Eternal Souls - Wanton Renegade Part 14

"Oh G.o.d," Tyler said softly, "now finally I get to touch you." He ran his hands over his chest and down to his s.e.x. He took it in his hand for a moment, feeling its attempt to revive.

He kissed his chest, his nipples, his stomach and finally his s.e.x. Then with a sly smile, he walked around him, looking down at the scrumptious curve of his perfectly round hard a.s.s. "d.a.m.n, I knew it," he said, laughing.

Bryce pulled him back around to him, grinning and put his arms around his waist. He pushed some of his hair back from his forehead. "I want to be what you need," he whispered.

"Oh you are, G.o.d, you're exactly what I need," Tyler moaned, pus.h.i.+ng his face into his shoulder.

"Let's go to bed," Bryce breathed, moving his lips against his cheek.

Tyler felt the swell of his s.e.x against his thigh. "Umm," he managed, "hard again, Commander."

Bryce took his hand and led him back into the other room. He pushed him playfully onto the bed. "Yes, I'm hard and ah...you're to blame for that. So what do you intend to do about it?"

Tyler held out his hand. "Come closer, Commander Donovan, and I'll show you."

He took a few steps towards the bed and then Tyler grabbed him and pulled him onto it with him. He held him down and moved his lips down the length of his incredible muscular form. Capturing his s.e.x in his mouth, he felt Bryce's hand in his hair. He let his hands roam freely over him as he greedily took him deeper into his throat.

He closed his eyes, drifting off into a dream world of l.u.s.t and contentment. He was a prisoner, like before. It felt familiar to him, a pirate come to steal his heart away. Such loss. Then they had found each other again. He had come to kill him, but after one taste from his irresistible mouth, he couldn't do it. Then a war, enemies, royalty, gunfire, and death. My G.o.d, had their history contained this much sadness? He didn't realise he was crying until he felt a hand settle on his shoulder, two strong muscular arms pulling him back into their shelter. "What's wrong? You started to cry and..?"

He looked around at Bryce, looked into those sincere dark eyes, eyes he had looked into and loved for eternity. He wrapped his arms around his neck, settling back down into his arms. "I'm sorry," he ran his hand over his still erect s.e.x. "I just...there's so much sadness."

Bryce hugged him tight to his chest. "What do you mean, Tyler?"

"Us. Our history. You do believe we have met before?" He looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Yes," Bryce said. "I've had dreams, very wild and strange dreams filled with s.e.x and..."

"Death," Tyler said.

There was a silence.

"What does it mean?" Bryce said finally.

"I don't know," Tyler shook his head. "Just hold me. I don't want to think about losing you again. It always takes so long for me to find you."

"It sounds insane, doesn't it?" Bryce suggested.

"What? That we are eternally connected?"

"Yes."

"...to other people perhaps. But we know it, don't we?"

He took a breath and then nodded. "Yes. But why does it happen to us? Does it happen to others too?"

"Maybe. I think..." he hesitated.

"What?" he urged, kissing his cheek, holding him tighter.

"I think we have too much love for one lifetime. We love so deeply that...it carries over. We get another chance."

"But there's death and..." Bryce shook his head.

"We have to get it right. Maybe when we finally get it right, it will end."

"And that's a good thing?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I don't know. I don't understand any of it."

Suddenly, they heard a noise. Bryce put Tyler gently aside and got off the bed, reaching for his gun.

The door rumbled open. The last thing Tyler heard before everything went black was his grandfather's voice, saying, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I had to tell them the code."

PLANET OF THE d.a.m.nED

Tyler's eyelids fluttered open. He was submerged in total darkness. A rough material scratched against his cheek. There was a hood of some kind covering his head. He couldn't move his hands or his feet. They were bound tightly. He was afraid. "Bryce," he said "Where are you? Are you here? Are you alright?"

Suddenly he heard a voice, a voice that sounded familiar to him. "Don't worry about the Commander, Tyler.

You will see him soon enough. We have plans for him. And we have plans for you, at least I do."

"What's happening?" Tyler demanded. He suddenly realised that he was in flight. Please G.o.d, let Bryce be okay. "Who are you?"

"You'll know all in good time," the voice said flatly.

"Where is my grandfather?"

"If I were you, Tyler, I'd be more worried about myself."

Tyler fell quiet. Had they killed his grandfather? What about his mother? He had always known that one day this could happen. Kidnappers had murdered his father when he was a boy. There were many who would risk their lives to gain control of Ruby Miracle.

Suddenly the craft landed. Strong arms grabbed him and hauled him off the floor. He struggled in vain. There were many voices around him now, and movement. He was practically being carried outside. The air seemed cold, foreign to him. He knew that he was no longer on C-12.

Captain Smart watched impatiently as four men tried to put Bryce Donovan's hands in the constraints over his head. After a few minutes, Smart withdrew his weapon and pointed it at Donovan's forehead.

He eyed him with venom in his dark eyes.

"Be a good little boy, Bryce, and let the nice men bound and gag you, or I'll put a hole in your head." He gave him a sugary smile.

Bryce's chest heaved with anger, sweat poured down his face and into his eyes. The presence of the gun at his head caused him to pause long enough to allow the men to secure the iron wrist cuffs.

"You f.u.c.king coward," he spat. "Traitor."

He laughed, lowering the gun, watching as the men pushed his legs apart and secured the cuffs to his ankles. "Sticks and stones," he cooed. "If you were smarter, Donovan, and a little less frigid, I would have asked you to join us."

