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                Nygel quietly entered the room and settled his gaze on his reluctant guest.  Nikkolys lay on the narrow cot, fully clothed under the threadbare blanket that he held clutched to his chin.  Even in this position of repose, he seemed formidably alert and wary, his eyes, huge in the dim greyness, following Nygel’s every move.

                The young man seated himself on the cot beside Nikkolys, who immediately sat up.  He appeared to have recovered nicely from the indignation and exhaustion of his performance in Andur’s largest Entertainment House.  Nygel met the youth’s intense gaze, unable to deny the fascination that Nikkolys’ unusual slenderness and tenuity aroused.  He was so delicate, right down to his narrow face with its refined features, the large green eyes underneath arching eyebrows, sharp, perfectly sculpted cheekbones, the full, pouting lips that were now parted slightly as he returned Nygel’s stare.  There was something almost...exciting about Nikkolys’ ambiguous looks, Nygel decided, the strength of his longing startling him as a fierce heat flushed through his body.  Something irresistibly attractive.  He wanted Nikkolys.  He had wanted him since he had first seen him in the alley behind the Entertainment House, leaning languidly against the wall while the glow from the steamy building lit a halo around his tousled red-gold hair.  Barely able to stand but still managing to defend himself, to threaten Nygel with his dagger...before collapsing against him in a faint....

                The youth, obviously sensing Nygel’s desire with his talent of telepathy, averted his gaze, and Nygel felt the almost fearful surprise, the tumultuous thoughts starting within Nikkolys’ mind, with his own talent.  He knew that the youth trusted him--that he was one of the very few people who had ever gained Nikkolys’ trust--but Nikkolys wasn’t sure if....

                “I won’t hurt you, Nikk,” Nygel murmured in a barely audible voice lest he frighten the youth away, moving himself closer until he could feel Nikkolys’ life warmth, until he could see his nostrils flare slightly, his chest rise and fall with breaths that had suddenly grown sharp and quick, nervous.  “I’m not like those creeps in the Entertainment House, I’m not a rapist!  If you don’t like it, you just have to tell me to stop.”

                Nikkolys turned to look back at Nygel, his narrowed eyes giving his elegant face an almost dangerous cast.  “I’ve never joined with men for pleasure before,” he replied, his voice, incongruously deep for someone so slight, dry and bitter.  “Only with women.  I don’t trust men and I only let them near me when they pay me well.”

                Nygel let out a deep breath.  Nikkolys’ distrustful gaze remained glued to his, the youth’s hot breaths hitting his face and increasing his yearning.  And he could sense an uncertainty lurking beneath his guest’s apprehension and blunt words--a need....  He withdrew the blanket and placed a careful hand on the black synthetic leather of Nikkolys’ close-fitting pants and gently stroked the smooth material over the slender thigh.  The youth stiffened at the touch, then let his tensely held breath out in an exhalation of something resembling relief.  Nygel knew that he had wanted this all along.

                “Don’t fight your feelings, Nikk,” he advised in a whisper, moving yet closer until his arm and shoulder touched the youth’s.  He studied Nikkolys’ unusual features, the skin that was so creamy and unmarred thanks to a life in the darkness, of creeping through the shadows and avoiding the exposing rays of the twin suns.  And it felt unbelievably smooth under his fingers as he brushed them along the prominent cheekbone, the sharp jawline, the enticingly full, soft lips; Nikkolys turned to face Nygel at that very moment and Nygel poked his finger into that warm, wet mouth, aroused almost uncomfortably as the youth let him in past his teeth.

                Then the young man withdrew his finger and hungrily replaced it with his own lips, briefly, teasingly, sensed that Nikkolys wanted more and obligingly kissed him again, hard and long this time, his tongue exploring deeper than his finger had as the youth squeezed his eyes shut.  A tantalizing combination of sweet and salty made Nygel press harder, digging his fingers into Nikkolys’ hair to force the youth impossibly closer, and then his hands lowered to encircle Nikkolys’ shoulders and pull the youth’s entire body against his own, and he felt Nikkolys tremble ever so slightly with the anticipation that he had been trying so hard to suppress.  When Nygel backed away for a breath, Nikkolys let out a low moan and returned the embrace with surprising strength, enveloping the young man in his musky male scent.

                Nygel didn’t bother to talk or even send coherent thoughts through his telepathy as he caressed Nikkolys, as the youth reciprocated, his mind radiating a mounting ecstasy.  Spurred on by the rapid beating of Nikkolys’ heart against his, Nygel moved his lips from the youth’s mouth to his jaw and then slowly down the soft white skin of his neck, his dexterous fingers opening the snaps on Nikkolys’ jacket so that he could continue his progress.  The jacket soon lay on the bed behind the youth, who lifted his arms to help Nygel remove the long-sleeved shirt that he had on underneath.  Then a thin white undershirt was the only thing protecting Nikkolys’ torso from the hostile nighttime cold of Andur.  The fabric was worn and stretched from use, hanging low in front and just barely exposing a tiny nipple.  Nygel touched it and was rewarded with a shudder from his partner.  In a sudden ravenous burst he tore the flimsy garment away and quickly pulled off his own jacket and shirt, breathing quickly, drinking in Nikkolys’ warm scent, caressing the youth’s bare torso with hungry eyes.  There was no denying Nikkolys’ delicacy, but he was not frail--tight, sinewy muscles, the result of a survivor’s predatory life in Andur’s merciless alleys, glistened with lines of sweat as the youth reached out with long, slender fingers to stroke Nygel’s chest.

