Creations 2: Creation's Control (2 page)

Before he could question the man who’d saved him not so long ago, Drekk lifted him over his shoulder.

Shocked Drekk could carry his weight, Ryen struggled for freedom. He stilled when Drekk landed a hand on his ass, holding him steady. That hand warmed, and a tingling sensation spread through Ryen’s body from his ass to his groin.
What the fuck is that?

“There we go.” Drekk’s voice sounded very far away. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Waiting for what? For me to...” He wanted to argue, to force Drekk to hurt him, to make him feel something besides the dissatisfaction of his life, even if it meant pain. But the incredible arousal pooling within distracted him. Without meaning to, Ryen shifted his hips against Drekk’s shoulder, groaning at the fire spearing his cock.

Drekk tossed him onto a bed and smothered him with scent.

“What did you do to me?” Ryen rasped, blinking through slitted eyes at Drekk’s bent frame. Limp with a drowsy awareness, Ryen watched Drekk chain his ankles and wrists to bars on the head and footboard of the bed. “Tying me up like an animal? Like I’m back home,” he muttered.

“This is your home now, Ryen.” He thought Drekk might have sighed. “Get used to it.”

“What is this place? I’ve never been here before, have I?” Ryen blinked, trying to focus, but he could only make out shadows and darker forms against the five-walled room in which he lay.

“We’re back in Tekar. I should have done this as soon as we arrived. Stubborn
drun
.”

“I don’t understand.” Ryen licked his lips. A cup appeared at his mouth and he greedily drank down the sweet if overpowering liquid. Like lightning, another dose of fire shot through his groin. “
Fuck
. What did you give me?”

“Something you should thank me for. Something that will make you forget.” Ryen closed his eyes, impossibly sleepy yet physically aware. Something sharp edged close to his skin.
A knife. Drekk is slicing at me?
Dammit, I can barely move.
He’d definitely pushed Drekk too far. Strangely enough, the thought proved arousing, and the constricting trousers over his cock aggravated him.

He sighed with relief when the pressure eased, only to wonder why the hell Drekk thought it necessary to remove his clothing. “Drekk?”

“You need healing, my friend.”

“No shit.”

During his escape from Blue Rim, Ryen had killed dozens without guilt, but he hadn’t come out unscathed. The impact of a cannon grenade against his back should have ended his life. He’d nearly bled to death before Drekk had healed him. By mixing his blood with Ryen’s, Drekk had managed to close most of Ryen’s wounds. But after several weeks, Ryen’s internal injuries still hadn’t healed properly, and somehow Drekk knew it.

Nearby rustling made him curious. “Dammit, Drekk. Why can’t I open my eyes?” He sounded as sluggish as he felt.

“Because you don’t need to, not for this.” Drekk joined him on the bed. Ryen could feel the heat of the male’s body bleeding into his own. Far from repulsing him, that heat had him squirming to get closer. “Remember when I healed you?” Drekk asked.

“You bled on me.”

“The healing agent I possess is in my fluids.” Drekk paused. “I know you’re still hurting. I see it when you move, and you don’t smell the same.”

“How do I smell?” The thought amused him, though he couldn’t have said why.

“Like you need me.” Drekk’s quiet answer puzzled him.

“What?”

“I’m going to give you something to ease your pain.” Drekk seemed to be waiting, for what Ryen didn’t know.

Ryen caught a different scent. Something soothing, a tangy wildness that lingered just beneath calm, centred male.
Drekk.
Ryen breathed deep, wanting more.

“That’s it.”

A hand stroked his face, and Ryen turned into the unfamiliar comfort of touch. Fiery need raced through his body.

“I didn’t want to do it this way, but you’re so damned stubborn.” Drekk sighed. “The sad part of it is you won’t remember it later.” Drekk shifted on the bed and Ryen sensed the male over him. “I’m going to give you the release you’ve been craving.” Ryen’s body tightened with understanding, even if he still felt fuzzy about what Drekk meant. Did Drekk mean release as in—

He hissed as a mouth engulfed him completely. Heat, delicious wet heat surrounded his cock. The suction stole his very breath before it disappeared. Ryen growled in frustration, arching his hips for more.

“You need that, don’t you? But the only way to get what you want is to open that mouth wide. Take what I give you and swallow it down. Understand?” The silky command underlying Drekk’s question prodded the submissive tendencies buried deep in Ryen’s psyche.

