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Bastian stretched out under his lover’s weight. “I know.”

“Good.”

Gus brought their mouths together in a long kiss that stole his breath. Bastian’s fingers twined with Gus’, holding on tight.

“I will never let you go,” Gus told him. “You are mine, Sebastian.”

“Never? Promise?”

“Never.” The word was growled, Gus’ eyes holding his, making the same promise.

“Yours. Yours.” He nodded, caught in those eyes.

Gus smiled. “Mine.”

Bastian just nodded. There was nothing else to do.

Chapter Three

T’ven

The zoo had been... a disaster.

Dirty and smelly and an earth camel had spat in Walt’s face. He shuddered just to think of it. He’d managed to hold it together with the promise of a long shower and a longer session with Coby when they got home. Not even the exotic animals, from Brandish itself as well as other planets, had saved the experience. Not even the little sharat, with its delicate feline features and its prehensile tail. Not after the spitting.

He’d gotten the shower, as long as he wanted, as Coby had been called by a big -- huge -- client and had left.

Two days ago.

It wasn’t unusual by any means, but Walt was having trouble forgetting that gross, disgusting saliva running down his face.

He checked the reflecting glass constantly, rubbing at his cheek, his nose, rubbing them raw. He could still feel it, though, and with a half sob, he turned the shower on to its hottest setting and stood under the water.

He thought he heard something, someone, moving around in the apartment, in their home.

He shook. It was too much. A little voice was saying that it could be a robber, he could have a weapon, but mostly Walt just felt violated, and he had had more of that than he could take. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the bottle of shampoo, hefting it over his head as he strode into the living room. How dare someone come into his home!

He didn’t get far. Coby’s light grey eyes flashed at him, one strong hand grabbing his wrist. “Oh, baby. What have you done to your face?”

“Oh! Coby! I thought you were a robber!” He collapsed against his lover, the adrenaline leaving as quickly as it had come.

Coby held him, carried him back toward the bathroom. “No. Just me. Come on, let’s get the soap off you.”

“No, no, the soap is good. That stupid camel.” He wrapped one arm around Coby’s neck, his other hand going to his face. He winced as he rubbed at the abused skin.

“Stop it.” Coby pushed his hand away from his face.

“I have to get it off, Coby. So many germs!” Coby didn’t understand, he hadn’t been spat upon.

Coby’s hand tightened around his wrists. “Walter. Do I have to bind you?”

He blinked and met Coby’s eyes. “A camel spit in my face, Coby. In my face! Camel spit.”

“Two days ago, baby. You’re hurting yourself.” Coby looked tired, worn, but so focused.

“I can’t get it off, Coby.” He blinked away the tears that threatened. “I can’t get it off.”

“Okay. I’ll get you clean.” Coby caught his gaze. “Focus, Walt. Right here. With me.”

“Oh. Oh, thank you, Coby.” He looked into those eyes, gave himself over to his lover wholeheartedly. Only Coby was stronger than the germs and dirt.

“That’s right.” Coby got him into the shower, pulled his hands up to hold onto the hook buried into the tile. “Hold on.” He nodded, fingers wrapping around the hook, stretching to reach it.

Coby would make it right.

“That’s my baby.” Coby grabbed the soap, lathered his fingers, slowly, carefully washing him.

“Yours,” he murmured, eyes closing, body pushing into Coby’s hands, the soap making his lover’s touches slick, clean.

“Mm-hmm.” His face was washed and rinsed, then washed again before the soft touch of Coby’s lips covered his skin.

“Oh! Oh, Coby.” His eyes flew open, meeting Coby’s, focusing on his lover and Master.

“Yes. Right here, Walt. Right here with you.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Coby was too good to him.

“Sh... focus now. What do you feel?” Coby’s fingers moved randomly, touching everywhere.

“You, all I can feel is you.”

“Good. I’m right here. Got four whole days off. In a row.”

“Oh. Oh, that’s wonderful news, Coby.” He nodded. He needed his Coby.
Needed
him.

“Yes. Focus.” Coby’s hands pushed against his skin, sensitizing it. “Focus.”

“Yes, Master,” he murmured, body responding to Coby as it always did.

