Echoes in Time

Lord Korin took a deep breath as he knew Omaki had more to say in the manner he was demanding entrance. Omaki was dressed in a peasant's shirt and tight black leather pants. His hair was pulled back and tied with a white leather tie, but looked as if he had dressed in haste as his overall appearance was one of a man caught in a fury of emotions.

“Lord Ghan, to what do I owe this early call, the sun has yet to rise and I find you at my door once more.” Korin looked into Omaki’s eyes and knew anger was the least of his thoughts.

“I have come to fetch my Pet Lord Steele, as I am now aware that his betrayal runs deeper than I was originally made aware of, and it has come to my attention that I was quite remiss in his punishment, as it looks to me you have finished your session by your attire, and so presume you did not complete your objective?”

Omaki’s scathing words put Lord Korin on the defense. He considered himself a patient man considering his line of work, as his prey rarely came to his snare of it's own free will. But Omaki was an old friend, one that would never hurt a fly, unless it landed in his soup. So Lord Steele would choose his words well, knowing Omaki was not quite himself.

The wise hunter carefully studied Omaki's face, the tall blonde was beside himself with anger, pacing back and forth, which reminded him of the Xeronian Kento, a rather large golden breed of wildcat found at its southern hemisphere. A temperamental feline that is truly fear inspiring when provoked, and one not to turn your back on when angry to say the least, but once domesticated, fetched a high price for their beautiful appearance and loyal companionship

“How I conduct my business is not for you to criticize old friend, you brought me a Xeronian, whom you ordered not to be damaged due to his value, and knew I would sample his charms at my discretion. Though I know your anger is not aimed at me, I can tell all was not revealed to the Master before the Pet was dragged to my suite and you requested my services.”

Omaki glared at Korin as he continued to pace, as the only thing he could think about was the Lord Jensen's Pet shouting out Enyu's name.

“Furthermore, this Enyu was in pre-Interval condition making my choices limited as to his behavior adjustment and modification. If you wanted his mind altered so that any future infractions would be avoided, I would have suggested you take him to one of your other Associates, I believe Lord Am leads that particular department; I hear he specializes in that field no?”

Lord Steele felt offended by what Omaki had said, as he indeed stopped before any real damage could be done to Enyu. He now put a more commanding stance as Omaki looked towards the bedroom having not seen Enyu anywhere in sight. Korin casually walked over to the bar, and poured himself a drink. He turned around and extended his hand as Omaki waved it off and walked into the bedroom.

Upon seeing Enyu sprawled out on the bed, his body naked and barely covered by the silk sheets, Omaki became enraged, resenting the angelic face that slumbered as if nothing weighed heavy on his mind. The Blondie Lord could not believe the depths of his Pet's betrayal and so became extremely agitated, fanning the flames of his already fevered mind.

“Rise Pet!” Omaki bellowed out as the drowsy and thoroughly exhausted Enyu woke to a start and upon seen Omaki at the foot of the bed quickly scurried off the bed and fell at his feet. Omaki was taken aback by Enyu's submissive position noticing that his body was trembling, and he had lowered his face to the floor.

Omaki had never seen Enyu bow down to anyone, much less tremble in fear, so he didn’t know what to make of this show of submission. He looked over Enyu's body and noticed no visual markings of any type to indicate he had not been punished, nor did he speak a word, only remained prostrated before the feet of his Master.

Omaki turned around to find Lord Korin watching at the entrance to the bedroom, he casually sipped his Scotch; he wore an expression of calm confidence, knowing this was a good show of just how far Enyu had progressed under his hand. Omaki slowly turned his attention back to Enyu.

“Pet, you will get dressed immediately and prepare to return to my suite.” Omaki's rather cool regard for his Pet was of confusion among other emotions as Enyu never raised his eyes. He turned on his heels and joined Korin who was now standing by the bar once again. Omaki was still furious as his eyes showed no sign of calming down. His jaw was clenched and he once again began to pace back and forth as Korin watched in silence.

He knew Omaki was one to never let anything upset him, but this time he feared his little Pet may have crossed the line and was doomed. He pondered if Omaki might be willing to sell the Xeronian, as he was taken by Enyu and did not want to see such an exquisite creature truly damaged.

Omaki finally stopped pacing, and shook his head as he now faced Korin. “Do you have any idea what he did?! It is beyond me why someone in his position, of his breeding, and the caliber of his intelligence and training would dare to do such an idiotic thing as he just did?!”

Omaki seemed to grow in size before Korin as the animated Blondie grew angrier by the moment. He felt it best if he allow Omaki to finish before he said a word, and so decided to remain silent and listen.

“I'll tell you what he did, first, he sabotaged my gala for the Heir of Amoi and my close personal friend Lord Iason Mink, who as you know happens to be the Head of the Syndicate and the center of Amoian Society!” Omaki ran his hand through his long blonde hair and then once again began to pace. “This was to be a private affair along with a welcome home for Iason and Lord Riki Oskuro.

“Enyu in a jealous display of self-absorbed importance, sent out hundreds of forged invitations! I’ve had an endless number of Elite and every sort of dignitary from throughout Amoi respond to an invitation they perceived came from me!

Hundreds now feel they are to attend a gala event which was only meant for a handful of close associates! I've sent over 200 cancellations notices with apologies indicating there was an error for such an event, and now I've come to discover an even deeper betrayal by that feline Pet!”

Omaki was now in full fury as Enyu trembled near the door waiting for instructions. He now regret ever conceiving such a plot, but at the time, he was so consumed with jealousy over Riki's newfound fame, he felt he would go mad seeing a mongrel plucked from the slums of Midas, paraded among the cream of Amoian society.

He had become obsessed with the notion, at least in his eyes, that this very same society, not long ago watched him tamed by the very Master who showed him off as mere Pet. But he knew by Omaki’s shouting that there would never be a reuniting of their love, nor any sort of reconciliation. Omaki caught the sight of Enyu from the corner of his eye and now faced him as he continued.

“This creature had a private holopic of Lord Mink in a compromising position, duplicated the image and distributed it among the Elite Pets in his little network, and then threatened them should they reveal it was he who had given them away!”

Omaki stepped forward and without any warning struck Enyu across the face with the back of his hand so hard it sent the young man sprawling back into the bedroom where he collapsed on the floor. Before Korin could respond, Omaki grabbed Enyu by the hair and violently shook him as he spat out.

“If this image makes it to any vidscreen or airwave on Amoi, you will indeed come to regret ever betraying me!” Omaki hissed. “So you best come forward and tell me exactly who has a copy of this holopic Pet, or you will be sent before Jupiter after I'm through with you.”

Omaki's threats now sank into Enyu's mind sending his thoughts racing in every direction making his lips tremble with fear as the man before him, was no longer the Master who once loved him and doted after his every whim. No, this Blondie was now a man driven to save his reputation and that of Iason and Riki. But this was no time to think of anyone else but himself as his life was on the line now and he feared that not even Lord Steele would be able to save him.

