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A Paler Shade of Green	By : Rina76 Category: Angel the Series > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
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- 7
A/N: Finally, I have a new chapter finished! Apologies as usual for the long wait but don’t think for one moment that I’m giving up on this fic. I am determined to finish it, no matter how long it takes. I will do it for you guys, because you love it so much and your remarks & reviews make me happy! ^^
Thanks to: Lauren (hope you enjoy this chapter! Things are getting dramatic now!)
Undisclosedtoyou (the mighty green man is still having some issues, unfortunately. But that’s half the fun! XD)
Trallala (I'm so happy you like Kylar!! That means a lot to me ^^)
Rihou (so sorry for making you wait. Next one will be much quicker, I swear! Thank you heaps for reading!)
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Part 6.
After his chat with Cordelia, Lorne decides to try kissing Kylar. He tries that very night but ultimately chickens out at the last moment, pecking the boy on the side of the face before hurrying off to his room and banging his head against the closed door in disappointed defeat. The same thing happens the next day, and the next day after that. He just can’t do it. The more Lorne thinks about it and delays doing it, the worse it gets. His emotions are on edge and he’s sexually frustrated in a way he knows is not healthy for him but he feels too guilty to even jerk off in the shower like last time. Because he knows that if he does, he’ll be thinking of Kylar, of doing erotic things to him, and in the back of his mind Lorne still believes it to be wrong, to have such impure thoughts about such a pure, young creature. Regardless of what Cordy says, Lorne is over thirty years of age while Kylar is only in his teens, no more than an innocent child, and Lorne doesn’t think it’s right. He is torn between his significant position of responsibility and the contrasting feelings he has towards the rescued youth in his care.
As Kylar’s custodian he shouldn’t have those types of feelings, not ones about kissing Kylar’s mouth, seeing him naked, or wanting to touch his body. Even though Kylar is not his son, Lorne almost finds his thoughts incestuous. Especially considering everything the boy has been through. The lustful urges he gets make him feel disgusting and depraved but at the same time Lorne can’t help the way he feels. He is just drawn to the eighteen year old, in a way he’s never been drawn to anyone before. Of course, it’s not all sexual but that’s a big part of it. He is all too aware that Kylar has been chained, whipped and beaten and Lorne has a strong desire to counteract some of that damage. He wants to show Kylar that not all touches leave scars, that certain types of touching can feel incredibly good and leave a guy moaning for more. He wants so badly to be the one to show Kylar that.
But he shouldn’t. He’s too old for the kid and in all decency, should just leave him alone.
And what if Cordelia is wrong and Kylar doesn’t want to be kissed? Not since the day they painted Kylar’s room has the kid attempted to kiss Lorne, or even touch him in any kind of inviting manner. Kylar probably only did that back then because he felt he owed it to Lorne, not because he wanted to. It seems the former slave-boy has finally understood that he doesn’t need to do that, to pay Lorne back with sexual favours. It seems he understands that their relationship is purely on a fatherly level and nothing more. They are still close and affectionate but lately, Kylar’s shown no interest in kissing Lorne whatsoever and if Lorne tried, Kylar would probably be the one to pull away now. The polite young man would be perfectly respectful about saying no but it would still cut Lorne deeply to be refused, not to mention humiliate the hell out of him. Being rejected by a teenager would make Lorne feel very old and very depressed. It would drive him to drink. Well, drink more, anyway.
So, Lorne’s best plan to prevent anything untoward happening between them is avoidance. He avoids spending too much private time with Kylar, finding it easier to control his thoughts and impulses when other people are in the room. He tries not to watch the kid when he’s training because all that sweat causes Kylar’s shirt to stick to his lean body in all the right places and makes Lorne think of other activities that would make the boy equally sweaty and hot, but when the older demon is upstairs and hears clanging swords coming from the lobby, he can’t help going down to look anyway, cursing himself for his weakness. At bed time, he wishes Kylar a good night and pecks him on the forehead, cheek or even back of the hand, depending on how much willpower Lorne can dredge up. Sometimes he even just gives Kylar a quick hug instead, trying to keep his lips away from that sweet, soft skin. He ought to completely avoid body contact with the kid altogether but that would be too difficult for a physically demonstrative guy like Lorne and not only that - if Kylar stopped being hugged or given signs of affection the poor child would start to wonder what he did wrong.
Which is nothing, of course. The boy is so perfect, he’s like an angel.
Or so Lorne thinks.
If he had any idea what Kylar dreams about when he’s in bed, all the intimate, sensual things the eighteen year old would secretly love Lorne to do to him and his body, the older demon would keel over in absolute shock.
But Kylar keeps these erotic dreams to himself, hoping that someday soon they’ll come true.
………
One evening, Kylar and Connor are returning from an excursion to the cinema and are walking back to the hotel when they pass by a piercing parlour. Intrigued, the teen demon stops to gaze at the poster in the window that shows rings and studs and many kinds of strange jewellery in various areas of the human anatomy – eyebrows, navels, nipples, noses, lips and cheeks. There are prices next to each one.
“What are these?” Kylar asks, pointing at the exotic exhibit. Connor glances at the poster.
“Body piercings. Don’t they do those back on Pylea?”
“No. I have never seen them. What are they for?”
“Different reasons. Decoration mainly, but some have a purpose. People pierce their private areas, boys and girls, to make sex feel better.”
Giving a surprised noise, the naïve Pylean looks for pictures of genital jewellery on the poster but Connor chuckles at him.
“They aren’t allowed to show those.”
“What about these?” Kylar indicates to the eyebrow and lip rings. “What purpose do they serve?”
“Nothing, really.” The boy-slayer raises an indifferent shoulder. “They’re just for looks.”
Kylar is staring at him, needing more information. Sighing, Connor provides it, trying to explain the ritual in a way the uninformed youth would understand.
“Well, people sometimes get pierced on their face or body to show their individuality or independence, or to mark a significant time in their lives. It could be to celebrate a victory, sort of like how I take kill trophies, only much more personal. Some people have only one piercing and some have many, with each one marking an event or telling a story. But mostly people get them because they think it makes them look cool or more attractive.”
Individuality, independence, significance, attractiveness. Four very important things to Kylar. He stares at one particular photo, showing a ring though someone’s lower lip. The description says it is called a ‘labret piercing’ and it only costs twenty dollars. Lorne has been giving him pocket money to spend every week so Kylar knows he can afford it.
