clanmate. Then he would go home and cheerfully clan his
long-desired Imdiko.