by Lara Yokoshima

Chapter 9. The Man and The Bastit

Italics describe thoughts.
Text between // describes flashback.

Sitting on a comfortable neo-Renaissance chair, a young man in an expensive tailored suit leaned over the brilliant mahogany desk, giving a tentative sip to a Colombian cup of coffee. The fragrance of the coffee delicately floated to his nostrils, as he tasted the strong and sumptuous flavor. His olive eyes reflected on the surface of the black liquid while he briefly mused of his present position.

Several weeks had gone by since he joined forces with the mythological Silver Bastit. It felt strange, to be in association with a Quimaera, but even stranger was that a Bastit so pure had accepted him. However, it all was for the good of his company and his ambitious attitude at last was being satisfied. He took another sip of coffee, trying to recall the first time he had been interviewed by the Silver Bastit, a nickname that suited perfectly the most pure and extraordinary Quimaera that he had ever seen.

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"The master is ready to see you now, Mr. Sanders," a smooth male voice said behind him. Galen recognized it belonged to the young blond, blue-eyed Bastit who had escorted him at his arrival. Galen made a small bow with his head and raised from the black leather sofa where he had been waiting. He was dressed in his most elegant charcoal suit, the one that he always used like a good luck charm.

Both man and Quimaera walked slowly to a short hallway which brought them to a double arched door. With a reverence, the Bastit opened the doors before Galen, allowing him access into the chamber of his Master. Sanders took a doubtful step in. The fact that finally he was about to meet that famous Quimaera, the one that he heard his own pets talk about, excited him in a strange way. Once inside, he noticed how the Bastit servant closed the door with a soft click, leaving him alone in the large and luxurious room.

Darkness surrounded Galen, but a weak light glimmered over the objects. His human eyes could not easily see what was inside. He did not know where to go, so he cleared his throat, announcing his presence.

"Galen Sanders... what an interesting name for a human."

Galen looked toward the source of the voice, his eyes had an inquiring look.

Then he saw him.

Seated on infinity of red cushions, the Quimaera was barely visible to his poor eyesight. He began to approach in a slow and unsure manner. He could make out the form of a head with fine feline ears, then the most beautiful face than he had ever seen in a Bastit. A single, golden eye observed his movements, since a large lock of silver hair covered the other. The Quimaera smiled, showing the unmistakable white fangs of a merciless feline.

His delicate silver mane fell over the surface of the cushions where his body laid in perfect display. Unfortunately a brilliant layer of white silk covered it; Galen could not know what was below the neck of the Bastit. Only a fluffy white tail moved like a cobra under a spell.

"Yes. Galen Sanders is my name and I have come to finish the negotiations we previously started, mister…?" He stopped, expecting that the Bastit would say his name. He never had signed his mail, and Galen had no idea what to call him.

The Bastit said nothing. He just kept staring at him with that golden eye, and suddenly smiled again.

"You are waiting for me to tell you my name, human? ", said the Bastit after a few seconds of silence. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. But who needs a name when everyone recognizes me as the most perfect Bastit than has ever been created by a human?" He began to laugh after finishing the sentence, but the Quimaera's answer puzzled Galen.

The Bastit calmed down again and with a serious face he spoke. “You may call me the same my followers do."

"Silver Bastit?"

The Bastit nodded. His endless arrogance began to bother Galen, whose pride was also great. It's better to let him speak, he thought. This is the best alliance I can do in these difficult times, and I don't want to waste this chance.

"Well… I expect to get all your support, Mr. Sanders, to finance my projects. In the same way, you will receive endless profits, you can be sure of it. It is a promise…" the Silver Bastit said in an intimate voice.

Galen nodded. He was getting unconfortable of standing all the time, when the pure Quimaera offered him a seat. Galen nodded again, but did not see any chair or anything to sit on. He turned to see the Bastit, who now had a more than friendly smile on his lips.

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“Mr. Sanders?”

“Hm?”, mumbled Galen, looking at the blond Bastit who called him a second time.

“The master desires to see you at once”, said the feline of tangerine eyes.

