Chapter 10.

Syl woke when Cynen stirred. He'd been sleeping so deeply, it was a shock when the body beneath him moved and he fell into the warm space the alien left behind.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and watched with growing dismay as Cynen strode about the room, pulling on his uniform and tying up his long hair.

"Wait!" He called and the Talaya paused by the curtain, looking back at Syl with a distracted frown. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Cynen's voices were sharp and Syl winced.

"I have to eat and drink. When is Elvyre coming back?" Syl's voice came out thin and his cheeks heated with shame. He didn't like admitting that he was helpless, but he was.

He couldn't reach any of the cabinets, he couldn't adjust the temperature in the room. He couldn't even fetch a drink of water, without assistance.

Cynen looked astonished a moment and then his blue mouth thinned into a hard line.

He reached into his uniform and pulled out a curved slip of metal that fit onto his ear. He waited a moment, before speaking.

"I'm leaving now." A pause. "Yes, he is." Another pause and Cynen clicked his tongue.

"Of-course, I did. 'Lyre this is a public thread. I do...I feel the same for you." The Talaya ripped the piece from his ear and looked at Syl.

"He will be back shortly." Cynen tapped the screen on the wall and left.

Syl huddled against the headboard and drew up his legs. He wrapped his arms around his knees, and waited, as the room gradually warmed.

It wasn't long before Elvyre came home, with the Dreen sedated on one arm and a disgruntled Reja on the other.

The Foll's round ears perked at the sight of Syl and he wriggled to be let down.

"Not just yet." Elvyre said and dropped Reja lightly onto the floor. "Stay here, while I feed Sylvester."

Elvyre put the Dreen carefully back inside his cage. The minute the Talaya's back was turned, Reja jumped up on the bed and headed straight towards Syl, tail high in the air. He was completely disregarding his master, but Elvyre only sighed.

Syl was amazed that Reja could get away with so much. But he didn't mind, he was craving a hug.

But before the Foll could reach Syl, Elvyre plucked the Human from the bed and moved towards the living area. Reja's yowl was muffled by the curtain.

The Talaya walked through the room and entered a dark blue chamber, that Syl remembered from a few days past.

The cold pebbled his skin and Elvyre wrapped him in a soft blanket, before sitting in the silver chair.

Sleek black parcels, shaped like ovals, were on a side table and Elvyre opened one, releasing a cloud of fragrant steam.

He lifted a skewer of meat and held it to Syl's mouth. "Open."

Syl opened his mouth, like a toddler, and accepted the meat, cheeks burning.

It was juicy and flaked smoothly off the pin.

Elvyre rotated the skewer, until Syl had eaten most of it, and then unwrapped a second parcel, revealing thin stems of blue and white vegetables. He fed those to Syl next, followed by a drink of hot tea.

"I neglected you yesterday." The Talaya said quietly.

Syl's heart thumped painfully. He wasn't sure why those words made his eyes sting. Perhaps it was relief, because he hadn't just imagined the distance between them.

And perhaps it was fear, because Elvyre wasn't apologizing. He was simply stating a fact.

The alien lounged back in the chair, lifting one leg and draping it across the armrest, before arranging Syl more comfortably against his chest.

"I wanted Reja to have a friend, to ease his nerves. But I didn't expect him to reject others because of you. And I certainly didn't expect him to turn on me." Elvyre brushed his palm over Syl's hip and the boy shivered.

"I took the boys away to give them a chance to bond. They spent most of the night on opposite sides of the room, hissing at each other. Reja was tolerant, at best. The Dreen was frightened and...unwell."

Elvyre's spidery fingers trailed down Syl's belly and slid between his thighs.

"If you show love to the Dreen, Reja might accept him. Will you do that for me?" The Talaya crooned, fingertips playing lightly over the boy's tightening balls.

Syl knew his cheeks were flushed and that his breaths were coming faster. He turned his face into the alien's chest, hiding his expression, and squeezed his eyes shut.

He didn't want to ruin Reja's relationship with his master and he didn't want the Dreen to be rejected, when he'd already suffered so much. But most of all, and he wasn't proud of it, he wanted Elvyre to like him. To care about him.

"Y-yeah. As long as he doesn't...attack me." Syl swallowed past the tight bandages on his neck.

"Poor sweet boy." Elvyre unravelled the dressing and lifted Syl, until his legs straddled the alien's waist. "How could anyone hurt you?"

Elvyre kissed Syl's freshly healed throat, hot breath gushing over the sensitized skin. "He will love you. Just like Reja does."

Syl frowned at that. Elvyre hurt him often, but maybe the Talaya didnt think of his pinches that way.

He was soon distracted from his thoughts, when a finger dipped gently past his foreskin and circled his tip lazily.