As if reading his thoughts, Korin stepped forward and spoke with reserved concern. “Lord Ghan-Omaki-my friend, perhaps there is a way the young man can make up for the transgressions you have suffered. It would truly be a shame to ruin such a fine specimen due to his past behavior, for I assure you he is not the same as before. I'm quite certain you noticed that immediately upon recognizing his Master's voice, the young Pet fell to your feet in the position of complete submission.”

Lord Korin walked near Omaki; his voice was as smooth as silk, although beneath the cool exterior his heart was beating like a drum. He knew if he did not intercede, Enyu would certainly be brought before Jupiter and if not killed, would be publicly whipped and carted off to some dismal planet as a sex slave.

He figured he may be able to calm his old friend and perhaps be more agreeable to selling him rather than destroying him, for he knew the young man would still bring a high price if auctioned. But convincing Omaki who still held him by the hair would be another thing altogether. Omaki was still fuming, and his body trembled as he held Enyu tight by the hair and then suddenly, Omaki reached with his other hand and slammed Enyu against the wall as he tightened his hand around his neck. Korin now stepped closer tempted to pull Omaki off Enyu who was now turning red as oxygen was being deprived from his body.

“Oh no little Pet, fear not. To kill you now would be a mercy I'm not inclined to reward your betrayal with. No, you will make amends to all those who stand to be harmed by your little plot to embarrass Lord Mink and Lord Oskuro, and you will do it as if your life depended on it or you will indeed find yourself before my whip.”

Omaki spat out his threat as he released the near fainting Enyu who fell to the floor gasping for breath. Omaki now turned to Lord Korin as his old friend was poised to prevent Omaki from killing Enyu, but upon seeing Omaki release Enyu, stepped back and now wore a face of indifference, not wanting Omaki to think he cared for the young Xeronian who just loved his body so erotically. He half felt he may have had to fight his old friend to prevent him from such a tragic death.

Omaki studied his old friend and could see past the cool mask he wore that Enyu mattered to him. He didn’t know whether or not to be angry at the liberties his old friend took with his Pet, but since he did grant such liberty in his rage, he was not one to hold it against him. He knew exactly how Enyu could pleasure the object of his lust, especially in his pre-Interval state, but this was no time to think of such things; he had been stabbed through the heart and he knew he would never love the young man the way he did before his betrayal.

Iason was the innocent victim of his Pet's jealous indiscretion and could lose face and undermine his authority as Head of the Syndicate and Lord of Amoi. Iason's reputation would be tarnished if such a holopic ever surfaced, and if Riki was unleashed upon any he perceived as a threat to Iason, this could turn into a political nightmare for the two Ancients.

No Omaki knew this had to be taken care of discreetly. He now spoke to Lord Korin who watched Enyu rise from the floor and stood trembling once again. He kept his head down and he looked at his feet daring not to raise his face. His spirit was broken as the many hours of torture and unbridled sex had taken a toll on the young man who looked ready to collapse.

Omaki finally spoke, “I’ll take that drink now Korin.” Omaki gave his old friend a leveled glance. Korin turned and walked back to the bar and retrieved the glass of Scotch he had poured a few minutes earlier. He held out his hand as Omaki took it and began to pace slowly then stopped and took a large gulp of Scotch and placed the glass across his forehead cooling off his head.

“I believe you indicated you would be on Amoi for the week, is this not so?” Omaki stopped and addressed his friend who now seemed a bit calmer as Omaki spoke.

“Well actually I am scheduled to leave at dawn, but yes, I believe I can alter my plans and be here until Jupiter's eve.” Korin narrowed his eyes wondering where Omaki was going with this.

“Then I have a proposition. I will move forward with my private party, and will undo the damage by Enyu; however, I have no use for a pampered deceitful Pet I can no longer trust. I sense that you have become attached to his sensual charms, and harbor the desire to see that no harm comes to him. I do know a thing or two about such attachments given the nature of my establishment, and know how easily one can desire to possess the object being disciplined.”

Omaki sensually walked up to Korin and reached out softly stroking the raven-haired Lord’s cheek as he gazed into his eyes. “If you are willing to take on the task of finding all the holopics he distributed and destroy them prior to the party, I shall not take him before Jupiter, and I will sell him to you at a fair price.” Omaki's smile was confusing to Korin as he could not read the face of the tall blonde man before him.

Omaki then moved slowly forward and gently nuzzled Korin’s cheek and whispered in his ear, “But if by the eve of my party, all the holopics aren’t accounted for, I will have him before Jupiter and he will be publicly whipped. Do I make myself clear?”

Lord Korin felt a chill run down his spine wondering if it was Omaki's sensuality or the way the handsome Blondie smelled of cologne, Scotch and could he be wrong? Omaki’s body held the scent of sex. It wouldn’t surprise him given his old friend’s disheveled appearance at his door, and his sexual appetite, reminding him of a time long forgotten when they once shared their bed in their youth. Omaki was not coming on to him, for he knew the rage he witnessed a few moments ago was genuine.

Lord Korin now turned to look at Enyu who still remained rooted to the floor and then back at Omaki. He did not want the young Xeronian to come to any real harm and yes, he knew the value Enyu held. “Very well, we have an Accord old friend. I shall do as you ask if only to spare you from the fallout of this potentially embarrassing outcome.”

Omaki smiled as he stepped back and placed his glass down on the bar. “Good, we shall start by having you accompany me to my suite, and speaking to a Pet I discovered was given such a holopic by Enyu, for we shall not waste any time on this and must strike while the iron is hot.”

Lord Korin was about to protest, as he had not been given the chance to rest, but deciding not to provoke Omaki's anger once again, agreed to this and went into the bedroom to change his clothes. Enyu still remained standing against the wall when Omaki called him out. Enyu immediately rushed to his presence and once again bowed low to show his deference and keeping his eyes cast down. Omaki could not believe the change in Enyu’s attitude in the few hours he was with Lord Korin. But his anger would not be easily appeased.

“You will now remain by Lord Steele’s side and cooperate in revealing each and every Pet you gave a holopic to, and I am warning you now Pet, that if even one of those holopics finds it's way to the media, you will be dealt with as I promised, is that clear Enyu?”

Enyu nodded and meekly responded “Yes Master.” His voice was barely a whisper, but loud enough to be heard by Omaki who now noticed his neck which now showed signs of bruising caused by his fury. He had never purposely disciplined Enyu to the point of marring his flawless skin. He was always proud of his exotic Pet, and had come to adore his charms, and now felt the pangs of regret over this, as he had come to love Enyu deeply, which made his betrayal that much harder to bear.

