This will hopefully make ya'll happy. Also, for those confused, I purposely left information out in the first story. I wanted to leave it for this. I welcome you back to the world of XOLT. Thanks for reading! Please don't forget to comment and vote! I like knowing what readers think :D
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Tae~ PALLATON
~Brandon~
It was that night we all decided to hang out at my place. We rented a bunch of movies and thought we'd have ourselves a cheesy movie night. It was fun until one of the guys asked if we could torment my brother. Well, I wasn't about to say no. They all seemed to like it when his face turned that ghastly pale green, to me it seemed crude. They all started to make gay jokes, so I had to join in...That just seemed to piss him off more, naturally, and my brother ran upstairs to his room. That was when Ryan chased him up the stairs. When Ryan came back down he asked to go home. We all thought it was odd, but he could've gotten a text from his mother or the bullying of my brother could have bothered him, so we didn't question him.
Why hadn't I noticed? It was obvious that my brother liked Ryan; sure it was odd that Steven was six years older than us, but he wasn't hurting anyone by crushing on Ryan. And if I was completely honest I would say that I notice that Ryan liked him back, it was only a matter of time before something happened between them.
That was why when I walked in from dropping the rest of my friends home I wasn't shocked at seeing my brothers room a mess. My father had trashed it; my mother was on the floor crying that god let her baby stray away. I had asked what happened. My father showed me the letter. Basically it said that he was running off with his lover.
It wasn't a secret that my brother was gay, the whole block knew. But what they didn't know was that my mother and father hated gay people, which included my brother. To the eyes of everyone else they were the perfect parents who loved their gay and Goth sons. The reality was quite different though, my mother wanted to cut all my black hair off so it would be blond again; my father wanted me to remove all my piercings and they both wanted the eye liner to go away. The same was for my brother. They wanted the gay to go, and the perfect son to stay, because he was the perfect son with an imperfection. Imperfection was not okay. But they pretended because the image was good for them.
My father told me that if I ever decided to become a 'fag' that I should either run very far away, or kill myself. The kind words of a father...
We had gotten into another argument about my lifestyle. They said that the eyeliner was too gay and that I must stop wearing it. I told them that it was my fucking body and that I could do whatever I freaking wanted to do with it. They sent me to my room without dinner.
I don't know what compelled me to walk into his room. Maybe it was just the sense that he got to do something for himself. He got to break away before he knew what was happening, he was lucky. I sat on the ripped and useless bed, looking around the war zone that was my brothers' room and started to weep. It wasn't crying, I didn't shed tears, but I made the motions, the sounds of crying. I found myself curled up on my side facing the door. My brother had his desk right beside the door and next to the window. I was cold because it was the middle of January and the window was open, but it was stuffy in the room and it needed to be aired out. No one had walked in it since he left three months ago. I decided to look at his desk, maybe I'd find a clue as to where he was. On the floor under his craptastic IKEA desk was his laptop. Luckily it wasn't damaged by my father's wrath. I could find out the last pages he ever looked at...
It wasn't hard to crack is password, it was Ryan's name. My brother had saved three tabs in his last session; a porn site, a sex toy shop, and a dating site. My brother had interesting taste, or technically he had reasonably normal taste. Other than the fact that he ran away with my best Goth friend I'd say he was vanilla. I on the other hand appeared to like the darker side of gay lust. It was something I never considered for myself.
I spent weeks on the dating site, exploring a side of me I didn't know I had. Before I found the laptop I wasn't interested in sex and I hadn't had a girlfriend, but I also hadn't found men interesting. In my mind I wasn't a sexual person, but after seeing a twink being tied up and spanked, I found I had an erection. After I masturbated I found that most of the sadness and stress went away, and after that when I got into a fight with my family that was what I'd do.
But after a month that soon lost its luster. It was no longer doing its job and I was getting angrier every time it didn't work. So, I bought a purple dildo. I would combine my toy and porn to get the ultimate release. Each time I did it I felt strong, like I was finally doing something that I liked. It worked for a while, about a month. But then something changed.
Someone had asked me about my brother's whereabouts, like I would know. 'You were close to your brother' they would all say. That was all BS. I knew nothing about my brother, and he knew nothing of me. He didn't know that my life's goal was to become an artist. One of the reasons why I loved horror was because I loved to draw monsters, especially aliens. They were cool, mysterious and literally out of this world. For some reason that day I was already pissed off and when they asked me I blew up. I locked myself in my brother's room and logged onto his computer. Masturbation was doing nothing, I couldn't get any release. So, I went on the dating site. I made an account and created my profile, stating that I was a lover of sci-fi and was into bondage.
Later that night I got a message from a man who went by the name of Leo.
~Xe'Zhi~
My brother, Xe'Hul, and his mate Jing finally had their children; two young with bright eyes and bright futures, though, quite mutant in their appearance. They had Hul's eyes, the slits of a snake, and his teeth and tail, but they had Jing's white puffy hair and tan complexion. I was interested mainly because it isn't common to see a Chanture with a Xolt. I was very happy that the birthing went well, Jing had recovered and the young were healthy. A few weeks later Xe'Trygg and his mate Steven successfully got pregnant, though I worry more for the human. It took him about three months to achieve getting pregnant; I worry about how the birthing will be for him, or how long it will take for the fetus to mature considering his human features. I plan on keeping an extra eye on him.
Thankfully, though, he has a job. He is a teacher for the young on the ship, teaching them about Earth and other planets, as well as the art of speaking other languages. This took him about two months to get the certification, but I have a feeling he and Jing studied often. And sadly it is a continuing learning experience for him for we still have yet to travel to all planets.
One night I was bored and I was searching the human internet. I had to get Steven to explain what it was and I found the notion of a place where all common knowledge was store interesting. As I looked I somehow managed to find myself on what was called a dating site. It was for males and I searched through it, trying to understand the concept of online dating and why humans did it. As a Xolt, dating was un-necessary, you mate with whom you find attractive and strong. It was an animalistic instinct that helped ensure the reproduction of our kind. But as shown with my brothers it is now common to 'fall in love' with your mate.
When I showed Steven the site he encouraged me to find someone to talk to. He said to find someone who not only aroused me but also shared similar interests with me. So I sat in my office, plain white with black leather chair and dark wood desk, looking for a possible mate.
There was no such luck until I found this boy. His photo showed him with a fair complexion, long black hair and piercings on his face, nose, eyebrow, lip and tongue. It made me wonder if the boy had more of those elsewhere on his body. I also found this notion very attractive. The name on his account was Brandon. It said that he liked sci-fi, which I had gathered was science fiction, and bondage. When I looked it up on the internet, I was surprised at how it aroused me. When I looked at the boy's picture all I wanted to do was to tie him up and mate him senseless.
So I contacted him.
*Hello*, I said.
*Hi, how are you?*
*I am fine, yourself?*
*Horny.*
I looked at the word with confusion. What was that supposed to mean?
*Pardon?* I asked, perhaps asking him would clear things up.
*Never mind...I'm sorry, this is my first time at this kind of thing.*
I smiled; he was so very cute, even with just text.
