Hybrid Theory Chapter 16
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Chapter Sixteen
Divine Mysteries
When the elevator reached the 35th floor, our uncles went to the right, and we went to the left to our separate suites. I had no idea why, but I was nervous as a virgin. I fumbled with the key card, dropping it once, before finally getting the door open. The view of the city was amazing, and at a small table in front of the windows was a little bucket with iced champagne and two flutes. The room was filled with candles in appropriate places. I turned off the electric lights and went around lighting candles until the room was glowing with flickering candlelight. Rav popped the cork and poured us each a glass, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. We clinked glasses and took a sip.
"W...we're married..." he said, as if it just actually hit him.
"Yep" I answered.
It was all so fast in retrospect; the buildup was way more agonizing than the finale.
"I've missed you so badly this week" I told him with a chuckle, "I actually tried to spoon with Danny. I got a speech about `no homo and be strong', then he gave me a giant teddy bear to hug."
"How sweet, he let you use Herman; you're privileged. I wanted to sneak in, but mom said if I did, she'd change the locks" Rav giggled.
"I don't think you can even fathom how much I want you...need you...right now" I breathed into his ear.
"Wanna bet?" he asked as his hand dragged softly from my neck down my back, ending with his hand gently wrapped around the base of my tail, claiming me. My stomach lurched and my hips involuntarily pushed back toward the warm hand.
"Hold on" he said, I whimpered when he held my tail gently, letting it slide through his hand all the way to the tip as he walked over to put the `Do Not Disturb' sign out and lock and chain the door, then came back over and brought up a song on his phone.
"I found this music and thought about you. It's a little newer than the stuff Alan likes, but..." he trailed off.
Close your eyes, make a wish
And blow out the candlelight
For tonight is just your night
We're gonna celebrate
All through the night
He sat me down in one of the chairs at the table and pulled off my dress shoes and socks, then put his, one foot at a time, on my chair and I took his off. We sat back and took another sip of our champagne. My bare foot went up and into the space between Rav's legs, slowly pushing forward until my foot pads contacted a certain not-exactly-soft, meaty lump. He pretended to ignore me as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled the tail out his pants, before completely taking it off, exposing his muscled chest. The song in the background urged us on.
Throw your clothes on the floor
I'm gonna take my clothes off too
I made plans to be with you
Girl whatever you ask me you know I can do
I unbuttoned my own shirt, only the top two buttons and the cuffs, then pulled it off over my head. Rav stood up and offered me a hand. Standing, facing each other as we had in the temple, I could feel the connection again. The feeling both weirded me out as well as comforted me. His hands found themselves at my belt and busied themselves pulling on the leather and releasing it from the buckle, then finding my pants' fastener and pulling the cloth to the side to release it. Between the champagne, the romantic music, and his hands all over my body I felt like I was on fire.
I'll make love to you
Like you want me to
And I'll hold you tight
Baby all through the night
I'll make love to you
When you want me to
And I will not let go
'Til you tell me to
Once he unbuttoned the tail strap, my slacks dropped to the floor exposing the magenta-colored briefs below. Despite the atmosphere in the room Rav chuckled a little, when he stepped out of his slacks I saw why -- his obscenely bulging aqua blue briefs -- great minds think alike. He kicked them off and stepped close enough to me that our protruding crotches were touching, kissed me, then refilled our champagne flutes. We clinked our glasses, took another sip, and looked out over the city. Ravan sat his glass on the table, and the last piece of cloth covering me started sliding down my legs. I dutifully stepped out of them and turned to remove the final barrier from Rav's body. He kicked them off in the direction of the discarded slacks and pressed himself against me, our two members caught in the sea of soft fur between our bellies.
My eyes were locked into Rav's as our muzzles met in a long, continuous kiss. It went on and on until we finally had to come up for air. He took my ear in his fingers and gently pulled it, stroked it -- one of my hot spots -- I shivered. Again, his hands caressed my head and pulled me into a second suffocating kiss, unbroken as he pulled me to the king-sized bed. We broke the kiss, took a breath and crawled onto the bed and lay facing each other. His right hand moved from my neck, slowly down my back to take my tail in it once again and slide it through his hand from the base all the way to the tip; this was definitely my primary erogenous zone, no doubt. I started leaking my clear fluid onto the expensive hotel duvet.
My heart was beating like crazy as I went for some of Rav's hot spots. I pushed his right arm up over his head and buried my muzzle into the damp, musky hair and took a deep sniff. Okay...admittedly...this one was as much for me as him, but both our cocks throbbed as my tongue darted out and lapped at the musk there. I let his arm go and moved slowly down his body to the second hot spot, shoving my tongue into his slightly innie navel. I made my way back up and engaged him in another kiss. I felt him tremble a little and his hips pushed toward me. It felt like time slowed down as my hands roamed all over his body, even grasping his tail the way he always did mine -- exploring, seeking new avenues of pleasure for one another.
