Chapter 7: The Best Laid Plans
Nolan knelt over Datak, stroking a hand down his smooth chest. Datak shuddered under the gentle touch. He'd waited almost three days to experience this again. He couldn't get enough of Nolan. The Lawkeeper made his senses come alive, excited him beyond his wildest dreams, and made him come harder than anyone else ever had.
Tiny lights burst behind Datak' eyes as lips suckled on his neck and fingertips swirled lightly around a hardening nipple. Datak' breath caught in his throat as the fingers trailed downward and brushed over his clothed erection. Datak bucked his hips and rubbed his throbbing member against the hand that hovered over his groin.
"So eager," Nolan whispered in his ear, hot breath sending Datak's head reeling from the effect.
"Mm, I thought about you the entire time I was gone, Nolan."
"Me too, Datak," Nolan whispered in the Castithan's ear.
Datak moaned as agile fingers unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down his thighs to his ankles. A slight tug and the trouser came off with ease, followed swiftly by his underpants.
Nolan paused for a moment to look at the well-toned torso beneath him before resuming his teasingly slow exploration. Datak writhed as Nolan sucked a nipple into his mouth while his hand massaged his trembling flesh.
"Oh," Datak moaned. "Please more, it feels so good."
"Yesssss," Nolan hissed, "you do feel good."
Nolan quickly undid his zipper and stripped out of his clothes. He spread Datak's legs wide apart and gently stroked his heavy sack.
"Do you want me inside you?" Nolan asked.
"Gods yes, please, please," Datak begged.
Nolan lubricated his fingers, preparing Datak carefully, with first one finger, and then two. By the time he'd slipped a third finger inside his lover's entrance, Datak couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, now, Nolan," Datak implored.
Nolan chuckled, as he pulled his fingers free, and placed the head of his cock at Datak's hole.
Datak groaned, bearing down on Nolan's invading shaft, as the thick head pushed through his tight ring of muscles. He screamed in pleasure, as his ass stretched around the large prick, drawing it inside him greedily.
Nolan pulled Datak up, so they were sitting chest to chest, with Datak straddling his hips as they kissed. Nolan drove his tongue into Datak's mouth, tongues colliding, as Datak rode his cock.
Nolan grabbed Datak by the back of his hair and laid him down on the bed, kissing him hard. When they came up for air, Nolan repositioned himself, holding the Castithan by his ankles as he thrust into him with measured strokes. Nolan pulled back until his cock almost fell out, and then shoved back in balls deep.
Datak screamed continuously while Nolan pounded into him, making him insane with desire, as the man struck his prostate with each well-placed jab. Impossibly, Nolan increased his pace until the force of his thrusting pushed Datak across the bed and on to the floor. They fell as one, without ever breaking stride. Nolan grunted and groaned, continuing to pummel Datak, until skyrockets went off in his head. Thrusting deep, Nolan growled something unintelligible as he came inside his lover.
Datak shook with passion as Nolan wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it roughly. Datak clutched at the Lawkeeper's shoulders, and buried his head in the crook of Nolan's neck, coming with a muffled cry.
Datak's ass burned pleasantly as the Lawkeeper's warm essence rolled down his inner thighs and his deflating cock slipped easily out of his stretched hole.
"Holy fuck," Nolan groaned as he lay panting on top of Datak. "I didn't think it could get any better, but I was wrong."
"Ah, yes, that was incredible," Datak agreed breathlessly, "but do you suppose we could get back into bed? I think I have a splinter in my ass."
Nolan laughed as he rolled off his lover and got up. He extended a hand and helped Datak back into bed. "Sorry about that, Datak. I guess I was a bit overzealous."
"Please, don't apologize. It was well worth the trouble," Datak replied happily, laying his head on Nolan's chest.
"I'll try to keep you in the bed next time though," Nolan promised, yawning sleepily, as he held his lover close.
Stahma completed another stitch, tying it off, as she sat fuming internally. The deafening silence, inside the house, added fuel to the fire, making her anger rise to the surface. She tossed her knitting across the room in a rage. She was alone… again. Alak and Christie went out dancing. Her husband was at the NeedWant, letting Lawkeeper Nolan fuck him senseless, and she was here knitting by herself. She wanted to run away to the NeedWant. She wanted to hold Kenya in her arms as Nolan was holding her husband now, but she knew that was hopeless. A Castithan woman's life revolved around the whims of her husband. It was so unfair, and Stahma vowed, that one-day things would change.
She needed Datak here with her, not at a brothel with Defiance's Lawkeeper. In two days, Alak would walk down the aisle with Christie McCawley. They still had details to work out and Stahma could've used Datak's help, but no, he told her to handle it, just like always. Stahma thought angrily, two days left until her son was a married man, and two days left until her life would change forever. Something drastic needed to happen. Stahma had a few grand plans of her own, none of which included Datak.
That night, Stahma lay in the bed, feigning sleep, as her husband arrived home and crawled in beside her. Soft breaths emanated from her chest as she rolled toward Datak. A wispy sound, barely audible, escaped into the quietness of the room.
