Surrender

AUTHOR's NOTE: Hey guys, here it is last chapter. I just have one song to reccomend for the end of the chapter during Arabel and Devo's last scene here it is. "Trust You" by Yuna Ito - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfhNayuViZs

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Time seemed to slow down as Devo’s body was encased in a brilliant glow. He was poised to stop his transformation should either of the scryer’s make a move on Arabel. Luckily, both men seemed to be more preoccupied with witnessing his release than worrying about the young Talion. His black vest seemed to dissolve within the flame aura revealing his toned chest and arms now sporting twin golden arm bands. A brightly glowing tattoo of a golden dragon appeared on his lower waist. When bronze colored wings sprouted from Devo’s back, he heard a gasp and knew it had not come from the scryers. He couldn’t concern himself over what Arabel’s reaction would be to his released form, the most important thing at that moment was dispatching Medaq before he could once again do them harm.

Medaq didn’t like what he was witnessing one bit. Once the glare faded and he could remove his hands from his eyes, he faced off against the Prince released form. Devo’s eyes remained a golden hue, but now he had the wings to match. His staff had transformed into a gold-tipped trident that was at least 6 feet long. He saw when the prince swiveled the elongated weapon with ease before pointing it directly at them. “What have you done?”

“Something I should have done a long time ago when I first had the misfortune of meeting you,” Devo stated.

Arabel looked on, eyes wide from his position crouched behind the table. Devo had come to hover above the table as his powerful wings flapped steadily to keep him elevated. Arabel had been stunned to witness his transformation, he knew the Prince was magically endowed but had believed that the shifting from male to female was all he’d ever be capable of when it came to transformations. Now he realized how wrong he’d been. He thought perhaps he should fear this new Devo, but then realized that the man he knew and fell in love with was still there and was confident he’d never really hurt him.

“You forced me to do this Medaq; this was not something I wanted.” With those words, a huge fire ball began to coalesce at the tip of Devo’s trident.

Medaq’s eyes widened at the imminent attack and quickly began a series of shadow-steps to give Devo the task of attempting to hit a moving target. He noticed that Sesan began to do the same. Strangely enough, Devo had not moved his weapon from the initial direction he had pointed it even though the scryers were no longer within striking distance. This gave Medaq pause as he wondered just what the prince was up to. The fireball now encompassed the entire tip of the trident. Medaq never even saw when Devo released the projectile attack but he certainly did feel it as the fireball slammed into him throwing him bodily into a crossed swords display on the far right wall of the hall.

Sesan had seen what Devo had done to Medaq but didn’t believe it. At one moment the Prince had been pointing his trident away from them and in the next he had aimed at Medaq and released the fire orb so quickly, Sesan wasn’t even sure the time frame could be measured. He jumped slightly when Devo finally gave him his attention, and those golden eyes sent chills down his spine. He held up his glass staff which contained leaping flames encased within and prepared for Devo’s attack.

“I say we fight fire with fire.” Sesan began to spin his staff like a baton causing the flames within to flare brightly. Suddenly, his crimson eyes widened when Devo vanished from view. The next thing he knew, he was being impaled through the chest by Devo’s weapon. The trident had also breached the glass casing around his flame staff, shattering it to pieces.

Devo regarded Sesan with a look that could only be described as pity as the scryer began to cough uncontrollably and blood seeped from his dying lips. “I’m sorry, but you are no match for me.” Once Devo removed his trident from Sesan’s body it seemed to have been the only thing keeping him upright, the scryer immediately fell to the ground and lay still.

Devo could feel Arabel’s eyes on him. He lowered his feet to the ground giving his wings a brief reprieve. He paused like this for a brief moment before turning glowing eyes to his lover. He could see the fear and confusion in Arabel’s eyes and knew what he must be thinking. Here was yet another aspect of himself that he had kept hidden. If this kept up, it was very possible that Arabel would want nothing to do with him and his deep, dark secrets.

“Look out!” Arabel cried pointing behind him.

