Fiction~~The Last Pure Human~~Ch.
16
“You
know, this didn’t go quite as I’d planned,” Jolan slurred, his lips
swollen and bleeding.
Aosh snorted, wiping
at a cut on his forehead with a ripped piece of loincloth. “No shit.”
Glaring
at his younger brother while he crouched to gather up assorted pieces
of glass, Tisu grumbled under his breath. “It would have been fine if
you’d mentioned Service didn’t start until later.”
“You
need me to do everything for you? I found the recording, I faked the
call from Zonta, and I found out there was going to be service. If you
can’t be bothered to double check the actual time, don’t blame me!”
Tisu
stood up and smacked Aosh in the back of the head and got a snarling
swipe in return.
“Shut
the hell up,” Kasan barked, pushing a tumbled desk upright again. He
winced as one slender leg collapsed and dumped it back onto its side.
Looking around at the room, Kasan cursed quietly under his breath. The
others gave similarly discouraged looks and continued with their own
clean-up efforts.
There were only two
intact screens on
the wall, plus one hanging slantwise with a smoking hole taking up most
of its center. The rest were shattered in pieces on the floor. Hand
comps were scattered over the rugs like leaves. Most of the desks would
have a better chance at walking out the door under their own power than
being returned to a shape even vaguely resembling a piece of furniture.
“Fuck,”
Kasan muttered, throwing his desk onto the pile of broken ones in the
corner. “Father is going to kill us.”
“Of
course he is,” Nolluz said. He wiped a hand over his limp bangs,
brushing them out of his face. “You destroyed the vid room! The main vid room!”
Kasan’s
ears quivered before lying flat against his head. “I destroyed the
room?!”
“We
certainly weren’t the ones foolish enough to start this altercation in
the midst of extremely expensive, and fragile, equipment.” Nolluz said
calmly as he looked down his bloody nose as Kasan.
“You
damn well were! You all
fucking started this!”
“You
can’t blame us for not having a proper hold on your temper. Honestly,
Kasan! I’m amazed your human consort hasn’t tried to run from you, if
you’ve this little control.”
With a
furious snarl, Kasan started for his brother. Jolan and Tisu jumped
between them.
“Kasan,
calm down.” Jolan said, bracing his palms against Kasan’s chest and
getting hit for it in return. He looked back over his shoulder. “And
quit being such an ass, Nolluz!”
Tisu
shoved Nolluz away
to a safer location – ignoring him after he fell sprawling on the other
side of another broken desk – and then glared at Kasan. “I don’t know
what you’re so fucking pissed about still. You got the damn recording.”
“There shouldn’t have been a recording in
the first place.” Kasan glared back.
Tisu
continued to talk as though Kasan hadn’t said a word. He spared a
glance at the youngest brother in the room. “Of course, if someone could have
kept his big mouth shut, maybe you’d still have a reason to be such a shokan.”
Aosh
raised his fingers to flick them an obscene gesture. “Don’t even
give me shit over that,” he said, pausing with a hand full of shards.
“You heard him; he was going to tell Zonta what we’ve been doing unless
he got the video. A beating is one thing, a furious Zonta is something
else entirely. I did not
agree to pay for this with the next few weeks of my life!”
Tisu
and Jolan raised their eyebrows, Jolan snorting dismissively. “Yeah.
Baby brother is terrifying. I’m shaking.”
Aosh
glared. “I’d rather be up before a meeting of the clan’s elders than
have Zonta well and truly angry with me. He’s evil when he’s
pissed off!”
Tisu laughed at him. “He
sure as hell makes you flatten your ears like a little, you
squickling.”
“Go
ahead and laugh, Tisu. See how funny you find it when you wake up with
your hair shaved off and your hand glued to your cock!”
Tisu
started laughing again. “That was him? I thought it was Kasan! Ha, how
drunk do you have to be for Zonta to actually get one up on you?”
Fists
clenching, Aosh got ready to leap at him when they heard the door open.
Turning
in unison, ears flattening at the same moment, they all stared guiltily
at the group of men and women who usually manned the communications
room. Choked gasping escaped the oldest tech as he stared around the
room with huge eyes.
“What the hell did
you do!?
You said you just needed it for an hour, Aosh!!”
