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Dean, of the clan Winchester and Captain of Red Squadron, was feeling pretty lucky at the moment. Sitting in the shuttle he was captaining, he checked the sensors. Yes! Soon he'd be on approach to Thiros, the gaming and adult sports station. Captain Dean was to check out this sector and see if the nearby planet, Castiel, and several other smaller inhabited planets in the vicinity were good locations for some much needed shore leave and trading. It had been over a yahren since the Battlestar Galactica and the thousands of other ships in the space caravan that was now the 'the last bastion of humanity' had attempted shore leave for hundreds of thousands of people at a time.
There were many who were against the idea, but the reality was that people needed to get off the ships, to walk on land, to feel the wind on their faces and to remember what it was like not to be space-ship bound. Except for those lucky enough to be stationed on the Galactica or some of the larger ships with less dense populations, most of the ships that transported the last vestiges of remaining human society were cramped. Conditions on many ships were worse than at the worst slums on all of the worlds the humans had been gathered from after the Cylons' bid to extinguish all humans.
The rag tag fleet of hundreds of thousands of ships was populated by survivors from the Twelve Colonies, the Rim and outer colonies, and from other places where they managed to find and rescue pockets of humans. Their quest was to find the Thirteenth Tribe... those of their kind that had gone to a place called 'Earth' hundreds of yahrens ago.
In their travels, the fleet had come across small pockets of humans that had settled on other worlds. Their contact with the humans from these settlements often revealed that the settlement also had legends about Earth, some also had legends or even knowledge about the Twelve other Colonies. There were those of their fleet who were tired of the trek across the stars and who chose to stay behind on these worlds. There were also those from the ancient settlement who chose to join the fleet and search for Earth.
Finding humans always encouraged the fleet and its people that they were on the path that had been taken long ago by the Thirteenth Tribe. However, just as the last fleet-wide shore leave had taken place over a yahren ago, it had also been over a yahren now since they had encountered a human settled world or colony. The ships of light had given them a heading for Earth and they stayed resolutely on that heading, but the ships of light had not been seen in three yahrens or more.
Stretching his legs, Dean put his arms behind his head and looked out into open space. Right now, all he had to worry about was making sure this sector was a safe place for the planned shore leave. If he had any hint of Cylon presence or collaboration, he'd pull the plug on the plans. This was his mission, to find out whether it would be too risky to proceed.
Naturally, a stop at the gaming station made sense. There, he could learn about the planet Castiel before going down to explore it. Of course first, being a detail oriented man, he would make a very thorough exploration of Thiros. Every gambling hall. The drinks they offered. The women... definitely, in his search for information, he'd check every dangerous curve he laid his hands on. Some days, it was good, very good to be Captain.
*
The channel he had left open started crackling and he began to hear transmissions, some in foreign tongues which the languatron could translate, and some in the common tongue that he spoke. Looking out the forward window, Dean saw the large bluish planet, and above it, the gleaming silver smudge that had to be the station. A look at his instruments confirmed he'd be there shortly and he took the ship off auto pilot.
When Thiros hailed him, he identified his vessel and got landing authorization. Flipping a switch, he sat back and turned on his music. Oh yeah, let the good times roll.
*
Out of uniform, Dean was dressed in beige pants and a white top with big loose sleeves that narrowed at the cuffs. Over that, he wore a white tunic with beige trimming that laced up the front with suede ties. He not only looked the part of a merchant from the Bellanore quadrant, but he also had a pocket full of their currency, as well as cubits and other coins.
Security was not tight, although he noticed they did scan for weapons. Other than that, all they wanted to know was that you had cash to spend on gaming, whoring, lodging or all of the above. He was covered.
He walked down the metal walkway into the station proper, and suddenly the industrial look disappeared. It was like being in a world made for pleasure, he thought, walking past open doors to bars that were packed with people and entryways marked to tell a passerby what he or she could expect if he walked inside. Games of chance. Sex palaces. Bondage caverns... He did look inside, though as soon as a darkly clad woman with long fingernails crooked her finger at him, he continued on his path. He was curious, but not that curios.
Following the signs to the 'Main Gaming Halls,' he used an express escalator that took him up about six stories. His gaze lingered on the long legs of a woman ahead of him. Her hair reached right past her ass and he was wondering how it might feel wrapped around his fist when she stepped off and a man put his arm around her and they kissed.
There were other fish in the sea. Besides... that blue tinge to her skin didn't do much for him, now that he got a chance to see her from the front. Those sharp teeth not only 'did nothing' but might lead to 'shrinkage.' So yeah, he was glad she had another man to keep her warm.
There were a lot of humanoid looking people on the station, but if you looked closely, something always distinguished them as non-Humans. Then there were the Ovions, insectoids they had encountered on Carillon and periodically in their travels. They gave Dean the willies and always had.
Striding into the large gaming hall, he looked around and immediately went to get some gaming chips. A few centars later, he was sitting at a table with a growing pile of winnings, staring at a hand of triangular cards. "I double the bet," he said, putting the cards face down and leaning back to see what the other players would decide.
"Good luck," a blonde who'd taken up as his 'lucky charm' whispered in Dean's ear, blowing in it. He leaned toward her, but never took his eyes off the other players.
The first player folded while the second nodded and set out the appropriate chips to match Dean's bet. The third and last looked at the large pile then studied Dean. Before him was not nearly enough to cover the bet. He frowned a moment and pulled from his chest pocket a shimmering pearlescent chip. He set it in front of him on the table and looked to see if it acceptable to Dean to match the bet. The player who had folded cursed softly and the second sat up a bit straighter and grinned.
"Is that for Sin?" the female still in the game asked, her eyes lighting up.
"Da," the man said with a nod.
The blonde squeezed Dean's bicep. "Ooooh, nice." She smiled at Dean. "Sin is one of the most popular here. That's a chance to play for Sin. Tough to get into that game."
