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Lucan

“Mister Ryan.” Luca’s slim hand splayed across his chest and it was all the pilot could do not to think of the warm, smooth brown skin under the shirt that hid him. “Are you trying to woo me?”

Ryan wasn’t sure if the surprise and delight in Luca’s eyes and voice was feigned for dramatics or not. But it ultimately didn’t matter. “That depends,” he breathed, reaching for the engineer. One eyebrow arched up as Luca’s chest pressed against the older man. “Is it working?”

-

“Dinnae move, love.” The pilot almost broke a sweat with the force of his restraint. His cock head, dark, swollen, and glistening in the low light, teased around the boy’s puckered entrance.

Luca had orgasmed so hard he nearly passed out when Ry pushed him down, climbed over him, took both of their dicks in hand and stroked them together. He whispered glorious filth, stroking the pent up boy to a quick and sticky finish, careful to catch as much of the creamy white fluid erupting from Luca onto his own cock and shamelessly smearing it over himself.

The pilot leaned down to taste Luca once more, cum-coated, thick, and throbbing with need against the boy’s tight hole. The older man’s tongue brushed the boy’s full lips, snatching his open mouth when he smiled into the kiss and allowing the pilot further into his greedy mouth. Luca’s hands curled into Ryan’s hair, stroking his red beard and moaning incoherently into his hungry kisses even as the pilot shifted his hips to line their bodies up.

“I love ye, boy.” He hadn’t mean to say it but wasn’t scared enough to hide the truth. The truth that banged out a familiar rhythm in his chest. The truth that coursed through his veins. The truth that had him rock hard and beginning to press into his lover with an ancient desire.

“Ry-“ Luca could only gasp and kiss, clinging to the older man, trying to pull him closer and trying not to fall apart as the tears welled up at the corners of his squeezed shut eyes.

“Relax, love,” Ryan crooned, every muscle in him straining against the urge to slam his hips. To force his way inside. They’d played as much as they could handle but a few of Ryan’s fingers couldn’t match the girth of his hard cock and Luca whined and winced with every inch deeper. But ever to his credit, he never asked to stop.

“Fuck- Ry- Khalihira, you’re so big-“

“Aye, boy.” The pilot couldn’t help his snarl. Luca’s warm little body was like a vice around him. So much better than he’d imagined all those nights alone in his bed, in his shower. “But yer doin so well. My bonnie boy.”

Luca’s eyes flew open with a gasp and his body twitched around and beneath the older man when he was just about halfway in. Ryan made a mental note, pulling his hips back slightly just to push back at that same angle. Luca reacted again and the pilot throbbed, teasing the boy’s sensitive prostate with his swollen head and the slick friction of his veiny shaft. Luca’s dick, previously spent from earlier exertions began to twitch to life.

“I love yer little body, boy.” He kissed the engineer again, swallowing his little gasps and whines, savoring the dull scratch of painted nails against his tattooed back. “I love the sounds you make.” Another kiss. A deeper thrust. “I love the way your pretty little hole squeezes my cock.” Another hungry kiss. An even deeper thrust. “I’m gonna give yer every drop of me.”

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“Fuck off, Simpson.”

“You're not on duty for another two hours, Ryan. What the fuck.”

“I'm startin' early,” the grizzled pilot growled. “Now. Fuck. Off.”

The cockpit hadn't been quiet a full minute before soft footsteps padded up to the pilot's seat. He unceremoniously unzipped his trousers, pulling out his half hard cock and motioning to the boy. “Lemme see.”

Luca obeyed. He always obeyed. He was butt naked, his own trousers at his ankles and bent over across the Berlin's console as Ryan stroked himself stiff and then spit on his cock. It wasn't necessary, of course, but he liked the way the sound of it made Luca shiver.

“Such a pretty boy,” Ryan crooned. His callused fingertips traced the edges of the jeweled plug he was eyeing, teasing Luca's most sensitive parts with the lightest brushes before yanking it out. The groan that came out of Luca had Ryan's dick weeping but it was too loud for their location – though not one person would have been surprised – so he covered the boy's mouth with his hand and helped him position as Luca climbed into the pilot's lap to go home again.

Ryan would never get used to the way Luca took him. Something about locks and keys as they boy's perfect ass and tight little hole swallowed his cock. His insides were so tight. So warm. So fucking owned and the slick he'd left there earlier only proved it.

Luca moaned out something like Daddy even with Ryan's hand over his mouth and the pilot shoved his slim hips down, burying himself fully inside his boy with a low growl. If they were anywhere else he would have kept him there, forcing them both to remain still, remain connected with no intent to race to any finish, but alas, the cockpit of the ever stirring starship remained a risky but desirable place to consummate their relationship again and again.

