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The Secrets of a Dragon	By : Norman Category: +1 through F > American Dragon: Jake Long Views: 18555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I am finally done. I would to thank the readers I have left for waiting a century for me to finish typing this—though I did finish the handwritten version two months. The final count is 39 pages and 21,265 words—not bad for someone who types at 10 wpm and 1 page per a week—if I am lucky.
I would like to thank Puppy for your wishes and reviews. I would also like to thank Fenale Anonymous, class=SpellE>Mr.D, Hikito, href="http://www.adult-fanfiction.org/aff/authors.php?no=1296781824">class=SpellE>Zantari, class=SpellE>Lizarman, Kyubi, Lord Griffin, and Zan Necronos for your reviews. They were all most enlightening.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any character from American Dragon: Jake Long, the Disney Company does. I do however own the right to this story/scenario and my characters Sky, Griff, Cytros, et cetera.
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Warning: The following sub-part contains graphic rape, incest, and graphic violence. If you cannot handle incest or graphic violence, do not read. You have been warned.
Thing to know:
Aktubis: (Ock-to-bis) the original language of the Anubian people, before they switch to standard (Whatever language the show is presented in, for this story, English)
Va’locto’: (Va-lock-toe) is the greatest insult in the Anubian culture. Its literal Aktubis mean is “slave of a dragon.” In ancient times, however, as a way to insult the dragon population, it was used to refer to a dragon. In the current Anubian culture, though, it means “sex toy of a dragon.”
Plural form: Val’akt’s (Val-axe-toes)
Singular possessive form: Valocto’s (Va-lock-toes)
Plural possessive form: Valactos’ (Va-lack-toes’s)
Anubians are identified by their iris and fur located around their eyes color, because all Anubians have black fur where Sky’s fur is black. Example: A green Anubian is an Anubian with green fur where Sky’s is gold. Sky is a gold Anubian. In addition, no two Anubians have the same exact colorization. The color scheme maybe similar, but it is never the same (for a couple million generations at least).
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It was a horrid sight. There was blood everywhere. Whoever had attacked Jake after killing him—Sky prayed it was after killing him—had skinned him. Jake’s body was barely recognizable. His intestines had spilled out onto the floor. His skull was completely crushed. His murderer had even cut off his length. And lying in front of Sky, in a pool of blood, were shattered remains of Jake’s silver wedding band. Seeing all this, Sky collapsed onto his knees, weeping.
Sometime had passed by—Sky in his blinding grief could not tell how long—when someone finally spoke to Sky. “Sky, the police are here. We need to go,” said Lao Shi compassionately, as he gently set his hand on Sky’s shoulder.
“No. I will not abandon him. Not like her. Not like her. I cannot leave him. Not like her. I love him. I cannot—he is wrong, I will not abandon my love. I am not leaving. You cannot…,” said Sky incoherently.
“I can and I must. He’s gone. You’re not,” said Lao Shi gently. Then to an unseen police officer, “Can you give him a minute? He just lost his husband. Would you mind getting some clothes for him? Sky, where did you put the laundry?”
“…That was the last thing he ever said to me,” said Sky dreamily, as he pointed through two walls to his and Jake’s closet. At this Sky heard the police leave, as Lao Shi—after turning into a dragon—forced him to his feet. Sky’s legs, however, were unable to support his weight, so Lao Shi had to practically carry him into the kitchen.
As Lao Shi helped Sky into a chair, the police officer returned, carrying a black shirt and a pair of dark gray sweatpants and saying, “This is all I found. No socks. No underwear. I mean nothing. Our murder is also a thief. When he’s up to it, we’ll need him to go through his and the victim’s things to make sure nothing else has been taken.”
“They will do for now,” said Lao Shi, taking the two pieces of clothing, “I just need to get him away from here. Could help me get him dress?”
And so, together, Lao Shi and the police officer managed to dress Sky and get him to Lao Shi’s shop, where he, after Lao Shi set him in the guestroom, stayed for four days, without eating, drinking, or even speaking.
“If he keeps this up, he’ll die,” Sky heard Jake’s mother say outside the door in a voice that suggested she was nearly ready to force food and water down his throat.
“I think he wants to,” said Lao Shi solemnly, “What does he have left? His only love is gone. He wants to die.”
“No, I do not,” said Sky hoarsely. At this pronouncement, both Lao Shi and Jake’s mother rushed into Sky’s room, both looking relieved to hear him speaking. They found him sitting on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap, and staring blankly at the floor. “I want revenge,” continued Sky in a cold monotone, “I want to avenge my love. Then and only then will I let myself die. Have the police given their report to the Dragon Council?”
“Yes, they have,” said Lao Shi, shocked by the normality in Sky’s voice, it seem as though Sky’s once loving heart had turned into ice cold stone, “The Council is going to announce in four hours, but they first they want to meet with me and you, if your able—”
“I am,” interrupted Sky.
“—in three hours. They want to ‘discuss’ what you say happened, what is to happen to Jake’s remains, and to his property.”
“I am not the prime suspect?” asked Sky, still in that cold heartless voice.
“My sources say you’re the prime suspect in the conspiracy to plot Jake’s murder,” said Lao Shi.
“Figures. Never trust an Anubian. All they are good for is raping and making into coats. That is what dragons say, is it not?” said Sky darkly.
“Not all,” said Jake’s mother, putting her hand on Sky’s shoulder.
“Hmm. I keep forgetting you are dragons,” said Sky, somewhat distantly.
“And that, times have changed. Jake’s death has brought back many memories for you, hasn’t?” said Jake’s mother, the strength in her voice wavering when she said Jake’s name.
“You do not need to be strong for me,” Sky said to her, “I have m y strength.”
“Revenge is not strength, it is only weakness,” said Lao Shi.
Sky, looking into Lao Shi’s eyes, answered dimply, “Yes, but it is all I have left.” It was at this moment Lao Shi and Jake’s mother saw how much Sky had changed, for Sky’s once beautiful eyes had died, and had changed from glistening gold to an almost evil shade of dark gray.
“It isn’t all you have left. You had a life before Jake, you, unlike me, can return to it,” shouted Jake’s mother, as she stepped away from Sky and, using her hand that was on Sky’s shoulder, smacked him in the face.
Sky, standing up, roared back to her, “My life before Jake was waiting for him.”
“Jake would not want you to give up like this. Jake loved you, but I don’t think he would now,” she retorted, and although he showed no sign of it, Sky was deeply wounded by this comment.
“I have not given up yet. I love Jake, even now. I must know why I—he was killed.”
“But it will not end there. If you truly love Jake, you will move on,” said Jake’s mother.
“I cannot,” said Sky through watering eyes, “I do not know how to, anymore. I just wanted to settle and not worry about tomorrow for once in my life. I know I stole part of Jake’s childhood, I but I had found my soul mate. I was impatience. I had been waiting so long for him that I did not care about the consequences. The first dragon-Anubian marriage and it lasted less than a day. It is my fault he is…. I never warned him about the hatred between dragons and Anubian. I never told him about the danger in loving me. I cared more about love than life. I killed him…I killed my love. I cannot forgive myself and I never shall. So, revenge is the only way I can make amends for my crime.”
Jake’s mother then, after taking a step closer to Sky and replacing her hand on Sky’s shoulder, used her free her hand to lift Sky head, so they were looking straight into each other’s eyes, and said gently, “You did not kill Jake. He knew. Jake knew you better than you think. You did not need to tell him about the hatred for your marriage. He may not have understood why there was hatred, but he feared for you just as much as you feared for him. You two cared for each other more than either of you could have ever known. You were each other’s soul mates.”
“But I proposed,” said Sky, turning his head away from his mother-in-law’s eyes, “If I had not…”
“He would have asked you,” said Jake’s mother, forcing Sky to again look into her eyes, “He brought that gold ring you’re wearing, with a little help, when was sixteen. He may not have told me it was for you, but I knew it was for someone he loved. He didn’t purposed first, because he feared what others might say and that you might reject him”—Sky tried to interrupt but Jake’s mother cut him off—“I know you never would have rejected him, but he need you to love him. He needed you to anchor him. Trying to balance his life as a dragon and as a kid was hard on him. You were the only constant he saw, there for him always. Your love kept him going. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You are why he kept fighting, because he fought for you. If it weren’t for you, he would quit along time ago. Six years may not be a time for you, but it is for the rest of us, including Jake it is and protecting New York City is not easy.”
“I know what it is like to try to protect people. It is hard, it is painful, but it must be done. I know that. I spend sixty years protecting people. So do not lecture me,” said Sky sharply, misinterpreting his mother-in-law’s words.
“I’m not trying to lecture you,” said Jake’s mother calmly, “I’m trying to explain what Jake felt for you.”
“I know what Jake was like. I was his lover for six years. Did you forget?” said Sky snappishly, taking a step back from Jake’s mother, so that her hands fell to her sides.
“Oh Sky,” said Jake’s mother, as tears began running down her cheeks, “I haven’t forgotten. It’s just a mother’s grief. I’m sorry, but I need to talk about him. He was my son and your husband. I—I can’t—I can’t—” She then broke down into sobs and losing her balance, she fell into Sky’s arms, as he rushed forward to catch her.
“Hush, now. I understand,” said Sky gently, all anger in voice gone, the shadow in his eyes lifted, as he embraced his mother-in-law. For five minute no one moved, until the door of the room slammed open as Haley entered the room. Jake’s mother and Sky parted, as Haley approached, Sky then knelt and looked into Haley’s watery eyes. “I am sorry, Haley. I broke my promise. I failed him,” he said. At this, Haley punched Sky, knocking him to the floor.
“Haley!” shouted both Jake’s mother and Lao Shi, as they rushed forward and pulled Haley off Sky.
“No. Let her. I deserve it,” said Sky, remaining on the floor, though he was waiting for Haley to continue hitting him.
“No one deserves to be beat,” said Lao Shi, holding Haley at bay.
“He deserves it,” shouted Haley, “He sworn to protect Jake. He swore to keep Jake alive. He killed Jake. He killed him. It’s his fault.” She then broke free of her mother and grandfather and resumed battering Sky.
“It is partly, if not fully, my fault,” said Sky evenly, as though he do not feel Haley hitting him, “If I had not loved him…if I had not let my guard down…the ‘ifs’ going on. I will avenge Jake, but for now, if hitting me helps you grieve, by all means continue.”
“You bastard. How can you remain so calm?” shouted Haley, ending her beating of Sky and sitting back. She then broke down into sobs of anguish.
“I act as I must. If I am to defend Jake and myself in court, I must stand strong. They would see grieving as only an act. I remind you also that your mother is present,” said Sky sitting up, but as he reach forward to place his hand on Haley’s shoulder, she bolted, leaving her brother-in-law, arm outstretched, with look of glumness. “Will she ever be able to forgive me?” he said sadly, as Jake’s mother helped him to his feet.
“She will with time,” Lao Shi, “But now, you must get ready for the Council.”
“You are right, of course,” said Sky, “I will need a change of clothes and I will need to call the Anubian Government. Also, I need to know how the investigation is going.”
“They’ll never tell you,” said Lao Shi.
“They do not need to. Trust me, I have my ways of getting information,” said Sky, handing to the door.
“You forgot something,” said Jake’s mother.
Stopping at the door, Sky said, “What?”
“Eating,” said Jake’s mother, “You forgot to provide time to eat.”
“I am not hungry,” said Sky, just before he left the room.
“Hello, Topuroc (two-per-rock) speaking,” said a male voice over the phone.
“Hello, Senator. This is Sky Antrubus. You might remember me from a case of child molestation,” said Sky.
“Ah yes. Cytros (Cye-ter-ross) Trecdos (trek-dose) son. How may I help you?” said Topuroc.
“So quick to cut to the chase, things must be busy,” said Sky.
“It is just dealing with the dragons. First they try to control us; then they free your father and other prisoners.”
“My father is free? How is that possible? He was sentenced to life.”
“You did not know. Oh boy. When we agree to join forces with the dragons in the policing of the magical community, they felt our laws were too harsh.”
“What?! We let him live. How is that too harsh?”
“They just do not understand that we live forever.”
“And ‘forever’ can be a bitch. Two hundred years is too long to live.”
“Yes, it is. Now, I know you did not call me just to complain about life. So, what is wrong?”
“I am about to be charge with conspiracy to commit murder.”
“What?! How could you get tied up in—whose murder?”
“My husband’s.”
“Your husband’s! You mean they think you kill that dragon of yours.”
“I have not spoken with my sources, but Jake’s grandfather’s tell him that the Council does.”
“Oh my—this is just what we needed. Okay, Sky. When do you meet with the Council?”
“At 15:00 hours. We should meet before then.”
“Agreed. Twenty minutes beforehand. Stay strong, Sky.”
“Strength is all I have,” said Sky, hanging up the phone, “While living in hell.”
“Hello,” said a young female voice over the phone.
“This is agent AD001, codename ‘Golden Eye’,” said Sky, “I wish to speak with Ross.”
