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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)	By : Keen Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Completely revised and reedited as of 22/02/2008,
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-Cam

            It had been weeks since Ali’shir and
Isis came to Ge’tan. Weeks spent getting familiar with each other and their
surroundings. Weeks Isis spent simultaneously
trying to avoid Elder Kai and Gi, both for entirely different reasons and weeks
of incessant arguing between she and Ali’shir.
            Most of their arguments were nothing
more than the two venting frustrations. Ali’shir raging at Isis
because she was not making efforts to look the part, she raging at him because
she found the ‘efforts’ he wanted demeaning.
                        “It is not demeaning, it
is traditional. It helps us fit in,” he argued.
            Isis
laughed hard, he was naïve if he thought that. “You think that’s going to help us fit in?”
            The simple answer to that was
no. Every morning the mirror reminded
him how different he was. Isis looked different
too and no matter what they did, they would be judged solely on that. They
looked different and their closest friends, although Isis
was avoiding her at the moment, looked different as well.
                        “We’ll never fit in Ali,
so we might as well be comfortable.”
                        “My name is Ali’shir,” he grit. He knew she used the
nickname to irritate him but he would continue to correct her as long as she
said it. “And if maybe if you tried to take this seriously, you would find you
are wrong.”
            In what had become a nightly ritual,
he lay a dress next to her, the brown and tan garb looking severe as it was
ugly. Ali’shir wanted her to wear it, even going as far as to hide her present
clothes but to his dismay she always found them.
Isis flicked her eyes from the clothing to
him, her lips twisted to the side, “So I wear that awful dress-which I am still
convinced you found in a garbage chute rather than acquired- serve you food and
everything is going to be ok?”
            He nodded, “At the very least it
will appear that way,”
                        “Appearances aren’t
everything and that is damn sure the case with this dress,” Isis
said tossing it down.
                        “I am in no mood to
argue with you.”
                        “Then that makes two of
us,” she sighed falling back on the bed. “I am tired.”
            Ali’shir wondered aloud how hard her
day could have been. While he spent the day in travel, training his class in
obscene heat she spent it lounging, laughing and drinking with the other
females. “What do you have to
complain about?”
                        “I spent the day with
Gi, who is tiring in her own right, dodging questions about why I’m not
pregnant or when I will be. Usually in that order,”
            He turned immediately, panic in his
eyes. “Y-you mean you want to get pregnant?”
                        “Ali, you are dumb as
you are tall if you think that.”
            He gave a sigh of relief and returned to
lacing his amour round him. “So what is your complaint?”
            Isis
thought it was clear. She did not want to spend the day around the breeders and
their obsessive need to talk about breeding. She wanted to hunt again.
            Ali’shir vehemently shook his head,
“Out of the question. Elder Joi’en is looking for a reason to destroy me. I
will not give him one,”
            She crept closer, her tone
entreating, “If you wanted to, you could sneak me out.”
                        “If I wanted but I do not,” he said picking up the dress at her
feet. “Now get dressed.”
            Isis
fell back to sulk, crossing her arms, “I already am.”
            Ali’shir sighed. He had enough
discussion; it was time for an ultimatum. “Isis,
either you wear the dress or you do not go to last meal.”
                        “Then I won’t go,” she
said taking up her bag.
                        “Where are you going?”
he demanded, following her out into the hall.
                        “Don’t worry, it will be
somewhere where I can’t embarrass you.”

            Isis
ran up the staircase to the gymnasium rooms. There she sparred with the metal
dummy until her the skin over her knuckles peeled and bled. She sat on the
floor, wrapping her damaged hands when footsteps made her turn. It was Elder
Pavi. Her posture statuesque and dress elegant, the stately Lead Female was the
picture of serene grace but her reputation preceded her. Gi
said she was ten times as wrathful as Elder Kai and Isis
did not want to find out if it at all was true.
The woman scrambled to turn, her head to her knee, her hands on the
floor. Isis was surprised when the Lead
Elder’s mate asked her to rise.
