# Blue-Eyed Diamond

Author: DwayneTimberland
Tags: Blue-eyed diamond, Fantasy, Feline, Gay, M/M, Nightcat, Romance, Sci-Fi, Story

#1 of Various Stories

One of the first stories I ever posted. I was 16 when I wrote it, back in 1996. I was so eager, and wanted to be loved so much.

© 1996  NightCat  
  
Author's Note: This was originally written for a friend of mine,  
someone with a lot of fire, who stuck with me even when I wasn't  
an easy person to deal with.  He inspired me to write this, and  
I want to thank him for making me think enough to do it.  He  
knows who he is, I believe.  
    
(Background information: The Kel and the Raahk are two races of  
felines.  Imagine a domestic housecat from earth, and cross it  
with the body of a twenty one year old man.  This is Cilain, one  
of the Kel.  Areago, a Raahk  citizen, is a cross between a  
Siberian white tiger, and a man five years  older with a  
generously muscled physique-- a gymnast, perhaps.  The Kel and   
the Raahk have been at war for centuries, battling over the  
largest continent on the planet.  Neither has mastered space  
travel, nor even advanced sailing-- what cat likes to be over  
water?)  
  
  
                     "Blue-eyed Diamond"  
                         by NightCat  
  
  
   Cilain stepped into the tavern, and sat at the bar.  It wasn't  
an especially attractive place; the floor was hard wood, as were  
the tables, though the latter had warped a little with age and  
moisture.  The air was thick, filled with the scents of alcohol  
and cheap catnip.  It was quiet there, with only a few people,  
mostly Kel civilians, drinking and chatting.    
    
   There was nothing remarkable about that day, besides meeting  
Areago. Cilain had no other friends, and he had no family.  The  
latter had been killed years ago by the Gra'el, and the former  
had never existed.  It wasn't something new; he was used to  
living alone.  So, other than meeting his one friend in the  
world, nothing really set that day apart from the rest.  
    
   His was a race of felines, descendants of a splice between  
domesticated  cats and humanoids.  They were the Kel, a peaceful  
race, seeking more the security of hearth and home than conquest.   
Over the centuries, the Kel had developed more value in medicines  
and philosophies than most others on their world.  They were a  
very docile, gentle race of creatures, though when angered they  
became quite violent and unstable.  
    
   Over the years, Cilain had made several friends, and had  
become very close to them.  Each time he'd grown close to  
someone, they became the center of his life, his very reason for  
happiness.  A few gave the illusion that they'd felt the same for  
him, but over time that had died out.  They had been interested  
in his inborn ability, his natural rapport with the elements.   
One by one they would all gain a fascination with his talents,  
and, subsequently, each in turn would become angry and leave him  
the moment he refused to make his powers  work for them.'  He'd  
been born with a very strong source of energy, more intense than  
that of his peers.  What he had mistaken for love was simple  
usery.  
    
   Love does not come easy, and Cilain learned this with such  
painful, agonizing repetition.  Several times when he'd actually  
fallen for someone, only to find out that those feelings could  
never be returned.  Years of pain and betrayal had jaded his  
emotions, memories that hurt him even now, as a  matured' feline.  
Tears had fallen like gentle rain, until there were none left.   
The skies were emptied, and when one has no more tears to cry, he  
cries acid-- burning drops of wretched cynicism.    
    
   Then someone came along, and changed everything.  
    
   Areago was quiet, with a proud face, as a feline's would tend  
to be.  He was of a hybrid species, with a father from the Raahk  
empire, and a Kellan mother.  Born with traits of both races,  
Areago was rather muscular, and white-furred, as Cilain.  His  
coloration and large stature gave him away to the Raahk people,  
and they rejected him.  The tigerstripes which clung to his body  
meant instant hatred from the Kel.  Universally he was known as a   
nameless' feline.  Both of his parents were known as traitors to  
their own people for falling in love, and therefore he was  
immediately classified as the spawn of conspiracy.  The Raahk and  
Kel, being at war, did not look kindly upon children of traitors.   
It was one of the few things they agreed on.  Yet to those who  
knew him, (in other words, to Cilain alone) he was known as  
Areago.  
    
   They met by chance, in a neutral bar, a place right on the  
border between their warring homelands.  It was known for being a  
haven for 'deviants,' and both felt they belonged there.  
Conversation was made one evening, a drink was offered, and they  
began talking.    
    
   Talking is different from speaking, for when you really talk  
to someone, you don't just speak with your mouth.  You don't just  
say words; you express yourself.  You convey something to  
someone, and, in a way, you open up to them, if only a little.    
    