                By the twin suns, Nikk, you’re beautiful, Nygel sent in awe as he slowly guided his partner down onto his back among the sheets and moved so that he straddled him, the heat and pressure building in his groin deliciously painful, almost unbearable.  Lowering himself over Nikkolys, he felt the warm flesh against his, the uncontrollable pounding of the youth’s heart and his rapid, strained breaths.  He moved his mouth along Nikkolys’ sharp collarbone and then down to a nipple, smiling as the youth gasped.

                Think you can take it? he asked mentally, thrusting his pleasure and excitement into Nikkolys’ mind until the youth squirmed and cried out in protest.  Bet you didn’t know you could enjoy men as much as women....  He looked up to give Nikkolys a crooked grin that quirked up at the corners.  The youth gazed back with eyes that were half-closed, their green hue somewhat darkened.

                “Do me, now,” he demanded hoarsely, his lips moist and bright red, a flush creeping over his pale complexion.

                “Certainly,” Nygel answered, undoing his own pants, pulling them off, slipping out of his underwear and throwing both items on the floor before grasping the bulge of his partner’s erection.  Nikkolys’ agonized delight crashed into Nygel’s mind and reverberated through his senses as the youth thrust into the young man’s palm, gritted his teeth and started a shaky moan that nearly ended in a cry.  Nygel forced his ignited senses to slow down.  He wanted to devour Nikkolys.  No, he wanted to drag the moment out as long as possible as the youth lay back passively and let Nygel unbutton his fly and lower the zipper.  The young man used his other hand to run a sensitive fingertip from Nikkolys’ navel down to the faint line of dark hair that disappeared under his pants.  Nikkolys raised his hips to help his partner slide the pants off.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

                I never do, he sent, too breathless to speak, as Nygel slowly caressed his thighs first with his hands and then with his own, relishing the feel of the soft, downy hairs against his skin.  I can’t afford it and I never considered someone’s dirty underwear worth stealing....   The sending trailed off when Nygel’s exploring hands reached his groin and brushed a very sensitive spot.

                Beautiful, the young man sent again, pressing his thighs against Nikkolys’ unbelievably narrow hips before backing up until his head was between the youth’s legs.

                Nikkolys bit back a yelp when Nygel’s mouth closed around him.

                Too much? the young man inquired.

                “No,” Nikkolys gasped, writhing as Nygel’s lips slid slowly down, then back up again.  “No, don’t stop, don’t....”  He moaned and arched his back, throwing his head back into the pillow.

                Nygel licked and sucked along with the rhythmic movements that Nikkolys’ hips had started, peering up to meet his partner’s unfocused gaze as Nikkolys screwed his eyes shut and then opened them wide, wet lips parted in a long sound of ecstasy.  He whimpered and entangled his fingers in Nygel’s long, silky hair, pulling the young man’s head closer, tighter, pushing him up and down faster as his thrusts came harder.  Nygel obligingly quickened his pace but broke the seal that his mouth had made when Nikkolys’ movements reached an almost frantic level.

                “No, don’t stop!” Nikkolys shrieked.  Nygel grabbed one of his partner’s thin hands and held it over the youth’s groin as Nikkolys flushed, trembled, cried out so loudly that Nygel winced, and released himself into his own fingers.

                The young man crawled back beside Nikkolys and traced a finger along the trickle of sweat that marred the youth’s perfect complexion.  Don’t fall asleep on me, I’m not done yet! he warned with a grin as Nikkolys lay gasping, unable to answer as he continued to shake with his frenzied climax.  Nygel found himself having trouble breathing as he gazed at his impassioned partner, he wanted him so badly, wanted to touch him everywhere possible outside and in, to mesh with him body and mind, roll him over and do him forever until Andur crumbled into nothing....  But he contained his burning, desperate lust and lifted Nikkolys’ languid arm to lick the semen from the delicate fingers.  The taste nearly drove him wild and his unsatisfied erection throbbed.

                “Umm,” he murmured, slowly sucking on Nikkolys’ fingers, one after the other, and then sitting up and gazing down at the spent form curled beside him.  At the immaculate skin, not much darker than the crumpled sheets embracing the youth’s body; at the features, almost exotic in their delicacy, now flushed and shining with perspiration in the room’s soft, dim light; at the glistening half-closed eyes and the invitation of the partially opened mouth; at the slender hips and thighs and the wiry muscles that still trembled slightly.

                Nygel couldn’t contain himself any longer.