                        “There
is no need to be so formal, there is no one here but us,” she said taking her
shoulder with a soft hand.
            Isis
stood and the Elder trilled. Her sweat stained face and messy hair said the
woman had been training hard for hours on end, “Why do you practice when Joi’en
has forbidden you from hunting?”
                        “I enjoy it,” she
replied. “And I’m certainly better at this than sewing or cooking. Especially cooking…”
            The Elder female laughed, having
already gotten wind of her comical bumbling in the kitchen from the dressmaker.
“She is looking for you,”
                        “I know,” Isis leaned forward and whispered her secret, “I’m trying
not to be found.”
            The Lead Female congratulated her on
her strategy, “Females only come here watch their sons and mate’s training or
meet their lovers, so you should be safe here.”
                        “And why are you here?”
Pavi turned so quick, Isis thought she had
insulted her. “May I ask, not saying that you are meetin-or-
I, I was just curious…”
            Pavi ignored her babbling and kicked
the staff in her hand into the air, catching it with one hand she twirled it
several times before staking the ground with it. Isis
was thoroughly and surprisingly impressed.
                        “I was like you once,”
the Elder began. “I was trained to fight. My dream was to be the first female
in the ship’s guard.”
                        “And what happened?”
                        “I met Tu’shar,” she
beamed. “Then my dreams changed.”
                        “Because he told you they did or you wanted them to.”
                        “Because they did,” she
said firmly. “I wanted a family and you can’t be a warrior and a mother. It is
just not done,” Pavi read Isis’ reaction and
made a guess, “Has this been a source of argument for you and Ali’shir?”
            Isis
raised her brows, “No, we argue about other
things,” she laughed.
                        “Ah,” she sighed. “Was
it an argument that kept you from last meal?” Isis
answered truthfully with a yes and Pavi sighed again. Taking the woman by her
arm, she led her out of the sparring hall into the grand atrium. “It is much
easier when you don’t love them, is it not?”
            Isis
spoke without thinking, “You don’t love Tu’shar?”
                        “On the contrary,” Pavi
said sombrely. “He is the only male I have ever loved.”
                        “You don’t sound happy
about it,”
                        “He does things that makes it difficult at times, but still I manage.
I am sure you know the feeling.”
            The woman couldn’t even hide her
contempt for her insinuation. “You’d be wrong,” she said quickly.
                        “You actions say
otherwise,” Pavi countered, looking at her bloody and taped hands. Isis tried to hide her battered knuckles but Pavi held
them tightly. For her age and size, she was incredibly strong.
                        “Go home and talk to
your mate, Isis.”
            Isis
shook her head. Ali’shir and she were not really a couple, there was nothing to
really work out. “There is nothing to
talk about, Elder.”
                        “I am not asking you. I
am telling you,” Pavi said firmly.
She believed the two needed to work on their relationship now because
they were destined to have trials later. If they were not strong enough by
then, they could never hope to survive it. “If it is bad enough, you will not
even be friends in the end and despite what you are feeling right now, you do not want that to happen.”
Isis wanted to tell the female she couldn’t
be any more wrong but Gi’s voice rung in her head
telling her it wasn’t wise to argue with her. She let the Lead Female walk her
to the lift and then said goodbye as it arrived.
            “Admit it,” Isis stepped inside and turned with a wry smile, “You
just wanted the gym all to yourself.”
“Perhaps,” Pavi shrugged her shoulders, “Or perhaps
I want the only other female who finds Elder Kaian as annoying as I do to stick
around,” she said with a wink.
            The doors closed and Isis’ smile fell. Soon she would reach the room and
Ali’shir would be there, glowering at her, upset that she chose to go hungry
instead of wearing that brown rag and waiting on him like he was a newborn. She
opened the suite door expecting to hear his voice bellow her name but there was
silence. The suite was empty and dark. He was nott
there and she was alone. Looking round the room she couldn’t help but think
about the Elder female’s words. Their constant arguing could drive a permanent
wedge between them and coming home to cold silence could become routine. And
oddly enough, the idea of it scared Isis.