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Iason woke up feeling a chill then noticed Riki was gone. It was still dark as the sun was yet to break the horizon. He assumed his young lover wanted to get an early start on his father’s therapy, and smiled as he thought of the expression on Riki’s face when his father spoke his name for the first time. It had been too long since he saw Riki’s eyes light up so bright which brought up another thought, though not as pleasant as the first; that being of the reunion of the two Ancients Lord Kai and his father Lord Raimen.

Iason rolled his eyes as the memories of their many high jinx came to mind and he recalled one particular day when he walked into the library of their estate looking for the blueprints to Jupiter’s matrix and found his father being deliciously ravished by Lord Kai. Upon being discovered, the two Lords only stopped for a mere moment to smile at the dumbfounded and speechless Iason and continued their romp.

It wouldn’t have been so bad had they not been lying on top of said blueprints making Iason blush furiously as he attempted to retrieve them. After clearing his throat several times, he finally pushed them off the desk to the floor only to hear his father say “Well EXCUSE ME Iason, no need to be rude!” as Lord Kai giggled beneath his lover upon seeing Raimen sprawled out on the floor with a fountain pen caught in his hair.

Iason shook his head as the memory was so clear now, where only several months ago, he had no such memories, nothing but the memories of being raised by the nursemaids selected by Jupiter, and the many instructors who became his mentors. Lord Konami Sung was the closest to a father he had, and until now had not thought of him with all the events that had recently occurred. He wondered how such a prominent man such as Lord Sung, would see him now after all that was revealed, and wondered if he had any clue of his origin. After all, Jupiter had selected practically all his associates, and had him under constant surveillance since his reanimation.

While he pondered these things, he stretched lazily and yawned, having only gotten a few hours of sleep; he cleaned up and got dressed. He began down the corridor to visit Lord Kai and his father and see if Riki wanted to join him for an early breakfast, but as he turned into Lord Kai's room, he was floored to find his father transformed with his long blonde hair whipping furiously as he erotically undulated atop Lord Kai's cock, with the equally aroused Warrior Lord about to reach climax.

Iason blushed furiously and cursed his bad luck to walk in once again while the two lovers were so engaged. He quickly spun around breathing hard in his haste to not be found out. He did discover an interesting thing in his accidental findings; that he father had transformed. It was well known that the act of transforming was only for defense, and seeing that both he and Riki had no such memory upon their awakening transformed at will and found it second nature to breathing.

But his father knew this, and somehow adopted their transformation for the use of pleasure. As he thought about this he now remembered that he did not see Riki, and wondered where he could be. He quietly walked away from the two lovers hearing their moans and wishing he could get that new image out of his head that he did not notice that Jupiter had appeared before him and he absentmindedly walked through her holographic image, sending a surge of warm energy through his body that startled him.

“Oh! Pardon me Jupiter; I was not watching where I was going.” Iason found his whole morning was off to rather clumsy start, but now regained his composure as Jupiter simply smiled, finding Iason adorable in his embarrassment.

“That is quite alright Lord Iason; I was just looking in on Lord Kai myself, when I noticed his sensors were deactivated. I came upon them so engaged and hid in stealth mode myself, not wanting to disturb their reunion. I hope you are pleased as well.”

Of course Jupiter was teasing Iason finding his cheeks continue to blush as he recalled the image in his mind. Iason closed his eyes wishing he could erase that image, and found Jupiter smiling at his expressions.

“You find this amusing Jupiter? I would have thought the two of them would be too weak to be participating in such sexual activities; at least Lord Kai anyway.” Iason’s furrowed brow completed the picture of his inescapable embarrassment, and now cleared his throat wanting to change the subject.

“Jupiter, have you any idea where Lord Riki has gone? I thought he would be with his father, but now I don’t know.” Iason looked at Jupiter who paused for a moment, and then spoke, “Lord Riki is currently at the Taming Tower, and I have accessed the data entries in his hovercraft which indicates that he left approximately 25 minutes ago.”

Iason was confused by this information, why would Riki leave at such an early hour, and moreover, why to the Taming Tower? He now began to walk towards the underground parking to head out to the Taming Tower himself to find out what was going on.

Jupiter bowed as Iason left the Medical Facility and headed back to the Laboratory Wing, and Lord Kai’s room; she was fascinated as was Iason with the fact that Lord Raimen had transformed, and wanted to see what- if anything- was different about his transformation and that of Iason since they were related. She also wanted to make sure Lord Kai didn’t set the building on fire in his aroused state.

Iason placed the vehicle on autopilot, and tried to piece together why Riki would head to Omaki’s establishment. He remembered they had planned to allow Omaki to view them having sex in their mind’s eye, but when they found him actually in the middle of a threesome with another Blondie Lord and a Pet, they retreated. But why would Riki go there? Iason began to concentrate reaching out for Riki’s mind and upon seeing his image; he noticed Riki was actually in the process of transforming. His hair was serenely floating about his head, but his tempest had not been raised, which made Iason believe there was no real danger.

“Iason, I see you.” Riki’s voice softly spoke in Iason’s mind. “I am here because I sensed Omaki’s rage and something more than a minor issue.” Riki's cryptic message made Iason nervous, as Riki would not go anywhere without telling him, and now that he knew something was wrong, he removed the autopilot mode and increased his speed.

“My love, why did you not awaken me? I would have joined you surely you know this?”

“Well, you were finally resting, it had been a very long night, and I wanted you to be refreshed to deal with my dad, as I know what a handful he was going to be. Besides, I don’t think this is a real problem but as you know my senses are quite sensitive to any possible threat to you or me, and I felt the vibration all the way to our room after our initial observation of Omaki. I guess I was still sensitive to his emotional state. I was awaken by what I could only describe as extreme anger, and fearing he was about to do something drastic, I figured I’d come over and see if I could help.”

“Well, now I’m concerned my love and I’ll be there in a few minutes, please wait for me before you do anything.” Iason reached with his inner thoughts, and caressed Riki’s cheek in his mind’s eye. Riki smiled and gently took Iason's hand in his and kissed his palm.

“I'll wait in Omaki’s suite, and yes, I’ll hold on until you arrive.” Riki winked as he headed to Omaki's floor and now stood before the entrance. He stared at the doors, and knowing it was an unusual hour to be visiting, he tried to think of a reason for his being there. He couldn’t just say “Hi Omaki, I just thought I’d visit you and see why you are so pissed off, that it woke me up and I had to come over and see if you were ok?”

No- that would not do and he now thought about his appearance thinking most of Amoi has not seen him transformed, since he and Iason had returned from Aristia. He decided to change back to his normal state, and just come out and say he was concerned. That would have to do, and now that Iason was also on his way, he knew they would ferret out what was bothering their close friend.

Riki's ancient persona had come to really admire the mischievous Omaki as he reminded him of himself. And Omaki had always stood by Iason, as far as being punished before Jupiter a couple of years ago. So Riki felt affection for the tall handsome Blondie. Not only that, he loved the fact that he always wore black leather, which he personally favored himself.