To his astonishment, the menace in Drekk’s voice aroused him even more. Ryen nodded, too much in need and overpowered by whatever Drekk had given him to think straight. He felt Drekk manoeuvre over him. Operating on feeling, he opened his mouth wide.

Something brushed his lips and pushed through.

Drekk’s cock.

Ryen’s Handler would have been repulsed. Men and women copulated for pleasure, but men who used men were perverted, unclean. Such had been drilled into Ryen the one and only time he’d questioned same sex couplings. Despite his Handler’s teachings, the impulse to push a male away didn’t come. Whether Ryen’s acceptance was due to the mutual pleasure he expected or not, he didn’t know. A surprising need to take what was offered shook him. He pulled harder on the chains binding him tight and closed his mouth around Drekk, sucking as he did so.

Drekk groaned and released Ryen’s shaft. “Just so you know, my saliva would work as well to heal you, but in such small quantities it would take forever to restore you.” Ryen half heard what he said, his focus entirely on the foreign, but sweet flesh in his mouth. The more he tasted, the greater his thirst. He sucked, pulling on the shaft with lips and tongue. Drekk withdrew, then pushed back in, a light thrust that surged a fraction deeper. Ryen grunted and sucked him harder, and Drekk pushed in so hard he nearly gagged.

“Take it all,” Drekk said thickly. “Like this.” He took Ryen back in his mouth, cupping his balls with his hand. The pleasure extreme, Ryen mimicked everything Drekk did with his mouth. They surged inside one another, mouths and tongues sucking and licking.

Ryen didn’t understand why or how, but the fury normally balled up inside him began to dissipate even as his hunger to release grew. Drekk fucked his mouth while Ryen arched up into the ecstasy of Drekk’s warmth. Moans and grunts circulated between them, animalistic need building as finesse was lost under raw hunger.

Time seemed to stand still as they exchanged pleasure.

Ryen sucked especially hard. With a low groan Drekk spewed, his seed rushing down Ryen’s throat. Excited by the taste of Drekk’s passion, Ryen continued to swallow as he bucked under Drekk’s persuasive tongue. Those hard, callused hands cupping and massaging his balls teased at his thighs, his ass.

And then Drekk stunned him by sliding a finger towards Ryen’s anus. Drekk swirled his tongue along the base of Ryen’s cockhead, and with a particularly hard suck, shoved the tip of his finger between Ryen’s cheeks. The intrusion shocked Ryen past control. Forcing Drekk’s cock from his mouth, he caught his breath as ecstasy crashed over him. Drekk pushed his finger in deeper, triggering the desired effect.

Coming hard, Ryen exploded down Drekk’s throat. Shoving deeper when that small finger inched higher, Ryen strained against the chains holding him tight, trying to get as deep as he could into Drekk’s perfect mouth.

Moments later, when he could think again, calm settled over him. Ryen could only lay there, his eyes glued shut, his mind and body lethargic.

“Sleep now. You’ll be better by morning.” A soft touch caressed his forehead, the press of hard lips warm with passion. The need for rest overtook him, and within moments Ryen fell asleep, at peace for the first time in his short life.

Drekk frowned at Ryen’s slumbering form and left before he succumbed to temptation and joined him in bed. He grabbed a set of clothes, dressed and headed out the door, sealing the unconscious male inside.

For the past few weeks he’d watched and waited, wondering how long Ryen might take before asking for help. He should have known better. Erin, Ryen’s sister, had told him as much. But he’d thought he could outwait the stubborn male.

“Why the hell live in pain if you don’t have to?” Granted, Drekk doubted Ryen had considered a blow job as a means to heal. His dick twitched, feeling Ryen’s mouth all over again.
Good night
, but he hadn’t expected to feel any of
that
. The sexual frenzy Drekk had anticipated. He’d felt a furious attraction from the minute he’d laid eyes on Ryen. Though Ryen avoided any subject pertaining to his own needs, Drekk wasn’t unaware of the lingering stares Ryen gave him when he thought no one was watching. But the quagmire of feeling accompanying his physical reaction... Drekk didn’t know what to make of it.

He’d experienced much in the millennia of his existence, but never such chemistry with another.
Perhaps that explains it. Chemical attraction.
Drekk also couldn’t ignore the empathy he felt for Ryen. He’d seen Ryen tear men apart, had witnessed the male injured, nearly dead, which brought back memories of Drekk’s first time away from the labs, a memory he quickly suppressed.

