Rated NC-17  m/m sexual situations, more m/m sexual situations, and oh...did I mention still *more* m/m sexual situations?

Summary: The answer...*finally*, to Row's June Alexian Nights challenge, and about as AU as you can get. A long time ago in a land far, far away, there lived a handsome genie prince who, much to his father's consternation had a fascination for humans. This fascination turns to obsession and then true love when one day an amazingly beautiful human catches his eye. As if you couldn't guess, the path to happiness is hardly a smooth one and the star-crossed lovers must endure much pain before they can earn the key to the land of eternal bliss.

Disclaimer: Fox, Alexei, Dana, and any other XF characters belong to CC...damn him to eternal, flaming hell. The rest are mine.

Props to Nic, Orithain, Sue and Tirinar and Niff for all their encouragement, bribes, threats, etc. Big thanks for Ori and Nic for righteous beta. Any remaining goofs, gaffs and blunders are my own.

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Jade by Aries

The dirt swelled into tiny clouds as the two men walked the crowded streets. The rank odor of the morning's slaughters hung in the air as the oppressive heat of late afternoon bore down on the small village. One of the men watched the activity that surrounded them with fascination. The other twitched anxiously, apparently more than ready to take his leave of the place.

"Really, Alexei, have you not had enough of this foul little town? It smells and it is dirty, and...and..."

The other man ignored the complaints as he continued to look around.

"I really must insist that we leave now. I am beginning to feel quite ill..."

Emerald green eyes flicked away from the street and focused on the red-headed man. "Then leave. I would not want to be the cause of your discomfort."

"You would not come with me?"

"No." The taller man stopped and turned to his companion. The brilliant sunlight fell across his face, illuminating his eyes, dancing off the glossy, sable strands of his hair, and catching the attention of many a passing female. "I wish to stay a while longer."

"But, your father. He will not be pleased..."

"For my father to be angry, Daniel, he must first know of what it is he is to be angry about. Surely you would not tell him?"

The question was more of a statement. A threat, even. The smaller man looked up into the cool green eyes of his friend. "No. No, of course not. But you know he does not need *me* to tell him anything. Your father knows much."

Alexei heaved an exasperated sigh. "I am an adult, Daniel. If I wish to remain here, I will. My father cannot tell me where and where not to go."

"Fine." The other man threw up his hands. "But when he finds out and you must explain why you have disobeyed his rules yet again, I would thank you to leave my name out of the conversation. And furthermore...Alexei...Alexei, are you listening to me?" Daniel broke off his rant and attempted to follow his companion's stare. "What are you looking at?"

A man made his way along the edge of the street, carrying a small package. Tall. Easily as tall as the green-eyed man. Golden-brown hair, kissed with the evening-red rays of the sun, and beautifully full lips, turned into a delicious pout. The clothing he wore spoke not of wealth, but not of abject poverty, either. Working class, most likely. The man wore an air of intelligence, that was a certainty. He was some sort of professional, perhaps. And there was something else. Some intangible something that held the man who watched him, entranced.

Alexei began to move, gravitating toward the object of his attention. His unwitting friend followed, asking over and over again where he was going. He crossed the street quickly and stopped in a doorway a couple of yards in front of the other man's path. As Daniel stood quietly now, confused at his actions, Alexei watched, his heart pounding out the man's every footstep. As he came nearer, his true beauty struck Alexei like an anvil. His features became more clearly defined, and things that were not visible from across the street, now came into focus. Eyes, surely painted by an artist's brush, sparkled a brilliant combination of green, blue and gold. His beautiful face, adorned with a single black mole, parallel to the right corner of his mouth. The marvelously imperfect nose that made him into the thing that fascinated Alexei so much...human. Alexei watched as he passed too quickly. He wanted...he needed to see his face again. Before the man got too far away to see clearly, Alexei pursed his lips, forming with them a small 'o'.

The hazel-eyed man stopped, feeling a cool breeze cut through the still air, ruffling his hair. He turned around, searching the throng. Where could that have come from? It felt very much like a sea breeze, but the ocean was far from here, and besides, there was no wind at all today...

Just as he started to turn back, his eyes caught the gaze of another. A tall, magnificent man with long, dark hair and eyes to rival the greenest gem. He stared for longer than would have been deemed appropriate in polite society and forced himself to move on. Even as he walked away, he could feel the heat of the other's stare on him. He shook off the sensations it aroused in him and continued on his way.

"Now," Daniel chirped up when the man was no longer in view, "would you mind telling me what that was all about?"

Alexei continued to stare in the direction the man had gone. "Was that not the most beautiful creature you have ever seen?"

"There is trouble brewing in those eyes, Alexei, I can see it. You cannot have a human pet, no matter how beautiful he is. Your father forbids it. Please, let us go home. Once you are there, you will find something else to amuse you, and this human will leave your mind. Come, now."

Alexei's eyes fell on his friend, and he gave him an indulgent smile. "Very well, Daniel. You are right. Let us go home and not speak of this again."

"Now you are making good sense," the other man nodded, and with those last words between them, the two set out for home.

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 "Where have you been, son, I have not seen you all day."

Alexei looked from Daniel to his father. "No place in particular. Daniel and I were just out enjoying the day."

A gray stare was fixed on the other man, and he shrank away from its coolness. "Daniel? You seem so anxious, boy. Is something wrong?"

Now caught between an icy-gray stare and a fiery-green one, Daniel began to stutter. "N-nothing at all, sire. I...I...am just a bit weary, I think."

"Well, by all means then, you should go home and rest."

"Yes...yes, sire. I shall go immediately."

Daniel departed quickly, afraid to look again at his friend, and even more afraid to look at his father. When he was gone, the older man turned to his son.

"Daniel, unlike you, is quite uncomfortable with lying to me. Where were you today?"

Alexei spun away, looking out at the golden stream beneath the main balcony. "We were out exploring, if you must know. Is that a bad thing?"

"Tell me what you were exploring, and I will answer your question."

"We went down below."

"Alexei..."

"Yes, father, to the *village*. I see no crime in it. No one knows..."

The air shook for miles around as the old man's voice boomed. "It is not for you to question! You will obey me!"

Alexei whirled around, shouting back. "I am *not* one of your underlings! You are my father, *not* my master!"

"And you are my *son*! And as such, the others look to you to set the example! What do you think it looks like if the rules I set cannot be heeded by the one who should be helping me to enforce them?"

"They are stupid rules! Humans can do us no harm! *Why* am I to stay away from them....avoid them as though I were afraid?"

"You *should* have fear of them, Alexei."

"But *why*?"

The old man hesitated, then with a wide sweep of his arm, disappeared from sight. Only his voice echoed behind. "Because I am your father and I *say* you should."

Alexei's hands clenched in his hair, and the balcony shook with his anger. He mimicked his father's voice. "Because I *say* you should. What kind of foolish reason is that?"

//I will *not* stay away; I *will* *not*.//

Especially now that he had reason to return.

He went to his room and dropped down onto the pillows that lined his bed. He closed his eyes and thought of the beautiful man with the painted eyes and sighed.

So, so beautiful.

He needed to see him again.

No. He needed more than to see him. He needed to touch. To taste...

He licked his lips absently, imagining what it would be like to possess such sweetness...to woo and to win the heart of one so lovely. Oh, he had his pick of anyone he wanted. As the son of Malik, ruler of the djinn, he had all the lovers he could want at his disposal, but none thrilled him or captured his imagination as did this human.

"I will find you again, beautiful one," he whispered, "and you will be mine."

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 Hazel eyes searched the growing darkness. For what, the man could not exactly say. He felt a keen longing tonight, and it made him restless. His dinner, long ignored, was finally taken away.

The young servant girl who had picked up his plate, stood at a distance, watching. As he continued to stare out over the land, she stepped forward timidly.

"Are you not well? Should I inform the master?"

The man turned and bestowed a warm smile on the girl. "No, Jamira, I'm fine."

"But, sir. You ate nothing. Not a morsel..."

"I'm not hungry tonight, that's all."

The girl bowed. "Very well. Do you require anything more?"

His eyes took on an odd look, then cleared. "No. Nothing. Thank you, you may go back to the house."

Another bow and the girl was gone, leaving him to his thoughts. He wandered the rooms of his small house, unable to free his mind of the image of the man he'd seen this afternoon. Perfect lips, silky dark hair and matching eyelashes, framing hypnotic green eyes. Flawless olive skin lent the perfect background, making his eyes all the more outstanding. They stared unblinking into his, arousing a heat in his body such as he had never known. He thought about these odd feelings as he walked home from the market square and even after he arrived here at his house, and still they perplexed him. He wanted to understand, but the feeling was strong that he never would figure it out. Not on his own. He wondered if Dana would have any better clue than he.

Dana, his best friend, had come here from the west for the express purpose of teaching the master's children western history and behavior. She arrived four years ago, just five months after he had come to live here with his mother. His father and the master of the house had been close friends and associates, and before he died, his father had asked that his wife and son be taken care of. And so a fortnight after his death, they were moved into a small house on the master's property where they lived quietly until his mother's death two years ago.

The master came to him one day not long after she had passed, and said to him, "Boy, your father was my good friend. And I had a certain...fondness for your mother, but now they are both gone. I feel no responsibility to you, but I come to offer you a deal. You may keep this house...live here as long as you like, for a price."

The man studied him warily. "What price is that?"

"Your mother taught eastern civilization and philosophy in the west before she married your father, and she schooled you well. Miss Scully is a fine tutor but knows little of our culture. If you agree to teach my children, you may stay."

He thought on the offer for a short time. He had no more family, and since he did not wish to be alone in he world, he agreed. And so he lived here, in this modest little house, alone. The only other people who ever set foot inside were the servants who came to clean and bring him food, and Dana, who came to visit a few times a week.

The petite woman with fiery-red hair and a spirit to match, kept him intellectually stimulated and was a loyal friend, but that was all. There was no romance between them, no spark of that kind, and that was fine with him. He saw Dana more as a sister than a lover. In fact, though he often had physical yearnings, he had given romance very little thought. He had never been in love before and had no experience to speak of when it came to such matters. And now, the older he grew, the more frightened he became of the prospect.

But there was the matter of this man, this green-eyed mystery who, with one look, awakened a longing in him so intense it made his body ache and his thoughts jumble.

Yes, he must speak to Dana. Perhaps she could help him sort this out.

An hour later, a knock startled him out of his thoughts. He turned away from the windows and walked to the door. Bright blue eyes smiled up at him as he swung the door open.

"I saw Jamira passing through the house a while ago. She told me you hadn't eaten. Are you all right?"

"I'm *fine*. I told her that I just wasn't hungry."

The woman brushed past him and entered the house. "That isn't like you. Are you sure you're feeling all right?"

"*Yes*." His answer came out with a bit more insistence than he intended.

"Fox..."

The man turned away from the door, sighing in response to hearing his name. "Dana, may I...I...I need to talk to you."

"So there *is* something."

"Yes....no...I don't know. I'm not even sure if you can help me."

"You know I'll try my best." Dana sat and beckoned to him to do the same. "Now what is it that has managed to rid you of your appetite?"

Fox took a deep breath and started with his trip to the market. "I went into the village today to get some school supplies. I was on my way back when I felt this...this breeze. A fresh, sea breeze. Gentle, but not so much that it didn't disturb the hair at the back of my neck. My first response was to turn around, and as I searched the crowd, these eyes, these...beautiful green eyes were staring at me. It was very disturbing."