Never wanting to leave his boy untouched, Ryan wrapped his free hand around Luca's dick, slow stroking him in time to the rhythm the boy had already found, grinding and bouncing and shaking around his lover with muffled moans.

“That's it, baby boy. Fuck yerself on Daddy's cock,” he whispered into Luca's ear, caring less and less about who heard them. “Yer want Daddy to fill you up again, boy?”

Luca fucked against him even harder and Ryan stroked him faster in return. “I will.” He squeezed the boy's cock, biting at his exposed neck to amp up the muffled whining. “I fuckin will. Daddy loves you, boy.”

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“They’re yours now.”

“The fuck are ye on about then.” Blake Ryan spat on the floor between them, anything to illustrate his distaste with the entire space station and every form of life on it. 

“They?” Isaac’s smooth voice had a way of radiating confidence and control. The man could raise an eyebrow for a breakthrough interrogation. Blake Ryan found it as irritating as it was comforting in times like these.

“They’re a feudal community, these traders.” The Controller was a human. Old enough to have been born on Earth but like so many of them had become Spacers at heart. Isaac respected that, listening intently to the man’s half-slurred speech. “Too simple for contracts or estates. The property of any Sury adult is transferred to their slayer. This includes all of the properties and goods owned by the decedent. Traditionally, Sury people don’t die so far in the black. More questions than answers, really. But their customs follow.” The grizzled old man huffed a breath, shrugging and breaking his spiel to push a datapad toward the rogue Captain. Issac swiped a crisp signature, eager to be onto the next adventure, or at least out of range of his pilot and oldest friend’s endless scowling.

“You’d have a hell of a time getting your hands on anything of his back home but the boat and everything on it are legally yours now,” the Controller grunted, turning his back to attend the few other so-called customers shoved inside of the too-tiny shop.

“The fuck’see even sayin’ then,” Ryan complained, falling into automatic step just to the right of his old friend.

“I believe we’ve inherited some slaves,” Isaac replied far too cheerfully to make any sense to the pilot’s tired and far too sober mind.

-

“You don’t have to worry.”

Ryan rolled his eyes in the three seconds before crossing the threshold beyond the door of the smuggler’s ship’s cargo bay. He’d mostly wanted to know if there was anything he might want to keep but wasn’t prepared for what he’d see.

“We’re not military,” Isaac assured the shaking civilians as the pilot’s shrewd blue eyes scanned them. “Not anymore. We freelance now. And we’ve no need or desire for slave labor.”

There weren’t many. Two adult men, three adult women, one teenaged boy and one teenaged girl. If nothing else, something in his bones told him they’d been subjected to and/or terrible things. The pilot’s eyes fell to the way the young boy and young girl were holding hands.

“I got a certificate that says you’re property but you’re nobody’s property,” Isaac told them with the good-guy vibe that only he could genuinely muster. “Now on you’re free to do as you please. As you’re able. Go where you like. Do what you like.”

“But we will be sellin’ this piece of shit,” Ryan called out from behind the Captain, dramatically kicking at the twisted, rusting beams of the ancient smuggling ship’s hull. He wasn’t looking any more but he didn’t need to look to still see the curves of the boy’s bare shoulders, the angle of his sharp collar bones dipping into the golden chain around his pretty neck. The dark curls that hid his dark eyes. The pilot’s frustration was increasingly apparent.

“-so we’ll give you a couple of days to get your stuff together,” Isaac offered with open palms and a warm smile. “We’ll stay in port-”

“But on our ship,” Ryan cut in again, blue eyes staring hard into the pretty, golden boy and cock already straining in his trousers. It had been way too fucking long.

“But on our ship,” Isaac agreed easily. He could feel his boots sticking to something on the smuggler’s floor. He didn’t want to think of what. “If you’re willing to work, you’re welcome to stay. But we’re just as happy to drop you somewhere on our way out. You’ll find us on the Highland, civilian frigate docked in Bay Four. ETD 48 hours.”

-

The pilot ripped his shirt off before he’d even crashed into his bed and had his cock in his hands before he had a chance to close his eyes. Fuck, he cursed. Himself. The gods. The universe. 

Everything was so pent up and he hadn’t even noticed but the sight of the slave boy and his pretty, slim hands had Ryan thinking about those painted nails wrapped around his swollen dick. The thought made him groan so loud he shoved a corner of his tshirt into his mouth to shut himself up. His aching dick throbbed in his hands and a shining drop of precum beaded at his tip. He groaned again, through muffled fabric this time, as he squeezed and stroked a clear glob that rolled off his thick purple head to get caught in the fuzz of his belly. 