“If I catch you hurting yourself again, I will deny you orgasm for a week. Your skin belongs to me.”

He gasped. “I wasn’t!” He’d just wanted to be clean.

“You did. Your skin is mine.”

“Not on purpose! I just needed to be clean, Coby.” He twitched; he could feel the camel’s spit running down along his cheek.

“You are clean now.” Coby’s hand stroked his cheek.

He closed his eyes, focusing on his Master’s hand on his face, on the skin that was so unclean, that was violated.

“Yes, Master.”

Coby’s tongue stroked over his cheek. “Clean.”

He moaned softly and nodded, nuzzling toward Coby’s touch.

“All clean.” Coby licked again and again, wetting his skin, claiming him.

He moaned, rubbing against Coby, body beginning to thrum.

“Say it, baby. All clean.”

“Yes, Master. All clean.” He nodded, already forgetting about his face.

“That’s right. Are you slick for me, baby? Can I fuck you good and hard?” Coby turned him, putting his hands back on the hook.

He whimpered. He’d forgotten. He’d been so distracted. He hung his head. “I’m sorry, Master. But you can still fuck me good and hard.” Yes, please. Please, he needed that.

Coby tsked, but kissed his shoulder, dropping down, tongue sliding down his spine. He shivered. “Oh... “ His back arched, giving Coby as much skin to work with as he could.

Thumbs spread his cheeks, tongue sliding over his hole, wetting him.

“Master!” Oh. He loved this, loved the care and heat of it, the intimacy.

The touches got more insistent, sharper, tongue pushing into him. Whimpering, he started to rock, meeting that tongue, meeting the penetration, wanting more.

That tongue disappeared, just for a second. “Don’t come.”

“Yes, Master,” he whispered, hands tightening on the hook.

Coby started fucking him, hard and deep, tongue sliding into him over and over. He shuddered, hips pushing back, Coby’s tongue driving him crazy.

Coby stood, cock pressing against his hole, pushing hard, slamming into him and giving him no mercy. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation, on the burn and stretch, the feeling of that cock fucking him.

“You’re mine, baby. Missed you.” Teeth fastened on his nape, biting down.

He cried out, body on fire. “Yes! Yes, Coby. Yours.”

Coby groaned, fucking him with deep, hard thrusts, rocking him.

He had to open his eyes again, to focus on the tiles in front of him, on the way his hands were gripping the hook hard enough to hurt. If he didn’t, the pleasure would overwhelm him, and he would come.

“Come with me, baby. Want to come together.” One hand scraped down his belly, grabbed his cock.

“Oh!” His focus snapped back to his body like a rubber band stretched and released. The pleasure did overwhelm him, heat going through him and culminating in an explosion that made him scream as he shot. Coby was so solid behind him, so sure, the heat flooding him.

The pleasure seemed to ride him for so long and then it dissipated, leaving him heavy and sated, clinging to the hook as his knees went to jelly.

“Have you eaten today, Walt?” Coby’s voice was rough and close, rasping over his skin.

He shook his head, eyes closing again as he let Coby fill his senses. So hot behind him and in him and around him. That voice like a firm, rough touch. Warm breath sliding across his neck. “I could not.”

“Then we will, together. You must care for my Walter. He is most vital to me.”

Warmth of an entirely different kind filled him and he leaned against Coby. “Yes, Master,” he said softly.

“I missed you.” The words were so soft, almost inaudible.

He nodded. “Oh, yes. I missed you, too. I needed you so.”

“I’m home now.” Coby’s cock slipped out of him. “Let’s eat and then settle for a while. I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, that won’t do. You go get in bed and I’ll make something special, bring it to you and feed you.” He turned, fingers sliding on Coby’s face, seeing the tiredness in his lover’s eyes.

“We’ll just order something up and eat together.” Coby leaned into his touch, smiling.

“If you insist.” He didn’t mind cooking for his lover at all, enjoyed taking care of Coby.

Coby smiled, turned the water off. “I will leave that decision to you, but you must eat.”

He was torn between cooking for Coby himself and being able to care for the man a little longer. “I will order something up, Master.”

