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The children's c’ntlip cup remained on the ground where it belonged. Kwei insulted him by even offering it. Children only needed it because they were so stupid that they couldn’t recognize alcohol poisoning. Dek could, so it was only right he drank in the same way as the other young men.
Kwei tried to pour for him, and to only pour it half full. He gave up the third time Dek flared his mandibles at him.
“Fine, get jumped for all I care,” Kwei snapped. But he kept an annoying eye on him. Which was both an irritation and a relief.
The other young men grew rowdier the more they drank. Loud roaring jokes, boasting, and the echoing click of laughter. Dek watched from his seat, claws tapping on the cup that took him straight pass rowdy and into dizzy. The celebration undulated, the music pounded in his ears like a heartbeat. Occasionally eyes would turn to him but Kwei would stand between before anyone could decide how to bother him.
His brother really didn’t want to help Dek hide a broken hand again.
Then as the night truly fell girls began to show up. The young bloods immediately noticed the first one, thumping each other on the chests and standing as tall as possible. On holidays like this the older warriors wouldn’t allow them near the women. Too much trouble, too handsy. But if the women not quite ready to carry children decided to say hello themselves? Well that was another deal.
A fight broke out between Syech and Rri’nin. No one’s surprise, they were crazy about the same woman. They swung at each other with their fists and roared, each losing precious opportunities by glancing back at her after they landed a hit.
If Dek wasn’t trying to hide how utterly smashed he was, then he might have shown them how to actually fight. They relied too much on their size and not enough on wit or speed. Dek could do better. He could show them.
As Rri’nin held Syech over the bonfire the woman called for him. He let go and didn’t look back as Syech’s cousin pulled him back to his feet just before his back burned. The cousin laughed as he patted him on the shoulder. No girl was going to sleep with him tonight.
‘Good,’ Dek thought bitterly. Everyone wanted to have sex tonight, it being good luck for the year. If he has to be the only one stuck with his own hand again he was going to—
Syech turned to Dek. Not with a dangerous eye but with a tilted head. Dek watched back but so did Kwei, so the interaction didn’t go further. That was until the guy wandered off almost to the edge of the firelight.
A moment later Dek’s wrist buzzed. He squinted at it. While it wasn’t the tiny combat version that prioritized durability over pleasure the screen still swam. His finger clicked the wrong app at first, opening up some stupid video about the “top 5 coolest sapient prey” rather than his texts. It took another second of fumbling before he managed to get to the right place.
‘Get your brother off hell hound duty’ – the first message between them in 7 years. The last one just a file relating to a history project. He didn’t remember sending it and never bothered to save the contact.
Dek responded with several question marks.
‘Come on, I don’t mean anything bad’.
‘Then jsut talk t o me’
‘You’re not worth it’
He sneered and slammed his gauntlet shut. Whoever it was they were in his training pack. Some were okay when the assholes weren’t around. If they wanted to hang out then Kwei wouldn’t have a problem with it.
Half an hour passed. Dek’s vision swam a little less but he still struggled with the small screen. While he could pop out the bigger holographic one, that would be embarrassing. Last thing he needed was for everyone to assume the only friends he had were online and just as alone as he was during the pre-breeding moon.
“I’m not going to hurt you I just wanna say something”
Dek looked up, raking his eyes over the gaggle of young bloods and the oldest unblooded. Many from the same cohort.
He heavily resented not being taken on those hunting trips yet.
Half the boys were gone. Those that remained were either drunk and play fighting, or absolutely trashed and singing some bawdy song. Kwei stood at the edge of the bonfire light clicking at some girl. Good. He deserved the attention.
Then he noticed Syech. He sat with his legs out and his torso so slouched that it looked like he was about to fall off his chair. Dek clicked in irritation as Syech raised his gauntlet and eyebrows.
“Oh. you’re Syech.”
Syech threw his arms up and flared. On the bottom of the log it said he was typing. Then it went blank several times. Finally, a message went through.
“You really should have the whole pack saved”
“ddon’t need it.”
“doesn’t that make the chat confusing as fuck?”
Before he could stop it Dek flared his mandibles and glared. He had been added to the pack chat, and their teacher had kept demanding he be kept in it whenever they did a group hunt. But someone kept hacking it to remove him. Whatever. They didn’t need that kind of communication anymore anyways. That was kid shit.
The chat was just full of boasting and stupid memes anyways.
“Oh shit Jj’sal kicked you again lmao
Lame
Literally doesn’t matter dunno why he cares so much”
“stop botherig me.”
