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War of the Titans - Part 9 (*Slash*)
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~BRET'S POV~
I grin as I see the fear etched on his face as I grind against him, making sure that he feels just how
hard I am.
A slight whimper escapes his throat as he jerks his hips, causing me to smile as I realize that he is
just as hard as me. I'm more than pleasantly pleased to find that he wants me.
"Well?" I ask gruffly.
I watch as a grin spreads across his face, and I must admit that it's the most beautiful smile that
I've seen for some time. "I don't know about you, but I like it hard," he whispers in a deep
seductive voice. He catches me off guard as he grabs the back of my head, pulling me down,
crushing his lips to mine.
I dive into the kiss, letting my tongue slip into his mouth, tasting him.
We rip each others clothes off in unison. A primal urge forces us on as our hands ravish each
other, exploring each other, mapping each sensitive and ticklish area for future reference.
I'm suppose to be interrogating him, making him tell me all the details of his mission, but I have a
feeling that he has no mission. The males of Stratus were treated as slaves. Who wouldn't want to
escape that?
He gasps as I roughly flip him, forcing him onto his hands and knees before me.
"You have no mission, do you?" I ask, barely able to control my lust.
"No," he whimpers, "I ran away. Please don't send me back! Please!"
I kiss his shoulder as I plunge into his tight warmth, fully impaling him with my long, thick shaft,
claiming him as mine as our bodies slowly bump and grind against each other.
He whimpers at first, but I aim for his pleasure spot with each inward thrust, and soon he is
begging me for more.
I grip his hips forcing him to remain still as I pump into him, harder and faster. My need is so
great that I feel like I will die if I don't come soon.
"Bret!" He gasps as he comes hard, splattering the couch and his abdomen with his creamy
essence.
As his anal muscles clamp down on my cock, I can no longer fight it and I explode. My eyes roll
back in my head, and I feel faint as I fill his insides with my seed, one hot spurt after another.
We lay together, still joined for several minutes. Finally, I pull away, gritting my teeth as some of
the come has already dried.
"Will you interrogate me some more?" Lance asks hopefully, but yet seductively.
"You can count on it," I gasp, my breathing still not returned to normal. No one was going to be
touching Lance, but me.
~MARCUS' POV~
I smile as I look down at Adam's cycle stone. It has turned white now, signifying that Adam is
impregnated with my child. My child. God, that sounds good to my ears.
I sigh as I realize that I have been locked in this room with Adam for almost two days now, and
that I must go and check with my generals, who I am sure will not be to happy with my lack of
concern for my leadership obligations.
I rise and dress quickly, pausing to kiss my exhausted mate's forehead before I leave. He looks so
beautiful that I'm almost tempted to crawl back under the covers with him.
I practically force myself out the door, but not before I glanced one last time at my beloved.
~BRIAN ADAM'S POV~
We use the transporter to get to Marcus' room without being detected. Marcus really should
update that security system.
We slowly make our way towards the bed where sleeping beauty lies. Both of us are curious to see
what Marcus' new mate looks like. Hell, they'd been fucking like rabbits for the last two days.
All we can see is a long mop of blond hair. She is laying on her side and we can't see her face at this
angle.
I watch as Clark crawls on the bed, clutching a syringe behind his back. As he slowly rolls her
over, we both gasp in surprise as we look at Marcus' new mate.
"She's a he!" Clark gasps.
Just then the young male's eyes flutter open. "Who are you?" He asks in surprise, quickly
covering himself.
I smile as I smell the scent of Marcus filling the room, along with the mingled smell of sex clinging
to the young male.
I lean down and caress his face, smiling as he starts to tremble.
"I knew it," I whisper as I watch Clark inject him with the contents of the syringe.
"Marcus is gonna be pissed," Clark whispers.
I smile as I scoop up the unconscious blond. "He has to find us first."
~JERICHO'S POV~
I yawn and stretch. It has been a long two days. Benoit has kept me locked in the small confines of
his room while he comes and goes. He's made it quite clear that I'm here to serve his sexual needs
and nothing more. To tell you the truth, I really enjoy sex with him, but I can't stay here as his
little sex toy.
I stand and do my stretching exercises. As I lean down, I'm shocked to find that my ankle lock
has been removed.
A smile slides across my face. Benoit had actually bought my scared, frightened, I'll do anything
you want act.
I quickly pull on some of Benoit's clothes and after taking a deep breath, I slide outside. I look
around nervously, but no alarms has sounded, no one is ushering me back inside.
I smile as I breathe in. Freedom has never smelled so good. As I slowly make my way towards
the shuttle area, I realize something. This had been to easy.
Figuring that I needed to be careful in case this was a trap, I watch and wait until I locate a
shuttle that will be easy for me to stow away on. As I place a foot on it's ramp, a strong hand grips
my shoulder.
"Going somewhere, beautiful?" Benoit asks.
"No!" I lie, biting my bottom lip, knowing that he wouldn't believe me. I had to try. Right?
He frowns as he places my ankle cuff back on. "Looks like I was right about you," he growls as he
leads me back towards our room.
~ROCK'S POV~
My eyes slowly flutter open. My head is pounding so hard that it feels like it going to explode. My
vision is a little blurry, but I try to focus in on the figure laying next to me.
HUNTER!
Hunter is laying beside me face first in the damp soil. How long had we been out?
His face was covered with dried blood, dirt, and ashes, and I noticed in horror that a piece of
metal was lodged in his shoulder.
I tried to move, but my body didn't cooperate.
"Hunter!" I gasped.
A faint smile slid across my face as his eyes fluttered open.
"Rocky?" He whispered, "Are we dead?"
I would have laughed if my ribs didn't hurt so bad. "No baby, but it doesn't look good for us."
~KANE'S POV~
It's been two days now and as I look down at my small, frail lover, I feel a strong desire to bond
and protect him. He is my angel.
I know Marcus will destroy him if he gets anywhere near Adam. If I know one thing about
Marcus, he wants a child to carry on his name.
The easiest thing that I can do is erase Jason's memories of Adam. Then they would both be safe.
Jason stirs and looks up at me. He frowns at first, but then smiles at me. "Morning," he whispers.
"Morning, my love," I whisper softly, gently caressing his face, my fingers gently pressing against
his temples.
Jason gasps as he realizes what I'm doing. "NO! PLEASE! His memories are all I have left! Please
don't take them!" He whimpers.
His bottom lip pouts and quivers pitifully and I watch a single tear slide down his face.
I pull away. I don't have the heart to do that to him. Call me coward. Call me what you may, but I
love him and I will not hurt him. Maybe in time, he will love me with the same kind of love that he
has for Adam.
~NIDIA'S POV~
I've watched many ships come and go the last couple of days, but not any sign of him. I reach into
my pouch and frown as I realize all my food is gone. I close it, knowing that I can't leave.
I must wait for him. He will come.
As I debate over my own small crisis, I feel him. My head snaps up as I walk towards the window.
He's approaching. I watch as the small freighter docks.
He's here!
~TBC~
