Chapter Six
Lieutenant? Blake stilled and gazed up at Davos in shock. “Davos?” he whispered and saw him shake his head and rub his hand over his face. He turned away, going back to the other side of the table.
Davos glanced back at the two guards. “See to it that the young man is put to bed with no more rough treatment. I’ll be checking the security footage personally to make sure my orders are obeyed this time.”
The guards gave him a salute, their heads lowered, one fist to the chest and the other raised in the air, similar to the old Tygerian salute Davos had given Blake so long ago when they had first met. Blake hadn’t seen one of those in a long time.
They each took one of Derrick’s arms and lifted him from the chair. Derrick looked around in confusion and Blake called out to him. “I’ll be coming soon, sweetheart. Don’t fight them. Try to get some rest and I’ll find you again.”
Derrick nodded and the guards took him away. Blake tried to wrench his arm from Davos’s grip. “Let me go!”
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Davos said, mocking the endearment Blake had used for Derrick. “Have you forgotten your promises so soon? You told me if I got a doctor for your boy, then you’d tell me everything you knew. You promised, actually.”
“Why did you call me lieutenant just now?”
Davos looked blank. “What?”
“You called me lieutenant. I’m not in the army.”
“You must have told me you were.”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I would have remembered. Davos, you must remember me. Look at me, darling. You have to know who I am.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re my prisoner, Blake Cameron, according to what you’ve told me. That’s all I know. And you promised that if I got the boy a doctor, you’d tell me what you know.”
“And I will tell you everything. But the thing is…” he said with a smug little smile. “I don’t know anything other than what I’ve already told you.” He shrugged at Davos’s incredulous and angry look and tried again to push him away. “Now take your damn hands off me.”
Blake gazed defiantly at Davos and tried desperately not to show any fear. He knew how far he’d pushed him, and he also knew that this version of Davos was not the same as the one he’d always known, though he was encouraged by the fact he’d called him lieutenant. When they had first met, his husband Davos had used that term often, because he’d said it was the Alliance lieutenant who was his real enemy and not Blake. He’d vowed to get rid of the lieutenant and bragged that he’d finally done it. His use of the term now made him hopeful that his Davos was there with at least some of his memories intact.
Davos was staring down at Blake with those blue eyes with the elongated pupil—like a cat’s eyes—and he looked big and dangerous and barely civilized as he snarled at him over his little deception. But seriously, what else could he have done to make him call a doctor for Derrick? At the same time, if his Davos was a part of him, and every instinct he had said he was, then he had no reason to be afraid, because he would never hurt him.
He’d told Davos to let him go, but instead he took hold of his arms and pulled him even closer, which Blake knew he would do. Davos would never allow anyone to tell him what to do, and he hated being manipulated or lied to. Absolutely hated it. But Blake was counting on the heavy sexual tension between them, which had always been both extreme and explosive to come to his aid now. Davos had pulled his body up against him so closely, Blake could feel every line of muscle and bone on his body, not to mention the hard, distinct bulge between his legs. Blake lowered his hand to that huge bulge and cupped as much as he could of it with one hand.
Davos flinched only slightly and blew out a surprised breath through his nose. He leaned over toward Blake, trying to intimidate him. Blake leaned with him, holding onto him. Davos’s voice came out breathy and harsh as Blake’s fingers dug into him. “I’m going to fuck that ass of yours until you scream for mercy. I’m going to use you until you beg. Till you get down on your knees to me. And then I’ll chain you to my bed and use you up. Fuck you every night until there’s nothing left.”
Blake looked up at him and smiled. “Oh yeah? Well then, what are you waiting for?”
He grabbed Blake by the arm and dragged him out the door of the guard house. Blake had to scramble to get his feet under him and keep up. When they reached the gate, Davos punched in a code that he didn’t even bother to hide from Blake—he was that confident Blake wasn’t going anywhere, apparently.
He made his way down shadowy sidewalks made of crushed stone to the building where he had his office, only a little bigger than all the other buildings in the compound. Blake had already noticed how little pomp and ceremony surrounded Davos on this world. At home, he never went anywhere—never was allowed to go anywhere—without a retinue of aides and guards. Here he had guards on call, of course, but they didn’t accompany him wherever he went, a factor which could work to Blake’s advantage if he ever figured out how he could escape.
But escape to what? Where? If Derrick’s theory was correct and they were in some alternate universe, then Blake didn’t have any friends or alliances. No one he could go to for help. So far in this world, Derrick was the only one he could count on, and Davos had just had him taken away. At Blake’s request, of course, but he still didn’t know where Derrick was now or when he’d see him again.
