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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Completely revised and reedited as of 22/02/2008,
voice your opinions and criticisms at will.
-Cam

At first meal, Isis sat down to the
table with her bowl next to her pretend mate. Ali’shir stared at her a moment,
flicking his glance from her bowl to her face until she was so irritated, she turned to asked him what his problem was.
                        “Where is mine?” he
asked.
            She pointed just over his shoulder
to the meal queue, “Right there.”
                        “You are supposed to
serve me, Isis.”
                        “There is nothing wrong
with your legs, Ali’shir.”
“You are my mate and you are supposed to care
enough to get me a meal if you are the first in line,” he growled standing.
“So where is my bowl?” she said looking up at him.
“You were here first. Why didn’t you care enough to get in the line and bring
me a bowl?”
“Because it’s a female’s task.”
Isis laughed and returned to her meal, “Now
you are definitely getting your own
bowl,”
Ali’shir kicked the chair away from the table with a growl,
“Nuisance,”
“Asshole,”
            Gi
approached as Ali’shir moved to the queue, juggling six bowls in her dainty
ivory hands. Isis took a few, helping her set
the table. She was about to ask the female who all these bowls belonged to when
Heron entered. In his arms he held their baby son, Sagar,
and orbiting around him were their twin daughters, Cara and Meade. Their eldest
son, Ur’van, followed not too far behind, mimicking
his father’s confident stride. They all looked yautja, especially the eldest
son who even had his father’s colouring but the girls were a creamy ivory and
their quills were short and similar to their mother’s long hair, giving the
appearance of fine fuzz. Isis looked at the
female at her side unbelieving the slim and petite creature could be the
biological mother to one let alone four children.
                        “It was almost
impossible to get big when I was pregnant,” Gi said. “They are so hungry when
they’re small. I’ve heard tale of females like us almost starving to death
because they absorb so much from your body. I ate twice my body weight almost
everyday,”
                        “Passing that baby’s
head must have been painful,” Isis winced
looking at Sagar. His head was bigger than a human baby’s and crowned with
raised points.
                        “The actual birth
doesn’t hurt at all,” Gi explained. “I’m usually out by then and it certainly
doesn’t proceed in the ‘traditional’ way.
It’s the moments leading up that are really painful. You’ll see what I
mean soon enough,”
                        “The hell I will,” Isis muttered under her breath, taking a seat.
            After almost tripping over Cara
weaving between his legs, Heron barked at them to be still a moment but they
ignored him. Seeing their mother they all broke from his side and hurled
themselves at her, knocking her against the table.
Gi struggled to
hug them all and stay on her feet.
            Isis
watched with arms crossed and head shaking in disbelief as they swarmed her.
“And this is what you wish for me,” she asked.
                        “Of course,” Gi beamed happily.
            Gi took her son from Heron, who
looked absolutely exhausted. They shared a caress, rubbing their cheeks against
on another. The moment was so tender Isis
found herself smiling at them as they embraced. He was so relieved to see her
and she him. They were a beautiful match, a perfect union.
                        “Perhaps you should ask
Gi what a mate is supposed to do.”
            Ali’shir glared as he tossed his
bowl onto the table and took the seat next to her.
            Isis
smiled to mask her irritation, easing into the seat next to him, “Perhaps you
should drop it,”
                        “I hope you two love as much as you
fight.” Ny’ima said joining the table. Her black locks where gathered at the
side of her head, showing off her bare shoulders and daring one piece dress.
She was the fashion plate of the small group of females, which amused Isis considering Gi was a dressmaker.
                        “I’m sure they get along
just fine,” Gi offered settling Sagar into her lap. She fed him carefully as she
recalled her own trials with Heron at first. “I was afraid of everything and
every body, I wondered if they would hate me because I was different and we’d
argue because of it. Things got better when I realised Heron had chosen me and
I wanted him and that was all that mattered. It helped that he always made me
feel special,”
            Ny’ima cuddled against her mate,
“Ka’jal makes me feel special as well.”
