... and into his life What will happen to our boy Astraya? Will he survive the evil torment of the Draken? Will Rhyan keep his promise? Will he find his brother? And what will happen if he does? You will just have to read to find out. YAOI, lemons in the first bit, mild tort (nothing in detail), possible insest. If you do not like any of these do not read.
This is a work of fiction. The characters and content of this story are my own work. If there is any likeness to unoriginal characters it is purely coincidental. I DO NOT PROFIT FROM THE WRITING OF THIS STORY. For further disclaimers look inside.
The characters in this story are my own creation save for one, that one comes from the wonderful imagination of Tayla Firedancer. Thankyou for your wonderful creation of a brillant race and such wonderful fics.
Bonds
In the brightly lit halls of oddly, yet sensually decorated building screams and cries of pain resounded and echoed down the corridors of the S&M suite. Only the room behind the black oak door was quiet. The only sounds that could be heard from within were the soft groans and the sounds of hard rough sex.
Within, the room was filled with the strong scent of sex, blood, and heavy incense. The room itself was decorated entirely in black, and everywhere you looked there were intricate symbols and designs of a soft white gold. From the soft, thick, black carpet that covered the entire length of the floor to the solid black oak night stand. Even the black scented candles which the strong smell of incense came from were etched with gold symbols. The candles themselves did little to light the dark shrouded room.
The bed that the night stands rested on either side of was also made of the same heavy black oak that furnished the rest of the room, and was decorated with the same silver-white symbols and designs that was scene everywhere else. They went across and wrapped around the thin pillars of the bed that the curtains hung from. The curtains were of a light airy fabric that also displayed the white gold markings; and since it was summer they were pulled back to let the cool breeze blow through to keep the occupants cool. The heavier curtains that also displayed the symbols were stored away until the colder months arrive in one of the black chest that lined the black padded walls. The other chests stored all the S&M toys that the clients liked to use along with pretty much everything else. The chests also served as seats for those who liked to be watched and brought a companion or two.
The black padded walls that the heavy oak bed pounded into with each hard thrust of its occupant was decorated like the rest of the room. However there was one symbol that stood out from the rest and it was the one that was found etched in white gold into the solid black oak door that led to this room. It was also found on the back of the boy that was laid down on the bed on his back. The symbol was permanently tattooed there, marking him as the prisoner of this dark room.
The boy's long silky black hair was splayed across the soft black silk pillow that his head rested on. His eyes were closed from the waves of excruciating pain wracked his body as it was painfully slammed into by the young man on top of him. His cries muffled by the large hand that covered his mouth; the other was clasped onto his throat in a loose grip that threatened to tighten at any sign of or display of defiance.
The boy's small hands were bound tightly to the head of the bed by thick black ties that were made for just that purpose. His legs spread painfully wide by the large slender, sweaty body that was inserted in between; his body rocking with each hard thrust of the one on top. Tears of pain escaped his closed eyes as his body burned from the overwhelming pain. Each of his many wounds on fire as his present master pounded into his tired sore abused body with a fierce desire that was nothing short of astounding. He never had one that could last so long, they always spent themselves within him after only a handful of minutes. This-man though, he was still going and looked to continue for much longer.
After nearly an hour more the man finally reached his end and with a deep groan that strongly resembled a carnal growl from a savage animal came deep within the boy's overly abused body. Tears of pain streamed down the boy's reddened cheeks as the man's hot semen stung the inside of his raw anus and channel.
The man laid there still inside the boy's wonderful body for a moment more looking at the beautifully exotic boy. As he looked he marveled at the boy's exotic beauty. His body still releasing all his pent up sexual need. It had been really bad this time. He had been holding it back for nearly a week, the longest he had ever waited before coming here to release it. Perhaps that was why it lasted for so long, too much pent-up need.
Withdrawing from the boy he laid down on his side next to him and looked around the black shrouded room. He marveled at a place like this as he looked around the room, his gaze falling back to the occupant of it, and wondered how they could have found such a treasure like him. As he looked at the beautiful boy he though about the reason a place like this existed. There deep inside a person is a place that rests the most primal of all carnal needs, the need for release. Now, that need can take many different forms. That's why a place like this is so highly sought after. They cater to all the different forms of needs, for a small fee.
Getting up the young man sat at the side of the bed his hand caressing the inside of the boy's soft creamy thigh, his gaze resting on him once more. He could see the tears that streamed down the boy's red cheeks, however it didn't concern him too much, he knew the boy was tough and would heal quickly enough. That was why he chose him.
Getting up the young man walked to the other room that contained the large bathing room. It was decorated much the same as the bed room, however that bathing room was tiled from floor to ceiling in black marble. The symbols and designs that decorated this room though were slightly different. The only symbol that was the same was the one that was tattooed on the boy's soft creamy back, both in a beautiful white gold colour. The symbol was tiled in the center of the floor, the first thing you saw upon entering the room.