"Sinning's the name of the game," Dean grinned. He'd seen offers of all sorts of 'package deals.' They all had crazy names that implied one would go to the hells of every world and included large rooms, with massages, food, and drink. Ordinarily he would ask for the exact list of sins he was buying if he accepted the chip but the expressions of the players and his 'companion' told him it was more than enough to cover the bet, and he could sell it or trade it if he won. "Done."
Dean turned his cards over, all three at once, hoping like hell that the one with the pearl chip wasn't beating him.
The man with Sin's pearl chip cursed and turned over his cards. One slot too low to beat the merchant. He pushed his chips over and after pressing his thumb in the center of the pearlescent chip, turning the outer ring from green to red, he handed it to Dean. "Put you mark on it or I guarantee you'll lose that chip before you're ten steps from the table." With a shake of his head he grumbled, "been trying to get into that fracking game for two months. I wish you luck. And if you win, may the wheel bless you and Sin be yours for all night."
The other player wouldn't have beaten either hand and sighed, tossing her cards into the center. She pushed herself to her feet. "You're too lucky for me, merchant. Think I'll try my luck elsewhere."
"Lucky... right." Collecting his winnings, Dean waited to be sure no one else wanted to play before he got up. He did as the player told him and pressed his thumb on the pearl chip until its outer ring glowed green. He'd cash in most of the winnings and then find another game. Looking around he saw that his 'lucky charm' had found another mark to hang all over. He frowned a little, then shrugged it off.
As he stood in line at the cashier, a woman behind him started to chat with him, asking him where he was from. The lies tripped easily off his tongue. He turned his chips in and was still talking to her when the cashier drew his attention.
"This can't be cashed in," she pushed the pearl chip back over to him. "You'll need to play the next round over there," she pointed.
"I want the cash not the..."
"There'll be plenty of people willing to buy it, just go to that area," she told him. "How do you want it?"
"Half and half, cubits and Bellanor gibs." He pocketed the funds, and closed his fist around the pearl chip, occasionally tossing it in the air as he walked toward where this 'sin action' was happening.
*
Sam sat on the elevated stage behind the dealer, Fallori, letting his feet dangle over the edge. The players were gathering for his game and there was already quite a crowd. He laughed to himself. He knew they came for the free show since most of them couldn't hope to afford him. He wondered, as did the entire crowd, how much of a show he would be giving tonight. Everyone loved the Night of the Wheel. He could be doing anything from stripping and dancing, to masturbating, to giving each of the players lap dances between hands. And then who ever won, it was up to the wheel how much time they got with him. The minimum was two centars, but the wheel was mostly filled with four centar slots. There were a few six centars, two eight centars, and then the real megawin. Not only did they get him for the whole night, they got him for two centars another night and a pearl chip to play in this game again. The megawin for him had only occurred twice since he'd been here. It was definitely winning the jackpot as far as the patrons were concerned.
He knew one reason he was so popular was because he was unique. He was the only one of his race on the entire station. He hadn't even seen another human since he arrived and there might not be any within uncountable light years of Thiros Station. That Sam was able to make love to almost any race, though there were a few that weren't really compatible, made him that much more valuable. Even if he wasn't compatible, he still had the knack for giving almost anyone pleasure. Cayden, the Overseer, made sure if an incompatible was in the game, certain rules were understood and certain agreements marked. Sam was priceless as far as the station was concerned and they made sure he was well fed and well tended. There were a few of the players that liked it rough, or wanted to be rough with Sam. For enough money, they could have what they wanted, so long as he wasn't permanently damaged. He despised those customers, he had enough bad dreams without their help. Fortunately those customers were few and far between. Most gambled for him because it was something to boast about, having had Sin make love to them. Well, that and the fact that according to the patrons at least, he was the best pleasure slave in the sector.
Three of the players had arrived. He waved at Bistronea Deon. She was a Tanis, a felinoid with beautiful markings of tan and dark brown and green eyes like emeralds. The males bordered on being incompatible, but the females weren't. They were just very enthusiastic lovers and if she won him he really hoped she didn't get him for longer than four centars though he certainly enjoyed her company. She was a great lover, generally managed to keep her claws in, but he had his limits on how many times he could come in a night and she didn't. The next was a Caitrin female, tall and willowy with pale lavender hair and skin that was nearly white. Sam didn't know her but saw her male sibling Zathon nearby he gave a nod to Sam. Sam knew many of Zathon's sibs and had made love to a handful of them. Based upon the deep purple robe she wore, she was a virgin. He winked at her and blew her a kiss, delighted when she giggled and blushed. Caitrins had such beautiful voices, he loved drawing forth sounds of pleasure from them. And a virgin! He was deeply honored that Zathon had brought her here because that meant Zathon wanted Sam to instruct her in how to pleasure her future mates. He couldn't help but hope she would get a longer time slot or even the whole night if she won him. The third player was Marchielle, a wiry man with black hair, and a Stiroban, a six-fingered race not fully compatible. Oh, felgercarb. Marchielle liked bondage and whips and he was one of the ones Sam despised of all his returning patrons. He looked around hunting for the fourth and finally spotted...him. He was dressed like a merchant, maybe from the Bellanore guild. He studied the man, trying to identify his race. He watched the man's movements, studied his hair, counted his fingers, looked at his face, his ears, everything.
Huh. His identifying racial features must be hidden underneath his clothes. He was probably Danobin or Ch'sen. They made decent lovers, so that would be fine. Grinning at the newcomer and showing off his straight white teeth and dimples, he waved the man to the empty seat. "Welcome to the table of Sin, Merchant."
"More like sin city," Dean answered, grinning back. He started to pull his gaze away, then did a double take. Very slowly, he studied the guy's face, his posture and the way he was swinging his legs. Huh. He wondered what species lived in this quadrant. He was a dead ringer for human, which was unlikely. Right? Licking his lips, Dean approached him. "You playing too?"
