Pursuit: 1
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charisstomaTitle: Pursuit
Warnings:mention of rape, very semi-non con,drugs as restraint
Work in progress, storage
Word count:6120
He stepped into the office of Prof. Eliza. She was reported to be one of the best in the field that he was researching.
“Excuse me Professor. Might I have a word concerning some of your courses? ”
“ I’m running a little late for my workout self defense training class. You may accompany me if you choose and we can talk later.”
He nodded. It wasn’t far across campus to the more physical of the class areas. He proceeded to lean against a wall and watch for a very boring hour. It wasn’t that the class was itself boring but it was only an intermediate class and there were lots of mistakes that weren’t corrected as well as they could have been. Perhaps he’d allowed his opinion show too much because the instructor called him on it, insisting that he come onto the floor for one of the demonstrations.
“ Now just respond as you think you could to an attack. I doubt that you could hurt me,” the instructor said archly.
‘As if.’ He nodded, “Fine. I‘m ready”.
The first attack was one that the class had been working on and he could have handled in his sleep with one arm and probably a leg tied behind his back, he reflected. He countered it smoothly not making a follow up move.
The quickly following second attack was one the class had just been introduced to minutes ago. Again he parried it effortlessly, trying not to give away that he was way past these lessons.
The instructor exasperated, then went through every move that must have been in his less than considerable experience. Attacking again and again. Each move was countered, the victim not even laboring at all. Finally the instructor stopped, panting and a single set of hands clapped.
A dark haired high class male stood hands still clasped together from the claps, his bodyguards arranged around the walls near the door. “That was very good. Let’s see if I can make a dent in your defenses. I like challenges and this will help me warm up for my workout with my cousin.”
He rolled his eyes. ‘Did everyone feel the need to test him tonight?’ He was trying to keep a low profile here. It wouldn’t do to put the other male on his ass too easily, he thought. Forty minutes passed and enough was enough. He made it look like a lucky hit, laying the other out on the floor. Glancing over at the audience, he located the professor he’d wanted to talk to earlier. “I’ll have to get back to you Professor about your classes. They may not fit into my schedule after all.” Calmly, he walked out of the doorway past the bodyguards into the darkness, hoping that they wouldn’t react to his just leaving.
There was a shout of outrage from within the room and he increased his walking speed away along the roadway down towards the gates enclosing the campus. The widely spaced, high lamps throwing spots of illumination down on the walkway that he evaded when he could. The campus wasn’t that far from the city limits, he could easily walk back instead of taking the public transport that would make his slipping away back into the city’s populated areas more iffy. He could hear the pursuit was just starting.
There were a group of individuals moving up the walkway towards him. They were in no hurry it seemed so he moved toward them with the intent to lose himself as if meeting them was his goal. Too late he realized that this might be the ‘cousin’ of the one he was hoping to leave behind. Ill luck made the meeting under a lamp that he couldn’t evade as he was absorbed into the approaching group and him faced with what did indeed appear to be ‘the cousin’.
“Shit.” Okay, not the best introduction to a first meeting with someone. But the other laughed.
“What do we have here?” He looked back up towards the building from which male #1 was exiting hurriedly with his bodyguards.
He thought that if he could just play this cool, the most that would result would be a minor verbal exchange before all parties concerned would lose interest in him. The ‘cousin’ was here to workout or something with the first male after all. They wouldn’t want to be too delayed by a single individual who’d just seemed to accidentally deck his opponent when they could do their own simulated combat.
Male #1 didn’t seem to want to cooperate though. He was all injured pride and recounting the recent attack competition. ‘The cousin’ was interested, listening to the details of each move’s name and counter move.
‘Okay, this was not good.’
‘The cousin’ turned back to look at him, the light overhead casting concealing shadows over the faces of those below it. “Hmm. Let’s have a look at this little warrior,” was said as a hand came up under his chin.
‘Over arrogant prick,’ he thought. He hated individuals lifting his chin like he was some pet to be looked over. He went to jerk his chin up and away from the touch but the hand tightened. Not challenging the other male would probably be a better prospect for getting away from this with less interest in further pursuit. He let his chin be raised up into the light and looked up briefly into the eyes of the other. It was difficult to act submissive when he just wanted to punch the superior acting bastard.
The hand continued to hold his chin. He could feel the eyes moving over his features as an almost physical touch. The hand’s thumb came up and stroked back and forth over his lower lip, stopping pressed against the center line of his mouth. “Open and suck.”
‘Bastard!’ His eyes flew up from their lower gaze to glare into the other male’s. He pressed his lips more tightly together behind the thumb and brought his gaze back to a submissive lowering. Mentally he cataloged where and how many individuals were around him. The thumb stroked back and forth again over his lips and returned to it’s previous position.
“Open that pretty sullen mouth of yours and suck my thumb and maybe I’ll let you go,” amusement was heavy in the words.
‘Dominating bastard!’ With smooth grace he moved, grasping the hand under his chin and pivoting to throw the bastard into his own men. In the confusion of so many bodies moving around in confusion he made it through and ran toward the closed gate. As he got closer he could tell the gate was electrified but with insulation and a running start he should be able to vault it. True the vault would reveal some of his abilities that he’d like to keep hidden but escape was more important. Turning back toward the crowd that slowed at his seeming approach, he stripped off his upper covering winding the fabric around a hand in what would seem to be nervousness. The bastard called out to him, “Lose the pants too and I might forget how angry I am at you.”
‘Thrice damned bastard!’, he thought. He looked over at a fast nearing noise. The public transport was nearing the next gate over, the gate opening. He flashed a smile over at the Bastard and broken into a run for the opening gate. He made it through just as the gate was finishing it’s closing. A short few minutes and the public transport was just in front of him to grasp onto its back and hold on until he was out of sight from the angry shouted orders he could hear and laughter which must have been the first male. He released his grip on the moving vehicle and dropped off beside the lakeside of the road. He slipped into the trees for concealment getting his bearings. The lights of the city’s higher buildings were reflected in the cold ink of the water.
‘Ah, second star sparkle of lights on the left’, he thought very loosely quoting Peter Pan to himself. Not too far to swim and the area he’d come out of the water on the other side would not be too hard to lose himself in. He made sure to leave clear traces of his entry into the water that could be found easily.
If they thought to look for his body drown in the lake then it would either buy him time to more perfectly conceal himself or maybe even lose them entirely if they thought him dead.
