Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Cadre ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Author's Notes: Ai no Kusabi and its characters do not belong to me and I make no claim on them. All rights apply to the talented people who did create them. I make nothing off this except gratifying my own twisted pleasure. The song used here is called `Obsession' and is by the band Animotion. All rights and credits go to them for that song/lyrics.

 

But…the characters of Mingan Zenos, Sevilen and Zesiro ARE my own creations that I have plopped down into the Ai no Kusabi world. The things that they do and their interaction with the other characters of Ai no Kusabi are purely my fabrication.

 

Thanks goes to Jewel, Tam and Mac for their assistance in this little slightly AU endeavour. Hugs and kisses to the nit-pick chick, the grammar nazi and POV babe.

 

 

The Lost Cadre 7

 

Zesiro was dream walking.

 

He hadn't forgotten about the smell of the Vi'deshron that clung to the big Blondie named Mingan. That smell stayed in his nose and was not dissipating. If scent was part of the dream world, his task to find the Vi'deshron wouldn't be so hard. Zesiro could have simply followed his nose to the one he was searching for, unfortunately, scent played no role in the dream world.

 

Zesiro did have a clue though. The Blondie who carried the smell would probably know exactly who it belonged to. All Zesiro needed to do was find Mingan and ransack his unconscious mind for the identity of the one he wanted. This was a job better suited to his brother, Zivon. Zesiro knew he didn't have the finesse to do something like this. Chances were that Mingan would remember something about Zesiro digging through his brain. The Shal-hazal decided he'd deal with that when it happened. He needed to find the Vi'deshron. There was no reasoning with the compulsion between Shal-hazal and Vi'deshron.

 

Zesiro skimmed the sleeping minds of Amoi looking for Mingan's dreams when a hauntingly beautiful song floated through the dreamscape. There was a flavour that spoke to him on a purely instinctual level as a Shal-hazal. The song of a Vi'deshron. The Vi'deshron he was looking for. Zesiro followed the song but wasn't able to lock onto the one singing. There was some kind of interference which both surprised and intrigued him. Finally out of desperation, Zesiro shouted to the voice that would now haunt him as the scent did.

 

“I know you're out there, Vi'deshron. Xa'fen soo, Vi'deshron. Ony la-du xa'haeko'no.”

 

Zesiro waited for a response and was about to repeat himself when a voice came from nowhere and everywhere all at once.

 

“Who are you? I didn't understand what you said.”

 

“I'm Zesiro, a warrior class Shal-hazal. Xa'fen soo, Vi'deshron. Ony la-du xa'haeko'no.”

 

“That doesn't tell me anything and I still don't understand you.”

 

Zesiro frowned. That the Vi'deshron didn't understand the ritual words was a bit of a problem. This meant that he wouldn't know what to say back to accept Zesiro. The Awh'anise shrugged his shoulders. That was a problem easily solved. He'd just tell the Vi'deshron what he needed to say.

 

“I've been looking for you. I need to find you. Show yourself. I won't hurt you. I can't. I need you to say, “Xa'Shal-hazal d'wal eayda.” back to me. Please, it's very important,” Zesiro said with a little urgency as he felt the owner of that voice moving farther away from him.

 

“I don't know what that means and I don't know who you are. Dreams are not always what they appear. I know that better than most.”

 

The voice was gone. The dreamer had woken. Zesiro could have screamed in frustration. He had been so close to finding his Vi'deshron. He suddenly needed to work out some frustrations. Zesiro glared at his surroundings and a dangerous smile graced his lips when the dreamscape trembled. The people of Amoi weren't going to sleep well this night.

 

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Mingan woke to softly murmured sounds of arousal and the hard press of Sevilen against his body. Sevilen whispered half formed words in his sleep and rocked his hips against Mingan's leg. The Blondie could feel his Pet's erection and smiled wolfishly. His Pet might have decided that he didn't want to pair but his body had other ideas. He reached down and gently took Sevilen in his hand. Mingan began stroking Sevilen in time with the thrusting of his Pet's hips. Mingan felt arousal slide through his system as Sevilen moaned softly and his lips brushed across Mingan's chest. Sevilen gave a throaty groan and stiffened seconds before his cock spurted over his master's hand. Sevilen remained asleep and curled tighter against Mingan. A relaxed smile graced the Pet's face. Mingan slowly released his Pet's softening cock and brought his fingers to his mouth to be licked clean.

 

Three days had passed since Sevilen first woke from the effects of Jupiter's touch. Sevilen spent the majority of those three days if not actually asleep, then in a state that was close enough not to matter. Mingan's Pet told him he was removing the stuff he didn't need from Jupiter. He said it was making his head feel too full and he really didn't need to know about how many speeding tickets had been issued to any one individual. Mingan tried to hold Sevilen when he was in that not quite sleeping state but Sevilen told him that touching Mingan while he was trying to delete information was distracting. Mingan accepted what his Pet told him and reluctantly let him be. Mingan wasn't sure if that was true or if it was just a way for his Pet to avoid his touch.

 

Sevilen had sighed at this and told him that he felt like his head was going to explode and he really didn't want to find out what would happen if he kept all that information in his head. The lines of pain around his Pet's eyes and mouth made Mingan grudgingly leave Sevilen alone. Mingan couldn't help asking how long this would take. He'd been surprised by the flash of temper in his Pet's eyes before it was quickly quashed. Sevilen sighed again and patiently told him he didn't know as he'd never gotten that much information at once before and he was still teaching himself how to get rid of it.

 

Mingan was brought back to the present when he heard the chime of a message coming through. He got up with a sigh. He would have preferred to stay in bed with his little Pet snuggled to his side. He made his way to the office and was surprised to find a message from Iason. He opened it and found that, because of the incident between Raoul and Zesiro, a lavish party was being given that evening as an apology to the Shal-hazal. It was also a request on behalf of Zesiro that Mingan attend. The big Blondie raised his eyebrows at that.

 

Mingan would have preferred to ignore the invitation but it had been a request from the guest of honour so he couldn't refuse. Mingan was hoping Sevilen was feeling up to going to a party. His Pet was going to accompany him. Sevilen was also going to need appropriate clothes. While it would be within acceptable norms to bring a nude Pet to a party, that would be implying that Mingan intended to have Sevilen pair for everyone's pleasure. That simply wasn't going to happen. The only one who was going to touch Sevilen was him and he wasn't about to pair with his Pet in public. Not even if that was accepted by society and Sevilen would have welcomed it.

 

Mingan placed a few calls for clothes to be delivered, guessing at the size Sevilen would need. Since he was already awake, Mingan decided he might as well get something constructive done. Mingan began a careful search of the database for information on the other Cadre members. He needed to be cautious about it. Jupiter had kept the knowledge from him for fifty years. He highly doubted that she'd want him trying to find them when she had taken such pains to hide them.

 

Mingan wondered why Jupiter felt the need to keep the Cadre members apart when there had never been a problem with them being together before the attack. Was their closeness, that Jupiter herself had initially encouraged, linked somehow to the attack? Who was behind the attack? Jupiter either didn't know or refused to say. Who ever had been behind the attack then was still trying to finish off the remaining Cadre members. Mingan had heard the phrase “Kill the Cadre and Jupiter dies.” before. Fifty years was a long time to stick to a plan. Although, if a group was involved and not just an individual, the plan would remain regardless of who was a part of the group.

 

Mingan had quietly tried to quietly find other Cadre members off and on since the night of the attack which had decimated their numbers. He was sure there were still a few that survived the attack besides him. All those searches either led to dead-ends or had to be aborted when Jupiter started to turn her attention to what he was doing. Now, Mingan had additional information to help with his search. It would have been even easier if his Pet knew where they were but Sevilen told him he hadn't come across that information yet and that there was still a lot left for him to go through. Mingan soon lost himself in the search for information and only glanced up when the door chimed.

