Fic: Moondance (3/3) (Sex Corps, Hank/Ian)
Part 2
V. New beginnings
Ian smiled against Hank's hair, breathing deeply the scent of sweat and the faintest traces of the sweet shampoo Hank used. He didn't wake before his sub often, so he decided to take advantage of the opportunity, slide his hand between Hank's legs, cupping his balls and rolling them gently.
"Mmrrrggg," Hank groaned, his hips shifting backward to meet Ian.
"How eloquent." Ian nuzzled beneath his ear, tasting salt. He moved his hand to stroke Hank's cock, feeling it swell at his touch. When he pinched the head slightly Hank yelped. "Mmm, imagine if I had you pierced here."
"Ian," Hank's eyes fluttered. "I don't. . ."
"Shh, just fantasizing," he soothed. Hank was clearly not ready for such a thing now. Ian couldn't help his desire, his fantasy to lead Hank around by a leash clipped to a cock piercing. He loved metal, the way it gleamed in Hank's skin, the silver a contrast to his golden tones.
With that thought in mind, he rolled Hank over onto his back, so Ian could suck one of the nipples into his mouth, the rod piercing hard against his tongue. Hank moaned and his cock dripped in Ian's hand. Ian flicked the other nipple, keeping them both tormented while he worked Hank's dick, his strokes moving faster.
"Ian," Hank gasped out, struggling to remain still, but unable to. He clutched the sheets in his hands, hips rising off of the bed to meet Ian's hand. "Close. I can't."
"Want to feel you come," Ian murmured, his lips still over Hank's chest. "Feel you pulse in my hand."
"Fucker," Hank gasped, his eyes clenched tight as he came, hot and slippery into Ian's palm.
"So good," Ian whispered, lifting his fingers to lick them clean. Hank moaned at the sight. He decided to share and let Hank have the rest, slipping his fingers inside his sub's mouth.
Hank put his arms around Ian, drawing him close and pressing kisses against his lips and chin. "What do you want?"
Ian shuddered. "Your mouth, always want your mouth."
"Only way to shut me up." Hank grinned before flipping them both over. How odd, to look up at his sub like this. But then Hank crawled backwards, his head and shoulders framed between Ian's spread legs. Ian dug his fingers into Hank's soft hair, holding on as Hank worked his cock. In this area at least, Hank needed no additional training.
He'd just have to worry about the rest of Hank's behavior when they visited his mother today. She could be. . .particular.
Ian arched up into Hank's mouth, gasping at the hot suction. As for himself? He didn't have a single complaint.
***
Hank could tell Ian was nervous. He hadn't stopped talking about protocol and proper stance since they left the apartment. They'd walked, instead of taking a tram, and now they strolled through a tall brick archway, into a circular courtyard with stairs all along the perimeter. As Ian led the way towards the steps, he kept up the monolog, reminding Hank of the pose a sub should assume when meeting someone for the first time.
Finally, he'd had enough. Hank put a hand on Ian's shoulder, stopping him from going any farther. "Ian," he said softly. They stood underneath the shadow of a leafy tree, surrounded by the greenery of the courtyard. No one else could see them. "You know me. I can do my best, but you know I haven't had years of training."
Ian frowned, his entire body deflating a bit. "Mother is rather particular. I want you to be prepared for that."
Hank tried a smile. "Look, I'm not the best when it comes to meet the parents. You have to give me a break here."
"You did just fine with Father and my sister." Ian returned the smile briefly. "Mother is not as lenient."
Great. "All right. I'll be good," he promised. Well, as good as he ever could be. Hank never got the manual, so most times Ian was the only guidance he had. And Ian had proved himself trustworthy so far. He just didn't like anything that made Ian nervous. It made Hank nervous too.
"I know you will." Ian gave him a nod and then led the way up to the circular stairs to the apartment levels.
Hank took a deep breath and then followed.
