The Next Generation - Bound by Fate

“You-you stunned him.” Takeo looked from Szin to Fraylor.
“Damn straight I did. I’m not stupid enough to get in the middle of you guys.” Szin was shaking now that the fight was over. “I-I had to, Takeo. He was going to-to… claim you. I-I couldn’t…”
Takeo came to his feet, bruises blooming from the fight. “Easy, babe.” Takeo reached for Szin. “Couldn’t allow him to… what, Szin?”
Szin buried his face in Takeo’s chest. “I couldn’t… let him claim you. You-you are mine, Takeo. My mate. Heaven help me, it took nearly losing you to make me see that.”
“Oh, thank the Gods.” Takeo held Szin in his arms. “I was afraid you’d never give in, and I couldn’t force you. No matter how much I wanted to.”
“I-I love you, Takeo.”
“Oh my beautiful, sweet Szin. I’ve longed for those words for a long time.” Takeo kissed Szin on the top of the head.
“So…?”
“So, what?”
“Um, maybe we should make things official before anymore males show up and act like fools.”
Takeo grinned. “Let me take out the garbage and I’ll take care to that little issue right quick.”
* * * *
Takeo hauled Fryalor outside and threw him on the rock-lined path. He dusted his hands, a small grin crossing his face. This could’ve turned nasty; but instead, something good came out of Fryalor acting like an ass. “If you only knew,” Takeo whispered to the male laying on the ground, moaning. “I’d thank you for bringing Szin around, but I have more important things to do.”
And with that, he turned and walked back to the house. Fryalor could crawl home, for all he cared. He never dreamed the male was so… invested in him. He’d warned the male he had a mate he loved. He knew Fryalor wasn’t in love with him, he was just possessive. He also knew he wasn’t the only one the male had relations with. All they had done was fuck, and it hadn’t been a very pleasurable experience, either.
While Fryalor’s actions had caught him by surprise, Szin’s reaction had really been a shocker. While he might be a bit embarrassed at how flat-footed Fryalor had caught him, Szin hadn’t hesitated to do what he felt needed to be done: protect his mate. And by the Gods, he sure put Fryalor down—and by wit, not by muscle.
Phaser beat out muscle any day of the week.
He couldn’t be more proud. His mate had fought for him and had finally, finally come to understand what they had between them was fated. Takeo opened the door and saw Szin. That warm gush of feelings that spread through his body every time his saw his mate reared up and grabbed him by the throat. This male was his—and this male was also still a bit freaked out.
Szin was still where he left him, shivering. “Szin? It’s all over now. Everything’s okay.” Takeo locked the door and crossed the floor to where Szin stood. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…” Szin shook his head in an effort to clear the cobwebs still clinging to his mind. Dear God, what had he done? He’d actually fired a phaser at someone. Not only that, he upped the strength just to make sure the blast would knock that other male on his ass. Hell, he even thought about putting it on kill for all of 2.2 seconds. He didn’t think he had a violent bone in his body, but seeing that male threatening Takeo set something off in him. “I’m just shocked at what I did. That’s really not like me.”
Takeo rubbed his hands up and down Szin’s arms, then took Szin by the hand and led him to the bedroom. “Who says that’s not like you? Szin, you have the blood of a warrior in your veins. So you look human. So you act human. The point is you do have Ta’Narian blood in you. You may not have their height or weight, but then, neither does Dale. And the stories Colt and Ti have told about that one are amazing.”
“What do you mean?” Szin let Takeo pull him back to the bedroom. Just having Takeo touch him calmed the shakes.
“That male changed the fabric of an entire culture. Gods, he affected the Onfre too. He managed to bring peace to two fractions that hated each other. He didn’t do that with brawn, Szin. He did that by being himself… his very smart self. Did you know he was the one that set Ti and Colt up? Even when the Ta’Narian’s weren’t sure Colt would make a good mate, Dale believed in him and argued against him being sold as a slave.”
“Really? I didn’t know.” Szin stopped by the bed.
“He also brought an end to the harvest as they knew it. The last trip to Earth they asked for volunteers. They didn’t just take young men as they had before. Dale was responsible for that.” Takeo threw the covers back.
“How do you know this stuff?”
Takeo reached out and held Szin’s chin, looking deep into his eyes. “Because I asked. I didn’t just assume. You’ve assumed your whole life that since you look human, you’re less. You’ve had this inferior complex about yourself from nearly day one. Babe, you are special—a twin. That is a rarity in its self. But you are so much more.”