Freedom always came at a price, Drekk reminded himself as he entered his rover and manually drove to his associate’s house. He needed distance, time to get his mind off of Ryen and back on his job. His friend and partner, Rafe of Mardu, was an undercover peacemaker who used the cover of Cheltam, a criminal with connections the System wide. As only one of a handful of people who knew what Drekk truly was, Rafe held a coveted tenet of trust. The rest of the System wouldn’t hesitate to kill a hated Creation—a being not born from under the gods’ watchful eyes, but by mans’ clumsy hands.

The current standing order among both civilians and peacemakers mandated certain annihilation of any and all Creations. The System council had justification for enacting such a decree. Years before Drekk’s time, scientists on planet Eyra created beings meant to serve the greater good. Instead, those same ‘Creations’ had turned into genius, raving psychotics that killed half the planet’s inhabitants and began a takeover of the System. The Eyran War of 2845 had ended badly for all involved, with the Creations and their Creators deemed the biggest losers.

The war and the law hadn’t stopped the scientists on Eyra from producing more Creations. Those handful who’d survived from Drekk’s generation blended into the populace, unlike Ryen and his family. He and his sisters had the eye and skin colour that could only belong to an artificial being. Not to mention Ryen’s sheer size and strength, which topped even that of most Raggas.

Memories of Ryen’s power stirred Drekk’s libido, and he worked to suppress the unwanted desire that continued to plague him whenever he thought about the troublesome male. His skin itched, his temples throbbed and his loins burned with an unnatural hunger; the plague of his ‘Created’ existence. Sometimes it hit harder than others. His fierce attraction to Ryen wasn’t helping matters, but Drekk resolved to push past it. He had more control than this.

Breathing deeply, he called on the meditation techniques that helped him sate the beast within. Though thoughts of Ryen still plagued him, he managed to accept his physical attraction and desire, forcing himself to be patient. Grumbling under his breath, he welcomed the rover’s sudden deceleration in speed.

The rover pulled in front of the Cheltam residence. Located in one of Tekar’s greater slums, the north-eastern sector of the small province catered to the criminal element.

Cheltam fit in right at home. The area around the street remained empty, though plenty of eyes watched his progress as Drekk made his way into Rafe’s secure mausoleum. After several twists and turns, Drekk found the study and entered unannounced.

Rafe, as usual, sat at his desk, his golden eyes narrowed as they stared at Drekk without welcome. Drekk glanced to Rafe’s right, aware his lack of greeting had more to do with Erin’s state of undress than any real hostility on Drekk’s behalf.

“Drekk?”

He smiled at the scantily clad woman. Erin wore a black skirt that barely covered her ass. Her shirt was unbuttoned to her navel. Golden skin glittered with arousal as she nervously stepped away from Rafe. Still, she glowed with happiness, and Drekk couldn’t fault Rafe for wanting to keep her all to himself. The woman had beauty and brains, and a fierce love for the man she’d claimed with her whole heart.

“Erin. You look wonderful.” He leaned down to kiss her cheek, aware the action would annoy Rafe to no end.

“You need something, Drekk?” Rafe growled.

“Just wanted to double-check the status of our next job.” Drekk sat in an antique Elaran arm chair.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Rafe muttered, then began an hour-long discussion on what their next project entailed—exposing a detailed scam involving crooked peacemakers and illegal mining from the Cortami caves in barbarian lands. “But the mining ring isn’t going anywhere. Like I told you before, we’re clear for a solid week.”

“Good. I can use the break.”
As can Ryen.
“So what’s the story on your brother?”

“Which one?” Rafe snorted. “Gar has a lead on Sernal, finally. The ass doesn’t want my help, so I’m not going to interfere. Yet.”

Drekk wondered at Rafe’s calm. Sernal, Rafe’s oldest brother, had been missing for several days. The second oldest, Gar, was after him. And Gar on his own, without someone to rein him in, was never a good idea. “You’re letting Gar take charge of Sernal’s rescue?”

“We still don’t know it’s a rescue,” Erin added, circling behind Rafe. She twined her arms around his neck and leaned close. “Gar only said he’d found Sernal and would soon bring him home.”

“Have I told you how glad I am that I don’t have brothers?” Drekk chuckled.

“Speaking of brothers...” Erin stared, waiting.

“He’s doing better.”
Since I forced him to ease up.
Drekk crossed his legs recalling such ‘ease’. Who knew Ryen had such a talented mouth?