They were met at the door by a sub, a tall woman with curves in all the right places, wearing one of those off-the-shoulder tunics in deep red, the hem barely below her rounded ass. She was a bit too beautiful for Hank's taste, her features too angular almost freakish in their perfection. He noted her collar - a deep chocolate brown - as a matter of course by now.
She bowed deeply at Ian and gestured that they should enter. Only then did the door shimmer closed behind them. "Please have a seat, mistress will be with you shortly."
"Thank you, Megan." Ian smiled at her. She didn't return it, merely nodded and moved further back into the apartment.
Hank looked around the sitting room. He found it almost stark compared to the warmth of Ian's rooms. The furniture was designed on right angles and squares instead of curves, the colors pale and cold. Ian didn't sit, instead he remained standing, arms crossed over his chest. So Hank stood as well, a bit behind as was proper, though he had to fight the urge to fidget.
"Ian." A woman, presumably Ian's mother, entered the sitting room. Hank could see some of Ian in her, her dark intense eyes, her straight nose and careful bearing. Her hair had turned silver and was trimmed short around her ears. She held herself like most of the guards, shoulders back and stiff, looking so incongruous with the long flowing skirt she wore.
"Mother." Ian bent and kissed her cheek. "May I present my sub, Henry?"
She patted Ian's arm, squeezing it gently before stepping away. "You should have presented him to me days ago."
"I know," Ian said. "I apologize."
"Have him present for inspection."
Ian turned to him, an apology in his eyes as he ordered Hank to present standing. Hank dropped into position, spreading his legs, locking his fingers behind his neck and keeping his eyes lowered. Ian's mother - Guard Elisa - circled him, making huffing noises under her breath.
"He's certainly pretty enough," she said, coming to stand next to Ian, still regarding Hank with intense eyes. "But hardly worth making a spectacle of yourself over."
Hank wondered if his own mother would have been so critical, maybe if she had lived to see him grow up. He barely remembered his parents now, they were just pictures in his memory, less real than the actual vids he had in his digital frames back at Ian's apartment.
"Mother," Ian said.
"Still, it's better than if you had brought home one of those red-bands you were always carrying on with."
Ian blushed, his cheeks nearly crimson. Hank bit his lip to keep from smiling, he'd never seen Ian blush before.
"You may go to the kitchens to help Megan serve," Elisa ordered him and motioned behind her.
Hank stepped to obey, nearly offering a salute. Damn, that woman had presence. He found the kitchen easily; glad to be out of her gaze for the moment. "I'm here to help," he said to Megan, who was arranging food on a tray.
She turned and gave him a smile. Now that he liked, it made her look more human instead of like a creepy doll. "Can you handle the pitcher and the glasses?"
"I think I can do that." Hank sniffed at the contents of the pitcher - tye as usual. He wondered if anyone drank anything else. Like coffee. He missed coffee more than he thought he would, second only to beer, which he had a craving for just last night. Maybe he could talk Ian into suggesting a drink trade with the UP.
"She's mostly harmless," Megan said, hefting the rather large tray with one hand. "Just be sure not to drop anything."
Well, crap. Hank took the tray with the goblets and the pitcher, and followed the girl back into the sitting room. Megan offered the platter to her mistress first before Ian, and then she placed it on the table in the center, kneeling at her mistress's side. Hank paused, who was he supposed to go to first, his master or the mistress of the house? He gave Ian a panicked look.
Ian's eyes flickered over to his mother and Hank moved quickly. He sloshed a little bit of the liquid, but managed not to spill anything on Guard Elisa. For once it was a relief to finally kneel beside Ian, his serving duties completed.
"You might want to send him for more training," Elisa said. "Might give him more. . . elegance in his movement."
"I'm not looking for elegance," Ian said.
Thanks a lot, Ian, Hank thought, keeping his words to himself. For once.
"Then what are you looking for, Ian?" Elisa sounded tired, as if they had been through this before. Hank wondered how many of Ian's subs had been presented to her. Had any of them met her high standards?
