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The Cohen Icosahedron

Chapter 9

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Kaiden wasn't sure whether he or Tral was more surprised to see the Ilsit, but the novelty of it wore off for the Viddin first. Rolling with wings flopping, the Human's gryphon classmate managed to extricate himself from beneath Kaiden and fall onto the floor next to the sofa, cawing out in Viddin "You're supposed to stay in your room when you're here, Zithing!"

The young man just continued staring at the humanoid lizard, who didn't slow in the least with setting the table in the living room with a plate and cutlery in front of the chair. As it worked, the Ilsit spoke. "Sn xyg ssnth hysstyk, Tryl."

The Ilsit language was strange, full of hissing consonants and lacking any real sense of vowel sounds. It took a moment, but Kaiden realized that he heard the creature distinctly say Tral's name, albeit, with the 'a' sounding much more like an 'i' sound, thus the name sounded eerily like 'Trill'. His Viddin classmate quickly stepped between them, spreading his wings as he faced Kaiden with a decidedly uncomfortable expression on his beak. Letting out a sigh, the Human put all of his willpower into the act of not laughing as he calmly declared "I think it's a little late for that, 'Trill'... I can see your... um... roommate?"

Wings drooping, Tral lilted in place, ultimately sinking to the floor as he let out the same curse as when he'd first seen the Ilsit, granted, in a much more defeatist tone, switching back to English after the expression of dismay. "Khwah... I'm gonna be in SO much trouble."

Zithing looked back toward the both of them, needly teeth on display again as his serpentine tail swayed behind him amiably. "Yh! Ynglysh! Y lyrnyd symy Ynglysh."

The Ilsit's follow up statement sounded distinctly different from its first statement, leaving Kaiden to wonder if it was speaking an entirely different language. Tral, however, was nowhere near impressed. "Yeah, Zithing, I know you speak English... but that doesn't mean you're supposed to be seen by Humans."

The little creature strolled back into the kitchen, his steps seeming somehow clumsy and yet graceful at the same time; Kaiden attributed it to the counter-point movement of the lizard's tail. Once back near the stove, Zithin climbed up onto a step stool and used a spatula to stir whatever was in the frying pan. "Yyy syyd yyy nyydyd hylp mykyng syry yyyr hymyn clyssmyty sy thyt ys whyt Y ym dyyng."

Only once that jumble of a statement had a chance to bounce around in his ears did Kaiden realize what was going on. "He's speaking English!"

Both the Viddin and the Ilsit glanced his way and the lizard wagged its tail, speaking aside to Tral "Ynd thyy syy yyy yry thy slyw yny..."

The gryphon snorted, brushing off what was likely an aborted laugh as he looked back to Kaiden with-- was that adoration? The glance lingered for only a moment. "No... he just wasn't ready to see you... Humans aren't supposed to without clearance and you know that."

Zithing turned around, passing the spatula to his tail, which had no trouble wielding it, the tip wrapping around the handle to keep the contents of the pan moving. Cocking his head to the side, the Ilsit announced "Ynd hy ys nyt slyw?"

Tral looked back to Kaiden, giving a double-clack of his beak in disagreement before saying "No... he's one of the smartest Humans I know."

The statement left Kaiden with a blush to his cheeks, but he pushed past that, taking a step forward. "He talks really fast and I'm having a hard time understanding him... but why do I get the feeling that I'm being insulted?"

Zithing let out what almost sounded like squeaking trill, jumping off the step stool as he rushed his way over to the table, adding the contents of the pan to the plate situated in front of the chair. As he did so, he looked at Kaiden with an unmistakable smile. "Yh! Hys pynys ys yn thy yytsydy.... yt ys yvyn stryngyr thyn yyyr pynys, Tryl!"

Tral nodded thoughtfully. "It took me time to get used to the thought of it too, Zithing... I think that's why they normally wear clothes."

The statement bounced around in Kaiden's head for several seconds as he tried to piece together the conversation, but it all clicked into place when Tral mentioned clothes; he suddenly realized that he was still naked. Grabbing his discarded clothes from the ground, the realization clicked. "He said Pynys... like pinis... penis! He was talking about my-- my penis, wasn't he?" He immediately felt his face flush deeply in a blush.

It took some doing to make sense of the Ilsit's strange pronunciations but the more he heard Zithing speak the easier it was to translate in his head. True, the little lizard was speaking English, but he had obvious trouble with vowels. Tral remained where he was, head tilted slightly as Kaiden rushed to get dressed. Rather than comment on the Human's discovery, Tral instead said "I happen to like your penis, Classmate... even if it is naked without a sheath."