Dana smiled. "I should think I would be disturbed too, if a pair of disembodied eyes were staring at *me*."

Fox shook his head. "Very amusing. The eyes were set in the most handsome face I've ever seen."

"Handsome? These eyes belonged to a man?"

"Yes. Yes, they did. He stared at me, Dana. He didn't move, he didn't blink. He simply stared. And that stare....it.......it did something to me."

"What did it do?"

"That's what I was hoping you could help me with. My entire body reacted to that one look. It's still reacting."

"Reacting how?"

"It trembles, it...quivers when I think of the way he looked at me. I feel....I feel...."

One red eyebrow quirked. "Desire?"

Fox looked up at her, more than a bit startled to hear her say it. "Is that what it is?"

"Is it exhilarating?"

"Yes..."

"A bit frightening?"

"Definitely."

"Have you entertained the thought of what it might be like to touch this man?"

Fox blinked in surprise. "*Dana*..."

"I'm sorry my friend, but the night is growing short, and I have no time for delicacy if we are going to solve this dilemma of yours."

"I have....I *have* been thinking about what it might be like to...kiss him."

Dana smiled. "Sounds like lust to me."

Fox shook his head. "I hope you don't speak this way to anyone else. You would find yourself in great trouble if you did..."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of being this candid with anyone other than you. Now...getting back to your problem...not that there's a problem that I can see...well, except for the one slight matter of him being a man..."

"Are you saying that it's wrong?"

"Fox, how is it that you've lived to adulthood and still remained so innocent about certain things?"

A shrug was her only answer.

"Yes, Fox, in lots of societies it is wrong for two men to be together sexually."

He thought on this for a while, then responded, "But...why?"

"Religion dictates that men are to lie with women and produce children. It is a sin for a man to lie with another man."

"I've read your bible, Dana. My mother kept one, and now it is mine. I know what it says, but I don't understand why it should be that way. If there is love...shouldn't that be all that matters?"

"I believe so, but I never was one for social correctness. Fox, if you felt an attraction to this man and you think he was attracted to you, I really don't see where the problem is. Except of course, that you only met in passing, and you have no idea who he is, *and* there is the chance that you may never see him again..."

"That thought makes me very unhappy."

Dana laughed softly. "Yes, my dear friend, I do believe you've had your first crush."

"I don't understand. How can this be? I've seen nothing more of him than one fleeting glance allowed. How can it affect me this way?"

Another amused chuckle. "Happens all the time, Fox." She rose from her chair, and preceded Fox to the door. Once there, she turned and gave him an affectionate hug. "I do hope you see him again."

Fox watched his friend disappear in the direction of her own little house, and then he shut the door. He stripped, crawled into bed, and fell into a fitful sleep, waking again and again to thoughts of a man who very possibly had entered his life for the first and last time.

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 Morning.

And Alexei had slept not a wink, for thinking of the man he'd seen yesterday.

He rose from his bed, the morning sun playing over his magnificently bronzed body as he executed a long, sensuous stretch. He walked naked to his balcony and looked out over the lush fields and sparkling streams of his domain. Three females passed below, hoping to catch a glimpse of the most beautiful of King Malik's sons, and giggled uncontrollably as they found him in all his natural splendor, looking back down at them. He grinned at the small group, turning and moving in his own good time to the doors, giving them the added pleasure of viewing his backside before he disappeared into his bedroom. He paused just on the other side of the curtains, chuckled at their squeals of delight, then set about the business of his quest.

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 Fox walked the streets slowly today, searching the crowd for the eyes he'd seen only briefly, but knew he would never forget or mistake for another.

He'd performed his teaching duties for the day, managing for the most part to stave off thoughts of the man he was now looking for. Only twice did his attention wander, and of course both times, it was picked up on by the eldest of his students.

Jeffrey, named for his maternal grandfather by his Western born mother, was the unpleasant disruption in Fox's otherwise quiet life. Easily in his twenties, the young man had the intelligence of a nine- year-old. His younger brothers far surpassed him in academics, but what he lacked in intellect, he more than made up for in the ability to irritate Fox. Jeffrey's dislike for his tutor was only amplified by his father's constant derision. He would blow the smoke from his opium pipe in the young man's face while he criticized and compared his intelligence to things such as stones and the rear end a horse. Then in the same wheezing breath, he would give high praise to the mind of the man who taught his children and asked why it was Jeffrey could not allow some small portion of Fox's acumen and disposition to rub off on him.

This morning after a disastrous early riding lesson, the father had cursed the young man for a coward when he refused to re-mount after his horse threw him, and Fox bore the brunt of his frustration. Jeffrey sat sullen and non-responsive throughout his classes, and when Fox had had enough and decided to speak to him about his behavior, he came to life, screaming with rage, making horrible comments about Fox's mother, and throwing everything that wasn't secured to the floor around the room. Fox dismissed the rest of the boys and left Jeffrey alone to have his tantrum. Later in the afternoon, the master learned of his eldest son's outburst, and the desert wind carried his furious response across the property to Fox's door. When he'd heard enough, he retreated, walking into the village allegedly to replace the supplies that were ruined in Jeffrey's tirade, but in truth it was only an excuse. The reason for his journey to town could be found in the haunting gaze of a beautiful, emerald-eyed stranger.

Fox wandered the square for over an hour, finally coming to the disappointed conclusion that the man was not there and that the one glimpse he'd gotten of him would probably have to last him for the rest of his life. He sighed heavily and convinced himself to head for home.

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 Alexei lingered unseen in the same doorway from which he had watched the man yesterday. He'd been here for hours, looking and hoping, and finally his patience was rewarded. He spotted the man across the road, walking slowly, and...

It almost seemed as though he might be looking for something...or someone. Alexei chewed on his lower lip as the man moved closer.

"Oh, my beautiful one," he spoke aloud but unheard. "You are looking for me, are you not? I am here." He made himself visible to any eye that might turn in his direction. "See me," he now whispered, also able to be heard.

An odd feeling washed over Fox as he approached the spot where he'd encountered the man yesterday. Assuming it was just wishful thinking, he avoided looking into the doorway at first, but the feeling became stronger, and he glanced up. His heart began to race as he saw the face...those eyes. He stopped in his tracks, consumed by the heat in the stranger's gaze. His feet began to move again of their own volition, slowly carrying him closer.

Alexei stood stone-still, silently beckoning the man forward. But before he moved close enough to be touched, he stopped.

//Come to me.//

His lips had not moved, but Fox heard the words clearly. He stopped walking and studied the man.

//Come.//

He flinched, not understanding how this was possible. Was he mad? How could he hear words that had not been uttered? Suddenly frightened but determined not to let the man see, he straightened his posture, gave the other a haughty glance, and moved off in the opposite direction.

Alexei smiled at the display, comprehending the man's trepidation. He allowed him to leave without incident, but followed stealthily as his quarry made for home. Finally the man reached his destination, and Alexei followed him inside the little house, standing in the middle of the main room, looking around. His attention was drawn back to the other man as he tossed his packages down onto the table, then entered the bedroom and fell onto his back on the mattress. He crossed the room and came to stand over the bed, looking down into troubled, hazel eyes.

"Why so sad, lovely one?" he asked, heard by no one but himself. "You need not fear me. I would not harm a single hair of your head. I must make you understand that somehow. And I will." He leaned over, straddling the prone man's chest with his hands. "I must leave you now, but I will return." He stared down into the eyes that had begun scanning the room curiously. "Until tomorrow, my treasure."

Fox gasped as the sudden feel of the sea breeze turned into a soft caress across his lips. As quickly as the sensation came upon him it was gone, and he was left to wonder if he truly was going mad.

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 Alexei tossed restlessly amongst the pillows, unable to sleep for this, the second night. The sweet taste of those magnificent lips lingered on his own, making sleep impossible. Morning was too far away. Too far. He needed to see him again, and he could wait no longer.

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 Moonlight streamed in through the windows, casting a pale light across the face of the sleeping man. His night visitor prowled into the bed chamber and sat quietly at the edge of the bed. He studied the sleep-softened features and spoke softly.

"You become more beautiful every time I look upon you." He traced the outline of the man's lips with the tip of one finger. "Whatever this life is that you live...it does not suit you. You, my jewel, should be a king, revered by all. You have not once spoken to me, and already you rule my heart. Yesterday I said that I would make you mine, but the truth is now known to me. I am yours, lord, heart and soul, and I pray you will come to know me and accept my devotion." He tenderly stroked the golden-brown silk atop the sleeping man's head. "I shall come to you gently...in your dreams perhaps, at first, until you begin to find yourself longing for your dream lover in the waking hours. Then I shall reveal and offer myself to you, and you will take me to be yours." Alexei closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. "All in good time." The sable lashes lifted halfway, and dark eyes glittered down at the peacefully slumbering man. "Sleep well this night, lord. Tomorrow is soon enough for us to taste love." He brushed the other man's mouth once more with his own, then left him to sleep away the remainder of the night.

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 "Fox!"

"Hmm? Yes?"

The red-head could not help but demonstrate her exasperation. "What is wrong with you today? You've been so distracted."

"I know. I'm sorry, Dana."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Fox sighed softly, watching the horses prance around their enclosure. "I...looked for him yesterday..."

"Oh. No luck, I take it."

"Yes and no."

"How can it be both?"

"I saw him in the same place."

"Did you speak?"

"No."

"Did *he*?"

"No..."

Dana cocked her head. "That wasn't an emphatic no."

"I...I didn't see his lips move, but I heard a voice. Low...soft...like the finest velvet. Exactly the tone I would have imagined him to have."

His companion eyed him doubtfully. "What did this...*voice* say?"

"He was calling me to him."

"And did you go?"

"No, I...I started to, then I backed away."

"Why?"

"I was frightened. I thought I may have taken leave of my senses. How could he have spoken to me? He never opened his mouth. I just wished so much for him to speak that my mind heard it."

"But he did look at you."

"*Yes*. Of that I am sure. And I thought my eyes saw what my mind heard." He closed his eyes and turned away. "I don't know..."

A soft hand caressed Fox's shoulder. "And so you just left?"

"Yes. And later...in my own house, I..."

"Yes?"

"I felt that breeze again. And then..." His fingers absently brushed his own lips. "...a kiss, softer than lamb's wool. Dana, what's wrong with me?"

"*Nothing* is wrong. You're simply entranced by a handsome man..."

Fox turned to his companion. "He is exquisite. Just the thought of him...and now I don't know if I will ever see him again. I had a second chance and I let it slip away."

"Don't be so sure, Fox. Did it occur to you that you saw him in the same place because he was looking for *you*? Why do you think he stares at you?"

Fox shrugged uncertainly.

Dana smiled reassuringly. "You will see him again. I'm sure of it. Now, come. I'd like you to review tomorrow's lessons with me."

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 Alexei lay on his back by the stream, staring up into the cerulean sky. He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of wildflowers and sun-warmed grass. He lived in utter beauty, yet now it seemed ordinary in comparison to the magnificence of the man he'd fallen so deeply in love with.

"Tonight, love," he whispered. "Tonight, I will again look on your beauty."

"Well, the young girls think that I am rather appealing, but I had no idea how *you* felt about me."

