3 comments/ 41900 views/ 3 favorites Beggers and Choosers By: Saracen Kochei, born Kochyeva Ilyavich Moskva let the sens rush over his skin. Yeah, he was a battle servant, a very good one, five assassinations to his name, and countless kills over that. In this place, though, he let the gold reflectors in his eyes shine and smiled down at the little human grinding against his crotch. "You want?" He grabbed her jaw in his inhumanly strong hand. "Yeah," fear sweat, lust and cheap perfume would have any other servant cringing back in horror. Kochei smiled. He ran his thumb over her cheek and scented the terror rise from her as she realized this one wasn't kidding. "Here," he slipped one razor sharp nail over her cheek and tasted the sweet tang of blood on the air. The hamir behind the bar yelped and vanished. He didn't care. The heavy livemarble rocked beneath the woman's weight as he pinned her against the bar. Fear overwhelmed everything but the blood, sharp and intoxicating. "Not here." That pissant so called battle master Mian tapped his shoulder. Kochei just looked at him, not even bothering to sneer, although he knew the fool could see his teeth anyways, as sharp and hard as the diamond they'd been made from. "I'll do what I please." Kochei growled, letting the harmonics in his voice ring. Mian shrank back. "Go back to your coppers." The least of the battle servants, and the only thing a near scrapped battle master could control. "If you can remember where you left em." For any normal battle master never forgot, nor forgave. Mian was a fool. The scent of a frightened master was even more seductive than the woman he still held. Kochei opened his mouth further, letting it wash over him and rousing him even more. Mian inhaled, flushed, then turned for the door. In the crush of people, he didn't make it far. Kochei dropped the woman and grabbed Mian. Fragile, nearly human skin teased at his fingertips. Trembling all over, Mian didn't struggle. Kochei was disappointed. "You going to piss your pants like your pets?" He spoke in Mian's ear, not that he needed to, even with the crashing distortion of the sens in the room. He knew Mian understood, even if he was stupid. "They're not pets." Mian's voice cracked. Kochei laughed. The little fool's voice hadn't even settled yet. "What're you doing here?" Kochei put his arms around Mian, as if they were dancing. In the press, it didn't matter the only thing Kochei was doing was ramming his hard dick up against Mian's ass. "Anatoly sent me to find you." Kochei threw Mian to the floor. "Fuck you!" "You almost did." Mian came back up at him with almost the speed of a crippled slug. It was impressive, in a perverse sort of way. "I fuck who I want." He grabbed Mian's arm and dragged him outside. "What does he want?" Kochei knew it couldn't be that battle master Anatoly had any problems with Kochei's fun. "I'm just his messenger boy, since no battle servant would go into that pit." "Its fun." Kochei smiled, still vibrating to the touch and sound of the sens. "Should try it some time." "I don't think so." Mian flicked his thumb against his teeth. "I can take you right here." Kochei slammed Mian against the wall. "I'm underage." "Then how'd you get in there." Kochei tipped his chin toward the recessed door. "Because I said I was after you." Mian snorted, his pale lashes fluttering like a girl's, or a human's. "You're twenty-two." Kochei looked Mian up and down. "Can you even get it up?" "You creature." The word Mian used really meant created. "I am." Kochei didn't know why he did nothing more to the little battle master. It wasn't like Mian could do anything to Kochei. He was anyone's meat at the labs. Often enough literally. "You think that's an insult?" Mian trembled all over. His big blue eyes were nearly black with terror. Kochei smiled and ran one fingernail up the crotch of his pants. "Old enough for some things, I see." He slipped his finger along the length of Mian's rock hard shaft. "Oh, you feel good." Kochei crooned, as only a servant could do, as high and sweet as any little girl. "I know what Ilya was like, you little prick, and you don't even come close." His eyes seemed to slip closed of their own accord as Kochei fondled him. A low chuckle rumbled in Kochei's throat. "I don't want to." Mian's eyes snapped open and he met Kochei's gaze, as boldly as any whore, which he sure resembled at the moment. "No, you wouldn't." Kochei felt the first stirring of respect for this little master. It took balls to stare down a battle servant with his hand on your dick. "What does he want?" Although Kochei was having fun too. He slipped the skin down Mian's shaft and brushed the head of his cock. "Stop that." Mian growled. Kochei laughed, amused as he hadn't been in decades, not since Ilya's preserved corpse had been shown to everyone in Russia as a zombie. Oh, Kochei knew quite well the price they'd all paid to be rid of the little baby fucker. "Why?" He smiled, then licked Mian's lips open. The little prick sure didn't resist the instant their tongues met. As a matter of fact he moaned and slicked Kochei's hand even more. "Stop it." Mian squirmed. Kochei chuckled. "You don't like an audience?" He glanced over at the humans who'd come out to watch the sex show. Not like they couldn't have stayed in the bar. By this time half the whores'd be well on their way to rich. "I'm underage." Mian reminded him. "So?" Kochei smiled, showing his teeth again. The humans whispered amongst themselves and shrank back. "Its all illegal or mandatory." "Your disobedience to Anatoly's ..." "Damn you," Kochei snarled and relented. Mian's head cracked against the wall, but not hard enough to really hurt him. Oh, yeah, it'd have killed a human. But battle masters were harder to kill. "Too late." Mian picked himself up off the ground, jammed his dick back in his pants and tried to pull them back together. Kochei couldn't help but wince at the rough handling. "Like you fucking care." Kochei's ears buried themselves in his hair. He knew too well what it was like to be fucked against his will. Ilya'd done it to him, at six. Mian tried to get his pulse to stop racing, or at least slow to something reasonable. He knew he was young. Why hadn't he believed Kochyeva was insane? Well, not insane, yes insane. He shook his head, trying to think straight. Kochei took off back for the University. "Are you going to walk the whole way?" It was three in the morning. "Why not?" Kochyeva flicked an ear back at him. "Because you ruined my pants." Mian tried to hold them up with one hand and keep up with Kochyeva at the same time. It wasn't working well. "Then take them off." Kochyeva snorted, sounding like a cat who'd gotten some dust up their nose. The gold battle servant glanced back at him. "As you reminded me, we don't fall under the law here." "Its cold out, Kochyeva." "Call me Kochei." For the briefest instant, his ears came forward and Mian saw him glance down. "Not bad, either." "Shut the fuck up." Mian snarled, sick of this servant's attitude. "Make me." "You sound like a child ... or a battle servant." Kochyeva's massive jaw clenched and his eyes blazed. If Mian'd been any less pissed off, he'd have never said any such thing. "Some of us like children." Kochyeva purred. "Yeah, like old mad Ilya." "How the fuck do you know?" Again the slam back into the wall. Good thing all later battle masters had