Riki pressed the door chime, and waited for a response. He sensed several people moving about, so he knew the household was already up. When the door opened it was Ru that greeted him. He looked rather tired, not at all what he expected, but walked in and was warmly welcomed.

“Lord Oskuro, what an honor to see you, may I inquire as to your early visit?”

Ru was nervous and this peaked Riki's curiosity. Riki nodded at Ru then entered and looked around the suite. He noticed that one of the vidmonitors had been shattered, and the room was in a state of disarray.

“I’ve come to see Lord Ghan, if he is available.” Riki spoke with a calm demeanor as he noticed Ru had several bandages on his hands, no doubt from cleaning the glass fragments of the broken monitor. “Do you know if he is receiving guests?”

“A-actually, my Master is not in at the moment, he has...um...gone to check on a guest.” Ru spoke nervously as Riki studied his face.

“Then if you don't mind, I shall wait.” Riki smiled at the young man trying to make him relax. He had gotten to know Ru and all the households of that motley group of Blondie’s intimately before his trip to Aristia. But now things had changed and they all felt strangely distanced from Riki since he was discovered to be a Lord Heir to an Ancient Warrior Clan from Amoi’s past. The station they once shared as members of the household under a Blondie Master had now forever been altered, and Ru did not quite know how to react. Riki was no longer the mongrel Pet of Lord Mink, he was royalty and his title now deserved respect.

“Certainly my Lord, would you like a drink while you wait?” Ru bowed and gestured to the grand hall. “I believe you enjoyed Stout? Is this not so, or would you prefer a glass of wine?”

Riki rolled his eyes as he looked a bit put off by Ru’s rather formal address. “C’mon Ru, it’s me Riki, you know what my favorite drink is, just relax and be yourself, I don’t mind, and since no one is around right now, I'll never tell.” Riki winked at Ru, who smiled hesitantly as Riki pulled out a cigarette and waved it at Ru. “Is it alright to smoke in here, or do you have a terrace?”

“Lord Ghan, does not mind, my Lord, so, please go right ahead, I'll return with your drink shortly. Please excuse the state of our home; it has been a long night.”

Riki nodded, and didn’t ask what had happened, though he wanted to. He noticed there was a cloak hung by the foyer, indicating there was a guest and also a set of Pet chains hung next to it. Riki looked around, wondering who it was, and wondered if the cloak and chains belonged to the Blondie and Pet he and Iason saw earlier that evening. He recalled the images of Omaki and the other Blondie taking the young Pet in such an erotic threesome, it made his cock spring to life. He quickly tried to change his train of thought, back to the reason he was drawn to the Taming Tower in the first place.

Iason had now entered the underground parking and headed to Omaki’s suite; he quietly listened to Riki’s thoughts, and was determined to find out what had occurred. As he exited the private elevator that led to Omaki's suite, he noticed Omaki walking ahead of him, and as he was about to speak, he then noticed a rather tall man leading Enyu behind Omaki. Iason slowed his pace, now wanting to observe from behind as they neared the front entrance to Omaki's residence.

When the door opened announcing the Master’s return, Ru had just given Riki his drink. Ru quickly made for the foyer and spoke to Omaki as he pointed to Riki sitting serenely by the fireplace enjoying his smoke and ale. Omaki, looking visibly exhausted, and shook his head. The LAST thing he wanted was for Riki to find out about the holopic, and there he sat. Lord Steele now entered followed by Enyu.

Riki suddenly sat up putting out his cigarette, and placed his drink on the side table. He looked at Omaki who glanced over to Enyu and Lord Korin. Enyu seemed out of place to Riki, but ignored his presence. He rose from his chair and walked over to Omaki and greeted him.

“Lord Ghan, please forgive my rather unexpected visit, but there seems to be a matter of some importance that prompted my visit, and I would like a moment of your time if you would be so kind.”

Riki smiled at Omaki who sighed and bowed towards Riki. “Forgive me Lord Oskuro, but this is really not a good time for me, perhaps we can speak at a later time? I have a domestic issue that needs to be resolved, and as you can see for yourself, I was not prepared for company.” Omaki looked weary, and Riki could now sense his rising anxiety. There was indeed something wrong, and the answer stood before him.

He noticed Omaki's attire, which if given more time to admire, was quite fetching for the tall Blondie, but there was more to it than that. He could feel a deep state of depression and anger coming from both Omaki and Enyu; it was so dark and sorrowful that Riki nearly blurted this observation out loud. Instead, Riki held his tongue now that he sensed Iason's presence out in the corridor. The door chime announced his arrival sending Omaki into a panic, as the tall Blondie Lord walked into the grand hall.

“May I take your cloak Lord Mink? Ru was about to take Iason’s white cloak when Ru noticed his bandages had bled through. He now hesitated not wanting to stain it. Iason looked at Ru's hands and spoke.

“You are injured Ru, please remove your dressings.”

Ru looked over at Omaki who was surprised by Iason's request. “It is alright my Lord, I shall tend to them.”

Omaki stepped forward, “Here Iason, let me take that from you, as I was just explaining to Lord Oskuro, we were not prepared for company tonight, as I have a personal issue to attend to. If you and Lord Oskuro would not mind, I would like to reschedule for a later date.”

Omaki looked flustered as Iason studied his face. He removed his cloak and handed it to Omaki who laid it down carefully on a small bench near the entrance. He then noticed Lord Jensen's cloak and the set of Pet chains remembering his other guest who was probably asleep in the guest suite. Omaki drew in a deep breath and tried to compose himself.

Lord Steele had walked over to the fireplace admiring the elegant marble mantle, which had two life-size statues of beautiful nude males, both well endowed, carved on each end. He knew all the Elite; especially Jupiter’s Blondie’s- lived extravagant lives. He being a Lord from the Alpha quadrant was not unlike the Elite; born into a Nobleman’s family he never had to want, but preferred to make his own fortune.

Riki watched this rather tall, dark and definitely Blondie-sized man, who appeared battle worn, given his many scars though not older than Iason. As a Warrior, Riki’s newfound memories could not help but admire his long black hair, which if standing side by side with Omaki could pass off as his brother, with the exception of his hair color.

Iason cleared his throat, finding it odd that he’s had to do that several times already, and the sun had yet to break. Everyone turned to his direction, and Omaki smacked his hand on his forehead as formal introductions had yet to be made.

“Please excuse me my Lords, I have not introduced you to my old friend, Lord Korin Steele, who actually comes from the Alpha Quadrant, Lord Mink.” Iason raised an eyebrow as he was reminded of Commander Voshka Kosi. “He is visiting for a few days.” Omaki looked at Korin giving him a pointed look.