“I want one,” he suddenly announces, putting his hand on the door knob. He pauses when he spies a notice pinned in the window that states that minors must be accompanied by a parent or guardian. His reading skills are quite good now, the daily lessons definitely paying off for him.
“Oh. Am I a minor? Perhaps I should ask Lorne first.”
“You don’t need his permission – at eighteen you’re old enough,” Connor assures him. “Plus it’s your body. You can do whatever you want with it.”
Kylar realises that his blue-eyed friend is right. For two years before he came to this dimension, he felt as though his body belonged to others, particularly to his ‘master’ who arrogantly believed he owned Kylar and could do whatever he wished to him, such as chain Kylar up, force him to work and whip him until he bled. Now that the farmer is dead, nobody owns Kylarkmar anymore. He’s free and doing this is one way to prove it. It’s a way to reclaim his own body back.
“I want one,” he firmly repeats, starting to push the parlour door open. Connor stops him.
“You can’t go in there. It’s a human piercing parlour. They’ll take one look at your face and horns and start screaming. Come on. I know a place where they do demons.”
The streetwise teenager leads Kylar down a few more blocks into a less-brightly lit area of the city, also known in underground circles as ‘Demon Town’. Normally, Connor comes here to hunt but tonight it’s his evening off. When the two boys enter the premises, an orange-skinned girl at the counter with lizard-like ridges on her forehead and cheekbones looks up from filing her pointed nails. She jolts as she recognises Connor, The Destroyer, slayer of vampires and be-header of demons, starting to scream very loudly for help.
Startled, Kylar draws closer to Connor, whispering in confusion, “I thought you said they would scream at me?”
“Don’t worry about it. I get this a lot.” Connor sighs, his reputation preceding him once again.
Hearing the screaming, an older female with waist-length braids comes out from the back room where they do the piercings. She looks like a normal black woman except her eyes are yellow and she has a tail. On the end of that tail is a very sharp spike, like a stingray, and she’s holding it up threateningly above her head.
“Why are you here, Hunter? I’ve never done anything bad to anybody!” Her voice is angry and demanding. “I’m just trying to make a living like everyone else. If you think you can trash my store and murder my employees, you got another thing coming! I don’t care whose son you are – I’m not gonna take this shit from a kid!”
“Calm down, all right? I’m not going to kill anyone. Geez.” Exasperated, Connor shows his hands, letting her know there are no weapons in them. “My friend is just after a piercing. That’s all.”
The woman flicks her yellow-eyed gaze towards Kylar, realising he’s a demon too and that Connor hasn’t killed him. In fact, the petite green boy seems to be clinging to Connor for protection. She relaxes, letting her barbed tail lower.
“Stop your yelling, Shannika,” she orders the hysterical girl behind the counter. “We got customers.”
The girl shuts up, sits down and sulkily starts to file her nails again, but she keeps giving Connor mistrustful looks from under the scaly ridges of her brows.

“So, whatcha want, honey?” The owner of the business asks Kylar, speaking much kinder to him because he’s one of her own. “Where do you want me to stick a ring in you?”
“Here,” Kylar shyly answers, pointing to just under his bottom lip. “I would like one here, please.”
She appraises him with a slight frown, eventually taking Connor aside for a quiet chat.
“Are you sure your little boyfriend can handle this? It’s gonna be painful and he looks kind of delicate.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Connor replies in annoyance. “And yeah, he can handle it. He’s a lot tougher than he looks.”
The woman still seems sceptical, her tail twitching back and forth, but she finally agrees to the procedure. “If you say so. Right this way, honey. Through here.”
She leads Kylar into the private back room, showing him to a reclining seat. Connor follows.
“I’m coming too.”
“What, you don’t trust me?” she drawls, turning to give the slayer an amused look.
“Not really,” Connor states with blunt honesty. “If you hurt him any more than necessary, I’ll have to hurt you too.”
The demon lady arches a brow at his protectiveness over Kylar. “Not your boyfriend, huh?”
“He’s not!”
“It is true – we do not mate with each other,” Kylar helpfully provides. “In fact, the only time he’s been attracted to me like that was when he thought I was a girl, the first time he saw me.”
“Kylar!” Connor exclaims in disbelief, spots of colour appearing on his cheeks. The woman laughs.
“Look, whatever’s going on between you boys, or not, I don’t wanna know, okay?” As she swabs Kylar’s lip with medical alcohol, she adds, “But you sure are a pretty kid, honey.”
She lets him choose his own jewellery (he can have a stud or a ring) and he picks a gold circular one with a small ball in the middle, called a captive bead ring. Before it goes in, Connor asks Kylar if he’s absolutely sure this is what he wants and Kylar insists that yes, he is sure. Angel’s son is hovering watchfully beside the recliner, ready to yank the green-skinned teen out of there the moment he decides he can’t go through with it but Kylar is determined to do this, the former slave child mentally preparing himself for the symbolic ceremony of his freedom. His dark red nails dig into the armrests of the chair when the female demon clamps his lip and pushes the needle through his soft flesh with gloved fingers but otherwise the boy shows no signs of pain. He doesn’t even make a sound. The qualified and experienced piercer is very fast and efficient, making sure she doesn’t hit his inferior labial artery. Quickly, she inserts the golden ring and fastens it, wiping away a trickle of blood from Kylar’s chin.
“There. All done. It looks great.” She shows Kylar the result in a hand mirror, letting him admire his gleaming new lip-jewellery for a few moments before sticking on a round Band-aid and covering it up. “Keep the Band-aid on until it stops bleeding and then spray the area three times a day with this. Make sure you keep it clean.”
The tailed lady gives him a small pump-action bottle of antiseptic. She looks questioningly to Connor.
“You want something done, Hunter? On the house.”
Squinting suspiciously at her, the auburn-haired teen speculates, “You just want to make me bleed, don’t you?”
She grins, showing demon-fang. “A little bit, yeah.”
“Thanks, but I’ll pass. Piercings aren’t really my thing.”
“Suit yourself. That’ll be twenty bucks.” She gazes between Connor and his cute little pal. “Who’s paying?”
“I am. I have pocket money,” Kylar announces importantly, fishing it out and handing it to her. She smiles at him, much nicer than she did to Connor.
“Good for you, honey. Have a nice night.”
“Thank you very much,” the demon teen says gratefully, taking Connor’s assistance to get out of the reclining chair. The two young men leave the piercing studio, the counter-girl glaring at Connor for scaring her and getting her into trouble. Connor ignores her.
