flighty_dreams | Spliced - Part 4, Chapter 7

TITLE: Spliced 4.7
AUTHOR:

flighty_dreams
WARNINGS: NC-17. slavefic. scifi setting. M/m.
WORD COUNT: 5,240
SUMMARY: In a world where clones are made and sold as commodities, Matt Muldane can't resist purchasing an intriguing slave.
NOTES: The index to this story available here. Thanks to

tuawahine for beta-ing, and to

aurila for the usual 'encouragement', often by force. :P
FEEDBACK: Always welcome, even if it's just to say you read it. ;-)

Chapter Seven

“I wish I could’ve seen that dinner.”

Matt bit back a sigh, glaring at his friend on the vid screen.

“You two went on a date. And he even called it a date! And you still went!” Hollis exclaimed, the glee in his voice audible a planet away.

“Why did I tell you that part?” He groaned, kicking himself. Not for the first time—or the last—Matt asked himself why he was still friends with Hollis.

After Min stomped into the bathroom, Matt had put on sweatpants and a shirt to make himself decent if not respectable—only a shower would manage that—before sitting down to make a couple calls. First he’d contacted his assistant briefly to check in at work—it was late morning, and he obviously wasn’t coming in today—and then called the Monlean. He’d just given his best friend a summary of what had happened last night. Despite knowing he’d have to endure Hollis’s comments, he’d still desperately needed to tell someone about it.

Glancing at the bathroom door, he wondered what in ashen hell Min was doing in there. Flying to Karta would’ve been faster. The water had turned off a while ago—and he’d lowered the vid’s volume once it had, not wanting Min to overhear them—but the clone was still inside.

If I didn't know for a fact that the bathroom has no window, I’d suspect Min had slipped out, he mused. Reluctantly he turned back to his friend, not relishing more teasing.

Sobering at last, Hollis asked, “So it sounds like last night went well. You got some answers—including a name—and had fantastic sex. Why do you seem down already? Is it because he showed up as not-Min?” That reveal had caught Hollis off guard too.

Becoming livid again as he thought about it, Matt explained what had happened this morning. “I can’t trust a word he says, Hollis. Secretive bastard.” Running a hand through his hair he added, “It’s driving me insane already. What’s this other reason for coming back? And why is he refusing to tell me?”

Thoughtful, Hollis leaned back in his desk chair, his eyes sliding away. “I don’t know.”

Another glance at the closed door. He still had time. “Come on, help me brainstorm.” Matt paused a moment. “Maybe he’s gotten into trouble. Someone found him out, and he’s hiding here.”

Hollis shrugged, not as enthusiastic about speculating as he’d expected. Usually the Monlean loved a good mystery. “It’s possible. Nothing seems predictable when it comes to Min though.”

Matt scowled. “So true. But if he were using me to hide, why not just tell me that?”

Hollis gave him a dry look. “Muldane, then you’d want to get involved.”

Sucking in a breath, Matt stared at his friend. “Of course. That’s it.” A frown knitted his features even as a curl of hurt settled in his stomach. “He doesn’t want me poking my nose in it.” Of course, he had no intention of remaining in the dark.

Hollis’s voice stopped him from planning how to drag the threat’s name out of Min. “Muldane. This is just a theory. You’ve no idea if it’s true or not. And if he’s just as stubborn as you are, don’t go pushing.”

“But-”

“Let it go for now. He said he’d tell you eventually.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Like I can rely on his word.”

“What he did this morning was stupid, but I think he was trying to be honest. Or at least as honest as he felt he could be.” Sighing, Hollis added, “Lady’s tits, I won’t pretend to understand what the hell he’s doing, but he’s not an idiot. There’s obviously something more to it.”

“Yeah, and I want to know what it is.”

The Monlean grumbled under his breath. “Muldane, concentrate on what you can do now, and leave this for later. You still want me to call Kimbel?”

“Yes,” Matt agreed, glad to have something he could control. And maybe taking the Andorian to see Hollis’ doctor friend would yield some more information.

“After hours would be best, right?”

Finally, he heard the bathroom door open. “Definitely,” he told Hollis, his gaze shifting to find Min.

The clone was walking to his bag, a towel knotted at his waist. Matt’s eyes caught on the dark hair, still wet—and abominably short—but now it’s proper color. The dye remover had done its work. His focus shifted from the hair down to the Andorian’s smooth, bare chest, enjoying the view.

Min opened the bag. Pulling dark synth-cott pants and underwear out, the clone looked over at Matt and Hollis on the vid and asked, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Matt said, crossing his arms.