Alexei's head snapped to the right, and he looked up into Daniel's amused face. He grunted good naturedly and again turned his face up to the sky.

"You should not speak such things aloud," the other man warned, dropping into the grass beside him. "It might have been your father standing here instead of me."

No answer.

"Alexei, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I am doing?"

"You have not given up on that human, have you?"

"No."

"My friend, you *must*. He can bring you nothing but grief."

Alexei refused to listen. "If you have come to scold me, Daniel, you may go back the way you came." He waved the other man off.

"Is a moment's pleasure worth incurring your father's wrath for ages to come?"

Alexei rolled onto his side and looked at his friend, eyes sparkling. "Who said anything about a *moment*?"

Daniel's mouth dropped open.

Alexei continued. "Even if that is all it turned out to be, I believe I would have to say yes. Yes, a moment of pleasure with him would be worth all the torment my father could throw at me."

The other man shook his head. "You truly mean that."

"Yes," the dark-haired man answered softly. Then softer still, he asked, "May I tell you a secret?"

Daniel looked around. "Yes...yes, of course."

"You must swear to tell *no one*."

"I swear."

"I saw him again. Yesterday. I followed him, and I now know where he lives." Alexei moved closer. "I visited him last evening."

"You what?"

The other man nodded. "He did not know I was there. I just needed to see him. Touch him. I watched him sleep for a short time. He is *beautiful*, Daniel. I wanted so very much to lie down beside him and lay my head upon his chest..." Sable lashes swept downward, giving his eyes a sleepy appearance. "...just to feel his heart beating beneath my cheek."

One red eyebrow arched. "Are you sure that is all you wanted to feel?"

The lashes lifted and deep green eyes stared over at the other man. "You do not understand, Daniel. I did not expect that you would."

"I think I have been insulted."

"Daniel, I..." Alexei stopped in mid-sentence.

"You what?"

"You would not understand."

"Well, *help* me understand."

"You will not tell a soul?"

"I said I would not."

"Even if my father threatened you with punishment?"

Daniel opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Alexei turned his head. "Forget it. You cannot be trusted."

"No! I mean, yes! I promise. Nothing will make me ever breathe a word to anyone. Now tell me!"

"All right. But if I discover that you have gone back on your word, my father will not be the one you need to fear."

Daniel nodded, knowing full well that Alexei would and could make good on his threat.

The glacial green stare warmed and softened, and a tiny smile curved the perfect lips. "I am in love."

"Love? But...but how can you be? You do not know this man! And might I remind you that he *is*..."

"*Human*...I know, I know! Why is that such an issue with you and my father?"

"It is an issue with me *because* it is an issue with your father. I do not want trouble for you, my friend, but it would appear to me that you are bent on embracing chaos."

"I am not *looking* for trouble, Daniel, but I will not stay away from him simply because my father cannot abide humans. It is not his life to live; it is mine."

Daniel studied his friend in silence for a moment. "You are a stubborn mule, Alexei. I hope this human of yours can appreciate that trait."

Alexei gave Daniel a brilliant smile. "I am going to see him tonight."

"Are you going to make yourself visible?"

"No. Not just yet."

"Then how do you expect him to fall madly in love with you?"

Green eyes shone as brightly as the sun. "I have a plan."

Daniel fell onto his back, emitting a hearty laugh. "Allah help this poor man."

"He does not need Allah. All he needs is me."

Daniel shook his head, chuckling. "I hope for the sake of your ego, he agrees."

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 Fox wandered the perimeter of his rooms, disappointment weighing heavily on his heart. After class today, he had gone again into the village, hoping to find the green-eyed stranger waiting for him in the crowd, but he had been nowhere in sight. Fox concluded that either he'd given up, or he'd read far too much into those intent stares, and the man had no interest in him at all. Either way, he was depressed.

Night had long since fallen, and his body began to hint at its fatigue. When he could fight it no more, he obeyed the command to sleep, and he undressed and slipped between the sheets. Now suddenly wide awake, he tossed restlessly for a long while, then drifted off slowly, pillowed on dreams of ocean breezes and love with a mysterious emerald-eyed man.

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The diaphanous curtains barely moved this evening. The still, dry air hung in the room, emphasizing the silence. The new presence in the slumbering man's room made not a sound as it drifted across the floor and settled at the edge of the bed.

"I have returned, my love," Alexei murmured to the unconscious Fox. "I saw you in the village today...searching for me. Did you miss me? I truly hope so, for I have missed you terribly. But now I am here." His fingers whispered over the surface of Fox's hair. "Do you dream tonight, lord? No matter. Let it fade." Alexei continued to stroke the golden-brown strands. "You see nothing but darkness now. Your mind is clear, and now you are ready." He lowered his head until his cheek brushed the other man's, then whispered into his ear. "Dream of me..."

The immobile man began to stir ever so slightly and his eyelashes fluttered. Shapes began to invade his peaceful world. Nothing discernible as yet, but anticipation began to build. The shapes became recognizable, but none were familiar. A room...large...airy...almost completely empty...free floating curtains in gossamer silk hung from huge windows, and in the middle of the floor, a bed. Large, overstuffed...carved wooden posts...scattered with pillows in various shapes and sizes, all covered in the finest ivory silk. Its cool comfort beckoned to him, and he answered, moving forward and lying down. He stretched lazily, sinking into the pillows and idly wondering where he was and how he got there.

Movement caught his eye, and he slowly sat up, looking toward the windows. From the folds of the billowing silk, a man emerged. Draped in flowing robes and turban, he was a vision in ivory. The moonlight caught in the golden earrings that framed his beautiful face, and his eyes sparkled like gems. He approached silently, stopping at the end of the bed. Fox looked up at him, entranced.

//Will...will you speak to me?//

The man smiled, his olive skin the perfect backdrop for strong, white teeth. //What would you have me say?//

//Tell me who you are...and where I am, and...what you want with me...//

//You are in a place better suited to you than that modest little house in which you live. *I* am the one who adores you, and as for what I want...//

Fox felt his pulse quicken.

The man shook his head. //I am here to give you what *you* want. After all, this is *your* dream.//

//Dream?//

//Yes...you look disappointed.//

//I...I thought...I hoped that you'd be...//

//Real? I am. You did not dream, nor did you imagine our two meetings in the village.//

//You...you said you...adore me?//

//Does that make you uncomfortable?//

//It...I...I don't know. I'm not sure how it makes me feel.//

//But you feel something?//

//Yes. It's very...confusing...//

He smiled sweetly. //Tell me your name.//

//You don't know it?//

//No. Do you wish not to tell me?//

The other man hesitated, then managed to stutter, //F-Fox.//

One dark eyebrow arched. //Fox?//

//Yes.//

Another smile. //It is an odd name, but...// he studied the man on the bed, //..very fitting, I think.// He sat carefully at the edge of the mattress. //You are so very beautiful...//

Fox turned away, discomposed by the statement and the closeness of the man.

//Do you fear me?//

No response.

//There is no reason to. This is your dream. I cannot harm you.// His fingers whispered across Fox's cheek. //I would not.//

Fox shivered under the stranger's touch, and all at once he was made very aware of the fact that he was naked. He pulled a large pillow into his lap and again avoided the green gaze.

//I am quite aware of your arousal, love,// the man said softly. //It pleases me very much.//

Fox chewed on the inside corner of his lip, but said nothing. The hand at his cheek drifted downward, skimming the side of his neck, the curve of his shoulder, then stroked a path down his arm, finally coming to rest over his hand. The voice sounded again.

//What do you wish of me tonight?//

Hazel eyes blinked up into his face. Lush lips parted and the first sounds that left them were soft gasps of confusion. Then Fox spoke.

//I don't...I...// His voice faded, then went silent

//What is it, love? I can give you anything you desire. Just tell me.//

Fox shook his head. //I don't know, I've never...// Again he fell into frustrated silence, and an understanding smile graced his visitor's lips. He sucked in a breath as the man slid closer and, pulling the pillow away, slipped an arm around him. His heart thrashed in his chest at the sensation of a warm, soft mouth brushing his. When he did not shy away, the arm around his waist pulled him closer, and the kiss deepened. Tentatively his hands slid up to the other's back. The sensuous feel of soft linen beneath his fingers added to the overwhelming pleasure he was already experiencing, but...how could this be so real? He'd had many, many dreams, but none like this. Every touch, every taste...every small sound, vibrated through his body with a very real intensity.

Gently, the man lowered him to the pillows, maintaining contact with his lips. In one fluid, barely noticeable moment, they were lying together, and the stranger's hands were wandering slowly over his body, eliciting soft moans from his throat. The moans turned into a surprised gasp as he felt a tongue, gentle but insistent, parting his lips. His surprise deepened as he felt himself so easily submit, opening his mouth and allowing the man to explore at his leisure.

Timidly, Fox's tongue inched out, touching the one invading his mouth. It withdrew quickly then returned, coaxed back into play by its mate.

He tasted of fruit and rich wine, this dream lover of his, and it was intoxicating. Fox ventured deeper into his mouth, gaining confidence, and soon their tongues were tangled together in sensual bliss. His hands wandered up the other's back, stroking over the finely chiseled muscles, marveling at the feel of another man's body beneath his fingers. He wondered idly if the man in the village would feel anything like this apparition his mind had conjured up.

A hand traveling down his chest, coaxed his attention back to the present situation. Fingers lightly combed through the scattering of hair then drifted to the side, circling one nipple and teasing it to hardness. Fox broke from the mouth covering his, arching his back and gasping at the intimate touch. His hands fell away from the man's back and into the sheets, gathering fistfuls of the silk between his fingers. Silently, the man smiled down at him and moved to the other nipple, treating it to the same loving attention. When the second nipple was as hard as the first, he continued on, slowly working his way down Fox's torso and sliding his fingers through the dark patch of curls surrounding the length of solid muscle.

Fox fought for every breath as he felt the stranger's hand brush the base of his erection, then close gently around it. Their mouths met again, and his hand began to move, tenderly stroking the impossibly rigid shaft.

There was sound in Fox's head...a distant rumble that soon became a roar resembling the storms that sometimes blew violently through the desert. He whimpered softly into the mouth still feeding on his, feeling the tension build in his body to the point where he was sure he would snap in two if it was not relieved.

The man above him understood his torment and sought to put an end to it. He pulled away from Fox's mouth and kissed a path to his ear. //It is time, beautiful Fox.// He increased the speed of his strokes, prompting desperate cries from the beneficiary of his attention. //Take your pleasure.//

Fox's hips jerked upward once, twice, and then his body was spasming uncontrollably, releasing a long, thick stream of fluid over the hand that quickly but gently milked him. His cries of fulfillment echoed around him, and as they faded, he felt the other's lips, soft and sweet on his own. His eyes fluttered open when the gentle pressure was removed, and he blinked up into sparkling, forest- green eyes.

//Remember well this dream, my treasure. I will return to you again soon.//

//Please,// Fox breathed softly, //don't leave.//

//But I must.// The visage began to fade. //You must awake soon and begin your day.//

//I don't want to. I like it here. Don't go...//

Alexei watched the restless shifting of the sleeping man's body. He raised a hand to his cheek and whispered to him, "Rest easy now, love. No more dreams tonight." He stroked Fox's face and hair. "Rest..."