Outside on the street, Kylar touches his bottom lip, feeling over the Band-aid that covers it. Though he can taste blood in his mouth, it’s not overly sore.
“You okay?” Connor inquires in concern.
“Oh, yes. I hardly even felt it. It feels funny when I talk, though.” The metal ring clicks against Kylar’s front teeth as he speaks. That will take some getting used to. But he is very proud of himself. This is the first time he’s ever done something that he wanted to do on the spur of the moment, something special just for him, just because he can.
As they’re walking along the city streets towards home, Kylar glances inquisitively at his more knowledgeable companion. “Do you think I made the right choice of jewellery? Do you think it will look okay on me?”
“Looks awesome.” Connor nods approvingly. “Gold is a good colour for you.”
“Does it make me more attractive?”
The vampire slayer shrugs in embarrassment at Kylar’s straightforward query. “I suppose. But you probably shouldn’t go around telling people what I think of you. I’m supposed to be a kick-ass killer. Stuff like that makes me look a bit weak.”
“I do apologise,” Kylar immediately offers, regretting his unthinking comments. “I am still learning how to socialise with others on this dimension. Sometimes I just speak words honestly without considering them first, as was done on Pylea.”
“Yeah. Noticed that.”
Kylar’s brow is crinkled with anxiety. “I respect you greatly, Connor, and I did not mean to offend you in any way. I am sorry if I did.”
“Nah, it’s cool. I know what you meant.” Connor gives another shrug, this one casual and unconcerned. “Besides, if that demon chick tells anyone what you said, I’ll just go back and kill her.”
At the horrified look he receives, Connor breaks out into a grin. “Kidding, dude. I guess you’re still learning about jokes too, huh?” He bumps Kylar’s shoulder with his in a playful manner.
Smiling with relief, Kylar ducks his head and stuffs his hands into his pockets like Connor is doing, glad he has such an accepting friend and teacher of the ways of this world.
By the time they arrive back at the hotel, Kylar’s piercing has stopped bleeding and so with Connor’s help they pause on the front steps to peel the Band-aid off. As they walk through the doors, Lorne is downstairs mixing himself up a fresh drink. He instantly ntotices the golden lip-jewellery shining in the lobby lighting, almost dropping his cocktail shaker on the floor.
“What the hell is THAT?” He comes marching over, finger pointed.
“It’s called a labret piercing,” Kylar volunteers, proud of his new facial decoration.
Lorne, however, isn’t so thrilled about it, instantly swinging to Connor, assuming it was his idea.
“Did you coerce Kylar into getting this…this thing?” he demands, gesturing incredulously to the ring.
“No, actually. I didn’t,” Connor snaps back, taking immediate offence to the accusation. “Did you ever think that maybe Kylar has a mind of his own?”
“Oh, like you didn’t encourage him. I know how you work, you little punk.” Lorne glares at the troublesome teen. “You enjoy pissing people off. Especially me!”
“I didn’t do anything!” Connor is seriously starting to get pissed off. “Why do I get blamed for all the shit that happens around here?”
“Because it usually IS your fault. Ever since you dropped out of that portal in the ceiling, you’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass!” Lorne blazes, his red eyes burning like the fires of hell. “I wish you’d just stayed in Qor’toth where you belonged!”
“Well, I wish I’d killed you the first day I got here,” Connor hisses, itching to cut Lorne’s throat right now but he can’t, not in front of Kylar. If he did that, Kylar would never forgive him. Instead, Connor clenches his fists, steps up and fearlessly gets right in Lorne’s face, the young hunter’s icy blue gaze cold and dangerous, silently threatening Lorne that one day, his luck will be over and he will be a decapitated demon.
“I hate you. I hope you drop dead, you ugly green piece of trash.”
After that growled insult, Connor stomps across the hotel foyer and up the stairs.
“I hate you too, you feral little prick!” Lorne roars at the boy’s back as it disappears down the hallway. “Yeah, go and sulk in your room like usual. That’s real mature, Connor!”
The only reply is a viciously slammed door from upstairs.
“Fucking kids,” Lorne mutters, turning back to Kylar and fixing him with a furious scowl. “And you, young man… I thought you had more sense than this, Kylarkmar. Why’d you let Connor talk you into doing something so ridiculous?”
“He didn’t. I wanted to,” the smaller male starts to protest but Lorne cuts him off.
“No matter whose idea it was, I am your guardian and you should have gotten my permission first!”
“But I am eighteen,” Kylar points out in bewilderment. “The sign said I only needed permission of a parent of guardian if I was below that age.”
“Even so, you still should have consulted me before going ahead and poking holes in your face! I would have told you it’s a stupid idea. It looks terrible! What were you thinking?”
Kylar is distressed by Lorne’s enraged expression, not wanting the other male to be angry with him for any reason. It’s upsetting to Kylar, knowing that he’s displeased Lorne with his impulsive actions, especially when he thought he was doing something empowering for himself.
“Forgive me. I shall take it out this instant,” Kylar humbly concedes, bowing his head and reaching up to remove the ring. He seems chastised, defeated and submissively subservient. The older Empath can sense Kylar’s spirit dimming, as it would have been when he was in chains, and Lorne’s anger vanishes like smoke, aghast and appalled that he’s made the beautiful, freed boy feel like a worthless slave again.
“Wait. Don’t.” Lorne stops Kylar with a light grip to the wrist, feeling horrendously guilty for his over-the-top, ranting outburst.
“I’m sorry for yelling, sweetness,” he apologises. “I’m not really angry at you. I was just shocked. I never expected you to do something like this, that’s all.”
“I can undo it,” the youth whispers miserably, his gaze cast down.
“No. I’m not your master. I would never force to you to do anything you really don’t want to. Look at me, Kylar.” Lorne gazes intently into the boy’s troubled eyes. “Forget about what I think. This lip-ring…do YOU like it?”
Kylar nods hesitantly. “Yes. I do.”
“And you chose to get it for yourself? For your own personal reasons?”
“I did.”
“Then that’s all that matters.” Lorne sighs, giving in and letting the kid be a rebellious teenager. It was bound to happen sooner or later anyway.
Kylar’s face instantly brightens. “I am allowed to keep it?”
“I suppose. At least it isn’t a damn tattoo.” With reluctant curiosity, Lorne cups the boy’s chin in his hand, lifting Kylar’s face up and having another close look at the piercing, at the way the shiny gold circle fits perfectly over the lush burgundy swell of the teen’s bottom lip, highlighting one of his most alluring features.