                        “It is hard not too,” he
said proudly brushing her locks back. “Have you seen her body?” Ka’jal pulled
her closer and buried his face into her crook of her neck. Ny’ima giggled and
told him to stop because there were pups at the table.
                        “I know what you mean
Ka’jal. I have trouble keeping my hands off my Ka’rema too.”
Ali’shir was stunned, “I am impressed, Say’der. You learned her name,”
Say’der recovered easily, pulling his slender female closer, “I was a
fool to ever forget it,” Ka’rema giggled and held him back, purring into his
neck.

            Isis and Ali’shir shared a groan of
disgust as he started to move the female to sit on his lap. Their argument from
the night previous totally forgotten, Ka'rema let his hands brush all over her
body, his mouth as well. Heron growled at the canoodling couple as he fought to
turn the eyes of his son away. He hoped a change of subject would calm things.
“Tell us Ali’shir, how you and Isis became mated. What drew you do her?”
            Ali’shir coughed, nearly choking on
his food and looked at the human. She was uncomfortable with the question too,
looking down at her plate and aimlessly stirring her food.
                        “I would not know where
to start,” he said.
                        “Come now, tell us
something.” Heron persisted.
            Ali’shir looked at the expectant
eyes all around him and growled the first thing that came to his mind, “Her
mouth.”
Isis looked up, her eyes wide with surprise
he had been looking at her at all.
“What about it?” Ka’jal asked, eager to hear
something scintillating.
                        “She cannot shut it,
even under the penalty of death.” He laughed.
            The table was deafly silent then,
everyone exchanging worried glances. A mate never said something so mean to his
female, at least not publicly. Everyone started to feel sorry for the human.
She had to be humiliated by his remark, she had to be sad, she had to be…laughing?
                        “I wouldn’t have to talk
so much if you’d listen every now and again,” Isis
said, chuckling.
                        “I do not think my ears
can bear it.”
                        “I don’t think your ears
work.”
                        “Well we all know your
mouth is not broken.”
            Everyone watched dumbfounded as they
went back and forth, carrying the argument but without any real anger. It
almost seemed like they did this for enjoyment, each laughing after the other
slung a well placed insult. Their laughter carried over and soon the rest of
the table was cackling as well. The table was the noisiest in the hall until
Ali’shir and Isis realised that others were
watching and this was not how they were supposed to act.
                        “You two are so strange,
but very entertaining.” Ny’ima said wiping a tear from her eye. She had been
laughing harder than anyone.
                        “It works for them,” Gi
said smiling. She liked Isis and she liked the
fact Ali’shir had befriended her mate, so she would see the positive with them
even if they couldn’t. “Look how happy they are.”
            Isis and Ali’shir looked at one
another and then away. Happy would not be the word to describe what they felt
but it was not far from it. Neither one would admit it but they got a certain
joy out of poking fun at one another.
            Just then the ship’s guards entered
the hall and behind them the Elders. Everyone stood, a display of respect as
the most honourable and decorated among them took their seats on the dais at
the front of the hall. Kai and Joi’en entered among them and instantly Isis could see a change in Ali’shir.
His breathing hitched as she came into view. She wore a soft petal
pink gown that stretched tightly against her plentiful curves; her heavy
breasts almost fell out of the scandalous neckline that danced with her every
step. Kai slowed her gait and gave a knowing wink to Ali’shir before curling
her arm around Joi’en. She lewdly licked at the Elder’s neck and jaw and smiled
as Ali’shir fumbled to take up his bowl and drink.
                        “Excuse me,” Ali’shir
grit, knocking against Isis as he made his way
to the exit.
            Ny’ima was amazed at his rudeness,
“What is wrong with him?”
                        “Who knows?” Isis shrugged.
                        “You should. You are his
mate,” Gi countered.
                        “But I am not psychic,”
            Gi returned to feeding her son,
“Maybe he is not the only one who will not listen,”
                        “Maybe,” Isis admitted. The male hardly spoke more than a few
words to her in a given day and those were insults. She doubted if he did say
anything of substance that she would have heard it.