He thought of the boy’s pretty mouth licking up the mess. He thought of licking the taste of his own precum off the boy’s tongue. Using that tongue to work him open and cumming so deep he might as well be trying to get the pretty boy pregnant. That was the thought that sent him over the edge, biting down on his own shirt to keep the barrage of groaning and half-scottish curses from spilling out like his seed, thick white ropes of hot arousal all over his chest and heaving belly.

“FUCK-” the pilot spat, throwing the tshirt from his mouth to one corner of the spacious private room. It had helped but it wasn’t enough. His cock was still hard when he tucked it back into his trousers and his mind still swum of images of the slave boy who could only have lived the most horrific life. Ryan felt awful for sexualizing the kid - even so or maybe because it must be what he’s used to - but still couldn’t deny the way he throbbed at the thought of getting closer.

A strange mechanical ticking sound interrupted his silent guilt-filled rage and in the next heartbeat he’d drawn the pistol from his bedside table and was pointing it to the whirring sound, coming from near his door.

A small robot - something like a cross between a spider and a houseplant - was walking into his door in what looked like an attempt to exit. Whatever genius programmer was controlling it had apparently forgotten to account for sliding doors. Muffled sounds of frustration, slightly laced with rising panic, had the grouchy pilot slamming the door controls with a heavy fist and glaring into the darkened hallway just outside his private suite, above the cockpit.

“I’m so sorry sir!” The girl blurted. The boy must have turned three shades of pink but only reached down to scoop the tiny robot into his slim arms.

“We were just exploring the ship- We didn’t mean to-”

“S’fine.” Ryan blurted, huffing a hot breath and leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. “What’re ye doin’ here anyway. I know the Captain gave you people an open invitation but I don’t think he meant this.” The pilot quirked a dark eyebrow at the chirping robot, but softened again at the way the boy seemed to care for it like a loved one, swiping away bits of space dust from it’s filtration systems.

“Thought your Captain might drop us off in Central City,” the girl said by way of explanation. The pilot tried to ignore the way she stretched to peek around him at the empty, open suite he called home. “Ain’t got no family left. Either of us. Just needin’ to get somewhere we can find some decent work.”

“Work.” The pilot chewed on the word, feeling uneasy.

“What kind of work can two kids do.” He would have paid money to hear farming or trading or anything but what would inevitably come next.

“We’re slaves, Sir,” the boy said. His voice was soft and smooth. He looked up at the pilot from under thick, dark curled lashes and Ryan shifted, feeling the tingle below his waist all over again. “Body slaves.”

“Not anymore.” The pilot closed the door behind him, stepping out into the shaded hallway with his bare, tattooed chest exposed, and pointed to the next door down. “We’ll find you work. Real work. F’now just put yer shit in here. Gods willin we won’t be latched to this fookin’ station fer much longer.”

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I miss you. I love you. I'm always going to be yours.

And I will never truly leave you, boy.

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Ryan kissed every single spot where the light pink silk ropes touched his holy lovers skin. "S'only so ye needn't worry bout standin'." His gravel whisper carried on a whiskey warm breath. 

The matching blindfold, a long soft pink silk sash kept Luca's eyes well covered. He looked like a goddamned gift from the universe and Ryan had every intention of showing his devotion.

Luca whimpered when the warmth of his pilots body faded with his soft steps. But the man's reappearance behind him made him shiver, goosebumps trailing the path of Ryan's soft touches. He nestled himself against the boy's back, shamelessly letting his wandering touches turn harsher into demanding, possessive gropes. 

"Mine." Ryan growled, savoring the scent and the taste of Luca's tender neck between his teeth again. He lashed the assaulted flesh with a wet gentle tongue and pulled the bound boy's body back against himself to allow them both the sweet friction of his denim clothed cock to brush against his Luca's perfect ass cheeks.

"Here now, lass," the pilot called a little louder over Luca's shoulder into what was only shadow for his boy. Luca flinched, pulling himself back against Ryan who held him tightly in place. The rumble from his low chuckle rocked through Luca from his chest. 

I gentle wetness flicked against Lucas swollen tip before soft full lips pressed to his head. "Missed you, Luc." He couldn't see but it was easy enough to imagine Isobells wide smile from her knees looking up at him with the head of his dick in her mouth. She loved him. And they were strange little creatures who felt things differently than the rest but Ryan would die before he'd discourage the boy, and the girl by extension's, freedom to be their playful selves. And it was no secret how much he loved to watch.

