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Chapter 11

          Juleus was silent for several seconds as he continued to stare at the nude male before him. He didn't think much more on the matter before making a decision which included him grasping Tristtan between his arms and placing a hard bruising kiss on the younger man's lips. When those lips parted, he thrust his tongue inside to taste what the archer had to offer. He found the slight hint of lemon coupled with the sweet recesses. And soon realized that Tristtan was a fantastic kisser. The boy responded to him ardently thrusting his fingers into Juleus' unbound silver hair and grinding his nude body against the Commander's, seemingly unmindful of his abrasive armor. Lowering his hands, Juleus cupped Tristtan's firm buttocks and squeezed. He soon lifted him before striding the short distance to his desk, he set the naked youth upon it; and without breaking their kiss -- began to remove his armor. However, it seemed Tristtan had other matters in mind when he suddenly pulled away from him.
          Tristtan promptly broke the kiss and licked his lips which had suddenly gone dry. He glanced up at Juleus with those glistening lips parted and his breathing slightly elevated. He prayed he managed to keep the disgusted expression off his face. Kissing Juleus was nothing like kissing Luceus, and the fact that he knew the Commander was not Luceus quite literally put a bad taste in his mouth. It had nothing to do with Juleus' physical appearance for he was quite handsome, but Tristtan simply wasn't attracted to him.
          "First things first, tell me what happened to Luceus."
          There was a slight grin on Juleus' handsome face. "I don't recall accepting your offer."
          "But you were just --" Tristtan cut himself off when he realized there was a very good reason he never liked this guy.
          Juleus grasped Tristtan's chin gently and tilted his head upward to level their gazes.   "Do you expect me to believe that you're willing to prostitute yourself simply to find your precious General?"
          Tristtan purported his best puzzled expression. "I thought we could make a deal, are you certain you're not interested?" He lay back upon Juleus' paper cluttered desk with his legs spread, giving the Commander an unobstructed view of his private parts and then some.   A part of him was screaming inside, aghast that he was doing this, but if his parents wouldn't give him the answers he sought, then he had to seek them elsewhere. Juleus would not have been his first pick, but given what he already seemed to know about Luceus' disappearance, he was Tristtan's best bet. He felt when the man's gloved hands slid down his bare torso and struggled not to tense against his touch.
          "As far as whores go, you're not my type." The words that came out of Juleus' mouth did not exactly match his actions as he found that he couldn't pass up the opportunity to fondle the Stanhope heir. His gloved hand encompassed the younger man's semi-hard penis before stroking it from shaft to tip.
          In order to ignore what Juleus was doing to his body, Tristtan attempted to switch the focus back to the Commander. He stared boldly at the bulge between Juleus thighs. "Your body seems to think otherwise."
          "Would I like to bury my cock into you? I don't think any red-blooded man wouldn't." Juleus gazed at him wistfully. "But you're toxic, Tristtan Stanhope."
          Tristtan quickly pulled away from him and flipped off the desk on the opposite side. He faced off against the Commander when he realized this tactic had well and truly failed. "Is there nothing you want?"
          "Hmm..." Juleus pretended to ponder the situation by tapping his chin. "Could you assist me with climbing the social ladder? Maybe one day taking your father's place on the council?" Under normal circumstances it would have been quite strange to be having a regular conversation with a naked man in his office, but this situation was far from normal. Juleus knew he couldn't give Tristtan any information on Luceus no matter what, but he was wanted to see just how far the younger High Elf would be willing to go for his beloved General.
          "I've never had any influence over my parents, and that certainly won't change now," Tristtan replied truthfully.
          "You're striking out, Tristtan." Juleus crossed both arms over his chest.
          Tristtan unfortunately had to agree with him, therefore he tried another approach. "I know you and Luceus didn't get off to a good start, but..." He paused and took a deep breath. "If there is anything good in you, or if there is any camaraderie left between peers in the Federation, then please -- tell me where to find Luceus."
          "First you wished to know his fate, now you want me to tell you where he is." Juleus shook his head at him. "Must I do everything for you?"
          "Just tell me one thing, please -- anything," Tristtan pleaded.
          "You beg so prettily." Juleus quickly closed the distance between them before cupping Tristtan's chin with his fingers. "And now I know just how low you will stoop to get what you want. But I will tell you this only once, Tristtan. I have no information to give, therefore -- you will leave here with nothing from me."
