Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The second to last pure, yet not quite so sane, human ❯ Chapter 10

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer. All Last pure human stuff belongs to TwistedHilarity, I’m not trying to steal anything. Gabriel however is mine



Despite Max’s direct, honest question, Zonta was at a loss as to how to properly explain everything. There were so many words he couldn’t use with Max not understanding Hinta completely yet, and likewise with Zonta’s English.

But as it was he did his best to hold his temper as he cradled little Nikea in his arms, and instead focused on the bars of the cell, almost willing them to vanish.

Granted he did not think they would reside within it for very long. He didn’t think things would go all that smoothly around the palace without him, and if nothing else Kasan would have to come for Max when he spiked next. But the fact that poor Gabriel had been held here for so long, coupled with being ordered back in his condition…just…just galled Zonta to no end.

Gabriel still had not awakened yet, though Zonta could hardly call his current state sleep. A type of pained delirium perhaps, but no…not sleep.

Zonta’s ire rose once more as he looked over the little ones. Gabriel was all tore up, blood still oozed out from his torn nails, he had a plethora of new bruises, including a nasty one on his ribcage were Tisu had punted him, and his hip was still jutting out horribly. Zonta didn’t know if it was broken or what, hard to tell from just looking.

He wanted it fixed, but he was terribly afraid to touch it at all, fearing he would only make it worse. Every time he moved Gabriel would whimper or moan under his breath. His breathing was shallow and wheezy and even though Zonta’s nose was not as sharp as Kasan’s he would know what the liquid that soaked Gabriel’s garments was even if he hadn’t witnessed it happening.

Zonta was beyond pissed.

Tisu had better hope Roto or the Elders heaped a satisfactory punishment upon him, because Zonta wasn’t about to let him off easy.
Max on the other hand looked worried to the point of being sick, upset and frightened on top of all of that. Even though Zonta hadn’t answered his original question he had sat himself next to him without a word and was gently stroking Gabriel’s forehead and hair.

Ever since Gabriel had started making those little noises, Max had begun to softly sing to him. Zonta had no idea what the words were, but it seemed to be helping, at least a little.

He just wished he could get Gabriel out of his filthy clothing and into something soft and clean, but he did not have anything and he wasn’t about to force the man to be naked. But he was concerned that some of Gabriel’s many cuts and scraps would become infected. So what he really wanted was a physician, then cleansing supplies, and then clean clothes.

He wasn’t entirely sure how long Kasan had been gone, but it certainly seemed like it had been a while. Granted that didn’t mean that it had been.

“Zonta?” Max suddenly whispered. Zonta turned his head towards the other human, who still looked nervous and sick to his stomach.

“Yes Max?”

“Y-You find Gabriel?” Max asked, to which Zonta nodded.

“Yes Max. Zonta find Gabriel.”

“Thank you.” Max whispered softly.

Before Zonta could answer Kasan suddenly appeared at the cell door with their Uncle in tow. The lock clicked and the door slide open.

“Well, well….two of them eh? Sure is playing hell with the whole extinction thing.” Uncle muttered.

“Indeed.” Zonta growled. He wasn’t feeling especially friendly at the moment.

“Well…let’s have a look shall we?” Uncle suggested.

Reluctantly, Zonta stood and laid Gabriel down on the small bed, not that you could really call it a bed. Kasan wore an apologetic look, but Zonta made a point not to look at him. Uncle seemed to hesitate, his hands hovering over Gabriel’s bottom garments.

“Well…I can see that these have to come off but…” He muttered.

“Here to help?” Max asked. “Help Gabriel?”

Uncle smiled and nodded.

“Yes of course.”

Max locked eyes with Zonta, not Kasan the red head noticed, so he nodded.

“Here…Max help.” Kasan’s consort stated as he reached for Gabriel’s waist.

“Much appreciated little one.”

Zonta felt himself blush as Max undid a clasp and started to ease down Gabriel’s clothing. He turned around, and made his way out of the cell. Standing in front of his elder brother Zonta took him by the shoulders and forced Kasan to turn around as well.

“Privacy.” Zonta growled.

Kasan half laughed as he joined Zonta at his side.

“Only you would pass up a chance to peek.” Kasan whispered. Zonta blushed again, but Kasan forged on. “We’ll take him to yours or my room after this. Arguments be damned, our rooms, our belongings.”

Zonta was taken aback for a moment; he hadn’t been expecting any back up at this point.

“But let me ask you a question, and please answer honestly.” Kasan whispered.

“What?” Zonta wondered.

“Do you think he’s dangerous?”

Zonta sighed, and gave it some consideration.

“I think he had been very, very abused and will fight if he feels threatened or cornered. I don’t think he is a runner like Max.”

Kasan rumbled in his chest but said nothing.

“Whoa….” Uncle exclaimed breathlessly, followed by a whistle. “That…that really doesn’t seem to fit….”

“Yup…that’s Gabriel alright…” Max grumbled.

Zonta was curious, but his virtue prevailed, and a hand on the back of Kasan’s neck kept him honest.

“Well aren’t we pushy?” Kasan grunted as he shrugged Zonta’s hand off.

“Now…let’s just disinfect these…not too deep it seems…wrap up the fingers…” Uncle muttered while he worked. “Now…this hip…hmmm…here little one…let me see.”

Zonta couldn’t stop himself this time, he snuck a quick look. Gabriel was blocked by his uncle, which Zonta was pleased by, would keep him from guilty sights. But Uncle was gently probing Max’s hip with his fingers. Zonta reckoned he was trying to get a sense of how it should be in case the structure was different then a Kyashin’s.

Satisfied Zonta continued to wait, deciding to focus on how he was going to present Gabriel’s case. The human had defended himself, Zonta was more then sure of that, and now with Max’s help his little Nikea could finally tell his side of the story and defend himself from the various paranoid accusations that were flying around.
Zonta frowned….no…not his…but he had found the man. So if Max was “Kasan’s” human then it would be easier just to call Gabriel “his” human. It would help prevent undue confusion.

Yes…that was it…

Zonta heard a click and then the tell-tale sound of an S.K.I.N mold forming. He figured that was what was going to have to be done. A rather handy piece of medical tech really. I would adjust itself perfectly to the size and shape of a body part and then adjust its size once more to set bones and keep them in place.

The fact that it was able to scan, or read, a structure to prevent mistakes, such as a bone healing improperly and thus be forced to be re-broken was also a plus. All in all a much more efficient device then the messy casting materials they had been forced to use for hundreds of years. It was just too bad that they were extremely difficult to construct…and thus the family did not possess more then a handful.

Tighter and tighter he heard it become, which was a sound that reminded him a great deal of air being sucked out of a vacuum, until finally a loud popping crack rang out.

Gabriel came up off the bench with a pained cry, and his forearm rammed right into Frodi’s face. Frodi stumbled backwards as Gabriel started to flail, trying to backpedal away in obviously disorientated panic.

“Gabriel! Gabriel!” Max cried out as he tried to catch a hold of the other human. “Its oka-GACK!”

Max gagged and a loud smack rang out as Gabriel’s hand collided with Max’s throat, clenching around it tightly. Kasan sucked in a tense breath and started to move forward into the cell. But Max got his hands up on either side of Gabriel’s head and pulled him in face to face.
Gabriel seemed utterly shocked as their eyes met, but his arm and hand relaxed and fell away from Max’s throat.

Thankfully so did Kasan’s aggressive stance, especially when the two human’s embraced. Max whispered soothingly to the injured human, who still seemed disorientated and in pain.

Frodi rubbed at his jaw line.

“Well…he has more muscle behind him then he looks like he does….” Frodi chuckled.

“Is he alright?” Zonta asked.

Frodi rocked his head from side to side and wiggled his hand in much the same with a -eh- expression on his face.

“So-so I think. I don’t think his hip was broken, but we should probably take a scan just to be sure. I’m also willing to bet he has a broken rib or two…so I’d like to wrap them up as well, but I’ll wait until he’s a little more with it. I can also see that he has one HELL of a concussion. So mind his head and-Zonta you’re growling very loudly…”

Zonta blinked as he realized that was true, and his teeth were clenched so tightly that they were beginning to ache. Suddenly Kasan’s hand came up to his chest, and poked at it.

“What?” Zonta grumbled.

“…Just checking.” Kasan half-giggled.

“Indeed.” Frodi agreed.

Zonta’s brow furrowed and a wave of confusion washed over him.

Then it hit him.

“We certainly have no been intimate!” He hissed.

Zonta’s ears flattened to his skull, and he could feel a sulk coming on as both of his relatives gave him a look. Frodi moved back to tend to little Nikea and Zonta had to stop himself from crossing his arms like a child…or thwaping Kasan.

“Well what has got you being so helpful Mr. Doubter?” He growled at Kasan.

Kasan looked apologetic, and slightly amused, but he met Zonta’s stare head on.

“You don’t have a consort yet, so wait until you do and something shows up that everyone tells you is a threat….then judge me little brother.” Kasan replied. “But if he is Max’s brother…then that changes everything. Besides….you’ve never led me astray before.”

“No…no I have not.” Zonta proclaimed, a little indignant but also warm inside.

Kasan sighed, his tail flicking around in agitation.

“But of course…you know the hard part hasn’t even started yet.” Kasan groaned. Zonta nodded.

“I know…believe me I know…”

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Gabriel grumbled as he held his head. Another bleary day, another pounding headache. Hell…the past week was nothing but a total blur….at least he thought it had been a week. To be honest he had no way of knowing.

He scratched at the thing around his hip and thigh. He wished he could take the damn thing off…but no amount of prying had even budged it. It was some kind of brace, that much he had figured out. It seemed to be rather thin, but he had managed to bend metal that gave easier then what was now stuck to him. But he could walk with it…so…yeah.

Gabriel rolled over on the giant bed and pressed his face into it. He was still in a lot of pain….that much hadn’t changed. He really wanted pain killers….but had no clue where his case was and no one had given him anything.

Course he also didn’t really know where he was or what was going on. He wasn’t in the cell anymore, but the door to the room he was in didn’t open…or at least not when he had tried. There was a big log sticking out of the floor, which also went up into the ceiling, but what that was for was anyone’s guess.

Gabriel groaned and rolled back over….stupid giant-ass kitties….he was all banged up and his achy bits were showing no signs of leaving any time soon. Which was odd as he had always healed quickly, but then again he had never been beat on by giant kitty men before.

Speaking of that…he had vague recollections of sitting somewhere in front of a bunch of people with Max asking him questions…though he couldn’t remember what he had said. Nor did he know why Zonta had been looming around and interjecting like a lawyer or something.

Had he been on trial? Hn…that would be a first.

Gabriel peered over a pillow with one eye as Zonta entered the room. The giant looked pleasant as ever, but Gabriel’s head was so fuzzy and pounding so bad anyone who brought him an aspirin would look like an angel.

Big red had a tray of something that was probably food, but the smell made Gabriel feel queasy. He groaned and rolled away from Zonta. Everything hurt, even his hair hurt….

The bed sagged as Zonta’s bazillion pound butt sunk into it, and Gabriel felt a large hand on his back.

“Gabriel should eat.” Zonta pushed.
Gabriel sighed and grumbled into the pillow. Just the thought of food turned his stomach something terrible, to say nothing of the smell.

“How about some good old fashioned aspirin?” Gabriel grunted.

“What?” Zonta puzzled gently.

“Morphine…?” Gabriel grumbled. He knew he had dozens of things to chose from in his case, if they would just give it back that was.

“Zonta sorry…no understand.” Red stated softly.
Gabriel sighed again, louder and more agitated.

“Laughing gas, numb pills….happy juice!” Gabriel snapped.

“Happy…juice?” Zonta repeated slowly. “Ah yes…I think I understand, just a moment little one.”

Zonta sprung up and left the room so quickly it was rather unnerving. But he returned minutes later with a medium sized jug. Gabriel looked at it as Zonta held it out to him.

“Happy juice.” Zonta stated.

Well bless his big kitty heart….

Actually hopeful for once Gabriel ignored how painful it was to sit up and snagged the jug out of Zonta’s hands.

And he totally chugged that shit.

“There, there Nikea.” Zonta cooed as he patted Gabriel’s head. “You try to get some sleep…I’ll be back later.”

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Zonta drummed his figures on the table as his eyes scanned the document in front of him. Unfortunately he wasn’t really even reading. His mind was firmly on Gabriel, and nothing he had tried had been able to change that.

The deposition had gone well enough, though Gabriel had been so out of it that he had barely been able to answer the questions being posed to him through Max. Though in a way it had actually been helpful as Gabriel had hardly looked like a deranged, bloodthirsty killer.