I was the first to break our kiss. I made my way back down his torso and under his painfully erect cock to suck and chew on his tight sack and suck one of his big eggs into my mouth, then the other before I finally relented and pulled his slick penis inside and flitted my tongue all over the head, sending him into a frenzy.
Time sped back up and he pulled me around, pushing my thighs apart so he could access my furry ass. He spread my two melons apart and pushed his maw into my crevice. Gods! I'd missed this so much the last week. Sleeping with Danny I hadn't even been able to take care of myself. My desire was burning hotter than magnesium. His tongue easily breached me because I desperately wanted him inside me in every way possible; I pushed back almost violently into his face. I rocked as I felt his long tongue lap at my insides, my hole started to gape open on its own until I squeezed down. He kept licking, kissing, chewing on me until I was begging him.
"Ravan...please..." I whined.
He got up on his knees and spat in his hand, lubing the tip of his leaking meat. Not that he needed much spit, his whole dick was slick with pre. He lined up and started pushing into me. I was so desperately ready he slid without resistance until he was buried deep inside me. I exhaled and pulled my knees up under me and he stayed in and rose with me. When I stopped moving, he started -- slowly pulling out until only the head was barely still in me, then slowly pushing back in until he bottomed out against my cheeks. My sphincter throbbed around him. I was so horny for him I felt like I could pop at any second. Feeling my potential orgasm coming on, he pulled out and turned me over on my back.
He locked eyes with me as he entered me again. I was lost in the sea of his blue eyes and the feel of him filling me up. He started seriously thrusting, taking me with enough force that the king-size bed was quaking under us. My hand tried to go to my cock but was slapped away.
"Hold on Kreg, not yet baby..." he said. I forced myself to think of anything to try to make it last longer as his assault went into overdrive. His hands had an iron grip on my hips, holding me tight as his cock drilled me double speed.
"Wait for me, baby...just...wait...one...more...AAAHHHHH!!!" he nearly knocked the breath out of me as he slammed it home. There was no more holding back, I came so much I felt like I would dehydrate. When he collapsed onto me, I wrapped my legs around him to keep him buried inside me. I didn't want it to end. I felt a glow like I had in the temple, and I swear I saw a flash of light, but I'm sure Rav would say it was just my imagination.
As we lay there, I noticed that Rav never stopped gently moving inside me despite the intense orgasm we just shared. Moreover, I felt like that feeling was building up again. I rolled us over, Rav on his back and I sat up and gently started riding his spent cock, basking in the feeling of his still-hard member and the massive amount of fluid seeping down it as I worked myself on him. I bent forward and took his tongue in my mouth, his heavy breath flooding me. I held myself up with my trembling arms as I worked the lower half of my body, taking his invader over and over. The familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach had already built nearly to the overflowing point again. Rav took my dick in his hand, stroked it rapidly for a minute, then pulled the skin all the way back from the head until it was almost painful. I exploded again, not nearly as much as the first time but the release was even deeper. I could feel something akin to a dull ache inside me just above my perineum. Rav's cock started to throb a little. I moved off of his cock and turned so I could take him into my mouth just as his second orgasm began. I swallowed every drop he offered, then started cleaning off the foamy mess around his slowly deflating penis. He pulled me up and kissed me, lapping at the slimy mess of both our fluids all around my muzzle.
"I love you Mr. Vargella" I said.
"I love you too, Mr. Vargella" he told me. Just hearing it made my heart leap. We're married...actually married. The thought of cum-caked fur struck me for a minute, but not enough to keep me from laying down on his body again and trying to join every inch of flesh and fur I could manage. We kissed for what felt like an hour as his hand gently held the base of my tail and his fingers played at the opening under it. Not out of lust this time -- just because he knew it made me feel good.
Finally, the candles were starting to get low into their holders. I pulled him up and into the bathroom and ran the jacuzzi tub full of hot water. We washed each other and fell asleep in the tub with the jets beating our backs, but only for a short nap. Rav came around and pulled the drain plug and turned off the jets and we sluggishly dried each other. I went around and blew out the candles. By the time we managed to get under the cover and into the familiar position I'd been missing all week, we were dead to the world in minutes.
I woke up with my husband tight against my back, his arm across my chest and both mine holding it there. His muzzle was pressed along my neck and when he breathed out, I could hear the little whine-like noise he made in his sleep. I didn't dare move until I just couldn't stay a minute longer. I tried not to wake him as I gently moved his arm so I could sprint to the bathroom and empty my overflowing bladder. I didn't flush, still trying not to wake him. I crawled back onto the bed just as he turned over. He grimaced and ran to the bathroom and took his turn. A flush this time and he was back, lying next to me on his back, putting his arm under my head and rolling me toward him until our lips locked again.