“That sounds excellent. I will arrange the vid-feed so we can watch and relax and eat together.”

“Thank you, Master.” He reached up and kissed the side of Coby’s mouth before sliding out of the shower and drying quickly.

He had been so unnerved for the last couple of days, but now he was fine again, thanks to Coby.

Always thanks to Coby.

***

They slept together for most of a day, then Coby woke with a hard cock and a need to play, rolling Walt over and spreading him for a hard, quick, good-morning, let’s-play fuck. Walt moaned, hips rolling back against him, ready for him, wanting him always.

He didn’t ask, didn’t warn, just pushed in deep, groaning at the clasp of heat around him. Walt’s moan was low and thready, full of need and heat.

“Mine.” He bit down on Walt’s shoulder, his hands on the headboard. Walt arched, crying out and squeezing his cock hard.

“Yes. Yes. Mine.” He wasn’t going to last, so he didn’t tease, just slammed in, filled Walt with his seed.

Walt’s body squeezed him tight again, milking the come from him, making the aftershocks linger.

“Yours. All yours.”

He nodded, still moving, working through the sensation, the pleasure. A shiver went through Walt, his lover gasping softly and rocking back into him again.

He slowly leaned up, hips tilting, pushing into Walt. “What do you feel?”

“You. So big. Oh, Master. You’re everywhere.”

“Everywhere. Under your skin, inside you. Everywhere.” Coby nodded, sweat forming.

“Yes. Master. Oh. Please.” Walt moved beneath him, meeting every thrust, eager.

Walt was so fine, so pale and perfect beneath him, it drove him crazy. Walt’s back arched, a ripple of pleasure chasing up his back from his ass. Coby chuckled, bent down to follow that line with his tongue. That earned him a moan, Walt writhing beneath him, pushing his spine back toward Coby. He licked again, then let his teeth scrape down the fine skin.

Walt whimpered, jerked. “Master!”

“Yes, baby?” He did it again.

“Oh! So big, Master.” Walt shivered and moaned, body pushing hard into him.

He bit one shoulder, fingers digging into Walt’s hips.

“You make me need,” whimpered Walt, body rippling again.

“Good. I want you to need.” He shifted, pushing hard and deep.

“Master!” Walt’s voice echoed. “Right there. Oh, please, yes.”

“Yes. Show me how good it is, baby.” He sped up, pegged that gland over and over.

Walt’s cries filled the air, body moving on him, begging with every motion. Yes. Yes, perfect. His Walt was perfect. The more he pushed, the more Walt responded, need thick between them. The hairless body shone with sweat, glistening in the light from the window.

“Soon. Soon, baby. Together, yeah?”

“Yes, Master. Please.”

“Yeah. Now, Walt. Come for me.” His balls went tight, drawing up.

Walt cried out, body shuddering and squeezing him tight. The scent of Walt’s spunk filled the air, strong and musky. He emptied himself into Walt, hips slapping Walt’s ass as he spent. Walt kept moving, dragging out the pleasure, making it last.

“Love...” He leaned down, touching, petting.

Walt whimpered, pushing into his hands, face turning, eyes glittering at him. He took a kiss, hard and deep, telling Walt everything. Walt just melted beneath him, those eyes going soft, giving it all back to him.

Yes. That was what he needed, what he wanted. Walt twisted beneath him, arm coming up to wrap around his neck. To hold on. He cuddled in, nodded. Yeah. Hold on.

Tight.

Chapter Four

Rannalin

Gus walked along the clean, white sidewalk, a little swagger in his step.

For one thing, he was in his leathers, pants tight enough to show how large he was, vest tight, clinging to his pecs, and showing off the muscles of his arms. Big old stomper boots. He looked fucking hot.

But the main reason?

Right next to him. His Bastian. Also dressed in leather, dark and soft like butter, clinging to the long, slender form, the long hair loose, falling nearly to Bastian’s ass.

The buildings at the center of Rannalin were fantastic, rising high into the sky with spikes and spires and domes, fancy carving and steelwork at street level drawing the eye. The stores were open to the street, with music and sensational displays. There was art on every corner, inviting comment. But today everyone was looking at Gus’ lover. And getting growls from him for their trouble. “Mine.”

