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The Never-Fading

Flora Winters

I do not own Thundercats, and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: Why is Mumm-Ra so evil? What caused him to turn his back to the light and put on the crimson cloak of wickedness? This story will contain boy-love, some language, and violence.

Chapter One

Caress the one, the Never Fading
Rain in your heart, the tears of snow white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

--Nightwish

The great pyramid shimmered like a jewel forged of molten gold amidst a cloak of green wilderness. A massive waterfall seemed to spill down as if from the very heavens, sustaining all life in this fertile region. It was a place of beauty, wonder, and enchantment.

The kingdom had remained peaceful for a thousand years, worshipping gods of goodness. There was no evil, for it didn’t exist. Nothing made of darkness could survive in a realm of truthful light.

But, like always, something terrible was brewing in that brilliant garden-world of light. A young and very beautiful prince had fallen deeply in love with his extremely handsome older brother. This young prince was the Flower of the Dynasty and his every wish was granted. The older prince was a warrior and the strongest man in the kingdom.

There had never been such a thing as two men falling in love with each other before. It was something unheard of. It had never even been discussed.

Prince Khnumhotep would secretly meet his older brother in a hidden garden of his own design. He was the only one who knew the way through the mystical maze and he shared this secret with his handsome treasure.

“Niankhkhnum, you’re late,” he said, rising to his feet from where he had been seated on the edge of the alabaster fountain. “What kept you so?”

The older and taller prince smiled with perfect teeth. “I fell asleep, my Amaranth.”

Khnumhotep rolled his dazzling blue eyes, frowning. His amazing beauty was most terrible when he frowned. It was the tragedy of all tragedies. Artists and poets wept and worshipped in the blinding face of it.

“I don’t like having to constantly guard my feelings for you in the presence of others,” he said, stepping lighter than petals in the air, towards the golden skinned warrior. “I hate…”

“Don’t,” Niankhkhnum quickly said, cutting him off, pulling his smaller, most beautiful of all men into his powerful, muscular arms. “You must never say that word. It is forbidden, even to us.”

“I wish to hit those women father throws at you,” Khnumhotep hissed, wrapping his slender arms around him. He was trembling. “I wish to scratch off their faces and beat them with the weight of their own lust for you.”

Niankhkhnum squeezed him gently, cooing to him ever so softly. “You must not feel these dark emotions, my Amaranth.”

“Father will make you marry,” he seethed, feeling rage. “I wish to no longer hide my love for you. Why must the silver face of Mother Moon always be our only witness?”

“Because,” Niankhkhnum whispered, kissing him on the lips. He pulled back, frowning slightly. “She does not judge us.”

“Why?” Khnumhotep asked, pulling away, turning his slender back on him. “Why must it be this way?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Niankhkhnum said, stepping up behind him, wrapping his arms around his narrow waist, pulling him back against his broad chest. Khnumhotep could feel his want of him. It was large, hard, and dripping with pearly gems of love. “I love you, and that’s all that does matter.” Niankhkhnum told him.

Khnumhotep leaned back into his step-brother’s powerful embrace. He smelled of citrus and wild-growing things. Niankhkhnum had been forged from raw power.

“Show me,” Khnumhotep said, gripping hold Niankhkhnum’s root of aching desire. “Show me your love.”

Niankhkhnum made love to him with such wild, passionate tenderness under the face of the silver moon. It was love and that was all that mattered.

It was then, in that tiny moment of blissful pleasure, that beautiful Khnumhotep vowed his heart would beat only for his strong lover. He would do whatever it would take to keep his Niankhkhnum with him for all time.

That was when his ability to work magic came into fruition. He was to become a wizard. It was a most noble profession. Not only was he the Flower of the Dynasty, he was now the possessor of magical abilities. It was now his right to choose a warrior to become his knight, his protector.

He chose Niankhkhnum.

Eyes of ocean blue gazed upon his sleeping lover’s gorgeous face. He traced that strong jaw line with his pale index fingers.

“I will become so powerful,” he said, kissing him lightly on the lips. They were so soft. “That nobody will be able to stand against me and what I feel for you, my treasure.”

