Bound by Fate-The Next Generation

 Szin's Story~Two days before turning of age by Ta’Narian standards… age 18~ Raiden and Szin were on Ta’Nar, and on the prowl. With a flyer that had warp capability they could reach the ‘big city’, as they called it, in no time. They planned to hit the srab, the equivalent to bars on Earth, and party hard. Szin, in particular, had plans for tonight.
One way or the other he had to break this bond between him and Takeo before Takeo made the worse mistake of his life—claiming him as a mate. And, Szin knew he was running out of time. The past few days Takeo had been very… aggressive. “So, how does it feel knowing in two days you’ll be a man?” Raiden asked once they were at a table.  “I really don’t see what the big deal is,” Szin shrugged.    “Damn,” Raiden said, looking around. “This place is packed. I’m gonna dance for a while. Order me an akdov to drink. I’ll get this round if you’ll get the next.” “Deal.”
“And if I disappear for a while—” Raiden purred as he stared at a certain male on the dance floor, one he knew well “—don’t come looking for me.” “Oh man, someone’s ass is gonna be sore tomorrow,” Szin laughed. “Damn straight.” Raiden winked as he left.
Several hours, and one too many drinks later, Szin staggered outside. His head spun, and his vision was blurry. His tolerance for alcohol wasn’t the same as Raiden’s. Leaning against the wall, Szin looked out at the lake near the srab, lost in though. He was ready to lose his virginity, but no one seemed interested in taking it off his hands.  “Swear to God, I can’t even give it away,” Szin whispered.
The first thing every male did was check his hair for a strip of color. Then throw in the symbols on his neck that classified him as royalty and most males wouldn’t come near him. He hadn’t planned on getting wasted tonight, but every male he approached avoided him like he had the Flugarina Bleed, a very deadly disease.  Little did he know that it wasn’t him that had the other males keeping their distance, it was the one who stood in the shadows with menacing red eyes and fangs that had the other males staying away. They got the message quick. This lovely, delectable Ta’Narian—who only looked human—was claimed, even if he didn’t know it yet. Standing several feet way, Takeo watched Szin. I’ve waited long enough. You are mine, Szin, and by the Gods, you need to realize it. 
“What are you doing out here?” Takeo asked from the shadows.  Szin jumped when an arm braced itself next to his head on the wall. “Takeo? I didn’t know you were here. I ain’t doin’ nothin’. Why?”
“You don’t need to be alone out here.” Takeo moved closer, slowly entrapping Szin. “It’s not safe, and you’re drunk.”
“Yeah, right,” Szin slurred, leaning against the wall. “I’m s-safe, trust me.” “Really? Szin, you wouldn’t see a threat until it bit you on the ass.”
Szin laughed loudly, and nearly fell over. “No one’s ‘terested in threatenin’ me, or bitin’ my ass.”
“That’s where you are wrong. Very wrong.” Takeo moved so fast Szin didn’t have time to react. A warm, muscular body slammed into his, pinning Szin against the wall. Forcefully, Takeo kissed Szin, the brute strength making Szin gasp. Takeo pinned those fluttering hands of Szin’s against the wall as he devoured him. He was hungry, starving, nearly out of his mind for a taste of this male. 
The connection he felt for the smaller male roared to life and Takeo knew this was his mate, the one that would belong to him. Szin was wasting time fighting this bond. Desperate for more, Takeo ground his hard dick onto Szin, growling when he felt Szin’s hard-on trapped by layers of clothes.  Szin couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, but by God, he could feel. That… something that always lurked close to the surface whenever Takeo was near burst free and consumed Szin as Takeo’s kiss ignited a need deep within his body. Szin whimpered into the kiss, giving in to the desire that raced through him. Once Szin stopped fighting, Takeo gentled the kiss, brushing his mouth over Szin’s, then nipped his bottom lip. Moaning, his head spinning, Szin gave himself over to the feeling. 
Takeo lifted his mouth from Szin’s kissed bruised lips and watched the flush of desire that highlighted Szin’s cheeks. Holding Szin’s wrists hostage, Takeo dropped to his knees and rubbed his face against Szin’s groin. The smell of aroused male drove his own desire higher. He had to taste him… had to. “Keep your hands against the wall, and don’t move,” Takeo growled, the command clear.
Quickly unbuttoning Szin’s snaps, he reached into those tight pants. His hand brushed damp silken mesh that held what he sought. Glancing up, he noted that Szin’s head was thrown back against the wall, the veins in his neck bulging, his chest heaving. Grinning slightly, he released Szin’s dick. It wasn’t long, but it was thick, smooth, and achingly hard. Precome leaked from the head. There was no hair that Takeo could feel, and his mouth watered.
