Brilliant Purples (Yeril & Micheia)

[Yeril]

"And so that's the story," Yeril concluded as he raced through the crowds, Rasho hot on his heels.

"I see. So that's why you asked me to show you White Star Manor was. Oh, turn here," the Zercan pointed out as they started past another street. They turned the corner as the blonde nodded.

"Yes. I still haven't become accustomed to everything yet. Okay, I see it now. Perhaps he just came home, right?"

The brunette at his side snorted and rolled his eyes. "I think you would know something like that, buddy. You are his mate, after all," he said. The Mentsiquarian had to admit that the other was right.

He shrugged as the two skidded to a halt. "Stay here," he commanded as he walked over to the front door. "I'm going to go check if Micheia's there. If not...Well, we'll start searching in other places. Thank you for your help again."

Rasho waved him off and he turned the doorknob. As he stepped into the house, Yeril looked around nervously. While it had had some servants and family members running around before, no one was around right now.

"Micheia...? Micheia? Micheia!" he began to call out; each call coming out shriller and more frantic then the last.

[Micheia]

Sobs echoed through out the room. Clavis held his husband as Shesa cried on his shoulders. He looked back at the screen that once showed a man in the shadows, stating about his youngest son’s abduction.

“Why!” Shesa cried out.

Clavis turned his gaze to his husband, trying in vain to placate the pink-haired man. He sighed; mind thinking a mile a second for reasons why his so called best friend would do this to him… to them.

“Cyrus… he-he…” Shesa hiccupped and continued to sob. “Why would he do this?! Cyrus! He- he was your friend! Your best friend! WHY! Why is he doing this?!”

Clavis ran his hands up and down on the smaller man’s back. He let his husband cry and kept silent himself, still in shock at the turn of events.

“Why…” Shesa asked weakly, sounding defeated.

“Will get him back…” Clavis stated with conviction. “Will get our son back. Don’t worry, will get him back.” He placed a kiss on his husband’s head, giving the smaller man reassurance.

“Micheia...? Micheia? Micheia!”

Shesa sniffled and wiped the tears on his eyes. “Yeril…” He whispered. “Honey, its Yeril. Oh, the poor dear.” He looked up at the red-eyed man. “He will be devastated… his mate, has just been taken. Oh Yeril… Clavis, what will we do?”

“He just has to be strong, Shesa… He just has to be strong. Not just for himself, but for Micheia as well…” He put another kiss on the smaller man’s forehead. “We will get him back… no matter what the cost is. We will get Micheia back.”

[Yeril]

Yeril wandered through the halls, still calling out. He hoped that someone would answer, but the only sounds he could hear was his own footsteps as he raced through the manor's endless corridors. He eventually came to a door from which light shown from underneath. He thought he heard voices, so he pushed it open and walked in.

Inside, his in-laws sat in a chair facing a blank screen. Shesa had his face buried into his mate's shirt as Clavis turned to look at the blonde. From where he stood, the Mentsiquarian could see the saddened look in the other's red eyes. The look was something that he didn't want to see; it was a look that confirmed what Yeril had thought of in the first place.

"No," he said as he took a few steps back. Yes, the look confirmed what he thought, but it wasn't something he wanted to be true. "Micheia...He...No." The blonde clutched at his heart and shook his head ferociously.

This was wrong. It was supposed to be a happy day. It wasn't supposed to go like this. Where was Micheia? Where was his mate? Where was his love, his sweet, his life? Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG.

He heard something and wondered what it was. He then realized it had been him speaking out loud. A light flush crept over his cheeks and he looked up guiltily at the two parents for his yelled outburst. His golden eyes were close to filling with tears; something that had not happened for over a decade. He could feel a part of him breaking and his grasp on his chest tightened.

"It hurts...," he whispered. He slowly fell to his knees in utter helplessness. He felt the distance between his mate and him. He felt the small undercurrent of fear from Micheia. He felt himself reaching hysteria and how unrational he was getting. "It really hurts," he moaned as he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to comfort himself and to keep the pain in. "Micheia..."

And above all, he felt weak.

[Micheia]

Clavis watched the poor Mentsiquarian broke down. He knew that the blonde man was hurting… How much? He has no idea. But he could feel it. He could feel the utter despair and helplessness the blonde was feeling. Micheia was his son; his own flesh and blood. And it hurts to know, that the life you had helped created, nurtured and cherished was now in danger.

