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B7 The Ends: Tingash - Chapter 36 
15th-Mar-2010 10:13 pm

Category: Drama, Humour
Rating: PG+
2nd Story of From the Ends to the Beginning

Introduction: Of possession, truth and whips.

Note: Thanks to muscadinegirl for inspiration for the last scene.

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Sharp-Eyes lay with his muzzle resting on his front legs. Only his eyes moved as he watched and listened to the two Alphas. His ears flicked occasionally, listening to other sounds on the ship. There was the faint hum of the engines that he could feel with his toes as he padded through the corridors. It was a regular, comforting rhythm, just like the voices of the two confident men. He could hear the barest hiss of air through the grilled holes in the walls. It smelled strange, not alive like it was at home.

The young wolf sighed. He missed home and the harsh rush of wind through the leaves. There was always a sense of danger and excitement in that rough environment. Not that he liked to seek it out, but it did add interest.

The ship was fascinating with all of its advanced technology. He planned to learn enough from the Avon-Alpha so he could protect his pack.


Picture Courtesy of vilakins

Avon’s hands rested on the dragon-headed cane as he talked. “Kaarn is secure, for now.”

The deliberateness of the words made Argus sit up and lean forward, his danger sense on the alert. He knew Avon well enough by now to recognize the signs of trouble. “For now?”

“I’ve been thinking.”

That meant trouble. “Is there something wrong?”

“Convergence of target elements.”

Argus rubbed the back of his neck and wished for the umpteenth time that he had an Avon translator, or had taken Advanced Standard for tech heads. He was a soldier, not an academic. “What target elements?”

“Of course,” said Avon, sighing resignedly, and his voice mildly sarcastic. Argus understood things according to military implications. “It is not tactically sound to put so many valuable resources in the same place.”

Eyes widened as understanding finally dawned. Argus popped up in excitement, every fibre of his being ready to fight, and to protect. “You’re right. The clones, the wolven, the Auronar and the hybrids. It’s too dangerous putting them all in the same place. Why didn’t I think of that before?”

“None of us did.” Avon’s lips curled in a grimace, he hadn’t thought of it either until now. Better late than never was belatedly useful but for him it wasn’t an excuse. He hated not being able to see things that should have been obvious.

Sharp-Eyes gave a soft whine, making Avon tilt his head, wondering what the wolf was reacting to.

“Then we shouldn’t go to Kaarn,” said Argus, his steps decisive as he went over to the navigation station. “We should think of somewhere else to take the clones and the wolves.”

“Continue to Kaarn.”

Argus paused as he sat down. “What? I thought you said it would be dangerous to have them all in one place?” He felt as if Avon’s mind was leaving his mouth in the dust again and the information conveyed was lacking a whole dictionary of details.

Leaning on his cane, Avon stood up and walked towards him. He didn’t need the wolf to guide him on the flight deck. Every inch of this room was committed to memory. “It is if we leave them on Kaarn.”

“Then I don’t understand.”

“They are a target.” Avon’s fingers ran along the front edge of his tactical station.

“Avon...you’re not thinking of...” Argus stopped himself before accusing Avon of wanting to use them as bait. He would not do that to him. “You had something in mind?”

The pause and change in tone was not lost on Avon. He said flatly, “For now, the clones and the wolven will be safer on Kaarn.”

“You mean until we find a better place?”

“They also need the experience of the Auronar.”

Argus sighed heavily. “Avon, slow down. You mean experience with children?”

Wondering if all rebel leaders were afflicted with the inability to think or if he was particularly unlucky, Avon said with irritation, “What connects all of them?”

“Of course,” Argus slapped the edge of the panel, “They’re telepathic.”

“They are the only ones. That we know of.”

Argus nodded. “It makes them very valuable.”

“And hunted.”

“Avon, we have to make sure no one else gets their hands on them.”

 “That’s obvious. The clones are an unknown element. Unless their potential for aggression is contained, they will be a danger. They also have limited telepathic ability. The Auronar are the only ones who have the experience to handle them.”

Zen interrupted their conversation, “Information. Incoming text message under secured protocol.”

“What is the source, Zen?” asked Avon, angling his head towards the blinking visual interface.