 

Mingan rose from his seat and stretched muscles that had stiffened from remaining in one position for so long. He threw a robe on and answered the door. The clothes for Sevilen had arrived. Mingan accepted the packages and headed for the bedroom. Mingan dropped the packages on the bed and gently shook Sevilen awake.

 

Sevilen opened his eyes slowly. He felt a little disorientated at being dragged from his mind. He was also acutely aware of the arousal crawling through his body. He had woken up that morning feeling overly warm and his skin tingled. Little fingers of desire had danced over his body, confusing him. Mingan had done nothing to arouse him. His Blondie master wasn't even in the bed when Sevilen initially woke up. Sevilen struggled with his unwanted arousal until he felt he had to retreat into his mind to avoid thinking about it.

 

“We're going to a party in a few hours, Pet. You have several choices of clothes in the packages. Pick one.”

 

“A party? Do we have to…,” Sevilen began.

 

“We are going, Sevilen,” Mingan said in a tone that warned him not to argue. “Come, I want to shower and you will wash my back.”

 

Sevilen felt the blood drain from his face as memories of the last time he had shared a shower with Mingan crowded through his brain. Remembered fear and pain and the feral look of animal pleasure on Mingan's face as he had driven into Sevilen's body made a soft sound of protest escape from Sevilen's mouth.

 

Mingan saw the fear fill his Pet's eyes and sighed softly. He was hoping his Pet realized that what happened in the shower wouldn't happen again. Mingan had apologised to his Pet; something he had never done before. Yet Sevilen had avoided all touches from Mingan that he could, which was something that was not going to be allowed to continue. Mingan was finding that he was losing patience with the distance Sevilen was trying to keep between them. Sevilen was his Pet and Mingan wanted to touch and hold him. Perhaps he'd been too lenient with Sevilen in allowing him to decide when Mingan could touch his Pet.

 

“Shower. Now, Pet,” Mingan ordered.

 

Sevilen felt anger surge to replace the fear. He could shower with the big Blondie. He'd just ignore him and wash as quickly as possible. Mingan was in control of himself. Sevilen had no reason to fear a simple shower with his master. Regardless of this little pep talk and confidence boosting spurt of anger, as soon as Sevilen was standing in front of the shower with Mingan behind him, he felt the fear return.

 

“It won't happen again, Sevilen,” Mingan said softly as he gently pulled Sevilen back against his chest.

 

His Pet remained stiff and trembling in his arms. Mingan patiently stroked his hands up and down Sevilen's body; trying to ease his Pet's nervous tension. Sevilen looked at the shower in front of him and swallowed hard. The rape was still fresh in his mind but the feel of Mingan, warm and solid behind him, was easing the nervous flutters in his stomach. Sevilen didn't understand that. Mingan was the one who raped him. Sevilen shouldn't be feeling comfort from the person who raped him. He also shouldn't be feeling desire curl through his body from Mingan's touch. But he did.

 

Sevilen tried to ignore the feel of Mingan's hands on his sensitized skin. The touches made him want to lean into every caress and demand more. The tingles on his skin where Mingan touched him felt so good and were helping to edge his desire higher. The contact with Mingan was starting to feel like a necessity. Sevilen swallowed hard against the urge to ask Mingan for more.

 

Mingan smiled to himself. The nervous tension was gone and had been replaced with another, more interesting tension. Sevilen might have said he couldn't pair again but his body told a completely different story. If there wasn't a party they had to attend, he would have led Sevilen out to the heated pool hidden in the trees of his backyard and aroused his Pet to the point where he would have begged Mingan to take him. There was always the possibility of doing that after the party anyway. Mingan set Sevilen aside and reached in to turn the shower on.

 

“As much as I'd love to play with you more, my Pet, we have a party to get ready for,” Mingan said with his back to Sevilen.

 

Sevilen eyes fell to half-mast. He was aroused and wanted Mingan to continue touching him. His master's skin felt so good against his own; warm, like velvet that had been in the sun. Sevilen reached out to touch Mingan before he realized what he was doing. He snatched his hand back, confused, and blinked slowly as if coming from a daze. If he touched Mingan like his body was telling him to, Mingan would rightfully assume that he wanted to pair. Frustration began to build. It wasn't fair that his body was trying to betray him like this.

 

Sevilen followed Mingan into the shower, annoyance and frustrated desire warring within him. The irritation helped him get through the shower without fear taking over that Mingan was going to force him to pair.

 

Mingan watched his little Pet from the corner of his eye and had to struggle not to laugh. Arousal was stirred to life in his Pet from his gentle touches. Mingan also noted that Sevilen was resisting the desire he felt. When his Pet washed his back, the movements of his hands were almost caresses instead of the job of cleaning. Mingan decided that he would leave Sevilen alone for the evening. All touches would have to come from his Pet. Judging from the way he was holding himself; Sevilen would end up touching him even if his mind told him not to. Suddenly, the party wasn't looking like the dull, political affair that Mingan had assumed it would be.

 

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Sevilen stared at all the people in the room and pressed closer to Mingan. He felt like he was on display and didn't like it. He just wanted to fade into the background. There wasn't a prayer of that happening considering how both he and Mingan were dressed. Sevilen went through the packages of clothes and chose the outfit that was the least remarkable. It still made him stand out among the other Pets and the fact that Mingan's outfit was a direct contrast made them an eye-catching pair.

 

Mingan's outfit looked like nothing the other Blondies were wearing, showing off the geometric lines down his arms and legs through the deep purple, sheer fabric of his pants and shirt. The only nod to decency was the opaque material over his groin. His knee length, silver hair was braided simply and tied off with a silver clip.

 

Sevilen's outfit covered him from chin to ankles which should have made him feel secure. Instead, he almost felt naked. Where Mingan was dressed in a purple so dark it appeared black, Sevilen was dressed in silver, made from the same type of sheer fabric as Mingan's clothes and showcased the black brands that decorated his body. The outfit actually highlighted his marks. Sevilen had left his lavender, hip length hair loose in an effort to hide the brands down his back.

 

In addition to feeling like everyone's eyes were focused on him and Mingan, his body was further betraying him. He was aroused. Painfully so. The desire winding through his system had been getting worse during the day until it was the only thing Sevilen could think about. The desire he felt when he showered with Mingan before the party was pale in comparison to what he was feeling now. Sevilen had the most insane urge to lick a line from the back of Mingan's neck all the way down his spine to his ass. Sevilen ruthlessly stomped on the feelings of desire but they weren't going away. They seemed to be getting worse as the day went on.

 

Touching Mingan seemed to help but the more he touched his master, the more he wanted to do more than just touch. The tingles he felt earlier in the day from Mingan's touch had slowly changed. Now, the almost painful pleasure of the tingles were soothed when Sevilen touched the big Blondie instead of caused by Mingan's touches. Either way, Sevilen was slowly being driven crazy with the prickles of desire along his skin that only eased when his skin was in contact with his master. Sevilen knew he was also starting to make Mingan twitchy. Every time he laid his hand on the big Blondie, Sevilen would hear Mingan's breath catch just a little or the muscles under his skin would jump. Sevilen tried not to touch Mingan but his skin was tingling and just feeling his master, even through the barrier of his clothes, made the sensation stop for a little while.

 

Mingan clenched his teeth and tried to listen to what the Blondie in front of him was saying. He felt his Pet's small hand caress his lower back again and press there for a few seconds. An almost inaudible sound of pleasure hummed from Sevilen before he removed his hand. The action was repeated every couple of minutes with the hand of his Pet slipping a little lower each time until Sevilen was almost groping Mingan's ass. While Mingan liked the fact that Sevilen couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself, being groped by a Pet in public just wasn't something that was done. Not to mention the fact that it was arousing the hell out of him.