“youre so drunk lmaooo. Can see your head spinning from here.”
“you’re not?”
“a bit yeah. Maybe I should go and finish your drink before you black out.”
“what about my hell jound?”
“nah he’s off fucking.”
As Dek whipped his head around looking for Kwei, Syech stood up. The others ignored him. Tonight Syech was lame. Especially since he got his ass saved from getting burned. Embarrassing.
When he reached the table he really did reach for Dek’s cup. Dek snarled and held it close to him. Unexpectedly Syech laughed rather then attempt to take it by force.
“I’m just joking,” Syech chuckled. He grabbed a proper pull of C’ntlip and sat beside him. It was incredibly difficult to pretend not to care. So what? Dek wasn’t intimidated just by someone deciding to socialize with him.
A pang of grief went through Dek. He remembered the boy with the club foot. Also easy to cure. Also not given care and told to deal with it. He’d been eaten alive during a practice hunt. The only friend Dek had in the entire pack.
He shook his head and took a gulp of C’ntlip. Grief was weakness. Augmentation was dishonorable. Who fucking cared if someone needed a surgery or some shots of growth hormone? Life wasn’t fair. Only the smallest of pups believed it could be any other way.
Syech threw back his head and groaned. “Stop moping.”
He clicked and ignored Syech. It only worked for so long.
“Come on, you gotta be bored over here."
“Aren’t you?”
“Trying real hard to be friendly you prickly bastard.”
Everything stopped. Dek held his cup tight and blinked, looking up with a slack mouth.
Syech hadn’t used the form of you everyone but Kwei and the club footed boy used. He called Dek Kai, not dau. Surely that has to be a mistake. A slip up. None of his cohort cared about him that way. Certainly not enough to be affectionate.
A brief purr rumbled in Syech’s chest. He placed a hand on Dek’s shoulder and kept it there.
“Loosen up. Party a little.” His voice was lower than usual. Warmer. The remainder of Dek’s drink made the world spin again.
“You want something,” Dek said, eyes squinting. Despite himself he liked the heavy warm hand on him. He really liked when it started to knead at his tense trapezius.
“What could that possibly be?” His face was oddly close to him. But somehow that heat and scent of musk was nearly…. Comforting?
A similarly warm hand grabbed his thigh, and finally the last drops of intelligence finally figured out what was going on.
“I am not a substitute,” Dek spit.
“You’re not. You’re unusual. I like that.”
Dek’s brow tensed. He didn’t know how he felt about that. Unusual could be good but it never was about him. Breath rustled over his cheek as Syech chuffed.
“Haven’t pushed me away," Syech said.
“Maybe I’m just humoring you.”
Syech leered. His hand went up higher, grazing over the front of Dek’s leather skirt and cupping him. Dek went tense. Arousal and mortification came over him.
“Get your hand off before I rip it off.”
“Make me.”
Dek shoved his elbow hard enough that Syech grunted. It did nothing else but make Syech laugh. He stopped when Dek pulled out his wrist blades and sliced his bicep.
Narrowed eyes, and Dek was shoved off of the chair and onto the dusty ground. It was dark here, hidden behind the heavy table and the shadow of night. Syech held Dek down by the chest and reached under his skirt.
That should have prompted Dek into fighting as if his life depended on it. But he was uncoordinated and Syech’s touch was making his body sing already.
“You’re not going to fuck me,” Dek hissed. His eyes fluttered as fingers traced over his cloacal slit. He’d never been touched there before.
Syech purred and clicked. “You’re getting wet already. I bet I can just sink my fingers in.”
Dek shot his head up and kicked. “I said you can’t—”
A shocked moan escaped him as a finger pressed in. It was tight with his cock still nestled inside. Syech rubbed along the spines, both stimulating Dek’s cock and stretching his walls at the same time. Dek’s grip on him changed to a clutch rather than an attempt to hold away.
“Oh fuck.”
“Do you want to follow me or risk someone seeing you like this?”
Dek’s growl turned into a groan as a second finger entered. It hurt as much as it felt good, especially since Syech kept his palm over the top so that Dek’s cock couldn’t slip free.
He cursed emphatically and kneed Syech enough to make him hiss. It also made his fingers curl so perfectly that Dek’s hips twitched up.
“Just hand stuff. Normal shit. Done it with some of them.”
Hand stuff probably didn’t include cloacal fingering. But maybe it did, because it was more like stroking his cock than fucking it. Dek quickly glanced over at the others who were not paying attention to the commotion in the shadows. But they will soon. He shoved at Syech and was surprised when he was allowed to stand up without a fight.
