Fan Fiction ❯ Lost Stars ❯ one and two ( Chapter 1 )
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By: PinkWhirlWind 
yaoi romance, full lemon... it's a rescue story, Torish and Jael want to stay together.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Sci-fi / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.28.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 358 | Status: Work In Progress
yaoi romance, full lemon... it's a rescue story, Torish and Jael want to stay together.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Sci-fi / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.28.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 358 | Status: Work In Progress
Lost Stars
By Nix Winter
Copyright 2004, all rights reserved
Humans are like alligators. They got to the top of the food chain and just stayed there, but unlike the alligators, which one assumes are still crawling around on Earth Prime somewhere, humans have a tendency to decorate things to suit them. They find low value real estate, with just enough sunlight to run the generators and enough base elements to mine off rocks around them and they set up camps. Someone must have imagined colonies to be smooth and silver cities, hanging like stars above pretty planets, with princesses tending roses. Somewhere, someone must have imagined that. The real of it was just so many ships clinging together like ticks on a dog, ships that never came out of no factory all jacked into the hub of the station, high tech teepees with house rules having all the civilization of fur traders getting drunk. The silver princess in her garden was dreamed up by someone who thought the people on the Mayflower came over and had a picnic with the Indians.
The Lost Stars was one of the better ticks on the spine of what was once a Union scientific station. Over a thousand ships sparkled or fizzled, depending on the point of view, along the infinity shaped station now called Gattling Town. It hung in a lazy orbit around a large moon above a gas giant that some people had been laying bets on when it would explode into a mini sun for a decade. There wasn't much for industry in Gattling, not much for crime, but the second bit could have been because there wasn't much for laws either.
Torish Yang had gotten himself to Gattling the hard way. He'd been seventeen when his parent's yacht had gone out like a candle under an attack by pirates. Maybe that was the way of nature too, to expel seeds as far from where they started as possible, but he'd been shot out of the dying ship in a tiny life boat just big enough to keep him suspended for twenty years, sleeping like a prince in a silver coffin. Prince or not, he was just so much salvage when the Orin Spiders picked him out of the meteorite belt around this system and dragged him back to Gattling. He'd paid them back for reviving him, though, by rights they could have hit him for double what they did.
The Spiders had what they'd wanted from him and there wasn't much worth for wealth in Gattling anyway. Water, air, ale, sunlight, and sex, that was all that mattered. Everything else was only good if you could trade it for the great five. Torish had the great five in spades and life was good.
He lived in the Lost Stars, which had been an interstellar transport at one point, but was now a tavern specializing in recreating historic Earth environments. The owner of the Lost Stars, a Nikra Sora, was a bit of a circus ringmaster and had in fact bought off Torish's debts to the Spiders and then both liquidated them and offered him a job. A blond man with emerald eyes and angel wings belonged on the Lost Stars if he belonged anywhere.
Jael D'Aubigne had come to the Lost Stars in much the same way. Nikra had bought him out of something and Jael wasn't telling anyone what, especially not Torish, even if they did wake up next to each other most mornings. Jael was a mystery to Torish much of the time. A sandy haired boy who didn't seem to have aged in the five years they'd been sleeping together. Jael looked very like he was nineteen, maybe twenty, but occasionally he'd go on rants about things that Torish only remembered from history books. And Jael could sing.
Those were times that Torish lived for, leaning against his wings by the door, watching his lover on the stage, making love to that old style microphone like it was really 1945 and the blues were right now not something closer in time to crusades or life without electricity. Whoever Jael was, or had been, Torish was more than happy to wake up next to him.
"Awake?" he asked softly, lips moving against the soft brown curls of the head nestled against his chest.
Torish's wings wrapped around them, living white down, soft as silk and long enough to leave just their bare feet uncovered. "Ummm," Jael purred, a knee working it's way between Torish's legs. "No. Nope. Not awake."
"It's rave night. You gotta set up equipment," Torish reasoned, letting that knee between his legs anyway. His arms tightened around the slender body laying mostly on him, one hand slipping down a smooth back to a curve of bottom. "You're gonna be a Kandy boy tonight, yeah?"
Jael lifted his head, blue eyes blinking lazily as he yawned. "Then you should give me something sweet so I can be good entertainment tonight?"
