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The Human Bearer
"The boys, Xana, Xeus," Riordan repeated like a mantra, while his hands searched for something to grab since he couldn't see a thing.
"You are safe now, Master Rio," Kyle said, but Riordan couldn't bring himself to believe it, not with the blood pounding in his ears, the overwhelming pain in his skull, radiating from his injured eyes, and his wobbly legs that didn't seem capable of sustaining his weight.
"Kyle, the boys--" Riordan started again and heard a crush, right behind him.
"M-master R-rio," Kyle's robotic slurred speech made him freeze on the spot.
And then something wrapped around his throat and lifted him off the floor. His feet were in the air, touching nothing. Was this really it? A new pain, thin like wire, split his mind.
Disgusting human. Refusing to die. Ruining everything.
He no longer had the power to struggle. Every ounce of it was leaving his body, and he was empty. Empty of thought, of sensation, even the realization that he was still alive.
He had to be dying. For real this time, not like those other times. Desperation crawled inside his mind. Was this truly going to be it? Had he been blind and stupid, rushing into something dangerous without realizing what was at stake?
Regret, crushing and bitter, flooded his mind, with a last jolt of consciousness. This one time, he should have stayed put. And let Cario be blamed for something he hadn't done? A part of him revolted against his own thoughts. What were people without anyone to care enough for them?
Won't you die already? Are you trying to infect me with your humanity, scum?
Riordan had no idea what the alien wanted from him. He didn't know why he wasn't dying already, either. These last seconds, he should use them to say goodbye to everyone he cared about, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not yet. Not while he still... hoped?
I'm here, my love.
He fell and crumpled to the floor, while air rushed into his lungs. He breathed, greedy mouthfuls of oxygen, as the sounds of a new battle reached him. You're here, you're here...
A screeching sound so loud that it made his ears bleed made him freeze where he was. It really did happen; his fingers were coated in something moist as he caught his head in his hands to get away from that awful sound.
It stopped as if it had just been cut by a void. There was nothing after that, and Riordan felt as if the entire world stopped, unable, just like him, to go on. It took him a few moments to realize that the growling sound he was hearing now came from his own throat.
And another moment to feel the strong arms around him, pulling him close, so close to the point that he was being crushed against a large chest.
Xana?
I'm here, love, you're safe.
Blinding lights above his head forced his eyes open. It was a surprise for him to realize that he wasn't in some recovery tank, but on a simple bed. Everything that had just happened only earlier came back to him. He pushed himself up on his butt and tried looking around.
"Awake already? As expected." Marn's stern voice reached him before anything else.
"Hey," Riordan called back and waved. His body hurt a bit, and his eyes were sore, but overall, he felt quite good. Definitely better than earlier, when he'd thought he was dying. "Where's Xana? The boys? Xeus?"
"I should be cruel and leave you in the dark just to watch you squirm."
"Oh, great, that means they're okay, right?" he asked in an unsure voice.
"What were you thinking?" Marn boomed, making him start.
"Wow, man, not so loud," Riordan joked. Half-joked. His ears felt as if they had just left the factory. New and raw.
"That is not far off the mark," Marn commented. "You do have new ears, so to speak. New eyes, too."
"What?" Riordan asked and turned his head to finally look at the big kahuna. "Am I a cyborg?"
Marn pursed his lips in displeasure and came closer. He put one hand on Riordan's head and made him tilt it back. His movements were brusque but not lacking affection. "You and Xana both are starting to take years off my life."
"Well, you guys do have impossibly long lives, so you can't be that upset."
"Your sharp tongue, unfortunately, didn't need replacement. I would have liked you with an attitude change, too."
"Aww, come on, man, you don't mean that." Riordan looked into Marn's eyes, hoping to get his attention away from whatever medical examination he was conducting so that he could learn about the fate of the people he cared about. Since His Royal Chancellor didn't appear unperturbed save for the fact that Riordan annoyed the hell out of him – but what was new, really? – it could only mean that everyone was safe. Or maybe Marn's poker face gave nothing away—
"You Earthians like to complicate things so much."
"And you Xenos enjoy reading other people's minds way too much," Riordan retorted. "Can you please tell me if the others are alright? Junior? Dario? Xana?"
"Xana was, as you would say, our secret weapon," Marn explained. "As his new conditioning kicked in, it was not at all difficult for him to eliminate the threat. Of course, I would have liked it more if the two of you had come to me with your theories instead of conspiring behind my back. And yes, everyone is safe and sound with few exceptions. The boys are unharmed. Well, the general will have to remain in Ferix's hands for a while. But I suppose that our young prodigy is excited about having a new patient all to himself."