The long counter that went down the length of the wall was also tiled in black marble. Its faucet and sink were made of solid white gold, the same as the large sunken in tub that went the width of the back wall. On the length and width of each wall were mirrors that were rimmed with black and etched in gold. Each one laced in a unique design. The same etching that laced the mirrors etched were found on both faucets and sink. Gold laced the marble tiles that surrounded the large white gold tub. All in all it was amazing in its simple beauty, right down to each minute detail.
The young man sat down on the edge of the large tub and turned on the water to fill the tub with hot steamy water, adding some oils and perfumes to the filling water. As the tub was filling he walked back to the bed room and sat down on the side of the bed. The boy just looked at him with those amazing, penetrating deep violet eyes. They were tinted with red so he knew the boy was mad at him. But only a little, for they were only slightly reddened.
"You were too rough Rhyan, that hurt!" the boy said, his voice laced with the pain that wracked his small body.
"I know Astraya and I am sorry." Rhyan said as he reached up to untie the black silk ties that still bound the boy to the bed. "I was delayed and was not able to get down here when I wanted to. And you know what happens when that happens." Rhyan said a quirk of a smile lifting the corner of his sensual mouth.
The boy, Astraya just humped and turned his head away, stubborn in his want to express his feelings. This display only deepened the smirk that played at Rhyan's lips. "You change into a totally different person, you know." he heard Astraya say catching a glimpse of a violet eye as the boy watched him out the corner of his eye. "Yeah I know, and I am sorry." he said as he untied the last tie and picked the boy up off the bed with ease and carried him to the bathing room where a nice hot bath waited.
After placing Astraya gently into the hot steamy water Rhyan reached over and turned off the running water. Only then did he get in and settling down with a sigh just sat there letting the hot water with its combination of oils and perfume do its job in relaxing his body and soothing his aching muscles. Cracking an eye he noticed that Astraya was doing the same. It almost looked like he was asleep but Rhyan could see the minute telltale signs that he was not. Moving over closer to the boy Rhyan proved himself right, the boy's eyes cracked open and he gifted him with a deadly glare. His violet eyes still tinted red. "I'm still mad at you." Astraya said as if his eyes didn't show it.
Rhyan just smiled and reaching his hand up he gently caressed the boy's soft cheek. "Is the water helping your healing?" he asked gently.
"Yeah." Astraya said softly. He did not want to let go of his anger but the desire to cuddle with Rhyan was getting stronger by the moment. Finally the desire won out and his anger melted from his eyes and body and with a sigh he closed his eyes and leaned his head into the hand. When he felt a strong body begin to press into his body and an equally strong arm wrap around his waist what remained of his anger evaporated as he was pressed into a hot wet body in a hug that spoke volumes.
The hand moved down to his chin, lifting it. The hand then began to caress his neck as soft sensual lips moved down to cover his in an intense yet gentle kiss. Astraya moaned into those amazing lips as a wonderful sensation began to warm his body. Now 'this' was the Rhyan he liked! The thought echoed in his mind as he moved closer to the hot wet body and wrapped his arms around it, pulling it even closer.
Rhyan just continued with the kiss, his hand moving further down the soft creamy side to the boy's round plump fuckable rear. With his hands firmly there he lifted Astraya up and with ease placed him on his rock hard shaft. Astraya's head flew back and a deep pleasure filled moan escaped slightly parted lips. "Now this 'definitely' the Rhyan I like." Astraya thought as his body hummed with elation. It still hurt a little but not nearly as much as before. And a little pain was not so bad.
Rhyan has been his master several times before now and he was the only one that treated him like a somebody and not something to fuck. He treated him like a human, like a bed companion. He wasn't though, human that is, but they both kept that knowledge to themselves. Astraya could never figure out how Rhyan knew that he wasn't, he never told him and every time he asked Rhyan would just smile and kiss is forehead. This annoyed him greatly and he would just narrow his eyes and humph, which would be gifted with a humored chuckle from Rhyan.
As the dark moonless passed into early morning Astraya sat up in the large bed and looked out the window that was closest to the bed. His violet eyes could pierce the darkness with ease and he could see the beautiful stars perfectly. He always did like looking the stars before the sun's light hid them from sight. It was indescribable, their beauty. Rhyan said he reminded him of them, that he shared their indescribable beauty. Rhyan also told him that he was a piolet and that he owned his own ship and that he traveled the stars going to many different planets in various star-systems and that one day when he saved enough money he would purchase him and take him to see the beautiful stars and the endless space that they called home.
Astraya did not know what to think of this. Secretly he prayed it was truth and that Rhyan was not playing him. Astraya really did want to visit them. The last time he saw the them and space was when his planet was destroyed and he and his twin were in a small two man pod floating in the darkness of space. He didn't remember much of what happened after that, only waking up on a ship in a locked room, alone. He cried for his twin many times during the trip to his new home and every time was punished severely for it. The punishments never left marks. "They didn't want to damage the goods." he thought with a sneer.
