CHAPTER THREE

Evening approached and the artificial lights changed to simulate the sun sinking low in the sky. Fading from gold, to orange, to purple.

Kieran wandered through a cluster of pale blue trees and retraced a path of trampled grass. A flowering red brush climbed up a cliff wall and he ducked behind it and heaved himself onto a ledge.

The inside was covered in soft purple moss and he lay down, hugging his middle.

The evenings were the worst; lying awake in the dark with nothing to accompany him but his thoughts.

What would his disappearance do to his family? Had they started a search? Was the forest sealed off as a crime scene? And little Emily... who'd lost her haven, as well as her brother.

"There's nothing the light of day won't cure." His mother used to say.

Kieran wiped his eyes and curled up tight.

......

The lights gradually brightened and Kieran's eyes opened. He felt empty and exhausted, but his heart still leapt at the soft snick of the door.

He scrambled from his hiding place and rushed through the trees - just in time to see the mint skinned boy lower a tray to the ground.

Today the alien wore a black robe, with bronze patterns, and red crystal earrings that sparkled against his sharp jaw.

The boy straightened, glancing towards him, and Kieran smiled hopefully. He ached for someone to talk to. Anyone.

But those violet eyes moved indifferently past him and the boy left.

Kieran sighed dejectedly and sat beside the tray. He reached for a bowl of purple pudding, mixed with black and yellow grains. The pudding was sweetly floral and the seeds had a peppery taste. It was a strange combination, but pleasant.

Next was an orange drink that he sadly recognized and Kieran forced it down, eyes squeezed shut against the bitter flavor.

There was a light rustle in the trees and he set the cup down slowly.

His neck still carried a bruise from their first encounter, but he was desperate enough for company to stay still when a faint pad of feet neared.

Cool summer nights and heady musk drifted over him, and Kieran hardly dared to breathe, when he felt warm breath on his skin.

Fingertips trailed feather-light over his ribs and he repressed a shiver. This was good. Maybe if he turned slowly...

Teeth sliced into his neck.

"Aaaarr!" Kieran jumped to his feet.

He hissed at the sting and wiped his neck. This time his fingers came away red.

Hurt battled with anger and Kieran swung around.

"No!" He shouted and the boy leapt into a tree, limpid eyes wide, and creamy hair flowing over the branches - looking far too pure for such ridiculous antics.

Kieran marched forward and glared furiously.

"You don't bite people!" He threw up his hands for emphasizes.

The boy released a shrill bark of alarm and climbed higher. Curling his body supplely around the trunk and peeking warily past it.

"Do you hear?!" Tears stung Kieran's eyes.

He was hurting and lonely. And the only companion he had either hid or bit.

The blonde stilled and watched him closely. Kieran prodded the wound and winced.

The boy cocked his head in a birdlike motion and his gold pupils thinned to mere pinpricks.

There was nothing Human in the gesture and Kieran's chest tightened with unease. In the heat of the moment he'd forgotten the reality of his situation. He was stuck in a cage...with an alien.

He took a slow breath and turned away, relaxing his shoulders to make the action appear casual and less like a retreat.

The branches creaked and a soft thump landed behind him. Kieran glanced back and the boy was crouched down, still watching him with that avian intensity.

He hastily looked away and moved quickly towards the path leading to the baths. There was a flurry of steps behind him and hands slammed into his back.

Kieran sprawled on the ground, teeth clacking painfully together. Heart racing, he clambered to his feet.

The boy was on all fours, bright hair pooling on the grass and teeth bared.

Kieran breathed hard and racked his brain desperately for his limited knowledge on Ethology.

The alien wasn't like any animal he'd ever encountered. There was something canine in his tail, feline in his movements and his ears curved like a bear or a monkey.

The boy released a series of clicking noises in the back of his throat. It wasn't quite like the chatter of a cat spotting its prey. But it was close.

What did the prey of a cat do? Run or play dead. There was no way he was lying down.