The crowd around Dean laughed and Sam grinned. The man had absolutely no idea who he was. Most definitely a first timer, and he must have won his chip from another gambler. "We all play here. Some just more than others," he said, looking down at the man, grinning. What race was he? Sam continued to wonder since even this close he was not finding anything that identified the merchant's race. He smiled at the man and leaned a little closer. "Now we can't start until you sit down and ante up your chip," he almost whispered as he motioned to the empty chair. "Don't you want to see who wins Sin tonight?"
"I think I'd like to know what kinda sin it is I'm winning tonight, but like you said, they're waiting." Seeing that the man wasn't going to play, he headed for the one empty place and sat. Spinning the pearl chip on the table, he watched it roll to the rest of the bets, and fall onto its side. He motioned to a cocktail waitress and asked for a buzzer to drink.
Sam had to bite back his laugh. This man had no idea that he was 'Sin.' He wondered if the man even liked to have sex with other men. Wouldn't that just be a kick. It had been an even longer time since he had had the chance to convince a man who had never had sex with a man to let Sam make love to him. And this man was finer than fine to look at. At this point though, the man had committed himself. He had handed over the chip. He could intentionally lose, but if he won Sam, Sam was his for however long the wheel said.
Fallori, the dealer, broke open two new decks of cards and she shuffled them thoroughly. The crowd had already begun to chant, "Wheel, wheel, wheel."
Smiling, she turned to the wheel and looked up at Sam. "Ready?"
"Gimme a sweet one, Fallori. It's a rowdy crowd tonight."
She laughed. "It's always a rowdy crowd on the Night of the Wheel." She took hold of the wheel and spun it. The flapper rattled against the pins as the wheel spun fast and hard. The wheel finally began slowing, the clack-clack-clack getting slower and slower until it came to rest on the number seven.
"Seven," Fallori said to him and ran her finger over a button by the wheel. The music began and Sam pulled his feet up onto the stage. A dance it was.
He laid flat and did a pushup, then kicked off so he was doing a handstand. He dropped and rolled up to his feet and began gyrating his hips as he grinned at the cat calls and whistles and shouts. He began to slowly undo his shirt as he danced on the stage. He finally had his shirt open and, picking up an aromatic oil, drizzled it over his chest. Slowly caressing himself, he rubbed it in, running his fingers around his nipples until they were tight nubs, letting the crowd hear his moan. He placed one finger in his mouth and began pushing it in and out as he stroked himself through the pants he wore. He met the eyes of each of the players as Fallori dealt out their cards.
At first, Dean kept looking away. But sometime, somewhere along the line, he found himself watching with fascination, until the guy's eyes met his and the jolt of unexpected heat had him dragging his eyes away. Letting out a breath, he focused on the cards, muttering under his breath. "Who is paying him to be distracting? It's called cheating." The women at the table seemed mesmerized by the dance, as was the other man.
Fallori laughed at the merchant. "It's part of the stakes, sir. Keeping your mind on your cards while imagining what pleasures Sin will offer. And believe me, Sin is worth every coin you've paid."
Sam loved the almost flush he brought to the stranger. He couldn't deny that he hoped the new one won him. He was really intrigued, wanting to know the man's race, and then it was obvious the man was shy, or maybe a virgin lover when it came to the same sex. Oh, this could be a very exciting night. He didn't often get anything truly new and interesting in his life. This one had potential. He decided to give the man a little extra attention and put on a bit more of a show than a seven really earned. He took hold of his shirt and with a sharp tug, tore it in half, letting the two halves slide down his arms. He tossed the first half out to the crowd between the two women, then the second half he tossed right behind the merchant. He ran his hands suggestively over his body, fingers running along the troughs between the muscles of his hard body then up to his neck and over his face.
He slid his hand down the front of his pants and moaned loudly. When the merchant looked up, Sam met his gaze with his most intense seductive look and stroked himself a little harder and gave a few sharp thrusts, as if in promise of what he would offer the merchant if he won him.
Dean gave an embarrassed grin, feeling all of the attention, not just from the dancer, but from the crowd. Keep it up, this isn't going to change the fact that I'm gonna win. This time, he forced himself to hold the man's eyes, challenging him, telling him he and his cohorts... be it the house, or one of the players, were not going to pull one over on him.
He motioned for his cards, breathing a sigh of relief when the man turned away and he could look down.
The look the man gave Sam burned through him and he stroked himself just a little more than he might have otherwise. Oh, yes, he wanted that one to win him tonight. With that in mind, Sam made sure to pay a little extra attention to each of the other players. There were time limits on turns and he watched as the Tanis almost didn't make a discard, and even then, made it somewhat in haste. He had to keep his attention balanced though or he would be disciplined. He pulled his hand out and turned around, bending over and wiggling his butt, and after caressing his cheeks through the cloth, ran his hands under the cloth, kneading the muscles there. He slowly peeled off the outer layer of the pants. He had a lighter, thinner pair of pants on that fit him like a second skin. He dropped his pants behind Fallori, and he heard the disappointed cry from the crowd.
The sound from the crowd had Dean looking back again. Okay, he'd never before thought the sight of a man gyrating could be sexy. Well this one proved him wrong. Very wrong, though he had a better time of keeping his mind on the game than some of the others, it seemed.
The music slowed and Sam switched over to a more sensual dance, throwing in some martial arts kata that he had learned in his youth, carefully holding each form, flexing his muscles and adding in some slow moving gymnastics. He took the time to note that the new merchant seemed to be doing rather well.
As the chips in the center of the table, all but the pearl ones, were pushed to his side, Dean thought the guy really deserved a tip. When whoever was paying him lost, Dean might give the guy that tip. The dance had subtly changed. Some of those moves were... they were familiar. A frown marred Dean's forehead, but he came to his senses quickly enough to make a decision on which card he would discard.
A little clapping had him nodding, but every once in a while, his gaze was drawn back. Kata... that's what those moves reminded him of. Could the man be human? Dean watched with an interest of a different sort.