He and Nico had bonded probably far too often over whiskey and wine while their wives laughed and kissed and made love right beside them. It was arousing to see them please each other under normal conditions but this time was focused on Luca alone. Ryan wouldn't be happy until he'd squeezed every bit of mind-blowing sensation out of his boy.

As if knowing what they both needed, Izzy smiled up at them one more time before swallowing Luca's leaking cock. Her lewd slurping sounds and shameless show of spit and pleasure had Ryan reaching to free himself from his denim far before he'd expected.

Luca whined and whimpered begging in half broken breaths for his husband's cock when the pilot traced his precum slick head down the crack of the boys ass. They'd fucked on the way here. An arranged playdate but one that Ryan needed to make count. So his last thick load still coated Lucas slick hole.

"Wanted this to be better," the pillow whispered against his boy's soft skin, lining himself up and thanking the gods for the way Lucas body responded to him, moving together to bring two back to one even as Isobel did her damnedest to suck Luca dry.

"When you're ready, boy," Ryan told him with a casual ease that didn't fit the way his massive cock was stretching alica open inch by inch. rushing as he was be wouldn't miss the exquisite initial breach. Especially not with this view. "You're gonna cum on her tits. And then I'm going to pull my cock out of you. Ah pretty boy. Hush now." 

Another rumbling chuckle rocked though Luca as his wide hands made quick work of the soft tie that bound his eyes. His blinked down at Isobell, working Lucas pretty dick with her own drool on her chest and two hands.."Then you're gonna get on your hands and knees and lick your cum off her tits." Ryan's voice had him trying to turn into his husband no matter the fact that they stood connected. The pilot as much as the soft ropes Luca hung by kept him firmly in place. He flurried kisses along what he could reach of his smiling lovers jaw and let his head fall back to rear of Ryan's shoulder when the throb of his husband inside him and the way his best friend played him like an instrument she'd grown up with nearly overwhelmed him. "That's why the ropes, love." Ryan chuckled again. Kissing a soft path across the boys shoulder and letting Luca do his best to squirm for more friction. "Then I will kiss you and suck your caramel sweet cum off your pretty pink tongue." He savored the way every part of Luca reacted to him. "And then I will mount you and take what's mine."

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big big BIG fan of couples who are a package deal but in an evil way. ur not getting one without the other and that's a threat

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ownership but it's just me reassuring you that there's nothing you must worry about in this world because I take care of what's mine

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“Come in.” The eldest O’Riain’s voice sounded as worn out as he felt. “Sit.”

Nico’s soft brown eyes flashed gold in the glint of the fire’s light. “Rourke said you’d sent for me.” The hulking Italian that had come to be an integral limb of the Family Tree.

“Ye know those boys cannae keep a secret fer shit, aye?”

Nico gave only his characteristic lack of response.

“The girl,” Ryan offered in a gentler tone, pushing a half-filled glass of an old family whiskey toward the younger man he’d come to think of as a brother.

“Isobel.”

Just the way he said her name made Ryan crack a smile. He knew that fondness well. “At’s the one.”

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I was in the village with Kate earlier and they were toasting your name at the pubs. Made me so proud of you. I love being your wife.

I cannae figure why. They're good folk.

Luca I'm so glad you chose to share your life and your light with me.

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Fooling around with Izzy but I'm not letting myself cum.

Saving it for you, daddy.

Cum in me, boy. Give me that pretty dick and every sticky drop.

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I love exploring all your ink. There's always something new. What am I going to find today? ;)

Barry said to tell ye he'd like a conversation. It's been too long.

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Missing you, husband ❤️

Needing you, wife.

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“Aye, love. More than once.”

-

The shift in the air was palpable. As soon as they had crossed into the stone’s circle, hand-in-hand, the air itself seemed to thicken, almost distort. It was less of a mist and more of a dense foggy haze that had nothing to do with the dreary Scottish dawn that blurred everything together until the shift of a figure in white came closer.

“Ceann-cinnidh.” (Chieftain) The figure shifted, the bright light dimming to reveal a shockingly human-looking face of an old woman with waist-length white hair. “Bean a' chinn-fheadhna.” (Wife of the Chieftan) Her heavy gaze fell to Luca as she spoke. “Bithidh tu air do cheangal mar aon a rìs.”(You will be bound as one again.) The voice rang with an otherworldly timbre, just beyond what seemed normal or naturally human. But the weirdest part was how Luca seemed to understand it all without actually speaking the ancient Celtic language.

