Hello lovely people!

Sorry for the wait! I've been busy with life and I haven't had the time or peace of mind to write. But now I finally managed to! I hope you enjoy. I've missed you all and I hope you're doing well ❤️

This is unedited and full of mistakes. But I'll fix it ASAP.

Chapter 5.

Bodies moved around him and something cold touched his nape. Matthew jolted in surprise and looked around, eyes blurry with sleep. Mian grinned at him and Fie narrowed his eyes at the taller boy, a thin growl rumbling in his throat. "I said gently."

Mian directed a canine huff towards Fie and smoothed his chilled nose against Matthew's cheek. "I'm cold and you smell nice."

"I do?" Matthew rubbed his eyes. His torso was uncomfortably twisted against the fur and he rolled to lie on his back. Mian and Fie crouched to allow him the movement, but Mian lay right back down on top of him, cool fur sliding against his skin.

"Yes. Like Fie." Mian sniffed Matthew's mouth and Fie stood. Several of the slender aliens were leaving and Fie quickly caught up and disappeared into the crowd.

"Where's he going?" Matthew pushed up on his elbow and winced at the ache in his spine.

"To prepare a meal." Mian said and watched Matthew intently. "I tracked two Capra today."

"But he didn't even say goodbye." Matthew frowned with hurt. He thought Fie and him had shared something special - but looking around at the entwined aliens, perhaps that was just their culture. He hoped not.

"No, he didn't." Mian agreed simply and cocked his head. "Do you know what a Capra is?"

Matthew forced back the tears and shook his head. Now it was Mian's turn to frown in puzzlement and his fox ear tilted.

"No." Matthew clarified.

"It's a large animal. They climb the highest peaks and run very fast. Their meat will feed us for a long time. I scented them three days ago and today I found them." Mian's tail wagged so hard, Matthew felt the movement in his hips.

"That's...really impressive." Matthew said and Mian grinned, fangs just as white as his mouth.

Mian was taller than Fie and heavier. His body wasn't anywhere near muscular, but his thighs felt rock hard where they straddled Matthew's hips. It was no wonder he could climb and run so effortlessly.

Mian didn't say anything after that, he just leaned down to sniff at the human's hairline and touched Matthew's ear with his clawed fingertips. Tracing the shell and rubbing the lobe.

It was incredibly intimate and Matthew swallowed uncertainly. Out of the corner of his eye he could see groups of aliens nuzzling each other. Both males and females and same sexes alike. But the atmosphere didn't feel sexual. It felt...relaxed.

These aliens were physically larger than the group that had just departed. They looked stronger and it made sense that they wouldn't be as wary of a stranger.

Mian's body had warmed now and his curious hands moved to Matthew's neck and shoulders, kneading and stroking the skin. It was beginning to feel good and Matthew closed his eyes.

"Will you groom me?" Mian murmured in his ear.

It was a bizarre question, but after the morning he'd had Matthew just lifted his hands to the boy's head. He thought of a documentary he'd seen back home on ancient civilizations and how people used to groom - removing fleas and brushing each other's hair - as a way of socializing, bonding or resolving conflict. Perhaps, this was how humans used to be.

He didn't have a brush, but he carted his fingers carefully through Mian's puffy hair. The strands were feathery soft and lay flat for an instant, before they fluffed back up. He remembered how Fie enjoyed being scratched and he found the same spot on Mian's nape.

Mian crooned low in his throat and rested his head on Matthew's chest. The alien's fur was interesting. Fine as rabbits fur on his head and short and sleek on his body, made to resist water and snow. If Matthew brushed his hand in the opposite direction of the hairs, they felt almost brittle.

He must have dosed off again, because the sound of his own rumbling stomach startled him. A delicious scent of cooking had filled the cavern and Mian lifted his head off Matthew's chest, black eyes half open and blinking slowly.

A shrill bark echoed from a tunnel and the aliens all stirred.

"Food!" Mian yawned, flashing his black tongue and stood.