“I guess it doesn’t look THAT bad,” Lorne half-heartedly admits, realising that it’s only jewellery, after all, and if Kylar ever changes his mind, he can easily take it out without leaving much of a scar. Compared to the other scars he’s got, a little hole would be nothing.
“Keep it. Just make sure it doesn’t get infected, all right?”
“Oh, thank you, Lorne,” Kylar gushes, throwing a pair of slim arms around his generous caretaker and squeezing in gratitude, smiling happily against Lorne’s chest. “You are very good to me. I am so happy to have you as my guardian.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lorne mumbles, knowing that the brat has him wrapped around his little finger and could probably get away with anything now, just by being adorable like this. He awkwardly pats Kylar on the back and draws back out of those hugging arms before he gets too excited by the teenager’s warm, supple body pressing up against his.
“Now, off to bed, please,” Lorne instructs in a kind but firm tone. “You’ve got lessons in the morning and you need your sleep.”
That’s an order Kylar doesn’t mind following. Because when he sleeps, he dreams.
And when he dreams, it’s always about one thing.
Lorne.
………
The next afternoon, Kylar and Connor are in Connor’s room, watching an action movie. Kylar is not really concentrating on it; too busy pondering other things. Connor has already apologised for the nasty squabble between him and Lorne yesterday, assuring Kylar that they fought like that all the time and not to take anything they say too seriously. They’re not really going to kill each other. But that’s not what the demon boy is thinking about.
“Connor, you have experienced kissing before, have you not?”
Turning to the curious olive-skinned male, Connor answers with a small shrug, “Sure. Lots of times.”
“What’s it like?”
“Why, hasn’t anyone kissed you yet?”
“No,” Kylar admits, sighing.
“Seriously? With you looking like that?”
Kylar gives a puzzled look at Connor’s incredulous gesture. “Like what?”
“You know.” The other eighteen year old squirms, his face heating a little. “Pretty.”
“Thank you. But on my home dimension, I wasn’t considered so.” More concerned with talking about Connor, the long-haired Pylean inquires, “Who have you kissed?”
Sensing this conversation might go on for a while, Connor hits the pause button on the remote control and the movie freezes on the television screen.
“Well,” he begins, settling into his bean bag and glancing upwards in remembrance. “There was this girl Sunny. She was my first. She was nice but she had a drug problem. My second turned out to be a prostitute. You know what a prostitute is, right?”
Kylar nods. They are women who sell their bodies. He has seen them on the streets here at night, scantily-dressed ladies with soft hands and hard eyes. He saw them back on Pylea too. It is one thing the two dimensions have in common.
“Watch out for them. If a girl offers you a ‘reward’, don’t take it. She’s just after money,” Connor advises sardonically. “After I learned that lesson, I started seeing an older woman but it didn’t work out. Then I had a girlfriend called Tracy but I found out the whole relationship was a lie and wasn’t even real.”
Astounded, Kylar exclaims, “You have kissed a lot of people!”
With a snort, Connor answers, “Not really. In this city people kiss someone new every day.”
“They do?”
“Well, not everyone,” Connor amends, wishing Kylar wouldn’t take everything he hears so literally. “Some people wait until they find a person that they really like being with. And once they’re with that person, they don’t kiss anyone else but them.”
The LA teen softens his voice.
“Like me and this guy I know. His name’s Sebastian. I’ve been dating him for a while now.”
Kylar gasps in surprise. “You have a boyfriend?”
“Yeah. He’s gay. You remember what I told you about gay people?”
Nodding, Kylar remembers quite well. Connor said that some individuals of the same sex are attracted to each other and that they mate together. That makes them gay. But if they are also attracted to and mate with the opposite sex as well, that makes them bi. If they only mate male to female, that makes them straight. Connor said there were other categories of sexuality too, much more complicated ones, but those three were the most common. Kylar has a feeling that he himself could be gay but he’s not really sure. The only person he’s ever been attracted to is Lorne. However, if Connor has a boyfriend, he definitely fits into the bisexual category. Kylar has seen the vampire hunter gazing interestedly at girls on the streets and occasionally looking the same way at young men too.
“But you can’t tell my dad, all right? Angel doesn’t know. He’d probably freak out. Seb’s a lot older than I am.”
As is Lorne, Kylar muses to himself. Perhaps that is why the older Pylean keeps his distance. Perhaps it is frowned upon to be with someone whose age differs greatly from one’s own.
“Here,” Connor says, reaching under his mattress and pulling out a magazine, flipping to one of the middle pages. “This is Sebastian. He’s a model. He wears other people’s clothes and has his photo taken a lot. He’s kinda famous in the fashion industry.”
Gazing at the man in the glossy picture with long curly black hair and sultry green eyes, Kylar breathes, “He is extremely handsome!”
“I know, right?” The slayer boy grins. “Sometimes I wonder what the hell he sees in me. I guess he was impressed when I staked a vampire in front of him and saved his life. He’s awesome because he knows what I do and what I am and he doesn’t even care. He still wants to be with me anyway. Some nights I don’t actually go hunting. I go to visit Sebastian.”
“And you kiss him?”
Smirking, Connor replies, “We do a lot more than that.”
“Oh.” Quite interested in the subject, Kylar enquires, “Is it nice? Mating…I mean, having sexual intercourse?”
Connor laughs. “Of course. Why do you think people do it so much?”
“Surely it can’t be nice all the time.” Kylar frowns, thinking of occasions when he saw human slave girls being taken against their will by brutish Pylean warriors. The girls didn’t look like they enjoyed it at all.
“I guess it can occasionally suck,” the second teenager concedes. “If someone is too rough, too quick, too demanding or too inconsiderate. Or if you’re with somebody you’re not attracted to. Sometimes it doesn’t feel good. But if you’re with someone you really like and who treats you well, it can be the most amazing thing ever.”
He glances at the inexperienced demon-youth, cautioning, “But if I were you, Kylar, I’d start with kissing first.”
“I would very much like to do that one day,” Kylar confesses, fidgeting with his dreadlocks. “Connor, do you think…perhaps…Krevlornswath might be interested in…in kissing me?
“Lorne? You like him?” Connor sounds both appalled and astonished. “Romantically?”
Blushing prettily, Kylar nods, avoiding Connor’s blue stare.
“Wow. I didn’t know you felt that way about him.” The auburn-haired boy can’t help wrinkling his nose. “I thought he was supposed to be like your dad, or something.”