He really hated this place and he prayed with all his heart and soul that they would allow Rhyan to buy him so he could take him away from this awful place. He didn't care if he was still a slave, as long as he was out of this hell he would gladly do or be anything for Rhyan. Even if it meant being his slave.
Astraya looked down at Rhyan and reaching down brushed a stray strand of dark blond hair out of his face. Rhyan was the youngest master he has had so far. He was only 21 years old and with long dark blond hair that went down to his mid back he was also the handsomest one as well. He was a strikingly beautiful young man. He was rich and powerful, the heir to a dynastic company that owned nearly all the powerful businesses that ran this small planet. He had deep dark blue eyes that held great intelligence and compassion. They also held a deep dark secret, one that Astraya only glimpsed late one night. The thought of it made Astraya shiver involuntarily. That was the first time he ever saw Rhyan like that, and he promised himself to never do anything to witness that evil ever again. It was the night they first met.
The night was much like this one, moonless and cool, for a summer, and Astraya was sitting on his bed drying his dark raven black hair when Rhyan came walking into his room so full of surety, confidence, and not to mention need. Now, Astraya had only been here in this place for six months and was still defiant in his servitude, so when Rhyan told him to lay down on the bed and spread his legs he said something that not even a breath later ever leaving his lips.
The look in Rhyan's turned from the lust that had brought him here to cold and deadly. It was only there for the space of a second and was gone the instant he saw the boy's complexion turn ghostly white and his violet eyes shine bright with paralyzing fear. And when he began to slowly move toward him and the bed the boy instantly laid down and spread his legs as he had been instructed to do moments before.
The boy's body was shaking so hard with uncontrollable fear that it caused a moments concern for Rhyan. He didn't want the boy to fear him. He just wanted him to do what he was told the first time and without complaint or show of defiance.
Sitting down on the bed Rhyan slid one hand over the boy's soft creamy thigh. "Don't ever speak to me in that manner again." he said softly as he caressed the soft thigh. As the hand moved up and down the length of it the tips of his fingers gently brushed the boy's soft member, teasing it awake as it moved. "Is that understood?" He said as he looked the boy in the eyes. The boy nodded his head silently, the fear slowly leaving beautiful violet eyes only to be replaced with desire.
The moment Rhyan stepped into the room he knew the boy to be an Avrayan. He thought he was the only survivor of that doomed planet but now as he looked down at the boy he saw that he had been wrong in that assumption. However as he watched the boy, his hand continuing to move up and down the boy's soft leg he saw that the boy's manner and attitude was completely different. Yes, he had the stubbornness of the Avrayanians but not the violent temper and bloodlust that had doomed their planet and caused its destruction. No, this boy had the more softer, more sensual part of the Avrayanian race. And that in itself was surprising, for those were hunted down and killed without a second thought given. There was no use for the weaker part of their race, so they were terminated. Some escaped termination by becoming someone's pleasure slave. His father had one, until the boy became too old and was of no more use to him. It was then that his father had him killed.
But that was the fate of a Naemoen, a fate this boy somehow escaped. Rhyan him self was more like their race, although he leaned more toward the sensual side then the aggressive side. This, however, he never showed his father.
On the day of his planet's destruction he was visiting a neighboring planet with his uncle (his mother's side) and when the news of it reached him the words of his long dead mother came back to him like a blow to the head. "Don't go down the path of your father and his people, for their lust for blood and violence will bring their world to an end."
He knew she spoke the truth for that was his gift. Her's had been the gift of sight and when she made the mistake of speaking this to his father, her husband, her fate was sealed and her life ended. It didn't matter that she was with child, he took it away anyway, without a second thought or a moments hesitation.
It was at that moment that he lost all respect for his father and he listened to his mother's words. It was then that he started walking the path that 'he' chose, and it lead him to this boy. He was gentle with the boy when he came to him and he knew when he began training him that it was going to be long and he was going to come perilously close to losing himself to his dark side, he was an Avrayanian after all. But so was he. He was not going to loose. He was going to teach the boy to show proper respect to those that are his superiors, his masters.
Astraya looked down at Rhyan and smiled. He remembered Rhyan's teachings. He also remembered how much of a hassle he gave him and how much he enjoyed doing so. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, that at any moment Rhyan would lose his temper and snap and Astraya would see Rhyan's dark side again. But Astraya was teaching him as well, he was teaching Rhyan how to better control his temper and himself. Or so he told himself ,with a smile.
Getting up Astraya straddled Rhyan's hips and with a hand on each side of him began to slowly make his way down Rhyan's delicious body, licking and sucking, and nibbling as he went. Rhyan really waking up this way and Astraya enjoyed waking him up like this so when he made it to Rhyan's thick member, not yet swollen with need Rhyan was just beginning to open his sleep filled eyes.
Astraya warm mouth slowly enveloped the thick member and Rhyan gasped as the small mouth began to suck and pull, drawing the need up and causing the thick shaft to swell. Rhyan was moaning deeply and in a short amount of time his desire was oozing from the tip of the now painfully swollen member. His hands gripping tightly to Astraya's silky dark hair.