“Security header corresponds to Avalon.”

Argus looked down at his monitor. “Direct it to my station, Zen. Unscramble the message.”

“Confirmed.”

He read it quickly and tried not to frown at its implications. “Looks like Avalon has brokered a possible alliance with the leader of the Gourimpest Empire. They will only continue negotiations with the leader of the alliance.” This meant him.

“Gourimpest?” said Avon with a startled look on his face.

“Is something wrong?”

“There’s...” His lips formed a snarl at the unpleasant thought, but it had been a long time. He doubted if anyone remembered; he hoped no one did. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? If there’s something...”

“Do you want me to ask if you’re possessed again?”

Argus grinned. “You’re trying to change the subject, Avon.”

“You are possessed.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it...”

“You have the Wolf inside your head.”

Oh my god.” Argus’s jaw dropped. “I...am...”

**********

Argus undid the clasps on his shirt, his fingers automatically following a routine as he got ready for bed. He slid it off, barely feeling the material brushing against his skin and shoved it into the container for dirty clothes. “We’re arriving at Kaarn tomorrow. Cally has already informed her people.”

“Good.” Reya came up behind him, hugging his warm body and resting her head on his broad shoulders. “You’ve been preoccupied since you came in.” She could feel his muscles tense up, his sculptured chest hardening under her fingers.

“Avon’s worried about the safety of the people on Kaarn. The Federation and the Andromedans have a great deal of interest in finding them: the Auronar, the hybrids, and when we arrive, the clones and the wolven will be there too.”

She rubbed his chest, relishing the smooth feel of him and the power bunched up, ready to be released. “He has a point. I have been thinking about that too.”

“Oh?” He twisted in her arms and turned to face her. “Have you come up with something?”

“There are two possibilities. One is my planet. My people will protect whoever seeks asylum.”

In his mind’s eye, Argus pictured the lush planet that Reya’s brother had given to her as a pledging gift. “I’d forgotten about that.” He swallowed nervously. “Reya, did you...” Why did Reya’s older brother always make him feel like a junior lieutenant? “...tell Kameron we were bonded?”

“Of course.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I contacted him before the ceremony.”

“Oh.” He gulped. “Did he...say anything?”

“He wasn’t pleased we weren’t waiting until we got back to Athol.”

“He hasn’t...put a contract on me, has he? For stealing you away?”

Reya smiled at him fondly, her hand trailing down, running a teasing finger down his chest. “I’m sure he thought about it. But he loves me too much to have you killed by strangers.”

His eyes looked pained, “Reya...”

She chuckled, her voice no longer holding the tough, professional edge. “Relax. He’s fine about it.”

“Are...you sure?” He was too stressed to feel her practiced fingers unbuckling his belt.

“He will expect a full Athol royal bonding ceremony when we return.”

Argus was sure he didn’t want that. Getting bonded the first time was already stressful enough. He’d just managed not to make a fool of himself. Now he was going to have to do it again, probably in front of hundreds of millions of people. “I...don’t mind being killed by strangers.”

Reya pulled the belt loose and dropped it on the floor. “It won’t be that bad.”

“It was bad enough the last time.”

“It was?” She angled back to look at him, her eyes hardening slightly in challenge.

He blanched. “I...mean...it was wonderful...” This was exactly why he’d rather be drawn and quartered.

“Yes?”

“And you were wonderful...and if I had to do it all over again...I’d...”

“You’d run away?”

“Yes.” His eyes widened in horror. “No! I mean, I’d run away with you and...be bonded without all those people around.”

“You mean our friends.”

“Yes...I...uh...no...They can stay...”

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to know that.”

His arms circled her waist and he pressed her close. “Reya...I’m...an idiot. There is nothing more I would like than to be bonded with you. We could do it every week if you like.”

“You don’t need to do that.” She brushed her fingers lightly along his forehead, caressing the lines that needed her touch to be smoothed. “Just once more for formality.”

Argus sighed and nodded. “All right.”

“To be honest, I don’t like all the ceremony either, but I have certain responsibilities. Duties. It is expected of me.”

Those were words he understood. He straightened his back and said, “You’re right, duties have to be fulfilled.”

“I knew you’d understand.”