"Naaa," Torish growled, head rising so he could reach those lips. Words spoken without sound, just lips moving against each other, caressing, until Jael thrust his tongue and started a real kiss. The kiss tightened Torish, belly tight, manhood hard, he hooked a leg around Jael's and rolled them so that the smaller man lay under him, his wings hiding them both. "Just what is it you want, Jael. Tell me, exactly."
"I want you to kiss me, bite my nipples," Jael started and Torish obeyed, tracing his tongue down a lean chest, the tip circling around one pink nipple, then the other, biting softly. "I want you to suck on me."
"Umm," Torish purred, teeth closed around the nub of Jael's nipple. Even though he knew Jael had meant some where else, he suckled on that nipple. Jael arched under him, pressing a hardened length up against the matching part of Torish's body. This brought them both closer together, primal magnets, demanding pleasure as good in the building as it was in the peak.
"Lower, Tori! Lower! God," Jael groaned. Torish's wings lifted, folding back against each other so he could scoot down the bed without ruffling feathers. Jael drew his knees up and curled up, watching as Torish took the full head of his hardness into his mouth. Torish could hear Jael's green eyes crossing as he sucked him in, tight and deep, washing the smooth skin, the vein along the underside, with his tongue. "Tori! Oh Tori!"
Their rooms were sound proofed, a gift from Nikra not long after their union ceremony. Torish drew his lover back out again, slowly, swirling his tongue around the velvety head, smaller, smaller circles. The hands on Jael's knees when to Torish's head, , then one hand reached for a wing, which Torish relaxed so that the whimpering man could caress.
He'd never understood why or how his wings had such sensation for him, but moaned around the organ in his mouth. His wings tolerated few people touching them, so sensitive they could feel a person's touch before it actually reached them. Jael's touch though sent electricity through him. When they'd first been a union, he'd been afraid that Jael's touch would make him cum in his pants, but that had never happened and the smaller man had realized he just couldn't touch his lover there in public. "Tori! Fuck me!"
Both wings came back around them now, some instinctive protective shield, or maybe just the energy between them vibrated with the wings somehow. Jael swore the wings glowed slightly for a couple hours after they made love. Legs wrapped around Torish, as high as his wings would allow. Jael searched under the pillow they hadn't slept on to find the tube of lube. Familiar as coffee in the morning, they moved together, pleasuring and echoing it back with a trust that only comes with time, they slicked and joined. Sex could be something exotic, fragile, dangerous, but sometimes it was something as safe and known as touching one's self. The kind of sex that affirms trust, that is like breathing and nurtures the human soul no matter how the bodies get redecorated.
"Harder!" Jael growled, fingers tight in Torish's hair, "Tori!"
Torish got a hand around Jael and stroked them both in the same time. "I'm going to make you cum," Torish purred against Jael's throat between kisses, bites.
"Tori! Hard, hold!"
And Torish did, came deep inside his lover. Jael came with him, hot seed milking out between them just like human seed had been for millennia. Torish spread his wings as he sat up, so the tips lay off the sides of the bed. Straddled over Jael he grinned triumphantly. "I love waking up next to you," he purred, tracing fingers through warm cream on Jael's belly.
"Yeah, and it's rave night. Your wings are going to glow like neon. Everyone is gonna want my angel, but he's all mine," Jael purred, curling up a little so he could run fingers down the very subtly glowing wings. "My beautiful angel. Don't ever leave me, no matter what, 'kay?"
A distant look took Jael's eyes, far into whatever it was he fell into from time to time.
Torish lay down next to him, pulled the smaller man close, hugging him tight. "I wouldn't leave you, Jael, never. This is my home, here with you."
<><><><>
A couple jump points away, on the world of Heaven's Light in the city of Gabriel, a minor demon class servant bowed to a tall man with blond braids and stern green eyes. The demon class android rose from the bow, eyes still watching the floor. "I have found him, Majesty. Toe'Torish Vir Miran is in a squatter settlement called Gattling Town."
"Send an archangel for him. Send three saber class yachts. I want them to know they're outclassed before they have a chance to consider not releasing him to us."
The demon bowed. "Thine will shines brightest."
No one there really considered that Toe'Torish Vir Miran might not want to come home.
Chapter Two
Torish loved watching Jael. From where he sat by the door, on a stool, one foot hooked around a run, taking entrance fees, stamping people's hands with rubber and ink, he could watch his mate acting the part of some long gone DJ. Rainbow arm covers, white tee-shirt, beads called candy, big black headphones, to Torish he just looked like Jael, painfully cute, and there were those baggy black pants, white strips up the side that made Torish's feathers stand up just to think of the way they lay just right over the body underneath.
