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CHAPTER 1 – Behind Your Mask



The guys were teasing him about cute girls and cuter boys when they jostled down the hallways toward their lockers. All because a girl had said ‘hello’ to him this morning, he thought wryly. All of his friends were certifiably insane. This was just proof of what he had already suspected. A professor asked if he was okay when one loud-mouthed ass asked if he’d had a boner yet. He turned five shades of red as the jerks left him to explain that one all by himself to the teacher. They reminded him of the party tomorrow…weekend. He waved them off with an urgent expression.



“They are just joking. Honestly,” he begged the teacher to understand a little desperately. “Some girl freaked and giggled while trying to say ‘hi’ to me earlier. They thought it was hilarious…obviously.”



“You don’t think going to a party with them might be dangerous?”



“What? Hell, no! What are they going to do? Get me drunk; take some bad photos,” he laughed while shrugging at the absurdity. “I will be fine!” The professor didn’t look convinced.



“I noticed they were not just teasing you about girls, Mike. Be careful around guys like that. If it had only been fun, they wouldn’t have mentioned males in their jokes. You could get hurt.”



“What do you mean? They aren’t serious. It is just joking around. They do it with everyone.”



“Do they? Drunk, it might turn into ideas that get too serious.” He stared at the professor as if he was being totally paranoid. “Look, Mike, there have been a few boys…from overseas…like yourself…who got raped here,” the teacher finally warned with a very sour expression.



“You were from oversea,” Mike stated pointedly. “You chose to stay. It can’t be that big a problem.”



“I did. I warn the boys I think need it.” Mike took a deep breath. He didn’t know what to say to someone who had just trusted him with that kind of personal secret. Still…his friends weren’t like that. “I am sure it is nothing, Mike, but drink a little less, and be careful, tomorrow. Just get a feel of their moods before you get completely dependent upon them for your safety. It is too soon to trust them just yet. Give it some time. You never regret being too careful…only too careless.”



“Yeah, whatever you say,” Mike stated as he raced out the door they had come to while slowly walking. It didn’t take him long to catch up to his fleeing friends. “Guys, wait up!”



“What did he want,” one of the crew drawled sarcastically with an upward nod and an inquisitive face.



One of the others snorted derisively at his suggestion. “Dang, man, have you seen his new associate professor?” Everyone agreed that they had. Mike felt left out. He had no clue what they were talking about and had never met the associate professor.



“If he wanted a hot ass, he would be all over that one,” another pointed out playfully. Everyone laughed and agreed with wicked expressions.

Mike turned red and shook his head as he finally got the joke. “Yeah,” the first one snickered. “I get it. You are safe, my man, he has a point.” Mike suffered a hugging, back-patting, shrug of camaraderie from him. “You are flakey and plain compared to that one.” Mike allowed him to half drag him across the green in nearly a headlock. “Now, we get to throw you in the lake and ditch you here,” he warned. Mike glanced up and saw the glittery water nearby. He squeaked in horror and started struggling to get away.



“No, I have to get in my dad’s car! He will make me walk!” They all laughed as he begged and started to man-handle him closer to the edge.



“Hey,” a teacher shouted suddenly, “let him go!” The guys all ran with one of them hesitating with a startled look at the swiftly approaching teacher. Then, he too laughed and fled with the others. “Are you alright?”



“Yeah, just a flesh wound,” Mike groused. “I think he took some of my hair with him.” When he turned, he stared in stunned disbelief. This guy was a teacher? No way…”You are not a teacher! Are you an undergraduate, or something?”



“Associate professor,” the young guy stated with a pleased shrug.



Mike took in the youthful gleam to his skin and face. “Nah, man, you are not old enough. I am Mike.” Deep, brown eyes laughed at him as he tipped his head in respectful acknowledgement of the more intimate given name. His hair was down to his knees in one long, gorgeous sheet of black. He was clearly Asian. He didn’t look a day over eighteen. He wasn’t tiny-boned, or short. Well, he was tiny and average, but most Asians were smaller than this by quite a bit.



“Mitsoka,” he mumbled. “A man is waving at you…”

“My dad…Hey, thanks! I owe you!” Mike ran and got into his dad’s flashy, hot sports car laughing. He started talking immediately. The associate professor turned to go inside. Mike paused to stare at him thoughtfully. Was that the same one the guys had been playfully joking about? He was definitely gorgeous.



“Are you okay, Mike?”



“Yeah, just some stupid stuff the guys said today,” he muttered distracted by his own musings. Then, he grinned. “I am great!”



“Well, you should be…What do you want to do for your birthday today? I am warning you now, if you spend a thousand too quickly, your mother is going to boil me?” Mike laughed and they drove towards town at the rocket speeds that Mike and his father both enjoyed.