Zithing commented on that and, thankfully, Kaiden was finally getting better at understanding him. "It must be as strange for you as yours is to me, Tral. You have a sheath, and he has nothing but... it!"

Rather than continue to linger on talk of genitals, Kaiden realized he'd have to push the discussion into a different, more meaningful direction. "What's an Ilsit doing here at the Centre, Tral?"

The Viddin's nares reddened and he lowered his head slightly in obvious embarrassment. "Well... like I said: sometimes Zithing helps me with... things."

Glancing to the seemingly happy reptile, Kaiden observed him heading back to the kitchen to retrieve a tray almost half his size from the oven. "I can see that... and apparently you have him making breakfast."

Zithing let out a grunt, hoisting the tray onto the table and then meticulously cracked every knuckle in each of his talons before looking back to Kaiden with that eerie, seemingly endless smile. "I like helping... I saw that dinner was all eaten. Did you like it?"

Rather than address the question, Kaiden focused more on the fact that he was talking with real life Ilsit. "We could all get in a LOT of trouble if they find out you're here..."

The lizard's tail curled slightly, looking for a moment almost like a question mark behind him, and then it lashed out in what almost looked like a dismissive hand gesture. "No. Ilsit can go where they want on Plateau Earth. Human Majors asked that we not show ourselves, but the Viddin make the rules on this Earth, and the Ilsit have been here for millenia."

Kaiden was taken aback. "Majors? You mean the military is--?"

Tral interjected. "Not 'majors' like a military rank, Kaiden... it's a term for those in charge. It's a specific kind of Ilsit."

Zithing approached the two of them, lashing out with his tail to poke at Tral several times as he spoke chidingly. "You are telling a Human about Ilsit-- careful, Tral, or you will get in trouble. Zyszyszyszyszyszyszys...."

The sound the little lizard made following the words was, despite being alien to the Human, unmistakably goading. The Ilsit figurative and literally ruffled the large Viddin's feathers. Tral made a lazy swipe at Zithing before saying "Okay... breakfast's done. Go back to your room you kyssaakhu."

It was a mild insult among the Viddin, but a friendly one, and Kaiden was pleased to see that Zithing responded to it in a pleasant manner. Lingering in a side doorway, the Ilsit's slit-pupil eyes glanced first at the gryphon then to Kaiden and then to the sofa. "I will clean everything up after the two of you go to class."

The Human's face immediately flushed, tingling so strongly that he was almost certain that he was glowing red due to blushing so hard. Tral, on the other hand, sounded as though he was doubling down as he trotted to the table and his lounging sofa. "Yeah? You're just lucky I didn't have any Xys or it could have been MUCH worse!"

Zithing's tail closed the door behind him, but not before his shout came out first. "I have a fresh jar in the bathing room. Just save me some if you use it."

Kaiden had no idea what 'Xys' was, or what the Ilsit's response had such a profound affect on his Viddin classmate, but Tral was looking at him with almost hungry eyes, sheath so full that it was already starting to spill over. The gryphon must have realized that he was staring; quickly looking away, Tral fluffed out his feathers, climbing onto his lounging sofa with purpose. He then announced with overblown pomp and circumstance. "Okay... we should have breakfast now, Classmate!"

Even as the Human sat down across from his Viddin classmate Tral refused to look him in the eye, so obviously seeking to distract himself by staring at the foot in front of him that Kaiden couldn't help but ask. "Okay.. what's Xys?"

The number of expressions that crossed Tral's beak in a matter of two seconds was breathtaking but, even more than that, was the gryphon's helpless, almost desperate joke for a response. "The... um... opposite of zat?"

So unprepared for anything close to resembling a word game from the usually slow-on-the-uptake Viddin, Kaiden had to think for a moment what his classmate was talking about, and then it clicked. "Oh... 'xys' and 'zat'... 'this' and 'that'."

Tral responded with a sheepish smile and then quickly stuffed his beak with an over-sized hunk of breakfast meat. Once again, the food was definitely Plateau Earth in origin, but it was prepared in a surprisingly familiar manner, enough that whatever the random meat was, it smelled and looked surprisingly like ham. Kaiden looked down to his mean and cut a piece; the moment he put it in his mouth the flavor hit him like a fond memory: it WAS ham! The Human was so surprised his mind abandoned its line of questioning so he could ask Tral about it. "Tral... this tastes like ham. Is this ham?"

