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  1. HinderToyBL

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    Yes, I have a feeling that we're all going to have a total blast when we get to that point.
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    An English Setter padded along the stiff, partially wet sand in an almost regal manner as he approached the hooded Sepida on the beach. His fur was mostly white with brown spots that ran down the upper part of his body. The patterns nearly looked like freckles along his face when the Setter looked straight ahead. His left ear was completely brown, and his eyes were a golden brown that was a shade lighter than the brown on his fur. Louie was strong. He was a protector. Zane adopted Louie, then Little Salty Pup. Salty Pup was nice to lick because he was, well, salty. Yum. Louie had to hold himself back from giving the little one tongue baths. Louie would steal licks whenever he could, though, now that Little Salty Pup didn't make scared noises every time Louie stole a taste. Salty Pup was scared of everything. He knew Little Salty Pup wasn't really a pup, just a runt. Not like Zane. Zane was a big strong leader. Salty Pup was little and obviously much, much smaller than Louie. Louie was big and strong like his leader. Even though Salty Pup wasn't a pup, Louie was careful of him like one. Zane was careful, too, but definitely didn't treat Pup like a pup. Salty Pup had definitely reached maturity and seemed to always be in heat. Poor thing. Louie heard Salty Pup's mating calls regularly. He peeked in sometimes to make sure Zane and Salty Pup were okay and would end up simply cocking his head to the side and staring in confusion. They would never be able to make puppies doing it like that. Maybe Salty Pup was a young adult and would learn how to do it eventually? Louie had tried to demonstrate to Salty Pup how it was done one day with Louie's favorite Big Snuggle Bear. Louie was sure the poor pup was learning something with how big Pup's eyes got. But then Zane told Louie "No!" very loudly. Maybe Zane likes how Pup does it, even if it is strange? Every day, Louie laid down outside and guarded Zane and Salty Pup while they slept. They were his people, and he loved them. Louie looked over at Salty Pup, who was sitting obediently, so Louie was close enough to watch over him. Louie sat, tail swishing the sand, thinking. Zane was a Bringer of Yummies. Louie sometimes caught or found things to eat. Sometimes he barfed them up later, but that was okay. Louie hadn't seen Little Salty Pup find any of his own food. That was concerning. Salty Pup was small, but matured, and should be able to hunt. Movement caught Louie's eyes, and Louie knew what he needed to do. While Pipolphi wiggled his toes as the edge of the water flowed over them, he caught sight of Zane's pet hopping into the water and swimming around. Though he was still learning about dogs in general and their habits, this was the first time that he saw just how much Louie seemed to enjoy the water. How curious that a terrestrial carnivore such as Louie seemed to enjoy water just as much as his own kind. The creature was amazing, all muscles and long legs and soft fur. Pip had to admit that, when he could get his courage up, Louie was amazing to pet. Even if the big, white, pointy teeth were a bit terrifying. Louie suddenly bounded over to Pip, sending the little Sepida's heart into his throat. Pipolphi forced himself to stay still as the powerful carnivore barreled at him. Louie skidded to a stop a few feet away, tail waving like a damp flag. The beast's eyes were sparkling, and Louie was fairly vibrating with excited joy. {"Y-yes, Louie?"} Pip said politely. The dog bounced a step closer and spat something on the sand between them. Louie had held it very, very carefully in his mouth to keep from getting pinched. He'd had no desire to end up with a sore lip or tongue. Pip peered at the small, shelled, crawling thing on the sand. It looked so much like some of the shelled, bottom-dwelling animals that could be found on the Sepida's home world's beaches or ocean floor. It made Pipolphi smile brilliantly, warming his hearts. Even so far from home, things weren't so different on this strange, unfamiliar planet. There were commonalities to be found if one looked deep enough. Even though Pip and Zane were so different, so alien to each other, there was so much common ground. Like love. Love was universal. {"I think I've misjudged you, Louie,"} Pip mused aloud as the beast nosed the little crab. {"How did you know just what I didn't know I needed? Thank you, friend."} Louie promptly forgot the crab as Pip leaned over to hug the wet, sand-covered dog. The crab took the opportunity to beat a hasty retreat into the lapping waves. Salty Pup's happiness made Louie happy. If the Pup had trouble hunting, then he'd eagerly continue to feed him himself. In the distance, a sheen rolled over what appeared to be the invisible outline of the ship. Pip's eyes widened as he turned his gaze towards it. Once again, a rolling band of light slid over the outline of the ship. Pip jumped up and bolted toward the ship. A message. Someone had sent a message. It could be nothing. It might be some automated message about avoiding some star system that had become dangerous to civilians, something from his parents checking in on him, or even a wrong number. It could be Tilly…or Tilly's mom wondering where Pip was when they'd found his best friend's dead body, wondering why Pipolphi hadn't been there to protect him like Tilbei had protected Pip so many times. "Zay!" the Sepida shouted, his skin wavering between bright pink and sickly gray, needing his lover with him right then but unwilling to take the time to detour to the little house. Both Zane and Louie immediately rushed to Pip's side upon hearing his distress. The English Setter gave a concerned bark, and Zane was breathing heavily by the time he reached the Sepida. The human immediately looked the petite alien over. "Is everything ok? Did you get stung by a jellyfish?" Zane asked in one rushed breath. "Call," Pip told him quickly, opening the hatch to his ship and rushing inside with Zane and Louie on his heels. "I got a call. Leave a message at the tone. Scared. Scared for Tilly." The Sepida hurried onto the small bridge and sat at the controls, pulling up the message. {"Incoming message from Inture Relay, Section 5,"} the computer relayed. {"Apparent distortion,"} it warned before playing the message. {"Pip...Tilly! I got...Hunnars. Don't...port."} Static followed for several seconds. {"Message...no...okay!"} {Not okay!?} Pip gasped, the pink and grey hues interchanging rapidly across his skin. He turned towards his gentle giant, tears brimming in his eyes as he tugged on the hem of Zane's shirt. "Zay! Tilly not okay! This is madness!" He tried to explain. "Something's wrong with your friend?" Zane concluded. "Then you have to go to her! Need me to come with you to help?" "Stay with me? Save Tilly from Hunnars?" Pip said hopefully. "Come to kick some bad guy ass?" Zane gave the Sepida a firm nod. "Of course I'll come with you. We'll save your friend." He agreed. Movement near their legs alerted him to Louie. "Is it possible to bring Louie with us, too?" As much as the gymnast loved the English Setter that he had raised since he was a puppy, he'd rather that the canine be safe. He also knew a few trustworthy students of his that could take care of Louie if it was necessary to leave him behind. Would they even be able to find food for him in space? "Yes, Louie can come. Of course." Pip blinked. He'd just assumed Louie would come, too. Which was terrible of him. What if Louie had friends he would miss? Zane had said Louie was adopted and the alien had gathered such things meant that Louie had no biological family and Zane was the dog's family, now. Pipolphi hadn't heard anything about the canine having an occupation besides as a companion or perhaps guard for Zane. Pip had seen Louie patrolling the area around the house and keeping a protective eye on Zane and even Pipolphi. The Sepida felt a pang in his hearts, realizing he'd miss Louie if they left the beast behind. Pip turned an uncertain orange as he crouched in front of Louie. "Want to come, Louie? You have things that make you stay? Would be honored if Louie can come with us. Don't know when come back. Understand if Louie has to stay. Big decision. You need time to think about it?" Louie didn't know what was going on. But, he felt the tension and concern from Salty Pup. To try to dispel some of that concern, he began to lick the Sepida's face. The canine would do everything he could to protect the little one. The Pup should not be afraid. "Well, I guess that answers that," Zane responded with a chuckle. "Louie doesn't seem to want to part with you, either, Pip." The Sepida was overcome with relief that he wouldn't have to say goodbye to the strangely endearing beast and that Zane and Louie wouldn't be parted because of Pip. Pipolphi flung his arms around Louie, who was still damp and sandy but Pip didn't care. The Sepida's skin showed his happy relief, the orange replaced by starbursts of white and green flashing across Pip's skin like fireworks in the sky. "Go soon?" Pip asked, looking up at Zane. "Get your things, make arrangements, go save the day?" "Got it!" Zane responded as he rushed out of the ship and began to pack. He began with food, both for himself and for Louie. He figured that if Pip were fine eating certain foods on Earth, then both he and Louie would surely find something that they could safely eat in space. For the time being, however, the human brought as much imperishable food as he could find for their journey. In the case of clothing, he only brought along everything that was fairly new. The shoes and some of his coats were of a decent enough quality to last for a good few years. His final bags were packed with general toiletries like razors, a toothbrush, shaving cream, and Louie's shampoo. He almost forgot to bring along Louie's favorite bear, but the Setter began to drag it along himself as if he knew that they were going someplace far. It was amazing how fast two people could stuff bags and pack when it was an emergency. Barely an hour later, the three of them were set and ready for take-off. The only time concession they'd made was for Zane to give Louie a quick bath. Having a dirty dog with them in close quarters for however long space travel to their destination took seemed like something to avoid. While Zane took Louie to clean up, Pip checked on the state of the ship. All important systems were repaired. There were still some minor things that were being repaired, but nothing that would keep them out of the sky. Zane then approached Pip with a freshly groomed Louie. "Are we ready?" Pip nodded as he urged the human to sit beside him. "I am one with the Force. The Force is with me," he muttered to himself as if in encouragement. The Sepida took a deep breath and nodded decisively. He could do this. They could do this. With Zane with him, Pip thought he could do almost anything. Tilly would be alright; he had to be. Pipolphi tapped a screen causing a small jump seat to pop out from the wall next to the console. "Buckle up, Louie. It's gonna be a bumpy ride." Well, not really. Maybe it would rumble a bit exiting the atmosphere and jumping closer to the space port. The shock absorbers were excellent, and the report had said they were completely repaired. Just in case, though, it was better for Louie and Zane to be prepared for the possibility. Zane waste no time in settling Louie down, as well. He gave the Setter a scratch behind the ears. "Just hang tight, Louie. Think of this as a crazy car ride," he commented. Pipolphi entered the necessary commands to get them safely on their way. While the ship hummed around them, Pip pulled up the call number that had sent the message from Tilbei. The Sepida debated a moment before activating the number. If there was any chance Tilly might get the message, Pip had to try. He just would keep it simple, so if the Hunnars intercepted it, it wouldn't be likely to cause problems for his friend. {"We're coming to the port for you."} Pip said, voice trembling with worry. {"Whatever it takes, we'll find you and get you, I promise. Just hold on a little longer. Love you."} The message was sent. Pip sat back in his chair, suddenly tired and heart sick. A big warm hand reached out and took his just as the ship shivered a bit as it pushed through the atmosphere. Zane looked at the Sepida with concern and something like devotion in his eyes. Pipolphi tried to look at his human objectively for a moment. That man was muscled, broad-shouldered, and ridiculously tall. Intelligence radiated from his slate gray eyes. Louie barked once, excited with whatever it was that they were doing as long as they were doing it together and he was likely to be fed later. Pip's gaze went to Louie, a big, powerful, sharp-toothed, carnivorous predator. Pip nodded and sat up straight and sure, the uncertain orange of his skin morphing into a determined ruby red. The little alien squeezed Zane's hand in his. They could do this. They would. They'd get to the space port, sneak into an armed ship, and rescue the Nubra. {"Just hold on a little longer, Tilly, "} Pip said with determination. {"We'll find you on that Hunnar ship and get you loose. We're coming."} :::::::: Tilbei woke up to the most wonderful warmth of Jasper draped over him. For a brief second his deep peach-hued eyes widened as his mind brought up memories of the two of them on the Hunnar ship and then the Viceroy's ship. When his gaze refocused, he let out a sigh of relief. That's right, the two of them were finally safe in his dome home. When his heart settled back down, he found himself wondering how slow Jasper's heartbeat was. In a dreadful moment in the past, he recalled having to protect Pipolphi from a Hasserack. The Sepida had clung to him for dear life, and Tilly had been able to feel the rapid heartbeat of not one, but two hearts. Both Sepida and Nubra were quite different physically, but they thrived in the same waters. What would Tilly have to do to make sure that his Jasper thrived? He had a feeling that he'd do anything for the mixed Polkin. He wanted nothing more than to keep him safe and to protect him. {"Would you let me love you?"} He whispered softly in the language of the people in the waters. The Nubra reached down to gently pet the long, fluffy tail that had somehow curled around them both. {"Would you trust that I would follow you anywhere you want to go?"} "Hmmmnn," Jasper murmured, snuggling sleepily against the Nubra. "Tilly? Whassat?" He blinked slowly. "It was pretty. Almost like singing. Was it a poem?" The Nubra smiled, nuzzling one of Jasper's lavender ears. "I was just talking to myself," He responded softly. "Wondering if you'd allow me to be by your side no matter where you go…" "If you want to come, I'd like that," Jas said dreamily, then blushed. "I mean, come with me if I go somewhere. Not come, come. Well, unless you would like to, you know, come. I'm fine with that too." Jasper squeaked and hid his face in the soft fur of his tail. "I shouldn't be allowed to talk when I'm sleepy," came the hybrid's muffled words. The grin on the Nubra's face widened. "You have no idea how happy that makes me," he admitted as he gently moved the tail aside to kiss the half-polkin's cheek and chin. He had meant to merely express his affection, but as he was starting to realize, his body seemed to enjoy the proximity to Jasper a little too much. The orange spots on his body began to glow in embarrassment as two of his members became aroused. "Although, maybe you shouldn't have phrased it that way…" he confessed when his hips began to subconsciously grind down against Jas. "Why not?" Jasper asked, making a small, happy noise as he pressed up to feel the man against him. It always seemed to take quite a while for the half-Polkin to wake up and his brain was still a bit fuzzy. Jas rubbed his hands over Tilbei's skin, marveling at how firm the Nubra's muscles were but with the skin such a silky soft texture. It was delicious to touch. Now that Jas was not only sleepy but also aroused, he couldn't see anything that could be wrong with the situation. Tilbei forced himself to move back just as he felt his third member paying too close attention to the half-Polkin. "I desire nothing more than to be buried inside you once again. However, I'm quite worried about my friend. Is it okay if we check if he replied to the message first?" Jasper's eyes widened, his sleepiness blowing away like fog in a gale force wind. He sat up suddenly, nearly bonking his forehead against Tilbei's. "Oh, crap! I'm so sorry! I should have thought of that," Jas said, scrambling out of the pillows he'd nearly buried them in. "Of course you're worried about him, and all I can think about is getting into your pants… I mean, if you ever wore pants. Not that I'm complaining about the lack of pants situation. Fuck. I'm doing it again. Right, shutting up now," Jasper groaned, finding the soft length of deep green fabric Tilbei's mother had given him to use as a cover, though she'd been honestly bewildered why he'd want to do so. The hybrid quickly wrapped the fabric around his waist, adding a few twists and tucks to make it look prettier. When Jas was done, the wrap clung to his hips and ass, tucking just under his tail, then flared a small amount below that to allow for easy movement. The rich emerald shade made Jasper's lilac skin look luminous. "I may not like clothing, but I have to admit that it looks quite good on you," Tilbei confessed. "Will you come with me to check on the ship?" he invited as he extended his hand for the other man to take. The two of them then headed towards Tilly's scouting room, which was little more than a flat, round platform that rose upwards like an elevator into a glass dome that provided a 360° view of the shore, the ocean, the sky, and the land mass where the Viceroy's ship was docked. It was immediately apparent that the ship had received a message due to the way that it shifted colors, almost like a color-shifting lamp. The colors shifted from purple to blue to green and back again. "Pip must have replied!" Tilly gasped. "Let's go, Jasper!" he urged as the two of them went back down and then exited Tilly's personal dome home to rush over to the ship. The Nubra wasted no time in pulling up the message. {"Incoming message from Rapture Relay, Section 104,"} the computer relayed. "Section 104? Damn, that's far!" Tilbei murmured aloud before the message was played. {"We're coming to the port for you."} What was unmistakably Pipolphi's voice rang through. {"Whatever it takes, we'll find you and get you, I promise. Just hold on a little longer. Love you."} "What!?" Tilly responded with a frown. "They're going to Inture Relay 5? But that's where we left the Hunnars!" Jasper frowned, noting that the message from Tilbei's friend had piggy-backed on another message. He also noted that it sounded suspiciously like Tilbei's friend had said he loved Bei. Jasper's Bei. The hybrid leaned forward and tapped the console. Tilly's voice came over the speakers, rough with static. {"Pip…"} the message began, but it was garbled with chunks missing. "It sounds like what you sent to him got screwed up," Jas said, still frowning. "Fuck," Tilbei hissed under his breath. "I can't let him go out there by himself! If the Hunnars catch him, they'll milk him for life!" He took hold of both of Jasper's hands. "Jas, do you mind staying here with my mom for a while? I can't ask you to risk your life or be captured again by the Hunnars…" "If you get to stay by my side, then I get to stay by yours." The half-Polkin looked positively mutinous. He reflexively stomped each of his feet twice. "If you try to leave me with your mom so she can feed me, cuddle me, and be super nice to me I'm going to be so mad at you that I'll...do something that will show my grumpies!" Jasper blinked, his indigo eyes filling with something Tilbei didn't like the look of. Jasper bit his lip before speaking again, his voice soft and uncertain. "Or is it that you want to go without me because he's the one you said you were in love with? And in his message back he said he loves you?" The hybrid backed up, trying to pull his hands from Tilbei's. Tilbei's peach-hued eyes widened. Before his lover could pull away, he tugged him into his arms. "No, Jasper. That's not it at all," he refuted adamantly. "Yes, I admit that I was once in love with Pip. I'm not going to deny it. But, the love Pip and I share now is purely platonic. He didn't mean love as in the love that you and I share." The Nubra hugged Jasper tightly. "I've felt nothing that compares to the love you and I share. I didn't want to bring you with me because I'm afraid of losing you." "I'll stick to you like a prickle bur stuck in winter fur," Jas assured. "I won't get in the way, I promise. I'll help. If you go without me I'll worry the whole time, it'll make me get sick, and I'll die." Jasper sank into the Nubra's warm embrace. "I love you. Don't leave me behind." Tilbei felt his heart clench. "I love you too, Jasper," he confessed. "Then, let's tell my mom before we go, and we'll head out together."
  3. HinderToyBL

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    A few days passed in a similar manner. Zane would show Pip around some of the places on the mainland. The Sepida said that the shops around the docks reminded him of something he called a "spaceport." The gymnast tried to ask him more details about it, but it was still quite difficult for Pip to figure out how to say what he wanted to say in English. There were no helpful translation guides like there would be for another Earthian language. Zane had bought more movies while they had been out and about, to add them to the ship computer's database. They hadn't noticed much of an improvement in Pip's English, although the Sepida learned more words that related to romance and sex. Due to that, Pipolphi considered the attempt a success. Overall, however, communication was a struggle that left Zane frustrated and Pip turning unpleasant colors. The language barriers made cultural barriers more difficult to overcome. But Zane's patient, gentle, easy-going nature combined with Pip simply being Pip seemed to manage misunderstandings that might have blown up with another couple. The cultural divide came to a head one day when they'd gone back to the mainland. Pipolphi had gotten very good at making his coloring look human and not slip up if his emotions became strong or if something startled him. But when the Sepida saw a little girl who couldn't have been older than six with her long hair done up in intricate braids, Pip turned snow white with shock. He quickly got control of himself, looking closer. The child was holding a man's hand, swinging their clasped hands as they walked. Pipolphi frowned. Maybe Pip was wrong, and it was a very small adult? The alien tugged Zane's sleeve and gestured to the girl. "Kiddo? Baby?" "Yes, she's a child," Zane explained. The tall gymnast entertained the idea of them adopting a child one day and became lost in that daydream for a good second. "Isn't she just adorable? Would you ever like to adopt someday, Pip?" "Adopt someday?" the little Sepida said, obviously distracted as he tucked himself behind Zane and peered suspiciously at the girl, who had sat on a bench to eat ice cream with her feet kicking slowly. Pipolphi's liquid turquoise eyes turned to the man sitting next to her. The man didn't look like a villain. It made Pip's hearts clench to think that such wickedness didn't show on the outside. Evil should look evil. There should be some nefarious mark. But he just looked like a human man, a nice man. The Sepida shuddered, looking around. Why was no one else helping her? Didn't they see how the man flaunted the poor little thing like some cheap spaceport whore? Zane frowned at how tense his partner became. "Pip, is everything alright? What's wrong?" He followed the Sepida's gaze to the father and daughter. "She's fine. She's got her dad watching her right there." "Dad? Father?" Pipolphi jerked as though he'd been struck. The petite alien had to struggle not to let his skin flow in the reds and oranges of a challenge-display. "Zay, he's a bad motherfucker!" Pip hissed. "See what he does? How make people see?" Pilpolphi gestured at his own head, going as far as reaching under the hood to tug at his hair tentacles which were appropriately loose, even though they were covered. Zane couldn't be more confused. "He seems like a decent enough dad to me...what is he doing that upsets you so much?" Pip groaned in frustration. Was his sweet human blind? Zane allowed himself to be dragged by his mysterious alien into a small alley where they were mostly hidden. Pipolphi kept peeking around to keep the father and daughter in sight. Zane suddenly wanted to keep an eye on the pair as well. What had the lovely Sepida seen that he hadn't? Pip peeked around once more before ducking back out of sight, tugging the hood off his head. He fought not to turn some awkward, embarrassed color for what he was about to do. In public, no less. At least no one was looking. Pip glanced around once more before allowing his hair tentacles to wind into braids similar to the ones that poor child had. "Fuck!" Pipolphi whispered intently, pointing at the braids. "Like this, fuck me. Fuck me. Deep, hard. Take me now, you rowdy beast." The look in the Sepida's eyes was intense, the angry, serious tone and expression not at all matching the words. The alien thought the father and daughter were a couple. Why did Pip think such a thing about the two? Zane just couldn't figure it out. "Come with me," He urged as they walked even further into the alley. "What is it that you're seeing that I'm not, Pip? Why do you think they would have that kind of relationship?" He asked softly. "Tell me quietly." Pipolphi whined in frustration but went along. He'd need his human's strength to save the little one. "Hair," Pip said, a simple word Zane had taught him. The Sepida pointed to his head tentacles, allowing them to unwind to fall loose and limp around his shoulders. It was easy. They seemed to want out of the braids. Pip wasn't feeling sexy in the least. "This film is rated G, for general audiences." He allowed his hair tentacles to come together a bit more, not winding up, but more like a real hairstyle with waves. "PG." The tentacles moved again, coming together fully, draping like a long simple braid over the Sepida's shoulder where Zane could see it easily. "R." Pipolphi took a deep breath and forced his tentacles into a set of complicated braids similar to the ones atop the smiling little girl's head. Pip pointed at them emphatically. "NC-17. For mature audiences." An enraged chirp fell from his anger-tightened lips. "Strong sexual content!" The Sepida released his tentacles, shaking his head to make the thin tentacles unwind faster. Pip wanted a shower. He felt dirty like it would be worth the discomfort of his skin's allergic reaction to scrub himself tips to toes with Zane's harsh human soap. Pipolphi pulled the hood over his hair tentacles again, though they were trying to flare with the alien's agitation. Zane allowed himself to be dragged back to the edge of the alley, where the father and daughter could be seen again. The man was wiping her ice cream smeared face with a napkin as they both laughed. Pipolphi trembled with rage, taking a step forward, unable to stand to see the horrible man touch the poor little thing. It was hard for the Sepida to determine the child's age. Humans were too different from Pip's people. But he knew it was only a child. That was enough for Pipolphi. It didn't matter if the human man was bigger than Pip, that the father could no doubt break the Sepida in half. Pipolphi couldn't stand it anymore. He began to march forward, terrified, but resolved to do something to help. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Zane intervened as he quickly scooped Pip up into his arms, to the surprise of the seated father and child. "Excuse us!" The human then quickly brought the Sepida over to the men's restroom before setting him back down. "Wait, let me explain…" He took a deep breath as he thought of the best way to tell his lover about Earthian hairstyles and their lack of connotations. He had never seen the Sepida so upset. The notion was rooted in concern over an innocent little girl, which was quite admirable. "It's rated NC-17 to Sepida...here, on Earth, it's rated G. Heck, it's rated E, for everyone," Zane insisted. "The father and daughter are not doing any NC-17 things, believe me." He tried his best to show the truth of his words through his eyes. "You trust me, don't you? I would never allow such horrible things to happen to a child if I were in any position to stop it." Pipolphi thought he was getting the gist of Zane's words, but he wanted to be certain. He tugged back his hood and let his hair twine into braids again. Luckily there was no one in the restroom to see. Pip was too intent on the issue at hand. "E?" the Sepida asked, the disbelief clear in his voice. "For babies?" "To everyone here, yes," Zane nodded. "Though, I have to admit that on you, they're quite sexy." Pip blushed, which didn't come out quite right on his false human skin tone, turning his cheeks purple for a moment. Then the little alien had a thought and groaned. "I almost punch his lights out, Zay! Poor daddy having fun with kiddo and crazy come knock his block off!" Pip's tentacles unwound. A lock of them grabbed his hood and pulled it up and over his head to hide his face completely. The Sepida covered his hands in his sleeves and hugged himself tightly. "Hey, it's ok! You didn't know," the taller man insisted as he tugged the Sepida into a hug. "It could have happened to anyone. Besides, you only wanted the little girl to be safe. I really admire that you wanted to jump in and help." "Pip not help anyway," the Sepida said, his voice muffled by the cloth over his face. "Daddy big. Squash me like a bug." The sigh was heavy enough it was audible through the hood. "Little puddle of silly Pip splatted on sidewalk." Before Zane could respond, Pipolphi's hood pulled back, helped along by his thin tentacles. The little alien peeked up at Zane with huge, liquid turquoise eyes, the lack of pupil almost making him appear blind. But there was too much focus there to think the Sepida couldn't see. Pip still looked unhappy, but there was an edge of hope in his face, the curve of his full lips. As though it was difficult, but Pipolphi was making a conscious decision not to dwell too much on his bad feelings. He could file it as a learning experience since no harm was done. He didn't need to flog himself for his mistake. Pip wasn't sure he could have done so without Zane being so sweet and supportive. "I disagree," Zane countered. "If anything, this situation taught me something new and important about you and Sepida in general…" The human leaned down to whisper into Pip's concealed, webbed ear. "Braids are really, really sexy." The Sepida's breath left him in a rush as his body tightened with sudden, unexpected arousal. His hair, which had been limp and straight moments before, began to wind around itself. Pip reached out, clinging to Zane's shirt, unsure his legs would hold him. All his blood seemed to suddenly leave his brain and flood south. All because of a single whispered sentence and Zane's breath against his ear. A long set of arms immediately wrapped around the Sepida as Zane quickly reacted. "You alright there, Pip?" He asked. The first thought that came to him was that the petite alien might be dehydrated. "Do you need some water?" But, then, the human took note of how Pip's hair strands began to wind up. He touched one of the twined segments. "Do these also mean that you're aroused?" Pip shivered. A tendril wound around the human's fingers. The slender tentacle tightened as the rest twined into tighter braids. "Nnn, 'roused," the little Sepida whimpered, pressing against Zane hard enough that the gymnast could feel Pip's excitement through their clothes. The taller man mentally cursed. He looked around, but there was no way that he would take the Sepida in a public bathroom stall that anyone could walk in and hear them. On the other hand, they were still on the mainland and it would take a good little while to get back home. "Wait, Pip, not here," He urged gently as he made up his mind. "I have an idea, come with me." He took hold of his partner's hand and quickly made his way to the nearest hotel. "I first came here back when I was still competing and fell in love with the place. That's part of the reason I took up residence near here…" The gymnast had never really splurged for himself, so he was easily able to pay for one of the better rooms. The inside of the room almost appeared like the inside of a house or an apartment. The bed was massive and featured a canopy. The balcony was large and spacious, looking out into the ocean. The room even featured an indoor hot tub, which Zane immediately pointed out to Pip. "Would you like to try it out?" The slate-eyed man prompted. "Try out Zay, too?" Pipolphi asked, pressing himself as close to his human as possible. His hair was nearly painful; it had twined so tight. But it was a delicious sting that made the Sepida heavy-lidded and his voice a trilling purr. Now that Zane knew what the tightly-braided hair meant, he saw it in a completely different light. Pip with braids from that moment on meant that the taller man would drop just about everything to dote on the petite alien. He nodded repeatedly. "Absolutely. Yes. Zay definitely try out, too," he agreed as he made a conscious effort not to allow the drool pooling in his mouth to overflow. Pip pulled an arm out of one sleeve but seemed to struggle with the other since the first arm was lost in the oversized hoodie. The little alien humphed in frustration and ducked his head inside, as though looking for where things had gone wrong. It was surprisingly dark inside his clothes, and he let out a startled yip. Pip tried to get his head back through the hole but missed. "Zay?" the Sepida called, his voice muffled as Pip reached his only free arm in the direction Pip remembered his lover had been. "Clothes mean to me. I don't do fashion." The gymnast wasted no time in extricating the Sepida from the offending articles of clothing. "I know. They are mean, aren't they?" he responded as he then began to take off his own clothes. "I'm very grateful that you've been using them while we're out in public. Thank you for all your hard work." "I would do anything for you, sir." Pip's soft voice was breathy as his gaze traced the muscled curves and planes of the gymnast's body. "You transfix me." The Sepida licked his lips. "Quite." "The same goes for you," Zane admitted as he tugged the Sepida flush against him. "I'm more than transfixed with you." He then glanced towards the water and stepped into it before turning towards Pip to help him in. "Now, this water is actually warm. So, be prepared to feel that." The Sepida followed trustingly, holding his lover's hands. Pip stepped in and squeaked, Zane suddenly found himself standing in the jacuzzi with a petite alien wrapped around him. Pip was so small and light. It pulled at something in Zane's chest, a need to cherish, love, and protect the Sepida. Pipolphi looked down at the water suspiciously but snuck one leg down to touch a toe into the water. His skin was a pale orange. Zane couldn't help thinking his lover was the same color as a dreamsicle. "Ah, warm," Pip said with a brilliant smile, the orange shifting to light green. He splashed his toes in the water before easing his foot down into that heat. His other leg stayed wrapped around his human." Nice," Pip purred. "Let me know if it's too hot," Zane insisted as he trailed his fingers along the smaller man's back. "We can always just go into the bathtub instead." "I like hot bathtub," Pip said dreamily, waving his foot around in the swirling water. "Feels nice." The little alien let his other foot down slowly, sliding down the back of Zane's leg. Pip trilled a purr when he had both feet dabbling in the water, utterly trusting that his lover would hold him up. A relieved smile came across the human's face. "I'm glad. The reason I chose this room in the first place was for you to try it out. Does the water change temperature where you're from?" He asked in curiosity. "Like hot, cold change?" Pip asked. "Temperature is hot cold?" Zane nodded. "Mmm, swim far down, certain place. Water hot. Very hot. From hot underground, underwater. Safe because scary things don't like hot." Pip giggled. "Sepida get hot and bothered." The tall man swallowed hard. "Hot and bothered, you say?" He confirmed. "Have you ever peeked at other Sepida touching each other? Show me." Pipolphi squeaked, several locks of his hair freeing themselves to hide the Sepida's face. Pip's wide turquoise eyes peeked at Zane from the little alien's terrible hiding spot. The Sepida couldn't help a soft giggle. "I maybe watch Sepida, since nobody touch me." Pip snorted another giggle as he splashed his feet in the water and looked up at his positively enormous human. "Don't feel too tall with Zay. And Zay touch me very nicely. Hnnn." Pip's hair drew back, revealing his heart-shaped face. "When like, ahhhmm…" He tried to remember the word, then grinned. "When like cuttlefishies, hot and bothered Sepida all tangled up and rubbing everywhere until make a mess." Pip hid his face in Zane's chest. "Come and ink everywhere." The Sepida took a shuddering breath. "But could show touches when Sepida not like cuttlefish. Could touch and show? Sit in hot bathtub and see if you like it as much as overheated Sepida?" Zane immediately sat down and nodded almost desperately. He was fascinated with the fact that Sepida seemed to enjoy touching one another in both forms. The more he tried to think about the little cuttlefish-formed Sepida huddling all together, the more perverted he felt. The imagery in his mind was akin to Japanese tentacle porn. "Sepida like cuddles," Pipolphi explained, practically purring as he draped himself across the gymnast's much larger body. "Not just hands, everything to everything." The little alien showed what he meant by curling close to Zane. Pip nuzzled his human's shoulder, slowly and gently rubbing his cheeks against the tan, warm skin like a cat. The Sepida's chest was pressed tight to Zane's like Pip wanted to be closer than the skin separating them would allow. Pip felt a strange tension slip out of him. The Sepida hadn't realized he'd been holding it within him until it left him. It had been a slow, painful coiling in his heart that had spread to the rest of his body. It had tightened unpleasantly with every rejection Pipolphi had endured with an embarrassed smile, every time the other Sepida had paired off, and Pip had stood alone and each time he'd swum in the heated waters and he only had his own tentacles or hands to pleasure himself with. Tilly had tried to help. They'd cuddled often, but their relationship was brotherly and not like lovers. A shuddering sigh rolled through the petite form holding itself so close to Zane. It felt so good, so perfect, so right. Pip wasn't sure if it was the warm water or the man he clung to that was making the alien feel so languidly happy that Pip's skin rolled in green and blue waves. "I like everything to everything cuddles," Zane confessed as his arms wrapped around the Sepida and he nuzzled the top of Pip's head. "I like them very much. Though, I wish I could do more...my hair can't do anything on its own, sadly." He pressed his lips to the Sepida's forehead and just about every inch of his face. "But, I can kiss you all over. I can touch you all over...and we can cuddle like this whenever you wish." "For realsies?" Pip asked, looking up with delighted wonder on his face. The little Sepida trilled happily, practically wallowing against Zane's body. It was like Pip had been hungry, starving to death slowly, so slowly that he hadn't even known that it was happening. He'd been so hungry for another body against his own, hands to touch him gently, someone to feel him, to know him. Zane's skin against Pip's own, the man's fingers trailing in winding nonsense patterns over the Sepida's back and arms, the soft kisses to Pip's temples and cheeks were filling up something inside Pip that was more satisfying than any meal. Pipolphi shuddered, sucking in a trembling breath. The human gazed in fascination as the Sepida's skin began to swirl in shades he hadn't seen before. He leaned down to press a soft kiss to Pip's lips and observed the colors once more. "Blues and greens mean you're happy, right?" He asked, seeking affirmation. "You make me very happy, too, Pip." The little alien chirped and flung his arms around Zane's neck, clinging to the much bigger man. "Mine," Pipolphi said, his voice choked with emotion. "I keep you. Always, always keep. Love you, Zay. Too good to be true, but I keep you forevers and evers." "I'd like nothing more than for you to keep me," the human responded with a grin. He couldn't remember the last time he smiled so goofily. The petite alien had reduced him to pure glee. "I love you too, Pip." The Sepida buried his face in the crook of Zane's neck and made a noise that was an oddly musical combination of a trill, giggle, and squeak. It was an obviously happy noise that pulled a warm chuckled from Zane that rumbled pleasantly under Pip's cheek. Pip pulled in a deep breath and let it out, the warmth of the bubbling water around them going to his head faster than if he'd chugged half a bottle of whiskey. "Zayyyyyyy," Pip hummed, blinking slowly. "You're pretty as a picture," the Sepida drawled, wiggling into a more comfortable position. He stroked the well-built gymnast's impressive bicep, over a rounded deltoid, to the defined pectoral and the pebbled nipple at its center. "You have nice bump places. Like your body bumps and places between bumps. Bigger bumps are great, but little bumps are the bestest," Pipolphi exclaimed seriously, dipping his head to kiss the nipple. Zane's breath hitched. He quickly lifted the Sepida onto the edge of the tub and knelt in the water so that they lined up face to face. He wanted to tell the petite alien similar things. He wanted to explain just how beautiful he felt Pipolphi to be. But, as soon as his large hands slid up slippery blue thighs and up the Sepida's back, he became lost in lust. He closed the space between them in a rough grind and claimed Pip's lips in a passionate kiss. "Hnnnn," Pip hummed as he fell into the kiss, pressing himself tightly to Zane. The Sepida would have fallen right back into the water if Zane hadn't been holding him so close. Their height difference was great enough that even with Zane's head bent down to meet Pip's lips, the human's rigid length was mostly rubbing Pipolphi's thighs. The human was big and long, however, and Pip gasped when Zane shifted, and the warm hard tip of the larger man nudged Pip's balls and the base of the Sepida's equally rigid cock. "I want you, Pip," The human whispered into a webbed ear before gently biting and sucking on the tip. "Can we?" "Pretty please, yes." Pip tipped his head, offering himself up to the nibbles that sent happy tingles south. "Zay feels so goooooood. Want to feel…" The Sepida arched, pressing Zane's length harder against him. "All big and wide and pushing all in." Having expected that they would, Zane had tucked a tube of lube into his pants pocket, which he all but desperately reached for and dug out. Tossing the pants back aside, he poured the product onto his fingers and immediately slid them into the Sepida's entrance, which was warmer than usual due to the water he had been soaking it minutes before. As he stretched his lover, Zane kissed and sucked on the offered neck. Pipolphi keened, bucking in his lover's arms. The Sepida felt half-crazed, a delicious haze muddling his head. He had a fleeting thought to thank all higher powers for Zane's talented mouth and hands and other, lower things. "Close," Pip was able to gasp out, his braids coiling impossibly tight as he said the word he'd heard several times on Zane's lips moments before the human had found his completion. Zane felt the same as he finally breached the Sepida's entrance with his ridiculously hardened shaft. He couldn't remember the last time he had entered anyone and risked cumming on the spot, and yet, there he was. The taller man kept as still as possible, lodged deep inside. Pip whimpered and wriggled, lips parted and eyes clenched tight as his body also clenched and released spasmodically around the thickness spearing him. The Sepida felt so full, stretched wide, the tip touching him deep inside him. Added to that was the sensation of being surrounded by his human. Big strong arms encircled him, Zane's broad chest and shoulders blocking Pipolphi's view of anything but the man above him. Not that the little alien wanted to see anything else. "Zay," Pip cried out, his tone begging. The taller man wrapped his arms around the Sepida and gently tugged him back into the water as he leaned back on his knees and gave a nimble thrust upwards. After some readjustment, the gymnast found a steady pace of rocking into the petite man's heat. It wasn't long before he increased the speed of his movements. Pip gripped Zane's shoulders and shoved himself down onto his lover's next thrust. It stole the Sepida's breath, his head falling back, his braids trailing in the hot, bubbling water. Pip did it again, and again, spreading his thighs wider as he fought to take all of Zane as deep and hard as he could. Pipolphi would have sworn he could feel the chromatophores beneath his skin pulsing as they turned him deep shades of blue that shifted across his skin like ink dropped in water, the color becoming more and more intense as Pip thought he might lose his poor mind in wanton need and pleasure. The Sepida was getting dizzy from it all. The only thing that kept him from falling back into the water was his hold on Zane's shoulders and the human's hands-on Pip's body, urging him up and down in an increasing tempo that was sending splashes of water over the edge of the jacuzzi and onto the floor. The sight of the Sepida in such rapture was the most beautiful and sensual thing Zane had ever seen. He changed his hold so that he supported most of Pip's weight with one arm while he used the other arm to gently squeeze and tug one of his lover's braids. "Gorgeous," he hissed. "Just...gorgeous." {"Zay, f-fuck yes,"} Pip babbled in his birth language. {"Pull my braids. Damn, when they teased me that I would never have anyone to yank on them, I thought they were crazy. Thought they were telling me stupid things. I mean that would hurt, but it feels so good when you do it. Doesn't hurt at all."} Pipolphi never stopped moving, meeting every thrust Zane gave him. {"Please, don't stop. Please, please, please."} "No idea what you're saying," Zane gasped as he began to angle his thrusts along the Sepida's prostate. "But, it sounds like these," He said as he took hold of two braids and gently squeezed and tugged them at the same time. "Must feel good." Pip keened in pleasure, risking holding on with only one hand so he could reach down and grip his own erection. He was so hard it almost hurt. Pip squeezed himself at the base, trying to make himself last. Even if it gave him an aneurysm, which seemed like a definite possibility with how the Sepida was feeling, it would be so very worth it. "I wonder," The human whispered. He continued to take different segments of braids to gently tug them. Then, he leaned down to gently take one of the braids between his teeth in a gentle bite. Pip squeaked, sucking in a breath. His body went rigid as the sensation of Zane's careful nip shot straight to his core. Pipolphi gripped himself tight, but it was no use. The orgasm ripped through him so violently that Zane had to let go of his gentle bite to avoid hurting his sweet little lover. Pipolphi keened as he spasmed around the hot, hard length spearing him. The Sepida finally had to let go of his own erection. When he did, he spilled into the swirling water. Zane's strong arms were the only thing that kept Pip from thoroughly dunking himself as the trembling alien control. "Pip!" Zane groaned, helpless to the rolling sensations that kept his flesh captive within the Sepida's depths. He followed the petite alien into bliss, shooting his release deep inside as he carefully held them both above the water. "A-Are you ok?" He asked. The question wasn't unfounded. Pipolphi was nearly boneless in the man's arms, eyes closed, his slender tentacles slowly uncoiling from their braids to wave in the bubbling water. Pip's skin was shifting from deep blue to alternating bands of deep lilac and pale green. His breaths were deep and shuddering as Pip tried desperately to blink his eyes open. Had Zane said something? "Hnnn?" was the best the wrung out alien could manage. Zane gently stroked the side of Pip's face. "Are you ok?" he asked again, softly. "Zay." Pip struggled to lift a hand to pat the man's cheek softly. "You did a good job. I think you deserve a balloon." The taller man couldn't help but laugh. "Honestly, Pip, I think the one who deserves a balloon is you," he admitted. "You deserve a lot more than just a balloon." Zane found a soft terry cloth to help clean them both up and then lifted the Sepida out of the water. He dried himself off and watched in fascination as the petite man rubbed at his own blue-green skin with just his hands. Pip didn't really need drying, not in the same way humans did. "Let's get some rest," the human suggested as he motioned towards the large hotel bed. "Can't walk," Pip said sleepily, blinking slowly and holding his arms out to Zane. "Help?" The gymnast didn't hesitate to lift the Sepida into his arms and carry him to bed.
  4. HinderToyBL