          Tristtan quickly yanked himself away from Juleus' grasp before kneeling to retrieve his discarded clothing hidden beneath the Commander's desk. His intent was to get dressed and then leave with his head held high, regardless of the fact that he'd failed Luceus. He needed to come up with another plan and quickly. As he prepared to pull on his pants he was suddenly yanked toward Juleus, his clothing once more falling to the ground in the process. The man now had a firm grip on his arm as he glared at Tristtan with unabated desire in his piercing icy gaze.
          "You don't inflame my passion and then just walk away." Juleus used his upper body strength to lift Tristtan and slam him onto the center of the desk. Realizing the blow had knocked the wind from the younger man, Juleus used this opportunity to place himself between the boy's legs and quickly freed his own cock from it's constraints. He flipped off his right glove before stroking his turgid member between his long, slender fingers in preparation. He eyed the exposed pink asshole that was soon to be plundered by his dripping wet cock. "I'll admit your body is made for whoring. Perhaps that is what Luceus found so fascinating about you, and Ulrikk too for that matter."
          Tristtan had been partially dazed when he'd been slammed against the desk but soon felt lucidity return to him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? You turned me down!"
          "And did you think I would just allow you to leave without taking what you'd offered me on a silver platter? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You should have known better than that."
          "You had your chance to have me. But since you failed to agree to my terms then you'd best let me up or I promise, you'll regret this!" Tristtan's blue eyes flashed with the promise of violence.
          "Are you threatening me?" There was a humorous hint in Juleus voice that spoke to the fact that he though the concept was asinine. "Unfortunately Tristtan, you'll soon learn that when you play with fire -- you get burned."
          Tristtan's eyes widened when he felt the insistent pressure of Juleus' cock nudging against his exposed ass. He realized the man still intended to take him and would do so unless Tristtan acted fast! He'd noticed a paper weight on the desk earlier and was grateful it was within striking distance. After grasping the square object with his right hand, he quickly slammed it against Juleus' temple. The man instantly went limp above him.
          Tristtan was breathing hard as he feared he may have struck him too hard, what if Juleus was now dead? He quickly slid out from under the dead weight of Juleus' body and quickly checked the man's pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a steady beat.
          Jumping off the desk, Tristtan retrieved his clothing and dressed quickly before proceeding to make his escape through the window. He knew when Juleus awoke there would be hell to pay, and Tristtan didn't want to be around when that happened. He realized how foolish he'd been for coming to the man in the first place when it was obvious he would have no desire to help Luceus whatsoever. Once his booted feet hit the city streets, he moved quickly to place some distance between himself and the office building. If anyone had seen him leaving -- no alarm had been sounded. He now realized how very close he'd come to being raped by a man who had once been sent on a mission by his parents to rescue him. The irony was not surprising. He knew he'd have to stay away from Juleus in the future, for he wouldn't put it past the man to seek revenge. Tristtan was once again back to square one, but he'd be damned if he'd give up on Luceus now. The General had not given up on him and had eventually saved him from Ulrikk's slimy grasp and Tristtan would return the favor even if it was the last thing he did.
OOO
          Lucas knew Saeylas was not at home. He vaguely remembered the boy saying goodbye to him after he'd helped him with his dinner in the early evening. He'd fallen into a deep sleep afterward which seemed to be how he spent most of his time. But since his body was still recovering, sleeping most of the day was actually something he needed. The house was pitch black and eerily quiet as if not even Clovon was at home. He could not even see the thin line of light from underneath the door that would indicate a lamp was lit in the next room. He just had this feeling that wherever they were, it somehow had something to do with him.
          Saeylas would tell him nothing of what he and Clovon had spoken about that morning. Was Clovon somehow using Lucas' presence here against Saeylas? If that were the case then Lucas felt doubly awful about it. When next he saw them he was going to convince them to take him to Allemantheia. Even if the effort was in vain, he didn't think the High Elven city dwellers would toss him out on his ear. And that way he'd be out of their hair and Saeylas wouldn't have to make sacrifices for him.
          He sighed when he realized he had to go to the bathroom and still had difficulties doing so himself. His problematic motor skills was something easily cured by a skilled healer. But even if he somehow gained access to one he doubted his memory loss would be curable in that fashion. Even without knowledge of his elusive past, he knew he was not someone who enjoyed waiting. For not knowing what Clovon and Saeylas were up to was going to make for a very difficult night.