"Why is it so different now?" he whispered.
"I don't know, but I feel it too. Maybe the binding is more real that you want to accept" I said.
"Superstitions" he snorted, but I saw the consideration in his eyes.
Last night I'd forgotten I even had a cellphone. It startled me as the notification dinged. I got up and pulled it out of the pocket of my wrinkled dress slacks in the floor.
Mark: Don't forget we have brunch with the folks at 10:30
Me: Okay, we'll be ready by then
I looked at the clock on my lock screen -- 8:45. There's a lot of things you can do in an hour and forty-five minutes. Would be that is, if you weren't already sore from a night of it. We left the sore part of me alone and filled both of our mouths for a solid 40-minutes, each catching more of the other's essence before we shared it with each other, swapping it back and forth until it was gone. I felt a little musky, but Rav said he thought we were still okay. We got dressed, much more casually than last night, but still semi-formal. The restaurant the grandparents were taking us to was kind of fancy. We wore chinos and polo shirts and our uncomfortable dress shoes.
We went down and knocked on the door to the other suite. Grexl let us in, and Mark was tying his shoes, so the three of us stood around waiting for him to get done.
"Dude, you were the one texting me telling us to be ready?" I said.
"Well...something came up and I had to take care of it before I could get in the shower" he said, cutting his eyes toward Grexl.
"He's insatiable" Grexl said. Mark went full body blush, but laughed and said, "It is what it is."
Finally done, Mark came over to the rest of us and sniffed the air -- "Need a little mouthwash, neph?"
I cupped my hand and smelled my breath which was very cummy smelling. I saw Rav do the same out of the corner of my eye. `
We ducked into their bathroom and swigged some mouthwash and spit it out, careful not to step on the wadded towel with the suspicious patterning of moisture on it. I went back and blew toward Mark.
"Better?" I asked. He sniffed again and said, "Minty...fresh...semen. It'll have to do; we're going to be late."
Zandrienne's was a roof top restaurant just a few blocks away, so we walked. A block or so into the trip I was regretting it as the temp today was only in the 20s. At least the sidewalks were mostly cleared of snow. The doorman let us in, and we went up to the top floor where the big smoky-tinted glass doors framed in dark oak led the way into the restaurant. Grexl spotted Kathy and Kris and the grands at a large, round table and we went over to join them. Kathy's father welcomed us; I ended up seated next to him.
"Good morning, Pop-pop" Ravan said around my back.
"Good morning little buddy" Pop-pop told him, then put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You can call me Pop-pop too, if you want, son."
"Thank you, sir...uh, Pop-pop" I said, the old fella smiled broadly. The graceful lady next to him looked me over and said, "Mee-ma."
Rav's family likes me better than my own family I was thinking, but to be honest I'd never met much of my family. Mom's parents were seated across from us and Rav's kamu and kama were seated by Mark and Grexl.
The brunch was nice, all the grandparents were happy to get to know our new spouses. I only wished my mother could be here. We sat and chatted for a long time after the dishes were cleared; I could tell the waitstaff were ready for us to leave. Honestly, I was ready to leave. This gathering had been a little too much for newlyweds. The four of us said our goodbyes and left all the elders to carry on; we headed back to the hotel. Mark and Grexl had driven over, so we followed them into the parking garage. Grexl hit the button on his remote to unlock the doors and we got one more step toward the car when the flashing lights came on.
Agent Danvers walked up and started reading us our rights as his partner, Rivers, cuffed me and Mark. We were pushed into a waiting van staffed with two additional agents. I heard Rav screaming at the officers to no avail. Grexl told Danvers that the family lawyer would be in touch and to say goodbye to their cushy government jobs. None of it phased Danvers; Rivers looked a little less sure of himself.
We were transported to a nondescript gray building downtown, pulled out of the van, taken inside and separated. I was locked in a room with a table and two chairs on opposite sides, still handcuffed like a common criminal. I don't know how long I'd been in there, seemed like a long time, when Danvers came in and sat opposite me and laid a manila folder on the table.
"Accessory to espionage, conspiracy, receiving stolen property, intention to defraud the government, attempted evasion of justice...should I go on?" he asked. One thing I'd picked up from watching old crime dramas is that you never talk to any of these people without your attorney present. I sat and looked at him in silence. He sat and waited for me to say something.
"I have a right to an attorney" I said.