All movement soon ceased, and Fox's respiration became slow and steady. Alexei leaned in for one lingering kiss, then rose from the bed. He smiled softly down at the other man, then faded back into the night.

 ********************

 "There you are." Daniel approached his friend, lounging lazily by his favorite stream. "I should have known to look here first."

"Hello, Daniel."

He sat beside Alexei and waited. When the other man did not speak again, he nudged his arm. "Well?" he asked impatiently. "How did it go?"

"How did what go?"

"Last night, Alexei...with your human." He whispered the last word. "Was it *so* forgettable?"

A smile curved the other man's mouth, and his eyes fell shut. "My Fox is anything but forgettable."

"Fox?"

"That is his name. Beautiful...as he is."

The other man rolled his eyes. "So, have you enchanted him, then? Made him your love slave for life?"

"I do not wish to enslave him, Daniel. I want his love, but I want him to give it freely."

"And you think this is possible once you reveal your true self to him?"

"I do not know. I can only pray that it is."

The other man shook his head. "You have the advantage, Alexei. If you want him so badly, why not use it?"

"Because it would not be real. Do you not understand that? I want to look into those magnificent, painted eyes and see *true* love. Not a product of some spell."

Daniel stared intently for long moments, then asked, "Who are you and what have you done with my friend?"

His response came in the form of a brief grunt.

"Seriously, Alexei, this is not like you. If you want something, you take it. What is so different about this?"

Alexei began to speak, paused, then began again. "It....it is difficult to explain, Daniel."

"Try."

"You will not understand until you are truly in love, but...I could not bear it if he were changed in any way. I want to experience true love...to see the glow in his eyes when I come to him and know that what he feels for me is all his own emotion and nothing that I have manipulated him into feeling."

"But have you not already done that? You have insinuated yourself into his dreams..."

"I was there. I instigated the dream. That is all. The rest was left to him."

"But why?" Red eyebrows arched in curiosity. "Why not just speak to him in the village?"

"I saw him in the village again. For a time, it looked as though he would come and speak with me, but he became frightened and turned away."

"What frightened him?"

"I was not sure at the time. Now, I suspect that my jewel is even more precious than I thought."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that my sweet Fox is an innocent."

The other man cocked his head curiously.

"I believe he has had no lovers," Alexei explained.

Daniel burst into laughter. "Are you serious? Alexei, do you truly believe that one as delicious as he has not had even *one* lover?"

"I know it does not seem possible, but after last night...it is what I believe."

"What happened last night?"

Alexei smiled and shook his head.

"But you tell me about *all* of your liaisons! Come now, do not tease me so."

"Sorry, my friend. Fox has stolen my heart and my soul, and I will not speak of him as if he were just another meaningless conquest."

Daniel folded his arms across his chest and pouted. "You used to be fun, Alexei. I do not think I like what this human is doing to you."

"Really?" White teeth flashed in the morning sun. "I like it very much." Alexei rose to his feet and grinned down at his friend. "I will see you later."

Daniel blinked up into his face. "Where are you going?"

"To see my love."

"It is morning, Alexei. You cannot infiltrate his dreams, so what are you going to do? Linger about unseen, just mooning over him?"

A soft laugh was his reply.

"All right, fine. Keep it to yourself. Go on to your Fox, and leave me to find my own amusement."

"You do not have to look far," Alexei answered. "This morning, I heard Suni and Jameelah talking about you."

"Are you sure they simply were not plotting to do away with the prince's red-headed friend so they could get closer to his magnificence?"

Alexei broke into a hearty laugh. "*No*. They were speaking very well of you...and giggling."

"*Really*. Hmm. This could be interesting."

"Indeed it could," Alexei encouraged. "Go find them. I will see you later." He watched his friend shuffle off in search of the females they spoke of, and smiled. "And, my precious Fox, I will see *you*, now."

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 Fox picked at his breakfast, his mind reviewing again and again the events of his dream and the condition he'd found himself in this morning. Sheets, stuck to his lower regions and smelling of his own semen. His body pleasantly drained, and his memory full of the mysterious, emerald-eyed man who had come into his dreams and done to him what no other ever had. His body tingled at the thought, and he found himself hardening.

//No. Think of something else. You must leave soon. The children will be waiting...//

Distraction came in the form of a large, black cat that had wandered in through the open doors and was now rubbing insistently against his leg.

Fox smiled down at the animal. "Where did you come from?" He asked softly, reaching down to scratch behind the feline's ear. The loud purrs encouraged him to continue. "You are very handsome. Do you belong to the master?"

The cat jumped into his lap and looked up at him with emerald-green eyes. Fox looked into them for a moment, stunned. He regained his composure and chuckled softly. "Why does it seem that suddenly I am to be constantly seduced by beautiful green eyes?" He stroked the cat's back, enjoying the ripple of muscle beneath his fingers. "Have you had breakfast? I'll share mine with you, then I must get to class. I cannot keep the children waiting." He finished his breakfast, feeding a good portion of it to his new friend, then set off for class, leaving the cat stretched lazily across his bed.

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 Fox made it to class only a few minutes late and had little trouble getting the boys under control before settling down to the day's business. From his seat at the back of the room, Jeffrey brooded silently as usual, lending an air of gloom to the otherwise cheerful morning. Halfway into the second lesson, Jeffrey made his presence known, shouting and attempting to shoo away the cat that had hopped up into the window. The cat crouched on the sill, ears flattened, eyes dilated to near-blackness, snarling at the young man.

Fox calmly walked to the back of the room and stood beside the window. "Stop shouting, Jeffrey, you're frightening him."

"*Frightening* him? That animal is vicious! See how he hisses and growls at me!"

Fox emitted a patient sigh. "He is *not* vicious." To prove his point, he reached out to the cat, murmuring softly to the animal as he stroked the top of its head. "You were just frightened, weren't you?  It's all right, no one is going to hurt you."

In answer, the cat arched its back, purring loudly.

"No?" Jeffrey fumed. "I would not be so certain about that. If *I* see it alone, I will snap its neck!"

The other children gasped in horror at their brother's proclamation.

Fox leveled a stony gaze on the younger man, and picked the cat up. It settled comfortably into his arms, still purring contentedly.

"Don't touch this animal, Jeffrey. It has done you no harm."

"It would have attacked me!"

"Your wild exaggerations are going to get you into very serious trouble one day. Now, calm yourself."

"My father will hear of this! And he will..."

Tired of the young man's ranting, Fox cut him off. "By all means, Jeffrey, if you feel this very serious matter must be brought immediately to your father's attention, go on and tell him. But do not disrupt my class any further."

Jeffrey fell silent, staring daggers at him.

"Make your choice, Jeffrey. Go, or stay and be quiet."

The younger man retreated back into an angry silence for the rest of the morning, refusing to participate in class. He became even angrier when, at lunch time, Fox allowed the boys to come up and pet the cat who had been lounging in the window closest to him.

The animal lay quietly, tolerating the children's gentle attention, and when class was over, he climbed onto Fox's shoulder and allowed the man to convey him back to the little house. From a wine colored pillow that he had claimed as his own, he watched Fox bathe and change, and soon afterward a petite woman appeared at the door.

"Am I early?" Dana asked as she passed into the main room and took a seat.

"No," Fox answered. "Jamira should be here soon with dinner." He took a seat across from her, and Dana's eyes lit up as he was immediately joined by a lovely black cat. The animal seemed to appear from nowhere, jumping up and settling at Fox's side, rubbing its head against the man's leg.

"Oh, how beautiful!" Dana squealed in delight. "Where did he come from?"

"I don't know," Fox replied, reaching down to gently pass his hand over the cat's body. "He appeared this morning and refuses to leave me. He even followed me to class." He began to chuckle. "He and Jeffrey did not exactly hit it off."

Dana grunted. "Is there anyone or anything that Jeffrey *does* hit it off with?"

"Good point."

"So, are you going to keep him?"

Fox shrugged. "He may certainly stay if he wants to. I'm enjoying the company." Fox looked down at the animal, who had now rolled onto its back, legs splayed, purring happily as its throat and belly were scratched. "He's got the most incredible green eyes. They remind me of..." He cut himself off, refusing to allow himself the indulgence. But Dana caught the soft words and prodded her friend.

"What do they remind you of?"

Fox shook his head and continued to pet his new companion.

"Still thinking about him?"

The golden-brown head jerked up, then slowly lowered again. "Yes. I....I dreamt of him last night."

Dana saw the slight blush tinge his cheeks, and she decided against asking for details.

"Your subconscious mind is speaking to you, Fox. It's doing what you want to do in consciousness but can't."

Fox sighed and shrugged. "Dreams are probably all I will have of him now, anyway."

"You never know, Fox. He may turn up again when you least expect him to. And if he does, what are you going to do?"

Fox closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I will speak to him...I hope."

"Don't hope. Do it or the regret will be deeper than it is right now."

Before Fox could answer, dinner arrived, and they sat down to eat, Dana digging in hungrily and Fox again only picking and sharing part of his meal with his new friend.

An hour after dinner was over, Dana went back to her own house, leaving Fox alone to contemplate her words. He lay across his bed, the cat curled up against his chest, thinking. "Dana is right," he told his sleeping companion. "If I am fortunate enough to see him again, I must not let fear stop me from speaking to him." He lay quietly for a moment, then flung an arm across his face. "Who am I fooling? I can't just walk up to him and strike up a conversation. What would I say? What if I'm completely wrong about his intentions?" He groaned heavily. "Am I insane? What makes me think that someone as beautiful as he would want *me*?"

The cat opened its eyes and uncurled its body, stretching and yawning. With a soft thud, it jumped to the floor and disappeared through the open door.

Fox watched forlornly as his beautiful companion left him alone with his woe. "Well," he whispered to himself, "that's more like it. Alone and lonely." He stared up at the ceiling until sleep came for him nearly an hour later.

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 The soft whisper of a silken caress opened Fox's eyes. He looked up into now familiar emerald eyes, and smiled.

//You came back to me.//

//Of course I have returned. You summoned me.//

//I did?//

//Yes, love.//

//I don't understand...//

//Did you not wish for me to come to you?//

//No...I mean...*yes*, but...I don't remember summoning you.//

//The subconscious mind is not always an easy thing for us to understand. Sometimes it is best not to try.//

A gentle kiss brushed across the tip of Fox's nose, then one landed on each fluttering eyelid, and finally settled on his full mouth.

With only a bit of coaxing, Fox parted his lips and allowed the other man to sweep inside. He teased the soft interior for a moment, then pulled away. //What would please you tonight, my jewel?// he asked softly, tracing the curve of Fox's lower lip with his index finger.

Fox blinked, then looked away.

//Do not be afraid. Anything you wish for, love. Anything at all...I will not reject you.//

//I....I can't, I don't...//

//Shh. All right. I understand.// Fox's visitor stroked his face. //You trusted me last night. Will you trust me again?//

//Y-yes.//

Fox sighed into the mouth that came down on his, again opening himself to the teasing tongue. He squirmed under the other man's touch, wanting to feel his hands everywhere at once, and shocked himself by arching against him, attempting to obtain the contact he sought. The soft chuckle tickled his lips.

//Not so timid once your desire is aroused, are you, sweet Fox? I like that.// He nuzzled Fox's throat. //Please touch me.//

Tentatively, Fox lifted a hand to the other man's throat, tracing a line downward as far as his clothing would allow. He then stopped, gently rubbing the spot on the other's upper chest.

