Brandon Thomas liked his job as an orderly at the Gervais Institute of Study but lately, things had started to get a little weird. The military moved in and armed soldiers roamed the halls. Told to report to his supervisor, he's surprised to learn that he has received a promotion.
Brandon's promotion turns into a nightmare when he is poked and prodded by a mad doctor and told he is now part of a government experiment. Escaping seems impossible until a sexy man with beautiful blue eyes comes to Brandon's rescue.
One thing leads to another and Brandon finds himself bonded to a Seelie elf from another world. On the run from the institute's retrieval team, Brandon tries to understand everything Kavin is telling him while wondering if the man is crazy. He has to be right?
But Brandon's nightmare isn't over. When he's forced to go through the veil between worlds, Brandon ends up in the Unseelie Court and in the hands of a total stranger. With no hope of escape, Brandon wonders if he will ever see his perfect elf again?
Brandon opened his eyes slowly, blinking several times due to the bright lights in the ceiling. It made his eyes hurt. It was way too intense. When his eyes adjusted, Brandon scooted up and looked around.
Once again Brandon seemed to be surrounded by white. He sat on a thin mattress on the floor covered by a white sheet. Even the scrub like clothes on his body were white. Brandon was really starting to hate the color white.
He climbed to his feet, leaning his hand against the wall when the room began to spin. He stood still for a moment while he tried to get his baring then crossed over to the door. He wasn't surprised to find it locked.
Brandon wasn't sure anything would surprise him, not after his promotion. While things were a bit fuzzy, he still remembered every little pinprick of a needle, every insidious procedure done to his body. And he was pissed.
Brandon looked through the small wire mesh window. He could see a small hallway, and again, white walls, but from his vantage point he couldn't see anything else. There were no people, no doors, no windows, nothing.
"Hey! Let me out of here!" he shouted as he balled up his fists and banged on the door. "Let me out! This is kidnapping, damn it."
Brandon banged some more. He slammed his fists on the door until they started to hurt. Slumping against the wall, Brandon slid down to the floor. He dropped his head into his hands trying to figure out how in the hell he'd gotten into this predicament.
A sudden sharp pain shot through Brandon's head. He cried out and gripped his head tighter between his hands. It didn't help. The pain just got worse, bigger, until he felt it throughout his entire body.
Brandon felt like he was being skinned alive. His skin burned, ached. The muscles in his arms and legs contracted. It felt like the biggest muscle seizure he ever experienced. It started at the top of his body and shot right down to the arches of his feet.
As suddenly as the pain came, it left. Brandon sat there, the breath entering and leaving his lungs in great gulps of air. The aches in his body slowly faded away, the spots before his eyes clearing.
Brandon leaned his head back against the wall. His heart hammered in his chest. The pace slowed but it was hard for Brandon to catch his breath. His chest ached and felt restricted, like someone sat on him.
After a few minutes, Brandon rolled to his hands and knees, ready to push himself to his feet when he heard a beep and the door opened, admitting the man in the white coat from before and another armed guard.
"Ah, Mr. Thomas," the doctor said, "you're awake. Very good."
Brandon scooted back on his hands and feet as the doctor advanced on him. He hit another wall, jerking when the armed guard reached for him. Brandon was pulled to his feet and escorted by his arms over to the bed then forced to sit down. Before he could get up or protest, the doctor stood over him taking his pulse.
Dr. Carson shined a bright light in his eyes. Brandon blinked several times, large spots appearing in his eyes again. Brandon slapped out with his hands trying to push the doctor away. The guard was instantly there, grabbing him by the wrists, twisting his arms behind his back.
"Now, now, Mr. Thomas," Dr. Carson admonished, "we both know what happened the last time you were combative. Do I need to give you another sedative?"
Brandon shook his head. "Why are you doing this to me? This is kidnapping."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Thomas," the doctor replied as he shook his head. "You apparently didn't read the fine print in your employment contract."
"I didn't sign up to be a pin cushion," Brandon snapped. "I'm an orderly."
"You are an employee of Gervais Institute of Study, Mr. Thomas."
And that meant what exactly?
"As such, you are subject to the rules and regulations of this institute which state that you must voluntarily submit to examination and transfer of duties at any time."
"I didn't volunteer for shit."