Astraya let go of the hot swollen member and with a last lick that elicited a carnal growl from Rhyan's lips he sat up and looked down at Rhyan his own member protruding happily upward. Rhyan just looked up at Astraya a small smile playing at his soft sensual lips. He really did enjoy teaching the boy. He was like a blank canvas, so easy to train and teach the sensual and sexual arts. The added bonus had been that the boy was so willing and even eager to learn that it excited him even more and at times he could not contain himself. There were times during the boy's training that he fucked the boy all night, showing him new moves and positions. The boy had absorbed them all like a sponge. He would never top him though, for that was not allowed. Besides, he believed the boy liked being bottom with him, and he really liked having him beneath him.
He did not want that to change, he 'never' wanted that to change. That is why he wanted to purchase him from this place of pleasure and pain. Soon, someday soon, Astraya would be his and his alone and he would keep his promise to show him the stars that he liked so much. He would even show him other planets, especially earth.
Reaching up Rhyan placed both hands on the boy's round rear, and lifting him up speared the boy's bottom onto his swollen member. Just like in the bath Astraya's head flew back and moaned deeply, his voice full of pleasure as his body hummed and pulsed and buzzed with erotic elation.
When he regained some control Astraya did as Rhyan had taught him so long ago, with a hand on each of his legs he moved his hips up and down spearing the thick erection deeper and deeper into his tight body. He was so close to losing control again, but with encouragement from Rhyan in the form of upward thrusts he moved faster. Rocking his hips he rode Rhyan driving him even deeper into him. Soon Astraya was lost in the moment and no longer controlled his body, all was on instinct and training. His sensitive hearing could pick up Rhyan's moaning and he could feel his fingers digging deeply into his sensitive flesh and knew when he looked later that he would find little crescents there. He could feel the trickle of blood as they bled.
Astraya just moaned as the little electric shocks of pain tingled through his body adding to the feeling of euphoria that was already pooling there. He enjoyed mild pain and Rhyan knew just the right amount to inflict and never went further then the proper amount. That is why he never prepared him or used any lube. Astraya like it that way. As he continued Rhyan's hips met him with each thrust driving him further and further into ecstasy. Rhyan was right along with the boy, the heat and tightness of the boy's channel was driving him further and further into the carnal ecstasy that drove him here each week and when he could take not more he exploded deep into the boy luscious body with a choked cry.
The moment Astraya felt Rhyan's hot seeds erupt into him he released his, and with hands gripping tightly onto the strong arms that still gripped him he laid his head back and moaned deeply and he came rushing back. With eyes still closed he waited for him to come fully back and for his heart to slow to normal. "I will own you soon Astraya." Rhyan's voice came to him and when his sedated mind finally registered what the words meant his eyes flew open and he stared at Rhyan, disbelief shining in them.
"Really?" he asked, not know what to say. This was astonishing news. He truly did not think Rhyan would, and he knew he was telling him the truth. Like his mother Astraya too had a gift, he could tell when falsehood was said or given. It did not matter what form it took, he could tell when something was false. And right now Rhyan was speaking the truth.
Astraya truly wanted to belong to Rhyan and it elated his heart to think that soon he would, completely and wholly. This feeling that warmed his entire body was better even than sex and his entire body beamed with happiness. He knew, he could feel it and looking down into Rhyan's eyes he knew Rhyan could see it.
"You like this news, don't you?" Rhyan asked, a smile caressing his lips.
"Yes." Astraya choked, tears coming to his bright eyes.
"I can see. You positively glow with happiness." he said reaching his hand and began caressing his flushed cheek. Astraya just closed his eyes and leaned his head into the caress, a purr seeping from his throat.
"You like being touched tenderly." Rhyan said still caressing his cheek.
Astraya just shook his head slightly. "I like it when you touch me." Astraya said emphasizing the 'you'.
Really?" Rhyan said with a small chuckle. Leaning up he whispered into Astraya's ear, his breath caressing it seductively causing Astraya to shiver with delight. "Even when I'm rough?" he asked seductively.
"I could do with a little less of that." Astraya said breathlessly and a shiver rippled though his body again when he felt Rhyan's warm wet tongue caress the lobe of his ear, and his hand travel up his back.
Pulling Astraya's small body closer Rhyan chuckled when he felt the boy's member quiver at the closeness of their bodies. He could feel his, still buried deep within the boy's warm tight channel, respond quivering and pulsing wanting to fill with need. "There will be time for much more of that later." he thought reining in his libido as he pulled the boy's wonderful body closer to him. They just sat there in each others arms as the warm summer sun slowly began to fill the room.
Sitting there with the boy in his arms Rhyan began to drift away, thinking about the possible future. After an unknown amount of time passed the boy's soft voice began to drift through the layers of fog and thought.
"Rhyan?"
"Hmm?" Rhyan asked his mind still drifting but close enough to hear and comprehend what was being said.