He gently pushed his husband away and looked deep into the younger man’s eyes, silently making a conversation by the mere gaze. Shesa quickly understood and nodded, letting the other man rise up from the chair to make way to his son’s mate.

Clavis kneeled in front of Yeril, and took the man in his arms. The blonde needed this; he needed to let it all out. The pain of loosing one’s mate, or the fact that he has been taken away from you, was intense. It was a well-known fact that once you found your mate, you could never be without him and knowing that your mate was taken from you was devastating.

“Sssh… let it out… just cry, Yeril.” Clavis gently rocked back and forth, letting his son-in-law cry on him just as his mate had done earlier.

“I know… it hurts, but you must over come this. I know you could feel Micheia, right now. And I’m assuming he must felt confused and scared. That’s why I need you to be strong, Yeril. Let it all out now, my son. The pain, desperation, the helplessness… let it all out, because after this you’ll need your strength. Because we will get my son and your mate back…”

[Yeril]

Yeril rested his head on Clavis’ shoulder for a few minutes and let the dry sobs escape him. After a moment or two, he pulled away to wipe his eyes. He realized how selfish he was acting. Not only were these people his mate’s family and were missing the boy as well, but Micheia was probably the one most in need of comfort.

He sighed wearily and stood up, staying still for a few minutes so that he wouldn’t fall over with dizziness. All that crying had taken a bit out of him, but as Clavis had said, it was time to be strong…to rescue his mate.

Slowly, the blonde made his way over to a chair and sat down. He cupped his face with his hands and looked at his in-laws with a piercing gaze. Nothing was said for a few minutes before his posture relaxed and he leaned back in his chair.

“Okay…So who would want to do this? Do you know if Micheia has any enemies? …I mean, I can’t imagine him having any, but…Why else would someone try to…try to take him? From me…From you…”

He paused and looked up at the ceiling. He really did miss the boy horribly and he needed to get him back. Not just for himself though. Oh no…After all, if he was feeling this bad right now, what must Micheia be going through?

Don’t worry, sweetie…I’ll come get you soon…I promise, even if it’s the last thing I ever do.

[Micheia]

Micheia groaned and shifted on the bed that he was lying on. Wait… bed? He cracked his eyes open, slightly feeling dizzy and disoriented. Darkness greeted him and his brows furrowed; confused as to how he ended up on a bed.

Wait a minute; I was supposed to be… Micheia shot up on the bed, recalling the earlier events that had happened. He clutched his head as a headache made itself known to the half-Zercan. He looked around the place that he was in, trying to make sense of what happened to him.

Where am I? What am I doing here? Yeril…? Tears clouded his vision as realization dawned on him. He was kidnapped. Plain and simple, that’s what happened to him… taken away from the festival, from his family… from his mate. No... No, no, no… this wasn’t supposed to happen… no… it was supposed to be fun… just me and Yeril… This wasn’t supposed to happen… no…

Crystalline tears poured out of crimson orbs, one after another, following a path down Micheia’s cheeks and onto the bed’s sheet. He curled up on himself, hugging his legs tighly to himself. He buried his head on his knees and continued to weep in despair. Yerill… where are you? I’m so afraid, Yeril…

[Yeril]

“So, your ex-best friend did this? But, why? He…he wouldn’t really hurt Micheia…would he? ” Yeril asked after his in-laws finished telling him of who exactly had the boy. If, no…WHEN he found this Cyrus…

His fist tightened around his chair’s arm reflexively. His emotions were on a serious roller coaster. One minute, he’d be depressed and fearful, then the next…he was angry and brimming with as much strength and courage he could gather. After this, he swore to himself that he would never let the boy out of his sight again. At least, when they were in public places.

A sigh escaped his lips. His mind began to form a thought that it should have formed earlier, but…Now, he hoped it wasn’t too late. “Besides all that, do you…do you think they would have gotten away by now? I mean, I was only gone for a bit…and we’re wasting time now and…Could he still be on Zerca at least?”

A tear dripped down his cheek and landed on his hand. He looked down, blinking. He hadn’t even known he was crying again. No…“Micheia’s upset,” he said as he gently brushed the silent tears making their way down his face.

"...My poor little sweet one...," he whispered to himself. If only his comforting words could make their way to his mate...