"This will go a lot better for you if you cooperate" Danvers said. I slumped back in the chair and stared at a point on the edge of the table. Finally, he said, "Okay, we'll do it your way." He stepped outside and two officers came in and led me to a booking station. I was fingerprinted, mugshots taken, then I was forced to strip and put on bright orange jail clothes. Afterward, I followed the officer down the hall and into a holding cell with several other men, all full humans. I went to the opposite side of the cell and sat on the cold, hard bench. It was another 15 minutes or so before they brought Mark in. He sat beside me and waited until the guards left.
"Most of their charges are bogus" he said. I wasn't so sure.
"Grexl is calling some lawyer who works for Zarvek" he said.
"Great! That's the way to prove we don't have anything to do with a criminal operation!" I spat at him. He drew back from me as if I'd punched him.
"What the fuck else are we supposed to do?" he asked, a little pissed and exasperated.
"I don't know...I don't get arrested every day" I said.
"You two keep the lover's spat quiet over there" one of the scuzzy looking guys chirped. Mark looked him over and decided to ignore him.
"What if we just give it back?" I whispered, "Maybe we could make some kind of deal?"
"If we give it back, then we admit our guilt, then we go away for about 10-20 years," Mark whispered back.
"What if we didn't know it wasn't legal money. We could say mom left it" I asked, grasping at straws.
"They'd say, `if that's true, why were you hiding it?'" he said. I could see this conversation was going nowhere but in circles, or more aptly, into a downward spiral.
"So, I guess, we're going to prison?" I said.
"Unless the attorney has some angle" Mark said, "I'm sorry for getting you into this."
"You only tried to help. The one who should be sorry is my fucking father. Instead, he's living it up vard-style back on Vanterra" I said angrily, "Fucking piece of shit!"
One of the guards was back.
"Grantham, Silnorra, come with me" he barked. We followed him to another small room. I guess I was expecting a Vanterran, instead we found Moshe Goldberg. He fit the profile of a high-level attorney -- forties, $3000 suit, a wristwatch that cost as much as the Vargella's house.
"Gentlemen, I hope you've at least kept your speaking orifices closed?" he asked. Mark and I both nodded.
"As you know, due to your very recent nuptials - congratulations by the way -- Mr. Vargella neé Grantham, Marcus, you are officially a citizen of Restarra. Mr. Vargella neé Silnorra, by birth, you are a de facto citizen of Restarra, and always have been. This creates a very...touchy...situation for our government friends -- a possible intergalactic scandal. Of course, that wouldn't deter them under usual circumstances, but since you are both related to the Minister of Justice it muddies the situation quite a bit" Mr. Goldberg said very rapidly, I just tried to keep up.
"Now, the flip side of the coin. The government of Restarra is in flux. I know that you all were hired to do a campaign tour for the Shalatarri'vak, the party who are interested in...rights for...your kind...in Restarra" he said with a less that sympathetic attitude.
"We're supposed to leave Sunday morning and stay on Vanterra for six months" Mark said.
"The Prime Minister has been...persuaded...to hold off on his initiative" Goldberg said, "so, your contribution will either be postponed or not needed at all. It's still up in the air at this point."
"Then, what about our situation, right now?" I asked. He looked at me over his reading glasses and gave me one of the fakest smiles I've ever seen.
"My team is working on a solution" he said.
"What the hell does that mean?" Mark asked.
"This is very complicated and may take some time" he answered.
"How long do we have to stay in here?" I asked, thinking about the three rednecks back in the holding cell. Goldberg shrugged.
"Days...maybe a couple of weeks. Your benefactors have people working on it on their end as well" he said. My heart sank.
"Wait...benefactors, as in plural of benefactor?" I said.
"How astute of you, Kregard. Yes, your uncle and another entity have an interest in you" he said cryptically.
"Can I see Rav?" I asked. Goldberg shuffled his papers.
"Once you get officially booked in, you will have visitation times, yes" he said. Mark leaned in close to the lawyer.
"What if we offer to give the money back?" he asked, looking over to me.
"What money, sir?" Mr. Goldberg asked flatly, his cold eyes locking with Mark's. The unspoked insinuation was for us not to admit to any money existing.
"Understood" Mark said.
"You two are just poor pawns in a game that's way over your heads" the lawyer said.
"Can I ask you about another matter?" I asked.
"Yes, of course...your mother" Goldberg was sharp as a tack.
"Your mother is under the personal protection of your benefactors. Should Grav Silnorra lay a finger on her...let's just say...there would be a very unsavory outcome for him, and he has been made acutely aware of that" he said. I actually let out a sigh of relief.
"For now, gentlemen, I need to go. I'll get back to you as soon as the situation warrants," Mr. Goldberg said.
The guard let him out and we were taken, not back to the holding cell, but to separate cells in the facility. The obvious plan was `divide and conquer' but we'd both made up our minds to become mutes. We were given the rundown -- visitation wasn't until 6pm -- in the meantime I was left to get acquainted with my cellmate.
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