“Right,” Min drawled sarcastically. He dropped the towel and put on the clothes, heedless of Matt’s avid attention. The casual shirt he grabbed next was from Matt’s closet, and he tugged it over his head.

The fury that had coated the clone as he stalked into the bathroom was gone now, Matt noticed with relief. At least I don’t have to deal with that at the moment.

Decent now, the clone stepped in view of the vid’s camera, coming to a halt standing behind Matt, who was seated on the couch. “Hi, Hollis.”

“Min. Or should I say Alex?”

Matt could hear the grin in the Andorian’s voice. “I sure won’t mind.”

Shaking his head, Hollis chuckled. “I heard about your date.”

Looking back, Matt saw the the clone’s mouth quirk. “I knew you would.”

Min glanced over at him, one brow arching in question. Matt shook his head slightly in response. No, he hadn’t told Hollis about his breakdown during dinner. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to mention it to his friend.

Not missing a beat, Min grinned at Hollis again. “You’d think he went on dates all the time, the way he was so uninterested in this one. It almost hurt my feelings.”

“Almost, eh?”

“Yep.”

Matt sighed, a headache starting. The two of them together were like someone running around a fuel truck with a torch in their hand. An explosion—Matt’s explosion—was guaranteed.

“From what I hear, he was very attentive to your feelings later though,” Hollis said with a smirk.

And I didn’t even give him any details about how incredible last night was. There would’ve been no end to Hollis’ pestering then.

“I don’t know,” Min replied, a slight edge to his voice that Matt was sure only he could hear. “My ego’s still bruised. It could use some more soothing today.”

“Are you sure yours is the only one that could use some comforting?” Hollis said pointedly.

A hand touching his hair startled Matt. “Perhaps not,” Min replied softly.

There was a pause, and then Hollis said, “Well, I better get back to work.” He winked. “Unlike some slackers.”

Matt smiled at Hollis, struggling to ignore how nice those fingers felt in his hair. “Let me know what your friend says.”

“Will do,” his friend replied, and then to Min he said soberly, “I don’t want to deal with anymore of his whining. Be nice.”

“Aren’t I always?”

With a roll of his eyes, Hollis signed off.

Alone with the Andorian again, Matt tilted his head back to keep him in view. The clone’s hand dropped away and Matt hid his disappointment, reaching up to tug at the faded black shirt Min had on. “Why are you wearing my shirt? You have clothes here.” He’d never gotten rid of any of his things.

“You don’t like me wearing your shirt?” Min asked innocently.

Matt frowned. He did actually. A lot, but that wasn’t the point. His family would’ve been mortified. “It’s not proper.”

Min chuckled. “You do like it.”

“That’s not the-”

“Matt. Stop taking everything so seriously.”

“And be like you? Irresponsible, never caring what mess you leave behind?” Matt retorted, his earlier anger suddenly flooding back.

Those arctic eyes flashed. “That’s not true, and you know it.”

“Oh that’s right, you care enough to feel guilty, but not enough to not do it.”

“Muldane-”

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted them. Min broke off whatever he’d been about to say, and they stared at each other irritably for a long moment before Matt went to the door.

Tara was there, and her curious expression made him recall the little scene last night. He deliberately didn’t open the door all the way, blocking Min from her sight. They exchanged greetings. She was wearing an old paint splattered shirt and denims, her brown hair tied back in a ponytail.

A grin playing at her mouth she said, “We were wondering if you’d make it to breakfast today. I have class soon, but Sadie should be around if you two need anything.”

Ignoring the flush that heated his face, Matt said, “Give me fifteen minutes.”

Unfortunately, the Andorian was suddenly right behind him, pulling the door open wider.

Tara gaped when she saw him. “Min?!”

The Andorian smiled. “Hi, Tara.”

She grinned, happy to see him, but then her expression shifted from pleased to angry. “Where have you been?!” she asked, her voice shrill. “Don’t you know how worried we’ve been?”

Matt turned to look at the clone, wondering how he’d respond to this. Min winced, his skin heating, and then said with a sigh, “I know, I’m sorry.”

She shook a finger at him. “I don’t have time now, but I expect a full explanation later.”

Get in line, Matt thought dryly.

“Like why you were wearing a disguise last night,” she added, her eyes narrowing suddenly.

Biting back a grin, Matt realized that seeing Sadie and Tara’s responses to the Andorian’s story was going to be very entertaining. For now, Min just gave her a sheepish look.