Aosh
swallowed before pasting a sensual smile on his face. With a roll of
his hips, he walked towards the sputtering male who was quickly turning
an unhealthy shade of puce. The other techs alternated between staring
at the smooth saunter of his body and the destruction of the room.
Aosh
reached over and ran his hand over his victim’s shoulder. “Ah, as to
that… things might have gotten a bit out of hand, but-”
“Out
of hand! You destroyed the entire room! Shit, everyone was right – I
never should have listened to your damn pillow talk. I’m going to be in
Service for a decade for this!”
Aosh
shushed him with a finger on his lips. “It’s not that bad, is it? We’ve
already cleaned up most of the mess-“
The
pale haired man snarled and yanked his head back. “This
is cleaned up!?” He wavered where he stood, his ears getting flatter
with every new thing he discovered in the room. A strangled growling
was coming from his throat.
“We’ll take
responsibility,” Kasan and Jolan said at the same time. They glanced at
each other, frowned, and nodded once.
“We’ll
pay for repairs.” Kasan said quickly.
“And
clean it up,” Jolan added.
“What
am I going to tell the next shift?! We’ll miss the rest of the news
packet for the entire fifth! And there’s not even enough equipment left
for everyone on shift to use!”
Kasan came
forward and
patted the shoulder Aosh wasn’t clinging to. His brothers sped up their
cleaning efforts. “We have a few extras in the military’s surplus. I’ll
get them out for you. We’ll have you back up before First Meal, don’t
worry. And you can get the first half of the packet from
another
group later tonight, can’t you?”
The man
looked around and
finally sagged against the nearest wall. “There’s no way. The Elders
are going to skin me alive. It’s completely destroyed.”
Aosh
lightly shoved Kasan out of the way. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t leave you
in the lurch like that, not after you helped me out.” He reached out
and lightly touched the man’s ear, stroking it between his fingertips.
Kasan shook his head as the man shivered, his eyes suddenly hazy as he
leaned into it. The tech’s body sagged forward and Aosh pressed against
him. “We’ll fix it for you. I promise. Just relax,” he whispered.
Kasan
sighed. His baby brother, the universal seducer. He nodded once to the
others huddling in the doorway, inviting them in, and went back to
cleaning. A few of the techs pitched in, although most just stood at
the edges of the room, watching and shaking their heads. Kasan did his
best to keep his temper in check. Every time he looked up at the
screens still on the wall, he saw Max’s body in his head. It made him
want to leap on his brothers for seeing Max at all.
“Come
on,” Jolan finally said. “We better get this cleaned up damn quick.” He
smiled at Kasan, licking at the blood that beaded up as his split lip
opened again. “We wouldn’t want you to miss your Service, now would we?”
Kasan
snarled at him and went back to cleaning.
It
was a shame, but the headman was right. Even with everything fixed up,
the Elders were still going to skin them alive. If they found out, of
course. Kasan hoped he was remembering right about what was in storage,
or they were in for it.
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The
nearly silent thump as a large animal leapt to the floor didn’t
register in Max’s sleeping ears. Nor did the pad of paws across the
floor, or the huffing grunt near his ear that blew his hair against his
scalp. He merely huffed in return and turned over onto his back,
dislodging pillows and scattering them across the bed to expose
himself.
He didn’t make as sound as a
large, furry head
bumped against his side and rolled him onto his stomach. He grunted
once without opening his eyes as another thump against his body rolled
him again. And he was silent for one last moment as a shove pushed him
the last inches off the bed and onto the floor. He woke up with a
garbled yelp as his head thumped painfully on hard stone and his legs
fell with a jarring thud immediately afterwards.
“Ow!”
Max lay on the floor, rubbing at his head and blinking as he looked up
at the ceiling. “Wha--?”
His
head ached, his legs were vibrating painfully, and there was something
poking into his butt underneath the pile of pillows that was arching
his back up off the floor. He grumbled, eyes and mind glazed with
sleep, and rooted around under the pillows until his hand grabbed
something hard.
Pulling it out with a
fumbling yank, he
lay on his back and stared at it. It was familiar, but he couldn’t
quite figure out what the hell it was.
“Too
early,” he mumbled, squinting as he brought it closer to his face.
Long, thick, crystalline….phallic.
“Crap,
it’s the cock!” The Dong of Doom was stalking him now! With a
convulsive jerk, Max flung it across the room. He didn’t realize what
he’d done until glassy clattering rang in his ears.