Devo had felt Medaq’s renewed presence even before Arabel’s warning came. He turned around to face the scryer’s attack and expertly caught Spark staff between the fingers of his right hand.

The exposed areas of Medaq’s skin were lightly charred from Devo’s earlier attack, but the anger in those indigo eyes could not be denied. His fury built when he realized that Devo had stopped his attack with a single hand. “You bastard – why do you reveal this power now?!

“I thought you’d be honored to be defeated by me at full strength,” Devo replied.

Medaq finally realized he may not get out of this alive, especially when Spark began to melt from Devo’s touch. When the tip broke off, Medaq put some distance between them before tossing the rest of it away. He then raised both hand to focus his high-intensity energy beams in Devo’s direction. As was expected, the Prince created a barrier shield that withstood the energy attack expertly.

Medaq knew he couldn’t keep this up for long, with the injuries he’d suffered from taking a direct hit from Devo’s attack; he’d been left severely weakened. He’d already activated a distress signal to those still in the landing bay to send him assistance. They only needed someone to distract the Queen long enough for him to receive aid. Therefore, what was taking so long? “You owe me! I have spared your life on more than one occasion. Perhaps it’s time you returned the favor.” Medaq ceased his attack and noticed when Devo lowered his shield. He had enough power left for at least one more attack, if only he could get a direct hit in before the Prince could raise his barrier once more.

“I doubt your actions in the past had anything to do with the goodness of your heart,” Devo stated.

Medaq crossed his hands behind his back as he began to build up his power for one more energy attack. “It doesn’t matter the case, this is all about principle.” He realized that time was running out and that it would be now or never. Raising his hands he once again blasted an energy attack at the prince and was pleased when the beam grazed Devo’s right arm before he managed to raise his barrier. He saw the thin line of burnt flesh and realized that Devo wasn’t infallible. One day soon perhaps he would take him down, but he’d have to live to see this dream realized.

“This isn’t over,” Medaq was preparing to retreat from the room when suddenly he felt himself behind impaled through the back by a sharp object. He glanced around in stunned silence to see Arabel standing behind him with a determined look in those aqua eyes. He felt the blade twist sharply in his gut. “Impossible,” he choked as blood spurted from his lips.

Arabel held what was left of Spark staff in his hands as he twisted it deep within Medaq’s body. The scryer had been so preoccupied trying to kill Devo that he hadn’t noticed when Arabel had crept behind him and retrieved his broken weapon until it was too late. “Now you know what it feels like to have your heart ripped out.” Arabel twisted the blade once more until he heard Medaq’s death gurgle. He ripped the blade out of the scryer’s back and watched as he slumped to the floor lifeless. Arabel allowed the bloody blade to join Medaq on the floor.

Arabel’s elevated breathing ran rampant with his thoughts. He had avenged Anata. He had never killed anyone before and wasn’t really quite sure how he felt. But now he knew that his sister would find some semblance of peace for her murderer had finally paid for his crimes. Arabel glanced up and saw Devo looking at him. His eyes were drawn to the single wound Medaq had inflicted and they widened slightly when he saw the burn begin to heal itself until the scar was completely gone in only a matter of seconds. Although Arabel found Devo’s released form intimidating, it did nothing to lower his attractiveness. If possible, the Prince’s golden high-lights seemed to have expanded making him appear blonder. The glow of his eyes and even the golden, dragon tattoo on his lower waist made him appear sexier.

Devo slowly closed the distance between them, his unwavering golden gaze locked with Arabel’s beautiful eyes. “I won’t hurt you.”

Arabel’s eyes glossed over with unshed tears before replying, “I know.”
Devo’s wings slowly retracted until they vanished completely and the soft glow of his eyes faded as his transformation reverted. He reached one hand out almost cautiously as he gently caressed Arabel’s cheek. “I love you so much.”