reinforced bones. Mian didn't know how Anatoly survived. He'd been the first true battle master, not a modified human, like Ilya. "I'm not stupid." He looked Kochyeva up and down. Admittedly, he was damn good looking, even for a battle servant. Black hair, amber gold eyes, even under their metallic reflectors, and perfectly clear, pale skin, like all servants. No, he was not hard on the eyes. But then Mian was used to hominid beauty. Ilya'd never made an ugly servant, nor had any of his numerous successors. "And you're implying I am." Kochyeva gave him the sort of smile a doting babushka would give her charge. "I know it." Mian held the servant's gaze. "What fucking game are you playing at?" "Like you're any different?" "Yeah, I take what I want. You have a problem with that?" "Only when it affects discipline." "I have no hand, I have no coppers, or even silvers." Kochyeva's amber eyes flashed gold again. "I work alone, battle master." He turned the title into another insult. "When you work, Kochyeva Ilyavich." "Shut the fuck up." This time Kochyeva's growl raised all the hair on Mian's arms. "I don't ever want to hear that name again." "You want the name of a child, Kochei?" "Anything but Ilya's." Kochei's eyes burned into his with a hatred deeper than any Mian had ever seen, except in the mirror. "Then we're agreed." Mian rasped out of a throat gone dry with shock, and not a little bit of attraction. There were few things he found sexier than an aroused battle servant. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Kochei dropped him and headed back to the University. "Ilya's last poison is in Anatoly's blood." It was true. "What?" Kochei howled, the sound echoing off the buildings. "He has to die, Kochei." "I don't kill battle masters." "You killed Lewis Smith." Mian stared his own death in the face, in the form of Kochei's fury. Kochei Ilyavich Moskva, the only battle servant to have ever killed a master, and his servants. "I should kill you." Kochei's voice was as alien as a creature from beyond the stars in his rage. "He can't lead anymore." "Why not?" "Because all he can do is fuck, like you, it seems." "You don't even know how." "Show me." Mian hadn't meant to say that. He blinked. "I don't fuck little boys." "Then why did you split my pants open and fondle me in front of all those people." "They were humans." "So you were doing it to show them all how perverted we are." "How is it perverted for me to jack you off?" "Because none of us can control ourselves with Anatoly playing the whore all the time." "He's no whore." "No, then why did he fuck a horse in front of the school?" "What?" Kochei stopped dead in his tracks. A knife as sharp as the winter wind had appeared in his hand. "You lie." "I do not." Mian tipped his chin up, inviting the knife slash. The fight went out of Kochei at last. He slumped, beaten. Tears pricked Mian's eyes. He hadn't meant to humble the proud servant, just get him to see what was going on. The knife disappeared. A stray breeze off the Moskva river played with Kochei's fine hair, tumbling it into further disarray. Mian reached up and smoothed it back behind Kochei's trembling ears. Kochei'd know there'd been something wrong with master Anatoly. None of the early ones were perfect. Most were mad. Some were cruel. Many were simply idiots. He took a deep breath. Mian's blue eyes held no pity, only patience. He'd have slapped the bitch otherwise. "I want proof." He knew the battle master, no matter how young, would hear the tremor in his voice. Mian pulled out a flippy. Kochei accepted it, careful not to touch him and lit the front. There, in perfect sensefilm reproduction was his master, and the horse. He crushed it before he could think, plastic and glass shattering to bits. A sliver dug in, cutting to the bone, but he didn't care. He flicked it out and the wound healed almost instantly. It gave him a moment to think. "I believe you." Kochei tried to summon the anger he knew he should feel. It didn't come. "I won't do it." "What's he going to do next?" "I don't care." "He's the most visible symbol of the whole master and servant program." "Do you think anyone cared about Ilya fucking four year olds in his little game room?" "They were ..." Mian glanced down at his hands. "Yeah." "They were servants, not human." "He never did it in public." Mian's face was white and pinched. "That doesn't make it right." Kochei's skin tightened at the memory. "What difference does that make?" Mian's nostrils flared. "One hell of a lot." Kochei closed his eyes against his own memory. Like so many others, he too was flawed. "Servants don't remember." Mian shot back, hitting Kochei right in the balls. "This one does." Kochei felt his nails dig into his own flesh, drawing blood to trickled down between his fingers. Mian's mouth opened in an 'o' of surprise. Kochei nodded to him. "Fuck, I didn't know." "Anatoly knows." Kochei said. "He remembers too." Mian was stunned, to say the least. For an moment, he felt the far too familiar ache of pity. Kochei snarled at him, killing it instantly. A crooked smile came to his lips. "Thanks." "For?" Kochei snorted. "You don't want my pity." "I don't want anything from you." Kochei's amber eyes blazed, the light from the overheads gleaming gold on his light amplifying reflectors. Mian slipped back into one of the sheltered doorways, unused now from the paint that had been sealing it. Kochei followed him, his inherent curiosity at work. His smile grew. "Oh?" He asked as Kochei's boots ground into the sand of the floor. "Yeah." Kochei's voice trembled. Mian flicked open a light. I cast Kochei's face into distorted shadows, costing him even the image of humanity. Mian let his pants fall to his ankles. Kochei's hiss of in drawn breath could have been heard half a block away. "Tell me that again." "You're just a kid." But he closed the distance between them. "I'm old enough." Mian's gut trembled, just the tiniest bit. "No," Kochei turned from him. Muscles tensed and quivered beneath his skin like a stung toron. "I thought you liked it on top." "Shut the fuck up." Kochei was panting and even Mian could smell his scent turn rank. "No," Mian echoed Kochei's earlier comment, with the perfect mockery only a battle master could make of one of their own servants. "I haven't bonded to you." "Not yet," Mian purred. "You're a disgusting little fuck, you know that?" Kochei turned back to him, a his eyes crimson with reflected light. He really did look like a demon, and a very attractive one at that. "Then why are you hard for me?" Mian stroked the front of Kochei's pants. Kochei's glorious eyes closed for a moment. when they reopened they were black with desire but for the gold flames of his reflectors. "You are." "I know it." Kochei's nostril's flared, his mouth opened, and he tasted the air. The gesture, unique to battle servants nearly brought Mian to his knees with lust. Kochei's eyes rolled up in his head, as he lost his battle with Mian's will. "Stop it." He growled at last, nearly unintelligible. Mian raised an eyebrow at him. He wouldn't have thought any battle servant could have escaped his hold, much less at this late stage in the game. It was said human males were controllable through their dicks. Battle servants were supposed to be even more so, but Kochei'd thrown off Mian's hold as if it were paper. "Oh, not so easily." Kochei's voice rang across