Summary : Gambit learns more about Trishnar's mysterious Siskan, Aiden, and gets a little something in return. Part 24 of my Kimble series.

Notes : Rated M for language, violence, and sexual situations.

AU but only because I chose to change a few things in my dear friends' histories for simplification, nothing drastic so please forgive. I've been working on this story for years so I do ask that you don't use any of my non-Marvel universe characters without my permission. I love my Siskans as I do my children.

Updated 10 -20-13 to add (break)s as needed and to keep on fixin' them things what need fixin'.

(One)

It was the next morning when Remy's eyes slowly came open. He was sprawled on his back on the bed, his body tingling all over and shimmering still. He had no idea how long he had been out cold, but he was now alone. He reached out beside him and saw a single blood red rose in the place of the woman who had set his body aflame and his mind free, she had left it for him, correctly guessing he would appreciate the rare beauty of it. He was filled with a contentment he hadn't had in a good long time. He was no longer afraid of this new power, this Kundatesh empathy, in fact he chose to embrace it and learn as much as he could. In this house he would have lots of practice.

He was comfortable and slow to move so he just lay for a moment, taking stock of this little impromptu vacation. He was very grateful for Babette arranging this little invite for him, he had learned far more than he could have on his own – Kimble was part of some kind of mysterious Game. Kimble was split, something that apparently was all too common in empathic Siskan Courtesans, but that was okay because there was this Games Master fellow who could help him out. Babette was an example of how if a 'gram did split, they could be made whole again. Of course there was that troubling episode with Aiden...

Just thinking about Aiden made his stomach hurt just little and his hand rubbed softly there, making small circles as he considered his options. He wanted – no he needed – to get Aiden to talk to him. Something about the guy made him impossible to outright dismiss. What was this thing Aiden had suggested he needed? This thing he could get from no one else? Remy had been around enough persuaders to know that wasn't an outright lie. Aiden did possess something he wanted to share. The thing was, Remy wasn't sure he was up to paying the price, not just yet.

Remy smiled a little when he heard his stomach growl. Maybe some of that discomfort was just an empty belly. Beyond the girls, the food here was amazing and he had eaten very well at every meal, making up for some of those lost pounds. He felt good again, strong, which was a good thing considering all of his physical activity here, inside and outside of the bedroom. Henry would no doubt be pleased.

Of course all that food didn't quite satisfy that strange craving he had that persisted even now. It was like a nag that just wouldn't quit. Being with Babette had taken the edge off, but it was still there, perhaps because he was now alone in this great sprawling bed. He hadn't liked last night's loss of control with Aiden, the way he had gotten so flash angry like that. It wasn't his style to get so instantly furious and it bugged him. It was a taste of that rage he'd had when he had broken his wrist fighting with Logan and he had no wish to get that crazy ever again. Being cool and collected in stressful situations had always been his trademark, he wasn't happy with the way he was feeling now.

Remy's stomach grumbled again and he gave in, smiling just a bit as he dressed. He began his day as usual, but was very thoughtful as he made his way down the stairs to the dining room for breakfast. He had something he wanted to accomplish today, he wanted to try and make peace with Aiden. The Siskan intrigued him and he was certain there must be a way for them to communicate without any sexual entanglements or frustrations. He owed it to Kimble to try.

As he entered the diningroom, Remy noticed that some of the girls were already there, watching him arrive with knowing smiles. He sat at the table to be served and three of the girls were there to wait on him - Marielle, Krista and Anise. They hovered about, laughing softly and touching him as they set his dishes out before him. He felt their hands brush his, leaving shimmering trails of sparkling happiness on his skin. His senses were in full gear from Babette's intense workout that morning and he saw all of their bright shines. He couldn't help but laugh softly and they laughed with him.