"You said few. Few exceptions. If Xeus is in Ferix's care, I don't worry much. Come on, give me the bad news. I can handle it."
Marn stopped and looked him in the eye. "Drato Menor's condition is critical."
"What? How was he... I mean, he was involved? How?"
"His grief at being separated from his beloved bearer was too much to bear," Marn explained slowly, as if he needed to choose his words with the utmost care. "He demanded Mikar Perana and Trisna Heret to be allowed to examine their bearer so that he could be convinced of the loss of the eggs. He was denied, of course, and hence a conflict emerged."
"So, it's nothing related with that... phantom?" Riordan asked, choosing his words carefully, as well.
"It is." Marn crossed his arms. "They were infected. Both of them. But Drato's insistence made the traitor act."
"Traitor? Only one?"
"Yes. He split himself between the two, infecting them both. Xana intervened in time to save his life, but his survival is still unsure."
"Damn," Riordan whispered. "And why isn't Ferix in charge of him, too?"
Pity wasn't an emotion common to read in a Xeno's eyes, but he could see it now, as clear as possible, in Marn's. "He is getting the best care, rest assured."
"And Cario? And Jasno?"
"You have many questions, Riordan. While you forget that you kept things from me."
"Hey, it looks to me like Xana was in the right place at the right time since... Wait, you do know everything now, right?"
"Yes. I am still disappointed in you and your master. The traitor would have reacted to one of our lures eventually. It didn't have to happen in such a... dramatic fashion."
A trickle of guilt began infiltrating Riordan's mind. "Fuck," he mumbled under his breath. "So, do you mean that you were on top of everything?"
Marn didn't reply. "As much affection as I have for you, as well as for Xana, I can't allow humans and Xenos on this ship to believe that they can play such dangerous games. I will have to exact punishment."
"Whatever you say," Riordan mumbled. "Wait, you're not manipulating my mind into feeling guilty now, are you?"
"And if I were, would you really be able to tell, Riordan?"
"You're so damn slippery." His thoughts, nonetheless, circled back to Drato and his terrible condition. "Would Drato have been alright if we hadn't--"
"I'm not a fortuneteller," Marn interrupted him. "Given his grief, he might have tried taking on the traitor by himself anyway."
Riordan nodded.
"That doesn't change the fact that you put others in jeopardy by conspiring on your own, you and Xana."
"I hope you didn't make us better only to have us executed," Riordan said, forcing himself to smile.
Marn didn't look amused. "It would be a waste. But I can be lenient, given the circumstances. You and Xana will pay for your mistakes by giving us what we want."
"Who is `we'? I thought you were the guy in charge."
"Along with my counselors, of course."
"I see. Well, tell me what you want. We'll do it. I suppose there's no other way out of it."
Marn smiled as if he were happy to bring Riordan just where he wanted him. "You, my exceptional Earthian, will be put together with your master into a special quarters where your only purpose will be to deliver to us a new generation of Xenolites."
"A breeding pen? You're putting us in a breeding pen?"
"Come on, don't act so surprised. What did you think I would ask of you?"
"Well, you're right. But Junior still needs mommy's milk. And Dario... is his mommy coming back?"
"I will make sure to have you milked properly for as long as that's necessary."
"For the record, you Xenos make everything sound so kinky completely by mistake. But, on a serious note, Marn, Junior still needs me in other ways. Like, who's going to kiss him on the forehead before he goes to sleep at night? Who's going to tell him stories and--"
"Junior is growing, Riordan. And he'll be in my personal care."
"He'll miss me," Riordan insisted.
"If it didn't hurt at all, what sort of punishment would that be?" Marn countered, searching his face for something impossible to fathom.
"Ah, damn it," Riordan growled in frustration. "But once I'm preggo, I can return to business like usual, right? I can come back to my baby."
"Your love for Junior is endearing, and I approve of it. However, you must realize that independence is ingrained in the Xeno spirit, and mollycoddling our young is just not done."
"Great, you fucking Spartans," Riordan murmured under his breath. "I hope you're not throwing them off a cliff if they're not good enough in your eyes."
"That would be barbaric," Marn said with a smirk. "Now, since you are well enough to protest at every word I say, you're well enough for the – what did you call it? – breeding pen."
"What? So fast?"
"Don't tell me you don't miss your husband."
"Husband, now? You called him my master before."
"Whatever it takes to make the two of you behave and do your duty towards our species. I will have you transferred right away."
Just like that. Riordan kept further comments to himself. After all, he would get to see Xana soon, and that means that he would learn from him more than he could extract from this shifty politician.