 

Finally, Mingan couldn't take it any more and excused himself from the Blondie who cornered him to discuss business. He pulled Sevilen along to where several Pets were talking quietly together. He noticed Iason's Pet among the group and pushed Sevilen towards them.

 

“I need to discuss some business with Iason. Stay here.”

 

Sevilen turned wide eyes to Mingan and started to follow his master. Mingan looked over his shoulder and waited. Sevilen stopped and bit his lip. He wanted to stay with Mingan. Touching him made the tingles stop. While the tingles felt nice, they were also making him more aroused. He watched Mingan walk away and reluctantly moved back to the group of Pets after casting a sorrowful look at Mingan's back. He was relieved to find Riki among them. At least he knew one person that he could talk to. He approached Riki and started the apology he felt he still owed the other Pet.

 

“I'm sorry about… you know… saying stuff you didn't want said,” Sevilen said softly to Riki.

 

“Forget it. Iason and I talked. We're… better.”

 

Sevilen glanced at the other Pets near by before he moved closer to Riki and dropped his voice even further. He didn't usually tell people about what he could do but since Riki sort of already knew from when they had touched the first time….

 

“Oh. Good. I didn't mean to. It's just… I get personal things and secrets from people when they touch me. I can't help it. I didn't do it on purpose.”

 

“Really? That's what happened when I touched you?” Riki asked in surprise. “Can you do that all the time or is it just the first time? You know, I'd give a helluv a lot to know what's going on in Iason's head,” Riki added in a low voice.

 

Sevilen immediately shook his head. He still had too much of Jupiter rolling around his brain. Sevilen also thought that Riki's master would be furious if his inner most thoughts were suddenly revealed. Sevilen had enough difficulties in his life without a pissed off Blondie added to the mix.

 

Riki sighed in disappointment. He studied the Pet in front of him and noticed that except for his face and hands, Sevilen's skin was completely covered by sheer material. The brands seemed to shimmer under the thin fabric and Riki reached out to touch them without thinking.

 

Sevilen gave a soft gasp at the touch of Riki's finger along one of the brands. The painful pleasure of the tingling in his skin quieted at the touch of the other Pet. Riki jerked his hand back at the soft sound Sevilen made and started to stammer an apology. Sevilen grabbed Riki's hand back and exhaled at the relief touching the other Pet gave him. He brought Riki's hand to his cheek and closed his eyes as the tingling calmed even further.

 

“What are you doing?” Riki hissed as he tried to reclaim his hand without making a scene.

 

Riki knew Iason would be furious if he caught sight of Sevilen molesting his hand. Iason had told Riki to behave himself and letting another Pet touch him as Sevilen was doing now would not be seen as `behaving himself'. Not to mention what Sevilen's master would do. That Blondie made all of Riki's self-preservation instincts kick into overdrive. Riki knew Mingan was a dangerous man and the Pet didn't want to goad the powerful Blondie into reacting to the sensual touch of Sevilen that he was currently enjoying.

 

“The tingles stop when you touch me just like when I touch Mingan. Just let me hold your hand for a bit. Please,” Sevilen asked in a husky voice as he rubbed his cheek over the back of Riki's hand. His eyes closed from the pleasure of feeling another's skin against his own.

 

“Tingles? What tingles? You're not gonna reveal more of my secrets are you? I swear I'll hurt you if you do,” Riki warned as he shifted his balance into a loose fighter's stance that was spoiled by Sevilen rubbing his cheek harder against Riki's hand.

 

The feel of Sevilen rubbing his cheek against Riki's hand with such obvious pleasure was arousing Riki and completely unexpected. Riki glanced around looking for Iason. His master would have a fit if he saw what Sevilen was doing. After learning that Riki had feelings for him, Iason had become even more possessive than ever. Not that Riki minded that. Riki's eyes snapped back to Sevilen's face when he felt the hot, wet swipe of a tongue on the back of his hand. Lust shot straight to his groin and Riki's eyes widened as his cock hardened in a matter of seconds. Iason was going to kill him if he saw this and it wasn't even his fault this time.

 

“After the first touch, I have to concentrate to learn anything more from someone,” Sevilen answered as he moved closer to Riki and brushed his lips over the back of Riki's hand before going back to rubbing his cheek against the other Pet's hand.

 

Riki was torn between wanting to move away from Sevilen and wanting to stay. Desire was moving through him and he wasn't sure why. The simple touch of this strange Pet should not affect him. The only person who could arouse him this fast was Iason. Something weird was going on with Sevilen. Riki was startled further when Sevilen pressed close to him. Riki could feel the other Pet's erection and when he looked down into Sevilen's golden eyes, they were hazy with desire. Sevilen gazed up at Riki and drew one of Riki's fingers into his mouth and started to slowly suck on it.

 

Sevilen swirled his tongue around Riki's finger. There was a faint taste of tobacco on the finger. The Pet's taste was different from Mingan's and not nearly as erotic to Sevilen but Riki was the one pressed next to him, not Mingan. Mingan had left him with this Pet while he went off to talk with the other Blondies at the party. Sevilen slid his lips down to the last knuckle of Riki's finger and sucked hard.

 

“Dammit!” Riki hissed as need slithered through him.

 

The thought never occurred to Riki to pull his hand away from the erotic feel of Sevilen's mouth. Instead, he started to wonder how it would feel to have Sevilen's mouth on his cock. Riki brought his hand up and palmed one of Sevilen's nipples. Sevilen gave a ragged moan around Riki's finger and pressed his hips against the other Pet.

 

Lust was building with increasing speed in Sevilen. He wanted to feel his skin pressed to another's. He wanted to feel his cock being stroked by someone else. Sevilen just plain wanted. All thoughts of what Mingan or Iason would do if they saw what was happening between their two Pets fled. Sevilen wanted relief and it was becoming harder to fight the desire that was surging through his body.

 

Mingan was speaking with Iason when Raoul and Zesiro walked up to them. Mingan nodded at them and tried to ignore the appreciative look the Shal-hazal was giving him. After having his Pet grope him for the last half hour, Mingan's patience with anything sexual was not the best. He wanted to leave the party, take his little Pet home and screw him senseless. With the sudden arousal Sevilen was displaying, tonight was probably his best chance. He wanted to show Sevilen that the pleasure of his first time wasn't an isolated incident.

 

Mingan took note when Zesiro's eyes fell to half-mast and the Awh'anise took a deep breath. The Shal-hazal's eyes snapped open and he fixed Mingan with a hard stare that had none of the teasing playfulness that had been there only seconds before. Mingan wondered what the Awh'anise had scented. Obviously, something had pricked the man's senses and that the `something' had to do with him. Zesiro's tail lashed from side to side and aggression was suddenly evident in every line of his body. He was staring intently at Mingan and it was starting to annoy the big Blondie. Mingan was about to ask Zesiro what was wrong when Raoul spoke.

 

“I wasn't aware you were going to let Riki pair at the party, Iason. Have you finally decided to start treating him like the Pet he is?”

 

Iason jerked his gaze to where Riki was standing with the other Pets and simply stared in disbelief for a few seconds before he swore softly. Mingan followed Iason's gaze and felt fury rush through him. Iason's Pet was kissing Sevilen. Not only that, he was groping Mingan's Pet in front of the entire party. And Sevilen was letting him. Both Blondies moved with speed to where their Pets were locked in an erotic embrace.

 

Sevilen ground his hips against Riki. His mind spun with the pleasure of feeling the other's hard erection press against him. Riki was kissing him with an erotic skill that came close to rivalling Mingan's. He wasn't quite as good as the big Blondie but Sevilen was willing to take what he could get. Lust was twisting his insides and he could barely catch his breath from the need he was feeling. Riki's tongue explored Sevilen's mouth and made Sevilen want to feel it on other parts of his body. Sevilen gave a little aggressive growl and squeezed Riki's ass.