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    The Sepida was frozen, staring at a tank that took up most of one wall. Two sharks circled within, cutting smoothly through the water. Their eyes were like large, shiny, black buttons. Teeth filled their mouths so much that some stuck forward. The sign below them announced they were short-finned mako sharks. "Baby hasserack!" Pip said, his voice shaking as much as his body. His gaze darted around the room. "Where mommy? Mommy eat you! Baby mean. Bite, bite, bite anything moves. Mommy…Mommy big, big. Mommy grouchy." Pip was terrified. He hadn't even been that scared with the Hunnars chasing him down. Juvenile hasserack were crazy. They snapped at anything and everything. They even ate their own brothers and sisters. Their massive mother stayed with a brood until they lost their instinct to stay together and swam off to begin a more solitary life. The mother spent most of her time pushing her children apart to keep them from killing each other. The young's nippy tendencies didn't stop with their siblings or prey. They chomped their mother, as well, whenever she was close enough. The juvenile hasserack would then be roughly knocked away, which would curb their enthusiasm for biting their mother for only a short time. It left hasserack mothers more than slightly ill-tempered and more than happy to take those feelings out on anyone unlucky or foolish enough to wander near. "We're gonna need a bigger boat," Pip whispered. Pipolphi's eyes went to Zane, his sweet human, who was already so precious to him. The hasserack mother could come smashing through the glass at any moment. Pip couldn't let Zane get hurt. There were no Nubra here. The Sepida would have to lead the danger away. Pip stood straight and tall, pulling his hand from Zane's. The Sepida's skin swirled in a challenge display. Red to white, then orange to white, then red again. "Hasserack!" Pip said loudly, waving hands that were nearly lost in the long, drooping sleeves. Then the Sepida bolted from the room like his ass was on fire, arms still in the air, one of them still holding on to Zane's hand. "Pip!" Zane called out as he kept up with the Sepida's fast pace. They stopped when they reached a dead-end, one of the last exhibits, one featuring miscellaneous sea slugs and the other featuring exclusively nudibranchs. The tall human held the Sepida in his arms as he tried to calm him down. "Hey," he said softly. "It's ok. The sharks can't get to us through the glass…" Pipolphi nearly wept with relief when his saw the tank inhabitants. He muttered a heartfelt thanks to any god that might be listening. The Sepida tucked himself into a corner between two tanks with brightly-colored nudibranchs moving slowly inside, sliding over rocks and coral. Pip pulled Zane down to sit with him, pushing until they were safe between tanks of gayly-colored invertebrates. The human began to carefully rub Pip's back in small circles. "Are you ok?" He asked, the worried tone in his voice further pronounced as it fell an octave. Pip nodded so vigorously the hood spilled forward to hide his elfin face entirely, which seemed to have been cycling between gray and pink. The alien shoved the cloth back so he could see. "I'm not gonna die here," Pipolphi told the gymnast. "Hasserack piss pants see Tilly family." Pip pointed at a nudibranch in the tank next to him. It was black with bright reddish-orange spots. There were two black antennae… things on its head that were shaped oddly like rabbit ears. Two-thirds of the way down the little creature's body were two appendages that looked a bit like bushes or stubby trees with a wide trunk and feathery black on the tips instead of leaves. It was pretty if weird-looking. "The nudibranch?" Zane asked. "And who's this Tilly you keep going on about?" Pip nibbled his lip, his skin turning a pale creamy orange as he tried to find the right words in English. He finally ventured, singing softly, "Cuz you gotta have friends?" "Oh, so she's your friend?" the human mused aloud. "And the nudibranch reminds you of her…" For a moment, he simply held the Sepida to him. "Want to go back home?" "Go? No!" Pip clung to the gymnast's broad chest. "Stay. Safe here. Tilly family make hasserack scream like little girls and run away with their tail between their legs." He pointed to the floor in front of them. "Safe." He pointed to the exit of the room. "Chomp, chomp, chomp." "I promise that the sharks can't get to us," Zane vowed. "We won't be chomped. If we go now, we can be far, far away from them." "Sharks? No chomp?" The gymnast gave the Sepida what he hoped was a reassuring grin. "Sharks won't chomp," he affirmed. "Baby hasserack chomp. Mommy chomp." Pip frowned. "Why you have hasserack here? You people are nuts! Nuttier than a fruitcake!" "Well, over here the sharks have a purpose," the taller man tried to explain. "They are part of a food chain of nature...they provide balance." "Balance eat your face," Pip muttered. "Not here, they won't," Zane replied as he stood up and held a hand out to the Sepida. "Trust me." "No, stay here? See all pretty Tillies?" Pip looked hopeful, eyeing the tanks and wondering if they could get into any of them. Safest would be in the water with little Nubra climbing all over them. The Sepida sighed when he saw Zane's worried face, worried about Pip, not rampaging hasserack-No. Sharks. They weren't hasserack any more than the cuttlefish were Sepida or the little beings in the tanks above him were Nubra. Pip slumped, letting the hood hide his eyes. "Stupid is as stupid does," he murmured. The human knelt down to take hold of Pip's face in his hands. "Hey, it's not your fault. You're on a strange planet with animals that look like your kind but aren't. I'm beginning to think it was a bad idea to show you the main land…" "But, but, snow cones!" Pipolphi said indignantly, allowing himself to be drawn to his feet. Zane tugged Pip into a tight hug. "I think today we should definitely have you try some chocolates...Godiva, even," he murmured. "Might make you feel better." "Better than sex?" the Sepida asked, childlike wonder in his voice. "How about both, then?" Zane suggested. "You can judge for yourself." Pip changed his coloring to something more human and very nearly dragged his human from the aquarium. It was difficult for the alien to keep from flickering blue and yellow, but he held on. Pipolphi bounced on his bright flip-flops as Zane bought an assortment of chocolates from a sweet-smelling shop that was on the way to the dock with the jet-ski. The woman behind the counter gave a gentle, tinkling laugh at what she thought was a teenaged boy who was a bit on the small side. "Aren't you just the cutest?" the woman said as she finished putting together their bag of goodies. "I am cutest?" Pip asked, looking perplexed. "Yup, a cutie-pie," the woman said with a giggle, giving him a little, wrapped bonbon because she couldn't resist. She winked at Zane. "Watch out for your little brother. Pretty soon he's going to be beating the women off with a stick." She giggled again as Zane paid and waved goodbye as the small brass bell tinkled as they left. Pip held the chocolate in his hand but seemed to have forgotten it, for the moment. "Stick?" Pip asked, pointing to a scraggly bush nearby. "It's a figure of speech," Zane explained. "She just said you were handsome." Pip shook his head, grabbing Zane's hand to continue urging him to the dock. "Humans nuttier than a fruitcake," the human thought he heard Pipolphi say under his breath. Once the two of them mounted the jet-ski, Zane once again gently tugged Pip's arms around him. "Ready?" He asked. "Ready as I'll ever be!" Pip said excitedly, clinging to the gymnast's back and plastering himself as close as possible to his human. Zane couldn't help but grin like a giddy schoolgirl as they took off on the jet-ski and the Sepida clung harder to him. Pip wasn't scared this time. He was happy, exhilarated. He was clinging to his human hottie with the odd machine vibrating beneath him. Vibrating in a very distracting way. The sensation seemed to roll up from under him wherever he touched the jet-ski. It tingled against his calves, his thighs, and higher. Pip buried his face in Zane's back, moaning so softly it couldn't be heard over the roar of the motor. But, the human certainly felt the warmth behind him. When they got back, he lifted the Sepida into his arms as soon as they were indoors and gave him a kiss. "How are you feeling, Pip? Feel better?" "So better," the alien hummed, wrapping his arms around the big man. "Want you. Vroom thing makes me crazy." Zane chuckled. "The vibrations of the jet-ski?" He mused aloud. "Hmm, what exactly do you want of me Pip? Try telling me with words." "Hnnn," Pipolphi whined. "I wanna be on you," the Sepida began breathlessly, having trouble finding the phrases in English he needed. "Mmm, fuck like minks and live happily ever after?" Pip petted Zane's cheek and looked into his eyes. "You should be kissed, and often, by someone who knows how." Pip captured his human's lips and pressed his body close, frustrated by the clothes between them. "Mmm, yes, that's quite nice," Zane responded as he wrapped his arms around Pip, unwilling to let him move back. "Why don't we take some of that chocolate with us to the bedroom? Have you taste it there." "Yes," Pip cooed happily, then nuzzled under Zane's chin. "Love my Zay. Love, love." The human grinned widely as he once again lifted the Sepida into his arms, bridal style that time, and then walked them over to the bedroom. When he settled Pip down on the center of the bed, he fished for a decadent dark chocolate truffle from the bag and handed it to him. "Have a little taste while I get out of these clothes…" The treat wasn't wrapped, sitting in Pipolphi's palm. It was round and brown, smelling sweet with a tiny hint of bitterness. Pip hazarded a lick but didn't get much of a taste since it was too fast to melt any of the chocolate onto his tongue. It intrigued the Sepida, though. It didn't taste bad, so far. He didn't have any tingling or burning on his tongue, which seemed a good sign that he didn't have an allergy to chocolate. Pip hummed softly, enjoying the show of his human baring himself. All those lean, muscled lines that made Pipolphi's mouth water. The alien nipped a bit off the rounded side of the truffle, pretending he was nibbling the sweet curve of Zane's backside. Pip rolled the chocolate on his tongue, ready to spit it out if his body reacted badly. His eyes widened as the sweet began to melt, allowing the flavor to spread across his tongue. "Mmmmm," Pipolphi moaned softly. At the sound of Pip's melodious voice falling into sultrier tones, Zane's shaft quite literally hardened further before their very eyes, curving upwards along the way. "W-We should get you out of those clothes, as well…" he murmured aloud as he reached over to gently unzip the Sepida's hoodie. Pipolphi took a larger bite of the truffle, making soft yummy noises as he allowed his human to draw the sleeves down his arms. Zane pressed kisses to warm skin as it was revealed. There was the curve of a shoulder that flowed into the length of upper arm that became the bend of and elbow, then the forearm, the slender wrist, a palm, and delicate fingers. All drew the attention of the taller man's lips, causing Pip's head to fall back as rich sweetness seemed to bloom across his tongue. The Sepida hadn't realized he'd still been holding his human coloring but felt when it fell away. Pip had been holding such careful control of his chromatophores and iridophores that relaxing that control drew a gasp from his throat. His skin tingled pleasantly as it flowed with shades of blue that rippled over his flesh. "Beautiful," the human whispered in reverence as he finally managed to toss the hoodie aside. "Do you like the taste of chocolate?" he asked as he lifted the hem of Pip's tank up and pressed a kiss to his stomach. "I like chocolate," Pip hummed. "Love you," he added, popping the last of the chocolate in his mouth. He squirmed slightly, the pleasure in his mouth seeming to link with the touch of Zane's lips on his skin. It wasn't an unhappy movement, more like the delicious sensations bubbled out to his muscles and forced him to move. Zane couldn't help but smile wider when his fingers trailed along the Sepida's live hair as he tugged the shirt off. For a moment, it was as if they wanted to keep his hands in place. He kept one hand threaded within them, gently stroking the follicles as his other hand undid the string on Pip's pants. The little alien thrust his hips upward, ass lifting from the bed as the fabric pooled loosely around his body. His hardness was obvious, tenting the oversized shorts. The Sepida's hair tentacles wound around itself and Zane's fingers. It wasn't tight, not yet binding into a lascivious braid of arousal. The human wasted no time in tugging the pants off. With both of them free from clothes, he draped himself over the Sepida and sought Pip's lips. Every time he kissed the Sepida, he realized just how addicted he was to his warmth and touch. Pipolphi made soft, eager noises, holding as much of his lover as he could, though his arms didn't wrap far around the broad, muscled back. Their differences in height meant that while they were face to face, Pip's groin was well above Zane's. It didn't stop the Sepida from rubbing his hard length against the warm, muscled abdomen. "Zay," Pip gasped against the human's lips. As they pulled away, the human was left with a slight taste of the chocolate truffles that the smaller man had eaten but a moment before. "You taste far better than chocolates to me," Zane murmured as he gave a gentle nip to Pip's webbed ear. {"Zay, please. I want you,"} Pipolphi said in his native tongue. {"Want you to touch me. Make me feel…} His words broke off in a gasp as the human nibbled Pip's throat. For Zane, it was amazing how certain inflections in Pip's trilling came off just as wanton and sexy as any other language he'd ever heard. "No idea what you just said," He gasped as his hands slid up and down the Sepida's side, marveling at the changes in color. "But, I want to touch you all over...bury myself inside you…" "Inside," Pipolphi said with a gasp. His slender hand slipped between them to grasp Zane's hardened length. "Please… Inside." Zane felt his own shaft pulse against Pip's hand as if it were in complete agreement with the petite man. He nodded and quickly set about slicking the Sepida's entrance and making his way inside. Though he tried to do it slowly, the squirming of his partner did not make it an easy task. "Are you ok?" He asked worriedly when their movements caused him to slip in the rest of the way faster than he had intended. "Ok. Very, very ok," Pip assured. It had felt amazing. There had been a stretch, a pull, and then Pipolphi was deliciously full, so full. It made the Sepida's hair tentacles twist and writhe, twining together. Zane dove down for another kiss as relief coursed through him. Their first time had been a bit scary since Pip couldn't outright say that he wasn't injured or hurt. Things were different now that the gymnast had affirmations. The taller man gently grinded against his lover's prostate, which was larger than a human's, to see what sounds he could draw forth from the beautiful blue alien. Pipolphi squeaked and clung to his much bigger lover. A wanton, clicking trill fell from his lips, the tone ascending as Pip writhed in bliss. If the little alien hadn't been utterly lost in desire, he would have turned a mortified mustard color knowing that a nice Sepida boy, like Pip had always tried to be, could make such a naughty call. Luckily, Pipolphi didn't notice his lustful cries. His body felt heavy with pleasure, braids tight and wrapping across one of Zane's shoulders to join the Sepida's and legs in their efforts to be as close as possible to the well-muscled human. One of the gymnast's long arms easily reached up to cradle Pip's scalp, fingers digging and rubbing carefully into the skin. "Does it hurt when I do this?" He asked into one of the webbed ears. "Just how sensitive is your scalp?" He prompted as his fingers gently pinched the base of some of his hair strands and then stroked alongside them. Pipolphi turned a deep, rich sapphire, his body throbbing as he tightened down on Zane's, muscle contractions rippling up and down around the human's rigid length as Pip keened his pleasure, body thrumming with it. "Ok!" Pip shouted. "Yes, ok! More ok!" Zane would have laughed if he wasn't preoccupied with the sensations of the Sepida clinging to him in more ways than one. "Just let me know…" He insisted as he slowly pulled out and back in. "If there's anything you don't like, Pip. Just tell me 'no.'" That being said, he began to rock into the heated depths at a measured pace that almost immediately shifted into a faster rhythm. Pipolphi felt like he was losing his mind. His skin was so sensitive, every rub of Zane's warmth against his body sent bursts of pleasure straight to his core. Pip's length was achingly hard, slick with his own pre-come where it pressed against the gymnast's stomach. "Zay!" The Sepida's body flexed and rolled beneath Zane, slamming the human deeper, harder, and faster inside him as the little alien trilled and gasped beneath him. Once again, Zane became lost in their movements. He shifted his hold on the smaller man so that he could drive himself even deeper inside. As much as he tried his best not to be too rough, the human was no longer aware of just how hard he thrusted into the Sepida. Every trill and moan caused the gymnast to lose himself further and further into the rampant lust. The human's skin tingled deliciously where the seeds of the Sepida's pre-come streaked his tan skin. It seemed to heat up the human's skin, his blood. Pipolphi wailed, his body shuddering as, from one moment to the next, he came. It felt like his body turned molten with pleasure, and his vision went in streamers of white and gray. The little alien clung to Zane, holding tight as the orgasm seemed to go on and on. The human had never experienced such an intense release. Considering the fact that the odd couple had been making love frequently, Zane didn't think he had much of anything left. Yet, there he was, spurting every last drop into the Sepida as if Pip's body were a magnet. "Gods," Zane groaned as he heaved in breaths of air. He had a feeling that his next few orgasms would be dry ones. "Pip, you're amazing." Pipolphi hummed softly, happily. His fingers traced contented patterns on Zane's skin; invisible shapes meant to ward away evil and protect the person. The Sepida's skin tingled pleasantly where his own seed was smeared across skin that was fading from blue to green. Pip frowned, the green of his flesh still there but not as bright. If the Sepida's skin was tingling, he'd released a decent dose of aphrodisiac. Probably even in Pip's pre-come. Among the Sepida's people, the vigorous sex they'd had would satisfy the push of hormones and chemicals. Pipolphi wasn't sure about the people on this planet, though. There were some species that had a bad reaction to such amounts, even if not ingested. It had been beyond careless for Pip to lose control like that. He couldn't stop all release of aphrodisiac, but he could certainly limit it and did. All little Sepida were taught to do so. It limited accidental orgies or even injuries. Zane had taken Pip's control and shattered it like a dandelion puff caught in a hurricane. But it had felt so good, so right. Even if Pipolphi could do it over again, and hopefully he'd get the chance, Pip wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself better a second time. "Zay?" the little alien asked, rubbing his human's muscled shoulder. "I come all over the damn place. You… Hm. Hmm… You not gone crazy? Not going to fall upon me like a beast to steal virtue? Zay brainpan not cracked?" Zane frowned at Pip's choice of words. "Steal virtue?" He murmured to himself for a moment before realizing what the Sepida meant. "Oh, you mean the aphrodisiac?" He looked down at the mess the two of them made. "I feel ok. I mean, I came harder than usual, and it felt fantastic. But, it doesn't feel like I'm on Viagra or anything. We could go another round if you wanted to, but we could also take a nap instead, so, I guess that's normal for me." The Sepida blinked his liquid, turquoise eyes slowly, trying to work through Zane's words. The gymnast seemed alright. It was hard for Pip to tell since they weren't the same species. The buff human certainly didn't seem to be having a severe reaction. That made Pipolphi feel quite a bit better. However, the little alien had a responsibility. Pip had accidentally dosed Zane. The Sepida wouldn't leave the poor human wanting if the effects of Pip's pesky natural chemicals left Zane in need. "Need more ok, Zay?" Pipolphi asked sweetly, cupping Zane, not entirely soft yet, in his small hand. A sensual smile formed on the taller man's face. "Sure, I could go for one more round," He admitted as he gave the Sepida a rather lurid kiss. "What about you, Pip? Do you want to continue?" "Continue," Pipolphi purred, rolling the word on his tongue, stretching it into something exotic with his unusual accent. The Sepida smiled, thinking that it was hardly a chore to bring his human lover pleasure again to relieve Zane's need. Pip had a passing thought that he should feel bad about accidentally drugging his lover. The other man didn't seem upset, though. On the contrary, the human seemed happy. It made Pip's skin swirl in shades of blue as the alien's slender fingers stroked up and down Zane's length. Zane shook his head. "Oh, no...not just me," He urged as he shifted them so that the Sepida sat on his lap and he was able to take hold of Pip's shaft, as well. "What would you like, Pip? I could bottom for you if you'd ever wish it." "Bottom?" the Sepida asked, patting his own deliciously curved backside as his skin swirled with shades of questioning yellow. "Though I guess I'd have to explain to you what a condom is and how to use it first…" Zane mumbled aloud as he thought. "In any case, however you want to do it, I'm up for it. So, what do you think?" Pip was having trouble deciphering Zane's English, so he went back to the one word he was pretty sure he understood. Especially when he could feel how hard his human was again. Pipolphi slid from Zane's lap onto his hands and knees in front of the bigger man. The Sepida curved his back, practically presenting his ass to Zane. "Bottom?" Pip asked, gazing at the gymnast over his shoulder, hints of aroused blue edging the swirls of yellow painting the alien's skin. The Adam's apple on Zane's neck bobbed as he swallowed hard. The mere sight of the Sepida in that position seemed to cause more blood to flow south than he could have imagined. "Right. Yes," he responded as he moved to kneel between the petite man's legs. "I'll explain reverse positions another time." The human wasted no time in working his way back into the Sepida's heated entrance. One of his large hands slid up Pip's curved spine until his entire arm was all but engulfed in colorful, active hair strands. "So beautiful…" he muttered aloud. He couldn't help but marvel at the shifting colors that created different patterns all the time. Beautiful. Pip knew that word. It seemed a perfect description for what they were doing, what they were together. It was in the sensation of Zane filing him, the touch of warm skin, the emotions and pleasure that played out in dancing colors on the Sepida's skin. It was beautiful. "Yes," Pip agreed in his soft, lilting voice, then shoved his body back, taking all of Zane deep and hard. As the two of them began yet another dance in discovering more about one another's bodies, not many other words were exchanged between them vocally. The words were, instead, communicated through their movements, their moans, and the sharing of pleasure. At some point in their activities, Zane tugged the Sepida against the front of his chest so that the two of them were in a kneeling position. He continued to piston into the Sepida's warmth as one of his hands kept Pip in place against his chest, and the other took hold of the alien's already familiar shaft to stroke it along the way. "Zay!" Pip gasped, rolling his body sinuously, taking the thick length deeper inside him, and then thrusting into Zane's wonderful grasp. Over and over, until he lost the rhythm. Pipolphi shuddered, crying out as he spilled himself into his human's stroking hands. The Sepida controlled his body, keeping himself from giving his lover another dose of aphrodisiac. After the initial warmth of the spray of the Sepida's seed on his hand, the tingling inner sensation that Zane had felt previously did not accompany it. Later on, he would wonder why and when Pip's body released those aphrodisiac chemicals. But, at that moment, his mind was blissfully clear of anything other than the pleasure of releasing deep inside his lover. "Pip!" the human hissed as he came. That particular time, he didn't release as much fluid as usual. If he were to compare his current orgasm to the last one, he knew the previous one to be more intense and less controlled. But, the intensity level didn't matter to him as much as the intimacy of holding the Sepida against him. The warmth shared between them was irreplaceable to him. Pipolphi went limp in his lover's arms, eyelids fluttering over those alien, pupil-less turquoise orbs. "Zay," Pip said softly, beginning to fall asleep before Zane had a chance to lower the colorful alien to the blankets. "Love, Zay," the Sepida whispered, his breathing becoming slow and even as he passed out trustingly in his human's arms. Zane felt as if a hand had gently squeezed his heart at the soft confession. He pressed a kiss to the top of the Sepida's head and rearranged them both so that they laid down more comfortably. Once there, with the warmth of the petite man against him, the gymnast couldn't deny that he felt the same. "Love you too, Pip," he whispered before closing his eyes to also rest.
  5. HinderToyBL