His brown eyes were earnest, and still anxious. “Reya, what I said before...I loved the bonding ceremony with you but, I have to admit...I was nervous. I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I didn’t want to mess up.”

Her fingers traced his lips. “That’s why you’re perfect.”

“I...don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to. Just know that you are perfect to me.”

He gave her a wry smile. “Except when you kick me out of the cabin.”

“Well...” There was an answering grin on her face and she leaned forward to kiss him lightly.

Argus asked, “What was the other place you were thinking of?”

“The Tellar Union. Corinne’s people.”

“Hm.” He weighed both options, considering all security implications. “That would be the better choice.”

“I agree.”

“We’ll discuss it with Avon and then I’ll have Corinne contact her mother. The final decision will depend on the Auronar.”

**********

Sharp-Eyes didn’t want to disturb Avon’s important work but he put out a paw and touched his arm. * Avon-Alpha. *

There was a shower of sparks as a startled Avon touched the wrong circuit with the thin end of an energy probe. He grimaced. “It’s dangerous to disturb me when I have my hand inside an active unit.”

The wolf cocked his head. * Is that not dangerous? Why does one not turn the unit off before putting a hand inside? *

“A reasonable question.” Avon appreciated the young creature’s attempts to apply logic to situations. It was more than most humans did. “I need the circuits active in order to test their effectiveness.”

* I see. * Sharp-Eyes dipped his muzzle.

“What was your question?”

The wolf sneezed, puffing out an exhale of air. * We will be arriving at the planet tomorrow. *

“Yes.”

Sharp-Eyes peered into Avon’s face and wished the human could speak more with his mind. * I...would like to stay with you, if you would not mind. *

“You want to stay here on the ship?” Avon sighed. Another rationally-based relationship muddled by sentiment.

The wolf gently butt his head against Avon’s hand. * One would like to continue learning. In return, I will provide assistance until your eyes can see again. *

“Very well.”

**********

Sharp-Eyes lay with his muzzle resting on his front legs. Only his eyes moved as he watched and listened to the two Alphas. His ears flicked occasionally, listening to other sounds on the ship. There was the faint hum of the engines that he could feel with his toes as he padded through the corridors. It was a regular, comforting rhythm, just like the voices of the two confident men. He could hear the barest hiss of air through the grilled holes in the walls. It smelled strange, not alive like it was at home.

The young wolf sighed. He missed home and the harsh rush of wind through the leaves. There was always a sense of danger and excitement in that rough environment. Not that he liked to seek it out, but it did add interest.

The ship was fascinating with all of its advanced technology. He planned to learn enough from the Avon-Alpha so he could protect his pack.

Avon’s hands rested on the dragon-headed cane as he talked. “Kaarn is secure, for now.”

The deliberateness of the words made Argus sit up and lean forward, his danger sense on the alert. He knew Avon well enough by now to recognize the signs of trouble. “For now?”

“I’ve been thinking.”

That meant trouble. “Is there something wrong?”

“Convergence of target elements.”

Argus rubbed the back of his neck and wished for the umpteenth time that he had an Avon translator, or had taken Advanced Standard for tech heads. He was a soldier, not an academic. “What target elements?”

“Of course,” said Avon, sighing resignedly, and his voice mildly sarcastic. Argus understood things according to military implications. “It is not tactically sound to put so many valuable resources in the same place.”

Eyes widened as understanding finally dawned. Argus popped up in excitement, every fibre of his being ready to fight, and to protect. “You’re right. The clones, the wolven, the Auronar and the hybrids. It’s too dangerous putting them all in the same place. Why didn’t I think of that before?”

“None of us did.” Avon’s lips curled in a grimace, he hadn’t thought of it either until now. Better late than never was belatedly useful but for him it wasn’t an excuse. He hated not being able to see things that should have been obvious.

Sharp-Eyes gave a soft whine, making Avon tilt his head, wondering what the wolf was reacting to.

“Then we shouldn’t go to Kaarn,” said Argus, his steps decisive as he went over to the navigation station. “We should think of somewhere else to take the clones and the wolves.”

“Continue to Kaarn.”