Oh
shit, Kasan! His stomach squirming and tight, he rolled to face the
bed. He closed his eyes just before he would have looked up. Please
don’t wake up, he thought desperately. Sleep like the dead! Don’t
notice the dildo!
Cringing a little, his
arms fisted
defensively over his chest as he lay on the floor, Max opened one eye,
expecting to see Kasan’s face staring down at him. Relief slithered
through his belly when he saw Androcles peering over the edge, instead.
And laughing at him, like always.
Something was off about
the head, but it was definitely a dog. Not a cat, thank God. Although
if Androcles was there, then that meant that he’d been the one
who’d moved Max down to the floor.
“You’re
a menace,” he muttered, and froze as he realized how loud his voice
was. The damn room echoed like a freaking stage. When Kasan didn’t
instantly pop up behind Androcles, Max got his priorities in order and
rolled onto his hands and knees. This might be his only chance. He
crawled quickly over to the phallus. He wanted to peek and see if Kasan
was watching, especially when his naked ass was hanging out all over
the place, but his memory was waking up along with his body and he
didn’t think he could face Kasan at all right then.
Maybe
not for a couple of years. Max flinched, his skin prickling from the
blush that started from the top of his head and quickly spread down to
his toenails. He hadn’t even known toenails could blush! Swallowing, he
tried desperately not to think about what they’d done during the night
as he crawled back with his prize. His hands gathered up pillows to
pile on top of the Damn Penis and the two books he could see peeking
out underneath.
And then he slumped
against the bed.
How
could they have had sex like that? Not just in front of the mirrors,
but again in the bed! Stupid cat had molested him in his sleep – for
the second night in a row! - and been half-way inside his ass before
Max even woke up. Made him too aroused to fight him off that way, the
jerk. And Max had been so nice and let the both of them not die and let
Kasan do all those things to him and…
He
swallowed again,
the prickle growing fiercer over his cheeks. He sat on the floor next
to the pillows and put his face in his hands. He couldn’t believe
the things that they’d done. Or how unbelievably hot the damn sex had
been. Pressing his palms against his eyes, he sat and tried not to
remember the feel of Kasan’s skin and his hands on Max’s thighs. Or the
sight of his cock disappearing inside of him. Or the feel of slickness
and jolting pleasure with every thrust while Kasan’s bitter-sweet scent
wrapped around him.
He didn’t want to be
this way! It
was crazy that remembering the night before already had him hard and
swollen. He could almost feel the cat taking him right now, in a way
that made his body feel empty and small. In a way that missed being
full, he realized with an unwilling shiver.
Dammit,
he hadn’t asked for this! He hadn’t asked
to get the damn alien STD’s, had he? He hadn’t wanted to be screwed by
some big, honkin’ alien and… come multiple times… and… and… He
whimpered, pulling his hands away from his face to look around the
room. Everything was alien: the size of the doorway into the bathroom,
the log slanting up to the wall, the cleaning oil against the wall, the
bed he was leaning against. Max couldn’t keep from thinking about what
Kasan had told him last night as he saw at it all.
He
was all alone. Kasan didn’t know where any
other humans were; it was just Max. And that meant he had no way home.
He didn’t know any star charts, or whatever the hell he’d need to find
Earth, or the colony, or anything! Even without the stupid STD thing,
he was stuck here with Kasan.
“And who
knows how long
that’s gonna be for,” he whispered to himself, reaching out to stroke
the comforting softness of the nearest pillow. The thought creeping up
into his brain was freaking scaring the crap out of him, but it
wouldn’t go away.
He was all alone, he
didn’t know where
the hell he was, and he had an alien who claimed they were married and
was willing to…help him. As long as they had sex.
A
hell of a lot of sex.
He
flushed and covered his face again. He wanted to hate it. If the sex
was hurting him, if Kasan was a real bastard who beat him or something,
then he could hate everything about this. But the sex wasn’t horrible.
God, it felt so amazing he was almost wishing Kasan was sneaking up
behind him just to do it again. It made him feel like a man slut, but
crap. Kasan was really good at it! How was Max supposed to hate it like
he should if it felt that good?
And besides, Kasan
was… well, he was a horny
bastard, but he wasn’t a bastard
bastard.