"Good morning, Remy," they greeted him in the usual Siskan, caressing him with their soft, musical voices. Marielle bent to kiss him in the usual, suck face, 'Hey, let's make out' fashion, and he shuddered in his chair, groaning when his body surged with passionate lust as her desire blasted him. His sensitivity had been boosted from his practice session with Babette last night and he was more sensitive than he had been before. Whatever this Kundatesh was, it was a bridge just as Babette had said, he was feeling Marielle's vibrations of lustful intentions wash over him invitingly. He found himself lost in that moment, absurdly wondering if Trishnar's large oak dining table could take their weight, he wanted to take her right here, right now. Lord have mercy, it would be so sweet.

Gambit heard a soft snicker and turned away to see Aiden watching them from the open doorway. He seemed none the worse for wear after his rough night and was dressed in the usual half open Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts. Remy's bright mind noticed some subtle details quickly - Aiden's shirt had been changed from yesterday, his clothes were apparently real and not created by his skin. Like Kimble, this one could no longer change his dress by thought alone. Aiden was fresh and his hair was still damp from the shower. The Siskan said nothing more, but there was a hungry gleam in his eyes as he looked over their guest with a strange knowing smile on his lips.

/I 'ave szumpt'ing you need, he vibrated again, the message just as distorted as it had been the previous evening. It was still a challenge. /You won't get it from anyone elsze./

Remy met his eyes, but that same nervousness was there, making him feel just a little too warm.

Marielle noticed they were no longer alone. "Don't mind him," she said to Remy with some jealousy. She had seen the intensity of Remy's observation and the smile on Aiden's lips as he appreciated the attention. "He thinks he's better than us. He won't lay with you unless you ask. It's his pride. His arrogant male pride. He'll never change skins, not even for one as pretty as you. Isn't that true, Dreamer?"

Aiden scowled in silent fury at her biting words but then shook his head, laughing softly with derision. He wouldn't let her get the better of him.

Remy licked his lips nervously, he could feel the tension rising in the room. This one was not as accepted in the group, that was clear. Remy hadn't really sensed a real hierarchy here among the Siskans, but if he had to guess, Babette was first, the one most in charge, and Aiden would be on the bottom of the ladder. He could see Aiden's shimmer again and noticed it wasn't the same as the others, not even like Babette's. It was bright and sparkly, speaking to him of dark mysteries and whole worlds to be explored. He shivered as he realized Aiden was reaching out with his power and it was touching him, even from the distance to the door. He wondered now if it was even Marielle's lust he had felt when she kissed him.

As if in answer to his question, Aiden sniffed lightly at him, flaring his nostrils as Logan so often did when he was trying to figure someone out. He was tasting Remy's air, feeling him and sensing his presence in the room. Remy shivered with something close to arousal, he couldn't help it, and Aiden smiled again, pleased with himself. It was arrogance, that smile. Arrogance and smooth sensuality, a sign Aiden knew just how to take over this whole scene if he wanted to.

Emboldened by Remy's response, Aiden eased himself from the doorway and took one step, but Marielle hissed at him. "He's mine!"

Remy cocked his head in bewilderment. Jeez, they were going to fight over him?

Aiden wasn't the least bit afraid, quite the contrary, he diverted his attention from Remy and came closer still to stand in front of Marielle, locking her with his eyes like a snake to its meal. He whispered something, a single guttural word in that harsh language Remy didn't understand. It was a command, understood or not, and Marielle shivered violently with sudden arousal, her arms breaking out in gooseflesh. She gasped and stood quivering, fixed in place by his powerful predatory stare. The other two Siskans in the room, Krista and Anise, slipped quietly away, wanting none of this.