            Heron and Ka’jal
left sometime after Ali’shir did, nipping their mates’ farewell as they hurried
to be on time to their posts. The table started to lull into a comfortable
rhythm as Gi made sure her children ate, Say’der and
his female resumed rubbing against one another and Ny’ima and Isis talked. The
two discussed her odd clothing, shirt and cargo bottoms, until Isis felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, she saw Kai and
slowly moved to stand and bow. It was customary to greet an Elder like this and
it was only because it was customary that Isis
did.
                        “At ease human,” Kai
said, taking Ali’shir’s empty seat. “I came to congratulate you. Your
exhibition with Mara was…memorable,”
                        “Thank you,” Isis said, struggling not to push Kai away when she
touched her muscled arm.
                        “I envy you.” The Elder began,
“I wish I could fight like that but my body doesn’t have those male-like
qualities you have.” Isis’ smile fell as the
female’s coolly delivered swipe registered. Kai continued to stroke her arm as
she spoke, “I suppose it is for the best. My mate is going to be the Lead Elder
someday and I know he would not allow me to damage my body or face. The Lead
Elder’s mate should not look so unkempt as you are.”
                        “Just as well, I’m quite
sure those would get in your way, Elder.” Isis
said pointing at her chest. “Then again, if you swing them a little more, they
could double for a weapon. They are huge.”
            A giggling snort made Kai turn with
a hiss. Ny’ima’s hand clapped over her mouth but it
was too late. A loud bark of laughter echoed in the hall and like a house of
cards, everyone at the table fell into chorus with her, laughing and hiding
their faces if they could.
            Gi took Isis’
hand pulling her to stand, “Well, Elder, it was nice to see you again. We would
love to stay but Isis and I have much work to
do,”
            Isis
went with her, helping her carry her children but keeping a careful eye on Kai
who positively stewed in her seat.
As the females entered the lift, Gi shook her head. She didn’t have to
say a word, Isis knew what she did wasn’t wise
but it could not be helped.
            “You better learn
to,” she said.
            “She can’t beat me,”
“You would
be surprised. Looks are deceiving, Isis.”

          Isis heard the suite door hiss open and
jumped. Picking up her discarded clothes she darted under the bed. From the
vantage point she saw the bedroom door slowly open. She breathed a sigh of
relief when clawed indigo feet dug into the carpet. She rolled from under the
bed and continued to undress, not even acknowledging Ali’shir who watched on
with curiosity as she dusted herself off.
                        “Who are you hiding
from?”
                        “Gi. She’s inhuman…well,
not normal,” she said, realising the term was useless. Gi was a Vae, a pointy
eared and sharp toothed albino, of course she wasn’t human.
            Isis
briefly explained the chores they spent the day doing but Ali’shir was
completely unsympathetic, “Why not tell her no. You say it often enough to me,”
            “Because if I told
her to back off, I think she’d cry and then I’d feel horrible.”
            “We would not want
that,” he tsked, with mock sadness.
Isis paused, “What is that supposed to
mean?”
            “It means you
obviously do not feel horrible about threatening a Council Elder,”
She rolled her eyes, “I didn’t threaten her. I just told her that her
huge tits would make her a shitty fighter,”
Ali’shir tried to hide his smirk, reminding himself this was serious.
Fortunately her comment was just as amusing to Tu’shar and the rest of council
when Joi’en confronted him about it. It was probably their only saving grace,
but he doubted they would get too many more. Joi’en would see to that.
“You can not
say things like that to a female who is above you, Isis. When will you learn
your place?”
She scowled at him, “Learn my place?” he nodded and she turned her
back to him again, kicking off her pants. “I will not sit by while she insults
me. Besides someone needs to knock that bitch down a peg or two.”
Isis slid out of her bra and bottoms and
Ali’shir’s masked face followed her as she strut with head held high past him.
He was lost in the subtle flex of her muscles when the door closed behind her.
Hearing running water, he realised he had been dismissed. She undressed in
front of him and walked out of the room like he was not there, slamming the
door on him after getting the last word.
No, this will not stand.
Isis screamed as the bathroom door flew open
with a loud clap. Ali’shir ripped open the shower stall door and Isis fought with him to close it, pulling at the handle
until her hands turned red.