Now that a palm wasn’t trapping it his cock slipped free and rubbed a wet trail against his skirt. His knees nearly buckled. Anger roiled in his chest and he kicked Syech as hard as he could. One land on his shoulder, then Syech grabbed his ankle and yanked him to the ground. Dek roared and threw his weight.
“What the fuck are they doing?”
As the other youths finally noticed they laughed. Dek didn’t look at them like Syech did and punched him in the throat. A choked sound, then Syech whipped his head back with a roar.
“Oi Syech, can’t handle a little runt?”
“How long have they been over here?”
“Is he actually struggling?”
Their eyes met and Dek realized how fucked he was. All that back and forth had been a game. Syech going easy on him.
Maybe he actually meant it when he said he just wanted to keep it to hands.
A hard punch had Dek seeing stars. He blinked and willed himself not to vomit up the C’ntlip in his stomach. His kick was batted aside and Syech’ lunged for him.
He overshot it. Limbs slightly too far apart to catch, a mistake no one had made for years. Dek roared back, pleased at the realization that his opponent wasn’t sober either. Quickly he twisted his body until he fit between Syech’s arm and leg and rolled out from under him. When they both stood Syech reached down into his boot and pulled out—
Dek didn’t wait to see what weapon it was. He rushed behind the nearest wall and crouched down low, hoping that Syech was too stupid to notice his heat between it and the dense bush. None of the other young men could fit there, so it’d worked before.
“What the fuck do you have that for?” Syech’s cousin cried. Whatever it was, the reactions said that he shouldn’t have it on the festival grounds, and that Dek was right to run the moment something dishonorable happened.
And fuck he was relieved that Syech gave him the opportunity. Dek would rather die than run away first like a coward. But he’d heard of fights around mating season that turned into rape and if it ever happened to him he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Not witnessed. Not like that.
As he stood the tip of his cock rubbed against his clothes again. He gasped and pressed a hand against the wall.
“Go back in,” he hissed at himself. A firm press didn’t do the trick as he was still too turned on, all it did was ache and throb. Laughing and talking echoed from the bonfire, teasing Syech and mocking Dek. So he had time but shouldn’t push it.
He walked careful and slowly away, turning between ships and clan houses until he was nearly at Kwei’s ship. The room he had there was smaller than in dad’s but like fuck he’d go there if he had the choice.
A footstep behind him. Dek turned and was slammed into the nearest ship. He growled and slashed at Syech who pinned his wrist down.
“You still smell turned on.” His thigh lifted Dek up slightly as he shoved them between his own. Syech purred as Dek groaned. “You put up a better fight than I thought you’d be capable of.”
“Fuck off.”
“Aw, I’ll give you some credit. You’re drunk. Pretty damn good for drunk. For a runt.”
Arousal and barely suppressed panic clouded Dek’s brain. He’d thought of this before. Most young men did, it wasn’t like they had much access to girls. Tonight was the one night it wasn’t actively discouraged. And it wasn’t like no one had tried with Dek before. They’d just been much more… clear with the disrespect. The other pack mates were good for wrestling and hand jobs. Dek…
Well the few videos he found of people like him weren’t exactly respectable. Syech was treating him like an equal in comparison. Not slamming him to the ground, drawing blood and forcing himself inside Dek’s sheath or ass.
He shivered and tried not to remember how he jerked off to those. That he’d saved those pages so he could look at the comments and see the first time he’d ever seen a compliment for traits like his. It was meant with the most utter disrespect possible. Like the men had been pets and not people. It shouldn’t have meant anything to him.
“T’naq said you ran away when he tried to have you.” Syech pushed his hands up Dek’s skirt again. This time he grasped his cock rather than use fingers.
“T’naq doesn’t deserve me,” Dek spit.
“He’s really good with his hands.” Syech laughed and stood up taller. Maybe if it was going to be just hands Dek wouldn’t have ran. But he’d been told very explicitly where T’naq was going to put it. Worse than cloacal. If someone found out you got fucked in the sheath it was just embarrassing. Something people mentioned while drinking to make you mad. Anal was something you did to slaves and enemies.
“You know what he—fuck.” He gasped as the meat of his ass was grabbed and kneaded. Just being touched intimately like that was better than he had imagined.
“Come inside with me, I won’t do anything you won’t want,” Syech muttered into his ear. Maybe Dek would have resisted if he used any other form of you.