“Lorne is nothing like my father,” the horned teenager states quietly. “My father used to scorn me and belittle me. He would strike me across the face if I was ever in his way. He would curse the Powers That Be for burdening him with such a useless, ugly boy-child and would sometimes kick me or spit in my hair.”
Seeing red at this degrading treatment, Connor grits out, “Want me to go back over there and cut his head off for you?”
Smiling, Kylar glances back up at his protective friend. “I appreciate your offer, Connor. However, I do not wish vengeance upon him or the rest of my clan. They are simply ignorant and did not know any better. I am happy now that I am here and now that I am under Lorne’s guardianship.”
“But you’d be happier if Lorne was more than just your guardian?”
“Yes.” Nervously, Kylar presses, “Do you think it could happen?”
Shifting uncomfortably, Connor eventually says, “Well, uh…I’m not really the best person to speak to about this. Lorne and I aren’t exactly buddies, as you’ve seen.”
“But you’ve known him longer than I have on this world. Am I the type he would kiss? Is he gay or bi?”
Letting out an awkward breath, Connor rubs the back of his neck. “Probably. I know he likes boys.”
“Boys? What boys?”
At Kylar’s dismayed, crestfallen expression, Connor hurriedly placates, “Not that I’ve seen him looking at any lately. Since you’ve shown up, he’s only been looking at you.”
Appearing hopeful again, Kylar repeats, “He looks at me?”
“Everybody looks at you, dude. Kinda hard not to,” Connor confesses reluctantly, also talking about himself here. “If you asked anyone to kiss you, they totally would.”
“I don’t want to ask Lorne that!” Kylar’s big ruby eyes fill with fear. “What if he says no?”
“Doubt it. Nobody would say no to you,” Connor mutters, feeing inappropriately attracted to Kylar at that moment and unable to stop staring at his new lip-ring. Suddenly, he understands the main reason why Kylar chose to put his piercing there. To get Lorne to look at it, and therefore at Kylar’s lips. Clever tactic. Well, Connor can’t speak for the older demon but it’s damn sure working on him.
“But Connor…I am afraid that if I ask, I will somehow ruin our relationship. The closeness I have with Lorne right now is wonderful and I greatly enjoy every minute I spend with him, however…I can’t help wanting more.” Kylar’s voice drops to a fretful whisper. “Is it selfish of me to feel that way? Should I just be content with what I do have?”
Connor stares at the other boy’s face, comprehension slowly filling him. “No. You’re not selfish. You just want what everybody wants.”
“What is that?”
“Love.” Eye-rolling, Connor shakes his head, fine auburn hair brushing across his shoulders. “God, I’m an idiot. I should’ve noticed earlier. You came all the way to this dimension for Lorne, didn’t you? You could have gone anywhere else, to a hundred other dimensions or a thousand other cities, but you chose LA because Lorne is here. Am I right?”
“Yes, that is true,” Kylar whispers with a slight blush. “I would have followed him to any world he lived in.”
“Because you’re in love with him.”
Kylar nods, his blush deepening greenly. This is the first time he’s told anyone about his feelings for Lorne. Cordelia knows, but it’s only because she was in his head when she cleansed his aura and she saw it for herself. But Kylar trusts her not to say anything. He also trusts Connor and trusting people is something very new and special to Kylar. Quite simply, he’s never had that opportunity before. He senses that Connor will not betray his trust and that is why he speaks so freely in front of the human youth.
“Connor, do you believe that Lorne wants love too? Do you think he wants me in that way?”
“Why are you asking me this?” Connor frowns. “You’re psychic. Can’t you just read his mind?”
“No. I cannot. He shields it from me.”
“Ah. Then he definitely likes you.”
“Are you sure? How can you be certain that it’s not just me?”
Connor sighs, both honoured that Kylar would share such personal thoughts with him and yet exasperated by the empathic boy’s utter lack of intuition in regards to his own love-life.
“Listen, as much as the guy bugs me, I know Lorne gets lonely sometimes. And I know he cares about you. A lot. You’re both Empath demons. It makes sense that you’d want to be together as a couple.”
Confused, Kylar queries, “If he wants to be with me then why has he not said anything? Or done anything? Why does he keep me at arm’s length?”
“He’s probably worried about your age difference. That could be why he hides his thoughts from you. Show him it doesn’t matter.” Connor lifts a nonchalant shoulder. “If you’re after a kiss, just go get one.”
“But shouldn’t I wait for him? Isn’t that the proper way on this dimension? Shouldn’t the man initiate the kiss?”
“Who says?” Connor tosses back. “It’s a free world. You can make the first move if you want. Sometimes, you have to do that or you never find out how somebody feels about you. Life’s too short to sit around waiting.”
Gazing into space, Kylar is quiet for a while, distractedly sucking on the gold circle through his pillowy plum-coloured lower lip, tasting a very faint tang of blood from the still-fresh wound. His lip is swollen and sore at the moment but he is a fast healer and he been using the antiseptic spray as directed so he expects it to be much better in a day or two. He blinks his long black lashes ponderingly, wondering what he should do about Lorne, if anything at all. Eventually, he looks back over to Connor, smiling gratefully at his knowledgeable companion, the sheer beauty of Kylar’s smile causing Connor’s heart to skip a beat.
“I shall think about all you have said. Thank you for your wise advice, Connor. You are a very good friend.”
“No problem,” the vampire slayer curtly replies, indicating to the TV. “Can we finish watching the movie now?”
The two teens watch the rest of the film in silence, except for the crunching of snacks and rustling of candy bar wrappers and crisp packets. It seems as though Connor has forgotten their conversation already but Kylar hasn’t, lost in his own thoughts and barely noticing what’s happening on screen.
When it’s over, Connor gets up and stretches, cracking the kinks out of his back and neck. “Gotta hunt tonight. Wanna come?”
“Oh, I…What are you hunting?”
“Vampires. They’re easy to kill. Stakes slide right through them like butter. You should have no trouble with it.”
Connor eyes the other boy off, noting the expression of apprehension appearing on his face. “You don’t have to come, Kylar. Only if you feel ready for it. But if you think you need a bit more training, that’s cool too.”
Kylar is secretly glad to be let off the hook. He already knows the technique to stake a vampire, and after all the practice sessions with Angel and the others, he is sure he could do it, but deep down he doesn’t really want to kill anybody again, even if vampires are soulless and evil.
“Thank you for thinking of me but Lorne is leaving soon. I am going to ask if I can go with him.”