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As he woke the next morning safe and warm in his bed, he had to plan what he would do for the next couple days. First to see if there were any news reports of a body sought in the lake. He called up the media player on the facing wall, convenient for watching in bed, he noted. Much time later when the local news had played through for the second time and there was no mention of any drowning, he hrmphed. Either they were idiots and didn’t see the sign he’d left them or they weren’t really interested in expending much effort into finding him or his body ..or they were being very cunning and going to wait him out until he felt safe before sweeping in on him wherever they found him. Call him paranoid but he was going to go with option number three. Looked like the next few days he was going to be spending close to his rooms. Maybe he should make his way into the countryside and lay low enjoying nature up close and personal for many days. He’d leave an inconspicuous bit of fluff attached to the door frame. If the door was opened while he was gone it would be relocated and tell him that he was hunted and his identity discovered. Time then to think about his choices. He moved from the bed to cleanup and gather enough of his stuff to take with him but leaving enough that they would think he hadn’t left. It was going to be a long week, he thought.
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When he returned the fluff was still in place. He breathed out in relief, making for the civility of the cleanser to bring his body back to clean, clean, clean. Roughing it was never a problem and something he liked doing on occasion but it was always good to be , can one say it too often, clean. He’d lay down in the comfort of his bed and go through the news reports again for the time he’d been gone, checking if there’d been any mention of his supposed demise. Tonight, he’d celebrate by going out to a club and dancing, getting lost in the crowd of gyrating bodies and music. He’d remove the primitive experience of country living with a different type of primitive experience and have a good time while doing it.
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The club was everything he’d hoped. The lights. The music. The people. He was in the midst of them working his hips in parodies of lovemaking with any and all around him. Pairing up with one person, rubbing his ass against his partner’s backend for a while and flipping around to partner with the next closest person. He was having a great time with all the like minded other dancers.
As he made his way over to buy himself a drink, he thought that it had been worth coming here. This was just what he needed to relieve the tension he’d been under since his meeting ‘the Cousin/Bastard’. The bartender handed him his drink but waved away his money and pointed towards one of the tables in the murk along the wall. Retrieving the drink, he made his way over toward that table, pausing when he saw his former opponent, Male #1, leaning back watching his approach. Placing the drink down on the table, he noted where the bodyguards were in the group of people about the table.
“Thanks. I don’t suppose that you can forget that you happened to see me here?”, he asked not prepared to believe him if he said yes.
Laughter was his answer. “Torin is going to be so happy to get his hands on you. He’s been hunting. You’re a challenge he’s not likely to forget. He should be here soon to recover you, if he isn‘t already waiting outside.”
“Shit!” “I don’t suppose you’d like to try protecting me?” When the other shook his head ‘no’ with a grin spread across his face, he said, “Didn’t think so. He’s higher ranking than you, isn’t he ?” A nod was answer to that one. “How about, are you going tell him how I’m going to escape?”
A laugh greeted that question. “I’m going to watch the hunt. It’s not often Torin can’t get what he wants. It will be amusing to watch the two of you.“ “Try not to make it too easy for him.”
A big sexy smile quirked over his face and he leaned in to place a slow heated kiss to the lips of Male #1. “You do that and I won‘t.” He made his way over to the opposite wall through the dancing bodies. There was a stair to the next level up and a ladder hidden, if he remembered right, from there up to the roof. The buildings around here weren’t that far apart from each other and in this area of the city they would all be filled with people enjoying the nightlife. It was no problem to gain access to the building’s rooftop. He looked over the edge to down below. The flashy lighting clearly revealed the vehicles below and ‘The Bastard’ in one of them. All waiting for him. Choosing which buildings he was going to jump to in his escape and from there the best place to get to the ground, he scooped up a handful of stones that had somehow migrated to the top of the building. Letting go of first one stone to fall onto the vehicle with Torin in it to see how he’d react, then when that didn’t get much of a response, a few more stones dropping in a small hail. Finally catching Torin’s attention and making him look up. He tossed down one more stone for good measure and gave him a wave goodbye, sprinting across the tops of the buildings and away. The cool night air blowing his hair back, his thoughts were that options could be evaluated in the morning, for now life was good.
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Okay, life wasn’t so good. What was he going to do now? He could relocate to another area on the planet but the big study centers were here in this city and the largest archive was close to his rooms. His present location was optimal for his purposes and it would be annoying to have to resettle somewhere else. One last trip to the Main Archive. He’d pack his things up in the afternoon.
He should have noticed that there were fewer archive users today. When the chair folded around him, something the archivist had told him during the obligatory orientation, the fate of any who tried to steal any of the archive materials, he had a moment of ‘what the fuck‘ before he started panicking. Feeling the backs of fingers stroke down the side of his face did not help that sense of panic. Nor did the, “Got you,” whispered in his ear. When Torin settled his weight beside him to sit on the chair with a smug smile, he gave a jerk of his body trying to wrest his arms out of the chair’s embrace. “Don’t do that,” was frowned at him. “Let me put this around your arm,” carefully a strap was fitted on and tightened down.
“This will help you relax in a bit until we can get to a better place to have a discussion about our new relationship.”
“Relationship? What relationship? We don’t have a relationship. Let. Me. Go.”
“Shhhhh. Just relax and let the drugs work. We’ll talk later,” the Bastard said his thumb stroking over his captive’s lips.
Things got hazy and warm after that. He remembered feeling the thumb press into his mouth and the voice telling him to suck. He remembered the taste and texture of that thumb rubbing in and out over his tongue until his tongue curled around it and he sucked. He remembered the light kiss on his ear and a whispered, “Good boy”. He remembered being helped to stand, of getting into a vehicle and going somewhere cuddled close to the Bastard. He remembered being helped into a cleanser and being placed onto a bed naked. Vaguely, he remembered an examine being done by cool impersonal hands and a discussion taking place above him. And he remembered being held close to a warm body under the covers until he woke when the morning dawned.
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Morning came and he wanted to. There was a hand gliding low over his back in soft caresses in just the right places, his leg was up and over another’s hip while his morning erection was up and rubbing against the other body he was draped over. Subconsciously he noted the heart beating strongly from the chest on which his head lay. It was slow. It was comforting. It was arousing. He didn’t want it to end and he wanted to have an orgasm soon. He heard a soft laugh when he growled in frustration.
He blinked his eyes open, raised his head up and looked into the face of the person he was sprawled over, involved in trying to rub off against. Seeing with that first look, the indulgent smile on the face of his captor, ‘The Bastard’.
He crunched his eyes closed and put his face back down trying to hide in the space between arm and side of the body under him. The Bastard pulled his body over to lay more fully on top of him. Legs straddled on either side of the Bastard’s hips. A quick roll and he was pinned to the bed his wrists clasped in strong hands, his legs made to flare out further under an imprisoning very aroused male body. He couldn’t hide his face from the one resting up on his elbows looking down at him. He couldn’t hide his reaction to the rocking of the other’s cock against his own or the impatient groan as he tried to increase the tempo which the other wouldn’t allow. His thoughts were scattered and scattering. He just wanted to come so bad. “Please.”
“Since you’ve asked so nicely. Yes.,” said the gloating voice and the tempo sped up until, “Now. Come for me.”