/Pay attention, Shi'ow-ri whispered. /This could get interesting./

Remy watched in amazement as he realized what was going on. Aiden had fixed on his prey and was mentally showering the poor Siskan female in wave after wave of glorious pleasure. It was a kind of magic - Aiden never touched her, but stood less than an inch away, slowly raising his hands over her body like he was casting a spell. His mouth was half open as if to speak, yet nothing more passed his lips. He was using the Kundatesh, his powerful empathy, hammering her with vibrations of pleasure. Babette had said Aiden was a Master of it and that was truly no lie. Marielle's shine was changing fast from a swirling dark to a fierce crimson, something Remy could observe with his eyes even if he couldn't see the actual Kundatesh moving through the air between them. And it was there, that gush of Kundatesh magic, it was like a shimmering cloud of heat and passion and pure unbridled lust loose in the air. It was aggressive, tinged with a hint of danger, flavored with an undertone of Aiden's anger and offense at not being accepted. He was punishing her, but doing it with pleasure instead of pain, something that was somehow worse. It washed over her, his vibrations bathing her invisibly in bliss and Remy was forgotten to her. She had been embraced by a ghostly lover who demanded all of her attention as he made love to her, ravishing her like no human ever could.

Remy made a noise of bewildered confusion, he wasn't sure just why Aiden was doing this. Some of it had to be revenge for Marielle's remark, but at the same time, he could see Aiden glancing at him as if the Siskan was expecting Remy to be impressed by this show of power. While it was vaguely amusing, it disturbed Gambit at the same time because Marielle was being affected against her will. She wasn't fighting this at the moment, but she clearly hadn't asked for it.

Aiden snorted once in all knowing self satisfaction and then Marielle convulsed, finally climaxing right then and there, right on her feet without Aiden ever physically touching her at all. She still had one hand on Remy's arm, forgotten in her transfixed state, and the thief gasped when her backwash suddenly flooded him, knocking his head back.

"Mon dieu!" Remy cried out in mental agony. His back arched and he was going off right there with her, right there in the chair, convulsing hard enough to slam his head on the back of the chair. The finish had been violent and painful because he hadn't been fully aroused and ready for it. It was torn from him without his consent and it hadn't been pleasant at all, a sort of psychic attack whether it had been intended that way or not. He fell back in his seat, heaving for breath and his eyes wild.

The rush was so powerful, more than his feeble human brain could possibly handle, and he blacked out only to wake a few seconds later. He woke to find himself slumped awkwardly in the chair and dripping with sweat. He knew he hadn't been out long, everyone was still as they were. Well, Marielle had hit the floor from a blackout of her own, but was now rising, her face a distorted mask of rage.

Remy watched all of this through a grey fog of hysteria. He was shaking now, trying not to bolt out of here screaming. "Uhnn...fuck!" he gasped, overcome. Shi'ow-ri was garbling unreadable nonsense into his brain, she was just as fried as he was.

"Aiden!"

The Siskan man jerked in fright at the sound of the voice, so lost in his personal victory he had been. He turned to face Babette who now occupied the space he had abandoned in the doorway. He stepped back from her quickly in submission, respecting her authority, and Remy felt it when he withdrew his power. It gave no gentle goodbye, it was there and gone, leaving the thief feeling naked and horribly exposed, his brain raw and aching.

Marielle had recovered far more quickly than he had. "You bastard!" she shrieked and swung at Aiden, punching him painfully on the arm. Aiden winced in real pain and rubbed his arm where she struck him, but his smile of triumph never faltered. He cringed only when Babette shouted again.

"What are you doing, you two! Asked you to leave Remy alone I did! Know this, you do, that he's very sensitive and must be handled carefully. All of you this morning I told to be careful!" Babette scolded to the two Siskans like naughty children.

"It's Aiden's fault!" Marielle complained. "Remy just came down for breakfast and-"

"Not the least bit interested in excuses, me! Knew you'd be all over him, I did. As soon as I had my back turned!" Babette replied, silencing her. "As for you-" she said, saving the worst of her heat for Aiden. "Apologize! Trying to do what, are you? Frighten our guest so badly that never touch any of us again he will?"