octaves and vibrated deep in Mian's bones. "I have a century and more on you, Mian." "So?" Mian snorted. "So do my coppers." "They aren't golds." "I can run right around Ekaterina." "She's a bitch in heat after Anatoly." Kochei flicked back a lock of hair with one ear. "Better a bitch than a mare." Kochei snarled, the sound raising the hair on the back of Mian's neck again. "How could he do that to us?" "Out of control?" Mian stroked Kochei again. Kochei rubbed against him, but that was it, an automatic reaction. "Unlike you." "Unlike us." Kochei inhaled deeply, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. All the lust, all the anger, everything was gone. "What are you?" Mian's fear grew. No battle servant should be able to regain control so easily from a battle master, even one as young as himself. "I am Kochei." He smiled, his sharp teeth showing plainly. "And I will not do it." "What?" Mian screamed, just as soon as he realized he hadn't misheard. "Anatoly does no harm in his pleasures." "How can you say that?" Mian felt his skin tighten over his bones again and sweat beaded on his brow. "We're animals ourselves." Kochei's low, rumbling chuckle only made the burn of anger in Mian's chest grow. "I bet the police never even bothered to show up." "How do you know?" Mian covered his mouth. He hadn't meant to let that slip. "I know." Kochei loomed over him again. "Just as I know you like taking it up the ass, little Mian." Mian felt his eyes widen. "Never done it?" His smile broadened. A slow, lazy lick of his lips wetted them. "Its none of your fucking business." Mian tried to growl, and it came out as a squeak. "I'm not the problem here." "You are." Kochei grabbed Mian's jaw. "Ekaterina will take care of it. Its not your business." "Its all our business." Mian's heart pounded in his throat and temples. "No, its not the business of little baby masters who have no idea what the fuck they're talking about." Kochei's hand tightened down, bringing with it total darkness. "This piece of shit tried to get me to kill you." Kochei dumped the unconscious master at Anatoly's feet. Mian stirred, but that was it. "Why are you bothering me with this?" Anatoly raised a hand. "And clean up the language if you would." "What difference does it make?" Kochei rolled his eyes, but complied anyway. Master Anatoly, when he'd been merely Ilya's latest toy, had rescued Kochei from the street where he'd run after having been repeatedly, brutally raped by Ilya. Anatoly had prayed Kochei would forget with his adolescence. Instead his memory sharpened to that as perfect as any battle master's. "I know you have more brains than the whores you fuck down by the river, Kochei." Anatoly grinned at him, even as he idly fondled one of Ekatrina's breasts. It was a bit startling, but Kochei was used to it. "So, why did you even bring him here?" "He's a master." Kochei shrugged. "He's flawed." Anatoly closed his eyes for a moment and the entire complex rang with Anatoly's pain. Kochei and nearly a hundred other servants, all bonded to the great master, drank up the emotional energy as if it were the sweetest honey. It was what they lived on, he and his kind, just as a human child lived on the love and devotion of its parents. "We all are." Kochei was the first to regain his wits. Deep lines had appeared next to Anatoly's mouth and eyes, as if he were aging, like a human. "Are you well?" "Mian wasn't the first to note my, degeneration, shall we call it." He pulled Ekaterina further into his lap. Kochei arched his neck, reacting against his will to his master's love play with his platinum. He'd shared Anatoly's bed, any time his master asked for it, or would allow him. "So you're doing something about it?" Kochei blinked, a bit stunned at this admission. "I am." Ekaterina's voice rang with finality. Kochei bowed his head, offering his neck in submission. "No, you did not know. We have taken notice. You are dismissed." "At your orders, Lieutenant." Kochei backed toward the door. "And take that with you." Anatoly waved his hand at Mian, still passed out on the floor. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with him?" "Language, Kochei," Anatoly sighed, then inhaled deeply as Ekaterina stroked him. Some of the worst of the stresses left his face, but Kochei could tell he was not doing well. "Fuck him, for all I care, I just don't want to see him for at least a week." Kochei grabbed Mian and tossed him over his shoulder. I was hard to salute with a hundred kilo battle master over one's shoulder, but that's what servant strength was for. Before he left, he came up with the perfect plan. Anatoly's chuckle followed him all the way back to his suite. Mian struggled to clear the fog from his head. It didn't work very well. What'd happened to him? Beggers and Choosers "I debated blindfolding you." Kochei's lazy smile was pure predator. "But I decided I'd rather see your eyes." "What are you going to do with me?" Mian's heart pounded in his throat, again. "Whatever I like." Kochei's smile broadened. "I like that idea." "You would, you fucking hypocrite." "Excuse me?" Kochei snorted. "You sound like an American ... very confused." His voice was a silken purr, stroking all of Mian's emotions to a fever pitch in a attempt to feed him. "I don't think you should sound like an American. They're our enemies. I wouldn't want to fuck an enemy spy." "You fuck me and its rape." "No," Kochei's voice dropped even lower. "I would never rape anyone." "You almost raped that woman in the bar." Kochei laughed, his head thrown back and his chest heaving. "Oh, you mean Masha?" He said at last, wiping tears from his eyes. "She's a counterintelligence agent, on our side." "You fucking bastard!" Mian screamed, feeling everything he'd ever known or thought he'd known slip out from under him. "No, I'm gonna be fucking you." Kochei brushed the side of Mian's face. Mian tried to bite him and found he couldn't move that way at all. "Oh, its a new toy. Just on the market." He tapped a net of fine wires spanning his temples. "We can't use things like that." Mian gaped at the enormity of Kochei's crime. "Afraid you're gonna be the one out of ten if they decide to decimate the project?" Kochei couldn't know the risk he was taking, but he stated the punishment. "Who's going to tell?" "Whoever you bought that thing from." Direct computer interfaces were absolutely forbidden to the created, on pain of decimation. Of all their immediate kin, one out of ten would be put to death, and the offender made to watch. Most did not live long afterwards, as immediate kin in the case of the created, was all those of the same type with direct knowledge of each other. "I didn't buy it." Kochei shrugged, as if it weren't a matter of life and death. But to him, maybe death didn't mean anything. Other battle servants weren't afraid of death. They thought they were immortal, even in the face of caseless and stonefire. Mian knew he was all too mortal though. He remembered things, as did Kochei. Mian's thoughts ground to a crashing halt. "Then just kill me now and be done with it." Mian panted. "I could gag you." Kochei snapped his fingers. Ghostly feelers of the sensefield opened Mian's mouth and before he could say anything, he felt something blunt and cylindrical fill his mouth. He gagged violently when he realized it was shaped like a penis. "You've never sucked a man's cock?" "You're