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The swelling increased until even his balls ached, painfully.

Aubrey hissed and grabbed himself. The sensation from his own hand was so intense, it practically burned. His head emptied of all thoughts but one, the need for relief. Hastily, he spat on his hand and started stroking lightly but quickly. Tension Interstellar Service & Discipline: Lost Star

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built ferociously fast—and held and held and held… He was riding on the crest of explosion but couldn’t go over the edge.

Practically whimpering in frustration, he spat on both hands and tried again.

Nothing.

He tried stimulating his cock in every way his hands and fingers were capable of.

He couldn’t cum.

Trembling, and very close to tears from the raw agony of frustration, he slid to his knees and set his head against the wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The door opened, and Seht stepped in. “Aubrey.”

Aubrey looked up at him from the floor with his pants down around his knees and his swollen cock fully exposed and dripping.

Seht opened his pants, releasing his fully erect pair.

Aubrey’s gaze focused on Seht’s twin cocks, and his mouth actually watered.

Under his balls, something pulsed, hard. A fresh dribble of precum slid from the head of his cock.

Seht lifted one brow, but the feelings shimmering along their link were those of expectation.

Aubrey swallowed hard, then leaned forward onto his hands and turned around to face the wall on his hands and knees. He didn’t give a shit about how humiliating it was. He knew to his bones that Seht would give him the relief he needed.

Soft steps sounded behind him. Fabric rustled. Cool fingers brushed along Aubrey’s ass, then dug in, the nails scoring welts on his flesh that added to his urgency.

A hot, thick brand slid down the part between his cheeks and stopped, positioned against the tight ring of his anus.

“
Yes, yes…
” Aubrey ducked his head and pressed back onto Seht’s cock, while straining to push outward and open himself. The ache of stretching to encompass the broad head felt damned good. “
Gods, yes
!”

Seht reached out to fist Aubrey’s overlong hair and jerked his head back. He growled from his chest. “My pace, not yours, pet.”

Trembling with desperation, the smallest of whimpers escaped Aubrey’s throat.

“Please?” His throat burned. He winced. Talking
hurt
.

Seht slammed in, hard, fast, and perfectly on target.

The impact forced the air from Aubrey’s lungs, but the stretch of fullness and the feeling of delicious pressure against that screamingly exciting spot deep within had him gasping for air just so he could moan it right back out in voluptuous, carnal pleasure.

Seht groaned. The echo of pleasure burned across their link and rolled back and forth between them.

Aubrey shuddered, unbearably excited by the shared sensations. His interior muscles clenched greedily, and he writhed. “
More! Please, more
!”

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Seht hissed in a breath, pulled back, and thrust, just as hard, just as fast, and just as on target. Barely a heartbeat passed, and he pulled back and thrust again, then again, and again, his hips slapping against Aubrey’s ass in a fast staccato.

Aubrey panted while shoving back to meet him, but he couldn’t quite keep up.

Desperate hunger kept knocking him off rhythm.

Seht fell over his back and shoved Aubrey’s head down onto the floor, forcing his body to hold still and merely receive.

Within Aubrey’s belly, excruciating tension rose to a fever pitch, tightening his balls and swelling his cock to painful urgency, forcing harsh gasps and moans from his throat. On the verge of screaming, his entire body tensed and released in a cascade of violent shudders. A howl spilled from his throat even as his body pumped itself out on the floor. His knees gave out under him, and his body collapsed into his own spending.

Seht slid free of his body with a pained groan.

Panting, Aubrey turned to look up at him.

Seht stood to fasten his pants over his still-erect cocks. “That should hold you until I get you back to bed.”

Aubrey tried to rise from the floor, but his trembling arms wouldn’t lift him from the floor. “You didn’t…cum?”

“Relax, pet.” Seht turned away to grab a disposable towel from the dispenser. He wet it carefully and turned back to Aubrey. “You’ve done enough for one day.”

Smiling, he knelt to clean up Aubrey’s mess.

Seht wrestled Aubrey up from the floor and half carried, half dragged him back to the tiny round room. In what seemed to be the blink of an eye, Seht had them both undressed and under the covers. He fastened the cuff around Aubrey’s arm, then pushed him over onto his side so he could spoon against Aubrey’s back.