“Sir, your file has you listed as ‘retired’. You have no authority or authorization to speak with Commander Ross,” said the woman curtly.
“I became a member of the S.M.N.P. before you were even born, just shut up and get Ross on this line,” shouted Sky.
A minute later, an elderly man’s voice shouted, “Sky, what the hell do you think you’re doing—”
“Ross, I want every file you have on the Jacob Long-Antrubus murder,” interrupted Sky.
“First of all,” said Ross, “there’s no file under that name—”
“Try American Dragon—”
“Secondly, you do not have clearance to see any files,” shouted Ross.
“Do not screw with me, Ross,” snarled Sky.
“It’s been a good sixty years since the last that happen.”
“Which is why you have five minutes to get me my husband’s file,” shouted Sky. He then slammed the phone on its receiver.
Five minutes later, there was a loud knock on Jake’s parent’s front door.
As Sky opened the door, an elderly human-looking man, carrying a small briefcase, rushed forward into the house. “Sky, you have ten seconds to tell me why I’m here,” he shouted, as soon as Sky shut the door.
“As you know, Ross, I am about to be accused of plotting my husband’s murder and I want to see the evidence against me,” said Sky calmly.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Sky, said Ross.
“Do not jerk me. I will break your neck,” said Sky threateningly.
“Okay, where can we talk,” said Ross, conceding a fight.
“Follow me,” said Sky, heading to the kitchen.
As he followed Sky, Ross said slyly, “What are you wearing under those sweats?” At this Sky stopped, turned around, and slapped Ross in the face, before continuing into the kitchen.
Inside the kitchen, Jake’s mother was busy frying eggs and Lao Shi was sitting at the table. “Lao Shi, this is Grant Ross. He is an old friend of mine, and my source. So, no questions,” said Sky to Lao Shi, and then to Ross, “Please, sit down.” Sky then sat down across from Ross, as set a file folder in front of him.
As Sky took and opened the folder and began to read its contents, Ross said, briskly, “The woman in charge of the investigation is Susan Doyle. She is strict and intelligent. She doesn’t work for the Dragon Council, and she thinks you did not commit the murder.
“Do you have a wire,” said Sky, without looking up from the file.
“Yes. It’s been dubbed so that is content only important information,” said Ross, taking a small tape player out of his pocket.
“Play it,” said Sky, as Jake’s mother set a plate full of eggs in front of him. Sky simply pushed the plate aside, as Ross play the tape:
“What did forensics find?” said a female voice”—“That would be Doyle,” said Ross—.
“They found semen in the rectum and in the oral cavity,” said a male voice.
“This guy was raped then skinned,” said a second male voice.
“No, it probably wasn’t rape,” said Doyle, “Are they running a DNA analysis?”
“Yes,” said Man #1, “they—”
“What are you saying? That this guy had consensual sex with his murderer,” interrupted Man #2.
“If you would listen during the briefings, you would know he was married to a Mr. Sky Antrubus-Long, and I would guess they had intercourse,” said Doyle, “As you were saying…”
“The both semen samples, they have found, were from one or more Anubians. They are running tests to discover how many Anubians, but Anubian DNA is so complex and are so genetically similar, it will take sometime for the lab to complete the tests,” said Man #1.
“Do they have a DNA sample from the husband?” said Doyle.
“There is no genetic record for the husband,” said Man #2.
“Why not?” said Man #1, “Don’t interspecies marriage require genetic samples to make sure breeding is not possible.”
“How can two men biological have a child?” said another female voice.
“What was the crime scene like?” said Doyle.
“The living room was destroyed,” said Man #1, “probably because of a fight—”
“Between spouses or a third party?” said Doyle.
“Based on the fact that the victim’s grandfather found the husband unconscious, I would say ‘third party.’”—“I believe you get the picture,” interrupt Ross, “I’ll just skip to the conclusion.”—
“…So, we know that there are two possible reasons for the murder,” said Doyle, as though giving a speech, “Either it was personal or it was an Anubian who hated the idea of a dragon-Anubian marriage. With the latter theory, we know the killer would have to be Anubian because the Anubian was left live; a dragon would have kill the Anubian and let the dragon live, and any other species would have killed both. I believe we now need to speak with the husband—”
“That’s everything the police know,” said Ross, placing the tape player back into his pocket.
“And—,” started Sky, but he was interrupted by Jake’s mother shoveling a large spoonful of eggs spoonful of eggs into his open mouth, nearly causing him to choke. After Sky managed to sallow the eggs, he snapped at his mother-in-law, “Will you not shove food down my throat? I will eat when I am hungry…and I am not hungry.”
“Sky,” said Jake’s mother, “You haven’t eaten for two days. You are not leaving this house until you have, at least, finished this plate.”
“Fine,” said Sky grudgingly, as Jake’s mother pushed the plate back in front of him and handed him the spoon; then to Ross, “As I was saying, and what do you know that the police do not.”
“That you have not moved for two days,” said Ross, as Sky began eating with distain, “That the murder was a hit. Also, we believe your father put out the hit.”
“What?!” shouted Sky, slamming his spoon into the table like a knife, “Are you sure? What evidence do you have?”
“Absolutely none,” said Ross, sighing, “We have nothing linking anyone to the murder. It just seems to fit. Your father just got out and he wants you back. However, you just married someone. How could he get you back with someone in the way? Simple, kill that someone. Then find someway to draw you to him. That’s our theory, at least.”
“Unfortunately,” sighed Sky, wrenching his spoon out of the table, “a theory is nothing without evidence. Anyways, would he not be medicated?”
“Fist of all, I doubt drugs could stop his fetish for you,” said Ross, sadly, “Secondly, he was sentence to life without parole. Why treat the bastard?”
“Would you mind not insulting my father…before I insult that Va’locto’. Anything else I should know?”
“Just that we know you’re innocent and the police found the T.K.’s.”
“Oh shit,” said Sky softly, “How to explain those?”
Setting a small stack of papers in front of Sky, Ross said, “Here are permits and all the paperwork require to legally have them. Remember the true is top secret. The lie is the top sheet.”
A couple of hours later, twenty minutes before Sky’s meeting with the Dragon Council, Sky, wearing a black suit, entered a small coffee shop and sit down in front of a light brown Anubian, who wore a pair of silver glasses and was perusing the day newspaper.
“Good afternoon, Sky,” said the Anubian, looking up and outstretching his hand.
“Hello, Senator,” said Sky, shaking hands with Senator Topuroc.
“So, how deep in it are you?” said Topuroc, setting his paper down and leaning forward.
“There is no evidence linking to the murder,” said Sky softly, also leaning forward to make sure Topuroc could him, “Despite this fact, I am sure the Council will charge me.”
“That assumption, I hope, is not based off the idea that the Dragon Council is prejudice against Anubians,” said Topuroc, “Because the world is getting tired of Anubians saying that our crimes are not our fault…that we were charged because of discrimination against our people.”
“I would not say that they are prejudice against me because I am an Anubian, though they are,” said Sky, “I would say they hate me because I slept with a dragon, and during our acts of sex, I not only screwed that dragon, he blew me. Then there is the fact that I am gay, an Anubian, and I married a dragon.”
“Sky, I remind you that I am heterosexual. Please refrain from tell about your sex life,” said Topuroc, “How would you feel if I started talking about what my wife and I do in our bed.”
“Uncomfortable…. Okay, no more talking about our sex lives. But mine most certainly will be bought up. Everything Jake and I hide, every secret we have, they will want me to revel. When Jake and I met. How we met. No matter what, I will fail to protect his memory.”
“It will be alright, Sky. You did nothing wrong. You just fell in love.”
“He was thirteen when we met. I did not rape him, but I was 128. I did legally rape my husband. That is Jake and my greatest secret. I did not want to go to jail; I admit it. I knew if I went to jail Jake would not have wait for me. He should not have even if I did. Life is too short to wait on love. I know, I waited a hundred years, and I am going to live to be somewhere around 500. To be together, we risked too much. But now I am going to go to jail, because I will not be the first Anubian to lie under oath.”
“What is love without risk?”
“Bliss.”
“If I had known, I would have shot you myself. You are the second Anubian to get involved with a child. By our court system, you should be killed, or sentence to life in prison.”
“I know…but I married him. We thought our marriage would make it forgivable. I knew the truth. Neither the dragon nor my own people would forgive, because we should never have had a relationship. I was blinded by love.”
“There nothing wrong was your relationship, except it started too soon.”
“How letters did the Government receive demanding the annulment of my marriage?”
“2,000 or so…out of the remaining hundred-thousand or so Anubians.”
“Are there a hundred-thousand of us left after the massacres?”
“That was along time ago. We are gaining in numbers, again. We will survive. As to your marriage, it was only the beginning of dragon-Anubian cooperation.”
“I did not love him to help relations with the dragons or to fulfill to prophecy.”
“Those would be the wrong reason to wed someone.”
“Tell that to the people who think that is why I married Jake and those who how want me dead.”
“No one—no Anubian wants you dead, even those who can remember what the dragons did, do not want you dead. Yes, some wanted your husband dead, but no one would allow it.”
“Someone did, because he is dead.”
Topuroc, after glancing at his watch, stood up. “Well, it is time to go. Do want some coffee for the trial.”
“No,” said Sky, standing to join Topuroc, “Let us just go. Though, I was wondering where my father is staying.”
“At your old home. Why do you want to know? You do not have, um, um…”
“No,” said Sky, and they left.
Five minutes later, they join Laoshi at entrance to the Dragon Council camber. They entered. They found the room completely silent. The Dragon Council sat in their usual high-backed chairs in the front of the room; next to their table, stood a female humanoid. To the right of Sky sat rows and rows of magical creatures, ranging the majority of dragon to the minority of elves. To Sky’s left, sat hundreds of Anubians. In front of then was a small two-chaired table. As Sky and his party walked down the center aisle towards to the table, Sky muttered to Topuroc, “You did not me our people would be here.”
“No Anubian should have to face the dragons alone,” whispered Topuroc.
“If any should face them alone, it should me,” said Sky, as he and Topuroc sat down at the table.
“Even the Second Gold Anubian need support when the leaders of the dragon people,” said Topuroc.
There was a long moment where no one spoke. Glancing around Sky noted that everyone was staring at Lao Shi, who had just reached the end of the rows of benches. The dragons to Lao Shi’s right had stood up, so that Lao Shi could sit in the open spot in the middle of the bench. However, Lao Shi turned to his left and politely asked the Anubian if he could get through. The Anubians of the row stood up and allowed him to sit behind Sky.
“Now that everyone has been seated, we will begin,” said Counselor Chang, looking disapprovingly at Lao Shi. “Mr. Antrubus, before you, you will find a list of all your rights. Please date and sign on the line at the bottom. By signing this you are stating as a matter of law that fully comprehend your rights and waive them.”
Sky signed the paper.
“For the record, state your name,” said the white-haired counselor member.
“Sky Antrubus Radae Contriad Soltep Mewamun Jentu Long.”
“Birth name.”
“Skylar Cytros Trecdos.”
“Place and day of birth.”
“December 11, 1877, Anubian Settlement, Egypt.”
“Relationship with the victim.”
“Husband.”
“What happened?”
“Lao Shi called…we got up…someone was in the house…they knock me out…I regained consciousness after Lao Shi arrived.”
“So you say,” said Chang darkly.
“So I say,” said Sky flatly.
“Lieutenant Doyle began your questioning,” said Chang.
At this, the female humanoid stepped forward. She looked extremely nervous, as those she was not use to integrating people before large groups. “Mr. Antrubus, we are very sorry for your loss, but we must ask these questions. Did you kill the victim?”
“I could not,” said Sky. “I loved him. No, I did not kill Jake.”
“Did you have sexual intercourse with the victim the night before or the day of the murder?”
“The night before. Oral only,” said Sky, bowing head a little, noticeably uncomfortable.
“Before that?”
“Not for several weeks.”
“Did the victim have any enemies?”
“Many. The Huntsclan. The goblins. The Dark Dragon.”
“And you?”
“Even more. Most of which I have forgotten their names.”
“Were you involved in or have you had an affair?”
“We were married less than a day. No, and before that, I had not been involved with anyone else for several years.”
“Else? Mr. Antrubus, how long have you been involved with the victim?”
“Since he was thirteen.”
There was a collective intake of air at this.
“Mr. Antrubus, you do realize you just admitted to having sexual relations with minor and to statutory rape?”
“I never said it was sexually, but yes. I know what I did was wrong. All I can say in my defense is I fall in love.”
“How old are you?”
“133”
“I am finished with my questioning of this witness at this time,” said Doyle to the Dragon Council. Then to Sky, “Stay in touch. We may have more questions.”
“Aren’t you going to arrest him,” said Chang.
“Not without a warrant and you’re a judge,” said Doyle, with the ere of someone getting back at someone else.
“He just admitted he raped a child,” said Chang.
“Who he later married, I doubt he’ll reoffend,” said Doyle and walked out of the chamber.