not a man." "Shut the fuck up!" Kochei slapped him. Mian could taste blood in his mouth from where he'd cut himself. Kochei leaned down and licked the wound closed, inside his mouth. Mian gagged again, then bit him. Kochei hummed, deep in his throat, and Mian's resolve trembled, just the tiniest bit. "You fucking bastard." "Yes to both." Kochei shrugged as he leaned back. "You taste good." "Fuck you!" Mian spit in Kochei's face. "Naughty, naughty," Kochei smiled. "And I plan on fucking you." "Never," Mian snarled. "You sound like a bad sensdrama actress." Kochei's smile broadened. "Its cute. I like it. And you're going to." Those amber eyes blazed again. "You can force my body, but you can't make me like it." Mian knew he sounded like a whining child and flushed. "Oh, I can't?" Kochei cocked on ear forward. "I'm not going to do one single thing to you until you beg me too." "I'll never beg." "Never's a long, long time." Kochei's fangs showed this time. "How would you know?" Mian struggled against his bonds. It was as if his limbs were encased in soft, but utterly immobile gel of some kind. "I suppose I've seen a lot more of it that you have, for one." Kochei wondered at himself, being drawn into debate with this little master. He was just a puppy, hardly weaned. Although he did have to admit, watching Mian's futile struggles was a lot of fun. Kochei leaned against the wall and just watched for a bit. After nearly half an hour, Mian settled back down, panting and sweating. "You look very uncomfortable." Kochei observed. This time he dodged the spittle. "Ok, you don't." He shrugged and went into the bathroom. "Get back here you bastard son of a bitch!" "One or the other." Kochei waved the damp cloth he'd gotten from the bathroom through the air. It was a bit warm today. "Give me that." Mian demanded. "I don't think you're in any position to give orders, battle master Mian." Kochei rubbed the rough cloth over his own jaw and throat. It did feel wonderful, if no where near as good as another servant's tongue. "I am a battle master." "Not mine." Kochei shrugged, waving the cloth cool again. He wasn't telling the truth. At least for this little exercise he'd bonded Mian enough to be able to feed off him, and it was certainly tasty. He licked his lips and scented the air again. Oh, it would not take long at all to bring Mian to heel. "Where are my servants?" Mian flailed against his bonds again, finally falling back against the bedding, dripping with sweat. "Anatoly has greater need of them." Not that five coppers and a silver could even start to make up for Kochei's distraction. In the back of his mind, he could feel Anatoly's struggles to deal with his own overcharged emotions, without the draining effects of his extreme promiscuity. "I need them!" Mian went back to his struggles. "Shut your face." Kochei slapped him again. "You're just a little cunt and you don't know shit." "He told you not to talk to me like that." "So you were awake." Kochei felt his heart skip a beat as Anatoly's overcharged emotions ripped through the bond he still held with his true master. This time he sweated, fear sweat, for Anatoly had never done anything wrong. "What is it?" "Nothing for you, you little twat." Kochei took out his anger and fear on Mian. The young battle master shrank back, four long gouges on his face dripping blood into his blond hair. Now how in hell did one apologize to someone they were trying to dominate? Kochei's wince must have been visible. "You hurt me!" "Anatoly's lived through more pain than you can dream of." "What's he got to do with this?" "He's trying to kill himself in order to please little pricks like you." Kochei snarled. "Damn you to Mad Ilya's hell." He yanked Mian to his feet. "No, I, Kochyeva ..." Kochei slapped him again, this time over the cuts. They reopened, spilling blood all down Mian's bare chest and onto the soft wool carpet. "Lick it up." Kochei forced him to the floor. "I'll only make it worse." The armor fell from Mian's eyes for just a moment. Kochei felt the floor drop out from under his feet. Oh fuck. He was turning into another Ilya. Mian looked so young, with his oversized hands and feet and still awkward juvenile grace. "Please, don't make me." He begged, from his knees, looking up at Kochei. "No," Kochei's hand trembled as he wiped the sweat from Mian's forehead with the cloth. Mian's eyes closed, and his whole attitude softened as he leaned into the caress. Then Mian looked up at him through long, blond lashes. There was no guile to him, he didn't know shit. He was just a kid. "Take care of yourself." Kochei ripped the sensefield controller from his temples and threw it onto the console. "Like this? Right now?" Mian's cheeks flushed pink and he glanced down. "No, don't just jack off you little shit." Kochei had to laugh. "I mean the cuts on your face." "I know a better way to heal them." He turned the cut side of his face to Kochei. "Do you really think I want you?" "Weren't you just threatening to make me fuck you?" "No, I was threatening to make you beg me to fuck you." Kochei felt a grin escape. Mian inhaled. It was an impressive maneuver, despite his youth. Kochei did wonder who was designing the looks on the new revs of masters and servants. The initials on Mian's maker's mark meant nothing. Kochei brushed the tattoo on the back of Mian's neck with his fingertips. Mian flushed again, turning his glance away. "I have it too." Kochei turned and showed Mian his own mark. Oh hell, hopefully the little twat wouldn't take it as a sign of submission. The only battle master Kochei would ever submit to was Anatoly. "Yours is incomplete." "Yeah, because some little fuck of an American servant nearly blew my neck off." "You almost died." Mian's eyes were wide, as if death were some stranger. "I did, three times." Kochei shrugged. "Only reason I'm here today was because Anatoly held the carotid closed with his mouth long enough for the secondaries to patch." "What about nerve damage?" "I don't have the trick neck joint." Kochei admitted, shrugging. It wasn't like any others of his rev were still alive. "You're immortal?!" "All battle servants like to think so." What was it about this little master that was getting him to talk so much? He should shut Mian up by stuffing his mouth full of cock, but he found himself talking instead. "Battle masters are." Mian smirked. "Fuck you too." Kochei growled. "You don't know shit." "Then teach me." "I can't fucking stand you." "Why?" "Because Anatoly needs me and I'm playing around with a little puppy of a master who can't even be housetrained yet." "What if Anatoly dies?" "He won't." Kochei pushed the nightmare image from his mind. "We're gonna make sure of it." "How?" Mian's whole posture had changed. What had changed him so much? Damn, brains are turning to mush. Wasn't like Kochei wasn't nearing his century mark. Lots of crud there. "You think I'm gonna protect you from what's fucking up Anatoly?" "You said you were pissed at me because I was taking you away from him when he needed you." "You're already hearing us?" Kochei's ears snapped forward. "I shouldn't be?" Mian hunched his shoulders. He really was pretty cute, come to think of it. "Not yet." Kochei blinked. "Not for another few years, at least." "I could, I, when I was eighteen, I ..." "You got tripped by some copper." "Yeah," the stupid grin was unmistakable. "Why'd you