 

Want clawed at Sevilen. Riki was making the most intriguing noises of arousal. He muttered encouragement against Sevilen's lips as he ground their erections together. Need was pressing on Sevilen and he thought that it wouldn't take much more before he'd have the release his body craved. He slipped his hand between their bodies and stroked Riki's erection making both of them groan.

 

“Oh, yeah. Jerk me,” Riki muttered as he slid his hand down Sevilen's back and tried to press a finger between Sevilen's cloth covered cheeks.

 

Mingan reached the Pets first and yanked Sevilen away from Riki. Sevilen growled a protest and Riki looked dazed as he was pulled tight to Iason. Both Blondies glared at each other over their Pets' heads. Grumblings of disappointment came from the other Blondies who had been watching the two Pets fondle each other. They had been enjoying the erotic display. After all, what were Pets for but to sexually perform for their Blondie masters?

 

“Control your fucking Pet, Iason,” Mingan growled.

 

“My Pet? Riki knows better than to do something like this without my permission,” Iason snapped back.

 

“That's not what it looked like to me,” Mingan snarled.

 

“I don't give a fuck what it looked like to you,” Iason hissed back.

 

Zesiro watched the Blondies clutch their Pets possessively and thought that it was about time something interesting happened at the party. He hadn't been able to convince Raoul to sneak away for a quick fuck and was a little put out with his Blondie. The party was for him and Raoul hadn't been willing to let him play with his personal party favour; namely Raoul himself. Zesiro couldn't even get Raoul to let him kiss him in front of the other Blondies. For a bunch of sexually charged people, they were decidedly repressed with each other.

 

Zesiro had also smelled the Vi'deshron on Mingan again and wondered who the Blondie had been in contact with. The scent was fresh and it positively covered the big Blondie. There were too many people and too many things in the room competing and covering the delicate, enticing scent of the Vi'deshron for him to follow his nose easily. Zesiro wondered if he was going to have to go around and sniff every person in the room to find the one he sought.

 

Zesiro wanted to get closer to Mingan and the beautiful Pet he was clutching to his chest but it looked like the big Blondie was getting ready to take Iason's head off. Anger and possessiveness tinged the air between the two Blondies and Zesiro could smell the level of testosterone in the room rising. There were less than a dozen females in the room compared to the almost one hundred males all in their prime. Zesiro could taste the potential for violence in the air. He smiled and wondered how long it would take before the situation exploded. He wondered what he could do to goose it along. There was nothing like a little random violence to build his desire.

 

A small crowd of Blondies had originally gathered to watch Riki and Sevilen in the beginnings of what was assumed to be a pairing. Now, they watched Iason and Mingan with just as much, if not more, interest. Watching Pets pair was entertainment but something you could see any day. Watching Blondies fight was an event. Watching Jupiter's favourite son fight her special creation over Pets was more entertainment than they thought they would see that night. Quiet murmurs of bets began to flow around the circle of Blondies. Mingan was the heavy favourite based solely on his reputation and rumours but Iason had a good number of supporters.

 

“What were you doing, Pet?” Mingan asked Sevilen in a tight voice as he glared at Iason.

 

“The tingles stop when I touch someone,” Sevilen said in a husky voice as he relaxed into Mingan's arms and wiggled his ass into Mingan's groin.

 

“Your Pet started this, Mingan,” Iason said with anger in his voice.

 

Having his master hold him made the tingles go away and Sevilen sighed in relief even though arousal continued to move through him. Sevilen stroked his hands over Mingan's arms and snuggled back into his master's embrace. He let a happy noise escape his throat.

 

Mingan thought Sevilen sounded like he was drugged. The Blondie risked a look into his Pet's upturned face and was surprised at the naked hunger in Sevilen eyes. Something strange was going on with Sevilen. Mingan looked up to find that Riki had pressed himself to Iason and he was touching the Blondie in a way designed to arouse. Iason looked as surprised as Mingan felt from the sudden desire their Pets were exhibiting.

 

“Are you two going to let them pair or are you going to fight each other?” asked a young Blondie standing nearest to Mingan.

 

Both Mingan and Iason glared at the Blondie. The young Blondie paled slightly but stood his ground. Iason moved away and pulled Riki with him after sending a frosty look at Mingan and Sevilen. Mingan watched Iason settle in a dark alcove with his Pet. He watched them for a moment, knowing that Riki was stroking Iason through his clothes just from the position and movements of the Pet.

 

The small crowd of Blondies that gathered to watch Sevilen and Riki slowly broke up and wandered off in search of more entertainment. A Blondie dragging a Pet away for discipline was common enough to lose their interest rapidly. A few stayed where they were to watch from a respectful distance, among them, the young Blondie who had asked if Riki and Sevilen were going to pair.

 

Iason quickly settled himself in the plush seat and pulled Riki close to him. He was angry that Riki had been kissing Mingan's Pet. Iason thought that they had been making progress with their relationship. For Riki to openly defy his command to behave himself in such a public place….

 

“Riki, what am I to do with you?”

 

“Whatever you want, Iason. Just let me touch you. I want you. I want you so bad it hurts. I don't know what's up with that strange Pet but all I can think about now is how good it'll feel to have your cock in my hand; in my mouth; in my ass. I need to feel you right now, Iason,” Riki said in a husky voice as he stroked Iason through his clothes.

 

Iason closed his eyes at the stroking of his Pet and struggled for control. Riki never failed to make desire pour through his body from even the most casual of touches. This concentrated desire and heavy, wanting tone in Riki's voice brought Iason erect in record time. If only they weren't in a public place, Iason would welcome the arousing caresses and respond in kind.

 

“Iason. Master. Please,” Riki begged softly as his fingers slipped through the seam of Iason's pants to brush the Blondie's skin.

 

“You need to be punished for attempting to pair without permission. Pull your shorts down, Riki.”

 

“Iason, no. Wait until we get home. I need…,” Riki began.

 

“Obey me, Pet. I'm going to spank you now as well as when we get home. This spanking is for the Blondies here to see that you are being disciplined,” Iason said as he reluctantly removed his Pet's finger from teasing his cock and sealed the seam once more.

 

“But Iason, I need to come. I'm so worked up, I hurt.”

 

Iason griped the top of Riki's shorts and pulled them down to his knees. He jerked his Pet over his knee and pressed a hand firmly between Riki's shoulder blades when his Pet tried to get back up. Iason brought his hand down on Riki's bare ass with a resounding crack. Heads turned and Riki yelped. Iason delivered five more stinging slaps to the struggling Pet across his lap before he released Riki.

 

“Kneel in front of me, Riki. Pleasure yourself,” Iason said in a low voice as he watched Riki's dark eyes.

 

Riki groaned and slid down to kneel at Iason's feet. He had felt Iason's erection against his hip while his Blondie master spanked him and it only added to his arousal. Any other time Riki would have refused to do what Iason demanded after the humiliating public spanking but this time the brief spanking had only served to strengthen his desire. He wanted to come so badly. He needed to. He knew Iason was still angry over his actions with Sevilen but at that moment, Riki didn't care. He'd pay for fondling Sevilen but to see and feel Iason's jealousy was worth the whipping he was sure to get later.

 

Riki took his cock in hand and locked his eyes with Iason. He was already so close to the edge, Riki knew he wouldn't last very long. With any luck, Iason would want to go home soon so they could pleasure each other like he knew they both wanted. Riki pumped his erection and panted as he tried to make it last. He wanted to see Iason as aroused as he was. It was a losing battle. The clinch with Sevilen had shoved him hard towards completion. Having Iason watch him intently as he jerked off and knowing that Iason was going to spank him again for what had happened made Riki groan and lose what little control he had. His blood surged and his balls drew up tight. Riki moaned softly as his cock pulsed in his hand. His seed splattered on the polished wood floor between Iason's spread legs.