Arabel smiled as he regarded Devo adoringly. “I know that too.” His fingers brushed against Devo’s, the mere touch sending what felt like an electric shock through him.
Devo leaned forward, intent on claiming Arabel’s lips for a kiss when suddenly, they were no longer alone. Several Suvians entered the hall, including his parents and Woen.

“Opps, bad timing!” Woen snapped his fingers. “We just wanted to make sure you knew everything was alright and all.”

“Everything’s alright – it’s over.” Devo smiled down at Arabel before returning his gaze to his gathered family and friends. Gillian had been relaying to him what happened through telepathy but now opted to use words for Arabel’s benefit.

“The Tolatrian fleet has been destroyed and it wasn’t by our doing,” Gillian began. “We had an unlikely ally in this battle, one of their own scryers turned against them. A colorful gentleman by the name of Jubek, he has since asked for asylum here on Atika and I have granted it.”

“Everything worked out quite nicely,” Stafon began. “We returned to Atika when we realized Medaq’s team had given us the slip on Iterlan. And now with the destruction of the main fleet, we’ve received word that the other Tolatrian ships that had been attacking other areas throughout our galaxy have retreated through their portals.”

“Please I must ask; what of Hetite?” Arabel hoped to the gods he hadn’t escaped back through a portal to Andrenon.

“Well, D’ken here was calling this a bloodless victory,” Gillian said as she glanced at her mate.

“Yes, any victory where Gillian doesn’t have to get her hands dirty is a good one indeed,” D’ken replied with a chuckle.

“However, it wasn’t completely bloodless. I couldn’t allow a man like Hetite to continue living.” Gillian thought of the final battle when she realized that Hetite’s away team was to distract her long enough while another strike force infiltrated the fortress and took Devo hostage. She’d realized instantly when Devo finally began to take this battle seriously and had felt his spiritual energy when he fully released his inner power. She knew then that any team Hetite had sent after Devo would not stand a chance. Of course she had enjoyed transforming into a man which had stunned the arrogant General speechless before she took him out. The rest of his team had surrendered peacefully. There was something about breaking a seven foot tall man in two which left others very willing to cooperate.

Arabel sighed in relief, “Thank the gods.” He was a bit shocked when he felt himself suddenly encompassed in a tight hug by Gillian.

“Arabel, I want to officially welcome you to the family.” Gillian released him and gave him a wide smile.

“Mother,” there was warning in Devo’s tone. “Arabel hasn’t even accepted my proposal as yet.”

Arabel turned wide eyes at Devo. “You – you want me to be…” He couldn’t quite finish the sentence. He watched in stunned silence as Devo got down on one knee before him.

Devo glanced over at his family before saying, “Well I hadn’t actually got down to the proposing as yet.” He ignored the silly look on Woen’s face before turning his full attention to Arabel. He could see his lovers’ eyes shinning and so full of emotion. He grasped Arabel’s right hand with his before he began. “Arabel, I don’t think I could be more in love with someone than I am at this very moment. During the time I’ve known you – you’ve changed me and made me a better person. I know that I’ve not always been honest with you and that I’ve kept aspects of my life secret from you. But I want you to know that I would never dream of hurting you in any way, I would rather die first. I kneel before you now not as the heir to the Suvian throne, but as the man who will do everything in his power to make you happy for the rest of our lives. Arabel Cresh – will you be my life mate?”

Arabel choked back a sob. He couldn’t believe this was happening. For so long he thought he had no future, that he was destined to die in a whore house as the play thing of some rich patron. But now, here he was on the precipice of this new life with this man he loved so much it hurt. Anata had been right for always believing that one day; his life would be great again. Arabel’s only regret was that she would not be there to share it with him. However, he knew she would want him to be happy; and he sure as heck was not going to shy away from that.

“Yes,” his voice was a soft whisper which prompted him to repeat his answer at a higher pitch. “Yes – yes I will be your life mate.”

Devo got to his feet and instantly swept Arabel into his arms, spinning him around twice before planting a warm kiss on his lover’s lips. He couldn’t stop kissing him; he was so completely thrilled that he’d be spending the rest of his life with Arabel Cresh and what a life it would be.

