In Enemy Hands Chapter 8

Chapter Eight
Varo slowly made his way to the restroom. His head spun pleasantly and his lips tingled, but he was by no means drunk. How dare Adlar insinuate he was? The day one drink put him on his ass was the day he stopped drinking all together.

He made his way through the king’s bedchamber. It was as rich and luxurious as he thought it would be. He found the attached bath and went to open the door… and missed the handle completely.
What kind of trickery is this? Do they have door handles that run from your hand? He giggled at the thought then slapped a hand over his mouth. Horrified, he looked around. He was a prince, for stars sake—and as such, he did not giggle. It was not a princely thing to do.
He was sure Adlar would agree with him since the other male called him princeling often enough. At first that had infuriated him, but now…? Not so much. It had almost become a pet name, and he’d never had one of those before.
It made him feel special.
He looked back down at the door handle. Stars, how long had he been just standing there like some clueless first year cadet? It was a blessed door handle, not a starships warp engine—which was a good thing or he’d really be in trouble.
He reached for the door handle again and this time he managed to grasp it. Success! Pleased, he opened the door. Grinning madly, he stepped into the bathroom. It was, of course, as decadent was he thought it would be. It was suited for a king.
He found the urinal and unbuttoned his pants. After the third try he managed to get them undone. By the stars’ fading light, maybe Adlar was right about that Helkan rum. Not that he’d admit that to the other male. Adlar was already much too confident.
He managed to pull his cock out… and that took some work. Stupid thing kept moving around on him. The room tilted and he threw out a hand, slapping on against the wall. It wasn’t his cock moving around, it was the room.
The urge to giggle hit him again. His pride and joy might be capable of twitching, but it sure didn’t spin and rock. Okay, that was some funny shit right there. He didn’t care what anyone else thought, that was hysterically funny.
Laughter welled up inside of him, and the giggles burst out. He snorted, gasped at such an unprincely sound, and then finally gave up as loud guffaws poured from him. And he still had his dick in his hand!
That sent him off on peel round of laughter because really, how was he supposed to be able to piss while laughing? His laughter abruptly stopped when a pale hand wrapped around his cock and a warm body pressed up against his.
That pale, cool hand stroked him expertly, the long graceful fingers working magic upon his length…. a pale hand with black fingernails. Somewhere in the back of his mind a warning bell went off, but the sound was lost due to some very skilful ministrations.
All he could do was stared. His shaft attempted to harden as it was stoked, but it only managed to plump slightly. Again, warning bells went off. Any time Adlar touched him he got hard so fast it was embarrassing. Something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
Finger on it. Finger… on… it… It hit him. Those fingers! Adlar wouldn’t pain this nails black. That’s not Adlar! Not Adlar Varo moaned, his body straining away from whoever had a firm grip on his clock. Sharp pain sizzled through him when he moved and the hand didn’t let go.
“Shhh, my pretty one.”
Varo stiffened, and his foggy brain scrambled in search of a name. Maylar. That’s Maylar. What in the stars is he doing? “W-what are…? No, no! You-you… need to stop. Stop!”
Maylar smooth back a stand of Varo’s hair and leaned closer. Softly he spoke in Varo’s ear. “Oh come now, Pretty. Don’t you like this? Like my touch?”
“N-n-no.” Varo shook his head as his cock went soft. This was bad, very bad. What if Adlar came in here and saw this? Aw gods, what if Adlar thought Varo welcomed Maylar’s touch?
What if he activated the shock collar?
That panicked him enough to snap him out of the alcohol-induced fog. He grabbed Maylar’s wrist and tried to pry it off his cock. The male was stronger than he appeared. “Let go of me!”
“Aw, don’t like my touch, do you, Pretty? Bet you like Adlar’s, though.” Maylar whispered in Varo’s ear as he continued to stroke Varo’s shaft. “Don’t you? You like being Adlar’s slave? Like being something owned?”
Varo shivered at the husky, evil sound of Maylar’s voice as it crawled across his nerves. “I am not—”
“Not what? A slave? Oh, but you are. And owned by your enemy, no less. Property—that’s all you are, Varo. Property owned by a Helkan. What a horror that must be for you. When your newness wears off, Adlar will get rid of you, you know this, yes? He’ll just trade you off to a new owner and never look back.”
Varo trembled. He never thought about what the future held. Right now it took everything he had to just live day to day. He refused to let himself think of tomorrow because it scared him to death. Before, he’d planned his life out. He knew his purpose. But now? He was adrift.
Maylar was right in the fact he was an oddity with his bright, blond hair and tanned skin. Outside of his men…. His men. He hadn’t seen or heard anything about them since they first landed on this bleak rock. How could he have forgotten his men? What kind of leader was he?
“Your worth is based on how good you are in bed. Are you good in bed, Varo? Do you really think you can keep the attention of a male like Adlar? Have you managed to convince yourself that you matter to Adlar?” Maylar laughed softly, his breathe teasing the loose hair around Varo’s face.
Varo stiffened.
“Oh, goddess, you really think Adlar cares for you?” Maylar laughed delightedly. “You poor deluded fool. You have, haven’t you? Well, I guess that would make you more… pliant to his advances. The male is a beast in bed, isn’t he?”
“Get off me!” Varo snarled, struggling. He refused listen to any more of this. He couldn’t, just couldn’t, listen. It struck too close to home. “At least I’m not a paid blood whore.”
“My dear sweet prince, that’d be a step up from what you are now. But unlike you, I am free. I can do what I please. You, on the other hand, are nothing. Less than nothing.” Maylar licked Varo’s cheek and squeezed Varo’s dick. “Now, the question is, do you want to stay nothing?”
Varo froze.
Maylar released Varo’s shaft and stepped around to face Varo. “I can get you off planet, if you want.”
Suddenly Varo was very sober. Disbelief crossed his face as he buttoned his pants. The urge to piss was gone, oddly enough. “Right. You’d help me escape. Uh-huh. More likely you’d throw me to a pack of batar’s.”
“While that’s an entraining thought, no. Make no mistake, I wouldn’t mind seeing you dead. But more than that, I want you off this planet and out of my way.”
“Explain,” Varo snapped.
Maylar’s smooth, androgynous face twisted into a snarl. He bared his fangs. “I want Adlar, and you’re in my way. I can’t kill you, so getting you off planet is the next best thing.”
Varo took a step back. He hadn’t been afraid of Maylar until now. “I thought you two didn’t have any type of relationship outside of Adar feeding off you.”
“I was working on that. He was using me more to feed, more so than his others. He’d even let me spend a full night in his bed several times. We’d talked . We’d spent time together. Then you showed up, and I was banished to the guest room. I’d decided that when Adlar finally woke up and saw me as his mate, I’d been okay keeping you as our slave. You are… erotically different. But not now.”
Varo carefully blanked his face. That wasn’t how Adlar saw things with Maylar, but still… a chance to escape was too good to ignore. “How do I know this isn’t a test Adlar set up?”
Maylar smirked. “A test? You give yourself way too much credit. There is more to his world than you, Pretty.”
“But how can I trust you?”
“I guess you can’t. Tell you what.” Maylar waved his hand at the bathroom door. “Go back out there and tell Adlar what I offered. He’ll be furious, I’ll be punished… and you lose any chance at freedom. You’ll ride his cock until he gets tired of you… then you’ll belong to someone new. And you have no say in it.”
That scared Varo more than his feeling for Adlar. “Okay then, tell me your plan.”

Maylar smiled.
TBC