Chapter 8: The Dominant Force
Datak was thoroughly drunk by the time he left his home late that same evening. He figured that if he died, he might as well go out with a bang. Therefore, with a large wad of scrip in his hand, Datak entered the NeedWant one more time and sauntered up to the bar.
"I want three of your best whores," Datak demanded, plucking the scrip down in front of the bartender on duty.
The Liberata eyed the Castithan gangster with contempt, but it was a large amount of cash, and he thought Kenya would need the scrip when she came out of hiding. Snapping his fingers, the Liberata called for three of his loveliest Night Porters. Datak smiled at the buxom beauties as they led him by his arms to the nearest bedroom.
It took them no time at all to strip the drunken Castithan of his clothing, but as they kissed, stroked, and licked him all over, Datak could only think of Nolan. It made him angry. He was here to forget about Nolan, but his mind had other ideas and obviously so did his prick. It didn't matter what the whores did to him, he couldn't get hard, couldn't feel the pleasure, as he ached from the inside out for his Lawkeeper.
Datak tried to focus, looking from one whore to the next, and kissing the closest one passionately. As he pulled away and gazed into her eyes, Nolan's face appeared before him. Datak groaned in frustration. This was hopeless, completely hopeless. Nolan willing stabbed him in the back and twisted the knife handle, but even though he'd taken his wife's side, Datak still longed for him. He tried again, shaking his head to clear away the fog, as he pulled a particularly chesty beauty down on top of him.
Just as Datak was admitting defeat by pushing the whore off his person, the door to the room flew open, and a very angry-looking Lawkeeper walked in.
"Hello, Datak. I hope I'm not interrupting something," Nolan said with a snarl.
"What the hell are you doing here? Who let you in?" Datak asked indignantly.
"The bartender let me in, Datak. Now, be a good boy, and shut the fuck up," Nolan ordered. "Ladies, I'm sorry to spoil the party, but I need a word with Mr. Tarr. I promise you'll all be doubly compensated for your time."
Nolan smiled and held the door open for the women, slamming it shut abruptly, just as the last one exited.
"How dare you barge in here like this, Nolan? You've got some nerve," Datak shouted at his lover.
Nolan's eyes narrowed to slits as he walked slowly toward the bed. Datak sobered up quickly, feeling his world getting smaller, the closer Nolan got.
"Stop right there, Nolan. I told you that it was over between us."
"Yes, you did, sweetheart, and I could live with that, if I believed you, but your behavior is out of control, Datak. Did you think I would let you get by with bringing three hookers up here?" Nolan asked, reaching the bed and planting his knee firmly in the middle of his lover's chest.
"Get off me, you oaf," Datak yelled.
"Not so fast, Datak, you need to learn a little self-control before I leave this room."
Datak shuddered. The look in Nolan's eyes made him so hard that it was actually painful.
Nolan leered. "Someone is happy to see me, even if you're not."
The Lawkeeper removed his knee from Datak's chest and fell on top of the struggling Castithan, pinning his arms above his head with one hand, as he stroked Datak's cock roughly.
Datak thrashed, trying to get the big lug off him… or maybe not. He probably could've thrown Nolan, but why the hell would he want to do a thing like that? Finally, Datak was hard and panting. His traitorous cock rubbed against the Lawkeeper shamelessly, as his meager struggles only managed to incite Nolan's lust.
Datak's mouth overrode all his senses and he couldn't stop himself from shouting. "Fuck me, Nolan, please fuck me!"
Nolan laughed, as he hastily unzipped his pants, and pulled out his huge cock. "I'm so glad you're seeing things my way now, lover, but you still need a lesson in dominance."
"Ha, you think you can dominate me, Nolan? No one dominates Datak Tarr," the Castithan screamed, renewing his efforts to break free from Nolan's grip.
"We'll see about that, Datak. We'll just see about that," Nolan roared.
Datak snorted with fury, as he bucked his hips wildly, and somehow managed to unseat his lover. He flung himself at the surprised Lawkeeper, hitting him in the chest with the palms of his hands. Datak sent Nolan flying off the end of the bed, where he landed on his back with a loud thud. Datak was on him instantly, snarling and bashing Nolan' head repeatedly against the hardwood floor.