One drawback of living on Plateau Earth was the incredibly gamey flavor of all the meat. While dinner the prior night had gone a long way in disguising it with herbs and a nice sear, the breakfast had blown Kaiden's mind. Tral, obviously relieved to switch to a different topic than what had led to breakfast, clicked his beak in affirmative then swallowed the huge hunk of meat before answering. "Yes. There are animals to our south and east which are very similar to the boars of Land Earth. I wanted Zithing to make that for breakfast if you stayed the night, and he promised to have it ready before we went to class. The Humans who have tried both said that the animals here taste more like blood than they do on your world... but Zithing used a Human recipe to cure it... that's the right word, right? Cure? I didn't know that a flavor is considered a sickness."

Not only was Tral speaking quickly, but he was rambling; the out of character discussion with him pushed Kaiden back into his curiosity about the topic the Viddin chose to avoid. The Human set down his fork and stared across the table. "I don't know what has you so uncomfortable, Tral... especially after what we did last night, but if you don't tell me what Xys is I'll just ask someone else about it in cla--"

The fevered desperation in Tral's nervous squawk made Kaiden wince, both in surprise, and in how horrible it made him feel for having pushed his classmate to such a level of disquiet. The huge Viddin's nares were even more red as he quickly composed himself. Talons folded on the table in front of him next to his plate, the gryphon announced calmly and collectedly "I wish you would not do that, please."

The smooth, relaxed manner in which the request came out of the still-obviously flustered Viddin who was, in that moment, trying desperately not to come across as desperate and embarrassed almost broke Kaiden's tough-guy act and he barely managed to hold back a giggle, turning it into the clearing of his throat instead. "Then just tell me what it is and I'll stop asking. You can't just get into an argument with your Ilsit roommate and expect me to--"

The Viddin mumbled something out quickly through his beak, which barely moved as he pushed the answer out even as Kaiden was finishing his request to be informed. The only thing he actually caught out of it was the final few words of "-so I could mount you proper."

Those six words more than obvious enough as far as intent, but, lacking the prior portion of the explanation, Kaiden was left just as clueless as before, only far more surprised. "Whatever that stuff is, I don't think it'd help me survive something like that, Tral. I really like you, and I'm happy that we can do... stuff together... but I'm not sure that my body could manage a rutting Viddin of your size."

Having apparently overcome his initial reservations about being forthcoming and open, Tral idly scratched one of the meat chops on his plate as he spoke, tone still low, but voice a little louder. "That's what the Xys is for Hasst."

Kaiden didn't miss the fact that Tral had used that title for him again-- a dear, close friend. It made sense, all things considered, since the young man and the gryphon had been more than a LITTLE intimate the prior night but that, in and of itself brought up another question and, as he asked it, Kaiden couldn't keep the smirk off his face. "Wouldn't you say I'm more your Kawkikik at this point?"

Tral's beak split into a dreamy smile as all of the feathers circling his face puffed out. "Oh, Four-Clouds... I would like that very VERY much... but, no, Kaiden... you are not my Kawkikik... you are my Hasst... and that is good enough for me if that is all you want."

The term 'Four-Clouds' was a mild oath among the Viddin, referring to the four major groups of clouds that appeared in the sky. Putting down his fork, Kaiden leaned forward, eyeing his classmate. "What's that supposed to mean? Can't I already be your Kawkikik? You're mine... I... think?"

The huge gryphon licked his beak, which had just started to leak saliva, and he shook his head. "Not to me, Kaiden... I don't call many Hasst, but I do call you. I have not called any Kawkikik... not one. When I say things I mean things... and, yes... I do want you to be my Kawkikik. You are perfect in so many ways, and I would send all the hens away if I knew I had you to be mine."

The statement was completely Tral: clumsily romantic while also totally self-promoting. There were some elements in the gryphon's tone that reminded Kaiden of Prirn's puppylove crush but there was also an eerie, primal hunger lingering beneath the surface that came close to frightening the Human when Tral said the word 'mine'. Kaiden slid his chair back an inch as he tried to reason through the statement. "If you want me to be your Kawkikik, then why not just... call me your Kawkikik? I mean... last night we--"

Tral gazed across the table at him with a fixed stare so severe the young man couldn't help but feel intimidated. The words that came out of his beak were in English: clearly enunciated, calm, and direct. "I promised you that we go at YOUR pace, Hasst. I have enjoyed you touching me more than any other male, but I will not force you into anything... I will never force you. If you would let me have my way you would be laying on this table right now, rump presented, and I would have you slathered with Xys so I could rut you hard enough to make your belly round with my seed. THEN you would be my Kawkikik... my Takket... if I COULD give you my chicks you would be my mate."