Curiously…either Gabriel or Max himself had skimped on the details a bit. Zonta was betting it was Gabriel, judging by how little he had said compared to Max. Such as when he had intervened when Zonta had been attack by that knife wielding brute. According to Max Gabriel had simply stated that he “handled it.”

Zonta felt it was for the best however, no need to rile everyone up, and Kasan had managed to get Nolluz to back off in any case.

Rubbing at his eyes Zonta stood. Might as well just give it up, he couldn’t focus at all. He had wasted enough time and energy just staring at the pages.

Gabriel had been remanded to his and Kasan’s custody for the time being, and Kasan was busy with Max…and it had been hours since he had checked in on the little one and gave him the juice.

That had been curious…Nikea must have been quite parched considering how he had gulped it down.

Mind made up Zonta left his studies and headed back towards his room. Perhaps if the little one was feeling better they could try another Hinta session.

Zonta plastered a reassuring smile on his face as he pushed his door open. With any luck even if Gabriel wasn’t feeling better he would be sleeping peacefully. Zonta had found he enjoyed watching Nikea slumber.

But when Zonta approached the bed he was met by a disgruntled glare.

“There was nothing remotely happy in that juice.” Gabriel growled.

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Weeks went by slowly as Gabriel recovered, and he wasn’t the only one it drug for. For his actions Tisu was remanded to service, at Roto’s insistence, and because Gabriel was in no condition for it, and likely wouldn’t understand anyway, charge of Tisu was granted to his own consort.

At first Tisu had thought he would be safe enough with Roto in charge, they were mated after all. But much to his horror, and everyone else’s amusement, Roto commanded him to every inch of the palace floors. He was forced to clean each and every one of his sibling, and elders, rooms and even serve meals.

Yes indeed…little Roto showed just how displeased he was with his mate.

For the parts Max and Zonta were with Gabriel every day, regardless of whether he was awake or not. His multiple head injuries in such a short time had taken a heavy toll, and were the slowest to heal. But from all examinations it did appear that things would improve. Nothing was for certain however as unfortunately Gabriel refuse to allow any brain scans. He would not hold still long enough for a hand held, nor willingly enter the much more accurate full body machine.

Touch and go….touch and go….

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Zonta was surprised when he entered his room before first meal and found Gabriel out of bed. His S.K.I.N mold had been removed the week prior and he was cleared to walk, but Zonta still had concerns about head trauma. However….Gabriel wasn’t just walking unaided, he was pacing around the room in obvious agitation.

But what could have him so upset?

“Bored, bored, bored, fucking bored.” Gabriel chanted under his breath.
Zonta’s ears flattened. He couldn’t understand a word of that, though it did sound like the same one over and over, but it did not sound happy to his ears.

“Gabriel okay?” Zonta asked gently.

Gabriel turned his head to look at Zonta, chewing slowly on his thumbnail the whole time.

“No.” Gabriel grunted.

“What wrong?”

Gabriel sighed dramatically.

“I’m bored. Nobody will let me out of this room, and I really don’t like being all locked up. Don’t think I wont figure out how to pick these damn locks either. And I’m bored. This bed is like orgy sized and that is very creepy. Though I think you totally owe me a blow job for that bullshit juice. So mark it up. IOU-Gabriel Renwood-one blow job…with swallow. I’m also very bored. There is no TV or books or a computer. I think this room kinda smells like feet, what the fuck is that log? I want a shower and chocolate. And I’m bored.” Gabriel rattled out at a rapid fire pace.

Zonta blinked…..that had been more like a wall of sound then an answer.

“Um…uh….Gabriel like to go first meal with Zonta? Max be there.” Zonta inquired slowly.

Without giving an answer Gabriel marched past him and change a hold of his long braid. The large Kyashin stumbled backwards as he was pulled along to the door by his hair. He managed to stop and turn himself around before he hit it luckily.
Gabriel gave him an expectant look, and then stared pointedly at the door.

“I guess that is a yes.” Zonta muttered.

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< br> Zonta considered himself to be a very patient person, his recent bouts of extreme, though justified, anger aside. He had dealt with screaming children, cranky elders and mood siblings…and while granted he was a long ways away from becoming truly annoyed he had to wonder….how could any one person talk so much when it had already been established that the person they were talking to only had a rudimentary grasp of their language.

Zonta rubbed at his brow….another question for Max perhaps.

“…Oh what’s the matter? Getting a headache? I had a headache for like…EVERS, still do as a matter of fact and you wouldn’t even spring an aspirin. Head hurting yet? Huh? Huh? Huh?” Gabriel rattled off.

“Please little one….my English is still so very poor….you and Max have supposed to have been working on Hinta for weeks now. I can not understand you. I am sorry.” Zonta half pleaded. In his native tongue it would probably do little good, but perhaps Gabriel was deliberately choosing English over Hinta.

“Oh? What was that? English and Hinta? You want me to start speaking your stuff now? Well take Hinta and add a P and you’ve got Pinta. Take away one more letter and you’ve got Pinto…and FUCK those cars!” Gabriel rambled on.

Zonta sighed lightly. Either Gabriel had not progressed with Hinta as swiftly as Max was, or he was deliberately ignore Zonta. Or perhaps he was upset about something and going on about it.

Or maybe he did understand and just didn’t care.

That upset Zonta….that neither of them could express themselves properly. Now he knew how Kasan felt…then again Kasan would simply move onto the pound/fill/make cum so hard that all talking ceased option.

“Why do I have to learn your stuff anyway? I’ve never been good with languages. Why don’t YOU learn? Or is it because you think that because your bigger then me you can tell me what to do you…nine foot…alley cat! Yeah that’s what it is I bet, you think you’re the big cat, the big Mew. Which by extension would make me the little Mew. Well I know all about how little Mew’s react to big, hunky red heads. Well I’ve got news for you…if your think your getting Mewwy with me then you’ve got another think coming! And why the hell am I wearing a toga? Do I look Roman to you?!”

Zonta blinked slowly as Gabriel’s words seemed to bleed into an almost animal bleat. He was going to have to talk to Kasan about this….

“And what is with this damn braid of yours anyway? You could probably strangle someone with it. Or are you just trying to show off? Oh look Gabriel, my hair is almost as long as you are tall. Well screw you kitty! Think you’re all tough just cause you can run like a hundred miles an hour and jump thirty feet easy. Well I will own you! Got it!? I’m no little Mew and you’re not gonna be hiking MY Oregon trail! Don’t even think about it! Don’t even think about thinking about it!”

Suddenly the tail end of Zonta’s braid was bouncing sharply off of his bottom. A glance behind him revealed that Gabriel was swatting at it aggressively. Well…it didn’t hurt and if Nikea wanted to play with his hair…well that was fine.

“Yeah…see that? That’s me slapping your braid, which then slaps your ass. So by extension that’s ME slapping YOUR ass. So whose dominate now??” Gabriel growled. “Me that’s who, ME owing YOUR ass God damn it. Your big, bronzed, really tight….FUCK you have a nice ass Zonta. I mean GOD DAMN. How can you have such a big, fluffy ass that still looks so tight? Its like a super sized Michael ass.”

Zonta felt himself blush, and didn’t know why, as Gabriel’s voice turned to a breathy, husky, approving tone. Mentally he gave himself a quick, hard slap, as he was clearly projecting again. Why he was doing so eluded him, much like the reason for the faint, underlying fruity smell of Gabriel’s skin.

But the subconscious was a tricky thing, that he knew already, and much like that delectable scent he didn’t have time to find a way inside to find out what smelled so damn good that it could make his insides flutter.

Annoying really.

It had to be that…had to be him. After all what could Nikea possibly find of amorous interest back there? Had to be something else.

“Oh fuck…no baby it isn’t like that at all. Its right in my face, how can I not notice? There’s only you…I swear…just you my Lilly…my Michael.” Gabriel whispered, his voice shaky and breaking in uneven snaps.

A radical change from how he had been only moments before. One that raised a small red flag in Zonta’s mind.

“Oh baby I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry…God Michael…I miss you so much.”

The sudden shift in tone had puzzled Zonta. But the sob he had just heard truly startled him. He stopped, and spun around to face the human. He was just in time to see Gabriel, with his head down, hands fingering his locket, steadily trudging forward, obviously to all else around him.

And highly upset. Zonta didn’t need words to understand that.

He wasn’t sure what to do, but the decision was made for him as Gabriel kept coming forward until his forehead gently collided with Zonta’s sternum. He stopped then, and slowly looked up at Zonta…and his eyes….oh they just tore into the Kyashin.

But for his part, the red head did his best to keep it hidden. He smiled at the smaller man, and slid an arm around his shoulders.

“Here Gabriel.” Zonta said, patting the door behind him. “Max in here.”

“Max…” Gabriel whispered softly.

“Yes, Max here.” Zonta repeated as he pushed the door open.

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Aosh was pissed…no….no he was more then just pissed. His feelings were ragged and raw.

Zonta had been ignored him the entire time the new human had been healing. Zonta wouldn’t look at him, wouldn’t talk to him, he wouldn’t even respond when Aosh tried to talk to him.

And he had tried shouting out some truly outrageous things to get Z’s attention…things that he wouldn’t hear the end of for quite some time. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

It was like he wasn’t even there to Zonta. His own twin!

Aosh knew just what it was too, Zonta was punishing him. But it wasn’t fair! He hadn’t done anything wrong!

So he had known where the human was, and yes he had been the one to bring Frodi to him, but that had been a favor! To one of his brothers so that he could spend time with his family and keep his consort happy. A good deed damn it!

And he hadn’t told Zonta because of orders. Elders orders! The very same people that Zonta had lectured him over and over not to defy on trivial whims.

So the human had thought he was Zonta, like that was the first time someone had gotten them mixed up. Not his fault once again!

Half of the reason he had accepted Nolluz’s request was to take his mind off of how upset he had been. So upset that he hadn’t realized that the human would get confused, a blunder perhaps, but an innocent one.

But whose fault was it that he had been so upset in the first place?!

Zonta’s!

So it was in fact Zonta’s fault!

He had deliberately gone after his own twin’s mental health just because Aosh had dared to look out for his safety. Hadn’t Zonta lectured him on responsibility dozens of times? Why yes he had!

Wasn’t trying to keep his dearest twin safe from a homicidal maniac a responsible action? Oh yes it fucking was!

Unfair punishment…that’s what it was. Cruelty…plain and simple cruelty.
Well that was fine…if Zonta wanted to unfairly torment him….then it was payback time.

It was easy enough to slip into the kitchen, why would anyone think it was odd for one of the princes to be on a little food run after all.

And once there it wasn’t hard to find Zonta’s first meal cooking, especially since he tented to eat the same things when he was upset. Comfort food they called it.

Soft, buttery rolls filled with rich cream, and diced up meat on the side. Only person in the family who would eat such a dish so early was Zonta, it was just too rich for everyone else.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching Aosh produced a small jar filled with an innocent looking liquid, which he quickly emptied into the still bubbling filling.

He quickly hid the jar and made his way out as silently as he could after stirring up the pot. He had made sure it wasn’t too much…but without a doubt it would do just fine.

Seeing how the prissy, prudish brat tried to handle it would be fun indeed….

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Zonta smiled as Gabriel entered the room in front of him and was immediately pounced on by Max himself. Maybe this would help to lift his sprits.

“Ugh…you’re always….touching me.” Gabriel grunted. “I just know we’ve talked about all this…touchy-ness.”

“Oh shut up.” Max shot back. “I’m your older brother, and you’ll take all the hugs I want to give you. And you’ll be THANKFUL to get them.”

“Yes but…squeezing someone with sore ribs doesn’t help matters.” Gabriel griped. “I have other, more stable body parts that you could crush.”

“Oh!” Max exclaimed. “I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

Gabriel held his side and wheezed.

“No…I’m afraid your massive arms have crushed the life out of me and I have only moments left.”

Max slapped Gabriel in the shoulder, hard too.

“Abuse!” Gabriel crooned. “So…violent…”

Zonta didn’t quite know what was going on, but the two looked so…natural that it made him smile. Especially when Max took Gabriel by the wrist and drug him over to where Kasan was sitting. He followed the two and Kasan nodded a greeting to him.

“So…how’s it going?” Kasan asked as Zonta seated himself. He watched as Max practically shoved Gabriel down on the pillows in front of he and Kasan, a clear lecturing tone in his voice.

“…Does Max rattle on very quickly for large amounts of time?” Zonta counted. Kasan pulled in a deep breath in through his mouth, tilting both his head and body backwards as he did.

“Yes.” He answered sharply.

“Perhaps it is genetic…or a family trait then.” Zonta murmured to himself.

He scooted a little closer to his throwback sibling, which earned him a curious look but he didn’t care. The last thing he wanted was fro Max to overhear and piece certain things together.

“His abuse appears to have been…greater then I had thought. Bodily at least.” Zonta whispered and Kasan’s body stiffened. “I am sure of it.”