   A little of Cilain was all Areago needed.  He had simply  
opened the door, when the sunlight burst in, and warmed his soul.   
He fanned out for Cilain like a flower to the morning sunrise.   
Cilain was attractive, especially for a Housecat (as they were  
referred to by the Raahk).  His eyes as blue as   
sapphires in the sky.  They seemed to see into Areago, with a  
gaze so penetrating they broke through any barriers before he  
could put them up, and yet such warmth and compassion that they  
seemed to hypnotize, entrance.  They met weekly at first, in the  
same bar, at the same table.  For both of them, it quickly became  
the only thing they looked forward to in their lonely lives.   
  

     They spoke of Areago's past, of the inadequacy he felt,  
without the massive, tigerish strength of his father or the  
elemental powers of his mother.  Cilain had insisted that he was  
beautiful regardless, more so than anyone he'd ever met.    
    
   Had it been anyone else giving such a complement, Areago would  
have believed they were simply trying to flatter him, or get  
something from him, but there was something in those eyes that  
reassured him.  Perhaps he noticed perfect sight, or was it  
perfect honesty?  In the end he found both and more in those  
eyes, more than he could ever have imagined.  
    
   As the weeks passed, Areago found himself thinking about  
Cilain more and more.  He would yearn for their meetings while  
they were apart, and would rush back to the bar every week to see  
him.  Something was so pure and strong about that feline, and it  
intrigued Areago intensely. They became good friends quickly and  
easily, and in time, their friendship grew.  
    
   It had been one ordinary evening when Areago asked Cilain  
about his powers, the genetic abilites of each Kel.  It felt odd  
to ask, because neither of them had discussed it before.    
    
   With a simple question, it had begun.  From that moment, the  
first instant he had seen the sorrow, the weary sadness on  
Cilain's face, he loved him.  Cilain first spoke of his friends,  
his family, and his Energy.  He warned Areago that he couldn't  
get too close, that every time he'd ever gotten close to someone  
he'd been hurt-- that they had wanted his power, and not his  
heart.   
  

     "You've been hurt every time?"  Areago asked him (repressing  
his other question, which was,  Aren't we close already?').  
    
   A small, silent nod was Cilain's response.  "It makes me  
insecure.  I never know if someone wants me for who I am, or what  
I can do."  He frowned and looked down, seeming frustrated.  "You  
know what I mean, right?"  When he glanced back up, his  
expression was enough to melt Areago's chilled heart.  The feline  
was so attractive, but so gentle.  A mild anxiety lay across his  
eyebrows, and below, the question swam in his eyes, those  
beautiful blue eyes.  
    
   What Areago told him next stuck in Cilain's mind for years  
afterwards.     
  
   "An asset like your power would fill the minds of only those  
who couldn't understand anything else.  It turns their eyes green  
with envy and greed.  They can't know anything else.  They aren't  
rejecting you.  They don't even see you."  With that, he reached  
out, ran a finger under Cilain's chin, and smiled.  "Of course, I  
don't see how they could miss these exquisite blue gems you call  
eyes."  
    
   Areago had reached out to him.  Cilain took Areago's hand in  
his own, and squeezed lightly.  Not breaking his gaze, he leaned  
forward a little.     
  

     "You're like no one else, Areago.  I'm . . .  wondering if  
you're real!"  He smiled, but his eyes were glistening with  
tears.    
    
   Inside his chest, Areago's heart beat faster.  He could feel  
tears of his own pushing at him, trying to work their way out.   
He hadn't felt friendship or affection in such a long time, and  
this person before him, his friend, was in so much pain.    
    
   His eyes finally glassed over, and he said, with trembling  
voice and hands, "If nothing else in this world, I am real, my  
friend.  For you, I am real."  He reached out with his other  
hand, and Cilain immediately clasped it.  Silence followed for a  
few moments, as they stared, unable to understand their feelings,  
or the strange, intoxicating emotions that hung in the air.  In  
that moment Cilain realized he loved Areago.  
    
   Slowly, hesitantly, Areago stood, and Cilain followed suit.   
They stepped out of the tavern to find it was no longer late  
evening but early morning.  There was no reality for them. Time  
had fallen away like a second skin, and their surroundings were  
distant-- miles away.  The two companions left the bar then, and  
stepped into the crisp morning air.    
    
   "Ci," Areago said.  He had unconsciously nicknamed him this  
about an hour ago.  "I'm exhausted."  
    
   Cilain nodded, and smiled a little. He didn't quite know why  
he couldn't stop grinning, though somewhere within him, he felt  
the reason.  No one had ever taken the time to nickname him, or  
to treat his name with any sort of affection.  No one had cared  
for him enough to show it.     
  

