Chapter 5

When Lurtz woke up, he was confused for a couple of seconds. This was not their camp. No familiar sounds here, no blanket, and the daylight fell into his eyes from a different angle. Skipping more recent events, his memory flashed back to the hunt, the thrill of killing prey that had been well worth the fight and the pleasure of feasting on it. He had not slept that well in months...

And he had not had such a raging hard-on in months.

More startled than pleased, he became aware that he had already been rubbing his aroused member between the other Uruk's muscular thighs, and that right now this other was waking up to exactly that treatment.

Yet Lurtz was unwilling to stop. He felt strangely sluggish, while at the same time his desire was not to be denied. He pushed himself against Uglúk's back, and driven by a sheer animal impulse, he closed his fangs slowly over the smaller Uruk-hai's throat, deliberately denting the skin over the pulsing artery.

Uglúk's body froze, and he stifled a snarl. Unlike Lurtz, he had explored pleasure with his own kind in the rough, playful and noncommittal way that creatures of other races could either not comprehend or refused to accept. And he had not only tasted manflesh, but fucked it too.

But this was different. This was not play. And he was not in control.

Trying to fight Lurtz while they were both lying on the ground would be suicide – injury or no injury. The leader of the Uruk-hai could very well force him to comply, using his weight and sheer strength alone. Uglúk's fighting finesse was useless in this situation.

And there was something else that made him hesitate.

He liked the other one. He had liked him long before Lurtz had saved his life, but for some reason they seemed perfectly unable to communicate. His leader's darkness and solitariness, more than his rank, defeated any kind of friendly advance.

Slackening against Lurtz's body for a minute, Uglúk allowed himself to further assess the predicament he was in. If there had been an understanding between them, he would have been fully aroused by now; relishing the touch of the firm, but silky, hot member brushing up and down his thighs.

As it were, he took a deep, determined breath. Then, tentatively and gently, he pulled away his throat from Lurtz's fangs, while his body pressed even stronger against the other's bulk, assuring him of his consent.

The vibration of Lurtz's growl shuddered through his body, and Uglúk was prepared to feel a blow or a killing bite any time. Yet nothing of the kind happened. He slowly turned around to face his comrade. Maybe it was his imagination, but in spite of the threatening growl, the other's slanted eyes seemed not as cold as usual. There was a strange laziness in Lurtz's gaze. Expectation, too.

Again, Uglúk hesitated. For the first time during their hunting expedition he was afraid. Afraid to give in to the impulse to touch, to lick the other's face and the parts of his body that were not covered by the leather tunic. He still expected his unpredictable leader's teeth and claws to slash his body in response to even the most careful advance. Frantically, he thought of something to do or say.

"Not like this!"

It finally burst out of him, angrier and more exasperated than he had intended it to sound, pride pushing away fear. Before Lurtz could respond, Uglúk had dug his face into the other's hair, nuzzling it. When he turned his head to bestow a playful, yet challenging bite on Lurtz's broad cheek, he felt a huge, clawed hand burying in his neck. The other hand came heavily to rest on his waist, effortlessly pulling him closer, as if he were a child's toy.

Thrilled and dizzy with the danger he was in, Uglúk continued to bite and lick every inch of skin he could reach. Lurtz's growl finally died as he began to return the rough caresses, making it a sport to bite Uglúk when and where he least expected it. And Lurtz bit hard, drawing blood and licking each fresh wound with a rough tongue, sending pangs of pain and pleasure through the other Uruk's body.

They teased each other for minutes, snarling and panting. When their fangs clashed unexpectedly, that flexible tongue pushed hard into Uglúk's mouth. Claws dug into his scalp, and while Lurtz ravished Uglúk's bleeding mouth, he violently pushed the other Uruk-hai on his back. Tearing away the leather, Lurtz drove his erect member up against Uglúk's thigh, pushing hard against the tightening balls. Uglúk supressed a yelp of surprise and pain while quivering with desire.

Oblivious of his injury, the smaller Uruk-hai bucked under his leader's weight and sucked harder on the other's tongue. His body was screaming for a proper fuck now, and deep inside he knew that he was on the verge of begging for it. Uglúk's long, slender member made contact with the other's thicker shaft, and Lurtz responded with a low groan.

It was too much, too intense for both of them.

Uglúk felt that Lurtz was ready to tip over with lust. Sharp-nailed hands tightened their grip even further, tearing at the body they held. Thrusting hard against Uglúk's thigh, Lurtz came, lavishing the other's belly and genitals with a generous load of warm seed. Greedy and desperate for release, Uglúk struggled against the other Uruk-hai's weight, urgently pressing against it. He came in a strangely subdued way, growling and blinking in disbelief.

And grateful to be alive.

Very much alive!