“How badly are we talking about here?” Kasan growled.

“Look at his back brother.” Zonta pointed. “See the scars.”

Kasan nodded.

“Uh huh…some of those are definitely blades…or maybe a whip? Though I don’t know what those odd holes would be.”
Zonta sighed…he wasn’t sure either. Nothing he could think of would cause the clusters of little holes on Gabriel’s upper back. Kasan was more the military expert, weaponry and dead bodies were not something Zonta studied with vigor.

“And…there is more…” Zonta admitted reluctantly.

“I really don’t like that tone…” Kasan groaned.

“You see the locket around his neck?” Zonta asked.

“Pretty little thing…yes…” Kasan stated warily. “But what is that green thing inside of it?”

Zonta shook his head.

“I do not know. But what I do know is not to touch it without his permission…he reacts badly. He is very…protective of it, it seems.” Zonta informed. “But what I think is truly important is what is inside of it.”

“And what’s that?”

“A picture. A picture of another human.” Zonta whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

“God…does…does he know where he is?” Kasan whispered back. “Just give me a clue and I swear we’ll roll out after whomever the holder is.”

Zonta rested his head on Kasan’s shoulder for a moment, and patted his hand.

‘Bless your heart Kasan.’ He thought. ‘Bless your heart.’

He took a sobering breath and spared a glance at the two chatting humans to ensure they were not paying attention.

“If…if I understood correctly. This…person, I dare not say the name, is…is dead Kasan. Murdered.”

Kasan sucked in a sharp breath, and his claws sprung out.

“One of us?” He ground out.

Zonta shook his head and shrugged in spite of what he wanted to say.

“I do not know for sure. They is all he would say. They did it. They killed him.” Zonta explained. “And before we got here he looked like he was going to break down completely when he was speaking of the event. He may have witnessed the act first hand…I do not know.”

Zonta watched as Kasan’s claws slowly retracted, a tell tale sign of the struggle he was having to control his outrage.

The two Kyashin’s fell silent, both watching the small humans. No doubt Kasan was projecting the truths of Gabriel into what ifs on Max.

Both brothers sat there, both thinking about how small their humans where, how over matched they were….and about how they could protect each of them in their own way.

Zonta was grateful for the silence, for his eyes were wet with tears, tears he was fighting with all his will to hold back. He couldn’t help it…just the thought, the very idea even in its abstract, tore his heart in half.

But then a jolt of panic tore through his body as Max’s hand slid out to give Gabriel’s locket a small tug….and his multicolored hair sibling tensed and trembled.

“So…what’s this?” Max asked.

Zonta’s heart quickened even further as Gabriel shoved Max’s hand away roughly.

“All I have left…leave it alone.” Gabriel warned.

“Okay…weird…but okay.” Max soothed, holding his hands up. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No..” Gabriel half sobbed, his voice thick.

“Gabriel…come on. Its me. What happened to you? They…they told us…and now here you are…you have this tattoo on your face, and….and if you can’t talk to me then who can you? Brother aside….I’m the only one who speaks English around here. I’ll always be here for you Gabby, you just-”

“I SAID NO!” Gabriel shouted.

Everyone at the table froze at the outburst, and Max recoiled in shock. Kasan shifted, obviously preparing to jump in if needed. But Gabriel didn’t enraged or aggressive.

He looked terrified.

His eyes were wide and twitchy. His whole body was shaking badly, and he was clutching at his locket protectively.

“Gabe….”Max whispered.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Gabriel reiterated.

“Alright…we wont.” Max assured.

The blond human looked confused, and helpless. Which Zonta could understand considering he felt exactly the same way.

“Any idea of what they are saying?” Kasan whispered worriedly. Zonta nodded.

“Gabriel does not wish to speak of his dead…beloved. I can not say for certain whether he was a mate or a consort or just a friend. But my instinct says it was a sibling and there was love involved.” Zonta answered, though he mentally winced at the use of Gabriel’s name. He did not want to draw the human’s attention or upset him.

But the flower-faced human didn’t even look in his direction. Instead he simply sat there, pulling his knees into his chest and played his fingers across his treasure as he stared off into space.

Max embraced him slowly, clearly worried with a helpless expression of care on his face, and Zonta was glad the table was still mostly empty.

Jolan, Nolluz, Aosh, and Tisu had yet to arrive along with their respective partners, and their Father had only watched with interest and concern. He had nodded a greeting earlier, but so far had stayed out.

Unfortunately a certain persons low growl and snarling face attracted another’s attention.

“Kasan mad?” Max asked hesitantly, peering over Gabriel’s shoulder.

Kasan’s face sobered instantly, and he winced.

“Kasan….angry for Gabriel.” Kasan stressed.

Max’s face regained a little of its color, but Gabriel’s reaction to his name worried Zonta.

Gabriel’s eyes shifted to peer back at Kasan, then his head turned slowly. It was slow, deliberate, with a hint of….of…of the monsters of Zonta’s childhood.

First the eyes, then the full turn. It gave Zonta the jitters…something primal that he didn’t quite understand seemed to jump to attention at the look.

“What’s he want?” Gabriel grunted. Max patted his shoulder reassuringly.

“He’s just worried about you.”

“Hnnn…”

It was the lack of emotion if Gabriel’s eyes that was troubling. Zonta…he didn’t know what could cause such a thing. Blank…dead eyes…why? No hollow, not withdrawn…just a cold nothing that promised…what?

It was a puzzle, and perhaps an important one, but Zonta didn’t have any time to think upon it as Tisu and Rota entered the room.

Two steps into the room Tisu laid his eyes upon Gabriel, and he snarled.

“What’s the baby crying about now?” Tisu spat after taking in Gabriel’s position.

Zonta growled low in his throat, surprising himself. But Gabriel instantly changed.

Gone was the morose melancholy. The moment he heard Tisu’s voice and processed it he was on his feet and tense.

But his eyes didn’t change.

A glance at Tisu’s neck revealed a bare throat and Zonta groaned internally. If he was still in service then this could be resolved quickly and easily. But no….which figured.
Tisu sneered at Gabriel.

“What are you puffing up about runt? You’d better tell him I wont hesitate to smack him down again.”

Kasan growled at his side and Zonta started to speak, but another voice blocked him.

“Tisu!” Roto snapped as he swung himself around in front of his giant mate, positioning his body between Tisu and the humans. Tisu’s ears instantly drooped. “Are you being an ass AGAIN?!”

Tisu didn’t answer, which was probably wise. He just quickly made his way to his place at the table.
Gabriel’s eyes followed him the entire time, and Zonta had the worry that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be the big bully who made the first move. Now he certainly couldn’t blame the human for holding a grudge, it could easily be argued that he owed Tisu a recipe, having spent weeks in recovery due to Tisu’s attack.

However it would not help his position to attack Tisu. Not only would it bring back the argument that he couldn’t be trusted or be allowed to walk free, an argument that was still simmering, but his chances of winning a head on assault against the largest of the brothers were nil. The only person who could handle Tisu on any regular basis was Kasan, and as impressive as Gabriel’s actions had been from a military standpoint so far, Zonta doubted he could equal Kasan’s prowess.

“Hmph!” Roto snorted, throwing his nose up in the air.

Tisu’s consort walked right up to the flower-faced human, showing no fear whatsoever, an act that greatly displeased his mate.

“Roto!” Tisu hissed. “Stay away from him!!”

Gabriel took a half step away from Roto, and eyed him warily. His stance was defensive, and almost twitchy tense. Depending on his skill and reaction time Gabriel could have been preparing to do something, or just very jumpy. Zonta wasn’t quite sure, he hadn’t seen enough of the man in action to make a judgment and in all honesty…he didn’t want to.

“Soooo…might I get an introduction?” Roto asked sweetly, looking at both Max and Zonta. Zonta hesitated, unsure of whether he should step in or not, Max had made great progress with Hinta, but he still had some struggles. But Max simply looked relieved.

“Oh…um…uh…Gabriel this is Roto…Roto…this is Gabriel.” Max said as he came up from behind Gabriel, switching between English and Hinta as he pointed to each of them in turned.

Roto smiled, and opened his arms as he stepped into Gabriel’s space.

“Hello Gabriel!”
Oh crap….that’s right….Roto was a hugger.

But he only got about halfway into an embrace before Gabriel pushed off on the balls of his feet and sprang back, dragging Max back along with him. Roto’s face fell as Gabriel’s hands came up, his body language becoming much more aggressive, and Roto looked at Zonta in confusion.

“If he so much as lays one finger on Roto I will pull both of his fucking arms off and shove one down his throat, and one up his ass.” Tisu threatened gravely.

“Enough with the threats Tisu.” Kyoru chastised. “He is obviously uncomfortable, and all he has done is make some space. Zonta…he understands that we mean him no harm correct?”

Zonta looked at his Father and sighed.

“I have informed him as such several times, but I do not think that he truly believes me.”

Kyoru nodded sadly.

“Understood.”

Gabriel continued to watch Roto warily, until Max sighed and grabbed his arm. Gabriel let out a surprised shout as Max drug him stumbling right up to Roto. Max grabbed Roto’s opposite arm and then shoved their hands into one another’s. Roto grinned cheerfully and shook Gabriel’s hand enthusiastically….but Zonta could see that a hug was coming up shortly.

“Careful…Tisu cracked a few of his ribs.” Zonta cautioned.

Tisu shot him an evil look, knowing full well that he was being set up, which turned into a wince when Roto turned to glare at him.

“Well alright then…but I still can’t get over how small they are. I thought humans were supposed to be our size.”

“I hate not being able to understand what these kitty-bitches are saying…I just know its going to end up getting me fucked.” Gabriel growled.

Max patted his shoulder once more, but shook his head in exasperation.

“When did my sweet little brother become so stinking vulgar? But its nothing I think…just some stuff about how small we are…they sure talk about it enough…”

Zonta wished the two of them would slow down, and speak up, it was too hard for him to follow at the speed they often spoke.

“Small? SMALL?! I’m not small!!” Gabriel bellowed.

“That was…loud.” Kasan growled. “So…what did he say and where should I tackle?”

“He said he’s not small…I think.” Zonta informed. That he was able to catch, mostly anyway.

“But you are.” Roto insisted, patting Gabriel on the head like a pet. “And its so cute!”

“Roto…would you PLEASE come over here.” Tisu pleaded with just enough exasperation that he could, and would, deny it later.

Roto smiled and waved before he returned to his mate

However it seemed that Gabriel was still fuming over the perceived slight.

“I’ll show you small ya little!-” Gabriel growled as he started to lurch forward after Roto, only to have Max grab a hold of him around the waist.

Heaving all of his weight back with a strained grunt Max pulled and pulled until Gabriel was bent backwards and only on his heels. Finally the two of them came back down in front of Zonta and Kasan in a human heap.

And about the same time as that Nolluz, Jolan, and their own respective consorts entered the room.

“What’s with all the noise?” Nolluz questioned haughtily. “Zonta’s pet loon go off again?”

Zonta growled and resisted various uncivilized urges that welled up from within. Instead he focused on Gabriel himself. The human still looked sullen and upset…and that hurt. He didn’t know why but it did.

He wanted Gabriel to relax, or at least feel that he could, wanted him to smile and laugh. So far everything had gone wrong, in nearly every way that it could. For all he knew the human felt that he had only traded one cage for another. To have replaced his old abuses with a new set.
Zonta looked at the exposed scars on Nikea’s back, and his heart ached all the more. God only knew the horrors the man had experienced, and by Zonta’s own people no less!

It was all wrong….and Zonta just couldn’t take it.

“You know…I’m getting reeeeal sick of this.” Gabriel snarled. “I get all beat up and now they’re talking shit on me? Patting me on the god damn head…I’m not a fucking pet! Why I ought…oh..oh-ho-ho-ffffuuukkk.”

Gabriel moaned as Zonta closed his large hands around his neck and shoulders, massaging firmly, but with care.

“Uhhh-nnno….s-stop it…damn it…uhhhh…” Gabriel protested weakly.

Zonta ignored him, not out of malice, but because he was completely focused upon Gabriel’s body. It was so tight and full of knots…and while he could not change the past, or take away what Nikea had gone through…this he could handle.

After a short struggle, one where Gabriel managed to scoot about half an inch away, he went loose and pliant under Zonta’s hands.

The red-headed Kyashin smiled, though curiously Max continued to eye him warily.

“Behold the blood thirsty human eh?” Kasan half-mocked, eying Nolluz, who scowled at his throwback sibling. Jolan just grinned though.

“Well that’s not fair at all…Zonta could stop wars with how he works a body.” Jolan mused.

Zonta felt his cheeks flush slightly, and he strove to focus only on his smaller charge. Couldn’t be embarrassed if you were too absorbed to notice right?

