"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.

Iadin hummed and brushed his mouth gently against the soft skin below Finn's ear.

"You can keep it." He whispered.

The Zithan voiced it like a reward. Finn clutched a handful of heavy turquoise hair and felt conflicting emotions stir. On the one hand, approval of any kind made his heart flutter. On the other, shouldn't he have a right to his name? Did he before?

He wasn't sure why it mattered to him so deeply. He belonged to Iadin and these thoughts only lead to confusion and despair.

The lips against his skin started nibbling and sucking kisses. Finn forced his worries away, tilted his head back, and focused on the wonderful sensations. Iadin sighed hotly and Finn shivered.

"They'll be looking for me by now." He slid an arm around the Human's waist, lifted his shimmering wrap, and stood.

Finn curled his legs around Iadin's waist and rested his head against the taller boy's damp shoulder. He feasted his eyes on as many luscious blooms as possible, before the door sealed shut behind them.

Iadin stepped into a raw stone washing-room, with a gold accented pool and bouquets of violet flowers. The alien briskly rinsed himself and his pet, before re-arranging his wrap. 

The gold leaves, that had artistically contained his hair, were disheveled beyond repair. Iadin simply plucked them out and brushed his turquoise strands until they shone.

Next he re-arranged the necklace around Finn's neck and eased the brush through the smaller boy's hair. There was a crackle of static and Iadin's glowing eyes brightened. 

The Zithan hummed and smoothed the brush through a second time. Finn felt his curls lift from his scalp and strain towards the bristles.

Iadin's mouth twitched once, before he doubled over with laughter. Finn self-consciously patted his head and felt the plush mass deflate against his fingers.

"No brushing." The Zithan noted and chuckled. He poured a generous amount of oil onto his fingers and firmly carted them through the Human's unruly locks.

A sweet and fresh fragrance enveloped him and Finn closed his eyes, while Iadin twirled his fingers and arranged the curls to his liking. The taller boy at last sat back and smoothed the last remnants of oil over Finn's skin.

There was a light knock on the door and one of the grey skinned servant's peeked inside. His round pink eyes brightened in relief at the sight of Iadin.

"Pardon me, son of Ferrer." He murmured in a soft, lilting voice. "You are requested in the sanctuary."

Iadin sighed and all traces of merriment dimmed in his eyes. The Zithan gathered up Finn and turned to press him into the servant's startled arms.

"His throat is sore." Iadin said, gazing directly into the servant's eyes through his heavy lashes. "Fix it."

Grey skinned arms closed around Finn and he felt the alien's heart beat a staccato against his shoulder.

"It's an honor." The servant whispered.

Iadin nodded and swept down the hall, slim hips swaying below the gleam of his hair.

The servant stared after the Zithan a moment, before the command seemed to register, and that astonished stare transferred to Finn. He squirmed self-consciously and cleared his burning throat.

"I can walk." He rasped quietly and the servant gasped, as if he hadn't expected the Human could speak.

"Walk?" The servant whispered and shook his head quickly. "No, no. I was given a task."

His pink eyes calmed with those words and he gathered the smaller boy close. Finn's head was pressed against a slim bicep and he marvelled at the sight of fine silvery feathers dusting grey skin.

The servant kept strictly to the right side of the hall and tensed when voices neared. His pace quickened to nearly a run and they slipped beneath a colorful wall hanging, just moments before the guests appeared.

Beneath the hanging there was an entrance lined with gold spheres. The walkway shimmered in dark blue stone and the alien's steps echoed lightly. There was a slight dampness in the air, stone closed around them on all sides and Finn couldn't tell if they were moving up or down. His muscles tightened with unease and the alien glanced down at him.

"Where are we going?" Finn croaked.

"To the kitchens." The alien whispered and suddenly they were pushing through a door. Finn flinched against the flood of light and the alien awkwardly patted his back.

Another lavender haired boy was arranging fruits into colorful mosaic bowls. He looked up and smiled, before his pink gaze landed on Finn. The servant gasped and stepped back hurriedly.

"No, no." The boy holding Finn assured softly. "The young lord assigned him to me."