~*~

It was early evening, the sun had already set in the distance and the courtyard was illuminated with dozens of garden lamps. Arabel stared down at the glass casket which held Anata’s lifeless body. She had been well preserved since the day of her death and she looked so peaceful and serene, as if she would open her eyes at any moment and smile at him. She’d been dressed in a fine, light blue gown which made her look like a princess. A wreath of blue and white flowers had also been placed in her blue-black hair. This burial ceremony would provide the closure he needed to finally say goodbye to his sister and get on with his life.

Arabel could feel Devo’s presence as he stood next to him along with the dozens of Suvians that had come to pay their respects. Mischa was also present. Arabel had reunited with his fellow brothel companion a few days ago right after the battle had come to a halt. He was glad that the young red-head had been rescued but realized that they were among the lucky ones. Many more slaves were still subject to Tillman’s voracious rule within the Cadence Palace. Perhaps someday soon, something could be done about that. But for now it was time to bid Anata farewell.

Arabel placed a hand on Anata’s casket; his eyes dry. “My dear Anata, you will live within me always and forever. And when the day comes that my time in this world is over, I know that I will see you again. I love you.” Arabel felt Devo grasp his free hand and squeeze tightly. He glanced up and was almost undone to see the tender look on Devo’s face. When the Prince broke the gaze to look upwards, Arabel’s eyes followed in that direction.

A small gasp escaped the young Talion when he saw the Queen floating above them in her released state. She had golden wings much like Devo’s during his release but they were larger with a much wider wing-span. Her clothing had converted into golden plate armor with dragon designs engraved upon it. She was looking down at them and smiling, and when she spoke her voice sounded almost ethereal that it took Arabel’s breath away.

“I regret that we can not bring Anata back to life, but I hope that this gesture will serve as a tribute for the wonderful woman responsible for bringing our cultures together. Anata, we will never forget you.” Gillian gazed upward, raising both arms towards the night sky. Closing her eyes, she allowed her power to build up within her.

Arabel observed the scene in awe. He had no idea what the Queen was about to do but was certain it would be something he’d never forget. He could feel the slight pressure of the energy coming off Gillian’s body in waves. When Devo circled an arm around his shoulders, the slight pressure was soon gone. Arabel hadn’t been in any serious danger from what he could tell, but it warmed his heart to have Devo be this protective of him.

A large fireball shot from Gillian directly into the night sky and Arabel wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. He did see when Gillian floated to the ground and eventually her transformation faded and she was reverted to her usual self. When he glanced up in the direction Gillian had blasted the fireball he gasped to find something in the night sky that hadn’t been there before. It was a new star glowing a brilliant blue-white among the other stars. “It’s – it’s beautiful.”

“And whenever our people look at it we will remember Anata Cresh. The woman who braved all odds to come to this galaxy to find hope where there was only despair. And she did do what she came here to do, for that I will always respect her. Plus she gave us the best gift of all – you.” Gillian took Arabel in her arms and hugged him tight. “And for this, I will forever be grateful to her.”

“Thank you,” Arabel replied as he fought back tears. When Gillian released him, he soon found himself within the King’s embrace.

D’ken hugged Arabel briefly before tousling his hair slightly. “Welcome son.”

Arabel choked back a sob and was glad when he found himself in Devo’s embrace. He felt so safe there, even with his emotions running wild and rampant. Devo was like a protective shelter, something he could always rely on. His eyes locked with Devo’s and he thought he could stay forever like this within his arms.

//See, they love you almost as much as I do.//

Arabel’s eyes widened slightly when he realized he’d heard Devo’s thoughts. Had he actually heard what the golden eyed man was thinking or had the thoughts been sent directly to him?

//You can speak with me this way too, try it.// Devo urged him.