Still…if there was one positive thing about their size difference it was how easily and thoroughly he could work Gabriel’s body with his hands. He noticed before, but yet again it struck him as odd, just how hard Gabriel was.

He was far too thin, yet at the same time his muscles were tight and solid as rocks. So why wasn’t he bigger? The kind of exercise that would cause such physicality should have also added a good deal of mass.

“Ugh…big brother…h-help….save me….” Gabriel moaned. “B-Body…liquefying.”

Max chuckled lightly, though he still gave Zonta a curious look. As if he wasn’t entirely sure what Zonta thought he was doing or why.

But Zonta was simply pleased with how thick and relaxed Gabriel’s voice was.

“There, there Nikea….its all better.” Zonta purred.

However….his efforts to block everyone and everything out had worked…a little too well actually. He certainly would not have said that out loud in front of everyone had he been paying attention.
Zonta realized all too late when the sounds of Kasan’s barely restrained sniggering reached his ears. A glance at his throwback sibling showed that Kasan was just barely holding it together. Jolan wore a similar look, and even Nolluz looked bemused.

“Nikea? Like the story?!” Roto exclaimed, clasping his hands over his heart. “Oh that’s so romantic!”

Zonta’s ears flattened to his skull, and his mind fumbled for a defense.

“I-I didn’t know his name! I needed a place holder!”

Alright…that was a little weak, but it was all he had.

Zonta snarled at Kasan, who could no longer hold it and was now nearly doubled over with a case of the giggles. He shoved Kasan hard with one arm, nearly knocking him onto his back.

“Oh you shut up GISHO! Mine actually has something to do with a flower at least!”

Kasan’s eyes widened…and he laughed harder.

“Your’s huh?” Ko cooed slyly.

“Alright! We can have another party soon!” Roto cheered.
Zonta flapped and flopped at the mouth like a fish out of water.

“N-No! It-Its not like that!” He protested. “It’s just an easier way to…to categorize them!”

Now everyone was laughing, save the two perplexed humans. Even their Father managed an amused smile over the proceedings.

Zonta’s face was so hot and flushed he was surprised that he didn’t have a nose bleed.

“It’s nothing like that!” He declared. “And where is Aosh?! He is late and food shall be served soon.”

At this point, changing the subject was about all he could do.

“Said he had something to do.” Jolan reported between snickers. “Said to start without him.”

Hnn…maybe that was for the best. God knew what the letch would have had a field day with all of this.

“…What’s going on?” Gabriel wondered.

“I’m…not sure.” Max admitted as he looked between the various Kyashin. “But I think there is something funny…with him or something.”

Zonta crossed his arms and grumbled under his breath. With his ears still down he was the perfect picture of sullen, poutiness, but he knew that the more he protested, the more they would needle him.

The food would come soon, and then their mouths would be focused on being filled. Then all the talky-talk would cease…or they would choke.

At this point Zonta would be perfectly happy with either one.

Sure enough various steaming plates were soon brought out and Zonta’s stomach rumbled. He could certainly use his favorite comfort food right about now.

However the moment his plate hit the table Gabriel, who was in mid-conversation with Max, let out a airy gasp, hands flailing above his head as he did, and snagged it off of the table and pulled it straight into his lap.

“Oyeah…I remember these.” Gabriel gasped as he tore into one of the rolls.

Zonta’s left ear half wilted in a clear--B-But…my food….-- moment. But he shook it off. They could share of course, there was plenty after all.

But the moment he reached for one himself, Gabriel growled and pulled away from him.

In addition to being very distressing to both his nerves and his belly, the act also proved to be very amusing to his siblings.

“Well…sometimes to get a little you’ve got to give things up.” Jolan teased, which earned him a playful swat from Ko.

“But…but…” Zonta fumbled, resisting the urge to actually whine --my food!-- “I guess I will simply have to wait for another plate to be finished….”

Again Kasan looked like he was about to burst, but he said nothing as he grinned and passed Zonta a small plate of sliced meat. Zonta sighed mentally as he accepted it and nibbled at a piece.

His favorite or not…he couldn’t deny Nikea, especially considering how ravenously he was tearing into the food.

Still wasn’t’ fair….Kasan and Max seemed to have no trouble sharing.

“Uh…Gabriel? I think…I think that was Zonta’s.” Max said.

“Well tough for the kitty…” Gabriel quipped, mouth full of food. “Want one?”

“No thanks.”

Pouting levels only increased within Zonta. Max was offered a roll but not him? Life could be so utterly unfair….

About ten minutes into first meal, and well after Gabriel had practically inhaled Zonta’s original dish, Aosh came strolling in. His twin wore a bemused look, and Zonta couldn’t help but wonder what had him in such a bright mood.

“Some perverted escapade no doubt.” Zonta thought.

“Sorry I’m late…had a little business that I had to take care of.” Aosh declared as he came up to the table.

“And we had rather not know the who, what, or where.” Jolan added.

“Oh I bet you do.” Aosh quipped. “We all know you’re always fishing for ideas Jolan.”

“Wait-Wait….what the hell?” Gabriel grunted. “Two Zonta’s?”

Aosh sighed dramatically.

“I told you this before…I’m Aosh.”

“Remind me to teach you better explanation skills sometime.” Zonta growled.

“They’re twins Gabe…or so I think.” Max informed.

Gabriel blinked, and looked back and forth between Zonta and Aosh.

“Zonta.” He proclaimed, pointing at the Kyashin in question. Zonta nodded. “Aosh.” A finger was now pointed at Zonta’s twin.

“Right you are cutie.” Aosh rumbled smoothly, batting his eyelashes sweetly.

Zonta felt his upper lip curl, baring a fang.

“Oh so you’re the big fuck who left me in that cage?” Gabriel growled.

“Uh oh Aosh…that didn’t sound friendly.” Jolan giggled.

“Mmm…well…I bet that I can….ease his grievance.” Aosh cooed.

“Wait a minute…I know that look….” Max murmured. “Oh hell no!”

Zonta turned his attention back to the two humans just in time to catch Max with an open mouth look of outrage on his face.

“Away Aosh!” Max snapped, pointing at Zonta’s twin accusingly. “Go away!”

Aosh looked amused, and waved Max off.

“Oh you have no say in this.” Aosh stated. “There isn’t any mark on this one.” Aosh slapped on his best smile, which had enthralled many admittedly, and made eyes at Gabriel. Gabriel on the other hand simply scowled up at Aosh as he wiped his forehead and fanned himself for some reason.

“Kasan? Kasan!” Max called out, turning towards his mate.

“Yes Gisho?” Kasan inquired sweetly.

“Make Aosh go away!” Max demanded. “Go away now!”

Aosh blanched slightly, his ears half wilting as Kasan turned his gave to him and bared his teeth in a feral grin.

“Why certainly Gisho….” Kasan purred as he stretched his arms, popping his joints and flexing his claws out at Aosh.

“N-Now, now….n-no need for that.” Aosh stammered as he backed away, palms up and out. Quickly he made his way to his seat at the table, much to the amusement of all.

“Max?…Is it just me…or is it getting really hot in here?” Gabriel groaned.

“No...I mean…well I’m fine.” Max replied.

Zonta glared hot, flaming daggers at his twin. Of all the nerve…REALLY…God knew what Aosh was thinking. Something perverted and dirty, and no doubt involved him buried inside his little Nikea…and there was NO way in hell that was happening.

Aosh met Zonta’s glare with a smile, which only grew as he glanced at the plates on Zonta’s side of the table.

“Wow Z…were you hungry?” Aosh giggled.
Actually yes he had been, still was to be honest, but he had to wait for more to be prepared.

“Okay…wow…” Gabriel panted as he pulled at the cloth across his chest, fanning it for air.

“So how ya feeling today?” Aosh asked.

“I am well.” Zonta replied gruffly, only for Aosh’s grin to widen.

Oh he was up to something alright….
Zonta made a note to check his bed and other personal items when he returned to his room.

“Alright…seriously…this has gotta go.” Gabriel gasped, slurring his words slightly as he stood up, pulling at his clothing.

Zonta’s attention was drawn to Gabriel after he stood, and his annoyance with Aosh turned to confusion.

Nikea’s skin was flushed and covered with a light sheen of sweat. Max had helped to dress Gabriel during his less lucid time, though Zonta had actually done most of the work, and had insisted upon multiple layers. Zonta had been more then fine with that as it had kept him from coming into contact or sight of Gabriel’s private places.

But it was those very layers that Gabriel was now yanking at in frustration.

“’Ow the fuck doesss dis come off?” Gabriel slurred, tugging at one of the knots near his waist.

“Gabriel?” Max gasped. “What are you doing?! Don’t take your clothes off!”

“But its hoooootttt.” Gabriel whined.

“Um…is he alright?” Roto asked.

Zonta wasn’t sure, and he could only barely understand what the two humans were saying. So many words had not been covered, not to mention he had barely been able to practice at all.

But he did start to become concerned when Gabriel simply took two handfuls of the cloth across his chest and pulled it until it ripped clean in half. The two halves fell and hung at his waist, which only stayed up because of how tight Max had secured it this morning.

“Gabriel!” Max cried out at his bare-chested sibling.

“Whoa…” Jolan gasped softly as the scarring that littered Gabriel’s upper body became more visible.

Three or four puncture wounds laid scattered across Gabriel’s belly, a deep slice slashed across his left pectoral just above the nipple. Another set of puncture wounds sat on the inside of his right bicep.

There were more…dozens more it seemed and Zonta had to look elsewhere, unable to listen to the story the scars played in his head.

“Gabriel! What are you doing!? Stop taking clothes off! You don’t know what they do here!” Max protested.

“But its so hot….” Gabriel repeated.

Zonta turned his attention back reluctantly. He didn’t want to see, but he couldn’t just ignore whatever was happening. Max’s alarmed tone overrode his distaste.

His gaze settled on Gabriel’s seemingly glowing eyes, and his belly tightened as Gabriel’s lips turned upwards in a smile.

“Mmm….Zzzzzonta.” Gabriel purred.

The human stared up at Zonta, his lips out in a sensual pout, and Zonta blushed once more, and nearly jumped out of his skin when Gabriel drug his nails lightly across the inside of his thigh.

“Gabriel?! What the hell is the matter with you?!” Max cried out.

The blond human scrutinized his sibling with narrowed, suspicious eyes. Narrowed eyes that widened with something of shocked realization only seconds later.

“You’ve been sex-fooded!” Max wailed.

Kasan winced at Max’s earsplitting cry.

“I don’t know what that was, but it didn’t sound good.” Kasan grunted. “Is okay Gisho. No danger.” He soothed.

Max actually growled and swatted at Kasan’s reaching hands.

“You shut up!” Max snapped. “Buncha perverts, all of you! Gabriel! No Gabe no!”

Zonta had been so busy watching Max’s excited outburst that he had completely ceased paying attention to Gabriel for a moment. That ceased as he felt solid weight on his thighs, which as it turned out was Gabriel climbing up his body.

Zonta turned his head and was jolted by Gabriel’s face being only inches from his own. Small, strong hands dug into his hair and the next thing Zonta knew was that he was being pulled forward, and then a pair of delicious lips were sealed against his own.

“Mmmph!” Zonta cried out, certainly not prepared for a kiss from Nikea.

His lips parted almost automatically like the traitorous flesh pillows that they were, and that was just enough for Gabriel’s tongue to slip in.

“Mmmm” Gabriel hummed as his tongue slid against Zonta’s own. Zonta was so caught off guard from the kiss and subsequent exploration that only a quick moving arm kept him from sprawling backwards.

The kiss was sweet, if a little demanding, and much to Zonta’s embarrassment his own body was all too eager to react.

But despite that…he couldn’t quite bring himself to break the kiss. Maybe…maybe just a few more moments. After all…Gabriel had chosen to kill him right?

Just as Zonta was about to curl his tone around Gabriel’s own, Max came behind his sibling and once his arms were around Gabriel’s waist, yanked him away.

“Ooof!” Max grunted as he stumbled and fell, with Gabriel landing right on top of his stomach.

“Wow…meal and a show.” Ko giggled.

Zonta’s face flushed, but he didn’t have time to protest as Max quickly wiggled out from under Gabriel and pointed at Zonta accusingly.

“Zonta sex-fooded Gabriel!”

He did want?

Zonta’s brow furrowed as he tried to decipher that. Max’s Hinta was improving, but sometimes he got words crossed.

Gabriel twisted back and forth on the floor, scratching his back perhaps. But it was far too sexual a moment for poor Zonta, who suspected that his head would soon explode from all the blood rushing into it.

And he still didn’t have a clue what was going on.

Granted this was certainly better then upset, morose Gabriel but….but not here! Not like this, and…well…way too soon!