Syech’s excitement was palpable as he led Dek into a ship. No one else was home, thank fuck. He’d rather kill himself than let anyone overhear what was about to happen.
Surprisingly, Dek wasn’t shoved into the bed and immediately mounted. That was what happened in those videos. Maybe Syech was hoping he could make this a reoccurring thing.
Dek was going to say something about the awful art on the wall just so he could cushion his own ego, but stopped as Syech began to strip. He’d seen the guy naked before. Of course he did, they trained together. But he’d never seen his vent wet and slightly gaped like that, or his cock everted.
This was going to be a problem.
“What,” Syech said mockingly, proudly, “Realizing that yours is just as tiny as you are?”
Dek cursed and swiped at Syech. His wrist was caught easily, drink ruining his usually satisfactory evasion, and he was thrown onto the bed like he had expected earlier. He resisted the urge to panic. Syech had him caged in with his body, trapped behind his doors and security console. It was a truly stupid thing to agree to.
But his entire body lit with arousal. And he needed that luck, didn’t he?
“There we go,” Syech said. It made Dek regret relaxing his body. “I told you I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
Dek wasn’t going to believe it until he saw it. His breath caught as fingers ghosted over his cock, then rubbed below where the cloaca gaped around it. Two fingers plunged inside him again. It was easier now that he wasn’t fighting. No pain at all. Syech’s breath came quicker as he watched Dek’s face.
“You’re too tight,” he clicked lowly. His fingers parted until Dek arched and nearly choked.
“Slow down,”
“You can’t even handle that? Seriously?”
Dek slammed his mandibles closed. He shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t as if it didn’t feel good, it’d just hurt too. And he knew that it didn’t have to. Otherwise it hurting wouldn’t be such a big porn category.
“I can handle it.”
“Maybe, but no way you can take my cock.”
Dek flared. “I can handle it.”
Tomorrow he would realize how easily he had been played. But at the moment he was drunk, horny, and scared. Even if he wasn’t willing to admit he was scared even to himself.
“We’ll have to test that,” Syech said smugly. He inserted a third finger, then properly fucked Dek with them.
It was an explosion of sensation. His inner walls stretching, the base of his cock straining, and the intense friction of Syech’s fast moving hand.
Dek bit down the urge to tell Syech to slow down, clutched Syech’s arm, and leaked slick. It ran out his vent and the tip of his cock. Coating Syech’s hand and smearing Dek’s thighs.
A fourth finger, and Dek couldn’t help but arch up and keen. Syech groaned.
“You do stretch,” he said, like he wasn’t sure they could make this work either. His other hand reached down to palm himself. The tip wouldn’t be a problem but Yautja cocks got thicker the further down the shaft you went. And the knot, there was no way. No possible way Dek could take all that.
It was almost just as shocking to be suddenly empty. Dek felt his cloaca clench, both his urinary and reproductive track cramp like it didn’t know how to cope with this either. He shook his head to try and clear it. But he wasn’t sober yet, and arousal was just as bad an intoxicant.
Syech shifted until he straddled Dek’s thighs and angled his cock down. Was this better than just spreading his legs? It’d be tighter but as least he wasn’t being treated like a substitute for a woman. Only men could fuck like this.
He did it slowly but insistently. Like he really did care if Dek changed his mind. Unlikely. It was probably a show to get him to think he was respected enough to want to come back.
The tip pressed into his opening. Dek swore and twitched up, accidentally bringing more inside. So far it didn’t hurt. It was intense, a stretch, but good. Dek moaned despite himself.
“You like that?” Syech’s breath shook a little. His eyes traced over Dek like he actually found a runt attractive. He didn’t get an answer, but who would expect one?
Syech grabbed the middle of his cock and moved it in a circle. Dek’s thighs shook as he felt he could cum just like that. Another shift rubbed the bristles of their cocks together. They both moaned.
Then Syech thrust deeper, and Dek nearly yelped.
The space Syech was invading was meant to store Dek’s cock, with a little extra room to spare. So ideally the most comfortable cock to take was one a little bit smaller than your own. This was not the ideal.
It stretched so severely that Dek’s insides burned. He was glad he didn't keep his nails as blunted as Syech did, as the blood he drew was the only thing grounding him. That blood sparkled, dripped over his nails and landed on Dek’s stomach as he was rocked into the bed.