“Later,” she said, warning him. “And make it to the kitchen soon, so I can see Sadie’s reaction to you before I have to go.”

“You’re not going to tell her?” Matt asked, puzzled.

“She knows Sadie’s face when she sees me will be priceless.”

“Exactly,” Tara replied, smiling. Then she noticed the clone looking at her clothes. “I started taking art classes!”

Min’s light-hearted chuckle pulled at Matt’s senses. “I can see that. Good for you.”

“Thanks. I better finish getting ready,” she said, and then left.

After Matt closed the door again, he looked over at Min and commented, “Their reactions to your explanation should be interesting.”

“You really didn’t tell them anything?”

“Just that you might be coming back. I thought I’d leave it all up to you,” Matt added, smirking. Min had created this mess, and it was only fair that he clean it up. Of course, even if they didn’t believe the Andorian’s story right away, they would when they noticed how different his behavior was now.

Min grimaced. “Thanks. This should be fun.”

The clone was standing next to him, and the Kartan glanced at him and then down at himself. I really need a shower.

Grabbing his arm, he started pulling him away from the door. Min looked at him quizzically, his feet dragging. “What’re you doing?”

“I need to shower, and you’re coming with me,” Matt told him firmly.

“But I just-”

“Too bad. You’re getting another one.”

Frowning suspiciously, Min asked, “You really want me to join you, or you think I’ll wander off while you’re in the shower?”

“Both.”

Consternation colored the clone’s face for a moment, before he brushed it off with a shrug. Shaking his head in amusement, Min rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

They’d reached the bathroom now, and the clone followed him in without protest. Skillful hands removed Matt’s clothing quickly—eagerly? Matt looked into Min’s gaze and saw the glint lingering there. Definitely eager, Matt decided with satisfaction. He reached for the Andorian, removing his pants and underwear first. Then he stared at Min for a long moment, taking in the sight of him in just his shirt. The clone’s eyes darkened, a smile playing at his lips as he slowly tugged the shirt up and over his head. Leaning over, he turned the shower on, the rushing sound of the water filling the quiet bathroom.

They fell into an old ritual. Min let him go in first and then stepped in after him, closing the door behind them. Grabbing a wash cloth and the soap, he leisurely cleaned Matt. After finishing with the rest of him, the Andorian lingered on a very agreeable place. Eyes closing, he imagined this was months ago, with a Min who was submissively attentive to his needs.

Everything was so much simpler then, he thought. The thorough, gentle cleaning was leaving him relaxed and refreshed, even as a growing warmth pooled between his legs. Min’s touch could never leave him unaffected.

The clone was standing just behind him, his hands reaching around to stroke Matt’s cock. He abandoned any pretense of cleaning him now, those wicked fingers alternately rubbing and gripping him, the feel of the wash cloth Min still held becoming abrasive against Matt’s over-sensitized organ. His breath quickening, he rode the wave of his growing lust.

The hardness pressed against Matt’s right cheek told him that the Andorian’s own need was rising too. The lips that nipped at his shoulder, hungrily licking the water running off the curve of it, were part of the ritual too.

It was all so familiar, and he wanted the rest of it. Opening his eyes, he pulled the wash cloth out of Min’s hands, letting it drop at his feet. Then he turned, pushing him against the wall as he nudged a leg between Min’s. Past and present merged, the short hair shattering the illusion even as the darkness swirling in those eyes was exactly how he remembered it. Their breaths were fast and heavy, but when Min’s head turned, offering his bare neck to him, Matt’s breath stopped, his lust spiking.

He remembers it all too.

He didn’t recall moving, but his mouth was suddenly against that vulnerable neck, suckling and biting it. Mine, he thought, his lips forming the word soundlessly against Min’s skin. Reaching up, Matt’s fingers closed around his shoulders, and his mouth met Min’s, who fiercely returned the kiss.

Min’s hands settled on his waist as they had many times before. Once he had the breath to spare, Matt turned them around again, so now his back was to the wall, although not pressed against it.

Giving him one last hungry kiss, Min’s lips slid downward. He nipped Matt’s neck, pausing to lick the hollow at his collarbone before shifting down the middle of his chest. As he reached his stomach he knelt on the shower floor, his fingers clutching Matt’s hips tighter.