Breathing
into his hands to stave off the umpteenth hyperventilating fit since
he’d woken up in Giant Land, Max rocked a little against the bed.
It
would be okay. He could do this. It was only… marriage. He could do
marriage, right? He’d watched his parents do it for years. No problem.
His breathing began to slow. Just marriage… to an alien cat who was
hung like a whale and lived a bazillion miles from other humans on a
planet where everyone could pick Max up and smack him around like a
piñata.
He started to breathe in gasping
pants again and
clamped his hands down tight over his face. It wasn’t helping. His
hands began to tingle almost immediately. His head swam. He had to calm
down or he was going to pass out! It’s not bad, he repeated
frantically, it’s not bad. Kasan wouldn’t hurt him. He’d been really
nice. He was a good guy. A good, big, freaking hornier than hell guy.
He screwed me blind in front of
a mirror.
Max’s breathing got
even faster and everything faded to gray.
______________________
He
woke up to slime lapping against his face.
“Bleh,”
he slurred, pushing at the furry thing attacking him with its
tongue. What had just…?
Oh,
yeah. Just great. He’d hyperventilated himself
unconscious. Opening his eyes, the edge of the bed was the
first
thing he saw. Kasan was sure taking a hell of a long time waking
up. How long had Max been out? A few
minutes? A half
hour? And his h-husband still wasn’t looking for
him? What
type of callous sleeping was that!
And dammit, Max’s
head hurt
now, both from the knock on the ground when he’d fallen out of bed, and
now from fainting like a sex-triggered narcoleptic.
“Ow.”
Did the cats have pain pills on their planet?
Shaking
his aching head, hearing Androcles panting next to him, he turned to
pet him once before he confronted Kasan. He froze with his
hand
outstretched.
Holy shit!
He
stared at the dog sitting
next to him. It was the same color as Androcles.
Same eyes,
same shape of the head, same pose Androcles seemed to take when he was
sitting and watching Max make a fool of himself.
But
now
Max finally realized why his head had looked so odd on the
bed.
The dog was huge! Max tried to call for Kasan, terrified at the size of
the animal that was sitting so close its fur brushed against his legs.
All that emerged was a terrified whimper of sound, and the dog’s mouth
opened up just like when Androcles laughed at him.
His
head was right at the level of Max’s, so near that Max got a good,
close look. Shit, the thing’s teeth were as big as his little
finger!
Why did everything here have to be so damn
big!
He wanted Androcles! Or Kasan! Max tried to catch his breath. He didn’t
want to faint again, not when this thing was sitting right next to him,
ready to…
Ready to lick him again?
“Dumbass.
If it
was going to eat you, it would have done it already, you
idiot.”
It had had all the time he’d been out, hadn’t it? It could
have
chewed his face off! But it hadn’t. He felt his
heart
slowly calming back down to normal. “Just because it’s not
small
like Androcles-“
It yipped at him softly
as soon as he finished speaking and scooted closer, leaning in to rest
its chin on top of his head.
“Oh
not you, too,” he grumbled, shoving it off. “I don’t need
something else that’s messing with my hair. I just want
Androcles.”
It yipped again. Max
stared at it.
Why was it doing that? It stared at him, the orange eyes
strangely intense as they watched him.
“What?
I
don’t even speak cat-language, dude. There’s no way I’m
speaking
dog.” After another minute of staring, it suddenly leapt
away,
startling him into slamming back against the bed. He watched
as
it scampered up the log. His jaw dropped as it came back down
with one of the feathers that Androcles had hidden up there.
“No!
What are you doing?” he hissed, waving at it. “Androcles
already–“
Another
yip as it stomped on the feather dropping from its mouth.
Staring
at it as the dog began laughing at him with that wide open, panting
mouth, Max bit his lip. There was still no sound from Kasan,
and
there was something about this stupid dog.
It
just…acted exactly
like Androcles. Except it was over twice as big as he’d been
the
night before, but it acted just like him. Maybe they
were…from
the same litter? Or something? Because they
couldn’t be the
same dog.
“Dogs are
not blow up toys. You can’t grow that much in one night,” he whispered
nervously.
The dog sat and stared at him
calmly.
Max
shook his head. “Look, that’s just crazy.” It panted in his
direction and he scowled. “Your breath stinks, you
know.