"Ah, but you did, my dear boy, when you signed your employment contract." Dr. Carson patted Brandon's arm then reached into his pocket to pull out a syringe filled with red liquid. He pulled the cap off and squirted a bit into the air.
Brandon started to struggle when the doctor nodded to the two guards. They flipped him over and held him down to the small bed, one of the men jerking Brandon's pants down and off his legs. His shirt was just as quickly pulled off.
A moment later Brandon cried out and went stiff as he felt the needle sink into the soft flesh of one butt cheek. Intense pain followed the injection of the liquid in the syringe. Brandon didn't know what it was but he could feel it burning through his body like acid. It made him feel achy, needy, hot.
He inhaled sharply as hot lava started flowing through his body. The guards holding Brandon down let him go and stepped toward the door. He quickly rolled over and glared at the doctor. "Wha -- what did you do to me?" he panted.
"I've given you a wonderful serum I constructed, something to insure your compliance." The sinister grin on the doctor's face almost looked like the man was proud of what he created.
"Compliance with what?"
"We're conducting a little experiment here, my dear Brandon," the doctor said, "and the genetic anomaly in your DNA has just made you a major subject in that experiment."
"What experiment?" Brandon cried out. "What anomaly?" He really didn't like the smirk that covered the doctor's face. It sent a cold shiver up his back and made the hairs on his arm stand up.
"Ah, but see, you did volunteer. When you were examined for your position as orderly, you voluntarily gave us a sample of your blood and we discovered that you have a genetic anomaly that makes you unique in the human population."
Human population? Brandon suddenly knew the doctor was not playing with a full deck. He was nuts. He scooted back onto the bed and held his hands up. "Hey look, I don't know what you're into here but I want none of it."
"I'm afraid that is impossible, Brandon, we have established that your DNA is compatible with one of our test subject. Since only one percent of the world's human population has compatible DNA, we need you for this experiment. Now, I don't want you to worry, we've learned a lot from past experiments and have taken actions to insure a successful union."
"A successful union?" Brandon's eyes widened. "What did you do to me?" he hissed.
The doctor held up the syringe in his hand, the empty syringe. "I simply combined our test subject's blood with another one of my serums and gave it to you. That should enable us to get the results we need."
Brandon started to jump to his feet and protest but his legs crumbled beneath him and he crashed to the floor. He barely caught himself before his head hit the cold tile. He felt weak, unable to push himself up. The room around him began to spin.
The doctor's chuckle was cold and sterile. "Your body is no longer your own, Brandon. It now belongs to the institute until we no longer have use of you."
Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. He could feel the cool air from the vent on the wall brushing across his skin, each systematic, mechanical motion like a tongue licking at his naked skin.
Brandon clenched his fists and screamed out his frustration. The sound bounced off the walls and echoed in the nearly empty room. There didn't seem to be much more he could do. Lifting his arms took effort.
When the door opened and a dark figure crept into the room, it was all Brandon could do to turn his head and look. Brandon had just enough time to take in a rather tall figure dressed in a dark suit before the lights flashed off and the room plunged into total darkness.
He tried to push himself away when the man reached for him, panic overcoming his shock at the man's sudden appearance. His body just wouldn't cooperate. Brandon whimpered in fear as the man picked him up. His head rolled against a strong chest and the pure masculine scent of the man filled his senses.
"Ssshhh, mo shíorghrá, I have you," the man whispered.
"Wha -- who--"
"No talking," the man said quietly "I'm here to get you out of this mess. If they hear us, they might catch us. I need you to be very quiet."
Brandon cried out at the touch of the man's hands on his hot skin. He clutched at the man's shoulders as he arched into his body, needing more contact. "Touch me!"
"Oh, mo shíorghrá, I can't," the man whispered. "You've been given something that makes you feel this way. I can't--"
"Please!" Brandon cried desperately. "I hurt."
The deep blue eyes staring down at Brandon seemed to waver for a moment. Brandon almost cried out again but then the man nodded and laid Brandon back down on the bed, following down to lay next to Brandon.
Strong callused hands skimmed over Brandon's body. His skin tingled as the heat in his body flamed. When strong firm fingers finally wrapped around his throbbing cock, Brandon nearly screamed in relief.
But that feeling was fast fleeting as the man began to stroke his heated shaft. The faster the hand wrapped around him moved, the more aroused Brandon became. He could feel the very air in the room move across his skin.