He desires to see me?, Galen repeated those words in his mind, giving certain emphasis in the word ‘desire’. He seemed to know what the Bastit next to him meant. Galen rose leaving behind his half finished cup of coffee, and without need of the young Bastit escorting him, began to walk to the Silver Bastit's room. He had gone there already so many times that was evident he knew the way by heart.

He opened the door and entered without further warning. It no longer was necessary. He removed his gray coat and threw it unconsciously on the floor, approaching the altar where the perfect silver Quimaera was, wearing the same white cape, just leaving his right leg visible and his white tail set high.

“Here you have me”, Galen said, looking at the only visible eye of the Bastit, who smiled smoothly.

“I expect to hear your news, partner”, said the Bastit with a sarcastic voice.

Galen breathed deeply, arranging his ideas, and began to give his report. “Seems the Sekmit clan you sent me to investigate is getting to close to some secret information, my master. Especially a Sekmit by the name of Isha. Now I am going to give you the detailed report of…”

“Stop!”, the pure Bastit interrupted his human partner. Galen stared at him, the Bastit showed that lustful smile that made Galen shiver. “Stop talking so respectfully to me. You know I hate that.”

Galen started to feel uncomfortable, he tried again. “Now I am going to give you the detailed data of the advances of those Sekmit. First…”

“Stop!”

“Now what?”, Galen was at the edge of despair.

“Forget about the details, and all this useless methodology to report me of a simple fact”, corrected the Bastit. Galen could no longer stand his attitude, a Quimaera giving him orders? Nevertheless, he should be patient if he wanted to obtain all the power promised by this creature.

“The leader of the clan, Isha, finally found the existence of Irvin Mason. I cannot explain how he got it, but he is dangerously approaching to certain classified information”.

“Excellent”, said the Bastit and laughed a little.

“E-excuse me?”, Galen questioned, failing to understand the reaction of the feline.

“Let's make things easier for our cherished leader Isha. Send a messenger, and tell him the exact location of the good doctor. I am sure that will be a great help for the Sekmit”, he ordered Galen, who assented showing confusion on his face.

The Bastit noticed this, and softened his look to Galen. “You are not going to give a snide retort this time?”, he asked, recalling the previous times when his ‘associate’ would object each one of the Bastit's decisions with his arrogant attitude. Galen averted his eyes, trying not to show his anger, knowing that nobody could face the Silver Bastit.

“You are a fast learner, Galen…”, he said, while beckoning the human to his side. Galen got closer; the white feline opened the layer of silk, showing a very revealing white leather, rings and lycra strings suit. “…You are a good associate”.

“I know, my master”, answered Galen swallowing his pride. Finally he was over the cushions, and the Bastit hauled Galen by his golden tie, bringing both faces close. Galen gave him free access to his mouth, allowing the Bastit to kiss him without any remorse and moaning in pleasure. The silver feline broke the kiss, and with his tongue licked Galen's lower lip.

“Undress”, ordered the Quimaera.

Galen removed his tie and unbuttoned the black shirt, revealing a fine, chiseled chest. Immediately he unbuttoned his trousers, kicking his shoes away at same time, leaving on just thin black briefs. Slowly he slid the garment down, standing completely naked before the Silver Bastit, who watched approvingly the man's well sculpted body.

The feline pulled Galen over his body, feeling how his organ began to harden and softly rubbed against the bikini lycra the cat was wearing. Then he began to lick the neck of Galen with his rugged, feline tongue, making the man raise a little his head.

The Bastit pressed the back of Galen with his claws, extracting a moan from him, as Galen turned his face to kiss the feline passionately. Their tongues danced, while Galen began to move his hips as if he was trying to penetrate the Bastit through the fabric.

“Don't rush it…”, whispered the feline to the other man.

Then the Silver Bastit moved to Galen's side and slowly removed the piece of lycra that oppressed his red erection, freeing it. The Bastit brought the hand of Galen to his mouth and looking at him, dampening the palm with wet strokes of his tongue. Then he directed it downward, surrounding his hot member, and began to rub it slightly. The Quimaera freed a prolonged moan, closing his eyes, concentrating on that strong hand manipulating his organ, while Galen's mouth wandered of to the Bastit's chest, stopping on one pink nipple and licking it with insistence.