    07

    Zane grew increasingly nervous as he helped the Sepida into clothes for the first time. He didn't bother with any underwear. He opted for a pair of soft, drawstring shorts instead. They reached past the petite alien's knees to the point that they appeared like capris. His smallest tank top made up his shirt and the human felt as if he were dressing a child when he finally managed to get the hoodie on him. "There...this will make it easier to hide should anyone get too close of a glance," Zane voiced aloud. Half of him was frightened for Pip, should they be caught. The other half wanted to show him a good time. "This isn't a date," he whispered to himself as if to remind himself of it. "A date?" Pipolphi said guilelessly, his pupil-less, liquid turquoise eyes gazing up at the human, wriggling his body as though trying to settle the cloth more comfortably. "A date is when an established couple go out to have fun together or to spend time with one another," Zane responded as he tried to explain. "The couple spends time figuring out where to go and what to do...but, a date is not supposed to be dangerous like what we're about to do." "Mayhaps, discretion is the better part of valor?" Pip asked uncertainly, wringing the hem of the shirt in his small hands. The Sepida's skin lost its human coloring and rolled in orange waves. "Don't worry, I'll protect you," the human insisted with a smile. "You should really peek around at this place before you leave, in case you never return. Besides, there are some very delicious things I want you to taste." "Chocolate is better than sex?" Pip said, parroting a phrase that his computer had downloaded into him from some movie. He didn't know what chocolate was, but the bits floating in his head told him it was something to eat. The Sepida couldn't imagine any food being better than sex with Zane. The food must either be very good or his human was a sensual genius. Pip would believe it. The human was just that sexy. Pipolphi smiled, the orange fading to the buttery yellows of curiosity with small bursts of happy green. He went on his tip-toes and tilted his head up, inviting a kiss from the much taller man. The petite Sepida would have to climb Zane to get a kiss if the human didn't bend down to him. Not that Pip would have minded climbing Zane. It sounded like a delightful activity. Zane chuckled as he leaned down to press a firm kiss to the Sepida's lips. "You'll soon find out," he admitted. "Just be careful of your color changes while we're out," he warned as he motioned towards the shift in colors displayed on Pip's visible hands and lower legs. "Are you ready?" Pipolphi nodded. The yellows and greens were chased away by a human tan. When it got to the long, thin tentacles on his head, the color became a warm brown. Up close, the Sepida didn't look quite human. There was something in the curve of his cheek, the bones of his face, that weren't quite right for a human. Adding the huge blue-green eyes with no pupils made him look like some fae creature. Lovely, enchanting, but not human. If no one looked close, however, it would probably work. Pip held his arms out at his side. "I'm ready for the ball?" he asked. Zane took hold of one of Pip's hands and led him out towards the dock, where he had a jet-ski ready secured on a platform. He lowered the jet-ski into the water and mounted it, urging the Sepida to clamber on behind him. He wrapped Pip's arms around him. "We're going to be moving a little fast across the surface of the water," the human warned Pip. "I need you to hold onto me securely, ok?" "Hold like when hide?" Pip asked, squeezing tight like a clinging baby monkey and nuzzling his face between Zane's shoulder blades. The human gulped hard as he gently covered one of the Sepida's hands with his own. "Oh, how you make me want to take a longer route…" he mumbled as he started up the motor and the two of them zipped off towards the main land. Pip squeaked and clung tighter, his thighs tightening and his head tentacles drew forward to wrap around Zane's shoulders and upper arms. The Sepida struggled to hold onto his coloring, his skin tingling as he fought the inclinations of his chromatophores and iridophores. As the moments stretched and Pip didn't die, a wild grin pulled his lips. He burbled in delight, not caring that the wind stung his eyes or yanked on his clothes, making them feel even more uncomfortable. It felt like flying. Zane carefully docked the ski jet and helped Pip dismount it, making sure to readjust the clothing so that the Sepida was mostly covered once more. "Are you ok?" He asked in concern. Pip stood there, legs wobbling, feeling as boneless as his other form. Zane held out his arms, ready to catch the little alien if he fell. Pipolphi looked out at Zane from the abundant folds of the hoodie. Pip's face was shadowed, his eyes striking and luminous, the sight taking Zane's breath. Then the Sepida moved, smiling wide and flinging himself into Zane's arms and hugging tight. He let go with one arm to point enthusiastically at the jet-ski. "These go to eleven!" Pipolphi chirped, still grinning like a loon. "Yes, something like that," Zane responded with a chuckle. He led them both over to the street, where two rows of shops were lined on either side. On weekends, the area was full of everyone from tourists to locals milling about. But, on a weekday, there weren't too many people around. "Let's go here, first." He gently urged as he took hold of Pip's hand once more and led him towards a cart with an umbrella overhead. The vendor sold the best snow cones Zane ever had. "Two piraguas please," Zane ordered. "One strawberry and one pineapple." "Yes, sir!" The aged man behind the cart responded as he promptly piled two paper cones high with shaved ice and then doused them both with the different flavored syrups before handing them over to Zane. The tall human paid the vendor and then held the snow cones in front of Pip. "Which one do you want to try first?" He asked. Pip leaned forward, sniffing a brightly colored contents that looked like a mountain over the little paper cone. He leaned back, rubbing his chilled nose and pointed at the pinkish-red ice. "The cold never bothered me, anyway," Pip announced, looking excited about the snack. Zane grinned, giving the petite alien a kiss on the cheek before taking a bite out of his pineapple snow cone. "Don't eat too much at once, it's cold." Pip mimicked Zane, taking his own bite. Every head in the area turned when Pipolphi let out a happy, if somewhat loud, trill. "Cold! I like cold!" Pip looked thoughtful. "Mmm, not better than sex." The man at the cart snorted. The gymnast couldn't help but grin. "Try some of this one, too," he prompted. "You share cone of snow?" Pip beamed. "Trusty!" The Sepida took a small, delicate bite of the pineapple flavored ice, his eyes on Zane. Pipolphi gave a delighted burble and shoved his snow cone in Zane's face. "I trusty!" Pip urged. "Let it snow, Zay." Zane took a bite out of Pip's snow cone in return, pleased that the Sepida seemed to enjoy it. "Let's walk around while we finish eating these," he suggested. "Okily-dokily," Pip said happily, taking another bite of his yummy snack. The alien's feet were bare, which kept them from going into some of the shops. He had the shirt, as oversized as it was, but no shoes. Therefore, no service. Zane found a little stand that sold sunglasses, flip flops, keychains, and hats. Even the smallest women's flip flops were too large. Pip ended up with a pair of rainbow flip flops with hearts on the straps. The alien cooed at them happily, wiggling his toes. It felt funny. Pip adored them. When they were away from prying eyes, the Sepida wanted to see if he could turn himself rainbow with ruby hearts. He wondered if Zane would like it. With the sandals on his feet, Pip and Zane were able to walk into the shops. Pipolphi saw humans of all shapes, sizes, and colors. He was fascinated by the children. The adults were amazing to the alien as well. "Different. All different," Pip whispered to Zane as a group of adults walked past. There were both men and women. It was a bit difficult for Pip to tell the men from the women, at first. They all looked so different, it was distracting. Zane gave him some tips. Most women had breasts, which Sepida women also had, but Pip wasn't accustomed to seeing them covered in clothes and the size variation in human breasts was confusing. Sepida women didn't all look alike, but the differences were more in coloring than shape and size. Men were the same. Nubra had plenty of variation in size and shape, but Pip thought of the Nubra more as individuals. It was common to think of an unfamiliar Nubra simply as that, a Nubra he didn't know well. Pip would notice the person's coloring and features, but there wasn't much thought about gender unless their genitalia was eye-catching. Pip had a thought that it was funny that with his people, who ran around naked all the time, he thought about gender less than with the humans who seemed to compulsively cover themselves to varying degrees. It made Pipolphi peer around him, sniff the air, then look up into sky with its shining sun. "Wind, sky, bright in sky," Pip pointed at the golden circle of the sun above them. "Danger? Hide from in clothes? Will hurt? Die?" "Oh, yes, we wear clothes to protect from the elements. If we're in the sun too long without protection, we end up sick from either dehydration or skin cancer…" Zane explained. "So, more 'hurt' than 'die.' And that reminds me! Let me know when you need more water." "Such a nice boy," Pip said, reaching up to pat the human's cheek in a grandmotherly way. It made Zane laugh, with the little alien smiling in front of him in the taller man's oversized clothes and rainbow flip flops. The gymnast's heart gave a squeeze in his chest and he took a deep breath. He was falling hard and fast for his unexpected guest. "Water?" Pip said, licking dry lips. "Please?" "Yes, hold on," the human replied as he rushed towards a fridge and bought them a couple of water bottles. When he returned, a slight blush was still visible on his face. As much as he tried to will the sight of the Sepida's tongue licking his lips, the image kept replaying in his head. He opened one of the bottles and handed it to Pip before taking a sip from his own. The Sepida took an eager gulp and nearly choked on the ice cold liquid. He'd expected the cold from the snow cone. The water at Zane's had been cold from the pitcher in the fridge, but this was even colder. If he hadn't had right control of his coloring, he would have flashed white with surprise. Pip blinked at the bottle, his head tentacles reacting, lifting the hood slightly. Zane didn't get a chance to ask what was wrong before Pip burbled softly and took another gulp that made his teeth tingle and his tentacles rub against the fabric of his hood. "Mmmmm," Pip hummed happily. The other man let out a sigh of relief. For a moment, he thought that the water had been contaminated or worse. "Let's go do a little more sightseeing, shall we?" he prompted as he took hold of the Sepida's hand again and the two of them walked out of the store. People didn't seem to pay much mind to Pip. If they thought it odd he was buried in clothes that drowned and hid him, no one said anything about it or looked at him overly long. People seemed to see what they wanted to see, what they expected. No one expected a cute little camouflaged alien in borrowed clothes and kid's sandals. It was a huge relief to Zane. And he'd only had to warn Pip twice that he was turning green and once that the Sepida's tentacles were trying to escape the hood. Pip tugged at Zane's hand, trying to pull him forward. The tall human allowed himself to be led, a soft smile on his face at how excited Pip served to get about nearly everything. It was like seeing the world through new eyes. And the alien wanted to know about all of it. What is it? What does it do? Can I touch it? The last question was important to Pip. Sepida were an intensely tactile species and just as curious. Zane thought it was a sense as important as sight or hearing to his alien. Pip seemed to need to feel things. And when the Sepida wasn't trailing those slender fingers over all the new sights he could reach, Pip was touching Zane. It was nothing that could be considered inappropriate in public, but the petite alien seemed to touch and pet Zane without even realizing it. "What is it?" Pip asked happily, looking at a large window that was actually the clear wall of a large fish tank. Pip pressed his face to the glass, still holding Zane's hand. "It's an aquarium," Zane explained. "It's a place where injured sea animals are treated before they're returned to the ocean. Would you like to go in?" Pip didn't really understand, except for the last sentence. "Let us in!" the Sepida chirped and nodded, pressing on the glass and running his fingers over the edges as though looking for a way to open it. The gymnast laughed and led Pip to the entrance. Once inside, Zane paid for their admission and led the Sepida further in. Many sea animals were seen through the glass. The human noted several different species of seahorses, rays, octopi… "Sepida?" Pip squeaked, scurrying over to a massive tank along one wall. He peered inside, talking to himself in his own language. There was a diver inside, a group of cuttlefish bobbing around him. They looked a bit like squishy, red-brown footballs with a fun on each side that looked like a diaphanous, waving fringe. The heads were blocky, with wide eyes holding w-shaped pupils. Most had their tentacles held together or slightly splayed. The diver held up a large card with a symbol that was hard to make out from their angle. All the cuttlefish turned bluish-black, swam upward, then quickly returned to the diver. He gave each of them a small fish, which was quickly grabbed and devoured. When the group had settled again, another card was held up. This time, they flashed white and swam in a circle before returning for their reward. Zane glanced at the large sign next to the tank. GIANT CUTTLEFISH: SEPIA APAMA In smaller letters, it explained that these cuttlefish were rescued from poachers wanting to sell them as pets. Circumstances prevented them from returning to the wild and had been given to the small island's aquarium to care for. The animals were taking part in a university-sponsored research project exploring their intelligence. Then it talked a bit about their natural environment and habits. "They are called cuttlefish, Pip," Zane pointed out. "They have only one form, the form they are currently in. Though similar, they are not Sepida." "Had worried they sick and stuck in the slammer, the big house, up the river, the pokey…" Pipolphi pressed his face back to the glass. "The crowbar hotel." The Sepida spoke softly, cooing to the cuttlefish in his musical language, before looking back to Zane. "Not sick? Not bad?" "No, on the contrary, they're taking care of them here at the aquarium," Zane explained with a smile. "They even have a new job." "What is job?" Pip cocked his head. "Workin' nine to five? What a way to make a livin'?" "In our world, we began exchanging goods through trading from one area to another. One food or resource was exchanged for another from region to region. A job is work that we put in for a mutual exchange," Zane tried his best to elaborate. "For example, the cuttlefish are being cared for by the aquarium staff...in exchange for that care, they participate in a research project for students. Did you notice that after every movement they performed with cards, they were fed?" "Like snow cone." Pip nodded. "Good." The alien hugged his human around the middle. "Thank you for explain me, kind sir." He smiled up at the big man. "See more the things?" "Yeah, let's keep going," Zane agreed. "There are many more fish to see." The gymnast had been through the aquarium several times. It wasn't big or fancy. It was clean, but the floors were simple, polished concrete. The whole place could have used a new coat of paint. But the glass of the tanks were clear and sparkling, the creatures within them as comfortable as they could be made to be. The island was between tourist rushes, leaving them mostly alone in the cool dimness where the light came mostly from the tanks on display, set into the walls. Pip went from one to another and sometimes back again. He cooed, trilled, and made clicking noises interspersed with his alien language and movie-based English. The Sepida was amazed at the creatures he saw that were similar to some on his planet. The alien learned a new phrase: convergent evolution, which explained how animals from completely different solar systems could end up so similar. Pip was especially taken with a small tank, tucked into a corner wall, filled with tiny seahorses. There was no creature he knew of from his home like the odd little animals. Zane was delighted, enchanted by the sparkle in Pipolphi's strange, expressive eyes. They came to a place in the corridor that split several ways and Pip seemed to choose a path at random, leading his human by the hand. They were in the middle of the room when Zane sensed something was wrong. Pip's small fingers gripped Zane's tighter and the human felt a shudder wrack his lover's smaller body. When Zane looked down, every inch of the Sepida had turned a terrified ebony, as though Pip had been dipped in ink. "Pip? What's wrong?" Zane questioned, concerned. "What is it?" "Hasserack," the alien said in a hissing whisper.
  6. HinderToyBL

    The Little Lion

    "He looked pretty into you. He didn't even try to make stupid excuses to Uncle Al, even though he was about to get punched out." "Yeah, after all that, though..." Amshel replied with a sigh. "I doubt he'd want anything more to do with me." "Hey, don't say that." Felix threw an arm around the taller teen. "Anybody'd be lucky to have you. If he doesn't, he's an idiot." "So...will you help me pick out clothes that at least make me attractive for tonight?" Amshel asked. "Hell yeah!" Felix grinned. "You're gonna look so hot his eyeballs will melt!" :: Before the mixed Nightmare knew it, evening had fallen and it was time to head to the pizzeria. He wore clothes that were fancier than he would have normally worn on a date, but he didn't question Felix's judgment. As he entered the parlor, it wasn't hard to find his blind date. He was the only unicorn there with the lightest color hair. "H-Hey, I'm Amshel," the mixed Nightmare greeted as he approached. The fair-haired Unicorn stood and bowed formally. He was dressed as though he was ready to visit a king, making Shel's outfit seem downright casual in comparison. His crisp shirt was snowy white with a silver satin vest over it. His jacket was a deep gray velvet, bringing out the flawless cream of his skin. He was a similar height to Amshel, with long graceful limbs and a heart-shaped face. "I am Pennicola Gale Ondais, seventh in line to the throne of Peraza, cousin to Prince Winter of Peraza." He straightened, giving Amshel a warm smile. "I'm honored to meet you." The Unicorn's pale sapphire eyes twinkled. "Please, call me Penni." Amshel nervously shook the boy's hand. Though they were both the same age, the Unicorn seemed way more mature. "Um, friends call me Shelly," he responded before having a seat. "L-Listen Penni, I know our parents have this whole crazy idea about us going out together. But, I kind of have a big crush on someone else right now..." Penni stiffened, glancing quickly to see if anyone was nearby. No one was. He gestured for Amshel to sit, taking his own chair when the mixed Nightmare had done so. "You don't wish for us to see if we are compatible for a romantic relationship?" the Perazan asked. The mixed Nightmare tried not to gape at the words coming out of the Perazan's mouth. He shook his head. "I have someone else in mind..." Pennicola's perfect posture melted, causing him to relax in his chair. He peeked around once more before turning back to Amshel. "To be honest, I'm in the same predicament," the Unicorn admitted. "You are?" Amshel asked, eyes wide. He then broke out in a smile. "Wow, our parents sure have rotten timing, huh?" "I am so very sorry, Shelly," Penni said earnestly. "I had no desire to mislead you. My parents... They don't approve of my choice and refuse to give their blessing. The one I want knows how important my family is to me and refuses to fully claim me without their approval." He sighed softly. "I was told, in no uncertain terms, that if I refused to meet with you, I would be immediately returned to Peraza. Likely to be locked up with my uncle, who would keep me firmly under his thumb. I apologize for misleading you by accepting this date. I simply didn't know what else to do." Amshel's eyes widened even further. "You mean the person you're with right now lives here in Zirao Zion?" He wondered aloud. Penni leaned forward, a dreamy look swirling in his eyes. "His name is Renke, Renke Ruzzier, and he is simply the most wonderful and desirable man I have ever had the pleasure to know." The Unicorn smiled sweetly. "What is your lover's name?" "He's not my- I mean I'd like him to be..." Amshel tried to explain. "Anyway, his name is Simon." "Tell me about him?" Pennicola requested. "Oh, he's beautiful," Amshel described. "He's actually about six years older than me, but he was very considerate of my first time and..." the Nightmare trailed off as he remembered. "My uncle and my family don't seem to trust him." "I'm very sorry. That sounds terrible for you." Penni reached out to pat Amshel's hand. "Do you think him trustworthy?" "Yes," Amshel replied softly. "I want nothing more than to have him as my mate...if he'd ever accept me." "Why would he not?" the Unicorn asked kindly, squeezing Shelly's hand gently. "I don't know you well, I must admit. However, you seem like a good person. I get a feeling for these things and I'm rarely wrong." The mixed Nightmare gave the Unicorn a shaky smile. "I sure hope so..." he whispered. Penni squeaked in surprise as a large form suddenly appeared before them. "Amshel," Simon struggled not to shout as he glared at the pale hand holding Shelly's. "May I have a word?" Before the mixed Nightmare had a chance to respond, he found himself yanked away from the shocked Perazan and practically carried off. In moments, they were in the relative privacy of the shadowed alley behind the restaurant. Amshel's heart nearly beat itself right out of his chest as he regarded the taller Nightmare. "S-Simon..." he practically moaned. And then, he forgot how to speak the following moment. "Shelly, please." Simon pressed the teen's back to the cool brick wall, his body against the smaller boy's front. "I had to see you." The Nightmare's fingertips ghosted across Amshel's cheekbones before burying themselves in his dark purple hair. "I was going to the Montcroix estate when I saw you holding hands with that...that pasty, pale fop. I couldn't stand it." Amshel frowned as he worked hard to form the words he needed to say to him. "I wanted to see you, too...I wanted to apologize for b-being the kind of clingy Maiden you usually avoid. I didn't mean to push you that hard..." Simon froze, blinking several times before he spoke. "What are you talking about? I never thought you were clingy." He grinned nodding to their position. "I seem to be the clingy one here. And what do you mean about pushing me?" A blush blossomed on the younger man's face. "Pushing you to stay with me a-and to t-take me..." he clarified as he glanced down at the ground, unable to look Simon in the eye. "Fuck, Shelly." Simon pressed his hips forward, causing the hard bulge that had grown in his trousers from the moment he'd touched the teen to grind rather obviously against Amshel's groin. "Does it seem like I need much pushing? You make me want you so badly." The mixed Nightmare's body began to respond almost immediately. He bit his lower lip as a few whimpers escaped his lips. "I'd like nothing more than for you to have me," he pleaded, his purplish-pink eyes darkening as they peered up at Simon. "Right here and now if you wish." "Be careful, little lion." Simon leaned down to nip at the teen's earlobe. "I can and will fuck you against this wall. I left my home with hope in my heart and a vial of lubricant in my pocket. So, be certain it's what you desire." "Yes!" Amshel responded a little too loudly and a little too eagerly. He lowered his voice as he blushed harder. "Y-yes, please." "Show me how much you want it," Simon demanded, his gaze hot. "Unbutton your pants and pull them down just enough so I can get to that amazing ass of yours, baby." The mixed Nightmare quickly complied, shoving everything down to his knees and turning around. He peered over his shoulder. "Please, Simon," he begged. "Fuck," Simon choked out, his hands dropping to grope and squeeze the smooth, warm flesh of Amshel's ass. "You make me feel like an over-excited fifteen year-old about to cum in his pants. But I think I'd much rather cum in you," He growled, pulling a small bottle out of his pocket and pouring half the contents over his fingers. The slick liquid was warm as Simon parted Shelly's cheeks and found his entrance. The Nightmare kissed the side of Amshel's throat as he pushed two fingers inside, wishing he could go slower, but knowing they didn't have time. Someone could come across them at any moment. Amshel tilted his head, exposing more of his throat to the older Nightmare. "I'd very much like it if you came in me," he confessed. "It felt so good the first time. So warm..." Simon's cock throbbed, feeling as though his pants were choking him. "Damn, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen," the Nightmare rumbled, reaching down to unbuckle his belt as he thrust his fingers inside Amshel, doing his best to begin stretching and preparing the boy. "We haven't done it this way yet..." Amshel realized as he spread his legs a little further. "Do you plan to take me in all three forms?" He pondered aloud. It was childish to hope for more than their current encounter, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to see him again. "Gods, yes," Simon groaned, adding another finger and working them in and out of the teen's tight hole. "And in every position I can twist your body into on every available surface I can find." "Thank goodness I'm flexible," Amshel snickered. A moment later, he felt Simon's fingers brush up against an area that gave him a jolt. "Oh!" he keened. "Mmm, there it is," Simon purred, exploiting that spot ruthlessly with his fingertips as he freed his eager cock. "Simon!" The mixed Nightmare whimpered as he tried to shove back against the fingers, eager to have them continue stroking him in that area. "Want m-more...please. Just please fill me." "You want my cock in you, little lion?" Simon asked, his voice husky with lust as he withdrew his hand and teased the teen's opening with the head of his hard member. "Stretch you out and make you scream my name while I pound you into the brick?" Amshel took in a shuddering breath and, unable to will himself to speak, simply nodded desperately and braced his hands harder against the brick wall. "Then be sure to speak up quick and clear if I'm going to fast," Simon warned, pushing inside Shelly's tight heat. The dark-eyed Nightmare groaned. "Fuck, baby, so tight. You feel so good, better than anything I've ever known before." Simon buried his face in the crook of Amshel's neck, taking in his sweet scent as he worked himself inside the younger man. The Nightmare watched for any signal of discomfort; a pained breath, a flinch, or a reflexive tightening of the boy's muscles. None came. When Simon had sheathed himself halfway, congratulating himself on his care and patience, Amshel let out a needy moan. The noise seemed to twist down Simon's spine, causing his hips to slam forward, burying himself suddenly and fully inside the teen. Everything felt more than a bit tighter than the first time. Though the stretch burned a bit, it was a new sensation to the mixed Nightmare. When Simon slid down to the hilt with a sudden motion, he gasped. It felt so damn good that the stimulus tipped him over the edge and he came hard. "Annh!" He cried as burst after burst of his cum splattered on the wall in front of him. With another raspy breath, he peered over his shoulder with an apologetic expression. "I'm s-sorry, I just couldn't..." "Gods, you're amazing," Simon praised, peppering the boy's cheek with kisses. "So sensitive, responsive. You feel like heaven when you tighten around me, I nearly came, myself." Amshel felt a pleasant shiver rolling down his body along with instant relief. "Th-then, please continue," he pleaded as he grinded back against him. His own shaft gave a twitch or two as it still recovered from its earlier release, but he still wanted more. A little voice in the back of Simon's mind warned him to go slow, that his sweet young lover was likely rather sensitive after his orgasm. He tried, he really did. He was able to manage two slow, careful thrusts before Amshel pushed back into him and made another deliciously needy whimper. Then, Simon was moving fast and hard, pumping into the teen's velvety heat. His belt buckle rattled with every pounding thrust, a musical chime that increased in tempo. He nibbled and sucked at the boy's throat, raising marks that left a feeling of deep satisfaction within him. Simon knew he wouldn't last long. Amshel really did turn him into some green teenager. The Nightmare slipped his hand forward to catch the younger man's erection, slick with his own cum, and began pumping it in time to the music of his clicking belt buckle. Simon's shaft felt like it was reaching deep inside places Amshel didn't even know he had. With every hard thrust, he felt as if his inner walls were molding and conforming to the older Nightmare's flesh. Some of the burn was still there, but the pleasure covered it and blanketed it around his entire body. Everything felt sensitive to the touch. So, when the other man began to mark his throat, Amshel was already nearing the edge. By the time that he felt the large, warm hand encase his member, the mixed Nightmare was gone. He came copiously all over Simon's palm and fingers, the seed dripping down between the digits onto the ground below. "S-Simon...nnh," Amshel keened as his knees began to feel weak. Strong arms wrapped around the teen's middle and Amshel found himself lifted from the ground in Simon's eager haste. His thrusts became quick and rough as the Nightmare's breathy grunts filled the alley. He slammed himself deep, one final time, shouting Amshel's name as the teen felt the man's heat fill him as his cock jerked deep inside him. They were both panting when Simon let Amshel's feet touch the cobbles beneath them, his arm continuing to hold up the boy's trembling body. Shelly gasped as Simon withdrew, blushing hard when the Nightmare pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to gently clean the younger man. Simon turned the teen in his arms, letting the wall support Amshel as he tidied the younger man as best he could before pulling up Shelly's pants and buttoning them, not bothering with his own. He pressed his forehead to Amshel's, their crests tingling pleasantly as they came in contact. "Shel," Simon began, but seemed to lose his thought and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss. ::: Renke glanced down at his phone once again. Though he loved Pennicola's honesty, the truth still stung quite a bit. It wasn't that he didn't trust the lovely Maiden royal, he simply didn't trust others around him. When the Nightmare couldn't take it any longer, he got dressed and pocketed his mobile device before making his way over to the pizzeria. He wanted to see for himself just who his new rival was for Penni's affection. He saw no sign of the Unicorn inside the restaurant, so he began to look around and caught sight of pale platinum locks around the corner. As he approached, he caught Penni staring avidly into a dark alley. "Watcha lookin' at, luv?" Renke prompted as he approached. He wore a soft gray hoodie with a leather vest over it, a pair of tight jeans, and black boots. Penni squeaked and straightened so quickly he lost his balance, tumbling forward into the alley. He clenched his pale blue eyes tight as the ground rushed up to meet him. Instead of smashing into the cobbles, however, he found himself wrapped safely in strong, muscular arms. "Ren!" Penni yelped, his eyes darting to the side to see Amshel's lover quickly shove Shelly behind him and buckle his pants. "I wasn't...there's nothing...how are you doing today?" Renke raked the back of his fingers down the side of the Unicorn's cheek as he looked him over. "Gotta be more careful, you know?" He insisted. "Why's it I always find ya in dark alleys n' dangerous situations?" "Well, I wasn't actually in the alley this time," Penni said meekly, leaning into the man's touch. "And I was just...checking on my friend." "What's going on here?" Simon demanded from further in the alleyway, Amshel peeking from behind him. Renke raised a brow and stood to his full height, which was about an inch taller than Simon. "That's what I'd like to know...is this him, Penni? Your blind date?" "What's it to you?" Simon snapped, eyeing the hold the brute had on the young Perazan, concerned the situation could turn ugly fast. Simon wasn't any fan of the Unicorn who'd thought he could go on a date with his Shelly, but he didn't want to see the guy get hurt by some thug. "I think it's time you let the kid go." "Eeeeh?" Renke drawled as he draped an arm over Penni's shoulder and wrapped his other arm around the Unicorn's waist. "Hate to break it to ya,' but Penni here's promised to save himself for me." "Oh, I, ah..." Pennicola blushed prettily, a soft pink blooming across his cheek. "It's quite alright, Simon was it? I rather like it when he grabs me. More than half the time it saves me from something unpleasant. The other half...well...I must admit to encouraging him, since I like his arms, especially when they're around me. So, thick and strong and...I'm going to stop talking now. Hello, Shelly. How is everything going for you?" The mixed Nightmare gaped at the different colors Penni began to change. Though they had just met, it was strange to see the Unicorn so out of sorts instead of composed and mature as he was moments ago. "Simon, this is Pennicola of Peraza and his intended, Renke," he introduced. "Simon wasn't Penni's blind date. I was. But, as you can see, I have my sights set on Simon..." Renke tilted his head as he regarded the little thing. "Hmm, though you're cute as a button, I don't think you're strong enough to protect Penni," he mused out loud. "Ren," the Perazan grumbled, trying to sound serious but ending up just seeming adorable. It would probably help if he could stand on a chair so he could look his love in the eye. "I've talked to you about this. I'm eighteen years old, now. And while I deeply appreciate everything you've done for me, I'm not a kitten trapped in a tree. I'm perfectly capable of minding to my own welfare." Renke let out a snort. "As you keep telling yourself. Can't fool me, though, can ya?" He countered. "Caught the pretty thing getting into all sorts of trouble on many occasions," he tossed over his shoulder at the other two. Amshel was already concerned. "Trouble? Then he shouldn't be all by himself! Would you like to stay with the Montcroix?" he asked Penni. "I couldn't think to impose so much on your family, Shelly." Penni's words were formal and polite. His tone was a contrast to the position he was in, wrapped in Renke's arms, as well as the piqued glare he was throwing at the burly man. "You're Montcroix?" Renke questioned as he glanced once more at the plum-haired teen in a new light. When he received a nod in return, he leaned down to press a kiss to Pennicola's cheek. "Listen, luv...I think the tyke's got a point. No one fucks with the Montcroix. You'd be safe." He then glanced up at Simon. "Could I still come see him?" Before Simon had a chance to refuse, Amshel spoke up. "If I ask my grandparents, I'm sure they'll let both of you stay for a while!" Pennicola seemed to have become entranced with the thick muscles on Renke's left forearm, his fingertips caressing back and forth. "Hmm?" Penni blinked, face brightening in what was turning into a perpetual blush. "My apologies, I was...distracted." Simon sighed heavily, admitting defeat. "It would appear that you and Renke will be staying at the Montcroix estate for the foreseeable future." When Penni was about to argue, Ren leaned down, nuzzling behind the teen's ear. Pennicola's eyelids fluttered in reaction as his body went limp in the larger man's arms. "Mmm, sounds lovely," the Perazan murmured. Amshel looked up at Simon. "I'm going to head back to the estate with them," he suggested. "I want to see you again, but I don't want you to get hurt again..." "I'll need to talk to Alistair," Simon admitted with a frown. "Surely, he'll see reason." Amshel took his hand. "Maybe just not tonight..." he suggested. "I'll speak to him at work, don't worry." He pressed a fleeting kiss to the teen's lips. "Everything will be fine." :::::::: Amshel shifted in his sleep, refusing to open his eyes for a while. Finally, with a frown, he woke up to the sound of some noise coming from his window. As he stood up and walked over, his spodumene pink eyes widened at the sight of Simon on the other side of his window. "What are you doing there?" He wondered as he quickly opened the window to let him in. He then gaped at the injured Nightmare. "What happened to you?" He had never been gladder to be mixed, as he had a small ability to heal. Simon certainly needed it at the moment. Simon fell inside with a bit less grace than he'd intended, limping over to sit gingerly on Amshel's bed. The purple and green-haired Nightmare was sporting a black eye, a busted lip, and Shelly noticed a bit of crusted blood on his temple. "So," Simon began, trying to smile at the teen. "That didn't go quite as well as expected." Amshel frowned and gently held his hand over the black eye, using his healing magic to lower the swelling. Some of the bruising remained, but at least the pain would be gone. He then moved onto the lips. "Who did this? Was it Allie?" He questioned. "He didn't really see things my way," Simon admitted with a wince. "He was just looking out for you, so, I didn't really fight back." He sighed softly. "And then I wouldn't leave when he told me to get out. I thought I could make him understand." The Nightmare smirked. "He said if I touched you, he'd tear off my horn...literally and figuratively. He cares about you a lot, Shel." "If he cares about me so much, he needs to stop trying to kill you," the mixed Nightmare huffed. "Where else are you hurt?" "Will you kiss it better?" Simon asked playfully. "Actually, that's not a bad idea," Amshel responded. When he pressed his lips to Simon's he fed the rest of his healing magic through it. The Nightmare moaned, pulling Amshel close. Simon had been healed before, he and Alistair had gotten into more than one scrape that left them needing patched up. However, Simon could never recall it feeling so pleasantly warm and gentle. He felt oddly protected, which wasn't something he'd experienced much of. Simon and Alistair had nearly always had each other's backs, but neither felt the need to protect the other. Simon's parents had been loving but firm, expecting strength and cunning from him, even as a child. He'd been taught to protect himself and to protect others. Feeling the genuine care and concern from the young man who was so much smaller than him touched something in his heart, making him feel oddly safe. When Amshel pulled away, his hands gently raked through Simon's hair as he looked him over. "How are you feeling? Does anything still hurt?" He asked softly as he gazed into black opal eyes. "No, nothing." The Nightmare leaned into the touches like a cat. "I've never felt healing like that. It was so warm and thoughtful." Amshel pressed his forehead against Simon's. "Next time, fight him back. He can go and find his own Healer," he insisted. "You're feisty." The Nightmare grinned, rubbing their crests together and enjoying the sparking tingle it produced. "I like it. You really are a lion." "I'm your lion," Amshel added cheekily. "That is, if you'll have me...n-no pressure or anything!" "I don't let Alistair beat me up for just anyone," Simon responded, dropping a kiss to the tip of the mixed Nightmare's adorable nose. "If that's not a declaration, I don't know what is. I'm not sure I could want you more and survive." The mixed Nightmare felt as if his heart would burst into as many colors as the jagged star crest on Simon's forehead. "In that case...would you be my mate, Sinoval?" Simon grinned wide. "I wanted to ask you but I was worried I'd be pressuring you." The dark-eyed man pulled Amshel close. "I can't think of anything I'd want more, little lion. I've been looking for you for so long, and I didn't even realize I was searching. As soon as you spoke to me and I caught your scent... Even though we'd never met, I'd missed you so badly." "Where should I place my crest?" Amshel asked softly out loud as one of his hands gently slid down the side of Simon's face and neck to his right shoulder. "Perhaps here?" Buttons flew in every direction as Simon tore his shirt as his eagerness got the better of him in his need to bear Amshel's mark. The Nightmare was bare from the waist up in moments, leaning into Shelly's warm touch. "That sounds perfect," Simon purred. "And I'll happily place yours anywhere you wish." Amshel blushed at the thought of having Simon's jagged star crest somewhere on his body. He lifted the Nightmare's hand to the nape of his neck, just below his hairline. "How about here?" He asked. "Yes," Simon said quickly, leaning in to steal a kiss. "How soon can we?" "Right now would be-" Amshel suggested, but his words were cut off by the sound of the door opening. "Shelly, Ren and Penni are hungry, so it's snack time!" Felix called as he walked into the room followed by Renke and Pennicola. The three of them were in various types of night clothing. Felix wore one of Lucien's oversized shirts, Pennicola was in a set of soft pajamas, and Renke was just walking around in a pair of boxers. Both Felix and Amshel had double-teamed their grandparents, who caved quickly into allowing the Perazan and his intended to stay for as long as they needed. Amshel pouted in Felix's direction. Penni found himself suddenly blind as Renke covered his eyes. "Ren," the Perazan laughed. "I've seen bare chests before. He still has his pants on. You're wearing less than he is right now." With a big sigh, Amshel turned towards Simon. "Maybe not tonight...if these guys are out and about, Fin and Uncle Allie probably are too, and I don't want you to get hurt again." "You're right," Simon said sadly, looking as though someone had kicked his puppy. "I want to make our mating special and give you the time and care you deserve." The Nightmare couldn't help a chuckle as Felix and Pennicola let out a little squee behind him. "See?" Penni whispered to Ren. "We could be mated, as well. My parents can...well, they can go sit on a porcupine. I want us to be together." Renke's heterochromatic green and purple eyes gazed down at the petite Unicorn in quite the serious gaze. "You sure that's what ya want?" He questioned huskily as he lifted Penni's chin. "Once you're mine, I aint gonna give you back." "I don't want you to let me go," Pennicola announced desperately. "Even if my parents never speak to me again…" The Perazan's voice broke. "Or I can never return home ever again…see my s-siblings..." The teen hiccupped. "Penni..." Renke hissed, "My precious Penni." The larger man then dove down to kiss the Unicorn fervently. He didn't care how low he had to bend, he did his best to kiss the daylights out of him. "I'll do whatever I can so you can at least see 'em all again, I swear it." The pale-haired Unicorn gave a little hop, wrapping his arms and legs around Ren and burying his face in the taller man's neck, sniffling. "I can still see my family right now...but, they said I had to keep seeing Shelly." Penni hiccupped again. "I can't even simply take him out on pretend dates, though. It wouldn't be fair to Simon and Shelly." The pale Unicorn clung tightly to his love. "I don't know what to do..." Renke straightened up, carrying Pennicola like he weighed nothing. "We'll just have to force 'em to accept us, luv," he suggested. "They can't stop you from visiting them, I'd tear down their very guards if they tried." "What if you ask Prince Winter to help? Isn't he your cousin?" Amshel asked as he neared them. "If he's to be king, then no one can go against anything he says, right?" "Prince Winter has much more important issues to concern himself with than his silly cousin's inability to show my parents how perfect and wonderful Ren is." Penni rubbed his cheek against his love's warm shoulder, loving the gentle strength in the arms holding him. "If nothing else works, I'll speak to Winter. I just need to work harder to make Mother and Father see what I see in Ren." The Unicorn sighed softly. "I'm just not sure what to do in the meantime." "I don't mind you using Shel for cover," Simon said, his heart going out to the couple. "At least until we get ourselves sorted, mated, and have things settled in the family. If it's alright with Shel, that is." The Nightmare frowned. "As long as you don't get smoochy or anything." "Cosmos, no!" Amshel gasped. "I-I mean yes we can do the cover. But, I couldn't bear the thought of kissing anyone else." "I'm of the same mind," Renke growled in response as he gazed at Penni. "If you want to buy some time with the little tyke, that's fine, as long as you remember who you belong to." Pennicola went boneless in Renke's arms. "Mmm, I'm yours, Ren," the Unicorn purred, unable to resist rubbing, just a little, against the tight muscles of Renke's abdomen. "I wish you would take me..." Felix giggled beside them as he watched the show avidly. The brunet Nightmare wanted nothing more than to take the Unicorn right then and there, other eyes be damned. But, then his stomach gave a loud grumble. Ren made a sour face and tsked. "I will. I promise ya, I will. Right after we get some food. Otherwise, we won't have 'nuff energy to." Amshel stood on the tips of his toes and tugged Simon down for a kiss. "I'm going to take them to the kitchens with Felix. Stay safe and keep out of sight of Allie!" "Maybe I'll just lay down for a while." Simon smiled at Shelly. "Mind if I crawl under your covers? I'm not sure I'd make it home without passing out into a bush." The mixed Nightmare's eyes lit right up. "Then, I should be back soon," he responded, happy that Simon chose to stay. "Come on then, let's get some grub so we can all go back to doing more fun stuff," Felix declared as he led group off to the kitchens.
  7. HinderToyBL