“Mr. Antrubus,” said Chang, agitated at Doyle, “we have decided to release Jacob’s body to you.”
“Thank you,” said Sky. He then let out a sigh of relief.
“However,”—Sky became tense—“we have revoked his title,” said Chang, “He is no longer the ‘American Dragon,’ and he will not be buried as such.”
“What?” said Sky dazed. “He deserves the honor of being buried as an honored dragon.”
“Honored dragon?” said Chang. “If you hadn’t killed him, we would have removed his powers on top of his title.”
“Why? What did he do to deserve that? And I did not kill him!”
“You forced us into this decision,” said Chang. “We could never condone a dragon-Anubian marriage. So the American Dragon could no longer be a dragon.”
“After all he did for you,” said Sky, emotion seeping into his voice. “How could you disown him?”
“How could you marry him?” said Chang.
“I fell in love.”
“And shattered every precedent that came before.”
“Where is he to be buried if not as a dragon?”
“Bury him as an Anubian.”
“He is not allowed in the Anubian cemetery.”
“Now who’s being unfair?”
“If the marriage is annulled, will you reinstate him?”
“What?” said Chang taken aback.
“If I am no longer Jake’s husband, will you reinstate his dragon stasis and bury him as an honored dragon?”
“…We need to discuss this proposal,” said Chang. “We ask everyone to clear the room.
And so, everyone stood up and filed out.
When Sky was outside, he moved away from the silence Anubian crowd and leaned up against a pillar, accompanied by Topuroc and Lao Shi.
“Do you know what you are doing,” said Topuroc.
“I am giving Jake up, so he can be buried in honor,” said Sky. “We were married less than a day, it will not hurt anything. He was a dragon for much longer. He deserves honor. The honor I cannot give him.”
“You waited a long time. Are you sure you want to throw it all away?” said Lao Shi.
“For him…yes,” said Sky. Sky leaned there for several minutes, before he silently walked off, lost in thought and memories. No one stopped him. No one bothered him. He walked a lap of the island, almost style='color:black;background:white;mso-highlight:white'>instinctively following Jake’s scent from years past. As Sky began climbing the stairs the Coucil Chamber, he saw the crowd was returning to the chamber. He could not see Topuroc or Lao Shi. He assume they had gone in already and was about to join the crowd, when he heard someone shout his name.
“Mr. Antrubus! Mr. Antrubus!” Sky stopped and turned around. There was a small boy running towards him.
“I have a letter for you,” said the boy, as he came to a stop before Sky. The boy handed Sky an envelope and ran off.
Sky opened the envelope and took out a letter, it read: “It is time to come home, Skylar. Your master is now no longer in the way, Va’locto’.”
Sky crushed the letter in his hand and threw it on the ground. He then ran off to elevator and shouted at the operator to take him to Cairo, Egypt.
One elevator ride and several minutes of walking later, Sky arrived at the magic entrance of the Cairo Train Station. “One to the Anubian Settlement,” he said to the ticket master.
“12 pounds,” responded the ticket master, without looking at Sky.
“How much is that in U.S. currency?” said Sky.
The ticket master looked up. “Oh sorry, I didn’t realize you’re an Anubian…. Here’s your ticket. Your train is at Platform 10. It doesn’t normally stop at the Settlement, so you’ll have to wait until it finishes its normal route.”
“Fine. When does it leave?”
“One minute five seconds.”
“Thanks a lot,” said Sky sarcastically, as he ran to catch the train.
Once on board, he moved to back car. There he sat down in the back row. He then took out his cell phone.
“Hello,” said Topuroc over the phone.
“Hello, Senator,” said Sky.
“Sky, where the hell are you?” muttered Topuroc, as though he did not want to be overheard on his end.
“On my way to the Anubian Settle.”
“What? You do realize that the Council expects to be here when they respond to your proposal?”
“Why? It is exactly what they wanted, an annulment. Besides, I know who killed Jake.”
“Who?”
“My father.”
“Are you sure?”
“He sent me a letter implying so.”
“That is your evidence! He could be saying he is the murderer just to bring you to him.”
“He did.”
“And you are willingly going to him? Do you remember what happened to you?”
The connection broke as the train moved out of cell tower range.
“Yes, I do,” said Sky quietly to himself, as put his phone away. ‘It began with mother death’
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sky was seven. He was walking home from school with mother, Esemjae (Es-em-jay or S-M-J). It had been a good day for Sky. He had not been attacked since his parents transferred to an Anubian-only school, well away from Dragon-Anubian border, though they still lived within a few miles of it. Also, his parents had decided that his gold coloring should be hidden, so they covered his gold fur with washable red paint—red because Sky’s father had want a son with his own coloring—though they could disguise his irises. It was a somewhat chilly afternoon (for Egypt). Sky was busy reciting all that he had learned that day, as he and his mother turned into a small deserted alleyway. When suddenly there was a roar of laughter, as a tall muscular male dragon dropped from the root of an overhead buildings right in front of Sky.
The dragon bore a long scar on his face that crossed between his eyes. He carried an assortment of blades on his belt and chest strap. On his back, he carried an old Huntsclan staff. “Well, Well, Well, what do we have here? Two dogs all alone,” he said, unsheathing a long narrow curved blade from his belt.
“You’re the dragon bounty hunter,” said Esemjae, grabbing Sky’s shoulder and walking quickly away from the dragon. When turned around she found the dragon standing in front of her and her son.
“And your son is the second gold Anubian,” said the dragon.
“Leave him alone,” said Esemjae, pulling Sky even closer to her and backing away, “He is just a boy.”
“With a large price on his head,” said the dragon, malevolently, walking towards Sky and his mother, “Step aside and I will spare your life.”
“Never. I know you think Anubians are animals. But no Anubian would give up their child so that he can be murder,” said Esemjae, still backing away.
“Shut up, dog. I wasn’t going to spare you anyways. Anubian pelts are worth a great deal on the black market,” said the dragon, advancing nearer, to Sky and Esemjae, “Grab her!”
Out of the shadows came two sets of arms that grabbed Esemjae and pulled her away from Sky.
“Run, Sky,” she shouted, as she struggled with her capturers.
Sky remained where he was, frozen in terror.
“Quiet, bitch,” shouted the dragon. Then approaching Sky, he knelt before Sky, so the he and Sky were could see into each other’s eyes. He touched Sky’s chin, saying softly, “Well, Sky is it. What did you do to deserve such a high price on your head? What can you have done? Certainly, nothing to deserve death. I could understand having you as a pet or something, maybe even someone’s bitch. But death, only for your pelt. Gold fur is rare…but then, why not keep you alive to provide a replenishing supply. But, hey, I’m not being paid to question my employer. I will give one minute to prepare for death. I’d suggest you start praying for forgiveness for whatever you did to whatever god you believe in. Then I’ll do it. I’ll make sure you don’t feel much pain…. Before you die, you have the right to know the name of your assassin’s name. It is Darcus (dar-kiss) Hunter.”
“Why?” said Sky, his voice and body shaking as he stared at Darcus.
“It’s your minute,” said Darcus, circling around Sky without looking at him. “Why what?”
“Why me?” Sky eyes moved from Darcus to his mother’s. The mask beings that restrained her also held her muzzle tightly shut. Tears could be seen falling from the cheeks to the ground.
“It’s nothing personal,” shrugged Darcus, still nothing looking at Sky, but surveying his blade. “It’s just a job. Someone wants you dead, so they hire me. Forty-five seconds remaining. You will be my first Anubian kill. It took me a while to come up with a plan to kill you. Two hearts, four lungs, two stomachs, and rumors says two dicks, Anubians are very hard to kill. Except, you, like most creatures, house all parts of your brain in one cavity, the skull. So to kill you, I am going to have to remove, destroy, or damage your brainstem or remove your head completely. Either way, you won’t feel much pain.”
“Why do you care about what I will…*gulp*…feel,” said Sky, regain some control over himself.
“I have never killed a child before.”
“Why start now? And why tell me your weakness,” said Sky, turning his glaze away from his mother’s, knowing what she trying to silently tell him.
“What can you do to me?” said Darcus, drawing up behind Sky, “Your time’s up.”
Sky felt the heat radiating from Darcus, before he felt Darcus behind him. He felt Darcus’s felt bladeless arm wrap around him, pressing him against Darcus, as Darcus brought his blade to Sky’s neck.
“See you in hell, Sky. May you and your dogged race burn forever,” said Darcus full of a sudden burst of hatred for Sky, as he prepared to strike.
Sky closed his eyes not ready for the end. He thought of his family, the void his death would bring; the love he would never find; the child he would never bear; the future that would never come. He thought of those and more, but also thought of how he might escape. He felt the handles of Darcus’ many blades against his back. The problem was how to get at one without getting his throat slit. Well, with nothing to lose and everything to gain, might as well try…. Contorting his body, Sky able slide out of Darcus’ grip, without the blade some much as grazing his skin, and was able to snatch one of Darcus’ daggers, of which he stabbed into Darcus’ right leg, causing Darcus to cry out in pain.
“Why you little bastard! Kill him!” shouted Darcus, stumbling backwards, away from Sky, as Sky ran towards his mother.
The two mask beings, releasing Esemjae, rushed forward to grab Sky, but Sky easily avoid their grasps. When he reached his mother, Esemjae pushed him in front of her, as they ran from Darcus and his masked crew.
Several blocks away, Sky and his mother, panting, stopped running, and looking around, Esemjae said, “I think we lost them Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” She knelt down in front of Sky. “That was very brave of you to stay.”
“I was just too scared to move,” said Sky, his head lowered in disgrace.
“But you kept your cool and escaped. Bravery does not mean you have no fear and do not freeze up. It means handle your fear and conquered it. But next time just run.” She then hugged her son. “I do not want to lose you.”
“I do not want to lose you, either,” said Sky, little embarrassed to be hugging his mother in public.
“Ha. Ha. Ha,” chuckled Esemjae, “My little Sky.
“Do not call me that,” said Sky, even more embarrassed, “My name is Skylar. I am not a bunch of clouds and stars.”
At this Esemjae truly laughed. “You will always be my little Sky.”
“Then there was a roar of sound, as, from out of nowhere, a blinding green light hit Esemjae. She fell from Sky’s arms, crumpling to the ground and lay motionless.
Then a voice rang out. “You should have let me kill you. But now you have to live with the guilty that you kill mother. But it won’t end here. Everyone you get close to, everyone you care for, everyone you love, I will hunt down. They will die and their deaths will be your fault.” Darcus then burst into mirthless laughter.
Sky did not move, he stood there staring at his mother’s lifeless body, tears slowly dripping from his cheeks to the ground.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Sky was still seven years old. It was two days after Sky’s mother’s burial. He was in his room, shirtless, sitting on his bed, sobbing. His father then walked in and sat down next to Sky.
Cytros was a powerfully built six-foot tall flame red Anubian. “There, there, Skylar,” said Cytros soothing, caressing Sky’s back, “It will be alright. She is in a better place. It was not your fault.”
“I ran. I let them kill her in my arms,” wept Sky into his hands, “I did nothing. I kill my own mother, Daddy.”
“No, you did not kill her,” said Cytros now stroking the back of Sky’s head and neck, “Do not blame yourself. You could not have done anything to help. You were too young.”
“But I did not even try,” said Sky, looking at his father. Before Sky could react, Cytros placed his hand on Sky’s lower jaw and kissed his son on the lips. Sky froze at this, unable to fight back. But when his father’s tongue slipped into his mouth, he pulled away and whispered, “Daddy?”
“Hush, son,” said Cytros, again slipping his tongue into Sky’s mouth. He used his free hand to gently push Sky back onto the bed. Cytros then slowly ran the same hand down Sky’s chest and, after rubbing each of Sky’s nipples hard, he brought his hand to Sky’s crotch. As Cytros gave his crotch a quick squeeze, Sky let out a small involuntary moan into his father’s kiss. With the moan, Cytros seemed to relax, as he lowered his hand from Sky’s jaw and, grasping Sky’s hand, he brought it to his own crotch.
“Daddy, please, do not,” said Sky, pulling of his had away from his father’s crotch and trying to sit up. But Cytros, with the hand that had been groping his son, forced Sky down, as he threateningly whispered, “Shut up, Skylar.” Still pinning Sky down, he used his freed hand to return Sky’s hand his crotch. “Do you need help? Shall I call Radae in to help you?”
Not look at his father’s face, Sky began groping his father. Cytros, after giving an almost grunt-like moan, forced his son into another French kiss. He then slipped his hand under Sky’s pants and briefs and began fondling his son, causing Sky, try as he might not to, to moan loudly and deeply into Cytros’ kiss.
When Sky became erect, Cytros actually broke his kiss, and sitting up, Cytros removed Sky’s clothes. “Stop, Daddy,” said Sky, also sitting up and no long groping Cytros, “I do not—I cannot—I shall not—”
Smack
Cytros punched Sky in the face, with enough force to knock Sky back onto the bed, while shouting, “Shut up, you little bastard. Have you no respect for your father or his wishes? I give you pleasure, I give you joy, and you reject me! Fine then! You can pleasure me, bitch.”