After all this time, the sight of the clone kneeling at his feet again made him feel light-headed. He placed his hands on Min’s shoulders to steady himself, and the Andorian looked up at him, their gazes meeting. There was something unreadable in the clone’s eyes, something that bothered him in its mystery. But then Min rose up on his knees, his lips softly kissing the tip of Matt’s hardened shaft. Legs trembling as a shudder went through his body, Matt braced himself harder on the clone’s shoulders. His eyes closed for a moment before he opened them again, just in time to watch Min take him into his mouth.

Gasping as that wet, hot tongue slid across his aching skin, Matt sank into the sensations. He leaned back against the shower wall, letting it support him as he allowed Min to do as he wished. Even as the urge to thrust into that dark heat increased, he restrained himself. Min had a talented mouth, and it was a shame to waste it.

The spray of the water was splashing against the clone’s back, little of it touching Matt, blocked as he was by the other’s body. But it was impossible to feel cold with Min’s sinful mouth sucking his cock.

He kept his eyes on that head of dark hair, bobbing up and down as Min pleasured him. It was a delicious sight, one he savored with new appreciation after months of going without it. The clone’s tongue swirled against that sensitive spot just behind the head, and he groaned, a rush of pleasure distracting him.

Min’s hands slid from his hips to his thighs, his fingers digging into them as he balanced himself with the ease of long practice. Dazed from the clone’s attention, Matt tried not to think about who else he’d done this with. Despite all the Andorian’s recent protests that he was more than just a bedslave, he was so ashen good at this. It made it difficult to imagine he’d be better suited to anything else.

Matt was close, so close, and Min knew it. When he let out a sound that was half groan and half moan, the clone paused, teasing him. Min’s head slipped back, until only the tip of him lay against his tongue.

Those eyes looked up at him brightly, a smile shining out of them, and Matt let out a shuddery breath. “Minril,” he said, the scolding tone he’d intended coming out embarrassingly needy and desperate instead.

The corners of Min’s eyes crinkled with amusement, a silent message in them that the Kartan was too befuddled to decipher. But then the clone’s mouth sheathed him again, sucking hard. Moments later Matt found himself gasping and shaking with release, his grip on the Andorian’s shoulders tightening. All thought flew far away as every physical sensation—Min’s mouth on his cock, his touch on his thighs, his own hands on the clone’s shoulders, the cool tile at his back—intensified for a few precious seconds.

Then abruptly it was over, and he leaned more heavily against the wall, slowly recovering. Min’s tongue, licking his softening shaft, added to his relaxed, pleasant haze. He closed his eyes, basking in the feeling.

He felt that mouth drop away from him. Eyes still shut, Matt slid one hand to Min’s neck. Out of habit he sought the ring in the collar, wanting to tug him up from the shower floor. His fingers found bare skin instead, and he opened his eyes to look down at the clone. That bare neck was another reminder that this was not six months ago, but it was one thing he was determined to fix.

For now his hand shifted to Min’s nape instead, but he anticipated him before Matt could urge him up. He stood, using him for balance, and then leaned against him, his arousal hard and insistent against Matt’s thigh. His face was touching Matt’s shoulder, his head bowed, the whole position very familiar.

Had his pet missed this too? Matt wondered, stroking Min’s hair. Perhaps their little routines had meant more to the clone than he’d thought.

However, unlike the other times they’d done this, the Andorian didn’t wait for Matt to move first. His head rested on his shoulder for only a few moments before he shifted, seeking Matt’s lips. They kissed, Matt tasting himself on Min’s tongue, which never failed to stir up an edge of satisfaction.

The clone’s kiss was hungry, reminding Matt of his abiding need. He reached down, gripping his quivering sex and smiling against his lips when he heard a groan surface from deep in Min’s throat.

Still entwined, Matt shifted them away from the back end of the shower, until Min was now pressed between him and the side wall.

Matt’s tongue in the clone’s mouth and his hand on his cock, he teased him from both ends. The Andorian whimpered in response, his hands clamping onto Matt’s waist to steady himself. Keeping Min’s face pressed against his own, Matt’s other hand shifted lower, cupping the drawn up balls.

Needing to breathe, he finally pulled his mouth away from Min’s, and they both gasped, drawing in air. He kept his right hand down below, teasing the clone, enjoying the shudders he wrung out of him. Lowering his head, he brought his face against Min’s neck, breathing in the scent that was uniquely his.

His left hand stroked his neck, enticed by the exposed, pale skin. Its bareness called for something, and he sucked on it, pulling hard. The hum Min released only encouraged Matt, and his hand curled tighter around the side of his throat, holding him in place. He paused for breath and then touched his tongue to it again, enjoying the way Min trembled beneath him. Smirking, his right hand squeezed his cock roughly as he bit down hard on Min’s neck.