"Kenya," Stahma sighed.
Datak's eyes widened as he listened intently, but his wife spoke nothing more. She rolled away from him again, dream fading into oblivion, as anger burned a hole through Datak's soul.
"Good morning, dear," Stahma said, as she sat down for breakfast. "I didn't hear you come in last night."
"You were asleep and dreaming something," Datak replied tensely.
"Oh, I don't remember, but I was rather tired. These wedding plans are exhausting."
"Yes, I can imagine, and I'm sorry you haven't had any time for yourself."
"It will be fine, Datak. Once the wedding is over, we'll have plenty of time to relax."
"Not really, Stahma, the election is coming up shortly and we'll need to step up the campaign."
"Of course, how could I forget?"
Datak didn't bother to tell his wife that he did not intend to win the election. He'd finally decided to accept the Lawkeeper's offer, much to his lover's smug satisfaction. He wanted Nolan more and more every day, and if that meant throwing the election, then so be it. He could live with the thought of never being mayor, but he wasn't sure if he could live without Nolan.
"I have a council meeting this morning, Stahma. I'll be gone for several hours. I might not make it home until dinner time."
"That's all right, dear," Stahma replied. "I'll be here all afternoon coordinating the wedding reception."
"Excellent," Datak said, getting up and heading for the door. "I will see you for dinner."
"Have a wonderful day," Stahma said, smiling sweetly at her husband.
"You as well, love," Datak replied, through gritted teeth, as he turned his back on his wife and left the house.
His wife had a little surprise coming, Datak thought, as he waited on top of the hill overlooking their home. Thirty minutes later, Datak received a reward for his patience when he saw Stahma leave the house and head into town.
"Caught you," Datak hissed under his breath, following discretely behind his lying wife, and watching as she brazenly entered the NeedWant in broad daylight.
Datak waited in the alley for two hours before his wife finally reappeared. He could see Kenya Rosewater standing just inside the door, keeping an eye on his wife as she left the establishment. Kenya only had on a silk robe, leaving no doubt in Datak's mind about what the couple was doing in there. Datak fingered his knife. He wanted to slit their throats right then, but realistically, he couldn't risk killing them without proof. The Castithan religious leaders would condemn his actions unless he had irrefutable evidence. Datak hoped that his murderous thoughts wouldn't get the better of him, at least not until after Alak's wedding. He didn't think that his son would take kindly to him killing his mother just before he got married. Reluctantly, Datak decided to wait until the right moment presented itself, and then he would kill the treacherous bitch and her whore lover without mercy.
Irisa saw Datak Tarr sneaking out of the alley across from the NeedWant. The Castithan glared at the front door of the bar as he passed by, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Irisa looked briefly up at the sun. It was late in the afternoon, and not the correct time, but Datak was definitely angry. 'Soon,' Irisa thought, 'very soon.'
"Hey, what's up?" Tommy asked, coming to stand next to the Irathient girl. He followed Irisa's gaze down the street. "Was that Datak?"
"Yes, he was watching the NeedWant from the alley and he's mad."
"Damn, that's not good."
"Nope, it's not good. He's going to try to kill his wife and Kenya soon."
"What should we do?" Tommy asked.
"Let's get a room inside for a couple of days. I want to stay close and I think it would look funny if I asked for a room by myself."
Tommy agreed enthusiastically. "Sure, that's a great idea." Getting a room at the NeedWant with Irisa certainly wouldn't be a hardship. He was sure they could find something to occupy the time.
Irisa smirked at Tommy. She wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what her transparent boyfriend was thinking.
"Come on, lover boy, let's go before I change my mind," Irisa said, taking a grinning Tommy by the hand, and leading him into the bar.
Christie looked beautiful in the long, white dress as her father walked her down the aisle. Alak beamed at his future wife with a thousand stars in his eyes. Stahma never saw Alak look so happy and she shed a single tear when Rafe McCawley gave his daughter's hand to her son. It was a gorgeous ceremony, most of Defiance turned out for the event, even Nolan, and Kenya attended.
Datak stood stoically by her side as Alak and Christie joined in marriage. He' d given her the silent treatment for the better part of two days. She knew why, but Stahma never let on. It would all come to a head soon enough, but Stahma wanted Alak's wedding to go forth unblemished. Shortly, after the ceremony, reception, and ritual bath, Alak could begin his new life as a married man, and she could begin a new life as a divorced Castithan woman. Only death would put a stop to Stahma's plans, and that was a distinct possibility. Stahma's hopes rested solely with the upstanding Lawkeeper of Defiance. She prayed that his sense of duty would keep her and Kenya safe through the ordeal, but there was no guarantee.
Later, while they sat in the Castithan bath, Datak thought about the inevitable confrontation with his wife. Alak and Christie just left a few minutes ago. The ritual bath went very well, even considering Christie's obvious nervousness. The girl managed to stay calm while she held Alak's hand in an iron grip. Datak thought his son a marvel. Alak took the hand crushing with a smile, as he lovingly placed soft kisses on Christie's forehead. Datak shook his head in disbelief. He and his son didn't seem cut from the same cloth, but then, Datak was one of a kind, and nobody could deny it.