Cytros then stood up and slowly, very slowly, removed his own clothes, while Sky looked on in horror, as Cytros’ erect member was freed from its restrains. He then grabbed both of Sky’s legs and lifting them into the air, he brought Sky’s ass to the edge of the bed.
“Daddy, no. Do not. Daddy, please, stay out,” shouted Sky, as Cytros rubbed his member against Sky’s entrance. Sky then let out a scream of pain, as his father penetrated him, with no care of how much pain Sky felt. Tears began to stream from Sky’s eyes, as he tried to kick his father, but Cytros just bent forward and after grabbing Sky by his muzzle, forcing Sky to be silent, Cytros whispered softly into Sky’s ear, “Clam up and stop kicking, you ungrateful rut. You are causing this pain…not me. You rejected my love. I could have had anyone, even Radae, but I chose you. You should feel honored. But no, you cannot change. Ever since you were born, you have been a disgrace to me. First with your color—just like Radae—, then you end up being so pathetically weak, and now reject me. You are one son of a bitch. Now if you keep quiet, I will release your filthy snout.”
However, as soon as Cytros released Sky’s muzzle, Sky snarled in an almost unrecognizable icy voice, “You cannot love, you bastard. You are nothing but a cold hearted bitch of dragon, Va’locto’.” Sky then gave a silent scream as his father bit into his left shoulder, and as he felt Cytros’ canines pierce his skin, Sky passed out, unable to handle all the messages of pain being sent from his body to his brain.
When Sky regained consciousness, some unknown time later, the first sensation that came to him was pain…from both his shoulder and ass, if not his entire body. The next sensation was the feeling of his father’s member being rammed in and out of his aching rear. Then the sound of Cytros grunting and moaning. Next, come the feeling of blood trickling from his wounds. Lastly, was the not so pleasurable sensation of being jerked.
Sky let out a groan of pain, as he grabbed his throbbing shoulder and slowly opened his eyes. As the scene before him came into focus, Sky found his father leaning over him, jerking him off.
“Welcome back, son,” said Cytros, almost cheerfully, “I will be just a few more minutes. Hopefully you will be too.” He added after giving Sky’s forehead a swift kiss.
Sky said nothing, he made no groaning of pain, no grunt of pleasure; he just let his father have his way with him, as he stared at the wall to his right, through watering eyes. Some minutes later, as Sky broke his silence with a gasp-like moan, he came, spilling onto his own chest and stomach.
A short time later, Cytros, plunging himself deep into Sky, came, shooting several loads deep into his son, as he let out a howl-like moan. Pulling out of Sky, causing Sky to grunt with pain, Cytros, after giving Sky’s forehead another brisk kiss, whispered seductively into Sky’s ear, “Good, Skylar. You were very good. Nice and tight. Despite your many flaws, you are a great ride. I love you, Skylar. But let us keep this between us. Radae need never know.” As Cytros stepped back and surveyed his son, he noticed the liquid on Sky’s stomach. “What the hell?” His tone went from seductive to enraged in less than a heartbeat, as he scooped Sky’s cum into his hand and flung at Sky’s face. “Gold! Everything with you is gold! What makes you so damn special? So there is a prophecy about you. You were not even a virgin.”—silence tears began to slowly fall from Sky’s eye—“You are weak and pathetic. Your tail is a centimeter too long. Your snout is too short. Then there are your eyes, gold as rest of you. You were to be red, as I am. You were to make me proud by being my true heir. But you and Radae are both disgraces. I do not know why Esemjae gave her life to save yours. She is dead and I am left with you and Radae. If I were not for me, you would end up with a dragon.”
Just then the door of Sky’s room slammed open, and as Cytros wheeled around, he found Sky’s fourteen-year-old brother standing there, saying, “Sky, I heard shouting are you al—What the hell?” He stared in disbelieve, as the scene before him slowly registered with his mind, until he croaked out, “Sky, what happened?”
Sky glanced up at his father and then at Radae, but said nothing.
“Hello, Radae,” said Cytros, with the air of someone doing some very quick thinking, “I see the sedative wore off. You do know you should knock before entering a room.”
“I should have walked in sooner, if what I think happened, happened,” snarled Radae at Cytros, regaining some of his composure.
“Your brother and I were just enjoying each other’s company,” Cytros drawing closer to Radae, “Were we not, Skylar?”
Again, Sky said nothing. He just stared at Radae, as though pleading for salvation.
“In the nude?” said Radae, “You son of a bitch—”
“You watch your language. I am your father. I expect to be treated as such.”
“I cannot believe you,” said Radae through a hushed snarl, “I knew you were insane, but to rape your own son, my own brother, I would never have thought it possible.”
“I did not rape him. He came onto me. He wanted me. He was aroused by me. He loves me.”
“Only in your sick mind, bastard,” said Radae, trying not to let Sky hear him.
But Sky did hear him and though he showed no sigh of it, he was stunned that Radae was fight with their father, let alone for him. He had, up until then, never gotten along with his brother. Radae had always been resentful towards Sky. Sky never knew why—he would never know why. At the time Sky had assume it was because as the oldest, Radae did not get as much attention as he did, and that he was gold, while Radae was just royal blue. Sky never saw Radae as a fighter. Radae had always seemed timid. He was slightly muscular, due to the amount of sport activities that Cytros made him endure during school. Still, Cytros was massive compared to Radae, and if he wanted to Cytros could have easily snapped Radae in two.
“If you do not believe me, then take your brother for a ride,” shouted Cytros, bring Sky back to reality, “He would enjoy it.”
Sky stared in horror at his father and brother, as Radae stared at their father, as though he could not believe that their father could suggest such a thing.
It took a moment for Radae to recover, but when he did, he shouted, “You can go to Hell,” as he swung his fist at his father.
Unfortunately for Radae, Cytros was too quick for him and grabbing Radae by his fist, Cytros lifted Radae up and threw his against Sky’s bed, so that he land on top of Sky, causing Sky to grunt with pain and fear.
“Do not worry, Sky. I would never do something like that to you,” Radae whispered gently into Sky’s ear. Radae then stood and rushed his father.
Again, Cytros was faster, and he throw Radae against a wall, but this time he brought his hand to Radae’s throat, and grasping Radae’s neck, he lifted Radae off the ground, pinning Radae, shrugging for breathe, against the wall. “You have to make things difficult. If you had not come in, I would have left,” snarled Cytros, as Radae fought his hold, “Why now do you care for your brother? You two hated each other.”
“I never,” gasped Radae, trying to relieve some pressure on his neck, “hated Sky—”
“His name is Skylar,” said Cytros, increasing his force on his son’s neck.
“It was just brotherly rivalry. He is my brother. I cannot hate him. I love him, as a brother and as a friend, as I should.”
“You hid it, very well,” said a small voice. Both Cytros and Radae looked around and found Sky sitting up on his bed, clutching his left shoulder, where blood was still oozing. He stared up at Radae with a pained looked in his eyes. “Please, my father, release my bother.” The calmness in Sky’s voice was almost eerie and so shocking that Cytros released Radae, letting him fall the two feet to the floor. “Thank you, my father.”
“What is with the ‘my father’ business,” said Cytros, a little unsettled by Sky’s abrupt mental recovery.
“I do not know what you are talking about, my father,” said Sky, still oddly calm.
“Sky,” said Radae, moving nearer to Sky, away from Cytros, “What did he do to you? Because if I am right, I pray I am not, we can have him arrested.”
“If I am arrested, where will you live? Children cannot live alone by Anubian law,” said Cytros in a threatening hush.
“Anywhere is better than here with you,” said Radae, now standing next to Sky.
“We have no family left. I am all you two have,” said Cytros.
“There is the orphanage. It would just be four years before we could leave,” said Radae, only half-heartedly.
“Four years for you, but not Skylar. You would have to adopt him,” said Cytros, as though he was bored of the conversation, “They would not allow it…and do you want your brother to be your son?”
“If need be, yes, I would take your place.”
“You would?” said Sky, “Why did you not show this side of yourself before?”
“Because, Sky, it was not cool,” said Radae mournfully, “…Stupid reason is it not.”
“And you would be his protector,” snapped Cytros, “He would die in an hour at an orphanage. You might last a day before the dragons skinned you. So you both will keep quiet about this.” He then left the room.
Radae made to go after Cytros, but Sky grabbed Radae’s arm, with his blood-covered right hand. Radae nearly recoiled from the touch of blood against his fur, but he did not pull away from Sky.
“Do not. Your actions will do nothing, but make things worst,” said Sky sadly.
“It will not stop here,” said Radae, not looking Sky, “We must make a stand. Otherwise, he will think we want him.”
“We?” said Sky, returning his hand to his wounded shoulder.
“Four years ago. My first and only time. With him.” Radae turned and looked at Sky. “It was my fault. I was not ready for a girlfriend. It was my first attraction. I could not handle the breakup.”
“Did you want him?”
“No. But I did not think it would happen again. He apologized. He said he was sorry. That it was an accident and not to tell Mom.”
“Did you tell Mom?”
Radae he looked into Sky’s eyes. “No. I did not want anyone to know about it. I did not want people to think I was gay.”
“Why did your sexuality matter?”
“You are too young to understand; you can be killed for being gay.”
“But there are no homosexual Anubians.”
“They do not want to shame their families. So they keep it secret and marry without love.”
“Shame? I do not understand, how can homosexually bring shame.”
“You will understand one day…the culture we live in. One where being raped is something to be expected. One that fears a couple of flying dinosaurs. That is unwilling to evolve. You will see. It is apparent in the school system.”
At this there was a bark of cruel laughter from the door, causing both Radae and Sky to jump. “You really think I would let him leave.” Cytros entered the room carry a basin of water and a rag, as Radae steeped in front of Sky.
“What?” said Sky weakly, “I cannot—you are taking away my—you cannot make me stay.”
“Radae,” said Cytros, ignoring Sky’s words, “clean your brother up, and help him move his things into my room. He will not need this room anymore.”
“What?!” shouted both Radae and Sky.
“No,” gasped Sky, “That is—that is—you want me to take Mom’s place?”
Some hours later, Sky lay nude in his father’s bed, awake, clean of blood and cum. Tears trickling down from his eyes, as he felt every breathe from his father against his ears. He felt Cytros’ arm holding him to his father’s chest. He could still feel the pain his father had unleash upon his body. He was alone. His father had locked Radae in his room, so Radae would not interfere come morning. Sky feared sunrise as much as he hated being alone with his rapist. For that was what Cytros had become. Sky did not understand how or why. All he knew was that he was no along his father’s son. He was his father’s bitch.
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“Sky, get down from there,” shouted Radae.
Sky was ten years old. Radae was seventeen, two days away from being eighteen. They were on the roof of the tallest building in the area. They had run away from Cytros for the day. They would return later, as they always did. It was, as Radae put it, a vacation from their father, one that latest less than a day. They did this every so often. It was the only time, when they could spend time together, without Cytros dominating either of them. It was the only time Sky felt a trace of happiness. They both knew Cytros would be furious when they returned, that both would have a horrible evening, with Cytros beating, if not penetrating Radae and riding Sky especially harder than normal. But this was their relief…except now.
Sky stood on the retaining wall at edge of the building. No one below noticed him. He stood with the ground, several meters below, to his back; he did not want to see ground as he fell. He stared into Radae’s eye, with tears forming at edge of his own eyes. Radae was slowly moving towards him, trying to coax him from the wall to the relative safety of the rooftop.
“I cannot take this any longer, Radae,” he sobbed. “I cannot continue being his bitch. I cannot stand sharing his bed, anymore.”
“Two more days. In two days, I turn eighteen. We can leave him forever. Just wait two days,” said Radae, failing to sound calm.
“Radae, I have done nothing to stop him. I have only encouraged him. Your were right, by doing nothing, he thinks I like being with him. He thinks I love him…sexually. This will show him he is wrong.”
“You killing yourself will do nothing,” said Radae, trying to reason with Sky. “He does not care. If not you, then someone else. Do you really want that? I know it hurts. I would rather it was me and not you, but we cannot let him harm anyone else. When we leave, we can tell the Anubian enforcers. Then he will go to prison…forever. So just wait a little longer.”
There was then a sudden gust of wind that pushed forward, causing him to careen on top of his brother. Their lips met. Sky froze.
Radae shoved Sky off him. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you okay?” he said to Sky.
“Yes,” said Sky, standing up and walking towards the retaining wall. He sat down with his back against it, head resting on his hands, not look at Radae.
“Good,” said Radae, moving next to Sky. “I would hate to think I am not a good cushion.” He glanced at Sky to see his reaction. “Come on, it was a little funny.”
Sky made no attempt to speak.
“Okay, it was not that funny. Sky, look at me, please.” When Sky did not move, Radae gently, using only two fingers, grabbed Sky’s jaw and forced Sky to look him straight in the eye. “If you ever try that again I will kill you myself. Your life is too valuable throw away like that. Give me your oath that you will never try to commit suicide ever again.”