"Henry," Ian said. "Henry is everything I was looking for, but could not find in Harmony."
Hank looked up at him, startled out of his proper pose. Ian smiled at him and gave him a slight nod. He felt warmth rush into his face, to the tips of his ears.
"I blame your father." Elisa shook her head. "You were always looking for the impossible."
He didn't quite understand that comment, but from the angry look on Ian's face, he did. Hank wished he could jump in, say something to deflect the conversation, but he couldn't speak unless spoken to, or given permission by Ian. And he'd promised to follow the rules this time.
"It's not. . ." Ian began, his voice hard.
A screen flickered to life in front of them, the tele flashing with a message for 'Guard Ian and Sub Henry.' Henry perked up, wondering at being included.
"Go ahead," Ian told the screen, probably just as glad for the interruption as Hank.
The screen flickered to life, showing a sub Henry didn't know. "Guard Ian. Sub Henry. Please come to the queen's court as your earliest convenience," the sub said just before the screen blacked out.
"Pre-recorded," Ian explained, frowning at the summons. Hank understood that. He couldn't think of any reason the queen would need to see them, unless it had to do with the base or the UP.
"Trouble?" Elisa asked, her face grim.
"I don't know," Ian frowned. "We need to go."
"Megan, summon a tram for them. It'll be quicker this way," Elisa explained as the sub scampered to obey.
"Thank you," Ian said, still holding himself stiffly.
Elisa touched his cheek gently, looking sad herself. "You've never been one to settle," she said. "I want the best for you. You know that?"
"I do. But mother, you'll just have to trust me, about Henry."
"I suppose I must."
***
"So was it me, or any sub you brought home in general?"
Ian sighed at Hank's words. At least he'd waited till they boarded the tram to speak. He combed his fingers through Hank's hair, soothed by the repetitive motion. "I've always been picky," he explained. "No sub she brought to my attention was ever good enough. I resorted to spending time with red bands. . ."
"Itch to scratch, I gotcha."
"And then I find you." Ian sat back, watching the palace come into view through the opposite window. "I've never felt strongly enough about a sub to stake a claim."
"So what you did at the Choosing was a fucking big deal." Hank put his hand on Ian's knee. "I didn't realize. . ."
Ian shook his head. "You didn't know. You were dropped into our world with hardly any explanation. I knew I had to act fast or you would be gone."
Hank didn't answer at first and Ian wondered if Hank would have preferred that Ian not said anything at all. Then he'd be back on his ship heading for wherever they were going next.
"I didn't appreciate it at the time," Hank finally said. "I thought you were just being an asshole."
Ian laughed so hard he nearly fell off his seat. And that's when they docked, the tram's doors opening to a lovely terrace with marble pillars and carefully cut greenery. He stifled his laughter as best he could, reminding himself that the queen had summoned him and Hank. What did she want of them?
One of the queen's pages, a boy without a collar, greeted them as they stepped off of the tram onto the slick marble. "Welcome. The queen is expecting you."
"Hey kid." Hank grinned at the boy. He must have had more contact with the page than Ian, from his time as a prisoner in the palace. "Do you know why?"
The boy smiled back and shook his head. "Just that I'm to lead you to where she is holding court. Come."
Ian had never been to court. He never hoped to rank so high as to be in on one of the law making sessions. The best he could have reached for was a promotion to the Queen's Guard. But his entire life he'd been a street guard, nothing more.
They stepped inside the palace, through a set of iron and glass doors, into one of the many receiving rooms. The queen would be in her great hall, he guessed, although Ian would have preferred one of these tiny rooms. It wasn't empty, a dom and his sub waited for them near the door.
"Major Tappen," the dom said.
Ian blinked, surprised at hearing a dom address Henry in such a way. He spoke before his sub. "Excuse me?"