The game was winding down to the last few hands and the music faded. Sam gave a bow to the crowd and then sat cross legged, watching the final decisions being made and the final cards being dealt. It looked like it was going to be between Bistronea and the stranger, but there could always be an upset at the last micron.
Dean let out a sigh of relief. He could worry about where the man came from later. First he wanted to hang onto his money, and second he wanted to win the sin package. Losing wasn't something he liked. Focusing solely on the game, he mentally calculated the risks. The man sitting across from him looked sure. Very sure of his cards. Dean's were... iffy.
Without counting his chips, he pushed a whole tower to the center. When the man met his bet without blinking, and one of the women folded with a sigh, Dean counted out three cards, and tossed them to the dealer. "Change."
When the dealer gave him fresh cards, and his opponent wanted none, Dean lifted the bottle of buzzer and took a long drink. Then, without looking at the cards, he shoved the rest of his chips forward, signaling the two original cards were strong. His eyes never wavered from the watery blue eyes in front of him, but he felt the weight of another gaze from the stage and was all too aware of it.
Sam felt his stomach clench. Frack. It looked like it might be between the stranger and Marchielle. The Caitrin had folded and Bistronea looked decidedly undecided about whether to wager or not. She finally shook her head, whiskers curling forward and she tossed her cards in, giving a lingering look at Sam. That the stranger traded out some cards and then didn't even check what he got was almost unsettling. There were only a few hands that could be that strong, or he could be bluffing. If he was bluffing and was wrong, he was going to lose a lot of money. The house got a cut of the winnings of course and with that much on the table, Cayden was going to be a very happy overseer no matter who won. If Marchielle won, he would have to pay even more to be permitted to have Sam the way he preferred because after Marchielle, Sam wouldn't be able to work for a few days. His eyes were locked on the stranger. He begged silently, hoping that the man had the hand he pretended.
Dean rubbed his chin. "I call." He opened one of his originally closed cards. It had two bars and three dots. He flipped the second one over, and it was a match.
The man, Marchielle, didn't appear happy, but he knew, like everyone else that Dean had no idea if he'd managed to draw another matching card. He turned over his own five cards, he hadn't exchanged any, revealing four matching cards of a lower number and suit... but he would win unless the merchant had another matching card. "Withdraw and take half the money, I get the human," he offered.
The offer had sounded good until the Stirobon used the word human. "What human?" he asked.
Sam didn't know whether to laugh or not. The merchant didn't know what he had been playing for. When he found out, Sam suspected that would be the end of it and Marchielle would have him. Frack, frack, frack.
Fallori smiled at Dean. "Sin, of course," she said and glanced up at Sam who managed a smile. "The only human in the sector. Possibly the only human within parsecs. We've not had a human pass through here in yahrens. That's why he is so valuable. He is unique."
"Sin is a person..." Stopping, Dean's gaze darted to the man who'd danced for them. So he hadn't been on anyone's side, he was the prize? Strange, how he was thinking that the man's voice was melodic and pleasant, when they'd only exchanged a few words, and this... Sin... he must have internally been laughing at Dean's ignorance about the prize.
Their gazes locked, and he didn't understand what was in the depths of Sin's eyes. It was something different than the flirtatious heated looks from earlier. Human. Dean looked at his opponent. Ordinarily, he'd have withdrawn. Not to save the money, but because he didn't believe in slavery on principle. "I'm in."
Sam was surprised the merchant stayed in. If he took Marchielle's offer, he would have easily come out ahead financially. Perhaps Sam had misread him. Perhaps he wasn't a virgin when it came to men...but Sam didn't think that was why the stranger stayed in and risked it all. Sam had kept his eyes neutral even though he wanted nothing more than to silently plead with the man to win him. The nightmares he always had were so much worse after a night with Marchielle. As final money was on the table there was no reason to flirt with either player and therefore he was not permitted to show any favoritism.
A hush fell over the crowd. Dean reached out, flipped a card. Two dots. Internally, he cursed, but didn't show his worries. He flipped the next card. One bar and two dots, shit. He lifted his gaze to his opponent. "Withdraw and take half the money, I get Sin," he offered.
There was laughter, not only from his opponent, but also from within the crowd. Closing his eyes, he hoped lady fortune was with him still... Reaching out, he turned the card over.
Dean didn't look at the card, he was looking at his opponent looking down at the cards and saw the man blanch. It was only then that he let out his breath, and sat back against the chair.
Relief filled Sam. No Marchielle. Of course, who knew, the stranger could be ten times worse. Sam moved to the edge of the stage, laying on his stomach and cradling his chin on the back of his hands. He gave the man his most mischievous look. "Now let's see how long you own Sin tonight, merchant with nerves of a M'cktau."
He didn't know why but the 'human's' antics made him want to laugh. Course Dean knew the guy was a trained entertainer and was probably skilled in giving anyone that 'feel good' feeling, it came with the territory.
Sam gave a nod to Fallori. She made a small show of it, first running a scanner over the pile of chips. The amount of Dean's winnings showed on the screen just below Sam. The crowd gasped and murmured. That was one of the highest pots in a long time. The number decreased and the amount of the house's take showed below the new total. Sam pulled himself over the edge to look at the numbers. Oh, Cayden was going to be very happy indeed. The number was well above the threshold so that even Sam would see money out of it, a decent amount of money. It was enough he could even buy himself an extra night off if that's the way he wanted to spend it. He would make sure this merchant had the best night of his life because he definitely wanted to see this daring gambler back at his table again.
Dean stood up, his eyes on the wheel.
Fallori took hold of the wheel and spun it hard. Sam held his breath. Let the man win him for at least six centars so he could truly show the man he was worth every cubit or gib or draul he had spent. The wheel finally slowed. Lights and sounds erupted suddenly from the wheel when it came to a stop. Megawin!