decide to try messing with an old bastard like me?" Kochei sat on the edge of the bed. The fight had gone out of him, like it always did. For all his extraordinary memory, he still had the attention span of a battle servant. Besides, fights weren't any fun when the other fucker had their hands tied. "I thought you were sexy." Mian grinned, his eyes lighting with all the brilliance of a battle master, for the first time since they'd met, really. "You decided to approach the most badass gold in Moskva because you thought he was sexy." Kochei had to give him points for balls, specially since the kid had to know he hadn't a chance in hell of controlling an old gold like himself. "What about Ilyana or Natalya?" Mian's dimples appeared, giving away his amusement. "Pah, couple of slits who can't find a knife less its stuck up their cunts." "You have the foulest mouth, Kochei." "I know it." He grinned, ears mussing his hair in amusement. "Feels so good not to hide em." He ran one hand along the curve of his ear. "Why do you?" "Fuckin humans don't know bout 'em. Don't want 'em to know they're vulnerable." "The are?" Mian's eyes widened. "You don't know shit, Mian." He pulled the little battle master up onto his lap. "There, now be very careful." Kochei placed one of Mian's hands on his right ear. As he did it, he felt his skin grow tight. He'd have rather put his dick in a meat grinder and hoped no one flipped a switch. Mian, however, had obvious other plans. He stroked Kochei's ear with all the delicacy he could have wished. "It feels like ..." "Yeah, feels like a growing dick." Kochei tried to growl away his own response. "You don't really like men, do you?" "Makes no difference to me." Kochei shrugged. "Does to me." Mian licked his lips. The gesture caught Kochei's undivided attention. Mian giggled, the sound startling from someone so obviously male. "What the fuck's gotten into you?" Kochei stared at him. "Not you," Mian's blue eyes gleamed with good humor. "You're gonna get fucked if you keep playing with my ear like that." It was supposed to sound like a threat. "Really?" Mian fluttered his lashes. "Yer no slit. Quit acting like one." "Oh, shut the fuck up, Kochei." He leaned forward. Kochei couldn't duck without risking his ear. Mian's soft, nearly human tongue slipped over the curve of his other ear. Kochei groaned, his hormones set on fire by this little pissant of a master. "Why'd ye have to go and do that." Kochei's nails made little popping sounds as he punctured the heavy canvas of his mattress. Featherbeds were so fucking convenient sometimes. "You don't like?" He breathed on Kochei's ear. Despite himself, he found his neck arching and giving to the caress. He usually liked it hard and fast. The harder the better. "Quit being such a slit about it." This didn't come out the way he meant it. Mian chuckled, low and deep in his throat. No, this was no cunt. Little tiny nips along his ear did nothing to keep his mind off his growing dick. He thought about trying to shove it back down, then those teeth slid all the way along the edge. Kochei moaned, despite himself. "I never knew." Mian breathed, still caressing both of Kochei's ears. "Yer coppers never let you touch 'em?" This didn't sound fair. They might be dumb as the metal they were named after, but they were usually more than willing. "Never asked." Mian's blush was so warm, Kochei could feel it against his cheek. "You never asked?" Kochei managed to extricate himself from the too intimate embrace at last. "Why the fuck not?" "Same reason you were gonna make me beg." This time his grin was lopsided. Kochei licked at Mian's lips, trying to straighten it out, of course. Mian hummed, a sound Kochei knew well. "I was gonna make you beg because, well, because I don't like uppity masters." "Specially kids?" Mian glanced away, his free hand still stroking Kochei's hair. "Yeah, specially kids who think they're big enough in the britches to deal with me." That sure sounded great. Yeah, right, the humble Kochei. Never happen. "You like balls." Mian grinned, his hand returning to the base of Kochei's ear. "Now stop that." Kochei tried to twitch it away, but instead it came to rest against Mian's fingertips. "It likes me." Mian traced the delicate curve. This time Kochei couldn't keep back the thrumming growl of interest. "As do parts of you." "Yeah, dumb dick with a mind of its own." Kochei couldn't quite manage a decent growl. One of the things he loved about being male was the company. "So you don't really want me to keep doing this." Again he cheated, but this time with his nails. They were so gentle, but at the same time the inherent threat sent a shiver up Kochei's spine. Together the effect was as potent as mixing vodka with cocaine. He loved it. "I should stop." "Don't you dare." This time it was a real growl. Mian chuckled; that low, throaty sound Kochei loved. He moaned in response, unable to stop himself. Oh, damn he loved a human or master's teeth on his skin. His whole body vibrated with the delicate touch, so unlike that of another servant, no matter how careful. "So I'm not doing so bad?" "Not with me like this." He snorted, glancing down. "You know what to do with a hard dick?" "Yeah, I think." Mian glanced at him through his lashes again, just like a slit. It was annoying and cute at the same time. Kochei leaned over and ran the backs of his nails over Mian's jaw. It was still smooth, but for the very faintest hint of whiskers beneath the skin. Good, he didn't like hairless servants anymore than he like hairless humans. That would have been too much like a kid. "I forgot something." Oh how he loved those words. Before Mian could distract him again, Kochei put his mouth to the cuts he'd made on Mian's face. Mian's breath hissed in his throat. He'd never felt anything like this before. "Oh, yes, oh." "I'm not fucking you yet." Kochei's rough tongue rasped over the newly reopened wounds on his cheek. It hurt, but it also felt better than anything else in the world. "No servant's bitten you?" "Don't let 'em." He put his hand to the back of Kochei's head. "What's the fun in that?" Kochei chuckled and went back to what he'd been doing. Mian lost all control and clutched at him. This time Kochei's chuckle vibrated through Mian's whole body. Of all the battle servants Mian had ever seen, Kochei was not only the oldest, he was also the largest, at nearly two meters tall and probably at least a hundred and fifty kilos, so pulling on him was like pulling on a wall. "Oh, I like this." He licked at the roughened skin of Mian's jaw. "You're going to get me to beg." Mian didn't know if this was a threat or a promise. Kochei chuckled again and continued grooming Mian's face. He didn't know what else to call it. It was like being licked by a giant cat, a cat with the mind of a man, and it felt incredible. "You're a virgin." This wasn't a question. "No," Mian didn't lie, exactly. "You've never been fucked." "Yeah," this he couldn't get out of. "Oh, I have so many things to show you." Something had changed with Kochei. Mian reached inside himself for a moment, hoping the gold wouldn't slap him again for his boldness. "There are things you already know." Kochei pulled Mian onto his lap. The sensations coming through the reinforced bond were as intoxicating as vodka, and just as strong. Mian lost himself in the brilliance of Kochei's strength. "Don't go too