Through Neon Eyes: Control by Michael Barnette

Alternative Lifestyles, Futuristic, GLBT, Mystery/Suspense, Science Fiction, Yaoi/Manga

THROUGH NEON EYES - BOOK FOUR - PROMISE PART 2
Michael Barnette
Rated this issue: The Iron Maiden
Rated for series: The Iron Maiden
Length: Bedtime Story
Price: 3.99
SKU: 1-60180-026-6

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Jessman heard the broken dialect of the street flowing from the beautiful man’s lips and couldn’t help but stare. David realized for the first time he’d never heard a trace of the Freezoner accent in his lover’s speech. Or more precisely, he hadn’t heard it until Bells’ confrontation with the other zonewarrior in the hallway earlier that night.

Remembering that encounter made Jessman shiver with terror.

Bells let him go instantly, as if reading his mind. "Shhh... it’s okay, David."

And there it was again, the transformation in Bells’ manner of speaking leaving Jessman stunned. The accent came and went with startling ease, the swift here and gone trying to tell the researcher something about his lover’s past.

A professional, his gunwhore, this beautiful boy who was really a man. His Bells-- and yes, he found that he was beginning to consider that the gunwhore as his property, even though he knew he had no claim on the smaller man. None. Especially since looking at their relationship, if either of them could be called property, it would be him. Bells was his master, and the blond had complete control over him.

Which was just fine, as far as the researcher was concerned.

"You all right?" Bells asked him in his too-sexy voice. Jessman nodded, amazed at how readily Bells seemed able to fit into any situation, like some cyberenhanced chameleon.

He’d presented an image of dangerous beauty when he’d first arrived in Jessman’s apartment, and David had initially thought he was just a corpborn kid trained to act the part of a zoner.

He’d been wrong, of course. His lover wasn’t just a corp-trained gunwhore. He was a genuine zoner, a warrior off the kill or be killed streets of the Liberty City Freezone.
Someone who’d come to kill him had died right outside his door, murdered by the deceptively beautiful killer in his bed.

He reached up and caressed the younger man’s face, stared into the cobalt flame of a gaze no more natural than the boy’s too-perfect beauty.

"Yeah, thanks to you."

"Ain’t nothin’ but my job," the blond replied, lapsing back into zonespeak.

"Well, to me it is," Jessman said as he lifted his head to kiss Bells.

So long as he was with him, Jessman knew he would be safe.

Thoughts of keeping Bells there, getting him admitted to the enclave as a permanent resident, having him made his legal companion, crossed Jessman’s mind.

But something like that wasn’t easy to accomplish.

And it took a great deal of money. More than David was likely to see in a few years’ time, even if the project he was working on succeeded.

His thoughts drifted, a pleasant daydream forming that had him in a position to afford such an expense. He could picture Bells with him. The perfect gunwhore companion to a corporate research executive, able to speak like the most cultured of enclave-trained escorts. He’d be equally at home if they ventured out of the corporate world, able to make the gutter rats of the Zone understand him, should David ever decide to play the risky game of going into the Free for a night of dangerous fun.

It wasn’t the sort of fun Jessman would actually want to partake of. No, he’d had his one taste of that, and it had terrified him.

"You sure you ‘kay, Jessman?"

The researcher put his arms around Bells’ neck, smiled up at the gunwhore, nodded. "I’m okay. I was just thinking about... what happened earlier."

"Stone?"

Jessman nodded again and found himself watching the blond’s mouth. Like the rest of him, it was alluring, sexy. He pulled and instead of the blond coming down to him, he found his own pull lifting his torso off the bed, the slender man steady as steel as he knelt over Jessman. Their lips touched. David’s cock, already hard, twitched as the blond shifted his position slightly, setting off the bells in his hair. Jessman moaned in reaction and felt his paid lover smile, amused. Balanced on one hand and his knees, he felt the blond grip his erection and give it a few slow, teasing strokes.

He groaned, hips thrusting against the hand gripping his dick.

"You sure you’re all right, then?" Bells asked as he nuzzled Jessman’s ear, then took the lobe between his teeth and bit down very gently.

Addictions have their drawbacks, and David Jessman would be the first person to admit he's addicted to the passions he's only felt in the arms of one man: Bells, the LC Zone gunwhore and deadly zonewarrior.

Having gotten so wrapped up in his personal life that he forgets to do anything but daydream about a certain blond gunwhore, David Jessman finds himself in serious trouble with his boss. Trouble that Bells promises to make right -- somehow.

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