Retribution
really knows?”
    “Fritz had no clue?”
    “Not that I know of. I should contact him again. He said he would get with Davidson to find out what happened. Is your sister off-ship?”
    “For now. We’re plotted in for Seid II. It should be a few hours. Then this can be over, and life can get back on track.”
    Kain went to Rave and wrapped his arms around him. “What about you and me?”
    Rave leaned into him. “I’m not sure.”
    Not what Kain wanted to hear.
    “What can I do to convince you there is an ‘us’?”
    “There isn’t anything you can do. I have to trust you again. That will take time. I’m willing to give us the time we need. Are you?”
    “Time is all I have. I’ve already resigned my commission on completion of this mission. You should do the same.”
    “They really did it, didn’t they?”
    “Yep, they fucked us both and not in the happy go lucky way.”
    “I was a dedicated officer. I would have done anything for them. How could they do this to me? To you?”
    “We’re collateral damage. The Alliance only care about the good of the Alliance and will do what they feel they have to. Damn the cost.”
    “What about the Royalists? What do they have to gain?”
    “If they blow up that planet, they will show the universe the Alliance is losing strength. It will give them an in with people and allow them to slowly overthrow the current administration.”
    “I’m having a hard time picking a bad guy in this situation.”
    “Me, too. That’s why I want to get lost in the universe and away from their influence.”
    “We can’t just hand over a planet killer to anyone. We have to destroy it.”
    “If we do that, the Alliance will kill us.”
    “Not if we have proof of what they did to us. If we go public with that, the Royalists will have more ammo against them.”
    “We don’t have proof. Not really. Only our word.”
    “There has to be a way to get what we need. Someone we can talk to.”
    “It won’t be Fritz. I think he might have been behind the whole thing.”
    “Is there someone over Fritz we could talk to?”
    “He has the ear of the panel. We could feel them out and see if they knew of your fake court-martial. There must be paper on that somewhere. I wish there was something my dad could do, but I haven’t been in contact with him since everything went down. I was kept out of contact from everyone. ”
    Kain didn’t want to talk any more. He wanted to play. Rave’s neck looked good, and the man smelled heavenly. A small taste wouldn’t hurt. He licked the spot where Rave’s neck connected with his shoulder, nibbled a little then scraped his teeth over the spot.
    “I take it we’re done talking?” Rave managed to get out.
    “We have time to talk, but two years to make up for. I missed this. I missed you.”
    “I went through hell, Kain . All I wanted was you. I didn’t understand.”
    “Let me make it up to you.”
    Rave turned in Kain’s arms and took his mouth like a starving man. Kain liked Rave’s new take-charge attitude.
    “I want your ass. I need inside you,” Rave groaned.
    Kain moaned. In all their years together, Rave had never wanted to possess him in that way. He shivered in excitement, but wondered at the change.
    “It’s yours. I-I’ve never—”
    “ Shh …I’ll take it slow.”
    Kain let Rave lead him. His cock throbbed as he hit the bed. He scrambled back, losing his clothes as he went. Kain licked his lips, hungry for Rave.

Chapter Ten
     
     
     
    Rave paused by the bed to watch Kain take his own dick in hand. He almost lost it when the man’s tongue peeked out. The pull to make Kain his again nearly overwhelmed him. He had to get himself under control.
    “Why are you still standing there? Second thoughts?” Kain sounded unsure of himself.
    Rave shook his head, shucked his clothes and joined Kain on the bed.
    “I think the time for second thoughts is over. I’m willing to be in this if you are, but you have to trust me. Hell, we

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