Argus paused as he sat down. “What? I thought you said it would be dangerous to have them all in one place?” He felt as if Avon’s mind was leaving his mouth in the dust again and the information conveyed was lacking a whole dictionary of details.

Leaning on his cane, Avon stood up and walked towards him. He didn’t need the wolf to guide him on the flight deck. Every inch of this room was committed to memory. “It is if we leave them on Kaarn.”

“Then I don’t understand.”

“They are a target.” Avon’s fingers ran along the front edge of his tactical station.

“Avon...you’re not thinking of...” Argus stopped himself before accusing Avon of wanting to use them as bait. He would not do that to him. “You had something in mind?”

The pause and change in tone was not lost on Avon. He said flatly, “For now, the clones and the wolven will be safer on Kaarn.”

“You mean until we find a better place?”

“They also need the experience of the Auronar.”

Argus sighed heavily. “Avon, slow down. You mean experience with children?”

Wondering if all rebel leaders were afflicted with the inability to think or if he was particularly unlucky, Avon said with irritation, “What connects all of them?”

“Of course,” Argus slapped the edge of the panel, “They’re telepathic.”

“They are the only ones. That we know of.”

Argus nodded. “It makes them very valuable.”

“And hunted.”

“Avon, we have to make sure no one else gets their hands on them.”

 “That’s obvious. The clones are an unknown element. Unless their potential for aggression is contained, they will be a danger. They also have limited telepathic ability. The Auronar are the only ones who have the experience to handle them.”

Zen interrupted their conversation, “Information. Incoming text message under secured protocol.”

“What is the source, Zen?” asked Avon, angling his head towards the blinking visual interface.

“Security header corresponds to Avalon.”

Argus looked down at his monitor. “Direct it to my station, Zen. Unscramble the message.”

“Confirmed.”

He read it quickly and tried not to frown at its implications. “Looks like Avalon has brokered a possible alliance with the leader of the Gourimpest Empire. They will only continue negotiations with the leader of the alliance.” This meant him.

“Gourimpest?” said Avon with a startled look on his face.

“Is something wrong?”

“There’s...” His lips formed a snarl at the unpleasant thought, but it had been a long time. He doubted if anyone remembered; he hoped no one did. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure? If there’s something...”

“Do you want me to ask if you’re possessed again?”

Argus grinned. “You’re trying to change the subject, Avon.”

“You are possessed.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it...”

“You have the Wolf inside your head.”

Oh my god.” Argus’s jaw dropped. “I...am...”

**********

Argus undid the clasps on his shirt, his fingers automatically following a routine as he got ready for bed. He slid it off, barely feeling the material brushing against his skin and shoved it into the container for dirty clothes. “We’re arriving at Kaarn tomorrow. Cally has already informed her people.”

“Good.” Reya came up behind him, hugging his warm body and resting her head on his broad shoulders. “You’ve been preoccupied since you came in.” She could feel his muscles tense up, his sculptured chest hardening under her fingers.

“Avon’s worried about the safety of the people on Kaarn. The Federation and the Andromedans have a great deal of interest in finding them: the Auronar, the hybrids, and when we arrive, the clones and the wolven will be there too.”

She rubbed his chest, relishing the smooth feel of him and the power bunched up, ready to be released. “He has a point. I have been thinking about that too.”

“Oh?” He twisted in her arms and turned to face her. “Have you come up with something?”

“There are two possibilities. One is my planet. My people will protect whoever seeks asylum.”

In his mind’s eye, Argus pictured the lush planet that Reya’s brother had given to her as a pledging gift. “I’d forgotten about that.” He swallowed nervously. “Reya, did you...” Why did Reya’s older brother always make him feel like a junior lieutenant? “...tell Kameron we were bonded?”

“Of course.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I contacted him before the ceremony.”

“Oh.” He gulped. “Did he...say anything?”

“He wasn’t pleased we weren’t waiting until we got back to Athol.”

“He hasn’t...put a contract on me, has he? For stealing you away?”

Reya smiled at him fondly, her hand trailing down, running a teasing finger down his chest. “I’m sure he thought about it. But he loves me too much to have you killed by strangers.”

His eyes looked pained, “Reya...”

She chuckled, her voice no longer holding the tough, professional edge. “Relax. He’s fine about it.”

