Purpose

Yuuzen sighed and raised his face to the hot spray, closing his eyes as the water flowed deliciously down his weary body. It had been a long day…
      He frowned to himself. Kinsha, another of his own race whom he'd known vaguely for a few years, had arrived with a diplomatic mission that morning, and they'd met up for a midday meal.
      Kinsha was quite stunningly beautiful, Yuuzen realised, now that he'd come to really appreciate attractiveness in others, and exquisitely dressed. He glanced pityingly at Yuuzen's uniform.
      "They have you on guard duty?"
      He'd nodded. Kinsha sighed and patted his shoulder sympathetically.
      "Pity. Such a waste. I'm acting as interpreter: we're here to refuel, then off to Kin to negotiate commercial access through their star-system."
      Yuuzen felt a sudden surge of jealousy: Kin was famed as a pleasure-world, but the ruling council allowed very few offworlders onto their planet… He lowered his head.
      "I would love to take Choichan there."
      Kinsha blinked.
      "Choichan?"
      Yuuzen eyed his companion speculatively. The idea of 'lovers' was unknown to his species - as was sex with another being. He wasn't at all sure how Kinsha would react to the notion…
      Kinsha had been horrified. And revolted.
      Then reluctantly curious.
      Then intrigued.
      Then wanted to try it himself. For a fleeting moment Yuuzen wondered if he should send the newcomer to Tulip - then decided this was not a fate he'd wish on his worst enemy, let alone a member of his own race.
      Kinsha was watching him, face impassive.
      "So… you've only been… I mean, this is still very - new?"
      "Yes. Just a few days."
      "So you haven't had the opportunity to - 'have sex' - with your own kind?"
      Yuuzen shook his head, hiding a smile.
      "No. Though I think it might not be a good idea. There may be a risk of impregnation. At least with Choichan I know there's no way either of us can reproduce…"
      Kinsha rested his chin on his fist, expression thoughtful.
      "Almost a pity. I know the Drovonian race. An attractive people."
      Yuuzen smiled.
      "Yes. Very."
      "And he satisfies you, this - 'lover' of yours?"
      "Oh yes. Physically and emotionally. He… cares… for me. As do I for him."
      "May I meet him?"
      Yuuzen froze. Kinsha was very beautiful, with a high-status post - and rich. What if Choichan preferred him? He certainly had more to offer than Yuuzen…
      "I don't think you'll have the time, will you?"
      Kinsha sighed and nodded.
      "You're right. And speaking of time, I really should be getting back to the ship. Perhaps next time…"
      Yuuzen smiled, lying through his teeth.
      "We'll look forward to that…"

He reached for the various cleansers on the shelf, selecting one for which Choichan had expressed a particular liking and smoothing it over his body, relishing the soft, musky scent and the touch of his own hands on his skin, wishing his lover was here. Bathing together was a delight they'd only just begun to explore…
      The faint sound of someone entering the suite panicked him for a moment, before he remembered that they'd changed the security code and had a couple of physical locks installed: it could only be Choichan. He stepped out of the shower, water streaming from his skin and hair, and loped into the lounge to greet his lover.
      Who paled at the sight of him, whirled him around and marched him back to the bathroom, grabbing for a voluminous towel and swathing the warrior's lean, muscular frame.
      "W… what…?"
      Choichan shook his head, eyes brimming: Yuuzen pulled him into a hug, freezing as the Drovonian winced and hissed, pushing back slightly and pressing a hand to the centre of his chest.
      "What's wrong? What's happened?"
      Big, deep orange eyes gazed up into his worried face.
      "We have to get out of here. Tulip's installed cameras - she's been filming us."
      Yuuzen's vision hazed as he came close to fainting: Choichan gripped his shoulders tightly.
      "Get dressed, lover. Under the towel - I don't know where the cameras are, but it's a safe bet she's put the bloody things everywhere."
      Yuuzen nodded and hastened through to their bedroom, pulling a heavy pair of trousers and a thigh-length, high-necked, long-sleeved tunic onto still-damp skin. Not an outfit he particularly liked, but it covered him well, and right now he needed to feel… hidden. The thought that Tulip had been watching - filming! - them made him feel ill.
      Choichan was stuffing clothing into bags. As Yuuzen hastily dragged his wet hair back into a tail and secured it with a clasp, the Drovonian tossed him a small case.
      "Pack your jewellery and things in here."
      Yuuzen nodded - then paused, frowning. The front of his lover's tunic was splotched with… blood?
      Pale Drovonian blood.
      "Choichan? What… what's she done to you?"
      The Drovonian glanced down at his chest, then up at his lover, biting his lip.
      "I'll show you later. We need to get out of here as soon as we can."
      Worried, the warrior shoved his personal possessions into the case then moved to the bathroom, brushing their toiletries from the shelves and into another bag. He paused for a moment, staring around the walls, wondering if she'd put a camera in here too.
      Knowing Tulip, yes, she would have. Swearing under his breath in his own tongue, Yuuzen hurried back into the lounge. He'd find some way to make her pay for the pain she'd caused if it killed him.