He moaned and warmth trickled down his shaft. He buried his hands in the Talaya's soft white hair and rocked his hips.

The movement caused him to slide down the alien's waist. Scales rasped over his torso and a large hand cupped his buttocks, pushing him right back up.

Sticky fingers tightened around him, gripping the base of his cock and pulling up tight. Over and over. 

Syl gasped and the mouth on his throat began sucking, warm tongue rolling over his pulse.

Heat simmered beneath his skin, constricting his breaths, and his hips quickened.

"That's it." Elvyre breathed against him and the boy groaned.

A thumb rubbed firmly over his slit, until Syl's rhythmn faltered and he spurted all over Elvyre's silk shirt.

For a moment, he remained tense and trembling, savoring the pleasure coursing through him in waves, and then he collapsed against Elvyre's chest.

The alien lifted him effortlessly and tucked him into the curve of one arm.

Elvyre stroked Syl's damp cheek and touched a cum soaked fingertip to the boy's panting mouth.

"Suck it." Elvyre murmured, voices caressing Syl gently.

Syl opened and sucked on the digit dazedly, wrinkling his nose at the pungent flavor.

"It's not to my taste either." Elvyre mused, expression soft, as he looked down at the Human. "But Reja seems to enjoy it. Perhaps Metyn will too."

He rubbed Syl's tongue idly a moment and then traced the saliva over the boy's lips.

"Is his name Metyn?" Syl whispered, touching Elvyre's wrist and kissing his pale blue fingertip - wanting the Talaya to stay focused on him, just for a little while longer.

Elvyre lifted one shoulder with a faint smile. "He has a translator, but hasn't spoken a word. I thought he should have a name."

The alien lifted his clean hand and smoothed a lock of icy hair behind his ear, then he leaned down and replaced his finger with his mouth.

.....

After Syl had a shower, it was Reja's turn and Elvyre took the Foll to the washroom, leaving Syl alone with the Dreen.

Syl summoned up his courage and approached the cage. The boy looked asleep, curled up in his blankets, with his long tail coiled around his knees.

Syl thought the Dreen might still be feeling the effects of the drug - but when he was five steps from the cage, the boy's ears swiveled towards the sound and his turquoise eyes opened.

Elvyre had said Metyn had a translator, so presumably he could understand what Syl was saying, just like Reja did.

"...hi." Syl nodded awkwardly and moved a bit closer, but kept a safe distance away from the bars. The boy hissed and pressed into the back of the cage.

Syl crouched slowly down on the floor and pulled his blanket tighter around his shoulders, skin still damp from the shower.

He eyed the cage door warily, unnerved by the hidden lock mechanism.

"I'm Syl. I'm not from around here, either. Clearly." He gestured to himself, indicating his skin and hair. "I'm sorry, if I scared you the other night."

The boy growled and Syl hesitated, faintly remembering the scrape of teeth in his throat. Did the boy resent that Syl knew he was frightened?

"...I was scared of you too." Syl tugged at his collar and the alien blinked, but his expression didn't change otherwise.

"Hell, I was terrified when I first got here. I didn't understand what they wanted from me. Sometimes, I still don't, if I'm being honest with you." Syl attempted a smile, but it faded quickly at the boy's snarl.

"Elvyre, you've met him, and his..." Syl paused, wondering exactly what Cynen was to Elvyre. Were they boyfriends? Husbands? Partners?

"...and Cynen, they're nice people. They just have rules and customs that take some getting used to. Elvyre rescued you and I think he genuinely wants to help you."

Syl searched the boy's features, but couldn't read them. "If you ask him, he might even take you home to your planet."

Syl stumbled over the word home, because Elvyre had denied him just that, and it brought out a pang of guilt in his chest. He hadn't thought much about Earth, since then.

It was barely a week ago that he had been taken from his home, but for some reason the memories were all blurred and it felt like years.

Did his dad, for all his negligence, miss Syl? And was Syl a bad person for not considering his dad's feelings, until now?

Metyn was still watching him and Syl cleared his throat, running an unsteady hand through his hair.

"Reja is a good guy too. He can get a little over-excited sometimes, but he means well. He loves cuddles."

Syl flushed and quickly changed the subject. "I hope you'll give us a chance. Just...please don't bite me again."

The boy sat up slowly, eyeing Syl through his pink lashes. His tail unravelled from around his legs and he moved in a blur of speed.

Suddenly he was right up against the cage door and screaming at Syl. The sound he produced wasn't quite Human, but it wasn't fully animal either.

Syl jerked back and crashed into the edge of the bed, heart thundering against his ribs. The boy bared his teeth savagely and slunk back into his corner, like a scorned cat.