 

Iason bit his lip to stifle his groan of pleasure. He loved to watch Riki in the midst of his passion. He was so free with his reactions and genuine in the pleasure washing through his body. Iason could hardly wait until they could leave the party and go home. He was going to have to punish Riki for fondling the other Pet but after that… he would slide deep into his Pet's body and love him for the rest of the night.

 

Mingan watched Riki jerk himself off for Iason. Mingan thought that Iason had a damn fine idea. He wouldn't have Sevilen pair in public but he would like to watch Sevilen masturbate. His little Pet was lovely when he pleasured himself and given how worked up Sevilen seemed to be, his Pet's performance would be spectacular. Mingan had watched Sevilen for his reaction to Riki jerking off for Iason. Sevilen's breathing became faster and soft little erotic noises escaped from him. His Pet had given a soft growl when Riki peaked and Mingan was surprised at the heat that rushed to his groin from that quiet sound. Mingan was about to lead Sevilen away when the young Blondie spoke up again.

 

“You can't just leave like that. We want to see a show. If you aren't going to fight Iason and his Pet and yours aren't going to pair, have your Pet pair with another. Your Pet seems eager enough.”

 

Mingan scowled but noticed that several of the Blondies nodded their heads in agreement. Sevilen was not going to pair with anyone else. Aside from the fact that the initial touch would probably knock him to his knees, Mingan was not going to give up this sudden sexual need of Sevilen's to another Pet. But if they wanted a show, they'd get one. It just wasn't going to be what they anticipated.

 

Mingan would have preferred to have simply walked away with Sevilen. But it had appeared that Riki and Sevilen were going to pair. Mingan just knew the insolent young Blondie would make a scene about Sevilen and Riki not pairing. Mingan narrowed his eyes and frowned at the Blondie.

 

“You will get your show,” Mingan said in a deadly, low tone as he used his size to intimidate the young Blondie.

 

The young Elite swallowed hard as he suddenly realized just who he had been speaking so boldly to. He nodded his head and moved a safe distance away from Mingan. Mingan tracked him with eyes turned cold and pinned the Blondie to the spot for a long moment, making the young Blondie nervous before turning back to Sevilen. His gaze warmed and his aggressive manner softened as he leaned down to Sevilen.

 

“Sing for them, Pet,” Mingan said softly into Sevilen's ear. “I don't care what. Sing or you'll have to pair. Choose.”

 

Mingan's words broke through the sensual haze that clouded Sevilen's thoughts. A blush worked its way up into his cheeks and Sevilen was very aware of the erection he had. His head said he should be embarrassed at the way he was behaving. A sharp stab of irritation at his traitorous body helped Sevilen pull himself together. He gave the barest of nods to Mingan and closed his eyes briefly. His body hummed with the need for release. Sevilen struggled against the desire coursing through him. He didn't doubt for a moment that if he didn't sing, he would be forced to pair and not with Mingan. His body was demanding that it be allowed to pair and that even doing it in public with a nameless Pet would be fine so long as the fiery desire rushing through him was quenched.

 

His mind was panicking at the very thought of pairing with anyone. Sevilen ruthlessly squashed the feelings of desire as best as he could and moved away from Mingan. He almost whimpered at the loss of contact. Desire rushed through him stronger than before and his skin began to tingle painfully again. He could do this. Singing was like breathing to him. All he had to do was close his eyes and let the music roll through him.

 

Sevilen moved to the middle of the room, closed his eyes and drew in several calming breaths. The room had slowly gone quiet and when Sevilen couldn't hear any chatter, he opened his mouth and began to sing a song he had heard a long time ago but never really understood until now.

 

You are an obsession; I cannot sleep.
I am your possession; unopened at your feet.
There's no balance; no equality.

Be still I will not accept defeat.

 

I will have you. Yes, I will have you.
I will find a way and I will have you.
Like a butterfly; a wild butterfly.
I will collect you and capture you.

 

You are an obsession; you're my obsession.
Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?
You are an obsession; you're my obsession.
Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

 

Sevilen began to sway to the song as he sang. Desire still poured through him and he used the strong feelings to add to the emotions of the song. He filled the room with the power of his voice. Sevilen sang and ecstasy of another kind poured through him. The song was everything. He was the song.

 

I feed you, I drink you.
My day and my night.
I need you, I need you.
By sun or candlelight.
You protest.
You want to leave.
Stay.
Oh, there's no alternative.

 

Your face appears again.
I see the beauty there.
But I see danger; stranger beware.
A circumstance; in your naked dreams.
Your affection is not what it seems.

 

You are an obsession; you're my obsession.
Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?
You are an obsession; you're my obsession.
Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

My fantasy has turned to madness.
And all my goodness, has turned to badness.
My need to possess you has consumed my soul.
My life is trembling; I have no control.

 

Sevilen opened his eyes and stared at Mingan as he sang. Desire and need swirled through his veins. Sevilen wanted. He'd never felt anything so powerful in his life. Not even the first time he had paired with Mingan had produced arousal this overwhelming. He wasn't surprised to see that Mingan was watching him so intently. Lust was moving through Mingan's eyes and Sevilen could see that the Blondie was having a hard time remaining where he was. Sevilen felt a dark thrill of power to know that his singing could affect his powerful Blondie so strongly. As he sang the last stanzas of the song, the smile he sent to Mingan was pure, carnal lust. Sevilen put all the arousal he was filled with into the words and directed them at his Blondie master.

 

I will have you. Yes, I will have you.
I will find a way and I will have you.
Like a butterfly; a wild butterfly.
I will collect you and capture you.

 

You are an obsession; you're my obsession.
Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?
You are an obsession; you're my obsession.
Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?

 

Sevilen came to the end of the song and looked around the room. He felt energized and sexualized. The desire that he had trampled down when he started to sing had consumed him as he sang and now all he could think of was getting to Mingan so he could touch and kiss and lick him.

 

All the Blondies in the room had their eyes trained on Sevilen with varying degrees of desire. Several Pets were frantically groping each other and a few of them had progressed beyond groping and were actually pairing. A few Blondies were having Pets pleasure them in the darker alcoves. Sevilen felt his eyes widen at the blatant and sudden lust that moved through the room. Seeing the rampant desire jolted him a little from his own lust-hazed state. What had happened while he had his eyes closed and was singing his song?

 

“Xa'fen soo, Vi'deshron. Ony la-du xa'haeko'no.”

 

Sevilen jumped at the loud, commanding voice as well as the words. He had heard them before when he was dreaming. He watched a tall man stride towards him. The man wasn't an Amoian. A Blondie stalked after him, trying to get his attention and failed. The man only had eyes for Sevilen.

 

The man stalking with so much determination towards Sevilen was tall like most of the Blondies at the party but not as tall as Mingan. He appeared to be well muscled but he moved with quick, graceful steps like a dancer. His shoulder length hair was flame red and his skin was tanned. Sevilen knew his eyes widened when he figured out that the thing swishing behind the man was a long tail with a puff of scarlet hair at the tip. Once he was closer, Sevilen sucked his breath in when he saw the man's eyes. Although the deep blue colour was a little unusual, it was the sight of eyes exactly like Sevilen's own that shocked him. The man's pupils were elliptical and dilated quickly with a little flash of recognition before narrowing again to slits.

 

“Xa'fen soo, Vi'deshron. Ony la-du xa'haeko'no,” the man repeated as he came to stand in front of Sevilen, almost touching him.