Sky thought for a moment before saying, “Radae, please do not touch my jaw.”
Radae quickly removed his hand from Sky’s jaw. “I am sorry. I forgot that is where he grabs you to silence you.”
“I am sorry,” said Sky.
“For what?”
“For everything I put you through,” said Sky. “For holding you back. For asking you to educate me. For being so weak. For kissing you.”
“Wait a moment. One thing at a time,” said Radae. He looked away from Sky for a moment, searching for wisdom. “Sky,”—he could not bring himself to look into Sky’s eyes, but he turned nonetheless—“I do not blame you for anything. I am proud to be your brother.”
“How can you say that?” Sky stood up and walked away from Radae. “I am a pathetic excuse for an Anubian. I am so weak that I am raped by my own father.” Sky eyes watered. “I cannot defend myself. I am nothing—”
“Stop! Just Stop!” shouted Radae, standing up and grabbing Sky by the arm. “You are not weak. You have been violated in the worst possible way and you have made it this far. You are not weak. Do not listen to what our father says. He is a bastard—”
“And I am his bitch!” shouted Sky.
“Only if you give up…. Sky, why do you listen to him? Why care what he thinks?”
Sky took a deep breathe. “I miss Mom. She died in front of me, in my arms. When I returned home, I broke down. He hugged me and just let me cry on his shoulder. When I told him, he just hugged tighter. He did not try to kiss. He did not try to harm me. He was there for me as a father. Biologically, half of me is him. He is my father. I respect him, as respect you. No matter what he does to me, I will always treat and respect as my father. I love him as I love you. I love him as I love you.”
Radae was speechless. He released Sky’s arm. “After all you have been through,” said Radae softly, “you can still say you love him. You are strong than I am. I hate him for everything he has done to you…and me. I do not love him anymore, nor do I see him as my father anymore.”
“I cannot give up on the family I have. He is right we have no one else. No grandparents. No aunts and no uncles. We lost Mom already. I do not want to be alone in life. You and our father are all I have. It is not strength; it is fear. I do not want to lose you.” Sky walked away from Radae and leaned against the retaining wall, looking out on the world. Radae moved beside him.
“She will always be with us. As part of us is him, the rest is her. I do not fear death. You should not fear it, either. Death is just a state, as temporary as life.”
Sky rolled his eyes. “Radae, I know the Anubian theory of dead, but there are so many others that I cannot risk chances in life.” He paused for a moment. “Radae, there is something I want to talk to you about, before we go back to the house.”
“What?” said Radae.
“I do not want our father to know.”
“Like I talk to him when he is beating me…or I am trying to hit him.”
“This stays between us.”
“Yes. Will you get on with it!” said Radae, annoyed at Sky’s stalling.
“I say this now, because we are out of the house and I do not know when we will break out again.”
“Sky,” said Radae aggravated.
“Um. I been having dreams for the past months, in which I”—he was blushing so much, so as his fur seemed to have a tint of red—“um I um—”
“You what?” said Radae confused.
“Um you know, I been having…um…”
Radae was bewildered. He turned towards Sky, who had already turned towards him and was trying to, through a series of complex gestures; tell him what he could not say. “Just spit it out.”
“I have been having dreams in which I…”
It finally clicked in Radae’s mind. “You have wet dreams?”
“Yes.”
“I wish we had a sane father now, so he could do this…. So I have had wet dreams, every maturing Anubian does, hell every maturing being does,”
“I am ten years old. I am too young to be having such dreams.”
“You are sexually active.”
“I am not.”
“It may be rape, but it is sex.”
“I sleep in the same bed with him. He presses my body up against his. How can I have dreams lie that. I do not love like him. Honestly, I do not.” Sky started weeping. He shook violently.
Radae caught Sky, before he fell and held him close.
“I am not attracted to him. I cannot be,” sobbed Sky.
“You cannot control it. It does not mean you are attracted to him. Dreams are ways of escaping reality.”
“I am afraid of some of them. Some involve other males.”
“You are involved in a homosexual relationship.”
“I am not gay. Our father is not gay.”
“But the relationship is between two beings of the same gender. I was twelve when I first went out and I had no understanding of my sexuality. You are ten. How do you know you are not homosexual?”
“I cannot be. That would validate our father’s action in his mind.”
“How so?”
“He would think I enjoy being penetrated. And I do not want to bring shame our family.”
“I do not care if you are homosexual or heterosexual. I would not care if you were a hermaphrodite. I will never be ashamed of you. I am ashamed of our father, but never you. Do not worry about embarrassing our family. In two days, it will not matter. You could marry a dragon and I would not care.”
“Like I would marry one of those backstabbing murdering bitch-loving scum-sucking dragon-fucking asses.”
“Watch your mouth,” said Radae mocking sternness.
“Radae, there is one last thing. It is going to make you very uncomfortable being around me, though.”
“I doubt it.”
“I am uncomfortable with it…. Some of my dreams…involve you.” Sky stopped sobbing, pulled away from Radae and leaned once more on the wall.
“Are you sure?” said Radae, leaning next Sky on the wall.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you sure it is me, not someone else? Have you seen his coloration?”
“No, but it is you.”
“What am I doing?”
“Cleaning my wounds from one of our father’s assaults. After you clean the blood caked around my entrance, you begin licking it and penetrating it with your tongue. I say no; you continued. I beg you not to; you begin fondling me and licking my…. You begin sucking; I moan. I cum, you crawled onto my body. You kiss me; I kiss back. You penetrate me; I whimper. You pound in and out of me; I cry. You cum; I wake up, crying, next to our father, I have already cum during the dream…the nightmare.”
“Do you want me to kiss you, to make love to you?” said Radae quietly.
“Never.”
“Do you want me to tell you what I think your dream means?” asked Radae.
“Yes.”
“It is a manifestation of your fears. You fear me violating you, because of what he said two days after Mom died.”
“Then why do I organism?” said Sky.
“Because you are, as your future wife will quote repeatedly, a member of the male species.”
Sky looked at Radae. Radae looked back at him. Radae smiled. They burst out into laughter. It was a pleasant moment that lasted a mere micron of what it need to.
When the laughter died off, Radae let out a heavy sigh. “We have to go back,” he said.
“So soon?” asked Sky.
“We cannot get caught out after dusk. Let us go.”
Together Sky and Radae slowly made their way to the ground, climbing sides of buildings and jumping to others. When they got to the ground, unfortunately, they ran into three dragons: one with red hind-scales and yellow front-scales and green ridges along his spine, one of varying shades of brown, and the final with hind-scales of the deepest blue and front-scales of bright red.
“Well. Well. Well, this is a surprise,” said the red and yellow dragon, who could have passed for Jakes identical twin. “Have we met?” He spoke to Sky, but he looked at Radae, as though trying to decide how much of a challenge Radae would be. “I remember,” he said mockingly, turning to Sky and gesturing for his fellow to enclose Radae, “I screwed you…awhile back…. Now that I think about…that was five years ago.” He smiled at Radae and walked over to him. “You must be his father.”
“I am his brother,” said Radae powerfully. “Learn something about Anubians before you rape them.”
“I bet you wanna kick my ass for doing your brother. But don’t worry…I don’t reuse bitches. Besides, I’ve class=SpellE>gotta job now and my employer is in need of workers. I think a couple of dogs will do.”
“Slavery is illegal here,” said Radae.
“Meaning what? Do ya think anyone cares about a couple of lost bitches. You can either come as workers or as pelts. Frankly, I don’t care which. I make my money no matter what.”
“Bite me,” said Radae. He then rushed forward and knocking the dragon down, he ran down a nearby alley, with Sky at his heels.
After several turns, Radae stopped beside a couple of abandon buildings. “Sky,” he said, after catching his breathe, “they are still behind us and they are starting to catch up, fast. I want you to hide here from them. I will lead them away—”
“No,” interrupted Sky. “I do not care. I am staying by your side.”
Radae kicked in the door of the building. “It is my responsible to protect you.” He forced Sky into the building. “Now stay in here and keep out of sight.”
“No.”
“As your brother asking this of you. Give me your oath that you will stay in here no matter what you hear, until it is safe.”
“Radae, do not make me swear to that.”
“Your oath.”
“I swear to obey your wishes.’ Said Sky, mournfully.
“Thank you,” said Radae and he ran off, as Sky sat down in a lone corner.
A few minutes, Sky heard Radae scream out in pain. He wanted to run and find his brother, to help his brother, but he gave his oath, and an Anubian oath is binding, impossible to break. So, he just sat there, silently weeping.
When he knew it was clear, he began searching for his brother. A block away, he found a small pool of dried blood. He knew it was class=GramE>Radae’s. He knew what had happened. He knew Radae was dead. He began to cry.
“You could not have left his body, you bastards,” he shouted. They quietly, “He deserves a proper burial. He can his soul be freed. Radae, I am sorry. I will do everything I can to give you a peaceful afterlife.”
Sky stayed there until sunset, at which time he return home. Knocking on the door, he wished it would not open. He did not want to face his father, but open it did.
When Cytros realized who was at the door, he shouted, “Where the hell have you been? Get in here.” He grabbed Sky’s arm and forced Sky inside. He then threw Sky against the wall. “Now where is your brother?”
“He is dead,” muttered Sky, inching away from Cytros.
“What did you say?” shouted Cytros, grabbing hold of Sky’s shirt and lifting him into the air.
“He is dead,” Sky blurted out, his eyes beginning to water.
“How?” asked Cytros, rage flaring in his eyes.
“The dragons,” said Sky.
“That is another Anubian killed by the dragons because of you,” shouted Cytros, throwing Sky to the floor. He then kicked Sky in the stomach. “You murderer. First my wife. Then my son. Who is next? Me? You are never leaving this house again.”
“No! Please!” exclaimed Sky, still on the floor. “You did not let me go to Mom’s. I need to go. It is my fault his body is lost. I need to give him peace.”
“No,” said Cytros, throwing Sky off him and onto the floor.
Sky stood up. “I will do anything. I will”—Sky gulped in fear of what he was about to say—“consent for one night…to sleeping with you, willing.” Sky saw his father’s ear perk up. He smelled the scent that fill his nightmares, the scent his father’s arousal.
“Deal,” said Cytros, moving in front of Sky and stick out of his hand. They shook hands.
“But not tonight, I want to be alone.”
“Oh but tonight it will be.”
“Can you not let me grieve in peace?”
“His funeral will be in two days as custom, I want you first. Besides, did you think you would stop sharing my bed?”
Sky lowered his head in shame. He had come to the point of no return. He had sold himself to his father. “The road to Hell is paved with good intensions,” he said under his breathe. He felt his father pull him close. He felt his father’s breathe against his forehead. His stomach clutched, as Cytros guided him into a French kiss. He kissed back with false passion, but he knew his father would believe it to be true. In the future, he wished he could back to that day and change it or at least forget it, but it would haunt forever.
That night, after Cytros had fallen asleep Sky, who could not sleep, sat up. He was thankfully his had not cuddled him as he normally did. He felt sick to stomach. He quietly stood up and left his father’s room. He then quickly headed to the bathroom. There he knelt before the toilet and regurgitated what felt like everything he had ingested for the past month. Afterwards, he took a long shower, washing away anything of Cytros’ that remained on his body. He then crept slowly into the only room in the house Cytros had not violated him in, Radae’s. Radae’s scent covered everything. It made Sky weep for his brother. He knew of the beatings Radae had endured in this room. He knew Radae had been raped in this room. But this was also the room where Radae had taught him everything from how to read to first-year algebra. This was the room to where he fled whenever Cytros became exceptionally violent. Sky wished he could have stood up to Cytros, instead of having Radae protect him. He crawled in between Radae’s sheets and laid his head on Radae’s pillow. “What am I going to do without you?” he muttered to the heavens. He fell asleep several hours later.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The room was pitch-black. Sky, hands and feet bound, hung from the back wall of the small closet of a room, facing the unseen door. His body ached. He felt so weak. His stomach growled with hunger. He had not eaten for two months. He was barely surviving, being kept alive by supplements. He was gagged by ball that had been forced into his mouth and a strip of cloth tied around his muzzle, so tight, he thought his jaw was reforming. His lips and tongue was dry. He was passing in and out of consciousness. He did not know how long he had been hanging. It felt like centuries had passed since his father had left for his part-time psychiatric practice.
Sky was twelve years old. He had grown over a foot over the past two years.
Ever since that night after Radae’s funeral, Cytros had never let Sky out of his sight, without tying Sky up. Every night for the past two months, though it started long before that, when Cytros arrived home, he would unbind Sky. Let Sky take a sip of water. Then he would take Sky into kitchen, where he, using Sky’s hunger as an ally, would tempt Sky with food into relinquishing his mind.
Tonight would be no different. Cytros entered the closet that held Sky. Sky looked up at his father. He tried to look defiant, but he lacked the energy to hold the expression. He could barely see Cytros through the blinding light that poured into the closet.