far." "Why not?" Mian nuzzled at Kochei's neck. "Cause I don't want to have to bitch slap you to get you back." He tugged at Mian's hair. "I'm not gonna get lost." Mian ran his teeth down the side of Kochei's neck. Nothing tasted like a healthy battle servant, although he'd never tasted one like this though. Darker and sweeter than any young servant, Kochei was as rich as any Tzar's table. His tongue played over the tight muscles, as hard as stone beneath the sleek skin. "Might get me lost though." Kochei's breath was coming faster too. Amazed he could get a reaction, Mian tried biting, just a bit. "Oh yeah, you do that, you good bitch. You bite me and show me what you want." "Show me. I don't know." Mian admitted. "Yeah, I keep you." Kochei tipped Mian on his back. "You just lie there and make pretty noises for me." His voice was so low, Mian could hardly hear it, but he felt it just fine. "I like 'em honest, much as any youngster is ever honest." "Know I can't lie for shit, so why try." He snorted. Kochei didn't answer, just ran his face against Mian's, like a cat, then down his throat, his chest, he abs, his ... "Oh yes." Kochei chuckled again. "I'm not so good at this, as I've rarely practiced in oh, three, four decades." He flicked that amazing tongue over the head of Mian's rock hard dick. Mian moaned. Careful not to brush Kochei's ears, he searched for some purchase. "You grab my ears I'm gonna bite it off." The thread was so straightforward Mian chuckled. "You have a good laugh, just don't go giggling again." So of course he did. Kochei licked Mian from the base of his cock to the head. Mian nearly screamed. He'd never felt anything so good, or so close to pain in his life. "I think you like." This time Kochei flicked that tongue over the head, just light enough he could feel it. Kochei chuckled. "I'd forgotten how much fun this could be." He leaned on Mian's hips. Mian wasn't going anywhere, not that he wanted to. Kochei's agile tongue slipped over his shaft. The heat of Kochei's mouth, so much hotter than any human only added to the frantic burning ache building in him. Mian tried to move his hips, to get the teasing to stop. Kochei leaned harder, and chuckled again. The rich vibrations of the sound only made him want more. Beggers and Choosers In revenge, he stroked Kochei's ear, teasing at it. The nearly delicate curve was such an incredible contrast to the strength of the rest of his body, so plain in the heavy jaw, solid column of his neck and massive shoulders. Kochei hummed, with all the harmonics a battle servant could conjure. Mian groaned. His own jaw clenched, fighting back the urge to give in to his own desires. Then Kochei swallowed him to the root. He screamed. It was too much, and yet not enough. Kochei's long, agile tongue snaked out and teased at his balls, even as his throat milked the head of Mian's cock. "You said you were out of practice." Mian was proud of getting that out. Kochei only chuckled softly again and worked that wonderful, rough tongue over Mian. Mian stroked the hinge of Kochei's wide open jaw. He could feel the muscles strain so near the surface as they stretched to allow Kochei's jaw to open so far. Like a snake swallowing its prey, Kochei's throat held him with all the tenacity of that other, reptilian predator. But there the difference ended. Kochei's throat was hot and alive, milking at him, trying to swallow him whole with a hunger Mian fought to deny. With each stroke, with each lick, with each swallow it became harder. Mian's vision grayed as he fought the inevitable. He felt his own muscles lock as the orgasm started in his toes and reach upward. Kochei's lips tightened down, holding it back and dragging another scream from Mian's own strained throat. "Damn you!" Mian cursed as he pounded on the bed. Now he ached, as well as burned with the need for release. Kochei only gave him one of those wicked chuckles, making all of Mian's nerves twitch from head to toe. "I'm not gonna quit with once." The only answer he got was another swallow and swipe with that wicked tongue. Kochei seemed to know every trick in the book. Soon he was soaking wet from his navel to his ass. Another tremor went through him as he realized what was coming next. Kochei glanced up at him. Good trick with his face buried against Mian's crotch. There was an even more wicked twinkle in Kochei's eyes as he just looked, throat grasping Mian's cock with mindless fascination. It was like the most incredibly tight, controlled cunt, but even hotter. With strength fuel by passion, Mian fought Kochei's hold. It still didn't work. Kochei's eyes slowly closed, and he slipped up and down on Mian's cock in what seemed to be mindless fascination. Again and again he clamped down when Mian gasped and threatened to come. Before long, all he knew was the desperate need to do something. His fingers found Kochei's ears and traced them. He dug his hands into Kochei's neck, his shoulders, anything. His whole body was on fire, fueled by the heat of Kochei's mouth on his cock, his tongue on his balls, and his hands on Mian's body. Being pinned only made it worse. Unable to move more than his hands, he knew the utter release of being able to fight with everything he had. "I think you like." Kochei said at last, looking up at Mian through heavily lidded eyes. Mian fought for breath, unable to respond in any way other than nodding. He screamed as Kochei traced one finger up Mian's cock. It felt too good, and the cool air only exacerbated the heat of Kochei's mouth and hands. "I want to do something else for a bit." He slid up. Mian's eyes widened. "Not yet." Kochei purred, coming to rest on Mian's body. Their hard cocks slid against each other. "Oh, yes, I think you like the touch." Kochei's hips slide up and down, stroking Mian to an even more frantic pitch. Every time Kochei moved down, the head of Mian's cock was exposed and he howled as the too sensitive skin brushed the Kochei's hair. Every time he moved up, he felt himself open, trying to grasp something he'd never known. "Oh yes," Kochei purred, still predator, still hungry. "I know what I want." He reached into a drawer under the bed. "Since I can't use my fingers." He pulled out a dildo. But this was no toy. At the tip, it was as slender as a single finger, at the base, larger than any man Mian'd ever heard of. This was as much a tool as any of Kochei's knives, or his own body. "Yes, my little master, I'm gonna fuck you till you scream again, and all the world's gonna hear it." He glanced at the window. Mian gasped, realizing it was open and he could hear the sounds of voices from outside. "Yes, everyone's gonna know Mian Anatovich is getting fucked, hard and fast up the ass, and that I'm doing it." "You can't make me scream your name." "Wanna bet?" Kochei licked Mian's lips. The very tip of his tongue was thin, and oh so very agile. It slipped between Mian's lips without at breath of protest, as a man would slip into a woman. But Mian was no woman. It was going to take more than a few minutes with any dildo to make him open up. "I know." Kochei's eyes were pure beaten gold, hot and smoky with lust. "You like it." Mian tried shoving him away. He'd had enough of this teasing. He could get that with any copper. "I do." Kochei tipped his head back and swallowed all thirty cents of that huge dildo in one gulp. Mian drew in a deep breath. His cock remembered