Chapter 15.

Iadin cradled Finn close and turned away from the sounds of the party. He headed down a hallway with stone floors in a deep, glossed violet. Gold mosaics patterned up the walls and stopped midway towards the ceiling. Sheer red curtains lined the archways and each contained a lantern, providing a warm and soft glow.

Iadin stopped before a large, diamond shaped door in jade green and opened it, releasing a cloud of humidity and the scents of vegetation. Finn gasped at the sight of a small forest, flourishing inside the room. Luscious plants occupied every space, insects chirped and red spheres, radiating warmth, hung in the air.

The Zithan followed a winding stone path and paused by a small clearing of grass. He folded his long legs and arranged the Human so his curly head rested on the larger boy's firm thigh. Finn settled comfortably in the warm grass and craned his neck to follow the path of a deep blue butterfly.

"This is my mother's garden." Iadin said quietly. "She wouldn't approve of us visiting, but she's already exhausted all of her punishments."

Finn lowered his chin and stared questioningly up into that oval face. On closer inspection he noticed traces of fatigue; peach shadows bruised the Zithan's glowing eyes and his slim shoulders were slumped forwards.

"I'm to be bonded." Iadin continued. "To Emal. This party is a celebration."

Finn's mouth parted in surprise and he reached out and touched Iadin's smooth calf.

"What does that mean?" He whispered.

Iadin and Finn had never truly spoken. They had shared kisses and intimacy, even violence and comfort - despite that the Human couldn't begin to guess what was in the young alien's heart. What he did know was there could only be one reason the Zithan was sharing with him now; with Acitu occupied, he had no one else to care.

Iadin picked a red flower and turned it between his fingers.

"It means we're moving." He answered, voice devoid of inflection. "All my belongings will be packed tonight. We leave in the morning." He snapped off a thorn and twirled the stem slowly.

Finn silently absorbed this. The adrenaline from Dile's chase had left his system and exhaustion was taking hold. Even if his heart ached for the taller boy, he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

Iadin didn't seem to expect it, because his calm voice spoke up again.

"Emal is a Vortan. His people have a long history. Similar to mine. Our match would be beneficial." He glanced down at Finn and crushed the flower in his fist. "It could prevent a war."

Finn licked his dry lips.

It was easy to forget how young Iadin was. He was so self-assured. So powerful.

But the fact of the matter was, this was a young boy whose life was dictated by others. The world outside was celebrating his union, yet here he was. Hiding away in a garden with his pet. If only for a few moments.

The Human knew what it felt like to have his choices taken away. To be controlled by another in every sense. Yet looking into that flawless face, the sadness dulling his bright eyes, Finn couldn't bring himself to resent him.

He braced a hand on the grass and sat up. His muscles protested the motion, but he ignored it and raised to his knees, until Iadin had to tilt his head back to look at him. Finn curled his arms around that long neck and rested his cheek against the turquoise hair. Holding. Simply holding.

A tremor went through the Zithan's shoulders and long arms wrapped around Finn's waist, squeezing tightly. Finn watched as the crumpled red petals fluttered to the ground and brushed his lips against that silky hair, the strands warm from the glow of the spheres.

They stayed that way for long moments, until the smaller boy's knees developed a fine tremor. He closed his eyes and focused on inhaling the fresh scents of vegetation.

Iadin folded his arm around Finn's buttocks and pulled down gently, until the Human's legs parted around the Zithan's waist and he sat comfortably once more.

Finn slid his arms around that smooth torso and rested his cheek beside a sparkling blue gem. Iadin drew in a quick, shuddering breath and Finn stroked his palm against one sharp shoulder blade.

"My mother wanted you to stay." Iadin finally whispered and the Human tensed. The taller boy tightened his arms. "I thought I couldn't keep you. Any of you. She didn't think I had the authority."

Soft lips fell on his neck and kissed deeply. Long fingers swept possessively down his side. "But father protested. A rarity. I found out this morning."

Finn lifted his head and caught a flash of molten gold eyes, before lips sealed over his. He opened his mouth and accepted the hungry tongue and warm press.

A hard shape was pushing against his thigh and Iadin rolled, until Finn's back pressed into the grass. A curtain of turquoise hair fell around him and all he could see were those heavily lashed eyes burning into him. Iadin curved his spine until a hot shaft brushed against Finn's entrance.

He wasn't ready, it was too soon for his recovering body and the Zithan's greater size might even tear him apart. But the hands stroking him were so desperate and, in the raw moment, he caught a glimpse of the intense pain and loneliness hidden beneath that beautiful face.

Finn relaxed and folded his sore legs tighter around the taller boy's waist. Inviting him in. A hot, velvety head pressed against his entrance and the Human took a deep breath, steeling himself, and closed his eyes.

A smooth palm stroked up his chest and long fingers cupped his face. Heat pulsed against his rim, but the Zithan remained still.

Finn peeked up through his lashes to find Iadin watching him with warm eyes.

"Little Human." Full lips brushed over his collarbones and soft hair slid cooly against his chest. "You're so good. Such a sweet soul. You would let me. After all you've endured."

That warm mouth caught his lips again and kissed slowly, tongue swirling gently. Iadin pulled back and caught Finn's lip in a gentle bite.

"I'd never break you." The taller boy whispered. "Not when I can keep you. I take care of what's mine."

Finn's eyes flew open at those words and a chill swept down his spine. The previous day rushed back in a wave of dread. Those still fingers. The blank eyes.

If the young alien couldn't keep his pets. Would he have destroyed them?

