flighty_dreams

TITLE: Spliced - Part 3, Chapter 9
AUTHOR:

flighty_dreams
WARNINGS: NC-17. slavefic. scifi setting. All M/m this chapter.
WORD COUNT: 7,471 (both parts of Chapter 9 combined)
SUMMARY: Part 3, Chapter 9 - None atm.
NOTES: The index to this story available here.
FEEDBACK: Always awesome and amazing.

Chapter Nine

As Matt walked in, his bedroom was shadowed, tentatively lit only by the moonlight shining through the window. An unnatural quiet ruled over the space, and something unnamable drew his gaze immediately across the room. There, on the untidy bed, lay a tangle of sheets and pale limbs. Breath catching in surprise, Matt moved closer, until he stood over the lithe form he knew so well.

Min, the sheets covering just enough to tantalize the Kartan further, lay sleeping on his side facing away from him, a splash of moonlight illuminating him from partway down his back to his feet. The Andorian mark was in shadow, showing only as a dark patch on that fair skin, and the light didn’t reach the disheveled cluster of dark hair lying across his pillow. The rounded cheeks he knew so well were frustratingly concealed by the sheets, Min’s legs curling out from the knot of linen at his hips.

Unable to wait any longer, Matt sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to stroke that smooth back. Sensing the touch, the clone murmured in his sleep, a contented sound from deep in his throat that never failed to arouse Matt. He was half hard already, the welcome sight of the Andorian in his bed causing an uncontrollable response.

Gently, not wanting to wake him just yet, Matt raised his hand to Min’s shoulder and nudged him onto his back. The moonlight started at Min’s chest now, drawing Matt’s attention to Min’s nipples. Bending over him, he nipped at first one nub and then the other, his other hand roving over Min’s flat stomach.

A groan drew Matt’s gaze up to the shadowed face, and he met the slave’s confused, sleepy eyes. Grinning, Matt turned back to his task, taking a nipple between his teeth and then suckling it. The clone’s hiss told him the effect his attention was having on Min. After devoting a few minutes to each one, Matt slid his hand lower, pulling at the sheets knotted around Min’s waist. The slave raised his hips obligingly, assisting with their removal.

Matt sat up, taking in the long form splayed nakedly before him. Feeling Min’s aroused gaze roaming over him, he looked back at the clone’s intent eyes, which glittered out of the darkness surrounding his face, giving the slave an added mysterious air. Eyes still on his Andorian, Matt began unbuttoning his shirt, eager to touch Min skin to skin. Standing, he removed the rest of his clothing while Min watched, his avid interest stoking the fire higher.

Finally he climbed back on the bed and straddled Min’s waist, his forearms lying on his thighs. They were both hard, and he rubbed his cock against Min’s with a shudder, enjoying the sensation. Min’s rough return thrust startled him, and he braced himself on his knees for balance. Matt shifted down the bed a bit and his left hand moved to Min’ s hip, caressing the hollow there. In response, the slave’s hands reached out to stroke the inside of Matt’s thighs, knowing he was sensitive there. Continuing this familiar game, Matt countered him, curling his fingers around Min’s shaft and rubbing the head of it with his thumb.

The sound Min made was something between a gasp and a moan, and Matt knew he was winning this round. Leaning over the clone, he pressed his erection against Min’s again while keeping a firm grip on the Andorian’s pulsing flesh. He tongued Min’s nipple for a moment before setting his teeth to it again, this time nipping harder. He knew Min was aroused enough now to enjoy the added bit of pain, his desire sharpening from it instead of lowering.

As Min moaned deep in his throat, his hands on Matt’s thighs clenched in response before shifting, one hand clutching at Matt’s shoulder while the other caressed his hair. Matt did the same to the other nipple, and Min’s hips thrust against his own as his fingers tightened around the Kartan’s shoulder. The grip was edging on painful, and would no doubt leave bruises tomorrow, but at that moment Matt couldn’t care less. His throbbing cock told him there was more urgent business at hand.

The tug of fingers on his scalp surprised Matt as he realized Min was demanding something from him. He turned to look up at the Andorian, who pulled him closer, until their faces were touching. Correctly interpreting Min’s need, Matt eagerly found the Andorian’s lips as he curled his hands into Min’s dark hair.

It was a rough kiss, intense arousal riding both of them. Min’s mouth opened immediately, not tentative at all as he sometimes was, and Matt’s tongue thrust inside it aggressively. He drove it in and out, imitating the action he’d soon repeat with his cock. Their hands pushed each other’s heads closer, and their kisses were passionate, sending Matt’s desire spiraling higher.

His aching sex underlining his need, Matt reluctantly pulled away from Min’s enticing mouth. The clone’s whimper of protest sent a wave of satisfaction through Matt, and he stroked Min’s cheek comfortingly. Straightening, he moved off of the slave and pushed at Min’s thighs, nudging them apart. Min willingly complied, spreading his legs open for him and shifting his hips into a better angle.

The Kartan stared down at Min’s throbbing cock, curling his hand around it for a moment again before moving lower, stroking the balls behind it and then sliding along the skin to reach the clone’s entrance. With only saliva for added lubricant, he slowly worked in one finger and then another, taking his time, knowing the dawdling pace would drive the clone insane. From the clone’s increasing cries, and the way his back arched into the bed as he rode those fingers, Matt knew he was succeeding.

When he felt the slave was stretched enough, Matt paused. He often enjoyed making the Andorian beg for his cock inside him, but something about the lingering stillness in the air of the room stopped him. Words weren’t needed tonight.

