T. A. Chase

Firebird- Part Seventeen

Rue didn’t think he would be able to make it down the ladder into the tunnel. His legs were limp as noodles. He looked down at the opening in the floor and then back at Vlatko.

“I’ll go down first. That way if you slip, I’ll be there to catch you.” Vlatko backed down the rungs while smiling up at him

He stared down into the dark eyes of the killer and wondered why he believe Vlatko. It was true. He’d only known this man for two days, yet he knew that Vlatko would catch him. From the moment he opened his eyes to see Vlatko standing in front of him, his trust had grown. It didn’t matter what the man had done before they met. He didn’t even care if Vlatko was still being used as a killer by the I.U.M. The more time he spent with Vlatko, the more he hoped he didn’t find the files. Some part of him wanted to stay and figure out what made Vlatko tick.

“Are you coming?” Vlatko’s voice drifted up from the bottom of the ladder.

“Yes.” He moved to join him.

Reaching the bottom, he leaned against the wall and sighed.

“Wore you out, huh?” Vlatko grinned at him. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.” The man bent down and swept Rue up in his arms.

Rue wrapped his arms around Vlatko’s neck and rested his head on the man’s broad shoulders. He counted the doors leading off the tunnel as they made their way back to the underground chambers. There were five of them and he knew he’d be investigating all of them before the three weeks were up.

“So what’s in those rooms?” He asked, but didn’t expect to get an answer.

“Supplies in four of them. The fifth? I guess you’ll have to pick the lock to find out.” Vlatko chuckled. “Of course, the lock requires a retinal scan and a voice imprint. You’re the best thief in the universe, so I’m sure you’ve had to deal with that type of security before. I can’t wait to see how you handle that.”

“I’ll find a way in. I haven’t found a door yet that I couldn’t break.” He winked up at Vlatko. “They don’t call me the best for nothing.”

Vlatko’s deep laugh followed them as they went through the main living space into the bedroom. He was ashamed to admit he squeaked as Vlatko tossed him onto the bed. He scrambled around, trying not to get tangled in the sheets.

“I’m going to take a shower. Maybe you’d like to rest for a little bit. It’s been an exhausting morning.” Vlatko walked away from him, stripping his clothes off with each step.

“With real water?” Rue sprang off the bed and rushed after the man’s tight ass.

“Of course, real water. I might have sacrificed the luxuries of living on a more modern planet, but I gained the wonders of a primitive world. One of which is fresh clean water.” Vlatko led the way into the adjoining bathroom where he bent over to turn the water on.

Rue couldn’t stop his hands from groping the firm muscles presented to him as he went into the room. Vlatko arched and pushed back into Rue’s hands. Rue flexed his fingers, massaging and teasing. The big man straightened, turning to grasp Rue’s chin in his hand and crush a kiss to his mouth.

Rue gasped. His hands slid from Vlatko’s ass to fist the hard cock rising proudly from the strong thighs and black curls of the man’s groin. He nibbled along Vlatko’s jaw while stroking the flesh in his grip.

Steam rose from the hot water and sweat beaded up on their skin. He tasted the salty skin at the base of Vlatko’s neck. Rue licked a line down the middle of the man’s chest and over Vlatko’s ripped abs. Dropping to his knees, he followed the crease by the hip until the leaking tip of Vlatko’s cock hit Rue’s chin. He sucked the flared head into his mouth and hummed at the liquid drops of pre-cum coating his tongue.

“I love your mouth,” Vlatko moaned and thrust his cock deeper into Rue’s mouth.

Rue wanted to say how much he loved Vlatko’s dick, but he was more interested in sucking every last drop he could out of the man. He closed his eyes, relaxed his muscles and swallowed until the flared head of Vlatko’s cock hit the back of his throat.

A shout rang through the room and Vlatko grabbed his head, holding him still as the man thrust in and out of his mouth. He braced his hands on Vlatko’s hips, allowing Vlatko to fuck his face.

“I’m gonna come, love.” Vlatko’s voice was harsh.

The first salty bitter burst of come flooded his mouth.

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