Title: Hiding.
Author: Sweetdeily.
Description: After
what seems to have been the world’s worst vacation trip, we rejoin Kai and
Tyson and the fun is not over yet…
Genre: Beyblade. Sci-fi. Sequel to Losing.
Pairing(s): Kai/Takaeo (centric), Tala/Max (also centric), A bit of Rei/Takaeo (not so centric)
Warnings:NC-17. Yaoi.
Lemon. Swearing. Near-rape scenarios (later chapters). And POV jumps between
the bad guys and the good guys. Or the good guys and the
not-so-good guys.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Beyblade and I make no money out of
this. This is a work of fiction and is not associated with the official
products, there is no charge for reading this and similarly, no one loses money
for it existing.
Keys:
/…/
lifemate telepathy.
“…” normal speech.
***
We left you with a beautiful human and his alien counterpart
together in harmony on the planet
***
The hatch opened.
“I am impressed. Have you been hiding in here the whole time? There is nothing to worry about my pet, I am not angry with you. Now that they are gone, we can go anywhere we desire, do anything we wish and have no care for the consequences. You have done so well. I am very pleased.”
The cold voice was enunciated by a hand extending into the hatch, palm open.
His breath caught in his throat and he whipped his head from side to side, trying to scramble further away, but there just wasn’t enough room behind him. The faintest sound like a whimper escaped his lips, but it may have as well been a breath.
“Hush now, I will not hurt you, my sweet. Come out and we can talk about this like civilized people. I am glad that you killed them, you have done well.” Those four words again.
/No! Please don’t come
any closer! /
There was no sound that accompanied these words for they were telepathic in origin and only heard by the man who had opened the hatch.
The hand sagged in the air. “My sweet, you have nothing to fear. Come out of there, now!” There was command in his voice and to disobey such a command was a dangerous thing.
/No! /
/I will not ask again! /
The hand lashed forward and caught the upraised arm, dragging the small form out of the open hatch with ease. The child cried out, body struggling in the embrace. It was futile. It was always just so futile.
The Moonain pulled the boy away from the safety of the hatch and kicked it shut with one booted foot; he gently placed the blonde haired teen on the ground only to immediately shove him up against the closed hatch. His gentle and then harsh actions contradicting his words. “I don’t know what you were trying to accomplish by that, but I’m not angry, am I, Max?”
The human shook his head in quick, jerking movements, not meeting the harsh stare of the alien towering over him. He flinched when one of those pale hands rose to his face, tracing the faint bruises along his jaw line and the new mark that hadn’t been caused by Tala’s own hands.
“Look at this; he dared to touch you, my precious doll? He dared to lay a finger on my beautiful lifemate?”
The human swallowed and pressed his back into the closed hatch, willing his body to become smaller, less discernible. It didn’t work. His tactics never worked because Tala could feel his fear and his desire not to be noticed just as he could feel Tala’s annoyance that Max had been hit. Max’s fear excited his lifemate, but when he was trying to go unnoticed, Tala got upset. Tala thought he should be more outstanding, like a flower or an angel, but he was no angel, the angels would scream at him to see how far he’d fallen today. How many horrible things he’d done in his desperate play of survival.
“Stop trying to shrink, my little angel. Just, stop!” Pale fingers took a hold of his chin and lifted it, forcing his sea-blue, purple rimmed eyes to meet their opposites. Tala smiled, it was a cruel smile, one that spoke volumes of the pain and suffering he enjoyed inflicting on the little blonde he now held so tenderly.
The Moonain forced their mouths together, enjoying the way that the two of them just fit so perfectly. Max’s lips were so soft and perfect, so obedient when the angel parted his lips for him, he could taste the fear and warmth of the human and it made him press closer to the boy. He was pleased with the lifemate. He’d never thought that little Max would go through with it… or succeed. The kid’s plan had been ludicrous. And yet, here they stood; he had the angel nursed between his arms and that old man’s dead body floating in the abyss of space.