“Are...you sure?” He was too stressed to feel her practiced fingers unbuckling his belt.

“He will expect a full Athol royal bonding ceremony when we return.”

Argus was sure he didn’t want that. Getting bonded the first time was already stressful enough. He’d just managed not to make a fool of himself. Now he was going to have to do it again, probably in front of hundreds of millions of people. “I...don’t mind being killed by strangers.”

Reya pulled the belt loose and dropped it on the floor. “It won’t be that bad.”

“It was bad enough the last time.”

“It was?” She angled back to look at him, her eyes hardening slightly in challenge.

He blanched. “I...mean...it was wonderful...” This was exactly why he’d rather be drawn and quartered.

“Yes?”

“And you were wonderful...and if I had to do it all over again...I’d...”

“You’d run away?”

“Yes.” His eyes widened in horror. “No! I mean, I’d run away with you and...be bonded without all those people around.”

“You mean our friends.”

“Yes...I...uh...no...They can stay...”

“I’m sure they’ll be happy to know that.”

His arms circled her waist and he pressed her close. “Reya...I’m...an idiot. There is nothing more I would like than to be bonded with you. We could do it every week if you like.”

“You don’t need to do that.” She brushed her fingers lightly along his forehead, caressing the lines that needed her touch to be smoothed. “Just once more for formality.”

Argus sighed and nodded. “All right.”

“To be honest, I don’t like all the ceremony either, but I have certain responsibilities. Duties. It is expected of me.”

Those were words he understood. He straightened his back and said, “You’re right, duties have to be fulfilled.”

“I knew you’d understand.”

His brown eyes were earnest, and still anxious. “Reya, what I said before...I loved the bonding ceremony with you but, I have to admit...I was nervous. I didn’t want anything to go wrong. I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I didn’t want to mess up.”

Her fingers traced his lips. “That’s why you’re perfect.”

“I...don’t understand.”

“You don’t need to. Just know that you are perfect to me.”

He gave her a wry smile. “Except when you kick me out of the cabin.”

“Well...” There was an answering grin on her face and she leaned forward to kiss him lightly.

Argus asked, “What was the other place you were thinking of?”

“The Tellar Union. Corinne’s people.”

“Hm.” He weighed both options, considering all security implications. “That would be the better choice.”

“I agree.”

“We’ll discuss it with Avon and then I’ll have Corinne contact her mother. The final decision will depend on the Auronar.”

**********

Sharp-Eyes didn’t want to disturb Avon’s important work but he put out a paw and touched his arm. * Avon-Alpha. *

There was a shower of sparks as a startled Avon touched the wrong circuit with the thin end of an energy probe. He grimaced. “It’s dangerous to disturb me when I have my hand inside an active unit.”

The wolf cocked his head. * Is that not dangerous? Why does one not turn the unit off before putting a hand inside? *

“A reasonable question.” Avon appreciated the young creature’s attempts to apply logic to situations. It was more than most humans did. “I need the circuits active in order to test their effectiveness.”

* I see. * Sharp-Eyes dipped his muzzle. * One apologizes. *

“What was your question?”

The wolf sneezed, puffing out an exhale of air. * We will be arriving at the planet tomorrow. *

“Yes.”

Sharp-Eyes peered into Avon’s face and wished the human could speak more with his mind. * I...would like to stay with you, if you would not mind. *

“You want to stay here on the ship?” Avon sighed. Another rationally-based relationship muddled by sentiment.

The wolf gently butt his head against Avon’s hand. * One would like to continue learning. In return, I will provide assistance until your eyes can see again. *

“Very well.”

**********

Whack! “Ouch!" Sester's eyes snapped open to darkness and there was a stinging sensation on his upper thigh. What the... "Lights!" he shouted to the silent automated sentinels before remembering he was not in his residence back on Earth.

Why was it pitch dark? There was always some ambient light in his cabin, to prevent the feeling of being in a metal coffin. There was pressure...something around his head covering the eyes.

A tickle of suspicion made him reach up...only to be stopped by cold metal around his wrist. Both wrists.

Well, well, well...

Sester wasn’t a stranger to these kinds of games, but he hadn't expected Kirsten to progress this quickly.