"You are indeed a lucky man!" Fallori exclaimed. She took the pearl chip that Dean had used to get into the game and put it on the table in front of him alongside a voucher for his winnings.
Sam grinned, did a handstand and flipped so he landed lightly on his feet on the game floor. All other patrons no longer existed for him. The merchant was his sole focus. He slunk up to the man and fell to his knees before him, but his eyes never wavered from the man's face. Taking the merchant's hand he brought it to his lips, kissing its palm and tickling the hollow of the hand with his tongue.
"Ah..." It was unusual for Dean to stand there speechless, but getting his palm tongued by a man in front of an audience did just that. His fingers seemed to curl around Sin's hand of their own accord and he took a deep breath.
"I am yours until morning light. Twelve centars of Sin and ultimate pleasure," he promised in a silken tone. "Let us retire to the Hatori suite where a heated bath awaits you and where I will massage your tense muscles and you can tell Sin of your deepest desires, desires I promise will come to fruition."
"Sin and ultimate pleasure," Dean nodded, his own eyes filling with amusement now. He gave a low laugh and started to pull Sin up. "Come on, get up." Yeah, they were drawing a bit of a crowd, something he didn't need. As soon as the tall, bare chested man got up, Dean started to lead him out of the area, his eyes widening as he felt Sin's arm slip around his waist. Really should have expected that one.
Once they were away from those congratulating him, Dean turned to talk to Sin and found his lips only inches from his own. Clearing his throat, he moved his face so he was close to Sin's ear. "You really human?"
Sam breathed in the man's scent. Pleasant. Vaguely...familiar. He couldn't place the specific smell that tried to tickle its way to the surface of his memories. Probably a cologne or soap he had smelled on another of his customers at some point. Obviously a customer he should remember if the scent had enough of an impact for him to recall it. He started to lean forward and kiss the man when instead the man was whispering in his ear. Yes, a question he had heard before. 'Are you really human? I hear humans can do this or do that' The rumors were often very entertaining. He had come to the conclusion few races who passed through here had any clue what a human was or wasn't. Humans were simply different and therefore exotic and everyone liked exotic.
"False advertising would be bad for business," Sam said, twisting his head so their lips were once again close. "I am human. And you? What race are you?"
"Human," Dean answered. It was only after the word left his lips that he kicked himself for it. It had been yahrens since they'd found humans during their quest through the galaxies, and too often those they thought were human were Cylon tricks, androids and the like. But this... this felt real. And something else felt real too. The heat flooding his system from being too close. "Ah..."
The merchant's answer was not unexpected. It wasn't necessarily a common answer but one he had heard from those who looked very close to human at first glance. They wanted to be unique, too, or pretend to offer Sam something he hadn't had in yahrens. Another human to touch.
Sam ran his fingers down the side of the handsome man's face. "Oh sweetheart, trust me, you don't want to be human. You'll end up with one of these," he touched the leather like collar around his throat, "on you. You saw my price and that could have been for a mere two centars of my time instead of all night. If you wish to be human, of course you can be, the customer is always right but," and he winked at Dean, "you best pretend you're not. Say you're Danobin or Ch'sen when they ask. Mmmm, yes Danobin fits you best I think. You have eyes like a Danobin."
Dean didn't really know whether Sin was giving him a warning or really thinking he was scamming or something. His gut said it was a combo of both, but before he could question, they were joined by another man.
"Lord Dean," Overseer Cayden said, smiling, showing his slightly fanged teeth. "Welcome, welcome and congratulations on winning our very best servicer and our very best package. I am Overseer Cayden." He gave a slight bow. "I see that you are new to experiencing this area of servicing, your name is not in our database. As such, I must tend to a few minor details, I won't keep you long, and trust that your time with number sixty-nine," he indicated Sam, "with 'Sin' as he is best known, will not start until these details have been handled." He bowed slightly again. "Sin is our most valuable of servicers and as such, we must be concerned about his welfare. Some minor bruises are acceptable, such things do happen, but if you are interested in utilizing additional accoutrements to enhance your pleasure, we must know this so we can provide them to you. Any such accoutrements that might damage this exquisite piece of flesh beside you, that will cost extra. Any damage above and beyond the normal, that too will cost extra and we need to be made aware of such desires now. We also need to know what race you are so we are certain you are compatible or if any adjustments and accoutrements do need to be offered to make your servicer as compatible to your racial heritage as possible. And to ease your mind, all of our servicers are free of any diseases and fully vaccinated. Unprotected sex is, as such, permitted." The man smiled at Dean and tilted his head waiting for the customer's response.
When Dean turned his head to look at the overseer, Sin nuzzled his ear gently, knowing just where the spots on a Danobin's ears were most sensitive and focusing his attentions there.
Feeling Sin's hot breaths against his ear, Dean lost his outrage and had something new to focus on. His eyes closed for a moment, then he pulled away slightly, hoping for his brain to fucking unfreeze. Yeah, he'd been around the 'verse. There was slavery everywhere. But hearing Sin spoken about like he was a piece of meat to be bartered... and really, knowing it wasn't Sin that would profit from it but his owner, it had Dean's blood boiling. Especially if he was dealing with a human here.
Taking a breath, he forced himself to be civil. "I'm... Danobin, and I don't need any... toys, thanks... I think." Making a face, he put his arm around Sin, "twelve centars, starting now." He just wanted the man to buzz off, and this seemed the best way to do it. And no, the warmth of Sin's body was not affecting him.
The Overseer gave a few more bits of advice and then left them alone.
Dean turned and then suddenly found Sin plastered to him. "Ah... you don't have to do this, seriously." He dug into his pocket, found the smooth round chip, pulled it out and pressed it into Sam's palm.