The second servant's grey mouth fell open, revealing square teeth similar to a Human.

"You were assigned by...? The master's son spoke to you, Pani?" The new one breathed. Their voices never seemed to raise above a whisper.

"Yes. The pet is injured." Pani's blunt nailed fingers indicated Finn's throat. 

The second alien slumped in relief, and he pushed back a few lavender strands, before returning to the bowls.

Pani carefully placed Finn on a stool in the corner and fixed him with a serious look.

"Stay." The servant murmured, pink eyes never wavering. Finn blinked and nodded.

Pani bit his lip uneasily and rifled through diamond shaped cupboards, until he'd collected an assortment of ingredients. He continued to flash anxious glances in the Human's direction, as if Finn might suddenly sprint from the room.

The air was filled with a myriad of scents; delicious foods, spices and sweets. The servant's hands were deft and precise, never pausing as he poured, stirred and pinched herbs into a pot. There was an elegance to his movements and Finn watched quietly and found his tense shoulders softening.

Pani finally poured the drink into a dark blue cup and pressed it into the Human's hands.

The second alien had moved his bowls to face them and was watching with interest, hands never stilling their motions.

Finn lifted the cup and took a sip. The drink was creamy and spicy, with a hint of floral sweetness. The temperature was just right and the pain in his throat immediately lessened. He eagerly tipped his head back and took a couple of deep gulps. A fingertip lightly tapped his wrist, barely touching, before it was gone.

"Drink slowly." Pani lilted.

Finn went back to sipping and that familiar tingling began warming in his throat. When the cup was empty and the pain was blissfully gone, he smiled at the lavender haired boy.

"Thank you. It was good." He said gratefully and Pani's eyes widened.

"M-My pleasure." The servant stumbled and Finn took in his strange features. Pink eyes a little too round and dark grey mouth perhaps a tad too sharply defined - but there was beauty in his long feathering lashes, sharp cheekbones and in the silvery down running over his thin neck.

Pani was staring at him with large eyes and the servant tossed a panicked glance over his shoulder.

"Pion, what do I do now?" He whispered urgently to the second servant. Pion was smiling, his similar mouth not so much lifting, as stretching at the corners.

"Did the young lord not inform you?" Pion asked, pink eyes sparkling with amusement.

"No and he's performing in the sanctuary." Pani hissed sharply and turned back, mouth drawn in distress.

"Where do you go?" He asked and Finn just stared. Pion choked with laughter.

Pani threw a glare over his shoulder and tentatively settled his work roughened fingertips against the Human's knees.

"When you sleep. Where do you go?" The servant tried again and Finn blinked with understanding.

"In Iadin's room." He answered. "Or the one on the third floor, to the right. The door is blue."

"The play room." Pion murmured helpfully.

Pani smiled and his round eyes brightened.

"Yes, yes." The alien said softly and slid his arms around Finn's waist. "That's where we'll go."

Before the servant could arrange him princess-style, Finn's least favorite position, he wrapped his legs around the taller boy's thin waist. Pani wore only a white sash, draped across his hip and shoulder, and Finn's legs settled against warm, downy feathers.

Pani started violently and Finn had to throw his arms around the servant's neck or risk crashing to the floor.

Pion was silently laughing again, shoulders shaking as he carved an amber colored fruit into rose-like petals.

Pani shot Pion a second glare, lavender hair slipping from his braid, and wrapped his arms firmly around Finn.

They ducked into the passage and the servant hurried through the tunnel. They climbed several steep stairs and turned narrow corners, before stepping into a corridor.

"Here it is." Pani whispered and smiled nervously down at the Human. "Will you go in? This isn't my section."

Finn stared up into those vulnerable eyes and impulsively tightened his legs, lifted, and brushed his lips against one sharp cheekbone. Pani jumped and hissed a small yelp.

"Thank you." Finn repeated and loosened his hold until the servant placed him on the floor.

Pani simply gaped at him.

"M-m-my..." The servant seemed to give up completing the sentence and nodded shakily before ducking beneath the hanging.

A/N: Little Finn has so many options. He has no idea. Remember to comment and ♡ if you're liking this story.