OOO
          The thick smoke that hung like a grey cloud in the bar burned Saeylas' eyes but he focused on maintaining his performance. He was currently the center of attention as he stood upon one of the tables in a local bar wearing nothing but a g-stringed loin cloth as he danced to the beat of the live musicians upon the stage. The bar was packed with at least three dozen people, mostly men. Clovon had wasted no time in booking this gig once Saeylas had given his admission. He'd done this once before and the results had been somewhat horrific. He was hopeful this night would not be a repeat performance, for someone's life was on the line. Once this routine was complete, Clovon would take the names of the men who were interested and then they would retire above stairs to one of the private rooms. Of course the bar owner would take his share of the profits, but if enough men were interested in Saeylas then Clovon would still receive a pretty penny.
          "You know, if he had boobs I'd of mistaken him for a girl," One of the patrons chuckled as he spoke to his friend.
          Saeylas felt the color rise in his face knowing that perhaps Clovon had been going for that effect. His hair was unbound and flowed smooth and glossy to his upper back. The hint of cosmetics including lip gloss graced his face and to top it all off, much to Saeylas' humiliation -- he was wearing women's stilettos heels. They were transparent like glass but made for a more dramatic show when he grinded his body upon the table to the beat. His step-father had trained him with tips to turn these men on. Therefore, as he swung his hips in a slow sensuous fashion, he'd also move his hands over his body as if he were about to perform a solo sex act. At times, he'd spread his legs wide in a crouch before smoothing his hands down his calves to his ankles then repeating the process.
          Tilt your hair back, let them see the pulse beating at your throat.
          As Saeylas went over Clovon's tips in his mind, he then performed the deed. Flipping his hair to the right, he stroked his fingers from his chin down the expanse of his pale neck. Then he swept the purple-tinged tresses up with both hands, while moving his hips to the sultry beat. The room was warm, yet Saeylas managed not to sweat under the intense scrutiny.
          Stick a finger in your mouth, suck on it.
          Saeylas placed his right index finger in his mouth and sucked it in to the knuckle. He twirled it around within his mouth while continuously swaying his hips.
          Grind your ass on the floor, like you're sitting on a cock and enjoying it.
          After removing the finger from his lips, Saeylas dropped slowly to his knees, his legs spread wide, he began to gyrate in sexual motions upon the table. He heard several sharp intakes of breath and knew that very soon he may be performing this with an actual person. The thought should have spiraled him into self-pity. But he refused to feel sorry for himself; Lucas' life was on the line.
          When the music ended and his performance was complete, Saeylas realized that now came the hard part. He was escorted upstairs by one of the bar attendants while Clovon dealt with the potential clients below. Saeylas glanced around the room he had been brought to, other than a small bed and a side table with a lamp, the room was empty. There was a rest room that connected to it which Saeylas knew he'd have to make use of between clients.
          His mother had always dreamed big for him, believing that one day he could be a successful healer and even work for the Valkyon Federation. Little did she know that he really would amount to nothing more than a whore, not as long as he remained with Clovon. Saeylas squeezed his eyes shut as he imagined her beautiful face, he hoped she was in a better place now. Because her life with Clovon had been a living hell.
          It didn't take long before the door swung open revealing his first client. It was an Amani male who was built like a brick. The man wore a large cod piece over his snake skin attire, which indicated he was hiding a gigantic private part. He noticed the sneer on the man's ebony face and wondered what he had already done wrong.
          "Why aren't you naked yet?"
          Saeylas prepared to step out of the heels when the Amani stopped him.
          "Leave those on, just get rid of the shorts."
          Saeylas nodded his understanding and quickly pulled the loin cloth off before stepping carefully out of them so they didn't catch on the tip of his heels. He tossed them aside and paused to remove the dildo that had been embedded in his ass during his entire performance. Clovon knew he would be servicing multiple partners, therefore in order to prevent serious injury, he'd opted to prepare Saeylas' body. It had been very uncomfortable and invasive at first to have the object inside him for well over an hour. However, he knew that it would help him in the long run and did not protest. The warming oils he had been lubricated with would also make for easier penetration.
