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Tutkijaa

Sitting at my desk, I continue watching my programs sort through historical information on this planet repeatedly, looking for anomalies or changes. So far, all I’ve seemed to find is an insane amount of the same shit. Kari was right, the history on this world and the divide between the people is almost identical on every site you look at.

Plunging into the dark net and darker nets, I continue my search, setting up algorithms to sort through information for me at a faster rate than I can achieve. As much as I hate AI sometimes and the idea of robots and shit, I will admit that this use of AI is brilliant. These algorithms can search for keywords, phrases, topics, plus so much more, and file the information a thousand times faster than even I could, and I’m damn fast.

While those algorithms begin working their magics on the other nets for information, I go back to the main net and start an algorithm for looking at the websites themselves, not the information. For the wording to be that precise, that consistent, something isn’t right. Someone fucked with this, there’s no other reason for it to be consistent in its information. Someone hacked into these sites and changed the information for their benefit. But why? But who? Those are the big questions. I just need to find proof in the coding, and that’s what my algorithms will do, find me the proof.

The door to my cave opens, letting in more light than I’d like, but I don’t grumble about it. A plate of food and a cup is set next to me on the desk, and I glance at it but keep going, the only sound in the room that of my keys clicking beneath my fingers.

“Kij, you need to eat and take a break.” Tohtor’s voice is gentle, trying to coax me to pull back, but I’m onto something here. I don’t have time for breaks.

“Later, I’m onto something, I can’t stop now.”

“You’ve been saying that for weeks. You need a break, to get out of this room, release some energy, rest.”

I scoff, what does he know? I’m at my highest efficiency like this, right? I’m on a roll, getting shit done, and we’re on a timeline. I can’t just take a fucking nap. Not when an entire world is at stake.

“I’ll eat in a minute, but I’m busy, Tor. Drop it.”

He sighs, refusing to move. I see his arms cross over his chest, and my shoulders tense, sensing the impending reprimand. “No, Kij, now. I’m not going to drop it. Take a break, eat, and get some rest. You need a break. Let your damn algorithms do the work so you can walk away for a bit.”

Growling, I jump and slam him into the wall, pinning him there. “What does the good doctor suggest I do with that time off, huh? When this is so fucking important, what should have my attention more?”

His brown eyes study me closely, flitting across my face before landing on my lips. “Me. I’m more important, do me.”

My nose twitches with my anger, he’s just riling me up. I’m not in the mood to fuck around, I have shit to do. I need to focus. There’s evidence to be gathered, code to unravel, information to file and sort. An entire planet is at stake. I’m not what’s important right now. I growl again, pushing him harder into the wall so I can push away.

His hands grip my hips, stopping me. “Don’t you fucking pull away, Kij. You’ve bottled, holed up, and worked for weeks straight. You need to release this energy, you’re getting frantic. I know your argument, there’s a world at stake, lives on the line, I’m fully aware. This work is too important, you need to function at peak efficiency. Frantic energy isn’t peak, it’s stress. Release it. Use me. I’m right here.”

His eyes bore into mine, and I hear his logic. I hate it that he’s right. I want to punish him, hurt him, kick him out for this, but everything inside me is screaming for my mate now that he’s here. I need to release this energy or it’ll only get worse. It’s one of the downsides of my race. If we bottle up energy, if we don’t fuck regularly, we end up in a frenzy that’s unstoppable until we’ve released all that we have. It makes us a danger to those who can’t handle it. The last thing we need right now is me snapping into a frenzy. He’s right, I need peak efficiency, and despite what I think, this isn’t peak, this is crazed energy, frantic as he said. I need to change that.

Growling, I slam my lips to his, pressing him into the wall with my body, refusing to let him get away. He pulls at me, begging me for more, and I grab his throat, pushing back. “Not here. Get your ass moving, Tor.”

I slowly release him, and he steps around me to the door, turning his back to me in the hallway as he heads next door to my room. My steps are heavy, angry, as I follow him into my room, locking the door behind me. Ayira can’t handle this part of me, it’s why I’m lucky we have Tor. He’s made for me and these moments.

My clothes fall to the floor in heaps as I walk and strip, hearing the call of the shower he’s turned on in the bathroom. He’s already under the water, his clothes meticulously folded on the counter. That’s how calmly he handles my chaos, he’s still level-headed enough to carefully fold his clothes before letting me ravage him. It’s one of the things I love about him, he never gets this way, he never loses control. He’s the calm and calculated mate we all need in our lives.

Stepping into the shower, I back him into the wall, the warm water raining down on my back. “How dare you interrupt my work for this. You don’t trust me to know when I need a break on my own?”

“I care about you, Kij, I don’t want you to reach your breaking point again. This isn’t because I don’t trust you, it’s because I care and don’t want to wait too long.” He caresses my cheek, a loving look in his eyes.

I grab his wrist and pin it to the wall by his head. “Is that so? Afraid I might wait too long and snap on someone here? Worried I might decide the best time for this is in the middle of a fucking war? Like I’d fuck you in front of everyone with death over our heads. You should know better.”

“I know you, and I know what you need. If fucking me in front of the entire village is what you need, fine, but I’d much rather it be here.”

“You jealous I’d choose someone else over you, Tor? Afraid I’ll snap on someone else, afraid I’ll hurt someone? When have I ever?” It nearly happened once when I was young, struggling. It hasn’t happened again, and I like to believe it’s because of my own ability to know myself, but there may be truth to his words as well, that he cares for me and prevents me from getting too caught up in my work to notice my urges. However, the rage coursing through me right now makes it difficult to think on it logically, and all I want is to fight him, to prove he’s wrong, despite knowing my actions only prove him right.