     "So am I, I'm afraid," he told his new friend.    
    
   The felines stood side by side, two white figures on a dark  
road.  Without hesitation, or even their foreknowledge, they  
clasped their hands together.  Their fingers entwined, two silky  
furred arms brushing gently together.  Areago gave Cilain's hand  
a gentle squeeze, and found it felt very nice to touch, to feel  
something yielding but firm and alive within his grasp.     
  
   "We can go back to my home, and talk more, if you'd like," he  
said.  He had never offered such a thing before, but it seemed  
right, necessary.   
  
   With a relieved sigh, Cilain nodded.  "I'd like that.  I was  
afraid we'd have to . . .  say goodbye."  He stood, looking up  
into Areago's amber eyes.  He brought the tiger's hand to his  
chest, and pressed it to his heart.   
  
   Areago's expression became serene, placid.  He placed a hand  
on Cilain's large, round shoulder, and ran his fingers up the  
feline's neck, clawtips disappearing in snowy fur, and then  
gently caressing Cilain's face.     
  

     "My friend, I promise you," he said, with a low, quiet voice,  
"I will never leave you."  Something burned inside him.  He meant  
those words with every part of himself.  Cilain's vibrant blue  
eyes gazed at him with some new understanding.  His free hand  
rested gently on his companion's hip, and ran lightly over his  
side.  There were no more words; none were needed.  There was  
something between them, some tingling magnetism.  Then it was no  
longer between them but inside them, for Areago leaned closer to  
Cilain, and their bodies touched.  Neither knew what to expect,  
but it was so natural, so right.  Cilain felt the large, warm  
body of the tigercat rest against him, and he shivered, despite  
the heat.    
    
   "Areago--" he whispered softly.  
    
   "Shhh," came his reply.  Areago leaned down, and his furry  
muzzle grazed lightly over Cilain's.  His whiskers tickled  
lightly at Cilain's as their lips pressed together.  The touch,  
the warmth, and the tenderness were all shadowed now beneath  
something more, something like music.  It ran through their  
bodies, a rhythm all their own.  Areago felt something  
reminiscent of fear, but much more desirable, and it fulfilled  
him.  
    
   They parted a little, and their gazes met once again, but  
there was a subtle, yet raging heat between them.  Cilain looked  
at Areago through lidded eyes.  "What are we doing?" he asked  
softly, in a gentle whisper.   
  

     A smile came to Areago's lips.  "That was a kiss, my friend."   
Then the smile faded a little, and his expression became  
thoughtful.  "I've only seen it done between male and female.  I  
don't think males do this often, or . . . ever."   
  
   Cilain blinked, and raised his eyebrows.  "Why not?  It feels  
so nice."   
  
   Areago shrugged, and then slid his arms around Cilain's body,  
bringing them into a very intimate embrace.    
    
   "Does it matter?" he whispered softly into one of Cilain's  
black ears.  Cilain's ears were the only things on him that  
weren't ivory white.  Before he could answer, Areago kissed him  
again, this time parting his lips slightly.   
  
   Cilain moaned softly, and his fingers splayed on Areago's  
back, pulling their bodies more firmly together.  He didn't know  
why, but this felt so good, so warm.  There was something inside  
him now, responding to these kisses, awakening at the feeling of  
this body next to him.  Their mouths were in constant motion now,  
lips seeking out one another, pressing and withdrawing.  Areago's  
breath was warm and sweet.  Cilain breathed it in with his scent,  
and he felt dizzy.  His knees weakened a little, as he struggled  
to speak and kiss at the same time.    
    
   "What's . . .  mmm.... what's happen . . .  mmmph . . .   
happening, Areago?"  
    
   The tigercat found he wouldn't stop kissing either.  Perhaps  
he could, but he just intensely didn't want to.  He needed to  
kiss Cilain.  He could feel a deeper need, something warmer-- no,  
hotter, scorching, inside him.  There was some hazy need to get  
closer to Cilain, but he no more understood it than the one he  
felt it for.   
    
   "I... ohhmmm . . .  I don't know . . .  uhmmmph . . . "   
  

     Pressing a hand to Areago's throat, Cilain pulled away a  
little, regretfully.  His eyes were terrified, but the fear was  
masked, distorted by something else, something much stronger and  
yet so subtle it could be read as sleepiness.  It was, for the  
first time, desire.  All of these things passed between them, in  
unspoken expression.    
    
   When Cilain spoke, his voice was low and husky.  "Areago--" he  
stopped, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.  He began  
again.  "We should get inside.  I'm a little . . . frightened,  
but I like this.  I really, really like this."  
    