Arabel’s lips parted but he quickly closed them. //How?—when?//

//Ever since the mind-meld procedure that took place before I entered your subconscious -- we are now one, the mating ceremony is only procedure.//

Arabel was in complete shock at this new revelation. He glanced around at the others gathered before returning his attention to Devo. //Can the others hear me?//

// Only if you want them to.//

//Amazing.// Arabel didn’t have another word to explain this feat.

//I’m glad you approve; because life with me will never be boring.//

Arabel smiled at Devo’s last comment because he had a feeling that truer words had never been spoken.

~*~

“Is this really necessary? Have I not given your Queen enough reason to trust me?” Jubek swiped a lock of his glossy pink hair off his face and turned fuchsia colored eyes towards Woen. The scryer had just opened the front door of his guest quarters or prison as the case may be and found Woen relieving the previous guard of his duties. This Suvian he was at least familiar with for he had fought him briefly back on Tolatria. Jubek thought the man looked as yummy as ever with the long, silken silver hair that flowed unencumbered over his back and shoulders and those alluring light gray eyes.

Woen gave the slender, effeminate man a slightly annoyed look when he saw his mode of dress. All he wore was a pair of loose-fitting white slacks that rode so low on his hips if they were even an inch lower he would have been indecent. His current appearance was certainly not fitting for polite company and Woen was sure Jubek was aware of that. The silver studs in the scryers ears and navel twinkled in the well-lighted hallway.

Jubek was pleased he had Woen’s attention but realized he’d have to play his cards right if he was to get the handsome Suvian in his bed. He glanced up at the surveillance camera that monitored the hallway outside his room then turned his attention back to Woen. “Even if you didn’t trust me, since your people are all powerful and your Queen seemingly all-knowing, then why are these physical detainments necessary?” Jubek chuckled when Woen crossed his arms over his chest but said nothing. “Of course if I had you as my personal guard more often, I’d certainly appreciate that.”

“I didn’t come here to guard you,” Woen finally spoke. “I want to know your true intentions.”

“Ah, so finally you wish to have a conversation – why don’t you come inside?” Jubek stepped aside to allow Woen entrance to his quarters but soon noticed that he appeared hesitant. “Are you afraid to be alone with me? I’m sure you are aware that your Queen took every precaution and this apartment I reside in has enhancement dampeners built into its design. I am essentially powerless.” Jubek paused to look Woen from head to toe. He really liked the tight-fitting clothing these Suvian men wore. Woen’s snug, short-sleeved body shirt clung to every crevice of his well toned chest. Jubek could almost make out his rippling pectorals beneath the black fabric. His matching pants were a tad looser but still clung to his muscular thighs and legs in the right places.

Woen’s skin tone was not as tanned as some of the other Suvian’s he’d seen, but it still had a very appealing glow. After fighting both Woen and Stafon and even after being injured by Stafon he had still wanted to take both of them to bed. However, at the moment his thoughts were not on Stafon. He was pleased when Woen finally walked past him to enter his living area. “Care for a refreshment?”

“I’m not here for small talk – why did you betray your people?” Woen asked.

“I like a man who gets right to the point,” Jubek couldn’t help glancing at the area between Woen’s legs before returning his gaze to the Suvian. “I’ve already had this conversation with your Queen. They betrayed me first, so I ended them.”

Woen stared at Jubek. He could care less about the Tolatrians, but how could he speak so casually over having murdered thousands of people that had at one point been his allies. From what they had learned, Jubek had accessed all the computer’s of the major battle ships from a remote terminal and set their power sources to overload. The ensuing blasts caused secondary explosions that decimated the fleet in a matter of minutes. Any of the smaller remaining cruisers that survived the attack fled back to Andrenon through portals. It was an attack the Tolatrians certainly would not have been expecting from someone who had been trusted among them for many years. Jubek’s knowledge of the ships’ design allowed him to strike at them using their weakest point. Woen wasn’t sure he should ask what they had done to Jubek to deem whether or not his response had been justified. He shouldn’t care one way or the other, but now they were harboring this man and had given him sanctuary and therein lay the problem.

