Chapter 5

 

 

After their arrival at the Second Royal Palace, Seyn watched with increasing suspicion and distrust as Ksar restored Harry’s bond to Leylen—without the latter being present. He watched Ksar’s calm, impassive face as he performed what should have been an impossible task, and felt a shiver run up his spine. He’d told Ksar he wasn’t scared of him. Maybe he really should have been.

“It is done,” Ksar said, stepping back from his brother and eyeing him carefully. “Can you confirm it?”

Harry gave a jerky nod, like a broken marionette, and left without saying anything.

Silence fell upon the room.

“I hope you’re happy with yourself,” Seyn said.

A muscle twitched in Ksar’s jaw. “Enough. I’m not in the mood for your smart mouth.” He turned to leave, but Seyn quickly blocked his path.

 “What?” Ksar said in that infuriating monotone of his, his body language impatient and tense.

“If you can restore Harry’s bond so easily, you should be able to break ours—my bond to you—just as easily.”

Something flickered in Ksar’s eyes. “It’s more complicated than that. It’s much harder to perform such procedures when it concerns one’s own mind.”

“But it’s not your mind we’re talking about, is it?” Seyn said, his chest tightening at the reminder that he was the only one bound by the bond while Ksar was free as a bird, had always been.

“Your mind is still connected to mine,” Ksar said. “It makes it difficult for me to remain impartial enough to break the connection.”

Seyn eyed him. “I don’t believe you.”

“You may believe whatever you wish to believe,” Ksar said, stepping aside, clearly with the intention to walk away and ignore Seyn. As usual.

Seyn grabbed his shirt. “If you think you can just ignore me and I will go away, I can assure you that will not happen!”

Ksar glanced down at Seyn’s hand as though it was something offensive.

“Remove your hand,” he said.

“Why?” Seyn said, stepping closer. “Does it bother you?”

Ksar’s face gave nothing away, but his heart was beating fast and hard under Seyn’s hand.

Confused but pleased that he was getting under the bastard’s skin, Seyn moved even closer, so close their faces were a breath apart. His own heart was beating fast, his body tense and hyper-aware of Ksar’s proximity. Was it fear? Probably. For all Seyn’s words that he wasn’t afraid of Ksar, he wasn’t an idiot. If Ksar was as strong a telepath as everything indicated, he was dangerous. People were afraid of high-level telepaths for a reason.

“Step away,” Ksar said, meeting his eyes. There was something dark lurking in them. “I’m warning you, boy.”

Seyn bristled. “Don’t you call me that!”

“That’s what you are,” Ksar said, his thin lips twisting into a sneer. “A little boy. Not a man. Or you would know better than to annoy me and then get all over my personal space.”

Seyn glared. “You wouldn’t dare do anything to me, you arrogant piece of shit—”

Ksar slammed their mouths together.

Seyn’s mind went utterly blank. He didn’t even resist when Ksar pushed his tongue between his lips.

It took him several long moments to regain his ability to think.

Ksar was kissing him.

Ksar was kissing him.

Which meant…

Which meant that Ksar was attracted to him. It seemed unbelievable, but there was no other explanation for this. Kisses on the cheek, on the nose, or on the neck could mean different things on different planets. But a deep kiss on the mouth was an unambiguous sign of physical attraction, universal for most civilized planets of the galaxy.

Ksar wanted him. Him.

A feeling of utter glee washed over Seyn. For the first time in his life, he finally felt like he had the upper hand over Ksar. For the first time in his life, he was glad that he had his stupid bond and that he was above feelings like lust and arousal. Not that he would be attracted to an asshole like Ksar if he were capable of getting sexually aroused—Seyn was certain he would have more common sense than that—but still, he was glad that he could remain absolutely level-headed while Ksar’s prided composure was nowhere to be seen. He owned Ksar.

Ksar wrenched his mouth away and glowered at him, his lips shiny and his skin tinged with color. “You’re delusional if you think you can use this against me. This is nothing.”

Seyn let his gaze travel down Ksar’s body and smiled when he saw the obscene bulge in Ksar’s pants. He might be sexually inexperienced, but he knew what that meant. He was hardly a sheltered innocent. He was aware of the most obvious physical sign of arousal. He had off-world friends who’d told him about sex in lurid detail.

Seyn returned his eyes to Ksar’s stony face. He had no idea how seduction worked, but if someone as naive as Harry could do it, it couldn’t be very hard, right? Even if seducing such an awful person like Ksar made him want to puke a little, Seyn could absolutely do it. It would just be a means to an end.

“If you break my bond, I’ll put your…thing in my mouth,” Seyn said, figuring straightforwardness was the best approach.