 

Sevilen stared at him in fascination. He had never seen anyone who looked like this man. The pendant he wore was familiar. A little shock or recognition travelled through Sevilen and he reached up to touch the back of his neck. The exact same symbol was on his neck and had been since the day he was born.

 

“Answer me,” Zesiro demanded as he stared at the Vi'deshron he had been searching for. “I told you what to say. Answer me. Please. It is for your own safety. I swear, I can't hurt you but I need you to repeat what I said to you in the dream world. Please.”

 

Mingan started forward, snapped out of the desire fogging his brain by Zesiro towering over his Pet. Sevilen was his. He saw Raoul grab Zesiro's arm and the Shal-hazal snarled at the Blondie before shaking his hand off. Anger darkened Raoul's face but Zesiro had turned back to Sevilen.

 

“Please, answer me. I know you remember what I said to you. I can't leave you alone until you reply,” Zesiro said softly as the need to hear either refusal or acceptance from the Vi'deshron before him pressed on him.

 

“Xa'Shal-hazal d'wal eayda,” Sevilen found himself saying as he stared into eyes startlingly similar to his own.

 

Zesiro reached for Sevilen with a relieved sigh and pulled him close. He bent and touched his forehead to Sevilen's. The Shal-hazal curled his tail loosely around Sevilen's leg and gave a sigh of contentment as he stroked his hands over Sevilen. The Vi'deshron had accepted him.

 

Sevilen stiffened and waited for the rush of information to bombard him. When nothing happened, he was stunned. That had never happened since the curse of a first touch had appeared. Sevilen was jerked away from Zesiro by Mingan and held tightly to the Blondie's chest.

 

“Raoul should have told you it is bad manners to touch a Pet that isn't yours. Don't do it again. More importantly, don't touch mine,” Mingan growled.

 

“He is my Vi'deshron,” Zesiro said as he stepped closer and grabbed hold of Sevilen's arm and tried to pull Sevilen away from Mingan. “He accepted me as his Shal-hazal. He spoke the ritual words. Nothing can change that now. I'm invoking my diplomatic status and demanding you release him to me.”

 

“Sevilen is my Pet. Mine.”

 

“Zesiro,” Raoul hissed as anger flowed through him. Not more than twenty minutes ago, Zesiro was trying to get into Raoul's pants. Now he was trying to steal away a Blondie's Pet. First Iason and his mongrel Pet and now this strange little Pet that belonged to Mingan. Raoul wasn't about to be thrown over for yet another Pet.

 

Zesiro narrowed his eyes at the Blondie holding his Vi'deshron. Now that he'd found him, he wasn't about to let some Blondie keep him. A Blondie had no use for a Vi'deshron no matter how beautiful this one was. Well, he probably did have a use for Sevilen but that was beside the point. He wouldn't understand and value a Vi'deshron as Zesiro would.

 

“You are holding one of my people as a Pet. A very respected and revered member of my society. Vi'deshron are rare and a male is completely unheard of. He is mine to protect.”

 

“Sevilen looks nothing like you. He's not Awh'anise,” Mingan argued.

 

“I'll bet you he has the mark of the Neksha on the back of his neck like I do. Only those of the blood; the Shal-hazal and Vi'deshron; have this birthmark. Check if you don't believe me,” Zesiro said as he lifted his hair from the back of his neck and exposed the symbol.

 

Mingan lifted Sevilen's hair from his neck already knowing what he'd see. Once Zesiro mentioned it, the memory of just where he had seen the Neksha before popped into his head. The symbol was indeed on Sevilen's neck and was not a brand like the rest of the marks on Sevilen's body. Mingan swore.

 

“Sevilen is my Pet. I don't give a flying fuck what you say. He was sold by his villagers and I got him from one of the Trade Houses. What's mine stays mine.”

 

“He is a Vi'deshron. My Vi'deshron. Release him. You really don't want to fight me. I'll kick your ass from here to next week and enjoy it a hell of a lot.”

 

There was a collective gasp at Zesiro's words from the Blondies who came out of their sex charged daze, their attention caught by the brewing argument. Raoul hissed something crude low enough for only the Shal-hazal to hear. Zesiro ignored him as he readied himself for a fight with the big Blondie. Zesiro enjoyed the fight with Raoul but the Awh'anise had the feeling that a fight with Mingan would top his list of violent good times.

 

Mingan narrowed his eyes at Zesiro and in answer to the challenge, pushed Sevilen behind and away from him. The Shal-hazal had pissed Mingan off. First, by touching Sevilen. Second, by demanding that Mingan let Sevilen go. Sevilen was his Pet and would stay that way until Mingan decided otherwise. Mingan let his limbs relax and waited for Zesiro to make his move.

 

The Awh'anise only waited for Sevilen to be pushed out of harm's way before he slashed out with his claws. Mingan had no idea just how fast Zesiro was and hissed at the sharp fire across his belly. He didn't bother looking down. Mingan knew Zesiro had tagged him with shallow scratches. Zesiro gave Mingan a feral grin and licked the claws that had scored the Blondie.

 

“First blood goes to me.”

 

Mingan snapped out a kick that caught the Shal-hazal in the ribs. Zesiro grunted at the pain and danced out of range. The Blondies who were originally attracted to the little group of Blondie, Pet and Shal-hazal by Zesiro's initial actions were now firmly focused on Mingan and Zesiro as they circled each other like angry dogs. Mingan feinted and delivered a spinning kick to where Zesiro's head should have been. His foot whistled through air. He stumbled from the hard kick Zesiro delivered to his thigh.

 

“I thought you were supposed to be some sort of big, bad Blondie, Mingan. What's the matter? Off your game or was it all talk and rumours?” Zesiro taunted.

 

Zesiro watched as Mingan's eyes narrowed and a cruel smile graced the Blondie's lips. Zesiro thought he saw a flash of blue along the big Blondie's arm and was startled when Mingan drove his fist into his jaw. He didn't think the big man could move that fast. He wasn't as fast as an Awh'anise but he was close. Zesiro worked his jaw back and forth and licked his lips when he tasted blood. Mingan's eyes had gone cold and flat and Zesiro felt lust spike through his system. This was a fight he could really enjoy. Mingan motioned Zesiro to come at him.

 

Zesiro smirked and put the incredible speed of his people to use and cannoned into Mingan. His shoulder caught Mingan high in the belly but instead of going down, Mingan remained standing. The Shal-hazal gave an annoyed growl that turned to a grunt as Mingan reached down and wrapped his arms around the Awh'anise and squeezed. Zesiro felt the air leave his lungs in a rush. He drove his head up into Mingan's jaw and heard the hard snap of the Blondie's teeth coming together. Mingan grunted and squeezed harder.

 

Zesiro snarled and bit the flesh closest to him. Warm blood filled his mouth and Mingan's hold loosened. Zesiro slithered out of the Blondie's grasp and backed away. His tail lashed back and forth and a growl rumbled in his chest. An answering growl came from Mingan. Zesiro was preparing for another charge when Sevilen stepped between the two and held his hands up to both men.

 

“Stop!”

 

Zesiro froze. Mingan reached for Sevilen to draw him out of the way of the fight and was surprised when his Pet neatly evaded him.

 

“I have to stay with him,” Sevilen said quietly to Zesiro. “I saw him die in a dream and I can't let that happen. I can't. The destruction is too great. Until I know he won't die like my dream showed me, I can't leave him.”

 

Zesiro stared into Sevilen's eyes. He sighed and the aggression quickly drained out of his body. He nodded his head at Sevilen. “As you wish, Vi'deshron.”