Cytros, moving forward, slowly, removed Sky’s gag. “Skylar, I am getting tired of this. Please, do not make me do this to you,” he pleaded, stroking Sky’s chin, “You could end this with mere sentence. I hate to have to hurt you. I love you.” He then brought his lips to Sky’s and slipped his tongue into Sky’s mouth.
He pulled away and lowering his head slightly, he said, “You once enjoyed that. Those feelings you shared with me…that night…two years ago, I long for that relationship with you. You are all that I have. I want you to feel what I feel. Forget about this Jake that you mutter about in your sleep. Let me be your soul mate. I do not care if you are gay. Just say the word and you will end this.”
Cytros stood waiting, as Sky struggle to speak, but was unable to articulate any sound, except a small dry gasp.
Cytros then brought a small dish of water to Sky’s lips. “Drink up, Skylar. It is pure.”
Sly slowly slipped his tongue into the cool, crisp, refreshing liquid. He held his tongue there for several moments, allowing it to become moist once more. He then gulped down half the water in the dish before his father pulled it away.
“That is enough, for now.” Cytros detached Sky from his hook, causing Sky to collapse to the ground. He then picked Sky up and carried him into the kitchen. He sat the still bound Sky in a chair at the kitchen table, and sat across from his son. Then, taking an apple out of the fruit basket in the center of the table and taking a bite, Cytros said, “Are you hungry, Skylar?” When Sky said nothing, Cytros took another bite. “I give you this one chance, tell about us.”
As his stomach growling loudly, Sky said hoarsely, “You have been raping me for the past five years. My mother and brother are dead. And you are a Va’locto’.”
“Hmp. How many times do I have to tell you…? You have no brother. Your mother, my wife left us. And we are in love.”
“I will not break, bastard,” said Sky, “Or should I say, faggot.”
At this, Cytros overturned the table and lunged for Sky. Grabbing Sky the neck, and lifting Sky from the chair, Cytros snarled, “You should talk. You are the one who calls out for someone…a male, called Jake to come and rescue you from me, practically every night. You are the only faggot here.”
“What evidence do you have? I have never met this Jake. She could be female. And if, as you say, we were in love…that would make you gay.”
“Shut up,” shouted Cytros.
“You are the one who wants me to say we are lovers.”
“I said shut up, rut,” barked Cytros, throwing Sky to the floor, “I could kill you—”
“Get it over with,” shouted Sky weakly. “I will not break. You can starve me, beat me, molest me; I will always be stronger than you.”
“You are weak. You will willingly give your body, mind, and soul to me.”
“Never!”
Two weeks later, Sky broke.
A year later, Sky became his father’s willing partner, with all of his memories of Radae, Esemjae, his rapes, his childhood, suppressed by his father.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Five years later, Sky lay outstretched in bed, asleep, nude, and alone. He had grown a fair amount over the years. He was now a half-foot taller than his father and nearly full-grown. He was about to enter K’di Háhroska Mo’k (Ka-dee h-are-row-sh-ca ma-oc-ca), the point in a young Anubian’s life when they exit their eleven-or-so-year puberty and enter into adulthood, when their aging process severely slows down. The sorrow that had enveloped his childhood was forgotten.
So when he felt a hand stroke his cheek, he simply muttered, “Give me five more minutes,” as he rolled onto his side, away from the hand.
“You said that over an hour,” said Cytros softly, “It is time to get up and enjoy your birthday.”
Sky groaning, sat up. “What is so important about turning eighteen?” he said, flattening his fur with his hand.
Cytros leaning over Sky and touching Sky’s chin, said “Ass muscles finally being able to stretch.”
“I do not care about the pain,” said Sky.
“I do not want to hurt you anymore.”
“They will not stretch until I mature.”
“But soon you shall be. Anyways you are now a legal adult…that, at least, is something.”
“I prefer your first reason,” said Sky seductively, pulling his father close. They then kissed, passionately, without care of how incestuous their relationship was.
When they broke apart, Sky said, “Let us wait until to tonight before things get too serious. That is unless you need a break from our ‘exercises.’”
“If I did not know any better, I would think you are trying to seduce me.”
“Maybe…. So what is for breakfast?”
“Whatever you want, I am cooking.”
“Roast beef, with a side of potatoes and fruit,” said Sky jokingly, as he stood up.
“Since when can we afford roast beef? What do you want of the little we have?”
“I do not care. Make what you want. I am going to get dressed.”
Sometime later, Sky entered the kitchen and sniffing the air, he said, “Pancakes? Why I am the only good chef of this family?”
“I am cooking,” said Cytros jocularly exasperated.
“Pancakes are how easy to make?” said Sky, wrapping his arms around Cytros and leaning his head on Cytros’ shoulder.
“Never satisfied, are you?” said Cytros, continuing his work despite having Sky wrapped around him. “For once you do not have to cook and yet, you still complain. If I were you, I would be appreciative of what I have.”
“And what do I have?”
“A lover. A home. Food. Some money.”
“What good is a lover, who spends more time at work than with his son, Dad?”
“I would love to be here more, Skylar, but you know I cannot. I make barely enough for us to survive.”
“Let me get a job. There has to be one out there for a young Anubian willing to work hard.”
“It would be too dangerous. If the dragons saw you—…I cannot let…” Cytros’ voice tailed off.
“I still cannot understand why the dragons would care I about me. I am just another Anubian to them.”
“Which is bad enough in their eyes. It is not working that is the problem,” said Cytros, taking Sky’s hand, “It is the fact that you are gold, prophesized to unite the dragons and the Anubians.”
“We both know that that is bullshit,” said Sky softly, “The dragons do not even know about the prophecies.”
“Let us not talk about this anymore,” said Cytros, picking up a plate stacked with pancakes, and pulling out of Sky’s embrace, “It is time to eat. After this I have a surprise for you.”
“What?” said Sky, sitting down at the table, as Cytros set the plate in the middle and sat across from him.
“Later. Eat,” said Cytros, gesturing for Sky to start.
An hour later, Cytros and Sky lay on the couch in the living room, with Sky’s head in Cytros’ lap, feet hanging off the edge of the couch, and Cytros massaged the backs of Sky’s ears.
“Oooh,” moaned Sky, eyes closed.
“Enjoying yourself?” said Cytros.
“Mmm. Very much,” said Sky, “We hardly ever have enough time for this.”
“Another reason to be glad it is your birthday—I never work on your day.”
“Sooo, what is this surprise you have planned?”
“A job interview.”
Sky’s eye shot open, as he sat up and turned to his father. “Really?”
“Really. I think you are old enough to take care of yourself. Happy birthday, son.”
“Thank you,” said Sky, and he gave his father a swift kiss on the lips. “When, where, and for what job?”
“It is an interview with one of those new job placement programs. Here at the house. Whenever he gets here,” said Cytros, smiling at his son’s enthusiasm. “So go and put on your dress clothes. He should be here soon. And do not tuck your tail into pants. You are an Anubian. Be proud of your tail. It is not a torture device.”
A half-hour later, Sky wearing an almost business suit, including a tie, was pacing the floor of the living room.
“Settle down, Skylar. You are wearing a hole in the floor,” said Cytros, watching Sky pacing back and forth in front of him.
“I cannot. I am too damn nervous,” said Sky, without stopping.
Without warning Cytros grabbed Sky by the tail and forced Sky to a halt.
“That hurt!” screamed Sky, wrenching his tail out of Cytros’ hand. “That is exactly why I do not like having my tail hanging out. It is less painful to sit on it than to having someone rip it off.”
“At least you stopped pacing,” said Cytros. “Just sit down.”
“Fine!” said Sky fiercely, as he sat down on the opposite side of the couch, looking rather enraged.
“Look, Skylar,” said Cytros soothingly, moving next to Sky and placing his hand on Sky’s cheek. “I am sorry I yanked your tail. But you need to relax.”
“How can I? This is my first interview. I have never gone to junior high, let alone high school. I am uneducated. I have nothing to offer an employer and yet, thanks to you, I have a chance, a chance to survive on my own.”
Cytros stiffened. “Why would you need to survive alone? You are not planning on leaving me?”
“I would never leave you.” He briskly kissed Cytros. “I love you. You are my soul mate.” Sky then tried to French kiss his father, but Cytros pulled away.
“You always have to make me feel guilty about what I did, do you not? You do not love me and I am not your soul mate, but I do not care. I love you. You are so beautiful”—Sky, through a look of utter confusion, blushed deeply beneath his fur at this—“So handsome. I want to be near you, with you always. I have lost everyone else. Only you remain…my love. My feelings for you are true. You are my true soul mate.”
“What are you talking about,” said Sky deeply bewildered and deeply embarrassed.
“Nothing, son. Nothing,” said Cytros softly, leaning towards Sky, and French kissing him.
A few minutes later, there was a loud knock on the front door and Sky and Cytros quickly parted, both looking regretful about the end.
“That would be him,” said Cytros. “Go and let him.”
Sky went to door and opened it.
Before Sky was a large male griffin standing impatiently to be let in. He looked as thought he could easily pick up a building and crush it within his grip. His expression was unreadable. His eyes were dark, lifeless, marbles on either side of his razor-sharp beak. His plumage was ruffled, as though he had recently been in brawl. He held out his four-taloned (including the thumb) hand, as he notice Sky and said, in a deep, savage voice, “Hello there. You must be Cytros’ son, Skylar.”
“Yes?” said Sky, not a taking the griffin’s hand, a little put off being treated as a child, “Who are you?”
“Children should be a bit more polite to their elders,” said the griffin sternly, “Are you going to let me in or not?”
Sky was tempted to slam the door in the griffin’s face, but Cytros came over and put his arm around Sky’s waist. “Come inside,” said Cytros, frowning at sight of the griffin.
As the griffin pushed past Sky, Sky whispered to his father, “Who is this? He does not fit my idea of the interviewer, and I do not trust him.”
“He is not the interviewer,” said Cytros shutting the front door and guiding Sky to the entrance of the hall, as the griffin sat down on the couch. “Go to your room while he and I talk.”
Sky tried to bicker but Cytros gently shoved Sky forward and he slowly walk to the door of his room, making sure he could hear every word said within the living room.
“He’s cute,” said the griffin.
‘Was the griffin talking about him?’ wondered Sky, as he reached his room. He then opened the door and closed it again without entering. He then crept back to the entrance of the hall, and stood out of sight, listening.
“What are you doing here?” said Cytros.
“You canceled our session for today in honor of your son,” said the griffin. “I thought I would come and pay my respects to him.”
“I will not let you touch him,” said Cytros.
“What? You can’t share your bitch?” said the griffin. There was a pause. Then the griffin said softly, “Yes, I figured that out, too. Quite a secret you hide, doctor. Quite a secret…. And because of it, I have even more power over you and through you, your exquisite son. You may not be a sight, doctor, but…hmm…he is. Isn’t it funny? The patient becomes his doctor’s master.”
“You controlling bastard,” said Cytros through gritted teeth. “You leave him alone. I will not let you touch him.”
“You agreed to the deal. I kept quiet about your financial affairs and, in furtherance of our deal, I’ll keep quiet about your relationship with your son. But now I want my comeuppances. You’ve given good reports to the courts, but now I want the second part of our agreement. You or your son, but I have tired of you and it’s his turn.”
“No,” said Cytros. “Tell anyone you want. I love him too much to let you have him.”
“You don’t have a choice,” said the griffin, softly.
As Sky peered into the living room, he felt his heart sink, his father, his love sat on the couch being kissed the griffin. Sky mind went blank as he stormed into his room, though making sure not to be heard. He forgot all he had overheard, as he as stared around his room. He could not remember when he had ever been inside it. It was small and crammed. Just being in it, made Sky uneasy, as though something terrible had happened within its walls. He felt a wave of an unrecognizable emotion rush through him. He wanted to leave this room, to go to his father. Then he could return to bed and wake find that this day has yet come. He knew he was not dreaming, that this was reality, that his father was at this moment making out with another man. “That bastard,” he sobbed quietly to himself. “How could he? He who said he loved me. He who said he cared for me. But no”—he threw himself on the bed—“he is having an affair. That lying son of a bitch. He does not even tell me. I find out on my birthday, no less!” Sky then shredded his pillow. After which he, his fury uninhibited, stood up and angrily walked to the door, in half a mind to go out to the living room and hit his father. When he opened to door, he found the griffin standing outside.
“Greetings, young one,” said the griffin softly.
“Get out of this house,” said Sky gritting his teeth and emphasizing each word.
“Jealous?” said the griffin grimly. “He’s thirty-seven years older than you and your father. What you have with him is the greatest sin imaginable. In your culture, it’s a damning shame. Take my advice; regain your mind and past. I may be a criminal, and about to rape you, but I know what it’s like to be powerless against men like your father. You can’t remember your mother, can you? Her smile? Nothing? He blinded you. You don’t remember enough to hate him nor why you fear this room. Heed what I say. He does not love you as you were fooled into loving him. Find your life again…. Now, down to business.” He shoved Sky backwards, with enough force to hurl Sky on the bed.