"You're glowing again. You always glow on rave night," Nikra said, coming up behind Torish, his voice blurry with an accent that Jael had told Torish was Russian, or had been at one time. "Like one big angelic glow stick."
"It's not that bad," Torish said, then scratched his head, trying to take a look at his wings, to see if they were glowing that brightly. "Besides, Jael tells me that glow sticks were like all the thing."
"Yeah, like," Nikra said. Nikra smiled at one of the guests, who smiled back like a fan girl. Torish could just about see the stars floating over her head. Dark hair, lavender eyes, pale skin, high cheekbones, Nikra was a little too mysterious, too dangerous feeling for Torish's tastes, but the ship's owner did have his following. "Meeting before opening tomorrow, to discuss some location plans."
"Okay," Torish said, not really having much of an idea with Nikra meant by his words. Rave night always felt a little unreal to Torish anyway, too many lights and colors and his wings glowed in the black light if he'd gotten a good wake up from Jael or not. "Tomorrow."
And with that he stamped another hand. There had to be two or three hundred people in the club already and he wondered if everyone without a small child to watch was there tonight or what.
<><><>
The primary income for the Lost Stars didn't happen at the door to the over crowded dance floor. It happened below that, in a small sound lab run by a guy named Zeke, with forest green hair and ears that were a bit pointy that could pick out the faintest warble of stray radio signal in the haze that was normal space noise.
Zeke sat in a huge comfortable chair surrounded by plants, sunlamps, a constant ninety percent gravity, and his beloved sounds. Zeke's ears were why they were at Gattling Town anyway, because he hadn't stopped picking up sounds, hadn't stopped mining the space in that area of echoes from the past. Dark blue eyes were just slits as he sat there, head phones covering both ears, blotting out any other sounds. The first click opened his eyes. Blinking he listened for the next. As soon as he heard that, he grabbed his keyboard, summoned up a visional display, anaylized the vibration patterns making the sounds. "Oh blooming hell's sprites! OH kiss the frog good night!"
Plants, his chair, his own pants tangled around him and he ended up on his hands and knees before he got to the ladder that would take him up out of his listening pod. Nikra wouldn't be wearing a headset, this he knew, so he had to find him and tell him in person. There were ships coming. Big ones, at least two, with jump drives. That meant, Union or Money, and neither one of them were particularly good for Gattling or the Lost Stars.
By Nix Winter
Copyright 2004, all rights reserved
Humans are like alligators. They got to the top of the food chain and just stayed there, but unlike the alligators, which one assumes are still crawling around on Earth Prime somewhere, humans have a tendency to decorate things to suit them. They find low value real estate, with just enough sunlight to run the generators and enough base elements to mine off rocks around them and they set up camps. Someone must have imagined colonies to be smooth and silver cities, hanging like stars above pretty planets, with princesses tending roses. Somewhere, someone must have imagined that. The real of it was just so many ships clinging together like ticks on a dog, ships that never came out of no factory all jacked into the hub of the station, high tech teepees with house rules having all the civilization of fur traders getting drunk. The silver princess in her garden was dreamed up by someone who thought the people on the Mayflower came over and had a picnic with the Indians.
The Lost Stars was one of the better ticks on the spine of what was once a Union scientific station. Over a thousand ships sparkled or fizzled, depending on the point of view, along the infinity shaped station now called Gattling Town. It hung in a lazy orbit around a large moon above a gas giant that some people had been laying bets on when it would explode into a mini sun for a decade. There wasn't much for industry in Gattling, not much for crime, but the second bit could have been because there wasn't much for laws either.
Torish Yang had gotten himself to Gattling the hard way. He'd been seventeen when his parent's yacht had gone out like a candle under an attack by pirates. Maybe that was the way of nature too, to expel seeds as far from where they started as possible, but he'd been shot out of the dying ship in a tiny life boat just big enough to keep him suspended for twenty years, sleeping like a prince in a silver coffin. Prince or not, he was just so much salvage when the Orin Spiders picked him out of the meteorite belt around this system and dragged him back to Gattling. He'd paid them back for reviving him, though, by rights they could have hit him for double what they did.
The Spiders had what they'd wanted from him and there wasn't much worth for wealth in Gattling anyway. Water, air, ale, sunlight, and sex, that was all that mattered. Everything else was only good if you could trade it for the great five. Torish had the great five in spades and life was good.