Gabriel snapped up to his feet and snagged the last tiny roll from Zonta’s original plate. However the moment he took a bite Aosh sucked in a high pitched gasp of breath.

“No! Don’t eat…not you!” Aosh hissed quietly, pure distress in his tone.

“Who’s not supposed to what Aosh?” Kasan questioned suspiciously.

Aosh eeped softly, and stiffened…a surefire sign that he had done something. Aosh could be as sneaky as anyone around, but once it blew up in his face…well he would start to crumble under interrogation.

But Zonta didn’t have a lot of time to pay attention as he was too busy fending off an accusing Max.

“Max…Zonta no do anything.” Zonta protested.

By now Max was standing in his lap and had a finger in his face.

“Well then who-whoa!” Max gasped as Gabriel shouldered him out of the wall, and into Kasan’s quick reflex arms.

Again Zonta’s mouth was invaded, and again his body locked up in panic. Gabriel had clearly taken the rest of the roll in because Zonta could taste and feel the thick, sweet cream on his tongue.

He swallowed, and a moment later a strange, yet familiar rush quietly pulsed from within.

“Wait a minute…” Kasan growled as his placed a squirming Max back on his feet and leaned in, sniffing at Gabriel’s skin. “Chera….”

With some difficulty, and another timely Max intervention, Zonta managed to break free with a gasp.

“What did you say?” He panted.

“Chera.” Kasan snarled. “I can smell it all over him.

Chera…yes…that was exactly the taste and the feeling. It also explained Gabriel’s behavior…but…how….Zonta locked eyes with his twin, who immediately looked away.

Zonta’s mind clicked, and his temper shot through the roof.

“You spiked my food?!” He roared, springing to his feet.

Aosh’s ears flattened to his skull, and he whined.

“You’ve been ignoring me for how long?! You wont talk to me, and when you see me you wont even look at me! Its not my damn fault! I was just doing what I was told! So I deserved some payback!” Aosh wailed in protest. “How as I supposed to know HE would eat it!?”

“Well I think it is very reasonable to assume food might be shared!” Zonta snapped. “How much did you put in it?!”

Aosh huffed and looked away, which only served to piss Zonta off further.

“Well…um…at least you know he likes you?” Roto offered sweetly, if a little hesitantly.

A nice thought perhaps, but Zonta wasn’t in the mindset to look on the bright side, not with his question still hanging unanswered in the air. An extremely pertinent question at that.

“Aosh.” Kyoru injected firmly, beating Zonta to it. “How much?”
Aosh sunk into himself, his ears completely flat now. Their Father’s tone brokered no argument, and promised punishment.

“Um…I don’t know…enough?” Aosh answered meekly.

Overdose…

The word rang gin Zonta’s head. Enough for him was far above a safe, enjoyable amount for the significantly smaller Gabriel.

“B-But don’t worry!” Aosh exclaimed. “I can…um…make it better!”

A collective chuckle slide through part of the table as Aosh popped up and scrambled over to Zonta’s side.

As he approached Gabriel, Aosh dropped down onto all fours, starting his patented sexy crawl. Zonta’s hackles rose, he knew exactly what Aosh was going to try to do to make it all better.

Gabriel was sprawled out on his back once again, with Max still trying to talk him down, and keep his clothes on.

Both humans looked at Aosh as he approached, though Zonta’s twin ignored Max entirely. Aosh grinned his admittedly impressive, sex grin as he locked eyes with Gabriel.

His lips were moving, putting on the sweet talk no doubt. But Zonta’ couldn’t hear him over the pounding blood in his ears.

The gall!

The audacity!

Aosh was going to try to take advantage of little Nikea during a situation that he, himself had cause? Like hell!

Zonta’s lips peeled back as Aosh slide between Gabriel’s legs, looming over him. Max was sputtering in what sounded like all out, full outrage, and Zonta could agree.

But before he could intervene and start beating his twin, Gabriel’s foot came up and planted right in the middle of Aosh’s face.

“Away not Zonta…” Gabriel slurred horribly as he pushed Aosh’s face away.

It was then that their brothers basically lost it, even Kasan couldn’t hold back.

“Denied!” Jolan laughed. “There goes your rep Aosh!”

Zonta was relieved, but not nearly as amused.

“No Aosh! No!” Max shouted. “Away Aosh!”

Aosh stood, rubbing his nose as Max planted himself between him and Gabriel.

“Damn it…you all just back off!” Max ordered before he turned to face Zonta. “Bad Zonta! No sex food Gabriel!”

Sex food? Wha…then he got it. Max thought that he had drugged Nikea in order to foist sexual relations upon him. Well…that could be cleared up.

“No.” Zonta stated as he shook his head. “Zonta do nothing. Aosh…Aosh responsible.”

Max whirled to face Zonta’s twin like an enraged shokan.

“Aosh did?!” He growled.

“Yes Gisho, Aosh did.” Kasan concurred, and Max seemed to grow more incensed at Kasan’s confirmation.

“Aosh no sex with Gabriel!” Max snapped, pointing at Aosh. “Zonta no sex with Gabriel!” Another death promising finger jabbed at Zonta. “No one sex with Gabriel!!!” Max flung his arms up, which was kind of cute really.

But despite Max’s order, Gabriel apparently still had other ideas. The drug was obviously taking its toll as Nikea was rubbing all over Zonta’s right leg. Zonta jumped when Gabriel’s teeth bit into the flesh of his belly, and the fingers playing along his inner thigh were not helping his strangely shaky balance. Fingers that…were steadily…climbing…higher.

The cloth protecting him wasn’t nearly thick enough either. Zonta gasped, and the only thing he could think of to protect himself was to pick Gabriel up completely. Max didn’t like that however.

“No Zonta no!” Max hollered. “Down! Put Gabriel down!

As hard as Max was trying, he couldn’t keep Aosh from stepping in once again, and massaging the muscles of Gabriel’s back gently with his fingers.

“Fine…how about we both handle this.” Aosh suggested, winking at Zonta.

Zonta resisted the urge to roll his eyes…and kick Aosh somewhere unkind. That was the wish of many of the letch’s partners, to have both of them at once.

“Aosh no sex with Gabriel.” Max growled warningly.

“Oh hush.” Aosh chided. He took another step in, and Zonta took a step back. “Oh come on Z…you might just-HUNGH!!”

Aosh gasped and dropped like a stone as Max hauled off and slammed a full forced left hook right into his groin.

“No sex with Gabriel!!” Max shouted.

“Y-You-li-little…f-fu-fucking…” Aosh gagged, much to all his siblings amusement.

“Well…that was interesting. But all joking aside Zo…you’re going to have to handle this.” Kasan whispered regretfully in Zonta’s ear.

Aghast, Zonta stared at Kasan.

“I can’t. I can’t just take advantage…Kasan it is wrong.” He protested. But Gabriel was writhing in his arms, panting and whimpering. Something had to be done or there could be damage. “Kasan I…I don’t know what to do!”

His voice was a low hiss of distress, but Kasan just gave him a flat, blank look.

“Please tell me I don’t have to explain THAT to you.”

Zonta’s ears flattened for the hundredth time that morning, and his face flushed horribly.

“N-No…I know about…th-that…” He stammered. “But I can’t do that!

Kasan sighed and threw his arm over Zonta’s shoulder as he leaned in.

“Just take him your room, give him a massage, and then a little mouth action…hand if your going to be really stingy,” Kasan supplied, wiggling his free hand up and down. “And there you go…Gisho goes in like thirty seconds sometimes…three or four of those and he’ll be good as new and then you can beat Aosh.”

Zonta whined in his throat, hating the entire idea. But Kasan was right, it wasn’t just going to go away, and he couldn’t just hand Gabriel off to someone else.

“Fine.” Zonta grunted. “But…But just the…the bare minimum.”

Kasan laughed and patted him on the head.

“You’re a saint Zo…a total saint.”

Zonta was mildly satisfied to see a still helpless Aosh having both ears twisted by an irate Max. But the jeers started as soon as he turned away, and he didn’t get more then five steps before Max had rushed after him and wrapped small arms around Zonta’s massive left leg, trying to stop him.

“No Zonta no!” Max ordered, only to be scooped up by Kasan.

“Now, now Gisho. Gabriel will be safe with Zonta. Safe.” Kasan soothed and gave Zonta a go ahead nod.

“Safe!?! No safe! No SEX!!” Max snapped, struggling in Kasan’s embrace.

Feeling incredibly guilty, and unable to come close to pushing it away, Zonta marched away at a brisk pace.

“Damn it Kasan! Put me down! You’re all a bunch of perverts! Sex food, sex mirrors, sex baths…sex everything!” Max roared. “You’d better put a condom on you damn horny housecat! No dots Zonta! No dots in Gabriel!!”

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Zonta kicked his door shut behind him, and made damn sure that it was locked. Max’s words rung in his ears, and the guilt was piling up.

At the moment Gabriel was practically incapable of saying no, but his next of kin certainly had said it enough. Zonta’s ears flattened as he set Gabriel down on his bed, and he whined in his throat.

HE didn’t want to do this!

Though certainly the little Nikea was extremely attractive to his eye, and perhaps after a few years of courtship and consent they could enjoy one another. But this was wrong!

“Damn you Aosh!” Zonta hissed as he turned away from Gabriel, and he started to pace out of irritation.

Okay…okay…he needed to relax and think. Kasan was right…all he had to do was pleasure Gabriel with his…hand or something. It was simple, and unobtrusive as far as sexual acts went. Yes…that was what he was going to have to do.

Suddenly Zonta found his head being jerked back hard by a firm grip on his braid. He stumbled backwards and cried out in surprise when a foot shoved into the backs of each of his knees, buckling them.

He crashed down on his bed, and before he knew what was going on he had a devious grin wearing Gabriel slowly crawling up his body.

Zonta gasped as Gabriel’s tongue slipped pasted small, pretty lips to play along his right nipple.

Lap…Lap….circle….lap….bad thing…bad thing…

Zonta shivered after another long, slow lap and he gasped when Gabriel closed his mouth around the little nub, his small human teeth sinking into the flesh around it. Zonta arched slightly, a ripple running down his spine. Gabriel growled in his throat, which reverberated into Zonta’s flesh, earning another shiver of pleasure from the Kyashin.

His fingers curled into Gabriel’s smooth locks, but he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. He didn’t want to pull Gabriel away, might hurt the man after all.

The human pulled up with a wet pop, and his fingers curled around Zonta’s wrist.

“Ah-ha…un…..” Zonta panted as Gabriel’s lips and tongue pressed against his captive wrist.

Damn sensitive spots!

Licking, biting, sucking….Gabriel worked his way up Zonta’s arm until he reached the inside of his elbow. Zonta gasped and his whole body trembled as Gabriel attacked the spot.

Zonta knew he was sensitive there as well….but how had Gabriel known?! Still…he couldn’t quite bring himself to stop the human just yet.

But this did have to stop he reminded himself, and with a twist he managed to free his arm from Gabriel’s mouthy ministrations.

Though it hardly seemed to deter Nikea. Gabriel just grinned at him and bit sharply at Zonta’s chest once more. He slid up Zonta’s body as if he were made of lightning, and then the red-head found himself staring into two pretty blue eyes right before his lips were claimed once again.

This really had to stop.

His blood was already heating up…and pooling…which much to Zonta’s embarrassment was causing things to…thicken.

He brought his hands up, aiming for Gabriel’s shoulders. But again the human caught his wrists, and Zonta didn’t have enough fight in him to stop his hands from being pushed down above his head.

Well…it was just a kiss….kisses were harmless…right?

Gabriel’s tongue was nimble and quick, swiping over the roof of Zonta’s mouth, tickling slightly, and Zonta couldn’t hold back another full bodied shiver. So much smaller then he was used too…almost as if there were another warm little teasing creature in his mouth.

He moaned softly into Gabriel’s mouth as he felt something soft and smooth brushing across his wrists. It took a minute, but he soon realized that it was his own braid.

That was a new one, he had never though of trying that before.
Suddenly Gabriel sat up, pulling at something firmly and Zonta’s hands were pulled together tightly.

“What that…” Zonta murmured.

He tried to pull his hands back, but when he did there was a painful tug at the back of his head.

Sitting on top of his stomach Gabriel grinned that toothy, shark grin at him. Smug was what it was….why so…..Zonta craned his head back as far as he could to try and see what the human had done.

Around his wrists was a big red knot and eh could see his braid intertwined around the wooden pillars of his headboard. He pulled again and watched his braid tighten right before he felt the pain.

Then it clicked.

His hair…Gabriel had him restrained with his own damn hair.

“Sneaky little devil.” Zonta thought.

He could still see the slight glow in Gabriel’s eyes so he knew the Chera was still very much in his system. But clearly Gabriel was not as affected by it as Max had been. Which didn’t make any sense….they size difference between the two siblings was not drastic…four or five inches maybe.