Mike was still awake, late that same night. He couldn’t sleep. He was euphoric from happiness and fun. He kept thinking about the party and wondering at all of the pranks he knew they favored. Which ones would be his lucky numbers? Most probably involved the cute girl he had met this morning. She had almost certainly been a set up from the very start. That sounded like something they would do. They had probably encouraged her to stop in his path. Why? Did they have something really devious planned for tomorrow?



Without a sound to warn him, Mike felt the covers pulled up over his head as arms pinned his own to his body. He was lifted out of bed and drug towards the window of his room. Realizing belatedly that he was in danger, Mike screamed…too late. He fell…and blacked out.

Mike woke still loosely pinned under the thick, fluffy soft comforter. That was not all that held him. A pervasive sense of longing and contentment kept his body still even when he felt legs tangling along his own…even when he felt a hand on his bare skin beneath the cover. Only his arms, chest and head were apparently pinned in the concealing comforter. The lower half of him was intimately cuddled up to a stranger…a male stranger, who held his upper body pinned into place. Mike was afraid to move. If this was the same guy who had picked him up out of the bed, he was ridiculously strong. The guy shifted. A sudden, shocked sense of alarm raced through him.



“Oh, God…”



The guy was naked. So was he…and he was seriously sporting a hard item that told Mike exactly what he intended. “It is time…” The husky whisper gave no clue who the bastard could be. Mike tried to move, but he was pinned deftly. Every move to get free was countered far too easily for his liking.



“Please, don’t hurt me,” Mike hissed in mild alarm. Why wasn’t he screaming in sheer terror? He tried to tell himself that would be the sane thing to do, but a part of his mind knew it was useless. “Why are you doing this to me?”



“It is time,” the whisper repeated. Mike was confused. No, it was not. It would never be time. Not for this…Hell, no! “You were going to do this very thing…tomorrow. You were going to go there and let them all have you. It is time. I will not mind them, but they do not get to have you before me, Mik’kie…I won’t like that.”



Mike froze. “Shit, you are him, aren’t you? My companion…” Those arms hugged him fondly. It filled him with a total sense of goodness and belonging. Mike fought free of it. “Hey, this is my ass we are talking about. I should have a say in how it gets used! I won’t let anyone ‘have’ me.”



“You will,” that husky whisper drawled. “I will have you.”



Intent to refute that statement, Mike was startled to feel every inch of his body go completely limp in relaxation. It felt good…like hours of being worked on in an expensive spa parlor. “What did you do,” Mike sighed peacefully.



“Nothing…yet,” the voice whispered in hoarse amusement. Mike felt him shift. *edited* None of this made him feel the urge to move. None of it made him the slightest bit afraid even knowing what he was planning to do. He felt content, relaxed, and even happy. It didn’t make a lick of sense, but he knew why. Elder companions could read the mind of the younger, make them feel what they want, and do what they wanted as well.



“What the hell did you do,” Mike mumbled sleepily. *also edited* “Don’t hurt me…”



“It might sting just a touch, but you won’t even notice when I get done with you. You should like it. I promise you will, because I will…and you are a part of my soul,” he whispered confidently. Mike knew he was right, but his mind screamed at him angrily. He shuddered, swallowed, and the air rushed out of his lungs. *seriously edited* When Mike realized what he was doing, he stopped. The guy rolled over and his thigh went up between Mike’s legs to his groin. He moved over and behind him. Mike lay there trying to be still and quiet, but truthfully...he liked it. It was embarrassing. He began to fondle him too.



“You are wasting your time. I have never…” Mike’s breath rushed out when the guy *edit* massaged him. Gods…that felt…so good, he thought in dismay. Mike shivered and felt instantaneous horror. “How big are you,” Mike asked in a rough squeak of sound.



“Right now, not very,” the strange voice teased close to his ear with only the covers between them. Mike swallowed a groan of pleasure. He clamped all of the sounds down, but that didn’t mean his mind didn’t hear them anyhow, only that his ears did not. “Relax, Mik’kie…You are not leaving my arms until you enjoy yourself. I will not allow you to go to them until you do. You belong to me,” the voice informed him firmly.



His eyes closed. He was tired. He must not have slept long after passing out, because it felt so good to close his eyes and let that rhythmic breathing lull him into slumber.



Mike grit his teeth together waking up as the stranger started all over again, trying to tease him into pleasure even as his body hummed from it. Mike’s groin did not respond. Mike moved around a little more this time. He had to really work to keep from making humiliating noises from the pleasure shocking his system.