“What-what do you mean?” Szin shivered as Takeo undid the draw string pants he wore.
“You and your brother can speak telepathically. You are a twin. You two could even speak to Dale from the womb. You, my mate, are not a freak.” Takeo caressed Szin’ jaw. “No, you are a gift from the Gods. But more than that, you have the ability inside you to give the gift of life. Something I do not have the ability to do.”
Szin’s mouth fell open. “But… you have Ta’Narian DNA.”
Takeo other hand fisted Szin’s pants, pulling him closer. “I do, yes. I have some of their features. But I do not have the womb. I might have the strength, the height, the ability to fight, but you my sweet Szin, have the ability to make a life. And that’s something I would give anything for.” Takeo’s hand released and Szin’s pants fell to his feet, leaving him nude.
“I-I… oh dear God, I have no idea. I just assumed…” Szin cut himself off as realization washed over him. He’d assumed a lot… too much. Most of it was wrong too. Takeo’s words were the balm to his spirit, the scratch to an endless itch he’d had for way too long. He wasn’t nothing after all. He was different, but in a special way. And staring at the male whose red eyes shone with such love, he finally saw how special he was. “Oh fuck Takeo, I’ve been so stupid. I’m so sorry for what I’ve put you through. God… I love you.”
Takeo leaned forward and feathered his lips over Szin’s. “It was a battle worth fighting for. You were worth fighting for. I love you too. Now,” Takeo stepped back, and his voice subtly changed. “Kneel for me, mate.”
Szin stood for a moment, desire and something else roaring through him. Was that fear? Could he give up this new found strength and belief in his self? He knew Takeo had a dominant side, but was he truly the submissive Takeo thought he was? What if he wasn’t? Or what if he couldn’t satisfy Takeo? Emotions set up a nasty, bubbling brew in his mind as he stared at Takeo helplessly.
“Szin, in case you didn’t know—the submissive is the one that has the power in the relationship. Not the Dom. Being submissive is an act of courage all on its own. It takes strength to give your body over to someone. And you, my mate, are one of the strongest males I know.”
Szin lowered himself to his knees, and every question inside him, every fear that threatened him, fell away as he lowered his eyes. The feeling of rightness that came over him as he settled on his knees was one he hadn’t felt before. This was right.
“Beautiful.” Takeo reached out and brushed his hand across Szin’s hair. “You are simply beautiful, mate.” He slid his hand under Szin’s jaw and nudged his chin up until Szin looked at him.  “By the end of the night you will be mine in every way.” Takeo strode to a wall and opened a unit. He withdrew a pair of fur-lined manacles.
Returning to Szin, he held his hand out. Taking the offered hand, Szin was pulled to his feet and led to the bed. Takeo kissed Szin briefly, then eased back, one finger running down the naked chest in front of him. With the lightest of force, he pushed Szin onto the bed.
“Hands up.” Takeo hummed with pleasure as he watched Szin hesitate, then raise his arms over his head. Szin was unsure, but Takeo didn’t feel any fear coming from Szin. Gently he kissed a wrist before he fastened one cuff on, then cuffed the other hand, restraining Szin’s arms to the bed post. That alone had Takeo hard and hurting—seeing Szin tied to his bed had been a recurring dream for as long as he could remember.
“Open your legs for me.” Next he tied one leg, feet flat and knees bent, to a hook under the bed. Then he tied Szin’s other leg open, also bent at the knee.
Takeo ran one finger up Szin’s legs, enjoying the muscles that twitched and jumped. His mate was tied spread-eagle on the bed with both legs spread open and bent—helpless. Takeo hissed softly, his tongue flickering out to taste the air, and smiled. Desire rode the in the air around them. Szin was excited by the ropes, the feeling of helplessness. Takeo clamped down on his own rampaging desire. His cock ached, the need to be buried in his mate an endless beat in his head, but he shoved that back. Szin needed his full attention.
“Give a word that will let me know you mean stop. Pick a word that you wouldn’t use normally in a situation like this.”
Szin bit his lip. “You mean a safe word, right?”
Takeo paused, and looked at Szin. “Good, you’ve researched this. Right, a safe word. I will only stop if you use that word. Otherwise any begging, crying, or yelling will be ignored.”
Szin thought for a moment, then looked at Takeo. “Birthday.”
Takeo snorted. “You do have a sense of humor.”
A smile cut across Szin’s face. “Well, it is my birthday.”