The Lawkeeper groaned in pain as his shoulder connected with the floor. Nolan knew he'd dislocated it by the sickening crack that followed.
"We'll just see who's dominant here," Datak said, laughing in the Lawkeeper's face, as he punched his lover hard in the nose.
Nolan gave one warning growl before flipping Datak on to his back. Datak had really pissed him off now. "You're a very naughty boy, Datak," Nolan hissed, through gritted teeth, as he pinned the angry Castithan to the floor.
Nolan held Datak's arms above his head with one hand again, while he pried his legs apart with the other. Nolan finally managed to wedge a knee between his struggling lover's thighs.
Datak shouted a string of profanity at Nolan, as he tried to kick the Lawkeeper away from him, but his efforts were futile. Nolan threw one of Datak' legs over his shoulder and plunged his leaking cock into Datak's unprepared hole.
Datak screamed in protest as Nolan started thrusting in and out of him mercilessly. Growls echoed through the room as Nolan proceeded to show the unruly gangster just who was in charge, but Datak wasn't finished… not by a long shot.
Datak's eyes burned, with deep purple fire, as he broke free from Nolan's iron grip. He flipped the Lawkeeper over, and they wrestled for control, rolling from side to side, until Nolan backhanded Datak across the face. He held his lover down again and shoved his cock back inside Datak's tight channel.
Nolan panted, pumping in and out of Datak, as he doubled his lover almost in half. Datak moaned loudly, pushing back, matching Nolan thrust for thrust. Nolan sprawled across his lover's body and bit Datak's neck hard, successfully staking his claim on the Castithan.
Datak screeched and tried to repay the love bite, but Nolan slammed him back down on the floor roughly. He wrapped his hand around Datak cock and began stroking it in time with his thrusts. Datak whimpered in pleasure, coming after only a few tugs on his rigid member and several well-placed shots to his prostate.
Come soaked Nolan's chest hair and ran down his abdomen, as Datak' tight ass muscles contracted around his prick. Three thrusts later, Nolan howled, and bathed his lover's insides with hot spunk.
Datak gasped for air as he wrapped his boneless body around Nolan's mostly clothed form. They lay on the floor in silence for a long time before anyone could move or speak, but after a short while, Nolan broke the silence. "Do we have an understanding now, sweetheart?" Nolan asked with just a hint of mirth.
Datak snuggled closer to the battered and bruised Lawkeeper, "Oh, all right, I promise not to pay for any more whores."
"Or try to kill your wife and Kenya again," Nolan added.
"I can't make that promise, Nolan. You don't fully understand the situation. Serious consequences will arise from my lack of action.
"Let's discuss this in bed, Datak. You dislocated my shoulder and it hurts like a bitch."
"Take off the rest of your clothes, Nolan, and sit on the bed. I'll reset your shoulder."
"Don't I even get an apology, love?"
"No," Datak answered with a glare. There would be no apology from him any time soon.
Nolan laughed. He couldn't help it. Datak made his crazy, but gods, how he wanted the surly Castithan.
After Datak reset Nolan's shoulder, which was more painful than he'd anticipated, the Lawkeeper collapsed on the pillow with a moan.
"Suck it up, Nolan. It wasn't that bad. Your shoulder slipped right back into to place with hardly any effort."
"That's easy for you to say. It wasn't your shoulder."
"Does it still hurt?" Datak asked with a bit more sympathy than he'd intended.
"Yes, it still fucking hurts, but thanks for asking."
Datak got out of bed and retrieved something from his suit coat pocket. He handed the flask to Nolan. "Here, drink this. It will help the pain. Trust me, Nolan… I wasn't feeling any pain when I came in here."
"So, you drank yourself into a stupor, before coming up here with those hookers?"
"Uh huh," Datak replied sheepishly, "drunk out of my mind."
"Well, I guess that's an excuse, but you weren't drunk when you chased your wife into the NeedWant wielding a knife. I talked to Stahma and she said that you hit her, Datak."
"Damn it, Nolan, I only hit her once. It was barely a tap, and besides, you can't blame me for that because I was trying to kill her at the time."
"I love your reasoning, Datak. It just boggles the mind."
"Well, excuse me, but I still have to kill her and Kenya, so something has to give here."
"I told you, Datak, you're not killing Stahma and Kenya. That is not going to happen… ever. Please, tell me, do you really want to murder the mother of your only child, the woman you've lived with all these years? Is that what you really want to do?"
