Chapter 7

The dancing eventually ceased, but the music kept playing throughout the common area for the rest of that afternoon and evening, be it at a lower volume. When dinner was served, Kipexo sat impatiently waiting as Ethan finished his meal and chatted with his friends. Once the final bite left his Earthling’s plate, Kipexo leaned close to Ethan’s ear.

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered.

Ethan’s eyes lit up. “Is that why you disappeared earlier?”

Kipexo nodded. “Want to see it? We can come back here afterward, if you like.”

“Yeah. Sara has a bunch of videos on her phone she was planning to show everyone later, just fun stuff from back on Earth. There are some of Erin, so I’m really looking forward to seeing them.”

“This won’t take long.”

They got up from the table.

“Where ya going?” Sara asked. “I thought you were going to hang out with us tonight.”

“We’ll be right back,” Ethan said. “We’re just going for a walk.”

Sara raised a brow. “A walk. Uh-huh. Sure. Just be quick about it.”

“Maybe we’ll walk to the laundry room,” Ethan said, raising his voice on the last two words.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Ethan said with a laugh, and he swiped the biklon from beside her plate.

“You little brat!”

He made a show of taking a large bite of the red fruit then walked away toward the door.

Sara looked up at Kipexo. “Do me a favor and put him in line, will you?”

Kipexo winked at her and followed after his Earthling.

“Where are we going?” Ethan asked as Kipexo entered the corridor.

“To our quarters.”

Ethan took another bite of his stolen biklon. “You’re not a half-bad dancer,” he said around his mouthful of fruit.

Kipexo snorted.

Ethan peered sideways at his master. “You certainly had an effect on me, at least.”

Kipexo smiled. “Did I now?”

“You didn’t notice?”

“I was too focused on the effect you were having on me.”

Ethan smiled. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I’ve never been very good at dancing like that.”

“I saw no lack of skill on your part.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen other humans dance.”

“You’re the only human I want to watch dance. I loved every second of that ass of yours rubbing against me. It made me want to fuck it.”

Ethan coughed, having choked a bit on his food. “That could be arranged.”

“You’re likely too sore from last night.”

“I’m fine, actually. I plugged first, remember?”

Kipexo had forgotten that part, and the thought of bending Ethan over their new bed had his cock tingling with life yet again. They were headed for their quarters, where they weren’t likely to be disturbed. It seemed a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity.

They turned the corner and followed the corridor, stopping just outside their quarters.

“Ready?” Kipexo asked.

Ethan nodded.

Kipexo opened the door, and Ethan’s eyes lit up.

“It looks so cozy,” Ethan said as he entered the room. “Did Grolpre see this?”

“She did.”

“So she’s ok with it?”

“Yes, and I doubt very much Sam is going to mind either.”

“They won’t. They already asked if we could just start sleeping together every night.” He smiled up at Kipexo. “I kinda like being their big spoon.”

“Big spoon?”

“Yeah, when we lay on our sides like that and one person puts their arms around the other one, that’s the ‘big spoon’. The other person is the ‘little spoon’, like me when I sleep curled up with you.”

“Well, now you can be both every night.”

Ethan crossed the room and climbed up on the bed so he and Kipexo were the same height, then he reached his arms out for his master, who stepped into them and accepted his hug and kiss of gratitude.

“This is awesome,” Ethan said softly. “Thank you.”

“It was both for you, to hopefully help with the dreams, and for me, because I hate sleeping alone.”

“Me too.”

Ethan kissed Kipexo, softly at first, but just like it always did, it quickly turned into more. Kipexo snuck two hands under Ethan’s shirt to feel the Earthling’s bare skin under his palms as he nipped at Ethan’s earlobe. Ethan tugged at Kipexo’s pants, fumbling blindly for the button on the front until he had them open enough to fit his hand inside, and he started petting his master’s cock.

“What do you want, boy?” Kipexo asked.

“I’ve been thinking about something kind of specific all day.”

“I’m listening.”

“I want to choke on your cock, Sir.”

Kipexo growled deep in his throat. “How much?”