Ksar stared at him. 

And then…and then he threw his head back and laughed, a full belly laugh that Seyn had not thought Ksar capable of.

Seyn scowled, his face warming. Did he say something funny?

“My thing,” Ksar said at last, smirking in that condescending, arrogant way that never failed to make Seyn want to scream and punch him in the face.

Ksar gave him a dismissive look. “I don’t put ‘my thing’ into little boys’ mouths. I like men who know how to suck cock.”

Seyn had never felt such rage in his life. Screw seducing Ksar to make him break the bond. It was a matter of pride now.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against Ksar’s jaw. 

Immediately, he felt Ksar go rigid.

Seyn was frozen too, breathing shallowly as Ksar’s faint stubble prickled his lips.

He smelled good. How could such a vile man smell so good?

Shaking off the weird thought, Seyn dragged his lips down Ksar’s jawline and almost flinched when he felt a very muted rush of pleasure that wasn’t his own. Ksar’s shields were normally as impenetrable as a fortress, but the skin contact and the fact that Ksar’s mental faculties were clearly compromised, allowed Seyn to get some faint feedback.

“Cease this immediately,” Ksar bit off, his hands clamping on Seyn’s wrists.

Seyn kissed the corner of Ksar’s mouth and felt as Ksar’s muscles tensed even more.

“You can deny this all you want, but you aren’t fooling anyone here,” Seyn murmured, nipping at Ksar’s sharp jaw. “I know you want me. I bet that’s what you always wanted: to make me shut up with your cock.” 

He knew he was right when Ksar’s grip on his wrists tightened, Ksar’s breath hitching.

But Ksar turned his head aside, away from Seyn’s lips, and gave a mean chuckle. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re just a little boy trying to play an adult game.”

Narrowing his eyes, Seyn straightened to his full height. “You think I can’t do anything the whores who sucked your cock could?”

Ksar looked at him with an expression Seyn couldn’t quite place. “Stop using such vulgar language,” he said with something like irritation, but not quite. “It won’t make you seem like a grown-up.”

Seyn clenched his fists, the urge to punch the bastard nearly irresistible. He opened his mouth to retort, but then he thought better of it. He could totally prove to that asshole that he could do it—that he could do it far better than any filthy whore of Ksar’s acquaintance.

Seyn dropped to his knees.

“Get up,” Ksar said, his unimpressed gaze on the opposite wall.

“Why aren’t you looking at me?” Seyn said. “Afraid you’ll like seeing me on my knees too much?”

This time Ksar did look down at him. “Full of ourselves, aren’t we?”

Seyn looked pointedly at the bulge under the Terran pants Ksar was still wearing and raised his eyebrows.

To his disappointment, Ksar didn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed. Despite the undeniable sign of his arousal, he didn’t look fazed at all.

“Very well,” Ksar said, something nasty and calculating about his expression. “You want to suck my cock? Go ahead.”

Seyn swallowed. He knew what Ksar was doing—he was calling his bluff and expected him to back off—but Ksar didn’t know him at all if he thought he could intimidate him. 

He could totally do it.

How hard could it possibly be? Sure, the mere idea of putting Ksar’s penis into his mouth seemed pretty disgusting and unhygienic, but it wouldn’t kill him—and more importantly, Seyn would win. Seyn wasn’t sure what exactly he would win, but it didn’t matter. It would feel so good to prove the fucker wrong, to make Ksar lose—to make him lose it. To own him.

Seyn looked into Ksar’s silver eyes. They were as cold and inscrutable as ever. It was kind of funny that Seyn’s mothers thought it was lovely and romantic that Ksar’s eyes were the exact shade of Seyn’s hair, as if it was a sign of their epic destiny together. There was nothing lovely about Ksar’s calculating, cold eyes. Seyn kind of hated the color of his own hair because of them. He would have dyed his hair ages ago if he didn’t know that it would make his mothers upset. 

His mothers would be more than just upset if they knew what he was about to do.

“Borg’gorn, lock the door,” Seyn said softly.

Ksar’s nostrils flared.

There was the sound of the door sliding shut.

Neither of them looked toward it.

Slowly, Seyn reached for Ksar’s fly. His hands didn’t shake. Still looking Ksar in the eye, he pulled the zipper down.

The feeling of velvety, warm skin against his hand was something of a shock—Ksar wasn’t wearing anything under his Terran pants—but Seyn didn’t flinch.

Ksar did. “Get up,” he said, his voice sounding nothing like his usual monotone. It was hoarse and tight, ringing with tension.