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He. Was. Going. To. Kill the Bastard, was his first thought after recovering from the visual whiting out experience. Needless to say, the bed was a mess and he hoped that the Bastard had been careful in his previous sexual encounters so that he wasn’t out spreading disease to his partners, most prominently his most recent partner.
The narcotic band was gone from his upper arm, he was relieved to notice. He hadn’t yet regained his sharp edges but at least he wasn’t all gooey soft on his resistance to manipulation anymore. The guy must be really hard up for a date if he had to drug the one he was with to have a ‘meaningful’ relationship.
Slowly he pulled himself up to a sitting position, cataloging any unexplained aches in lower portions of his body. Nope. He could sit just fine. He’d been spared that at least. Maybe the Bastard was just making a point with his capture and domination. He sure hoped so. That examine that he vaguely remembered was a bit worrying though. Then again the Bastard, on a good note, might be very careful in checking out his bed partners’ health.
Not hearing any noise from the exterior room he could just see through the doorway, he made his way into the cleansing room to do the normal morning relief and cleanup. The cleanser provided him with the nondescript clothing he favored. Time to move out into the world.
The larger room had an occupant involved in going through some kind of document perusal. The Bastard looked up at him and indicated the tray on the table in front of him. “I had some food brought up for us. Feel free.” He put aside the document reader. “We can have our discussion while you eat.” As he moved into the seating area towards the food and helped himself to a cup of the warm scented beverage, he heard the Bastard say, “We can start with who you are.”
He countered, “How about instead, we discuss your reasons to think you had the right to capture me.” Smoothly he added, “It’s not like I’ve done anything wrong to be subjected to such, surely, illegal actions.”
The Bastard grinned. “There’s illegal and then there’s illegal, now isn’t there,” he said arching his eyebrows. “We could overlook the assault on a very highly placed lord” he raised his fingers to stop the clearly intended interruption, “as well as the witnessed non-payment for riding on a public transport”.
“There is the reimbursement for the official search of the lake for a body…”
“You did not do that last, I checked. There was no mention of anyone having drown or a search for a body.” He leaned over slowly and carefully placed his cup on the table with a final click.
“Do you lose individuals so frequently that they do not get reported to the public or does your public not care about such things.” ‘Ooops. The ‘your public’ was a misstep,’ he thought.
Clearly from the light triumphantly gleaming in the Bastard’s eyes, he thought so. “You want to admit something, at this point?”
“I never said that I was local,” he countered. “Is there something illegal about that?” he said trying to make a recovery.
“The assault on a lord is a farce. I was given no choice in refusing to spar with him.” He began his own attack. “As far as the non-payment for use of a public transport, I was in a threatening situation and will gladly pay the fee that I didn’t have the opportunity to do before, thinking myself in peril at the time.”
“I’ve acted as a law abiding citizen under the circumstances.”
“Ah now that is a consideration point,” was returned. “What does one consider a ‘citizen’ and of where?”
“Shall we go back to the original question. Who. Are. You?”
“ I don’t have to answer your questions,” he rose to stand in simulated outrage.
His wrist was caught and his body spun until he was bent over the back of the substantial seating unit, the Bastard’s body blanketing his back. “Oh. Yes. You. Do,” was said back to him.
“Get the fuck off me, Bastard.” His reflexes must still be wonky to be so easily maneuvered into this position.
“We’ll consider the fucking, after you answer my questions to my satisfaction. Then, you can see to my ‘other’ satisfactions. You have a talented sucking ability in that mouth of yours.”
‘God, did the man have to gloat so much?’ “You are a pervert, Bastard. Do you drug all your bed partners to get your way because I can tell you it’s not a very good foreplay tactic. Good for about one unwilling experience but maybe that‘s all you can hope for.” He knew he should stop taunting the Bastard but it was almost impossible to stop himself. He shrugged.
“I’d say we are both enjoying this foreplay.” He ran his hand down the pinned body of his captive and pressed on the waiting hardness there. “I am.” “But I want questions answered first before I delve more deeply into my expanding desire for exploring your many possibilities.” He abruptly released him and moved back seating himself in a position to intercept any attempts to access the door. “I had an examine done on you while you were,” he paused, “resting. I’d like to discuss the healer’s findings. It would be helpful if you‘d at least provide a name for yourself before we start.”
“Are you going to tell me that I have some incurable disease or that you may have infected me with some sexually transmitted pathogen that I will in future need to acquaint my lover with before proposing a lasting relationship ? “ Seeing the words starting to be shaped by the other he said, “Fine,” quickly reviewing which of his names he could give without revealing too much, “You can call me Cirran.”
“Cirran” the name was said in a purr. “I very pleased to meet you.” An eye roll met the implications with the way this statement was said, which drew a laugh from the speaker. “No, you are very healthy but with a bad case of virgin. Thankfully that last condition can be cured and it won‘t hurt too much with your cooperation and my care.” That drew another laugh from the bastard at his cleverness.
“The examine did reveal another condition though that needs to be looked into. You are not, as you admitted, a local. Far from it, in fact. Unless we are talking about one of the local embassies of which one just happens to have a delegation here currently negotiating trade agreements. Interesting coincidence, don‘t you think, your turning up since I would know you or at least of you, if you had been here for any length of time.”
‘Damn.’ He felt reduced to a child when his parent caught him in a infraction. “Um,” tentatively, “no.”
He could tell that the bastard thought he was cute. Cue eye roll.
“Cirran, Cirran, Cirran. You might as well tell me. Save the embarrassment of making an official inquiry to your embassy during the so fragile time of pending negotiations. Depending how important you are to your people, it could bias the results. I’m placing you as quite well connected to someone within the delegation.”
“Are you planning on using that to gain concessions,” he asked in outrage. “Yes, I’ll be in disgrace. A big disappointment to my parent if my actions biased the outcome of the treaty. But I did nothing wrong. A youthful irresponsibility, nothing more then an unsupervised tasting of a culture that we think we want to trade with,” he said with rising voice. He snapped his hand outward from the wrist, “whatever”, and threw himself down on the seating in a sullen slouch.
“Will you stop being so cutely offended and just answer my questions. I’ve no intention of revealing your indiscretions. I’m hoping you and I can add to those indiscretions actually. But we’re going to have some honesty between us and probably let it be known that you are my guest so that we don’t have to hide you. Don’t you think that your embassy is wasting resources trying to locate you when they should be concentrating on the terms of the treaty?”
“Oh.” Cirran looked at Torin. After a pause, “I’m not going to have sex with you. That would be irresponsible. But I don’t mind being your guest, unofficially of course. I want to get back to your Archives.”
“We’ve already had sex, just not as advanced as I’d like to enjoy.” Torin leered at him too artificially. “The Archives should be fine though the media center here,” he waved at the wall display, “can give you just as much access. If you’re with me then security will not be a problem but if I’m not with you then we have to determine which party provides the bodyguards. I’m thinking I will, as your host. You are of legal age for sharing sex in your culture, aren’t you Cirran? Statutory rape could be considered a biasing factor to a mutually satisfying treaty.”