Korin perked up at this as he broke away from admiring Omaki’s beautiful art pieces. “Ah yes, it is my pleasure Lord Mink, I have heard much about your recent adventure.” Korin smiled with a gleam in his eye. Iason smiled courtly as he bowed slightly.

“I am pleased to meet you Lord Steele; I am acquainted with Commander Voshka Kosi of Alpha Zen. He has in recent years open trade relations with Amoi, and I consider him a close friend.”

Riki walked up and stood next to Iason, he looked at Enyu who had yet to move from the spot he was placed. He stood by the wall with a blank stare in his face. He was not addressed by Omaki, and Riki found that odd.

Omaki then turned to Korin “Lord Steele; this is Lord Riki Oskuro, Heir to the Warrior Clans of Amoi.” Riki perked up as he was introduced as Lord Heir, as he was still getting use to the title and a far cry from “Lord Iason Mink’s Pet Mongrel.”

“My pleasure indeed Lord Oskuro, I actually read of your ancestors travels to the Alpha Quadrant, and found it remarkable to find your image in our historical archives.” Lord Korin bowed most reverently as he smiled at Riki, who felt odd hearing this information.

“Oh?” In Riki’s recent recall of his memories he discovered he had actually visited Alpha Zen in the past, although he did not have the full scope of his visit. “I am pleased to meet your acquaintance Lord Steele, I'm sure we will have an interesting conversation on this subject.”

“Please forgive me Lord Mink, but I...”

Omaki did not finish his sentence as Iason turned to Ru who had returned with his hand in a fresh dressing and once more spoke.

“Let me look at this, you are bleeding quite a bit.” Ru once again tried to beg off the attention by stating he would tend to this hand.

Riki now turned and within moments, he began to transform slowly. His face lit up softly and his hair danced serenely. The color of his dark eyes drew a soft gasp from Lord Steele and Omaki, having never seen anything like it before.

Riki smiled, and then spoke softly, “C’mere Ru, before you bleed to death all over the floor, and get in trouble like cat-boy over there.”

This slip of the tongue regarding Enyu was only an observation by Riki, however it rang true to everyone but Riki and Iason. Riki gestured with his hand encouraging Ru who slowly walked over to Riki and as he removed the bandages, the lacerations once again began to bleed. Omaki had not realized the seriousness of Ru’s injury, having only blown past him as he went out the door.

Riki took his hand and released a burst of energy from within, and instantly, Ru’s lacerations began to fade, to the amazement of every one present, except Iason of course. Riki’s beauty was not loss to Lord Korin who had never seen the transformation in person. He had seen the footage in his recent travels in the quadrant; however, he had no idea how stunning the young Lord truly was.

Within moments, Ru felt the surge of warm energy overcome him, and he visibly relaxed and felt incredibly charged. He smiled as Riki's dark eyes gave him an almost godly appearance. The warmth was not felt only by Ru, but by all in the room, making Enyu glance up for the first time since he entered the suite.

“Thank you Lord Oskuro!” Ru bowed and as he raised his head, Riki gifted him with a beautiful smile. “It was nothing Ru, thanks for the ale.” Riki winked.

Well that settled it, Omaki could not ask for them to leave now, after Riki’s kindness to Ru. “My Lords, might we move this discussion to the library, so Ru can continue with his duties?” Ru was still looking down at his hand, not believing what had just happened. Without as much as a glance, Omaki addressed Enyu.

"Enyu, you are dismissed to your room until I call for you." With that Enyu bowed to the group and walked away. His mind too exhausted for anything more than that. Riki watched Enyu leave the grand hall, and once again felt the stab of Enyu's depression.

Omaki made a beeline to the bar and served himself a glass of brandy. He glanced at the many bottles of wine and alcoholic beverages available, taking the opportunity to think, and before he served the others, he was going to take a shot first.

Then he stopped short of his glass touching his lips and decidedly put his glass down. He had already consumed more alcohol than his usual fare, and at the risk of blurting out his anger as he did with Korin, did not want Iason and Riki to know about the holopic.

Deciding to quickly make up a story about the condition of the suite, he served Iason a glass of wine, and Riki was given a second bottle of his favorite ale. Lord Korin helped himself, not standing on ceremony and served himself a rather large shot of Omaki's most expensive Bourbon deciding to mix it up as the eventful night was leading to an equally interesting morning.

Omaki sat in one of the over stuffed chairs near Iason and Riki and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to shake off his sour mood. Iason quietly sipped his wine and then spoke.

“Omaki, I know it is quite odd to pay you a visit in this ungodly hour, but as you are well aware, both Riki and I have changed, since our awakening, as you know from our last conversation.” Iason glanced over at Lord Steele who didn’t bat an eye at this statement, as he was too preoccupied with Riki’s earlier transformation. “But it seems Riki sensed you were in state of emotional distress, for the lack of a better word....”

Riki now returned Lord Korin’s stare and then said: “You were pissed as Hell Omi, and I could feel it enough to wake me up- is all.” Riki’s more colorful persona now addressed Omaki who was to say the least shocked. “I thought you were going to kill someone actually, and worried about you.”

Lord Korin’s face went pale as he nearly choked on his bourbon, inhaling desperately as Iason and Riki looked on. Iason spoke to Riki in their mind’s eye. “I believe you hit the nail on the head my love, by the look on Omaki’s face and the half dying Lord Korin, I think we are on to something.” Riki nodded.

Omaki began to laugh, “Yes, well as you can see by the state of my grand hall, we’ve had an interesting evening, as only the Taming Tower can provide, and while I was myself engaged in a little romp, I was upset over one of Enyu’s little temper tantrums, as you both are intimately familiar with, and he ruined half of my art collection and had the gall to run off and hide!” Omaki thought quickly as only he could, and felt telling half the truth is better than an outright lie. "I believe you experienced a similar event in your own household did you not Iason?”

“Yes, in fact I did, though I’m surprised that after all this time, Enyu would act out in such a manner.” Iason cautiously answered. “But if you don't mind my asking, what prompted such an outburst?”

“Actually it has to do with my guest, Lord Steele- You see he is a hunter of precious and exotic creatures that occasionally land in your less public Pet Auctions Iason...” Omaki glared at Lord Steele who once again gagged.

What the hell is Omaki doing? He thought to himself, but decided to play along once he composed himself. "Ahem, yes, well, you see Lord Mink; I import such delicate creatures as Enyu, as young felines to the Xeronian nursery. They in turn, raise them to become the pampered little pains in the ass they are. So, you see, Enyu discovered my identity, and came gunning after me.” Lord Korin was on a roll and all Omaki could do was stare in disbelief. Iason and Riki were equally surprised, and now fell silent.

“Yes, well after his little redecorating of Omaki’s beautiful home- of which I'm extremely envious of by the way- he found my suite and demanded an apology from me to all his ancestors I've ever poached- er, that is captured of his feline family tree and then bit me!” Korin yanked his gray tunic to reveal the love bite Enyu had given him in their little mating encounter. He laughed within himself and then out loud as his mental genius even surprised him.