“Hmmmm…” Gabriel hummed in his throat as he slid back until his bottom was firmly atop Zonta’s more then half erect member. “Oooooh.”

Zonta could do little more then watch as Gabriel pursed his lips and began to rhythmically rock his upper body from side to side. His lips were moving slightly, but Zonta could quite hear what he was saying.

He didn’t have long to try and focus on that though, because only after a minute or so Gabriel began to move his bottom to his hidden rhythm as well.

“Oh no….Nikea don’t do that…” Zonta groaned as Gabriel’s barely covered ass rocked around on his not nearly protected enough cock.

But despite his squirming, the human didn’t budge. In fact it only served to make it worse

It certainly didn’t take long for the pressure of that wicked bottom to have him fully erect either. What was worse was that Gabriel obviously knew it and was amused by it.

Embarrassment mounting quickly Zonta simply reacted.

Popping his hips as hard as he could Zonta shoved a surprised Gabriel off of him and into the air. Perhaps not the wisest choice in regards to the human’s safety, but thankfully Gabriel landed on his feet.

One foot on either side of Zonta’s chest Gabriel put his hands on his hips and looked amused, but swayed slightly. Blushing, Zonta looked away as he spotted the bulge between Gabriel’s own legs.

It wasn’t proper to stare after all.

But his attention drawn back by the sound of rummaging above his head. Turning his eyes back Zonta watched Gabriel search around in his bed box. He wasn’t sure what the human was looking for, he kept all manner of miscellaneous items within the box after all.

“Ah” Gabriel murmured as he pulled out a small carving knife that Zonta had been keeping in there.

Zonta had a pang of worry, whatever would Gabriel want a knife for? He found the little human to be rather adorable, and was quite concerned for his health and happiness. However…being tied up around a person with a knife was not something he enjoyed.

Gabriel took a step back and dropped down between Zonta’s legs before he could close them. Zonta gasped as he felt the cold metal of the knife press against his right thigh. He squirmed, not liking having anything sharp near his genitals or a major vein.

But his concern for his safety turned into a different type of concern as the sharp blade sliced clean through the ties of his clothing.

Two more cuts and then Gabriel carelessly tossed the knife over his shoulder and across the room. Safety hazard of course, but Zonta was in no position to lecture.

As easily as removing a bed cover Gabriel pulled Zonta’s no unsecured clothing off, baring his entire body completely to the open air.

“Nikea!” Zonta gasped. “No! Y-You cant-!

“Ooooh.” Gabriel cooed in amusement as Zonta squirmed, his thick member waving back and forth.

Zonta groaned and tugged futilely at his hair-made bonds as both of Gabriel’s much smaller hands curled around his cock, pumping slightly. Zonta’s eyes rolled back….oh…oh that felt good. But still….

“N-no…b-bad…” Zonta panted, remembering that much of English thankfully.

He could think of at least a dozen ways to remove Gabriel. But all involved force that would undoubtedly cause harm. Which was unacceptable.

Gabriel squeezed him firmly, almost experimentally, and slapped him against his own stomach. Nikea giggled and Zonta blushed as his leaking fluids smeared across his belly.

“Zonta all biiiig.” Gabriel slurred, even as he continued.

His name, all, and big….yes Zonta could understand those words…and he blushed fiercely.

Actually he did not consider himself overly large, especially not when taking his height into consideration. He was really only a bit above Kyashin average. But to a little human….he was probably enormous.

Zonta squirmed some more, and couldn’t help but tug at his hair again as Gabriel’s fingers tightened at his base, squeezing him hard. The human pumped firmly, forcing more and more of his lubricating fluids out. Fluids that rand down his shaft and Gabriel’s hands, causing both to slip against one another and glisten in the soft light of the bedroom.

“O-Okay…unnn.” Zonta panted. “Gabriel can stop n-now.”

Even thought he had spoken in Hinta the human suddenly did release him, which only made his member ache unpleasantly. But then Gabriel’s hands slid down, massaging the insides of his thighs gently.

“Mmmm…Zzzzonta.” Gabriel purred, seemingly enjoying drawing out his name.

Zonta tilted his head up, almost afraid to look. His fears were founded however, as Gabriel’s smiling face was entirely too close to his aching member.

His whole body was flushed now, and pulsed as Gabriel leaned in slightly and laid a slow, soft, open mouthed kiss over his tip.

“Ungh….” Zonta groaned as Gabriel kissed him again, and his tongue slowly traced around the tip. Zonta gasped and struggled as best he could as Nikea tongue circled his cock under his protective foreskin, and shivered when teeth gently pushed it back, and then drug across the tip.

“UN…Nikea….w-wait.” Zonta moaned. “Oh no…oh don’t do thaaaaat.”

Zonta’s eyes rolled back in his had as the warm, wet heat of Gabriel’s mouth enveloped him.

Up, down.

Up, down.

Up, down.

The slow bob of Nikea’s head felt so damn good, too damn good actually, yet was close to torture. With every downward pushed Zonta found more and more of himself being pulled into the human’s mouth.

Finally when half of his cock was enclosed Zonta forced his eyes to focus, only to meet Gabriel’s eyes head on. Zonta swallowed, his whole body tightening at the sight of Gabriel’s small mouth, tight mouth, wrapped around him.

His lips…so pretty and pink…lips that smiled wickedly from around his cock.

Gabriel sunk a little further down and Zonta groaned low as he felt his tip hit the back of Gabriel’s throat. In spite of himself he was a little inwardly disappointed…halfway and the limit was reached.

A little closer and Gabriel gagged slightly, coming off of Zonta with a small retch and a cough. The cool air of the room made his wet cock tingle slightly and Gabriel’s fingers curled around him again, pumping slowly as his nimble little tongue glided over Zonta’s balls.

Zonta whimpered, and he jumped, jerking his hair painfully as Gabriel gently pulled part of one of his balls into his mouth. It was not pleasure like the pumping hand, or the sweet mouth, but Zonta sort of enjoyed it all the same.

Gabriel released him, and Zonta could both see and feel more fluid weeping out of him as Gabriel’s tongue ran up his backs, connected with his shaft and licked a long wet line from his base to the very top of his tip.

It was teasing as hell, but he couldn’t do much of anything to stop it. Gabriel stiffened his lips, forming a tight ring that had Zonta panting as it slide back down him. He felt the back of Gabriel’s throat again, and Nikea’s hand curled around the unswallowed portion of him again.

“Ah….unn…God….” Zonta whimpered as Gabriel worked his mouth and hand over him.

He had to resist the urge to thrust up into the wet heat of Gabriel’s mouth, especially when the human started adding suction into the mix. The soft, wet noises of Gabriel’s mouth made Zonta want to blush, but he didn’t seem to have any extra blood left for it.

He felt light headed as it was, and he didn’t think he had ever been as hard as he was right now at any other time in his life.

Suddenly Gabriel’s hand left him, and Zonta’s toes curled as Gabriel pushed down, forcing more of Zonta down his throat. A throat that convulsed around Zonta’s throbbing cock, causing him to whimper helplessly.

“Un…n-n-no…gasp Nikea, I’m too big.” Zonta protested. “You’ll choke.”

Gabriel got further down then he had before, but sure enough he soon gagged again. He coughed with Zonta still deep down, a sound and feeling that the Kyashin was embarrassed to kind of like.

Nikea tried to recover, but a moment later he came up with a gasp. After a few deep breathes the human snarled, and let out a frustrated growl. Zonta tried to twist his hips away, but Gabriel pressed down on them hard, and pushed his mouth back down on Zonta’s wet cock.

“Ungh….a-ah-ha…..N-Nikea….Gabriel 230;y-you…re-really shouldn’t-” Zonta struggled as the human took him in again.

Zonta watched with amazement as Gabriel slipped lower then his last point.

“Oh God…oh God…oh God.” Zonta panted breathlessly as more and more of him slid down the human’s throat until finally with one last determined push his lips sealed to Zonta’s pelvis. Zonta couldn’t help but arch his back and hiss with pleasure at the feeling.

But of course the act of doing that shoved himself a little deeper down Gabriel’s throat. Nikea made a noise, muffled but an obvious sound of struggle. He didn’t come up though, he just wiggled his tongue and slowly twisted his head from side to side.

Finally after a brief, but impressive time, Gabriel slowly began to rise, until he came off of Zonta with a wet gasp. The sight made the large Kyashin’s body tighten and pupils dilate.

All over and around Gabriel’s lips Zonta’s fluids glistened, and for a short moment a thick line of his fluid and Gabriel’s saliva hung connected between the tip of his cock and the tip center of Gabriel’s tongue inside his opened O mouth.

It was quite dirty…and incredibly arousing.

Panting softly through his nose Gabriel closed his mouth and gathered up, right before spitting off to the side of the bed.

“Boy…dun yew leak a lot.” Gabriel murmured.

Zonta winced slightly, first a knife and now mess….how he hated untidiness. No time to sulk however as Gabriel’s hand soon curled back around him and with one cock pleasing suck Zonta was pulled back into his mouth.

Zonta groaned and stretched his body, which was practically throbbing in tune with his cock. Wasn’t Gabriel supposed to be the one desperate to climax?

Up and down. Up and down. Zonta’s desperation for breath only increased with the steady march of Gabriel’s mouth and hand. He fought with the knot at his wrists, but it didn’t’ budge.

Ridiculously tight is what it was…how could hair be used so? Again his only chance at escape seemed to be to rip out his own braid.

Not acceptable…and he didn’t’ even want loose at this point. He wanted to spill, oh yes, that was what he wanted. But he couldn’t cum in the little human’s mouth, he just couldn’t. But God oh God did he WANT TO.

So close…so…ungh….close.

It built and built, the hot tingling rush surging up his shaft, collecting and buzzing in his tip. Then it started in his legs, his toes curling, his calves locking, his thighs trembling. On to the stomach, the muscles of which tightened and trembled. Into the chest, his breathing turning into rapid, desperate pants. Needy, uncontrolled grunts and gasps spilled from his mouth.

His head tilted back, pushing him up against his beck started to arch. His eyes rolled back, then closed against his will. Almost…almost….

“Yes…yes…y-yes… ;.” Zonta gasped breathlessly as the final pushed started.

But just as he was about to pass the point of no return, Gabriel pulled off of him with a wet pop.

All the air in Zonta’s body rushed out in one loud, frustrated, needy sigh, and he collapsed bonelessly to the bed. He could feel it, right there…throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. Begging, DEMANDING to be let OUT.

It wasn’t a leak at this point, it was a steady flow, pouring down his cock and running down the muscle lines of his stomach. He was hard enough, wet enough, ready enjoy to penetrate even the tightest hole.

But alas….denied.

“Not ye-et.” Gabriel chirped before giggling.

Popping up to his feet Gabriel stepped forward on the bed until he was standing above Zonta, one foot on either side of his belly. Panting to catch his breath Zonta looked up at the human, doing everything he could to ignore the demanding throb in his cock, which made him visibly twitch and pulse.

Gabriel spun around, giving Zonta his back. Then he started to move, shaking his hips back and forth. Which of course got his ass moving….

Gabriel’s hands smoothed down his lower back, and over his bouncing ass…and then clothing started to come off.

Zonta watched as ties were undone, and those that wouldn’t come loose were ripped savagely. A soft sound reached Zonta’s ears, and he realized that it was singing.

Singing, dancing…stripping….Zonta swallowed thickly.

With a dramatic toss of his arm Gabriel’s clothing came off and flew across the room.

“O-Oh my…” Zonta whispered as he found himself with an absolutely gorgeous ass only a few feet away. It was round and firm and…and oh did it look tight. Zonta could also swear he could see a little heart in the muscles of Gabriel’s lower back and butt.

There was a long, jagged scar running down the middle of Gabriel’s left ass cheek, but it hardly took away from the beauty.

Gabriel’s sensual movement increased, his entire body getting into it now. Zonta tried to look elsewhere, but the swaying, popping ass was quite enthralling.

Then his dancing became…dirtier. Dipping down and thrusting out, and Zonta could clearly see his small, little opening now.

He swallowed again…God…could he even fit in there? So tiny…but then again…what was Gabriel planning? Was…was Gabriel planning to ride him?!

The thought was almost enough to make Zonta hyperventilate. He couldn’t even guess at how tight it would be…crushing no doubt.

“I’m so sorry sweetie Zonta for the fear that I’ve caused; you might think that I’m no good but oh babe you’d be so wrong.” Gabriel sung sweetly, the slight slur still in his voice. But there was a hot edge to his voice, desire….lust…it was there.