Silence filled the space between Datak and Nolan for a long time. Nolan watched his lover stare at the ceiling until he wanted to strangle him.
"I'm still waiting for an answer, Datak."
Datak sighed. Nolan didn't understand what repercussions his non-action would cause.
"No," Datak admitted. "I don't want to kill her, but I really don't have a choice. Once the Castithan religious order finds out, and there is no way they missed today's fiasco, they will demand that I kill Stahma and her lover. The Castithans will depose me as their leader in Defiance, and kill me, along with my wife and Kenya. I tried to explain to you earlier, the Castithans would kill all of us."
"Damn it, Datak, why can't you divorce her?"
"Divorce isn't possible in Castithan society unless the male partner chooses to release their spouse."
"Well, for fuck's sake, Datak, just release her."
"It's not that simple, Nolan. I don't think that I could convince the Castithan Order. Our system is very complicated. Only one reason for divorce is acceptable. I would have to petition the Council of Elders, on the grounds that I'm no longer in love with my wife, and I wish to marry someone else."
Nolan swallowed a lump in his throat. He didn't like the direction this conversation was taking. Nolan had a sneaking suspicion that Irisa's vision was about to rear its ugly head.
"Fuck," Nolan groaned. He knew it was a bad idea, but what choice did he have? "Okay, so do that, Datak."
Datak laughed. "Is that a proposal, Nolan?"
"Call it anything you like, but we have to come up with a plan."
"I doubt the Castithan Order will believe me. How would I explain this afternoon's events?"
"I thought you were smart, Datak. You're always boasting about what a fucking genius you are. It's time to show some of that genius, don't you think?"
Datak remained silent, for what seemed like an eternity, but finally, his eyes lit up and he smiled evilly at Nolan.
"Oh, God, what are you thinking?" Nolan asked with trepidation.
"I will petition the Castithan Order first thing in the morning, Nolan. I'll tell them that I released my wife from our bond because I want to marry you."
"Yeah, but how will you explain trying to kill Stahma and Kenya?"
"I will tell them that after I released Stahma, she was very upset, and she insulted me. At that moment, I grew angry and tried to retaliate. The Castithan Order would accept an insult by a woman just released from her bond of marriage. They'd view it as a natural reaction."
"What about Kenya?"
"I will simply say that Kenya was a bystander who got caught in the middle. When Stahma ran into the NeedWant, Kenya tried to protect her, so I needed to kill her too, because she interfered with Castithan business."
"That's pretty twisted, Datak. I don't think I'd believe it."
"I don't know if I can convince them, but you have to play the part, Nolan. I can't promise that the Castithan Order will approve my petition, but it's our only chance. If you're called it front of the order, you have to tell them that you want to marry me."
"Ah, what happens if the Castithan Order denies the petition?"
"You know what happens, Nolan. We all die, including you."
"That doesn't sound very appealing, but then, what happens if the petition gets approved?"
"We would have to get married, and live together as a couple. You'd be obligated to follow the Castithan laws of bonding, promising faithfulness to me."
"And you could cheat on me when you like, just the same as you did on Stahma?"
"Well, yes, but…"
"No fucking way, Datak. That ain't happening," Nolan shouted.
"I didn't say that I would cheat on you, Nolan. I said that I have the right. There is a difference, if you hadn't noticed."
"Am I supposed to trust you, take your word for it, and give up my freedom, all for a flimsy promise of fidelity?"
"Would you prefer the alternative, Nolan?"
Nolan huffed, cursed, and glared at his lover. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Nolan yelled and threw his arm over his face.
"Well, I promise, we'll do a lot of that," Datak assured his lover. "Look, Nolan, I don't know if the order will even consider my petition. It may all be for not. Most likely, they'll kill us in our sleep one evening, and we won't have to worry about in anymore, but we still have tonight. Therefore, I propose that you fuck me through the mattress until morning, and then I'll go before the Castithan Order."
Nolan turned to face Datak, wrapping his arm around him tightly, as he pulled him down for a kiss. He didn't hold out much hope for a happy ending, but Datak was right, they still had tonight, and that was probably the best they could ask for. 'Fucking furiously before dying… what a way to go', Nolan thought.