   There was nothing more he needed to say.  There were more  
words inside him, waiting to come out, but they would tear the  
delicate fabric of the moment.    
    
   Areago nodded, and placed a finger gently on Cilain's muzzle  
to silence him.  Then, Areago felt his own knees weaken as Cilain  
parted his lips, and slowly engulfed the finger with his soft,  
wet mouth.  He seemed a little surprised himself, but there was a  
shared consciousness between them, and it throbbed, beating like  
their pounding hearts.  It drove fear from both of them, leaving  
only need, and passion.    
    
   Areago realized for the first time, as the dawn was born that  
morning, that he lusted for Cilain.  His body needed him.  He  
felt the feline's warm, velvet tongue swirl around his digit, and  
the teeth nibble gently as he withdrew it, and then the tingling  
was very tangible, coming to life where his legs met, firming  
against Cilain's thigh.  They both shuddered now, and in their  
eyes was realization.    
    
   Areago whispered several words harshly into the air, and  
touched the sky with his mind.  His only inheirtance from his  
mother, save his white fur, was his ability to teleport.  For  
once it came in handy.  He willed them to no longer be here, but  
in his home, and everything began to fade away except for the  
silken touch, the beating heart, and the heated gaze between  
them.  Around them the world disappeared, and it was them and  
only them.  They were shifting from the outside air to Areago's  
bedroom.  Perhaps a few minutes ago Areago would have taken them  
to his living room, but now there was no question.  
    
   Very gradualy reality took hold once again, and they were  
standing in Areago's room.  It was rather typical of a tigercat's  
apartment; the carpet was midnight black, and, besides many green  
plants and small potted trees, the only thing in the room was a  
massive pile of satin cloth and feathers.  This was undoubtedly  
his bed.   
    
   Areago stepped back gently, and cool air seemed to swallow  
Cilain up.  He felt alone again, and a melancholy loss as the  
warm body pulled away from him.  He smiled though, to his new  
friend, and, to his surprise, he yawned.  He realized how  
incredibly exhausted he was, as everything caught up with him.   
His eyes watered in response a little, and it made him feel  
generally sleepy.  Teleporting the way they had was known for  
taking a great deal of energy, and it often left the travelers  
tired afterwards.  
    
   Areago, still holding his Cilain's hand, grinned at this.  "I  
am tired as well, my friend.  Let's get some sleep, and we can  
discuss . . . other matters later," he said, sounding a little  
weary himself.  
    
   Casting a long look at Areago's bed, Cilain chuckled.  "Is  
that thing as soft and comfy as it looks?"  To his dismay, he  
felt incredibly cute, and he had a hard time hiding it.  He did  
not want to be cute, and so he was a little embarrassed.   
Cuteness was a childish thing, and Cilain was certainly no child.   
Still, all he wanted to do was curl up, have a nice nap, and  
purr.   
  

     His friend's smile only broadened, and, if he noticed any  
cuteness, he was kind enough not to say so.  He pulled Cilain to  
his side, and began to walk them toward the bed.    
    
   "Lay down and find out," he said softly.  
    
   Cilain nodded, and collapsed into what felt like a pile  
heaven.  The satin curled around his body.  It felt so incredibly  
comfortable!  He gazed up at Areago, and felt strangely at home.  
Before he knew what was happening, the striped feline was  
kneeling down, and laying next to him.  By now they were both  
purring loudly.  
    
   Areago rolled onto his back, and Cilain rested his head on the  
tigercat's chest.  In a few moments they were both drifting off  
blissfully into the world of dreams, together.  Neither of them  
really knew how they had come together, only that situations had  
put them there, and that it felt right.     
  
   The last thing Cilain would remember thinking before he fell  
asleep was that it felt nice to curl up next to Areago's purring  
body, and that there was nowhere in the world he'd rather be.   
Nowhere in the whole world.   
  

     Sleep came easily and deeply for both of them, and they both  
began to dream before long, of their lives, their futures,  
symbolisms, prophecies, and the like.  Curled up against one  
another, they both relaxed.  Their bodies settled into a state of  
slow breathing and heartbeat, passing the hours away in silent  
sleep.   
    
   However, somewhere along the line Cilain began to have a  
nightmare.  It shook his dreams, rending them apart, and then  
twisting what was left into a series of pains and sorrows.   
Images of loneliness, death, pain and sadness tore through his  
thoughts, slithering, burning into his gentle state of slumber.   
His body fidgeted a little, and his sleepy smile turned into  
first a painful wince, then a grimace of terror.  
    