          "I am Saeylas, what shall I call you?" There was a smile on his face although he was already recalling the last time he did this. Clovon had forced him into it, and he'd been taken by one particularly harsh client that had fucked him so brutally, his thighs had been stained with his blood. And that had occurred even with the proper preparation. Therefore, Saeylas knew that no matter how equipped his body was for these types of activities, avoiding injuries was never guaranteed. Of course when that man had thrust his bloody cock in Saeylas' face expecting to be sucked clean, he'd responded in kind by biting the tip of his cock. He had drawn blood and was promptly beaten by the man before the patrons below heard the commotion and came to put a stop to it. Of course Clovon left the tavern without a dime that night and realized that Saeylas was not cut out for this life. However, it seems as if Clovon had only been waiting for the right opportunity to lull him into this lifestyle once more.
          "How about you call me the cock, because I full well intend to refer to you as boy cunt." There was a vicious smirk on the Amani's face. He moved further into the room and began to remove his clothing.
          The smile on Saeylas' face faded as he nodded his understanding. "I am at your service."
          "Good, then come and service the cock!" The man pulled his pants off in one fell swoop, revealing the turgid ridge of flesh the gods had blessed him with.
          Saeylas came forward and promptly obeyed. He eyed the man's cock and surmised it had to be close to fourteen inches before dropping to his knees. Although the penis was extremely long it wasn't as thick as other's Saeylas had encountered, which meant he wouldn't struggle with getting his lips around it. He encompassed it between both hands, using his slender fingers to pump both the shaft and the tip simultaneously. His pale fingers made a startling contrast to the charcoal blackness of the penis.   He soon began to lick the head and tasted something he had no business tasting. He'd already wrapped his mind around what he had to do here, so now -- it was time to deliver.
Saeylas continued to stroke the shaft with his right hand, while he covered the tip with his mouth. The cock throbbed against his inner cheeks like a piece of living marble. He soon began to deep throat him as his lips spread further down the shaft taking in inch by slow inch. As Saeylas bobbed his head in a rhythmic rocking motion, he realized he must have been doing something right when the male above him began to moan. He glanced up briefly to witness the expression of utter euphoria on the Amani's face before continuing. Perhaps if the man spent himself this way, he would be one less person Saeylas would have to service with his ass. He knew these sessions were timed, and as soon as time was up there would be a knock on the door, followed by one of the attendants entering to take 'the cock' away. Saeylas would then be given a brief interlude to wash up in preparation for the next customer.
          "You have a good mouth boy cunt, but now it's time to enjoy what I really came here for!" The Amani pulled the High Elf to his feet before tossing him onto the bed. He saw the stunned, flushed expression on the boy's cheeks before ordering him to turn onto his stomach. He grinned when the pale youth promptly obeyed giving him a bird's eyes view of a tiny pink asshole that was just ripe for the plundering. "The cock wouldn't mind having you every single day," The man chuckled.
          Saeylas' bottom lip trembled as he prayed the rest of his body was not shaking. He knew this night would be unpleasant no matter what, but faced with the reality of servicing multiple partners in one evening left him well and truly terrified.   As one of the Amani's claws gripped his shoulder, the other was stationed on his left hip. He braced himself for penetration, but it didn't come. Instead he felt wet lips trailing kisses along his nape where his hair had fallen away to reveal skin. Well, apparently the cock had a tender side.   When the Amani began to lick him, Saeylas idly wondered if he was going to fuck him or have him for dinner.
          "Sweet, boy cunt," The Amani muttered between kisses.
          Saeylas' mind began to wander as a complete stranger held him in an intimate embrace while giving him a tongue bath. He wondered what Lucas was doing right now, realizing the man wouldn't even know where they'd gone. He hoped his patient slept through the whole thing and come morning by the time Saeylas had showered away the nights' debaucheries, he'd present himself to Lucas and begin his daily process. If that didn't work out as planned and if Lucas questioned where he'd been, Saeylas honestly wasn't certain how he'd reply. His father had pegged him right, he really liked Lucas. Although he knew it was silly to feel this way about him given how short a time they'd known each other. Was it possible he would have felt this way about any man who's driving force was not to get into his pants? Saeylas couldn't be sure, but his thoughts were soon brought back to the present when his client drove his long cock all the way into him.
          Saeylas winced in pain as the swiftness of the penetration both surprised and quite literally stung him. He managed to control his vocal chords and didn't cry out in pain. The man gave him no pause to acclimate himself to the foreign cock now inside him, he began to pump against him almost immediately. Saeylas' hands twisted in the bed sheets as he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the pain to go away. He realized this only amplified it as he felt tears prick his eyes. This was only the first of many this night, he had to get it together.
