He was surprised when the Talaya beamed down at him and tilted up his chin with a knuckle, to kiss his mouth.

"Go on, sweet boy. Clean yourself up. Be quick." The Talaya lowered Syl to the floor and pushed him gently towards the washroom. 

Their lunch took place in a transluscent green dome, overlooking an otherwordly garden full of colors Syl had a hard time wrapping his mind around. 

He recognized green, pink, yellow and blue, but he wondered if they had done something to his eyes, because he didn't think there was a name for the rest of the colors back on earth. Vines tumbled inside the dome from gaps in the ceiling and guests dined around them, each party separated by transparent green walls. 

Reja immediately scuttled under the table, followed quickly by Metyn.
Syl wanted to comfort the Foll, but he hesitated.

Why did Metyn follow Reja all of a sudden? Just what had that display earlier meant? If they were able to communicate silently, what else did they have in common? Would Reja eventually prefer Metyn? 

An alien delivered their food and Syl picked at his lunch, but he wasn't able to enjoy the crunchy sweetness of the vegetables or the bubbling drink. He tried to appreciate the breathtaking view and the soft sounds that passed for music, but he couldn't stop worrying. 

Elvyre and Cynen were absorbed in each other, talking in low belling voices as they shared their meal, hands grazing often. The mood between the Talaya was lighter and that was a good thing, but the Human felt loneliness start to creep in on him. 

"Syl..." 

Reja's pleading whisper sent a rush of longing through him and all of his resentment scattered. 

He put down his plate and crawled below the table. He wasn't sure if it was a mistake to give in so soon or if he was being too sensitive and there was nothing to forgive in the first place. Everything was too confusing and mentally draining. 

Reja reached out to him and Syl shuffled forward, burying his face in the curve of the boy's fluffy neck and taking a deep breath. This was a smell and a body he knew. This was home and safety. His eyes burned from the sudden release of tension and Reja pulled him closer, hind-leg sliding past his thigh to fold around his hip.

Metyn was crouched beside them, watching them closely. Syl couldn't read the expression on the boy's face and it made his nerves jitter. If he had hackles, he might have raised them.

He hid his face in Reja's fur, blocking out the sight of the Dreen. Reja had been shaking, but his body was slowly softening, calming down.

A tongue laved Syl's jaw and a small cock was lifting against his stomach. It was reassuring and Syl hugged the Foll tighter. Reja needed him. They needed each other. Metyn couldn't replace him. Could he?

Syl startled, when he felt a warm pressure against his side. The Dreen was leaning against him, turquoise eyes trained on the floor and tufted ears lowered. 

The Human shot Reja a questioning look, but the boy glanced away, ducking his head to lick Syl's throat. 

Syl was tensing up again, he couldn't help it. He had cuddled with Metyn before, but never like this. One of them had always been drugged. This was something else. Something important. Another ritual that he didn't understand. 

But Reja was making it hard to focus, when he licked Syl like that, tongue swiping over his collar bone, down to the center of his breastbone, and up again. Reja knew Syl liked it and that must mean he wanted Syl to accept what was happening. But why? The Foll had hated Metyn that morning. What had changed?

Syl's cock was starting to thicken and he clenched his hands. Unclenched them. Trying to think. He tried to remember that Metyn wasn't his rival. The poor guy had been a victim in every sense and this was the first time he was initiating peaceful contact. It was a big step for him. 

Not to mention, this was what Elvyre wanted and Syl didn't want to dissapoint him.

Syl took a breath, steeling himself, and turned, angling his body slightly towards the Dreen. The boy leaned heavier against him and a three fingered hand settled tentatively on his hip.  

Reja's hips rolled, dragging their cocks together, making Syl gasp. Their lips met and he shivered at the feel of a raspy tongue, sweeping in to taste his own.

"Not at lunch." Cynen's voices snapped and the boys froze. 

"They're only pets, no-one minds." Elvyre protested mildly. "And Reja and Metyn are doing so well, I never thought I could bring them outside." 

"A Depti is in the next room. They consider pets unclean." Cynen replied. 

"One more shock will hardly make a difference. Did you find out why they're here? What business could they possibly have on a pleasure planet?"

Reja licked Syl's mouth, distracting him from the Talaya's conversation. The Foll thrust his hips, pressing the hot tip of his cock against the Human's hole. Syl shuddered, hands fisting in the boy's fur. 

"Stop it, Reja." He whispered, even though it was the last thing he wanted. 

The Foll was purring, drooling slightly, and his violet eyes were slitted. He settled his weight heavier on top of Syl, trapping him against the floor, and pushed forward.

That nubby cock slid into Syl's passage, making his toes curl. He bit his lip to keep quiet and curled his legs around the boy's soft waist. He might as well give in. There was no stopping now; Reja would have a fit, if he was interrupted. 

The Foll pressed his cheek firmly against Syl's, purr loud in his ear, and thrust hard and fast - hands gripping Syl's upper arms and curved hind-legs braced on either side of his hips.

That small cone shaped shaft punched Syl's gland with each thrust, blunted spikes rubbing his insides. His breaths were becoming irregular and his skin grew hot. It was almost too rough, his tailbone was knocking hard into the floor and he knew it would be bruised. Almost.

He arched his neck and felt Metyn's hand on him still, claws skidding over his hip as it moved, felt the boy's rosy fur on his skin. That was familiar too. It didn't matter that Metyn wasn't drugged, wasn't safe, not when everything felt this good. If that hand would only move a little further south...

.....

When they returned to their room, the Talaya changed into their uniforms and two orange aliens packed their belongings. Syl thought the staff looked relieved to see them go. 

Another excursion was more than Reja and Metyn could handle and they were both drugged for the journey home. Elvyre left Syl undressed, knowing that Reja would be comforted by the feel of bare skin. 

They boarded the ship and Cynen took them straight to the cogpit, placing them on a chair and thoughtfully draping a blanket around them, as the temperature dropped. Elvyre was needed elsewhere and dissapeared out the door. 

The Foll's head was buried in Syl's lap, cool nose pressed against his pelvis, body heavy on his legs, and Metyn slumped against him, head resting on his shoulder.

Syl was fascinated, watching Cynen and four other Talaya sit in front of a large panel. They appeared to use their voices and hand signals to steer the ship. 

But the screens suddenly lit up and Talaya began rushing in and out of the cogpit. Their voices rose, became too loud to understand, making Syl's ears hurt. 

The Human hunched into his seat and clutched Metyn's thin waist, grateful when the boy nuzzled him sleepily. For a second he wondered if he was taking advantage, then quickly dismissed the thought. He had to stop thinking like that. Learned behavior from another world. 

Cynen was standing, speaking rapidly as alien letters flew across the display. The noise was deafening and tears of pain and fear welled in Syl's eyes.

Elvyre returned, gathered up his pets and took them from the room. They entered a blessedly quiet cabin. Cloudy pods lined the wall and Elvyre opened one, with a brief touch on the lid, revealing a cushioned inside, like a glossy mattress. The Talaya placed the boys on it gently.

"What's happening?" Syl's heart was pounding and tinnitus rang in his ears. Had they been attacked? Why weren't they in their cabin? Was this a different ship?

Elvyre smiled and smoothed back the boy' hair, cradling his head in one large hand. "Nothing for you to worry about."

"But wh..." Cold metal touched Syl's throat and he squeezed his eyes shut against the expected punch of ice. Relaxing as his body grew warm. Then darkness.