Lucian and his lovers were lying on cold, hard floor; talking animatedly; they did not seem to mind as their bodies accustomed to the cold surface, their thoughts drifted further and further away. Lucian was still feeling Liza's teeth on the head of his member, dazed by the dull pain, he would momentarily come back when one of the girls would kiss his neck; gently dissuading any pain from coming back; both of them could only imagine how he felt. Both women had adoration in their eyes and for some reason he felt at ease with both of them. Gazing longingly into each of their eyes he wondered what he did to deserve this amount of good luck. He proceeded to wonder what happened to him during those 3 years, but managed to bury his dark fears.
Unceremoniously peeling off from both women then kissing them both for few minutes he stood up grabbing both of them with ease and gently placing them on their feet. Even though they did not consummate their apparent feelings, he was more than happy to see that these two women were so happy. Past could wait as present was calling out to him.
Liza's eyes were full of compassion as she said, "I'm very sorry about doing that, I'm still very inexperienced. I hope I did not hurt you." Again she hid two of her arms.
He shook his head taking her in his embrace kissing her lips gently, gently holding her by her neck and spending few delicious minutes practicing their kisses. Finally releasing her and staring deep in her eyes, he said "Never mind that. Our second time will be a lot better."
Ericha smiled and took Liza's hand, "See, he's a real gentleman."
Both women shared a smile while they moved and hugged him for few moments, leaving Lucian to forget about his past and only focus on this moment. *Present-day is deliciously sweet.* He thought.
After several blissful moments that seem to end way too soon they peeled off as Ericha said, "We have other duties to attend to, but we will be back soon, make sure you are well rested."
Leaving him behind, she turned her luscious body and winked in his direction, taking Liza with her, finally leaving him anxiously waiting for their next meet up.
Taking few moments to tally the day he forgot the last time he thought of his home. Usually he would be interrupted by his rehab, practice with Liza or talking to Luca. Both people made his stay on an alien planet much more rational and bearable. He had moments of severe melancholy when he thought of various things, the way he lost 3 of his years. The worst thing was that he could not remember, no matter how hard he tried. It was one day; he was down on earth running a raid on tactically placed environmental boss, minding his own business, true, bunch of aliens bent on apparent galactic enslavement waltzed in and took him and bunch of his people into slave colonies and the next day he was on board of a transport flying his way through the stars. Sure, there was the little thing about aliens appearing from the skies, apparently kidnaping him, but hey, at least he met aliens.
*See, silver lining already found." Again he thought.
His parents' haven't seen or heard from him in three years, he wondered, Lucian desperately wanted to know if they kept the hope alive, if they thought he was somewhere out there. Or have they written him off. Three or four days of mourning before business as usual. He snarled. Sudden burst of anger as he threw a white-green pad at the wall with all his might.
"Damn them!" Exclaiming he caught himself in an unusual burst of dark emotions.
Suddenly he felt embarrassed; how long has it been since he threw a temper tantrum. Not since primary school. Hopping that no one had seen him during one of his low points. Suddenly he felt an unusual wave of tiredness wash over him, he was now desperately searching for anywhere to lie down before he passed out.
Moving toward the bed he had one of his moments thanking everyone that he could remember. Slowly the anger drained him of energy. Again, while attempting to sleep he thought of home. While he was angry that his family might have moved on, he was now thinking what if they were enslaved, like he was. He thought of his mom, dad, brother and sister. What did happen to them? Are they safe?
Previous ecstatic atmosphere was pushed away, slowly replaced by the grim and sobering reality. He clutched his pillow, tears formed on his face praying that his family was safe.
*
As he woke from his sleep he noticed that the day had already started its drift toward evening, throwing a look at the clock he noticed that he slept an entire day away. Stretching his arms and knowingly enjoying the fresh new round of energy that was coursing through his body he managed to make few wise conclusions.
The day before he was too tired to notice how his lovers were behaving and hoped that it was not some sort of tired mirage. No man should be this lucky. Lucian noticed his body odor and moved with pep in his step through his room and into the bathroom.
After his much needed shower, he noticed that he did not meet with either Ericha or Liza. Strangely he missed them immensely and felt a profound emptiness in his soul. Like they were permanently gone. But that would be ridiculous. Right?
Turning off the shower, grabbing a towel from nearby rack he managed not to run to the door and out of the room screaming for their names, pausing in front of the bathroom mirror and saying, "They should be fine."
Managing to calm himself by saying those words, *what the fuck was that? Panic attack?* he slowly thought.
Uncharacteristic round of emotions for people that he knew only for few weeks. It was weird, as nauseating panic soon ebbed, knowing what he felt; he was embarrassed that he would feel this way, people back home would sneer at his strange display of worry and emotions for girls he met just moments before. Sure there was 'love' but for most people back on earth, especially men in mid-20's, as he knew few souls that romped the night away and never dealt with a woman again, leaving her for another round of morally deplorable fucking. At least in his mind's eye.
His parents did give him great guidance about how to treat women. With kindness and respect. He never felt sorry about himself when women used him to get back at those kinds of men, sure, there was not a single iota of sex involved as he thought that was their spiteful attack at all the men that wrong them. He understood the finer nuances about dating, treat them as you wanted to be treated; he chuckled that a man almost 2000 years knew how to treat human beings, and yet with all of our modern tech we couldn't even spare an emotion for those in need.
Oh how his friends would sneer if they saw him, and his love for these wonderful women. He smiled at his image, thanking his doting parents for great guidance. Again pausing to let hope wash away, they should be fine.
Staring into the mirror he evaluated himself for the first time in few days. It was not a narcissistic view of someone's body, but that of awe and mystery. Only few weeks ago he saw his degraded image and crumbled down, almost lost his mind while Ericha took steps to ensure that his mind would remain intact. His grotesque scars healed in record time with excessive help from futuristic medicine, but still he could feel them under his skin. He voiced few concerns with Liza and his doctor, but they firmly stated that it was to be expected as his mind needed time to overcome the trauma of what he saw.
"Lucian?" He heard voice of Luca Prom calling out for him behind closed doors of the bathroom.
"In here." Lucian answered.
Opening the doors and drying his hair he said, "Sorry I desperately needed a shower, slept all day."
"I need to have a chat with you, please." Examiner Luca started grimly making Lucian's heart leap few beats in fear of what's about to be presented to him.
Lucian slowly sat on his bed looking straight at Luca's eyes. "Sure, what's up?!"
"How do you feel?!" Luca's voice was even.