The Andorian’s legs buckled, but he barely slid, trapped as he was between Matt and the wall. The cry he made wasn’t restrained at all though, to the Kartan’s delight. As Matt released the flesh between his teeth and drew his mouth away, Min hissed, his voice roughened by pain and arousal. “Fuck…”

Matt leaned back to get a better look at him. Blind lust glittered in the Andorian’s eyes, and his face was flushed, his breaths heavy. And there on his neck lay a red, aggravated mark, just as he’d intended.

Mine, he thought with a satisfied smile.

He raised his hand to Min’s face, caressing his cheek and his hair. Breathing still labored, the clone closed his eyes, leaning into the touch.

“Pet,” he murmured, feeling the Andorian tense as he said it. Min’s eyes flew open, unease mixing with the need in the blue depths.

No, you don’t. Matt kissed him roughly, his lips claiming the clone’s in an act of possession. His other hand lifted to clasp Min’s nape, thumbing the mark at his neck. He wouldn’t give him any chance for second thoughts.

Matt pulled back, gratified to see lust overcoming the clone’s reservations again. Min’s dazed look changed to puzzlement however when Matt shut the water off and opened the shower door.

Frustration gleamed in arctic eyes. “Matt…”

He flashed a wicked grin at Min and then stepped out, grabbing a towel. The clone joined him, taking a fresh towel from the linen closet. Matt gave them both a minute to dry off, and then placed his towel on the rack.

The Andorian was giving him needy glances, but he hadn’t said anything more. Once Min had placed his towel next to his, Matt reached for his upraised shaft, feeling it pulse against his palm as he fisted it. His thumb rubbed along the upper side and the clone murmured in approval.

“Come with me,” Matt told him, stepping back towards the doorway. He kept his hand on Min as he moved to provide further encouragement.

The Andorian followed him as he backed up slowly, lazy strokes on his cock keeping his need high. But when he stopped at the cabinet next to the bed, the clone’s expression became as wary as any wild animal.

Matt opened it with his free hand while his grip tightened on Min, preventing him from moving away.

The Andorian was frowning at him, unhappiness overcoming the need in his eyes. “Muldane…”

His hand found the box on top of the drawers inside. He tugged it closer and then opened it, pulling out the collar that lay inside. The cock in his hand twitched even as Min shook his head and tried to shift away again.

“No,” the clone said, the desperation in his voice turning the denial into a plea. “I’m not wearing that,” he added more firmly.

Matt stared at him in disbelief. “How do you think you’ll explain your Andorian hair in public without a collar?”

Min scowled at him. “We aren’t in public.”

“Soon enough we will be. Get used to it now.” And to obeying me, Matt added silently.

Frustration boiled in the clone’s gaze, and his eyes watched the collar as if it were a snake about to bite him. “I’ll wear it in public,” he said reluctantly, “but not here when it’s just us.”

Anger stabbed through Matt. He put the collar down inside the cabinet for the moment, freeing his hand up to grab Min’s arm. “No, you don’t get any special privileges. You owe me.”

Min’s expression alone was sarcastic enough without saying a word.

Gritting his teeth, Matt continued, “You fucking lie to me all the time, and you deceived me for months. Ashen hell, you shot and abducted me.” He paused for added effect. “You are wearing this collar. My collar.”

Min’s face flushed guiltily but he still shook his head, looking troubled. “No, I can’t.”

But the Andorian’s sex, which hadn’t lost any of its hardness despite his growing unease, belied his words and encouraged Matt.

“In your head you don’t want it, but down here…” He squeezed Min’s cock again, and he hissed, his arms rising to force Matt’s hands off of him. This time he slipped away, backing up several steps to put some space between them.

The action irritated the Kartan; Min wasn’t allowed to push him away like that. Especially when the Andorian was denying himself as well as Matt. And yet what Min had said in his office yesterday, the words he’d urged Matt to think on, came back to him suddenly: My submission is not a given. You won’t get it without my permission, and bullying or forcing me into it will never work. What I want is a relationship.

A relationship with an Andorian—even one as odd as Min—still seemed preposterous. But he obviously hadn’t given up on the idea yet.

He picked up the collar again, letting the Andorian get a good look at it. It was made out of erilum, a strong but lightweight metal that didn’t rust easily and was difficult to cut through. Erilum was only found on Calnith, and the collar hadn’t been cheap. It was silver, with padding on the inside to avoid damaging the slave’s skin. And a lock of course, should Min be tempted to remove it.