Aubrey sighed, more than ready to pass out.

Seht’s hand closed on his upper thigh, pulled to lift it, and slid his legs between Aubrey’s. The hot brand of Seht’s cock pressed against Aubrey’s anus.

He turned his head to get a glimpse of the pale boy behind him. “What…?”

Seht thrust. His primary cock slid into Aubrey’s body without a trace of resistance, even as his secondary cock slid under Aubrey’s balls. He wrapped his arms around Aubrey, snuggling tight against his back. “Go to sleep, pet.”

Aubrey frowned, shifting slightly against the fullness in his ass. “Sleep? But you…?”

“Do not worry.” Seht pressed a kiss to the base of Aubrey’s neck, then slowly pressed deeper into him until something hard and round passed the loosened ring of Aubrey’s anus. “I will find fulfillment. As we rest, your body will comfort mine, draining me slowly and extremely pleasurably.”

Aubrey found it very difficult to keep his eyes open. “Okay.”

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* * * * *

Seht scrambled upright, his cock sliding wetly from Aubrey’s body. “Stay here.”

He dragged on a pair of pants. “I will go see what is happening.” Barefoot and shirtless, he slapped the wall to open it and lunged out from their room.

Alone in the small bed, Aubrey gripped the sheets under him, trying to keep his heartbeat under control. He knew exactly what was happening. The ship was under attack. “
Moribund…
”

At the other end of the link, Seht’s thoughts blazed with confidence. “
Trust me, pet.

Trust me to protect you
.”

Trust wasn’t something that came easily to Aubrey, but he wanted to believe in Seht. He
wanted
to. “
Okay
.”

Twenty agonizing minutes later, the shuddering stopped.

Seht returned, radiating with triumph and smiling with his fangs bared. “The pest that stupidly followed us is no more.” He climbed into the bed, looked up, and tapped the ceiling right by the tube. Buttons appeared under his fingers. “No need for you to worry.”

Aubrey felt something tingle in his wrist under the intravenous cuff he still wore.

Syrhus appeared in the room’s small doorway. “Did you give him the sedative?”

Aubrey frowned.
Sedative?

Seht turned to frown at his uncle. “Are you sure he needs one that strong?”

Aubrey felt lethargy begin to steal into his limbs.

Behind Seht’s back, Syrhus lifted what appeared to be an extremely modern vapor syringe gun. “Yes.” Viper fast, he reached in and grabbed Seht under the chin, tilting his head back.

Seht gasped and grabbed for Syrhus’s wrist.

Syrhus applied the vapor syringe to the side of Seht’s neck. There was a hiss marking its release. “I’m giving you the same dose.” He pulled back, releasing the young prince.

Seht whirled around, but it was very plain to see that Seht’s reflexes were already dragging. “Uncle?” He blinked, and his knees trembled. He slid down the wall.

“What—”

Syrhus took a deep breath and looked over at Aubrey. “I’m sorry, Seht, but you can’t have him. He must be returned to his rightful owners.”

Seht’s eyes widened, and his hands gripped the mattress under him. “Not to Moribund!”

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Aubrey felt his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. “No…” He would
not
go back to killing ships. He would
not!

Syrhus shook his head. “No, not Moribund.”

Aubrey felt the oddest wave of chill slide down his spine. If not Moribund, then who…?

Seht growled, low and vicious. “I’m his rightful owner! I caught him. I saved him!

His life is mine!”

Syrhus shook his head. “He has a transmitter implanted in the back of his neck.

Imperial Intelligence is already on their way to collect him.”

“
A transmitter
?” Aubrey stared wide-eyed at Syrhus. Did he mean his penal chip?

Seht glared at Aubrey. “
You knew you were wearing a transmitter
?”

Aubrey frowned at Seht. “
Moribund told me that he’d removed it…
”

Seht shot a scowl at Aubrey. “
Apparently, he lied
.”

Aubrey frowned. “
Then how come the Agency didn’t come after me before this
?”

Seht rolled his eyes. “
A ship can easily block or scramble an outgoing signal
.” He turned his scowl back on his uncle. “When did you find out about this?”