Bastian smiled and nodded to people they passed, but mostly focused on the shiny and bright objects displayed in the shops, either oblivious or teasing, Gus wasn’t sure which.

They were going to get the rings for his lover’s nipples, though he was seriously considering having “property of Augustus Jacks” tattooed on his lover instead. Gus could hardly blame anyone; after all, Bastian was his beautiful peacock, his blouse silky and shimmering with purples, his blue pants quite tight.

Still, Gus glowered at anyone who came too close.

Eventually they arrived at the shop where the work was going to be done. “I should sell tickets,” he grumbled as a number of eyes watched them go in.

Bastian laughed, head tossing. “Like anyone would pay.”

He stopped and looked at his lover. “Are you serious, Precious?”

He had seen the looks; he knew that people would pay to watch Bastian have his nipples pierced. They would pay to watch him shower, watch him take the strap, watch them fuck.

“Hmm? Serious about what, Augie?”

“Do you really not believe people would pay to watch you?”

“Why would they?” Bastian shook his head, hair tossing. “Come on.”

“Because you’re beautiful. Stunning.” Gus shook his head and followed Bastian to the desk halfway down the room. Bastian flitted about, looking at this, at that, almost bouncing, nerves obvious.

A little girl with very short white hair and piercings in her eyebrows, nose, lip, and cheek came to the desk. “What do you want?”

Gus raised an eyebrow but nodded toward Bastian. “His nipples. Pierced.”

Bastian turned bright red as she looked him over. “Okay. Anything special? Rod? Chain?”

“I have a chain, but not the rings. You have a selection we could choose from?” Perhaps he should have chosen that himself as well, but he’d wanted Bastian to have a say. They were going to adorn Bastian’s body after all.

“Sure.” A tray was pulled out with barbells and curved barbells and rings -- every color in the rainbow, some with dangling jewels, patterns. It was... stunning.

His eye immediately went to the simple silver and gold rings; they were meant to adorn his lover, not outshine him. “What do you like, Bastian?”

Bastian looked over them, frowning. “They’re all so... gaudy. I like the simple ones.”

He nodded. “How about the ones in the top left corner?”

Bastian nodded, fingers pointing to simple, satiny silver rings. “Those?”

He nodded and pulled the chain out his pocket, the delicate silver links a perfect match. “Yes.”

He turned to the girl. “We want those.”

“You got it. You want to feel it? You want the numbing agent?”

“He wants to feel it.” Gus didn’t even hesitate, answering for Bastian.

Bastian pressed against his arm, a shudder moving through the lean body. Gus purred, wrapping his arm around Bastian, stroking his side. “You will shine.”

“How long until you want to play with it?”

Bastian blinked over at the girl. “How long does it take?”

“We don’t want to wait at all,” Gus told her. He was not going to be able to resist. Not for a moment.

“Okay. Then we’ll use the nu-skin when we’re done. Come on to the back.”

Bastian grabbed his hand, squeezed. He squeezed back and grinned. “You’re going to look amazing.”

“You’re coming with me, right?”

“I wouldn’t miss this show for anything, Precious.” He tilted Bastian’s chin and took a nice, hard kiss. Bastian melted against him, eyes focused on him, wide and hungry.

He licked the pretty lips and took another kiss, this one short, soft. Then he took Bastian’s hand and they followed the girl with the face piercings behind a thick black curtain painted with silver swirls and dots. It separated the area for piercing from the rest of the store, blocked off the view from the street. It afforded them a modicum of privacy. Gus purred, fingers sliding along Bastian’s back, the silk almost as soft as the warm skin it hid.

“You’ll need to strip the shirt off and get into the chair.” Needles and antiseptic and rings were placed on a low table.

“I’ll do it,” murmured Gus, his fingers sliding along Bastian’s purple blouse down to his waist. He tugged the shirt out of Bastian’s pants and slowly pulled it up, fingers dragging against Bastian’s skin.

Those pale eyes stared at him, so focused. “All yours.”

“Yes. Indeed.” Groaning low, he pulled the shirt up over Bastian’s head and then slid his fingers back down, letting them flick across Bastian’s nipples. “These need to be hard, I believe.”