“What do you plan to do now?” Woen asked.

“I’d like to stay here for as long as your Queen’s generosity allows. At which point I’d like to set off into this new galaxy and explore.” Jubek grinned as he hooked a thumb into the waistline of his pants, exposing a thin line of pink pubic hair. He was well aware of his revealing act but was slightly perturbed when Woen didn’t seem to notice either way.

“You’re a great deal stronger than many of the people that reside within this galaxy. You see how it might not be a very good idea to let you go free here.”

“I’m not opposed to staying here – as someone’s sex toy.” Jubek lusty gaze from beneath his long lashes latched onto Woen. He tugged his pants even lower revealing a sliver of his fleshy cock. Jubek expected anger, or some type of vocal resistance. Instead, Woen closed the distance between them and took him in his arms.

Jubek was stunned when he felt his lips being crushed with a bruising kiss. He let go of his waistband and immediately wrapped his hands around Woen’s neck, running his fingers through his soft hair. He returned the kiss with a vengeance, reveling in the sweet taste of the Suvian’s mouth. He felt Woen’s fingers running down his smooth arms making their way lower until he was cupping his tight buttocks. Jubek moaned against Woen’s kiss and felt when the Suvian’s lips left his to trace a path of kisses down his neck and collarbone.

“Yes, yes – please fuck me.” Jubek’s voice was a breathy whisper but as soon as he said those words, Woen’s ministrations ceased. The scryer gazed at him through lust-glazed eyes. “Wh – why did you stop?”

“Because I wouldn’t fuck you even if you were the last person left alive between both our galaxies,” Woen stated.

Realization dawned on Jubek as his anger welled up within him. “You bastard – you were leading me on?”

“And what if I was?” Woen gazed at him steadily, willing him to do something. He could see the tent in the scryer’s slacks indicating he continued to sport an erection.

Jubek was reminded of the blind fury that had overtaken him when he had set his plan in motion to destroy the Tolatrian fleet. However, that scenario was prevented from happening here. There was something wrong about this whole situation, he was almost certain that Woen had been testing him. He closed his eyes briefly as he quickly calmed himself and brought his anger under control. “Understood – if you’ll excuse me; I was on my way to take a shower. You can show yourself out.” Jubek tilted his head toward Woen in respect before vacating the area.

Woen watched him go and then resigned himself to leave realizing that he had botched the plan somehow. Once he was outside the scryer’s quarters he balled his palm into a fist and punched the wall. It had been his intention to anger Jubek; he wanted the scryer to show him just how dangerous he could be when he didn’t get what he wanted. Instead, Jubek had somehow caught wind of this and managed to turn the situation in his favor.

Woen wasn’t upset simply because Jubek had seen through his plan. What bothered him was the fact that he hadn’t remained unaffected by the kiss. He’d definitely felt something; and considering that Jubek was a potential enemy, this did not bode well at all. Woen quickly left the area in search of the one person he knew could ease his current mood.

Devo sensed Woen was near before he even heard the doorbell ring. After letting his cousin into the lavish suite he now shared with Arabel, Devo offered him something to drink.

“No thanks, I’m fine,” Woen replied.

Devo crossed his arms over his chest and regarded Woen curiously. “Are you?”

Woen was easily distracted by the emotions running rampant that he hadn’t heard Devo’s question right away. “Huh, what do you mean?”

Devo chuckled and shook his head. “What’s with you?”

“What’s with me? What’s with you?” Woen demanded.

“Hey, I asked first,” Devo insisted.

“Nothing – how’s Arabel?”

“Poor attempt at changing the conversation, Woen. Something has really got you messed up.” Devo paused as if another idea suddenly occurred to him. “Or is it someone?”

Suddenly, Woen heard laughter coming from another room and was puzzled by this. He returned his attention to Devo. “You two are not alone?”