A hand suddenly tightened on his hip and dragged Finn down in the soft grass, until his head aligned with the Zithan's lean hips. The shimmering fabric was gone and Finn was staring at a slim, creamy shaft, with gold rings and studs sparkling in the faintly red light. The tip curved slightly and was a deep peach in color.

Iadin was bigger than either of the Ytra, but for one of his race he might be considered small. Either way his shaft was as beautiful as the rest of him. Finn's mouth abruptly watered and he had to remind himself of his bloodcurdling thoughts, only moments before.

The Zithan tilted his hips and his glistening tip brushed over the Human's lip and stroked his cheek.

"Come on." Iadin murmured. "Open up."

The words caused a warm pressure to build up in Finn's dick and fluid trickled down his length. The peachy head brushed back to his lips and pressed against the seams. The temptation was too strong and Finn opened, allowing Iadin to slide in with a soft sigh.

Finn suckled lightly and swirled his tongue around that smooth head, feeling the coolness of metal on hot flesh. A sweet and faintly wild flavor bloomed on his tastebuds. It was the first dick he'd ever tasted. It was delicious.

Completely enraptured the Human slid his hands up those smooth hips and guided the Zithan inside as far as he could go. He'd barely taken half of the taller boy's length, before the tip pressed against the back of his throat. Finn withdrew with a firm suck, earning a gasp from above him, and slid back to the head.

He thought back on the limited blowjobs he'd received and experimentally wiggled his tongue against the frenulum, below the mushroomed flair, and sucked firmly. Iadin hissed out a breath and his tip gushed, filling Finn's mouth with sweet fluids. He hummed and laved his tongue hungrily against every vein and crevice. The flesh was so warm, so alive and pulsing.

The Zithan sighed and long fingers reached down to tangle firmly in the smaller boy's hair. Finn's head stilled and the shaft pressed forward, all the way to the back of his throat. He choked and grasped the creamy hips tight.

"Swallow." Iadin breathed and Finn obeyed.

His throat opened with the motion and Iadin was able to push forward and lodge deep. The Human's throat spasmed and he dug his fingers hard into firm skin.

The alien panted and withdrew until Finn could gulp in desperate breaths of air. The taller boy's legs drew up and Iadin straddled the Human's waist - placing one knee on the grass beside them, to avoid crushing the smaller boy.

The Zithan's cheeks were flushed a peach nearly as dark as his cock. His bow shaped mouth was open, turquoise lashes nearly eclipsing his eyes.

The fingers burrowing into Finn's curls tightened and Iadin pressed his soaking tip against the Human's slick and sticky mouth. He swirled the head slowly against the smaller boy's slack lips and waited while Finn heaved.

When his breath had slowed and his watering eyes cleared the Zithan pushed back inside. He gripped both sides of Finn's head firmly and carefully pumped his hips.

The sweet fluids immediately gushed and the Human gulped them down eagerly, closing his eyes, and running his tongue against every thrumming patch of silky flesh he could reach. His own cock was rock hard, leaking and twitching against his stomach.

Iadin once again pushed too deep and Finn swallowed, as he'd been taught, and retched.

He glanced up through tearing eyes and saw the Zithan's features contort with pleasure - shining hair tousled around the gold leaves, eyes barely open, but entirely focused on Finn.

This time, when the larger boy pushed forward, the tears overflowed from asphyxiation and Finn shut them tight, gripping the Zithan's firm ass. If this continued he would suffocate and he could only think of one way to finish it.

He pressed his hands forward and dimly heard Iadin's shout of pleasure, as his control snapped. The shaft rammed into Finn's throat over and over. He choked and tasted bile. His lungs screamed desperately for air and his legs started to shake against the grass.

On a particularly violent cramp in his throat, the Zithan pulsed and came in a rush of heat. Iadin was buried so deep, it was more a matter of not swallowing and letting the cum slide down his oesophagus.

Finn's heart pounded. His need to breathe was so urgent, it was reaching a point beyond pain. Before the shaft had fully softened Iadin ripped out of him and Finn spluttered and coughed, chest heaving for air.

The pressure against his chest lifted and his lungs expanded fully.

Gentle hands ran over him and sweet words were murmured in his ear over and over.

When his breathing eased, he weakly turned and pressed into those loving touches. Soft fingertips wiped his mouth and chin, and warm lips brushed over his face - kissing his eyelids, temples and cheeks.

Finn's throat felt numb and strangely full, as if hard flesh was still lodged there. He reached out blindly and was wrapped tight in a wonderfully warm embrace. Somehow his cock was still throbbing, and he choked out a breath, when hot fingers gripped it tenderly.

Iadin stroked expertly. Curling his fingers around the Human's flared head and pressing into all the right places. Finn pressed his swollen lips onto Iadin's and came hard with a tongue pushing into his mouth.

He went limp and panted. His damp skin was warm and the leaves fluttered gently around them. A little insect buzzed harmlessly past his ear and the scents of sex and earth mixed sweetly in the air. Warm lips pressed to his temple.

"What's your name?"

Finn's eyes opened and he drew back to stare blearily into large eyes. The Zithan's complexion had brightened to a healthy flush - eyes glowing softly and mouth gently curved.

Finn swallowed past the lump in his throat and hope bloomed in his chest. What could this question mean? Was he finally seen as more than a pet? The barest frown marred the alien's smooth skin.

"Don't you have one?" Iadin prompted softly. The smaller boy blinked rapidly and pushed a stray curl from his eyes.

"It's Finn." He rasped through his raw throat.