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Lion-O leaned back against the cool wall and sighed. He was literally exhausted. It had been a long trek back to Cat’s Lair with the nude young man.

The radiant blond had amnesia and would have a slight bruise come morning. Tygra and Cheetara had been the ones to look him over for any other injuries he might have missed. There had only been a few minor cuts and scratches here and there.

He still couldn’t get over the fact that he was attracted to the beautiful man in a sexual manner. This was the first time this has ever happened to him. He had always wondered why he had never found any of the Warrior Maidens attractive. He had just thought himself a little odd, but nothing like this.

“Candy fruit for your thoughts, Lion-O?” Snarf asked, walking up with a tray in hand. He had made a nice pot of tea.

He thought about asking Snarf about his “sticky” predicament, but quickly beat the thought back down with his magic sword. It just wasn’t something he felt comfortable discussing right now. He would just wait and see. The young man was a stranger and he didn’t know him. Beauty was seductive, alluring, and he knew not to trust it for a moment. Beauty always had hidden entrapments. Beauty possessed thorns that could ensnare and bite deep into unwary flesh.

“Lion-O?” Snarf asked in concern. He had totally forgotten that Snarf was still there. Those big eyes were looking up at him with some worry. “You look as if a hand were holding your heart, squeezing it, Lion-O.”

“A hold of something,” he muttered under his breath.

Snarf cocked his head to the side. “Huh?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, Snarf,” he laughed a little too forcefully. He needed to get the heck out of there. “I’m just tired.”

“Why don’t you go to bed then,” Snarf told him, smiling. “I’ll come read you a story when I’m done giving Panthro his nightly tea.”

Lion-O made a sour face, crossing his arms. “I’m not a kitten, Snarf.”

Snarf chuckled, wagging his tail. “Only a kitten would make such an ugly face, Lion-O.”

Lion-O growled in jest. “I’m going to bed,” he said, pushing off the wall. “Goodnight, Snarf.”

“Goodnight, Lion-O,” Snarf called after him. “Sweet dreams.”

Lion-O rolled his eyes. He really did hate it when Snarf would do that. But, it was kind of funny.

He decided to go check on the blue-eyed enigma. It would be nice to talk to the object of his newly found desire. This was so weird. He was truly attracted to a male. Perhaps he would talk to Tygra.

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Aqua-blue eyes gazed around the large room. He had no idea who he was or what he was going to do. He didn’t even know how to feel about his situation. The only thing he could feel was the sense that there was a gaping hole in his heart where something truly important should have been. It was most confusing for him. He didn’t know how to feel about it.

The people who had helped him were very different looking than him. They called themselves Thundercats, and told him that they were going to take good care of him. They did look like him in some aspects, but very different in others.

“I’m so confused,” he whispered to the empty space around him. “What am I going to do?”

He got to his feet. The one called Cheetara had given him garments to wear. The fabric and structure of the garments were soft and skintight. But, they were very comfortable.

He gazed at his slender, radiant form in the large mirror. An unknown feeling suddenly came over him. He was about to punch the reflective surface with his fist, refraining from doing so when a sudden knock came at the door behind him.

It was the one who had found and helped him to this place. Another unknown feeling seemed to wash like a cold wave over him.

“How are you feeling?” The younger Thundercat with the wild mane of red hair asked, walking in, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t know,” he answered him, walking away from the mirror. He didn’t, couldn’t look at himself for some reason. It hurt him do so. It was like a dull ache in his chest that would only grow. He didn’t like the feeling.

“Are you hungry?” The young male asked him. He looked odd. What was that look in his eyes? He didn’t know.

“Hungry?” He asked, thinking really hard. “What is hungry?”

The male explained it to him, and he shook his head. His tummy wasn’t growling.

“Oh, I’m Lion-O,” the handsome male told him. “I think I might have told you that already, but just in case you forgot, there you go.”

He nodded his head. He had forgotten. He couldn’t tell him his name. He didn’t know it.

He kept looking at the taller man-looking creature. He could feel something in him. There was a great deal of…energy.

That was when his eyes caught something. It was sitting on the table Lion-O was standing beside of.

“That,” he said, pointing with a delicate finger. “What is that?”