“Gus!” Bastian turned bright red, lips parting.

He raised an eyebrow and turned to the girl. “Isn’t that how it works? The nipple is made hard and then pierced?”

She nodded, grinned. “That’s it. I spray cold water on it, grab it with the tongs, pull and pierce.”

“Ooo, tongs. Maybe I should invest in a pair.”

He got another look from Bastian, eyes burning into him.

He grinned and kissed Bastian’s nose. “I was kidding about the tongs. Mostly.”

“Bastard.” Bastian shivered, stepped closer.

“Not at all. I merely know what you need. What turns you on.” He brought his hands up again, thumbs rubbing Bastian’s little nipples, making the small points of flesh go hard.

“What I need...” Bastian shook his head and moaned, hair falling into his face.

“Yes, Precious. As always, I know exactly what you need.” He purred the words quietly before leading Bastian to the chair.

Bastian went, sitting gingerly, eyes focused on him. Gus pushed the silky hair back over Bastian’s shoulders, out of his face to behind his ears. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, taking one of Bastian’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard.

“Gus!” Bastian flushed dark, gasp loud. That little nipple went tight-tight and hard.

“I think this one is ready for you,” he told the girl, grinning at Bastian.

“Excellent.” She clamped the little bit of flesh, grabbed the needle. “Deep breath in, now, and then let it all out.”

Bastian did as she said, the needle pushing through. Gus moaned, cock throbbing at the sight. “Oh, Bastian... beautiful.”

Those lovely eyes were closed tight, not looking. He tsked. “Sebastian! Pay attention. I want you to remember this. How it looks as well as how it feels.”

Bastian’s eyes flew open at the sound of his full name, so lovely, so exposed.

“Watch, Precious.” He reached over and pinched the unpierced nipple, making it rise.

“I... Gus. It... I...” Bastian moaned, shifted, the piercer chuckling softly.

He bent and licked at Bastian’s lips. “Yes, Bastian. You.”

He chuckled himself, gave Bastian’s nipple another pinch and then drew back a half step. “He’s ready for the second one.”

“Okay, same deal with the second. Breathe in and out.”

It took no time, and then Bastian’s nipples were adorned with shining rings.

“Stunning. Breathtaking.” Had to be, because he was having trouble finding his breath. And his cock was hard enough to drill nails.

“Leave us,” he demanded, not even looking at the piercer.

“You have to pay extra....”

“Yes, yes. Coin is not an issue. Go.” He waved his hand, dismissing the girl.

“Do you want the nu-skin now?”

Bastian glared over, bristling. “Are you deaf?”

He would have chuckled at Bastian’s impatience, if he didn’t want so hard, so badly. “Just go,” he growled.

The door slammed behind her, Bastian’s eyes burning up into him. “Augie...”

“My Precious.” He straddled Bastian’s legs, rolling his hips to slide them together. “You need.” It wasn’t a question.

“I do. Please.” Bastian was almost groaning.

“This first,” he murmured, pulling the chain from his pocket and attaching it to first one, and then the second ring. It hung between them, fine and delicate against Bastian’s skin.

“Oh. Oh. I can feel it.” Bastian panted, tongue wetting those parted lips.

“What does it feel like?” he asked, fingers sliding to tug gently on the chain.

His lover bowed, chest following his fingers. “Huge. It burns. It aches. It pulls deep inside.”

He bent and pressed a kiss to each of Bastian’s nipples and then pressed their lips together. Bastian groaned, tongue pushing into his lips, hungry, desperate.

“Hold onto the chair,” he ordered before deepening the kiss.

Bastian did as he was told, fingers white-knuckled on the arm.

“Yes, that’s right. Just like that.” He licked at Bastian’s lips and then moved down to work up a mark on Bastian’s neck.

“Gus. Gus. Love...” Bastian swallowed, entire body shaking.

He purred, finger sliding from Bastian’s neck down along his chest, snagging on the chain a moment and then continuing down to tease open the top button of Bastian’s pants.

Bastian’s cry was sweet, sharp. “Please!”