“Rape of any kind, I think would be considered to be a biasing factor. Yes, I’m legal. No, I’m not having sex,” Torin’s eyebrow rose, “all right,” with a loud huff of irritation, “any more sex with you.”
"Thank you for your honesty and” with emphasis, “for revealing that you’re legal. I was beginning to doubt that last one. You could have lied about your age, you know. You can’t be much past legal though. You’re much too attractive to still be a virgin, if you were much older. It won’t be rape by the way,” was said with a smile. “When I take you, you will be very willing,” a small chuckle, “I’ll make sure of that. It‘s a huge responsibility to introduce a virgin properly to the joys of sex but it‘s one I really,” he said pompously, glancing with a speaking look at the young man, “really, can’t see myself not putting my best efforts towards.”
“As long as it’s not rape and that includes not using the help of drugs, I don’t mind if you ,” pauses, “try. Flirtation is fun,” he said in carefree nonchalance spoiled immediately with a grin.
“Brat. There’s going to be more than flirtation, that’s for sure. Everything will be done discretely but kisses done correctly can be done in public. And that’s just the start,” Torin’s voice deepened.
Cirran shivered. There was a lot of promise in Torin’s tone. He wondered what he was getting himself into.
He needed to contact his embassy. His real identity had to be hidden or that promise in Torin’s tone of voice might mean something totally different. When he returned a muted, “You wish,” to Torin’s plans, he wasn’t sure what he wished for himself. Anonymity had its benefits and its drawbacks.
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Torin went away for a bit to supposedly set in motion Cirran’s coming out as his guest. Cirran considered bolting to the embassy and disappearing for a while. He’d probably get pulled into the learning experience of sitting and listening to dull long discussions of things that were not his responsibility now nor likely to be in the future. He’d planned on a future in academic research. Which field he wasn’t sure about yet but he’d hoped to explore that in the Archives here, far away from the sycophants at home who knew of his ties to the ruling family and who would try to use him to garner the monitory support for them that his interest would create.
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Teesha was a junior admin to the ambassador stationed permanently here. She’d been the one to handle the issue of a lost puppy of a young lordling who couldn’t stay where he’d been set. Really the boy was more a nuisance now that he’d come into his adulthood without any real responsibilities than he’d ever been when he was younger. She’d heard enough about his actions through embassy gossip. She knew he could probably take care of himself here. He was frighteningly intelligent with anything he’d put his mind to and she’d seen him once on an informational disk recording of an attempted assassination. He’d killed several of the attackers on his own using only his body as a weapon. What he’d been doing on that planet when the culture there was barely civilized she did not know, but she could guess that he might have had some responsibility for the assault happening. Now this young lordling had misplaced himself and she would get the blame if anything happened to him. It was really unfair.
The call came in directed at Teesha. She heard his Royal Highness, fifth son of the royal family’s voice and drew a long inward breath. “Sir, where the Hell are you? Do you know of all the trouble you could create dropping out of touch in the middle of a trade negotiation? If some incident had occurred ...”
“Lady Teesha. Look, I’m sorry. I just needed to get away for a little, someplace where no one knew who I was. Yes, I do know of all the trouble I could have caused. It’s been pointed out to me already by someone who will probably be contacting you soon. I don’t have much time before he might come back so please listen.”
“Lord Dorio. Sir, are you in some kind of trouble? Do I need to send someone out to recover you, hopefully discretely? Where Are You?”
“No. I’m good. And it’s probable that I’ll stay that way as long as none of our embassy sees me to correctly identify me. That and you need to vouch for a Lord Cirran as being one of the younger members of the trade delegation brought along for his education. One of the higher lords here is going to, I guess you could say, sponsor me. I’ll have his protection and get to see more of this culture before we have to return home. He knows I’m high born and suspects that I’m in some way connected to the delegation so you wouldn‘t have to really lie about things, just not tell him everything. Maybe you could do a preemptive strike and contact one of their admins about a discrete investigation into if they’ve seen someone of my description. That way they’d contact you about me.” “You’d be able to keep tabs on me from afar. Pleeeease.”
“Sir. Don’t beg, it‘s undignified. Okay. But this has possibilities for rebounding on you and the negotiations. You do realise that, don’t you?”
“Yes. I’ll be careful. I should probably cut off now. Thanks.”
She looked at the comm device. It wasn’t a bad plan. It wasn’t quite what everyone had assumed was the reason he’d been included in the delegation but she thought he’d again been using influence for his own purposes. Hopefully this time he wouldn’t have to kill anyone. She sighed and made the necessary calls.
When she received the call back from Lord Torin’s administrative she felt a moment of disquiet. ‘Lord Dorio, do you know how very close you are to disaster? You’ve somehow found the second son of the Royal Heir to be your caretaker,’ she thought. ‘If only there was some way I could warn you, but you‘ll probably find out soon enough.’ With another sigh, she returned to one of the other thousands of tasks a junior admin needed to accomplish to keep an embassy working smoothly especially with a delegation in residence.
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Torin looked up when his administrative reported in to him. His guest had been vouched for by a person on the embassy staff. Interesting that it was the same person that Cirran had contacted from the comm device in Torin’s rooms. He had had it watched for activity.
“Lord, the individual contacted is listed as a junior admin in residence about 3 years here,” his administrative interrupted Torin‘s thoughts. “That individual doesn’t appear to be connected to any spying effort but we have investigations in progress into her background. Investigations into the young Lord are still preceding. All that is known at this time is that he did arrive with the trade delegation. None of the delegation seem to be worried about a missing child and it doesn‘t appear that he has any duties that were assigned to him as a member of the delegation.”
“In short, you are telling me that there’s a good chance that he may be a spy.” Torin leaned back in his chair.
“Yes, Lord. I’m afraid so,” his administrative said.
“Then I’ll have to watch him carefully. Luckily, I will be keeping him very close to me.” He nodded at his administrative. “Continue the investigations until you are satisfied and let me know what you’ve found. Thank you,” he said in dismissal.
He checked the information that Cirran was accessing from the Archives on Torin’s room media unit. Amazing the speed that he was running through data on the device. Nothing of any value for a spy. It seemed his subject of interest had changed a few times since his capture. One subject discarded shortly after it’s introduction to have another take it’s place. ‘What was he doing?’ He shook his head.
Cirran was going to create a lot of work but Torin would enjoy the benefits. There were investigations that were more intimate that he would do himself. It had been a while since he’d been involved in the information gathering that he normally left to his subordinates. Torin’s face wore a smile as he finished the last items he’d scheduled for that day.
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Warnings:mention of rape, very semi-non con,drugs as restraint
Work in progress, storage
Word count:6120
He stepped into the office of Prof. Eliza. She was reported to be one of the best in the field that he was researching.