Aiden looked back at Remy and tossed his head arrogantly. Gambit had an idea that this had gone a little further than Aiden had intended, Marielle had been his target, not himself, but it was too late to do anything about that now. Aiden's eyes flashed now with anger and wounded pride, almost shining with tears. He wouldn't allow them to fall, not this Siskan. Instead he said nothing at all in apology or otherwise, but bowed slightly at Gambit and slipped quietly away, his head down. Once outside the door, he took off at a fast trot, disappearing back into the house.

"Told you he thinks he's better than us," Marielle complained just then, dusting herself off with as much dignity as she could muster. "He's such an ass."

"Not much better are you!" Babette replied testily. "Get out!"

Marielle tossed her head and flounced out, clearly feeling like she had done no wrong. Babette came to Gambit who was fully flushed and still struggling for control in the chair. "Okay, you are?"

"Oui, chere. All dis empat'y just sumptin' Gambit's gonna 'afta get a little used to." A tear leaked from one eye, he was still trembling and shaking, just a little too stressed. He was trying hard to maintain some kind of control, he felt shaky and all out of sorts, like he could just bawl right now, but his dignity wouldn't allow it. Yes, Babette had shown him something he might use as a shield against a bombardment like this, but he hadn't had the time to practice. What he had just witnessed was unexpected and he'd had no reaction time to defend himself. At least he could learn from it, he would know that around Aiden, he had to be much more careful.

Babette came to him with a knowing smile and embraced him, showering him with gentle soothing vibrations. She held him and stayed with him until he calmed, then she led him back to his room and helped him to clean up. She undressed him with care, and brought him into the shower. She soaped him up and pampered him, all the while brushing his mind gently with her power. He was now used to her presence there and embraced her, loving this.

Once alone with her, he recovered quickly from his little scare and was soon back to asking more questions. "Why did Marielle call Aiden de Dreamer?"

"Told you he dreams I did. Sees things in his sleep Aiden sometimes does. All the girls know it. Wouldn't be so bad, this, if what Aiden saw didn't frighten him so much."

"What does 'e see?"

She shrugged and he sensed in her a need to be evasive. She was protective of Aiden and his secrets. "Other worlds, dangerous places. Doesn't always say, he does."

"Non, 'e paints it instead," Remy replied thoughtfully, thinking of the paintings he had seen in Babette's room. Those pictures had been so detailed and made with great care, they very well could have been made from memory.

Babette shook her head in confusion. "What? No. Don't think so, me."

"De battles. Scenes like dat would frighten anyone," Remy replied, growing ever more certain of this. This wasn't the first time he had seen a psychic act out or draw what they may have seen, it was something Charles regularly used as therapy for the budding young telepaths and clairvoyants back home. Babette wouldn't know this, not as sheltered as she was in Trishnar's roomy palace.

She considered this, sensing his greater experience in these things. "Suppose it's possible, I do, but he would have told me I think."

"He ever see de future? See t'ings dat mebbe gonna happen?"

"Sometimes. Won't tell me everything he sees, Aiden will. Only comes to me he does, when too frightened he gets. He has never said if all that he sees will come to pass."

"Is 'e de only one of you dat dreams like dat?"

"Yes. Came to him it did, from when melted he was. His power is quite strong, him."

Remy changed tack, pouncing on that. "Why is Aiden's Kundatesh so powerful compared to de rest of you? Gambit ain't never felt nuthin' like dat b'fore."

"Don't know, me. Perhaps because three times melted was he," Babette answered. She had the thief back on the bed now and was brushing out his wet hair with careful, practiced strokes. Nothing felt as good as her hands on him and he was fully relaxed until it hit him what she had said.

Remy's eyes went wide. "T'ree times?"

"Yes," she replied her voice soft and sad. "Three times at least, he was. See how shy he is, you do? Badly abused was he. Melted on purpose to break him down he was. At least when melted I was, an accident it had been and well cared for afterwards was I. Taken by the Muzla Aiden had been and a violent race that was very cruel, they are. Was shattered on purpose, my poor dear Aiden, so he'd be violent for the Gladiator games he was forced to participate in."