Seyn smiled at him, holding his gaze. “No,” he said firmly, pulling the warm, pulsing organ out of Ksar’s pants.

He finally looked at it.

Seyn knew what to expect, more or less. He knew what his own crotch looked like. 

But the hot, hard length twitching in his hand felt and looked nothing like his own soft cock. It was so much bigger. So much harder. Hot and oddly pleasant to touch.

Seyn stared at it in fascination. Part of him couldn’t believe he had Ksar’s cock in his hand. It just seemed so…improper. Obscene. The top of Ksar’s cock was dark red, already glistening with a few drops of white fluid that would become lubricant if Ksar allowed it. 

Seyn licked his lips. He was aware that males of their species could emit a lot of lubricating fluid to ease penetration, and it was…it was probably gross. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to swallowing all this stuff. The whole ordeal was disgusting enough.

“Don’t leak a lot,” he warned, and then immediately regretted it. Now Ksar would do it just to spite him.

“Get up,” Ksar repeated, his voice harsher, tighter.

Seyn looked up from Ksar’s cock to his face. He nearly flinched when he saw the murderous glint in Ksar’s eyes.

“Why?” Seyn said, giving the hard length in his hand a small stroke. “Afraid you’ll enjoy it too much?”

He got immense satisfaction out of the glare Ksar gave him. 

“I’m afraid of no such thing.”

“Liar,” Seyn said softly. He leaned in and gave the tip of the cock a kittenish lick. Ksar’s breath hitched, and Seyn felt another rush of foreign pleasure. “I can feel it, you know. I’m a good empath. You like this. You like seeing me on my knees for you. And you like this…” Seyn licked Ksar’s cock from the base to the red tip, watching greedily for any sign of Ksar losing his composure. Ksar’s body stiffened like a string ready to snap, his eyes like molten silver, bright against the dark lashes, intent, hungry, heavy-lidded with base need. His face warming, Seyn circled his tongue around the slippery cock head before slowly taking it into his mouth, a little disappointed that the taste wasn’t bad.

It wasn’t bad at all.

Seyn’s eyes closed as he struggled to separate the muted rush of Ksar’s pleasure from his own feelings. Fuck. He hadn’t anticipated this. He wanted to find this disgusting, not pleasant. Though, it wasn’t his fault that he was getting secondhand pleasure from doing something he found gross. That didn’t mean he liked it.

Reassured by that thought, Seyn relaxed and took as much of Ksar’s cock into his mouth as he could. Another wave of strange pleasure hit his senses and Seyn shivered.

“Who’s enjoying it now?” said the hated voice in his head.

His eyes snapping open, Seyn glared at Ksar and thought at him, “It’s hardly my fault I’m so good at this that your shields are failing.”

Ksar’s eyes narrowed. 

And then that bastard let his shields down completely, and Seyn moaned as that weird pleasure assaulted his senses, making him dizzy with it, and he needed—he needed—

Seyn started sucking the cock harder, slurping all over it in an entirely indecent manner, like a filthy whore, not the prince he was. He hated it, hated that he couldn’t stop doing it, but he needed to do it, to satisfy that foreign, unfamiliar need. It was like being thirsty but not possessing a mouth to sate that thirst. It was immensely frustrating—reaching for something that wasn’t there—and Seyn sucked the hot length in his mouth harder, needing it, needing—

Hard fingers suddenly buried in his hair and forced him to stop. Seyn whined in protest. No! He wanted—he wanted—

“Open your eyes,” Ksar said. “Look at me.”

Ksar’s eyes were hooded, revealing nothing of his emotions, though his expression was set into tight lines. “You do look good with a cock in your mouth,” he said, stroking Seyn’s cheek—his own cock through Seyn’s cheek. “Quiet is a good look on you.”

Seyn gave him a baleful look. “What I’m feeling is your pleasure, not mine. I can feel exactly how much you want to fuck my mouth and choke me on your cock.”

Ksar looked at him steadily. “It doesn’t change the fact that right now you’re dying for me to fuck your mouth and come in your mouth.”

Seyn had never hated him more. Because Ksar was right. He felt nearly dizzy with that need—he would look so pretty choking on it, all hateful green eyes, flushed pale cheeks and pink lips made to suck his cock—Seyn moaned, confused by the overwhelming need to fuck his own mouth.

“Do it,” he thought. “Do your worst, asshole.”

Looking him in the eye, Ksar cradled his face and started thrusting, using Seyn’s mouth for his pleasure. Using him.

It should have been disgusting. Seyn hated that man, hated him more than anything. He should have hated such a demeaning act.

He hated that he didn’t.