“Daddy, help me!” shouted Sky almost child-like, as the griffin advanced.
“He’s unconscious right now, but I’ll be sure to pass on your message,” said the griffin. “You’re all alone.”
“Leave me alone,” shouted Sky, pushing himself off the bed and swinging a punch at the griffin.
The griffin grabbed Sky’s swinging right-hand easily. “You can’t win.”
As Sky fought back fiercely, the griffin’s grip became tighter and tighter, until with several loud snaps, the bones of Sky’s hand cracked, with Sky crying out in pain.
“Shut up!” shrieked the griffin, grabbing Sky’s muzzle and facing it shut.
Sky pined, as the griffin squeezed down on his muzzle and injured hand.
“You’re much more fun than your father,” said the griffin softly, almost seductively, forcing Sky backwards onto the bed, as Sky tried to break the griffin’s hold on his muzzle. “Your father never fights back. If you’d stop, I would be most inclined to stop breaking your bones.”
At this, there was a loud snap as Sky’s upper jaw fractured. Sky pines became scream-liked, as tears of pain streamed from his eyes.
The griffin then released Sky’s hand and removed Sky tie. He then wrapped it around Sky’s muzzle and secured it tightly with aid of his beak. Next, he grabbed Sky’s injured arm and slowly began unbuttoning Sky’s shirt. “Do you know how intoxicating fear and pain are?” he said, as he used his talons to cut away Sky’s shirt, leaving Sky’s torso bare. The griffin traced talons around Sky’s slightly visible muscles and nipples. “You are handsome for a youngling. Lean and not overly muscular. Not weak…but not strong enough to stop me. The pain you are in…to see it in your eyes…it makes me want to hurry this up. It’s too bad you don’t fear me…. Do you know why I was sent to prison? I killed the male who killed my wife. The lawyers tell me that made me crazy” He chuckled to himself at his comment. “He was only sixteen. He feared me. I slit his throat. He didn’t feel much pain. I have yet to decide which is more pleasurable to see pain or fear. Maybe you will help me find out. You are my youngest. You should be glad of that. It will make things better for you than the others.” His talons trailed down Sky’s stomach. He then unbuttoned and unzipped Sky’s dress pants. He slowly ran one talon through the fabric of Sky’s briefs over Sky’s member, as he, after glancing at it, said, “Not bad for one so young.”
Sky tried kicking the griffin, but griffin was unfazed by each blow. Sky tried to move the fingers of his right hand, but any muscle twinge caused an overwhelming surge of pain to engulf Sky. He could do nothing to stop the griffin. The griffin with inhuman ease, had easily overpowered him.
Before the griffin spoke again, he removed the rest of Sky’s attire and bound Sky’s hands and feet. He then brought a talon to Sky’s face and without harming Sky, he gently wiped Sky’s tears away. “I am not your father. There is no need to weep. I know what they do to Anubians if they get a hold of you. It is what makes your life worse than mine. For that I will be gentler than any dragon before.” He nuzzled Sky’s nose with his beak and licked Sky’s lips, as he fondled Sky. When Sky was sufficiently erect, the griffin pulled back and removed Sky’s gag.
“Why?” said Sky breathily, confused by the griffin’s actions.
“Why let you speak again?” said the griffin. “Because I’m sure you won’t scream again. Also…your pining is worse. This also gives you a chance to ask questions of someone who will tell you the truth?”
“Why?”
“I pity you. So feel free to ask anything, except your freedom.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not going to…I’ll continue while you think. Don’t think of this as rape, but as a pleasurable learning experience.”
Sky was completely baffled b the griffin’s words. All he knew was that this was rape, no less. He might ask a question or two, because the griffin was right in the fact that he could learn something about the criminal mind, if not himself. He might not fight back—not that he could with a broke jaw and a shattered hand—, but he was not going to treat this violation as pleasurable and he was not going to show it.
The griffin knelt down in front of Sky’s member and before so much as touching it, said, not to Sky but to the ceiling, “Forgive me the gluttony of this experience.” He then took a long lick along the underside of it.
Sky felt a wave of pleasure envelope him, as his member shot to full attention, despite his unwillingness to enjoy the griffin’s action.
“Please, stop,” muttered Sky, looking away from the griffin.
“Would you rather get nothing out of this?” said the griffin.
Sky said nothing.
The griffin returned to his licking.
Sky memory was hazing about the events that followed. He knew he asked the griffin ___ questions and only __1234_. What the griffin did, he could not remember. He supposed the griffin went all the way with him, but without mental probing, he would never know the true. He never knew the griffin’s full name, so he could not simply ask. All he remembered were words spoken:
“What is like to love a female?” he said.
“You have no idea,” said the griffin dreamily. “If it’s true love, it’s unbelievable. What you have with your father, as unnatural as it is, is probable closest thing you will ever know. It is false, so imagine true love as something far more magical, joyous…something better than what you have with Cytros. It doesn’t matter if it’s homosexual or heterosexual. True love is the yearning to be with someone forever. The one who makes you whole. The one who knows you better than you know yourself, who you can’t live without. It’s better than sex. Better than sex, that lasts for centuries. That is love. Do you feel that for Cytros?”
“Why do you object to my relationship with him?” said Sky. “How do you know our love is false?”
“It’s incest. I’ve been a patent of your father’s for quieted sometime, since before you were even born. Many years ago, before your mother died, before he embezzled money from his practice, before he became my bitch or your lover, I called him my friend. He was a good person. I became his patient shortly after Radae’s birth, so I nothing to compared it to, but you should have known him back then. After Esemjae got pregnant with you, he always had an extra spring in his step, just like any expecting father. After you were born, he took two years off just to help take care of you. He loved Esemjae. He loved Radae. He loved you, not as a lover, but as a father loves his son.
“Then Esemjae died. He quit everything. In his grief, he must have gone insane. Somehow, he became sexual attracted to you. What you not Radae, I don’t know. You do take after your mother more than Radae.
“When Radae die, he returned to his practice and I returned to his care. He was not the same as before. He had changed. When I found out about the money that he had hid, I blackmailed him. He couldn’t give the money; he didn’t have it anymore. So, I settled for him. Our court-required sessions became very pleasurable indeed. That should tell you something, if he loved as you think, he would have never consented. Love is an enveloping seduction. He brainwashed you. Ash yourself, what would Radae’s answer to you question be.”
“Who is Radae?” said Sky.
Sky knew at this the griffin frozen for several moments. “Your brother.”
The rest of the rape Sky could not remember. He knew after it was over the griffin gently laid him on the bed and laid next to him. Sky knew he did not fall asleep, as the griffin did, but to his memory, there was a void, as though sleep had overtaken him. The void ended where Cytros rushed into the room, in a panic.
“Skylar, we have to go. The enforcers are here.”
“Oh for the love of God, Cytros, shut up,” said the griffin, without opening his eyes. “Anyways, he bound at his hands and feet. He has a broke jaw and a shattered hand. There’s no time. The day of reckoning has come at last. I didn’t expect to be caught with you, Cytros. One of life little jokes, I suppose. It’s amazing, I kill three people while on parole, and I’m going to be sent back for raping your son.” He began laughing uncontrollability. “As a murderer I was feared and could survive. As a child molester, I’ll be raped so many times…” He trailed off.
All the while during the griffin’s speech, Cytros untie Sky’s hands and feet, helped Sky get into his pants, and then he helped Sky to his feet. “Well, Skylar,” he said, his eyes watering, as he embraced his son. “This is the end.”
“No, Daddy,” said Sky, tearfully, hugging his father. “I am not ready to lose you. I do not care about what happen between you and him”—he nodded his head towards the griffin—“. Let us go. Let us runaway.”
“But you stand out like a sore thumb,” said Cytros. “There are no other gold Anubians.”
“I will hide it,” said Sky. “We can be together forever. They have yet to break down the door. We can go through a window.”
A loud crash came from the living room.
“No, we cannot,” said Cytros. His nose met with Sky’s. They held that position for several moments before they locked themselves into their final kiss.
“That is sick,” said griffin. “That is disgustingly wrong in so many ways.”
The enforcers then broke down the door of the room. Sky and Cytros did not part. Even as Anubian and dragon enforcers rushed into the room, guns aimed at them, they did not part.
“Cytros Trecdos Antrubus, you are under arrest for crimes against the Anubian State,” shouted a teal Anubian, his weapon aimed at Cytros head, his face twisted in disgust at what was going on before him. “Get your hands in the air and back away from the child.” When neither Sky nor Cytros moved, the enforcer gestured for two enforcers to move forward.
The officers, one dragon and one Anubian, crept forward until one was behind Sky and the other behind Cytros. Together they lunged forward, with the dragon grabbing Sky and the Anubian grabbing Cytros. They then forced Sky and Cytros apart. It was then the enforcers saw Sky’s coloration.
“Gold?” said one of the Anubian in the front of the group, who must have been the ranking Anubian. “How is that possible? Why now?”
“Unhand him dragon,” shouted Cytros, as he struggled with captor’s grip to get to his son.
It was then at this moment that a middle dragon entered the room. “Anything wrong, Lieutenant?” said the dragon.
“No, Commander,” said the lieutenant with distain, gesturing for Cytros to placed in handcuffs.
“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” said the dragon, walking towards Sky and stopping in front of him. “Hmp. A gold one. It’s a pity they made it illegal to hunt you. You’d make a fine trophy.”
At this Cytros broke free of his captor and lunged for the dragon, shouting, “You leave my son alone, bastard.”
At the same exact time, Sky said, “Bite me,” and he took a larger bite of air and growled at the dragon.
“He is a child and he is not charged with anything,” said the lieutenant, struggling not to his the dragon, as he gestured for Cytros to be restrained once more.
“Your point? Handcuff him. Muzzle them both.”
“He has a broke jaw,” shouted Cytros, as a muzzle was brought to his face.
Once it was on Cytros, the dragon turned to him. “Do I look like I care about your bastard of a son?” He ignored Cytros lung for him, as he turned the lieutenant, who had moved beside Sky. “If you won’t arrest the boy, I’ll get someone who can and demote you down to civilian. What will that do to Anubian liberation?”
“Bitch,” said Sky and he spit on the dragon.
The dragon backhanded Sky, causing Sky to fall to ground. “Muzzle him or else I’ll shoot him,” shouted the dragon to the lieutenant.
There was then a loud shout from a young enforcer, aiming firearm under the bed. “Get out from under there.”
The griffin pulled himself out from under the bed, as the dragon walked over.
“Welcome back, Gryphon.”
Several hours later, Sky sat alone in a jail cell of the newly built Anubian police station. He was muzzled and handcuffed. Someone had wrapped a damp cloth around his injured hand. He heard voices coming down the hall outside his cell.
“I have used all my influence to cover-up his existence. Only one dragon is not sworn to secrecy. So you must understand that I expect the same from you. He is going to have a hard enough life, without our people believe that he is a prophet,” said a male voice.”
“Trust me; I am not going to start a mass panic. Which is what will happen, if they found out the one born to united the dragons and the Anubians has come,” said a second male voice.
“So what is wrong with him?”
“You are the psychiatrist. You tell me. He was sexually involved with his father. He was found kissing his father. He has no memory of his brother or mother. He needs help.”
“Who was his father?”
“Cytros Trecdos.”
“Pity. He had such potential,” said the second. “Why do you want me to help him?”
“He needs our help.”
“Because he is gold?”
“Because he is an Anubian, who was never given a chance. Because he was harmed by an Anubian.”
“Good enough,” said second wisely. “But he cannot be a witness against his father. Without meeting him, this I can say for sure.”
“Until our government is formed, Cytros will not be tried. I will try to make sure he is not called to the stand, but I cannot promise anything.”
“How has he been treated, since he was taken into custody?”
“We are the first Anubians allowed to see him. The dragons did interrogate him. They said he said nothing. They left him muzzled and handcuffed. They did not even deal with his injuries.”
They stop in front of Sky’s cell, both Anubians, one light brown middle-aged—around 250 years old for an Anubian—, the other emerald green and slightly older. The light brown one opened the cell door and stepped back to let the green one enter. He then stepped in and closed the door. He walked to Sky and knelt down. He freed Sky of his bonds. “Hello, Skylar,” he said. “My name is Kyle Topuroc. I am a representative of the Anubian people before the Dragon Council and a senator of the soon-to-be-formed Anubian Government.”
“A puppet of the dragons,” said Sky viciously.
“You watch your mouth,” said Topuroc harshly. “I am no servant of the dragons. No Anubian shall ever be again. The dragons will give us our freedom. They have already agreed. But that is not why I am here. Your future is my concern at the moment”
“If that is true, then release me and my father so that we may return to our live,” said Sky.
“Your father is accusing of embezzlement, rape, and child molestation,” said Topuroc.
“Who did he rape?”
“You.”