He lived in the Lost Stars, which had been an interstellar transport at one point, but was now a tavern specializing in recreating historic Earth environments. The owner of the Lost Stars, a Nikra Sora, was a bit of a circus ringmaster and had in fact bought off Torish's debts to the Spiders and then both liquidated them and offered him a job. A blond man with emerald eyes and angel wings belonged on the Lost Stars if he belonged anywhere.
Jael D'Aubigne had come to the Lost Stars in much the same way. Nikra had bought him out of something and Jael wasn't telling anyone what, especially not Torish, even if they did wake up next to each other most mornings. Jael was a mystery to Torish much of the time. A sandy haired boy who didn't seem to have aged in the five years they'd been sleeping together. Jael looked very like he was nineteen, maybe twenty, but occasionally he'd go on rants about things that Torish only remembered from history books. And Jael could sing.
Those were times that Torish lived for, leaning against his wings by the door, watching his lover on the stage, making love to that old style microphone like it was really 1945 and the blues were right now not something closer in time to crusades or life without electricity. Whoever Jael was, or had been, Torish was more than happy to wake up next to him.
"Awake?" he asked softly, lips moving against the soft brown curls of the head nestled against his chest.
Torish's wings wrapped around them, living white down, soft as silk and long enough to leave just their bare feet uncovered. "Ummm," Jael purred, a knee working it's way between Torish's legs. "No. Nope. Not awake."
"It's rave night. You gotta set up equipment," Torish reasoned, letting that knee between his legs anyway. His arms tightened around the slender body laying mostly on him, one hand slipping down a smooth back to a curve of bottom. "You're gonna be a Kandy boy tonight, yeah?"
Jael lifted his head, blue eyes blinking lazily as he yawned. "Then you should give me something sweet so I can be good entertainment tonight?"
"Naaa," Torish growled, head rising so he could reach those lips. Words spoken without sound, just lips moving against each other, caressing, until Jael thrust his tongue and started a real kiss. The kiss tightened Torish, belly tight, manhood hard, he hooked a leg around Jael's and rolled them so that the smaller man lay under him, his wings hiding them both. "Just what is it you want, Jael. Tell me, exactly."
"I want you to kiss me, bite my nipples," Jael started and Torish obeyed, tracing his tongue down a lean chest, the tip circling around one pink nipple, then the other, biting softly. "I want you to suck on me."
"Umm," Torish purred, teeth closed around the nub of Jael's nipple. Even though he knew Jael had meant some where else, he suckled on that nipple. Jael arched under him, pressing a hardened length up against the matching part of Torish's body. This brought them both closer together, primal magnets, demanding pleasure as good in the building as it was in the peak.
"Lower, Tori! Lower! God," Jael groaned. Torish's wings lifted, folding back against each other so he could scoot down the bed without ruffling feathers. Jael drew his knees up and curled up, watching as Torish took the full head of his hardness into his mouth. Torish could hear Jael's green eyes crossing as he sucked him in, tight and deep, washing the smooth skin, the vein along the underside, with his tongue. "Tori! Oh Tori!"
Their rooms were sound proofed, a gift from Nikra not long after their union ceremony. Torish drew his lover back out again, slowly, swirling his tongue around the velvety head, smaller, smaller circles. The hands on Jael's knees when to Torish's head, , then one hand reached for a wing, which Torish relaxed so that the whimpering man could caress.
He'd never understood why or how his wings had such sensation for him, but moaned around the organ in his mouth. His wings tolerated few people touching them, so sensitive they could feel a person's touch before it actually reached them. Jael's touch though sent electricity through him. When they'd first been a union, he'd been afraid that Jael's touch would make him cum in his pants, but that had never happened and the smaller man had realized he just couldn't touch his lover there in public. "Tori! Fuck me!"
Both wings came back around them now, some instinctive protective shield, or maybe just the energy between them vibrated with the wings somehow. Jael swore the wings glowed slightly for a couple hours after they made love. Legs wrapped around Torish, as high as his wings would allow. Jael searched under the pillow they hadn't slept on to find the tube of lube. Familiar as coffee in the morning, they moved together, pleasuring and echoing it back with a trust that only comes with time, they slicked and joined. Sex could be something exotic, fragile, dangerous, but sometimes it was something as safe and known as touching one's self. The kind of sex that affirms trust, that is like breathing and nurtures the human soul no matter how the bodies get redecorated.