            “What is wrong with
you?!” she screamed. “Can’t you wait?!”
Ali’shir forced the door back with a grunt, breaking it off its hinges
and ripping from her hands. He tossed it against the far wall and stretched his
arms in the open doorway, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
Isis looked past him to the completely shorn
hinges, fingering the jagged edges, “Great, the door is really broken. We
couldn’t reattach that if we wanted to,”
Ali’shir bared his teeth at her, “Be silent,” he snarled. Isis let her hand fall, propping it on her hip, leaning
in the door like him. “I get the last word here. I am in charge, not you,” he
said, “You will conduct yourself accordingly, giving respect to those above
you. You will not threaten anyone and at the day’s start, you will bring me my
meal.”
Isis tilted her head with a smile, “Are you
still sore you had to get your own food?”
            “Isis
do not laugh, this is not funny.”
            “I would never joke
about something so serious,” she said, turning continuing to bathe.
Ali’shir had to walk away to keep from turning her around and shaking
her. Her tone was irritatingly patronising, she thought this was a joke. She
thought he was a joke.
The shower turned off and he walked back, ready to end this
conversation. He was going to set her straight once and for all. He had an
exact idea of what he was going to say when she stepped from the shower,
casually sauntering round him as she moved to the sink. Her curly black hair,
usually kept in braids, fell over her shoulder like rumpled black silk, curling
against her wet skin. Her scent, heated and amplified by the water knotted his
stomach. Watching her bend over the counter, he could feel his control
slipping, his hand itching to raise to slide against
her wet flesh.
Ali’shir clasped his hand behind his back, “Are you not worried
walking around me like that?”
                        “Should I be?” she
asked.
            Yes.
His own thoughts surprised him at the moment. He had never been around her
long enough to appreciate her body and now that it was open and plainly in
front of him, he could not look away.
“Does everyone see you naked?” he asked.
“No, but it does make it hard to shower if I am
not,” Isis stopped and looked down, realising
she was naked. She had not even
thought about it until now. She felt no urge to cover herself or hide because
he definitely did not see her that way. Or did he?
She looked over her shoulder, “Am I making you
uncomfortable?”
                        “No,” he scoffed. “But
you could cover yourself when I am talking to you.”
                        “You could have waited
until I was finished to yell at me.”
            She turned her back to him again,
watching herself in the mirror as she braided her hair. Her arms up and around
her head bounced her breasts and Ali’shir’s gaze was fixed. His eyes trained on
the hard tips, watching them swing back and forth until he felt his stomach
pull taught.
“Just do as I say for once, human,” he grit, moving
to the door.
                        “Don’t worry. Tomorrow
I’ll protect you from that big bad serving queue.”
Ali’shir looked up to see her staring back at him through the mirror,
her eyes flashing with amusement. He saw a smile ghosting her full lips and it
made him tighten even more.
                        “And I will protect you
from Elder Kai’s fearsome tits,” he said, walking out.
Isis slid the door shut behind him, cursing
him and the female. She forbade him to say that name to her again and that
suited him just fine. Talking about Kai’s breasts, thinking about them wet as Isis’ skin, bouncing against him roused him.
Leaving the bathroom, he ripped the top cover off the bed and took
half the pillows, hiding his burgeoning erection. Tromping out to the living
space he spread out the linens on the oversized couch and lay down. Kicking off
his leg guards and sparring armour, he listened to her knock around inside the
room.
The effect her body had on him made him uneasy. When she stepped from
the shower, steam clinging to her tight body he had to stop his hand from
touching the faint scars that criss-crossed her naked back. Somewhere between
the desire to yolk her by the throat and scream at her, he wanted to fuck her. Hard.
Taking off his mask, he hoped the urge would pass. He made a promise
to protect his sister’s friend, not to take advantage of her and certainly not
to get tangled up in another relationship. He had his pride to think about.
Given half a chance, Isis, like Kaian had,
would probably make a fool of him too if he got too invested. Not that she is even interested, he told
himself, hearing her still curse at him through the wall.
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