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    cities.
    I d never see so much grass or so many plants in my life. We passed a
    park where Algonquan handlers exercised their human charges. The humans
    all looked happy.
    Like Mark and I felt.
    I never saw Terrans look this happy, either in the military or out of it.
    It took us about fifteen minutes to get home, and I got my first look at
    the front of our home.
    Our home.
    It was as beautiful as the rest of the city. We had a gated driveway, and
    our front yard was even larger than the back. I d never seen past the ten-
    foot-tall privacy fence that hid us from the rest of the world. Lots of large,
    beautiful shade trees, lush grass.
    I longed to be back there.
    At home, Master insisted on helping me out of the vehicle and made me
    hold on to his arm all the way inside. I nearly cried with relief when I
    walked through that front door for, technically, the first time. Well, the first
    time I actually walked through it and was conscious when I did so.
    We headed straight for Master s bed. He helped me climb in and waited
    for me to get comfortable before he undressed and got in. Mark climbed in
    on my other side.
    I d willingly kill for the look of love in Master s eyes. I didn t flinch
    when he stroked my cheek.
     Love Kal, he said.  Dolmo.
    I nodded.  I know. I reached up to his face and stroked his cheek. I
    didn t know if I was breeching protocol or not. I didn t care. I brushed my
    finger against his lips, and he smiled, opened, and sucked my finger in,
    swirling his wonderful tongue around it.
    Aaannnd there went my cock. Okay, so that s all it took to get it hard
    Acquainted with the Night 95
    again. Cool.
    Mark laughed.  You re a smart fucker, and dammit, I love you. He
    kissed the back of my neck.
     I love you, too, I said, not taking my eyes from Master. He continued
    to tease me, noting my cock s reaction to the delicious sensation.
    He sat up and carefully moved down the bed, positioning himself so he
    lay between my legs. He kissed my cock, then wickedly grinned, and out
    went his tongue.
    I closed my eyes and moaned as Mark laughed.  Oh, yeah. I forgot to
    tell you, he gives wicked awesome blow jobs.
    His tongue wrapped around my cock, gliding up and down it before
    releasing it, sucking my balls into his mouth and doing beautifully delicious
    things to them before his tongue slid into my ass, where he teased and
    tormented me without giving me release. Then back to my balls and cock.
    Back and forth, until he focused on my cock and gave me a sweet release I
    was happy to see satisfied my willful member for a while.
    He released me with a kiss on the balls and asked something.
    Mark laughed.  Good?
     How do you say,  Fuck yeah! 
    He laughed and translated my comment and the idiom for Master.
    Master also laughed, grinned, and nodded.  Fuh ya.
    Mark and I both laughed.  Fuh ya, I said.  I think we just corrupted the
    Algonquan language.
    96 Tymber Dalton
    Chapter Eleven
    Apparently they gave me some sort of healing accelerant because by the
    next morning my ribs felt nearly normal. As he had with dinner the night
    before, Master insisted I sit in his lap in bed while he hand fed me. I tried to
    protest that I could feed myself, but Mark laughed.
     Dale, he feels guilty as hell. Let him do it.
    Resigned, I leaned against his chest and let him pop chunks of food in
    my mouth. He kept saying that sweet, purring word, over and over again.
    Let s see, preparing buzzer bees for launch, or being curled up in an
    Algonquan s lap and getting hand-fed.
    Hmm.
    No brainer.
    A horrible thought hit me.  What if after the war is over they make us
    leave and go back?
    Mark frowned.  No. Absolutely not. I won t leave. I ll hide if I have to,
    but fuck that. I m not leaving. I d rather live as a feral Terran here on
    Algonquan, hiding out in the woods or whatever, than go back to them. Do
    we have to talk about that? It won t happen.
    By that afternoon we were allowed out in the backyard. The vet and one
    of the techs stopped by to check on me. My chest was unbandaged, and I
    could breathe normally and without pain. We had to re-enact what happened
    for the tech, so they could complete their report. Master s face filled with
    shame when he showed the tech how he raced over and kicked me to get me
    off Mark.
    I threw my arms around him, hugging him.  It s okay. I forgive you.
    You didn t know.
    He hugged me back, rubbing his face in my hair and muttering to me.
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