Sam felt the chip placed in his hand as he began to work on the Danobin's neck. He didn't bother to look at it. "You can provide any tips to Overseer Cayden, but tips are not necessary." He straightened and looked into the merchant's eyes. "Come, let me take you to the suite. There you will find the best food available, drinks of all manner, a steaming salt bath and a place I can massage you and make love to you. The view is beautiful and there is a large comfortable bed. If anything is missing that you require, it will be provided." He worked the chip back into the man's pocket and let his hand drift over the man's groin after pulling his hand free. He paused a moment, a slight frown creasing his brow. The man's member didn't feel Danobin. Well, he certainly wasn't going to point out any sexual defect the man might have and quickly hid his surprise. With his reaction he would need to reassure the man any physical defect made no matter to him. He ran his hand up between the shirt and over shirt caressingly. "What do you desire, Lord Dean?"
His mouth was hanging open. Again. He'd definitely felt the caress... definitely, though it had been over in a micron. If he were the sort of guy that talked to his cock, he'd tell it to calm the hell down. His heart was acting weird, hammering against his chest and Sin's hand on him wasn't helping any. "It's not like that." Dean pulled away before he was driven crazy and took a deep breath. "Can we... can we just find a place and talk?" He licked his lips. "I want to know some things." Not wanting to give Sin a chance to argue, he grabbed his arm. "Over there, let's go get a table near the bar."
Sam had to admit, he was more than a little baffled. He hadn't had a customer want to delay going to the luxury suite except that one gambler who wanted to spend more time at the tables while his luck was 'hot.' He had Sam suck him off at the tables while he played. Sam had given plenty of blow jobs in public, but usually those were the mini-auctions and that was what they had won. This merchant wanted to talk? Well, Sam was well versed in almost any topic and some clients liked mental stimulation or preferred 'getting to know' him before the sex.
"Whatever you desire, Lord Dean, I am here to serve." He let Dean lead him over to a table, deftly avoiding a few patrons who attempted a free touch. He was Dean's to touch now and no others’. He settled gracefully into the chair Dean pointed to. Bottles of buzzers were brought immediately to the table. Apparently that was the merchant's drink of choice earlier. Pity. He would have preferred something stronger.
"All food and drink are free to you while I am yours. We have anything you might want. Danobin fire-wine, Snowden, white ice..." He brightened. Yes, this man wanted to pretend to be human. Who knew what he might know of humans. "Being human, perhaps you would prefer grog or ambrosa? There are bottles of ambrosa available to you that are over three hundred yahren old. You'll find nothing older or finer." Sam ran his hand over a light cube and the table illuminated softly. Sam pointed at the table where pictures of various food dishes were being displayed. "Would you like to eat while we talk?"
Sitting down next to Sin, he shook his head. "It's just Dean, drop the 'Lord' alright? And I don't want anything, listen." He knew this was the routine, Sin was trying to make him comfortable, and advising him of what was available, but he wasn't here for that. "Sin..." Feeling too many eyes on them, he lowered his voice and leaned in. "Are you from Earth? An Earthling?" he asked, searching Sin's face to see if the word made any sort of impact. Most had never heard of Earth.
Earth...that name held a vague recollection for Sam, something from when he was younger when he was at the academ...he slammed that line of thought down immediately. He scooted a little closer to Dean. "I can be from anywhere you'd like."
Dean found a warm thigh pressed tightly against his and then Sin's hand dropped down over his thigh as he leaned in. Sucking in a sharp breath, Dean's mind registered how good Sin smelled. He slapped his hand over Sin's, and leaned in closer. "Earth?" he asked again, his voice a little husky.
Sam smiled when the merchant's hand came to rest on top of his, stopping him from caressing and investigating further. "Shy?" Sam whispered. "I can do shy." He smile turned to a grin and finally he let the old rhyme that the word 'Earth' had invoked out. He didn't need to remember where he learned it. He could push that aside. He had to if he was going to keep his sanity.
"The many shall go forth in time, And many long shall search, And one shall find a garden, in the rolling hills of Earth," Sam sang softly. He gave a shrug. "Earth."
Hearing the passage from The Book Of The Word, Dean's gaze sharpened. There would be no better way to lure a human these days but if Sin was for real, the ramifications were... "Let's go to the room, do this there," he said. "And order ambrosa... or whatever you like, something strong." If what Sin said was true, he was getting the man off the station and to the fleet. But first, he had to be sure, and a little drinking would help loosen the guy's tongue and maybe have him not thinking too clearly about the answers he gave.
Getting up, he kept his grip on Sin's hand, crowding him as they walked away from the bar. He could see envy in the eyes of those they passed, and found himself putting an arm around Sin. "You're either really something or your PR people do an awesome job of it."
Sam was pleased by the reaction he got from this client and especially pleased at the thought of ambrosa. Ambrosa relaxed most humanoids and after a few drinks he could start getting the man to relax and enjoy the evening. If the man wanted to play human Sam was more than fine with that. Better than some other role-plays he'd been forced into in the past. The sudden possessiveness he felt from the man when Dean placed his arm around him pleased him as well.
"I'm really something," Sam whispered, "and I promise you, you'll come to agree before night's end. In the future you may fall asleep in another's arms but you will always think of and remember Sin."
Sam led him to the lifts and ordered it to their suite. He always had a nice suite for his clientele, but he didn't get the Hatori suite unless someone purchased him for the entire night, assuming someone else hadn't already claimed the suite. With the Megawin, though, the Hatori suite was his, no matter if it had been previously booked or not.
As soon as they stepped into the suite, Sam took a deep breath of the refreshing smells of sea and rain, and subtle scents of tropical flowers. He felt himself relax almost immediately, enjoying the scents that would please a Danobin. Dean had grown a little tense and Sam had sensed his impatience on the ride up to the suite. Good. Once they were out of view of others, perhaps the man would not be so shy. "Computer, Lord Dean requests ambrosa, the finest the station has. Victuals of Natari fruit, daeson cake with spice icing, roast trellis fledgling, stuffed." He turned toward Dean and began unlacing his vest. "Also some fried red tubers. End request." He hadn't finished unlacing the vest yet but stepped in close and kissed Dean lightly on the lips, once, twice, three times, each time his kiss lingering a bit longer.