"Harder!" Jael growled, fingers tight in Torish's hair, "Tori!"
Torish got a hand around Jael and stroked them both in the same time. "I'm going to make you cum," Torish purred against Jael's throat between kisses, bites.
"Tori! Hard, hold!"
And Torish did, came deep inside his lover. Jael came with him, hot seed milking out between them just like human seed had been for millennia. Torish spread his wings as he sat up, so the tips lay off the sides of the bed. Straddled over Jael he grinned triumphantly. "I love waking up next to you," he purred, tracing fingers through warm cream on Jael's belly.
"Yeah, and it's rave night. Your wings are going to glow like neon. Everyone is gonna want my angel, but he's all mine," Jael purred, curling up a little so he could run fingers down the very subtly glowing wings. "My beautiful angel. Don't ever leave me, no matter what, 'kay?"
A distant look took Jael's eyes, far into whatever it was he fell into from time to time.
Torish lay down next to him, pulled the smaller man close, hugging him tight. "I wouldn't leave you, Jael, never. This is my home, here with you."
<><><><>
A couple jump points away, on the world of Heaven's Light in the city of Gabriel, a minor demon class servant bowed to a tall man with blond braids and stern green eyes. The demon class android rose from the bow, eyes still watching the floor. "I have found him, Majesty. Toe'Torish Vir Miran is in a squatter settlement called Gattling Town."
"Send an archangel for him. Send three saber class yachts. I want them to know they're outclassed before they have a chance to consider not releasing him to us."
The demon bowed. "Thine will shines brightest."
No one there really considered that Toe'Torish Vir Miran might not want to come home.
Chapter Two
Torish loved watching Jael. From where he sat by the door, on a stool, one foot hooked around a run, taking entrance fees, stamping people's hands with rubber and ink, he could watch his mate acting the part of some long gone DJ. Rainbow arm covers, white tee-shirt, beads called candy, big black headphones, to Torish he just looked like Jael, painfully cute, and there were those baggy black pants, white strips up the side that made Torish's feathers stand up just to think of the way they lay just right over the body underneath.
"You're glowing again. You always glow on rave night," Nikra said, coming up behind Torish, his voice blurry with an accent that Jael had told Torish was Russian, or had been at one time. "Like one big angelic glow stick."
"It's not that bad," Torish said, then scratched his head, trying to take a look at his wings, to see if they were glowing that brightly. "Besides, Jael tells me that glow sticks were like all the thing."
"Yeah, like," Nikra said. Nikra smiled at one of the guests, who smiled back like a fan girl. Torish could just about see the stars floating over her head. Dark hair, lavender eyes, pale skin, high cheekbones, Nikra was a little too mysterious, too dangerous feeling for Torish's tastes, but the ship's owner did have his following. "Meeting before opening tomorrow, to discuss some location plans."
"Okay," Torish said, not really having much of an idea with Nikra meant by his words. Rave night always felt a little unreal to Torish anyway, too many lights and colors and his wings glowed in the black light if he'd gotten a good wake up from Jael or not. "Tomorrow."
And with that he stamped another hand. There had to be two or three hundred people in the club already and he wondered if everyone without a small child to watch was there tonight or what.
<><><>
The primary income for the Lost Stars didn't happen at the door to the over crowded dance floor. It happened below that, in a small sound lab run by a guy named Zeke, with forest green hair and ears that were a bit pointy that could pick out the faintest warble of stray radio signal in the haze that was normal space noise.
Zeke sat in a huge comfortable chair surrounded by plants, sunlamps, a constant ninety percent gravity, and his beloved sounds. Zeke's ears were why they were at Gattling Town anyway, because he hadn't stopped picking up sounds, hadn't stopped mining the space in that area of echoes from the past. Dark blue eyes were just slits as he sat there, head phones covering both ears, blotting out any other sounds. The first click opened his eyes. Blinking he listened for the next. As soon as he heard that, he grabbed his keyboard, summoned up a visional display, anaylized the vibration patterns making the sounds. "Oh blooming hell's sprites! OH kiss the frog good night!"
Plants, his chair, his own pants tangled around him and he ended up on his hands and knees before he got to the ladder that would take him up out of his listening pod. Nikra wouldn't be wearing a headset, this he knew, so he had to find him and tell him in person. There were ships coming. Big ones, at least two, with jump drives. That meant, Union or Money, and neither one of them were particularly good for Gattling or the Lost Stars.