“Please,” Szin whispered. “Oh God… please.” 
Takeo dipped his head down, licking, tasting. The heat and the musky scent of aroused flesh had Takeo panting. Taking the top of Szin’s dick into his mouth, he ran his forked tongue across the head, listening to the sound he dragged out of Szin. He eased down the shaft, wetting it as he went while Szin shook above him. Moving his head, he slowly bobbed up and down. Szin’s hand left the wall to angle in the long silken hair. Takeo immediately stopped, and pulled off. 
“Put your hand back, or I’m done,” Takeo hissed.
A small strangled moan sounded above him as Szin’s hand clutched his hair, then moved his hands back against the wall.
“Very good,” Takeo praised, pleased with how well Szin followed his instruction.
The feelings racing through Szin’s body confused him, and made his head spin. He wanted Takeo with all that he was. Just because he knew they wouldn’t make a good match didn’t mean he didn’t desire Takeo… hell… love him desperately was more like it. What he didn’t understand this need he had to… obey Takeo. But God, his hot mouth on his throbbing dick was heaven. Takeo worked him with a skill that had Szin ready to shoot. He tired to warn Takeo that his body was fixing to splinter into pieces, but the words couldn’t push past the lump in his throat. 
Between one heartbeat and the next, his body flew apart and he came. A hoarse yell ripped from his lungs finally as he flooded Takeo’s mouth. Swallowing quickly, Takeo sucked frantically, making it all the more pleasurable while milking Szin. Suddenly the warm body above him slumped and Takeo stood up, catching Szin as he fainted dead away. 
Lifting him up in his arms, he shifted Szin to where he could reach the tender area between his neck and shoulder. His fangs extended and Takeo nuzzled the unconscious form he held. He split the shirt with his sharp fangs and drew back—there was only one thing left to do now in order to claim his mate…
“Takeo,” Raiden called. “Don’t.
Red eyes gazed at the intruder. A sharp hiss warned of the dangers in interrupting his claiming rite.
“Listen to me,” Raiden said, standing near them. “I know, Takeo. Understand? I know what you feel for him. I’ve known all my life. And he feels the same, you know that too, no matter what insane idea he has about not being good enough. We’re connected, you know that. But we’re not of age by Ta’Narian standards until tomorrow.  I’m asking you not to do this.”
“Why not?”
“Ask our dabba for permission first,” Raiden urged. “You know how this works. Szin is of the royal family. Don’t cause unnecessary problems by claiming him before he’s of age and offending both your family and mine. I’m asking you to honor him by asking permission. Please, Takeo.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that word before,” Takeo replied. 
“What…? The word ‘please’? No, I don’t make a habit of saying it, but I’m saying it now, my friend.” Raiden took a step closer. “Plus, he’s fucked up. He never drinks. Damn it, he probably won’t remember any of this.”
Takeo held Szin close, and smiled as his blood cooled. Szin’s head was against his shoulder and he was snoring. 
“I’ll wait to claim him. But know this, Raiden, he’s my mate, and nothing will stop me from having him—not even him. I know what he had planned for tonight, and he can just forget that. His virginity belongs to me.” Takeo’s eyes gleamed in the dark. “And I’ve waited as long as I can.” 
“Believe me, I know how you feel. If he ever figures out how you and I have conspired to keep him a… Gods, he’d kill us both. Or at least try. Probably talk us to death.” 
Takeo snorted. His mate wasn’t short on brains, that was for sure.
“I’ll stand by you when you claim Szin too. But be ready, I got a feeling he isn’t going to just fall at your feet, no matter how he feels for you. He’s just so damn stubborn. ” Raiden sighed. “Guess the night’s over and we better head back. Follow me to our flyer.”
Takeo shifted Szin closer as he turned to follow Raiden. “Oh, trust me, I know. But I’ll have him on his knees and at my feet, soon. You know how my tastes run, and I think his do too. He’s just afraid.” 
“Which is what I meant about possibly fighting you.” Raiden shook his head. “He thinks he knows what’s best for both you and him.”
“Well, he can try. I’ll certainly enjoy it.” Takeo followed Raiden. “And he may think he knows what’s best, but he’s wrong. If he didn’t care for me… feel the bond between us… I wouldn’t push so hard. But he does. He’s as chained to me as I am to him. He loves me, Raiden.” “I know that. You know that… and he knows that too. Still not going to be easy.” 

“Nothing worth having is.”
Raiden snorted. “Remember you said that.” TBC. Next week is the Coming of Age party. As it turns out, Szin isn’t the only one worried about this mating. J~M