Dean was on board with the liquor and food orders but looked down at Sin's hands unlacing his tunic. He started to pull away, but was ambushed again, this time by a pair of warm lips sliding over his, at first soft as a whisper, then lingering. Lips parting, Dean moved on auto pilot, placing his hand at the back of Sin's head and kissing him again, this time pushing his tongue inside Sin's mouth, stroking his palette, then tangling his tongue with Sin's. Sin's response drew a soft moan from him, one that snapped Dean out of the moment and had him pulling away.
Sam liked the almost immediate response he got from the man. The merchant was aggressive and liked to take control, so he would make sure he led the man down that path, starting things that the man could then take over. And the man was a good kisser, too. This might be a very enjoyable night indeed, and so different from how it could have been if Marchielle had won him.
Being sure to keep Dean's focus elsewhere, he continued to unlace the man's vest. He got the last lace undone just as the man groaned with pleasure. He bit back a sound of complaint when the man suddenly pulled away. Frack. Maybe the man was shy even in here. He stared into those gorgeous eyes and waited patiently for Dean to start kissing him, or explain, or tell him what he wanted next.
Dean's mouth burned. His body ached to pull Sin close. "I..." he swallowed. "Look, I wasn't expecting to 'win' you. I don't... not very often with guys." He'd had a few experiences, more because partner swapping and group sex was involved. "Maybe we can do a little, you know, talking?"
Not a virgin. Frack. He had rather hoped to be the one to de-flower the man. Still, Dean seemed to be a nervous and inexperienced lover as far as same sex love went. Sam slipped the vest off the man's shoulders. "So I gathered. I'm very glad you did. You are handsome," he said placing his palm against Dean's cheek and running his thumb over his lips. "You have soft and sensual lips, and eyes I could drown in. I don't usually see such depth of emotion in a merchant's eyes."
Leading Dean over to an overstuffed couch that would open up into a bed, he gently pushed Dean down onto it. "It's okay to be nervous. We can go as slowly as you want." He knelt in front of Dean and began pulling off his boots. "So Dean, what would you like to talk about? Don't be embarrassed to tell me your fantasies. I can give you most any fantasy you desire." Teasingly he added, "You should see me in drag. They say I'm prettier than some of the females here. Now if you're looking for short, well," he looked at Dean through his long lashes, "I can just stay on my knees for you." He pursed his lips ever so slightly, only long enough to hopefully put thoughts in Dean's head of what his lips could do for him.
Even as he laughed, Dean stopped Sin from taking his boots off. He really couldn't imagine this guy in drag, and the knees comment, well it was probably having just the affect he intended since Dean felt his cheeks and neck growing warm. "Sit," he moved over. "I mean on the couch. And ah... you don't have to do any of this... this... you know, 'your eyes sparkle like the stars and lips are like flowers' thing. Just sit here, let's talk."
The blush that colored the merchant's cheeks was just too endearing. Women were much more likely to blush in his experience. In speaking with his female co-workers, they argued the reverse was true, so Sam assumed it was simply easier to get the opposite sex to blush. Danobins though...their blush was more purple, not pink like this man's. Odd, he mused but thought little more of it. He had seen many unusual things here. Immediately rising, he sat down next to the man. "Why wouldn't I want to do this? I'm looking forward to kissing you, to touching you and exciting you, to having you inside me when you come."
A knock sounded and then a woman walked inside, rolling a tray of drinks and food right next to them. Opening the covers of the food, she left quietly.
Dean immediately reached for the drink. "I got it," he said, seeing Sin try to do 'his duty.' He poured two glasses of the ambrosa and gave one to Sin. "Tell me about yourself. When did you get here, to the station?"
Occasionally people asked him about himself, about his past. He accepted the ambrosa and sipped it, closing his eyes in pleasure as he held the wonderful drink in his mouth before finally swallowing. "Mmm, nothing like good ambrosa." He leaned back and studied the merchant. Under all that flowing fabric was a hard, muscular body and he was looking forward to getting that shirt off of him and getting him in the jet-bath, or giving him a massage.
"There is no time before I was here," Sam said. He touched the collar around his throat. "Once a slave, or once sold to a new owner, little of the before times may be discussed if those times are even remembered. I have been here a few yahrens. This place is much better than where I was before. With a few rare exceptions, the days here are definitely better. I have fine clothing, excellent food and drink, and you've seen the patrons of Thiros. This is a holiday spot, a resort, a place for people to forget their troubles and laugh and enjoy themselves. I get to help them enjoy themselves. I am one of the station's most treasured possessions and they treat me as such. I have been well educated in almost all the races that pass through here. I am aware of histories and current politics, movies and sports. At least those that are most popular." He grinned. "I spend a good portion of my time when I am not giving pleasure staying abreast of such things so if someone wishes to talk," he took another sip of his drink, looking over the rim at Dean, "I can talk about whatever they desire. I am also trained in a few different instruments and can sing and dance."
Every time the word "desire" passed Sin's lips, Dean's stomach muscles tensed. Concentrating was a lot harder than it should be. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if Sin came with some sort of... hypnosis or something.
"So tell me Dean, where do you come from? What is your life like?"
"My life's not all that exciting. You know, sit around, sell stuff, watch the digital movement of the chronometer," he shrugged. "I've come to investigate business opportunities on the planet Castiel. Tell me, is there a lot of Cylon activity in the area? I haven't noticed any and ah... I do like to keep a low profile where they're concerned."
Sam listened with interest but when Dean said 'Cylon' his breath simply locked up in his chest.
Dean thought Sin might be getting tense and it was not unexpected given the subject. "Have some more," he suggested, touching his glass to Sin's and lifting it to his lips.