He dipped down again, but didn’t stop this time. Instead he sat right down on Zonta’s thighs. The human pushed back and the giant Kyashin moaned low and loud as the split on Gabriel’s ass slide right across his cock, sandwiching it against his belly.

“Gaaaaaabriel.” Zonta groaned as the man started to move again, basically dancing right on top of his cock.

“Mmmm…but you’ve seen something tragic; so I’ll show you some magic.”

Zonta’s slick member slid so easily between those cheeks, rubbing over the opening that the primal part of him wanted desperately to be buried in, and it didn’t help matters that the human shivered with each pass.

“I know you really have to have it-”

God…he really was going to try to ride him! Zonta didn’t’ know whether to panic or drool to be honest. He was just too big! Surely Gabriel would need a great deal of preparation so such a thing to work no matter how slick Zonta was. Didn’t he realize that? Or was the drug overpowering all his logical thinking? That had to be it, that’s what an overdose did after all…so now the only question was how he was going to stop the human from ripping himself.

“-And ah; in a minute I’ll be inside your walls-”

Zonta squirmed and gasped as Gabriel continued to glide over him.

“-Hear your screams echo through the ha-allllls.”

That was it…he was going to die. His cock had become so hard and engorged that it would soon explode like a bomb and kill both of them.

…Zonta imagined it would be quite a tale in the records.

“Now watch it!”

Gabriel sprang off of Zonta, landing right on his feet. He continued to dance above Zonta, his ass slick and glistening with the Kyashin’s fluids. Only it was more aggressive now, more provocative then before.

Swiveling and dipping, a shake and a pop….all serving to tease the hell out of the poor captive Kyashin.

Zonta had seen professional exotic dancers, thanks to Aosh, who couldn’t hold a candle to the skill the human was displaying. He was having to swallow constantly so as not to choke on his own saliva.

Finally Gabriel stopped, on hand on his hip, posed perfectly he half turned, looking back at Zonta with one eye that was framed perfectly by his hair and the near sparkling flower on his face.

“Start…now.” Gabriel purred.

Reaching over to the other side of Zonta’s bed Gabriel snagged the full body pillow that Zonta slept with between his legs to keep his back straight. Without another word Gabriel dropped back down between Zonta’s legs, and the Kyashin couldn’t help but whimper. To be brought so close and then teased like this…ignored for several minutes now…so cruel.

Gabriel’s hands clenched the back of Zonta’s thighs below the knee, and he pushed up hard. Zonta yelped as his lower half came up off of the bed, and before he could touch back down Gabriel’s hands grabbed his ass. Grunting with exertion the human pushed and pushed, inching Zonta’s bottom and lower back up into the air.

Zonta wasn’t really sure why the human would want to bend him in half, but he tried to help by pulling up his legs. His feet connected with his shelves above his head, and he did his best to hook his feet onto one of them with his toes, holding himself up for…whatever.

Hopefully it wouldn’t take long….this was not a comfortable position.

Gabriel released him quickly, and the next thing he knew his body pillow was folded in half and shoved under him. The effect of which kept his ass at an angle even after Zonta released his legs from above his head.

Zonta started to bring his legs back down, but Gabriel stopped him. Not nice…though if he really wanted to he could easily overpower the human, but again that would probably just cause injury.

Zonta stared up at Gabriel, and was just able to see him past the round orbs of his balls. Which…was a pretty weird sight all things considered. Zonta wasn’t exactly used to his own balls blocking his view of something.

But more importantly….what was he do---Zonta yelped, jumping slightly, which tugged painfully at his hair, as Gabriel bit firmly into the meat of his ass.

The spot ached a bit, but Zonta could hardly rub at it in his current position now could he? But he was quickly distracted by the feel of hot breath right on his….

“Oh dear….” Zonta gasped. “Oh no…Gabriel wait…don’t-Ahhhh…ah-ha-ha….saa….unnnn…. ”

Zonta squirmed helplessly as Gabriel’s small, warm tongue slid over his own opening. Given the position perhaps he should have seen this coming…but to be honest the last thing Zonta had been expecting was…this.

He was suddenly very grateful for his through hygiene habits.

“Unnnn fffff-” Zonta hissed, biting bottom lip as Gabriel’s wet tongue danced across him, sending the sensitive nerves there into a pleasurable conniption.

Nikea’s tongue was so much smaller then a Kyashin’s, but it was nimble and energetic. Soon the rapid, dancing laps had Zonta’s legs trembling something terrible.

However all of this only made his poor, neglect cock ache even worse. He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but experiencing was believing in this case. His cock continued to leak, the downward angle allowing his lubricating fluid to run all over his stomach, and now it was coming over his chest.

“N-Nikea…ah! W-Would you, unnn no! Ah-ha-ha….rimming bad Nikea! Bad! Stop licking--oh God…You’re…the one who is supposed --gasp!-- be des-desperate to c-c-cum…unnn….not me!” Zonta stammered.

His tongue never ceasing its teasing torment Gabriel’s left hand blessedly found Zonta’s member-in-need and began to stroke it slowly.

The action had undertones of -shut the hell up you- buried under it but Zonta didn’t care now.

“Oh…okay…un…yes…more of that please. I really must insist…” Zonta panted.

But in only a few moments Gabriel’s hand was liberally coated, and he stopped all his actions to stare at it in puzzlement.

“Gabriel PLEASE!” Zonta huffed.

This wasn’t fair! It was backwards and not very dignified at all and…and…and he couldn’t take much more!

Gabriel rubbed his fingers together slowly…and then his face lit up.

“Ah” Gabriel purred.

The hand went away, and Zonta whimpered in disappointment. He wasn’t kept waiting long however as two slick little digits suddenly plunged into his ass.
Zonta gasped, more out of surprise then anything, and clenched around the probing appendages. They were too small to be painful really, but it was still a shocking intrusion.

He wasn’t prepared for it at all, nor when the little fingers started to thrust back and forth, scissoring inside of him. He wiggled his bottom, and then there was another finger slipping into him.

Granted Zonta wasn’t exactly a…stranger to penetration. He was nothing if not pragmatic after all. One day he would enter a heat himself, and then he would take his own consort. However it was possible that he would meet someone and that person would be male, who would go into heat before him, and thus he would be the one who was taken.

So with such a future being possible he had felt it would be wise to learn his body and what he liked, or even he even liked it. Because if it turned out he didn’t like it, then he would know ahead of time and take steps to prevent being forced into such a position for the duration.

Not that it had been easy to experiment with the…toys he had procured. Not with Aosh lurking like a shokan just waiting to pounce. God only knew what would happen if his lecher twin caught him with a bottom full.

A forth finger popped in and now Zonta could clearly feel the stretch. Oh God…Gabriel could probably shove his whole handing in if he wanted.

Oh PLEASE God don’t let him want that….

Thankfully the fingers retreated, only for three to return the moment Gabriel snuck around Zonta’s hip and slid his mouth back over Zonta’s cock.

Now while the back of Gabriel’s once again bobbing head wasn’t the enthralling sight his face had been, at the feel of that wondrous, wet heat around him again Zonta didn’t’ really care. Honestly Gabriel could stick just about anything he wanted in there, with deference to safety of course, and Zonta wouldn’t care…just as long as he didn’t stop.

Zonta writhed on the bed as Gabriel sucked hard on him. He barely noticed the probing digits, he was too focused on the hard pulls of Nikea’s mouth. His scalp was getting sore from all the tugging his hair was taking however.

But he couldn’t help it, and he couldn’t believe that all his squirming hadn’t loosened the knot in the slightest.

But that didn’t matter, because he was almost there.

Please…almost…..yes…yessss……< br>
Again Gabriel pulled off of him at the last possible moment. It was like the man could sense it something!

Zonta whined in his throat, loud and needy. Gabriel seemed to ignore him like the meany he was showing himself to be. After all Zonta had done to try and help him. He hadn’t asked to be tied up and sucked on after all! The least the man could do was finish what he damn well started!

Gabriel slipped back around Zonta’s hip and he pushed Zonta’s bottom back up a bit, and the fingers inside of Zonta sissored wide.

The next thing he knew there was warm fluid pouring right into him. Zonta grimaced in spite of himself, now he felt all wet and squishy inside. It wasn’t just salvia either…no…too much for that.

Then it clicked.

Gabriel had been collecting his fluid in his mouth the entire time.

“His fingers….he’s trying to open me..” Zonta thought. “And now I’m slick inside and…oh…oh dear.”

Gabriel’s hand came up, curling around Zonta once again, pumping more fluid out of the Kyashin. It only took a few moments for the human’s hand to be coated, and again he left Zonta to throb and ache.

Gabriel came up to his knees, and then he pushed Zonta’s legs apart to slip between them. Zonta couldn’t’ see anything below Gabriel’s sternum, but he could tell the man was slicking himself. Odd….but then again Kasan had mentioned that Max did not lubricate much.

Zonta’s cock twitched mournfully as he realized that he wasn’t going to be entering anyone. No…it appeared that he was the one who was about to have a flesh filling. He sighed mentally, not…exactly what he would have expected but…perhaps it was for the best in the long term. This way the human couldn’t be upset about being drugged and taken against his will.

Though…Zonta looked up at his restrained wrists. He hadn’t exactly given consent to this.

Not that the turn of events bothered him all that much, now he wouldn’t have to feel guilty about plundering little Nikea’s body.

He was still going to beat Aosh though.

Besides…from the scraps of information on Max’s body, that Zonta had not wanted to know, that Kasan had blathered on about anyway…he probably would not feel much. If Kasan could envelope Max in one hand as he claimed, the would put the blond human somewhere in the six inch range by Zonta’s calculations. Now if that was the human norm, factoring in that Gabriel was only a few inches taller, then it wasn’t like he was about to be split apart.

Zonta shivered as the tip of Gabriel rubbed against his opening. It was quite odd, the fact that he was about to be filled by a member he hadn’t even seen before. Just felt off…felt like he should at least be familiar with something that was going to penetrate him.

If Gabriel could even get in him that was.

The human started to push, and Zonta tried to relax, no use in fighting him after all. But he was hardly open and read, Gabriel’s much smaller fingers couldn’t exactly pull off what a full grown Kyashin could. Tightness of the body was not exactly something Zonta could control.

Zonta gasped as his muscles relented after a small fight and the tip of Nikea breached him. He had to admit…he did like that feeling. The breach…the slow opening.

A little deeper…Nikea groaned softly as he slid in. There was more then enough lubricant, but Zonta knew he was still very tight, perhaps too tight for a human. But for him it wasn’t bad at all. But he knew he was tight, he’d never allowed another male to top him, and it had been a few years since he had played.

The dull ache that he knew accompanied penetration was light and hardly noticeable. Gabriel didn’t have enough girth to even come close to his limit. His spot wasn’t all that far in, but in comparison he had to wonder if Gabriel would be able to reach it. He hoped so, if he had to go along with this he would like tot be able to enjoy it a bit.

Gabriel continued to push forward with small thrusts, pulling back and pushing deeper. Zonta tried to gauge it, but his insides were hardly useful for accurate measurement calculations. But it had to be getting close.

“Fffffuuuuck….” Gabriel gasped as he slide deeper inside. Zonta started to pant a little as Gabriel brushed right past the spot Zonta wanted.

Good….

Zonta bit down on his bottom lip. Now it was just a matter of angle.

Gabriel groaned as Zonta flexed himself, clamping down on him for a moment. He had to admit, he rather liked causing that noise…and if he could be denied for so long…well nothing in the rules said he couldn’t be a little bit evil too.

Hips would meet his body anytime now…and then….FINALLY…he could have his release. Surely Gabriel wouldn’t make him wait much longer right?

…Right?

Zonta whimpered as his cock pulsed, horrified at the thought that be might be denied entirely.

Deeper still…deeper…..

Zonta’s eyes widened. That…was certainly more then….a lot more then…Gabriel hesitated for a moment, then his hips napped forward, plunging himself to the hilt within Zonta.

Both of them moaned together at the feeling. Zonta trembled, wanting to do so many things a that moment, but was too worried that it would cause pain to one of them to attempt.

“Z-Zonta…fuck…tight…” Gabriel panted.

He didn’t quite understand that, but Zonta could catch the general meaning.

“Gabriel…not…small.” Zonta returned.

Not as large as a full grown Kyashin, but…impressively close for one so small. He couldn’t be certain from just the feel, but if he HAD to label it….he would probably put Gabriel in a bit under Kyashin average. In length that was, in thickness he was probably half of what Zonta himself was.

But if what Kasan had said of Max was the norm…then Gabriel would be huge by human standards.

Gabriel pulled back, and gave a hesitant, experimental, all too light, thrust. The angle was almost right, and the jolt that surged up Zonta’s already demanding cock had his toes curling.

“Yes! Right there please!” Zonta groaned.