“To that karaoke club?” Connor remarks with a grimace, thinking of all the disgusting demons in there, made even more disgusting when they get slobbering drunk and wail out dorky old songs from the seventies. “It’s a bit of a dive.”
Kylar pulls a frown. “I don’t know what that means.”
Connor snorts, turning around to gather his hunting supplies. “You’ll see. He probably won’t let you go, though.”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, Lorne is super-smothery where you are concerned. It’s like he panics every time you step outside. The only reason he’s let you go out at all so far is because you’ve been with me, and even then he threatens to bust my balls if I don’t keep you safe,” Connor dryly informs his naïve friend. “Asking him to take you to a sleazy nightclub? Good luck with that.”
“I have to try,” Kylar insists, already heading toward the door. “As you said, life’s too short.”
Watching him go, Connor gives a disbelieving shake of his head, still reeling over the fact that a pretty little thing like Kylar wants to get horny with an old dude like Lorne.
“Gross,” he mutters, strapping a hunting knife to his ankle and trying not to think about how demons mate with each other and whether they actually use their horns or not.
……….
In Lorne’s bedroom, Kylar perches on the edge of the bed, observing his care-giver as he stands in front of a full-length mirror, artfully fixing a silver satin cravat around the base of his throat, beneath a lavender shirt. A grey jacket hangs on the back of a chair nearby and Lorne’s hair has been styled so the spiked blond tips on the top catch the light, the sides brushed back neatly, leaving two short sideburns. The colour purple, Kylar notes, whether it’s pale or dark, looks amazing next to Lorne’s richly-patterned green skin.
“You look very nice,” Kylar shyly compliments him. “The colour of your shirt-garment greatly suits your complexion.”
“Why, thank you, doll-face. You sure know how to make a man’s night.” Lorne grins, adjusting his collar. “Don’t flatter me too much, though. I might get used to it.”
Now that he’s warmed Lorne up a little bit, the younger Pylean dares to ask what he came here for. “Lorne…may I come with you tonight? To the club?”
Despite the flattery, Lorne’s senses immediately start chiming warning bells but he conceals his unease, pretending to still be preening in the mirror. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, apple-crumble,” he replies smoothly and sympathetically. “You’d hate it. I’d be too busy working to spend any time with you, anyway.”
“But I won’t get in your way. I’d sit somewhere quietly. I would just like to hear you sing. I love listening to your voice.”
“That’s awfully kind of you to say, sweetie, but my club is no place for a nice kid like you. Most of my clients are…”
Vicious brutes who’d tear Kylar apart from the inside if they got half a chance?
“A little rough around the edges, shall we say?”
“I do not mind,” Kylar insists. “I lived on Pylea for eighteen winters, remember? I am familiar with rough characters and vulgar talk. I shall just ignore it.”
Yeah, but nobody will ignore you, Kylar, Lorne thinks to himself in dread.
On Pylea, nobody wanted puny, peculiar Kylarkmar of the Muthwok Clan but they will here. One look at the gorgeous teenager with his slim figure, rippling violet-red hair, and plump black-cherry lips (now complete with gold attention-drawing ring) and all the demons in Caritas will go crazy over him. It’d be like throwing a piece of meat into a den full of starving lions. They wouldn’t be able to actually hurt Kylar due to the anti-violence spell Lorne has enforced inside his establishment but that won’t stop anyone from making lewd comments and leering at the boy like creepy paedophiles with spines and tails. Comments and stares aside, Kylar would be relatively safe from harm in the club but the moment the kid stepped outside, somebody would snatch him away and Lorne would never see him alive again. Even with the boy’s new fighting skills, he’s still relatively small and most species of demons are rather large and ferocious. They’d simply gang up and overpower him. The thought of sweet, innocent Kylarkmar being raped, killed and possibly even eaten by a pack of inhuman beasts fills Lorne with the same sick, dizzying feeling he got when he first saw the whip-scars on Kylar’s back.
Grimacing, Lorne turns away from the mirror and takes a gulp of his drink so Kylar can’t see his face.
Oblivious to Lorne’s fear, Kylar asks again, “Will you take me with you? Please?”
Lorne firmly shakes his head. “No. I don’t want you going there. Ever.”
The hardness in his voice confuses Kylar – Lorne can sense it – but he doesn’t want to explain the reasons behind his strict rule. He doesn’t want to freak the kid out or scare him unnecessarily. Sighing, he turns back around, giving a half-true explanation that the boy will accept.
“Listen, Kylar. You know that portal in my club? The one you fell out of? Well, it can be unstable. Sometimes it can open up without warning and I don’t want you anywhere near it when it does. You could get sucked back into Pylea,” Lorne emphasises. “You don’t want to end up back there again, do you? Back in slavery?”
Looking alarmed, Kylar blurts, “By the Powers That Be, no! No, I do not.”
“Then, please, just hang out here and wait for me, Toostie Roll. I’ll spend time with you when I get back. I’ll even sing for you, if you like.”
Hope sparkles in Kylar’s eyes like rubies in the sun. “Would you?”
“Of course. Any song you want.” Stepping closer, Lorne smooths his palms over the boy’s long wavy hair, his face sombre. “Just swear to me that you’ll stay away from that place, all right?”
Kylar nods, understanding why he’s not allowed to go but sensing that Lorne isn’t telling him the whole story, for some reason. It can’t all be about the portal. It’s like he’s holding something back. Something else…However, Lorne is his caretaker and Kylar must listen to him and comply with what rules he is given.
“All right. I swear,” he answers, his lips twitching up into a reassuring smile, looking forward to hearing Lorne’s singing later. “I will remain here and wait for you to return.”
“That’s a good boy.” With a semi-serious warning look, Lorne adds, “And don’t pierce anything else while I’m gone or I will kick your pretty little butt from here to the highway and back.”
Biting the side of his lip, Kylar solemnly mumbles, “No more piercings. I promise.”
“Great.” Lorne makes a shooing motion. “Now, skedaddle. I’ll see you later.”
While Lorne fusses with his hair again and adds the finishing touches to his stage outfit, Kylar goes to his own room, pets a chirping Fredelia and opens up a book, settling on the bed with his beloved bat on his shoulder and a few quiet hours to waste until his guardian gets back from musical fortune-telling and sings Kylar his own special song.
As he’s draining the last of a muddled lime, rum and mint Mojito before the taxi arrives to take him to Caritas, Lorne sees Connor going past his room, the wiry brunette teen heading down the hallway to go on another nightly hunt.