An hour later they were ensconced in a new suite, in a building on the other side of the collection of buildings that was the best this planet could do for a city. Yuuzen was huddled on the bed, his face buried in his hands, shivering. Choichan gazed at him for a moment, then moved to sit beside him, gingerly pulling the distraught alien into his arms.
      "It's OK, lover. She won't find us here."
      "… we're never going to be free of her…"
      The Drovonian nuzzled his lover's neck.
      "We will. I promise we will."
      Yuuzen nestled into Choichan's embrace - then pulled back and frowned at his chest, almost grateful for a distraction.
      "Why are you bleeding?"
      The Drovonian swallowed.
      "Uh…"
      Yuuzen scowled.
      "What did she do to you?"
      Wordlessly the feline alien carefully stripped off his tunic…
      Yuuzen stared. Gold glinted there, under the blood and bruising.
      "What…?"
      He frowned and reached forwards to very gently touch one of the gold rings. Choichan flinched, and Yuuzen sighed, rising and tugging his lover towards the bathroom.
      "You can tell me what happened while I tend to these for you."

Choichan was almost pathetically grateful for Yuuzen's solicitude. He'd never even considered his nipples before - no need to, they served no purpose, weren't particularly sensitive. But it had hurt like fuck when Tulip had pierced them, starbursts of pain out of all proportion to the size of either the hoops or the flesh being tortured. He was sure she'd dragged the whole procedure out far longer than necessary, enjoying his pain.
      And now the little nubs were swollen to more than twice their normal size, still weeping blood and aching like nothing he'd ever felt before. The cool water stung, and so did the all-purpose antiseptic Yuuzen carefully smoothed onto the bruised and broken skin.
      "Normally I'd suggest you let me lick them, but that would hurt…"
      Choichan brushed his fingers over the warrior's face and tried to smile.
      "Perhaps once they've healed a bit?"
      "Unless… If we removed them now, you'd heal as though they'd never been done…"
      The Drovonian shook his head.
      "They don't come out. Off. Whatever."
      Yuuzen grimaced. That meant they'd have to be cut off, and right now that would be just too painful: he could only see about a quarter of the hoop, the rest was buried in the swollen flesh. Maybe when the wounds had healed… He sighed.
      "I'm sorry."
      Choichan shifted, wincing as a fresh trickle of blood leaked from one of his lower nipples, then leaned forwards to rest his forehead against Yuuzen's.
      "No, lover, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone there."
      Yuuzen kissed his jaw.
      "Why did you?"
      "I… went to ask her to leave us alone…"
      The warrior sighed.
      "Oh, Choichan… Thank you."
      The Drovonian smirked wearily.
      "Didn't work though, did it."
      "But you tried. For us. For me…" Yuuzen pulled him carefully into a hug. "Shall we go to bed? Just to sleep, I mean."
      Choichan blinked, startled.
      "But…"
      Yuuzen kissed him tenderly.
      "You're hurting. I don't want to add to your pain."
      Choichan swallowed, already aroused.
      "But I'd like you to make love to me… It'll… take away the… memory of the afternoon."