“We are – images of Arabel’s happy memories with Anata were collected from his subconscious and stored on tape. He’s been watching them for most of the morning,” Devo explained. Anata’s burial ceremony had taken place only a couple days ago, while it had been expected to provide closure for Arabel, it was too much to expect that he’d be ready to move on immediately after Anata had been laid to rest.

“Are you concerned about this, that he may not be able to move on?” Woen asked.

“If Arabel desires more time to get through this, I am prepared to give him all he needs,” Devo began. “Now back to you, what’s got you so upset?”

Woen took a deep breath before telling Devo everything about his encounter with Jubek moments before. “I know I can get him to reveal his true colors, but I think my methods were flawed and I may have botched any opportunity to do so again.”

“I can’t blame you for feeling the way you do, especially from what we’ve seen of the other scryers. But we haven’t had much contact with him one on one. And while it does raise questions about his loyalty and ability to be trusted after he betrayed the Tolatrians, we have to trust that my mother will be able to deal with him should he step out of hand.”

“He’s out of hand right now,” Woen muttered.

“What do you mean?” Devo asked.

Woen sighed before running a hand through his silver tresses. He turned to face his friend before revealing the truth. “I wasn’t completely unaffected by the kiss we shared.”

Devo was beginning to suspect something like this had occurred but wasn’t quite sure what to say. Woen had been in serious relationships in the past all of which ended amicably. There was no telling what would happen if he got involved with the lusty scryer. “Do what your heart tells you.”

“Our situation is not exactly what you find in romance, fairytale novels; so I’m not sure if that will work,” Woen replied.

“Well, it’s the best advice I can give you right now.” Devo smiled at him.

Woen grinned back at him. “Thanks, I knew I’d feel better once I talked to you.” Woen headed for the front door but paused before going through it. “Take care of Arabel now.” He winked at Devo before vanishing through the door.

{ Cue “Trust You” }

Devo decided to take Woen’s device and moments later entered the den to find Arabel still seated before the big screen with an image of him and Anata racing through green fields. The Talion noticed his entrance and quickly paused the playback. “No need to pause it for my sake,” Devo smiled at him.

Arabel returned his smile but did not resume the playback. He gestured for Devo to join him on the couch and when he did so, Arabel placed a hand on his cheek and caressed him gently. “How long are you going to put up with me like this?”

“Oh I don’t know – forever?” Devo winked at him.

Arabel chuckled at his response as his aqua eyes held Devo’s golden gaze. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“I ask myself that question every day – what did I do to deserve YOU?” Devo placed his hand over Arabel’s.

Arabel pulled his hand away as a guilty look crossed his handsome features. “But I’m damaged goods – I … I’ve hurt you.” He glanced down at Devo’s body now covered beneath his clothes. But the images of what his dark mind had done to the Prince while in his subconscious had been far more traumatizing than he’d initially realized. “That should never have happened to you. Not to you – you’re a Prince; you should never have been used that way.” Arabel lowered his gaze, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to suppress the images of his dark self raping Devo with those unearthly tentacles.

Devo lifted Arabel’s chin and his finger quickly swiped at a lone tear that had escaped those beautiful eyes. “As far as I’m concerned, what happened in the subconscious pales to the reality of this world. How else can I make you understand that what was done to me in that dark place has no bearing on our future here?" Devo paused for a moment as he glanced down at Arabel’s slender body covered in a white, night robe. “Perhaps there is one way.”

Devo stood up and began to remove his clothing. His shirt and pants quickly fell to the floor, his boots soon joining them until finally he stood before his lover wearing only a pair of golden armbands. He saw the lust flare within Arabel’s aqua eyes and was grateful that he could still be aroused by him even in this saddened state.

Devo pulled Arabel to his feet and quickly undid the sash of his robe. He then rolled the garment off Arabel’s shoulders until it fell to the floor, forgotten. The Prince wasted no time and quickly claimed Arabel’s lips with a kiss. His tongue delving deep as he sought to fall drunk with his lover’s taste. When the kiss finally ended, Devo gazed at Arabel erotically as their passions enflamed. “Let me prepare you.”