“Please what, Bastian?” Oh, he did like to tease.

“I need. I
need
.”

“I know you do.” He wrapped his tongue through one of the rings and tugged gently.

“Gus!” Bastian pushed back into the chair, panting.

He chuckled and breathed on Bastian’s nipple. Bastian shook his head, groaned. He ran his tongue along the chain, letting it tangle in it and tug on it randomly as his fingers slowly opened Bastian’s button and worked down the zipper on his pants.

“Tease. Mean man. I need you.”

“Anticipation, Bastian. Remember? You wouldn’t want me to cheat you out of half your pleasure, would you?”

Bastian groaned, hands sliding on the chair’s arms.

“No coming,” he warned, fingers carding through the curls that surrounded Bastian’s cock. The heat of his lover’s prick warmed his fingers, drew them to it, and he stroked lightly.

“But...” Bastian groaned, eyes rolling.

“No coming,” he repeated, squeezing Bastian’s cock hard.

“Yes. Yes, Augie. I’ll try.”

“You’ll do, yes, Bastian? My Precious.” He squeezed again and then loosened his hand some, slid it slowly up and down, eyes on Bastian’s.

“Yours. Yes.” Bastian looked desperate, but he did not spend.

“My perfect Sebastian.”

He bent and licked at the tip of Bastian’s cock, gathering the liquid there, gasping at the sharp flavor of Bastian’s need. He glanced up, wanting to see the look in Bastian’s eyes as his lover fought to come.

“Going to make me come, Augie...” Those eyes were burning, beautiful.

He nodded. “I know. And now you have permission to.” Then he took Bastian’s cock in his mouth, going all the way down in a single motion.

“Oh...” Bastian moaned, cock jerked, seed filling his mouth. He swallowed Bastian into himself, humming at the taste.

Pulling off slowly, he looked back up into Bastian’s face. Perfect. Beautiful.

“Love you. Thank you.”

“No, my Precious, thank you.” He placed another kiss on the tip of Bastian’s cock, one brief one to each nipple and then brought their lips together, his tongue dipping into Bastian’s mouth to taste. Bastian opened right up, eyes adoring him, loving him like nothing else.

He purred into the kiss before ending it. “Come on, Bastian. Let’s go home. I need you.”

“Yes. My shirt?” Bastian moved, eyes wide as the chain shifted. “Oh.”

“Leave it. I’ll buy you a new one.”

He grabbed Bastian’s hand and stalked out of the back room, stopping only long enough to leave his money on the counter in front of the little girl who’d done Bastian’s piercings.

The street was just as crowded, the looks they were getting doubled. Of course so did his “all mine” growl.

A tall, dark-skinned man started walking beside them, eyes black as pitch. “Is your pet for sale?”

His free hand turned into a fist, the fingers holding Bastian’s going white-knuckled. He looked into the man’s eyes, wondering if he had a death wish. “No.”

“Rent?”

Bastian shook his head, pressed closer to him. “Leave us alone.”

Gus slid his arm around Bastian’s waist and kept going, walking faster now, glaring at anyone he caught looking too long. Why exactly had he thought others looking at his Bastian was a good idea? He wanted to rip each and every one of them limb from limb.

The wind picked up, Bastian’s hair flying, caressing his skin. He purred, glanced at Bastian’s body, at the way the chain swayed as they walked.

“Is it going to get cold, Gus?” The way Bastian’s nipples looked, it already was cold.

“We’ll be home before it gets any colder,” he promised. “I need.”

“Anything you want.”

“I want to take your mouth. I want to watch, knowing that every time you go down on me it makes the chain sway, which makes the rings tug.”

Bastian moaned, nodded. “Need you. Hungry for you -- your cock, your hands, all of you.”

“You’ll get it. You’ll get everything you want and more, Precious.”

“Love you.” The words were soft, almost lost in the sounds of the street.

He stopped and turned to Bastian, smiling into the grey-on-grey eyes. “I love you.”

Then they were on their way again, hurrying home.

***

The nipple rings were driving him crazy.

Insane.

The first few days were okay, but the pleasure and ache was driving him mad, his fingers constantly drawn to them, pulling at them.