Warriors from another planet

Esyr pt 1 - Chapter 33

Hi beauf peop

I'm back with another chapter :D

Warning!: swearing, violence, abuse, lack of consent, angst, drug, kink?

Enjoy!

"Stop," Marco breathed out as he felt electric waves through his body all starting from the places Dejal touched him.

"I have to look at your wound," Dejal said and lifted the skirt up to the point he could see the bloody wound.

None of them knew they were being watched by Shiv and a few others.

Shiv had told himself to stay and watch but when he saw Dejal's hand so close to Marco's crotch he didn't give a shit and walked in. Marco had even told Dejal to stop but he kept going.

"And you are saying we can't touch him in any sexual way," Shiv growled and slammed his fist down on a table before stepping up close to them. "What the fuck are you doing then!? He clearly told you to stop!"

"I have to treat his wound," Dejal said and gritted his teeth. "Maybe you should mind your own business and get yourself healed."

Shiv placed a strong and rough hand down next to Marco's head.

"So, you won over me, little treasure? Let's have a match again sometime, hm? A little game, huh?" Shiv said and placed his other hand on Marco's thigh, pressing down right on the wound, making Marco cry out in pain.

"Hey!" Dejal said and pushed Shiv away. "Didn't we agree on not hurting Marco!?"

"Not as much as my other students, true," Shiv said and turned to walk away, "but I can still hurt him."

Shiv walked out of the room, leaving Dejal and Marco alone again...

"What are you looking at!?" Dejal yelled to the ones that still watched. They all fled, finally leaving Dejal and Marco alone.

"Shiv is a bad loser," Dejal said as he shook his head gently from side to side. "He hates losing."

Dejal healed Marco the best he could and lastly smeared the cream on him that would take the pain and scar.

After the treatment, Marco felt exhausted. Dejal could easily see it on him too. Marco was happy it was evening. It had been a long and weird day. It would be perfect for a good night of sleep.

Their eyes met and they couldn't help but stare, unable to look away.

After what seemed too long Dejal's eyes trailed down Marco's body and then up again to stop at his lips. He had missed Marco so much without knowing it.

Dejal was surprised when Marco leaned closer and connected their lips. It was just one enthusiastic kiss before Marco pulled away again.

Dejal's breathing quickly became heavy.

"Marco..." Dejal said slowly. "Not here. We can't. We are not allowed to."

"What stopped us last time from kissing?" Marco said and tried to find Dejal's eyes, but they looked in every other direction they could.

"You need some sleep," Dejal said. "It's been a long day and... a new day awaits."

He helped Marco down to the floor and turned to walk.

Marco hissed quietly when a sting of pain shot through the gone wound when he took a step.

He was about to lose balance but quickly regained it before Dejal saw it.