   Without warning, he sat bolt upright, awake, with the words,   
this has to end' reverberating through his thoughts.  It suddenly  
made sense.  Yes, this all had to end, and he would eventually be  
returned to the lonely pit he'd managed to peek out of for the  
moment.  It would all end.  Areago would go away, and it would be  
over.  
    
   Before he quite knew what was happening, he was weeping over  
the loss of his new friend, even as Areago was waking up and  
trying to comfort him.   
  

     "Ci?" he asked groggily, though very concerned.  "What's the  
matter?"  He sat up, his stripes rippling over his strong body as  
he moved.  He slid a protective arm around Cilain, pulling the  
cat's trembling body close to him.  Cilain could only cry, and so  
he continued, softly,  "Please, my dear friend, tell me why  
you're crying."  
    
   The care, the tenderness in Areago's voice made Cilain nearly  
frantic.  Was he going to lose him now, even after he sounded so  
warm, so compassionate?  How was he going to deal with that?    
  
   Still, he managed to pull himself together.  It was terrifying  
to say aloud, as if releasing a demon from pandora's box.  
  
   "I'm . . . I'm afraid you're going to leave me behind," he  
said between sobs, and collapsed into the tiger's lap, shaking  
weakly.   
  
   Areago's eyes widened, and suddenly he was very awake.  Leave  
him?  He was bordering on telling the cat he-- no.  He'd think  
about that later.  Right now he needed to comfort him, and  
reassure him.  "Never," he soothed, stroking Cilain's head,  
rubbing between his dark ears lightly.  "Never in all eternity  
shall I leave your side."  His touch was tender, and his voice  
sounded surprisingly gentle, even in his own ears.  
  

     Very slowly, Cilain sat up and faced Areago once again.  His  
eyes were red with tears, and his chin quivered a little.  "They  
all have," he said softly, almost inaudibly.  "Everyone else.  My  
whole life has been full of pain.  One terrible sadness after  
another."  
  
   The tiger placed a hand on Cilain's cheek, and gazed into his  
eyes.  "Share them with me," he murmured, sounding almost  
nervous.  "P-please."   
  
   Cilain was clearly stunned.  "What?" he asks, too startled to  
remember he was crying.  
  
   "I know you Kel have . . . " he paused, thinking over what he  
was about to say.  It wasn't rational to ask someone to share  
their worst failures with him, especially Cilain, who guarded his  
sadness so carefully.  Yet he continued.  ". . . empathic  
abilities.  Open yourself, Ci."  He gripped the cat's shoulders,  
firmly with excitement, though not painfully.  "Show me."  
  
   Reality seemed to break off, and Cilain only nodded slowly.   
He put a hand up, palm facing the tiger, and Areago met it with  
his own, almost without his foreknowledge.  Their fingers slowly  
entwined, as they clasped to one another, eyes still locked, each  
now holding a piece of the other's soul.  Cilain opened himself  
slowly, parting the door just a crack, letting loose some of the  
demons that plagued his soul.  The demons were of memory, a  
phantasmagoria of tragedy, roiling and searing his emotions as  
they spilled out over him, and, through his link, into Areago as  
well.  
  

     He watched the tigercat's breath hitch in his chest, and his  
eyes grow distant as he suddenly saw everything.  The female who  
had held him close to her while he slept at nights, who told him  
he was a beautiful cat, who smelled of lavender, who had  
eventually scowled at him and shunned him when he kept his  
special power from her.  The playmate, who had, from birth, been  
his best friend, but who had tried to kill him last year, insane  
with jealousy and hatred for his abilities.  
  
   They saw it together, as one, as the memories were played  
back, each instant of heartbreak and loneliness, of separation  
and alienation.  It hurt Cilain as an old wound will ache at  
times, but to Areago it was like slicing deeply into flesh for  
the very first time.  Cilain wanted him to stop, because it was  
hurting him, but part of him needed this.  Part of him needed to  
share this torment, this burning emptiness.  Twice he begged  
Areago to stop, to let him take the pain back, but the tiger  
refused, insisting on sharing it all.  He would not say why.   
  

     Instinctively, Cilain's arms curled around Areago's body, and  
pulled him close.  It felt good, the strong, intimate touch of  
the tigercat's large body around him.  They both cried now,  
weeping for the things in life they would never do.  In that  
moment Cilain and Areago lost themselves in one another.  Echoes  
of the emotions they shared would stay in their hearts long after  
the pain had retreated back to the deep recesses of their  
memories.  The bond was becoming stronger, tying their hearts  
together.    
    