Seyn opened his mouth wider, greedy, and so, so hungry (wanting to get into his throat and fuck it raw so that this mouthy little shit would feel it for days). The foreign thought made him shiver, his eyes closing as he lost himself in the slick, obscene sounds of Ksar’s cock thrusting in and out of his mouth. His jaw was aching already and his lips felt sore, but he didn’t care; he felt too good to care about anything but Ksar’s cock and the way it was fucking him just like he’d deserved all along, since he’d been an annoying, mouthy little thing too pretty and young for him.

The need assaulting his senses became worse, and Seyn whined and grabbed Ksar’s hips, trying to get him deeper into him—yes, like this, so pretty full of his cock—and then his world shattered, waves upon waves of pleasure hitting Seyn’s senses as Ksar’s cock erupted in his mouth, filling him with his ejaculate.

Holy shit, Seyn thought, blinking dazedly as he swallowed the come as best he could. He felt…he felt…If this was what sex felt like secondhand, he couldn’t wait to experience it himself—with someone else. Someone he didn’t hate.

Ksar’s softening cock slipped out of his mouth.

Licking his lips, Seyn looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” he said and paused, surprised by the hoarseness of his voice. “Not so bad for a little boy, was it?

Zipping up his pants, Ksar gave him a cool look. If Seyn didn’t know better, he’d never guess what Ksar had been doing just a few moments ago. 

“Passable,” Ksar said. 

Seyn almost choked with rage. “Right,” he said tightly, springing to his feet. “That would be more believable if I weren’t a touch-telepath.”

Ksar gave a disinterested shrug. “It’s a physical reaction. Even a terrible blowjob can get the job done. I’ve had better.”

Seyn didn’t know why that infuriated him more than anything Ksar had ever said to him.

“I don’t care whether this was up to your mighty standards,” Seyn bit off, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’ll still have to keep your part of the deal.”

The bastard had the nerve to look irritated. “And what would that be?”

“You’ll break my bond to you.”

A muscle twitched in Ksar’s jaw. “I thought we were already over this. It’s not that simple.”

Seyn scoffed. “Please. As if I don’t know that you can make it simple if it isn’t.”

“I’m flattered you think so highly of me, but I’m not a miracle worker,” Ksar said, turning away and heading for the door. “Borg’gorn, unlock the door.”

Seyn glared at his back. “If you don’t break my bond to you, I’ll tell everyone about your telepathy. It’s not a threat. I’m just telling you what’s going to happen.”

Ksar paused, his back to him. “I’ll let you know if I find a solution.”

Before Seyn could say anything, Ksar left, the door sliding shut after him.

As soon as Ksar was out of his sight, Seyn became aware of several things that he had barely noticed while Ksar was there: his knees hurt, his jaw ached like hell, and there was a strange taste in his mouth. 

Seyn made a face. Gross.

“Borg’gorn, may I have a glass of water?” 

“Of course, Your Highness,” the AI said. “On the table.”

Seyn picked up the glass that had appeared on the table. He gulped down the water, eager to erase the taste from his mouth, but it didn’t work as well as he’d hoped. It was impossible to completely forget the feeling of that hot, thick length in his mouth, the punishing grip in his hair, and the silver eyes fixed on him intently.

Running a hand over his warm face, Seyn shook his head. He wasn’t going to think about it. What had happened, had happened. There was no point in dwelling on it. And he certainly wasn’t going to dwell on Ksar’s sneered words that he’d had better.

It didn’t matter. He didn’t care. The asshole could fuck every whore in the galaxy for all Seyn cared. He didn’t give a shit.

“Your Highness?” The AI sounded hesitant. Almost awkward. 

Seyn grimaced, realizing that Borg’gorn had seen and heard everything that had happened in this room. The AI had been a witness to his humiliation. I’ve had better. The ever-present AIs normally never bothered him, but for the first time in his life, Seyn wished they didn’t know everything.

“I have known Prince Ksar all his life,” Borg’gorn said. “I have observed that he tends to be particularly cruel when he is bothered by something.”

Seyn frowned. The AI was right. Ksar never lowered himself to such ill-mannered insults unless he was thrown off-balance, which had to mean that Ksar had totally enjoyed the sex more than he’d let on. Seyn had felt the extent of Ksar’s pleasure. He shouldn’t have let Ksar’s words hurt him. No matter what Ksar claimed, he wanted him—wanted him enough to stick his cock into Seyn’s mouth against his better judgment.

He could use that.

“Thanks for your insight, Borg’gorn,” Seyn said, heading for the door, the beginning of a plan forming in his mind.

He wasn’t going to let Ksar make him feel small.

Not again.