Removing his fingers, Matt glided his hand back up over Min’s flesh, rubbing the head of his sex one more time before letting go. Then he slid closer, positioning himself at just the right angle, and prodded at Min’s entrance. The Andorian wrapped his legs around Matt’s waist, taking in each centimeter eagerly, and Matt leaned over, bracing his hands just under Min’s arms, wanting a better look at his face as he took him.

When he was fully inside Min, he gave a long, slow thrust out and in, angling to deliberately hit the slave’s sweet spot. The clone’s gasp divulged his success, and Min spoke for the first time that night, uttering a breathy, “Matt…”

The use of his name instead of ‘master’ startled Matt, and his hips paused their movement as he stared down at the clone, wondering what he was thinking. Those eyes, their color darkened by the poor lighting, swirled with desire and heat, enthralling him. But before he could think any further through his haze of arousal, Min’s head and arms lifted, reaching out hungrily to lower his head closer and catch Matt’s lips with his hungry mouth.

The fervent kiss brought all of Matt’s attention back to the physical, and he concentrated on satisfying the surging need overtaking them both. Tongue and cock moved together, driving in and out of the Andorian as Matt pushed their lust higher, one hand reaching down to pump the slave’s needy sex. The clone’s hands gripped his shoulders with bruising force again, clinging to him, and Matt’s thrusts roughened as his pleasure spiked higher.

That edge swung closer and closer, and finally they plunged over it together. Matt spilled himself inside Min as he groaned against the clone’s lips, overwhelmed by his devastating climax. Min’s cock twitched beneath his fingers as the clone found his own noisy, groaning release. Shuddering through the aftershocks, Matt gently removed himself from Min and settled next to the slave, pulling him onto his side and up against him.

Min curled up in front of him, and Matt coiled an arm over his hips, his hand resting against Min’s stomach. Matt tucked his face into Min’s pale neck, inhaling the scent of warm, contented Andorian.

It was only as Matt lay there recovering that he discerned what he’d been too distracted to notice before: the slave wasn’t wearing his collar.

Startled, Matt leaned back a bit and gazed at the bare neck before him, brushing some of Min’s hair aside to expose it completely. How had he missed that? He wondered, but then he knew the answer. Some part of him had noted it, but he’d dismissed it, too eager to fuck the Andorian to stop to question anything.

However, he was all too willing to question it now. Why wasn’t Min wearing it? Sitting up, Matt put a little distance between himself and the clone, suddenly uneasy.

Puzzled, Min turned to look at him, and evidently didn’t like what he found there. “Matt? What’s wrong?” Min asked softly.

Matt didn’t speak, disconcerted by the use of his name again. He was missing something, but he didn’t know what.

Min sat up too, leaning his back against the headboard, and even through the poor light Matt could see a sly smile brush the clone’s lips as he asked, “Come on, is it your dad again? Remember what I told you, never let the ashen bastard win. Keep flying straight, Ace.”

Disoriented, Matt stared at the clone disbelievingly. Those were Taurent’s words, things he’d often said to Matt during their affair. Why was Min saying them?

Completely disturbed, Matt scrambled off the bed, needing to get away from him. He backed away from Min cautiously, as if the Andorian might attack him. It seemed preposterous, given what they’d just done, but some niggling voice inside him told him the slave was capable of it. Instinct ruled over reason at the moment, so he kept his wary distance.

“Matt?” Min called, confusion clear in his tone. The clone moved to the edge of the bed, his legs swinging down to touch the floor. For the first time, the moonlight shone over all of him, revealing something else. The arctic eyes were the same color he remembered, but the hair tumbling over Min’s shoulders was brown, not blue-black.

So captivated by a pliant, willing Min in his bed again, he hadn’t questioned how it was possible; he hadn’t forgotten Min’s disappearance months ago or the events on Festun, he just hadn’t thought about them. The sight of that brown hair brought it all rushing back, the shameful memory making him blush.

Min’s gaze sharpened, a nasty glint in them, and that same smug smile he remembered from Festun curved his mouth. “Not happy to see me, Muldane? Too bad.” Pointing at his own chest the clone added, “I’ll always be in here, no matter what I show you on the outside. Watching and laughing at you.”

Gasping, Matt woke then, his heart racing and his hands clutching at the sheets. Fuck. An ashen fucking dream, but not one he ever wanted to repeat. Already the details of the sex were fading from his memory—all he remembered was that it had been amazing, if a little odd. Being part of a dream, that wasn’t exactly surprising though. But the sex didn’t make up for the scary bizarreness that followed it. That was all he needed, the ghost of Taurent merging with the infuriating Andorian. He blinked, trying to clear his head, but unfortunately the image was ingrained in his mind.

Why had there even been a reference to Taurent? He hadn’t thought about the man in years, finally letting it go. Well, besides the few times he’d been to Hollis’ club, which couldn’t help but remind him of Taurent. But he hadn’t brooded over Taurent in years, and he hadn’t brooded over anyone else until Min’s disappearance. Maybe visiting the club the other day had drawn Taurent’s familiar words into his dream.

He glanced at the clock and groaned. Only a few minutes until his alarm would go off. This day hadn’t even started, and it was already bad. But perhaps it was just as well; there was no chance he’d fall asleep again anytime soon. Never a morning person, for once he was wide awake without the aid of his usual shower and coffee. Amazing.

His mind blank, he lay there quietly recovering and thinking of nothing in particular until his alarm sounded. Turning it off, he got up and headed for the bathroom, grimacing at the wetness in the front of his boxers. Well, what did he expect, after dreaming of sex like that?

Chapter 9B