    Chapter 30

    Dear Jackoff the Second, I'm not ashamed to admit that I, like everyone else, had been waiting anxiously for our little troubles to be born [1]. I was also eager to name one of them, but the point would have been moot until they arrived [2]! When the day finally came and all was said and done, my concerns became a source of amusement to my Serahl [3]. The fact that I ended up "checking-out" for a moment towards the end...I don't think they'll ever let me live it down. Regardless, our beloved babies have arrived and are held dearly to our chests...literally. The grouchy Kaynen obstetrician told us that the babies would benefit for some "kangaroo care" which went something along the lines of skin-to-skin contact for many hours which, to us, meant never putting the kits down...at least, not until Nix's MedBay is done. Adrian, being the one with the widest chest and biggest hands held both our girls. Poor little Miles had been the worst off, but all he needed was a little MedBay time and Mycha hasn't let go of him since. The happiest dad in the universe, Rios [1]- 'Can't wait for the little troubles to be born.' by reader booklove [2]- 'Naming babies, much fun, but they have to be BORN! first.' by reader mogwhy [3]- 'I just know the birth chapter is going to be hilarious!' by reader LadyDe :::::::: "Are you seriously holding the baby with one hand and writing in your journal with the other?" Mycha teased as he gently cradled and rocked baby Miles against his chest. "It's how I deal with trauma and big events in my life, ok?" Rios huffed as he set the pen down. "Well, he was the only one who fainted..." Caspin chimed as he neared them, baby Chase squirming against him. "I was worried sick the whole time!" The Alano hissed before downright whimpering. "Everyone keeps bringing it up like I had any control at all to my body's reactions..." "That's enough, guys, if he's too agitated it'll affect baby Faustir," Adrian warned as he continued to hold Naia and Anisa to him effortlessly. "Yeah, what Ade said," Phenner added, holding tiny Phaedryn and gently stroking his back with his fingers. The rabbit smiled at the others. "I really love this. Constant baby cuddles and all the yummy menfolk shirtless with cute-cute kits snuggled up to them." Phen winked at Mycha. "When the littles can have some time on their own, I'm going to be super-duper frisky." Mycha's large ears flicked downward as his tail stood straight up in an eager shiver. "Can't wait," he whispered. "Nix's Medbay unit seems to be doing fine. I think it's almost done healing him," Loxias commented as he joined the group. Adrian handed one of his girls to a fidgeting Sifta who was nearby, already with a burp rag over his shoulder. Sifta cooed at Anisa, who was still in the form of a tiny black and white cabbit kit. He stroked between her ears with one gentle fingertip. "Feeding time," the hazel-eyed Vulpan pointed out, looking both nervous and excited. He adored the babies, especially helping to care for them, but the little creatures were tiny, and Sifta was terrified of doing something wrong and hurting them. He was most comfortable with little Anisa. Sifta said she looked most sturdy, even though she was itty-bitty. Caspin ducked into the kitchen and returned to distribute bottles, a special one for Anisa. Babies were untucked from carriers and the sweet little noises of babies eating mixed with the loving whispers of the men feeding them. The wings of the kits that had them unfolded as they ate and pumped the air languidly. It made positioning during feeding time a unique challenge. "Phaedryn's almost dooooone," Phen taunted. "He'd going to get to do the butt-butt dance of victory." "Whatever!" Caspin responded. "Chase is the chowtime champ!" "Not if Faustir gets there first!" Falorios taunted, joining in. Mycha was ultra careful with his bottle and kit. Miles had trouble breathing not that long ago, after all. A set of tiny white antennae had unfurled along with the albino luna moth wings. The kit had white cat ears and a white tail, but his hair was as pitch black as Nix's. As the Murisian held the bottle to the baby's mouth, little slivers of violet eyes opened. "You have to eat well so that your mom and daddies don't worry, little one," Mycha urged. "Done!" Sifta announced with a whispered shout, making Phenner, Caspin, and Rios groan. Sifta put the bottle down and held Anisa with one hand carefully under her bottom, the kit's fluffy black tail sticking out above his palm. "Now, the butt-butt dance of victory and burps." Sifta gently patted between little Anisa's shoulder blades with one finger and wiggled her floofy bottom back and forth while humming a taunting tune that ended with a final wiggle and a burp that sounded much too large to come from such a tiny body. "And to the potty pad with you, Miss Anisa," Sifta cooed. "Such a good girl, always making your pee-pees and poo-poos at expected times, so we don't have to figure out how to put a diaper on you." Sifta blushed scarlet when he realized everyone was looking at him, whisking baby Anisa off to do her business. Caspin's ear shot up at the sound of the Medbay chime. "It's done! Nix's Medbay!" Falorios was the first to rush to the unit, baby and all. In no time at all, everyone made a semi-circle around Nix's prone form. The Alano reached out to gently scratch behind one of the Civek's ears. "How are you feeling, Serai?" He asked softly. "You have quite a few new visitors to see." "Feel pretty good, like I can see my feet again," Nix smiled, then frowned. He nipped at his lower lip nervously. "Miles? Is he…" Nix trailed off as though unable to finish the question. Mycha rushed forward and held the drowsy baby towards Nix. "He's fine. He gets all drowsy after eating, but he's breathing just fine," he announced as he handed him over. The violet-eyed kit yawned and flicked one of his tiny white cat ears as he peered at Nix through tiny slits. "Kit-kit, you gave us a scare," Nix murmured while cuddling his little one close. The baby yawned, letting out a little huff. "I know, not your fault," Nix continued. "Just expect us to fuss over you until you're thirty." Miles smacked his lips together and promptly fell asleep. Nix kissed the top of the kit's head and handed him back to Mycha. "How's the rest of the gang?" Nix asked, trying not to sound as anxious as he felt. Six kits, all born small, all early. How could he expect not to lose one? Even knowing the MedBay could take care of almost anything, the Civek's chest felt tight with worry. Where Nix had grown up, only the large hospitals could afford a MedBay. For Civek breeders, having a litter larger than four generally meant losing at least one or two, sometimes more. There were more often complications with the breeder, as well. The female mothers were less prone to unexpected internal bleeding, tearing, and a myriad of other potentially fatal problems. So, even though he could count the kits snuggled up to their daddies, Nix couldn't quite believe it that all of them were well. One by one, the men went up to the Civek, showing off their tiny charges. Caspin was last, with tiny Chase. The little one was startled awake, having fallen asleep against the Vulpan. He began to cry and gasp as he changed hands. But, when Nix began to rock him, he immediately settled down. A pair of heterochromatic eyes peered up at the Civek, one golden brown and the other green-yellow. "Oh," Nix said, blinking up at Caspin and sucking in a breath. "He has one of my eyes." Nix looked back down at the little one. "Hey, cutie-pie," the Civek whispered. "You're gonna see big things with those eyes." He tickled the tip of Chase's big toe. "These footsies gonna take you places. But me and your daddies are always gonna be right there looking out for you." Nix smiled sweetly and nuzzled Chase's soft hair. "And anybody who thinks about hurting you and your sisters and brothers? I rip their guts out through their nostrils and hang them from the rafters by their balls," Nix finished in the same cooing whisper. The baby boy turned towards the Civek to snuggle closer as if reaching for his warmth. Chase fell back asleep encased in that warmth. Caspin smiled and allowed them some bonding time. "As you can see, they're all doing great," Falorious said softly. "They're all beautiful." "I need to design six more rooms," Adrian mused aloud. "Not that they'll be sleeping in their own rooms for a while." "I know I've been conked out." Nix yawned. "But I'm feeling a nap coming on. Think we can all go snuggle in the nest?" "I'm in," Falorios agreed immediately. "We can finally use the baby slots in the big pillow of the nesting room!" Phenner commented. "Let's all go take a nap together, then," Adrian added. :::::: The kits grew fast. After three weeks, little Anisa shifted into a less furry form. Her black and white fur was exchanged for skin the color of the dark cocoa Caspin had taken to hiding from Mycha and Phenner. Her fluffy baby hair was a green so dark it was nearly black. She would tug on a lock of it just above her left ear when she was sleepy or upset. The babies with tails; Anisa, Miles, Faustir, and Chase; were able to use normal Vulpan diapers that worked around tails. Although, Anisa hardly needed hers, even when not in her spirit form. She used the toilet pads and then a potty chair that played music when it was piddled into. Adrian had been able to find a decent deal with a supplier who could bring special diapers more suited to Phaedryn and Naia's bottoms. Rios had the unfortunate honor of discovering that their tailless progeny needed different diapers one day when Naia was two weeks old. Nix was taking a nap with Faustir, leaving Falorios to care for sweet little Naia… Who had an upset tummy and a subsequent detonation in her diaper that Rios claimed defied all natural laws by coming out of such a sweet, tiny creature. Phenner thought this was hilarious until, an hour later, he had a similar incident with baby Phaedryn. Chase surprised no one when he was first to crawl at three months, then walk at five months. Naia and Faustir weren't far behind Chase. Scooting around, then toddling, at four and then six months. Phaedryn, Anisa, and Miles were slower. Adrian suggested might have been because of their partially human genetics, since human babies usually don't crawl until after seven or eight months. Anisa, however, often would shift into a tiny cabbit when she wanted to get somewhere, hopping around much earlier than she could crawl. Usually, trying to catch Chase. "Calm down, Rios," Phenner told the Alano, peering up at the highest shelf in the storage room, where baby Chase was soothing his teething pains by gnawing on the corner of a box, his brown-spotted black wings folded against his back. "If he got up there, he can probably get down." Phen smiled with pride. "He really got high up there, huh?" "But, how?" Rios questioned with a squeak. "Did he learn how to fly already?" He fretted as he paced back and forth on the ground in case Chase fell. Chase was a tanned baby with soft, strawberry blond hair that seemed to have black tips at the ends. For a while, the crew wondered if that meant that his hair would fall out. But, as the months continued to fly by, the hair remained. He had heterochromatic eyes, one golden brown and the other green-yellow like Nix's. Not only could he shift into the form of a black mouse with brown spots, whose ears and tail he retained in human form...but, he also had wings in both forms. The wings were reminiscent of a spotted tiger moth. The forewings were the same black hue of his mouse form with brown spots. The hindwings were a deep, coral-ish orange hue that seemed to be several shades darker than the strawberry blonde hair on top of his head. The spots on his hindwings were as black as the tips of his hair. Those wings were seen in their full splendor as he used them to glide off the top of the shelf, nearly giving Falorios a heart attack. Chase had but one destination in mind. "Wee-am!" he cried out as he flew right into the older boy's arms and clung to him tightly. "Mine!" Liam, along with his grandparents, Loxias and Sifta, had just barely walked through the hangar doors when the baby headed their way. The six-year-old jaguar reacted quickly so as not to drop Chase. "Hi, little one," he responded, using the same words his parents and grandparents used to refer to himself. Liam tagged along with either Orin and Etsu or Loxias and Sifta whenever they came to visit the crew. His seventh birthday was coming up, so he was quite proud of being able to carry the weight of any of the babies. He loved feeling like a big kid. Rios paled. "Did he just say his second and third words?" he questioned. Chase was one of the first of the babies to speak, and his first word had been 'mama.' The Alano had been looking forward to the day Chase referred to him as 'dada,' but he was apparently outdone by a six-year-old. "Did you see him, Rios?" Phen squealed, bounding over to Liam and ruffling the leopard's hair. "Did you hear him?" Phenner hugged the little boy holding the baby. "Liam, Chase flew for you, for the first time! Okay, it was more of a glide, but it so counts!" The bunny leaned back, beaming down at them. "And your name was his second word, ever! And his third word was right after that! I mean, when he's a little older we're going to be having a serious discussion with him about possessiveness in fully consensual relationships. But hey, the third word was for you, too!" Phen leaned down to rub his nose against the baby's. "I'm so proud of you, little buddy!" Liam gave his uncle Phen a big grin, feeling rather touched that little Chase was now able to call him by name. "Can I go play with Chase and the other babies?" he asked, laughing as Chase looked at the older boy very seriously and patted Liam's cheeks with his pudgy palms. "If Sifta and Loxie say it's okay, then I don't mind," Phenner replied. "We came to visit everyone," Sifta said when Liam turned to him with pleading eyes. "So, of course, you can." The Vulpan smiled at the happiness on Liam's face. "Do you need me to carry him? I know he can be squirmy." Liam shook his head. "I totally got him," he insisted as he made his way over to the other babies. Chase barely moved or wiggled whenever he was held by the jaguar, so the six-year-old was able to carry him the whole way without any problems. The young jaguar stepped carefully through the little gate into the common room, which had been thoroughly baby-proofed. Although, if Chase started doing more than gliding, they'd have more work to do. The kits were scattered around the room with the other daddies watching over them attentively. Chase folded his wings flat to his back and clung to Liam, not wanting to be put down. "Mine!" Chase bellowed, making everyone look up. Naia had been toddling toward Mycha's outstretched arms. The kit tottered, then thudded down onto her diaper-padded bottom. Her black-tipped tan hair was done up with a little pink bow in a tiny pigtail on the top of her head. She grinned, clapping her hands when she saw Loxias and Sifta. She loved how Lox would toss her in the air and catch her, how Sifta would sit with her, rocking her as he read to her in his gentle voice. Caspin glanced up from where he was laying on the floor, one arm buried under the couch. The captain pulled out his arm, dragging baby Faustir from under the sofa by one leg. The baby's yellow-green eyes gleamed from his ebony-skinned face. The kit's cheeks were puffed like a chipmunk as he gazed upward innocently. "Faustir," Caspin scolded. "Spit it out, right now." The kit looked grumpy but did as he was told, shooting a glob of partially chewed paper into Caspin's palm. "Yech." Cas made a face and went to throw the little present away. "Hi, guys," he said as he walked by their guests. Anisa had immediately shifted into her cabbit form and hopped right over to flop on top of Liam's foot. The young jaguar had to carefully lower himself down to a sitting position so that he wouldn't drop Chase, who refused to let go of him. "Hey, Anisa," he greeted as he petted her fluffy little head. Her eyes were a gold hue in both forms. The tip of her nose and her inner ears were the same dark-brown hue of her skin. When in human form, the girl had straight, dark-green hair. But, she clearly enjoyed being in her spirit form more, especially when her daddies Phen, Cas, and Mycha accompanied her in their own spirit forms. "Want me to shift into my spirit form?" Liam offered only for Chase to hug him harder and make a noise of displeasure. "Doesn't have to be right away," he added as he gently scratched behind Chase's round, mouse ears. "Whoa!" Adrian gasped as he leaped just in time to catch Miles as he rolled off the couch. He had the largest wings of his siblings, those of a white luna moth. But he was slow in learning how to walk or use them. They didn't even know if he had a spirit form or not since his development was slower than the others. Miles took one good look at his dad Adrian's scraped elbow with his big violet eyes and began to cry in empathy, waving his bronze arms about. "It's ok, daddy's ok," Ade soothed as he rocked the dark-haired cherub. Miles sniffled and took in shuddering gasps of air as he began to calm down. The sniffling died down even further when Adrian began to stroke the white kitten ears on top of his head. Phaedryn crawled his way to Loxias, who didn't hesitate in picking him up. The baby gave him a toothless grin and kicked his little, tanned legs as the red-spotted purple butterfly wings fluttered behind him. He had unique Vulpan eyes, much like his uncle Etsu's. They were a vertical gradient of yellow on top blending into green on the bottom. His hair was dark at the roots like Nix, but with green streaks and tips instead of red. Naia was back on her feet and was resolutely wobbling towards Sifta. The Vulpan held out his hands. "Come on, Nai Nai. You can do it," he encouraged softly, crouching down. Naia took the last handful of steps at a lurching sprint, toppling into Sifta's arms. She burbled happily as the Vulpan lifted her, cuddling the kit close. Naia's babble continued, as though telling Sifta about everything exciting that had happened since she'd seen him last. Sifta smiled and nuzzled her cheek. "Ah, how do babies smell like love?" Sifta murmured, looking at his mate. Loxias paused in his gentle swinging of Phaedryn to give his mate a smile. "Because they are meant to be loved," he responded. "And we can adopt children of our own whenever you wish." Sifta looked down at Naia with a cross between pain and longing in his eyes. The kit didn't help him with his inner struggle by resting her cheek on his shoulder with a contented sigh, her pudgy little fingers playing with the fabric of his sleeve. "I…You don't think it's too soon?" Sifta asked, his eyes all for the little bundle in his arms. "We haven't been mated a full year, yet. And I don't know anything about being a father." "I can teach you anything you'd wish to know," Loxias pointed out. "I would love nothing more than to raise children with you." "Even throwbacks?" Sifta asked with uncertainty, though they'd had the conversation before. "Especially throwbacks," the Kaynen responded firmly. Sifta looked down at little Naia, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "Let's talk about it later. Is that okay? I haven't even done any research about adoption." "Oh? I've done plenty. Just say the word, and we'll head out to one of the nearest three orphanages," Lox admitted. Sifta's eyes widened, looking overwhelmed but very interested. Phenner bounced into his view, the rabbit's long ears bouncing with him. "You're gonna have a baby!" Phen squealed happily. "Liam will have an uncle or aunt!" Naia grinned at the big bunny and began bouncing along in Sifta's arms. "But, I have so many already!" Liam countered as he looked around at all the men that were his uncles. "That's right!" Phenner said, delighted. "Big nephew, Liam! I love it!" As Nix made his way to the common room to join his Serraglio and kittens, he paused to take in the sight. His Serahl, his mates, all caring for their children...and their close friends Loxie and Sifta. Even the sight of the growing Liam made a strange little ache swell inside his heart. He recognized the pain as a mixture of grief for the life he'd had to live through, one that he never wanted any of his precious people to suffer. But, beyond that ache of grief was the overwhelming sensation of contentment. It settled in him like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold night. He never allowed himself to feel such joy; he was always fearful of it for what it could rip away from him. But, mere moments earlier, he had talked to his close friends and their family. He had never trusted anyone other than himself, and presently, he not only trusted his Serraglio but also their shared friends. Pedro had indeed brought over his wife, Gracie, and their children. Even Jason and Daniel stuck around to acquaint themselves with the kits. Caspin had settled them all in another section of the ship, which was where Nix had just been. "It's bath time, sweethearts!" he called out. At the sight of their mother, all of the babies made their way over to Nix. Even Chase, who was reluctant to part from Liam, toddled his way over. "Mama!" Chase squealed joyfully, having reached the Civek first. "Can I help?" Liam offered. Soon, there was a flurry of motion as Loxias, Sifta, Liam, Phenner, Mycha, and Rios helped gather the babies up and headed over to the ship's newest bathroom, which was modified to accommodate the babies. Adrian wrapped his arm around Caspin's shoulders. "I think they're more than covered tonight," he commented. "I think we should go ahead and lock down." Due to their dire experiences in the past, the crew had decided to add more security to the ship, including monitoring equipment that kept track of any living being that wasn't already recognized by the system. They weren't taking any chances. Caspin agreed. As they walked past Loxias, Cas told him, "We're getting everything buttoned up for the night. Just put in the security code before you open the lock to keep the alarms from going off in a screaming hissy fit." They'd all decided Loxias, Sifta, Orin, and Etsu should have security clearance on the ship. In an emergency, the Zanders being able to move freely in and out of the ship could only be a good thing. They were trusted. They were family. "We'll be fine," Loxias insisted as he adjusted his hold on Phaedryn and the baby snuggled closer. "More than fine." When the Vulpan and the human finished their security rounds, Adrian motioned for the captain to follow him into their shared room. As the babies grew too big for the "nesting pillow" room, they had made a room just for them, with cribs on one end and small beds on the other for when they were big enough. The cribs were designed by the creators of the Medbay, so they automatically rocked the babies if they sensed nightmares and only alerted the dads, in tandem, when it was diaper dilemmas or hunger. The system allowed the men to rest wherever they wished on the ship, be it the adjoining rooms, their own chambers, or anywhere else. Adrian convinced Caspin to have a private bath time of their own. Soon, the two of them were sitting in their own private tub. The dark-haired human began to gently rub Caspin's back. "Lately, the babies have been sleeping all through the night," he mused aloud. "Ugh, yes. Finally," Caspin said, relaxing under his love's touch. "I hardly know what to do with myself getting a full night's sleep." He looked back over his shoulder, smiling as something soft and warm filled his emerald eyes. "Did you ever imagine things ending up like this when you woke up in my MedBay with a crazy alien fangirling all over you?" The Vulpan gave a short giggle. "I would never have imagined waking up in a Medbay in the first place," Adrian pointed out. "And, if I remember correctly, you were far from a crazy alien...you were a sexy, youth-faced doctor in my perception." "Awww." Caspin turned, pressing a kiss to Adrian's cheek. "Even so soon after my nefarious kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome had already set in." "You can't kidnap the willing, Cas," the human countered. "I was the one who asked to come with you, remember? You gave me a choice. Granted, it was quite the irresistible choice..." Caspin grinned, but it faded, and the Vulpan looked down with uncertainty. "Don't you miss your home, your people, your family?" Adrian shook his head. "My mother passed away during childbirth," he confessed for the first time. "I find it hard to talk about it because every time I asked anything about my mom, my dad would get this sad look in his eyes. I hated making him upset, even though I wasn't the direct cause of it, so I just stopped asking unless he was the one to bring it up. "He was my biggest supporter when it came to soccer," the human continued. "He was like my second coach through middle school, and he couldn't have been any prouder when I landed my scholarship after high school. But he was diagnosed with colon cancer while I was away at college and he didn't tell me how bad it got until the next thing I knew, I had to arrange for his funeral… "I wasn't kidding when I said that you gave me a new home." Periwinkle eyes brimmed with tears as he entrusted Caspin with the events of the years before the Vulpan had ever even seen him play. "If it wasn't for my cousin, Zane, I don't think I'd have been able to get it all done," he explained. "We had never really been close since my dad and uncle didn't really get along...the two of them clashed on many issues, racism, homophobia, politics… My uncle wasn't the greatest guy." "But Zane and I got along whenever we visited," Adrian admitted. "I was so messed up emotionally during that time that I briefly wondered why someone who I barely spent time with growing up would go through so much trouble to help me with my dad's funeral. I guess I felt a bit paranoid. He didn't mind, though. He said in spite of the short visits that were far and few in-between, he really cared for us and I was still his favorite cousin. "I threw myself into soccer in dad's name, and Zane went on to become an Olympic gymnast, so we haven't really seen each other since," Adrian concluded. "A part of me that was still grieving my old man's death didn't want to see a living reminder of the fact that we buried my dad six feet under. So, if there's anyone that I miss and would like to see again, it'd be him, my cousin Zane. Maybe one day we can visit him and we can show him our kids. Otherwise, I've said it before, and I'll say it again, you are my home, Cas. You, our Serraglio, our children, and our friends. I'm happy. Happier than I've ever been." Caspin burst into tears, throwing himself into his human's arms and nearly drowning them both in the tub. They came up sputtering and laughing, Cas still hanging from Adrian's neck like a monkey. They blinked water out of their eyes, and as soon as the Vulpan could see enough to find Ade's lips, Cas pressed their mouths together desperately. The taller man eagerly responded, wrapping his arms around the Vulpan and tugging Caspin flush against him. The sadness Adrian had felt when bringing up his past seeped away from him in the face of the fox's love. If he had the chance to go back in time, Ade would have still made the same choices. Though they had lived through quite a few chaotic events, they emerged stronger and more united than ever. One of Adrian's hands raked along the sensitive areas of Caspin's tail as they deepened their kisses. A moment later, he lifted the Vulpan by the thighs and pinned him against the wall of the large tub to grind against him. He kissed his mate with the intention of laying claim to every inch of his mouth. Caspin cried out his mate's name, wrapping his legs around the big human. The fox whimpered and writhed, rubbing as much of himself as he could against his lover. Cas delighted in the muscles covering Adrian, pressing himself against the human's delightfully cut chest and stomach, fingers dragging along arms and shoulders. "Ah, Ade!" the Vulpan gasped out, pleasure tingling across his flesh everywhere skin met skin. "Cas," the human responded headily as he gave one of the Vulpan's ears a sharp bite. With some quick maneuvering, it wasn't difficult for him to slide right into his mate in a sharp thrust. Their activities had only slowed down with the arrival of the babies, but never truly stopped. The entire crew found creative ways to sneak off and bond with one another in shifts. Most of the time, they had to be fast and focused. But, Adrian had different plans for the insatiable fox in his arms. He kept the Vulpan firmly pinned against the wall. Since he was tall, it wasn't very difficult to keep him there with his lower body alone. His hands were free to do as they pleased, and they slid all over the petite man's torso. Fingers slid across nipples, nails scratched sensitive areas, and warm lips kissed and marked the very paths they chased after. Caspin cupped Adrian's face in his hands, utterly trusting that his mate would never let him fall, adoring his human's strength and care. Cas drew Adrian's face close, rubbing their cheeks together in a motion that had become familiar to the human as an expression of love and affection from his Vulpan. Caspin whimpered against Adrian's lips, his breath coming faster as Ade's thick length settled inside him. Cas was still somewhat slick inside, enough that the big man could enter him comfortably while still allowing Caspin to feel just enough friction deep inside him to make his toes curl and his heart thump. The tall man leaned down to suck one of Caspin's buds into his mouth, departing from it after a gentle tug of his teeth. "The next time we have free time like this, I'm going to massage you from head to toe with the intention of touching every inch of your body," he practically purred as he kissed his way back up to the Vulpan's ear. "While you're all tied up and blind-folded, aching for me to help you seek release." "Please," Caspin begged breathlessly. "Touch me everywhere. Do everything to me." A cry fell from his lips as teeth found the base of his tall, sensitive ears and bit down. The Vulpan's cock jerked. The cool slickness of precum smeared against the ridges of Adrian's stomach as Caspin writhed, rubbing his length against his human's warm body. Adrian reached down to pinch one of Caspin's butt cheeks. "Or would you rather be tied to the bed posts while I kissed and licked everywhere but where you want it the most?" he continued. "Your favorite toy would become more of an ache from over-stimulation…" "F-favorite toy?" Caspin stammered, Adrian's voice weaving a spell around him with that warm, deep voice and strong, clever hands. "Yes," Adrian rumbled. "And then I would slide inside you," he said as he gave a short upward thrust. "Feeling you constrict around me as you made a mess of yourself." "Make a mess of me," Cas begged, his head falling back as he clung to Adrian's broad shoulders. "Anything you want, anything you do, I love it. All of it. I swear you couldn't touch me at all and make me come by whispering wonderful, wicked things in my ear." Caspin's words ended in a cry as Adrian's quick teasing thrusts ended with the human slamming inside Cas and staying there, grinding deep. Just as the Vulpan thought he might implode, Adrian withdrew, returning to his shallow, teasing thrusts. "I love you, you know?" Adrian responded. "I love how responsive you are, how deviant you are...how strong and kind you are." He gave the Vulpan's shoulder a gentle bite. "I will never tire of seeing your reactions and of hearing and downright feeling your arousal…" "Love you," Caspin said, feeling the truth of the words thrum through him, making his eyes sting with emotion. "So much. So kind, sweet, smart, but wicked when I need it. Strong enough to hold me up or hold me down. Caring and wise enough to know which I need. Don't know what I did in my last life to deserve you. Must have heroically saved a herd of orphans and puppies." "Caspin, my love," Adrian pointed out with a growing grin. "You heroically saved a herd of orphans and kittens in this lifetime itself. You've sheltered us all, risked your life to ensure the Maivit mafia didn't come after us again, and now we're raising kittens together. If that's not heroic, I don't know what else is." "Mmm, maybe," Caspin said with a shake of his head. "But it wasn't some great sacrifice. Look at everything that I've gotten out of it. And I did those things because I wanted to because I could. And except for when I stole you, hardly saintly behavior, I wasn't alone. You were with me, and then the others. All I did was happen to have a big ship that I could make bigger and enough credits to throw around to do what we needed. I'm no hero. I'm a selfish brat." He grinned up at Adrian's beloved face. "Maybe you should spank me." Without any hesitation, Adrian lifted them both out of the tub to do just that. As his large hand came down on one of the Vulpan's wet butt cheeks, the sound was amplified. He did the same with the other as he continued to walk them towards a drying tube. In the process, he slid out of Caspin, but as they made their way to the bed, he didn't feel remorseful in the slightest. "How do you want us to continue, Cas?" He asked softly. "Should I lay you across my lap and continue spanking you until your cheeks are a rosy pink all over and sting?" A noise that was halfway between a giggle and a moan came from the Vulpan as warm air rushed over them, blowing his hair every which way and poofing his black-tipped tail. Adrian's large hand smoothed the ruffled fur as he whisked them to the bed, lifting Cas up and dropping him onto the mattress. Caspin bounced with a little surprised squeak, then laughed in delight. He got on all fours, his tail swaying in the air like a flag as Cas looked up with mischief dancing in his emerald eyes. "Hmm, I'm very naughty," the Vulpan told him, voice low and purring. "I might reach back and try to smack your hands away. "Maybe you'd better tie my wrists." A delighted shudder rolled through him. "And hold me down so I can't get away. Ooo, unless you want to feel me squirming around, rubbing against you." "Both," Adrian replied, nodding his head. "Definitely both." He sat on the middle of the bed with his legs laid straight as he tugged the Vulpan where he needed him to be. With one hand, he held Caspin's wrists down as he draped him over his lap. He used his other hand to give the tempting backside a swat. "Ah!" Cas gasped, jerking half-heartedly against his mate's hold. He arched his back, swaying his ass temptingly as his tail draped across his back, a velvet weight against his heated skin. "I'm not feeling repentant at all for my wicked ways," the Vulpan taunted. Adrian's hand came down sharper. "Such a bad fox," he said as he alternated between slaps and caresses. "We're going to have to put a stop to this naughtiness." He added as he pulled one of Caspin's toys from the nightstand and pressed it against the Vulpan's pucker. "Please, yes!" Caspin's legs opened wider, a shiver running through him. "I want to be good for you. So good." It wasn't clear if his last statement was a reaffirmation of the one before it or an exclamation of pleasure. The human turned the toy on as he began to wiggle it inside. As he slid it in, he angled it towards the Vulpan's prostate and held it there. "Such a wanton Vulpan…" he whispered. Cas could only nod, unable to form more than incoherent cries as his body writhed, unable to decipher if the sensations wracking him were too intense to take or something he never wanted to stop. Adrian lowered the setting, pulling the toy in and out, keeping away from further stimulation. "How does it feel?" he asked as he carefully lifted his leg so that his thigh could rub along the fox's erection since his other hand was still occupied holding down Caspin's wrists. "What do you want? What do you need?" Caspin keened softly, arching back and forth, uncertain which stimulation he wanted more of. He rutted mindlessly against Adrian's warm skin as the toy filling him skirted where he wanted it most, teasing until he found his voice. "Make me come, please! Then fuck me while I'm still so sensitive I'm not sure I can take it. But don't-don't stop." A rough moan tore from Caspin's throat, and it took him a moment to continue. "Fuck me until I come again. Do it how you want it. Use my body in the way that will make you get the most pleasure. I want it. Fuck, I want it so bad." Adrian's shaft became rock hard beneath Caspin, but he fought hard to focus on his intentions. He first raised the setting on the toy again and angled it right back against the Vulpan's prostate while doing his best to rub Cas's shaft with his thigh. He then carefully flipped Caspin onto his back, still holding those wrists above his head, as he began to grind against him. Cas became frantic. Adrian was so much bigger, so much stronger. The human could keep his wrists pinned with one hand, the other beneath them to twist and prod the wildly buzzing object within him, all while rubbing their lengths together with a precum-slicked friction that sent white sparks across his vision as the pleasure ratcheted up inside him. It felt like he was a cup being filled with warmth, a heat that spiraled through him. Close, so close to overflowing the cup and drowning in it. The human left the toy in place and shifted so he could drape his body over Caspin's. His mouth found the petite man's lips and his tongue dove inside to seek its twin. The hand that was freed trailed down the side of the Vulpan's body until it latched onto the waist and held it in place. The toy pressed hard into Caspin's prostate and stayed there, relentless, as the little Vulpan's cries were lost in Adrian's mouth. Cas could feel his mate's body all around him, covering him, pressing him into the mattress beneath them. Caspin couldn't help struggling, but he didn't move more than a wiggle and the kicking of his bare feet against the blankets. It was enough, more than enough, and his pleasure roared over him, turning his moans into screams. Adrian pulled away just as he saw one of the final spurts eject from the Vulpan's member. He reached down to steadily tug the toy out. The ravenet moved quickly. He sought out a lubrication tablet and slid it inside the fox's twitching entrance and chased it the rest of the way inside with his own hot flesh. "Fuck," Caspin shouted. "Fuck!" The Vulpan's body bucked, trying to escape sensations that were too much, too soon. Adrian might have worried he was hurting his petite mate, but they'd played this game before. Cas loved every moment of the painful pleasure. Regardless, Adrian held himself still, lodged deep inside his mate as he drew him into languid kisses. The urge to buck away into the Vulpan's depths wasn't easily controlled, but he made sure not to move around too much while Caspin recovered beneath him. His hands continued to glide all over the captain's skin. The refractory period for a Vulpan was much faster than a human's. Not a full two minutes passed before Caspin began to take control of the kissing, all but swallowing Adrian's tongue into his mouth. He felt Ade's hand come down against his outer thigh in a sharp slap when Cas began to squirm and tried to force the human to move. Adrian raked his hands through Caspin's hair and gave a sharp little tug as he pulled away. In spite of the fox's insistence, the taller man drew out of him slowly and then slid back at the same pace. He kept Caspin's hips pinned down with one hand while the other hand held the Vulpan's opposite shoulder down. Cas whined, eyelids fluttering. He was pinned like a butterfly and Adrian couldn't imagine a more lovely specimen. The human leaned forward, Cas was saying something over and over in a breathless whisper. "Please, please, please. Ade, please, cosmos, please…" A rolling groan fell from Adrian's lips at the plea. He reached out with one of his long arms for a pair of silicone handcuffs that he looped around the headrest of the bed and then slipped Caspin's wrists through. The cuffs hid stronger material within that tightened comfortably for a custom fit, but would not release unless a button on the outside was pressed. With his hands completely free, Ade adjusted them both until he was able to slide a memory foam pillow beneath the captain's hips. "Now then," he mumbled aloud to himself with what little blood remained in his brain in comparison to what ran south. "Where were we?" Adrian rolled his hips in a circular motion and grinded right down to the hilt. With a deep breath, he slid almost all the way out and then back in. After a few more thrusts in a similar manner, he then spread Caspin's legs a bit further and built up a faster rhythm. "Fuck, yes!" Cas hissed, his head pressing back into the pillow, his sandy hair spreading like a halo. The Vulpan pulled on the restraints, loving the thrill that came with the bondage, of being in control of such a strong, powerful man. Being desired by such a man, how Adrian looked rough and wild above him, and the surety of Caspin's safety in his human's hands made the Vulpan's heart feel full and his body thrum with excitement. Ade felt so good inside him, seeming to find all the little and big spots that shot pleasure through him. Cas thought he could nearly come just from the stretch of his body around Adrian's thick length, the delicious friction. And Adrian gave him so much more than that. The pleasure arched through him in waves. It shimmered across his skin where Ade's hands touched him, where their bodies touched and rubbed together, and bloomed from the bliss building deep inside him with every quickening thrust. Adrian carefully lifted both of Caspin's legs over his shoulders and shifted to brace his arms on either side of the Vulpan. The position allowed him to more easily rock into the petite man's depths. He built up to a rather fast pace, his hips snapping with every other undulation as he continued to drive himself balls deep within the fox's walls. His teeth once again bit into a large ear as he kept up that pace. The sharp nip sent a little shock of startled pleasure through him at the same moment Adrian's tip ground forcefully against the little Vulpan's prostate, and the larger man's clenched abdomen rubbed Caspin's shaft. Adrian's name was a ragged shout from the fox's lips as bliss flooded him, sending wracking waves of pleasure through him. Caspin's toes curled, hands clenched into fists, body arched, muscles tightened as he shook with the power of his orgasm. He felt Caspin's inner walls tremble around him, but Adrian couldn't bring himself to stop. At least, not until a moment later, when he slowed down into several deep and taut thrusts, filling his mate up. Burst after burst shot through him, his body trembling like a plucked guitar string above the Vulpan's form. He then held himself inside, panting as he took in the state of his lover's flushed face and chest. The human reached up to press the button that would release the cuffs and then tossed them aside. Caspin's arms felt leaden as they dropped heavily to the bed. A heavy, languorous warmth filled him. The fox felt a sappy smile on his face. "Mmm," was all Cas could seem to say. He was very proud of himself when he was able to lift a hand and pat Adrian's shoulder. "So this is where you two snuck off to," Falorios accused as he and the rest of the Serraglio began to walk into the room. "They're giving me some fun ideas," Nix purred into Rios's ear as he hugged him from behind. "The kits?" Adrian wondered aloud. "Bathed and in nap time," Mycha supplied. "Lox, Sifta, and Liam were reading to them and fell asleep with them." "Hee hee," Phenner giggled. "I want to have fun with everyone, too!" Adrian and Caspin looked at one another before holding out their arms in a welcoming gesture for the rest of their mates to join them. It had started with just the two of them, but their life was so much more, now. Cas remembered the loneliness, the feeling that he didn't belong anywhere. The fox's smile grew as the others clambered up onto the bed and the captain ended up in the cuddle pile. Caspin's heart was full. His loneliness had shifted to belonging and happiness that he saw reflected in the faces of his mates. The Vulpan captain sighed happily and closed his eyes, content in the overly full bed. Cas was home, with his family. Home was wherever they were, and he dozed off with the thought that he could have that with him wherever he went. He'd never have to feel as he did before he decided to kidnap a man from a little-known planet that he'd found by chance. END
  8. HinderToyBL