//It is easily removed,// the soft, silky voice coaxed, //if you wish...//

He did wish. But it was fear...that crippling, damnable fear that made him hesitate. His visitor smiled indulgently and loosened the fastenings of his robes, allowing them to hang open. He gently grasped Fox's hand and placed it upon his bared chest.

//You see? There is nothing to be afraid of.//

Fox stared up into the other man's eyes, motionless for a moment, then his hand began to move, cautiously traveling the hard planes of the chest under his fingers. Dark lashes fluttered and closed as the man sighed softly, encouraging him to continue. He watched his hand moving of its own accord over the bronzed skin, stroking and petting, listening to the deep, rumbling sounds of pleasure. Slowly, his fingers slid over to the left, brushing over one nipple.

//Oh, yes, love. Oh, yes...//

Unsure of what to do next, but positive that he did not want this moment to end, Fox's hand traveled over to the other nipple, teasing that one as well. A shy but satisfied smile curved his lips as the other moaned aloud.

//You have a magical touch, my love,// the man panted softly. He shifted until he was on his back, and looked up at Fox, waiting. //Please, Fox. Will you continue?//

Fox gazed down into the passion-glazed eyes and fell on the other man with a soft moan. His mouth found its mate, and he attempted to imitate what had been done to his own mouth. A deluge of impassioned moans and fingers clenching in his hair told him that he must have been doing it right. As his confidence and his passion built, he moved away from the other man's lips, kissing down his throat to his chest. His mouth followed the path that his hands had earlier taken, licking and nipping, finding one nipple and flicking across it.

The man beneath him arched and whimpered, begging incoherently for more, sending the blood pounding through Fox's veins. His hands stroked the heated skin of the man's torso as he sucked the pebbled flesh into his mouth. Above his head, a breath hissed sharply, and a cry caught in the constricted throat.

Working on sheer animal instinct, Fox moved lower, his hands grazing the other's slim hips, and began to work at loosening his pants. His task accomplished, he began to pull the material down, when suddenly, something did not feel right. There was sound. Distant, but unable to be ignored. Unwillingly, he turned an ear to it.

//Fox...love...please...//

His voice was fading. Drowning behind the alien sound. The feel of his skin...his smell...that too was fading.

//No...no...I won't...I won't...want to stay...//

Fox blinked in the darkness, wincing at the painfully swollen erection he sported. He attempted to focus on the accursed sound that woke him from his beautiful dream, and found that the noise was coming from outside. Two voices rang out. One he recognized as Jeffrey's, and the other as his father's.

"You *will* obey me, you cur. You are the oldest of my sons, and Allah forgive me, but you will be educated even if it kills you!"

"I will not go back to class, I will not!"

"You will! I will not be humiliated, do you understand? You will learn, or I will send you so far away, you will never find your way back!"

There was quiet after that, but the shouting had gone on long enough for Fox to have awakened completely. His fingers clenched in his hair, and he groaned into the blackness. "Come back to me, my lover," he whimpered softly. "Please..."

He lay awake until dawn, tossing and turning, unable to sleep a wink. As the sun rose, he did also, bathing in cold water in an attempt to wake himself up and cool his still smoldering desires. He sat down to breakfast, looking up at every sound, hoping that his feline friend had returned, but when he left for class, he'd seen not a hair. He worked through the lessons, ignoring the pouting young man at the back of the room, and when lunch time arrived, he stumbled back to his house for a rest before the afternoon classes. He dropped across his bed and closed his eyes, fully aware that it may not be the best idea. He'd slept so little last night, he might just drop off and miss the afternoon classes all together. Unable to gather enough energy to care, he closed his eyes.

 ********************

 Alexei brushed his fingers across the cool water, conjuring up the image of his love. He gazed down into the stream, watching Fox nod off to sleep.

"You are so very tired," he whispered to the swirling image. "I am truly sorry for last night. It should not have ended that way..."

He closed his eyes and thought of the night before. He had come to Fox again, but did not instigate the dream. He merely lay beside him and watched it progress, taking great pleasure in watching his flower unfold. When that blasted Jeffrey and his slack-jowled, opium puffing father woke him with their screeching, it had all come to an end. Instead of *helping* Fox to go back to sleep, he allowed him to toss about for the remainder of the night, thinking about the dream and becoming more agitated with each passing hour. Now, he was exhausted and sad, and Alexei had to do something to relieve his unrest. "Sleep, lord." he whispered, "I shall wake you when it is time."

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 A soft rumble roused Fox out of his slumber. He executed a long stretch, then slowly opened his eyes. As his arms slid from above his head, down to his sides, one hand came in contact with a soft, silky object. He opened one eye and glanced down at the cat snuggled to his side, staring at him. A trace of a smile crossed his lips, and he sat up. "I didn't think you would return," he said, stroking the glistening fur, "but I'm glad that you did." He glanced around, shaking his head. "And thank you for waking me. I may actually be on time for afternoon classes."

Green eyes watched as Fox gathered up his supplies and rushed to the door. The soft meow stopped him before he could exit the house. He turned to find his friend at his feet, looking up at him.

"What is it? Would you like to come with me?" He held out his arms, not really expecting that the animal would leap into them, but that was exactly what it did. The cat draped itself over his shoulder, nuzzling Fox's cheek, and the two headed back to the classroom.

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Jeffrey scowled from his seat at the back of the classroom, growing angrier with every admiring remark from his brothers about the tutor's cat. Finally, when he'd had all he could stand, he lashed out.

"What is so wonderful about some flea-bitten, mangy cat?" he bellowed, startling the younger boys.

"He is not mangy," Amir, the youngest of the group, chirped up. "You are just jealous because he likes us and not you."

"Jealous?" The young man laughed bitterly. "I am jealous of nothing and no one!" He glared at Fox. "No one, do you hear?"

"I hear you, Jeffrey," Fox said softly.

The younger man continued to rail at him. "You lie. You think I am jealous of you! What is there to be envious of, tell me! Your brain? Your looks?" He laughed again. "That will be the day when I am jealous of *you*, tall and gangly as you are, with your...your droopy hair and lips that look like someone hit you, and...and...freakish eyes that cannot seem to decide what color they want to be!"

Fox stared sadly at Jeffrey, saying not a word. Such a pathetic young man. Not an ounce of self esteem did he have. His father had failed so miserably with him...

Jeffrey recognized the expression and shook with rage. The next thing Fox knew, the younger man was hurling himself at him, but before Jeffrey could reach him, the cat pounced, sinking its claws into his face.

A loud, pained shriek rose from Jeffrey's throat as he clutched at the animal, trying to pull it away. Fox leapt forward, grasping the cat and gently prying its claws from Jeffrey's skin while at the same time trying to hold the young man still. When he'd finally succeeded in separating the two, he held on to the growling cat while instructing the other boys.

"Take him to the house, and find Fatima. She will see to his wounds. I will go see your father."

The boys led their wailing brother away, and Fox gathered up his supplies, carrying them and the cat back to his house. Once inside, the cat jumped down from his shoulder and joined him in the chair he dropped into. He looked down at the animal, then sighed, scratching its head. "I know why you attacked him, but...you shouldn't have. No matter how obnoxious he is, he is still the master's son, and I fear you may well have gotten us both into quite a bit of trouble."

Wide green eyes stared up at him as if the animal were actually listening to every word. It sounded a tiny meow, then climbed into Fox's lap, rubbing its head against his chest.

Fox sighed and smiled down at the animal. "I don't know what I did to inspire such devotion, but I do appreciate it." He lifted the cat, dropped a kiss on the top of its head, then set it back down in the chair he'd just vacated. "Well...I'd better get this over with. You and I, my friend, may be living in a tent soon. I hope you don't mind." With one last smile and a deep breath, he opened the door and walked out to meet his doom.

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 Smoke swirled through the room, the acrid smell hitting Fox's nose as he came through the door.

"I heard about the excitement in class a while ago," the soft, raspy voice sounded from the other end of the room.

Fox stepped forward. "Yes. I am sorry, I should not have allowed the cat into the classroom, but the children enjoyed him so..."

"The children." The master pivoted, now facing his employee. "Yes, the children. They are very fond of you, Fox. They have preceded you here."

"They...they have?"

"Yes. To explain that this unpleasant incident happened through no fault of yours. They have informed me that Jeffrey is entirely to blame, and I am inclined to believe that. Will you kindly confirm or dispute their report?"

Fox lowered his eyes for a moment, then leveled an earnest gaze on the older man. "I cannot dispute it sir, but...Jeffrey is a troubled young man. He desperately wants your approval, and when he can't get it, he reacts badly."

The old man cocked his head. "You defend him after he tried to attack you?"

"I...I am simply trying to give you a reason for his behavior."

"So you are telling me that I am to blame for the way he behaves?"

Silence answered his question.

"I should have you whipped for such an implication."

Still, no response.

"You would not plead for leniency?"

"No, sir."

The master studied him for long seconds, then, "If Jeffrey had a fraction of your grace and bravery, I would not be so hard on him...you may go, Fox. I must go see to my...*son*."

Fox executed a shallow bow and exited the room and the house.

 ********************

 Alexei impatiently paced around the room, awaiting Fox's return. Arms folded across his chest, he muttered to himself.

"I swear...if that pathetic little weasel has caused you any trouble, my love, I will shred him from head to foot."

He dropped into the chair that Fox had been sitting in before he left, still talking to himself.

"Perhaps I should find you...just to insure that nothing is wrong."

Just as he made the decision to go out in search of Fox, his ears detected the faint click of the door...

Fox entered, finding the cat in the same spot he'd left it. He smiled as he approached the animal, then squatted down in front of it. The cat rose, butting its head against his chin, purring softly.

"Well, my friend, we've been pardoned. But from now on, you must behave yourself. No more attacks on Jeffrey, is that clear?"

His answer came in the form of a barrage of laps of the small pink tongue at his lips. He giggled softly, pulling away. "Hey, that tickles," he said as he rubbed at his mouth with the tips of his fingers. Lifting the cat and hugging it to him, he rose to his feet. "I was thinking of going into the village for a while. When I return, we'll have dinner, all right?" He placed the cat down on the chair, and walked to the door. Just before he walked out, he turned to once more look at his companion, who had twisted into an impossible position and was drifting into sleep. An uncontrollable smile lit his face, and he closed the door behind him.

 ********************

 There was no smile as Fox returned from his trip into the village. For over an hour he milled about, stopping at this shop and that, looking for the mysterious green-eyed man, but to no avail. Finally, he gave up and headed for home.

A soft meow greeted him as he pushed the door open. He looked down at his new housemate, breathing a soft sigh of relief. "Thank you for still being here." He dropped into the chair, patting his lap. His companion joined him without haste, sprawling comfortably across his thighs. "He wasn't there," Fox said softly, scratching the animal's head. "I may as well give up."

The cat watched him intently for a moment, its tail lazily curling and uncurling. It then pulled itself into a sitting position and lifted a paw to Fox's chest. Fox gave it a trace of a smile.

"What is it?"

The animal sounded a low but insistent meow, and removed its paw.

"I suppose that in time I will learn to recognize all your different sounds and gestures, but for now, I will just have to guess. Are you hungry?" He repeatedly ran his hand down the sleek back. "Jamira will be here soon with dinner."