“Excuse me Professor. Might I have a word concerning some of your courses? ”
“ I’m running a little late for my workout self defense training class. You may accompany me if you choose and we can talk later.”
He nodded. It wasn’t far across campus to the more physical of the class areas. He proceeded to lean against a wall and watch for a very boring hour. It wasn’t that the class was itself boring but it was only an intermediate class and there were lots of mistakes that weren’t corrected as well as they could have been. Perhaps he’d allowed his opinion show too much because the instructor called him on it, insisting that he come onto the floor for one of the demonstrations.
“ Now just respond as you think you could to an attack. I doubt that you could hurt me,” the instructor said archly.
‘As if.’ He nodded, “Fine. I‘m ready”.
The first attack was one that the class had been working on and he could have handled in his sleep with one arm and probably a leg tied behind his back, he reflected. He countered it smoothly not making a follow up move.
The quickly following second attack was one the class had just been introduced to minutes ago. Again he parried it effortlessly, trying not to give away that he was way past these lessons.
The instructor exasperated, then went through every move that must have been in his less than considerable experience. Attacking again and again. Each move was countered, the victim not even laboring at all. Finally the instructor stopped, panting and a single set of hands clapped.
A dark haired high class male stood hands still clasped together from the claps, his bodyguards arranged around the walls near the door. “That was very good. Let’s see if I can make a dent in your defenses. I like challenges and this will help me warm up for my workout with my cousin.”
He rolled his eyes. ‘Did everyone feel the need to test him tonight?’ He was trying to keep a low profile here. It wouldn’t do to put the other male on his ass too easily, he thought. Forty minutes passed and enough was enough. He made it look like a lucky hit, laying the other out on the floor. Glancing over at the audience, he located the professor he’d wanted to talk to earlier. “I’ll have to get back to you Professor about your classes. They may not fit into my schedule after all.” Calmly, he walked out of the doorway past the bodyguards into the darkness, hoping that they wouldn’t react to his just leaving.
There was a shout of outrage from within the room and he increased his walking speed away along the roadway down towards the gates enclosing the campus. The widely spaced, high lamps throwing spots of illumination down on the walkway that he evaded when he could. The campus wasn’t that far from the city limits, he could easily walk back instead of taking the public transport that would make his slipping away back into the city’s populated areas more iffy. He could hear the pursuit was just starting.
There were a group of individuals moving up the walkway towards him. They were in no hurry it seemed so he moved toward them with the intent to lose himself as if meeting them was his goal. Too late he realized that this might be the ‘cousin’ of the one he was hoping to leave behind. Ill luck made the meeting under a lamp that he couldn’t evade as he was absorbed into the approaching group and him faced with what did indeed appear to be ‘the cousin’.
“Shit.” Okay, not the best introduction to a first meeting with someone. But the other laughed.
“What do we have here?” He looked back up towards the building from which male #1 was exiting hurriedly with his bodyguards.
He thought that if he could just play this cool, the most that would result would be a minor verbal exchange before all parties concerned would lose interest in him. The ‘cousin’ was here to workout or something with the first male after all. They wouldn’t want to be too delayed by a single individual who’d just seemed to accidentally deck his opponent when they could do their own simulated combat.
Male #1 didn’t seem to want to cooperate though. He was all injured pride and recounting the recent attack competition. ‘The cousin’ was interested, listening to the details of each move’s name and counter move.
‘Okay, this was not good.’
‘The cousin’ turned back to look at him, the light overhead casting concealing shadows over the faces of those below it. “Hmm. Let’s have a look at this little warrior,” was said as a hand came up under his chin.
‘Over arrogant prick,’ he thought. He hated individuals lifting his chin like he was some pet to be looked over. He went to jerk his chin up and away from the touch but the hand tightened. Not challenging the other male would probably be a better prospect for getting away from this with less interest in further pursuit. He let his chin be raised up into the light and looked up briefly into the eyes of the other. It was difficult to act submissive when he just wanted to punch the superior acting bastard.
The hand continued to hold his chin. He could feel the eyes moving over his features as an almost physical touch. The hand’s thumb came up and stroked back and forth over his lower lip, stopping pressed against the center line of his mouth. “Open and suck.”
‘Bastard!’ His eyes flew up from their lower gaze to glare into the other male’s. He pressed his lips more tightly together behind the thumb and brought his gaze back to a submissive lowering. Mentally he cataloged where and how many individuals were around him. The thumb stroked back and forth again over his lips and returned to it’s previous position.
“Open that pretty sullen mouth of yours and suck my thumb and maybe I’ll let you go,” amusement was heavy in the words.
‘Dominating bastard!’ With smooth grace he moved, grasping the hand under his chin and pivoting to throw the bastard into his own men. In the confusion of so many bodies moving around in confusion he made it through and ran toward the closed gate. As he got closer he could tell the gate was electrified but with insulation and a running start he should be able to vault it. True the vault would reveal some of his abilities that he’d like to keep hidden but escape was more important. Turning back toward the crowd that slowed at his seeming approach, he stripped off his upper covering winding the fabric around a hand in what would seem to be nervousness. The bastard called out to him, “Lose the pants too and I might forget how angry I am at you.”
‘Thrice damned bastard!’, he thought. He looked over at a fast nearing noise. The public transport was nearing the next gate over, the gate opening. He flashed a smile over at the Bastard and broken into a run for the opening gate. He made it through just as the gate was finishing it’s closing. A short few minutes and the public transport was just in front of him to grasp onto its back and hold on until he was out of sight from the angry shouted orders he could hear and laughter which must have been the first male. He released his grip on the moving vehicle and dropped off beside the lakeside of the road. He slipped into the trees for concealment getting his bearings. The lights of the city’s higher buildings were reflected in the cold ink of the water.
‘Ah, second star sparkle of lights on the left’, he thought very loosely quoting Peter Pan to himself. Not too far to swim and the area he’d come out of the water on the other side would not be too hard to lose himself in. He made sure to leave clear traces of his entry into the water that could be found easily.
If they thought to look for his body drown in the lake then it would either buy him time to more perfectly conceal himself or maybe even lose them entirely if they thought him dead.
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As he woke the next morning safe and warm in his bed, he had to plan what he would do for the next couple days. First to see if there were any news reports of a body sought in the lake. He called up the media player on the facing wall, convenient for watching in bed, he noted. Much time later when the local news had played through for the second time and there was no mention of any drowning, he hrmphed. Either they were idiots and didn’t see the sign he’d left them or they weren’t really interested in expending much effort into finding him or his body ..or they were being very cunning and going to wait him out until he felt safe before sweeping in on him wherever they found him. Call him paranoid but he was going to go with option number three. Looked like the next few days he was going to be spending close to his rooms. Maybe he should make his way into the countryside and lay low enjoying nature up close and personal for many days. He’d leave an inconspicuous bit of fluff attached to the door frame. If the door was opened while he was gone it would be relocated and tell him that he was hunted and his identity discovered. Time then to think about his choices. He moved from the bed to cleanup and gather enough of his stuff to take with him but leaving enough that they would think he hadn’t left. It was going to be a long week, he thought.