If anything Gabriel reminded him very much of his once favorite toy. One he still missed in his desperate moments. But he had had to dispose of it when Aosh had come a little too close to discovering.

He had found that he actually liked a little smaller if it had to go in him. Too deep and his guts started to ache. Too wide and he felt like he was going to rip. But this…it was actually…comfortable in a way. Snug is what he could call it. He was full but not uncomfortably so, spread open but not busting.

Perfect fit.

Gabriel pulled back again, his wet, naked flesh gliding deliciously against Zonta’s insides and the next thrust had them both groaning. Gabriel form the incredible, muscled tightness wrapped around him. Zonta from the slow pace, denying him the speedy release he so desperately craved.

“Please little one…” Zonta gasped. “M-My hands…please let me have my hands.”

Hell…with just one hand he could have what he desperately needed in under a minute…and he wasn’t above begging to get it.

However while Gabriel certainly must have heard Zonta’s plea, the human clearly didn’t’ understand or pay it much heed.

Instead of releasing Zonta’s hands, Gabriel’s hips gave another thrust, then another, then another.

Finally the sounds of flesh impacting flesh filled the room as Gabriel set a generous pace. Zonta shifted his lower half….if he could just….just….

Zonta threw his head back and moaned wantonly as his efforts paid off. Perfect angle and Gabriel’s cock pressed right into Zonta’s spot with each thrust, and rubbed against it with each withdrawal.

Gabriel took notice of this, adding more snap to his hips with a feral, growling laugh. Zonta trembled, his toes curling as he intertwined his legs. He wanted to wrap them around Gabriel, but the best he could manage was around his upper chest a bit. He couldn’t squeeze tight like he wanted…might break a rib.

Thrust in, slide out.
Zonta gasped and squirmed, fighting against his bonds as each thrust sent a hot pulse up his cock. This had to be what heat feel like…a thundering, desperate need to spill that grew more and more urgent with each passing moment.

His whole body was slick with sweat…maybe…maybe he could use that. If he could get his hair cuffs wet enough…maybe he could-

“Zoooooonnntaaaa.” Gabriel purred, a hot wicked edge under his name.

Another thrust sent Zonta’s eyes back, and when he finally placed his gaze on the human his pupils dilated so quickly he thought he had gone blind for a moment.

Gabriel’s lips were only a fraction of an inch away from Zonta’s weeping tip, and the Kyashin could clearly feel each hot pant of breath as Nikea drove into him. The human’s pink tongue darted across his lips, wetting them as he grinned wickedly.

Zonta’s hips jerked involuntarily, smacking himself against those sinful lips for an all too brief moment.

“Please…please…” Zonta panted desperately.

He bit down on his bicep and watched out of the corner of his eye as Gabriel’s lips slid over him. The human’s height combined with Zonta’s length made it easy in this position. All Gabriel had to do was lean down a bit. He couldn’t get real far, a little less then halfway, but it was more then enough.

Both hands joined his mouth and Gabriel growled around Zonta as the Kyashin whimpered and squirmed.

To hell with getting free. To hell with what was proper. All Zonta wanted to do was release the screaming pressure in his loins.

Gabriel’s bobbing mouth and hands matched his thrusts within Zonta, and the red head arched up off the bed after a particularly satisfying thrust.
Warm, wet, hard, deep, tongue, fuckfuckyesyesyes!

Zonta practically started to hyperventilate as the rush started to rise and his body started to tighten.

‘Y-Yesss….” Zonta whimpered. “Close…close…pleasepleaseplease!”

Gabriel groaned around Zonta, sending a shiver through the Kyashin. There was little doubt that he noticed the tightening of Zonta’s body.

“Unnn…ha-haaaa…f-ffff…unnn….y- y-yes….ah!…UnnnnGoooooddddd!” Zonta half moaned, half screamed as he peaked.

His hips jerked, accidentally pulling himself out of Gabriel’s moth. But it didn’t matter. His seed exploded out of him in hot, thick, heavy spurts. Zonta writhed on the bed, clamping down hard on the cock inside of him. Gabriel groaned throatily, this thrusts losing their smooth glide. But his hands didn’t.

He squeezed hard, pumping Zonta’s cock firmly, helping to push every drop of Zonta’s cum out of his body. Doing so angled it towards Zonta however, and his seed splattered all over himself.

So much pressure…all over his belly, over his chest, onto his throat. Some splashed onto his forehead, his cheeks, over his own lips.

Gabriel gasped and panted as his hands left Zonta’s twitching, still slightly releasing cock, to dig into the thighs around his chest.

He trembled inside of Zonta, but seemed to be given pause by the quite inhuman tightness of the Kyashin.

Mind half fogged over, and the taste of his own seed on his lips Zonta used his stomach muscles to pull his ass up, then push it back down. He worked himself over Gabriel’s cock, squeezing it, milking it.

The human gasped, and trembled between his legs, but Zonta pressed on.

In, out. In, out. Full, empty. Full, empty.

Finally a tremor ran through Nikea, and he went ridged with a low, throaty groan spilling out of him. He spasmed inside Zonta, and the Kyashin tiled his head back in a low, open mouthed moan as he felt Gabriel’s hot, wet, thick release inside of his body.

“Mmmm…” Zonta purred as he tightened his legs around the human, keeping him tight against, and deep inside, of him. He couldn’t help but squeeze down on the cock spilling inside his ass. The act of doing so felt very nice, and he enjoyed Nikea’s reaction.

This was something he had certainly never gotten out of one of his pleasure aids.

But finally, after a languid five or so minutes, Gabriel grew soft enough that Zonta’s tight muscles pushed him right out. The human said back on his heels, looking pleased, drugged, and weary as he panted softly.

Zonta swallowed, his saliva was thick, and the taste of himself remained. No surprise considering he was covered in his own see, with Gabriel’s inside of him. The only way to he could remove it from his lips in his current position was to lap it up…almost tempting…if Gabriel was watching.

“Could you..” Zonta panted as he tugged on his hair. “Release me now?”

He really should have been trying to use what English he knew, but his brain still wasn’t quite working.

Gabriel looked smug, but he crawled over Zonta’s belly, his wet cock slide against Zonta’s own. He was able to catch a peak before it slide across, and pressed into his seed coated belly.

Clearly Kasan’s proclaimed measurements did not apply to all humans.

Zonta watched as Gabriel’s hand came up, and tugged at one rope of his hair. With that one tug the whole knot came undone and he was free.

“You have to be kidding me….” Zonta gasped.

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Now fully clothed one again Zonta did yet another full body check, his sixteenth one to be exact. He had been very through in his cleansing, but it would cost him dearly if someone, namely Aosh, discovered fluid or…something.

Gabriel’s bites and scratches that sat on his flesh couldn’t be helped, but he had done his best to cover them up. He needed to get back soon, he wasn’t sure how long they had been gone exactly but it felt like it had been quite a while.

His ears flattened to his skull and he whined in his throat. He wasn’t going to hear the end of this for a while.

Looking back at his bed Zonta had to smile at the sight of the dozen human. It wasn’t uncommon for a person to fall into a deep sleep after an overdose of Chera. Max had done the same so Zonta wasn’t worried.

Nikea’s skin still had a glisten to it, even though Zonta had done his best to clean him up as well. Curiously Gabriel had no hair around his…private area.

But that was a mystery for another time. For now…he had abuse to suffer.

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It started as soon as he entered the room. He had hoped at least a few of them would have finished their meals and moved on to their own business. But no…they had waited for him to return it seemed.

Aosh whistled at him, grinning like the letch he was. Someone a cat call, Jolan probably, but Zonta didn’t’ have time to pay attention as a little Max bomb fell upon him.

“Gabriel! Where Gabriel Zonta?!” Max demanded as he slapped Zonta’s covered belly, right on one of his sibling’s bites as it were.

“Um…sleeping.” Zonta offered feebly.

Max’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Sleeping…why…” Then he growled. “Oh you son of a bitch!!” Max stamped his foot on the floor and pointed up at Zonta’s face. “Sex with Gabriel Zonta?! Bad Zonta! Bad! Bad! Bad!”

He stamped his foot with each repeat, and Zonta didn’t have a clue on how to defend himself.

Yes he had had sex with Gabriel, but he had not planned on it, nor been the reason it had transpired. Max was likely thinking that Gabriel’s situation mirrored his own, but Zonta could hardly tell him the truth.

Heckling was unavoidably was it was, but if his siblings found out that he had been tied and filled by a male who was three feet shorter and at the very least four hundred pounds lighter…God…he didn’t even want to think about it.

However he had to do more them verbally defend himself as Max’s fist cocked back. It smashed into the back of Zonta’s hand as he was just barely able to cover himself.

“A little help here!” Zonta snapped as he glared at Kasan.

The throwback Kyashin smiled, but he did step up and snap the irate human.

“Damn it Kasan!” Max shouted, kicking his feet as Kasan lifted him up in the air. “What the hell is wrong with this planet?! You see a butt and you have to hump it?! Do we have a sign over it with an arrow saying filling needed?! NO we don’t!”

Well….a few of those words had been in Zonta’s English lesson, but he did get the upset meaning behind it. Doing his best to ignore the feet thumping against his chest Zonta leaned in close to Max’s left ear.

“Zonta no have sex with Gabriel.” He whispered. “No inside at all…promise.”

Max pulled his head back and eyed Zonta suspiciously as he crossed his arms. But despite the evil look he didn’t attack Zonta again once Kasan set him back down onto his feet. Kasan looked amused, and Zonta could hear his brothers giggling.

“Not even a little?” Kasan murmured. Of course his damn sensitive ears would have picked up Zonta’s words. But Zonta held his hand up in a pledge.

“My activity was at the bare minimum. Just as I said it would.”

Technically that was the truth…but he could almost feel questions and comments bubbling up inside everyone, just waiting to bombard him.

But he was saved from the inquisition when everyone’s attention was drawn by the door opening once more. Zonta himself couldn’t believe it when a slightly groggy looking Gabriel came walking in.

“Well….that was…different.” Gabriel said inside of a yawn.

Zonta’s jaw almost dropped to be honest. It wasn’t the fact that Gabriel was once again clad in his former attire, how he had found the clothing was a puzzle, but Zonta was glad he had washed them.

Now it was because he had appeared at all. No one should have recovered so fast from an overdose, Gabriel should have been out for hours at least. What kind of tolerance did the man have?

“Gabriel!” Max cried out, running over and embracing his sibling protectively as Zonta took his seat next to Kasan. “Are you alright?!”

“Yeah…I think so. Little embarrassed though…I’m…I’m not usually like that. I don’t know what came over me.” Gabriel replied as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and looked embarrassed. “I uh…hope he knows that. I probably…well…um…apologize?”

His hands on Gabriel’s shoulders Max turned his head towards the Kyashins, and he scrunched up his face in a glare.

“Oh don’t you apologize to them for nothing! They sex fooded you!”

Gabriel quirked an eyebrow.

“Sex…fooded?”

“Yeah! See first they put stuff if your food, and then you have to have sex. Then once you have sex they put dots in your butt so they get to have more sex or they die!” Max spat out at a breakneck pace.

Well now Zonta knew the two definitely had that in common.

“Ooookay…” Gabriel pushed out; slowly shaking his had as he tilted it back. “So…Zonta wants to dot my ass so he…doesn’t die from lack of…buttsex? You…you lost me.”

“Well no apparently it was Aosh, he sucks, but…oh God…I can only imagine how huge he has to be, are you alright?” Max half wailed.

“Yeah…I’m peachy…but if that was the plan it certainly backfired.”

“Oh God, no you’ve got dots too and-wait…what? Backfired?”

Gabriel just smiled, and shrugged. Max looked at him blankly for a few moments and then jerked away in shock.

“Oh no you didn’t!” Max snapped. “No you fucking didn’t!”

“Language big brother. Its so unlike you to curse.” Gabriel chuckled.

“Any idea what they are talking about?” Kasan whispered to Zonta.

“Not…really.”

“ThatR 17;s not possible! How could you even….”

“Genetics?”

“Oh screw you and your…your…damn hammer!”

“Hey! I’ll have you know it’s been much more of a curse! Never fully swallowed or inside of someone before. I bet you have been though!” Gabriel shot back.

“It’s not fair! You took all the penis before I got here!” Max cried out.

“…You were born first”

“Well then I left some and you had to get all greedy!” Max wailed, throwing his hands up in the air. “It’s not fair at all! Why do I-argh!”

Max stomped back over and dropped back down in front of Kasan, crossing his arms and legs.

“Love you too big brother.” Gabriel chuckled as he followed.

“Screw you Gabriel.”

“It’s not my fault Zonta likes the buttsex.”

“Screw. You. Gabriel.”

“It’s not my fault Zonta likes the sex….in his butt.”

“Screw you Gabriel!!”

To be continued.