In Enemy Hands-Chapter 8.1

The beauty of the escape plan was that it was brutal in its simplicity. He and Maylar would become friends—something Maylar thought Adlar wouldn’t have a problem with. Maylar was trusted obviously, Varo could see that.
Maylar had access to two of the most powerful males on this hunk of rock and he planned to take advantage of that. They didn’t consider the other Helkan a threat, although privately Varo thought Omori and Adlar needed to rethink that. They had no clue just how devious the male was apparently.
Good thing they don’t.
The king and Adlar saw a lovely, sensual being and not the scheming desires Maylar carefully kept hidden. Varo remembered his father commenting once on his looks. He’d said Varo’s features were too pretty, not masculine enough. Then he’d smirked and said that many an empire had fallen to a pretty face.
“Are you done?”
Varo glanced at Maylar. The other male leaned against the wall, waiting for Varo to finish pissing. Well, it was the reason he’d come in here to begin with.
“Now remember, be friendly toward me,” Maylar said. “Getting you off planet isn’t going to happen overnight, but we need to establish a connection of sorts between us.”
Varo washed his hands. “Fine. What do I need to do?”
“Well for starters, ditch the attitude.” Maylar came off the wall and stalked toward Varo. “You act like you’re better than me, and you’re not. We’re never going to convince them we’re friends if you can’t act like you at least like me. Your status here is not that of a prince.”
Varo rubbed his temples, irritated that Maylar had a valid point. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…. It’s hard to change years of training. Some things are so ingrained and—”
“Having royal blood does not give you the right to act as if everyone else is below you.”
“Maybe not, but that was how I was raised.” Now that he was on the other end of the spectrum, so to speak, he was learning just how much of a snob he’d been. Funny how slavery could do that to a person.
“Omori and Adlar are royalty, and they don’t act like they are above other Helkans.”
“That may be true, but you can’t deny there has to be a class difference between us and—”
Maylar shook his head. “Class difference? You Yesri really are something else. So pretentious and entitled. It’s funny, since in reality your people don’t have half the grace that our king has.”