“He did not rape me,” said Sky. “I love him.”
“Who shattered your hand?” said Topuroc.
“That griffin. He broke my jaw too,” said Sky. “What is going to happen to me? Without him, I do not know what to do. How am I supposed to survive?”
“That is where my friend comes in,” said Topuroc. “Skylar, this is Doctor Bernard Marett.” —he gestured to the green Anubian—“He owns a clinic for those who need help…mentally”
“I am not insane,” said Sky. “I am not gay.”
“You preference has nothing to do with your mental health,” said Marett. “Your father put through a lot.”
Sky pause for a moment, before saying, “I want a life that is all I ask for…a life of freedom. I know I am gold, but I need freedom. If I go with you, swear to me I will be allowed to leave. Destiny may have decided my fate, but until then, I do not want to look back. If I cannot be with my father…so be it.”
“Sky,” said Marett, “I swear it. I give my oath as an Anubian.”
“Thank you.”
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It was a few days after Sky’s release from psychiatric care. Sky is now twenty-eight. He was given one hundred American dollars to help him get started in life by the Anubian Government. He had spent all but one dollars on getting out of the Anubian Settlement and going to Cairo—his ride would be leaving a couple of hours. He did not return to his childhood home when he was release. He would never return. He had been living on the streets for the past days. He had already collected a small colony of flees.
Now, he stood before a large metal gate. The gate was rusting in places and looked as though it was about to collapse. It stood nonchalantly in front of a dark cave, hidden to all except Anubians. Beside the gate, engraved into the wall, was written, in Aktubis, “Ashes are all that will remain in the cemetery. Welcome to any Anubian who searches for a past. But only to Anubians, no other can enter unscathed. No dragon is welcome in this sacred site. You have been warned.”
“Fire to ash. Ash to fire. Life to death. Death to life,” said Sky loudly to the gate.
As the reverberated within the cave, the gate opened of its own accord, and Sky walked in. All was dark, as Sky walked onward. Until, after walking what seemed like an hour, a stairway appeared in the distance, with a light pouring in from an opening at the top.
When Sky reached this opening, he saw before him rows and rows and rows of tombstones, each about a yard apart, for the Anubian culture burns the bodies of their dead and buries the ash before their respective tombstone.
Sky walked passed hundreds, if not thousands, of graves, before stopping before two graves. They were marked, in Aktubis: “Esemjae Antrubus Trecdos” and “Radae Cytros Trecdos.”
“Mom. Radae,” said Sky kneeling down and placing one rose in front of each gravestone. “It has been a long time since I have been here. I made it. I survived my father. I survived the dragons. The pain. The doctors.
“Mom, I ask you to forgive me. I did not want to replace you. I did not want to become involved with my father. I broke. Radae, I ask you too to forgive me…for breaking to our father’s will. Forgive me for being weak and pathetic.”
Sky began to sob. “I miss you both so much. I wish you were here me. For the past ten years I have wondered what might have been if neither of you had died. I am certain if you had been here my relationship with my father would not progress as far as it did. I do not blame you. I know you do not want to leave. I blame the dragons. Those bitches and bastards. Those unfeeling murders. I want revenge against them. I do not care if it is un-Anubian. They stole everything good in my life. They took you two, my father’s soul, my heart, my home. They would not even let me die. I do not care about the prophecy. I cannot forgive them. I cannot unite those depraved bastards and the Anubians…
Not that I could if I wanted to. I know for sure that I am gay. I do not know why. Radae you say you would not care if I was, but I cannot believe that. Homosexually is a cause for exile. I cannot give up being an Anubian for false love, for that is what it would be…false. Love between males is not true. Besides that I cannot live a gay life. After what my father did to me, those rapes, I cannot handle that kind of relationship ever again.
I am going to live a normal life from now on, away from this hellhole. I am going to settle down in a new home, find a wife I can love, or at least can be happy with, maybe even have a child with. No politics. No more dragons. Only love…if I can love anymore. No more being special. I am going to disappear…leaving my past here. I that I have an education, I am going to begin a life and live it the best that a can. I have shed my father’s name and the one given to me. I shall go on as Sky Antrubus Radae Contriad Soltep Mewamun Jentu. I will never forget either of you. I shall carry your memories in my heart and mind, along with my name. I may not be back here for quite sometime. I love you both. I shall return one day, if not to present my soul mate. Goodbye.”
Sky stayed there for an hour, in silence before he left. He has yet to return.
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Sky startled as felt a finger tap his shoulder. Looking around he found the conductor standing next to him. “What is it?” he said.
“We’ve arrived at the Anubian Settlement,” said the conductor.
“Oh. Thank you,” said Sky dazedly. He stood up and after stretching his joints, he followed the conductor to the door.
“Thank you for riding. Enjoy your day,” said the conductor, as Sky steeped off.
“Thanks for the ride,” said Sky, walking off and giving a salute of a goodbye wave of his hand.
Sky walked quickly through the side streets of the Settlement making sure not to be seen. When he reached his childhood home, he stood in front of it for several minutes, letting waves of memories and emotions flow through him. The house had not changed over the years; it was as he remembered it a century ago, one floor, no basement, few windows, little to no yard.
Sky walked to the door and knocked. When Cytros opened the door, Sky punched him and walked in.
“What the hell?” shouted Cytros, as he quickly backed away from his attacker.
Sky advanced onto his father. He was so blind in his rage that he did not notice that someone else was in the house, until a pair of hands came from behind him and grabbed his arms. He fought back at first, but stopped when he found his father’s face inches away from his muzzle.
Cytros looked ancient. He had age unusually fast for an Anubian. His fur was already graying. Despite this, he still had his powerful muscles from the last time Sky had faced him. He was grinning in satisfaction, as he said, “Hello, Skylar. I see you are still as beautiful as you were before. I missed in our 115-year separation.”
“I did not you, Va’locto’,” said Sky, letting his captor place his hands behind his back and hand cuff them together.
“You should talk. Look at what you married,” said Cytros.
“I loved him,” Sky replied.
“Faggot.”
“You raped me.”
“I love you.”
“Faggot.”
“Murderer.”
“Who?”
“My wife and son.”
“I did not, but you kill my husband.”
“I did not. He did.” Cytros gestured to the one holding Sky. “He put up a good fight. He might have won if I had not threaten to kill you.” Cytros lifted his hand and gently caressed Sky’s cheek. “Not that I would have.” Cytros leaned forward and kissed his son.
At the same time, Sky felt a needle pierce his arm. Sky kicked his father away. “What did you do?” he shouted, his heart rate increasing.
“It is just a paralyzing agent,” said Cytros. Then to Sky’s captor, “You can go now, in a few minutes he will not be difficult to handle. Take your dragon skin and go.” Cytros grabbed Sky’s arm and pulled him all the way in his bedroom. There he threw Sky on the bed, so that Sky sat upright on the bed. He then sat down next to Sky, and holding Sky in place, he said, “Do not fight me, Skylar.” He pulled Sky’s muzzle to his and again he kissed Sky tenderly. As he slipped his tongue into Sky’s mouth, Sky bit down hard. Cytros let out a yell of pain as pushed Sky away. “You son of a bitch—”
“No, I am a son of a bastard,” said Sky angrily.
“You, arrogant rut—”
“Nice comeback. That may have worked when I was a child, but not now that I have out grown you, rut.”
“This is how you treat me, after all I have done for you.”
“You forced me to love you. You used the love I felt for you as my father and manipulated me.”
“I saved your life.”
“You made my life hell. I tried to kill myself because of you. If Radae had not stopped me, I would have. If anyone saved my life, it was him…and Mom.”
“Do not call hers ‘Mom,’ you killed her.”
“I was a child. There was nothing I could have done.”
“You could have died.”
Sky fell silent at this; the paralyzing agent had reached the muscles of his jaws.
“Finally, you shut up. Now get over it, bitch.” Cytros grabbed Sky and forced him onto his stomach. He then removed Sky clothing. “I broke you once, I will do it again.” He thrust into Sky.
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In prison cell somewhere in Egypt, 128-year-old Sky woke up suddenly. He sat up panting on the floor. Jake who had been lying on top of Sky, was thrown off Sky and woke up startled.
“What’s happening?” said Jake groggily, looking around. “Sky, what’s wrong?”
Sky leaned back on one of his arm, while he placed the other hand on his chest as though checking his heart rate. “It is nothing,” he said, taking in the sight of Jake being alive. “It was nightmare. All a nightmare.” Sky bent forward and gently bringing Jake’s lower jaw to his, guided Jake into a short tender kiss. He broke it, when Jake tried to turn it into a French kiss.
“Why did you pull away?” said Jake.
“Because it is late and you need your sleep,” said Sky, standing up. Sky then helped Jake to his feet.
Jake let out a groan of pain as he stood up.
“What is wrong?” said Sky concerned.
“It’s nothing. My rear just stings a little,” said Jake.
“Sorry about that. It is a result of what we did,” said Sky, as he sat down on the bed.
“I didn’t notice it until now. Does it hurt you?”
“Sometimes. When I am tense or being…raped. With you I am calm, relaxed and I can take you inside me easily. Give yourself time to get use to it…or say no. If you ever do not want to, say no and I will stop. I swear I will. I do not want to pressure you into anything.”
“I barely know you. I don’t know your name, or even your species. You seem to know everything about me, yet I know nothing about you. Why should believe you?”
“My name is Sky Antrubus Radae class=SpellE>Contriad Soltep class=SpellE>Mewamun Jentu. I am an Anubian. My past I will ask you to wait until I feel safe in telling you. My current life, when we are alone. I do not trust we are. I will not lie to you. I may keep secrets but those must remain secret. Please, believe me in this.”
Jakes looked into Sky’s eyes. He saw no hint of deceit, of any intent to cause him any harm. He saw love, honestly, caring, everything he had been told love was about. He also saw a hint fear. What Sky feared, he could not tell, but it was there. “I do,” he said.
Sky stood up. “Thank you. Now get some sleep.” He gestured to the bed. “There is not enough room for the both of us.”
“There’s a simple solution to that.”
“What?”
“Toss me that blanket.” Sky did and Jake, after placing it over his head, transformed into his human-self. “Just incase someone’s watching,” he said, lifting the front of the blanket up like a hood, staring at Sky, who now towered over him. “You seemed a hair shorter when I was a dragon.
“I am near seven-foot tall,” said Sky. “Are you sure you do not want me to just sleep on the floor.”
“We already did that. Come on, you need to lie down first, so no one will see my face.”
Sky did so, but Jake notice, something had changed in Sky’s behavior. Sky seemed less romantic, as though see his as a child made a difference in his feelings.
Jake laid down next to Sky and wrapped the blanket around both of them. He then wrapped his arms around Sky and buried his face in the fur of Sky’s chest, so no one could see his human face.
Sky did not wrap his arms around Jake and in a few minutes, he nodded off.
Jake stayed awake, his mind buzzing with all that was happening to him. This was first in the two days since he had met Sky that he truly held Sky close to him. Sky’s fur, coarse as it looked, was unbelievably soft, it like he was lying on silk. Sky’s scent was intoxicating, if not down right arousing. In the silence, Jake could hear the steady of Sky’s heart. It was hypnotic. It along with Sky’s rhythmic breathes lulled Jake into a haze.
As Jake slowly fell asleep, parts of his mind seemed to leave his conscious. He seemed to gain an extra set of senses and emotions. He could smell things; hear things he could not before. He could even smell his own sweat, his own scent. He could hear water dripping from an unknown source. He could feel in his mind a mix of emotions, contentment, joy, commitment, fear, anger, and a feeling he could only describe as love, like coming home after being gone and alone for an eon.
As Jake’s mind penetrated deep into this world, he felt mental barriers crash into him like waves on a beach. He continued unabated, until he crashed to the ground in field of darkness. He heard a voice come from the darkness.
“Let me kill him,” it said, eerily, from all-around him. “Free me. He will only cause you pain.” The voice sounded male and powerful. “Let me out of this prison,” it roared. The voice waited for a long time before it spoken again.
Though Jake could not see anything, he sensed the voice’s presence in front of him, pacing.
“Is someone there?” said the voice, moving towards Jake. “You?” it then shouted angrily now running towards Jake.
Jake stared to run from the voice. He felt it moving closer and closer, as he ran. Then with a strike of teeth and claws, Jake opened eyes.
He was staring at Sky’s chest. His body felt like he had just run several miles in searing heat. He tilted his head up and looked at Sky’s face.
Sky had awoken too; he stared down at Jake, with a look of confusion, shock, and fear.
‘What had just happened?’ wondered Jake, as he lie there staring into Sky’s golden eyes.
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I will try and update soon, for next chapter is definitely not this long, but my typing is slow and I am on top of writing the next chapter, I am rewriting Chapters 1 through 3. I am not sure which will be done first, because I am halfway through rewriting the first chapter and a quarter of the way for the next chapter.
I will be changing the title of this again, possibly next update, if I can decide—suggests would be gladly accepted.
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