"f.u.c.k you," he muttered.

"Ooh...and you will," he whispered, coming closer. He glanced at the four men who stood obediently by watching him, and then waved his hand toward the door. "Leave us now gentlemen, Commander Donovan and I have much to discuss."

They bobbed their heads and left, shutting the ma.s.sive door behind them.

Bryce looked around him. The room was strange, the walls made from solid rock. "Where am I?"

"On the planet of the d.a.m.ned," he said softly, running his gaze over the length of him. He regretted allowing him to dress before they had taken him.

"Planet of the..." "Surprised?" He raised a blond eyebrow. "Contrary to popular belief, it does exist."

C Thirty Five, nicknamed the planet of the d.a.m.ned because it was thought to be inhabited by vampires had originally been a prison colony. Then one night all the prisoners disappeared mysteriously. Military who searched the planet found no bodies, but some claimed to have caught glimpses of creatures they identified as vampires.

"We have made an arrangement with the inhabitants," Smart was saying. "Since we now control Ruby Miracle, we are in a position to grant favours. What favour would you like me to grant you, Bryce?" He came close to his face.

He could feel his breath. He sighed, trying to concentrate on something else. He hadn't thought much about this planet since he was a boy. No one ever went back there after the military searched it. They were too afraid.

He never believed the vampire story. They had died out centuries ago. Prisoners were now housed on Greydawn 3, a planet aligned directly with his.

Suddenly Captain Smart moved his tongue slowly down his cheek. He made a face of repulsion, and tried to twist himself out of his reach. "How did you do it?" He eyed him hotly. "Where are my soldiers?"

He sighed. "Always the military," he clucked, shaking his blond head. "Your men are fighting right now in Ruby City. You see, once we took over, a civil war broke out. It seems some of the citizens were intensely loyal to the Rose family. They are fighting for their privileged positions. Last I heard your boys and girls were getting slaughtered."

Bryce closed his eyes. He should have been with his unit. He should have been leading them.

He chuckled, slipping his hand inside the pocket of his uniform. Slowly, he withdrew a silver cylinder. He opened the top and showed it to him. "You see, Commander, you are completely at my mercy. You may resist me all you want but I am in control. I told you that I would have you on your knees, and I will."

"So, where is Modem?" he asked, his jaw clenching tightly.

"Oh, he's with Tyler," he said softly, laughing as he saw Bryce's eyes widen.

"Oh yes, Modem wants Tyler bad. He wants to dominate him, to completely possess him, body and soul, just like I'm going to do with you." "Is he too much of a coward to show his face?" Bryce demanded.

"Oh no, you'll meet him soon enough, darling." He fiddled with the ID.

Bryce eyed the cylinder.

Captain Smart walked over to the door and opened it. "You," he barked, "come here."

One of the men who had been in the room before returned. He handed him the cylinder. "Liquefy it and bring me a syringe."

"Full?" he asked hesitantly.

"To the brim," he said tightly, turning around to look at Bryce.

Bryce narrowed his eyes. Liquefied ID, in that quant.i.ty, would put a man in a state of perpetual l.u.s.t, perhaps for days. Not to mention, that it could be potentially lethal. "Smart," he said sharply, "think about what you're doing."

"Oh, I've thought about it," he murmured. "In fact," he said, his glance raking his body, "I've done nothing but think about it. And given that we are going to be far better acquainted, I think it's time you call me Jack, don't you?"

He narrowed his eyes as he hastily unb.u.t.toned his s.h.i.+rt and began to run his hands over his nipples. He smiled at him and then grabbing the top of his tee-s.h.i.+rt, he hung on it, ripping it down the center. With the tip of his tongue, he lapped at Bryce's right nipple, making a low guttural sound of pleasure in his throat. Then standing back for a moment, he tore off his s.h.i.+rt, throwing it on the floor.

Bryce tightened his expression, lifting his head backward, trying not to give him the satisfaction of looking at him.

He moved back to him, standing up on tiptoe to rub his stimulated nipples across his chest. Again, Bryce tried to twist out of his reach.

He reached out and punched him hard in the face.

Bryce swore as Smart's hands clawed at his pants, dragging them down, along with his underwear. He felt the garments fall around his boots.

Smart licked at one of his nipples again, then the other. Then he bit one hard, causing him to wince as he felt his nails move down over the length of his s.c.r.o.t.u.m. Bryce sucked in some breath.

The captain squeezed his s.e.x hard then moved around behind him. "What a beautiful a.s.s you have. I have some lovely toys for that a.s.s. Perhaps Modem would like to try them out while Tyler watches. As you will discover, my beautiful Commander, I am one h.o.r.n.y, demented man."

Bryce's chest heaved. "Tyler better be alright. I swear to you if you hurt him...I'll..."

"You'll what, lover?" he whispered, leaning down to plant a kiss on his a.s.s.

The door opened now. The man stood there, a syringe in his hand. Smart stood up.

The man, in his late twenties let his gaze move over his naked torso. "Nice nipples, huge and so stiff," he said.

He smiled. "Want to play with them?"

"Umm," he nodded, coming forward.

Bryce eyed the syringe.

The man reached out and with both hands, he pinched Smart's nipples. He closed his eyes, licking his lips, putting his hands behind his back to make the nipples more accessible.

Jack Smart looked over at Bryce, his gaze going to his s.e.x. "Inject him," he told the man, pus.h.i.+ng his hands away.