“Until I can’t take anymore.”

“Is this your way of getting what you asked for before without actually getting it?”

“Maybe.”

Kipexo considered it and decided it was a decent enough compromise. “You want me to use that mouth of yours like my personal plaything?”

Ethan’s eyes became hooded. “Yes.”

“You want me to hold you by the hair and fuck your throat while you choke and gasp?”

Ethan moaned.

“Get on your knees.”

The Earthling obeyed immediately, his face already flushed with arousal.

Kipexo snatched him by the hair, yanking the strands until Ethan gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. Ethan was already on the edge of losing himself to his submission, ‘subspace’ he called it. It was a glorious thing to watch when it happened, and Kipexo could just about put Ethan there with his words alone if he tried hard enough.

“Take hold of my arm,” Kipexo ordered. “If you let go, I’ll stop.”

Ethan nodded.

Kipexo tugged down his pants and let his long, hard cock flop into his hand. He stroked himself while staring into Ethan’s eyes. “Now open that mouth for me.”

Ethan obeyed, and Kipexo rubbed the head of his cock over Ethan’s parted lips. Ethan’s tongue flicked out and licked the slit at the end. Kipexo yanked his hair, making him hiss.

“Stay still,” Kipexo ordered. “You are my plaything to fuck right now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kipexo took hold of Ethan’s chin, holding him still by the face and the hair as he slid his cock into his Earthling’s waiting mouth.

The suckling, moaning sound that came out of Ethan as he swallowed his master’s cock made Kipexo grit his teeth to keep his own passions in check. He tightened his grip on Ethan’s hair and tugged him closer before thrusting himself down Ethan’s throat.

Kipexo wasn’t gentle, and Ethan gagged and choked as his master took his pleasure, but his hand never moved from Kipexo’s arm. Kipexo pulled back enough to let Ethan breathe when he knew his boy was nearing his limit, then he repeated the whole process again and again. After a few minutes, Ethan began rubbing his crotch through his pants.

“Pull your pants down,” Kipexo ordered.

Ethan obeyed, his eyes streaming tears as his hard cock sprang out of his pants.

“Touch yourself.”

Ethan fisted his hard cock and started stroking.

The image made Kipexo moan deeply and harden his thrusts. Ethan made a choking, whimpering sound and hunched his back, but he still didn’t let go of Kipexo’s arm. Kipexo kept his cock down the Earthling’s throat far longer this time, and Ethan’s face began to change color.

“You can breathe again when I see you come,” Kipexo said between gritted teeth.

Ethan worked his cock faster and harder. His face was covered in tears and snot, and spit was dripping steadily from his chin into his lap.

Kipexo shoved his cock as deep as he could and stilled, keeping it there.

“Come for me while you choke on my cock.”

Ethan’s eyes fluttered, and he jerked as cum sprayed all over his pants. His throat convulsed around Kipexo’s cock as he came choking. Ethan’s hand didn’t stop milking his own cock, which gushed more cum than Kipexo had ever seen him produce before. When it finally stopped, Ethan let go of Kipexo’s arm, and Kipexo quickly pulled out. He steadied Ethan to keep the Earthling from toppling off the bed as he coughed and gagged and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Was that what you wanted?” Kipexo asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Ethan said hoarsely.

“Good. Now turn around and bend over.”

Ethan moaned anew as he rolled and stuck his ass up at Kipexo, who ripped the Earthling’s pants to his knees and took the bottle of lube from his pocket. He squirted a generous dollop onto Ethan’s ass before slicking his fingers through it. One finger at a time, he worked his boy open until all three fit inside without difficulty, then he replaced them with his cock. He threaded his hand back into Ethan’s hair, grabbed him by the shoulder, and thrust in hard and fast, clear to the hilt.

Ethan cried out then growled. “Do that again, please, Sir.”

Kipexo obliged. Twice.

“Oh God… I’m going to come again.”

“Not this time,” Kipexo said. “I’m going to fuck you hard and come inside you, and you’ll take it without coming yourself. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you come without permission, I’ll lock your cock in a cage.”