The statement was undeniably heartfelt-- Kaiden could feel it in Tral's gaze. Viddin had certain tells when they lied, and those seeking to be taken seriously always made it a point to stare; Tral was staring so intently that the Human was starting to think that the gaze would burn a hole right through him. Still trying to come to grips with his classmate's obvious confession, the young man fell back to a slightly less interpersonal topic, cheeks burning with a blush. "So... that Xys stuff... it... it's like... lube... or something?"

Tral offered a blink in response, stare never leaving Kaiden. He spoke after licking his muzzle again. "Among the Ilsit, Majors are able to mate with Drones because of a chemical they produce... that chemical is Xys."

Despite what little Kaiden knew of the Ilsit he'd gained a passing familiarity with the two terms that Tral had used. "So... you mean a Drone-- like Zithing? And... and a Major is... like--" there was no easy way for him to express the size expectation of the largest of the Ilsit and, instead, he simply extended his arms as far apart as they could go, and even rose off his chair to stand on his tip-toes in an attempt to express size. In response, Tral simply clicked his beak to the affirmative. Kaiden responded with no small amount of surprise. "Wow."

The faintest hint of a smile returned to the Viddin's beak and he finally broke eye contact, returning his focus to the meat in front of him. Point made, Tral continued with his food. "Yes... wow."

They ate in silence for several minutes, but the lack of noise in the room belied the chaos in Kaiden's mind. Was his classmate really suggesting what it sounded like? Did the Ilsit have some kind of magic potion that would be able to let a Human be on the receiving end of penetrative sex with the largest of Viddin subspecies? He continued to mull that thought over in his mind, finally finishing his meal. The words escaped him before he could even second-guess the significance of the question to his classmate. "How do you know that Xys works on non-Ilsit?"

Tral's intense stare snapped up in a spit second, eyes zeroing in on Kaiden as if he were prey. The Viddin's answer was simple and direct. "I bred a Viddinan hen with it."

The statement was mind-blowing; as the largest subspecies of Viddin, Tral was far larger than a Viddinan, the smallest of the gryphons. Considering the hens were usually slightly smaller than the males, even trying to picture a classmate like Nittik with Tral still didn't to justice to what the size difference must have been. Kaiden was astounded, and probably should have been disgusted at the thought of what would have equated to being turned into a living condom with only slight exaggeration, but he couldn't stop the questions from coming. "And... you think it'd work on a Human?"

Tral's presentation as the insurmountable, intimidating hunter with primal hunger was dispelled in less than a second of hearing the question; the enormous Viddin somehow managed to fall off of his lounging sofa. An almost feeble, timid voice spoke up from the floor. "D-do you want to try? I- I mean... if you do, we-"

It was very difficult to interrupt a Viddin when they started talking but Kaiden had learned that shouting at the top of his lungs with a single word usually sufficed, so he went for that tactic. "STOP!"

Tral poked his head up above the lip of the table, closing his beak with an audible click. He blinked once, nares red and face feathers puffed out. Only once his classmate was silent did Kaiden clarify. "I'm not saying I will--" The Viddin's expression changed to downcast disappointment, but the Human didn't let that stop him. "-- but I'm also not saying 'no' either..."

The gryphon was back up on his lounging couch in a heartbeat, offering up a huge beaky grin, alternating between confident smirks and sheepish embarrassment. When he finally did speak he somehow managed to combine Viddin and Human non-verbal cues as he cawed out in an octave too high "Cool."

Rolling his eyes, Kaiden wondered for the dozenth time since class ended on Friday what he'd gotten himself into.

* * * * *

Class that day was just as interesting as any other day but Kaiden was distracted for most of it, enough that, toward the end of the morning session Nittik leaned over and murmured "Still trying to get your bearings after such a great weekend, eh, Classmate?"

He honestly hadn't needed the randy Gryphon's reminder of everything that had transpired; he was still plenty sore from the exertions of Saturday night, and had some tenderness from the unexpected flight on Sunday. More than that, however, Kaiden had countless thoughts fighting for his attention. He was surrounded by all of his classmates and, perhaps it was only his imagination, but they were all staring at him throughout the lessons expectantly. Those nearest him were snuggled up even closer than usual and, unless he was mistaken, Instructor Tjaval, the lion/eagle Viddin teacher of the class was regarding him in a different way too.