Drato was in critical condition. Junior would be away from his family. Had it still been worth it, his plan concocted along with Xana? No, he should be fair and admit all responsibility, seeing how Xana had only been onboard because he had asked him to.
It wasn't with an easy heart that he left the room he was in, flanked from all sides by lizard guards. Marn had rubbed the crown of his head in what he must have believed to be an encouraging gesture. But Riordan wasn't fully convinced of anything right now.
He hurried into Xana's arms as soon as he was inside their newly assigned room. It didn't look a whole lot different than the one they had shared with Xeus until now, and, in all truth, he had no idea what to expect from a so-called breeding pen, either.
"Xana, I'm so glad you're alright," he whispered against his husband's naked chest. "What happened? How did everything go to shit so fast?"
"Jasno's mind was manipulated quite grossly," Xana explained. "The investigators asking him questions couldn't have noticed that unless they spent more time with him. At all times, the bearer said the truth. The truth he thought was real. It took me a bit to realize the inconsistency in his memories."
"Well, I don't like doll face much, but, in this case, I pity him. He must have really felt the pain at losing those inexistent eggs."
Xana rubbed his back slowly. His breathing was coming in short, and Riordan raised his head. His husband's eyes were unfocused, and now and then, his forked tongue darted out, licking his lips.
"Hey, are you okay?" Riordan asked, unsure of what his husband was going through.
"Forgive me, Riordan," Xana said shortly and hiked him off the floor. "Put your legs around me."
He yelped as his alien husband slammed him against the nearest wall. His mouth was covered promptly, and he felt Xana's tongue reaching deep inside. He was kissing him with a raw hunger that reminded Riordan of all the reasons they were so madly in love with each other. Not that he hadn't expected Xana to want him, want him badly, after all that had happened, but he had expected them to talk for a bit first.
Riordan noticed from the corner of one eye the mist being doused from invisible spouts along the line where the ceiling met the walls. What had Xeus said that one time? That he would throw them together in a room and have them breathe nothing but pheromones or something like that?
He realized too late that he had just breathed in enough of the pleasant mist. Enough, for a simple reason. He pushed his crotch into Xana's body, filled with a need so deep that it hit all his pleasure sensors at once.
Xana was rough while manhandling him and pushing him down on all fours. He didn't protest in the least as the long organ penetrated him swiftly from behind. It definitely felt like what he needed.
Incoherent thoughts and words rushed through his mind, expelled through his mouth. He could feel everything in such stark details that it felt as if he was seeing what was going on inside his body. The way Xana's cock bulged slowly, as a new egg was being pushed through. The sounds his Xeno husband made were pure pained pleasure, and Riordan experienced both his relief when the egg got transferred to him, as well as his own new heaviness and tension in his lower belly.
Xana slammed into him from behind, over and over. His speech was slurred and strange, and Riordan had a vague sensation that he understood some, while parts of it were directly communicated to his brain. His eyes filled with moisture, and he could tell his own drool was pouring down his chin. The fact that he was also climaxing while his womb filled with the egg came as an afterthought. It wasn't that important but too pleasant to ignore.
It felt good. It felt damn good. No, beyond that. A sense of fulfillment spread through him as he leaned his body forward. Xana was orgasming inside him, filling him with seth and cum, bathing his womb in them. He put one hand on his belly, carefully arranging the new life meant to grow inside him.
And then, Xana stopped, and his breath became labored once more.
"Another?" Riordan whispered.
There was no actual need for a confirmation. Xana was pushing a twin to the egg already inside him, and he wasn't extremely careful about it. Riordan remembered Cario when Drato had been in heat and demanding while putting twins inside his bearer. He made quick work with his hand to protect the egg already inside, while the second tumbled down from its father's body, right into the warm nest that would serve it until growing enough to break through and become a Xenolite.
This one, Riordan could tell, was a bit smaller. Was that a problem? Had Xana taken the needed time to create it? After all, they had been in a turmoil of crisis ever since Gamni had attacked them, with so little time for each other.
He made room for the new egg and pushed it gently aside while Xana continued his reckless ramming. There were still so many questions on his mind, but they could wait. The intense bliss he felt as he caressed his belly, happy to have those two inside him, overtook everything.
His eyes were blurry as he opened them, from too much pleasure. But even so, when he looked ahead, he thought he saw something through the mist filling the room. The wall was partly transparent, and he believed he glimpsed Marn's eyes beyond it, inspecting them with satisfaction.
He blinked, and that vision was no longer there. He must have imagined everything. Xana held him close and brought him upright for a kiss.
"I love you," he whispered against his lips, leaving Riordan no choice but to whisper the same words back.
tbc
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