 

Mingan frowned at Zesiro. The man had stopped fighting as if a switch had been flipped. Adrenaline still pumped through Mingan and he was a little worried that he might slide into his hunter state. Mingan didn't think Zesiro had been giving the fight his all. He was almost positive the Awh'anise had been holding back. Mingan wasn't sure whether he should be impressed with the Awh'anise's control or irritated that Zesiro felt the need to hold back in a fight with Mingan. The way Zesiro had immediately stopped when Sevilen told him to was also puzzling. Maybe there was something to what the Shal-hazal said about his connection to Sevilen.

 

All three men slowly became aware of the applause around them. Sevilen blushed at being the center of so much attention. Mingan straightened and ignored the crowd as he reached for Sevilen again. Zesiro grinned and bowed before turning his attention back to Sevilen.

 

Zesiro noted the way that the big Blondie was holding his Vi'deshron tightly to him. Sevilen was allowing it and even seemed relieved to be held so close. If his Vi'deshron wasn't objecting to the contact, Zesiro had no business interfering with it. Still, he didn't like Mingan holding Sevilen so close in such a protective and possessive embrace. The Vi'deshron was his to protect. Zesiro knew it was just the bond working to establish itself between him and his Vi'deshron but the Shal-hazal was having a hard time keeping himself from snatching Sevilen tight to his own chest. Leaving Sevilen in Mingan's embrace was harder than it should have been and Zesiro wondered if that was because Sevilen was male and obviously had a protector.

 

The crowd of Blondies watched the Shal-hazal and Mingan for several more minutes hoping for more action. When it became apparent that no more violence was going to take place, they drifted away.

 

Zesiro let his eyes wander over Sevilen. He needed to make sure that Sevilen was unharmed. Zesiro hadn't paid much attention in the initial rush to get Sevilen to accept him as his Shal-hazal. Zesiro narrowed his eyes when he noticed that what he had thought were patterns on the fabric were actually deep brands on Sevilen's skin itself. Anger moved through Zesiro at the thought that his Vi'deshron had been harmed. He couldn't think of a reason why Sevilen would have chosen to have such a painful thing done. Zesiro assumed that the brands, while beautiful, had been done without his Vi'deshron's consent. He carefully schooled his features to hide his anger. Zesiro didn't want to frighten his Vi'deshron.

 

“Did he do this to you?” Zesiro asked softly as he traced a finger over one of the brands. It was a sensual caress and almost made Sevilen moan with desire.

 

Arousal was coming back to Sevilen. He had been briefly distracted by the fight but now that it was over, awareness of it rushed back from the gentle stroke of Zesiro's finger on his arm. Sevilen couldn't figure out why memories didn't bombard him from Zesiro's touch. Sevilen didn't understand anything about Zesiro and being called a Vi'deshron and why he still felt, with an almost painful intensity, like he had to touch Mingan; to even taste him.

 

“Why can you touch me?” Sevilen asked as a shiver moved through him. The arousal that quieted a little when Mingan held him flared to life again.

 

“I'm Shal-hazal. I am yours. I will defend you with my life. You only need to call my name and no matter where I am, I'll come to you. Did he hurt you?” Zesiro asked gently as he tried to pull Sevilen closer. He needed to touch Sevilen. There was another scent under the heady smell of Vi'deshron. A familiar scent….

 

“The brands were done by the people of my village as punishment. What do you mean you're mine? I don't understand. Why can you touch me? What is a Vi'deshron? Why do I feel like this? I don't understand any of this,” Sevilen snapped in frustration.

 

“Feel like what? I don't… oh, fuck,” said Zesiro as he finally recognized the scent that had been teasing his memory. His delight with the scent of a Vi'deshron had blinded him to the other enticing scent Sevilen was giving off.

 

This was why his Vi'deshron needed the protection of a Shal-hazal or at the very least, one of his own people who would understand the needs of an Awh'anise. Zesiro doubted that Mingan could even smell the arousal and need coming from Sevilen. His Vi'deshron was probably hurting from wanting so badly and this Blondie had dragged him out to a party when Mingan should have known better and kept Sevilen home. He looked up from his Vi'deshron and snarled at Mingan.

 

“Are you insane? You bring a Vi'deshron to a party like this when he's in cycle and have him sing! Are you trying to start an orgy? What the fuck were you thinking? You don't deserve to have a Vi'deshron in your care.”

 

“Sevilen is my Pet. I can do whatever I want with him. I don't know what this Vi'deshron is that you keep going on about,” Mingan snapped as he pulled Sevilen tighter to him. He didn't like the tone Zesiro was using.

 

“What cycle? Why would Sevilen singing start an orgy? He has a beautiful voice but…” Mingan's angry voice trailed off as he watched the incredulity dawn on Zesiro's face.

 

“Aw, fuck. You don't know. You really don't know. Shit,” Zesiro said as he dragged a hand through his hair. This was a complication that Zesiro hadn't dreamed of. It would be funny if it was happening to someone else.

 

“A Vi'deshron is a… a dream singer is the best translation. They have visions of what will be or dreams of what has happened in the past. They are rare. Very rare. As a Shal-hazal, as soon as I scent one, I have to offer myself to him. It's a compulsion no Shal-hazal can resist. Sevilen has accepted me as his. The relationship isn't sexual. At least, it doesn't have to be,” Zesiro clarified as he saw the dark look Mingan was giving him. “Can we continue this discussion somewhere else?”

 

“No. I want answers now,” Mingan said.

 

Zesiro sighed and gestured to some couches away from the main groupings. Mingan gave a pointed look to where Zesiro still had a hand on Sevilen's arm and the Shal-hazal reluctantly let go when it became apparent that Sevilen preferred to stay with the Blondie. Zesiro would not upset his Vi'deshron by forcing the issue. He followed Mingan to the couch and was surprised when Raoul sat down beside him. He had forgotten about Raoul once he was fighting with Mingan and thoughts of Sevilen dragged his attention elsewhere. His Blondie lover didn't look happy and Zesiro had a moment to think about how it probably looked when he demanded an answer from Sevilen. Fuck, but he didn't need a lover in a fit of pique on top of finding a Vi'deshron being kept as a Pet.

 

“The connection between a Shal-hazal and their Vi'deshron isn't sexual. It's more like… an extremely devoted bodyguard. A Vi'deshron can have multiple Shal-hazal pledged to him but a Shal-hazal can only have one Vi'deshron at a time. If any other Shal-hazal gets close enough to scent him, they will pledge to him just like I did. We can't deny the need to do so. I will die for him and not give it a second thought. Death is the only thing that will break the bond between us.”

 

“You say some words to each other and that's it? Sounds like a convenient excuse for bad manners,” muttered Raoul.

 

“There's usually a formal ceremony after but that's all for show. Words work just fine. I don't expect you to understand. You're not Shal-hazal.”

 

Raoul muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a string of swear words. Zesiro wanted to ignore him but he also wanted to make sure his Blondie lover was going to be receptive to advances later. Zesiro wasn't about to hold his desires in check because of some simple misunderstanding about his relationship with his Vi'deshron. The Shal-hazal wrapped his tail around Raoul's arm and pulled him closer. Zesiro dropped a hand to the Blondie's thigh and stroked a finger back and forth. Raoul grumbled again but quieter this time and didn't try to move from Zesiro's embrace or touch. Zesiro gave Raoul a heated look that promised pleasures to be had later on before turning his attention back to Mingan and Sevilen.

 

“Did my singing make that happen?” Sevilen asked as he gestured to the slowly ebbing lust in the room.

 

“Yes. You would have probably been fine to sing if you weren't in cycle right now. A Vi'deshron has a beautiful voice and hearing one sing just for entertainment is always a pleasure. Your arousal came through your song and moved through the people who could hear your voice. I can tell you more about Vi'deshron's later. We need to talk about your cycle right now,” Zesiro said. “When did your cycle start and why didn't you say something to him?”

 

“Cycle? I woke up this morning with my skin feeling tingly and I…” Sevilen trailed off as a blush rose in his cheeks.