“What happened to using leather collars?” the Andorian asked, staring at the new collar with distaste.

Matt crossed his arms. “You obviously have no problems removing those. You’ll have to work a little harder this time.”

The clone sighed at him. “I told you, I’m not planning to escape.”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Apparently a lot of things do,” Min growled.

Matt knew this wouldn’t work now, the clone’s submissive mood apparently gone again—and to be honest, even then he’d had to trick him—but he couldn’t help trying anyway.

“Come here.”

The dismissive look Min sent him reminded Matt abruptly of Taurent’s cat. The ungrateful beast had never paid any attention to them when they called him. They’d had to either trick or bribe him to achieve any degree of success.

I knew there was a reason I preferred dogs, he thought, his mouth twitching. But he sobered as he realized, the Min I first knew acted more like a dog, respecting and obeying my orders. This one is all unruly cat.

The comparison made him uneasy. It meant he couldn’t treat the Andorian the same way—at least not if he wanted the same results. But how could Min be so different and still be the same person? It wasn’t a new question, but it was one that continued to plague him.

Min’s expression was guarded, carefully waiting to see what the Kartan would do next.

Matt glared at him. “Minril, come here. Don’t make me say it a third time.”

The obstinate bastard didn’t move.

“Need I remind you of all the punishment you have coming? That you keep adding to?” Never mind that he’d no idea how he’d get Min to submit to that when he couldn’t even collar him.

No response. Authority didn’t work, and neither did the threat of further discipline. Even logic, the fact that he’d inevitably have to wear it, didn’t convince Min. The influence he’d once had over the Andorian was gone, and it was beyond infuriating. He didn’t want to give any ground, and yet he needed to get the clone to follow his orders again. Somehow.

As he studied Min more closely now, Matt noticed that he looked… scared? The clone’s erection was wilting as he began pacing back and forth uneasily. Only the flush to his skin and the tension in his body hinted at any lingering arousal, and Matt wished he knew what he was thinking.

The Andorian halted and crossed his arms, hugging himself. “I’m not,” he made a helpless gesture, “prepared for all this.”

“You said you would serve,” Matt reminded him.

“I know,” the clone replied, looking frustrated. “But I’m not ready. I need more time to adjust.”

He frowned. He was still too pissed at everything Min had done to let him off easily.

“Matt, just don’t push me too fast. Please.” The last word sounded forced out of him—and desperate.

Matt thought it over silently. As impatient as he was to claim the clone in any way he could, he knew that getting Min to put on the collar willingly would be a much greater victory than forcing it on him. And as Min had predicted last night, pushing him wasn’t working anyway.

“All right. I’ll wait.”

His capitulation surprised the clone, whose eyes widened in shock. Matt put the collar away in the cabinet, closing the door, and then turned back to him. The grateful smile lighting Min’s face chipped away at some of his lingering anger. It was a genuine, sweet expression he’d rarely seen.

“Come here,” Matt said softly, testing the waters.

Min hesitated for only a moment before stepping towards him.

Not bad, Matt thought. Amazing what a little compromise can accomplish.

His arms encircled the Andorian, who returned the embrace. Hands skimming over the clone’s back, they stood like that for a minute before Matt brushed his mouth against Min’s ear. “You’re still paying for your transgressions later.” Once I have you well in hand.

Min tensed, his body stiffening. “I know,” he muttered in a low voice.

One hand groping between them, Matt circled his fingers around the clone’s cock again. Murmuring in his ear, describing things he’d like to do to him, Matt roughly stroked him to full hardness again.

When Min was gasping for breath, his fingers digging into Matt’s shoulders as he teetered on the edge of orgasm, the Kartan stepped away, abruptly releasing him.

“Muldane,” the clone hissed in frustration, his eyes pleading.

The Kartan smirked at him. “Time for breakfast.”

Min couldn’t have looked less interested in food. Glaring at Matt, he reached for himself.

“Don’t you dare,” the Kartan snarled.

For a moment he thought the Andorian was going to ignore him. Sighing, Min reluctantly pulled his hands away. He was by no means tamed though. “You better make good on your promises later,” he warned.

When Matt realized he meant what he’d whispered in Min’s ear, he chuckled. “Oh, I will.” Shaking his head, he retrieved some clean clothes.

No, he hadn’t had to collar the clone just yet. Eyeing the erection that still cried for attention, he noted smugly that he had other ways of making Min suffer in the meantime.

However, he would only wait so long before claiming what was his.

Chapter 8A