Takeo’s hear thudded painfully. That smile—he planned on seeing a lot more of that bright, happy smile. He grasped Szin’s hips, lifted them up, and placed a pillow under Szin, raising his hips slightly off the bed. He crawled up on the bed between Szin’s knees and leaned over, starting into his mate’s eyes, his red ones promising sinful pleasure. Lowering his head, his sharp fangs playfully nipped Szin’s bottom lip, a promise of what was to come. His hissing was louder now.
Szin breath caught; dear God looked like a predator on the hunt as he moved over him. He could feel the vibrations of Takeo hissing against his chest. That warning nip had him opening his mouth, letting Takeo’s tongue delve inside. Takeo explored his mouth, making him jerk on the bed. Again and again Takeo’s mouth slanted over his, urging him to reply to his kiss; to give up control. The feel of his shaft rubbing against him had Szin melting into the bed. Takeo’s mouth left to slowly skim along the column of his throat and he tilted his head back, baring his neck to Takeo—a sure sign of submission.
Takeo eagerly rubbed his fangs against his mate’s throat. Resting on one elbow, one of his hands drifted down and flatted against Szin’s groin, toying with him, making him moan. Takeo squeezed, making Szin eyes snap up to locked eyes with his. “You will never run from me again, will you?”
Awareness swept through Szin from what he saw in Takeo’s eyes. The demand was there, but there was also a plea. “No. Never again. I’m done running. I love you, Takeo.”
He swallowed hard at the relief he saw in Takeo’s eyes. Takeo didn’t say anything, just moved away and settled between his spread legs. Szin’s eyes rolled as Takeo focused on his feet, leisurely licking the inside of his ankle—little nibbling bits that sent tingles straight to his cock as Takeo traveled up his leg until he reached his knee. Gently Takeo nipped him there, then rubbed his tongue over the small hurt. Szin arched on the bed, surprised that such an inconspicuous spot on his body could arouse him so. Would Takeo bite him there? He tugged at the cuffs, enjoying the slight bite of the cuff that held him securely.
Takeo continued up Szin’s leg, stopping to tease the muscles, making them jump. He then crossed over, ignoring the one place Szin wanted his mouth most. Slowly Takeo traveled down the other leg, nipping and kissing. Nearly insane already, Szin twisted on the bed, his cock rolling back and forth on his belly spreading precome. Finally, Takeo scooted up between Szin’s legs and gently ran a finger down his twitching cock.
Szin squeeze his eyes close and bit his lips. “Please.” Szin moaned as Takeo stroked his shaft “Takeo, please.”
“Soon,” he promised.
Szin’s mouth opened to speak, and then promptly snapped shut as one of Takeo’s hands drifted along his belly, making the muscles jump. Szin’s chest rapidly rose and fell as Takeo’s tongue followed the path of his hand, licking a blazing trail across Szin’s stomach to his nipples.
“Stay still,” Takeo whispered as he again settled back down between Szin’s knees and grinned, his fangs showing clearly.
Breathing hard, Szin waited. He knew, that for now, the more he begged the longer Takeo would wait before doing what he so desperately craved. When he brought his shaking body under control, Takeo’s head lowered and took the head of Szin’s cock in his mouth.
“Oh dear God,” Szin cried out, those sharp teeth holding him still better than any rope could. With a growl Takeo bobbed up and down Szin’s cock, pulling it into his throat each time. “I’m getting close,” Szin panted. Takeo had barely gotten started and already he was right there, his balls tightening.
Takeo released Szin’s cock, his voice a low rumble. “Not yet. Wait until I say, Szin.”
Szin moaned deeply as his body struggled to obey Takeo. This ability Takeo had to control his raging need amazed him. Takeo was relentless in his quest to bring Szin pleasure, and to push his control to the limits.
“Please…” Begging, Szin thrust his hips up, knowing that might make Takeo tease him even more, but unable to stop himself. “Please, Takeo... I need you. I’ve wanted for so long. ”
“What? Getting fucked? Or getting fucked by me?”
“You. Getting fucked by you.”
“Gods, babe.” Goaded by the words he’d waited a lifetime to hear, Takeo grabbed the lube from the table, and poured some onto his fingers. He teased around Szin’s hole, spreading the lube around.