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When he returned the fluff was still in place. He breathed out in relief, making for the civility of the cleanser to bring his body back to clean, clean, clean. Roughing it was never a problem and something he liked doing on occasion but it was always good to be , can one say it too often, clean. He’d lay down in the comfort of his bed and go through the news reports again for the time he’d been gone, checking if there’d been any mention of his supposed demise. Tonight, he’d celebrate by going out to a club and dancing, getting lost in the crowd of gyrating bodies and music. He’d remove the primitive experience of country living with a different type of primitive experience and have a good time while doing it.
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The club was everything he’d hoped. The lights. The music. The people. He was in the midst of them working his hips in parodies of lovemaking with any and all around him. Pairing up with one person, rubbing his ass against his partner’s backend for a while and flipping around to partner with the next closest person. He was having a great time with all the like minded other dancers.
As he made his way over to buy himself a drink, he thought that it had been worth coming here. This was just what he needed to relieve the tension he’d been under since his meeting ‘the Cousin/Bastard’. The bartender handed him his drink but waved away his money and pointed towards one of the tables in the murk along the wall. Retrieving the drink, he made his way over toward that table, pausing when he saw his former opponent, Male #1, leaning back watching his approach. Placing the drink down on the table, he noted where the bodyguards were in the group of people about the table.
“Thanks. I don’t suppose that you can forget that you happened to see me here?”, he asked not prepared to believe him if he said yes.
Laughter was his answer. “Torin is going to be so happy to get his hands on you. He’s been hunting. You’re a challenge he’s not likely to forget. He should be here soon to recover you, if he isn‘t already waiting outside.”
“Shit!” “I don’t suppose you’d like to try protecting me?” When the other shook his head ‘no’ with a grin spread across his face, he said, “Didn’t think so. He’s higher ranking than you, isn’t he ?” A nod was answer to that one. “How about, are you going tell him how I’m going to escape?”
A laugh greeted that question. “I’m going to watch the hunt. It’s not often Torin can’t get what he wants. It will be amusing to watch the two of you.“ “Try not to make it too easy for him.”
A big sexy smile quirked over his face and he leaned in to place a slow heated kiss to the lips of Male #1. “You do that and I won‘t.” He made his way over to the opposite wall through the dancing bodies. There was a stair to the next level up and a ladder hidden, if he remembered right, from there up to the roof. The buildings around here weren’t that far apart from each other and in this area of the city they would all be filled with people enjoying the nightlife. It was no problem to gain access to the building’s rooftop. He looked over the edge to down below. The flashy lighting clearly revealed the vehicles below and ‘The Bastard’ in one of them. All waiting for him. Choosing which buildings he was going to jump to in his escape and from there the best place to get to the ground, he scooped up a handful of stones that had somehow migrated to the top of the building. Letting go of first one stone to fall onto the vehicle with Torin in it to see how he’d react, then when that didn’t get much of a response, a few more stones dropping in a small hail. Finally catching Torin’s attention and making him look up. He tossed down one more stone for good measure and gave him a wave goodbye, sprinting across the tops of the buildings and away. The cool night air blowing his hair back, his thoughts were that options could be evaluated in the morning, for now life was good.
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Okay, life wasn’t so good. What was he going to do now? He could relocate to another area on the planet but the big study centers were here in this city and the largest archive was close to his rooms. His present location was optimal for his purposes and it would be annoying to have to resettle somewhere else. One last trip to the Main Archive. He’d pack his things up in the afternoon.
He should have noticed that there were fewer archive users today. When the chair folded around him, something the archivist had told him during the obligatory orientation, the fate of any who tried to steal any of the archive materials, he had a moment of ‘what the fuck‘ before he started panicking. Feeling the backs of fingers stroke down the side of his face did not help that sense of panic. Nor did the, “Got you,” whispered in his ear. When Torin settled his weight beside him to sit on the chair with a smug smile, he gave a jerk of his body trying to wrest his arms out of the chair’s embrace. “Don’t do that,” was frowned at him. “Let me put this around your arm,” carefully a strap was fitted on and tightened down.
“This will help you relax in a bit until we can get to a better place to have a discussion about our new relationship.”
“Relationship? What relationship? We don’t have a relationship. Let. Me. Go.”
“Shhhhh. Just relax and let the drugs work. We’ll talk later,” the Bastard said his thumb stroking over his captive’s lips.
Things got hazy and warm after that. He remembered feeling the thumb press into his mouth and the voice telling him to suck. He remembered the taste and texture of that thumb rubbing in and out over his tongue until his tongue curled around it and he sucked. He remembered the light kiss on his ear and a whispered, “Good boy”. He remembered being helped to stand, of getting into a vehicle and going somewhere cuddled close to the Bastard. He remembered being helped into a cleanser and being placed onto a bed naked. Vaguely, he remembered an examine being done by cool impersonal hands and a discussion taking place above him. And he remembered being held close to a warm body under the covers until he woke when the morning dawned.
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Morning came and he wanted to. There was a hand gliding low over his back in soft caresses in just the right places, his leg was up and over another’s hip while his morning erection was up and rubbing against the other body he was draped over. Subconsciously he noted the heart beating strongly from the chest on which his head lay. It was slow. It was comforting. It was arousing. He didn’t want it to end and he wanted to have an orgasm soon. He heard a soft laugh when he growled in frustration.
He blinked his eyes open, raised his head up and looked into the face of the person he was sprawled over, involved in trying to rub off against. Seeing with that first look, the indulgent smile on the face of his captor, ‘The Bastard’.
He crunched his eyes closed and put his face back down trying to hide in the space between arm and side of the body under him. The Bastard pulled his body over to lay more fully on top of him. Legs straddled on either side of the Bastard’s hips. A quick roll and he was pinned to the bed his wrists clasped in strong hands, his legs made to flare out further under an imprisoning very aroused male body. He couldn’t hide his face from the one resting up on his elbows looking down at him. He couldn’t hide his reaction to the rocking of the other’s cock against his own or the impatient groan as he tried to increase the tempo which the other wouldn’t allow. His thoughts were scattered and scattering. He just wanted to come so bad. “Please.”
“Since you’ve asked so nicely. Yes.,” said the gloating voice and the tempo sped up until, “Now. Come for me.”
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He. Was. Going. To. Kill the Bastard, was his first thought after recovering from the visual whiting out experience. Needless to say, the bed was a mess and he hoped that the Bastard had been careful in his previous sexual encounters so that he wasn’t out spreading disease to his partners, most prominently his most recent partner.