Halfway down the tunnel Fie greeted them with a tray and they followed him into another room. This cave was smaller, with silvery walls and stone shelves full of boards covered in stones.

They sat by the fire and Fie shared out bowls of broth. It was hot and chunkier than the one Matthew had drunk the previous day. The meat was juicy and he was surprised to taste something like a root.

"You have vegetables?" He couldn't imagine anything growing on the icy cliffs.

"A few." Fie answered softly and smiled. He clearly wasn't angry and Matthew felt a little foolish for overreacting. "They grow near the baths. I'll show you tomorrow."

After the meal Fie left with their dishes and Mian pulled out a board. "This is Demn. You can be blue and I'll be red."

Mian quickly explained the rules and Matthew attempted to remember them. It was a game of strategy.

"You can't cross there. I built a wall, see?" Mian pointed to a black sliver of stone and his red pieces gleaming beside it. "What are you going to do?"

Matthew rubbed his sore eyes and tried to concentrate. He was able to move his stones towards a river and built a bridge.

Fie returned and more aliens peaked into the room. Soon they had a small audience, but Matthew suspected they were more interested in watching him than the game.

"Ha!" Mian barked and pushed his stones onto Matthew's side of the board. "I win!"

A few males whooped, but a female huffed. "You could have held back. He's new." She said. Her fuzzy hair was braided against her scalp and her black eyes were almost round.

"He won't learn that way." Mian smiled at Matthew. "Do you want to play again?"

Matthew felt a headache growing behind his eyes and, when he lifted his hand to rub them again, he accidentally bumped his healing nose. He hissed in pain and a few aliens startled back from him.

"No thanks. I think I need to lie down." He admitted and the female whined softly. She leaned forward and, very lightly, touched her cool nose to his shoulder. He looked down at her in surprise and her white lips curved.

"My mother named me Tily." She said and their audience watched them intently.

"I'm...my mother named me Matthew." He responded carefully and her ears perked.

Fie returned and they moved down the tunnel to find a quieter room. The stone was getting colder and Matthew's skin prickled with goosebumps. Snarls and growls echoed from a cavern high above their heads and he slowed uneasily.

"It's the Ferus. They're training." Fie explained and squeezed Matthew's hand reassuringly.

"What does Ferus mean?" Matthew asked and a tall alien emerged from the cave and climbed supplely down the wall. His shoulders were broad, torso long and slim, but already compact with muscle.

"Clio!" Mian called and Fie yipped happily.

The male turned. His white face was surprisingly boyish, cute even, with wide eyes and a pouting mouth. His fluffy hair was cropped short and his long ears lowered at the sight of them.

Fie released Matthew to run towards the newcomer and Matthew felt a pang of jealousy. He tried to remind himself that sex didn't necessarily equate love or monogamy. Especially not here.

Fie had nearly reached him, when Clio snarled. His canines were larger than either of the smaller boys and Fie stumbled to a halt. He whined, tail tucking between his legs.

"Now you want me?" Clio growled. "You ignored me all night."

"I-I didn't," Fie whispered, "he was scared. He doesn't have..." Clio barked loud enough that Matthew's ears rung and Fie cringed back, looking small and vulnerable.

"Don't shout at him!" Mian flashed his teeth and Clio's black eyes narrowed.

"Are you a Ferus?" Clio demanded and Mian stiffened, ears lowering.

"Of-course not." Mian said.

"No. You're an Evran and you don't give me orders. You don't have the right to bring strangers into our lives!" Clio snarled, ears and tail lifting. Mian licked his lips with his black tongue and retreated a step.

"I didn't. I found him and Talan said he was mine." Mian said and, even though his fuzzy tail was tucking between his legs, he stepped in front of Matthew.

Clio huffed and his obsidian eyes looked right at Matthew. The human flinched beneath the weight of that stare and covered his groin self consciously. He probably didn't look like much; nose swollen and skin discolored with bruises. Clio clearly thought the same, because his upper lip curled in disdain and he turned to disappear down the tunnel.