He pauses, staring at me with concern that makes me ache. “I know you wouldn’t hurt anyone else, I’m not jealous, I just want you to be healthy and cared for. I’m a doctor, and it’s my job to make sure you have all you need to be truly healthy.”

Sick of listening to him talk and tell me what he thinks is best for me, I kiss him as if my life depends on it. Two of my hands pin his to the wall by his head, the other two grip his hips and hold him still, prepared to take what I need whether he likes it or not. My cock is rock hard between us, pressing against him, the water giving us the perfect lubricant we need. This is why we often do this in the shower if it’s going to be this way. No extra lube needed, and we can easily clean up after.

His cock is hard as well, but he retracts it into his body, as his species can do, and I slide right into him, rubbing along him, making him groan. He’s a master of control and manages to soften his cock to give me the room I need, allowing me to savagely pound into his tight hole as I suck the life from his mouth. My teeth sink into his bottom lip as he moans, his wrists tugging against my hands. We come together, but it isn’t enough for me; I need a thousand times more.

My lower left hand slips around and cups his ass, tilting his hips up to me, as my lower right hand slides up his velvety, broad, orange chest to grab his throat. His eyes roll into his head, his long brown hair sticking to the wet tile of the shower. I slam into him over and over until I come again, shivering as the tension within me drains just a bit more with each jet of cum.

“That’s it, Kij, fill me up.”

“Shut the fuck up, Tor,” I grumble and kiss him, holding him to me as my hips rock in a steady rhythm. Not as hard, not as fast as before, but I’m nowhere near done with him. He moans into my mouth, whispering pleases when I pull back for air. “Please, what?”

He gulps, panting for breath as a shiver breaks over his body. He’s close, but not enough. I know just how to remedy that. Releasing his neck, my hand drops to his hip, pinning him, as I slip my lips to his neck, teasing with kisses and licks before I bite him, hard, slamming into him. He groans loudly, his cum jetting against me as I once more fill him with mine.

I go on like this, using him for my pleasure for a long time, filling him to the point of overflow, soaking us both. It rinses away with the water, but I can’t stop. Each release physically relaxes my mind, my heart, my body, taking the anger and frantic energy with it. He takes everything I have, all the rough sex, the bites, the pain, every ounce of cum my body has, without fight. These sessions sometimes last for an hour or more, and this one feels as if it’s reaching that limit, if not longer.

My upper hands release his from the wall, and he hugs me tight against him, his four-fingered hands sliding from my chest up to cup my cheeks. He spins us, pinning me to the wall as he takes over, his lips distracting me as his hips rock gently. Two hands hold his hips, the others are slack against the wall behind me as I rest, letting him take care of me as he begged to do.

With that control I will never understand, he works his cock out around mine, letting it curl up under my balls to the spot I can never resist. “Tor….” My words are cut off as he presses against me, rocking our locked hips together until I’m moaning yet another release. Fuck. He’s draining me of the energy I had early, all the fight leaving me, but this is exactly what he intended.

If I don’t release that frantic energy in this way, I will work myself up until I lash out at someone, fucking them until I’m empty. It only happened to Ayira once, and her body gave out on me halfway through. That’s when Tor stepped in, and he’s been my savior against this fucked up side of me ever since. He can handle all I have to give, provided we have the lubricant we need to keep going. No matter how long it takes to release all the energy.

He pulls back, nearly releasing me from his body, but I’m not done. Just a little more. “Don’t you pull away, not yet.” I spin us once more, slamming him into the wall as I pound into him, not giving him the chance to tease me or caress me. His fingers dig into my shoulders as I fuck him hard, needing this more than I want to admit. He always knows better than me about this, but I hate admitting it to him. The fucker is always right about this medically related shit.

“Whatever you want,” he groans, moaning when I growl for him to shut up once more. He hardens, tightening around me, slipping out, the pain of my balls getting impaled by him the perfect edge I need. My hips pick up speed, slapping harder, as he grunts, pulling on my hips for more. God, I love it when he begs for more, he never gets enough, but he loves it when I fight him. He leans close, biting into my shoulder, and we both shatter, shivering in our releases.

The water is still warm, but it doesn’t stave off the shakes. He spins us one more time, kissing me gently as he can tell I’m finally reaching my end. So he uses this opportunity to make gentle love to me, whispering sweet words to me and reminding me of what I mean. Hitting that spot once more behind my balls, he spirals me into a final orgasm. As I pant for breath and rest against the wall, he holds me, letting me gather my strength back. My cock finally softens, and he pulls away, helping me wash up.

Once we’re both clean and dry, he helps me to bed and crawls in beside me. I roll into him, laying my head on his soft chest and taking in the sound of his heartbeat. That steady, strong thump, thump that is the calm to my storm. His arms circle me and rub my back gently, letting me relax.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Never, Kij. Go to sleep. You need your rest so you can help Kari solve this problem. You’ll figure it out easily now, I have no doubt.” His voice is a gentle rumble against my ear, and I love it.

Lifting my head, I look up into his eyes and give him a weak smile. I stretch up to kiss him once before laying back down against him, taking in his steady strength. “I love you, Tor. Thanks.”

“Anytime, mate. I love you, too.”

I slowly drift off to sleep to the sound of his breath and heartbeat, the soothing feel of his velvety hands rubbing along my body. For the first time in weeks, I sleep without dreams, without waking up. I sleep like a king.