The narcotic band was gone from his upper arm, he was relieved to notice. He hadn’t yet regained his sharp edges but at least he wasn’t all gooey soft on his resistance to manipulation anymore. The guy must be really hard up for a date if he had to drug the one he was with to have a ‘meaningful’ relationship.
Slowly he pulled himself up to a sitting position, cataloging any unexplained aches in lower portions of his body. Nope. He could sit just fine. He’d been spared that at least. Maybe the Bastard was just making a point with his capture and domination. He sure hoped so. That examine that he vaguely remembered was a bit worrying though. Then again the Bastard, on a good note, might be very careful in checking out his bed partners’ health.
Not hearing any noise from the exterior room he could just see through the doorway, he made his way into the cleansing room to do the normal morning relief and cleanup. The cleanser provided him with the nondescript clothing he favored. Time to move out into the world.
The larger room had an occupant involved in going through some kind of document perusal. The Bastard looked up at him and indicated the tray on the table in front of him. “I had some food brought up for us. Feel free.” He put aside the document reader. “We can have our discussion while you eat.” As he moved into the seating area towards the food and helped himself to a cup of the warm scented beverage, he heard the Bastard say, “We can start with who you are.”
He countered, “How about instead, we discuss your reasons to think you had the right to capture me.” Smoothly he added, “It’s not like I’ve done anything wrong to be subjected to such, surely, illegal actions.”
The Bastard grinned. “There’s illegal and then there’s illegal, now isn’t there,” he said arching his eyebrows. “We could overlook the assault on a very highly placed lord” he raised his fingers to stop the clearly intended interruption, “as well as the witnessed non-payment for riding on a public transport”.
“There is the reimbursement for the official search of the lake for a body…”
“You did not do that last, I checked. There was no mention of anyone having drown or a search for a body.” He leaned over slowly and carefully placed his cup on the table with a final click.
“Do you lose individuals so frequently that they do not get reported to the public or does your public not care about such things.” ‘Ooops. The ‘your public’ was a misstep,’ he thought.
Clearly from the light triumphantly gleaming in the Bastard’s eyes, he thought so. “You want to admit something, at this point?”
“I never said that I was local,” he countered. “Is there something illegal about that?” he said trying to make a recovery.
“The assault on a lord is a farce. I was given no choice in refusing to spar with him.” He began his own attack. “As far as the non-payment for use of a public transport, I was in a threatening situation and will gladly pay the fee that I didn’t have the opportunity to do before, thinking myself in peril at the time.”
“I’ve acted as a law abiding citizen under the circumstances.”
“Ah now that is a consideration point,” was returned. “What does one consider a ‘citizen’ and of where?”
“Shall we go back to the original question. Who. Are. You?”
“ I don’t have to answer your questions,” he rose to stand in simulated outrage.
His wrist was caught and his body spun until he was bent over the back of the substantial seating unit, the Bastard’s body blanketing his back. “Oh. Yes. You. Do,” was said back to him.
“Get the fuck off me, Bastard.” His reflexes must still be wonky to be so easily maneuvered into this position.
“We’ll consider the fucking, after you answer my questions to my satisfaction. Then, you can see to my ‘other’ satisfactions. You have a talented sucking ability in that mouth of yours.”
‘God, did the man have to gloat so much?’ “You are a pervert, Bastard. Do you drug all your bed partners to get your way because I can tell you it’s not a very good foreplay tactic. Good for about one unwilling experience but maybe that‘s all you can hope for.” He knew he should stop taunting the Bastard but it was almost impossible to stop himself. He shrugged.
“I’d say we are both enjoying this foreplay.” He ran his hand down the pinned body of his captive and pressed on the waiting hardness there. “I am.” “But I want questions answered first before I delve more deeply into my expanding desire for exploring your many possibilities.” He abruptly released him and moved back seating himself in a position to intercept any attempts to access the door. “I had an examine done on you while you were,” he paused, “resting. I’d like to discuss the healer’s findings. It would be helpful if you‘d at least provide a name for yourself before we start.”
“Are you going to tell me that I have some incurable disease or that you may have infected me with some sexually transmitted pathogen that I will in future need to acquaint my lover with before proposing a lasting relationship ? “ Seeing the words starting to be shaped by the other he said, “Fine,” quickly reviewing which of his names he could give without revealing too much, “You can call me Cirran.”
“Cirran” the name was said in a purr. “I very pleased to meet you.” An eye roll met the implications with the way this statement was said, which drew a laugh from the speaker. “No, you are very healthy but with a bad case of virgin. Thankfully that last condition can be cured and it won‘t hurt too much with your cooperation and my care.” That drew another laugh from the bastard at his cleverness.
“The examine did reveal another condition though that needs to be looked into. You are not, as you admitted, a local. Far from it, in fact. Unless we are talking about one of the local embassies of which one just happens to have a delegation here currently negotiating trade agreements. Interesting coincidence, don‘t you think, your turning up since I would know you or at least of you, if you had been here for any length of time.”
‘Damn.’ He felt reduced to a child when his parent caught him in a infraction. “Um,” tentatively, “no.”
He could tell that the bastard thought he was cute. Cue eye roll.
“Cirran, Cirran, Cirran. You might as well tell me. Save the embarrassment of making an official inquiry to your embassy during the so fragile time of pending negotiations. Depending how important you are to your people, it could bias the results. I’m placing you as quite well connected to someone within the delegation.”
“Are you planning on using that to gain concessions,” he asked in outrage. “Yes, I’ll be in disgrace. A big disappointment to my parent if my actions biased the outcome of the treaty. But I did nothing wrong. A youthful irresponsibility, nothing more then an unsupervised tasting of a culture that we think we want to trade with,” he said with rising voice. He snapped his hand outward from the wrist, “whatever”, and threw himself down on the seating in a sullen slouch.
“Will you stop being so cutely offended and just answer my questions. I’ve no intention of revealing your indiscretions. I’m hoping you and I can add to those indiscretions actually. But we’re going to have some honesty between us and probably let it be known that you are my guest so that we don’t have to hide you. Don’t you think that your embassy is wasting resources trying to locate you when they should be concentrating on the terms of the treaty?”
“Oh.” Cirran looked at Torin. After a pause, “I’m not going to have sex with you. That would be irresponsible. But I don’t mind being your guest, unofficially of course. I want to get back to your Archives.”
“We’ve already had sex, just not as advanced as I’d like to enjoy.” Torin leered at him too artificially. “The Archives should be fine though the media center here,” he waved at the wall display, “can give you just as much access. If you’re with me then security will not be a problem but if I’m not with you then we have to determine which party provides the bodyguards. I’m thinking I will, as your host. You are of legal age for sharing sex in your culture, aren’t you Cirran? Statutory rape could be considered a biasing factor to a mutually satisfying treaty.”
“Rape of any kind, I think would be considered to be a biasing factor. Yes, I’m legal. No, I’m not having sex,” Torin’s eyebrow rose, “all right,” with a loud huff of irritation, “any more sex with you.”