And I’m not calling you Androcles.”
It yipped again
and he shushed at it. “Shut up! I’m not calling you
Androcles, you dumb dog.”
It yipped louder and he
just knew
it was going to wake up Kasan. “Fine! Fine already! Look, you
take that stupid feather, and this stupid crap the real Androcles
left here, up into that room at the top of the log. You do
that,
I’ll call you whatever the hell you want, you stupid…” He
gaped
as the dog leapt back up the log before he finished speaking, the
feather disappearing with him. When the big animal came back
down
and started pawing through the pillows, it grabbed both books in his
mouth and finally the stupid dildo and took them all away.
Max
could only swallow nervously when the dog came back and sat down in
front of him again. Shit, how smart were these
dogs?!
“A-all right, then. I’ll call you A-Androcles.” Waiting for another
noise, he sighed in relief as the dog finally settled down, resting its
head on its front paws.
It was a LOT less disturbing
when it wasn’t so big looking.
Except
now that he wasn’t making any more noise, and the stupid crap from the
pervert cats was tucked away…there was no reason not to wake up
Kasan. Max glanced up at the corner of the bed again and took
a
deep breath. Then another.
Married, he reminded
himself. And stunning, mind-melting sex. And Kasan.
What
would Kasan look like when he slept?
He
sucked in his breath, seeing all that golden skin in his
head.
Kasan hadn’t looked over yet, so that meant he had to be
asleep.
So Max could look at him for a little bit and get over all his
embarrassment before he had to talk to him. He could do this.
As
quietly as he could, he got to his hands and knees and crouched behind
the bed. He reached up the couple of feet to the top and inched his
head up to see.
There was nothing up there but
pillows.
“Oh
thank God.” He slumped down and leaned his head against the bed,
studiously ignoring the way his cock started to soften at the lack of
big, naked Kasan. Kasan was gone again. Maybe he went to work in the
mornings or something.
So where did that leave Max?
“What
am I supposed to do now?” He looked down at himself and grimaced at the
mess he finally noticed covering his stomach from the night before. He
wasn’t really sure which of the pretty bottles of liquid Kasan owned
was the oily cleansing stuff, but he sure as hell hadn’t seen anything
that looked like a bath. No way he was getting dressed when he was this
gross. And really no way he was walking around naked all
morning.
Not when Kasan or anybody else could just walk right in.
Finally
taking a chance on the oils, he figured out which was which from the
smell. It felt as good as it had the first time, and he was a bit
embarrassed that he already had a hard-on as he picked out a new
loincloth and top. He was pretty damn proud that he actually
got
them both on without any help, though.
It didn’t
last long
enough to keep him from getting bored, sadly. Androcles
wanted
out into the garden after only a few minutes of boredom, and when he
disappeared into the greenery, Max closed the door behind him. There
might be more pink porcupine blobs around, and he sure as hell wasn’t
letting them invade the room. Androcles the small had taken
one
out; Androcles the Great-freaking-Dane would have NO trouble defending
himself.
Another few minutes and Max was eyeing the
door that led to the hallway. What was taking Kasan so long?
Unless
maybe they were just waiting for him to come out? Kasan had come back
that first time after Max had stepped out, hadn’t he? Maybe they needed
to page him for Max or something? He’d feel pretty stupid if that were
the case, but…he gulped. He could do it. It wouldn’t hurt to try,
right? Probably? They hadn’t messed with him yet, they were just so… so
freaking big.
“Suck it up, Max. If you’re
not going to
leave for a while, then you need to…” he closed his eyes as
he
remembered the guards from before, towering over him. “Y-you
n-need to face these guys.”
He swallowed
heavily,
dragging his feet as he went towards the door. His heart was beating
painfully loud in his ears, thumping in his chest so hard that he felt
like he should be able to see it move the cloth of the little shirt
covering it. He heard his breath coming in harsh, quick pants and
started holding his breath for a few seconds each time he inhaled,
trying to keep from hyperventilating yet again. God, he didn’t want to
do this. He wanted to be home! Just home and in bed and listening to
airplanes flying overhead and making enough noise to rattle the
windows.
And even so, slithering in
between the fear and
the freaking out was a tiny bit of pleasure, because maybe these guards
would go get Kasan for him. And if Kasan came, maybe they would…do
things.