    Kidnapping is Always an Option

    Artwork by Thirdly and Rambling Robin.
  9. HinderToyBL

    Chapter 29

    After the urgency of Etsu wanting to see Caspin in the flesh, the group unanimously decided to dock their ship in an open area between Loxias and Orin's houses. The two Vulpan cousins were able to easily see each other on days that Etsu wasn't working at the company. Loxias and Sifta cared for Liam during the day time and visited the ship often. The tiny jaguar was fascinated by Nix's progress and the babies that moved inside him. Caring for him in turns gave the men good practice for when their own kittens arrived. The trio of ex-thieves, Jason, Daniel, and Pedro, had remained on the ship as part of Caspin's crew. The Vulpan wasted no time in showing them the ropes about charting and mapping for resources. When the green-eyed Captain ordered them a brand new ship that was outfitted with the latest technology, the three of them were eager to test it out. When they saw how upset the pregnant Civek became at their enthusiasm to explore, they vowed to only visit nearby planets as charting practice so that they could promptly return within a day or two. Every time that they set out, they returned with gifts for Nix. For example, Pedro brought back six different color baby outfits with the words "Pedro is my favorite uncle" printed on them. The Seraglio realized real fast that Nix rested better and for longer amounts of time when all of his Serahl were sleeping in the same room with him. So, Adrian and Caspin created a modular expansion for a room big enough to hold them all. Phenner and Mycha suggested a massive pillow and, the next thing they knew, they were all sleeping on it. Not only was the pillow made of soft, memory-foam-like material, but it also held indentations so that none of them could roll off it. Falorios pointed out that the kittens should have indentations, as well, and six baby-sized indentations had been added. The more time that Nix spent with his Seraglio, the less he fretted when Pedro, Jason, and Daniel were away. The four men forged a friendship under duress that had evolved into a more meaningful kinship, one that could last for many years. Falorios felt jealous at Nix's calmer and sweeter disposition whenever the ferret, raccoon, and Chihuahua were around. However, he was easily assuaged by the slightest touch of affection from the Civek. "...you said it yourself, joven," Pedro insisted as the three of them made their way to the hangar. "You want Gracie and the kids to see the little kits in person don't you? That means it's time for me to go bring them over." (joven= young one) "A week is nothing, it'll fly right by," Daniel added. "We'll definitely be back before it's time!" "But I'm going to have the kits in a day or two!" Nix protested, rubbing his large tummy. "I can feel it!" He narrowed his golden eye. "And don't tell me that I've been saying that since you all got me free. I mean it, this time." The ferret shot the Civek a grin. "And that's why we'll be back as soon as we can, five days tops!" He insisted. The three men gave Nix a quick hug before boarding and taking off. Rios, who was always near the Civek, stepped closer and hugged the feline from behind. "Having Gracie around will be a great help for us first-timers. With her and Phen's experience, we should be fine," he mused aloud. "I had no clue bunbun would have seen so many births," Nix said, leaning back into the embrace. "I guess they thought it was some fancy blessing to have him around for them, and every lady who was about to pop begged him to hold their hand for it." "He has a spirit form, so he was considered quite the lucky charm," Mycha commented as he approached. He handed Nix a lidded glass with a smoothie made of ingredients the pregnant feline had cravings for. Their kitchen looked less like a kitchen and more like a grocery with the variety of fresh food their Captain ordered every few days for the Civek. The cat immediately snatched it, slurping happily while holding the large glass in both hands. His purr rumbled loudly as he drank, with soft moans every time he swallowed. Nix was forced to take a breath when Falorios peeked over the Civek's shoulder, chuckling. The feline growled and angled himself and the drink further from his mate. There had been that time Rios had thought Nix was done with one of his smoothies and had dumped it down the sink. When the cat came back from one of his increasingly frequent bathroom breaks, his drink had been gone. Nix thought Rios had likely learned his lesson, but it was always wise to be safe. "I said I was sorry," Rios whined. "I won't touch any of your smoothies ever again." "Mmmhmmm," Nix hummed agreeably, but sucked faster, just in case. The smoothie was gone quickly, leaving Nix to pull off the top and lick the rim and cap, unaware of how both Mycha and Rios watched his suggestively darting tongue as a blush crept across the mouse's freckled cheeks. "Yeah, I'm just gonna go back into the kitchen, shift, and roll around in cocoa mix..." the Murisian mumbled dazedly. Nix blinked as Mycha scurried off, processing what he'd said. "He'll be a mess, Falorios," the Civek said seriously, grabbing the moth's hand and dragging him along after Mycha. "I'll just have to lick him clean again. He knows I've been craving chocolate..." By the time the two of them got to the kitchen counter, it was to see Mycha writhing around on his back in his mouse form. Rios squinted as he read the package...Godiva hot cocoa mix? The sneaky mousie! "I can cover myself in chocolate syrup after you're done with Mycha," Rios suggested. "Mrahh?" Nix mewed, his gaze showing clear interest in the thought of a chocolate covered Falorios as he scooped up Mycha without having to look. The cat blew a quick puff of air over the small form cupped in his palms, chasing away the excess cocoa but making Mycha sneeze. Nix licked the Murisian's face apologetically and wandered into the living area to plop himself down next to Adrian, his tongue laving across chocolatey fur as he went. The green-haired Alano plopped down on Nix's other side with his arms folded and a pout on his face. The human glanced at all three of them and raised an eyebrow. "Do I want to know?" he mused aloud. Nix paused in his tongue-bathing just long enough to say, "Mousie was dirty again. And he's yummy." A tiny tremulous moan followed as the Civek continued his ministrations. "What the hell happened to the cocoa?" came a familiar shout from the kitchen. "That's the third time this week!" Caspin stuck his head out, eyes narrowed. "Phenner, if you're out there getting licked off again, you're cleaning this up!" The rabbit bolted in from the hallway. "I'm getting licked off again? Sweet!" He frowned, ears drooping. "Awwww, Mycha's having a turn and it looks like Rios is in line. Nix'll be asleep by the time they're both done." "Caspin or I can take care of you, Phen," Adrian suggested in a sultry tone of voice. "Yay! Catch me!" Phen called as he bounded over to the couch and let himself fall into Adrian's lap. The human chuckled as he wrapped his arms around the lithe bunny and gave him a kiss. "Mmmmm, how come you make me feel little and fragile and that makes me so hot?" Phenner murmured into his human's mouth as he rubbed himself against Adrian, a certain hardness proving the truth of his words. "But Mycha makes me feel all big and strong and that makes me all rawr, too?" Mycha let out a trilling moan as if in response to the rabbit's words. "We all have moments of feeling more fragile or strong depending on the situation," Adrian admitted. "Being around all of you makes me feel at home." Falorios peered over at the human, a grin on his face. "I feel the same." Nix seemed oblivious to the conversation, the motor in his chest rumbling as he continued his ministrations upon an extremely willing mouse. "All you guys make me happy, and it's special and different with each of you," Phenner admitted, cheeks pink. "So, you don't mind showing me how much bigger and stronger you are than me?” he asked Adrian hopefully. “I swear sometimes you can just about make me come without touching my cock when you get all alpha male on me. Not that I mind gropies and grindies. Those are excellent." "Mycha’s literally in Nix's palm while Adrian's downright palming Phen...I'm feeling a little left out," Falorios whined. "Do you want to play with me, Rios?" Caspin asked, strolling barefooted out of the kitchen brushing cocoa powder off his hands. "Helping Adrian get Phenner to make noises is awesome, don't get me wrong, but you are just as appealing and I don't see you getting much attention at the moment." A keening whimper escaped the Alano's lips as he eagerly tugged the Vulpan onto his lap and nuzzled the crook of his neck. "Definitely," he responded as he pressed a kiss Caspin's nose. "Yes," he continued as he pressed another kiss to each of his cheeks. "I'm a little attention-starved right now." "Poor thing," the captain said, cupping Rios's face in his hands as he straddled the larger man. Cas leaned close, feeling bold as he brushed their lips together softly. "I'll give you whatever you want." The Vulpan crossed his arms behind Falorios's neck. "However you want it." Rios took hold of Caspin's backside and grinded against him as he gave the side of the Vulpan's neck a gentle nip. "Right here as you are on my lap would do me just fine," he admitted. The Vulpan's green eyes closed as he gave a breathy moan, tipping his head submissively to offer more of his throat. Cas ran his hands down the deep green vest that hugged Rios' torso. "Damn, you always know just the spots to nibble that make the majority of me turn boneless and another part hard," Caspin admitted, his cheeks flushing. "Makes me feel like a horny teenager, ready to lift my ass and drop my tail to the side at a moment's notice." "Nope, can't take it...gotta have you," Rios responded between huffs of air as he quickly wiggled out of his pants and began to tug Caspin's off as well. "Right now." Over on the other side of Nix, Phen giggled. He had a perfect view of the other men on the couch from his position in Adrian's lap. The rabbit made a small happy noise as Adrian kissed under his jaw. Phenner closed his eyes, listening to the others. Caspin couldn't seem to decide if he should be laughing or moaning as Rios cursed the fox's new belt that was, apparently, much more complicated than any belt had a right to be. The Alano seemed to be distracted from stripping the captain. Caspin's dusky nipples, that Falorios claimed to be begging for his attention, were the cause. Meanwhile, in the middle of the couch, Nix was purring loudly as Mycha's tremulous cries seemed to be reaching a crescendo. The Murisian was shameless in his enjoyment of the pregnant Civek’s ministrations. This was his mate; his Serai. Falorios certainly was not the only one affected by Nix’s absence. The symphony of their voices left Phen hard and wanting. He turned his head, catching Adrian's lips in a firm kiss as he wriggled upon the bigger man's lap. "I think Rios has the right idea," Phenner whispered to Adrian, his flower-petal pink irises twinkling. "You should take off my pants." The human pressed a kiss to the rabbit's nose as his hands became busy disrobing them both. When he was through, his hands stroked up and down the sides of Phenner's torso, thumbs pressing gently along the pale pink buds on the albino's chest. "How should I have you, Phen?" he whispered back into a long, white ear as he gave it a nip. "H-hard," Phenner begged breathlessly, his pale, lithe body arching into the touch. "I wanna feel how strong you are." The rabbit took one of Adrian's hands and wrapped it around his slender wrist, then slid his other hand so his human's fingers clasped both wrists together. "I want to feel little and helpless and at the mercy of my big, sweet human." Phen's already rosy cheeks darkened further as he peeked between his lashes at Adrian. "Yeah? Maybe?" Adrian's periwinkle blue eyes darkened with lust. He lifted both of them up and then splayed the back of the rabbit against the table in front of the couch, in plain view of their Seraglio. The short, soft pair of shorts that the lithe man had on were effortlessly tugged right off and tossed aside. The human's large, tanned hand lifted Phen's shirt until it rose well above pale pink buds. “No, not maybe," Adrian practically purred as he took hold of the rabbit's wrists and held them pinned on either side of his head. "Most definitely a yes." The pale rabbit squirmed and whimpered, tugging at his pinned arms but clearly not really trying to get away. He almost felt as though he were on display for all of them. It made his already hard length twitch in excitement, the tip blushing a dark pink. Adrian began with giving Phenner a rather heady kiss. His lips then latched onto the skin on the side of the rabbit's neck, sucking hard. He didn't bother disrobing himself. The dark-haired man wanted to work his way down the pale body slowly first. Phen made a small, happy noise with the realization that Adrian was leaving a mark. It would stand out on his creamy white skin. People would see it when they went out to find more yummies for Nix. Phenner hoped they stared, wondering what he'd been doing and who he'd been doing it with. The rabbit grinned as he wrapped his long legs around his human's waist and began to grind against him. His intentions for going slow began to waver, but the taller man made his way down to one of the puckered nipples and gave it a gentle bite. He reached down to pinch one of the naughty bunbun's buns as he gave the other bud the same treatment. Adrian scooted further down, pressed a kiss on the pink-eyed man's shaft and finally pulled off his own clothes. He kicked his pants aside and made a show of slowly tugging his shirt off, revealing his well-defined chest. "Hnngh," was the most eloquent thing Phen could say as his eyes raked over his lover. The rabbit's cock throbbed demandingly and he reached down to grip it in his fist. The other hand went to his chest, dragging his nails across his snowy skin before giving his nipple a rough pinch. Phenner's hips bucked, but his gaze never stopped mapping the mouth-watering human before him. By that point, the rabbit wasn't the only one staring. A trembling moan followed by a squeak announced Mycha's completion. Nix cleaned him off with a low purr, but his gaze was locked on Adrian. Caspin had even turned around on Rios's lap to get a better view. The Alano himself was looking at the human over Caspin's shoulder as he worked the head of his self-lubricated shaft through the Vulpan's ring. The captain whined softly, his hips shifting in the Alano's tight grip. The hold kept him from slamming himself down and plunging Rios’s rod down to the hilt. The moth made Caspin slide down slowly, inch by inch, as the fox's thighs trembled. "Please, Rios," Cas begged, tail sweeping its soft fur across his lover's chest in agitation. Falorios subconsciously licked his lips as he kept the descent slow, allowing himself a moment to adjust to each new inch of heat as he settled himself deep inside of the green-eyed captain. "Are Ade's movements so hot that you're ready to blow?" He whispered into a large Fennec ear. "I don't want either of us to come just yet." The Alano pulled out halfway, just as slowly as before, only to allow gravity to drop Caspin back down onto him sharply. The fennec sucked in a breath that left him in a long moan as he ground his ass onto Rios. "Maybe," Cas admitted breathlessly. "Have you ever taken the time to lick between all those muscles of his? Or teased him until his eyes get bright and you can tell he wants to be gentle but it’s a struggle to keep from throwing you down and taking what he wants?" Caspin's gaze stayed on his human as he spoke, the fox's motions making Rios's length rub deliciously inside him. "No," Rios hissed as he gave another sharp thrust, his honey-hued eyes darkening a shade. "But, he definitely licked a line down my back, right between my wings, as he took me from behind the other day." He grinded within the Vulpan for a moment before snapping his hips right back up to slide further into his depths. "Definitely felt those muscles against my back." "You guys are all like -oh, fuck, there- sex candy, or something," Caspin told him. "Yummy." Falorios let out a snort as he shifted a bit and began to gradually pick up his pace. "Wonder if you'll think the same whenever we all get old and gray," he teased. "Guess I better make use of the energy and strength I have right now...give you lotsa memories." "Betcha I'll be..." Caspin cried out, clutching Rios' hands against his hips. "Be chasing you around in my walker, trying to cop a feel." Rios held the Vulpan's hips tighter as he added more force to his thrust. "Celestials, Cas...that's both hot and hilarious at the same time!" He admitted. Next to them, Nix was nuzzling Mycha in the palm of his hand. "Good mousie." The cat gave one last lick. "All clean." Mycha rolled right off the edge of Nix's fingers and shifted back into his human form gracefully. He lowered himself onto his knees before the Civek in one smooth transition. He gently peppered the feline's protruding belly in kisses, making a line straight down to his arousal. Large, golden eyes peered up at Nix. "May I, Serai?" He asked, not wanting to do anything to upset his mate. "If you can even reach it." Nix laughed, patting his rounded tummy. "I know it's under there somewhere. I haven't seen it or my feet in a while." The Murisian gave the Civek an excited expression as he settled himself further between Nix's legs. He slid his small hands up the sides of Nix's outer thighs before threading his fingers through each of the feline's hands. He had become so adept at giving head that he didn't even need his hands. In no time at all, he took the length into his mouth all the way to the base and sucked hard. "Ohhhh, damn," the cat groaned, wishing he could see what Mycha was doing. "Look at that, you found it." As Mycha's head was seen bobbing between Nix's legs, Adrian shifted his attention back down to the albino rabbit beneath him. He hadn't stretched him for long, knowing that Phen enjoyed a tighter fit. As he sank down into the pale man's entrance, he let out a rumbling groan. He held both of Phenner's wrists above his head with one hand as the other hand slid around to gently scratch the base of a cotton tail. The bunny squeaked and wriggled. "Adrian," he whined softly, tugging at his restrained wrists just to feel the human's fingers tighten around them. "Mmm, such a good job, taking me in all at once," the human purred as his free hand continued to slide along pale skin and dragging across a pink nipple. He gave a few shallow thrusts before driving himself in harder. "How do you want me to move? Slow?" He asked as he dragged his shaft slowly along Phen's prostrate. "Fast?" He asked again as he gave a swift thrust. "Hard?" He all but growled as he slammed his hips down in an undulating snap. Phenner yelped but his long legs wrapped around Adrian's waist. "H-hard... Feels so good any way you do it." The rabbit licked his rosebud lips. "But I want to feel it every time I sit down tomorrow." "Then, that's..." Adrian responded as he found a deep and rough rhythm. "...what I'll do." It felt so good to let go more of a bit more control than usual. He trusted the rabbit to speak up should his movements be too forceful. Phen's back arched, his pinned hands opening and closing. The flush pinking his cheeks spread down his throat and to his chest. He was certainly vocal, but his babble was all encouragement and carnal delight with Adrian's technique, physical attributes, and general prowess. Due to his more brusque movements, Adrian was unable to properly praise his lover as usual. His words were breathless and interlaced with pleasure. "Yes..." he hissed. “Perfect...so lovely..." And spread out beneath him, Phenner certainly was every complimentary thing Adrian claimed. Naked, the rabbit was all smooth white skin accented with shades of pink. His lips were swollen from kisses and nips. His fair hair spread around his head like a halo with his long, soft ears laying with one across his bicep and the other falling above him to show its coral tinted inner side. When Adrian raked his gaze downward, he found Phen's length. It was pointing at the ceiling, the tip darkened and leaking. Without hesitation, the human took hold of that length and began to stroke it at the same pace as his all but pummeling thrusts. "Don't...hold back..." Adrian insisted. 'Kay," Phenner gasped and promptly exploded, his legs tightening around Adrian's waist and his heels pressing against the man's ass. Adrian continued to piston into the rabbit's heat until he felt himself falling off the edge as well. "Fuck!" Falorios hissed as he continued to rock within Caspin, one of his hands eagerly pumping the Vulpan's member as the two of them took in the sight of their lovers reaching completion. "Double fuck," Caspin agreed, pushing himself back into every thrust. "I'm so close... Pull my tail, Rios. Please," he whimpered. The Alano immediately reached down with his other hand to tug the fluffy base, using it as leverage to tug the captain harder against his thrusts. The captain's petite body shuddered as he gasped, tall ears twitching. He slammed himself down and held himself there, rolling his hips in circles as his muscles clamped tight around the rigid cock filling him. Caspin keened as he came, spilling into the air in front of him and slicking Rios's pumping hand. Rios came hard within the Vulpan's inner walls, filling the fox up copiously with his seed. "Damn yes..." he gasped. The sounds of their Seraglio didn't deter Mycha from his devotion to Nix's flesh. They did, however, urge him to release Nix's hands in order to stroke himself at the same time. Nix wanted to thread his fingers through Mycha's hair, but he couldn't reach comfortably. Instead, his hands flung out to his sides, grabbing at whoever was closest. "Damn, mousie," Nix purred thrusting up gently. "Your mouth is pure, perfect sin." Mycha moaned as he deep-throated the Civek, humming as he kept him there. Nix groaned, his head falling back on the couch, his eyes fluttering closed. Rios shifted the cat's hold on his shoulder to his hand, twining their fingers together as Caspin slumped back on the Alano's chest. Adrian's hand had already found Nix's. The softly smiling human was reclining back on the sofa, petting an exhausted Phenner's ears. The rabbit was sprawled in Adrian's lap, his cheek resting against his human's chest. Phen listened to the steady thump of Adrian's heart as he watched Nix thoroughly enjoying Mycha's attention. Phen grinned as he saw the tip of the Murisian's tail begin to curl. The bunny knew what that meant. A glance at Nix showed the Civek was getting close, as well. The cat's dark lips were parted. Phen licked his own lips hearing Nix's soft, excited moans and mews. The cat's eyes flew open, his golden eye as unseeing as the blind one, as Nix arched, thrusting up hard into Mycha's mouth. The feline's ebony ears folded back into his red and black hair. He cursed once before he thrust again, his body strung tight, and Phen's smile widened at the thought of the mouthful Mycha was getting. But, the Murisian himself swallowed every last drop of the Civek's essence, the sheer pleasure of it tilting him over the edge. In seconds, he was licking the feline's member clean, much like Nix had done earlier for him. He then nuzzled one of the other man's thighs, happy sounds falling from his lips. As the six men snuggled closer together, their peaceful moment was interrupted by a sudden outburst. "Wait, so the spilled cocoa was Mycha all this time?" Caspin questioned in a chiding tone. The Murisian both snickered and looked chagrined at the same time. "I promise to clean it up in a few minutes?" He responded. "Shhh," Nix cooed as he reached down to pet the captain's fluffy tail. "Clean up later. Nappies now." ::::::::: Nix was curled next to Falorios in what Phenner had dubbed 'the nesting room', rubbing the increasingly itchy skin stretched over his swollen belly. His other mates were close, with Nix in the middle of the irregular circle their bodies made. The Civek was the only one awake. "Feel like I'm gonna split like an overripe drayfa fruit," the Civek grumbled. Nix gave up on the rubbing and moved on to scratching the tight skin. He whined as one of the babies showed its displeasure by kicking him hard in the ribs. At the slightest whimper, Rios all but startled awake with a gasp, reaching over to place a gentle hand on Nix's shoulder. "Everything ok, love?" He asked as he glanced about to ensure that their other mates were there with them and safe. "Itchy," Nix whined. "And your child boots me in the guts when I scratch! Your kitten is being mean to me, Falorios!" "Would you like me to rub some lotion on you?" The Alano suggested. "I'm sorry our little one's restless." "Rub the belly," Nix said, flopping onto his back amongst the pillows, arms flung above his head. The Civek wheezed when the sweet little lives inside him squished the air out of his lungs. Nix groaned and rolled on his side, reaching behind himself to rub his aching lower back. "And I'll get Ade to rub your back later, too," Rios offered as he dug for the lotion and began to gently apply it on the Civek's skin. The expression on his face changed from the content of touching his mate to confusion, and slight panic. "I-Is there a bump on your bump?" "Yes," Nix hissed, eyes narrowing dangerously. "I know my belly-button popped and I'm an outie now and it looks weird." Rios shook his head frantically. "I'm not talking about your belly button, I'm saying beneath it," he countered as he shuffled around to look. His honey-hued eyes widened. "Celestials, it's a whole line! Kinda looks like a raised scar...does it hurt?" He asked as he gently slid a thumb along the edge of the raised skin. Nix shivered, the area more sensitive than the rest of his skin. "A raised line..." The cat's eyes widened. "Below my belly button. About yay long?" Nix held his hands up about six inches apart. "Running up and down, not side to side?" The wide-eyed Alano nodded his head. "Do you know how it happened? Should I take you to the Medbay?" He asked immediately. "Uh, yeah, I know how it happened... Well, mostly. They explained it when they separated the boys, girls, and breeders in health class in middle school. It the escape hatch." Nix rubbed a hand over his face. "A few days to a week before a breeder pops, we get one. Makes a path through my guts, splits the muscle and skin, and stays glued together until right before showtime." Nix peeked at Rios through his fingers. "I thought you said you guys learned all the things about breeder births?" The Alano's mouth hung open, his eyes still wide. "My kind still lay eggs and most of the info we've gotten about births have been from Phen and what little Caspin managed to glean from his travels!" He insisted in a panicky whisper. "I hatched from an egg!" The Civek was pretty nervous about the upcoming birth. Somehow, that feeling twisted into a need to torment his mate, just a little. "Yep, these babies are gonna tear right out of my tumtum, through that little bitty hole down there," Nix said, covering his devilish smile with his hand and trying to make his eyes look scared. "Just rip right through." Falorios paled. "Caspiiiin!" He called out as he reached over to shake the Vulpan's shoulder. "Caspin! We have to find someone with Civek breeder knowledge to help Nix deliver...like right now! He has an escape hatch!" The Vulpan bolted upright, the hair on one side of his head sticking out wildly, head-butting Rios. "What?" Cas whined, rubbing the knot forming on his forehead. "Who has a what, now? The babies are coming? ADRIAN!" Caspin's cry startled all the other men awake. Adrian carefully clambered over to Nix. "Everything alright, kitten?" He asked as he approached. Nix shrugged, nibbling his lip nervously as he pointed at the raised line on his stomach. "Escape hatch." The human placed a hand on either side of the raised line. "How soon?" He asked, his blue eyes filled with wonder. "What do you need?" "Time machine?" Nix said seriously. "Then I can go forward a week and hang out with my babies without dealing with that whole giving birth thing?" "A week?" Cas squeaked. "But the Civek baby doctor isn't going to be here for at least a month and a half! He's at some stupid important conference about reproductive rights!" Upon hearing the news, Falorios fainted. "Rios!" Adrian cried out as he held out his arm to catch the Alano in mid-fall. "Aww," Nix sighed, leaning over to pet the Alano's pale green hair. "Guess I shouldn't have said anything about kittens ripping through me. Oopsie." "The kits will be here in less than a week!" Phenner exclaimed happily, crawling over Mycha to give Nix a hug. "And don't worry about the ripping, Nixie. That's something that happens sometimes. The Medbay will fix you right up, no problem." Nix stared at the bunny, his inky skin growing ashen. "You mean there really is ripping of my flesh?" the Civek shouted, looking horrified. "No! No flesh-ripping!" "Well, it doesn't happen every time," Phenner said hesitantly. "No." Nix pointed at the rabbit and then looked desperately at Adrian. "Time machine?" "We'll all be right there with you, you've nothing to fear," Adrian pointed out as he carefully lifted Rios into his arms and slid down the massive pillow to the door. "I'm going to take Rios to the Medbay," he announced as he motioned towards the direction with his head. "Coming, kitten?" "There better be that time machine when I get there," Nix grumbled as he followed, Mycha giving him a boost to help him to his feet. "I'll try to reach the doctor and see if he knows anyone in the surrounding systems who is qualified to oversee A Civek breeder birth," Caspin said quickly, scurrying out the door after them. Phenner frowned and looked at Mycha. "I feel really bad," the bunny said quietly. "I lied. Tearing is common. Hopefully it'll be different since Nixie has a different kind of escape hatch." "Me too," Mycha whispered back. "But, the Medbay will definitely help!" ::::::: The Civek was on a mission. He waddled down the ship’s corridor, dragging a confused Falorios behind him. The cat peeked behind a door, sighed, shut it, and moved on. "What are you looking for?" the Alano asked cautiously. His mate had been increasingly moody over the last several days since the 'escape hatch' had developed below Nix's belly button. The poor moth never knew when his lover would start spitting and hissing or crying despondently. "I want you to fuck me," Nix said simply, looking in another room. "We've passed quite a few rooms with beds in them," Rios suggested quietly. "And a couple couches, too." "Nope," the cat said seriously. "Not the right place." "Maybe if you tell me what place you need I can help you find it?" Rios asked as he was dragged around a corner. Nix's yellow eye and white eye both narrowed dangerously. Rios swallowed. It appeared that it was going to be a hissing day. Luckily, the Civek was distracted by the next door. Nix grinned and yanked it open, peering into the darkness beyond. The linen closet was cool and smelled like clean laundry. Shelves holding sheets, blankets, and towels lined the walls. It was a little bigger than the walk-in closet in Nix's room. "Get in the closet, Falorios," Nix said with a wicked grin and a jerk of his head, making his red-streaked ebony hair fall into his eyes. The Alano felt a heat that dove right to his cock at the sight of that grin. Without a response, he scampered right into the closet and began to lay down soft towels on the ground for them to lay on. "Need more blankets," Nix muttered, yanking down a mountain of comforters that nearly buried them. Rios helped Nix push them around until the Civek was satisfied. Rios blinked at the well-cushioned fort they'd made. It was like