“Fuck, you’re small,” Syech swore as his mandibles flared. He slowed and tried to jam more inside, but Dek actually did yelp this time. There was no room, not without ripping him open. His breath quickened. If Syech tried that he was—
Dek’s thoughts stopped as pleasure-pain overwhelmed him. The thrusts were fast and shallow now, like Syech had decided it was the only way to make up for only getting half his cock inside. Sweat covered their bodies. The sweet scent of musk and blood filled Dek’s nose.
“At least you feel something,” Syech said sarcastically, as if he didn’t smell just as aroused. He shoved Dek’s face to the side when he tried to talk. “You’ve never done this before, have you? Should have known someone like you’d like it.”
He laughed as Dek growled deep in his chest. Dek wished he didn’t like it, but even just being held down like this was making his core tense. Moaning, Dek clawed deeper and went taut. His breath gasped, his body pulsed around Syech’s cock and against his own belly. It was a rush unlike any orgasm he’d achieved on his own.
The presence of Syech’s cock prevented Dek’s from retreating. But the spines did lay flatter like it did when inactive, and the erectile tissues relaxed until it was primarily the bone keeping it’s shape.
Syech swore emphatically. His cock sunk deeper inside rather than retreat. “You’re so much looser now. Fuck, I think I can actually…”
Something about cumming made Dek’s inside stretchier, softer. It didn’t do much for the pain. He tried to scrabble up the bed but Syech’s weight on his thighs made that impossible. Bedding slid off, and a clump of fur came up with Dek’s bloody fist. A hand pushed him down by his neck.
“I will get mine,” Syech flared. His strokes became deeper and longer. The previous pure pleasure of his spines turned into the same pleasure pain as the stretch.
“Stop,” Dek started, but Syech put just enough weight on his throat to silence him.
“You got yours.”
Dek felt nauseous from the overstimulation. It was too much, was pleasure so intense that it might as well be pain. And he was finding that pain of this nature was harder to ignore than any from a knife or an animal’s teeth.
“I’ll get you off another way.” Dek hated the thin quality of his half-choked breath and nervous voice. His clawed hands smoothed into something nicer. Alarm rang through him as Syech still didn’t stop.
Fuck him, Dek had actually believed him earlier. Why did he believe him? ‘Wouldn’t do anything you don’t want’ was so vague that it was meaningless. But even if it had mattered, no one would care if someone broke their word with Dek of all people. There was no honor with him.
“I can—I can do it. I can use my hands.”
Syech laughed. “Nah, your hole is finally decent now.”
“You’re taking too long.” Dek tried to twist but Syech was too heavy and strong. Every advantage Dek had was reliant on one thing; don’t get caught. And yet he’d walked in here willingly.
His body felt hotter and hotter. It was too much sensation, reminiscent even of the first time a leader twists a broken bone to teach a pup how to handle agony. And with that reminder Dek realized he was making the same involuntary moans. He tried to stop but that just prompted Syech to pleasure torture him until he couldn’t keep quiet.
The second orgasm took him by surprise. It was explosive, easily twice as intense as the first one. Syech stuttered as Dek squeezed his cock tight.
“Oh fuck, you’re actually—Fuck.” And he pinned down Dek’s struggling arms and kept going. At least it wasn’t much more than half a minute before Syech was groaning and spilling slightly luminescent cum inside Dek’s vent. When he pulled out Dek arched with the sensation.
“That was actually pretty fun,” Syech said casually. His cock was slowly retreating back inside while Dek’s did so so fast that he felt sick. It displaced the cum inside him until it ran between his legs.
“You said you’d stop,” Dek snapped, mandibles flared and heart pumping with humiliation.
“No, I said I wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t want. And you came twice.”
Dek closed his mandibles and despite himself looked down. He wanted to fight just to keep his fragile self worth from vanishing completely, but his limbs still shook.
“Look,” Syech said with surprising softness. His hand brushed Dek’s locs. It felt good and pissed him off all at once. “You—”
The familiar you. Dek looked up again.
“—will get better at it. I know a guy who also could barely handle it the first couple times…. Don’t mope. Come on. I’m trying to be nice.”
“You just want to do this again.”
Syech clicked lowly. “So? Does it matter?”
As he continued to pet Dek, a reluctant relaxation came over him. He was angry. Humiliated. Frightened of what he was. But he really had at least mostly wanted it. No one else knew it happened. The orgasms were really good.
Maybe he was just overreacting to Syech not stopping when he was told to stop. He’d never been good at social stuff anyways. It made sense that he’d fuck up his first time at sex too.
He breathed in tightly, and released it with a purr. Syech did it back and kept touching him so nicely, that Dek almost could pretend he wasn’t being treated like the bed slaves in the videos.