   For over an hour they held one another, sometimes picking out  
a painful nerve, and weeping, sometimes just whispering softly  
about how they needed one another, about how crying together is  
so much better than crying alone.  Very gradually, the pain ran  
dry, every drop of it exposed and in the open, and their bond  
strengthened, drew closer, leaving both of them feeling cleansed  
at facing the old, rotten memories.  
    
   "Does this ease your fears, my love?" Areago asked softly,  
when he felt it appropriate to speak.  "Do you feel more secure  
now?"   
  

     There was a long pause, and, even now, Cilain shook his head,  
his voice raw with emotion.  "No, it doesn't.  You've seen how  
often I've been deserted, and how jaded it's made me."  
    
   That statement held no surprise for Areago, who had been left  
nearly as many times as Cilain himself.  "I am not like them," he  
replied softly, gazing with searching tenderness into the cat's  
blue eyes.  "My feelings for you are different."  
    
   There were fear and uncertainty in Cilain's eyes.  "How?" he  
asked simply.  
    
   His response came in three words, three words that had never  
been spoken to him in his life.  Areago said, "I love you."   
There were tears in his eyes, and he seemed about to cry again  
himself.  Areago.  Strong, resilient Areago.  
    
   Silence followed for a few long moments, and with each passing  
second Cilain drew closer to the conclusion he had been working  
toward since the night before.  "I love you, too," he said  
breathlessly.  They kissed then.  There was no other way, they  
both knew.  This kiss was quite unlike any they'd shared before.   
It drew out something very strong in Cilain, something he could  
recognize only as overwhelming love, driven by rushing emotion  
and not simply lust.  Love is stronger than sex, and they both  
felt it in those moments.   
  

     For a long time afterwards they lay there in each other's  
arms.  Cilain took his time, and carefully examined Areago's  
body, from the large frame and the gentle thudding of the heart  
inside his chest, to the way his striped fur spilled over his  
shoulders.  Areago was beautiful, strong, and yet yielding and  
warm.  He was perfect, as for as Cilain was concerned.  He had  
helped take something horrible away.  
    
   The pain didn't seem to hurt like before.  It began to dawn on  
him that, for the first time in his life, he could share his  
sadness with someone, and that that made it bearable.  Someone  
else knew of his pain!  Someone would understand what he meant  
now, when he explained how terrible it was.   
  
   He held Areago, with his silent pride, his quiet strength, and  
sighed.  "I don't feel the same anymore, Areago.  I'm . . .  
different now."  The words just didn't seem to form.  The  
feelings were ready to burst out, if he could only articulate  
them!  
    
   Amber eyes searched his expression.  "How are you different,  
my friend?" Areago asked, smoothing Cilain's whiskers back  
against his muzzle with one hand.  They didn't stay back;  
whiskers never did, but it was a gesture of affection.  They lay  
on the bed now, on their sides, holding one another loosely,  
sharing a warm gaze, thinking similar thoughts.   
  

     Cilain struggled to put his emotions into words.  If the right  
words didn't come immediately, he just kept talking until they  
did.  "I've felt a lot of pain in my life.  I've been alone, and  
no one seems to understand me.  I didn't know if I could share my  
pain with someone."  He paused, and tried to form his next two  
sentences carefully, "What I'm trying to say, I suppose, is thank  
you.  I can relate to someone now, where I never could before."   
He smiled, triumphant at last!  
    
   An amused grin had settled on Areago's lips, and he ran his  
fingers through the fur on Cilain's side.  The poor kitten was  
trying everything he could to tell him one simple thing.  He  
wasn't alone anymore.  Though the words didn't matter so much,  
did they?  He understood exactly what Cilain meant, even before  
he said it.  Areago believed that physical expressions of  
affection often outweighed verbal ones.  
    
   "I'm glad, Cilain," he replied simply.  His fingers smoothed  
back those whiskers again, and he moved a little closer to him.   
"Come here," he whispered softly to the cat, motioning him over.  
    
   Eagerly the housecat slid into the Areago's open arms.  They  
gazed at one another, occasionally touching a chin or caressing  
an ear.  Areago ran his finger's over Cilain's chest, and down  
his stomach.  "You have a very nice body," he said softly.  
    
   Cilain cocked his head.  "So do you," he told him, smiling.   
"You're taller than I am, you know."  
    
   That was very amusing.  Areago couldn't help chuckling a  
little.  "I'd sacrifice my extra inches in height for softer  
features."   
  

     An odd thought came to Cilain's mind.  It made sense, and it  
felt like the right thing to say.  "If you did, I'd have to lean  
down to . . . to kiss your mouth."  It seemed an innocent enough  
statement, because it was true, but he found himself blushing,  
and feeling rather warm.  
    