When the guy was done this time, he got up and left the room. Mike didn’t move for a minute. Then, he threw the cover off of his head. The room was a soft color. It looked yellow, or butter crème. Some stupid girly color, he decided as he got up and looked around curiously. There were green sheets…The cover was gone; had he taken it when he left? The only one here was the one belonging to Mike’s bed back at his house. He touched some of the heavy, wooden furniture. It looked old and ornate…very expensive. One opened to a large screen. He turned it on and saw his house as a reporter described his parent’s search for their missing child. Cops were there talking to them both in the background. It said it was ‘live’. Mike watched in fascination as his father strode purposely toward the camera and reporters the moment he saw them there.



“Son, do not panic…We will do whatever we can to find you and keep you safe. Just relax, and do whatever he tells you to do. You will get through this. I promise…If you don’t, he will have to pay when I find you,” his father stated angrily. Then, he held his hand up towards the camera. Mike touched the screen over his hand knowing why he had done it. His father nodded solemnly and walked back to the cops. He ignored the reporters and their ecstatic questioning. Mike scowled at them when he started to recap how he police had been called.



“They heard a scream…When they got to his room, where he should have been sleeping, it was empty. The cover on his bed was gone. No blood, no struggle, and an open window on the third floor of the house. Police are speculating how the kidnapper got him out without being seen, or leaving any evidence.” No evidence, Mike thought in surprise; that was odd. The entire grounds outside of the house was wired and watched. There were dogs, guards, lights and cameras everywhere. It was a high security zone.



Mike left it on as he looked around again. A door led to a walk-in closet that would have made his adopted sister squeal in envy. Another door led to a linen closet tucked back into the walk-in. Mike shut the closet door and pulled open another. Steam wafted out. It must be the bathroom. Mike was wary. He left the door open to clear the air as he went inside. It was full tropical plants, skylights, French doors that opened out onto a sunlit garden…and a hot tub in this room boiling invitingly. Mike checked the doors to the garden. They did not budge. He slammed the glass with his palm, but it did not move. He wasn’t surprised. His father was psychotic about personal protection.

Mike got into the water and scrubbed his long hair. There was a brush, also not very surprising. It had wide bristles which was great for long, wet hair. He worked the tangles out while conditioning it. Almost all non-humans had very long hair, especially the males. It was like some human cultures; it was a matter of honor, or pride, to keep it long. It was a luxury, a sign of wealth, or health, or just plain ego. Regardless, it stayed long unless a person was forced by another to dishonorably cut it short. Usually, it was only done when defeated by an enemy, or kept as a slave who had displeased the master who owned them. Mike’s father loved this country because nearly all of the humans wore their hair long too. They did not stand out, or get made fun of…here…just because of that one fact.



When he got out, Mike dripped around the room for several minutes. It was tile, so it wouldn’t matter much. He left a damp trail to the linen closet for a thick, fluffy towel drying off while he eyed the black robe hanging on the door. Hell, if the guy minded, he shouldn’t have kidnapped him. Mike took the robe and draped the towel around his hair as he shrugged it on. It felt weird listening to the people on the screen harping over him, so he turned it in frustration. After a minute flipping through the channels, he began to feel bored and trapped. He got back up pulling on all of the other doors. Only one more opened…and Mike went through it.



Mike found a sitting area and a small kitchenette with an attached bar. That worked. He filled a glass with ice and dashed liquor over it randomly before raiding the fridge. A plate of covered brownies by a dome with a pie caught his attention as he slapped meat on bread. He took the plate too. It didn’t take long to devour the food, or pour more liquor. Mike yanked on the outer door, but it didn’t budge. He hadn’t really expected to do so either. He sighed. The ice in the glass felt good against his face. Hell, he was going to miss the damn party tonight. He threw the glass at the door and smirked angrily when shards of glass fell all over the floor around it.



Then, Mike poured another drink. The liquor was good. It went down real smooth…a little too smooth, he thought when the last one began to make his skin hot and flushed. He set the glass down to drip condensation all over the pretty table. Then, he went to the bedroom and jerked down all of the curtains. The windows showed the enclosed gardens, nothing else. He yanked on them. Nothing…Hell, the garden was enclosed. He couldn’t escape even if he found a way out there.



Being unable to get out of the rooms made Mike even angrier, especially since it would not even free him to get into the enclosed gardens. He scattered everything in the closet and linen closet across the bathroom floor out of spite. With the water from earlier, it made a quick mess. He was pleased to see some fine silks being happily ruined amidst the debris. A bowl of scented fluid was thrown at the French doors to stain the glass. Irritated without much more to do, he fell over the bed to stare angrily at the screen. Nothing interested him, so he ran back to the bar for a bottle before coming back to flip aimlessly while he made himself sick.