Remy's mind worked quickly, even as Babette was still speaking. Aiden had been trained to fight. Well, that surely explained that well experienced fighter's stance during that last confrontation. It was just as well they had never come to blows, Trishnar's fine furniture might not have survived it.

Babette continued to explain, "Only interested in money the Muzla are. Not once did they care about how what they did affected Aiden, them. Wanted him to be a fighter, they did, but that is not what a Lushna-esk is made for, of course. Violent and cruel, they needed him to be and so horrible they were to him. Knew it they did, that that was what it would take to make him that way. Fortunately got some help from Trishnar, Aiden did. Was repaired by Trishnar and then not so violent he became, not as he once was. Much better he is, really, than when he first came here. Was a wreck then, my Aiden. Split into eight, maybe more. By Trishnar's request, the Games Master did come. Took three tries, it did, but finally got Aiden back together again, he did. Now he's okay, Aiden. Not so violent or speaking in voices anymore. Might appear kind of spooky sometimes, Aiden does, but really quite harmless. Wanted you to meet him, I did. When he first came to be with us, wished for death Aiden did, as you say your Kimble does now. Wasn't just the Games Master that fixed that in him. All the love that came to him from here, it was. Trishnar his Master may be, but here as well was I, caring for him and spending time with him. See now that he's okay, you do?"

Remy nodded, but was still thoughtful. "He okay, mebbe. But 'e still got some trouble 'ere with de girls. He seem angry and sad, too."

"Not from being broken, that is. His pride that is, something the Muzla never broke. Wants to be accepted and chosen for who he is, as he is, Aiden does. Not for what he looks like. That's why he won't shift unless of his own choosing it is. Very sensitive is he, to what the others think about him. Don't see why, I do. He's the most powerful one among us."

"His power grow from being melted?"

"When get melted we do, changed can we become. Powers can come to us based on the energy used to transform us. Aiden's strength comes from being melted so many times - believe this, I do - but sometimes...sometimes thinks me, that made that way deliberately to some degree, he was. Has his own theory Aiden does, of course. Says we started out as the Lushna-esk, but became something else we did, changed by fate and cruelty. The Lushna-esk means 'The Touched'. Called us that as a joke, the Siskans did. Said that mad in our heads, we were. But thinks Aiden does, that had a plan for us, the Great Spirits did. Now different we are, Aiden and I ...because of what was done to us. Calls us, Aiden does, the Kintay du Lushna-esk, Those Touched by the Great Spirits."

Remy nodded, understanding. It was not uncommon for the gifted to think that their powers came from a higher power, it sometimes made it easier to swallow than them coming from some random accident or fate. "Who are de Great Spirits?"

"A fancy name for your God is this. The Great Spirits created everything and are all powerful, the Siskans believed."

"Aiden talks to you? I didn't t'ink 'e speak a language anyone could understand."

Babette smiled at him playfully. "Speaks the Siskan to me, Aiden does. When we are alone. The only one he bothers with, am I. The only one he's really comfortable with. Never pass judgement on him I do, for his flaws, and so loves me he does. Really quite special, he is. See it, you will, when get to know him better, you do."

Remy smiled in exasperation. "Gambit's tryin', fille, de little bugger just isn't makin' it easy. You an' 'im, you 'ave de same Creator?"

"Yes. Quishnalay, his name it was. Your Siskan should be the same. Never told you, him?"

"Non. He say dat 'e was made by a man called Sheyman. He live wit Sheyman and took care of 'im. Dey were like lovers, very close. Kimble de only Siskan dere. Sheyman tell Kimble 'e de one to make 'im, dat's why 'e special, why 'e have de power."

"Maybe Kimble was mistaken."