Lion-O looked to his side. “Oh, that’s a flower.”

“A flower,” he whispered, walking towards it. His impossible long hair billowed like streaming sunlight all around him as he moved forward with eerie grace. “What is its name, Lion-O?”

The Thundercat scratched the back of his head with a large hand. He looked to be thinking really hard.

“I think,” he said, turning to stand beside him. “I think it might be called Amaranth.”

Blue eyes widened. Amaranth? Why did that name sound so painfully familiar to him?

He touched the soft petals, feeling them with his white fingers. The flower was so beautiful.

“Amaranth,” he whispered, feeling the hidden emotion. What was this? His eyes were stinging him.

He felt a large hand on his shoulder. He could feel the hidden power it could unleash.

Lion-O nodded his head. “That’s right.”

Tears fell from his eyes and he looked up at the tall Thundercat. “What is this?” He asked, rubbing at his eyes. “What is this feeling?”

“You’re sad,” Lion-O told him softly, gently squeezing his shoulder. “We call it sorrow.”

“I don’t like it,” he hissed, pulling away from the warm hand. “It hurts me.”

“It’s okay,” Lion-O said, looking at him with such kind eyes. “You’re safe here. It’s okay to cry.”

“No!” He yelled, shaking his head. He knew some things, but not others. There were so many pieces missing from the big puzzle. “I’ve lost something! I can’t remember me!”

He collapsed to his knees, holding his head between his trembling palms. I hurt. It hurts so much.

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Lion-O went to him, feeling really bad. He didn’t know how to help him.

His tears were so beautiful. He was so painfully beautiful.

“Let me help you to bed,” he said, helping him up. “You need to rest.”

The young man smelled like a garden paradise. He looked as if he belonged in nothing but a floral paradise.

He helped him into the bed, being extra careful with his silky hair. It was so long and shiny. He thought it were like a golden inferno with orange blazes here and there.

“Do you wish for me to stay?” Lion-O asked him. “I can stay until you fall asleep, Amaranth.”

Liquid blue eyes looked at him. “…A name?”

Lion-O smiled. “I think it suits you.”

The brilliant blond turned his face away. It was like an eclipse when he did that.

“Do you mind if I call you that until you remember your real name?” Lion-O asked him, taking a seat in the chair beside the bed.

Tears continued to fall from those wondrous eyes. “Okay,” he whispered.

Lion-O nodded. “Get some rest, Amaranth,” he said, leaning back in the comfy chair. “Sweet dreams.”

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Amaranth sunk into the warm sheets, gazing at the handsome Thundercat’s pleasant face. Those eyes…there was something about his eyes. They were so familiar. It was like he knew them. Perhaps he did…

He closed his own, dreaming of swimming in their amber-red depths. Those pools were so warm.

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Lion-O slowly rose to his feet, and quietly left the room. Amaranth was sound asleep and resting peacefully.

He yawned as he carefully closed the door behind him. It was time to bathe, recite a small prayer, and go to sleep. He felt like something big was about to happen.

He made his way to his room and closed the door behind him. He kicked off his boots, padding across the soft carpet, removing his shirt, tossing it over his shoulder.

A few minutes later, he was reclining in a large, marble tub. The hot water felt so good on his tired muscles, relieving him of tension. The dull ache in his tired feet was leaving him, too.

His mind began to wonder on him and he jumped, spilling water from the tub. He ran his wet hands through his mild mane, groaning. He had just pictured Amaranth naked, and it had caused his cock to twitch. It was becoming quite hard, rather rapidly.

He spread his long, muscular legs out, and began to stroke his aching length. Was this wrong? Was it wrong to be doing this while thinking of a man? He didn’t think so.

He couldn’t help but picture that snowy white body beneath him, allowing him to voraciously devour and plunder such beauty. He stroked himself harder and faster, feeling his root tighten all the more. It felt so good.

His whole body suddenly stiffened with thrilling pleasure. He threw his head back, crying out hoarsely. His seed splashed up out of the water like a squirting fountain of pearl, decorating his chin.

He gasped for breath, slowly removing his hand. He was really going to have to talk to Tygra. It was going to be such a long night.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.
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