   "Height makes no difference when we're laying down," Areago  
whispered.  Not breaking his gaze with Cilain, he touched his  
nose to the Kel's, and tilted his head some, pressing their lips  
firmly together.  Oh, that felt so good!  The lips were a very  
sensitive area, very tender. It was something very intimate to  
touch yours to a friend's.  It felt strangely hot and tingly.   
  
   Cilain enjoyed the sensation, and he found himself easing into  
Areago's curves, sliding into his arms.  Hips, stomachs and  
chests pressed tightly together in one fluid motion.  He tilted  
his head a little, and parted his lips, allowing his tongue to  
slip out occasionally.  He hoped that perhaps Areago would-- ah,  
yes, he was doing it, too!  Their kisses were wetter, warmer now.   
The breath of his friend filled him once again, setting his  
senses on edge.     
  

     He began to kiss more with his tongue, easing it over Areago's  
lips very gradually, tasting his furry muzzle.  Soon their  
tongues began to graze one another, and that was SO wonderful.   
Cilain put one hand behind Areago's neck, and slid his tongue  
into the foreign warmth of his mouth.  His tongue danced with his  
friend's, running over it, feeling the slightly rough texture,  
and tasting the odd taste.    
    
   They lay there for some time, their forms pressed tightly  
together, and their jaw muscles working as their mouths searched  
one another.  They were in their own world, two rapidly beating  
hearts and minds, exploring a new pleasure they'd never dreamed  
existed  They were all that mattered; everything else vanished.   
There was no pain, no past, no future, no meaning to anything  
outside of their two bodies. Cilain found bliss running his  
tongue over Areago's impressive fangs.  He was fascinated by  
their shape, and their sharpness.     
  
   Areago began to feel an uncomfortable heaviness between his  
legs.  Something was happening to his furry sheath.  It was  
becoming warm, and thick.  It felt a little uncomfortable, until  
--when he pressed it against Cilain's thigh, when he ground his  
hips against his friend's it fulfilled some need he hadn't  
realized he had.  He realized this even as he was kissing Cilain.   
  

     Cilain noticed this as well, and moaned softly, pulling  
regretfully out of the kiss.  He found, to his dismay, that he  
was completely breathless.  "What's that?" he asked, motioning to  
Areago's thickening sheath.  "What's going on down there?"  
    
   Areago shrugged.  "I haven't a clue.  It just . . . did that."   
He pressed it once more against Cilain, and this time slid up a  
little, pulling his sheath down, just a bit.  This brought a  
groan from deep in his chest, and a gasp as his erection slid out  
from within the furriness, into view.  It wasn't particularly  
frightening, but it surprised both of them.  It looked smooth and  
pink, pressing up into Cilain's tummyfur.    
    
   With one finger Cilain reached down and stroked it,  
hesitantly.  Areago immediately made a stifled sound.    
    
   "Yesss . . ."   
    
   Everything seemed to change then, spinning on some invisible  
axis, twisting the situation into something less innocent.   
Cilain looked into Areago's eyes with some new intent, though he  
had no idea what it was.  He knew it was there, however, and he  
intended to see it through.  He smiled, though his voice was low,  
and trembling.    
    
   "You like that, don't you?" he whispered.  A quick nod from  
Areago encouraged him.  
    
   He was giving his friend pleasure, he knew that much, and by  
the look on his face, that expression that was so deceivingly  
near a grimace, he knew it was fairly strong pleasure.  He closed  
his hand around the shaft, and found it very warm to the touch.   
Although he hadn't the slightest idea what to do with it, he knew  
that contact was important.    
    
   He slid his hand up and down its length, and queried Areago.   
"What does this feel like?"  
    
   There was a deep, strong purr rumbling in the tigercat's  
chest, and his eyes remained nearly shut.  "In--incredible," he  
grunted.  "Like . . .  like flying."  
    
   Cilain moved a little faster, fingers and palm gliding over  
the smooth flesh easily.  He looked into Areago's eyes, and  
leaned forward to kiss him.  This also seemed right, because the  
tiger began to lap eagerly, fiercely at his mouth.  His tongue  
was suckled in Areago's mouth, as he shivered all over.   Cilain  
found himself unprepared for this, and his hand faltered on  
Areago's erection.  Almost immediately it was guided back to its  
ministrations.  It brought a strange lightheadedness over Cilain,  
and he wondered if the thickness in his own sheath would yield  
forth a similar result.  He broke the kiss to look down, and yes,  
it was firming up.  His sheath looked heavy and larger now, as a  
long length of flesh began to poke out, into the cool air.   
  