/P-please don’t! /
/Shut up. I know you
enjoy it, Angel. /
/Don’t call me that. /
/Why not? It is your
‘name’ is it not? /
The Moonain pushed the blonde’s shirt up, yanking it roughly over the boy’s head, breaking their kiss and stealing the human’s breath in the process. He pushed Max against the hatch a little harder grinding the fragile boy into the metal, rolling his tongue down the blonde’s chest and dipping into the sea-blue, purple rimmed eyed boy’s navel.
The human made another small little sound, as though it might have been a moan, but he could not speak or make the sound properly. When Tala had first taken the blonde he had forced the human to scream until his voice was ragged, it had been months since then, and Max had regained his voice, but he’d forgotten how to use it in the long time it had taken and threat of Tala’s wrath, leaving him mute now.
Tala knelt before his lifemate, hands hovering over the boy’s pants. “I think we will go back to Neptune, does that sound good?”
/… If
you wish to, Tala-kun. /
/I can feel the
happiness that the thought invokes in you, my little angel, what’s on
Max felt heat rise up his face and fought to look away, it was hard to lie to Tala, didn’t mean the human couldn’t, but it was far from easy.
/N-nothing. /
/Bullshit. /
The Moonain pulled the blonde’s pants down roughly, fingernails hooking the waistband of the boy’s boxers too.
“I told you, you liked it.” He said; eyes not on his lifemate’s face. He knew the angel was blushing; Max was always blushing whenever he took the blonde standing up.
Turn around and brace
against the wall, Angel.
Max turned and pressed the bottom of his fists against the hatch, eyes downcast; there were millions of stars that the hatchway showed, staring out into a field that was infinitively large and had little sense of time, bright bursts of color marking solar systems and in those solar systems, somewhere; planets; suns; moons; asteroids; life; and with all those things, somewhere was the system Max came from, the place the Moonain’s called the ‘Diva rift’ which wasn’t a cute nickname. It was the implication that most life forms from the Diva rift were drama queens.
It brought Max a little fondness to remember one such drama queen, Miracle. The memories were poisoned by their last moments together, he’d never even had a chance to say goodbye and it was like a snake squeezing his conscience.
Tala pushed Max’s legs apart and the human sucked in a big lungful of air, he hated how much he loved it when the evil Moonain did this. Tala was abusive, cruel, and mean, but goddamn if he didn’t know what he was doing when he showed Max his version of a ‘good time’. For a highly intellectual race, the Moonain’s were of a very sexual mindset. Tala got very annoying when he went without sex for more than a few hours.
There’d been some very embarrassing moments for Max because of this. He’d lived in Japan most of his life, but he had originally came from America, and that implied a certain amount of equality among married couples that had stayed with him his whole life, he wasn’t like Japanese women, who simply bowed and pretended not to notice weird going-ons. When that old geezer had sent messages for him to go and ‘blow’ his lifemate off, verbal no less, it had caused Max no end to his distress. Besides, he wasn’t usually doing much when Tala fucked him, Tala liked a very submissive lifemate, and Max wasn’t the kind of kid to try and change that about the single-minded Moonain. But then, who was? Tala was an overbearing, annoying, sick, cruel, heartless bastard. He seemed to think of Max as only an object, a very big insult considering they were lifemates. Your lifemate, in Moonain culture, was a part of you, a sacred person whom you treated with the utmost respect and adoration. Max had bruises all over his body from the pain Tala had caused him. The shame.
Tala forced Max’s thighs apart further, hands bracing on the human’s legs as he leaned forward, tongue darting outward to trail teasingly around Max’s opening. It was usually like this, no foreplay, just into the preparation for Tala’s enjoyment. Max’s thighs had rings of bruises on them from times when Tala had been in a rush and grabbed him too hard. The Moonain took his time in teasing out little gasps from his lifemate, tongue flicking over the quivering opening of Max’s rectum.
/Stop thinking so
loudly, Max, it is distracting. /
/Gomen nasai. / (Translation-
I’m sorry.)
/Not yet. /
Max threw his head back when the purple, sea-blue rimmed eyed Moonain stopped teasing him and delved his tongue into the blonde’s hotness. Fists going white as he squeezed them, he was as relaxed as he could be, he knew Tala would never damage him down there, but there were other places that wouldn’t affect their sex-life. his mouth opened and closed, soft gasps working through his throat, barely audible.