“You’re such a damn nympho you
should wear a
sign,” he growled at his cock, feeling it rising up. “You’re
a… a
sex fast-food chain.”
With one last sigh,
he carefully
opened the door and stared as the two large cats standing there
swiveled to look at him. He tried not to whimper in fear. His brain
couldn’t keep that size in his head! How could they be that damn huge!?
He
couldn’t speak, staring at them, and it was oddly surreal when he
finally realized that they were staring at him as curiously as he was
watching them. Not as scared, that was for damned sure, but…they looked
at him like they’d never seen anything like him.
He
cleared his throat, flushing as the bigger one of the pair smiled at
him.
“Uh. Wh-where K-Kasan?”
They
both smiled now. One of them crouched down to talk to him, a bit
humiliating, really. He felt like the man was treating him like a
toddler.
“He’s in the main vid room,
little one. We’ll get him for you.”
Well.
That was a hell of a lot more words than he knew. He recognized one
phrase, especially one that Kasan seemed to say to him, ‘little one,’ but
that didn’t help a whole hell of a lot.
“I…”
Hell, how did he say it again? “…d-don’t understand.”
The
big one crouching next to him talked way too fast for him to follow
even if he’d understood, and the smaller one went over to a box
embedded into the wall. When he pressed a button and talked into it,
Max was wondering if he was reading too much into it, thinking it
looked like an intercom. But when a voice spoke back out of the speaker
looking part, he gaped.
It made no sense. The
guards wore
freaking loincloths and carried spears, for god’s sake. How the hell
could they have an intercom thingie and still have spears??
He
wished something about this stupid planet made any sense at all, dammit!
“Kasan come here soon, little
one.”
Max
watched as the man pointed to where they were, and hope to god it meant
what he thought it did. Kasan was going to be here? He was coming?
“Kasan come ‘ere soon?” he repeated.
They
both nodded,
smiling, and the one in front of him stood up, reaching over to fuzz
his head as he did. Max scowled and stepped back. He would give a hell
of a lot if they would stop freaking patting his head like a dog. He
jumped as the door he’d come through suddenly closed with a soft click.
He hadn’t heard it sliding shut!
Staring
at it, panic
started to creep up on him. He was out in the hallway with just these
two big cats, and no Kasan, no Androcles, no room. He backed away,
staring up at them both as he moved until he could feel the door
against his back. It wasn’t opening. And a look around him made him
feel even more nervous. The freaking hallway was ginormous. Maybe it
felt good for freakishly large cats, but now he felt even more like a
midget! All he could think of was the last time he’d been in a hallway,
running away from the blond cat who’d tried to molest him in the
bathroom.
“Shhhhh. We won’t hurt you. You
don’t have to be so nervous, little one.”
He
tried to stay calm. They weren’t making him go back in the room,
weren’t pointing him to go somewhere else.
Weren’t
trying to molest the crap out of him.
Should
he wait here, then? They seemed to expect it. Watching him, their
bodies relaxed when he didn’t move past huddling near the closed door.
Maybe they didn’t know what to make of him, either? He leaned back
against the wall and tried to pretend he was just waiting, simply a… a
tourist interested in looking around the hallway. Listening, he worked
hard to recognize anything familiar as they began to talk to each other.
“He’s so small,” the
smaller one said quietly, looking at him. Talking about me, he thought.
What the hell’s he saying?
“Yeah. You couldn’t quite see it
as much when Leero had him all wrapped in that cloak.”
They
both stared at him again and Max tried to look like he didn’t care. He
would have given anything to know what they were actually saying,
because the look in their eyes was making him blush a little.
The
smaller one spoke again. “I
think I’m going to put some money in the pool.”
“For or against?”
“For.
I bet Kasan’s tail can do something to a little thing as small as this.
Isn’t like a tail would have to be that strong to penetrate an ass this
tiny, is it? How about you?”
“Ten
against penetration, fifteen for something sexual. I could see
caresses, but penetration? I don’t think a tail would be that stiff.”
The big one looked at Max and smiled in a way that made him squirm. “He must be absolutely adorable
when he comes, don’t you think? I can see why Kasan is so protective of
him. What a cutie.”
The other
one’s head tilted and stared at Max for a moment with those slanted,
alien eyes and this time he did squirm. “Well, he’s cute, but he’s so
skinny. He doesn’t have any muscles, and he seems rather nervous,
doesn’t he?”