     Five fingers curled around the shaft, squeezed gently, and  
Cilain thought the pleasure would destroy him.  He closed his  
eyes, and his mouth slowly dropped open.  Areago's hand was firm,  
but not painful or rough.  He worked the penis in his grip with  
such tenderness and dexterity, tightening his hold, then  
loosening, gliding over it with his fingers.  Cilain found  
himself pushing his hips forward, grinding his prick into the  
warmth of the tigercat's fingers.    
  
   Cilain encouraged Areago by increasing the speed at which he  
stroked the erection in his own hand.  The tigercat grunted  
loudly, driving his hips forward, and his erection throbbed once,  
and again.  Cilain opened his eyes at this, and he noticed a look  
of shock and distress on Areago's face.    
  
   "Ohhh . . . ohhhhh Ci . . .  don't stop . . .  I'm going . . .   
ohhhh . . .  to . . . OHhhh!" the tigercat whispered huskily. He  
hugged Cilain's body very tightly to his own.  He knew  
instinctually that he was coming to some sort of climax  
    
   His whole body shook as he held Cilain so tightly.  His strong  
heart pounded in his chest, and his breath came in long gasps.   
His prick was spasming, and actually squirting something against  
Cilain's body.  Hot jets of some sticky juice gushed from his  
cocktip.  It alarmed him, but it felt so good!  Some tension  
inside him was releasing itself, and at the same time he thought  
it would cause him to faint.  The liquid was warm, invading their  
fur, running down between his legs.  
    
   "Areago, what're you doing?" Cilain whimpered to the grunting  
tigercat.  He also felt the warmth liquid spurting into this fur.   
The realization began to dawn on him that they were doing  
something very private, expressing themselves in a way that only  
loved ones used.  They were, in a sense, mating, though certainly  
no offspring were going to result.  
    
   Areago groaned deeply, feeling waves of hot pleasure run  
through him.  It subsided a little, though something inside him  
was still clenching, tightening spasmodically.  He pulled back a  
little, and looked into Cilain's worried eyes.  The worry  
disappeared slowly, until something unmistakable, and yet so  
foreign remained.  It was love, tainted with fear, but love  
nonetheless!   
  

     He kissed Cilain's lips tenderly, and then openly.  Areago  
wanted to comfort him so much with his strength, and his  
caresses.  He wanted to look into Cilain's eyes and tell him not  
to worry, that they would always be together, that he would never  
hurt him.  The words were too much, though.  He kissed with his  
heart, everything inside him pouring into his motions, and for a  
while there was nothing but that kiss.  Then it ended, slowly and  
regretfully.  The tigercat lay Cilain's body back on the bed, and  
he fondly caressed the feline's chest.  Kneeling over him, he  
examined the wet fur below the Kel's tummy.     
  
   Cilain smiled.  "You've covered me in . . . something."  He  
laughed softly at this.    
    
   A mischievous grin spread across the tigercat's muzzle.   
"That," he said proudly, "is the product of a feline's lust.  You  
should be honored, my friend."   
  
   Cilain nodded.  "I am, but now I'm also pretty sticky."   
  
   Areago giggled fitfully at this, laughing at some joke Cilain  
didn't understand.  He knelt down and began to lick over the soft  
fur of Cilain's stomach, grooming it carefully.  Above him the  
Kel began to laugh now.   
  

     "Areago, that tickles!"  
    
   This made the tigercat grin, and lick faster, his big tongue  
swiping over the silky curves.  Then, as he lowered a bit, he  
began to actually taste the juice he had splattered on his  
friend's body.  It wasn't sweet, or bitter, but salty.  In any  
case, it wasn't unpleasant, and it had to be cleaned from  
Cilain's fur.  It was interesting to explore one's body with his  
mouth, and he began to slow down, and enjoy the task.  He kissed  
at Cilain's thighs, as he slurped up more of the strange liquid.    
    
   For some time he cleaned Ci's fur, and with each passing  
moment the ecstasy, the hope that possibly he wouldn't be alone  
began to form in his mind.  Could they possibly find with one  
another what they had been denied so many times before?  Could  
the memories they were building now carry with them in a new  
life, beginning now?  He prayed they could.    
    
   They had been two lonely kittens, two diamonds in the rough,  
finally joining hands and facing the loneliness, delving into the  
infinite blackness without fear.  Perhaps a friend, a companion  
is all one needs to conquer any problem.  Perhaps then one sets  
aside fear and replaces it with their loved one.  Perhaps only  
then can one be free.  
  

 

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