/You want more, my
sweet? /
/Aa…/
Tala pulled back with a chuckle, sucking on one of his fingers heavily, his other hand strolling over the blonde’s balls, massaging gently. He added the finger as he stood up, forcing the digit into his lifemate deeply. Max made another little sound, eyes squeezing shut. Tala could get very sudden when this happened, nothing enough to cut or bleed, but it hurt. Max concentrated on relaxing; nervous muscles in his upper thighs twitching like crazy. The finger in his body moved around a bit, only lightly brushing against his prostate, enough to take some of the sting out of the ordeal, but nothing satisfying.
Tala watched the human with something akin to rapture on his face, Max was glowing a soft color somewhere between pink and purple, the Experience leaking from his skin in cool watery waves. The aura hit Tala and dragged his own to the surface, making him catch his breath. It felt really good, like hands stroking you in places where nothing could reach. He pushed the boy against the hatch again, withdrawing his finger from Max’s ass and tactically grabbing the boy’s right thigh; it wasn’t an intimate caress, it was simple habit. Max’s thigh sometimes got a cramp in it when they screwed standing, it was a little embarrassing when the old geezer noticed the slight limp or jump in Max’s thigh and gave Tala a leering look. Okay, so he didn’t like Voltaire looking that close at Max or himself, but the point was, this was the best way to stop him from twisting the muscle. Max wasn’t likely to tell him if it was painful.
The human gave a little mental scream when Tala thrust his cock into the blonde’s opening. The Moonain winced, Max was too loud.
He murmured a few choice words into Max’s ear, nothing along the lines of ‘it’s alright, I’m sorry,’ just his basic, “Stop screaming.” In a soft voice. Max had trouble thinking properly when he was fucking the human, so it wasn’t usually some time until the boy would figure out what had been said.
They stayed still for a while; Max’s hands shaking on the wall while Tala delicately stroked the boy back into oblivion. When Max’s harsh breathing finally died down Tala pulled out without warning and shoved back in. They were good heights for this, especially standing.
Tala could easily thrust right into Max’s prostate every time he entered, and Max could easily be moved for better access. The boy was tight tonight, after the stressful day he’d had, Tala wasn’t surprised. The red haired Moonain hiked Max’s leg up a bi more, tilting the boy just slightly until every thrust had Max screaming in their heads, the human’s eyes were moist and his mouth was open in a soft panting.
/Stop screaming,
you’re giving me a headache. /
/Ahh, kami-sama… eeto… eeto… s-OO-rry. / (Translation-
god… um… um…)
This wasn’t an improvement. Tala watched the trembling in Max’s hands spread down his arms, their aura blurred their limbs, but it was still easily seen. He pinched the top of the human’s cock, enjoying the strangled gasp that escaped those soft lips.
/Not yet, Angel. /
Max’s head fell back with a few choice thrusts, Tala shoved in as far as he could, his lifemate trembling violently now, he let go of Max’s member and let the orgasm wash over them.
So good.
He could almost feel the white-hot release spreading from his own member. Max’s body shook violently, writhing in his arms, Tala almost dropped Max’s thigh as he shoved in again, so good. The Moonain came, breathe escaping him in a long exhalation. White color extinguishing his eyesight for a few heart-stopping moments, their aura’s surging and melting between them.
So very good.
Tala held Max up against the hatchway, both breathing harshly. Females may have multiple orgasms, but between the two of them sex was like pure bliss.
“So, let’s go home, Max.” Tala murmured.
/Aa… /
Max slumped, he was too exhausted to even scratch the wriggling itches between his shoulder blades.
~To Be Continued…
Sweet notes: *shudders* good sex…. I hope. Reviews? Thanks to Tajaia for beta’ing, she found quite a few mistakes and was very helpful in the corrections that were made. *Laughs* Even if she did have a fit because of the lack of notice on the telepathic dialogue.
#Glossary#
Moonain: A species of winged aliens who have colonized
Lifemate: gained through the Moonain’s ‘Experience’ a lifemate is a well… mate for life. Which is pretty long considering the life-span of a Moonain.