a soft, cozy nest. The thought made his skin prickle and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Nix quickly distracted the moth from his worries by stripping them both out of their clothes and slamming their mouths together as he pulled Rios toward their little fort. Warm hands eagerly stroked all over the feline's skin as the two of them descended onto the pile. "So hot," he whispered when they pulled away. "Sexy, gorgeous..." The Alano confessed as his hand gently stroked the Civek's member. Nix mewed excitedly, thrusting his hips as he reached for the Alano's hardening length. The cat bit his lip and moaned as he felt Rios' natural lubrication begin to slick the shaft. "I want this in me," Nix purred. "Hurry." Rios didn't hesitate to maneuver them both until he was laying behind Nix in a spooning position. From there, he carefully pressed himself at the other man's entrance as he gently lifted Nix's leg so he could slide in. A groan fell from his lips as he was once again surrounded by his mate's heat. "Nix." "Nnn, Falorios... Fuck, yes... Deep, give it to me deep, sugar," the cat purred, rolling his hips back. "You can go slow if you're worried about the kittens. I promise I'll tell you if anything feels like too much. But I need you all the way inside me." The Alano complied, thrusting harder and faster into the feline's depths. One of his hands slid over a hip before taking hold of the Civek's slick arousal and stroking it to the same beat. "Love you so much," He panted into Nix's ear. "Mine," the cat said breathlessly, reaching back to hold Rios close, pushing back into every thrust. "You're mine. I won't ever let you leave me. I need you too much." "I could say the same thing," Rios pointed out. "Celestials, I'm never letting you outta my sight again. Ever." He admitted as he continued to drive himself further and further inside. "Yay," Nix said softly, but with feeling. "Oh, fuck, Falorios... I'm close already... Feels so good..." Falorios kissed the nape of Nix's neck as he kept up his pace, both with the movement of his hips and the hand stroking the feline's shaft. "Then do it," he hissed. "Come hard for me, Nix." The Civek's head fell back against Rios' shoulder as his half tail curled around his lover's hip. When the Alano's thumb circled Nix's tip at the same time Rios rubbed the cat's sweet spot, Nix was lost. He moaned and mewed, body tightening around Rios as he made a mess of the blankets beneath them. Rios followed him right into bliss as he came deeper inside the Civek than he ever recalled. He felt another layer of dampness falling over his hand and below them and he wondered, for a moment, if Nix had somehow cum twice. As he peered over, he realized that the wetness was most certainly not coming out of the Civek's shaft. "Oh shit!" he gasped. "What's going on?" Nix looked down at the growing wet spot beneath him then back at Rios. "Oops. I think my water just broke." "CASPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" Falorios called out frantically after taking a moment to cover Nix's ears. "CASPIN, ADE, PHEN, MOUSIE, IT'S HAPPENING!" "Still too loud," the Civek hissed as he elbowed the Alano in retaliation. But, Rios was already rushing out the closet door glancing from one end of the hall to the next. "GUYS, IT'S HAPPENING!" The men came from all directions. Caspin and Adrian sprinted from the common room, followed by Loxias and Sifta, who had stopped by to visit and see how everyone was. Phenner hopped out of a bedroom on one leg, pulling on his shorts with a blushing Mycha behind him looking clothed, but suspiciously disheveled and pink-cheeked. "They're coming? Now?!" Caspin yelled, making Nix growl from the darkness of the linen closet. "They can't come now! I haven't even heard back from the Civek specialist on who would know about breeder births around here!" Cas stuck his head in the closet, his voice lowering. "Hang in there, Nixie. Everything is just fine. No problems here. Everything under control." "I'm in labor, not deaf!" the cat hissed, throwing a wadded up towel at the captain's head. "And I don't need a damn baby doctor poking at me. I'm fine right here to have the babies. It's safe and dark in here." "Umm, don't you think the Medbay might be better?" Phenner asked gently as he stepped around Cas to scoot into the closet. "Safe and dark!" the Civek growled, looking for another towel to ball up and throw. "Ohhh." Nix gave up the search to clutch his swollen tummy, feeling the muscles tightening under his hands. "Yeah, that doesn't feel good." Rios rushed back to Nix’s side. “Can someone get him some water?” He called out. “If a Civek specialist is what you need, I can find you one,” Lox’s deep voice joined the fray. “Let me make a few phone calls.” "Ugh, I told you. I don't need some weirdo fussing at me,” Nix grumbled, nodding his thanks to Mycha, who had appeared with a bottle of water. The cat nearly dropped it when his stomach muscles tightened. "Fuck, Rios, we're never having sex again." “I’d trade sex for your safety and our kittens any day,” Rios vowed with sincerity. Caspin nodded to Loxias, his green eyes frightened. "Please, find me Nix's weirdo," he said quietly so the Civek wouldn't hear. "I mean doctor. Shit. No weirdos." The massive Kaynen was already dictating orders through the phone. Falorios remained right next to Nix, Mycha at the Civek's other side, while Phenner spoke words of encouragement beside Mycha. Within the hour, Adrian opened the hangar to let in an obstetrician that, though he didn't exactly specialize in Civeks, had always been interested in their culture during school and even wrote a thesis on Civek breeders. The Kaynen doctor followed the human, rubbing a hand over his weary face. A yowl split the air, followed by colorful cursing coming from the darkened room. "My patient is stuffed in a closet?" the doctor asked incredulously. "What were you thinking? He should have immediately been taken to your Medbay to monitor his progress." “That would be easier said than done,” Adrian responded. “He refuses to get out of there.” The Kaynen was several inches shorter than the human who appeared muscular enough to pick the doctor up and throw him, though the Kaynen had a fair bit of muscle on him, as well. The obstetrician wasn't intimidated, however, crossing his arms and glaring at the bigger man. "How many of you are there and none of you could get him there?" the doctor asked, rolling his golden brown eyes as his folded terrier ears twitched. The doctor set down his bag and stepped toward the door. A timid-looking Vulpan standing next to it. "Are you one of the fathers?" the doctor asked. "A friend," Sifta answered with a shake of his head. "But Nix won't let anyone in but his mates. Be careful doctor. He has very good aim for throwing things," Sifta warned him, rubbing the bump on his forehead. "Don't worry. He's neither the first mother to start flinging things about during labor, nor is he the last. Go have a med unit take care of that goose egg, “the doctor ordered, shooing the Vulpan away.” Mr. Nix, my name is Dr. Turnquist. It's past time to go to the Medbay, don't you think?" the Kaynen said without going inside. "Fuck off, weirdo!" came the instant response. The obstetrician turned to Adrian with raised brows. The human rushed inside and knelt next to the Civek. “Kitten, the doc only wants what’s best for the kits...you do want them to be safe, don’t you?” He urged. “The safest place for them right now is the Medbay.” "It's safe here," the Civek protested, wrapping his arms around Adrian's waist and burying his face in his human's tummy. Dr. Turnquist stepped in while Nix was distracted, looking around quickly. As he'd expected, the Civek had built himself a birthing nest somewhere dark and quiet. The nest was more…fluffy than expected. But, considering the number of soft blankets that had been in the closet, it wasn't surprising. Now to get the cat to the Medbay. "Of course, this would be an excellent location, except... Hmmm," the obstetrician said thoughtfully, noticing Nix's ears perking in his direction. "Shame about the draft. Even with plenty of swaddling, hopefully the kittens won't take a chill. And if criminals were to break into the ship, this area is awfully close to the loading bay." Turnquist shook his head. "You are all quite tough-looking, though. I'm sure the little ones will be quite strong and able to withstand whatever." The Kaynen strolled over to the opposite end of the wide shelf Nix had used to hold up his blanket fort. Turnquist gave it a push and frowned. "This seems a tad rickety. Do you have problems with wood-eating bugs?" Nix squeaked and scooted away from the shelf, heaving himself into Adrian's lap and clung to the man's neck. "The babies will freeze and be in danger from baddies and then get bitten by bugs in here!" the Civek wailed. "We can't stay in here!" The ex-soccer-player glared at the doctor for putting such fears into Nix's mind. But, his expression softened when the Civek all but clambered into his arms. He lifted Nix up in a steady motion. “Then, shall we go to the Medbay?” He asked gently. At the Civek's hesitant nod Adrian, flanked by the rest of their Seraglio, made their way to the Medbay. The human carefully laid Nix down and Rios immediately took hold of the feline's hand, refusing to be parted from his side. Mycha took Nix's other hand and stood on his other side. Caspin and Phenner stood right next to them. "What do you need us to do?" Adrian asked Dr. Turnquist. "Have you all even cleaned your hands?" Turnquist asked. At the guilty looks, the doctor grumbled and pointed at the hand sanitation station against the wall. "Alright then," Turnquist approached the ebony skinned breeder shifting uncomfortably under the sheet on the well-padded table. "Do you want your kittens to be born hale and hearty? Do you want to give them the best possible chance?" "Of course I do, asshole," Nix snapped, hugging his swollen stomach protectively. "Good. I want that, too," Turnquist said seriously, pulling a small bottle out of his pocket, squirting some sanitizer in his palms and rubbing it vigorously over his hands and forearms. "I got my ass pulled out of bed for this. I want to see a bunch of healthy babes when we're through." The doctor pulled another sheet from a shelf and laid it gently over Nix's chest. "I'll do my best to tell you what I'm doing and why I'm doing it. You do what you need to do to be comfortable as long as you stay up here on the table and I can still do my work. Deal?" "Fine." Nix crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose in the air. "But if you do anything funny, I'll have Adie tear your arms off." "Sounds fair," Turnquist said with a chuckle. "Now, let's get a look at your forare and see how far along you are." "Look at my what?" Nix growled, clutching the sheets to his body. "Where the kittens will come out," the doctor said gruffly, sneaking a sheet out from under the Civek's hands and tugging it down so one sheet continued to cover Nix's chest and he folded the other just under the cat's rounded tummy. "There we are." Turnquist grabbed a skin and tissue sanitizing scanner from a shelf under the table, running it over every inch of Nix's belly. "That's the escape hatch," the Civek said stubbornly. "That, too," the doctor responded. "I'm going to touch you, now." When the men had finished cleaning up, they returned to the table to find Dr. Turnquist laying his hands on Nix's stomach, concentration furrowing his eyebrows as Nix hissed at him. "Did you dunk your hands in ice water?" the cat complained. Rios and Mycha immediately rushed back over to Nix's sides, taking a hand each. Phenner peered at the doctor's process with increasing interest. "Our Medbay is quite advanced," Caspin explained. "We have the signature of many species thanks to our travels and help from the Zanders." The doctor looked unimpressed. "Get him scanned then," Turnquist said, peering at Nix's stomach. "I want to know if his linea alba and the aponeurosis of the external obliques have fully parted. I'm not rooting around in there with him half unzipped." The Kaynen's frown deepened. "And please tell me you have version six point seven of the anesthesia protocol. We want him to be comfortable, not pickle him." "I-I'll check right now and get him scanned," Caspin said quickly, sprinting to a console. "Ade, you did all the anesthesia training, right? Do you remember the version?" “Yes, we do have six point seven,” Adrian responded. Rios’s wings fluttered behind him as he tried not to panic. “Everything will be fine,” He muttered to himself. “Nix and the kittens will be fine...” "Of course we will," Nix winked at the Alano and squeezed his hand. "I'm too stubborn to let anything go wrong." The cat's grip tightened when his stomach muscles locked tight again. "Scan's done!" Caspin chirped, hitting a button to send the report to a screen near the doctor. "Finally," Turnquist grumbled, looking over the information. He chuckled. "Good thing I came when I did. Your kittens appear to be impatient to arrive. The first is getting ready to start down the transverse canal." The doctor nodded to Adrian. "Better get that anesthesia program running quick." He punched in orders on his screen. "We can dull the pain, but not eliminate it or labor will stall. Don't override the numbers I just put in." "Fuck you!" Nix shouted, clutching the hands he held. "Eliminate! This hurts like a goddamned bitch! Adrian! Override the crap out of him!" "We have to do what's best for both you and the kittens," Adrian frowned at the sight of the Civek in pain. "He then turned towards the doctor. “Understood." "Ade, now you and Rios are never fucking me again!" Nix snarled. He would have found something to throw if Phen and Falorios hadn't been hold his hands. "I'll bend over for you and you can fuck me if that's how you want it from now on," Adrian mused aloud as he followed the doctor's instructions. "You have to be alive to do it though, and that's why we're doing what the doc says." Nix just grumbled in response. "Well, if that's all settled," Dr. Turnquist interjected, looking up from his screen. "It seems like your appropriate bits and parts have spread themselves enough to get this show going. Which is good, because somebody dragged me from my warm bed and I'd like to damn well get back to it." "Ow, ow, fucking ow!" Nix hissed as his belly tightened. It felt as though he was going to tear apart from the inside. "Are you friggin' hitting the wrong anesthesia buttons you damned too tall human! Don't make me come over there!" Mycha began to pat Nix’s forehead with a soft terry cloth. “Breathe, Nixie,” he urged. “Deep breaths.” The Civek struggled through several breaths until he began to calm. "Ah, mousie, I love you," Nix sighed, his pupil contacting as the MedBay's pain relief kicked in suddenly. "You make me feel better. Still kinda hurts, but I can take kinda. Not nearly the worst pain I've felt. It's not so bad now." Nix blinked up at Mycha. "You're so cute and adorable. Wait, are those both the same things?" Nix frowned and shook his head. "Doesn't matter, you're both. You can still fuck me while I’m fucking Adrian and Falorios but not letting them fuck me, 'kay?" “It would be an honor,” the Murisian responded as he continued to gently pat Nix down with the cloth. "Do you think the kittens will be alright, mousie?" the Civek asked, voiced strained as his abdominal muscles tightened again, pain leaking through the anesthetic. "I know you'll tell me the truth. I've been feeling them move around. I talk to them when no one's listening. I love them sooooo much, my little bitty furbutts that I haven't even seen yet." Nix blinked rapidly, squeezing tightly to the hands holding his as he kept his hazy gaze on Mycha. "I love them so much. I don't know if I can take losing even one of them. And the only professional that can help me is a Kaynen weirdo." The doctor's snort sounded suspiciously like he was covering a laugh. His focused stayed on the opening in his patient's stomach, however, not looking up. Nix didn't notice, unable to pull his attention from his mousie. “We’ll take good care of them,” Mycha vowed. “Every single one.” "'Kay, I... Well, that feels bizarre..." Nix peered over his tummy to see the doctor lifting something small enough to be mostly hidden by his long fingers. "Kit number one is out," the doctor announced. "Activate the first tube. I want it warm and running in two seconds. I don't feel any breaths." Caspin slammed his finger on the icon and a picnic basket sized clear pod seemed to appear next to the doctor. Dr. Turnquist snipped and sealed the umbilical cord and set the tiny creature on the padded floor of the pod with the utmost care. When he removed his hands the lid snapped closed with a click that seemed to ring through the silent room. The men all craned to see inside as the doctor activated the pod and began scanning. A little bundle about the size of Caspin's fist lay inside. It appeared to be wrapped in a thin bluish-indigo covering that wound tightly around it. As the pod efficiently cleaned and dried the swaddled infant, the edges of the covering curled back to reveal a tiny tan - colored foot. The pod beeped and the tiny bundle flexed, little humanoid toes curling. The rest of the covering fell to either side of the baby, revealing purple - blue butterfly wings with splotches of white and red at the edges. The wings were flat and rumpled, like a silk shirt that needed to be ironed. The baby kicked, opening cupid bow lips in a wall of displeasure, thin lavender antennae unfurling from under black and green tufts of hair to twitch in agitation. "Congratulations," Turnquist said, returning to his vigil at Nix's lower abdomen. "It's a boy." The men in the room seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief as they heard the infant’s hearty wail. “Our firstborn!” Rios cried out in joy. “Nix, you’re doing so well.” He praised as he pressed a kiss to the Civek’s temple. "H-he's okay?" Nix asked, voice trembling as he blinked back tears. "Did someone count fingers and toes?" "Ten fingers, ten toes!" Phenner announced in excitement, all but plastering his face to the glass of the tube to count. "Fluffy lavender antennae and baby butterfly wings!" "Name him for me, bunbun?" Nix asked with a tired smile. "Phaedryn," the rabbit whispered, a gentle smile on his lips as he drew his finger along the glass over the baby, who seemed to be calming. The infant's eyes blinked open and seemed to be looking back at Phenner. The bottom of the iris was deep green, slowly morphing to buttercup yellow at the top. "Hello, Phaedryn. I'm one of your daddies and I'm so glad you're finally here." Nix squeezed Rios' hand as contractions hit again, but the cat let out a breath. It wasn't nearly as painful as before. Mycha took Nix's other hand and continued to wipe the Civek's brow. There was a slight pulling sensation on Nix's lower stomach, but it didn't hurt or bother him. The cat assumed he might have to wait through several more rounds of contractions before he got another baby. "Pod," Turnquist ordered, making Nix lift his head from the pillow. Phenner was vibrating with excitement as he peered over the doctor's shoulder. Turnquist elbowed him aside and deposited a kit even smaller than the first in the second pod. She had tiny black and white paws and legs that seemed more than a little shaky as she tried to crawl forward. A little round puff of a black tail sat above her bottom. Her body and face was a soft, snowy white with hints of pink at her nose and in her ebony ears, which were elongated like Phenner's but pointed and wider, like Nix's. The eyes were tightly closed, each circled in black fur, and looked unlikely to open until she was older. When Phen let out a small ‘squee’ he simply couldn't contain, the little kit gave a tiny squeak back. "I helped make that one!" Phenner announced proudly. "Congratulations," Dr. Turnquist said once more, then paused. "It's a rabbit-cat-bunny-kitten-something..." "It's a girl!" Caspin chipped in, grinning at his screen. "Nice and healthy!" "That one was easy," Nix admitted. "Phen, you're allowed to fuck me." The rabbit grinned shamelessly as Nix turned his eyes to Adrian. "You name this one, big guy." A large grin formed on the human's face. "Anisa," he decided. "Our first darling little girl." “Perfect,” Nix told him. "Make sure those pods are giving vaccinations, vitamins, glucose, and surfactants to those kits. I want their breathing nice and easy and Civeks have a tendency towards a blood sugar drop right after birth." The doctor was pulled from his orders to Caspin by his patient's pained groan as a strong contraction hit. The next baby took longer to arrive. It was wrapped up like the first had been, though these wings were creamy white instead of indigo - blue. The wrinkled wings fell to the sides before the doctor could get the little bundle to the pod, revealing a baby who was breathing but with skin a terrifying shade of blue that wasn't natural to any of their species. The doctor said nothing as he quickly but carefully deposited the infant into the pod and strode over to take Caspin's place at the console. Phenner looked down at the little one. He was nearly the same size as Phaedryn, but where Phaedryn’s tiny hands and feet wriggled in the air, this kit's lay limp as though exhausted. His little chest rose and fell, which kept Phenner from panicking. Snowy white kitten ears peeked from ebony curls, matching his white-furred tail. With the rumpled wings spread, Phen saw the shape and pattern looked like that of a white lunar moth. “It’s a boy,” the rabbit said softly. “Ten fingers and ten toes, Nixie.” “What's wrong with him?” the Civek asked desperately, even as another contraction hit him. “You,” the doctor pointed at Phenner. “Go watch for the next kit. Catch it if you have to. Don't pull. Let it come out on its own.” Phen rushed to obey. “And before you yell at me and tire yourself out, give me just a moment to finish this scan. Don't panic. This is a good MedBay and I'm a good doctor.” Turnquist glared at the screen as though that would give him the information faster. “There.” He typed as he spoke, giving the MedBay orders. “He has a heart defect, likely congenital. I said watch for the next kit!” the doctor snapped as Phenner’s head whipped around and he swayed on his feet. “Looks like dextro-transposition of the great arteries.” “Can you fix it?” several voices asked at the same time. “Of course I can,” Turnquist grumbled.” He'll just need some extra time in the tube. I've got the pod flipping his blood oxygenation input. Just give it a moment. That will keep him healthy and safe until we can adjust the repair protocols for such a little guy. He's got miles to go, but he'll be fine. Just needs a little extra time.” As soon as Nix turned towards Mycha, the Murisian realized the most fitting name for the little moth. “Miles,” he stated. “Miles will be his name.” Falorios was pale as he clasped Nix’s hand a little harder than he needed too. He gulped, but otherwise kept his frantic thoughts to himself as they continued to focus on the rest of the babies. “Uh, something's happening here, doc,” Phenner said uneasily. “And it looks like a head.” “Little busy over here,” Turnquist said impatiently. “Support the head when you catch it, seal the umbilical, get the kit in the pod, and get back in time to pull the placenta so the next kit isn't blocked.” “Okay, I can do that,” Phenner said. “I can do the things. Oh, holy… I see ears! There are silver foxy ears! And this one is wrapped up, too, just not as much! That means wings! There you go, little buddy, get that other shoulder out. Looks like black leopard spots over white and silver. Sweet Goddess, here it comes! Got ‘im!” Phen sealed the cord like a pro and hurried the baby to a pod. “He's pink and he's breathing! Ew, kinda slimy, though, aren’t you, little guy? ” The kit protested his transfer into the pod with a shockingly loud cry. “Yep! Definitely breathing!” Phenner announced as he hurried back to Nix. Rios nearly yelped when Nix tugged at his hand sharply. “Oh! Um, that one can be Faustir,” he announced. “Phen, please come back!” He added in a pleading whisper. “Why do you need bunbun?” Nix demanded, his yellow iris darkening. “Are you trying to get away? Do you just want to go see one of your cute little kits and leave me here in agony?” the Civek demanded. “I swear, I’m going to find a way to get you pregnant, Falorios,” Nix hissed. “Super-duper pregnant.” “And I’m back!” Phenner announced, taking over the hand Mycha had been holding. “Looks like Miles will be okay. Just need to get him fixed up after you’re done, Nixie! And you’re getting close! You can do it!” Phen smiled at Rios who was stark white. “I love the name Faustir! Uh, you okay, Rios?” “I’m fine,” Rios all but whimpered. “Totally fine. Is the next kit ok?” “Faustir is perfect. Getting all his vaccinations and good stuff.” Phen petted Nix’s cheek. “Thank you so much for them, Nixie. I can’t even tell you how my heart feels like it’s gonna just blow up in a big rainbow glitter cloud of happiness. I love you.” Nix nuzzled into the touch. “Love you too, bunbunnnoohhhmyFUCKwhatthehell!” Nix shrieked as his muscles tightened. “Turn the drugs back on, you sadistic meathead!” “They’re on!” Adrian assured. “Well, then give me more!” Nix wrenched himself onto his elbows to glare at the doctor over the mountain of his stomach. “What in the nineteen hells are you doing down there!” “The next kit isn’t turned,” Turnquist told him with a frown. “He’s coming out feet first. This one’s going to be difficult. I could try to reach in and turn him. It would make him come out easier, but you’re likely to tear and it might hurt the kit behind him.” “Why are you just numbing me up and cutting them all out?” Nix demanded. “Everything I’ve read about Civeks says that C-sections are a choice of last resort,” the doctor explained quickly. “The Civek kits are stimulated to begin breathing on their own by going through the birthing process. Civek kits that have to be removed surgically have to be on ventilators for a minimum of two weeks. They also are more prone to infection, their little hearts tend to be sluggish, and they don’t feed as well.” “Don’t you dare cut the babies out of me, then!” Nix shouted. “Do you want me to turn this kit?” “You keep your damned hands out of my escape hatch!” Nix bellowed, sitting up further. “That is exit only! You might hurt the next kitten!” Nix groaned as another contraction locked like iron bands around his belly. “You stick your fingers in there and I’ll break them off... Holy fuck, is that a foot?” Though he couldn’t even fully see what was going on, the mere sound of it seemed to be a touch too much for the Alano. He opened his mouth as if to help urge Nix to follow the doctor’s suggestions, but then he promptly swayed in place and passed out. “FALORIOS, YOU SON OF A BITCH, GET BACK UP HERE!” Nix hollered, yanking roughly on the hand he was still holding. “Wake up or I’m tearing this arm off! You promised to help me through this! If I can’t be knocked unconscious neither can you!” “Would someone please check the father with the weak constitution to make sure he hasn’t bashed a hole in his head?” Dr. Turnquist asked, rolling his eyes. He held onto the pair of feet that were sticking out and gave them a wiggle. The toes flexed and a bit more of the infant slid out. “Oh, thank goodness, this one is all wrapped from the ankles up. Should make it pop out easier.” He felt the side of Nix’s stomach with his other hand. “One more big contraction and this one should be done. You’re doing fine. His little feet are kicking and his skin tone looks healthy. I can already tell this one will hit the ground running.” Nix wailed Rios’ full name when the next contraction wracked him. The doctor pulled gently on the kit’s ankles, guiding it out. The head and body, down to its little feet were wrapped tightly in black wings with brown spots, allowing the baby to slip out easier than the doctor had expected. The umbilical was sealed and kit number five was placed just as carefully into a pod as its brothers and sisters. Mycha rushed over to check Rios. “He’s still breathing, he should be fine!” He said as he gently patted the Alano’s cheek. “What a time to faint, Rios, honestly…” While Mycha looked over Falorios, Caspin peeked at the upside-down babe. “The little one seems to be ok,” he reported as the baby’s wings opened to expose more of his body. “Mouse ears? And a cat tail...with black wings with brown spots, oh he’s simply precious!” “I think it’s your turn to name him, Cas,” Mycha pointed out from his spot on the ground. “I say when they get named,” Nix growled. Several seconds passed until the Civek nodded. “Okay, now you can name him, foxy.” “Chase,” the captain chose. “This one will be Chase.” “How many is that?” Nix asked, flopping back onto the pillow, unable to hold himself up any longer. “Can I be done now?” His eyes blinked slowly. “‘m tired.” “One more left,” the doctor announced. “Come on, last one. You can’t sleep yet. Don’t you want to meet them?” “Later maybe?” the Civek’s eyes closed. “Chasiepoo took a lot outta me.” “You have to be awake to name this one, Nixie,” Phenner whispered, kissing the cat’s forehead after brushing the dampened blank locks from it. “Just a little more.” “But Falorios won’t see it…” Nix whimpered, tears slipping from under his closed lids. He shook the limp Alano’s hand where he still clung to it. “Cuz Falorios left me all alone because he’s a stupid head.” When he heard the hints of despair in Nix’s voice, Mycha frowned and was prompted into action. He drew a hand back and brought it sharply across the Alano’s face in a stinging slap that caused the other man to startle awake. “Huh? Where am I?” Rios mumbled, disoriented for a moment. But, then he realized what was going on and he let out a yelp. “Babies! Nix!” He rushed upwards and nearly tumbled back down again due to lost equilibrium, but the Murisian was right there to keep him upright. “Easy there, Rios,” Mycha insisted. “Nix is almost done, this is the last kit.” “Falorios!” Nix wailed, his eyes opening. “You came back! I take it back, you aren’t a son of a bitch stupid head.” “Contraction coming,” the doctor warned. “Let’s see if we can get this little tyke out on this one. Just let it roll through you.” Rios bent down to press a kiss to the back of Nix’s hand. “Last one, baby.” “Hnn, still fucking hurts,” Nix groaned as the contraction hit him. “I better get some amazing drugs after this.” “I promise, all the best ones,” Turnquist said. “Just this last kit and you can have them.” “Looks like another little bundle,” the doctor announced. “Just a little more, hold onto the contraction. Let it go on a little-there we go. Last one’s out.” The umbilical was sealed and the tiny wrapped baby was deposited into the final pod. The wings wrapping the kitten shimmered, mostly consisting of translucent sections that showed the shifting infant inside. Black and tan lines circled each clear window. When they unfurled, the kit stretched little pale arms and legs and yawned widely. She blinked up at the world with wide eyes, the irises with an inner ring of yellow and an outer ring that was pale green. She turned her head toward Chase, who was howling, showing off her human ears and black locks of hair with tan tips atop her head. He little nose wrinkled, her lower lip trembled, and she let out the most heart-broken cry any of them had ever heard. It seemed to even startle Chase, who snapped his mouth closed abruptly. Without her brother wailing, the latest addition’s cries trailed off as well. She sniffled and began to hiccup. “A girl,” the doctor said as he pressed gently on Nix’s stomach to encourage his muscles to move back where they should be. “Naia,” Nix whispered with a soft smile, his head turned to look into the pod. “My little Naia,” he murmured, his eyes drifting closed as he fell asleep, utterly exhausted.
  10. HinderToyBL