“Just before the attack.”

Seht shook his head. “A transmitter isn’t that difficult to remove.”

Syrhus shook his head. “It’s explosive.”

Seht stilled utterly, his eyes wide. “Explosive?”

Syrhus nodded. “I’ve also been informed that he possesses a semiactive sleeper program in his interneural computational.”

Aubrey frowned. “But I don’t feel anything unusual.”

Syrhus snorted. “Of course not. It is a sleeper program.” He crossed his arms and casually leaned against the side of the oval doorway. “Diagnostics says that it is several years old and very deeply embedded.”

What the hell could the Agency possibly have running in his head? He tried to think, but it was getting increasingly hard to hold his thoughts together. He was just too damned tired. His eyes drifted closed. He jerked them back open. This was no time to fall asleep! But he really, really wanted to.

Seht scowled at his uncle. “There has to be something we can do.”

Syrhus shook his head. “He must be returned.”

Seht’s eyes widened and panic began to shimmer under his thoughts. “No…”

“Yes.” Syrhus’s brows lowered, and his gaze narrowed on Seht. “Until the Imperial Intelligence removes the transmitter and the program, your stray is too much of a danger to keep.”

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“He’s mine.” Seht’s eyes drifted closed, then opened. He took a deep breath and spoke as firmly, but his body was already relaxing into a sprawl. “Properly registered.

My pet. My…Aubrey.”

Syrhus nodded. “Fear not. In thirty days your stray will be safe enough to collect.”

He leaned in and reached past Seht to lift Aubrey’s head.

Aubrey took a slow breath and spoke carefully. “Collect?”

Syrhus’s brows rose. “You’re still awake?” He smiled, showing his long teeth. “We have an entire division, one might say, devoted to the recovery of lost…pets.”

Aubrey felt a strange buzz at the back of his neck, and a slight tug around his throat. Suddenly there was an…absence in his mind. Seht was gone. He couldn’t feel him among his thoughts. A cold wash of panic washed through him. “Seht?”

Seht stared back at him with wide, unfocused eyes. “Aubrey?”

Syrhus leaned back, holding the silver collar. He shoved it into his belt, then caught Seht under his arms and lifted him from the small alcove.

His blue eyes wide and moist, Seht moaned and struggled weakly, reaching back into the alcove. “Aubrey!”

Aubrey fought to raise his arm and reach for Seht, but it was just too damned hard. A whimper escaped his throat.

Syrhus smiled. “Don’t worry. The two of you won’t be separated for long.” With the moaning Seht cradled against his chest, the long white mane falling over his arm, Syrhus turned to stare directly into Aubrey’s eyes. “A rehkyt cannot hide among humans for very long. Not even one that is only half-turned. His eyes, his teeth, his very blood will give him away.” He strode away, taking Seht with him.

Pain swelled in Aubrey’s heart, and his eyes burned. He was being turned over to the Agency. His indenture was complete, so he’d be sent home. He’d be able to see his dad again. He should be thrilled, but all he could feel was the absence in his mind and his heart where Seht had been. He stared down the empty hallway until his eyes became impossibly hard to keep open.

* * * * *

Someone patted his shoulder and spoke in a soft, deep voice. “Relax, you’re going to be all right, son. You’re on the Agency sweeper,
Machiavellian
. You’re safe now.”

Aubrey looked up and saw beeping and flashing equipment everywhere. He was in some kind of hospital bay.

A man with a chiseled face smiled down at him. He wore a plain black uniform, and his pitch-black hair was pulled back into a severe braid. He was quite obviously an 92

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Imperial Intelligence agent. “You’re healing very quickly. We’ve already downloaded the information and lifted the block on your memories. A few good meals and some thorough rest will have you back to…eh…” His smile faded, then reappeared. “You’ll be up and around very soon.”

Aubrey tried to concentrate on what he’d been told, but he was so tired.

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Aubrey snapped awake in a very small room on a very small bunk. He sat up slowly, the blankets rolling down his chest. On the fold-down bunk across from him was a battered black duffel bag that he recognized. It was his dad’s.