"Non. Gambit saw... It's complicated, but Gambit saw 'is life." Remy took a minute and tried his best to explain what had happened to him. He spoke of Kimble and his life on the Lucky Dragon and how when Kimble almost died, he had come to save him. He tried to describe the file sharing and was relieved when she seemed to know what he was talking about. She had never heard of such a thing happening before, but guessed that somehow, key elements of Kimble's mental framework had been implanted on his own mind, giving him the power of the Kundatesh. Of course she also hypothesized that he had possessed the ability all along and Kimble's mental intrusion had merely opened the door. It was something he had wondered himself.

"I didn't see anyt'ing in Sheyman's place dat look like a machine dat would make a hologram," Remy explained, getting back on point. "Maybe Sheyman's de liar."

"Perhaps, wanted Kimble to feel secure, he did. Unorthodox was this, this relationship he had with Kimble. Perhaps using Kimble illegally was he and sent his Siskan out to serve clients for money. A permit would have been needed."

"Sheyman 'ad a powerful father. P'etetre, 'e use him to get around t'ings."

"Perhaps."

Remy sighed, thinking. "So all de 'grams in de Game come from one guy, dis Quishnalay dude?"

"Yes."

"All de Lushna-esk?"

"No. Only those made from a special clutch was placed in the Game. Lushna-esk Courtesans had already been in existence as defective 'grams long before that, we have. Deemed dangerous were they. Most often destroyed, but sometimes got sold did we, on the black market. Perhaps acquired Kimble there, Sheyman did."

"P'etetre, p'etetre non. P'etetre, dere a mix up. P'etetre, Kimble not yo' brother, but Sheyman's 'gram an' he got 'imself in de wrong place at de wrong time."

"No. At least I don't think so, me. All the 'grams in the Game came from Quishnalay, we did."

Remy groaned. "All dis is makin' my 'ead 'urt."

She patted his head affectionately. "Just need to eat, you do. Never did get to have your breakfast, you. Ready to go back out into the house, you are?"

He chuckled softly. "Is it safe?"

"Yes, my dear. Already gotten off this morning, Marielle has. All set for at least a couple more hours, she should be," she teased with a laugh.

They went back down to the dining room and Remy finally got to eat. By then he was ravenous. Babette laughed as he gorged himself on all of the fine things set before him. Clearly Trishnar enjoyed variety, he had a lot of dishes for Remy to chose from - exotic fruit and bread, more roasted meat and traditional bacon and eggs. Trishnar came down and joined them as well, although for him, this was now lunch. He was waited on by his Siskans as usual, but Aiden was now nowhere in sight. Trishnar looked around him, but when he met Babette's eyes, nodded in understanding.

The rest of Remy's day went by quickly. It was an unusually warm day, a comfortable fifty degrees. He went outside and played an energetic volley ball game with the other Siskan girls who joined him. All the girls loved to frolic and play. There was a volleyball net set up in the yard close by the pool and they played for a couple of hours. Gambit had a blast, mostly because they wouldn't let him win. He was getting his ass severely kicked and loving it.

He looked up once during the game and saw Aiden watching them from an upstairs window, Babette's window if he wasn't mistaken. The Siskan had an unreadable look on his face, he seemed sad and angry and indifferent all at once. Or perhaps simply jealous. Remy waved at him to join them, but Aiden withdrew, closing the curtains behind him.

Remy played until he was just too tired. They all settled down on the furniture by the pool and he was pampered once more as Frashnay and Krista massaged him, rubbing away all of his aches from the game. It was late afternoon now and the air still quite comfortable, especially after their exercise. The others disappeared and the three of them were left alone. Remy groaned in happiness, first when he felt their soft and lovely hands on his tired aching muscles, then in arousal as he felt them start to let him feel their power. They wanted to play a new game now.