being swallowed like that, and it wasn't protesting. It slid against Kochei's with the mindless fascination of any reptilian serpent entranced by a charmer's flute. With every stroke, he lost himself to the fascination. "Yeah, I bet you like watching, too." "I like watching you." Came out of Mian's mouth. "You're gonna see one hell of a lot more." He reached down and teased at Mian's ass with the very tip of that dildo. "Come on sweetie, I know you want it." "You can't do this to me." Mian fought Kochei's weight on him. "Watch me." Kochei growled, giving a little push. A sharp, tight pain filled his gut. Then it was gone. Kochei stroked him, his eyes following Mian's. "Yeah, I know it hurts at first. Come on sweetie, open up for me." Something, deep within Mian protested being treated so roughly. Another something gave to it, his body warming to the touch in him and on him. Then a burning, itching need started deep in his body. It was so different than the pressure in his balls, but more, at the same time. His hips began to rock, reaching for something more, some end to the faint, tingling yearning. "There ye go." Kochei purred, his deep voice sending more vibrations through them. His other hand stroked Mian, teasing at him with its silky smooth skin beneath fighting callouses. Mian rocked on the bit of warmed liveplastic. No one he'd ever known had been able to afford a mere dildo out of the stuff, which took on all the characteristics of living flesh, as it was programmed to do, but in any shape desired. As it filled Mian's ass, he could feel it heating to Kochei's body temperature, almost burning, feeling so very good. "Yeah, you like it up your ass, just like you love my mouth on your cock, you little man fuck toy." "You have the fucking foulest mouth." "And you love it, you fucking slit with a cock." Kochei purred, brushing his jaw over Mian. The slight roughness teasing Mian more. He remembered far too well Kochei's tongue on his dick, on his balls, even on his thighs. "Yeah, you want my cock up your ass, you want my tongue in your face, you want my weight pinning you to the sheets. You want it all, little fucker and you're gonna get it." "More," Mian rocked his hips, trying to grasp that next little bit of cock, that next bit of pleasure. He knew it was close, and he wanted it with a burning ache deep in the pit of his belly. "Yeah, you're gonna get it, but not just yet." Kochei rocked them both, in a steady rhythm, the same as that in the bar, slow, heavy, teasing, waiting for just the right moment, just a little too slow, too driven. "Yeah, move with me, give it too me." Kochei's voice was a murmuring drone, vibrating his body and teasing him further. "You know you want it. Beg me." "Never," Mian snarled, breaking out of his trance. "Yeah, you little fuck." Kochei purred, pressing against Mian's ass with the fake cock. Mian groaned as it slipped in further, bigger this time, teasing, reaching for that burning itch, but not quite making it. "You're gonna beg. You're gonna put your legs on my shoulders and you're gonna open that pretty little ass to me and beg me to fuck you." Kochei slipped that dildo in Mian's ass with each twitch of his hips, sliding it over those sensitive nerves as a card shark played a mark. "You want me, you know it, and all the world's gonna know it when I fuck your pretty little ass." Kochei growled, deep in his throat, working the dildo so gently Mian didn't know what to think. "Don't think, feel, give it to me, Mian, little master, little pet, fucking gorgeous little boy." Then he bent down and licked Mian's cock again, teasing at him, breathing on it, just lightly lipping it. "You have such a gorgeous little man cock." Kochei took it in his mouth again, but this time just that far, his rough tongue slipping the skin up and down the shaft, teasing at him. Each time he brushed the head, Mian whimpered, then Kochei slipped that fake cock just a little deeper in Mian's ass. This time it hit that burning, itching, frantic spot deep in Mian's body. He bucked against Kochei's hold. It did no fucking good at all. Kochei just clamped down his lips again, holding Mian back from any kind of release. He screamed, rough and raw, pain warring with pleasure at being denied yet again. Kochei glanced up at Mian's flushed face. Hell, his whole flushed body. He'd never had anyone appreciate his efforts like this. A tiny smile played on his lips as he fucked Mian's ass with the fake cock. The little man wasn't yet ready for the real thing, so he held him back, stroking those wonderful nerves with the liveplastic. He'd had sensors put in the base, so he knew exactly what was going on in Mian's body. Through it, he could feel the so delicate ring of hard muscle give to his intrusion, opening up like the shyest flower, giving to the fleshlike warm plastic and then suckling at it mindlessly. Yeah, it was good. He gave yet a nudge at that vulnerable opening, teasing at it, begging for just a little more give, a little more relaxation. Mian struggled frantically under his arm, probably wanting a real fuck by now, but not enough. He wanted Mian senseless, begging for more, mindless of anything but Kochei's cock, his hands, his mouth. Mian was close, babbling on about wanting more, but it wasn't real yet. It wasn't life or death, it wasn't the pounding ache of hours of foreplay without release. Oh yeah, Kochei knew all about teasing and not being allowed to come. And when it was good, it was so very good. So he teased, slipping the dildo, better than any fingers in and out of Mian's well slicked ass. Oh, the wonders of modern technology. Kochei's favorite toy worked even better on another than he'd thought it would. Mian's screaming was getting on his nerves. He leaned over and licked Mian's mouth open again. Their tongues played, hard and fast, just like Mian wanted. Kochei too for that much matter. Mian's mouth was hard, even as his lips softened and gave to him. Oh yeah, men were fun. Kochei bore down, opening his mouth to Mian's tentative licks. "Yeah, open up to me, you pretty little fuck." Kochei licked Mian's lips, teasing them open further, and with it, Mian's delicate little ass. He hummed, deep in his throat, wallowing in the empathic firestorm sheathing both of them. And this was only the beginning. Mian gave to him, opening in both ways, begging for more with his body and groaning deep in his throat when he got it. Kochei looked, drinking in the passion on Mian's face, the half lidded eyes, attention turned inward, the reddened lips from their frantic kisses, the whisker roughened jaw, so broad and inviting to stroke. Kochei rubbed his own cheek against Mian's, hot with lust and so very lickable. It was harder than any woman's and the tight planes yanked hard at Kochei's own dick. Oh, he wanted to fuck Mian in the worst way, but he wanted Mian to beg. The fake cock was already deep in his ass, teasing at every single nerve deep in Mian's body. Through it, Kochei could feel his ass give and grab at the same time, smooth and slick deep within, tighter than any cunt holding him in. The narrow flange at the very end held it in. Kochei left it there, still in contact through the mindlink he'd gotten from Anatoly last year. He wasn't quite ready to replace it. Although there was one last thing. He set it to throb, just like a real cock ready to spend, but going on forever. Mian's