Brandon humped his hips trying to speed up the stimulation to his body. He could feel himself titter on the edge of a momentous orgasm. He just couldn't seem to fall over the edge. The faster he was stroked, the more he needed until Brandon felt tears fall from the corners of his eyes.
"I can't -- I can't--" Brandon just knew he was going to die if something didn’t happen soon. His balls had drawn up so tight to his body they felt like rocks. His cock was becoming too sensitive. Brandon clutched at the man's shirt and pleaded. "Please, help me. I can't--"
The man's azure blue eyes closed for a moment and he seemed to draw in a deep breath. When they opened, Brandon detected a hint of sadness in their depths. He didn't understand it.
"Okay, mo shíorghrá." There was a resigned tone to the man's voice that hadn't been there before. Brandon started to wonder about it until the man rolled to the side of the bed and started unzipping his slacks.
The hard cock revealed to Brandon's hungry gaze made him lick his lips as lust spiraled through his body. Brandon's breath caught in his throat. The man was beautiful, stunning, an Adonis.
"Sexy man," Brandon whispered as he reached out for the hottest looking man he'd ever seen in his life. He whined in protest when he was rolled to his stomach until he felt strong hands grip his hips and pull him to the edge of the bed.
Brandon eagerly spread his legs, impatient for what he hoped was coming. He'd seen the cock this man sported. He wanted it, he needed to feel it pounding into his ass. Brandon was pretty sure his life depended on it, and not because of some fucked up serum some lunatic doctor gave him.
As a lubed finger breached his ass, Brandon had just a moment to wonder where the lube had come from before the pleasure of being impaled overwhelmed him. Brandon started moaning, pushing back with his hips.
"More, please, more!"
Another finger was added, then another. The more he was touched, the more pleasure Brandon felt. Even the slight burn of having three fingers in his ass only added to the exquisite sensations bombarding Brandon.
When the fingers pulled out of his ass, Brandon started to sit up and protest only to have a hand push against the middle of his back, forcing him down onto the mattress. A moment later, Brandon felt his legs get pushed further apart.
"Are you sure, mo shíorghrá?" a voice whispered into the dark.
"I'm sorry, Brandon."
Brandon opened his mouth to ask what those words meant but the breath was stolen from his throat by the quick thrust of a cock in his ass. Brandon felt each movement, no matter how small. They fit together so perfectly, he was pretty sure he could feel the man behind him breathing.
Brandon pushed a pillow under his stomach and buried his face in his arms. He pushed back with his hips. There was a very distant part of him that was shocked that he was allowing… no, begging, some stranger to fuck him. It was quickly overshadowed by the intense pleasure that shot through his body when the man started to move. Brandon wasn't sure he'd ever felt anything so good in his life.
His wasn't a virgin by any stretch of the imagination but he wasn't a slut either. He'd had his share of relationships and one night stands. Nothing in his entire sexual experience prepared him for the feelings this man produced in him.
Brandon's entire body quaked as the man pounded into him. Each thrust pushed him forward on the bed, driving his cock into the pillow bunched beneath him. Each withdraw of the man's cock pulled him back, dragging Brandon's cock back against the soft material. It was just enough sensation to drive Brandon out of his mind.
The heat in Brandon's body built until an inferno blazed inside of him. He knew he was going to combust at any moment. Just when Brandon thought he couldn't take anymore, a hand grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back.
Brandon turned his head a bit, just able to see a strong chiseled jaw out of the corner of his eye. Deep azure blue eyes blazed at him, almost glowing in the darkness of the room.
"Give me your life, your love, your forever, as I give you mine,” the man said sternly. "Repeat them to me, mo shíorghrá."
Brandon blinked, confused, until the man gave him a little shake. "Brandon, you must repeat the words."
"Give me your life, your love, your forever, as I give you mine,” Brandon said. He started to turn his head more, wanting to question the man when he suddenly felt an aching pain in the back of his neck.
Brandon cried out. The pain intensified until it almost engulfed Brandon. Then, as fast as the pain came, it was gone, replaced by pleasure so intense, Brandon came close to blacking out.
Brandon gritted his teeth to keep from screaming as his entire body exploded. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through his body as he erupted all over the pillow beneath him.