((...Fixed! Oops? ^^;)

[Micheia]

Micheia tightly hugged himself, rocking back and forth to comfort himself. But all was in vain. He wanted to be by his mate's side. He wanted to be within his Yerils arms. He wanted to be with Yeril. All those thoughts were the only thing running through his mind, nothing more.

He started when he heard the automatic doors open. He quickly looked up as a tall figure approached the bed.

“I see you’re finally awake…” A deep monotone voice resounded in the room. Piercing green eyes studied Micheia with intensity.

“I brought food, thought you might be hungry when you wake.”

It was just then that Micheia noticed the tray that the man was carrying with him. He stared at the food then back at the man’s eyes, silently asking what was going on.

“You’re not yet hungry?” the red-head asked. Not waiting for a response, he placed the tray on a side table near the bed. “I’ll leave it here, if you decided to eat.” He looked back at the younger man, studying him for a moment.

Micheia gulped and shivered at the intensity of the gaze. His own red eyes averting at the green one’s that were looking at him.

[Yeril]

Yeril nodded at the two men before him. "I'm going to go check out the port, then," he murmured as he stood. He started for the door before he glanced back at his in-laws with a smoldering look. "I will bring him back. Don't worry..."

With that, he briskly walked out of the room towards the front door. The blonde swung open the door and blinked before he saw Rasho. "Come on," he said, staring into a jog again. The Zercan got up and quickly followed.

"He wasn't there, was he?" came the question. It was such a blunt thing to say that he almost stopped, but kept at his steady pace. He glanced at his friend, sadly.

"No, he wasn't. I'm going crazy. It hurts and I know that he probably hurts more then that which makes it hurt me...It's a vicious cycle. I just want him back," he said. He threaded a hand through his hair and picked up speed slightly. "I...He's my mate."

Rasho nodded and pointed to the next street to take. "We'll get there before anything happens. Then, we'll kick the guy's ass that did this. You're a friend and friends don't let other people walk over their friends. Besides, you helped me find my mate..."

Yeril bit his lip and added a bit more speed. Yeah...We'll get there before anything bad really happens...Just a scare...And we'll put this all behind us afterwords...

[Micheia]

Shesa stared at the closed doors, then turned his gaze back at his husband. “He’s being reckless… Going there head on would mean trouble for him.”

Clavis sighed and took a sit on the very same chair that Yeril earlier sat on. “I all ready dispatched a squadron to search for Micheia in the ports. I’m sure Cyrus and his ship hasn’t left yet. Not when the festival is going on. I’ll send another message so the squadron could back Yeril up…”

Shesa nodded and went to Clavis. Sitting on the man’s lap, they gave each other silent comfort.


((took so long... sorry... I was having 2nd thoughts on putting the next scene... ~_~ ))

[Yeril]

Yeril and Rasho barreled into the port and stopped to pant. They had ran all the way down there and it had taken a bit out of them. The blonde was the first to recover though and shot of for the ships, not even stopping when he heard Rasho yell behind him.

All that kept running through his head now where thoughts of Micheia. There was no room for anything else. Anger and pain and sadness flashed through his like a hot knife.

The blonde stopped suddenly and glanced around him, trying to figure out which ship was his mate most likely to be on. He also kept an eye out for shady people...Suspicious characters...His mate was bound to be close if his kidnapper was.

Just where...?

((Sure. No problem...2nd thoughts though?)

[Micheia]

Micheia scooted back, unease by the man’s smoldering gaze. The red-head smirked and quirked an eyebrow at Micheia. “What’s wrong, afraid of me?”

Micheia glared defiantly at the man before him, even though he was really a quivering leaf inside. This man was dangerous… he knew that much. But this certain kind of danger was what he had never expected to come into being. The kind of thing you were warned about, but nothing could prepare you for its reality.

Smirking, the red-head leaned closer, a distinct leer in his eye. “Of course you aren’t. You’re just in the typical everyday situation.” Shooting out, he grasped Micheia’s chin, twisting the black haired boy’s head up. “I bet you have tons of people pressing you into your bed, taking pleasure from you hot, tight and willing body.”

With a smooth move, he pushed the boy down by his shoulders, uncaring as Micheia was pressed down into the bed, very nearly slamming his head on the metal frame. Straddling the slim boy’s hips and gripping his hands, he leaned down once again, licking the smooth cheek.

