T. A. Chase

Firebird- Part Twenty-Eight

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 TA Chase

Part Twenty-Eight:

Vlatko lay on the bed after Rue left. He wasn’t tired. His body had gotten its quota of sleep for the week. He stared up at the ceiling and thought about all the work he’d done while living on this planet. Did he want to jeopardize all of it by leaving with Rue? But truly what would he lose? He was going to die anyway. What did it matter if he died alone on this primitive planet or went on the ride of his life with the thief?

He climbed out of bed and headed to his computers. He had another week before his deadline for Rue was up. Then the thief would have the option of calling the I.U.M. or leaving with the Mitchov gem and making a deal with some gem collector. Vlatko rubbed his finger over the President’s Heart that Rue had left sitting on Vlatko’s desk. An odd warmth traced up his arm and stopped at the spot where the firebird had burned him. Maybe he had an infection setting in, but that would be impossible. His genetic make-up wouldn’t allow him to get sick.

Shrugging the strange occurrence off, he booted up the computers and started working. Some where in the formula for the liquid body armor was the answer to his dilemma. He just wasn’t smart enough to understand the numbers and code. He needed the original scientist who created the armor. He often found himself wondering if the man knew what his creation would do to the men it was injected into. Or did the I.U.M. steal it from him to use for its own reasons without caring about the consequences? That scenario was the one he believed in.

Vlatko didn’t know how much time had gone by when he looked up to see Rue sitting on the couch, watching him. He gave the slender man a smile. Rue didn’t smile back. Those strange amber eyes studied him as if he were a fascinating bug Rue had found.

“Did you figure things out?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear that Rue would be leaving. He knew he was worried that the thief would decide to leave now instead of waiting for another week. He didn’t want to lose the man.

Vlatko wondered when he’d gone from not needing anyone to loving Rue and all in the space of two weeks. Was it the threat of dying that weakened the walls around his heart enough for this thief to sneak in and steal his love?

“Yes. I know what I have to do and I have to admit it’s not what I’d ever planned on doing.” Rue stood up and strolled towards Vlatko.

He watched as Rue knelt down between his legs and looked up at him. Rue’s eyes usually flared orange and red when the man was gripped by strong emotions. Vlatko knew this from all the times he’d watched Rue climax. But now they were a calm amber, gleaming with a certainty Vlatko had never had the pleasure of feeling himself.

Nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and drew his cock out. He drew in a breath when Rue licked his tip, teasing the slit with his tongue. Vlatko reached out and brushed a shaking hand over Rue’s blond curls.

“Is this a good-bye present?” He didn’t know why he asked. It would be better not to know that Rue had made up his mind to leave.

The smile on Rue’s face was a mixture of sadness and happiness. “Not yet. I still have a week left.” He swallowed Vlatko down to the base of his shaft.

“Gods,” Vlatko groaned. “I’m going to miss this.”

Rue pulled off him with a pop. “Who says you have to give this up? You could go with me.”

Vlatko chuckled, but didn’t say anything.

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