          The Amani male rammed into the High Elven youth with wild abandon. He'd heard of such illegal venues that allowed you to fuck even the most gorgeous of youths for a price but had yet to come upon any, until now. He couldn't imagine his luck that he'd gotten access to such a lovely boy, with those gorgeous blue eyes of his and luscious pink lips. And the hot ass he was currently fucking that contracted around his shaft with the most exquisite sensations would soon see him to fulfillment.
          "See, I was right -- boy cunt was the perfect name for you." The Amani growled as his large, hairless balls flopped back and forth with each thrust. He eventually noticed that the boy was bruising against his tight grip and it turned him on even more. The High Elves were normally a dignified race, even the poor ones. And it thrilled the Amani to no end, to be able to fuck and bruise this one to his hearts' desire. He enjoyed the sight of the youth's bountiful hair rocking back and forth with each of his rigid thrusts. If this boy would continuously be on the menu at this bar, then he would find himself a regular client.
          Saeylas gritted his teeth as the fucking seemed never-ending. He did find himself imagining what it would feel like if Lucas were the one doing this to him. He was quite certain he'd enjoy it far better, but soon realized that his thoughts only proved how truly depraved he was. Lucas was far from being ready for such activities, and Saeylas doubted if the man was even interested in him like that. And there was the time he'd mentioned the mysterious Tristtan, and Saeylas was still dying to know just who he was.
          When the Amani male began to grunt and moan uncontrollably, it wasn't long before Saeylas felt copious amounts of semen being jettisoned within him. As soon as the man had spilled his final drop, there was a knock on the door. Saeylas managed not to breathe an outward sigh of relief. The man placed what was a surprisingly gentle kiss against Saeylas' nape before pulling out of him with a wet squelching sound. Saeylas turned around and glanced at him, his own breathing slightly elevated due to the Amani's exertions upon him.
          "I'll be certain to purchase your services in the future, sweet boy cunt." The Amani winked at the naked youth before moving to retrieve his clothes.
          Saeylas cupped his ass as he watched the man dress, realizing the semen he'd purposefully left within Saeylas' body would stain the sheets otherwise. He carefully left the bed, intent on running to the washroom as soon as the man was gone.
          "Until next time," The Amani, now fully dressed blew Saeylas a kiss before leaving the room.
          Saeylas knew his time was short before the next client would be sent up, so he immediately entered the washroom where he found the tools necessary to clean his body of the Amani's leavings. There was also extra lubrication essentials to re-oil his body after he rinsed away the previous application. He paused to look at himself in the mirror and realized he didn't even recognize the person that stared back at him anymore. Just who was he? Was he really this man that would offer his body to anyone to get what he wanted? He'd convinced himself this was for Lucas' sake. But how could he subject himself to these horrors if perhaps what Clovon thought of him didn't have an inkling of truth? Was he really bred to be a whore?
          As Saeylas stood in the tub with the tiny hose rinsing the Amani's semen out of his body, it trickled down his legs -- damning proof of what he'd allowed to happen to him. Perhaps his efforts would save Lucas, but it was possible he was also damning himself for his future. Saeylas had just finished drying off when he heard a knock on the outer door. He left the washroom, ready to present himself once more. When two, identical human males entered, he began to get a sinking feeling.
          "Greetings, I am Saeylas. How may I be of service?" Although he'd plastered a smile on his face, he only hoped he'd kept the lackluster feeling out of his tone.
          The first male walked forward while stroking the bulge between his legs. "My brother and I have never had a man before, you'll be our first."
          "I'm honored," Saeylas didn't realize how good he was at lying until that very day.
          "We'd been told we can do anything with you." The other brother unzipped his pants and was soon fondling a semi-hard penis within his grip.
          "Within reason." Saeylas new that servicing two men at once always presented a plethora of problems.
          "Yes, you'll find that we're very reasonable," The first twin stated as he began to remove his clothing. He glanced the boy up and down finding his nude, slender body to his liking. And the high heels the icing on the cake. He found it fascinating that he'd be able to experience various sexual positions with one so lovely.
          Saeylas' breathing increased as he suspected he was in for a world of trouble and after the next twenty minutes had elapsed, he realized just how right he'd been.