Whimpering, Szin pushed back against Takeo’s finger, feeling so wanton and needy as those fingers moved in and out of his channel. There were no feelings of fear or worry, just need blooming through him. He wantedthis, even the burn of those fingers in his virgin ass. Two fingers entered him, twisting and turning deep inside, searching for his hot spot as the burn spread and struck hard. Finally, they hit that nub and pleasure flooded Szin.
“Oh, damn…” Szin’s body reacted, the need to shoot nearly overwhelming him.
In and out Takeo’s fingers went, pushing in hard and fast as Szin rode those long wicked fingers. He was panting and sweating, his body twisting against the cuffs and ropes that held him, nearly mindless. Surprising, even being tied didn’t scare him. No, it only served to fuel his raging need. It felt right. He knew Takeo wouldn’t let him come yet; oh no, Takeo planned to be inside him before he was allowed to orgasm… then bite him as he exploded. Szin shuddered at the thought, not sure even Takeo would be able to stop him from coming once he pierced the skin.
“Nearly…” Szin strained against him, “there.” He was so close; so, so very close… teetering on the very edge. Just one little push was all he needed to trip.
“Not until I say, Szin,” Takeo warned again. “If you come without permission, I’ll flip you over and spank that ass red before I mate you.”
Desperately Szin tried to grab the reins of the out of control desire that ruled his body. He shuddered as he thought about being spanked, but his cock seemed to like the idea. It jerked on his stomach as Szin tried to image what Takeo’s hand slapping down on his ass would feel like.  
“Like the thought of that, didn’t you?” Takeo hissed, then curious to see what would happen, smacked the inside of one thigh.
“Oh, oh… my God.” Szin fought the ropes as he went light-headed. Takeo hadn't hit him hard, but the sting added to his rampant pleasure.
Takeo watched the flush that covered Szin’s face. He brought his hand down several more times, making sure to cover the inside of Szin’s thigh with well placed hits before he transferred to the other thigh. Szin cried out, jerking against the bounds that held him, sweet little cries that sang like music to Takeo’s ears. Szin never went soft; if anything, his cock was harder now than before.
“Like a little pain with the pleasure, huh?” Takeo swatted Szin once more. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me, Szin.”
“I-I-I… need…” Head twisting back and forth the on the bed, Szin lost himself in what Takeo was doing to his body, unable to speak through the sea of feeling he was drowning in.
“I know what you need,” Takeo lubed his cock, and pulled up to his knees. “Push out as I enter you.”
Takeo rubbed the head around the fluttering hole that beckoned him to enter, to push in and claim what was his—what the Gods themselves had ordained belong to him. Steadying his dick with his hand, he pushed forward, the guardian muscle fighting him. Szin cried out under him as he pushed through, sliding into heat and tightness.
“Takeo!”
Frozen above his lover, he wrestled with himself, trying to keep his body still so Szin could adjust. Szin’s channel squeezed his cock brutally tight; the silken feel and heat demanded he thrust, ride Szin hard until his mate screamed out his pleasure and gave himself over to Takeo.
“Oh, fuck.”
Szin breathless cries brought him back; Szin wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. His mate was untried, and he was hurting him.
“Easy, babe. I’m not going to move until you’re ready. Just…” Takeo bit his cheek, the small pain focusing him. “Just relax. Let your body ease around me. Stopping fighting me, and you’ll loosen up. Breathe with me… in… out… Come on, Szin.”
Szin gasped out a breath, then tried to pull another in his restricted lungs. Shit, that wasn’t the only thing restricted. Takeo was huge, filling him to the point of pain. Why did he think this would be pleasurable? Takeo was going to split him in half.
“Hurts,” he whispered.
Takeo, still embedded in Szin, let his body rest on top of his mate. “I’m not moving until you’re ready. Just breathe with me—follow along with my breaths. It’ll get better. It’ll feel so good, babe…”
“I… yeah. It’s better now, Takeo.” Szin wanted to reach up and run his hands through all that dark hair. “Wish I could touch you.”
Takeo reached up and undid one of the cuffs. “There you go.”
Szin tangled his hand in all that hair and jerked Takeo closer to him, kissing him hard. When they separated, Szin touched Takeo on the cheek. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Takeo. Take what’s yours and bind us together.”
“Gods,” Takeo whispered, his head spinning. With a few simple words, Szin had reduced him to goo. “I’ll fuck you later; right now I’m going to make love to you.”
Takeo braced his hands on the bed. He stayed on top of Szin’s spread body, easing out until the head of his cock was the only thing left in Szin, and surged back in, the slid of his dick into heat and silk the best thing he had ever felt.