Varo opened his mouth to argue, but Maylar cut him off. “Oh, never mind. We don’t have time to debate this. We need to get back before they wonder what happened to us.”
Varo snapped his mouth closed. The day would come when he finally got the last word with these people. He followed Maylar to King Omori’s office reminding himself every step of the way Maylar was a friend, to act like he liked Maylar, to smile and talk to Maylar.
Goddess help him.
They entered Omori’s spacious office. Spread out on a long wood table was several large sheets of paper. They looked like schematics. Omori and Adlar stood side by side, both men studying the designs.
“Yes, yes, I see what you mean.” Adlar shoved his hair out of the way. In one hand he held a writing device. “What if we—” Adlar scratched something out on one of the papers.
Varo stepped closer to see that Adlar was looking at. He immediately recognized the stats for a battle bot, but this one looked different form the one he watched Adlar fight. This one looked much more dangerous.
Omori stared down at the measurements Adlar wrote. “Okay, that would compensate for speed, but what about linear momentum?”
“Hmm.” Adlar frowned at the machine. “The bots mass could affect linear momentum.”
“Maybe we need to change the single-phase capacitor to a double-phase.” Omori pointed at the schematics.
“Huh.” Adlar scratched his chin. “ Maybe. The motor is brushless, right?”
“Yes.”
Adlar tapped the drawings. “And the servo?”
“The servo and the brushless motor control their speed with a pulse train,” Omori said.
“Okay then, let’s increase the ratio frequency within the motor. That should affect the rise of the rotational speed.”
Omori scribbled down what Adlar said.“Got it. That may work, Adlar. Frack, that just may work.”
“That mean anything to you?” Maylar nudged Varo, grinning.
Be friendly. Friendly.  He laughed. “Some of it. But I have to admit the interworking of any kind of motor stumps me most times.”
Adlar turned to face Varo, his hand resting on the small of Varo’s back. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. The rush was fast, but didn’t last long. Your Helkan rum is much stronger than I’m used to.” Varo caught himself leaning into Adlar and stepped, putting space between them. “So, do you think you two have solved the problem with your new bot?”
“Possibly.” Omori pulled Maylar closer and nuzzled his throat.
Adlar winked at Varo as the other couple focused on one another. “I think it may be time to go.”
Maylar’s husky laugh echoed through the room. “You could always stay… and watch.”
Varo shivered at the need he heard in Maylar’s voice.
“Or help.” Omori chuckled.
Varo flushed. He wasn’t interested, but it still turned him on. Which came as a surprise. He’d never been one for threesomes, or in this case, foursomes.
“Oh!” Maylar glanced at Adlar. “How long do you plan to stay at the palace?”
“We’re going to be here for a while. Why?” Adlar asked.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to give Varo a tour of the palace, at your convenience, of course.” Maylar shrugged. “He’s going to get bored with no one to talk to once you return to training the D’noir. I’d like to show him some of my favorite places to relax.”
“I…” Adlar glanced at Varo. “Varo? Would you be interested in seeing the palace with Maylar?”
“If you wouldn’t mind.” Varo answered. “I’d like to see it through his eyes, then yours. Frankly, I’m not used to just sitting around. I’m the captain of a starship and used to being busy.”
“Well then, I don’t see why not. But understand this, Maylar. Under no circumstances is Varo allowed outside the palace,” Adlar said.
“I understand completely. I’ll contact you in the next few days, then.” Maylar ran his hand over Omori’s chest, and then slowly slid to his knees. “But for now, I have a king to tend to.”
Adlar smirked as he took Varo by the hand. “We’ll just let ourselves out. Omori, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“I… Gods!” Omori swore loudly as Maylar opened his pants, released his cock, and was busy tonguing the head. Omori grunted in response to Adlar as he wrapped his hands around Maylar’s head.
Laughing, Adlar pulled Varo out of Omori’s office. They greeted several guards and other people on the way to Adlar’s chamber. Adlar turned down a private hall, still towing Varo along by the hand.
Varo discretely rearranged his shaft as he followed. What he saw had turned him on, as much as he hated to admit it.
Adlar opened his chamber door and yanked Varo inside. As soon as the doors shut he found himself pinned against them, Adlar’s mouth on his. Varo’s cock stiffened the rest of the way when an answering hardness brushed against him.
Seemed like he wasn’t the only one affected by what they’d seen in the king’s chamber. Adlar kissed him like he meant to devour him. Varo found his hands gripped then tugged up and pinned above his head.
Desire streaked through him, and he moaned into Adlar’s mouth as the feeling of helplessness washed through him. Adlar crowded closer, his body pressed close as he edged his leg between Varo’s. Spread out and open, he squirmed in Adlar’s hold.
He wasn’t trying to get lose.
No indeed, he liked Adlar’s hands on him, holding him tight. Adlar released Varo’s lips and kissed his way down Varo’s neck. Varo tilted his head back farther, giving Adlar room to… do whatever. Anything he wanted.
The dark thrill spread through his body when Adlar’s fangs nipped his throat. He shuddered, but not in fear. Adlar growl and crowded closer. Varo rocked against Adlar’s thigh, desperate for friction. His cock ached with need.
“Please,” he whispered.
Adlar moved back just enough he would see Varo’s eyes. “Please what?”
Varo rocked against him again, desperation fueling his movements. “I want…. I want….”
Adlar nuzzled Varo’s throat. “Tell me. Say the words, Varo.”
“I want you. I want you to fuck me.” Oh stars, how was he going to give this up? No one he’d ever been with had made his body respond this way.
“You know what I want,” Adlar whispered in Varo’s ear.
Yes, he did. For now he could give Adlar what he wanted. What they both wanted. Adlar had told him if he wanted Varo to beg, he would beg. At the time he was sure there was nothing Adlar could do to him to reduce him to begging.
He was wrong. “ Please. ”  
Adlar chuckled softly in his ear. “Now see? That wasn’t so bad. And yes, I’m going to lay you down on my bed and worship every square inch of your body. I’m going to tease you, torture you, and tempt you. Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me.”
Shuddering, Varo whined deep in his throat. “Yes! Oh please, yes.”
Adlar jerked him off the door so quick he gasped, then gasped again when the room tilted. He found himself thrown over Adlar’s shoulder, one of Adlar’s hands on his ass to steady him.
“Stars and curses!” Varo yelled, shocked Adlar could carry him like this. He couldn’t see much of Adlar’s chambers thanks to his hair in his face.
Adlar snorted.
Oh, so he thinks that’s funny, does he? Wonder what he’ll think about this then? Varo pushed his hands down the back of Adlar’s pants and grabbed two very firm, hard globes. He kneaded the flesh under his hand and was pleased when Adlar stumbled, and then rightened himself.
Adlar’s hand came down on Varo’s ass—hard enough to get his attention, but not hard enough to truly hurt. Then he massaged the area. “Enjoy that while you can.”

Varo snickered. “Oh, I am, believe me.”


TBC next Thursday!
~M