He knew that his Davos was inside there. He had to be. But how could he reach him? In the past, the one way they had always been able to connect had been through sex, and he was willing to try that here and now if it would help. If it would bring his Davos closer to the surface.
Or was this whole thing crazy? Was this man simply some figment of his disordered imagination? Had he wanted to see Davos so much that his imagination had cooked this one up for him? His handsome face was the same. The powerful, sculpted, heavy muscles were the same as they always had been. This body, too, both beautiful and savage, and Blake knew it as well as his own. Better, since his tongue had been on every inch of it. Still this Davos—this version of him—was even more fierce if that was possible. Was he real? Or only wishful thinking?
They reached the building that housed Davos’s office and he pulled Blake behind him, slamming and locking the door as they entered. He whirled around and stalked toward Blake, looking more like a predator than Blake had ever seen him. Blake’s heart was hammering in his chest, trying to beat its way through his rib cage, though he still didn’t believe Davos would ever intentionally hurt him.
Davos bent him back over his arm and he held out pretty well with Davos’s first devastating, overpowering kiss, even though low moaning escaped his throat despite his best efforts. He even held out as Davos’s teeth nipped his bottom lip and then his rough tongue lapped over it to bathe away the sting. Even when he cupped Blake’s ass in his hands and pulled him up off his feet so he could kiss him more easily, he barely managed not to struggle. Holding Blake off the ground with one hand, he gripped the back of his neck, thus controlling him completely. Blake was pinned in his arms, unable to move much at all. Davos pulled back to smile cruelly down at him, then bit down on the tender skin of Blake’s throat. For one frenzied moment, Blake thought he might tear out his flesh, but then the mauling gentled to something more tender. He began to nuzzle Blake’s throat and kiss up along his jaw and the side of his face. He walked with Blake in his arms across the room to lower his ass to the desk. Blake could feel Davos’s huge cock press into his groin as he pinned him there, running his hands over his back, squeezing and caressing and petting him, devouring him with kisses while his hands explored.
With a wicked grin, he pushed Blake back on the desk and threw up the robe he was wearing. He lowered his head and buried his nose in Blake’s blond bush of pubic hair and sucked in a deep breath. “You smell good” he said, his voice a deep and rumbling growl. Too far gone in lust to be gentle, Davos snaked out a long tongue and licked a stripe of fire down Blake’s dick. Nuzzling his balls, he continued licking downward as he pushed Blake’s legs in the air and folded him in half to expose his ass.
“Hold them there,” he ordered, and Blake nodded, feeling breathless.
Blake screamed a little as Davos’s head dipped again and he burned a path with his tongue along the crease of Blake’s ass until it reached his entrance. Davos thrust in his long tongue as Blake groaned with wanton lust and cried out. With his hands free, Davos pulled off his own clothes and flung them to the floor before bending over him again.
He fell on top of Blake, grinding his huge erection into Blake’s stomach, sliding through Blake’s pre-cum until he was moving against Blake’s dick, the heat blasting along Blake’s length like a furnace.
Davos’s hands stroked Blake’s body, while his mouth nuzzled and kissed his throat. He thrust against him and Blake could feel Davos’s power—power that he was holding back so he wouldn’t hurt Blake. There was such a huge difference in their sizes. Still, Blake didn’t fear him. He knew instinctively that Davos would never hurt him or allow anyone else to hurt him. Davos moved his head to wickedly hover back over Blake’s dick where he traced delicate circles with his tongue around the head of Blake’s cock before he engulfed it with his mouth and sucked him hard.
Davos’s tongue licked and sucked at Blake’s pre-cum. His hands held Blake in place, exactly where he wanted him and he slanted Blake a look that shot through his body and curled around his spine. “Be still.” He flashed Blake an evil grin. “And take it. You’re going to tell me everything you know. Everything.”
“Davos, please!”
“I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep my people safe, do you understand? And you’ll do whatever I say.” Wet heat engulfed the head of Blake’s cock again and a long tongue slipped inside his slit. “Tell me you understand and that you’ll do as you’re told!”
Blake cried out, his orgasm tingling down his spinal column and lodging in his balls. If he could concentrate for just a moment more and Davos would touch his tongue there one more time, then…
“Say you understand.”
“Davos, please.”
He bent suddenly and nipped sharp teeth at the head of Blake’s cock, making it wilt. “You’re not listening. You have to listen to me.”