“Yesss...” Szin moaned, his back arched as he was filled. “Love me…. hard, Takeo.”
A little bit of pain with the pleasure.
Takeo’s lips pulled back, showing his fangs, and slammed in—giving Szin what he wanted. He tilted his hips and struck something inside his lover, making Szin’s eyes go wide and his breath catch. Eyes unfocused, body arching… Szin was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Nailing his hot spot with each thrust, he rode Szin, the both of them making noise to fill the room from their love making. It was time…
He leaned closer, his fangs fully down. “Szin…”
Szin saw the fangs… and knew. He tilted his head back, baring his throat telling Takeo, without words, he was ready as Takeo pounded away inside him.
“Come!” Takeo bit down—fangs sinking into the soft area between Szin’s neck and shoulder. His thrusts faulted, and he froze inside Szin, shooting deeply, flooding his mate.
Szin’s body obeyed, his orgasm sweeping through him and his seed spraying over his belly. He screamed as sweet bliss swept over him. He never dreamed having fangs in his neck would feel so damn good, and when Takeo bit him it had hurt, but that hadn’t lasted long. The sharp sting had given way quickly to raw pleasure.
Takeo raised his head, a few drops of blood on his lips. “You are mine. Say it.”
“Yours,” Szin whispered as he looked up at Takeo. “I’ve always been yours.”
“And I’ve always been yours too. We are bound by Fate.”
Takeo kissed Szin, tongues tangling. When Szin groaned and tried to stretch his legs, Takeo released those sweetly swollen lips and moved off his mate. He released Szin’s legs, which flopped down on the bed. Takeo untied Szin’s other hand, undid the ropes around his legs, and put the manacles up.
Szin body was a limp mess sprawled on the bed, but he wore a silly, happy smile. “I think moving is out of the question.”
 “I gotcha.” Takeo lifted his mate into his arms, cradling him. Szin rested his head against Takeo’s shoulder as he was carried to the shower. Sitting Szin down, Takeo turned the shower on and stepped into the hot, pounding water with Szin. Gently Takeo washed his mate’s over-stimulated body, then cleaned up. He stripped the bed, and changed the sheets. Helping Szin back to the bed, he lay down with him.
“So, what did you do to me?” Szin lay back on a pillow.
“The place where I bit you will scar, and I injected a little of my DNA in you. It won’t change you, but I’ll be able to find you now any in any crowd. It’s like a beacon.”
“Oh.” Szin frowned. “If we should have young, will they be affected? I wouldn’t mind seeing a young with your features.”
“I’m not really sure.” Takeo scratched his belly. “That’s something we need to ask your parents.”
Szin bit his tender bottom lip. “Yeah, and speaking of parents—”
“Yeah.” Takeo pulled Szin closer. “Yours andmine.  I have no idea how Colt is going to react to what I did. He and Dale are close.” Takeo shrugged. “I’m going to have some ‘plaining to do.”
“Yes, you are, Lucy.”
Takeo pinched Szin on the hip. “Huh? Lucy? Did you hit your head while we were—”
“Oh stop. I’m talking about a very old Earth show dad had recorded on a holo for my little brother.” Szin snuggled closer. “You regret it?”
Takeo kissed Szin’s head, knowing what he meant. “No, I don’t. I did what I had to do, and I’d do it again. I told you once that nothing would keep me from you, not even you. I’ll deal with whatever comes of this.”
“No, Takeo. We’ll deal with it.” Szin yawned. “We’re mated now. So we do this together.”
Takeo pulled the covers up over them. “Later. We’ll deal with them later. Right now you need to sleep.”
Szin threw his leg over Takeo. “Oh? And why do Ineed to sleep?”
“Because we’re here for a few days yet and tomorrow I plan to introduce you to Ti’s playroom.”
“Well good grief.” The EndOkay y’all, that’s the end of Szin’s story. Hope you guys enjoyed Szin and Takeo’s journey. Yes, there are questions left. If I ever publish this, those will be answered. This is over 24K, and that’s close to half of what I’d plan for a book.  Ask Tali Spencer what happens when you put your whole work up. Having my work stolen and published by a thief isn’t a headache I want to deal with like she had to. And if DSP takes The Harvest series this will have to come down anyway at some point. Why? DSP will own the first rights to the story and any characters that stem from the original series. Next week I’ll get back with the Wednesday Briefers. I’ll see if I can cook something up for the next several weeks having to do with Christmas. J~M