 

“You wanted to fuck,” Zesiro finished for Sevilen. “Yeah, I know. Believe me, I know. That just started this morning?” Zesiro waited for Sevilen to nod his head before continuing. “Did you?”

 

“Did I what?” Sevilen asked as he squirmed in Mingan's hold. The talk of sex was making the desire he was trying hard to ignore push through his body again.

 

“Did you fuck him or let him fuck you? You know this need won't be going away for a while.”

 

“How long a while?” Mingan asked curiously.

 

“Roughly two weeks. We cycle four times a year. I'm sure Raoul has already given a report or whatever about the information I gave him. I'm guessing you didn't have Sevilen as your Pet the last time he cycled.”

 

“No. Sevilen has only been my Pet a short time. None of this information was in the records I got from the Trading House.”

 

“This is going to happen to me again? I'm going to feel like this again?” Sevilen asked with a little thread of panic in his voice.

 

Zesiro stared at Sevilen hard. He was missing something. Sevilen was treating this as if it was something brand new to him. He was small but Zesiro was sure Sevilen was past puberty. When the pieces suddenly clicked in Zesiro's head, the Shal-hazal closed his eyes and started to laugh softly. This was just too perfect for words. The gods were insane and had decided to torment him.

 

Mingan was looking at Zesiro warily.

 

Raoul was wondering what had caused the sudden burst of laughter.

 

Sevilen scowled. He didn't think it was funny to be so aroused he was having trouble thinking straight.

 

“Do all you Blondies like the rough stuff?” Zesiro asked as he finally calmed down.

 

“I fail to see what that has to do with anything…” Mingan began as he remembered his violent rape of Sevilen less than a week ago.

 

“An Awh'anise will enter their initial breeding cycle after their first violent sexual encounter. The violence seems to trigger something in us to start. I guess if we're ready to fight for sex, we're ready to start breeding. I'm figuring whatever kinky little game you played with him triggered his first cycle.”

 

Zesiro turned to face Raoul. There was a predatory grin on the Awh'anise's face as he gave the Blondie seated next to him a thorough once over. Raoul had questioned the strength of the driving need of an Awh'anise in cycle to fuck. He was about to get some first hand knowledge.

 

Raoul felt as if he had just been stripped naked and fondled like a top quality, academy bred Pet. Oddly, instead of making him angry, it aroused him. What the hell kind of effect did Zesiro have on him?

 

“There's something about those special first-time pheromones that triggers an Awh'anise who already cycles to spontaneously enter into a brief cycle themselves. You wanted to see what the big deal was, Raoul? You just got your wish, baby. For the next three or four days, I'm going to fuck you until you can't move… and I'll keep going until you're begging me to stop.”

 

Raoul shot a startled look at Zesiro. The Awh'anise seemed to be perfectly serious. Raoul wasn't sure if he should be excited at the prospect or worried. Just the look Zesiro was giving him made goose bumps of excitement travel down his arms. Anticipation started to heat the blood in his veins.

 

“Mingan, take Sevilen home. Now. That he's managed not to fuck the first person he could subdue is a testament to his control. Either that or he's already made his choice about who he wants as his xa'madna,” The Shal-hazal gave Sevilen a thorough look over. His position in Mingan's arms told the Shal-hazal that the choice had indeed been made whether Sevilen realized it or not.

 

Zesiro saw Raoul start from the corner of his eye at the Awh'anise word and smirked. He was tempted to needle the Blondie over it. Zesiro decided he could tease Raoul once they were alone. He was going to have fun introducing Raoul to the joys of having an Awh'anise in cycle as his bed partner.

 

“His what?” Mingan asked as he tried to ignore the way Sevilen was stroking his arm and the way he was shifting restlessly every few minutes in Mingan's lap.

 

“His top. Unless I completely miss my guess, I'd say whatever wrestling match you boys got into, you came out the winner. That makes you his `xa'madna'. Look it up. I'm sure Raoul has included that word as well as `ony madna', in the database too,” Zesiro said with a smirk.

 

Raoul narrowed his eyes and his lip curled. He was going to tan Zesiro's ass when he got him alone. The Shal-hazal was an utter shit disturber. Raoul was actually quite proud of himself for not smacking Zesiro right now like he wanted to. The man could try the patience of a saint.

 

“Penetrate or be penetrated is the name of the game, boys. Sevilen, you won't get any relief from the desire you're feeling until you either fuck him or he fucks you. I don't know why it works that way but it does. The tingles you feel on your skin are your warning that you have entered your cycle. Don't ignore it. The longer you go without sating the need, the stronger it will be. You don't want to hurt your partner because you were reckless.”

 

“But I… I'm not… I don't… I can't pair again,” Sevilen whispered with wide frightened eyes.

 

“Why not?” Zesiro asked as he looked suspiciously at Mingan.

 

Sevilen just shook his head and pressed himself back against Mingan. Mingan tightened his hold on his Pet and refused to say anything either. Zesiro wondered what had happened between the two men. Whatever it was, it was something serious to put that kind of fear into Sevilen's eyes from the mention of fucking. Something wasn't right.

 

Worry started to creep into the Shal-hazal. There were few things that he could think of that would make a person afraid of intimacy. None of them were good. Mating should be something that Sevilen looked forward to and enjoyed, not viewed with fear. Zesiro wished he had the time to really talk to Sevilen and maybe calm his fears but the Awh'anise could feel the tingles beginning to creep over his own skin.

 

Lust was starting to make itself known to Zesiro. He could smell Raoul's excitement and that was making his arousal move faster through his system. He needed to have Raoul impaled on his cock. Now. If he waited too long, he could really hurt Raoul without meaning to.

 

“Go home and screw each other stupid. I'm going to do that right now with Raoul, guest of honour or not. I will want to speak with both of you later. Sevilen about being a Vi'deshron and you as his Xa'vidna. It's a big responsibility to have care of a Vi'deshron and I want to make sure you understand what you're getting yourself into. Call me in a few days. I should be done with this temporary cycle by then. I'll be at Raoul's.”

 

Zesiro stood and pulled Raoul up with him. He startled both Mingan and Sevilen by pulling the Pet from the Blondie's arms and folding him into a tight embrace. Zesiro stroked a hand down Sevilen's back and nuzzled his hair. He saw the anger flare to life in Mingan's eyes from his touching Sevilen. The thought that Mingan might make a decent Xa'vidna occurred to Zesiro. If the Blondie objected to just the casual touch between a Shal-hazal and his Vi'deshron, there was hope that Mingan would want to protect Sevilen with his life as well.

 

“If he hurts you, call my name. I will come and he won't hurt you ever again,” Zesiro said fiercely as he met Mingan's eyes over Sevilen's shoulder. He released Sevilen and gave him a little push back to Mingan.

 

Mingan stood and pulled Sevilen back to his chest. He didn't like Zesiro touching Sevilen. He didn't like anyone touching his Pet. Mingan needed to examine why he felt like that about Sevilen. As soon as he could, Mingan promised himself that he would scrutinize the strange things his little Pet seemed to pull from him. Mingan stroked his hands over his Pet's arms and nodded at Zesiro and Raoul before turning and heading for the doors, pulling Sevilen along with him. He also didn't like the fact that there was now a connection between Sevilen and Zesiro and it appeared he could do nothing about it.

 

 

Translation notes:

 

Xa'fen soo Vi'deshron. Ony la-du xa'haeko'no. - My life for the Vi'deshron. You hold my heart beat.

 

Xa'Shal-hazal d'wal eayda. - My Shal-hazal until death.

 

Xa'vidna - Vi'deshron's Protection

 

Xa'madna - My fought for mate (casual connotations, dominant)

 

Ony madna - You fought to be my mate (casual connotations, submissive)