    A Solid Bond

    In the days that passed, Elder Pembroke incarcerated the librarian brothers and ran a thorough investigation on Mabry Wardell. In the weeks that followed after that, everything began to settle down around Pax and his mates. Pax and Mateo went back to work, requesting Fridays and Saturdays off for mate-bonding time. In their society, recently bonded mates were always accommodated before unmated werewolves. So, they even received a few more visits from Maribelle and Klaude after their schedules were sorted out. The mixed human had found employment easily in the werewolf community and was able to transfer over. The temple had made an announcement directly from both Anubis and Khonsu that all mates, including vampires and mixed species, were to be reported and granted a week's adjustment period. The shock soon wore out when Omegas with hidden vampire and mixed mates began to step forward. Elias truly hadn't been the only Omega struggling with protecting vampire mates. He exchanged contact information with many of them. Eli and Nolan would laugh and frown as they read about their newfound friends’ lives through online messages. They had formed a discord text channel titled “All in the Mix.” January came across an old, trusted friend that ran a nocturnal animal pet shop and urged Nolan to help part-time when he realized how fascinated the orange-eyed vampire was with the shop and the animals. Nolan took to caring for them like a fish to water and the shop owner, Angelo, was relieved that he didn't have to turn Jany's request down. Quinlan spent most nights training with January. The blond's vampire gifts continued to manifest and surprise him. Quin was not only able to draw animals to him, but he was able to communicate with them. Elias would watch them some nights, though the actual training part was usually shorter than the time they spent learning about each other. Elias found that staying at home wasn't daunting when he had the freedom to come and go as he pleased. Sometimes he joined any of his mates for lunch, commuting to their workplace. Sometimes the Omega visited Nolan and peeked in on the pets, trying his best not to become attached to all of them. On Sundays, he began to visit the children's hospital in their neighborhood. He would often read to the children and stopped feeling ashamed whenever they asked him to shift into his wolf form. In the eyes of the children, he was not as intimidating as other werewolves in their animal form, but he was admired and respected. To them, he couldn't be more 'awesome.' ::::: Angelo cursed under his breath as he tried to balance his duffel bag, briefcase, and a large paper bag full of supplies. Vampires had many gifts, and his speed was definitely intact. But, moving fast would only cause the contents of the paper bag to fall out. He had tried to run with a paper bag in his arms time and time again with terrible results. One time, his hands clutched the bag too hard when he had to avoid a child who had moved into his trajectory to pick up a toy. The bag all but exploded in the exchange. So, he had learned the hard way only to use his speed when the contents he carried were sturdy and stable. That meant that he was going to be a little late opening the shop that morning. As Angelo turned the corner of the block, he caught sight of his young employee along with one of his dozens of mates. He had lost track of just how many mates January had. It was the darnest thing. In the past, the redheaded vampire usually only had one partner. Then, one day, he just showed up with all of them and asked him for a favor. Nolan had proved to be quite efficient when it came to caring for the animals in his shop, so Angelo was quite relieved that he was able to pay back the favor he owed. The purple-eyed vampire was one of his oldest friends. They had opposite hair colors. Angelo's hair was jade green, and his eyes were a gradient with sea-green on the top half fading to a sandy beige on the bottom. They were unique, his eyes, even for born vampires, such as they were. "Hey, Choco-bat," he called out when he neared the two men that hunched over something in front of his shop. He had started referring to Nolan as "Choco-bat" since the color of his hair reminded him of the Sanrio character, Chococat, but since he was a vampire and vampires turned into bats, it had turned into "Choco-bat." As for Nolan's mates, Angelo could never get all of their names right. "And greenie," he greeted. He had decided to simply call them by the colors on the edges of their purple auras, which his unique eyes could see. "What's going on over there?" "Sir!" Nolan said, startling. "I'm so sorry. The door was locked. I'm late starting my work because I couldn't get in. I should have called you right away and asked for instructions, but I got distracted by the box in front of the door. I know that's no excuse." "Nono, calm down," Elias said gently, hugging the nervous vamp. "It's not your fault you couldn't get in. You were here on time. Angelo isn't mad at you. You're not in trouble. Right, Angelo?" The Omega looked at the green-haired vampire, his gaze conveying that the shop-owner had better not be grumpy with Nolan or he was going to have a pissed off werewolf on his hands. Angelo rolled his eyes at the usual Nolan drama that he was already used to on a daily basis. "If anyone's late here, it's me. Next time, just call," he sighed. Then, the sound of mewling drew his attention to the box. "Wait, are those kittens?" "They were there when we got here," Nolan said hurriedly. "I didn't know what to do." "They're dirty, and they look a little skinny," Eli added, sounding deeply displeased that anyone would let a kitten get into such a state. "They're just babies." In spite of his no-speed rule, Angelo quickly opened the shop door and set his things inside before coming right back to assess them. A frown formed on his face. "Someone might have found them in the park and brought them to the nearest shop not knowing what to do," he thought aloud. "Who knows how long they've been alone...I don't think we have enough supplies for such tiny ones. Let me make a few calls." He then disappeared back into the shop. A few minutes later, he came back. "The other shelters seem full up." Nolan had found two hand towels, and he and Elias were each cuddling a burrito-kitten, trying to warm them up. Nolan's kitten was purring like a chainsaw, snuggled happily to the vampire's chest. Eli's was using his tiny paws to hold the Omega's finger as the kitten gnawed on it. "Then who will take care of them?" Nolan asked worriedly. "They can't stay here?" Angelo shook his head. "I could take them home with me and care for them for a while, but I would still have to bring them back to the shop eventually to find families for them." Elias straightened, looking down at his little bundle. "No." He decided as he grinned at Nolan. "We can take them! There's almost always someone home. I think Pax said something sometime about getting a pet someday. This is perfect. You know they'll get lots of love, and we'll take good care of them." "You really think that would be okay?" Nolan said hopefully. "Of course!" Eli nearly wiggled in excitement. "I know they won't mind!" Angelo actually smiled at the Omega. "If you feel you can care for them, then take them home. Be sure to stop by the vet to have them be checked over and to pick up more food for them. I'll send some supplies your way," he said as he placed a gentle hand on Nolan's shoulder. "Go home and care for the kittens today, I will be fine by myself." "Thank you, sir!" Nolan smiled wide, looking like he wanted to hug his boss. "I'll work extra shifts whenever you want to make up for the time I'm missing." "Don't even mention it," Angelo responded with a wave of his hand. He was quite passionate about the safety and care of animals. "Off to the vet with you two." ::::::: January was quite pleased with Quinlan's progress in controlling his gifts. The nubile vampire could apparently communicate with and call all kinds of creatures to him. At first, it was only woodland creatures, and then even supernatural ones. Jany had called it a night when Quin managed to call forth a fuming toothfairy unintentionally. The two of them were on their way back from the woods when they saw a delivery man standing with Mateo at the front door. The porch was surrounded with packages. The wolf noticed them walking up and waved a small stack of papers at them. "Jany, why is your friend Angelo sending us a" Matt paused to look at a paper. "Wall mounted pet palace with exploration tubes?" He gestured at the boxes. "And a million other things?" January and Quin shared a glance before the blond vampire shrugged. "This is certainly the first I've heard of this," Jany commented. "Exploration tubes?" "Sweet Khonsu, some assembly required, it says!" Mateo looked a little ill. "Do you know what happened a few years ago when my mom convinced me to put my little sister's new dollhouse together?" Quin clapped his hands together and then rubbed them eagerly. "Don't sweat it, Mat. I'm all over this," he responded with a grin. "As soon as Pax tells me where, I'll set it up real fast." "Yeah, but what's it for?" Mateo asked, looking at the papers again. "Why do we need two Deluxe Furbaby Hideaways with soothing aromatherapy?" January shook his head. "Clearly Angelo knows something that we don't," he mused aloud. "Let's go warn Pax about all these boxes." Inside the house, Pax was in the process of his last finishing touches on the dinner he had prepared for Eli, Mat, and himself. "Hey," Mateo said, dragging a massive box into the living room. "Where's Eli? I thought he was just walking Nolan to work and then coming home?" "He probably started playing with all the pets at the shop again," Quin deduced. "Probably why he didn't invite me along, too, since the tykes all tend to be drawn to me like magnets." Both wolves and January looked up. A moment later Quinlan did as well, hearing Nolan and Elias talking quietly as they approached the house. "...and they have spotted toe beans and green and orange eyes!" Elias cooed as he walked down the hallway. "So tiny and fluffy and cute and they've just gotta let us keep 'em!" "Keep what, now?" Mateo said, sounding strained as he thought about what they could have that would require so many things needing assembly. "Our babies!" Elias said vibrating with energy. "We found them, abandoned! So we have to adopt them! They have little faces that just- Oh, I can't even. And we're like their fathers now. You can't make us give them up." Elias looked at Pax and Jany as they entered the room, breaking out the most intense puppy dog eyes he could muster. "You have to accept them," the Omega begged. "They're like our sons now! You wouldn't break up family, would you? They're just babies, and they were all alone and crying. And their little noses and, good god, their tiny, itty-bitty feet, and-and, please?" Pax had no idea what was going on, but he was already saying a definitive 'yes' in his head. Anything to please his beloved mates. But, then Quinlan spoke up. "They're kittens!" Quin announced. "I can sense them from here. Wow, they're hungry." "Oh no," Nolan said, looking utterly crestfallen. "We fed them at the vet’s. We should have walked home faster to feed them again." He pulled a little black and white bundle of fur from inside his shirt. "I'm so sorry, Augustus," he told the kitten, touching their noses together. "We'll find the wet food and mix it with some formula. You liked that at the vet's, didn't you?" His voice lowered to a whisper. "I'm sorry about the medicine. I know you didn't like that." Mateo let out a nearly strangled sound as the adorableness of Nolan with a kitten hit him upside the head. "I can help you feed him?" "What'd you name yours, Eli?" Quin asked. "Oh no," Eli huffed as he showed the kitten to Pax instead. "You touch Goliath, and he'll think that you're his daddy instead. So, no touchies for you, Quin." January let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to the pouting blond's forehead. "He'll come around when he sees how you've been better at controlling it." "I think I know which box has food and formula," Mateo announced, not waiting for a response before he bustled over to a medium-sized box by the wall. He didn't bother with the tape, simply grabbing the top and ripping it off. It was how he always helped unload supplies when he helped at the restaurant, and it was faster than fiddling with a box cutter. Mat rooted around for a minute before standing with one arm full of cans and two tin cylinders of formula in the other. "Do you know what flavor they like?" Mat asked, walking toward the kitchen to find a pair of bowls to use until the no-doubt extravagant food dishes were unpacked. "Umm, cat-food flavored?" Eli said with uncertainty from where he was holding Goliath like a baby and showing the others the kitten's paws. "Augustus preferred salmon and Goliath liked chicken," Nolan said softly, smiling as Quinlan scratched under the chin of a wildly purring Augustus. "Should I assemble their activity set in the guest room, my topaz?" January asked Pax, who was holding Goliath in one of his large hands and petting it with a finger. "Yes, that would be fine," the alpha responded. January assembled everything within the span of two minutes. He had even flattened the boxes out in a stack for recycling. The purple-eyed vampire walked over to Elias, who had taken Goliath back into his arms. "May I see him?" he asked softly. He gently stroked the little feline with two fingers. "Angelo sent over everything we could have possibly needed and more, including the softest pillow bed I've ever seen.” "That was really nice of him. I'll have to thank him and see what we owe him." Elias looked up at Jany. "You think everybody doesn't mind? I kind of just made the decision and didn't ask anyone. That wasn't right. I should have talked to you guys first." "It's absolutely fine," Pax spoke up. "I've actually been meaning to ask if you wanted to adopt a pet or two, I've just been so busy with work lately..." "Yes!" Eli grinned, pumping his fist as Goliath tried to crawl out of his arms to get to the smell of food. The Omega carried him over to the counter where Mateo had put out two little saucers. "Did you see their eyes?" Nolan asked his mates shyly, setting Augustus down in front of his food. "Elias said it's a sign they're supposed to be with us." There was movement as the other men walked over to the counter and leaned down to peer at the eyes of the kittens. They were heterochromatic. The black one with white spots had an orange right eye and a left green eye. The white one with black spots had a green right eye and an orange left eye. "Yes, it certainly seems so," Pax mused aloud, a smile forming on his face. Everyone smiled as the kittens ate. Augustus kept his muzzle clean, taking prim little bites, his little front paws tucked under his chest. Goliath seemed to get more on his fur than in his mouth. Excited, purring growls rumbled loudly from his chest every time the kitten opened his mouth. His front paws were in the dish. Even so, it began to scoot slowly across the counter as Goliath went after his meal with vigor. "Golly," Elias said with a laugh. "You got a bath at the vet. Are you going to need another one every time we feed you?" "I can give them a bath!" Quinlan volunteered. "Do they really need another one?" "No! No touchie, baby stealer!" Eli said quickly, making everyone look at him. "They're fine!" "Just a wipe-down with a warm washcloth will work," Nolan said. "That's what we do with kittens at the store." He smiled at Quinlan. "You may clean up Augustus if you'd like." Quinlan gave his Maker a warm hug. "It's alright, you go ahead and clean him up," he responded. "Elias can't hide Goliath from me forever." "Can so," Eli said with great maturity, picking up Goliath, who had finished his meal and was vigorously licking his dish. Elias then stuck his tongue out at the young vampire. With his newfound speed, Quin captured Eli's tongue into his mouth, wrapping his arms around both the Omega and the kitten, as he gave him a very lewd kiss. Elias stiffened, then moaned, relaxing into Quinlan's arms. Goliath began gnawing on one of Quin's buttons while his daddy ground his hips into the blond vamp. When he pulled away, the blue-eyed vampire had a wide grin on his face. He gave Eli one last kiss on the tip of his nose. "You two clean up the kittens. We'll help Pax set up for dinner." Elias looked down at Goliath, who was licking a bit of food off one leg. The little creature didn't seem to be trying to leap out of his arms and follow Quinlan. "You know who your daddy is, don't you, Golly?" Elias whispered, feeling touched that the kitten hadn’t wanted to escape his grasp. "Mraa?" the kitten answered. "That's right!" Eli grinned and took the warm washcloth Mateo handed him. "Thanks, Mat." The big wolf didn't move away, just looked longingly at the black and white furball. "Why don't you hold him and I'll wash him up," Eli said with a soft smile, pushing Goliath into Mat's big hands. Mateo held the little creature as though he was made of his grandmother's china. Nolan had finished cleaning Augustus well before Eli was done. A quick wipe across Auggie's muzzle was all he'd needed. "How did you get cat food inside your ear, Golly?" Elias asked, incredulous. Goliath ignored him, more interested in gnawing on Mateo's thumb. After a few minutes, Elias declared his baby clean enough, smiling as Goliath crawled up Mateo's shirt and began battling a lock of the wolf's dark hair as Mat kept very still in fear of the kitten falling. "Oh," Mateo said with a frown. "I was supposed to help get the table set. I got distracted." "I'm sure it's fine," Eli told him, pushing Goliath into a safer position on Mat's broad shoulder. "What should we do with the babies during supper?" Nolan asked, holding Augustus belly-up and scratching his chest, to the kitten's purring delight. "I did see a small playpen for them mixed in with all the things Angelo scent," Jany pointed out. "I assembled everything, but you both can re-arrange it as you wish." "They need to be introduced to the litter pan," Nolan whispered. Elias nodded his agreement and scooped Goliath off Mat's shoulder, carrying him to the spare bedroom while Nolan followed. "He already assembled everything?" Elias commented with an eyebrow raised. "He was in there, like, two minutes." They opened the door to find that January hadn't been kidding and that Angelo possibly had some sort of problem. The room was decked out like a wonderland for any kitty. A complicated kitty condo spread across one wall with tubes snaking between levels. Every cat-toy ever conceived of seemed to be present. A corner of the room had a huge enclosure made of cloth screens with a self-cleaning litter pan lying along the wall. "That's one helluva playpen," Elias murmured, following Nolan into a doorway that unzipped on the side. The orange-eyed vampire carried Augustus to the pan and set him inside. "See how nice it is?" Nolan asked, taking the little front paws and encouraging them to dig a little into the litter. "Won't this be a nice place to go potty?" When Nolan let Augustus go, the kitten did just that, fastidiously covering what he'd left. After Auggie hopped out, Elias did the same with Goliath. Golly did his business as well, kicking litter everywhere when he covered it up. The little beast bounced out of the pan and stalked over to his brother, who had found a soft, fluffy cat bed to lay on. Goliath jumped on Auggie's head. Augustus just rolled onto his back and used his front paws to pulled Goliath down onto the cushion with him and proceeded to begin washing Golly's ears. When Eli and Nolan left the playpen and zipped the enclosure closed, both kittens were purring and began to close their eyes. "They're asleep," Nolan whispered when they returned to the kitchen. The table was already set for Pax, Mat, and Eli. January, Quin, and Nolan had glasses of champagne instead. "Champagne?" Nolan asked as they all sat down. He had never had it, but he knew the smell from parties he'd been taken to. "Yes, it's only half a glass," January responded. "In case you don't like the taste." Quin snorted. "Which I doubt. For some reason, champagne and wine hits all the right taste buds when you're a vampire." "You've already tried some?" Mateo asked. "When?" The blond and Elias shared a glance before the nubile vampire tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. The two of them had tried nearly all the different beverages at the Blood Orchid after Quin’s training sessions with January. Mateo would surely be upset if he found out how many times the three of them had stopped at the club, considering all of the powerful clubgoers that frequented it. "So, what kind of drinks do all of you guys like?" Quinlan asked in an attempt to distract Mat. "Alcoholic?" Elias asked. "I liked what you guys got me when we went out and found Jany. And champagne." The Omega grinned and stole a sip of Quin's. "I'm not sure what I like," Nolan admitted, trying his and smiling. "This is good." "I'm good with whatever," Mateo added. "Beer is fine. I'll drink just about anything." Relieved that he had managed to distract Mateo from the answer to the previous question that he didn't want to give, Quin took his glass back from Eli before he could drink anymore. "Food for you," he teased. "This is for us vamps." "Sharing is caring," Eli said, sticking out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. The Omega turned to Pax. "Pretty sure I know what our vamps like best to drink, something warm and red. What do you like, Pax?" "There aren't many drinks I dislike," Pax mused aloud. Quin licked his lips as his fangs involuntary lowered. "Now that's not fair, Eli," he scoffed, but then sent the Omega a smirk. "But, just remember you offered, babe." "You want some of this?" Eli teased, tipping his head back and stroking the column of his throat after he'd cleared half his plate. Damn, Pax could cook. Quinlan's eyes began to glow at the lovely sight. "Finish up your dinner there and I'd certainly like a taste," he admitted. Elias grinned and ate faster. When the three werewolves finished their meals, and the vampires finished their glasses, January quickly cleaned everything up and they all but tip-toed their way past the designated 'kitten room' on their way to bed. Nolan came to an abrupt stop when they entered the bedroom. "I... Ummm..." "What's wrong, Nono?" Elias asked, pulling away from trying to climb Quinlan. "I, well..." Nolan swallowed and closed his lambent eyes. "I want to finish the bonding. W-With Master and M-Mateo." Quinlan let out a sultry sound and bit his lower lip. "I'm game. Sounds hot," he commented with his arms still around Elias. Jany took hold of Mateo's hand and led him closer to Nolan. "Is there any particular way you want to have us, my citrine?" He asked. Pax carefully shut the door behind him in spite of the fact that he and his mates were surely about to make noises of their own. Nolan nibbled his lip. His instincts told him to ask his master to decide, to do what January wanted. However, over and over, his mates had shown such happiness whenever he'd asked for something he wanted. "Can we, if it's alright, would you, perhaps...have me bound?" Nolan finally whispered. Whenever his mates restrained him, especially January or Pax, it was strangely comforting, safe. Like when they were holding him tight, they were holding him together and allowing him to push his worries aside. It had mostly just been being restrained with hands and arms. Nolan had thought about how wonderful it could be to be unable to move and still have his lover's hands free to do what they'd like. January felt Mateo's pleased shiver right through their held hands. He flashed him a smile. "Would you like to be bound as well, my ruby?" "Damn," Mateo said, the word nearly a moan. "Hell, yes. Sign me up." "You mean it's okay?" Nolan squeaked. The purple-eyed vampire gently cupped the younger vampire's chin. "It's better than ok," he responded. "It's brilliant." "Yep," Mateo said as he threw his arms around both of them. "I am all about this idea of yours." He gently bumped Nolan with his forehead. "And I know it's still hard for you to tell us stuff. You did good, Nono." The orange-eyed vampire seemed to glow with happiness. "And yes, Eli, I don't mind if you watch," Mateo said over his shoulder. "Yesssssss." The petite Omega pumped one fist in the air. "Do you mind, Nono?" Mat asked. "Oh, I..." Nolan blushed but forced himself to answer honestly. "I'd enjoy it if they watch." Pax let out a sigh of relief. It hadn't crossed his mind that Nolan might have felt uncomfortable with his other mates watching. He would have immediately ushered Quinlan and Elias away if the dark-haired vampire didn't want them there. "Then, we will all be right here," he affirmed. "We'll do whatever you want." While the others talked, January quickly set up equipment that would have taken more strength and more time if it had been anyone else. What appeared to be a sling fused with a suspension harness was secured by steady posts. Leather cuffs dangled from the beam in front of the harness, and the vampire stood next to his work with several cotton ropes in his hand. "Well, that looks fun," Mateo said with a lopsided smile, hugging Nolan to his side. The slender vampire seemed engrossed in petting Mat's nicely developed chest, which had been stripped of its shirt at Nolan's quiet request. "And now I'm jealous," Elias said, looking up from where he was attempting to paw both Pax and Quinlan at the same time. "That looks very fun." "You can certainly try it out afterward, my emerald," January replied with a smile. "First thing's first, I think every one of us has far too many articles of clothing on. Mateo, finish stripping and come here." Mateo immediately reached for the button of his jeans, pausing when he felt a cool hand on his own. "Umm, can I...maybe, please?" Nolan asked, voice barely audible. Mat nodded, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. Nolan sighed, happily aroused. When Mateo pulled back, the ebony-haired vampire sunk gracefully to his knees. "Damn, you're hot when you do that, Nono," Mat groaned. The wolf's jaw nearly dropped when Nolan smiled up at him and winked! If Mateo thought that a submissive Nolan dropping to his knees was sexy, it was nothing compared to his normally hesitant mate showing teasing confidence. When the vampire popped Mat's pants button and dropped the zipper, the wolf clenched his teeth as his stiff cock sprung free, nearly coming on the orange-eyed man's face then and there. Mateo had a fleeting thought that, for once, underwear might have been a good idea that day. Cool fingers slid against Mat's skin as Nolan skimmed the fabric down until he could step out of them. The dark-haired vampire took the hand Mat offered, accepting another kiss and glorying in Mateo's hard length pressing into his stomach. It was Nolan who had to pull away, leading a slightly stunned Mat over to January. Quinlan let out a strange sound akin to a mewl at the sight. He took hold of Eli's warmer hand and held it pressed against his nude, lukewarm crotch. When Jany said they had too many clothes on, he had been the first to strip. The blond had a feeling that witnessing the activities of the three mates before them would give him multiple orgasms for sure. "God, your hand feels so good," he whispered to Eli. "You know what feels better?" Elias purred, leaning close as he stroked the soft skin stretched over Quinlan's hard length. "My mouth." Quin shuddered as he felt the precum drip from the tip of his eager shaft. "Totally right, yep," he agreed. "That'd feel even better." Pax shook his head as he pulled over a sturdy chair and set it in to face his other three mates at a forty-five-degree angle. "If you do that, you won't be able to see. I have a better idea..." he mused aloud. "Quinlan, how far along have you gotten on your control over that magnetic power January's been showing you how to manipulate?" "Let me put it this way...ceiling sex is a go," the blond responded. "I can push and pull on the magnetic field for a good little while. Why?" The alpha sat down on the chair, fully naked since he had also disrobed when January had asked. "I can have Elias on my lap facing Jany, Nono, and Mat...I was wondering if you could brace your feet against the back two legs of this chair and lean back enough to be able to penetrate him, as well. We'd be angled in such a way that you can turn your head slightly if you want to see the other three, as well." "Both of you, in me?" Elias asked breathlessly as his legs turned to jelly and he leaned against Quinlan to keep from falling. "Yes, please. Pretty, pretty please?" "I can try...I can't guarantee it'll work, but that's not gonna stop me from trying," Quinlan admitted. January busied himself with safely securing Mateo onto the sling. He had the werewolf lie on his back and held his wrists up above his head in the leather cuffs. He did the same with his legs. He checked and double checked the force and weight so that the restraints did not dig into any tendons. "There," he practically purred as he ran a hand softly over the curve of Mateo's shaft and a straight line up his chest. "Nice and secure. What would you like to do with him like this, Nolan?" The orange-eyed vampire looked up from where he'd quickly folded everyone's clothes and set them aside. "W-What I want?" he asked, moving next to January and sliding his cool palm down Mateo's warm inner thigh. "Are you sure, Master?" "He's sure," Mat groaned. "Please, Nono." Nolan blinked, a tiny smile pulling his lips as he looked to Jany for confirmation. The older vampire gave him a smile. "Touch him, kiss him, pinch him...do anything you wish," he encouraged as he gently flicked one of Mateo's nipples with his thumb. "Meanwhile, I'm going to decide on the right toy to slide inside him." Nolan's bright eyes widened in surprised delight. His movements were hesitant but eager as he reached for his bound wolf mate. Mateo sucked in a breath as Nolan's fingertips skimmed his inner thighs. The wolf groaned when Nolan's touch grew bolder, kneading warm flesh. The vampire hummed happily, dropping his hold in favor of simply draping his body over Mateo and hugging him. Nolan's arms couldn't reach all the way around him, but he did the best he could. The slender vampire shifted, enjoying the feel of his mate's rigid length pressing into his stomach. "Mmmm," Nolan practically purred, nuzzling his cheeks against Mat's chest. A soft pink tongue snuck out to flick a nipple, making Mateo shudder. Just like everything that involved Nolan, the sight of them was both sweet and sultry. From his place in the chair, Pax gazed on as he nuzzled the top of Eli's head. The Omega was seated on his lap, facing their other three mates. Quinlan sat on the floor between both their legs as he ran his hands up and down Eli and Pax's calves. All three of them were eager to see what January had in store for Mateo. As if summoned by their thoughts, Jany pulled out what appeared to be a long strip of black material with a dildo attached in the center. The smirk on the aged vampire's face was sensual in nature as he slicked the toy up and gently thrusted it in and out of Mateo's entrance until he slid it all the way to the base. He then used the material on either side to wrap the toy in place around each of the brown-eyed werewolf's thighs. His smirk widened when he held up a small remote control and then walked over to hand it to Elias. "You control the speed and setting, mi vida," he urged softly. (mi vida= my life) Elias smiled wide, wiggling in Pax's lap with excited delight. "Low first, I think," the Omega murmured deviously, punching a button on the remote. A loud mechanical hum was heard just before Mateo cried out, muscles tensing as he bucked in his bonds. Nolan squeaked in surprise and held on tight. "Shit! Sorry!" Elias yelped, punching buttons until the wild buzzing calmed to a soft him. "Oh, fuck. That was not low. I think I was holding it upside down." Quinlan couldn't help but snicker against Pax's leg, which urged the alpha to swat at him gently with his foot. "Don't worry, not even the highest setting is enough to hurt him," January explained. He then walked over to whisper into Nolan's ear. "Would you like to be bound as well, precious?" He asked. "I can tuck your arms back with a little shibari." Nolan slid off Mateo, both of them moaning softly. The wolf's cock sprung up the moment Nolan's weight left him, a drop of precum sliding down its throbbing length. A matching smear of cooling wetness streaked Nolan's skin where he'd been rubbing against his mate. The slender vampire trembled slightly, quickly shoving his arms behind his back. "Please, Master," Nolan begged softly. "Fuck, it's hot when he says that," Elias whispered to Quinlan. Quin snickered in response and gave Eli's calf a gentle nip. January smiled at the dark-haired vampire. He gently positioned Nolan's arms behind his back so they were folded a certain way. He then bound them in an intricate design. Normally, the kinds of knots and loops that he incorporated would have taken the average human a good half hour to accomplish. Jany had it done in less than thirty seconds. The color of the rope he chose was a soft orange to match Nolan's eyes. The rope was snug enough to be secure, but not tight enough to dig in too hard. The tension all around was expertly even and wrapped around with nerve damage avoidance in mind. The vampire then gently turned Nolan so that all their other mates could see. "What do you think?" Jany mused aloud as he regarded his work. In the rope work, he somehow even managed to form the illusion of a bat. "Impressive," Pax commented at the same time that Elias burst out with "Pretty!" Mateo couldn't bring himself to form coherent words but he, too, was impressed. "Such a show-off," Quinlan teased from his spot on the floor. But, it was obvious by the way that his shaft gave a twitch that he quite enjoyed the sight. The redheaded vampire lifted Nolan into his arms and had him carefully straddle Mateo on the sling. He then carefully lowered the younger vampire so that his chest draped over Mat's. "Try to keep your balance, Nolan. I'm going to move you both a bit," he instructed. The purple-eyed vampire slowly tugged two ends of the chains attached to one side of the sling until Mateo's upper half rose to an angle until he was nearly seated upward. Nolan gasped as he slid down until he was all but sitting on Mat's lap. Mateo's arms tensed in their restraints, his instinct wanting him to hold onto Nolan so that the vampire didn't fall. But, the werewolf was relieved when Nolan hadn't fallen. January slowly walked in front of them like a feline circling prey. "Now, then..." he practically purred as he slid a hand slicked with lube up and down Mateo's shaft. “Are you ready to slide inside him?" "Fuck, yes," Mat hissed, his eyes wolfish and predatory as he looked at Nolan, who was shifting on his mate's lap, whimpering softly as he rubbed against Mateo's abdominals. "I'm going to move you now," January warned as he took hold of the ropes that he had tied Nolan with and used them to move the younger vampire until he was able to align him with the head of Mateo's cock. He then shifted his hold on Nolan so he could lower the orange-eyed vampire onto the thick length, ensuring penetration. Nolan cried out as Mateo's thick, blunt head popped inside him, but it didn't sound like a shout of pain. The slender vamp writhed, as though trying to force his mate's length inside him fast and hard. January forced him to take it at an excruciatingly slow pace. Nolan had only taken half of Mat's shaft, and he was already beginning to sound a bit desperate. The older vampire continued the slow descent until Nolan and Mateo were as connected as could be. "Try to hold still," he instructed as he then carefully hooked his thumbs inside Nolan and began to stretch him even wider. Mateo groaned as Nolan trembled above him, the inky-haired vamp's voice rising. "Master!" Nolan whimpered. "Ahh, you'll make me come!" "Don't cum just yet," Jany ordered as he pressed the head of his hard member between the stretched ring of Nolan's entrance and Mateo's embedded rod. He needed to be inside the orange-eyed vampire before Nolan released or else the bond would only register Mateo. The older vampire let out a husky groan as he worked his way inside, one hand pressing steadily onto Nolan's lower back. He would have slipped right out if he had applied too much lubricant, but the experienced redhead knew just the right amount to use. When he was halfway there, his hands firmly took hold of the younger man's hips and slipped inside the rest of the way in one smooth motion. "Ohh, fuck," Mateo groaned, hips twitching, making Nolan whimper. "I can feel you, rubbing against me, Jany. And it's so tight inside him…" he let out another moan when he felt the setting of the vibrations change. Elias was going to make him cum pre-emptively if he continued to play with that remote. "Are you alright, my citrine?" January asked as he kept still. "Tell me how you're feeling." "Nnnn, so much," Nolan gasped, words slurred as though drunk. "So good. Between you both... And so full." Pax leaned down to Eli's ear when he felt the Omega moving and squirming in his lap. "Do you want to feel just as full, love?" he whispered. "Fuck, yes," Elias said quickly, sounding a bit breathless as his emerald eyes never left what was going on with Nolan, Mat, and Jany. He lowered the setting on Mat’s vibrator back down and set the controller aside. "I really, really think that I need some of what's going on over there to also be going on over here." Pax wasted no time. He prepared and stretched Elias well, not because the Omega wasn't already acclimated, but to accommodate the two lengths. The alpha held onto Eli's hips tightly to control his descent, and when Pax was fully sheathed, he carefully lifted the auburn-haired man's legs so that Quinlan could reach him. "Mmm, what a nice twitch," Quinlan rumbled at the sight of Eli's enjoyment. He deftly wiggled his fingers inside the speared Omega. "Go on, tell me you want me to ram right on in..." "K-Kinda, yeah," Elias forced out, pupils blown wide and voice trembling. "I want to feel it...mmm, yes. Please, with the ramming." Quin snickered, amused that the Omega was able to focus enough to even respond to him. "I really hope you're ready," he warned as he focused on his magnetic manipulation. Quinlan had been worried that when he pressed his feet against the back legs of the chair, he'd knock Pax and Eli down. But, he was relieved that their weight kept the chair in place. The blond was standing diagonally with nothing holding him up. He motioned with his hands for Pax to scoot them forward a little more. When Pax did just that, the blue-eyed vampire gingerly wiggled the head of his shaft forward until it breached Eli, and then he all but jack-hammered his way into the Omega's depths. Elias promptly squealed as though someone had taken a hot poker to him. At the Omega's undignified scream, everyone in the room froze, except for Nolan, who seemed to be lost in his own world of overwhelming sensation. Quinlan began to withdraw, copious apologies ready to spill from his lips when Eli's hand shot out to grab Quin's shoulder. "Don't you fucking dare stop," Elias ordered, his words choppy as he panted. "Just...startled me a little and - Oh, fuck, you just went in a little deeper. Pushes so much against...against everything." The petite wolf clutched at Quinlan, a long moan spilling from Eli's lips. "That...that feels...mmmnnnh." The Omega arched his back, breath stuttering, as his body suddenly adjusted. He sunk the last several millimeters with another desperate moan, his lovers buried to the hilt inside him. January shook his head as he turned his attention back to the mates he had restrained beneath him. He used a chain from the sling and Nolan's ropes to gently swing them into his building thrusts. "I keep telling you to watch that speed, Quin," he scolded. "Sorry," Quinlan replied with a keen. His thrusts were a little faster than he'd have liked. "Couldn't...feels amazing..." "Yes, that. Amazing," Elias babbled, then promptly lost his ability to produce speech as Pax took the opportunity to lift him slightly and sync his thrusts with Quin's. The sounds the Omega continued to make only fueled the sensations Mateo and Nolan felt as January built up expertly into a hard and steady pace. The redheaded vampire's purple eyes were focused for the slightest sign of sharp pain. "Tu as été si vilain, Mateo," he hissed huskily. "Toi aussi, Nolan." (you are quite naughty/you too) "Ahh, yes, Master," Nolan keened. "I want to be so bad for you." "Damn," Mateo groaned, his restrained body doing its best to thrust into Nolan. "You guys make me wish I'd listened when I was a kid and actually learned Spanish." "That..." An interesting combination of a giggle and a moan passed Nolan's lips. "That wasn't even Spanish..." "Sorry," Mateo said, not sounding the least bit sorry. "I'm a little distracted. Thought it sounded weird for Spanish. Sexy, but weird-Spanish." "Si quieres que hable el idioma de tus antepasados, lo hare," January rumbled as he shifted and began to tug Nolan further into his thrusts, angling him so that Mateo could stimulate the younger vampire's more sensitive areas. "Los adoro a los dos." (if you want me to speak the language of your ancestors, I shall/I adore you both) "Master!" Nolan cried, his body tensing, clamping down on the thick cocks stretching and filling him. He wailed as his orgasm hit him suddenly and violently, trembling between his mates. The cry urged both Mateo and January to release shortly after. As the bond surged through the trio, so too did it surge through their other three mates. Pax only managed three more thrusts before he released inside Elias. Quinlan had managed to grasp the Omega's member as his hips undulated so quickly that his pistoning shaft surely felt more like a vibrator inside the green-eyed werewolf. The two of them lost it nearly at the same time. The blond vampire slid out of Elias slowly so that he could flop onto his back, unable to keep up his magnetic manipulation any longer. The solidified bond continued to roll over them all, filling them with an energy unlike anything they ever felt. When the sensation finally died back down, Eli's Khonsu stone began to glow a purple hue from the inside, causing the facets of color to cast rainbow flecks of light along the Omega's chest. "Mmm, s'pretty," Elias slurred, eyelids fluttering as he struggled to focus on the bonding stone. "We made it pretty." The Omega's head lolled back, sighing softly as he passed out. ::::: Farshael's Air Stole fluttered around his arms and behind him as his feet touched the ground of the god realm. The material was softer than silk and the pattern was speckled with slate-hued eyes of different sizes all the way around. His hair had grown a few inches and was brushed down tidily. Gin had to all but place Viktor in restraints before the older vampire even allowed him to leave. His mate worried that the gods would keep him in the god realm for whatever reason. He pressed his hand to the side of the door of his destination. A moment later, he was face to face with the demi-gods, Henry and Lucian. "Forgive my incredible delay," Shael apologized. "I did deliver the message, and that particular group seems to be safe." Lucian nodded sagely. "Yes, we've been updated on the status of our brethren," he explained. "We couldn't be more relieved that they are all doing well. That group concerned us the most, as it was the largest. But, Ra himself holds them in high regard." "That reminds me, Ra wanted us to let you know that you're free to retire now," Henry told Farshael. "Congratulations on your union." "Yes, once you're mates with a vampire, you can't get rid of them," Lucian teased with a wink. The well wishes brought a blush to the Sylph's face. "So, I really am free to go? I don't have to turn in my stole?" He asked. "Whether you've realized it or not, you've always been one of Ra's chosen," Lucian insisted. "You're free to travel back and forth between the realms whenever you wish." The air elemental beamed as he rushed forward to give each of them a grateful hug. "Then, I'll be on my way!" He called out as he began his descent into the mortal realm. "We'll see each other again someday!" Henry placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. "Poor guy must have been worrying himself sick," he commented aloud. "But, I understand why you guys kept quiet about everything." "It's safe for you to come out now," Lucian added as the two of them walked back inside. A young girl, with the appearance of a teenager, emerged from behind the couch. Her hair was a midnight blue fading into sky blue at the ends. It was braided and styled intricately down to her knees. Her eyes were an ever-changing hazel, just like her grandfather. "See!" Nut announced with a wide grin. "I told you grandpa and I would set things right!" :: END ::::::::::: Thirdly: My final words on this one are that I feel an immense gratitude for Robin sacrificing what little time she had to work on this tale with me (for those that don't know, she's a dental student: currently employed, and a mom of more than 4 kids). When I thought about my favorite combination of our boys, I realized there were too many. We balanced them out quite well. Jany pinning Elias to a wall/ceiling/any object was just as hot as Jany whispering dirty narratives into Nolan's ear while jerking him off....with was just as hot as Pax taking Mat from behind and Mat taking Pax's first time that way...which was just as hot as Quin goading Nolan and Quin's banter with Eli. January became an ultimate favorite of ours, but he's no less than any of the other boys. What was I talking about again? Right! The point is this was a fun venture and it kept me sane from the chaos happening in my own life, as well (for those that don't know, I'm an IT student: currently employed, caring for elderly parents). I once again thank Robin for jumping on-board with this and I thank all of our fellow writers and readers for their thoughts, theories, and input [and for catching mistakes and inconsistencies!]). Both Robin and I loved all the theories and reactions, I copied and pasted the comments in messages to her. So, many many many thanks! To answer Robin's questions from below (since I know she's gonna read this later and it'll be a fun surprise): What did I like best? On a completely personal note, I was the proudest of doodling Jany and Nolan as bats. I'll definitely draw Quin as a bat later on, as well. I loved the idea of the Khonsu stone and the hues of the auras and their representation (which we both collectively came up with). Who is your favorite character? Favorite scene? January, of course. He was conceived on my birthday, after all, and I had a clear image of his character almost immediately. My favorite scene/moment was when the boys first slipped into The Black Orchid and the Khonsu stone led them to the morose January. So many emotions jammed packed in that one...Mateo worried out of his mind over Elias, Pax showing a hint of possessiveness when he warned others off his mates, a moping Jany, and a happydrunk Eli. Things I didn't like? As a writer, my own faults and inconsistencies that I had to go back and correct almost immediately after posting (which is why those of you who read the story more than once probably always found more tidbits that weren't there before and thought to yourselves "did I just skip reading this part?" And I am here to confess that, no, I had completely forgotten that sentence about Quinlan and Nolan being surrounded by forest animals and I had to add it back in a few hours after the initial post) Places that needed more detail or felt clunky? *nervous laughter* the god realm, but we can work more on that later Favorite sex scene? HA. This is impossible to choose. I'd say that one scene with Jany that someone whose name I can't mention benefited from (lmao). Favorite pairings? Too many...I love all the combinations. Pax x Eli sparked our tale, Pax x Jany have that whole "mom and pop" vibe, Quin x Eli have that playful bantering thing going, Pax x Mat have that deep "alpha and beta" bond, Quin x Nolan are so flippin' sweet and hilarious at the same time, Jany x Nolan have the "master and pupil" bond, Eli x Nolan have the "not so innocent" thing, Jany x Mat are all "bondage and dominance play," I could go on forever...so many great combinations. OH, and I can't forget Viktor x Farshael! I love those two. Robin: I really loved this story. It was so fun to write. I fell in love with the characters and I looked for every opportunity to make myself squee or shriek like a fangirl (January... Dear God, anything with January). And this is the first story we've finished so quickly! It went surprisingly smooth! It was an experiment in working on a single story and riding it to the end. It worked well with this one! We were able to stay engaged and motivated without wandering off like distracted puppies. This may be a miraculous anomaly. I'm willing to try again if Thirdly is (Thirdly: Pssh, of course I am). Like with Kidnapping is Always an Option...wow, we need to finish that (Thirdly: We're literally working on that next, girlie). I can't express how much I appreciate everyone who left comments, though it was usually Thirdly who responded in my stead. Sorry. I love you, even if I didn't personally say anything! Thirdly shows me your comments! I'm so glad so many people liked it. She was really the driving force behind this. She kept me motivated, did all the copy-paste, editing, proof-reading, and posting. It allowed me to just write my side and then wander off to work on a denture or study and then wander back and add my side again. All the thanks go to her. I wish I could corner all the readers and bug them (Thirdly: By "bug" she means bother, hound, pick apart their brain). What did they like best? Who were their favorite characters? Favorite scenes? Things they didn't like? Places that needed more detail or felt clunky? Favorite sex scene? Favorite pairings? I want to know all the things! (Thirdly: So do I, I want to know all the things. Everyone, try to answer some of Robin's questions if you can in the comments!) I hope the people who liked this one will go have a peek at our other stuff. We haven't forgotten Cuddlefish, Kidnap (Kidnapping is Always an Option), or Lust (the Lust and Chastity series). Thanks for coming along with us for the ride!
  11. HinderToyBL

    Beauty and the Bat

    Very, very true! In @Rambling Robin's and my opinion, it's hotter. But, I'm of the mind that anything with January in it is hotter. Farshael will definitely keep Viktor in line, to a degree.
  12. HinderToyBL

    Beauty and the Bat

    Right, the next time those two go out in public, people will be gaping at the change in him and how such a tiny guy like Shael can get him to do things for him. The next chapter will be the last in this first arc. We're still currently writing it, so I can't say exactly when it will be posted. But, as soon as it's pieced together and edited, it will be up. I don't care if it's 20 pages long like old-school Kidnap chapters.
  13. HinderToyBL