Omaki's jaw dropped open upon seeing the bite marks- having never been bitten like that by Enyu, even when highly aroused. The shadow of jealousy once again stabbed at the heart of Omaki and he sank a bit deeper in his depression.

“Yes, well I had to sedate the young beast, and then called Omaki to come and fetch his Pet.” Korin quickly took a swig of is bourbon and hoped Iason and Riki would accept the explanation, as crazy as it sounded.

Riki’s eyes lit up at the thought of Enyu pitching a fit. He was quite familiar with the pampered feline’s disposition. “So cat-boy trashed your house?!” Riki squirmed with excitement now that he recalled Enyu standing all put out and silent and ....tamed. Somehow he could picture all that Lord Korin said happened, but what Riki picked up was not just a Blondie taming the hell out of his Pet, but decided not to press the issue.

Iason was watching Omaki as Lord Korin’s colorful explanation was being told, and could see that even Omaki was surprised by the story. “Well, that is somewhat unusual for such an exotic Pet as Enyu, surely you dealt with it accordingly Omaki.” Iason looked at Riki playfully, “After all, I’ve had a similar event with a not too happy Pet once upon a time....”

“Hey! That’s messed up Iason; let's not talk about that!” Riki’s wonderful mood was beginning to sour after hearing the delightful tale of cat-boy getting tamed, and now Iason was poking at him.

“Hush love, I’m only teasing, that was so long ago and already forgotten...we are not those men anymore” Iason soothed as Riki crossed his arms.

“Yeah, well maybe, but my ass still remembers!” Riki shot back. Omaki perked up having the attention redirected away from his situation.

“Well, yes, so now you know Iason, and I’m quite embarrassed you had to hear all this. Please forgive the intrusion, Lord Riki, for the disturbance of your sleep. I’ve dealt with the issue and would beg you both to return to your bed, as I can imagine you must be exhausted.” Omaki felt Korin’s tall tale did the trick, as both Iason and Riki appeared to have believed their story.

“On the contrary my friend, it is us who intruded upon your private affair, please forgive the rather odd visit. Lord Riki and I have much to learn about our abilities, as we have no real guide to what is our true self. We have navigated these uncharted waters on our own and not without making mistakes...”

“What he really means Omi, is that we still screw up! Like how we blow things up whenever we f...”

“Riki!” Iason blushed slightly “we don't need to get into all that, I’m certain Omaki has had a long night...” Iason gave Riki a pointed look, as Riki grinned from ear to ear.

“Oh no...Actually I’d love to hear about it Lord Riki,” Omaki grinned at Iason’s flustered look, “but yes, it is late. However, my big bash is next week, and I plan to pitch a tent at your table and listen to all the juicy details!”

Iason stood up and began to put his gloves on, as he and Riki headed towards the foyer. Omaki was eager to push them out the door, when as luck would have it Lord Jensen was heading to the bath hall wearing nothing but a sheet. Mortified that he was caught in such a compromising situation, Lord Jensen froze in place.

Omaki cursed his bad luck, and could have collapsed with all the miscues that have occurred in so many hours. Eyebrows were raised by Iason and Riki as they looked at the young Lord and recognized him as the Blondie who was so deliciously involved with Omaki earlier that evening.

“Can this night be any longer?” Omaki groaned under his breath, as Lord Jensen ran back into the guest room to get some clothes on, returning a few moments later and still red as a beet.

“My Lords, this is Lord Argent Jensen, he is Aid to Lord Hansel of Amoi’s Historical Society, and in fact oversees the archives which include your newly released lineage.” Omaki smiled broadly as he loved the slight blush of his recent conquest’s cheeks as Lord Jensen bowed graciously at Iason and Riki.

Lord Jensen was trembling in his boots as none other than the object of his reason for visiting Omaki was standing right in front of him. He glanced over at Omaki who just smiled and raised his eyebrows to urge him on.

“I am honored Lord Mink, I have admired your generosity to the Historical Society, and your fondness of Archeology.” Lord Jensen felt as if he would faint when Iason gifted him with a beautiful smile.

“Not at all, Lord Jensen, I too am a lover of history, never thinking I’d become part of it though. I’ve been to many of Lord Hansel’s functions, and admire his many archeological discoveries. In fact he’s recently found what use to be my old Estate is this not true?”

Lord Jensen’s eyes lit up as Iason’s angelic appearance mesmerized the young Lord, never believing his embarrassing encounter with Amoi’s Lord Heir would include the young Prince.

“Yes, Lord Mink, in fact that discovery has not been publicly announced, as it would become a media circus, and from an archeological standpoint could ruin the site if all of Amoi descended upon such a find.” Argent nervously spoke.

“Lord Jensen, this is Prince Riki Oskuro, Lord Heir of the Warrior Clans of Amoi, whom I believe is quite a story in the making.” Omaki’s wheels were beginning to spin, and considering all the alcohol he drank, now conjured up a positively wonderful idea, that thanks to the young star-struck Blondie, might actually work splendidly with his big bash.

Lord Jensen was beside himself with pleasure as Riki was introduced to him, and he could not stop smiling. Riki on the other hand was enjoying the spotlight, privately wishing Enyu could see this and especially him being addressed as “Prince.”

“Young Prince! Jupiter has blessed me! I have read so much about you in recent days; you know the Historical Society has been swamped with requests for your personal data which Jupiter only released a few days ago. It is unprecedented, that one of such birth was always right under our nose…” Lord Jensen hesitated for a moment, “that is- has always been a citizen of Amoi...”

Riki grinned as he spoke, “A mongrel from Midas you mean? A citizen only as of late, but no one would have known - ever- had not Jupiter been my guardian?” Riki’s voice lowered, and Lord Jensen did not know how to respond.

“I meant no disrespect, my Lord.” Argent began to struggle with his words.

“Naw, that’s ok Lord Jensen, Argent is it? I’m quite used to the awkwardness I bring to those who never thought a mongrel such as me, would ever become a citizen much less a Lord. Hell, the world has been turned upside down as the truth of Amoi’s past is being revealed no?” Riki came up to Argent and playfully punched his shoulder. “Don’t sweat it Argent, I’m happy you feel honored, and I’d like it if you would relax.”

Well if Argent were to die that very moment, he would die happy. That such a fortuitous chance meeting would ever happen in the Taming Tower of all places; out of something he was sure would be his dying shame. In fact, this night turned out to be the best night of his young life. Having enjoyed his first time with the most sensual lover ever, that is - his first and only sexual encounter, having only watched his pet perform and never dreaming he would be taking such liberties with the infamous Omaki Ghan and his own pet Artemis.

While Argent was reliving the moment, Omaki saw this as an opportunity and now wanted to cement the deal. “Lord Jensen was here to discuss how the Historical Society would be helping me with my big bash.”