The handcuffs had been a mildly titillating amusement between them. It was a little role-playing, jostling for control, all in fun. With the application of other 'incentives', she had surprised him again.

As a psychostrategist, Sester knew all of the ways human beings could be motivated and controlled. And as a conscientious and inquisitive man, he had done his own research. He had been on both ends of this kind of game. The dynamics of control and being controlled fascinated him and helped him understand certain types of human behaviour.

But how much did his playmate know of these types of interactions? He doubted they indulged in this kind of 'play' on Chandar. Certainly not for recreational purposes. 

"Kirsten."

“I was wondering when you’d wake up.” Kirsten's siren voice whispered into his ear and her sweet, slightly flowery scent filled his nostrils.

The sting on his thigh still radiated; a rush of apprehension and excitement readying his body for what came next. He hissed involuntarily as something long and thin rubbed along the inner side of his thigh, drawing its way towards his groin. "I am definitely up." His shorts were starting to feel tight. Yes, he appeared to be suffering in the nude, except for a minor nod to his dignity.

He said in a light, teasing voice. "As you can probably tell."

Whack! This time he grinned and waited a full second before he said, with suitable mock outrage, "Ow!"

In Sester’s mind, he pictured her holding a riding crop, wearing leather, touching him with the tip, teasing, controlling, hurting... He shook his head, trying to banish the image. It was dangerously desirable, and made him vulnerable if he gave into the illusion.

Kirsten's disgruntled voice was music to his triumphant ears, "You're enjoying this."

"Aren't you?" he asked with an impudent, disarming grin that provoked an immediate response. 

Whack! Sester grunted. The strike had been dangerously close and the pain was a current of hot energy racing through his body.

Inside he smiled; this was his game too, his to control. The thin rod touched his chest, caressing him with threatening strokes that sent shivers through his body, making every nerve tingle and gathering in a pool of sensation in his groin. He gave a soft sigh of pleasure, arching into the strokes. '''You know..." his voice was silk caressing the skin. "If you're trying to punish me, I don't think this is working."

Whack! This time across his chest. Another on his right shoulder. Along his arm. He groaned as pain and pleasure mingled and his shorts became unbearably tight.

His breaths were laboured sighs; every inch of his flesh was on fire. There was nothing except Kirsten’s voice sending shivers down his spine and the touch that made his body jump.

He never knew she was capable of this. It took someone gifted and experienced in this kind of play to produce this kind of reaction in him. He was not someone who was easily manipulated. It was disconcerting and electrifying.

The only one who could get past his guard and control him like this was the Guildmaster. Of course, it was never in games like this.

If only he could see her. He wriggled in his bonds, rubbing his head against the pillow to move the band around his eyes, but it was no use.

The rod touched him in warning, rubbing lightly along his hard interest. He could barely stop himself from arching upwards as his body slipped the control of his mind, until every breath was a hiss of agonized desire.

“Don’t do that again.” Her voice was like a knife scraping warningly on his unprotected body, just shy of penetration.

He gasped, "Kirsten..." The need inside him was raw...painful; a whirling chaos of emotions that had the power to destroy him or be a source of great fun. He could not allow it to control him, not again. "Why are you doing this? What do you want?"

"Don't you know?"

"Do you?"

"You're impossible."

He smiled a feigned casualness of the charming rogue he had always been. "Impossibly handsome?"

In many ways, all of life was a dominance game, whether known or unknown, willing or unwilling. He had never allowed anyone to touch the core of who he was; no matter what role he played, he always retained control. With Kirsten, it was different and that troubled him. Even with Reya, it was not the same.

"Impossibly devious."

He chuckled. "Then we're just right for each other."

Sensuous fingers gently played along his body, following the lines of pain. "Is that what we are?"

"Let me see you."

"And give you more of an advantage?"

"I'm the one in the handcuffs."

Lips pressed on his, it was all he needed. He raised his head, leaning into her, his mouth covering hers, devouring her.

Kirsten pressed on his chest, pushing him back. "Can't give you any advantage, can I?"

"Depends on the object of the game." He smirked.

"And what if I say that I want some truth?"