Ethan moaned again.

Kipexo shoved Ethan’s head to the bed and pounded his hips against the Earthling’s ass, taking everything Ethan had to give and holding nothing back himself. Ethan started mewling with each thrust, and Kipexo rewarded him by yanking his hair hard with every plunge of his cock.

“Please, please, please,” Ethan babbled.

“Please, what?”

“I want to come.”

“No.”

Ethan whimpered. “I’m going to come, Sir.”

“You do, and your cock is mine until I release it.”

“Will you spank my ass too?”

“I’ll plug your ass and spank you so you ache in your cage.”

Ethan cried out as he came again, just like Kipexo knew he would, just like Ethan wanted, he knew. Punishments were part of the fun, after all.

“Naughty boy,” Kipexo chastised, but there was no bite to his words. “I’ll have to deal with you later.” He stood up straight and took hold of Ethan’s hips, yanking him back on his cock with every thrust. He ran his nails down Ethan’s spine, and the Earthling shivered with a fresh moan. “Who does your cock belong to?”

“You, sir.”

“What else do I own?”

“My ass, my mouth, my throat, my submission, everything.”

“You want my cum inside you?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

Kipexo smacked him hard on the ass. “Do better.”

“Please, come in my ass, Sir!” Ethan was mewling again, and Kipexo knew he was close to another orgasm.

“Are you going to disobey me again?” Kipexo asked sweetly.

“What are you going to do about it if I do?”

Kipexo chuckled, grabbed Ethan by the hair, and hauled him up so that his back was against Kipexo’s front. Ethan cried out then whimpered when Kipexo wrapped his hand around the Earthling’s throat.

“You drive me absolutely crazy,” Kipexo muttered near Ethan’s ear as he held him close in his powerful arms and continued to fuck him. “When this is over, I’m going to use your body as I see fit for a week straight. You’ll be nothing but my little toy, tied to my bed with all your holes thoroughly fucked whenever the mood strikes me. There are so many things I’ve been aching to try.”

“Like what?” Ethan asked breathlessly.

“Sounding, electro play, fisting, I haven’t even gagged you properly yet unless you count choking you with my cock.”

“Jesus Christ…”

“Oh? Which of those did you like the sound of best?”

“F…fisting.”

“Oh yeah? You like the thought of me shoving my entire hand up your ass, do you?” Kipexo lifted one of his hands in front of Ethan’s face, putting his fingers and thumbs together into a cone shape like he planned to do the day he shoved it deep inside his Earthling. “You want this slicked with lube and pounding your hole?”

Ethan whimpered again. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll wear you like a glove clear to my elbow, boy, you just wait.”

Ethan cried out and bucked his hips as he came again at Kipexo’s pounding cock and dirty words.

Kipexo chuckled. “That’s twice as long I’ll keep your cock locked up.”

Ethan couldn’t talk anymore, so he merely mewled and groaned. Kipexo bent him back over and fucked him fast and hard, racing toward his own release. Ethan arched his back, taking his master as deep as he could.

“Good boy,” Kipexo said breathlessly. “Take my cock.”

“Please… come inside… me,” Ethan uttered.

“Do better.”

“Come in my ass, Sir, please! Oh, please, please, fill me!”

And Kipexo did. He came and came, filling his Earthling with his slick heat and arching his back against the spasms.

“Fuck, Ethan,” Kipexo hissed between gritted teeth. “The things you do to me.”

“I think… we’re even there,” Ethan replied breathlessly before he went limp and laid his head down on the bed.

Kipexo pulled out of his boy slowly, but Ethan still hissed with pain.

“Are you alright?” Kipexo asked.

“Yeah. I’m going to feel that for a few days, though.”

Kipexo smiled. “Good.”

Ethan peered shyly back at him over his shoulder. “Are you going to lock up my cock now?”

“No. Your body needs a break. I’ll surprise you with it sometime when you least expect it.”