Omaki felt all eyes on him as everyone in the room knew different, but dared not question Omaki, considering what everyone knew. Nevertheless, they all just had to hear this one. Omaki’s eyes lit up in his familiar mischievous way, and then let the biggest whopper ever, come out of his mouth.

“Yes, actually Lord Jensen was helping me plan the proper welcome for the two of you, and of course, Lord Kai Oskuro and Lord Raimen Mink. I know nothing really of our past, or the traditions of the times 10 billion years ago, so I thought Argent here would be the perfect man for the job!” Omaki trembled with excitement, but Lord Jensen looked ready to pass out!

Yes, I have been researching the historical data for days and I was overwhelmed with the pomp and circumstance of royalty, and the closest thing to a royal I’ve ever known was your chef- Iason, what’s his name? Tai! Yes, Lord Tai from Aristia, who sure fooled us all by the way. Argent here, is a wealth of information and we’ve been discussing all the fanfare and whatnot, so as my personal party planner, he’s going to be glued to my hip and will be the authority in honoring our new found royals!”

If Omaki could pat himself in the back he would, but as he looked at the four Lords watching in disbelief- including poor Lord Jensen- he was amazed his drunken mind would even believe his own story. Although it was true that he’d been researching historical data, and was not having any luck finding a gala coordinator, plus he had the horrible mess with the invitations, and now begged the heavens for a break, since the whole night was one for the books.

Lord Steele let out a loud laugh as the tall Blondie was completely comical in his eyes, and shook his head in disbelief. If anyone could get himself out of a jam it would be Omaki. He giggled as he made his way to the bar as he felt he needed one more drink to complete his absolutely insane evening.

Iason cleared his throat as he looked over at Riki who rolled his eyes in disbelief, finding the story unbelievable, as they both knew it was a complete lie, and then Lord Jensen chimed in meekly.

“Well, yes, of course I was, in fact it took us all night, and L-Lord Ghan invited me to spend the night, in order to begin in the morning as we only have …..” Argent looked over at Omaki for help.

“One week! Yes we only have one week and a million things to do, so if you two would excuse Lord Jensen, he was resting, and I fear we’ve spooked his sleep now with all the activity of the night.” Omaki’s words were Iason and Riki’s cue to excuse themselves, which they did. And after a few moments of farewell’s Omaki’s door closed and the drained Master of the Taming Tower collapsed against the door in a rumpled heap.

Lord Steele brought him a glass with bourbon, which he really enjoyed earlier had he not inhaled half of it and gagged when Omaki began his elaborate story. And now that he had become party to an off-the-wall ruse, and played along with Omaki’s insane lie, made Korin want to get stinking drunk. He now has been recruited to be a part of some bizarre investigative interrogator, or watch as Enyu is whipped and sold into prostitution.

At the other side of the room Lord Jensen felt equally overwhelmed and quietly walked across the room to the bar and foregoing a glass, just began to drink straight from the bottle. He walked over and sat with Omaki who reached over and gave the young Lord a gentle kiss.

“Thank you Argent,” Omaki whispered, “You have now become my savior, in more ways than one. I apologize for the mess I’ve just entangled you with, but it could not be helped, or Lord Mink would have discovered the truth. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

Omaki gave Argent another kiss, this time a longer more meaningful kiss, enjoying the taste of bourbon in his mouth. Argent felt warm all over, as the new found feelings he had discovered were still fresh in his mind.

Lord Steele felt strangely out of place, and figured he should make himself scarce as the two lovers were not done with each other. He staggered out of the main hall, as he decided to seek out Enyu’s room, to see if he could comfort him, for it was to his advantage if the young Pet came forward with the information.

As the new found lovers continued to kiss, Omaki now stood up and held out a hand for Argent who was now being led to Omaki’s bedroom which he noticed was twice as large as the one they had been in before. There, Omaki began to undress the young Argent once again, though it would not take much time, as now Argent helped him along, finding the closeness between them hard to resist, and began to tear off Omaki’s shirt, and with uncharacteristic boldness began to tug away at the laces to Omaki’s tight leather pants.

“You learn quick, my young lover, one would think you’ve done this a hundred times before….easy now, let the passion guide you…and let your body do the work for you.” Omaki cooed as Argent peeled off Omaki’s pants and then gently pushed him onto the bed and began to kiss him hungrily.

Omaki, equally aroused, began to moan in his mouth as the two rolled on the bed, both wanted the position of dominance. This only fanned the flames, and the two would be at this for a while, as Omaki’s lesson on dominance was paying off. Argent indeed was a quick learner, and for once Omaki decided in the heat of passion, that he wanted to be taken. The night was one of infinite surprises, and he was ready to concede into one more dip into the pool of desire.

Argent was driven, as he now sensed Omaki’s retreat, and began to kiss his neck and caress his body softly, then moved his lips along his throat and across Omaki’s chest to his pert nipples awaiting his kiss, as the aroused Argent, could feel his cock come alive and press against Omaki’s own hardened erection.

This felt deliciously erotic to the young Blondie as he grind his throbbing member against Omaki’s cock, only encouraging him to explore his conquest thoroughly. Slowly he moved his body down between Omaki’s legs, and then he wrapped his arms around his slender waist and blazed a trail of kissed that led to the prize that waited, nestled between his body and Omaki’s.

Omaki reached down with is hands and stroked Argent’s hair, as the young Lord looked up with lust filled eyes and smiled. “That’s right my love, you know what to do next, do as you will.’ Omaki gifted Argent with a gaze that melted his heart.

He looked down to see what pulsed against his body, and with one hand, held Omaki’s cock and began to slowly lick the tip and then followed its length down to the base where he nuzzled Omaki sensually enjoying the scent of his sex.

Argent had discovered his new sexuality to be a release. A release of time spent alone in a home watching his Pet perform for him, only left wanting something much more than a quick stroke by his own hand. The empty void that was his heart was slowly being filled, with each moment he spent in Omaki’s arms. It was as if the powers that be, knew his heart’s desire, and saw fit to grant him such.

As with all things in his line of work, Argent knew patience, and how to enjoy a good book. So he thought it would be appropriate to enjoy Omaki this second time around, as the lessons he learned but a few hours ago, now took over his body. He now grew more impassioned as he slowly took Omaki into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around the throbbing member and then slowly, deliberately began to suck.

Omaki was beside himself, as he knew he didn’t teach him this! He was breathing in erratically, as Argent now began to caress his leg and within moments placed his arm beneath it and then the other. Omaki began to thrust up as the combination of both Argent’s mouth and the euphoria in his brain due to all the alcohol, would not make him last very long given his aroused state.

But Argent was now aggressively bobbing his head as the pinned Omaki could do nothing by cry out his passion and thrust eagerly into his mouth gifting Argent with his sex, and surprised to see the young Lord drink him and lick him clean.