Three hours later Choichan was still wakeful, his back pressed against Yuuzen's body, the sleeping warrior still inside him, twitching gently. Contented and dreamily weary, the Drovonian ached for sleep - but the nagging pain from his chest was just that little bit too much to allow him to drop off.
      He wriggled carefully, easing Yuuzen out of his body and rolling onto his back, the light sheet pushed down to leave his tortured nipples untouched even by the fine fabric. His lover sighed - then nuzzled his neck. He smiled and stroked the beautiful face beside his own, then gasped as Yuuzen's hand trailed very gently up his body from his groin, halting at the lowest pair of nipples…
      Silky cold hair slid over his genitals as Yuuzen - still asleep - twisted and lowered his mouth to the lower nipple nearest him.
      Choichan bit back a cry as his lover's long tongue laved across the swollen flesh, the rough surface somehow comforting even against the torn and stinging skin. Yuuzen nuzzled at his abdomen, tongue flicking out to lick the head of his erect penis before returning to suckle very gently at another nipple…
      The Drovonian held his breath, eyes wide with disbelief. Yuuzen twined the tip of his tongue through each of the rings in turn, working his way up the ivory-pale body, licking and sucking and gently tugging at the gleaming hoops. It should have been agonising.
      It wasn't. It hurt, but the sensation of the warrior's lips and tongue and teeth against the injured flesh nevertheless sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through the Drovonian's body. Choichan groaned - then pushed his lover onto his back and thrust into him, smiling down as Yuuzen murmured happily, eyes slowly flickering open and gazing adoringly up.
      "Mmmm… you don't have to…"
      "I don't think I have much choice after that."
      "After what?"
      Choichan paused for a moment, buried in the warrior's body.
      "You don't remember what you did?"
      Yuuzen tensed anxiously.
      "No… What did I do…?"
      "You licked…"
      Yuuzen bit his lip and tentatively brushed the top pair of rings, fingers gently stroking as Choichan leaned into the touch.
      "I'm sorry… Did I hurt you?"
      "Not really. It seemed to help. The pain's lessened a bit."
      The warrior nodded, then managed a smile.
      "That's good."
      Choichan leaned down to kiss him, biting softly at his lower lip as he rocked his hips back and forth. Yuuzen shivered as the slender shaft inside him rubbed against the small gland, sending ripples along the walls of the chamber where his young would develop… A particularly strong thrust pushed the head of the Drovonian's penis through the ring of muscle at the entrance to the small cavity and into the exquisitely sensitive interior: Yuuzen cried out as he came forcefully - then fainted.
      Choichan smirked: his discovery of what the penetration of that organ could do had been one of the happier days of his life. Now he teased his lover, and himself, with tiny movements within the cilia-rich chamber: it felt like hundreds of tiny fingers stroking and kneading his engorged flesh. Yuuzen whimpered, coming back to consciousness and almost immediately climaxing again, nearly pulling the Drovonian with him, but Choichan gritted his teeth, controlling himself with difficulty. He sat back on his heels, still buried in his lover, and gently eased Yuuzen's twin shafts into the muted light, marvelling once more at the amazing flexibility of the large, smooth, solidly swollen penises… Then again, they'd have to be flexible for the natives to be able to fuck themselves…
      He ran a clawtip over both heads, grinning at the shudder that ran through the strong body before him, the low moan Yuuzen uttered as his eyes closed, and cupped both hands around the twin shafts as he began to thrust again.
      The warrior gasped, then began to squirm, finally shrieking - body tensed, his back arched, internal muscles clenching forcefully around his lover - as they climaxed, explosively, together.
      Choichan held still for a moment, unsure as to whether the throbbing he could feel was from himself or Yuuzen, then collapsed forward, resting his forehead against the warrior's chest, tongue idly licking at the syrupy trickles on the smooth skin around the still-twitching mamillae. Yuuzen roused himself enough to kiss the soft fuzz on the top of the Drovonian's head, then let his head drop back with a contented sigh. Choichan nuzzled him.
      "OK?"
      "… you need to ask…?"
      The Drovonian chuckled and nipped his jaw - then slid up the strong body to capture soft lips with his own, easing his tongue into the hot, wet cavity. Yuuzen tasted of salt - and some kind of herb, slightly bitter, tingling on the tongue: Choichan had come to love the taste over the last few days. Slowly breaking the kiss, feeling Yuuzen's long rough tongue stroking over his enlarged, sharp canines, he sighed happily.
      There was long, affectionate silence as they held each other, then,
      "… I was wondering…"
      Choichan kissed the warrior's throat.
      "Wondering what, lover?"
      "Do you like me?"
      Choichan blinked, then pushed himself up onto one elbow, wincing as the movement reopened the wounds through his nipples but ignoring the pain. He stared down at the warrior, eyes wide and alarmed.
      "What a stupid thing to ask! Of course I… like you."
      Yuuzen eyed him warily.
      "And… do you… I mean, have you made any plans? For after this mission, I mean."
      Choichan stared for a moment, knowing what he wanted to do but suddenly afraid the warrior wouldn't be interested. Then shrugging inwardly. What the fuck - if you don't ask, you don't get… He kissed the corner of Yuuzen's mouth.
      "I was rather hoping," he began hesitantly, "that we might be able to stay together. If you want me, that is."
      Yuuzen pushed himself smoothly upright and pulled the Drovonian into his arms, pressing little kisses to his sensitive throat.
      "There is… nothing… I can think of… I'd like… more…"
      Vastly relieved and blissfully happy, Choichan nestled close to the warrior. They'd have to sort out a few things - like applying for shared quarters onboard their ship, and later on deciding what they wanted to do with their shared lives - but for tonight it was enough they'd made that initial commitment. The rest could wait.
      He grinned to himself. Ironic, wasn't it? If Tulip hadn't attacked Yuuzen that first time, none of this would have happened. He'd have to remember to drop her a Thank You note…

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