These two were not as strong with the Kundatesh as Babette and Aiden, but it roused him just the same. It was startling, the way his body reacted so quickly to their invitations. He had been well used by these Siskans from the moment he arrived here and would have been convinced he could do no more, except for just how easily they could excite him. It was a sign that there was more than ordinary empathy going on here, they seemed to energize him as well. He put up a token verbal protest, they were out in the open, but soon let them wash him away. He was quickly becoming desensitized to the sexual openness that permeated this place. Again, these two girls were not the least bit concerned at having all of his attention to themselves, these two were a couple who merely wanted him along for the ride to add to the fun. They played with each other as much as with him and he had a grand time. These Siskans were eating away at his inhibitions, letting the backwash become a lure. He was drawn into their game and laughed as he watched them love each other as well as they were loving him. Their play lasted a long while, the passion building like some kind of monstrous volcano just waiting to bust. He just knew the backwash would be blinding but he didn't care, it would be wonderful and he couldn't wait to feel the rush of it. He was becoming more addicted to the Kundatesh with each passing moment in this place.

This encounter would prove to be more than he bargained for. It wasn't just that they were showing him a few new tricks he might want to save for later. They busy at play, the three of them. Remy was laughing and damp with sweat from the heat of being close to finishing when he looked up and saw Aiden watching them again.

The Siskan had the window open this time and was now sitting on the sill, smiling at him in wry amusement. All of Aiden's earlier trouble seemed to be gone, his spirits lifted by this new game. He had one hand between his legs, rubbing himself in time to Remy's rhythm with Krista, clearly aroused by watching them. He saw he had been noticed by Remy and smiled brightly, blowing him a playful kiss. The distance made this safe and when Gambit chuckled softly at it without fear, Aiden's smile grew wider. He was encouraged by Gambit's positive response to being watched and decided to play along. He brushed his lips with his fingertips and slowly slid a long slender finger into his mouth. He sucked on it with slow sensuous strokes, pantomiming a slow and glorious blow job, giving plenty of tongue.

Gambit shivered and groaned at the sight of it, arching his back. He was so close, but not quite yet. The girls were forgotten, all he saw was Aiden there, and he suddenly realized that he could feel the Siskan in his mind. It was subtle, not a true intrusion, just enough to keep his attention.

/Look at me, szee me. Zere isz not'ing to fear, came a vibration drifting down from the sill. Again, the vibration had a strange broken quality to it, even as it repeated its familiar message. /I 'ave szumpting you need. You won't get it from anyone elsze./

Well, Aiden certainly had all of Remy's attention now.

Aiden continued his game and the slow seduction of his mouth on that finger was more than Remy could stand in his present state of heightened arousal. For one brief moment, he pictured himself in that mouth, being caressed by that eager tongue and then Aiden smiled, letting him actually feel it there through the Kundatesh. It was more than Remy could take and he cried out, finishing violently as was now becoming his norm. He had nary a second to catch his breath when his ears were filled with the sounds of the girls doing the same all around him. He found himself laughing ironically, still looking up into Aiden's eyes when their double backwash slammed him and he fell, unafraid, into blackness.

He was the last of the trio to revive and was shaking and trembling when he awoke. He had a bit of a scare, he had been close to the edge of the pool when he blacked out. He had tumbled down onto the cement walkway and split his lip a little. There was a lesson to be learned here, 'Don't play with Siskans in potentially hazardous areas'. Seriously, he could have fallen into the pool and drowned!

He looked up to the window but Aiden was gone again, the window now closed as if the mysterious Siskan had never been there. Remy was left to wonder if maybe he had dreamed the whole thing in a Kundatesh induced dream. His stomach growled and he realized he was starving again. The girls were still there, kissing him and each other with a free and careless love. They dragged him laughing back to the dining room where he was once more well fed at Trishnar's fine table.

The Lord of the house joined him shortly, happy to sup with his guest. He could see Remy was having fun and enjoying his stay, his whiskers twitching all the while with wry amusement as he watched his guest interact with his Siskans. Trishnar had nothing to fear from his visitor, there was no way even a thief as talented as Remy would be able to make off with any of the girls, and it was clear Trishnar was happy to have the young thief around. He invited Remy once more for a private, after supper cocktail, an invitation Gambit readily accepted.