Fie looked crestfallen and Mian nuzzled his round little jaw and reached for Matthew's arm.

"He's in training." Mian said apologetically, as if that explained everything. But Matthew didn't have the energy to press for answers.

Mian led them to a room with a small spring trickling from a wall, where you could dip in carved stone cups and drink water. The water was cold enough to numb Matthew's teeth, but it tasted fresh and sweet.

Afterwards he lay down by the fire and Fie sat beside him, tail resting on Matthew's throat like a soft scarf. The little alien's large eyes were fixed on the fire and he drank quietly. Matthew sensed this wasn't a time for talk and he closed his eyes. His head felt better lying down and Mian's arm curled around his waist.

Fie woke him to another meal. This time to slices of grilled meat that tasted gamey and left an oily residue in his mouth. He didn't ask what he was eating. He was so tired he could barely think straight. The fires were dying and by the time they'd finished their meal Matthew could see his breaths in the air.

Mian carried him down to the cave where they all gathered to sleep and lowered Matthew to a fur. The warmth from the stone was heavenly and sleep came fast.

Running steps and screams haunted his dreams. He was caught in the stampede and his body felt heavy and slow, as if he was moving through water. Faces blurred too fast for him to identify. Mouths and eyes looking like black holes.

"Help me!"

Matthew woke with a start, a child's voice still echoing in his head. His heart thundered and his cheeks were wet. A nose nuzzled his temple and Fie crooned softly in his ear.

Hands ran over his sides and he became aware of another body moulded against his spine. He tensed and clutched Fie's small shoulders. The alien whined and licked the tears from his cheeks. A face rubbed against the back of his neck and fingers trailed over his hip to touch his cock.

Matthew gasped and his shaft jerked. His cock was gently fondled; fingertips playing over the head and trailing down. Fie's silky body pressed closer and butterfly kisses brushed over the hollow of his throat. A hot tongue ran over his nape and a hand tugged his buttock open.

He gasped when a wet warmth nudged his opening and slid inside. The bullet shaped tip opened him easily, but the shaft thickened at the base and the stretch burned.

"Relax." Mian's voice, barely a whisper by his ear so as not to disturb the sleepers around them.

A strong leg hooked over his hip and Mian moved slowly, pulling out with excruciating patience and pushing all the way back in, until furred hips pressed against his buttocks.

Fie's damp little cock was rubbing against his shaft and warm breaths ghosted over his mouth, before their lips touched.

The combination of soft caresses, gliding tongues and languid movements in his ass made his blood heat until his balls ached. It was so foreign, so strange and it felt incredible.

He could barely focus on one stimulant. His senses felt sharp and heightened and his skin sparked at the slightest caress, rub, lick. The pleasure built, until it was hard to breathe, and he tightened his arms around Fie and panted into the boy's feathery hair. The pressure in his balls finally exploded and he felt some kind of noise escape his throat.

Mian's arms tightened and his gentle slides became hard thrusts for an instant, before he pushed deep and shuddered.

Fie shivered and arched his spine as wetness splattered over Matthew's chest. Mian slowly pulled out and Matthew felt warm liquid run down his thighs. He was maneuvered to a dry spot of fur and their bodies pressed close to him.

His head was pillowed on Mian's shoulder and Fie's warm little body rested on top of him. Right in his own spill. Maybe Matthew should have wiped it off with the fur, but his muscles felt boneless and soft. And he rather liked the idea of their stains on his skin. Just for the night.

He could hear slow breaths of sleep beside them. whispers of movement. The occasional muffled whine or grunt. And, if he really focused, he could make out the stifled breaths that indicated they weren't the only ones sharing pleasure.

There was a pleasant soreness between his wet buttocks and he thought maybe he should have questioned it. Back on earth he certainly would have. But then again, on earth this would never have happened. Sleep swept the crowding thoughts from his mind and his heavy eyes shut.