                Nikkolys widened his eyes to stare into Nygel’s as the young man’s need and impatience seeped into his mind and burned away his exhaustion, intoxicating his own thoughts.  And then his gaze lowered, his eyes widened even further; Nygel followed the amazed stare and let out a delighted giggle.

                “What did you do?” Nikkolys asked incredulously as a second arousal made his breaths short and shallow. 

                Nygel answered by covering the sweet little mouth with his own and pushing his hips against the youth’s, feeling Nikkolys’ hardness pressing into him, rubbing himself against the soft, downy skin of Nikkolys’ flat stomach.  Sitting up with his back against the wall, he lifted his partner into his lap so that Nikkolys faced away from him.  Nygel felt the youth stiffen, sensed the alarm in his mind, and stopped the gentle caresses. 

                What’s the matter? he asked softly, although he already knew, could read the fear in Nikkolys’ mind that had been built by a line of painful, degrading encounters stretching all the way back to a childhood marred by a twisted stepfather.  Don’t worry, he reassured his partner before the youth could answer, projecting sincerity and tenderness into Nikkolys’ troubled mind.  Just tell me if I’m hurting you and I’ll stop.  

                All right. 

                Nygel felt Nikkolys’ tensed muscles relax, and continued stroking, running his hands down the youth’s back, then wrapping his arms around to caress Nikkolys’ chest.  He sighed.  You don’t really know what it’s like, do you.  Offering your body for money, lying back submissively and allowing yourself to be violated, that doesn’t count and no one should have to go through that.  He sensed a bitterness in his partner’s thoughts and sent sympathy, intent on easing Nikkolys’ distress.  Soon he moved his hands down to the youth’s buttocks where they were pressed against his thighs, and he carefully probed with one finger.  He could feel Nikkolys holding his breath.

                “Do you think you’re ready?” he whispered, and when the mental consent and anticipation warmly touched his mind, he removed his finger and pushed himself in as gently as he could, pausing when Nikkolys made a small gasp and then continuing when the youth begged him to.

                He then started to move inward and upward, slowly, slowly, savoring the delicious tightness, seizing Nikkolys by the shoulders and pulling him into his chest so that the youth’s soft red-gold hair tickled his throat.  Nikkolys leaned his head back against Nygel and matched the young man’s careful rhythm with his own hips, making Nygel’s breath catch.

                “Is this all right?” the young man somehow managed to ask.

                “Yes,” Nikkolys whispered breathlessly back, goading Nygel to thrust harder as he quickened his own movements.  “I don’t care if it hurts...just do me!”

                “If you’re certain....”  Nygel obliged, gratefully throwing aside his caution and giving in to the passion that made him push into his partner hard and fast and deep, made him squeeze Nikkolys’ breaths out with his clasping arms and grab the youth’s hips to force them impossibly closer to his, regardless of Nikkolys’ desperate, almost sobbing cries.  His spasming fingers moved up to the youth’s face and rubbed away the hot streams of sweat, dug into the gasping mouth.

                Make me come! Nikkolys demanded in a sending that slid intimately into Nygel’s mind, carrying the ragged, breathless qualities of a whisper and spurring him on into frenzied thrusts that would have thrown his partner from his lap had he not been holding him so tightly.  Along with the message came Nikkolys’ agonized pleasure, the painful thrill as he felt Nygel deep inside threatening to rip him right open.

                In an amazing contortion Nygel bent forward over the youth’s shoulder and obeyed the demand with his mouth.  The strained position forced him even deeper into his partner and through the mental connection he felt a sudden searing pain as Nikkolys, struggling to gain control, bit down hard into his own lip.  As Nygel’s warm mouth brought the youth roaring toward climax he sank his fingers into the sheets lying crumpled to each side and tore them apart with harsh breaths, his back heaving against Nygel’s chest.     

                And then the explosion shook through Nygel’s mind, the ecstatic burst of emotion, even stronger this time and threatening to blow the young man’s senses, as Nikkolys flung the torn sheets up to his mouth and futilely tried to smother the shriek that ripped out of him with a great convulsing shudder.  The lances of heat that Nygel could sense crackling through the youth’s every nerve, the delightful sensation as he felt Nikkolys spurt into his mouth, brought Nygel hurtling over the edge just a second later and he screamed his exhilaration into the stuffy room’s shadows, collapsing on the mattress and bringing Nikkolys down with him.  Together they lay entangled and trembling, basking in their shared satisfaction and pleasure.

                See, was that so bad? Nygel asked mentally, too drained to speak.

                I suppose not, Nikkolys responded complacently, curling his clammy arms and legs around Nygel’s fatigued frame before succumbing to exhaustion.

                Nygel returned the embrace, holding the slender figure close and savoring the youth’s warmth.  He traced Nikkolys’ flushed features, ran a finger over the barely perceptible creases that framed the youth’s mouth, the only imperfection in the skin, the only visible evidence of his daily struggle to survive in Andur.  Grinning lazily, he pulled the blanket over his and Nikkolys’ bare bodies as the cold of night bit through the heat of their love-making, and then gave in to his own weariness, breathing in deeply the heavy, pleasant scent that lingered after the frantic joining.