Seemingly satisfied, the cat turned around once, then curled itself into a ball and closed its eyes. Fox decided to follow his companion's example and let his head drop back against the cushion of the chair. He closed his eyes and in no time was hovering between sleep and consciousness. The knock on the door shortly after brought him back to full awareness. He picked the cat up and, carrying it with him, went to open the door.

Dana smiled up at her friend, then at the bundle of shining black fur in his arms.

"Hello, Fox." She reached out to scratch behind the cat's ear. "Hello, beautiful. How are you today?" She passed them by, allowing Jamira to enter with the evening meal. "Hope you don't mind, I thought we could dine together tonight."

"No...no, of course not." Fox followed the women into the dining area and thanked Jamira as she silently placed the tray down and slipped back out the door.

Dana went to him and took the cat from his arms, nuzzling her face into its neck. "I'm happy to see that you decided to stay. Fox is such a loner, you know. If it weren't for me, sometimes I think he would have no social life at all..." She broke off her sentence, and looked to her friend. "Have you named him?"

"No..."

"Well, what are waiting for?"

"I...I don't know what to name him. I've never had a pet."

"Hmm. Well, let's see." She sat and placed the cat on her lap. "What do you look like?" She smiled up at Fox. "His eyes are a beautiful shade of green. Like Jade."

"I actually thought they looked like emeralds," he said, a distant tinge to his voice.

"I suppose, but Jade is a better name. Short...easier when you're calling him..."

Fox shrugged. "It's fine with me if it's fine with him."

Dana giggled. "Really, Fox, I don't think he'll have any objections. He's just a cat..."

"A smart cat."

A knowing smile crossed the woman's face. "I saw Jeffrey." She snickered softly and kissed the top of the black head. "Good boy."

"Dana..."

"What? Oh, he's a pain in the...well, you know where, and he deserved what he got for trying to attack you."

"He's very troubled..."

Dana rolled her eyes, rising from her seat to uncover their meal. "You are a very generous man, Fox. More generous than young master Jeffrey deserves."

Fox ignored the comment, and the two sat down to eat.

"So," Dana began a few bites later, "I assume you haven't seen him."

Fox fed a morsel to the cat who sat beside him. "No," he said barely above a whisper.

Dana looked on her friend with sympathy. "You'll see him again, Fox, I know you will."

Fox shook his head slowly. "I don't think so."

"Don't be so negative. Of course you'll see him. He's seen *you*, remember?"

"What does that mean?"

Dana grinned. "How could he look at that excruciatingly handsome face and *not* want to see you again?"

Fox lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"Goodness, Fox, don't look so dour. You should be enjoying your dinner...*and* your company."

Fox looked down at the cat, and a tiny trace of a grin curved his mouth. "Well, he *is* good company."

"I meant *me*!"

He looked up into irritated cerulean eyes and burst into laughter. "Oh, yes, you're also good company."

"Isn't this lovely? I'm second choice to a cat," Dana complained good-naturedly. "Tell me, Fox, when your mystery man shows himself again, which of them will hold the bigger place in your heart?"

"Dana, if this man was interested in me..."

"He is..."

"You're assuming that his interest would be for more than just a moment's pleasure."

Dana shook her head. She'd never known a man as beautiful as this one to be so humble. "Fox," she sighed, "no person who had a romantic interest in you would be stupid enough to settle for one night of physical pleasure. You've got so much more to offer, and if you two talked even for just a short time, he would know that."

Fox fell silent, pushing his food around with one finger. He picked up a sliver of meat and held it above the cat's head. The animal sat up on its haunches and daintily picked the offering from his fingers.

Dana said nothing more, allowing Fox to digest the things she'd said to him. When dinner was finished, they sat quietly discussing classes and their problem student for a while. When they'd exhausted all conversation, Dana stretched and announced that it was time for her to go. Fox walked her to the door, gave her a chaste peck on the cheek, and bid her goodnight. Once she'd gone, he walked back into the main room and dropped down on the floor, lying on his back. His companion was there in an instant, crawling up onto his chest and staring down at him. He stroked the cat's fur, enjoying the rumble of its purr against him.

"So...Jade...is Jade all right with you?"

Soft, raspy meow.

"I'll assume that meant yes...what do you think? Could Dana be right? Is there any chance that I'll see him again?"

Somehow, Jade's answering purr lulled and reassured him the way Dana's words could not. Before he could have another coherent thought, he found his eyes growing heavy and sleep quickly overtaking him.

 ********************

 Fox wandered the perimeter of the same room he'd been in twice before.

Waiting.

Finally, he called out.

//Where are you?//

No reply.

//Please...you must be here. Please come to me.//

Still nothing.

//I didn't want to go last time. I tried to stay, but the voices. They were so loud. Please. I'm sorry...//

//There is no need to be sorry.//

Fox spun around, his heart leaping into his throat as his mysterious lover came into view. He stood silently as the man slowly circled him.

//Why do you look frightened?//

//I...I'm not, I'm just...you startled me.//

//But you were looking for me...you were calling to me...//

//I didn't expect you to come.//

//I cannot keep myself from you.//

//I thought...//

//Yes?//

//I thought I'd done something wrong.//

//Wrong? No, love, you made me feel so wonderful. The only thing that was wrong was that it ended far too soon.// He studied Fox through a slitted gaze. //I still see apprehension in your eyes.//

//I'm sorry.//

The other shook his head as he approached. //Please do not apologize. Just finish what you started last evening...// Their bodies were now touching. Then their lips. Teasing brushes of flesh across flesh. //I could feel the passion in you last night. It flowed through every pore in your body into mine...//

Fox shuddered at his words.

//You set me aflame, love, and left me smoldering. Please...finish. If you do not, I will surely go mad.//

The stranger's words...and his lips continuously teasing Fox's, shook him to the point where word and thought were impossible. His arms clamped around the man before him, and their mouths fused, drawing a long, hungry moan from both.

Suddenly finding that they were standing beside the bed, Fox sank down upon its softness, dragging his lover along to lie sprawled on top of him. His tongue thrust into the man's hot, sweet mouth even as his hips rose to press into those resting against him. He found the other as hard and ready as he was, and a thread of anxiety rippled through him. The stranger knew in an instant and set about putting him at ease.

//You cannot displease me, my lover. It is impossible.//

//But...I know nothing of this.//

//I did not lie to you last evening when I said that your touch was magic. Trust yourself as I trust you, and together we will discover a whole new world.//

Fox stared up into his eyes, captivated by their depth. The other man lowered his head and kissed a line along his jaw and up to his ear. His soft whisper resonated through Fox's entire body.

//Love me.//

With a low growl, Fox rolled over, pinning the man beneath him, and tore at this clothing. When the last bit of material drifted to the floor, he removed his own garments, pushing aside his surprise at being dressed this time, and dropped to the silks beside the other. His hands and mouth began a restless exploration of his lover's body, tasting and touching everywhere he could reach. The desperate cries he evoked from the other man excited him beyond reason and encouraged him to continue from where he left off the previous night.

Slowly, Fox slid down the lean body, his tongue leaving a moist trail. He groaned softly as gentle fingers threaded through his hair, restlessly combing the strands. His head moved lower, and his palms stroked the long, well-muscled thighs as he finally reached the thick shaft that stood out from their juncture. He paused for a moment, listening to the pleading whimpers of his lover, then opened his mouth and took him in.

The other's body bucked and shook as he sucked hungrily on the rock-hard shaft. His fingers dug into the clenching muscle of the other man's buttocks, squeezing the flesh and encouraging him to thrust into his mouth, which he did, feverishly. The whimpers turned to harsh cries, and Fox instinctively began to swallow the fluid that was now being pumped down his throat. His own excitement, which had been building, then bubbled up and spilled over, and he achieved his own mind-numbing orgasm. When both their cries had been reduced to soft moans, Fox released him and slid up over his chest. Gently, he kissed the trembling lips and tucked his head under his lover's chin. A pair of arms wrapped tenderly around him, and a soft, tired voice sounded, declaring undying love.

 ********************

 Fox blinked in the early sunlight, finding himself in bed with no recollection of how he got there. Last he remembered, he was lying on the floor with Jade curled up on his chest. And he remembered the dream. The third in as many nights. Explicit in nature, so very strange and sweet, and it left him this morning with a craving for this man so intense he could taste it.

He covered his face with his hands and moaned aloud.

"This can't happen, it *can't*." He dropped his hands and found Jade perched beside him, staring. He scratched the cat's head and spoke to him. "I *cannot* go through life haunted by dreams of a man I will never have. I mustn't think about him." He blinked up at the ceiling. "I can stop. I have only to put my mind to it."

Jade's tail twitched as Fox continued to speak to him.

"Everything will be fine. I just have to forget I ever saw him." He closed his eyes, chanting to himself, "I can do it...I can forget..."

A short time later, he rose and got himself ready to go to class. He said goodbye to Jade, gathered up his things, and left the little house.

From amongst the pillows on the bed, Alexei stared in the direction that Fox had gone. "You will not forget me," he murmured. "I am in your blood like a fever, as you are in mine. A little more time, lord. And you will know as I do that we must be together."

 ********************

 Almost three weeks passed, and Fox's endeavors to cease his obsession with the emerald-eyed mystery man became more and more maddening. The harder he tried, the more explicit his dreams became. And the more explicit his dreams became, the more he obsessed. He was traveling in a never ending circle with no visible exit.

 ********************

 "Well, look what the wind blew in."

Alexei grinned at his friend. "You behave as though you never see me."

"No, not never, but very seldom," Daniel complained. "It has been four days since we've spoken. And your father is getting suspicious. Are you spending all this time with your human pet?"

"He is *not* my pet..." A secretive smile crossed Alexei's lips. "I am his."

"Sorry? Alexei, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing...have you told my father anything?"

"No, I promised you I would not. But it is getting difficult, my friend. He sees me without you far too often. He has inquired a few times as to your whereabouts, and I have managed to remain vague, but I see the way he looks at me. He knows something is amiss, Alexei, and I do not know how much longer I can hold him at bay. You must do something. This cannot continue."

Alexei gathered his friend's hands into his own. "Thank you, Daniel, for continuing to help me. I need your assistance for only a little bit longer. It is time now for me to reveal myself to him, but I will still need some time to help him adjust."

"You speak as though this is a sure thing. How do you know that once he knows who and what you are, he will *want* to adjust? He may bolt, friend, and you must be prepared for that very real possibility."

Alexei shook his head. "I will not lose him, Daniel...I cannot."

"He may think differently."

"No...you do not know....you do not see..."

"No...it is true, I do not see. But Alexei..."

"No buts, Daniel. You shall see. Soon I will introduce you to my love, and you will see for yourself why I adore him so."

The other man sighed and nodded. "I hope so. For your sake."

Alexei displayed a dazzling grin. "Do not worry. I must go now. I will see you soon."

Daniel watched his best friend leave, then looked into the sky, speaking up at it. "But I do worry, my friend. Oh, do I worry..."

 ********************

 Fox walked through the village with purpose today, stopping only to take care of the business he'd come for. He'd given up on looking for his beautiful stranger, though the dreams and fantasies persisted, usually in vivid detail.

He balanced an armful of books while picking his way through the swelling crowd. Not an easy task, as this particular section of the road was fraught with potholes and rocks.