eyes snapped open, mindless with the sensations rushing through his body. "There's still more." Kochei growled, riding Mian, rubbing their cocks together, hard, wet and slick, just like Mian's whole body. Mian's chest ground against his own, hair slicked to his body with sweat. The heavy musk of sweat drove him on, making him nearly come with its yank on his nerves, but he knew better. Mian's mouth fell open, and Kochei played with it, timing his licks to Mian's, teasing his hard mouth, rasping his own tongue against Mian's, drawing him out. Mian howled, trying to drive himself against Kochei's gut in mindless desperation. Why not? Kochei mused. He rose up and settled himself down on Mian's cock. Oh, fuck it had been too long. Riding him, he slid up and down, milking Mian's dick, oh so very slowly. It was as hard as stone. Mian bucked, trying to speed him up. Kochei grabbed him with his ass, holding him back as he'd done with his mouth. Mian screamed, grabbing at Kochei's hips and trying to move him. "I don't think so." Kochei smiled, showing his fangs. It wasn't quite what he was after, but it was fun. Again and again, he stroked Mian's cock, riding him and playing with him. It felt so good, to hold him. Mian writhed beneath him, and he could feel Mian's ass grab the toy he'd shoved up it. Life didn't get any better than this. Kochei settled down against Mian's crotch, grinding his ass against the rough hair. His thighs worked to move him, to keep him from slipping, but it was nothing. He stroked his own cock, slipping it from its sheath and easing the lubricant all down the shaft. His own balls throbbed, wanting any kind of release. Kochei grabbed himself, holding back as well, even as his whole body trembled inside. He moved in time with his hand, sliding up and down, opening his ass and then closing it like another hand on Mian's cock. With each stroke, Mian jerked. His whole chest was flushed beneath the fine coat of hair. Kochei played with it, the overheated skin smooth beneath his fingertips, the rock hard nipples like tiny cocks begging for attention. "I can do this all fucking day, Mian." Kochei'd found a comfortable rhythm, luxuriating in the feel of being filled, and not with shit. His ass ached, but it was a sweet ache, one of wanting it harder, as it stretched over Mian's hard cock. Each stroke pulled, just that little bit to feel good, then he sank back down, purring at the pressure building. "We are fucking." Mian's fingers dug into Kochei's hips. It didn't do any fucking good. Not really. But it was fun. Kochei shoved Mian back down when he got too rowdy. "Oh, this is just getting you ready." Kochei settled down again, just steadily rocking on Mian's cock. It twitched. The dildo deep in his ass had gone still, as he kept grabbing it with each stroke. "I'm gonna let you sit here for a bit." He just let his ass grab Mian's cock. Yeah, it hurt a little, tightening up like that, but it felt good too. Kochei felt his own pulse begin to speed up. This would never do. He held himself still, breathing with it, relaxing into the pressure. Mian moaned, gripping the dildo in his ass with mindless ferocity. Kochei reached back and stroked it. Mian howled, his voice a harsh rasp with his cries, deep and desperate now. His cock throbbed, again on the verge of spending. Kochei grabbed it, hard, clenching down on the hard iron. Mian thrashed, his hips shoving up against Kochei's ass. Kochei rode his dick, feeling the heat build in him. He stroked his own cock, the slickness of his precum wetting his hands until they slid over his dick as well as any cocksucking whore's mouth. Now there was an idea. He glanced at Mian. Another time. Kochei bent down and captured Mian's face in his hands. Mian's mouth opened to him as his ass opened all the way. The dildo slid out, released by Mian's final submission. "Oh yes, pretty little fucking whore." Kochei slid off Mian's cock and replaced the dildo with his own dick. Mian arched up and fumbled around. Impressive control. Kochei's vision was starting to go as he slipped in Mian's ass. Then his eyes widened as he felt the dildo enter his own ass to the hilt. He screamed, slamming himself all the way into Mian. "You fucker, you're gonna do me now and like it." Mian growled, driving the dildo deep in Kochei's ass, fucking him with it as Kochei drove himself into Mian's ass. Kochei could feel his own ass grab the cock inside him and the feedback broke all his controls. He reared back, pulling Mian up onto him. The end of the dildo braced against the bed. Now he couldn't get rid of it if he wanted to. Mian grabbed his face, tongue fucking his mouth. Being fucked and fucking at the same time, feeling his own fucker as well as Mian's hard ass giving to him was too much. Kochei screamed, grabbing Mian's cock and milking him for all he was worth with his hand. Sweat streamed down his flanks as he fought not to come. Mian grabbed him, now riding him, driving him back onto the dildo throbbing in his ass. With each stroke, the little cocksucker grabbed his cock. "You want it too." Mian growled, then stilled. "And I'm not going to give it to you." He slipped out of Kochei's grasp. "You wanted me to beg." He stroked his own cock in his hand. "I'm not gonna fucking beg." "I don't fucking care." Kochei tackled him. This time his cock popped in, and Mian gasped. "Yeah, you little slit, I'm gonna fuck you whether you like it or not." He twisted Mian's right nipple in his fingers. "And you're not gonna play with your cock while I do it." Mian's eyes rolled up in his head. Kochei lipped at Mian's mouth, opening it again. The dildo still rode his own ass, twitching just enough to remind him of its presence. It felt so good, all of it did. Mian reached around and began to slide the fake cock out. "Fuck me with it." Kochei growled. "I want to fuck you." Mian rasped. "Too late." Kochei rode him hard, driving him back into the bed, grinding his cock deep into Mian's ass, then pulling it out to the head, just enough Mian could feel his ass give with every stroke. Mian matched his every move, shoving that hard dick deep in Kochei's ass. Against his will, he sped up, the fire in his balls undeniable. Mian stared up at him, eyes black and hot with desire. His ass grabbed Kochei with every stroke, even as he matched each one with the dildo. "Enough," Kochei bent down and shoved Mian's hands away from the dildo. His ass grabbed it, holding it in, and he set it to come with him. He opened Mian's mouth with his own, even as he fucked Mian's ass with his cock. Fire rose in him, swamping everything else. Then it all dropped out from under him. Mian's mind opened to his. Kochei gasped, the pure lust replaced with shock. Into this cold rush, a new burning grew, this time amplified. Kochei fucked Mian's ass with everything he had, grinding his cock against that open hole hard enough to nearly sink his balls in as well. Mian rode him too, "Fuck me, do it, I don't fucking care, give it to me Kochei!" He screamed, writing and begging for all he was worth. Kochei screamed, the come ripping from him with all the power of stonefire, and as undeniable. He grabbed Mian's cock, stroking him as well. He grabbed Kochei's cock with his ass, stopping his come, then yanking at it. At last he came, screaming Kochei's name, writhing, wide open on Kochei's cock and sucking the last of Kochei's come from his balls.