          Several hours later as night was just beginning to turn to dawn, Clovon prepared to leave the bar with Saeylas in tow. The boy had been so exhausted after his final client that he'd fallen asleep. Clovon had proceeded to cover Saeylas' body with his grey cloak, hiding from view all the tell-tale signs of sexual over-indulgence. He then carried him the short distance down the stairs and out the bar, before placing the weary boy in the back of the mule cart then beginning the short trek back to the farm. The sun would be up in a few hours and he supposed Saeylas had made him enough money that night to be relieved of his chores the following day. He had serviced a total of a dozen clients that evening and his body had been put through the ringer. But at least it had been a very successful night, coin wise. Clovon would have a well-stocked supply of liquor for weeks to come. And just maybe he'd consider keeping the injured Lucas around. For if he could manipulate Saeylas through his patient, then there would be no stopping him.
OOO
          "We need to dig deeper, I feel we're missing something." The first day of the Stanhope investigation had passed and Sarrion already felt as if they were beating their heads against the wall. It was early morning as the group met to go over their findings of the previous day. The human lawyer stalked the large conference room within Lektus' temporary headquarters. A breakfast consisting mostly of pastries, fruits and coffee was available upon the conference table which was surrounded by tall, high-backed rolling chairs.
          "Other than the fact that these two people know something they aren't telling?" Brie leaned against one of the marble walls with one stiletto heel propped up against it.
          "But they are smart people, it doesn't seem right that they'd make a mistake like this. If something terrible has befallen Luceus, it's possible that wasn't their intention," Rosalinda stated.
          "And there's no established motive besides the fact that the Stanhope's didn't feel Luceus was good enough for their son," Traviis spoke up.
          Sarrion stroked his chin before his eyes lit up indicating he'd just gotten an idea. "What if that does have something to do with it? Family ties." Sarrion noted the confused expressions around the room and decided to elaborate. "What if this feud dates back further than Luceus' involvement with Tristtan?"
          "What are you getting at?" Brie wanted to know. She moved off her perch against the wall and strode towards the Federation lawyer.
          "We've been researching the Stanhope's to no end and it's ridiculous how squeaky clean they are. Either they're really good at covering up their secrets, or we're looking at the wrong set of people," Sarrion began. "We'd been covering all our ground including performing background checks on all family members of the people involved in the case, including Winstone and Stella Magelus."
          "You looked into my parents? Why?" Lycineus wanted to know.
          "It was only as a routine check-up, but what Traviis mentioned gave me an idea," Sarrion began. "What if there was a more complicated motive that we're missing because we're not looking at the right people? I'd recalled reading a few interesting tidbits as I looked over your parents' files, especially Winstone's." There had not been much information on Stella, but most were aware that Luceus' mother had died in battle approximately one year after Lycineus was born.
          "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were going to put my deceased father on trial," Lycineus muttered.
          "Hardly," Sarrion said with a half grin. "But anyways, did you know that Winstone spent quite a bit of time in Allemantheia about twenty-three years ago." Sarrion was almost certain he didn't because Lycineus would have been very young at the time.
          "Why would that be interesting?" Brie asked somewhat impatiently.
          "Consider the fact that he was in the same city of the very people we are now investigating."
          Brie placed both hands on her hips as she stared at Sarrion. "Get to the point spiky, because I'm not good at guessing where you're going."
          Sarrion ignored her nick-name for him which he knew had to do with the way he wore his hair. He did take her suggestion to heart and began his explanation. "Well, back then -- Generals were nominated not solely based on accomplishments and merit, but by Federation delegator votes as well."
          "Are you suggesting that Winstone Magelus met the Stanhope's then and some how acquired their aid in that process?" Lektus spoke up for the first time from his seated position at the head of the table. He could have given Sarrion time to finish elaborating, but like Brie, his directness demanded that they know where the lawyer was coming from post haste.
          "I know it's grasping at straws and there is absolutely nothing to indicate that they even knew each other." Sarrion sighed before running a hand through his platinum blond spiky hair.
          "But what if they did know the late General, and on a personal level. Is there anything to indicate that either of the Stanhope's would be unfaithful to the other?" Lektus asked.
          Rosalinda glanced across the room at Traviis and saw the hesitation in his eyes. He had confided in her about his affair with Laeyla, and it was the last piece they needed to this puzzle. "You have to tell them."
          All eyes in the room turned to Rosalinda before moving to Traviis.
          "Tell us what?" Sarrion wanted to know.
          Traviis pressed his lips together as he prepared to betray an unspoken trust between him and Tristtan's mother. "The last time I was in Allemantheia I -- developed a relationship with Laeyla."