He felt the bed shift and sink as she sat beside him. Her warm hands surrounded his left wrist and there was a snap as the cuff flipped open.

"I think you like this far too much." The thin rod caressed along his arm, scoring the skin slightly.

Sester reached up to remove the band across his eyes. Whack! He hissed as the thin rod stung across his knuckles. Not hard enough to injure, but damn it hurt!

"Don't touch it," her voice was flat and uncompromising.

"Do I get a safe word?"

Kirsten knew his eyes would be twinkling with amusement if she let him take the bandana off. "Is any word safe with you?"

"Possibly not." Sester smiled wickedly at her. "A safe word is one I will use if the game goes beyond my limits."

"But would it ever with you?"

Sester drew in a breath as the slim rod traced a path along his throat.  Recalling his last visit to the Guild, Kirsten was more right than she could ever know. "I have a high threshold...for play."

"I bet you do. You also have a gift for changing the subject."

"More an art than a gift."

Whack! He yelped."Can you be a little more careful where you aim that?"

"Oh but I am."

He could hear the laughter in her tone, he smiled in return and the increasing bulge in his pants telling her the aim had been just right. “Tell me what you want.”

“I told you. I want truth.”

The demand was open-ended and dangerous. It made him define what the important truths were for him and in doing so, revealing himself. This was a tactic he often used; he was not going to make it easy for her. In this game of dominance, it was not the one tied up who was vulnerable. He wondered if she knew that. “There are all kinds of truth. Which one would you like?” His body tensed in anticipation.

Whack! "Ow!" He gave a long, modulated groan, just a tad on the theatrical side. "You know...if you want to gain control, you have to be less predictable."

"If I want to gain control?" The rod slowly tracing up his inner thigh, tickling warmth that reached further and further up, accompanied the warning.

"You're not going to hit me there, are you?" 

"Ask for it." Her voice was harsh, commanding.

Ahhh. A wide, knowing smile spread across Sester's face. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"You're the one who wants it."

"You want to be the one who gives it."

Kirsten's eyes narrowed. "What about your boast about never leaving a woman unsatisfied?"

"It's true."

"I'm not satisfied."

He stretched, arching back like a cat. "Then release me and I'll show you."

"I don't think so."

"You're making this very difficult." His voice was teasing.

"I thought you love challenges."

He turned his body towards her, his voice reaching out as he 'touched' a vulnerable spot. "I know what you want."

The thin rod touched him in warning, outlining his body. "Do you, are you sure you really know what I want?"

Sester bit back a groan and tried not to squirm as she lingered on the most sensitive parts, rubbing gently with the tip. He gasped, "I could guess"

"Really?" Her voice was soft, almost caressing as she pressed down a little harder.

Sester hissed in a breath as the rod poked almost painfully on the bulge in his shorts. Her teasing was driving him to the edge with frustration. "You're very good."

Whack! He cried out as she hit him just right. His feet were close to the edge and he was about to fall off.

Sester tried to take a mental step back, but her deft manipulation, the scent of her so near and yet unseen, was distracting. He felt himself beginning to be swept up in the moment. He mustn't, he couldn't tell her what he knew she really wanted to know. However that was getting harder and harder to remember as she continued to torment him.

If only he could see her face, her eyes. He would be able to judge things a little finer. Now he had to ignore the demands of his body and try to concentrate on the clues she gave in the tone of her voice.

This wasn't just about the game, the pleasure. She wanted truth. However the truth could well destroy them both. "Define the truth you want." So I can find a way around it, he smiled to himself.

“What did you do on Tingash?” Ah, of course she would want to know what he had done there.

It was as if she'd poured a bucket of ice over him. He was all too aware what the penalty would be if he told her the whole truth. So just how much could he tell her, without revealing his true mission there.

There was no reaction on his face but only because he was strictly controlled. “We rescued the wolves and the clones.”

Unfortunately, Kirsten wasn’t looking at his face. The pressure she was applying was deliberate, seeing the surge of energy in his body reflected in his primal responses. She increased the force and felt him respond. It must be very uncomfortable in his shorts by now. “I wanted to know what you did.”

Sester felt helpless and in control at the same time, it was a strange sensation. “I helped...”