    Beauty and the Bat

    Farshael had adjusted to living with Viktor. The further along he got in weaving his new Air Stole, the more powerful he became. He offered to watch over Viktor during the daytime when the slate-eyed vampire was asleep so that Gin could spend more time at home with his mate Essex. He had become close friends with the Made vampire. In spite of his appearance, he knew that Gin could very well be even older than himself, so he always treated the hazel-eyed vampire with respect. Somewhere down the line, Shael ended up sleeping in Viktor's bed. The vampire's scent somehow soothed him. He couldn't even remember how he ended up there the first time, but the aged vampire urged him to stay. In truth, the Sylph needed little to no convincing. Viktor was an equally warm and frustrating presence. The vampire was kind at times, selfish at times, and misguided at times. But, he never treated Farshael with disrespect. For reasons he couldn't quite understand, Shael found Victor to be charming. The Sylph frowned when he finally noticed that several of the threads he weaved into his stole were a rich, slate grey hue. "Hmm?" He mused aloud as he lifted the thread closer to inspect it. That color was quite familiar. As he looked at the stole, which was only about eight inches so far, he felt his heart lodge in his throat. Somehow, Farshael had subconsciously weaved a pattern that looked remarkably like Viktor's eyes. A hot blush rose to his face. He had weaved far too much of the stole by then to start from scratch. So, the pattern would have to continue in the same manner. "Shaaaaaaeeel," came a familiar voice from somewhere nearby. "I'm so bored. Do something with me! Why are you hiding your scent and heartbeat so I can't find you?" Speak of the devil. There was a moment of floundering as the blue-eyed Sylph tucked his equipment away and then walked out into the hallway. "I'm right here," he called out as he walked over to him. "I was working on my stole again. At this rate, it will be around four months before I can report back to the gods." "Four months?" Viktor blurted, looking horrified. The vampire clutched Shael dramatically to his chest. "But you just got here, and that's so soon." "It's been over two months," Farshael countered, his heart skipping a beat at the contact. "A-And I must report to the gods. It's my duty," he insisted. "Can't you just call in?" Sky blue eyes peered up at the vampire. "There are no phones in the god realm; you know that," he responded. "I'm a Sylph. It's my job to deliver messages in the first place. We're their line of communication." "They are working you too hard," Viktor said determinedly. "There must be other Sylphs. You deserve a vacation. A nice long vacation. Here. With me." The air elemental absentmindedly began to pet Viktor's chest with his hands. "I...I'd like to stay," he admitted. "But, not for a vacation." "Then stay forever. Not a vacation. We can go on holiday elsewhere, anywhere you want." Viktor nuzzled into the elemental's soft, spikey hair. "It's better with you here. I don't want you to go. I won't even try to grope you anymore if you don't want me to. Anything. Just...stay." Farshael's face all but glowed red. "Th-then, what if I asked to retire when I go up to report?" He asked quietly. "And then you'd come back here?" Viktor asked, hugging the Sylph tighter, as though he were about to fly off that second. Shael nodded. "For as long as you'd like me to." "Forever, then," Viktor huffed, then was quiet for several long moments. "Would you be happy? Here, with me?" the old vampire asked hesitantly. Farshael nodded frantically. "Yes, I'd be very happy. I don't ever want to leave. I just don't want to be a burden to you and ..." "Yer not a frickin' burden," Gin hollered as he walked past the end of the hall, carrying a large statue of a bird that was suspiciously phallic. "You make the boss less of a pain in the ass. An' fer chrissakes, boss, stop buyin' weird crap. I don' even know if I should stick this in the bird room or the pervy room." Viktor nodded as Gin stomped off. "It's true," the vampire said sweetly. "I'm a better person with you. I don't know when I've felt so joyful or alive." The Sylph beamed up at the slate-eyed vampire. "Then, will you be mine, Viktor?" He asked. "Would you be my lover?" "Wait..." Viktor pulled back, his slate gray eyes wide with wonder. His voice dropped to a reverent whisper. "You mean, I can grope you as much as I want?" A blush rose to Shael's cheeks. "Y-Yes, but only in the privacy of our home!" He demanded. "We're home now," Viktor pointed out helpfully. "Yes, we are," Farshael agreed. Viktor held Shael's sky blue eyes as his hands slid from the Sylph's shoulders, down his back. Their progression was slow but steady as the heat grew in the vampire's eyes. He paused at Farshael's waist, a line Viktor's seeking touches had never been able to pass. The older man drew a steadying breath and slipped his hands lower, a groan falling from his lips as soft, rounded flesh filled his palms. Viktor squeezed gently, a rapturous look on his face. The Sylph blushed harder. "D-Do you want to go all the way?" He whispered. Viktor sucked in a harsh breath, then released it on a rough moan, his fingers squeezing Shael's backside tight as a shiver went through the vampire. A suspicious damp spot appeared on the front of Viktor's tailored slacks. "Ah, I think I just did," the vampire said, a little breathless. He smiled wickedly. "I think it would be much better if you went with me, though." He scooped the little Elemental into his arms. Farshael felt a cool rush of air and the world blurred as Viktor used his speed to bring them to his bedroom. Shael found himself gently deposited on a downy bed with a very old vampire looking at him with hunger in his eyes and a wet spot that was going to stain his pants if he didn't get it rinsed soon, which seemed excessively unlikely. The only thing in the universe that Viktor seemed to care about was the lovely Sylph before him. Trousers be damned. Sky blue eyes blinked up at the vampire as Farshael's face darkened to a nearly red hue. "V-Viktor, I..." He cleared his suddenly dry throat before speaking again. "I self-lubricate." "Sweet Ra's balls," Viktor gasped, clutching his chest, then glaring at his crotch. "No, you stop. Not again. The next one is for him. You can't just keep popping off every time he speaks. It's embarrassing. Have some self-respect." "I don't mind," Farshael responded with a nearly blinding smile. "I want you to come as many times as you like." The elemental suddenly found himself on his back with Viktor on his hands and knees over him. One leg insinuated between Shael's. "But I want to come inside you next," Viktor purred, kissing Farshael's throat. "Very deep inside you, while you're tightening around me, screaming your release." Farshael bit his lower lip and squirmed, his pupils nearly overtaking the sky blue in his eyes with lust. "I want that, too." "Do you want to see a trick?" Viktor asked, his lips smiling as he kissed behind Shael's ear. The Sylph nodded, suddenly unable to find his voice. He then gasped as a gust of wind seemed to come out of nowhere. He felt his arms and legs lifted and resettled so quickly he wasn't sure he'd actually moved at all. The Sylph blinked, and the air stopped rushing. Viktor was grinning down at him, positioned as he had been a moment before. However, both of them were stark naked. A glance showed Farshael's clothes neatly folded on a chair and Viktor's strewn across the floor. There was no saving those pants, at that point. Farshael's eyes once again feasted on the vampire's nude form. Only, he was finally able to touch it without any fear of crossing the line of decorum. The vampire had given him his consent. The white-haired Sylph's hands glided all over Viktor's chest, outer thighs, and back again. "Viktor, I don't want you to do this with anyone else," he whispered his honest feelings. The vampire pressed his forehead to Shael's. "I never thought I'd say this about anyone, but you're the only one I can think of. I can't flirt properly with anyone else anymore. For as long as you've been here, your hand is the only one to have slapped me for trying to cop a feel. Your behind is so glorious, I can ogle no other," Viktor admitted seriously. "I don't even know myself anymore, yet I can feel nothing but joy when you're near me." "And I hope to always bring you joy, despite being such a selfish Sylph," Farshael replied. "The gods won't even want me to work for them anymore after this...a part of me is scared to never be able to go back. But, a much bigger part wants to risk it all to stay here with you." "Selfish? Hush. I've seen you with others. None could call you selfish." Viktor tenderly stroked Shael's cheek. "Will you miss it so much, being up there with the gods?" Shael shook his head adamantly. "Not nearly as much as I'd miss you, Viktor. I just don't want you to tire of me someday and cast me away." "I couldn't," Viktor vowed. "I'd sooner tear off my own manhood and let Gin run it through his kitchen blender thing. I think...I believe you to be my soulmate, Farshael." Farshael reached up to cup Viktor's face in his hands. "If we're soulmates, then you definitely don't have to go that far," he pointed out with a happy grin. "I feel the same." "I'm jealous of the Omega wolves. They get a rock, and it shows them their soulmate as plain as day, and sometimes that very day," Viktor said softly. "When I think about the many years I've been without you..." "Sylphs can't ever see their own auras...but, as I've regained my powers more and more, I've realized that I can't see yours either, Viktor," Farshael confessed. "But, I can see Mr. Gin's and Essex's just fine." "Then, that means you really are my soulmate?" Viktor said hopefully. "Don't soulmates share their auras?" The air elemental nodded. "I think the same," he responded with a smile. Shael had his suspicions about it some weeks prior. The more power he regained with the weaving of his Air Stole, the more he could clearly see that the color of Viktor's aura was inaccessible to him. In fact, it was the only aura that seemed to be as inaccessible as his own. The vampire's body dropped, his arms too busy hugging Farshael tightly to bother holding himself up. Viktor turned to his back, not wanting to squash his mate. "I've never felt so happy," Viktor said, his voice rough. "I've been so lonely." "Even if they strip me of my Air Stole forever, I will find a way to come back down to you," Shael insisted. "And if you can't, I'll learn to fly," Viktor replied. "Technically, you can fly, in your other form," Farshael responded with a snicker. "That reminds me, I've never seen your bat form. May I, Viktor?" he asked. "That's right. I do know how to fly," the vampire admitted with a chuckle. "I tend to get blown around a bit if I go up too, high, though." Viktor sat up, pressing a kiss to Farshael's cheek. The vampire then leaned back, giving the Sylph a wink. Between one blink and the next, a silvery gray bat with black wings was crawling onto Shael's lap. The Sylph lifted the lovely bat into his hands and pressed a careful kiss to the top of his head before looking into the familiar slate-hue of the bat's eyes. "I love you, Viktor. In both forms. I really do," he declared. Viktor ruffled his fur happily, wrapping his wings around Shael's thumb affectionately. "Thank you," Viktor said, his words broadcasting into Farshael's mind. "My fur is very soft. You should pet me." The little bat paused uncertainly. "Unless you don't wish to. I understand that some folk are otherwise fine with bats, but don't wish to touch them excessively. Perhaps I should change back." "I'm just a little nervous about petting you in any way that would hurt," Shael admitted as he gently began to pet the bat all over. "You're so beautiful. I have another form, as well, but I can't show you until my Air Stole is finished. Sylphs can take on a form of their element, which can be a little dangerous, especially for Salamanders, the fire elementals. But, for me, I'm just wind." "Just wind... As if you could ever be just anything," Viktor told him, sounding proud as he rubbed his furry cheek against Shael's thumb. "I would be honored to see your air form. I'm sure it's as wondrous as this one." Farshael continued to pet him, feeling a sense of peace fill him up at the contact. "Viktor, you make me happy," he confessed. "I don't always agree with your taste in art or your mannerisms towards others. But, my feelings are steadfast." "What's wrong with my art and the way I act?" Viktor asked, sounding bewildered but unoffended. "Viktor," Farshael replied in a chiding tone as he gently scratched the base of the bat's ears tenderly. "Gin didn't know where to categorize your last piece, and you nearly spooked the pizza delivery boy to death for his hands brushing mine when I paid him the other day." "I admit, I may need to start a room that can hold the works that are difficult for Gin. That's a good idea, love," Viktor said, looking up at Shael adoringly. "And that young man had ill intentions, it was clear. I could see it in his manner. In moments, he could have had that hand anywhere. Then, I would have had to do more than gently encourage a bit of circumspection in his interactions." Shael let out a long sigh. "I won't ask you to stop your hobby of collecting...but I insist that you curb your spending down to one piece per month, if at all." He gently flicked one of the bat ears. "And no more scaring mortals. They're fragile enough as it is." "One?" Viktor said, his little bat face conveying his horror. "What if I were buying things for you?" he asked, looking hopeful. "Yes, I certainly can't limit it if I'm buying with you in mind." He nodded, pleased with his solution. "And of course, I will be sure not to cause undue distress to any human that is comporting himself as one should when interacting with my mate." "I don't need anything, Viktor," Shael once again insisted. "Just you." Farshael felt a tingle of magic in the air, then Viktor's vampire form was kneeling before him on the bed, leaning close. "As I need you," Viktor said softly. "I want to give all of myself to you...One particular part of me is throbbing for you." The vampire smiled impishly. "My heart, of course." The Sylph raised a doubting eyebrow. "Just your heart?" he questioned. "Perhaps not only my heart," Viktor admitted, gently urging Farshael to lie back on the bed. He slid his hardened length against Shael's, making the Sylph gasp. "There may be other, rather impressively large parts of me, which are in a similar state as my heart." Shael bit his lower lip as his fingers trailed a path up Viktor's arms. "Then, won't you slide that 'rather impressive' part inside me?" he suggested. "I would like that very much if just hearing you ask and thinking about it doesn't make me come again. Though, I think I wouldn't be able to be anything but hard, even afterward, with you lying beneath me, looking so very lovely and enticing," Viktor answered, voice low with desire. "Would you like me to open you with my fingers, first? I don't want to cause you pain." "You won't hurt me...see for yourself," the Sylph insisted with a squirm. He already felt his entrance prepare itself for what was to come. Though all elementals had different tasks to accomplish for the gods, they all seemed to have been built for love. Love over lust, surely, due to their natural defensive barriers. Viktor's eyes darkened from slate to black. Farshael found himself pinned to the bed with the tip of the vampire's cock teasing his entrance. The Sylph rather enjoyed the warmth. "You can't say things like that," Viktor growled, his fangs flashing white. "If you don't slow me down or tell me to be so very gentle with you I'm going to take you hard and rough, your thighs spread wide, and my cock buried so deep inside you we won't know where one of us ends and the other begins." He licked the side of Shael's throat, the thump of the Sylph's carotid like candy on his tongue. "Tell me you can't take it. Give me an excuse to hold myself back." The elemental's heart was racing despite not even doing anything yet. The vampire's words should have frightened him, but they merely caused the Sylph to all but overheat. "Don't hold back," He insisted. "Not with me. I want everything." Viktor growled, low in his throat, making Shael shiver at the animalistic sound. Viktor swiveled his hips, his tip circling, rubbing the Sylph's hot, damp entrance. Viktor clenched his teeth, pricking his own lips with his fangs as he fought the overwhelming urge to slam forward and sheath himself completely in a single thrust. He was still afraid of hurting the little elemental, no matter what Farshael had said. He let go of the Sylph's wrists, not wanting to crush the delicate bones and fisted the blanket on either side of his mate's delicate, lovely face. "Shael," Viktor gasped, his voice desperate and on edge. Farshael tugged the other man's head down into a kiss. The taste of blood on his tongue didn't phase him since it was Viktor's. The vampire was like an extension of Shael by that point, and all he could think about was how much more he wanted the feel of him. When he pulled away from the kiss, his legs wrapped tightly around his lover's lower body. "Don't be afraid," he whispered. "You won't hurt me." Viktor closed his eyes tight, letting out a groan of surrender before snapping his hips forward to bury is aching length inside the welcoming body beneath him. He wanted to stay still, just a moment, to savor the tight warmth surrounding him, but his body had other ideas. He drew back and thrust again, just as deep and forceful as the first. Then again, and again. Until he was pounding into the Sylph's sweet depths. The air elemental had never been more grateful that his kind was able to take just about any length and girth with little to no difficulty. Shael's flesh gave way to Viktor's shaft easily. But, the vampire's rough movements created a heated, stinging sensation that the Sylph enjoyed far more than he should have. The pleasure caused him to briefly flicker for a moment into his elemental form and back. It was as if Viktor humped air and then slid once again into the Sylph's depths as if for the first time, again. "Gods!" Farshael moaned. "Want to taste you," Viktor purred, nuzzling Farshael's throat, his slamming thrusts never faltering. "You smell like the wind in the trees." Shael merely nodded his consent, giving Viktor's shoulder a bite himself as he continued to cling to him. The nip made Viktor moan into the hollow of Farshael's throat. The vampire drew in his mate's scent, nearly mindless with need. Viktor kissed and nibbled Shael's soft flesh, tasting him. Fangs pricked skin, making the elemental gasp. They slid deeper and withdrew as Viktor sealed his lips around the two small wounds and sucked hard. Pleasure unlike any that the Sylph had ever felt before began to overtake his entire body. "Viktor!" he keened as he moved against him and tried to meet his thrusts. Viktor swallowed, his tongue teasing skin as the wound slowly closed. He drew hard, uncaring that he would leave a mark, wanting more of Shael's taste on his tongue. It was like heaven. Viktor's lower body dropped, grinding his cock inside his mate and catching the elemental's dripping length between their bodies. Shael let out a sound that was embarrassingly similar to a squeak as he released then and there. "Yes!" he gasped in rapture. Viktor sucked once more, though the small wounds had closed. He growled as he pulled back slightly, swiping his tongue once more over the reddening mark he'd left. When the vampire saw his mate blinking up at him with dazed eyes and a languid smile, a shock seemed to roll through him. Viktor grunted, picking up his thrusts again, hard and faster than humanly possible. Shael's eyes widened and he clung to Viktor's shoulders and waist. Though the speed was incredible, he felt every slide and every movement. It was as if his lover were searing his mark deep inside him. The movements should have pained him, but they merely drove the Sylph wilder with lust. To his complete and utter surprise, he found himself reaching orgasm a second time. The vampire plunged deep once more and shouted his release, his pulsing joining the waves of constriction inside his mate. Viktor panted over Farshael for a moment before blinking his dark eyes open and smiling wide down at the Sylph. He pressed a kiss to Shael's forehead and rolled them, still joined, onto his back so Viktor wouldn't lay on his little lover and squash him. Farshael had never experienced such heat, aching, and longing before. He had never found release in that manner before, either, let alone twice over. Was it the same for all Sylphs when they trusted someone enough to go that far? Shael actually enjoyed the warmth of the vampire's shaft inside him. He enjoyed seeing the expressions quickly changing on Viktor's face. The Sylph had never feared him, despite the vampire's age, power, and size. Shael had feared his own emotions and reactions in regards to Viktor, but never Viktor himself. "Viktor," he mused aloud when his breathing finally settled. "If that was you holding back, then I can't wait to feel you lose all control." The vampire hugged him close. Viktor was a snuggler. "Ah, I'd be terrified of breaking you in half. I've never felt so close to losing my senses," Viktor protested. "Are you alright? Are you in pain?" "I'm more than alright, and I'm in no pain," Farshael insisted. "I'm quite happy. I feel whole." "And you wouldn't mind...rougher, next time?" Viktor asked in disbelief with a tiny tinge of lustful hope. "As rough as you want," Shael agreed. "Just go for it, the worst that will happen is I'll tug on your ear or hair and tell you it hurts. Even then, I wouldn't leave you just because of rough sex. We're soulmates." "I didn't think you'd leave me," Viktor blurted, sounding deeply disturbed at the very idea. "I just want you to be happy and not in pain because of my sizeable endowment." The vampire cuddled Shael close. "He adores you. He'd be heartbroken if he made you cry." The Sylph raised an eyebrow. "Would he, now?" he questioned. "And what if I come to adore 'him' more than you?" "I would understand and accept second place in your heart," Viktor said with a self-satisfied grin. "As long as you let him worship you whenever you wish for it." "Viktor, what am I to do with you?" Shael responded after a moment of laughter. "Love me," Viktor begged, his smile turning gentle. "Be with me, for as long as we have. Forever, if we can." "Deal," Farshael agreed.
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    Lust and Chastity

  15. HinderToyBL

    The Elder Shindig

    January rubbed his temple as he awoke the following afternoon. His mates seemed to be adapting to his sleeping schedules, which was both endearing and concerning, considering Mateo and Pax's day jobs. Then again, the chaos of the days prior were enough to affect anyone's body. Perhaps they were simply tired. He took a moment to gaze at the group and finally stopped to realize how Ra had been looking out for them before they were even reborn. Five-hundred years was nothing to a god, a mere blink of an eye. But, to Jany, five-hundred years spent in loneliness had been downright painful. Looking over each of his mates that morning, January only felt pure gratitude. Five mates, one for each of his tumultuous centuries of heartache. The vampire couldn't have been happier. Just as he was about to carefully clamber off the bed, he felt a slight mental tug. The red-violet haired vampire's eyes widened when he heard someone's voice echoing inside his mind. "This is Elder Pembroke. I extend an invitation to all vampire-kind in the Acacia and Carnelia regions. Lindquist Lamoureux will be appointed an Elder this upcoming weekend. If you wish to be in attendance, the ceremony will be held at Lamoureux's estate. To RSVP with the number of guests you wish to bring or to send a representative in your stead, please contact me at 119-7253." Lamoureux...Jany had heard of him and the rumors of his possible appointing. Though it was rare, he had heard Elder Pembroke's voice in his head before. Pembroke, far older than even Viktor, had the gift to broadcast a telepathic message through great distances. But, the only vampires that were able to "pick-up" the reception were born vampires. The mind of a Made vampire was on a different frequency since they were once human. Attendance wasn't mandatory, but it could be counted as a slight against the new Elder. Proper etiquette was to either decline in person or to send a representative. January would have declined in person if it weren't for the thought that suddenly came to him. Many Elders would be there. The librarians that had abused Nolan! They could finally get justice for what the brothers did by reporting their misdeeds to an Elder. Resolved in his decision, January reached over to gently wake Pax. "My love," the amethyst-eyed man began as Pax stretched and sat up. "Remember our conversation on the front porch?" "Mmm?" Quinlan whined as he stirred awake. "The who about what on the front porch?" "I'll explain later, my Kyanite," January responded as he reached out to gently rake through Quinlan's pale locks, briefly realizing how true the statement was presently. The nubile vampire's eyes truly did shine like faceted Kyanite gemstones. "About what we talked about…" Pax urged the redhead. "The fastest way to send someone to bring you-know-who to justice would be to request it of an Elder vampire," January explained. "And we have all just been given the opportunity to see many of them in person..." :: "So," Quin stated aloud several hours later as he stood in front of a row of mirrors and tried to remember how to properly knot a tie. He could count on his right hand how many times he had ever worn a tie in his previous life. "We've been invited to this shindig because you were invited?" "Yes, since you are all my mates, the invitation is extended to all of you as well," January elaborated. "Once again, I thank you." After a brief talk, Jany's other mates agreed to come with him that night. "Don't mention it," Elias pointed out as he zipped up his pants, surprised that the hems were a perfect fit. "It sounds kind of exciting." "This material...is it really alright for us to wear something like this?" Nolan questioned softly. January kissed the younger vampire's shoulder. "Eiram jumped at the chance of dressing all of us in his design." Since all of the suit shops within the Acacia-Carnelia region was surely stuffed to capacity with vampires, January had teleported them to another country, where a famous designer quickly measured them all and brought forth the same suit in all of the different sizes for them to wear. When Jany requested the ties and pocket squares to match their eyes, Eiram nearly fell from his seat in excitement before rushing off to decide on the material and pattern. After helping Mateo with his tie, Pax moved on to help Quinlan with his. The alpha was an expert at ties. He even knew how to tie intricate knots. "I'm surprised he wants us to keep them," Mat commented aloud. "I thought these were rentals." "Had he more time, he'd have made us a brand new design more perfectly tailored to each of our bodies," January admitted. "However, Eiram is pleased for the opportunity to show off his design to vampires in other countries." "Have all of you dressed?" Came the sound of an incredibly tall vampire with a thick accent, but a gentle tone of voice. "Let me see you." January smiled at the fashion designer. "My mates and I are truly grateful for this, Eiram." "Don't even think about it, Jan-Jan," Eiram insisted. As he shook his head, his wavy, dirty blond locks swished from side to side. He was a Made vampire. Though his light brown eyes were as vibrant as melted caramel and though he had talent, he had to climb his way to the top for recognition. "My, but you make such a handsome entourage. I am honored that men of so many sizes and colors are wearing my design." "Oh! I know!" Quin exclaimed as he quickly found Jany's smartphone and handed to Eiram. "You can take a picture of all of us to show it off to the other designers!" The tall vampire nearly wept with joy at the suggestion. :: The drive to the Lamoureux estate was a bit tricky. Elias sat in the middle, on top of Quinlan's lap, with Nolan on their right and Jany on their left. Quin had to bite his lip hard as he tried not to think about it. Their position reminded him blatantly of their first time together, and he didn't want to torture Pax once again by losing control then and there. However, the drive to the estate was a lot shorter than they had previously thought. No one blinked twice at the sight of January with two Made vampire mates and three werewolves. They greeted him and the others politely on their way inside. Though Jany was quite familiar with the sight, seeing so many vampires in one place was a new to all of his other mates. And that included Nolan, as well. Once again, January felt wronged for Nolan's sake. "Isn't that the vampire from Viktor's home?" Mateo said, gesturing at a brunet vampire with his arm around the waist of another vamp with dark pewter hair in an asymmetric cut to his chin. "And isn't that the vampire that pulled us out of line at the club to let us skip the wait?" "Hey, yeah! Gin!" Eli called out, lifting his arm to wave enthusiastically. "He was nice and not pervy like his dickface master. Let's go say hi!" Vampires moved out of the way of the entourage while they walked over to Gin as if they had parted the sea. The vampires had already been informed that they were the mates of one January Vidal Aristide. The amethyst-eyed vampire, much like Viktor, was well-known in the area. Unlike Viktor, Jany's reputation was in good standing all the way around. Essex recognized half of the group and immediately felt self-conscious. He didn't want to be an embarrassment to Gin. Though, he couldn't help but always be more nervous whenever in the presence of the older vampire. "H-Hello," he greeted. "Ey, I see all the bunch made it," Gin said with a smile, flashing his fangs as his hazel eyes sparkled. "Looks to be a rippah of a party after we get through the snooty bits. Woulda' tried to skip it like Viktor if it weren't for my boy-o here." Nolan seemed very focused, trying to sort through Gin's Boston accent. Eli just grinned. He loved accents. Gin's was fun. January had a faint one that Eli couldn't place. It was stronger when Jany whispered endearments into his mate's ears. Eli gave a delicious shiver thinking of when January's voice went into sexy-mode...which was most of the time he was talking to his mates, when Eli thought about it. The Omega shook his head, trying to pay attention to what Gin was saying. "Now this heah is my Essex," Gin said proudly. "He's my dahlin', so watch ye'selves." Essex blushed hard but nodded. "I-It's true. We've been together for little over a decade now," he added. They were unusual in the sense that Gin, a Made vampire, was older and shorter...while Essex, a born vampire, was younger and overall larger. "...and I hope for many more." "'Course. Ye'll nevah get ridda' me," Gin said, giving Essex a little squeeze. "I know where my bread is buttered. I'd be soft teh letcha' wander. I won't find a better one anywhere." Essex felt his entire face turn pink. "I feel the same," he confessed. "Congrats?" Quinlan offered. "Does that mean the six of us are considered a whole loaf of bread?" "Don' say that in fronta' the boss," Gin said with a laugh. "Gawd knows what he'll say. Prolly somethin' dirty." He cocked his head at Nolan. "An' who's this now?" "Forgive us," Pax explained as he stepped forward with Nolan. "This is Nolan, our newest and final mate," He introduced. "Nolan, this is Gin and his partner Essex." "I'm honored to meet you, sirs," Nolan said quietly, leaning against Pax heavily, feeling desperately nervous and worried about embarrassing his mates in front of everyone. "Good to meetcha', Nolan," Gin said gently, noticing how the slender vampire seemed about to bolt and hide behind Pax. "Glad it's without the boss here. You look like you don't need his oglin'. Yeh got some good mates. Yeh must be a good'un, too, if yer theirs." Nolan blushed and sputtered a thank you. "I think they're about to start soon, love," Essex urged as he glanced towards the main hall. "Didn't you say that everyone had assigned seats?" "We should get, then. If the boss weren't such an oldie, they'd prolly have us sittin' in the cellah." Gin winked at Nolan, making him squeak and Eli giggle. "Good to meetcha' and teh see the rest. We'll be 'round the pahty later. We can gab then." "Wow," Mat commented when they were out of earshot. "Is it just me or did that Essex seem like a completely different person from when we last saw him." "Ah, you see," Jany explained with a snicker. "Essex's only weakness has always been Gin." "Did you already know about them being together?" Elias asked aloud. "Of course I did," January responded. "Essex has been my employee for over a decade, after all." "He works for you?" Eli asked as Jany began leading them towards a large set of double doors along with a sea of other guests. "I thought he worked at the Blood Orchid?" "Yes, I own the Blood Orchid," the redheaded vampire replied. "It's one of the many establishments I've bought over the centuries." "The crap?" Eli sputtered, making several stiff-backed vampires look over at him with disapproving frowns the Omega didn't notice. "I was all worried I'd gotten us banned for life there, or something, from rubbing all over you at the club when we first found you!" January sent the Omega one of his more devastatingly sinful smiles. "Ah, my love, you can rub all over me any time and any place you wish," he suggested. "So long as it's not during a dangerous situation." Elias felt his heart flutter in his chest as he blushed brightly. "You can't talk like that when you don't have time to find a convenient wall to pin me up against," the Omega protested as they made their way into a huge room that had been filled with chairs and a stage erected at the front. "It's not fair. I'm going to be wiggling in my seat through all the boring speeches, now." "Me too," Mateo muttered, a mental image filling his mind of Eli's nude body undulating against January as the vamp held the Omega's wrists pinned to a wall. "Me three," Quin hissed as he tugged at his collar a bit. The group passed by Gin and Essex again, who were both seated in the twelfth row. January, however, kept walking until he reached the fourth row. "Our seats are right over here," he announced. "Master..." Nolan said nervously. "The front thirteen rows are for elite, aren't they? You're certain our seats aren't further back?" "No one's going to be able to see over my head," Mat added uncomfortably, hunching his broad shoulders a bit, though it didn't make him look smaller in the slightest. "Yes, this is where we've been assigned, my sweet Citrine," January insisted. "And the platform rises for all to see, Mateo. Even you will have to look up to see." Their row had six seats, which Eli thought was nice since no one would have to sit next to a stranger. Elias always hated that. He never knew what he should do. Should he try to be friendly and talk to them? Should he just keep his eyes forward and pretend the other person wasn't there? If he started talking to them, they might turn out to be weird or annoying and want to chat through the whole thing. If he ignored them, was he being a dick? Which was why Eli tried to plant himself in the middle of the group, which tended to happen anyway. Mateo and Pax almost always took up protective bookend positions around their mates. As they shuffled into their row, Mateo went first, followed by January, Elias, Quinlan, Nolan, and finally Pax. Eli had expected the usual type of chair that pretended to have a cushion but was hard as stone against the butt after thirty seconds of sitting. The cushion was no lie on these. The Omega gave a happy sigh as he wiggled a little on the plush burgundy velvet. The Omega wondered how long and boring this whole thing was going to be. He knew it was important to the vampires, and he respected that and their traditions. Elias had simply always had trouble sitting through things. He got distracted and antsy. He was usually about ready to pull out his hair by the end. He just hoped he could sit still and not annoy the crap out of Jany and Quin, who were both sitting next to him. For a few minutes, Eli was able to distract himself by looking at all the vampires in their fancy clothes. Everyone seemed to be looking at them as they passed, though, making him uncomfortable. Some smiled kindly. Others stuck their noses in the air like they smelled something bad. It looked like there were nice vamps and dick vamps, just like everybody else in the world. Elias wondered if the snooty ones didn't like it that they were wolves or because they looked out of place in their fancy clothes. Wolves tended to be more of a jeans and t-shirt bunch. Eli looked down at his perfectly tailored duds. Did he really look that much like he didn't belong? Was it like dressing up a pet? Sure, it was cute, but it still made the animal look stupid. The Omega hunched down in his chair a little. Pax and Mateo were big and poised enough to pull off the clothes, even if they were wolves. Elias decided the nasty looks had to be for him. The nice ones were probably just pity. His family kept him in the house whenever they could. He had never been to anything like this, and it must have shown pretty obviously to everyone. Pax and Mateo had probably been to lots of things, so they knew how to belong. Elias had been excited about coming to the big vampire event. He was quickly deciding he should have stayed home and let the others go without him. January pulled Eli out of his thoughts by threading his right hand through the Omega's left hand. The vampire ran his thumb over his mate's knuckles before lifting the hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. "It won't be very long, love," he whispered into his ear. Amethyst eyes all but shone with mischief. "I could distract you if you'd like." The lights went down, leaving them in twilight with the only illumination coming from the lights above the stage. "You got paper to play tic-tac-toe, or something?" Eli whispered back. Jany gave the Omega's ear a gentle nip. "No, beloved. But, I do know another game we can play," he responded as he dragged his thumb along the base of Eli's middle finger. As he did so, he used his mirroring power to transfer the sensation to the base of the werewolf's cock. Eli gasped loudly, causing the vampire in front of him to turn around and give him a look. Elias did his best to look innocent while January continued with what he was doing. Thank goodness it was dark. The man turned back around when the current vampire Elders of the area and the one to be made an Elder filed onto the stage. "I stand here with your four other regional Elders to appoint one Lindquist Lamoreux as an Elder Vampire," Elder Pembroke explained. "To be appointed an Elder..." Elias nearly bit his tongue when he felt the lick that January dragged along the base of his finger along his shaft, instead. The purple-eyed vampire merely smirked when the Omega peered over at him. When Jany took Eli's finger into his mouth and sucked, both of them were surprised to hear another gasp a couple of seats away. The slender, orange-eyed vampire squirmed in his seat. He felt another ghostly lick against his length, causing a soft whimper to fall from his lips. What was happening? Nolan's eyes darted around. Quinlan was shifting a bit in his seat next to him. Past the recently turned blond, Elias had one hand gripping the soft seat beneath him as his chest rose and fell rapidly while January licked a stripe up one of the Omega's fingers. Nolan felt a vivid echo of a tongue dragging against him from base to tip. It wasn't until January gave a particularly hard suck that all of his mates reacted in a wave of reactions. Pax shot the redheaded vampire a glance, and the look in Jany's eyes told him all he needed to know. Quinlan grinned widely as he glanced about and spotted the tents pitched all over the place. Jany's smirk merely widened as he took hold of one of Mateo's hands and began to knead it as if he were really kneading the werewolf's balls. As his thumb gently scratched the palm of Mat's hand, the scratch was echoed beneath each of his mates' undersides. When January took Eli's finger back into his mouth, the double sensations began. As Eli's eyeballs rolled up in his head, Mateo's thighs opened, and his head tipped back. Nolan squeaked behind his hand. When the person in front of him shot him an annoyed look over his shoulder, Nolan clung to Pax's arm and buried his face in the alpha's shoulder. Pax right hand clenched his knee as he rode out the pleasure. But, when he felt Nolan squirming against him, he couldn't help but gently rub his hand over the orange-eyed vampire's clothed erection. Golden eyes flew open when the alpha suddenly began to feel the stroking on his own shaft, as well. He didn't know that January could mirror Pax's touch, as well. The alpha reached down to gently squeeze Nolan's sac and was quite pleased to see Jany panting against Eli's finger. "Any touches you give Nolan or Eli could be bounced back to Jany," He leaned over to whisper into Quinlan's ear. Vivid blue eyes lit right up as Quinlan reached down to slide his hands up and down Eli's inner right thigh and Nolan's inner left thigh at the same time. Elias leaned back as far as he could, then slid his behind forward slightly as he let his legs fall open, bumping the mates on either side of him. The hand January wasn't molesting stayed firmly over his mouth. On the other side of Jany, Mateo was gripping his seat with one hand. The other had snuck deviously onto January's thigh, the wolf unable to keep himself from touching his mate as pleasure and arousal pushed at him. His touch slid higher until he was rubbing it against the vampire's rigid arousal through his fashionable trousers. On the other end of the row, Nolan was trying to keep himself from climbing into Pax's lap and begging the big alpha to fuck him, right there. January then synchronized all of those touches together and amplified it, his purple eyes glowing as his power rolled over each and every one of them. He was close, and if he was close, then his mates were close also. He gauged it well, waiting until the opportune time. When the other vampires began to applaud at the end of Lindquist's first speech as an Elder, he allowed the power to surge, increasing the pleasure tenfold until all six of them found release. Simultaneously, the redhead used miniature portals to whisk away their seed so that they wouldn't soil Eiram's lovely suits. Jany was beginning to realize that he was more powerful than he ever previously thought. He was apparently able to create larger portals than he realized, along with smaller and more intricate portals like the ones he had used just then. When the lights came up, Nolan had one leg up over Quinlan's knee as his upper body clung to Pax. Eli and Mateo were both slumped in their chairs with their heads tipped back, breathing hard. They were finally able to stand up to move onto food and the reception. As they passed by, the group noted that Gin was grinning nearly as wide as January was and his kerchief was missing, while Essex was about as dazed and out of breath as Elias. Apparently, they weren't the only ones who had taken advantage of the dimmed lighting. January led them over to the enormous dining hall, where they also had an assigned table. The redheaded vampire pulled Pax aside. "I'm going to go talk to Elder Pembroke, and I'll be right back with his decision about the librarian brothers," he whispered into his ear. Pax gave a solemn nod before joining his other mates at the table. Eli was sitting next to Nolan, nibbling on a breadstick when he felt someone behind him. He turned his head to see a frowning vampire with dark green hair pulled back harshly from his angular face. "Nolan," the man said, his voice as sharp as his features. "What are you doing here? Where have you been?" The orange-eyed vampire sucked in a breath before turning slowly. "M-Master?" The green-haired vamp grabbed Nolan's arm, yanking him out of his chair. "Hey!" Eli shouted, jumping up from his seat. "Don't you be pushing my Nono around, you dick!" "You run from me," the vamp hissed in Nolan's frightened face, ignoring the Omega. "And you dare to embarrass me by showing up at a function where you know all my peers will be found? Your punishment will be severe for this, fledgling." "Master, please..." Nolan whimpered, pain shooting up his arm from the man's cruel grip. Pax immediately reached over to place a hand on the vampire's wrist. His grip was tight enough to hurt, but not to break. "If you would please unhand our mate," he all but growled, his golden eyes flashing a warning. "We can figure out what's happened like civilized beings. I do not take kindly to any injuries upon one of my mates. We can all feel those injuries, you see?" Mateo stood up, as well, folding his arms across his chest as he glared at the aged vampire. At that moment, January returned to the table. The look of triumph on his face morphed into one of confusion and then anger. He quickly tossed a portal over Nolan to teleport him to his side. "What's going on here?" He questioned. "That is my runaway fledgling," the vampire sputtered, feeling less confident facing down two large werewolves and another vampire who was known to be powerful and well-connected. "I don't know what lies he's told you, but I'm his Maker. He belongs with me. Who knows what trouble he's gotten into in the time he's been hiding from me." He straightened his shoulders. "Enough of this. Come here, Nolan. We're going home." Nolan whimpered, clinging to January. "Please, I want to stay with them," Nolan pleaded. "Aren't I old enough, now?" "Certainly not. You still have much to learn, fledgling," the man snapped. "And you've no idea how behind my research has gotten because of you." "Be that as it may, Nolan is our mate, and that makes me his Master now," Jany articulated as he pressed Nolan closer to him. "What's his name, Nolan?" he whispered softly. Quinlan rushed over to Nolan to take a look at his arm. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that the bruising was already healing. The markings were the same on his arm as if it had been the blond himself who was grabbed and not the orange-eyed vampire. "Wardell," Nolan said, hiding his face in January's chest. "M-Mabry Wardell." "And he has a friggin' home," Eli snapped at the stranger from where Mateo was holding him back. "It's with us!" "Who are these people, Nolan?" Mabry demanded, taking a careful step back as he tried to keep his voice firm. "What is this nonsense?" "Are you deaf and stupid?" Elias spat, crossing his arms over the thick arm Mat had wrapped around his chest. "We're his mates. And hey, Nolan can't be that young. He was able to make a fledgling of his own, just fine. Probably better than you did when you made him." Elias pointed to Quinlan. "And he's one of our mates, too, you stuffy jerkwad." At the mention of Quin, Nolan turned slightly to tug the blond closer to both him and Jany in a protective manner. "A fledgling?" Mabry hissed. "A fledgling while you're not even old enough to be considered an independent vampire yourself?" He scoffed as he glanced at January. "You consider yourself a competent Master when you allow him to form another before even stabilizing himself?" Other vampires began to gather around the spectacle, some giving Jany surprised glances as if they couldn't believe that someone of January's standing would do such a thing. "You wish me to invoke Anubis himself to explain? It was his own father, Ra that served as our witness," January replied back in a calm manner. "Or is it that you question the motives of the gods?" "I…what?" Mabry took another step back. "Fine. Keep the irresponsible trollop. He was a terrible fledgling, anyway. Maybe you'll have better luck with him." Mabry huffed and stomped away, heading for the door. "Jeez, who uses the word trollop?" Eli growled. "What a complete assmonkey." The Omega patted Mateo's arm. "You can let me go now, big fella. It's tempting to chase that dick down and rip off his stupid face. But I won't, because we're at a nice party. And I'm a gentleman." "'Ey, shows over," came a familiar Boston accent. Nolan peeked up from Jany's shirt to see Gin and Essex shooing away the gawkers. "You alrigh', bud?" Gin asked Nolan as Essex stood nearby, looking intimidating enough to encourage the party-goers to go back to their mingling. Nolan nodded. "He was my Maker. I didn't run away from him, though. When the Librarian came and took me, he said I'd been sold, that my master didn't...didn't want me anymore." "Aw, frickin' hell. Don't cry, little bud." Gin sighed. "S'not yer fault. Wardell's a stuck up piece a' crap. Yer bettah off without him. He don' deserve ya.'" "If you cry, you'll make me cry," Quin added from beside Nolan. "Unless you think tears are sexy, in which case, I can totally cry for you." January let out a long sigh. "It appears I'll have to report more incidents than I though to the Elders." "What do you mean, Master?" Nolan asked with a sniffle that made both Gin and Quinlan look like they were ready to smother the orange-eyed vampire with stuffed animals and comforting hugs. "Older vampires such as Mabry and the Librarians that seem to have stolen you should not be operating as they have in the past," Jany explained. "Our local Elder vampires have the means to investigate and enforce Anubis's laws, which protect Made vampires such as yourself." "Made vampires only have the rights that their Makers give them," Nolan said, shaking his head. "They decide what can and can't happen to us until we're old enough or strong enough to go out on our own. We don't have protections." "You have the same protection as humans do," Jany insisted. "And those who told you otherwise will certainly be punished for it." "M-my Maker said it…and the Librarian and his brother." Nolan paled. "It wasn't true? I could have...I could have left? I didn't have to let them... I could have said no?" "Think of it this way, Nono," Quin said as he lifted one of Nolan's hands to hold it against his own cheek. "Would you have treated me the same? You are my Maker, after all." "No, of course not. I'd never make you do anything you don't want to," Nolan said quickly. "I was never going to do that to you." "If it feels wrong to you, then it was wrong of them to do that to you," the blond concluded. "Not that I wouldn't do just about anything for you, regardless. I love you." "I love you, too," Nolan said, leaving January to hug Quinlan, burying his face in the blond's neck. "They're almost as cute as you, Ess," Gin said, winking at the ruby-eyed vampire. A blush formed on the taller vampire's face. "My feelings for you will never change," Essex responded softly. "I want to spend as much time with you as possible." "You both have certainly outlasted Viktor and I, come to think of it," January commented as he glanced their way. "I feel a bit jealous of your longevity." "Oh, I have a feelin' yeh won't be havin' any trouble lastin' forever with the bunch you got now," Gin said with a wide smile, wrapping an arm around Essex's waist. "Yeh nevah was righ' for the boss. He needed somebody to keep him in line. Yer too sweet an' easygoin' to kick his ass like he needs done." The purple-eyed vampire smiled at Gin. "Yes, if celestial gods don't continue to try to kill us, I would say we have a great chance at forever," he responded in a joking manner. Elias flicked January's ear. "Don't even joke about that. You'll jinx us. I only want warm, fuzzy gods to have their attention on us. No more psycho, evil ones, yeah?" Mateo moved next to where Nolan was still huddling against Quinlan. He gently stroked the smaller vampire's soft black hair. Mat looked from January to Pax and nodded to Nolan before mouthing, "Home," with a questioning lift of his eyebrows. "I think it's time we head out," Pax suggested aloud, following Mat's cue. He shook Gin and Essex's hands one last time. "It was great seeing you both again." "Same," Essex replied. "I'm going to talk to Elder Pembroke one last time, and then we can go home," January insisted, but not before tugging Pax down into a soft kiss. "I promise I won't be long." "T-time to go?" Nolan asked shakily, looking up at Quinlan and Mateo. "Yeah, sweetheart. Let's go home," Mateo said gently, putting an arm around both Quin and Nolan. "Jany's gonna do something quick and meet us at the car." "'Kay," Nolan said with a sigh of relief. He hadn't known how he'd be able to face the party full of strangers. Pax led the way, his gaze discouraging anyone from bothering them. Nolan, Eli, and Quin followed right behind him. Mateo went last, his demeanor also suggesting that he and his mates should be left alone. When they got to the car, Nolan curled up in Quinlan's lap, exhausted. Eli sat next to them, petting Nolan's ebony hair soothingly. It was only a few minutes before January joined them and they headed home.
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