          "A sexual relationship," Sarrion surmised. "Why didn't you tell us this before?"
          "It didn't seem important," Traviis insisted.
          "On the contrary, it is," Lektus began before rising to his feet. "It indicates that all is not well within their marriage and opens a plethora of possibilities."
          "Like what?" Brie had to admit she liked the Castanic Prime Minister, he was smart and handsome to boot. Too bad he was happily married. "Are you suggesting that Laeyla may have had an affair with Winstone all those years ago."
          Lektus nodded, "But it had to be more than that. I would have gone so far as to suggest Tristtan was not Lord Stanhope's son, but he has no Castanic features whatsoever."
          Rosalinda had to agree with him there. Luke possessed nascent horns that were much smaller than those on other Castanic's his age but were also damming proof of his mixed heritage.
          "Whoa, that would be like opening a whole new can of worms. Because if Tristtan were Luceus' half brother that would make their relationship incestuous." Traviis brushed his hair out of his face to make certain no one mistook his look of incredulity for anything else.
          Rosalinda suppressed a chuckle. "Thanks for pointing that out Traviis. But we're going to go with Tristtan is probably not Winstone's son."
          "Unfortunately, this is all just supposition," Lektus began. "The only people alive that know what may have happened all those years ago, are the Stanhope's themselves." He turned his direction to Traviis. "I imagine there was some trust between you two before you began your relationship with Lady Stanhope. Is there any way you can rekindle that to request her aid in this?"
          "Even if we were still on speaking terms, I doubt she's going to confess her guilt to me," Traviis replied.
          "Then maybe she'll be able to confess her husband's guilt. Because if he is destined for prison, she can divorce him and sleep with whoever the hell she wants," Brie stated matter-of-factly.
          "One would think she would have divorced him already, if that's what she wanted. There has to be a reason they stay together," Sarrion stated.
          "Besides the fact that they are a power couple?" Rosalinda began. "They managed to divert our entire rescue team for Tristtan to Velika because of the strings they pulled within the Federation. They are more powerful together than they are alone."
          "Then that settles it, our last hope to get the truth from them in any reasonable time, is through you, Traviis." Lektus gazed at the young man somberly. He didn't mean to place the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he knew the clock was ticking. Although he feared that at this point they may already be too late to save Luceus.
          Traviis nodded, "No pressure right?" There was a half smile on his face although he really shouldn't have been smiling at all in light of what had just been dumped on him. "I'll see what I can do." And he realized there was no time like the present. After saying his goodbyes he left the office -- his final destination, the Stanhope Manor. He only hoped that Laeyla was up for a visitor.
OOO
          Lucas hadn't slept much the previous night concerned over what was happening with Saeylas. He'd already decided what he would do when next he saw the boy and as the rays of sunlight filtered into the tiny room, he soon realized the Saeylas slept right next to him. He supposed that sometime in the night or perhaps the wee hours of the morning, the younger man had crept into the room. Lucas was happy to see him, but soon noticed that the cloak which covered him had fallen away revealing that the boy was perhaps naked underneath. However, it was the condition of the uncovered areas of his body that caught Lucas' attention.   There were bluish marks on Saeylas' fair skin, some in the form of finger prints. The tell-tale signs of rough handling during sex. As Lucas gazed closer, he noticed a mysterious caked, white substance that clung to the boy's skin and his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut as he realized the amount of dried semen he'd witnessed upon the exposed areas of Saeylas' body had certainly not come from only one individual.
          "What have you done?" The words left Lucas' lips before he could reel them in. He noted when Saeylas fidgeted in his sleep before his eyes slowly blinked open.
          "Lucas," Saeylas' smile soon died on his lips when he noticed the somber expression on the Castanic's still battered face. "Is something wrong?"
          "You tell me."
          Saeylas glanced down at his body and noted that his leg and arms were bare, revealing that he had not been given the opportunity to clean himself before being transported home. His final clients for the night had consisted of two rowdy Castanic men and another Amani. They'd practically bathed him in semen and now he understood why Lucas was looking at him in this fashion. However, he assumed the man would realize he'd had no other choice. "I thought you knew that -- this was the only way he'd let you stay."
          "Why would you think I'd want you to sacrifice yourself like that?" Lucas honestly couldn't understand what the boy had been thinking. "How many men were you with?" Even if it were only one, that would have been too many.
          "Several." Saeylas lowered his gaze realizing he had no reason to lie. He thought Lucas would be grateful for him, but now all he received was the man's pity.