Micheia bit his lip, turning his head away and squeezing his eyes shut. Zerca… A choked whimper forced its way through his lips as the situation pressed closer and closer. Just as, though, the red head pulled back, standing mere feet away with a smirk on his face.

“Now, now darling, we can’t have any of that now, can we? After all, it’s not like you’re the prisoner here, is it?” Running a finger down his own cheek, he mock-pondered the distressing situation. No no, this lack of cooperation would just not do.

Flouncing back to the closet, he withdrew a series of implements. Energy handcuffs, a ceremonial dagger, leather gag, whip, cock ring. Raising his eyebrow at the last one, he decided that at the very least he could use it to put pressure on the boy.

As Micheia watched the other saunter over, he pressed himself further into the wall, cursing himself for not running for the door while he had the chance.

The redhead smirked in his direction, drawing the dagger and waving it in front of Micheia’s face. “We will have so much fun in our bonding it will be looked upon with relish for years to come.” With a downwards motion, he slashed the boys shirt in two, green eyes taking in the boys chest.

“Lovely figure, really. We’ll just have to help it along.” Grinning, he snapped the energy-cuff into place, watching as it went into its lock position and raised the boy’s hands up to the head of the bed while spreading the black haired boys form out.


((Dun dun dun!!!))

[Yeril]

Yeril decided to go to each ship and investigate them all. It would probably take awhile, but...He couldn't think of any other way. Micheia had to be there...

The blonde had only taken several steps towards one of the ships when his body seemed to lock up. His veins were running cold with ice. He felt feverish though...

Fear and a panic unlike anything he had ever felt before crashed through him. Tears began to flow down his face and his body started to shake. A foreboding sensation crept up on him, and he knew he had to hurry.

Something was about to happen.

His limbs slowly came loose, but still felt somewhat like lead. That couldn't concern him now though as he moved towards the ships in a fervor much worse then before. He charged on, knowing, feeling...

He had a mate to save.

[Micheia]

Micheia watched with an ever-growing dread as the red-head tapped the dagger against his lips in thought. Yeril… where are you? Swallowing, he closed his eyes as the other finally decided and brought out a small gun like thing.

“Don’t worry little one, this will only momentarily sting.” With a fanged grin, he grasped the gun tighter with one hand as the other started pinching at Micheia’s left nipple. Then, a quirky grin, he pushed the gun against the peak and hit the trigger.

A choked gasp escaped Micheia as he felt something and he clenched his eyes tighter. “This will tell everyone that you have been mine before, got it?” The red heads voice was harsh now, as he looked down at the pure Sheinril ring, glinting a bright emerald green in it’s circular shape. A twining pattern was throughout the ring, and he had the smug satisfaction at doing this.

Leaning down, his lips enclosed the nipple ring, which he tugged with his teeth. Grabbing the dagger, he sliced open Micheia’s pants with relish, enjoying each and every moment that he strike fear within the boy. “You have no idea how long I waited for this time to come…” The red-head growled and bit Micheia’s nipple. “And not even your mate can save you now…”

[Yeril]

Not that Yeril wasn’t trying his best to do so at that exact moment. He had been to five different ships; none of them had been the right one though. Vaguely he wondered why in Mentsiquar no one was helping him. Didn’t they all know what horrible thing was occurring? They had to…Micheia’s disappearance was of international importance in his mind.

He rushed to another transport unit; his body weary, but he refused to give in. The blonde made it to the door of the door and raised his hand to knock, but was stopped by a small man with orange hair. The man wore a grin that turned Yeril’s stomach, but he pushed that aside and stared at the other with narrowed eyes.

“This is not your ship, sir…,” the little man said as he stepped in front of the door to block the path. “I know the owner, and you are not he. I was asked to guard this ship, and so I shall. Leave, I ask you.”

The frantic Mentsiquarian cringed at the harsh, yet oily voice the man had. He couldn’t let that stop him though, so he took a step closer threateningly. “Look. I know it isn’t mine, but I wish to speak to this owner you speak of,” he growled out, forgetting to be polite in his current situation. The man simply sneered back at him and he had bite back the urge to hurt the man.

The feelings from Micheia were coming stronger then before, pounding against his heart and brain. It was painful…So painful…His mate had to be close…He had to be in the ship…The ship the man was blocking him from getting into. The blonde shifted his eyes between the door and the man guarding it, knowing that if he wasn’t allowed in…

…He’d have to do something…drastic…