Kipexo reached down and picked Ethan up. He carried the Earthling to the showers—stopping at Ethan’s locker briefly for clean pants—where they cleaned only what was necessary, as usual. Fully fucked, and satisfied, they both made their way back to the common area where Sara was organizing everyone into one big group in the center of the room. Andrew had his databand off and was balancing it on a nearby table where it projected a video on a stretch of blank wall. The video was paused for now as he adjusted settings and propped the band up so the video was straight.

“Finally,” Sara said moodily when Ethan and Kipexo joined them. “I was about to start without you. You two sit in the back with Grolpre and Sam since the Raugon are so tall.” She leaned nearer to Ethan and asked quietly, “Do you want me to warn you which videos show Erin?”

“No,” Ethan said. “It’s ok. I want to see them.”

“Ok,” Sara said with a smile, but she peered worryingly up at Kipexo before she wandered away to see if Andrew was ready.

“Are you sure about this?” Kipexo asked Ethan as they made their way to the back of the room.

“Yes. I spend a lot of time remembering Erin the moment she died. I want to remember how she was before.”

Grolpre was sitting at a table toward the back of the room with Sam in her lap so they could see over everyone’s heads. Kipexo sat next to her and patted his leg in invitation. Ethan looked over at the other humans, but no one was paying them any mind, so he slid into his master’s lap with a smile.

“I wish you’d do what makes you comfortable and stop worrying about what others think,” Kipexo grumbled.

“I’m getting there,” Ethan said as he drew his legs up onto the seat beside Kipexo’s legs and settled his head on his master’s shoulder.

Kipexo wrapped his arms around his Earthling and snuffled his hair, closing his eyes as he lost himself in Ethan’s scent.

‘This is what happiness smells like,’ Kipexo thought. “Do me a favor?” he asked Ethan.

“What?”

“Never go back to washing your hair with that awful-smelling soap.”

“You mean shampoo? Why?”

“You smell much better without it.”

Ethan wrinkled his nose. “Really?”

“Yes.”

The Earthling shrugged. “My hair feels healthier without it anyway, so I guess I can skip it.”

“Thank you.”

Ethan kicked his shoes off onto the floor and curled up tighter in Kipexo’s lap with a heavy, contented sigh.

Kipexo smiled. “Good boy.”

“Alright everyone,” Sara called over the chatter. “Are you ready?”

At a chorus of cheers and whoops, Sara signaled to Natalie, who turned off the lights at the door. The room was lit only by Andrew’s databand now, and he tapped a button and started the video before scurrying across the room to sit next to Sara on the floor nearby.

The first video bounced along across a large parking lot full of cars with numbers written on their windshields with Sara narrating in the background.

“New car time!” she said in a singsong voice.

“How about we don’t wreck this one?” said a deeper voice, and the camera panned around to an older male human walking just behind her.

“That’s Sara’s dad,” Ethan whispered.

“Hey, take it up with the deer, ok?” video Sara replied. “I didn’t ask him to jump out in front of me.”

The video panned back around and focused on a bright yellow vehicle, and Sara giggled happily as another man dressed in a suit handed her a set of keys. She went on to give her imaginary audience a full tour of the vehicle while her father offered the occasional quip in the background that made all the humans watching laugh each time he poked fun at her.

The next video loaded as soon as the first one was over, and this time, there was loud music and strobing lights. There was a sea of humans around Sara this time, and they all danced much the same way they did earlier. There were a couple of human females Sara danced with, but Kipexo didn’t recognize any of the faces.

The video changed again, and this time, Ethan sat up straight.

“That’s my house,” he said.

“Where is my bestie?” Sara in the video asked as she rounded the corner of a hall.

The walls were lined with framed photos, but the camera whipped by them too fast to see until it turned into an open doorway. Kipexo watched a room come into focus, a blue room filled with books and papers and bright sunlight from an open window at the back. In the small bed on the left, Ethan was lounged back with a book propped open on his drawn-up knee.

“Whatcha reading, nerd?” Sara asked.

Ethan laughed in Kipexo’s lap as the Ethan on the video flipped her off.