“Hey, Connor, wait,” Lorne calls out, setting down his glass tumbler. “I want to talk to you.”
“What?” Irritably pausing at the top of the lobby stairs, Angel’s hot-heated son turns around with a scowl at Lorne’s approach. “I didn’t force Kylar to get his lip pierced. I already told you that. So you can save the lecture because I don’t fucking need it.”
“Don’t give me that attitude, you little…” Lorne stops to take a breath, finding it difficult to speak to Connor without calling him names. “All I wanted to say was…you know…thanks.”
Connor stares at him, not expecting that.
“I realise you’ve been spending a lot of time with Kylar lately. And that’s okay,” Lorne quickly assures the feisty eighteen year old, not needing to start another fight. “Kylar’s never had someone his own age to hang out with before and it’s doing him a world of good.”
A confused Connor continues staring, obviously wondering what all the shouting was about the previous day.
“I know I overreacted yesterday when you guys walked in but in spite of your trip to the piercing parlour, I can see what a positive influence you’re having on Kylar. You’re teaching him how to have fun, how to socialise, how to trust people. Not only that but you’re teaching him how to be independent and how to make his own choices and after being a slave for so long, he totally needs that,” the older demon emphasises, letting Connor see how sincerely thankful he is. “I just want to tell you that I really appreciate everything you’ve done for him, okay?”
“Um. Okay,” Connor answers uncertainly, not used to Lorne being so nice to him. “So, you’re not still mad about the lip-ring?”
Lorne sighs and shakes his head, accepting that it was Kylar’s decision. He softens towards the young demon hunter, letting the past stay in the past. “Look, Connor, I know we’ve never gotten along since you returned from that hell dimension and threatened to kill me but if Kylar likes you, then I guess you’re not entirely evil. I’m willing to make peace with us right now if you are. What do you say, kiddo? Truce?”
“I suppose.” Connor shrugs. “I’m getting kinda tired of arguing with you anyway.”
“Yeah. Me too.” Lorne gives another sigh, this one more wistful. “You know, you really were a cute baby. You adored me back then and I doted on you as well. I fed you, burped you, changed you. I didn’t even mind when you puked on my suits. I thought of you as my own nephew and when you were taken, I missed your chubby little face like you wouldn’t believe. But when you came back from Qor’toth all grown up, looking like Peter Pan gone bad…that close bond we used to have was gone. You didn’t even remember me. You just glared at me and called me a filthy demon.”
Lorne frowns at the memory. “That hurt, Connor. That really hurt. And every time you insult me or my skin colour, it hurts even more. I can’t help being green – it’s the way I was born. Just like Gunn was born black. But you wouldn’t insult him the way you do to me, would you?”
Realising how much of a racist dick he’s been, Connor looks down in shame. “Sorry.”
The tolerant Pylean graciously waves away the apology. “Ah, it’s not your fault. It’s the way you were raised. Eighteen years of brainwashing by a revenge-obsessed kidnapper would be enough to screw anybody up.”
“Yeah, but it’s no excuse. I know I shouldn’t call you those things. And I won’t anymore.”
Lorne nods. “Thanks. I’d appreciate it.”
“But I won’t call you Uncle Lorne either.” A rueful half-smile tugs at Connor’s mouth. “That’s just not gonna happen, even if you did change my diapers.”
“I can live with that,” Lorne accepts, smiling back. “I meant what I said about you being there for Kylar…it means a lot to me. And him. He loves hanging out with you.”
“It’s not like it’s a chore,” Connor replies, shrugging. “He’s a cool guy. But he loves hanging out with you more, though.”
Lorne’s ears perk. “Did Kylar say that?”
“Among other things. He hasn’t learnt what ‘too much information’ is yet.” Connor winces. “Listening to him go on about wanting to kiss you…Talk about awkward.”
Eyes going comically round, Lorne stutters, “Are you…are you joking? Because if you are, Connor, that’s not funny.”
“Wish I was. You better do it soon because I’d rather jam a pencil in my ear than hear that again,” the vampire slayer recommends dryly, walking away and leaving Lorne in a state of disbelief.
That’s makes two people who’ve pointed out the kissing issue, or lack thereof, between him and Kylar. Maybe Lorne should listen to the not-so-subtle advice. The older demon knows deep down that the real reason why he hasn’t done anything before is not because of Kylar’s age, but because he is afraid of rejection, as any normal man would be faced with baring his soul to the person they are secretly in love with. Having his heart pulped like a like a mango in a blender is not something Lorne particularly wants to experience in this lifetime but that’s the risk he has to take in order to find out if he’s wishfully dreaming or if he actually has a chance with Kylar. Someone as unearthly beautiful and youthful as Kylarkmar would normally be so far out of Lorne’s league but Cordelia and now Connor insist that the eighteen year old Pylean feels the same way as Lorne does. Sometimes Lorne feels that Kylar is attracted to him and other times he thinks he’s imagining it and that the kid only looks up to him like a mentor, guide and teacher. Like a father.
Sometimes, he even believes that Kylar has a thing for Angel but Cordy said that wasn’t so. You’d think with Lorne being an Empath demon he’d have a better idea of Kylar’s true feelings towards him but the kid’s mind is not as easy to read as he’d like it to be. Perhaps by shielding his own mind, it prevents him from reading Kylar’s. Whatever Lorne thinks he senses and whatever he wishes or fantasizes, the facts boil down to this: either Kylar wants something to happen between them as well or he doesn’t. And there’s only one way to find out.
But Lorne is too damn scared to do it.
………
That night at Caritas, Lorne notices those twin Ho’kio demons are in the crowd again. He tries not to look at them but they’re a bit hard to miss, the long-haired brunette brothers sitting at the bar close to the stage, their raven locks flowing down like dark curtains of silk, their lily-white skin shimmering under the coloured club lights, limbs criss-crossed with bands of leather. They are giving him lots of obvious sexual signals, including open staring and seductive lip-licking with their lengthy black tongues. They are over a foot in length and flicker in and out like snakes, the seductive siblings using the flexible pointy ends to scoop ice cubes out of the bottom of glasses or to snatch peanuts from the dishes sitting on the top of the bar, much like a chameleon catches flies. However, rather than cause disgust, these unnaturally elongated tongues only add to the allure of the Ho’kio species because any prospective partners with half a brain cell can imagine what arousing things could be done with them. The pretty one plays with the piercing in his, deliberately twirling the silver stud between his front teeth, making sure Lorne can see it. Occasionally, the brothers lean in together and whisper in each other’s pointed ears, smirking as though making dirty jokes about Lorne and perhaps discussing what they might like to do with him. Naked.