"What are the stars like? I can't remember what they look like."
"They are wonderful and so beautiful. You'll see when I show them to you." Rhyan said his arms unconsciously tightening around the boy.
"I hope so. I can't wait."
After that they dozed for a little while linger until the bright sun shone full into the room. Then with great reluctance Rhyan got up and began to dress. It was when he was half dressed that Astraya woke up from his lite doze. "You are leaving already?" he heard Astraya's tender voice coming from the bed. It broke his heart to hear the pain of abandonment in that sweet voice.
"I'm sorry Astraya, but I have to. I've got to visit a prospective client on another planet." he said walking back to the bed and sat down on its side. "I will be gone for a couple months, but I will be back." he told Astraya and before the tears he knew would come came he leaned forward and added in a whisper, "And when I return, you will be MINE."
Astraya's whole body shivered at the prospect and his breath caught in his throat. He just watched as Rhyan finished getting dressed, still in a daze. It was then that he noticed just how handsome Rhyan really was. He was tall; all his masters were tall, at least compared to him, but Rhyan was tall and slender and he had a beautiful soft featured face. His eyes were a deep blue that looked like the afternoon sky just before night's fall, and his hair that fell down to his waist, which he was now pulling back and tying with a silk black tie was a brownish blond. It reminded Astraya of golden grain. He'd seen a picture of it in a book that Rhyan had given to him as a present, witch was tucked under his pillow. The book contained pictures of thing that were found on many different planets. It also described the planet it was found on and the location the planet could be found. He had many pages marked that he wanted to see and visit. As he thought this he realized that that day was fast approaching, as soon as Rhyan returned. And that knowledge left him breathless.
The next couple of weeks seemed to pass by in a blur. Not because time sped by, he only wished. No, it was because time crept by so slowly and he was so bored that he thought he was going to die from sheer boredom. So, because he was so bored he slept or dozed like a cat both day and night, which caused the time to go by more quickly and also made it seem like a living dream. However, one day all that change and his dream became a nightmare. He had a customer and as he looked at the man who stood in his doorway his whole body began to tremble, and not from excitement but from terror.
The man was beautiful, not like how Rhyan was beautiful, but a dark deadly beauty. The man was all dark, his clothes, his hair and even the colour of his eyes. As Astraya looked into those eyes he noticed that they were all dark, there was no white, and what he saw in them caused him to tremble even more. What he saw in those eyes was pure evil.
When the man stepped into his room it was as if all the light and warmth was sucked away and Astraya felt cold and very much afraid. Afraid of this man and what he saw in those eyes. Eyes that showed him his future, a future of nothing but pain, agony and eventual death.
Within the space of a breath the dark man was on top of him and it was as if a cloak of darkness and evil surrounded him and enveloped him, seeping into his body, suffocating every pore. Suddenly his body exploded in white hot pain and he couldn't even scream, his voice was cut off by the darkness and evil that was smothering his very life's energy.
This pain--- this agony, repeated over and over, time and time again. He didn't even know how much time had passed. All he knew was darkness and evil, pain and agony, and despair.
Rhyan came racing down the brightly lit halls of the S&M suit and came to a stop at the black oak door. Somehow a draken had gotten into the palace and tortured Astraya nearly to death. His injuries were so bad they had to call a nemarin to bring him back from death's comforting embrace.
They told him that Astraya still slept. Even now as he entered the solid black door Astraya still laid there on the large black shrouded bed looking as white as death. A sudden shiver rippled through Rhyan's body at the image that enter him mind. Shaking his head he looked back to the bed. Astraya's eyes were still closed and his lips were a pale comparison to their normal vibrant colour. The nemarin was still by Astraya's bedside. He was tall and slender like all his race but what made him different and gave him the status of a nemarin was his long silver-white hair and his white gold pupil less eyes.
The tall Nemarin's long slender hands hovered over Astraya's eerily still form. A pale blue light haloing them as they slowly mover the length of Astraya's small body. Rhyan watched his body nervously and when he saw the slight movement of the otherwise still form he breathed a sight of relief. That was too close and the boy was still not out of danger. The small rise and fall of the boy's slender chest was too shallow and the slight furrow of the Nemarin's narrow eyebrows only confirmed his concern.
Without even looking up the nemarin spoke, his voice soft and gentle like a cool spring breeze. "The boy belong to you?"
"He does now." Rhyan said a defiant look in his eyes and in his voice.
That is good. Because he cannot be here any longer. If he should experience any intense pain," the nemarin said and looking up into Rhyan's eyes with those intense white gold ones he finished, "He will die."
A chill ripple through his body at those words and the intensity in the young man's voice and eyes. "I will not let that happen." Rhyan said, his voice low but sincere.
"Then take him away. Take him tonight." the nemarin said, his eyes earnest. Rhyan could clearly see his desire to save the boy in them.
"I will." he said and began to collect the things he knew Astraya would want, which was not much.
With everything collected he put them all in one of his bags and went to fetch the boy only to find him already in the Nemarin's arms.