Kieran turned and ran.

Within moments there was a tremendous blow against his back and he rolled across the ground and slammed into a tree.

His arms were scraped raw and his head spun. He struggled to his feet, only to collapse with a shout of pain. His ankle was red and swelling rapidly.

The boy slinked around him, tail swishing. Kieran panted and turned to keep him in sight.

The alien released an ear splitting shriek and Kieran flinched, ears ringing. In the next instant the boy was on him and they wrestled across the grass.

Kieran kicked, bit and punched for dear life.

The boy was slim, but his limbs were hard with sinewy muscle and Kieran was quickly pinned, with sharp teeth digging into his throat.

The boy growled and it was thin and shrill, like an angry kitten. And for a split second, Kieran battled a suicidal urge to laugh.

Instead he clenched his teeth against the pain and forced his body to go soft in defeat. The alien snarled in response and squeezed his knees tighter against Kieran's hips.

They breathed raggedly against each other and, when it became clear that Kieran wasn't about to sprout claws and retaliate, the boy slowly lifted.

Gilded lashes framed leaf green eyes and fine blonde strands stuck to his damp cheeks. His blood stained mouth was slightly open, flashing needle sharp canines and incisors.

Kieran thought he was prettier than any girl he'd ever seen.

The boy growled again and it was adorable. Even with blood running down his chin.

"It's okay." Kieran found himself murmuring, even though he was the one pinned and helpless. "You're okay."

The boy's rumble faltered and he tilted his head, rounded ears perking.

Kieran blinked slowly. The way Emily's cat used to blink at him tranquilly from a sunny windowsill.

The boy's expression changed. Light brows curving in a flash of vulnerability and he licked the blood from his full lips.

He produced a small sound - somewhere between a croon and a trill - and hesitantly closed the distance between them and flicked his pink tongue lightly across Kieran's mouth.

The boy quickly withdrew and watched him with wide eyes.

Kieran just looked back at him, feeling faint and strangely calm. His hands were going numb, his ankle throbbed and he was fairly certain he had a concussion.

The boy's tail shivered against the ground and he leaned in and carefully repeated the gesture.

When the Human still didn't react, or resist, the boy pressed his pointy little nose against Kieran's cheek and started lapping. Lapping. Slathering spit with a flat, smooth tongue, until Kieran's mouth parted and it delved inside.

"Hng." Kieran's squeezed his eyes shut.

The boy was licking eagerly inside his mouth and he just smelled so good. Firm buttocks settled snug against his thighs and Kieran's dick lurched.

He wanted to touch him, wanted to feel all that long hair and soft skin.

Kieran awkwardly attempted to move his lips in some semblance of a kiss and pulled at his arms. The hands on his wrists tightened and fangs sank into his lower lip.

"Ach!" Blood flooded down his chin and Kieran gasped with pain.

The boy abruptly lifted and snarled, flashing bloody teeth.

The violet eyed alien stood ten feet away, mouth set in a grim line. His arm lifted and he aimed a slim gold device towards them.

The boy started barking frantically. Sharp, panicked sounds that had Kieran's head ringing.

A gold pin flew into the boy's shoulder and he slumped heavily against Kieran, hands falling from the Human's wrists.

The boy's cries strangled into thin whimpers and Kieran's arms settled around a slender back.

"It's okay." He managed, even as darkness closed in.

......

When he woke he was lying on a padded table and the mint skinned boy was standing over him, tall shape eclipsing a grey stone ceiling covered in purple vines.

Violet tinted fingers were stroking over Kieran's chest and belly. His ankle ached terribly and he had a blinding headache.

He must have made a sound, because the alien looked up and cupped Kieran's face in his large hand.

The tight pressure in his head dispersed and cooled. He sighed out a relieved breath and turned his face into those long fingers.

The boy stroked Kieran's brow absently with his thumb and reached down to trace lightly over his ankle.