"I think we should get some sleep now, Datak," Stahma said, rising from the bath. "It's been a very long day."
"Yes, you're right. I'm going to need a good night's sleep."
"Shall we retire then?"
"Absolutely," Datak replied, getting out of the bath and wrapping a towel around his waist.
Datak wanted plenty of rest. After all, killing was tiring business and he'd need every bit of strength he could muster to carry out the deed.
Stahma's head swam from the blow. She'd hit the floor hard, but quickly scrambled to regain her feet before Datak could slap her again. He was shouting angrily as she gingerly sidestepped him.
"I know you betrayed me with that whore Kenya Rosewater," Datak screamed in a rage. "You've shamed me and our entire family. I don't know what possessed you to do something so stupid… but… but…"
Datak launched himself at her again, but Stahma grabbed a vase off the dresser and hit Datak in the side of his head. Datak staggered backwards, temporarily stunned, but not for long. Stahma took the opportunity to run for her life. If she could get to the NeedWant, and her lover, they might just have chance.
Datak Tarr chased his wife through the streets of Defiance, waving his knife in the air, to the horror of the unsuspecting bystanders. Kenya was standing in front of the bar when Stahma ran in out of breath.
"What in the name of…"
"Kenya, Kenya," Stahma cried. "We have to hide. Datak knows about our affair. He's right behind me."
Unfortunately, it was already too late. Datak ran into the NeedWant and stalked toward the two frightened women. Kenya moved in front of her lover protectively.
"Datak, get out of here now, before you do something that you'll regret," Kenya shouted. "It's not what you think."
"Isn't it?" Datak yelled. "So, you're not sleeping with my wife? Save your puny excuses. I don't believe anything you say. Whore!" Datak screamed, as Stahma came forward, speaking softly, trying to get Datak to listen to her.
"Please, Datak, you must understand this wasn't intentional. I was lonely and you've spent so much time with Nolan. I never meant…"
"Lies," Datak screamed, raising his knife, as he lunged toward Kenya and Stahma. He was ranting in Castithan, as the bright sunshine cascaded through the window above the door, bathing the enraged man in golden light. Kenya stepped up to meet Datak in the middle of the room, hell-bent on protecting her lover at any cost. Datak's blade shimmered in the sunlight as it rapidly descended toward the dark-haired woman's chest.
Datak's arm halted mid-stroke, just as soon as he felt the blaster meet his temple.
"Drop the knife, Datak," Irisa ordered. "Drop it now or I'll blow your head off."
Tommy LaSalle had his blaster leveled at the other side of Datak's head. "Do as she says, Tarr, unless you want this to end badly," Tommy growled.
No one paid any attention to Irisa and Tommy as they sat in the back of the NeedWant, waiting expectantly, for the umpteenth day in a row. Finally, the day arrived, and Irisa and Tommy were ready with blasters loaded.
"You have no right to interfere," Datak screamed. "This is Castithan business. My disloyal wife and her whore have dishonored our family, and Castithan law dictates that their lives are forfeit."
"Datak, drop the knife now," Nolan said calmly. No one saw the Lawkeeper enter, but he'd been close by every morning for the last few days.
"Stay out of it, Nolan. You have no right to stop me. One way or another, my traitorous wife is going to die!"
Nolan moved quickly, grabbing Datak around the neck, as he threw him into the closest wall. He slammed Datak's arm across his knee, effectively knocking the knife from Datak's hand. "You will calm down," Nolan growled. "Do you really think I'm just going let you kill Stahma and Kenya?"
"It's my right, my right," Datak whispered. It was difficult to talk with Nolan's forearm pressed against his throat.
"Irisa, Tommy, take Mrs. Tarr and Miss Rosewater into protective custody… now."
"Ah, okay, Nolan, but where exactly is protective custody?" Tommy asked. "You don't want us to take them to jail, do you?"
Nolan turned his head, giving Tommy an incredulous look. "Take them to the Mayor's house."
"Oh, right, Nolan," Tommy said, as he and Irisa ushered the women out of the NeedWant in a hurry.
"Take your hands off me, Nolan. You have no idea what you've done. When the Castithan religious leaders find out about this, they will kill us all. I hope you're happy now. "
"Datak, come with me. We're going to discuss this rationally. No one is going to die, not on my watch."
"No, shoot me if you have to, but I'm going home. I have nothing more to say to you, Nolan, now or ever."
Nolan released Datak and let him walk out of the NeedWant. The look in the Castithan's eyes spoke volumes. He was angry, hurt, and disappointed in Nolan, but he was calm for the moment. Nolan didn't think he'd go after Kenya and Stahma again, at least not right away. However, Nolan couldn't take that chance, so he'd have to keep Datak under twenty-four hour surveillance until he could figure out what to do. Life with Datak Tarr certainly wasn't a picnic, even in the best of times.