The other man looked embarrassed and his sub closed her eyes, a bright pink blush spreading over her cheeks. "Pardon me," he said, attempting to fix his mistake. "We're the team from the UP. Lieutenant Hodge," he pointed to himself and then gestured to his girl. "Captain Kristen Bell."
"Now that's interesting," Hank murmured. "Are you the reason the queen summoned us?"
"Not quite," the girl answered. Sub Kristen. Ian really wished her dom had addressed them both properly. "We just wanted to introduce ourselves. We're still working on fitting in here."
"What happened with Ackles?" Hank asked.
"He's been sent on another mission," Hodge shrugged. "They need him."
"So they just kinda threw you guys in here?" Hank's smile looked more mischievous than usual. "I might be able to give you a pointer or two."
Ian coughed. "I believe we have an appointment with the queen?"
"Of course."
***
The queen sat on a throne, her sub kneeling at her feet, just as she had when she'd sentenced Hank and Karl to be taken and trained. Hank swallowed, his good mood from speaking with Hodge and Bell all but vanished at that sight. No matter how good things were with Ian now, Hank knew here he was seen as property. Highly valued, apparently, but still property. He didn't think she'd take him from Ian, but Hank didn't know that.
There were others in the room, more doms and subs, guards at every entrance. Hank wondered who exactly made up the 'court' and what the hell they did. He looked around for familiar faces, but didn't recognize anyone here, other than Colin and the queen's kids who stood with her on the little stage.
Colin ran up to the queen, bowed and announced them. The queen trained her gaze their way and Hank never felt so much like an ant. And he'd been worried about Ian's mom?
"Come forward, Guard Ian, Sub Henry," she said. The crowd quieted. "Thank you for coming at such short notice. We needed to ask a favor and it could not wait any longer."
Ian bowed and answered. "Of course, mistress."
Hank tried to remember the proper pose, but his mind went blank. He fell into standing presentation, figuring it couldn't exactly hurt.
"Both of you were intimately involved with our difficulties in the former Pasdar district," she began. "I am sending my daughter, the princess Alona, to heal the district. She is putting together her court of advisors. I wish for you both to be part of that court."
Hank looked at Ian, excitement pooling in his belly. This would be an incredible mission, cleaning up the mess that bastard of a duke had left behind.
"Mistress," Ian finally spoke, and Hank had no idea what he would say. "Why have you chosen us?" And that was a good question. There were plenty of other guards who had been on that mission. What made them special?
"Many reasons, Guard, but the most compelling is because of your unusual pairing. Sub Henry is not from Harmony. He would provide insights we have not considered before."
Then the princess stepped forward. "I share my mother's opinion on this. So much is at stake, so many subs have been hurt. I think you both have much to contribute. And I value the experience you have already had."
"I need a few moments to speak with Sub Henry."
The queen nodded. "You may use the alcove room."
Hank followed Ian, wondering what was going through his head. They moved into a tiny room off to the side of the main hall. He closed the curtain behind them and turned. "Tell me you're going to say yes?"
"Was that a question?"
Hank rolled his eyes. "I think we should do it."
Ian frowned. "Are you saying that because you truly wish to help or because you're bored?"
He didn't want Ian to think he hated all of their time together. Honestly, Hank hadn't been bored, he'd been far too busy with Ian. He only feared what would happen when Ian went back to the guard. "I do want to help," and he did. He remembered Karl, how devastated and lost his friend had been, a former slave caught up in a society that had triggered all of his pain. The subs in Pasdar weren't that different. "And I think it's something we can do together. I mean, I'll still be your sub, but, it'll matter."
Ian cupped his palms around Hank's face and drew him in for a kiss. "If you truly want to, I will agree then."
Hank had a sudden thought. "What about you?" he asked. "If you don't want to?"
"Hank," Ian smiled, using his nickname for a change. "You're right, it's a good situation for us. And I remember Pasdar. I will do anything I can to help."
And that made everything okay. "Well, then," Hank grinned. "Let's give 'em hell."
"I think I'd better do the accepting."
Spoilsport.
end