Sara gasped in feigned shock. “How rude,” she whispered as she turned and continued down the hall to the next room. This time, when she rounded the corner, the room was all bright pinks and purples, and a young woman with long, wavy hair the same dark brown as Ethan’s was standing in front of a dresser, studying her face in the mirror above it.

“Erin,” Ethan said in Kipexo’s lap.

“You ready?” Sara asked in the video.

“Does this look alright?” Erin asked as she turned away from the mirror and looked directly at the camera. “I can’t decide if I like this shade.”

Her face was the same shape as Ethan’s, but her mouth was smaller. Her eyes weren’t the same vivid blue as his either. They were softer. Everything about her was softer from the paleness of her skin to the tone of her voice. When she walked across the room to Sara, even her movements were subtle and meek. She tucked her hair behind one ear as she waited for her friend’s assessment of the makeup she was wearing, a blend of silvers and pale pinks that fit her perfectly.

“Oh, Ethan,” Grolpre uttered. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah, she was,” Ethan said. He didn’t sound sad, but when Kipexo looked down, there were tears in his eyes.

“You look great,” Sara said. “As always.”

Satisfied with the answer, Erin moved to a nearby closet and pulled out a black leather purse, but then she flipped through the rest of the clothing with a slight scowl.

“Ethan!” she called. “Do you have my jacket?”

A moment later, Ethan came back into the video with a denim jacket in his hand. He held it open for her to shrug it on and adjusted the collar for her in the back.

“Such a gentleman,” Sara said.

“You should get yourself one,” Erin said, throwing her arm over Ethan’s shoulders. “I highly recommend this model: sweet, protective, smart, and he can actually chew with his mouth closed, unlike that beast you brought to our double date last weekend.”

“Hey, Chompy got us these tickets. A little respect, please?”

“Where are you guys going?” Ethan asked.

“You mean where are we going?” Erin replied. She looked over at Sara. “You got three tickets you said, right?”

“Yep. Isn’t Tom coming, though?”

“I didn’t tell him; did you?”

“No,” Sara said with a laugh.

Erin smiled. “Great.” She slapped Ethan on the chest. “You can drive.”

“I still have no idea where we’re going,” Ethan said even as he followed the girls back out of the room and down the hall.

“On an adventure!” Sara yelled.

Erin looked back at the camera with a laugh, and her angelic face filled up the whole screen.

As the evening went on and the projection showed more videos of the three friends involved in various antics, Kipexo felt a sorrowful ache in his chest. Ethan once described Erin’s death as a great loss for the world, and seeing her this way, he thought he understood what Ethan meant. Erin was a beautiful, fun, and caring person. And she loved Ethan, no one could deny that. Throughout each video with Erin in it, Ethan wasn’t far away, and more than once, she sought him out, dragging him into whatever activity she and Sara had planned as if leaving him behind was out of the question.

Grolpre must’ve been thinking something similar, because she eventually leaned over and said, “It seems to me like Erin didn’t think there was much fun to be had in life unless you were in it, Ethan.”

Ethan wiped his eyes with his sleeve and nodded.

“Are you alright?” Kipexo asked.

“Yeah,” Ethan replied. “These aren’t sad tears, not really. I’m just happy to see her again. I’d almost forgotten what she looked like.”

“Perhaps you could request Sara give you a copy of these videos,” Grolpre suggested. “That way you can look back and see her this way whenever the memory of her death starts to haunt you.”

Ethan peered over at the projection. “I’d like that.”

As the evening went on, Ethan’s tears dried up and his laughter returned as the onscreen escapades continued, and Kipexo began to relax. Perhaps Ethan wasn’t traumatizing himself further by watching these old memories. That night, after the videos were over and all four of them were tucked into their new bed—which Sam affectionately dubbed ‘the nest’—whether due to their new sleeping arrangements or because the videos did indeed help him move on, Ethan slept clear through the night for the first time since boarding the Anamafrid.

In the morning, as Kipexo lay watching his Earthling continue to sleep peacefully between him and Sam, he vowed to make sure Ethan received a copy of those videos and to save a copy on his own databand as a backup, just in case.