Mike screamed as a thick blanket fell over his head and he was lifted up into arms that pinned him while his legs thrashed. The guy pulled him off of the bed and out of the room. Mike heard glass crunch and knew he was taking him out of the entire demolished suite, probably so it could be cleaned up. The movement made Mike dizzy. He had to stop fighting as it threatened to make him pass out. When he was still, the guy dropped an arm to lift his legs comfortably. Mike let himself lie there as they walked into another room. His body was growing all freakily passive again, and the liquor was making him hot, achy and bitchy. Liquor…It should have drained away fairly fast, meaning he had not passed out long at all before the guy had returned.



Mike was laid onto a bed and the robe was removed as he lay perfectly still. Now would be the best time to struggle free and see this freak, but he couldn’t convince his traitorous body to move. It was disgusting to lie here helpless when he should be punching the guy for his heavy-handed attitude.



The blanket was arranged to keep his upper body contained. It muffled any details he could sense about the man who pulled him back into his chest. He pulled a silky sheet over them and tangled their legs again. He held him tight, but it felt like he enjoyed holding him rather than being afraid he would bolt on him. Mike confirmed the suspicion when a hand moved under the blanket to rub over his skin. The other arm kept a firm hold on his upper chest to keep him from seeing the hand.



Mike suspected he knew the man who held him already. Why else would he be so concerned about him finding one detail about who he was? He had to know him, but who? Most of the non-humans in the area were his father’s friends. His dad would know him. He would come check each of them until he found his son.



Mike felt that hand rub along his groin again. “You are wasting your time with that. It doesn’t work,” Mike muttered in disgust.



“Patience,” the same voice rasped softly.



“Are you kidding me? By my age, half of the guys in school had knocked up their mistresses and their girlfriends. Something is wrong with it. I am serious! It has never worked!”



“Patience,” the guy repeated sounding highly amused. “They are human. They breed like bunnies. You are young. We do not.”



He had a point, Mike thought, wondering if the longevity of their kind had something to do with his inability to…well…maybe. It felt good.



Mike bore another round of fuck with the eunuch. It left him a quivering pile of hormones…and yeah, he had made noise. The guy got better every time they did this. It left him achy and he felt his blood pulsing around thickly as he lay there. The guy kept playing with him as if he knew he liked it despite the lack of swelling.



“Once more…maybe…” Mike shivered. Gods, this guy was killing him. “In a minute…” Mike held still in both dread and eagerness. The guy just held him, stroked him, and it felt so…comforting.



“Gods!” Mike moved and he was forcibly held still.



“Not yet,” the man whispered softly. It sounded like he was gritting his teeth too. Mike was pulled up onto his lap as the guy leaned up against the headboard and scattered the pillows. *edited yet again...sorry* Mike shivered. The guy worked him gently in his hand. Mike whimpered. “Good,” he whispered against his ear. “Good…You are starting to feel it.” Mike shivered. Hell, he had been feeling it all along. This was too much. This was insane.



It was good. Mike made noises, soft ones, not too embarrassing, but they left no doubt he was very happy to participate. Then, after a long while Mike realized he was hard and swollen in his hand. It shocked him. *edited* He let him go, but it didn’t stop the swelling from becoming an intense spasm of shaking, shocking, surging energy.



Mike screamed and screamed as the guy held him and magic exploded around them both. He did not wait for it, he kept moving throughout it. He didn’t even slow down when Mike started convulsing in his arms. In fact, he sped up while magic electrocuted Mike's cells awake, aware, and changed his body from practically human…to very non-human. Guess all of the equipment works now, Mike thought wearily as he drifted asleep again.



Mike woke slowly to hands tugging the blanket away from him. He was all twisted up into it like it was tied on and clinging to him. Mike hurt. His whole body felt sore. His eyes wept and stung as they pulled the cover free. Damn, the light hurt his eyes. He blinked dizzily as faces pushed close to him. Then, they all moved away and Mike felt his dad hug him close.



“You are safe, Mike. I am here, son,” he whispered into his cheek. “Everything is going to be fine.”



“I know,” Mike whispered back huskily. They both tensed when they heard it. They both knew he had screamed long and hard to produce that husky rasp of sound. “I am so tired, dad.”



“I am sorry, son. We almost got him. He probably drained you dry to escape us,” his father explained. Mike swallowed thickly and nodded. He took inventory. Hell, the professor and his gorgeous assistant stood in the crowd. Family friends he had known all of his life stood side-by-side with business acquaintances his father relied on. As far as he could see, they were all here…even the two he had not expected. None of the men present were human.



“I didn’t see him…not once,” Mike admitted solemnly.



“Did you feel him,” someone asked softly. Mike looked up and nodded. All of the faces around him looked relieved. They had not known it was his companion who had kidnapped him. That explained the aggressive search tactics.



“What did you expect? Why else would someone steal me,” Mike asked softly in confusion.



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