As he made it to the end of the road, Fox congratulated himself for managing to hold on to all his purchases. A few seconds too soon as it turned out. A herd of children thundered past him, one tripping over his foot, and in his effort to prevent the child from falling face-down into the dirt, his books tumbled from his arms. The child was sent on his way, then Fox bent and began picking up his items. As he reached for the last book, a hand came out of nowhere, grasping and lifting it from the ground. He rose to thank the person for their help and was stunned by a pair of deep green eyes.

The world dropped out from under Fox at that moment, and everything in it ceased to exist. Everything but those eyes and the man they belonged to. He stood in utter silence, staring. He could not move, and at this particular moment, speech eluded him.

Alexei stared back, searching Fox's eyes for any sign that the man might bolt as he did the last time they met. Deciding that he would rather not take any chances, he smiled gently and spoke up.

"Good afternoon."

Fox regarded him warily and said nothing.

Alexei raised his hand, offering the book. "I thought that perhaps it was time that we introduce ourselves. I am Alexei."

As if in a trance, Fox reached out, relieving the other man of his burden.

Alexei cocked his head slightly. "You do not wish to tell me your name?"

Fox opened his mouth to speak, but no sound would come forth. His teeth worried his lower lip, and he stood there in silence. The other man moved closer, speaking just above a whisper.

"It is all right, Fox. You know I mean you no harm."

Fox blinked and drew back as if scalded. The words left his lips in a rush of breath. "H-how did you know my name?"

"May we go someplace else? Someplace quiet, and I will explain."

Fox looked away, unsure of what he should do.

"Please?"

His eyes flicked back to the man's face and found such a sweet, earnest expression in those deep pools of green that he found the words 'all right' leaving his lips.

A beautiful, warm smile graced the other man's lips, and he led Fox away from the busy area to a secluded spot, shaded by a small grouping of trees. Once they were alone, Fox turned to him and reiterated his question.

"How do you know my name?"

"You told me."

Fox frowned at the man. "How could...we've never spoken before."

Alexei seated himself on a large, flat rock and looked up at Fox. "But we have."

The standing man shook his head, preparing to again refute the other's claim, but all at once he was not so sure. He inhaled deeply, telling himself that it could not be. His gaze fell to the ground, and he asked softly, "When have we spoken?"

"The look on your face tells me that you already know the answer to that question."

"But..." Fox's head began to spin. "No. It's impossible."

Alexei smiled up at him. "Nothing is impossible. Let me prove that to you."

"Dreams are only the workings of one's imagination." A look of distress crossed his face. "This is only...it's another dream. That's all it is."

Alexei rose, shaking his head. "No. I can assure you, you are quite awake."

"No, I'm not. You're not real...you always...I think you are, and then I wake up."

"I *am* real. Touch me and you will see."

Fox backed up a step. "It wouldn't mean anything. My dreams are all very vivid. Everything looks real. Everything *feels* real." His last statement garnered a look from the other man that made him blush.

"But it is not. And if you will touch me, you will see the difference." Alexei stood immobile, watching and waiting for Fox to act. The only movement from him was the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest and the occasional sweep of his thick, sable eyelashes.

After long minutes of silent debate, Fox inched forward, reaching out when he was near enough to touch the other man's shoulder. The material felt real enough, but Fox's doubts were far from relieved.

Alexei remained still, allowing the other man to continue his cautious exploration. His lids dropped over his eyes as gentle fingers found his cheek, and he couldn't fight the urge to turn his face into the touch, softly nuzzling Fox's palm.

Fox's breath caught in his throat at the sensations aroused by such a simple touch. All at once, the need for more was overwhelming, and he moved closer, irresistibly drawn to the body he'd come to know so well in his dreams. Both men trembled at the contact, and Fox leaned in, tenderly brushing the other's mouth with his own. The faint moan snapped him out of the sensual haze he'd become immersed in, and he backed away, staring wide-eyed into oceans of shimmering green.

"Do you believe now that I am real?" Alexei breathed softly.

"Yes," Fox croaked. "But...how do you know my dreams? I don't...don't understand..."

Alexei looked up at the sky. "The hour grows late. You do not want to miss dinner with your friend."

"How...how do you know that I am having dinner with someone?"

"If I may, I will come to you tonight and explain everything. You have no class tomorrow, and we will be able to talk all night if it is your wish."

Fox blinked, shocked by the man's seemingly extensive knowledge of him. The intellectual part of his brain told him that it wasn't so sure he should be doing this and that he should be very cautious, but the emotional part screamed loudly that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he pushed this man away.

"Y-yes," he stuttered softly. "I think that may be a good idea."

Alexei smiled and bowed from the waist. "Until tonight, then."

Fox nodded but continued to stare, unable to take his eyes away, still harboring the fear that this vision before him would evaporate into a cloud of nothing.

"I *will* come to you," Alexei reassured him. "When you are ready, summon me."

Fox frowned in confusion. "How do I do that?"

"Simply call my name. Do you remember it?"

As if he would ever forget.

"Alexei."

Alexei shuddered as the sound of his name on his beloved's lips rippled over his nerves. "Yes, lord," he whispered. "Call to me and I will be at your side instantly." He began to back away. "Now...Dana awaits you."

Fox nodded and reluctantly turned away. He walked a few yards and turned back for another look, but the other man was gone. His heart began to thud painfully in his chest, but he spoke softly and calmly to himself, and his pulse slowed.

"It is not a dream. His eyes...the taste of his lips...it was real. *He* is real. Mysterious and strange, but very real."

He rushed home, anxious to tell Dana of his eventful afternoon, and the first thing he noticed when he arrived was that Jade did not meet him at the door as he had every day for the last few weeks.

"Jade?" Fox dropped his books down and wandered the house, calling the cat's name. As he came back into the main room, he noticed Dana standing in the doorway.

"Looking for your cat?"

"Yes. Have you seen him?"

"No, I haven't."

"He meets me at the door every day, but I can't find him anywhere."

"Don't be so concerned, Fox. He's a cat. Cats like to prowl. He'll be back soon."

"I know, but I sometimes think about Jeffrey. He threatened Jade once..."

"Fox, that cat is a dozen times smarter than *Jeffrey*. He's fine. He's probably just found something that's caught his interest."

Fox nodded, smiling. "You're right, of course."

"Well, *that* was easy." Dana's eyes narrowed. "And I can't remember the last time I saw you smiling. What have you been up to?"

"Nothing, I just...Dana, I saw him today."

Dana entered the house and sat down. "*Him*...oh! Him! Fox....tell me you spoke to him."

"I spoke to him."

She tossed her head back and shouted, "Thank you! And?"

Fox cast his gaze toward the floor. "We're going to meet and talk tonight."

Dana's eyes lit up. "Where?"

"Here."

"Well, why didn't you say so sooner?" She jumped to her feet and began to move to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't want to be here when he arrives...much as I'd love to get a look at him."

"No, no. He'll come after we're through with dinner."

"But how will he know..."

Fox shook his head. "I'd tell you if I knew."

"All right...well, let's eat. I know how anxious you must be to uh...talk with him."

Fox bowed his head to hide the furious blush he felt creep into his cheeks. "Dana..."

"I know, I know. But I never *claimed* to be a lady. Now come, let's eat."

Dana hurried Fox through dinner in record time, then with a joyful hug and a wish for a wonderful night, she made her exit, leaving him alone.

He bathed and changed, and finally as night fell, he gathered up the courage to call to the one who had passed from his dreams to reality.

"Alexei," he called only once, feeling terribly foolish. But he'd been so sincere that given time enough, Fox would have believed anything he said. Now he stood here in the middle of the floor, eyes closed, waiting.

//For what? Do you really believe...//

"I am here."

The soft voice startled him, and he spun on his heel to find Alexei, looking exactly as he did in his first dream. Fox's lips parted as if to speak, but no sound would come from them.

"I know there is much you do not understand, but I am here to answer your questions to the best of my ability."

Fox found his voice, and his words came out in a rush. "How did you...where..."

"*How* is not very simple to explain. I am not quite like you. I possess abilities that you do not. I can...appear and disappear at will. Move from place to place in an instant..."

"You are telling me that you're a wizard?"

"Of sorts."

Fox shook his head in utter confusion.

"This is very difficult, only in that it sounds so fantastic. But I swear to you, every word I speak is truth. I...I come from a race not unlike your own. We are alike in many more ways than we are different. Only these special abilities separate us."

Fox studied him for long seconds, unable to detect any deception. He didn't know if he was more relieved or frightened. "What are you?"

"Genie."

And all at once his apprehension turned to amusement. "And you live in a bottle..."

"Those are old wives tales, passed down through the generations. The only true part of those stories is that as punishment for serious transgressions, some genies are condemned to serve a human master for as long as our king deems necessary for proper penance."

"Your king...you live under a monarchy?"

There was hesitation in Alexei's voice as he answered. "Yes. We do."

Fox watched his expression closely as he spoke. "You....you really are not lying, are you?"

"No. I am not."

"But...what...what do you want with *me*? I'm no one..."

Alexei's eyes raised to his. "There you are wrong. You are *my* king. Absolute ruler of my heart and soul."

"How can you say that? I've done nothing to warrant such devotion."

Another smile flitted across the other man's face. "And there you have but one of hundreds of reasons why I adore you. Your humility is astounding. You are kind, intelligent, generous, patient...would you like me to continue?"

Fox shook his head and lowered his eyes.

"There is one more thing that I *must* add." Alexei approached, stopping when their bodies were just barely touching. "The first day I saw you, your beauty awed me. Today, I say that you are infinitely more beautiful than you were one month ago. And if you will allow it, I will spend every day from now until eternity as your obedient servant."

"Servant?"

"Yes, lord."

Fox shook his head. "No....no, I don't want a servant." He rattled on before he could realize what he was saying. "I want...I want a companion. Someone to talk to, someone who will listen...a friend. I want..." he cut himself off in mid-ramble, and looked away.

Alexei touched his arm, sending tingles up and down its length. "What is it that you want, lord?"

Fox chewed on his lower lip for what seemed like an eternity, then looked up into the other's eyes. "A lover."

A look of pure joy washed over Alexei's face. "This is what you wish of me?"

"Yes," Fox rasped, unable to believe that he had said it but unwilling to take it back. "More than I wish to breathe."

They came together slowly, embracing, kissing and tasting...sharing breath. They kissed endlessly, neither man wanting to relinquish the sweetness he'd found. But when Fox became vaguely aware of a change in his surroundings, he pulled away from Alexei's mouth, staring in mute shock at the very room he'd often dreamed about.

"Is it just the way you dreamed?" the other man asked hopefully.

"Yes, but...how did you..."

Alexei gave him an indulgent smile. "Anything you desire, my treasure. Anything you have ever dreamed of...I can give it to you."

Fox looked around taking in the elegance, then his eyes fell back to the man before him. "There is only one thing I truly desire."

"Name it."

He searched the other's eyes for a moment, then answered.

"You."

Alexei's heart swelled. "I am yours, lord. Body and soul."

Fox lifted a hand to his face, tracing the line of his jaw with the tips of his fingers. They wandered over his mouth, making it tremble at the feather touch. "You really aren't a dream."

Alexei shook his head, momentarily incapable of speech.