          "Are you hurt?"
          Saeylas returned his gaze to him as there was no mistaking the concern in Lucas' voice. So, he did care. "Nothing too severe."
          "Saeylas, promise me you'll never do something like this again, not for me."
          At the pleading tone in Lucas' voice, Saeylas knew he could deny him nothing. "I promise." He then decided to change the subject. "How do you feel?"
          "The same."
          "I wish my healing magic was stronger. "
          "You've done more than enough, and I'll be forever in your debt," Lucas replied.
          Saeylas smiled, he was warmed by Lucas' words, so genuine. "Forever is a long time."
          There was a slight smile on Lucas' face in response. "It is."
          Saeylas glanced down at his filthy body once more and was brought back to reality. "I should go take a bath. I'll return with fresh water shortly to assist you with yours."
          Lucas nodded his understanding. "I'll need to speak to you and your father later. I have a plan."
          "What sort of plan?" Saeylas wanted to get clean as soon as possible so that Lucas would stop looking at him like that, but he was also very curious as to what the injured male had in mind.
          "If your father will allow me to travel to Allemantheia, then I'll become their problem and not yours."
          Saeylas understood where Lucas was coming from, but the thought of him leaving Saeylas here alone with Clovon once more left him feeling utterly bereft. He simply nodded, but said nothing before exiting the room.
          Lucas watched him go and had to wonder at the look of despair that had briefly crossed his face before it was gone.   He realized that Saeylas was in need of help just as much as he was. But the only way he'd be able to help them both was to learn of his past. And travelling to Allemantheia had to be the best way to do so. He wondered if there were people like this Saeylas in his previous life now missing to him. Did he inspire such compassion and loyalty from these people like he'd done with Saeylas? If so, then where the hell were they? Why did it seem like no one was searching for him?
OOO
          When Traviis was admitted into Laeyla's office, she realized she was less prepared now to speak to him as she was the previous day. He did appear as handsome as ever in his beige leather skins that were stretched across broad shoulders. Her eyes did glance at his hands briefly, recalling the wonderful things he'd done to her body on their single night together.   Her cheeks remained perfectly pale regardless of the raunchy thoughts that now filled her mind.
          Traviis had to admit it was great to be alone with Laeyla again, even if their meeting this time would not resemble that night in his guest bedroom when she'd shown him that she had as much stamina as someone half her age. He realized that since he'd been allowed this opportunity, he wouldn't waste it. And if Laeyla couldn't help him, then perhaps he would find out where Tristtan was hiding and seek his aid as well. "Is Tristtan around?"
          "Did you come to see me or Tristtan?" Laeyla crossed her arms over her chest as she regarded him calmly.
          "You of course."
          "As I've already stated, Tristtan is not here and it's not likely that he'll return anytime soon."
          "Did something happen between you two?"
          "I don't think that's the reason you came here, is it?" Laeyla pinned him with a direct stare.
          Traviis grinned, although he realized this would not be an easy conversation. "No it's not."
          "I shouldn't even be talking to you."
          "Then why did you let me in?" He wanted to know.
          "To let you know never to try this again. I did wonder how long it would take your legal team to send you in. Be warned that it is your word against mine. And if you decide to make it public what happened between us, I will deny it. And once we're clear of all charges you will look like an idiot and a liar."
          Traviis was taken aback by Laeyla's tone, not expecting her to be this vehement with him. "I have no intentions of making our affair public."
          "But clearly you've already told someone which is why you were sent here, alone," Laeyla correctly surmised. "As you once said to me, Traviis - it's well and truly over between us. And you will leave here knowing that my husband and I will fight this to the fullest, because we are innocent."
          "Innocent of what?" Traviis felt his anger slowly begin to rise. "Why do I get the feeling you're not above tossing off what happened to Luceus with some sort of loophole to feign innocence."
          "I've said all I have to say to you, Traviis. Now you need to leave." Laeyla pointed at the door.
          "Is there truly nothing left between us?" Traviis had to admit it hurt, although he had been telling himself since the last time he left Allemantheia that their break-up was for the best.
          "We made our beds, now we have to lie in them. Go!" She once again pointed towards the door. When he finally tore his gaze away from hers and turned to leave, she added one final statement. "And Traviis, never come here alone again -- not if you value your health."

A.N. Things are going to begin picking up again next chapter, I promise.
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