Kieran inhaled sharply and braced himself against the pain. Coolness flowed into the injury and the bone realigned with an audible snap.

Kieran's breath expelled in a rush and he wiggled his toes tentatively. The pain was gone.

Healing hands. It shouldn't be possible, but if these past months had taught him anything, it was that logic didn't apply to his life anymore.

Enervated with relief, he watched drowsily as the boy opened a clear jar, and swirled his fingers into a honey colored balm.

Kieran was rolled onto his front and a hand settled against his lower back. The gesture was familiar and he groaned, before long fingers pushed into his anus.

Kieran grunted and pressed his face miserably into the spongy surface of the table. Even lubricated, the invasion hurt and he tightened reflexively.

The alien swirled his fingers and Kieran drew up his knees in an attempt to escape the sting, but only succeeded in stretching his hole wider.

A moment later coolness flooded into him; softening taut skin and muscle. He blinked rapidly and focused hard on not falling asleep with fingers up his ass. The fingers inside him stroked for awhile longer, rubbing a sensitive knot that made Kieran shiver and his cock actually twitched.

The digits slid out of him and he squeezed his buttocks against the looseness there.

The boy wiped his hands and lifted Kieran, arranging him as he did the first day; head pillowed on soft fabric and one hand splayed over his belly.

As they moved through luxurious chambers his ass started warming. At first it felt good and he relaxed, but the warmth soon became heat and Kieran shifted uncomfortably.

Plum colored fingers pressed down on his stomach and he settled, breathing hard. The heat began tingling, sparking in his lower belly, and filling his balls until his cock swelled.

"Haa!" Kieran writhed and coolness flowed into his pelvis. Dampening the fire. He settled back limply, one hand clutching the alien's wrist to keep it there.

The boy's gaze swept over him with satisfaction and there was a familiar sound of a door snicking open.

Kieran's eyes widened and his other hand lifted to press onto the boy's fingers.

"Please don't." He pleaded shakily.

The alien easily pried him off and placed Kieran on the ground. Violet fingers lifted and savage pleasure roared back into life.

Kieran fell onto the grass, writhing, panting. Cock so full it hurt.

He gripped it and pumped fast, teeth grit against the pain of oversensitivity, and came almost instantly. But he was still hard, and aching, body pulsing to the fast beat of his heart.

Kieran sobbed out a breath and rolled onto his back. Mouth open and eyes scrunched shut.

A delicious scent flowed over him.

A/N: This is a short story, with few characters, so I'm going to add a Character Index to provide a little background information and solve some of the mystery ^^

CHARACTER INDEX

Name: Revealed in the next chapter.

Age: Aprox 15 - 16 years.

Race: Nia.

Planet: Kolar.

Characteristics:

The Nia, better known as the pearls of Kolar, are an endangered species dwelling in the lush forests of Tyme, Kolar.

The Nia are shy and reclusive, venturing from their territories just once a year in search of a mate.

To combat their skittish and territorial nature they exude a strong pheromone to attract a suitor. The Nia are monogamous and stay with one partner during their lifetime.

Their scent is a powerful aphrodisiac and they have been exploited on several planets to incite rape, slaughter and bloodlust. It is now illegal to hunt the Nia, although poaching still occurs.

Due to a delicate nervous system many of the Nia perish during transportation and they rarely make it past five years in captivity.

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Name: Janir Dun. (Pronounced: Ya-ner Dune).

Age: 16 years.

Race: Alasten.

Planet: Renora.

Characteristics:

The Alastens are an ancient race known, and revered, for their extraordinary healing abilities. They are notoriously clinical and ungenerous with their skills: solely providing services to the highest bidder.

Alastens appreciate beauty and exclusivity; often collecting treasuries to showcase their wealth. They rarely form romantic attachments and typically mate to elevate their rank or social standing.

A/N: If you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer. As long as it doesn't spoil the plot. Remember to comment and ☆ if you like this story.