The clink of the glasses shook Sam out of his frozen state. He took a drink as Dean suggested and forced himself to stay under control and keep the shake out of his hands. He took a second drink then and wondered if he had managed not to pale. He suspected not. People rarely spoke so bluntly of the Cylons. Some of his customers had bragged to him of dealings and some had spoken of the Cylons with distaste but no one asked about them. "Business opportunities. Castiel. Uh, yes. There are. I am not permitted to give references. It would depend upon what sort of business transactions you have in mind as to whether there might be anything of interest."
Dean nodded, his question had been very general and hard to answer.
He knew he shouldn't say anything about what he knew of the Cylons but he liked Dean and wanted to see him come back. So he would offer up a small bit of advice, though he knew he was walking in dangerous territory. "Cy-Cylons. They...they sometimes pass through. Not them actually, but those who work for them. I wouldn't recommend discussing any business dealings with the Zindos or Mallocks. They would be the most likely to have close ties. The Tanis don't like the Cylons. You should probably ask among them for more information." Seeing Dean's slight confusion at the names of races, Sam elaborated. "Zindos, they are humanoid. Overseer Cayden, he is Zindos. Mallocks. They are reptilian, brown in color, somewhat short. You probably saw them in the gambling dens but they rarely partake of the pleasure slaves. The Ovions too. They're insectoids. If it's to their advantage, they'll deal with the Cylons. Tanis. Felinoid. You played against one for me."
"I know the Ovions," Dean nodded. "They're just like you say." Unfortunately, it was sounding like shore leave here was not a good idea. Better to know than to be surprised, that's why he was here scouting. He tried to keep his mind on what they were talking about but kept having it wander on him. Leaning over to the table, he snagged a couple of snacks, trying them before whole heartedly popping them into his mouth.
After taking another drink, Sam continued. "Cylons are not generally well liked among the humanoids though you never know who might deal with them. They can offer things many others cannot and at good prices since they care little for profit...I would suggest steering clear of lambda sector if you wish to stay off of their screens. I know nothing else," Sam said. He knew a lot more, but that was all he was going to say on the subject. "Would you...would you like to bathe now? Or eat?" Sam asked hopefully. He really didn't want more conversation at this point. He wanted to forget anything and everything he could about the Cylons and hoped his answers had been enough for the merchant.
"Thanks for the scoop, it's helpful." Dean raised the glass to his mouth and took a drink. "Is there something in the ambrosa?" When he looked at Sin, he found himself focusing on his lips, and dragged his gaze up. Well that didn't help, not when he was refocusing first on his eyes, and now on the column of his throat, and wanting to look lower. He licked his lips, knowing the idea of a bath should be discarded at once.
"Something in the ambrosa?" Sam asked and shook his head. "That would be a crime to ruin it with anything. Of course not." He saw that Dean was beginning to relax and the way Dean's eyes began to rake over him. The pulse at Dean's neck was definitely beginning to increase in rhythm. "We do have a variety of legal drugs if you are interested in such enhancements."
Sam edged closer to Dean. He was long used to the scents the room was filled with, scents that would awaken the libidos of whatever race he was with. Danobi pheromones spiced the air and other gentler gasses would enhance the client's experience, adding depth and texture to the smells. That was, of course, part of the package Dean had won. He let his hand drift over Dean's chest, caressing and rubbing. Finding one of Dean's nipples he brushed over it with his fingers then circled around it, wishing Dean would let him undress him. Encouragement was definitely in order.
He didn't want any drugs. It's just he felt... Dean's gaze lifted to Sin's when he felt his hand on his chest. "I..."
Leaning closer, Sam kissed Dean again, parting his lips so Dean could take control of the kiss immediately. His free hand went to the merchant's back and rubbed in small circles before beginning to play with the hair at the base of Dean's neck.
"Sin..." he whispered against the guy's lips, trying to resist but suddenly unable to think of a single reason why he had to stop. "Mmm," he started to kiss Sin back, gently at first, experimenting. Firm, defined male lips, soft and silky, moved against Dean's mouth. Sin was responding to his every touch, with no hesitation, like he knew how Dean wanted to kiss him and where he wanted to be touched.
The sudden change in Dean reminded Sam of how Sam had responded when yahrens ago, he'd first been exposed to the Danobi pheromones. Once they discovered his susceptibility to the pheromones, they'd used it to train him in the pleasure giving arts. Even now, unless it bothered a client's race, he always had the pheromones in his suite when he serviced because with the pheromones, he could go all night long and keep up with even the most enthusiastic of clients, no matter their race. Tanis notwithstanding. Fortunately most actual Danobins did not affect him as such. These pheromones came from their joiners, the third in the trio needed in order to conceive.
Arching against the man, brushing his fingers in all the right places, Sam could tell the merchant's desire was slowly heightening. It certainly wouldn't be the first time a shy client suddenly found their inhibitions lowered by the scents piped in to the room, and it certainly wouldn't be the first time Sam had his pants ripped off of him. He wouldn't be at all surprised if that happened this time. Maybe he would encourage that as well. Danobins were close to humans in structure and sexual organs. He hadn't had a really good wild bit of lovemaking with someone who was fully compatible in a while. This merchant was wholly delicious and though he might be near virginal when it came to making love to a man, it was looking more and more like he was well experienced otherwise.
Heat turned to fire, and Dean pulled Sin into his arms, enveloping him in a tight embrace as he deepened the kiss, weaving his tongue in and out of the wet heat of his mouth. Sin's hot breaths fanned out over his cheeks, kicking Dean's lust up a notch. He moved his palm along Sin's side, over rippling muscles, down to his thigh, then back up, mapping the hard planes of his stomach, groaning as he fought the need to sweep his hand down lower, to find out what was under the thin material of Sin's pants.
When he needed to breathe, his mouth slipped off Sin's. He dipped his head down, kissing Sin's throat, sucking his sensitive flesh into his mouth, and then tracing his strong jaw with hot wet kisses. "Taste so good. Better than ambrosa," he muttered, whispering hotly over Sin's ear. "Gimme your mouth."