"I will need to stay by the boy's side until he completely heals." the Nemarin said as if to explain his actions.
Rhyan just nodded his head. "Come then." and with that he collected the bags and headed out the door with the Nemarin following close behind.
They did not encounter any resistance as the Nemarin expected. "I guess what Rhyan said was truth." the Nemarin thought as he continued to follow Rhyan. Within ten minutes they were on Rhyan's personal shuttle heading for outer space.
After first inputting the information needed Rhyan then put it on autopilot and turned to go check on Astraya and the Nemarin. Astraya had been placed on the only bed in the shuttle with the Nemarin, Lyre settled beside him.
He looked up when Rhyan came into the room and smiled. "He's improving. His breathing has become deeper and more surer." Lyre said looking at Rhyan. Rhyan smiled. "I'm glad." he said and walking the short distance sat down on the large bed next to Astraya. The bed was just big enough to fit the three of them. But no more. It was not as big as Astraya's old bed back at the palace, nor as lavishing. But it was almost as big.
The night slowly passed by with only some minor improvements to the boy's condition. Rhyan finally grew tired enough and getting up laid down on the bed beside Astraya as Lyre did the same on Astraya's other side. They laid like that all through the night, giving Astraya all the love and comfort that he needed to pull out of the darkness that still enveloped him.
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The weeks passed by with much the same, the only difference being that Rhyan's shuttle made it to its destination, a huge docked ship orbiting a small blue planet. Also Astraya finally awoke. When he opened his eyes it was to strange surrounding. He was even in a different bed. The room was brighter, colour wise and there were no windows in the small room so he couldn't tell if it was day or night. It felt like night.
Sighing Astraya slowly got out of the nice warm bed and began walking toward the only door in the room. Just when he was about to grip the door handle it was suddenly jerked out of his hands and he was staring at a slender chest clothed in soft white velvet.
Looking up he looked into a pair of pupiless white gold eyes, eyes that took his breath away. He just stood there and stared into the most beautiful face he had ever seen, and he'd seen also. He was even more gorgeous than Rhyan.
"Hello Astraya, my name is Lyre." the gorgeous young man said, his voice soft and gentle. Even his voice sounded gorgeous.
As he stood there mesmerized by the young man's beauty a familiar voice came from behind Lyre. "Astraya, you're awake!" It was Rhyan's voice and the sound of it seemed to snap Astraya out of his little trance.
"Rhyan." Astraya said his voice soft and breathless and watched as Rhyan came from behind the young man. Rhyan didn't say anything, he just walked the short distance to him and took him in his arms and held him there. Only then did he say something. "I was so worried about you." he whispered into Astraya's raven dark hair. Astraya didn't say anything to that he just allowed Rhyan to hold him tight.
Finally curiosity got the best of him and with his voice muffled by Rhyan's strong chest he asked, "Where are we?"
"We are on my ship." Rhyan said and letting go of the boy placed a hand on the boy's slender shoulder and proceeded to show him his ship. Rhyan save the best for last and stood back as they walked onto the bow of the ship and walking over to his captains chair he reached down and pressed a button.
Suddenly the shutters that shielded the windows began to open all around and with wide eyes Astraya watched as he was beginning to be surrounded by stars. It was amazing! All around him were beautiful bright stars. It was as if he were in the heavens himself with nothing to hold him down. It was at that moment that a shooting star streaked by and the sight took Astraya's breath away.
"So, how do you like it?" he heard Rhyan's voice ask from behind him.
"It's amazing!" he said breathlessly. Just then a small blue little planet caught his eye. "What planet is that?" he asked looking at the small little planet. Memories of it slowly began to surface.
"That is the planet Teirsan. That used to be you home until I brought you here. We are in the Verith system. Did you know Lyre's home planet Reshan is also in the Verith system." Rhyan told him putting his arms around Astraya's slender waist and nuzzling his face into his neck. "We will be visiting his planet next." he whispered. "His planet is very beautiful, just like its inhabitants. It is crystal white when looking at it from outer space but when you land it is breathtaking in its beauty and serenity." he said softly his hands caressing Astraya's exposed belly. The soft touches were beginning to excite him and he could feel Rhyan's need rubbing against his back. He want to be with Rhyan again but he didn't want to leave this amazing sight.
"Will we be spending some time there?" Astraya asked still staring out at the stars. It looked so peaceful out there.
"Yes." Rhyan whispered. "About two years. Then after that I will take you to the planets you want to see.
This news accomplished it task and brought Astraya out of his half trance like state. "Really?!" he asked excitedly turning to face Rhyan.
This excitement brought a chuckle out of Rhyan and he took Astraya into his arms. "Come." he whispered seductively into Astraya's ear and smiled when he felt the boy's body shiver excitedly. "Let us return to our room." And with that said he turned and lead the way with Astraya following, his heart light and his soul finally eased. He was at last free.