“Halo cridhe leòmhann.” (Hello lion heart.) The voice shifted again, softening into something like a great grandmother. The figure shifted towards them but neither felt the need to flee. Glowing hands came to cup Luca’s face as the figure seemed to inspect him from different angles. “Dìreach masg.” (Just a mask.) The old woman poked a glowing finger into Luca’s chest but it only made him giggle. “Seo a tha cudromach.” (This is what matters.)

Her glowing hands were soft and warm and Luca pressed into her like a cat as she held his face and his gaze, one hand still captured by his silent warrior at his side. There was a spark of electricity when her lips pressed to the wrinkles on his still confused forehead. “Fàs mar aon. Biodh d'aonadh beannaichte.” (Grow as one. May your union be blessed.)

A heartbeat later the thick fog that had almost seemed suffocating at first had quickly and quietly cleared. Ryan swiped a thumb across the back of Luca’s hand, still concerned for his little love and all of his family’s highland strangeness.

“Now what?” Luca asked.

“Now?” Ryan smiled to himself, looking around the clearing, admiring the ancient stone structures and trying to put everything but getting Luca naked and on his back out of his mind. “Now we consummate.”

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Luca smoothed his slightly sweaty palm down his thighs, over the thick woollen pleats of the O’Riain kilt he wore. It felt a little strange to have his knees exposed out in the cool highland air but thick socks and his usual boots kept the rest of his legs warm just as a thick sweater protected the rest of him from any chill.

He trudged over the worn but still rocky path, just half a step behind Ryan where he clung to Ryan’s tattooed hand like a lifeline. In an odd way, this place felt familiar. Deep in his bones, like his soul was sighing with relief to be back there yet Luca knew he had never stepped foot on this part of the estate before.

“So, if we’re getting married in Italy, why are we doing a handfasting too?” he asked in an effort to distract himself. It was midmorning and the day had dawned bright but fog was steadily building and pressing in on them. Luca had worried about a storm as they left the safety of the house, but Ryan had only pressed his lips to his temple and told Luca not to fret. “I mean, not that I’m complaining. I’m just… curious, I guess?”

Ryan stopped on a ridge. Ahead of them, the path continued, falling away sharply down the side of the hill. There was nothing out here, just the wind howling through the peaks and tufts of wild heather waving among the lichen covered mounds that dotted the harsh landscape. It was barren and wild but Luca loved it.

He paused beside Ryan, studying the line of the older man’s stern profile before following his line of sight to the valley below. There, silent in the greying light stood tall, dark, blurred shapes in a misshapen circle.

Luca’s breath caught. The stones.

“The laws of the highlands are different here,” Ryan finally answered. It wasn’t the first time Luca had heard him mention something like this. On some distant level, he had realised it the first time he had ever stepped foot in this wild part of Scotland. The old ways were still prominent here, the laws of the national government held sway only on a surface level, a thin veneer to the outside world to afford them the autotomy to continue as they did without interference from outsiders.

On the outside, the estate was a grand old home, the villages surrounding them quaint and quiet - But Luca had been in the room when a man had shown up in Ryan’s study, demanding justice for his family. Luca had seen Rourke and the others that followed his lead met out that begged for justice in blood and fire. There were no courts, police here looked the other way and the Laird and Lady O’Riain’s words were law. It was eye for an eye as a way of life and payment and punishment were harsh but loyalty was blood – and forever.

“Only our own traditions truly matter,” Ryan continued. He glanced sideways at Luca, squeezed his hand as he lifted their joined palms and kissed Luca’s knuckles. “Binding ye to me in the stones makes ye my wife. My love. My partner - and all that comes with it.” He lowered their hands, his blue gaze falling to the stones again. “No’ too late to back out now, darlin’.”

Luca inwardly took note of the way his ass still ached and his body was marked all over - how his heart had never felt more full and he had never felt so truly at home.

This man was the reason Luca existed. His purpose. If he wasn’t at Ryan’s side, Luca didn’t want to live. “Are you kidding?” Luca snorted as he shook his head and threw Ryan a wry smile. He appreciated the last-minute offer of freedom but he had been Ryan’s from the moment their eyes had met across the room. “Ry, I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole fucking life. I love you. I think I’ve loved you and searched for you before I even knew you existed and I-“

Luca’s gaze snapped back to stare at the stones. The sense of familiarity washed over him like a wave once again. Echoes of a dream, or a memory, he wasn’t sure but he clutched at Ryan’s arms as the wave of dizziness threatened to take him.

“There, love,” Ryan murmured, like he knew just what Luca was feeling. Like he had been expecting it.

“Ry?” Luca whispered shakily. “We’ve been here before, haven’t we?”