Not breaking eye contact until the last possible second, Fox leaned forward, bestowing a single, soft kiss on the other man's lips. He hesitated for a moment, then deposited another kiss as tender as the first. He drew back and brought his hands to Alexei's chest, skimming his palms over the silken material of his robes. Slowly, he worked at the fastenings until the material hung loosely, baring Alexei's chest to his gentle touch. He listened to the labored breaths and frowned.

"Are you all right?"

Alexei laughed softly through his sensual agony. "I am fine. It is only that you arouse me so."

"I've barely touched you."

"Yes, but...your touch...it is like fire. It consumes me."

As he spoke, Fox busied himself, stroking and kissing his chest. Alexei's eyes closed and a long sigh escaped past his lips as the other man pushed the material away from his shoulders and down his arms, letting the garment drop to the floor. He stood trembling, attempting to control his breathing, and tried to give Fox all the time he wanted to explore.

Fox kissed one bronzed shoulder and moved slowly to Alexei's side, then behind, his fingers and mouth traveling the contours of his back, learning its length and breadth, committing to memory the scent and texture of his skin. As he continued to kiss and nibble at his lover's back and shoulders, Fox's hands wandered over his sides to his chest, caressing the warm flesh.

Alexei tilted his head back and to the side, offering Fox his mouth, which the other man took without hesitation. His hands lightly covered those on his chest, and they moved together, flowing down over his ribs then back up, teasing his hardened nipples for a moment. Then slowly, he guided his lover's hands back down, pressing them against the solid bulge in his pants. His mouth fell open as Fox took things from there, teasing him to greater hardness.

Fox took advantage of his lover's parted lips and swooped in, probing the smooth interior of his mouth. One hand came up to Alexei's head and pulled the turban away, allowing his hair to tumble free. His fingers combed through the long silk, then finally wrapped themselves in the strands, holding the other man's head still as he continued to feed on his mouth. Alexei's increasingly excited moans vibrated in his own mouth, and he unconsciously ground his hips against the other man's rear.

Alexei broke from the kiss, panting as though he'd been running for miles. "Oh, my love...please...I beg you..." he continued to gasp as Fox trapped his body between his hands and hips, "...take me..."

Fox froze, suddenly reminded of his inexperience. Alexei turned in his arms, writhing against him.

"Please, do not tease me. I need you so."

Fox opened his mouth to speak, swallowed down the lump that had begun to form, then tried again. "I don't...Alexei, I've never..."

"It is all right." Alexei lay his head on Fox's shoulder and stroked his back soothingly. "Follow your instincts. They have done very well by you so far."

"Are you sure?"

The other man lifted his head and stared into Fox's eyes. "Look at me," he whispered in a strained tone, then rubbed against him. "Feel me. *You* have done this to me. I am *very* sure."

Fox stared for a moment, lost in the turbulent sea of green, then his hands journeyed down to his lover's pants, undoing and pushing them down. When Alexei stood before him completely naked and gloriously erect, he began to shed his own clothing, letting the articles fall to the floor beside the others.

Alexei reached out, tentatively caressing the golden-brown hairs scattered across his chest. "Truly, my jewel, you are more beautiful than anything in heaven or on earth."

Fox shook his head and lowered his eyes.

Alexei moved forward and slid his fingers through Fox's shoulder-length hair. "So regal," he murmured between steadying breaths, "yet so humble. How I do adore you."

Fox raised his eyes and again met Alexei's gaze. He grasped the other man's hands and brought them up to his lips, pressing a tender kiss into each palm. He released them and laid a soft kiss on his lover's mouth, then his chin. Very slowly, he sank down to his knees, kissing and licking every inch of the way. Alexei sucked in a harsh breath as he cautiously nuzzled the rigid shaft that bobbed so invitingly in front of his face. He hesitated, gathering his courage, then opened his mouth and took the head in. Alexei's head fell back, and he moaned his pleasure, fueling Fox's confidence. He grasped the shaft at the base, taking a little more into his mouth. His tongue slid along the underside, then circled the flared head, prompting a choking sob from the object of his attention.

"Please," Alexei begged, "oh, please..."

Fox pulled away, licking the lingering taste of his lover from his lips. He rose to his feet and kissed the other man, backing him to the bed.

Needing no prompting, Alexei let himself fall back onto the mattress, assuming a wanton sprawl. His eyes glittered up at his lover through half-mast lids. Shallow breaths moved past his parted lips, and he moistened them with a pink flash of tongue.

Fox watched the other man writhe amongst the pillows, silently inviting him to take what he was offering. He drew two deep breaths, then lowered himself to his lover's body, feeling how perfectly they fit together. Alexei's arms came around him and one long leg draped itself over his hip. As they thrust and squirmed against each other, trying to get closer, Fox felt a coiling begin in the pit of his stomach, one that all inexperience aside, he knew was the onset of orgasm. He pulled away quickly, panting through clenched teeth.

Alexei stroked his temple, murmuring soothing words. "I understand, love." He gently pulled Fox back down to him. "Easy. Do not move. Just lie still, and we will let it subside." His other hand rubbed the length of Fox's back as the other's breathing steadied. "Very good. That is much better. We will just lie here until you tell me you are ready..."

Fox lay passively in his lover's arms for a while, soaking in the warmth of his tender caresses, then he began to move slowly, beginning with tiny kisses scattered over Alexei's neck and shoulders. The other man smiled, combing his fingers through the thick length of golden-brown hair. A tiny shiver passed through him as Fox's soft voice trembled in his ear.

"Alexei...I want so much to please you. Please....show me."

Alexei's fingers closed around the silken strands, and he pulled Fox's head up so that their eyes could meet. "With the greatest pleasure, my lord."

One hand fluttered to the side, then came back and worked its way between their bodies. It encircled Fox's straining erection and began to stroke its length.

Fox's eyes dropped shut at the feel of the slick coolness that enveloped him, then snapped open when all too soon, it was gone. He watched Alexei shift beneath him, then again grasp his glistening shaft. He bit down on his lower lip as the other man worked the head between the muscular cheeks of his bottom, and positioned it at the tight entrance. Alexei rocked slowly, giving encouragement.

"Gently, love...push." He pulled Fox down to him, noting his hesitation. He stroked his back and planted loving kisses in his hair, providing needed comfort. "You will not harm me. Only earth shattering pleasure awaits us, lord. I promise you."

Slowly Fox entered him, whimpering almost inaudibly with every tiny push.

"Yes, beautiful Fox. Oh, yes..." Alexei thrust against him, giving gentle assistance. "We are almost there, love. Just a bit more..."

Fox clenched his teeth until his jaw ached, trying to hold himself together. Thankfully, with only one more push, he was finally, fully embedded in his lover. He rested his head on Alexei's shoulder, gasping heavily.

"You feel...so good, my Fox...as I knew you would. Rest, love. We are in no hurry."

Fox clung to his lover, overwhelmed by the riot of sensations ricocheting through his body. He shook violently, and Alexei raised a hand to his back, quietly soothing him until the trembling abated.

"There, now," he cooed, gently contracting his muscles, trapping Fox inside of him. "Is that good?"

"Ohhh, yes....so good. So..." Unaware of what he was doing, Fox began to move slowly, fraction by fraction, pushing and pulling.

Alexei arched his back, whimpering with joy as Fox became aware of his movements and began to thrust with more confidence, lengthening his strokes.

Fox found his lover's mouth and fed hungrily, letting the moment sweep him away. Nothing in his life could ever compare to this heaven he'd found...the earth-shaking pleasure that one exquisitely beautiful, green-eyed man gave to him. He increased the strength of his thrusts, reveling in the impassioned cries of his lover, and again felt the tightening of his own body. Just as he was about to slow down, Alexei's hand grasped one of his own, lowering it between them. Both hands wrapped around the throbbing length of muscle pressed between their bodies and began to milk it gently.

"Take...take us to the heavens...my love," Alexei pleaded breathlessly and removed his hand, sliding it up and around Fox's back to join the other.

Never taking his eyes from his lover's, Fox increased the pace of his hand and hips, awkwardly at first, then with more finesse as he found his rhythm.

Alexei matched him breath for breath as he thrust forcefully now, feeling his release building to the point of no return. As the explosion came, his head pressed back into the pillows, and he released a thunderous roar, shaking everything within the immediate vicinity.

The sounds of his lover's pleasure and the feel of his muscles clenching around him sent Fox over the edge. Only a few more hard thrusts and his cries of satisfaction joined Alexei's. Exhausted and completely drained, he fell limply into the other man's arms, gasping for breath.

Long moments went by as the two lay clinging wordlessly to each other, then Alexei shifted, allowing Fox to pull his hand from between them. As Fox did so, he simultaneously disengaged himself, breaking their connection. Both men moaned at the loss, and Alexei encouraged him to settle back on top of his chest. "Magic," he whispered, stroking the damp, golden-brown head.

Fox lay silently, too weak to move or speak, lulled by the strong, steady heartbeat beneath his cheek. Before he could gather enough strength to speak, he was asleep.

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 The insistent knocking at the door roused Fox from sleep. He buried his face into the pillows and moaned, not wanting to leave his beautiful world. But the blasted knocking would not stop, and his eyes opened.

The first thing he noticed was that he was back in his own bed, in his own house. The second thing he noticed was that he was alone in that bed. He sat up quickly, glancing around.

Had it really been all a dream after all?

He thought back to the night before.

The scent of his lover. The satiny feel of his skin...the sound of his passionate moans...

It couldn't have been a dream, it couldn't have been.

But where was he?

Fox slipped out of bed and hastily dressed himself, then made his way toward the door.

Dana looked up into her friend's face, noting the heavy eyelids and tousled hair.

"Where you still in bed?"

"Y-yes..."

"Do you know what time it is?"

"No."

"It's after one. Fox, are you all right? Are you ill?"

"No..." Fox turned and walked back toward the center of the house, looking around.

"Then what?" Dana followed his searching gaze. "What are you looking for?"

"Jade. I haven't seen him."

"Since yesterday?"

Fox nodded.

"Well, if you're just waking up, you don't know that he hasn't been here this morning..."

"That's true."

"Now...let's get back to why you're still in bed at this hour. You say you're not sick."

"I'm not."

A faint smile crossed her lips. "Late night?"

Fox spun to stare at her. "What do you mean?"

"You said he was coming here last night. Did he?"

"I told you that?"

"*Yes*. You don't remember?"

"Yes, I remember, but..."

"But what? Fox, you're acting very strangely."

"I'm sorry...it's just that...I wasn't altogether sure that I wasn't dreaming."

"You told me...now did he show up here, or not?"

Fox moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Yes...he did. I don't..." he looked around the room. "..I don't know where he is..."

One red eyebrow arched. "He stayed the night?"

A slight blush colored his cheeks. "I thought he had."

"You....*thought*."

"Yes, I...I don't know why he would leave without even waking me."

"Maybe there's someplace he needed to be. He'll come back."

Fox looked around once more, then nodded.

"So..." her eyes sparkled. "Was it wonderful?"

Fox closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, but said nothing.

"I'll just assume that meant yes."

More silence.

"I've been curious. How did he know when to come?"

"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you."

"Try it and see."

"I...I shouldn't. Maybe after we talk some more."

"Can you at least tell me his name?"

"Alexei."

Dana smiled. "Nice. Well, Fox, *Alexei* will return. Now...it's a lovely day. How about a walk?"

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