“Aaah… yes… like this…”, the Bastit gasped each word, prompting the other man to keep stroking him. Galen applied more pressure over the organ, rubbing the iron hard shaft faster while he kept licking and nibbling the chest of the Bastit.

The movements began to slow down, until they stopped completely, and then the perfect feline rolled them mover so he was now on top of Galen’s stomach, to then start a descending trail of licks from Galen's head, neck, chest, flat stomach…reaching the most sensitive part of Galen's body making him release a long gasp when the Bastit licked his hard member from the base to the tip. He then placed his lips gently on the head of the organ, and little by little began to descend; Galen moaned deeply closing his eyes tightly.

The Bastit moved his head slowly, wetting the erect shaft. Galen breathed heavily trying to control the need to come inside the mouth of the pure feline. The Silver Bastit in the meantime, with his own fingers, began to massage his own entrance, introducing first a finger and then another, expertly massaging and relaxing his puckered ring for the penetration.

After a few moments, the Silver Bastit stopped completely.

Using Galen's shoulders for support, who was still enjoying the sensation of humidity over his swollen member, the feline placed the hard organ against his entrance, staring directly into Galen's half lidded eyes he whispered. “Enjoy…”

In one sure move, the Bastit let his weight fall on Galen's cock. Arching his back, the feline let out a strangled moan as his tunnel was filled little by little by that long, swollen shaft. Galen groaned, feeling that tight entrance around his manhood one more time. Almost immediately the rhythmic movements of the Bastit began to stimulate him beyond a simple carnal pleasure, the feline moaned in pure ecstasy while his claws sought for the strong chest of the other man. Galen closed his eyes again, trying to recall how many times he had done this, almost following the same pattern every night. But he could not avoid the thought that this pleased him. Perhaps a bit too much.

Galen took each one of the Bastit's butt cheeks with his hands, raising his hips to get in rhythm with the movements of the perfect feline. The Bastit moaned louder, almost shouting. Dirty words could be heard leaving the mouth of that refined Quimaera. It's incredible, Galen thought, how such a perfect thing can become as wild as any beast.

“Hmm… yes!!”, shouted the Silver Bastit, moving faster, and taking the long member of the human deep inside. Galen was moaning loud too, but suddenly he felt a claw tearing his chest and gave a surprised cry. The feline laughed, looking at the new injury of which began to sprout a trickle of blood. He lowered his face over Galen's chest, and began to lap clean the blood, and then he lustfully licked his full lips and showed that smile that Galen feared.

“Delicious”, was the only remark that the silver feline said, and continued with his frantic movements over the young man; moaning, almost shouting uncontrollably, the feline was literally mounting Galen, who allowed the Bastit to do all the work. The Bastit was masturbating himself with his right hand, almost compulsively, giving a savage cry when his orgasm was freed and his hot seed flew in long streams over Galen's chest.

A few seconds later Galen was ready to climax, when the feline quickly separated of him. Using his mouth again to stimulate Galen's hardened member, he stung the slit of the penis head with his tongue, until the man launched a short moan to surrender to a prolonged orgasm. The creamy liquid fell directly in the mouth of the Bastit, a few drops on Galen’s abdomen, mixing with those of the feline. Their combined smell was exotic, and Galen took a long shuddering breathe before the last drop of his semen was suck of the tip of his member.

Then the room was quiet and the only sound that could be heard was their agitated breaths.

Galen remained motionless; the Silver Bastit reclined for a moment at his side to catch his breath. It’s always been like this. The feline then rose from the bed without saying a word, walking towards his private bathroom. The same fucking way. Galen sat down on the cushions, seeking his clothes that were spread over the floor. He never lets me come inside… why? Am I not good enough for him? What class of an idiot does he think I am…?'

Interrupting his thoughts, Galen took out the hankerchief that he always brought in his pants, cleaning his body of the remains of the agitated expulsion from the Silver Bastit. He began to dress slowly, until he was presentable again. He brushed a hand over his tousled short brown hair trying to fix it without much success, and moments later he was walking towards the exit. He knew exactly that to do and did not need the Silver Bastit to say he had to leave.

Disappearing by the door, Galen gave a soft sigh, recovering his business demeanor and getting ready to execute the orders that the Bastit had instructed him. To facilitate the leader of Pakhet an encounter with Dr. Mason.