After some time they finally received the okay to depart. The left the beautiful peaceful planet of Teirsan and headed for the planet Reshan with much eagerness from all aboard the Star Raven but none more so then Lyre. His desire to return to his beloved home planet was so great that at times he could not even sleep. When this happened he would get up out of his much too spacious bed and look out at the forever night of space. The stars would wink and twinkle as the large ship passed them by. Lyre would just sit there for hours and stare out at the Eternal Night, as his people called space.
Sighing, he would sit there and as he sat there his mind traveled and thinking of the events that were going-on on his planet. If his calculations were correct they would arrive in time for the Spring Tindes festivities. It is going to be quite interesting how Rhyan was going to handle it, what with how beautiful and exotic Astraya is. For Spring Tindes is more widely know as the Engagement Festival.
Even Lyre himself has dreamed of having Astraya in his bed. This longing has kept him awake many a nights and it would always end with a very cold shower just so he could at least get some sleep. However, he has yet to try anything. Rhyan was a powerful man and he knew Astraya belonged to him. Lyre sighed again as that depressing thought sank in.
Just then he felt a comforting presence enter his room. He immediately knew who it was. It was Rhyan. "At least 'he' was still available." The thought comforted him a little and made the notion of not being allowed Astraya more bearable.
"I see you couldn't sleep again." Rhyan said as he walked up and stood behind Lyre. Lyre didn't even move when Rhyan placed a hand on his bare creamy white shoulder. He could hear the undertones in the young man's voice and knew what had brought him here, so taking the unspoken hint Lyre turned his head and placed a slender hand on the one resting on his shoulder. Looking up he said, "I can think of a few pleasurable ways to tire me out." he said in his most seductive voice, a sheepish smile playing at his full luscious lips.
Rhyan smiled as a delightful shiver rippled through his body and heat began to pool down in his groin. Gently he tugged on the beautiful Nemarin's shoulder and allowed him to lead the way to his bed.
They arrived on the planet about a week later and as they walked around Lyre noticed that things went exactly as he had figured they would. Astraya got all the attention that Lyre thought he would, much to Rhyan's disdain. After several attempts to claim the boy a very annoyed and aggrieved Rhyan turned to him and demanded to know where they were to go to become engaged and what it was that he had to do. Lyre tried to hide his amusement as best he could but he knew a little of it escaped by the concerned look in Astraya's eyes.
A sly smile played at Lyre's lips and he led the way picking up twin engagement wreaths as he went. As they walked he handed them to Rhyan instructing him to place one around his neck and the other around Astraya's. Astraya just looked at the wreath, confused and a little apprehensive. Looking up he caught the tail end of that sly smile he had caught earlier before Lyre turned away. This caused Astraya's apprehension to grow even more.
The planet was amazing and breathtaking in its beauty that upon first sight it quite literally took Astraya's breath away. He was clueless as to what was going on though. Lyre said this was a festival, he had never seen one before, being locked up as he was he never had the opportunity to, but as he walked beside Rhyan and looked around he was beginning to enjoy himself. Even though several time during their walk one of the inhabitants, both male and female, of this beautiful planet tried to take off with him, much to Rhyan's displeasure, did not damper his pleasure. Even when Rhyan placed that unusual sweet smelling flower thing around his neck and he caught that sly smile on Lyre's sweet full lips he was still somewhat enjoying himself. However, now as he stood in this strange room with three even stranger boys trying to undress him his enjoyment of this planet was making a sharp descent.
After several unsuccessful attempts one of the strange boys finally got their unnaturally cool hands under his clothes, which caused a very startled and rather undignified yelp to come from him. He didn't even know he made that unnatural sound until Lyre came rushing in. Lyre took in the scene with mild humor, Astraya could see it in his pale eyes, and with a few short words in his own language and a gesture or two the boys quickly left the room with carefully hidden sniggers.
Lyre just smiled at the boys' departing backs. He caught the knowing looks the boys shot him before they disappeared. However the look that was featured on Astraya's beautiful face showed that he had not seen. Lyre's smile deepened and he walked slowly over to the confused boy. "They were just trying to help you undress." Lyre said as he walked up.
"I can do that myself Lyre." Astraya said, his silky voice laced with high annoyance. Lyre just continued to smile, he knew the boy didn't mean any disrespect. "Yes, however it is our custom to help undress and redress the one that is to be married." he gently told the boy as he stood behind him, placing a gentle hand on each shoulder.
"WHAT!?" Astraya cried when the meaning of Lyre's words penetrated his brain, and turning around quickly he stared at the young man with eyes wide with shock. He had never heard anything so preposterous in his life. How could a man marry a man?
Lyre smothered a chuckle that was threatening to bubble up. He knew the boy would take it the wrong way so he did his best to keep it in check. So, with a cool caring expression on his face he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders once again. "You already belong to Rhyan, right?" he asked looking into those deep vibrant eyes.
"Yes." came the hesitant reply.
"Then what's the harm in doing it in name as well?" Lyre asked allowing his smile that had been wanting to emerge to grace his lips.