Argent next raised himself above Omaki and hungrily took his mouth, as his needs were now hard to hold back, and his resolve to enjoy Omaki slowly was now thrown out the door as the highly aroused Argent would wait no more, being a novice of this new and exciting world of stimulating sexual pleasure. He lay atop Omaki and continued to kiss him as he raised Omaki’s right leg and then placed his cock at his entrance.

Omaki broke away as his breathing labored, “Now, Argent, fuck me hard, I want to feel your passion and I want to see if you indeed learned your lessons tonight.” Omaki whispered as Argent gazed into his lover’s eyes. “You were quite delicious, before, now I want to feel your power from within, for I know what I saw earlier tonight, when you took that scrumptious Pet and I want to feel what he felt, for he looked enraptured by your cock.”

Omaki’s words only made Argent wild with anticipation. “You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen Omaki, and I do indeed want to fuck you hard, so I won’t hold back, because I wouldn’t really know how, nor do think I’d want to.” Argent slowly pressed inside Omaki’s inner sanctum making him raise his hips eagerly.

“Don’t s-stop Argent!” Omaki sucked in a deep gulp of air as Argent pressed his impressive cock all the way in until he was completely inside Omaki. Then as if his body took over his mind, he began to thrust hard forcing Omaki to release his breath and grip the sheets tight; his body feeling as if Argent possessed it.

Omaki arched his back as the younger man bent down and gently bit his nipples rolling them between his lips, making Omaki release the sheets and now gently caress Argent’s hair once more. A strong sense of belonging overcame the impassioned Omaki who closed his eyes enjoying the aggressive nature of his new lover, and when Argent hit the sweet spot in his inner sanctum, he cried out, arching his back once more.

“By the Gods! Oh! Argent! Why have the heavens hidden you from me for so long?! Perfect, j-just ….oh!...again- do that again!...right THERE!!”

Argent found a strength within himself he never knew existed. And as he watched Omaki’s expressions he whispered in a tone befitting a skilled lover,

“Ah….you are so… tight …my love, can you feel me pressing against you?”

Omaki began to grunt with each thrust, as Argent now pushed himself back and raised Omaki’s hips, and then his left leg and pressed both against his chest, giving him complete control over Omaki who unbelievably became so aroused once more his cock was engorged.

Argent’s hips now slapped against the back of Omaki’s thighs, and as soon as Omaki’s cock began throb, his inner muscles began to contract and pull against Argent’s cock, making him gasp with delight.

“Jupiter help me! Omaki…unn…ahh…that feels …exquisite, ohh!”

Argent felt Omaki pull against him from within and as Omaki’s excitement increased, Argent found himself on the edge of release. His moans were so erotic to Omaki, he reached between his begs and began to eagerly stroke his swollen cock before Argent’s eyes, and this was too much for the young Blondie, as he thrust a few times then cried out is release, pushing ever deeper into Omaki who could not stop the pending eruption of his own cock as he felt the pulse and release of Argent inside his body.

“Ohhhh! What have you done to me?” Omaki gasped, and then moaned, “I’m going mad with desire…kiss me Argent!”

Omaki pulled Argent on top of him, and as Argent pulled out, the impassioned Omaki, quickly turned Argent onto his side, lifted his leg and slowly penetrated Argent who was still riding the swells of his release. With extremely skillful technique Omaki reached over and kissed Argent’s lips sensually then began to piston into the young Blondie’s so fast, Argent could only moan and gasp. Omaki held his body tight against his, and was grunting with each thrust. With a few more thrusts, Omaki cried out once again and ejaculated.

Omaki pulled out and softly embraced Argent as both enraptured lovers breathed hard; the residual spasms of their lovemaking ran shivers through Omaki’s trembling body. After a few moments, Omaki pulled Argent into his arms and kissed him tenderly, and as more moments passed, he kissed him passionately for some time, before he stopped and gazed into Argent’s eyes and whispered.

“I believe I am lost in you, Argent. For I don’t know by what magic you have taken possession of my soul.”

Argent breathed deep as Omaki once again took his mouth. They continued for a few more moments, when Omaki broke away once more. “Do you think that it is possible since we’ve only just met? I don’t think this has ever happened to me, but I know what I felt just now was more than lust and an extremely ridiculous amount of alcohol, for I’ve had plenty of both, yet, you’ve taken my heart it seems.”

Argent was silent, as he thought about this. He didn’t drink nearly enough compared to Omaki, yet he did feel the passion to be more than he’s ever encountered in his wildest dreams, and this new found love Omaki spoke of, was always meant for others- not for a studious Blondie such as he.

“I don’t know this love you speak of if the truth be told, for I’ve never had such emotion well up within me, as I’ve had tonight. If more than pleasure was found in me, then I am yours, for I love what I behold in your gaze. But will it be there when the mind is clear and you awaken to reality- and an aching head?”

Argent’s words were spoken in an almost sorrowful whisper. This was due to his passion for the past. A jealous wife that gripped his mind, and anything the dust would reveal in a newfound clue to the life of others now gone, would hold him captive.

So a love life- much less a lover- was not really in the stars for him, save this chance meeting with an extremely sexy Blondie, known for his sexual deviance, and owner of the notoriously famed Taming Tower. Omaki was a thunderstorm of passion wrapped up in a body that made chills run down his spine.

Omaki picked up on Argent's somber words. “What I hold in my arms tonight will not end Argent. I’m sober enough to know my own heart. I feel a fury of emotions, true; and I suffer a broken spirit in one I thought would be my…soul mate. But it was not to be, as it was made clear to me tonight that we lived in different planes of existence. But you, you were an unknown variable in a chain of events that brought you to my doorstep. From the moment you sized me up before we even sat down to dine, I knew something amazing was going to happen. Did you think I didn’t notice your gaze?”

Argent was speechless. So Omaki had noticed his reaction when he took in his beautiful body stretching above his head as he bound the leather strap upon his hair, taking in Omaki’s stunning form making his body spring to life before they even brought up the issue of the holopic, that made their paths cross in the first place. Cross? It was more of a head on collision than a mere crossing.

Omaki nuzzled Argent’s cheek, then moved slowly to his lips and once again began to drink of him. Omaki would not stop as he began to pull on Argent’s body to embrace his own. The young Lord returned the kiss, but noticed a tear escape from Omaki’s eyes. He felt a painful tug at his heart, knowing the meaning behind the emotion.

Argent knew there would be a new path for him to walk, and this time he would not be alone, though he wondered where this path would lead them both. He gave in to the embrace that held him, and the body that once again became entwined with his, and as the passion returned, Argent whispered sweet poetry from the archives written thousands of years ago, where romance ruled the hearts of men.

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Thank you for your kind e-mails, sorry I was gone for so long...hope you enjoy the chapter, let me know! *for Jennifer*