“I think that’s even cuter that
way.”
“Eh,
not me. Not my type at all. I’d rather have something fully grown that
you can really hold onto, not someone I’d have to worry about breaking
all the time. Something you can get a good grip on.”
“Good thing you’ve already got a
nice, big mate then, eh?”
They
both smiled and chuckled a bit and Max smiled too, automatically,
wondering if it was a joke at his expense. Not that he minded, as long
as it was something he was being included in. He just felt so…alone. He
didn’t know these two, didn’t know anyone here. Not really.
He
didn’t know anyone.
Feeling
his eyes start to sting, he bit his lips to stop it. He wanted Kasan so
badly his entire body ached like an open wound.
He
waited so long, listening to them talk back and forth, that his back
grew frigid. The stone behind him was seeping cold into his skin, and
he knew he’d start shivering soon if he didn’t move away. But
he
didn’t want to get any closer to the guards. He was getting ready to
try and talk to them again, see if he could find out more about Kasan,
when the big cat finally
came around the nearest corner.
Max
blurted out his name the second he saw him, and Kasan grinned at him so
hugely he couldn’t stop himself from smiling back. The cat opened his
arms like he was expecting a hug and Max took a few steps towards him
before he caught himself. He froze, his face burning, as the cats next
to him chuckled again, obviously commenting on his reaction.
He
bit his lip again.
What, a couple days of
constant sex and he was ready to run into the alien’s arms? What the
hell was wrong with him?
He
looked as Kasan came towards him anyway, still smiling, if not as
widely, and the same melting sensation hit his middle that had snuck in
the moment he saw him. He was just so…relieved. He knew Kasan. As well
as he knew anyone here, but he felt safe from everything but sex with
him, and even that didn’t hurt. It was just embarrassing as hell, and
Kasan had stopped periodically, hadn’t he? Except when he seemed to
think they had get it on or die. And when Max was asleep, the molesting
bastard. But…
Kasan reached him and
scooped Max up in a hug as he struggled.
“Hey!
Put me down! There’s…people are watching, Kasan! Jee-mmmmm” He lost his
train of thought as Kasan kissed him. By the time he came back to
himself, his legs were wrapped around Kasan’s waist and he was holding
onto the cat’s hair.
And the guards
behind him were
sniggering again. He thought he was going to die of embarrassment.
Pushing frantically at Kasan’s chest, he sighed in relief as the cat
let him down.
The caress over the edges of his ears
that
followed shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. It was kind of
erotic. Gave him a shiver, at least. He tried to ignore it, flushing
anyway as Kasan looked him up and down. Kasan tilted his head and then
crouched down, fingering the cloth of his tunic.
“Max
do?” He pointed to the loincloth and mimicked wrapping it. “Max do?”
“This?”
Kasan nodded.
“Y-yes. I do.”
Kasan
smiled, hugged him again and made him feel like a freaking plushie, and
put him down to take his hand. “Food, Max.”
“Oh
thank god. I’m…” Crap, what was the word? “hungry!”
They
took two steps, or rather Kasan took two steps and Max took four, when
one of the guards called out. Kasan stopped, his ears going flat, and
Max started worrying. What the hell would make the big cat do that with
his ears? That seemed like an ‘I’m pissed’ kind of thing, and he didn’t
want to be the cause of anything like that.
“Kasan?
Not happy? Angry?”
“Shhhh, Gisho. I’m not
angry.” Kasan fuzzed his head and went back to the room. “Stay here,
Max. I’ll be right back.”
Max
stood where he pointed, watching the guards nervously, a bit relieved
when they didn’t do anything but watch him back. He stared at what
Kasan brought back. Something wound up in his hand, red and velvety
looking. The guards smiled at Kasan, almost like they were teasing him,
and he wondered exactly what it was by the way Kasan growled back at
them. What the hell?
“Come, Max. It’s time
for Firstmeal.”
Firstmeal,
he knew that one. Like breakfast. He could do that. As long as they
didn’t chase him around again. Trotting along side Kasan even though
the cat was obviously walking slowly, he watched the halls around him,
trying not to feel intimidated.
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The Last Pure Human
© 2007-2010, Twisted
Hilarity. All rights reserved.
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