The look on the boy's face changed and he looked away.
"So, will you allow me to help you change into your marriage garments?" Lyre asked, the smile still on his lips.
Astraya looked up sensing a hidden motive behind the offer but allowing him anyway. Ever since their first meeting he could feel the man's want for him and his distress and displeasure at not being able to have him. It saddened him to see the hidden pain in those beautiful unusual eyes, so if he could ease the pain just a little in any way, any form he would. It was the least he could do for him.
"Your going to look breathtaking Astraya." he heard Lyre say from behind him. His breath whispering across the bottom of his ear and across the sensitive part of his neck. The sudden intimacy caused a shiver of delight to ripple through his body and pool between his legs.
Lyre had already removed his shirt and was moving around and down to start on his pants. The sudden realization on what Lyre would find when he got there caused Astraya to yelp once again (much to his utter humiliation and disdain) and jumped quickly back, his hands on the already untied tie, holding his pants up.
"I. . . it's alright. I. . . I can do it myself." Astraya stammered. He could feel himself grow hot and knew he was bright red, which humiliated him even more.
"I don't mind." Lyre said calmly. He did not understand the sudden change in the boy's behavior.
"I. . . it's not that." Astraya said avoiding Lyre's eyes. He could feel his body's increase in temperature and desire and knew he must be flushed now as well as bright red which, if it was at all possible, caused his humiliation to grow even more.
Confused and a little hurt, even though he knew it would pain the boy deeply if he knew, Lyre looked down to where the boy's hands gripped tightly and realization to the boy actions smacked him in the face and he nearly laughed. There, in the folds of the boy's pants was the signs of a growing erection. He now knew the reason behind the boy's reluctance to remove the remainder of his clothes and the hurt evaporated and with a smile he stepped toward the boy once again, closing the distance between them. "Do you need some time alone?" he asked softly, whispering into the boy's ear. Not looking at Lyre Astraya nodded his head, not at all trusting his voice. Lyre could feel the boy's humiliation, it emanated off him in waves.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know." he said as he turned and began walking toward the door. "I just wish I could help with it." Lyre added at the door and with a smile that caused the boy's problem throb closed the door softly behind him.
"If only you could." Astraya said softly with a sigh and with that thought on his mind he reached down and began the process of relieving him of said problem.
About an hour later Astraya was standing outside underneath a flower covered arch. He was wearing white silk pants with a long white silk overcoat. The overcoat itself went all the way down past his knees and had slits on each side that went up to his waist with long billowy sleeves. Lyre had braided flowers into his long black hair and when Astraya had looked in the mirror that was in the dressing room the sight took his breath away. He had hardly recognized himself. He made quite an amazing sight and when he walked outside to meet Rhyan the look on his face told Astraya that he thought so as well. With a smile and a light heart he walked the rest of the way and stood beside Rhyan. His heart was racing.
A priestess from the Tranquil Order stood under the beautiful flowered arch a peaceful smile lighting her beautiful face. "Are we ready?" she asked, her musical voice filling the air. With that the ceremony began.
The night was filled with celebration for all those who took vows and who had spoke vows the year before. The festival did not see its end till the morning's first light and most did not see their beds till then. However those who were eager to consummate their marriage slipped away before then. Rhyan and Astraya were among those few. Lyre had found a bed companion the previous night , much to Astraya's delight and yet dismay. He was with him even now.
Astraya did not understand these feeling that plagued his heart when it came to the beautiful Nemarin and as he laid there in the large canopied bed next to his husband, who was still sound asleep this early in the morning, he analyze his feelings. He liked Rhyan, however he liked Lyre as well and he knew that Lyre liked him too. He could tell by the way the handsome Nemarin acted around him. He was sure Rhyan knew as well, and from the way he acted it seemed that he didn't mind, but astraya knew that was only because Lyre has not tried anything and just as long as it stayed that way he would continue to not mind. Much to Astraya's dismay. He wanted attention from Lyre but he also didn't want to get the Nemarin in trouble. He just hoped that someday Rhyan would become less possessive and would eventually allow Lyre to bed him. He wanted to feel the Nemarin's gentle, sensual touch.
His body began to tingle at where that thought was leading and with an iron will slammed the door on that hopefully not empty dream. Just then a thought occurred to him and looking over to his left he looked to see if that thought had awakened Rhyan. When he saw no signs of waking he sighed a sigh of relief. He found out a long time ago that Rhyan was sensitive to thought. Astraya himself was too and so was Lyre. In the beginning Astraya had begun to worry when he began to hear voices and to prevent from going crazy had found some way to tune them out. He had all but forgotten about that until one day Rhyan mentioned something about it. When his mind fully registered what had been said his body shook and he collapsed with overwhelming relief. He wasn't crazy!
Astraya smiled. Na, at least not in that regard. Looking over again he sighed, still asleep. Well might as well join him, he thought and curled up under the covers, his arm draped over Rhyan's waist and snuggled up against his back and went back to sleep.