Whack! Sester groaned and arched upwards, nearly losing his control at the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure that shot through him.

“You know what I want.” Her voice was ruthless and commanding and it sent shudders through his body. “You were separated from the others, but you appeared just at the right place with the clones. I don’t believe in coincidence, not where you’re involved.”

He took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. "The truth isn't something you want to hear."

"I'll be the judge of that."

A hand traced down his body, sending ripples of teasing warmth that reached through skin and bone and threatened to penetrate the core of who he was. "Kirsten...stop."

The hand lifted from his body and he groaned; it left a cold ache behind, an emptiness. He didn't want it to end, but he needed it to.

"I never thought I'd hear you say that."

"I need to see you."

There was a pause, a moment in time when he didn't know if she had left him forever. Warm hands touched his face and slipped the band up. Sester blinked as his eyes adjusted in the dimmed cabin lights and he sought her eyes. This woman had wormed her way inside him before he realized what happened. It wasn’t like with Reya where he was still in control. And to his wonderment and confusion, part of him didn’t want to be in control with Kirsten.

"There are many truths I cannot tell you, Kirsten." His voice was raw, honest, and painful. "If we are to continue, you need to understand that."

"Don't you mean I will have to accept that?"

"I keep the truth from you, but not because I want to lie."

She was still sitting by his bed, her warmth touching his side. "That's a very fine distinction," Kirsten said sarcastically.

Sester touched her arm with his free one, hoping to reach her even further. "I am not free to tell you because of my commitments to the Guild. It would endanger your life."

"The psychostrategists are behind what happened? What you did?"

Was he going to give her this snippet of truth? Would she end the games forever if he did not? The thought sent a shiver of icy fingers through his body.

The decision was the most dangerous one he had ever made. For himself and for her. “Yes, but I cannot tell you why. All I can say...is that it was not for a bad purpose. Do you believe me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Sester's voice was a whisper, "You are the only one who has."

There was a long pause as Kirsten stared down at him. "I must be crazy, but...yes, I do."

He smiled, a warm, roguish expression returning to his face.

Whack! Across his thigh. "Ow! What was that for? I told you the truth."

"Your definition of truth."

"Which you accepted."

She tapped the short crop on his leg - Sester could see it now. It looked very much like a riding crop. He wondered absently where she obtained such an item and if there were other interesting items he didn't know about.

Kirsten said, "Only because you didn't give me a choice."

"I'm sorry."

"I'll believe you...for now."

Sester flashed her a quick grin as he wondered how he was going to keep the Guildmaster from finding out about his increasingly complex relationship with Kirsten.


 

 


Avon Wolf
Comments 
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16th-Mar-2010 02:53 am (UTC)
Ooh, wow. I wasn't expecting that from Sester!
I wasn't either ;)

Kirstin really is the vulnerable one now, isn't she?
Oh yes. Though she doesn't realize it...
17th-Mar-2010 01:22 pm (UTC)
17th-Mar-2010 04:33 pm (UTC)
Hmmm...very interesting. One of Argus's ancestors? ;)
16th-Mar-2010 04:53 pm (UTC)
AWWW ADORABLE WOLF! *refrains from petting*

Yay finally Sester telling her some of the truth. Kirsten is in reality in the weaker position.

awww Argus you are wonderful. lol. Yay for going back to Tellar (maybe). Avon can get better then.
16th-Mar-2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
AWWW ADORABLE WOLF! *refrains from petting*
Very wise ;)

Kirsten is in reality in the weaker position.
Oh yes.

awww Argus you are wonderful. lol.
He doesn't think so ;)

Yay for going back to Tellar (maybe). Avon can get better then.
Yes (maybe)...

18th-Mar-2010 02:14 am (UTC)
Interesting development for Kirsten and Sester. He wasn't going to be able to hide his Guild connections forever.
Though I am curious where she learnt such "games" considering the role of women on Chandar.
18th-Mar-2010 03:22 am (UTC)
He wasn't going to be able to hide his Guild connections forever.
Nope...

Though I am curious where she learnt such "games" considering the role of women on Chandar.
The ship database? Though why Zen would have such information...



26th-Mar-2010 12:10 am (UTC)
This does read better.
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