Arabel wasn’t quite sure what Devo meant by those words, he knew that no preparation was needed for sex with the Prince due to his Suvian anatomy and the fantastic feat of a self-lubricating cock. He soon realized what Devo had been referring to when the golden-eyed man knelt before him and quickly engulfed Arabel’s penis within his mouth. He moaned in response to being encased within the wet heat of the Prince’s delicious mouth. Arabel remembered Devo servicing him like this once before, it was something he was rarely on the receiving end of while at the Palace. His throbbing cock was now engorged to bursting when Devo finally allowed it to fall from his lips.

What Devo did then completely floored Arabel. The Prince returned to the couch and knelt before it while using both hands to spread his ass cheeks wide. It was obvious what he wanted, even before the Prince spoke the words.

“Make love to me Arabel, please,” Devo stated.

“But – I …” Arabel wasn’t quite sure what to say or do, his cock remained hard which told him that a part of him definitely wanted to do as Devo requested.

//It’s alright, you won’t hurt me – my body will adapt to this.// Devo hoped his thoughts proved convincing. He was pleased when he felt Arabel kneel behind him and place a tentative hand on his lower back.

//I – I shouldn’t do this,// Arabel protested.

//But I want you to do this, more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. Please Arabel, make me yours body and soul; trust in me.//

Arabel didn’t need further encouragement as he quickly positioned and entered Devo’s self-lubricating hole in one swift thrust. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt the tight pressure of Devo’s anus contracting around his rigid member. He didn’t waste any time and quickly began a steady series of thrusts that developed into a practiced rhythm.

Devo’s moans were half muffled in the cushion of the couch as he reveled in the feel of Arabel’s swift cock moving in and out of him like a piston. His own cock was hard like a rock between his thighs and he knew that he would come without even laying a finger on it.

Arabel had had very little practice in this position but had been on the receiving end of a fucking so very often that he knew what needed to be done. His hands moved over Devo’s chest seeking his taught nipples. Once found, he tweaked the stiff points between his fingers repeatedly. He was pleased when Devo’s moaning seemed to reach a crescendo. When the Prince began to slam his hips backwards in an attempt to meet Arabel’s thrusts head on, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Another impassioned moan escaped his lips before he began to spurt a load of semen deep within Devo’s hot chute.

Arabel collapsed on Devo’s back, exhausted and out of breath. He was vaguely aware of Devo’s body shuddering beneath him as he too found his release. Eventually, he found the strength to roll off the Prince allowing him to rise.

Devo’s chest still rose and fell at an elevated rate when he turned to Arabel and smiled. “Liked it did you?”

Arabel couldn’t help the blush that stained his cheeks. However, he couldn’t deny the truth of Devo’s words and nodded his agreement.

“Feel free to do this to me again, whenever you like.”

Arabel realized now the point behind Devo’s actions. What better way to make him realize that Devo was not upset about the subconscious rape by allowing Arabel to take him in the same fashion. “I’ve – I’ve been foolish.”

Devo chuckled before placing a brief kiss on Arabel’s nose. “Just don’t let it happen again.” He winked at him before rising to his feet and taking Arabel along with him. “Now for a shower, and then we’re going to get out of here.”

“And go where?” Arabel asked as he was carried towards the bath chambers.

“Anywhere our hearts desire – we’ll surprise ourselves,” Devo stated.

“Is this what you meant when you promised that life with you would never be dull?” Arabel asked with a chuckle.

“Oh yeah – and then some.” Devo joined in Arabel’s laughter as they entered the warm waters of the prepared pool.

The End~

Author’s Note: Okay I will do an epilogue for this. For some reason I’m fond of writing epilogues for stories that never had prologues. Anyways, the epilogue will be to inform my readers of how Devo and Arabel are doing six months to a year down the road. I realized I left Jubek and Woen’s story incomplete, but if anyone holds an interest in those two, let me know and I may write a one-shot to clear their story up.