Kochei, born Kochyeva Ilyavich Moskva let the sens rush over his skin. Yeah, he was a battle servant, a very good one, five assassinations to his name, and countless kills over that. In this place, though, he let the gold reflectors in his eyes shine and smiled down at the little human grinding against his crotch.
"You want?" He grabbed her jaw in his inhumanly strong hand.
"Yeah," fear sweat, lust and cheap perfume would have any other servant cringing back in horror. Kochei smiled. He ran his thumb over her cheek and scented the terror rise from her as she realized this one wasn't kidding.
"Here," he slipped one razor sharp nail over her cheek and tasted the sweet tang of blood on the air. The hamir behind the bar yelped and vanished. He didn't care. The heavy livemarble rocked beneath the woman's weight as he pinned her against the bar. Fear overwhelmed everything but the blood, sharp and intoxicating.
"Not here." That pissant so called battle master Mian tapped his shoulder. Kochei just looked at him, not even bothering to sneer, although he knew the fool could see his teeth anyways, as sharp and hard as the diamond they'd been made from.
"I'll do what I please." Kochei growled, letting the harmonics in his voice ring. Mian shrank back. "Go back to your coppers." The least of the battle servants, and the only thing a near scrapped battle master could control. "If you can remember where you left em." For any normal battle master never forgot, nor forgave. Mian was a fool. The scent of a frightened master was even more seductive than the woman he still held. Kochei opened his mouth further, letting it wash over him and rousing him even more.
Mian inhaled, flushed, then turned for the door. In the crush of people, he didn't make it far. Kochei dropped the woman and grabbed Mian. Fragile, nearly human skin teased at his fingertips.
Trembling all over, Mian didn't struggle. Kochei was disappointed. "You going to piss your pants like your pets?" He spoke in Mian's ear, not that he needed to, even with the crashing distortion of the sens in the room. He knew Mian understood, even if he was stupid.
"They're not pets." Mian's voice cracked. Kochei laughed. The little fool's voice hadn't even settled yet.
"What're you doing here?" Kochei put his arms around Mian, as if they were dancing. In the press, it didn't matter the only thing Kochei was doing was ramming his hard dick up against Mian's ass.
"Anatoly sent me to find you."
Kochei threw Mian to the floor. "Fuck you!"
"You almost did." Mian came back up at him with almost the speed of a crippled slug. It was impressive, in a perverse sort of way.
"I fuck who I want." He grabbed Mian's arm and dragged him outside. "What does he want?" Kochei knew it couldn't be that battle master Anatoly had any problems with Kochei's fun.
"I'm just his messenger boy, since no battle servant would go into that pit."
"Its fun." Kochei smiled, still vibrating to the touch and sound of the sens. "Should try it some time."
"I don't think so." Mian flicked his thumb against his teeth.
"I can take you right here." Kochei slammed Mian against the wall.
"I'm underage."
"Then how'd you get in there." Kochei tipped his chin toward the recessed door.
"Because I said I was after you." Mian snorted, his pale lashes fluttering like a girl's, or a human's.
"You're twenty-two." Kochei looked Mian up and down. "Can you even get it up?"
"You creature." The word Mian used really meant created.
"I am." Kochei didn't know why he did nothing more to the little battle master. It wasn't like Mian could do anything to Kochei. He was anyone's meat at the labs. Often enough literally. "You think that's an insult?"
Mian trembled all over. His big blue eyes were nearly black with terror. Kochei smiled and ran one fingernail up the crotch of his pants. "Old enough for some things, I see." He slipped his finger along the length of Mian's rock hard shaft. "Oh, you feel good." Kochei crooned, as only a servant could do, as high and sweet as any little girl. "I know what Ilya was like, you little prick, and you don't even come close."
His eyes seemed to slip closed of their own accord as Kochei fondled him. A low chuckle rumbled in Kochei's throat. "I don't want to." Mian's eyes snapped open and he met Kochei's gaze, as boldly as any whore, which he sure resembled at the moment.
"No, you wouldn't." Kochei felt the first stirring of respect for this little master. It took balls to stare down a battle servant with his hand on your dick. "What does he want?" Although Kochei was having fun too. He slipped the skin down Mian's shaft and brushed the head of his cock.
"Stop that." Mian growled.
Kochei laughed, amused as he hadn't been in decades, not since Ilya's preserved corpse had been shown to everyone in Russia as a zombie. Oh, Kochei knew quite well the price they'd all paid to be rid of the little baby fucker. "Why?" He smiled, then licked Mian's lips open. The little prick sure didn't resist the instant their tongues met. As a matter of fact he moaned and slicked Kochei's hand even more.
"Stop it." Mian squirmed.
Kochei chuckled. "You don't like an audience?" He glanced over at the humans who'd come out to watch the sex show. Not like they couldn't have stayed in the bar. By this time half the whores'd be well on their way to rich.
"I'm underage." Mian reminded him.
"So?" Kochei smiled, showing his teeth again. The humans whispered amongst themselves and shrank back. "Its all illegal or mandatory."
"Your disobedience to Anatoly's ..."
"Damn you," Kochei snarled and relented. Mian's head cracked against the wall, but not hard enough to really hurt him. Oh, yeah, it'd have killed a human. But battle masters were harder to kill.
"Too late." Mian picked himself up off the ground, jammed his dick back in his pants and tried to pull them back together. Kochei couldn't help but wince at the rough handling. "Like you fucking care."
Kochei's ears buried themselves in his hair. He knew too well what it was like to be fucked against his will. Ilya'd done it to him, at six.
Mian tried to get his pulse to stop racing, or at least slow to something reasonable. He knew he was young. Why hadn't he believed Kochyeva was insane? Well, not insane, yes insane. He shook his head, trying to think straight.
Kochei took off back for the University.
"Are you going to walk the whole way?" It was three in the morning.
"Why not?" Kochyeva flicked an ear back at him.
"Because you ruined my pants." Mian tried to hold them up with one hand and keep up with Kochyeva at the same time. It wasn't working well.
"Then take them off." Kochyeva snorted, sounding like a cat who'd gotten some dust up their nose. The gold battle servant glanced back at him. "As you reminded me, we don't fall under the law here."
"Its cold out, Kochyeva."
"Call me Kochei." For the briefest instant, his ears came forward and Mian saw him glance down. "Not bad, either."
"Shut the fuck up." Mian snarled, sick of this servant's attitude.
"Make me."
"You sound like a child ... or a battle servant."
Kochyeva's massive jaw clenched and his eyes blazed. If Mian'd been any less pissed off, he'd have never said any such thing.
"Some of us like children." Kochyeva purred.
"Yeah, like old mad Ilya."
"How the fuck do you know?" Again the slam back into the wall. Good thing all later battle masters had reinforced bones. Mian didn't know how Anatoly survived. He'd been the first true battle master, not a modified human, like Ilya.
"I'm not stupid." He looked Kochyeva up and down. Admittedly, he was damn good looking, even for a battle servant. Black hair, amber gold eyes, even under their metallic reflectors, and perfectly clear, pale skin, like all servants. No, he was not hard on the eyes. But then Mian was used to hominid beauty. Ilya'd never made an ugly servant, nor had any of his numerous successors.
"And you're implying I am." Kochyeva gave him the sort of smile a doting babushka would give her charge.