"Thank you for your honesty and” with emphasis, “for revealing that you’re legal. I was beginning to doubt that last one. You could have lied about your age, you know. You can’t be much past legal though. You’re much too attractive to still be a virgin, if you were much older. It won’t be rape by the way,” was said with a smile. “When I take you, you will be very willing,” a small chuckle, “I’ll make sure of that. It‘s a huge responsibility to introduce a virgin properly to the joys of sex but it‘s one I really,” he said pompously, glancing with a speaking look at the young man, “really, can’t see myself not putting my best efforts towards.”
“As long as it’s not rape and that includes not using the help of drugs, I don’t mind if you ,” pauses, “try. Flirtation is fun,” he said in carefree nonchalance spoiled immediately with a grin.
“Brat. There’s going to be more than flirtation, that’s for sure. Everything will be done discretely but kisses done correctly can be done in public. And that’s just the start,” Torin’s voice deepened.
Cirran shivered. There was a lot of promise in Torin’s tone. He wondered what he was getting himself into.
He needed to contact his embassy. His real identity had to be hidden or that promise in Torin’s tone of voice might mean something totally different. When he returned a muted, “You wish,” to Torin’s plans, he wasn’t sure what he wished for himself. Anonymity had its benefits and its drawbacks.
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Torin went away for a bit to supposedly set in motion Cirran’s coming out as his guest. Cirran considered bolting to the embassy and disappearing for a while. He’d probably get pulled into the learning experience of sitting and listening to dull long discussions of things that were not his responsibility now nor likely to be in the future. He’d planned on a future in academic research. Which field he wasn’t sure about yet but he’d hoped to explore that in the Archives here, far away from the sycophants at home who knew of his ties to the ruling family and who would try to use him to garner the monitory support for them that his interest would create.
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Teesha was a junior admin to the ambassador stationed permanently here. She’d been the one to handle the issue of a lost puppy of a young lordling who couldn’t stay where he’d been set. Really the boy was more a nuisance now that he’d come into his adulthood without any real responsibilities than he’d ever been when he was younger. She’d heard enough about his actions through embassy gossip. She knew he could probably take care of himself here. He was frighteningly intelligent with anything he’d put his mind to and she’d seen him once on an informational disk recording of an attempted assassination. He’d killed several of the attackers on his own using only his body as a weapon. What he’d been doing on that planet when the culture there was barely civilized she did not know, but she could guess that he might have had some responsibility for the assault happening. Now this young lordling had misplaced himself and she would get the blame if anything happened to him. It was really unfair.
The call came in directed at Teesha. She heard his Royal Highness, fifth son of the royal family’s voice and drew a long inward breath. “Sir, where the Hell are you? Do you know of all the trouble you could create dropping out of touch in the middle of a trade negotiation? If some incident had occurred ...”
“Lady Teesha. Look, I’m sorry. I just needed to get away for a little, someplace where no one knew who I was. Yes, I do know of all the trouble I could have caused. It’s been pointed out to me already by someone who will probably be contacting you soon. I don’t have much time before he might come back so please listen.”
“Lord Dorio. Sir, are you in some kind of trouble? Do I need to send someone out to recover you, hopefully discretely? Where Are You?”
“No. I’m good. And it’s probable that I’ll stay that way as long as none of our embassy sees me to correctly identify me. That and you need to vouch for a Lord Cirran as being one of the younger members of the trade delegation brought along for his education. One of the higher lords here is going to, I guess you could say, sponsor me. I’ll have his protection and get to see more of this culture before we have to return home. He knows I’m high born and suspects that I’m in some way connected to the delegation so you wouldn‘t have to really lie about things, just not tell him everything. Maybe you could do a preemptive strike and contact one of their admins about a discrete investigation into if they’ve seen someone of my description. That way they’d contact you about me.” “You’d be able to keep tabs on me from afar. Pleeeease.”
“Sir. Don’t beg, it‘s undignified. Okay. But this has possibilities for rebounding on you and the negotiations. You do realise that, don’t you?”
“Yes. I’ll be careful. I should probably cut off now. Thanks.”
She looked at the comm device. It wasn’t a bad plan. It wasn’t quite what everyone had assumed was the reason he’d been included in the delegation but she thought he’d again been using influence for his own purposes. Hopefully this time he wouldn’t have to kill anyone. She sighed and made the necessary calls.
When she received the call back from Lord Torin’s administrative she felt a moment of disquiet. ‘Lord Dorio, do you know how very close you are to disaster? You’ve somehow found the second son of the Royal Heir to be your caretaker,’ she thought. ‘If only there was some way I could warn you, but you‘ll probably find out soon enough.’ With another sigh, she returned to one of the other thousands of tasks a junior admin needed to accomplish to keep an embassy working smoothly especially with a delegation in residence.
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Torin looked up when his administrative reported in to him. His guest had been vouched for by a person on the embassy staff. Interesting that it was the same person that Cirran had contacted from the comm device in Torin’s rooms. He had had it watched for activity.
“Lord, the individual contacted is listed as a junior admin in residence about 3 years here,” his administrative interrupted Torin‘s thoughts. “That individual doesn’t appear to be connected to any spying effort but we have investigations in progress into her background. Investigations into the young Lord are still preceding. All that is known at this time is that he did arrive with the trade delegation. None of the delegation seem to be worried about a missing child and it doesn‘t appear that he has any duties that were assigned to him as a member of the delegation.”
“In short, you are telling me that there’s a good chance that he may be a spy.” Torin leaned back in his chair.
“Yes, Lord. I’m afraid so,” his administrative said.
“Then I’ll have to watch him carefully. Luckily, I will be keeping him very close to me.” He nodded at his administrative. “Continue the investigations until you are satisfied and let me know what you’ve found. Thank you,” he said in dismissal.
He checked the information that Cirran was accessing from the Archives on Torin’s room media unit. Amazing the speed that he was running through data on the device. Nothing of any value for a spy. It seemed his subject of interest had changed a few times since his capture. One subject discarded shortly after it’s introduction to have another take it’s place. ‘What was he doing?’ He shook his head.
Cirran was going to create a lot of work but Torin would enjoy the benefits. There were investigations that were more intimate that he would do himself. It had been a while since he’d been involved in the information gathering that he normally left to his subordinates. Torin’s face wore a smile as he finished the last items he’d scheduled for that day.
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Date: 2009-08-01 05:24 pm (UTC)one correction: "He didn’t want it to end and he wanted to have an organism soon." Orgasm, yes?
^^; That's the only one I remember.
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Date: 2009-08-01 07:44 pm (UTC)Am surprised you didn't find more. Writing at 3am is quiet,the mind wants to sleep but there's this story that wants out...
Thank you for reading and the catch. It means a lot.
*goes off the make Cirran not give birth*