Blake moaned and shook his head wildly, and Davos grinned an evil grin down at him. His head bobbed up and down over Blake’s dick, causing his cock to plump quickly back up, and bringing him right back to the edge.
He wet his finger and thrust it inside Blake, crooking up unerringly to find his prostate. Like he knew exactly where it was. Blake moaned again and surged toward him, wrapping his arms around his neck. Davos pulled away for a moment to scoop up more wetness from Blake’s stomach and then pushed in another finger. Blake rocked his hips and sought to bury him as deeply as he could inside him. He leaned down to suck Blake’s balls into his mouth, then covered his cock again and sucked him down his throat. Blake came convulsively, screaming Davos’s name. There had been no way to stop it. If this was some kind of hallucination or dream, then he would allow himself to be swept away by it.
Davos swallowed him down, sucking him until it became almost painful. Blake pushed at his shoulders before finally pulling off and rising to his feet to look down at him, his huge cock swaying slightly as he moved.
“My turn, sweetheart,” he murmured and began to stroke himself, knowing Blake was watching. “Do you need this?” The wet tip of his massive cock kissed Blake’s hole and nudged its way just inside. Blake would need more lubrication than just a little cum to take that big member inside him. Thankfully, he leaned over Blake and pulled out his desk drawer, searching around inside it. His big body held Blake firmly in place, pinned to his desk beneath him.
He came back with a bottle of oil in his hand and dribbled some over his cock and down onto Blake. Using his fingers, he spread the generous amount of oil over him, then eased himself inside, pushing gently at first, then thrusting harder, nailing Blake’s prostate again, sending a bolt of pleasure from his ass to his dick. Blake’s toes curled and he whimpered just once, too blissed out to say a word. He kept pushing in until his balls touched Blake’s and then leaned in to kiss him again.
Davos’s lips brushed over his and he gazed down into Blake’s eyes. “Are you all right?” he whispered and Blake nodded. He focused on relaxing his muscles and letting Davos slide inside him—in and out, setting up a wild rhythm that pulsed throughout Blake’s entire body.
His hips thrust again and again before he pulled away to stare down at Blake, his eyes greedy and predatory. “Show me how much you want me.”
Blake groaned and writhed beneath him as he held his cock rigid and still buried deep inside him. Blake squirmed and pushed up against him, shuddering and trying to make him move again. Trying hard to maneuver his hips so he could make Davos rake over his sweet spot again. Blake shimmied and wiggled shamelessly until at last Davos growled and began to move again, harder and deeper with each thrust of his hips.
Blake began to come with another shuddering cry, the cum spurting wet and hot between them, long streams of it that splashed up on their chests and coated their stomachs. Davos came too, with a shout, his cock red hot in Blake’s ass as he held himself rigid and shot again and again, deep inside Blake, then after a moment, he heaved himself up and stood there, panting for breath, looking down at Blake.
For his part, Blake felt as if he were boneless. With a great effort, he rose to a sitting position and wrapped his legs around Davos’s hips. Davos looked down at him in surprise.
“Is this the part where you chain me to your bed?” he asked, nipping along Davos’s jaw with his teeth.
“As a matter of fact, it is,” he said, grinning down at Blake. “You little smart-mouthed human.” Blake leaned toward him and took his cock in his hand, making him suck in a quick breath.
“Are you sure you want me chained up just yet? It would be a shame to stop now.”
He picked Blake up off the desk enough to thrust his cock into his ass again. Blake’s eyes widened at quickness of his recovery. He began to walk back toward the bedroom with Blake impaled on his dick. “Who said we were stopping? You have a long night ahead of you, human.”
“I’m counting on it,” Blake said, panting for breath and lifted his face for a kiss.
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Blake awoke suddenly the next morning as the covers were pulled off him and the cool air struck his warm skin. He looked up to see Davos standing over him, frowning down at him and handing him his robe and the boots he hadn’t seen since he’d first arrived on Tveir wearing them.
“You need to get dressed,” Davos said, his tone matter of fact, even cool and impersonal—as if the night before had never happened. “A transport for prisoners arrived early, long before first light. I was notified of it as soon as I awoke this morning, and the transport is leaving soon. We’ll both be on it.”
“Leaving? I-I don’t understand.”
“Once a prisoner is captured or a criminal is arrested, they’re brought here for processing and then moved to the capital city when it comes time for them to stand trial. After sentencing they’re either brought back to finish out their sentence and be incarcerated here, or executed in the city, as the case may be.” He gazed down at Blake’s widened eyes. “Enough questions. You just have time enough to eat before I have to send for the guards to take you to the transport.”