He was unable to focus on class, having essentially set his tablet aside due to his inability to pay attention, and, before he knew it, the class was down to the last lesson before the lunch break. The entire experience was eerie but, as he was focusing on making it through the next hour without being involved in a scene of some kind, he looked up from his work desk only to see Ms. McMillan, the Human instructor standing at the front of the class, completely and unabashedly naked. She spoke with the same detatched casual tone as she always used. "Alright, class, before we break for lunch we are going to discuss applicable and comparable anatomy of Humans and Viddin."

Vetlyk, the only one of Kaiden's study circle who had not been completely out of line and giving him goo-goo eyes all morning flicked a wing, raising his tail and fanning the feathers at the end; it was the Viddin equivalent of raising one's hand. "Excuse me, Instructor McMillan, but when using the word 'applicable', in what sense are you referring? Applicable to what?"

Tjaval, who was standing beside her, raised up a talon to rest it on the desk beside him as his tail whipped back and made an audible smack against Ms. McMillan's bare ass. "For mating, of course."

Kaiden sat, frozen in place as he watched his two instructors. Despite being married, Ms. McMillan seemed to have no reservations about laying on the desk, spreading her legs as Tjaval rose up on his hind paws, gripping the sides of the surface firmly in his talons, and inched himself closer. The young man wanted to look away, wondering if it would be any less awkward watching his parents have sex.

Worse than watching his instructors copulate, and worse than connecting it to his parents, and even worse than the clinical way Ms. McMillan was narrating the activity between gasps and moans was the realization at the forefront in Kaiden's mind that the show was turning him on. Nittik, in his lap, took notice quickly. "Oh... thinking about some extra credit, classmate? I think that could be arranged..."

Amidst Ms. McMillan's continued dialogue interrupted by pleasure-filled groans, Kaiden's study group rounded him up and, before he knew it, he was splayed out on the study desk. At first he thought his companions were going to jump him in unison, but only as they all drew back did the Human see Zithing in the classroom with them, holding up a large (for him) jar of what could only be Xys.

Tral's hungry eyes, identical to the ones at breakfast settled onto Kaiden as the enormous Viddin rose up, placing his talons on either side of Kaiden's thighs, and he began walking his body forward, moving his hips closer... and closer... the huge gryphon smiled down at him, licking saliva from his beak before it could drop down onto the Human, tossing out the horrible pun. "Are you ready for Xys... Kawkikik?"

Kaiden sprang to consciousness, immediately snapping back to reality. The dream of the classroom and Tral's avaricious tone continued to play in his mind even as he tried to calm his shaking body, unsure whether it was from fear or desire. There was something entirely off about his dream-- that was obvious, and yet, was it entirely wrong? He should have answered yes, but his heart skipped a beat when he heard Tral's voice anew. "Are you ready?"

The question was close enough to what Kaiden had been asked in his dream that the young man had to do a double-take. He glanced in the direction of the voice, only to see Tral trotting out of the bathroom, steam still wafting from the open door; Kaiden had fallen asleep waiting for his turn at the shower. Glancing to the clock, he saw that they had just over thirty minutes until class. "I'm not sure if there's time."

Tral trotted up to him, leaning forward to press his forehead to Kaiden's, and he huffed out into the Human's face. "You smell like me... and like a Jiyjah. I do not mind if you go into class like that but I know how sensitive Humans can be about stuff like that so I wanted to warn you."

Kaiden resolved then and there to shower. Considering one part of him was more awake than others, he contemplated a cold shower but, as he walked into the bathing chamber a powerful wall of musk slammed into him so strongly that it was almost like a physical impact; tossed into the corner was what could only have been Tral's Jiyjah, and it was overflowing. The large leather roll was not only disheveled, but it was surrounded by a pool of Viddin spunk, proclaiming clearly, and by the pint that Tral had been far more willing and able to continue their activities the prior night. In a way it was endearing to know that the gryphon was holding back for his benefit but, in another, it was a little frightening.

Climbing into the shower, Kaiden decided that a warm one would be great; he found himself in need of a little extra relief as well. Even afterward he satisfied that need, as he was washing off his body and soaping up his hair, Kaiden's mind couldn't help but tip toe back to the thought of Xys. Would it be possible? Could it be possible? Surely it was dangerous-- even if a Viddin like Tral were being careful the possibility of injury was impossible to ignore. Why wasn't he ruling it out completely? The fact that he was getting hard again just pondering the feasibility of it meant that he already knew the answer.