With their tongues.
Somehow, despite all this distraction, Lorne manages to get through his songs without forgetting any of the words. During a break in his performance, the twins get up on the dance floor and grind their scantily-clad bodies together – one slender and one muscular, inviting Lorne to join them with their glittering midnight eyes and secretive smiles, flashing a hint of fanged teeth. Lorne’s not sure what exactly they see in him; maybe they’ve never slept with a Pylean before and view him as a novelty, or a challenge. Maybe they like his semi-celebrity status. Or maybe they’re just sluts, sleeping their way through the entire demon population of LA. Normally, Lorne wouldn’t mind being another notch on their bedpost and they definitely would relieve his built-up frustration but he’s practically a father now and as such that entails a great deal of responsibility. He can’t just go having reckless one-night stands because that wouldn’t send a very good message to Kylar about waiting for the right person before losing his virginity. Like it or not, Lorne is a role model for the kid. He has to lead by example and resist temptation, no matter how hot, sexy or easily available these twin brothers are.
He performs a few more show tunes and then opens the stage up for karaoke, listening to his patrons sing and gleaning inside information about them using his natural-born empathic abilities. He does reading after reading which keeps him busy and stops him focusing on the Ho’kio demons and how much they are staring at him. Finally it’s all over and after taking his bows and basking in the applause, everyone starts to leave and Lorne can escape backstage to his dressing room. Once safely in there, he peels off his grey jacket and starts rolling the sleeves up on his lavender coloured shirt, glad the show is finished and he can shortly go home. He hears a knock on his door. Assuming it’s one of his lovely waitresses bringing him a much-needed drink, he goes over and opens it, humming softly to himself.
The Ho’kio brothers are standing there.
Lorne’s voice cuts off mid-hum. The twins are even more striking and seductive up close, like two wicked wayward angels, without the wings. Or evil elves, straight out the blackest forest of the underworld. Their eyes are liquefied sin and they have markings on each of their foreheads, a line of three splotches, like drops of ink or smoky bullet holes that have healed over. They aren’t tattoos but pigmented birthmarks that are unique to their race. Lorne has seen Ho’kio demons before but never any quite as beautifully arresting or darkly attractive as this couple.
“Oh, hi guys,” he greets them with a nervous smile, ignoring how his heart is beginning to pound. “If you’re here to get a private reading, I’m afraid I can’t do it. I’m all out of Empath, sorry.”
“Pity,” the pretty one purrs, glancing him up and down with a flick of long lashes. “How about we read YOU instead?”
“You have empathic abilities?”
“We don’t need them. We can see for ourselves how frustrated you are.” The androgynous black-lipped creature leans closer, breathing in deeply. “We can smell it.”
“You need us,” the masculine one adds in his deeper purr, sparkling midnight eyes fixated knowingly on Lorne. “We can give you the relief you seek.”
“I don’t need relief,” Lorne objects. “I just need to go home. Besides, I have somebody waiting for me.”
He tries to close the door on them but they stop him in unison, blocking the doorway with their leather-wrapped bodies. They’re both tall, possess supernatural strength and clearly don’t like taking no for an answer.
“Who? A lover?”
“Well, not exactly…but…”
“Then stop pretending you don’t want us. We know you do.”
“Everybody wants us,” the effeminate twin seconds, brazenly pushing into Lorne’s dressing room while the other brother locks the door.
Lorne starts backing away in unease. “Uh, guys…you really shouldn’t be in here…”
“Too bad.” They both smile, showing their matching fangs. “We already are.”
Advancing with swaying hips and elegant strides, their long straight hair looking like hooded cloaks, the predatory pair walk Lorne back into a wall, leaving him nowhere to go and no escape route. Trapped, he wildly looks around, wondering if he can reach his phone to call security. He could always try screaming in a super high-pitched note which usually drops most people to the ground in convulsing agony but it might not work on these demonic twins. They might be immune to it.
“Don’t be scared of us, Host. We won’t hurt you.” the girlish one says softly and persuasively, pressing a bare hipbone into Lorne’s thigh and starting to work on the cravat around his neck, unknotting and freeing it. “We just want to make you feel good. We want to relieve you of all your stress.”
“And we know that you are stressed,” the manly one adds, coming up to Lorne’s other side and laying a strong hand on the panicking Pylean’s stomach, feeling how tense and jittery he is. Lorne attempts to push him away but this guy is much harder and bulkier than his slimmer twin, his chest and arms solid with firm muscle beneath the spaced-out strips of his provocative leather costume. The scent of musk is seeping through their skins, one sweeter and one saltier, both intoxicating and alluring, yet another trick the mating pair use on their intended prey to render them helpless. Though Lorne doesn’t want to respond to this unfair, two-against-one gang-up, the feel of these sexually aggressive creatures surrounding and entrapping him from both sides gives the green male a jolt of sudden savage lust, making him realise just how much he actually does need this, and does need relief.
Screw it – he should stop fighting his needs and just give in. He should just let the twins fuck his brains out and then he’ll feel so much better.
…No.
No, he can’t do it. Kylar is waiting for him back at the hotel.
He should go home to the boy, as he promised. As a guardian and caretaker, he should keep his word or he’ll disappoint Kylar and let him down and that’s the last thing Lorne wants to do to the sensitive kid. However, it might not be safe to go back there when his blood is filled with such restless dark desire. It could possibly manifest itself in some unpredictable, dangerous way, as has happened before when he couldn’t control his own emotions. Should he risk accidentally Hulking out and hurting Kylar? Or should he stay here with the Ho’kio demons and let them suck it all out of him, leaving him cleansed and calm? Yet, if he does that, if he has sex with these black-haired brothers, (which is probably going to involve a high level of graphic incest) how can he ever look Kylar in the eye again? How’s he going to explain where he’s been?
But oh God, they smell so good and they’re touching him and he really, really wants this because they’re sexy as hell and he hasn’t gotten laid in so fucking long…
Crap, what should he do?!
………
A/N: DRAMA!!! lol What would you guys like to see happen? Just curious as to your thoughts ^^
Some of you may have noticed the little crossover I did with Manchild in this chapter, even though the time lines don't exactly match up. But let's pretend they do XD
Btw, I did some photoshopped artwork of the Ho’kio twins if anyone wants to see how I view them :
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