“What?” Blake said, trying to knuckle the sleep from his eyes. “Just slow down—I won’t leave here without Derrick!”
“I’ll remind you again that you don’t make the rules, Lieutenant!” Blake stared at him a moment before shaking his head. How could he be so different from the way they’d been last night?
“You called me lieutenant again,” he reminded him softly. “Are you still saying you don’t remember what that meant between us?”
A hot flush worked its way up the skin of Davos’s throat to stain his cheeks. Blake wondered if he actually had no idea why he’d called him by that Alliance army rank or if it was just some crazy fluke? Hearing the name, however, caused Blake to feel a dull aching in his chest.
Davos shook his head. “I don’t know what this delusion of yours is…I simply misspoke.”
“No, that’s not it, I think. Maybe some part of you remembers you used to call me that. Especially when you were angry at me. That’s it, isn’t it?”
“I didn’t remember anything! I said I misspoke and that’s an end to it.” He turned his back on Blake and walked toward the door as if to hide the sudden agitation he seemed to be displaying. Blake stared after him silently.
“I still won’t leave without my son,” Blake called after him.
He stopped and turned to look at Blake. “I’ve told you that you don’t make the rules,” he replied irritably. “The Tygerian is leaving too, as it happens, along with the pirates he was captured with, but you shouldn’t be so happy about it. He’ll stand trial with the others, as will you.”
He turned to glance back at Blake, who had lifted one eyebrow. “Trial? You’re going to put us on trial?”
“For suspected espionage.” At the look on Blake’s face, he stepped back toward him and caressed the side of his face. “Don’t look so worried. I’ll testify for you. Explain that your mind is unsettled. You’ll be all right.”
“And my son? What about him?”
“I can’t answer for the Tygerian boy.”
“Oh, you’ll answer for him, all right,” Blake said, his voice rising. Pushing Davos’s hand away, he jumped to his feet with his fists clenched. “I swear to God, Davos, if you let anything happen to my boy, I’ll…”
Davos was on him in seconds, putting a hand around his throat and pulling him up to stand on his toes. “You’ll do what, human? At first this attitude of yours was almost amusing, but I’m finding it tiresome now. I suggest you apologize.” He tightened his grip, but rather than struggle against him, Blake simply stared deeply into his eyes. When tears filled Blake’s eyes and slid down his cheeks, Davos responded as if a cold glass of water had been dashed in his face. He quickly dropped his hand and stepped back, his breathing becoming harsh.
“Don’t do that,” he said, his voice a little ragged around the edges. “Why do you do that?”
“It’s just that for a moment there, I realized I…I miss my husband more than I thought possible.”
Davos felt a surge of hot jealousy, and lifted his head to snarl at Blake again. “You dare to mention another man to my face after spending the night in my bed?” He made a wordless sound of rage and turned again to stalk toward the door.
“Get dressed. The transport will be leaving soon for Haggoz City to take you all for trial.”
“Haggoz City?”
“Our capital city.”
“Why that name?”
“Why not?” He looked at Blake suspiciously. “Why? Do you know it?”
“I know General Haggoz, yes. And his mate and children.”
Davos shook his head. “Fantasies again. Our city is named after one of our great fallen heroes of the war, and he never married. Haggoz was a general. A much-decorated general who was killed in the third Battle of Lycanus.”
“Oh my God. I hate this world of yours so much.”
Davos looked at him oddly, but then motioned for him to hurry up. “Stop wasting time,” he said, his voice impatient. “You need to get dressed and take another injection of medicine. Your fantasies are getting worse, it seems. I’ll call for a physician while you eat. You’ll be put in with the general population on the transport, and taken off when we land to be put in a holding cell there until your trial. It may be hours before you’re fed again.”
“Will I get to be with Derrick?”
Davos gave him a dark look. “Yes,” he said, practically spitting out the word. “I’ll send the two of you over together. But be careful. Some of the prisoners are violent—particularly the Lycans—and they’ll harm you if given an opportunity. Even the guards can be…just do as they say and you’ll be fine. I’ll caution them about you. And stay away from the other prisoners.”
“I won’t bother them if they don’t bother me, I can tell you that for free. But what’s going to happen to us?”
“All captives have to be scanned and registered in the system. And then put on trial.”
“Did you say earlier that you’re coming too?”
“The palace is in the city, yes. Now stop asking so many questions and get ready. There’s food waiting for you.” He turned and took off out of the room, leaving Blake staring at the door that slammed behind him.