Alien Beloved

Denris was really fascinated the extraordinary style of

the interior. He had never seen anything like that: the

alien design of furniture and decorations had a unique

exotic look, which spoke of the amazing talent of the

artist.

"So exquisite design! Who is the creator of this luxury?"

"Everyone decorates his own home. I'm flattered that you

appreciated my work. I know you are too the artist and drew

Gedeon a lot."

After some thoughts Denris sugested:

"I'll stay if you keep me away from your huge friends. I

don't want to interact with them."

"Ok… fine!" - Liorif blasted in giggles, wrapping his arms

around Denris's waist. - "I'm so glad you're getting used to me.

Hopefully, you like me, my sweetheart."

Denris did not understand why he agreed to live with his

patron, who constantly squeezed him, kissed and forced

to sleep in an embrace. Such a relationship seemed more

than weird, but the prince was so exhausted of attention

to himself that he no longer cared what was happening to

him.

He rejoiced every time the owner flew out about his

business, and enjoyed solitude, pacing through the

luxurious rooms and corridors, watching through the

exquisite multi-colored stained-glass windows for the

syrinxes flying outside.

Sometimes he feel broken and writhed from

hopelessness: there was nowhere to run and hide, all that

remained was to wait for the insatiable vampire to get

tired of him.

What happened to Gedeon? How he suffered from Liorif?

Where is he now? There was no any sign if his friend was

ok.

The next day someone rang the doorbell downstairs and

he decided to go down and check who had come.

"Denris?" - Jamien stood in front of him in amazement,

covered with a cloak, staring at him. - "I… didn't expect to

see you here."

"I live here now," - Denris twisted his face, closing the door

behind the guest.

"But… how did you get here? I thought you were chilling

in the Queentower."

They walked up the stairs in tense silence to the nearest

living room.

"I'm also in an enigma why you came to visit one of the

most powerful wizard? Does he give you magic lessons?"

- Denris smiled wryly as he stretched out on the soft couch.

"Did he tell you about our relationship?" - Jamien guessed,

embarrassedly smoothing his dark wavy hair.

"Yes, two days ago… and I could not believe it! Why did

you hide from me that you were dating such a dangerous

vampire? We are buddies, right? Liorif was probably

asking about me. You could have warned me in advance 

that the vampire was going to pester me. And why did

you tell him about my relationship with Yarison?"

"I didn't tell him about your sugar daddy from your past!"

- Jamien justified himself. - "That winged is clairvoyant!

I warned you, by the way, about the consequences of such male friendship…

So what happened?"

Denris's reproachful glance agitated Jamien.

"What do you think this rapist could do? Got drunk on my

mana!"

"Horrible! Why are you here in his house then? Can't you

leave here?"

"Certainly can! But I can't hide from him; there's no one

to ask for protection. His mother is on his side, and I had

a fight with the Queen for allowing her son to molest me."

"Ask Archon Adivaris or Avilena, the Goddess of

Freedom, for help."

"He only deals with female princesses, and Avilena very

rarely appears with us. Nobody cares about former

humans."

"Did it hurt you that much? Still, this relationship cannot

be called sex in the literal sense. Kisses and hugs,

everything is gentle and pleasant, no pain, passionate,

breathtaking. I was surprised myself that everything was

not so bad. Well, yes! He's a man! This is difficult for

straight men to accept, but for them, aliens, this is the

norm. We have to dance to their tune because we're

captivated…"

"Yeah! And they are much healthier and stronger! What's

so nice about being squeezed by a huge winged man? And

you come to him of your own free will?" - Denris asked

caustically. - "Why did you suddenly become like this?"

"I won't lie, I like it!" - Jamien said in tension. - "You don't

have to do or try anything, and there's a lot of pleasure.

Don't you feel this amazing ecstasy that explodes your

brain? Drugs are weaker compared to this euphoria."

"Right, it is … but why do I need all this?"

Jamien sighed heavily and leaned back in his seat:

"Why are you so not easy and stubborn! You don't

appreciate attention to yourself. I always said it to you,

remember? By the way, Liorif didn't invite me to live in

such a luxurious house, but you, dissatisfied, settled

here!"

"Pity to look at you! What a hilarious jealousy!" - Denris

snapped, and after a tense pause, he added:

"Sorry…"

Ex-pilot started smiling.

"You are in love with him, or what?"

Jamien pressed his eyes with hands and mumbled in

response:

"I don't know what to say… I'm shocked that I came here

of my own free will. And you were right that they would

come to me with such a proposal, and for some reason I

agreed... But on the other hand, I learned how to create

things after merging with this mage. He did not lie to me."

"Aha! You paid with your body and mana. However, there

is no longer any difference with whom to do this."

"Are you serious? Where did your stubbornness go? Have

you reconciled?"

"I'm tired to resist and I don't care who harasses me.

The woman I love rejected me, so I let things take their

course..."

Suddenly Liorif appeared in room and blurted out

cheerfully:

"Oh! My boyfriends gossip about me in my house..."

He ruffled Jamien's curls and murmured softly to him:

"Did you miss me, sweetie? What a surprise! You see,

Denris, your buddy came to me himself, I did not call him

and did not drag him along."