            Isis
stretched and turned on her stomach. Despite the ache in her hands she slept
soundly and woke before the call for first meal. If she was lucky she could
slip in the dining hall and grab a snack before returning to the gym. Isis was starting to look forward to her day until she
rolled over.
            Moving the hair from her face, she
watched as Ali’shir bumbled around the room, naked and angry. He was looking
for his belt and destroying the neat order of the room as he searched.
“Have you tried to closet?” she asked sitting up.
“No.” he snapped, “Why can’t you just leave things
where I put them, Isis?”
                        “Because
we wouldn’t be able to see to the floor, Ali.”
                        “Ali’shir!” he roared, muttering nonsensical curses afterward.
Nonchalantly Isis got up, making her
bed before she walked to the closet. In a line, all the articles of clothing
Ali’shir swung out, threaded through one silver bar.
                        “You would always be
able to find your clothes if you put them away when you got in,” she said
rummaging through the rack.
                        “I am too tired to care
then,” he said raising the bed.
            Isis
yelled at him tot stop but it was too late. The neatly made bed was a heap of
pillows and covers again and it was all for nothing as she held the belt in her
hands. Seeing it, he dropped the piece of furniture and took it to wrap round
his waist, tucking his cloth under it.
                        “Your welcome?” she
said.
            He growled at her and she repeated
it again, hinting at the response she wanted. Ali’shir rolled his eyes and
hissed a ‘thank you’ through his clenched teeth, “You happy?”
                        “Very,” she nodded,
helping him dress.
            Ali’shir watched as she moved round
the room, slowly assembling his suit. He took each piece she handed her except
his netting. She slung the thermoregulating material over her shoulder and picked up
something else.
“You’re not going out on excursion today?” she
asked, handing him the light shin guards.
                        “Yes, but it will be
warm. I will not need it,”
            Isis
tsked audibly and started to slide the top over him
again, “It may be too warm,” she said pulling the netting over his muscled
arms. “A’rah would always insist we wore netting no matter what. It’s not like
its added weight so it doesn’t hurt if you have it.”
                        “I will not need it,” he
maintained.
Isis ignored him, trying to fix the ties
along the sides while he moved round in a circle to get away from her. “Leave
me be woman! I said I will not need it!”
            “But suppose you do?
Suppose you get there and it’s too hot. Then what will you do?”
            “Then I will burst
into flame and die, and I will thank Cen’tau with my
last breath that I will soon know peace,” he roared. “Leave me be!”
She did what he asked and laughed into her hand as he moved around the
room. He paused, demanding to know what was so funny and she motioned to his
body with a nod. Ali’shir looked at his arms and chest and roared. Somehow,
despite his protests, she had managed to ease the top on him.
            “Annoying nuisance,”
he said, angrily ripping the material off his shoulders.
            “Your mate worries
for you Ali’shir, let her.”
Isis turned to the door. Elder Fushel lazed
in the arch way, watching them as he nibbled on a naxa.
“Don’t you knock?!” she yelled, running naked to
the privacy of the bathroom.
            The Council Elder followed her with
his eyes and laughed to himself as she shut the door, “She is a strange one.”
            “The bane of my
existence,” Ali’shir muttered, fixing his mask into place. Finally dressed he
slung his combistick into his belt and turned to the Elder. As an honoured
member of council he had the right to enter any room he desired but Ali’shir
wondered why he chose his.
            “I will need
assistance for the event to honour our visiting Elders,” Fushel supplied.
            Ali’shir questioned where Joi’en was
in all this. As he understood from the council meeting, the Elder was supposed
to be his ‘help.’
                        “Elder Joi’en and I are
not agreeing at the moment and I do not trust him,”
                        “Why trust me?” Ali’shir
asked.
                        “I would like to think
we are cut from the same cloth,”
            In a way they were. Fushel was a
once a badblood as well but for an entirely different set of reasons. He had a
rage and lust that could not be controlled but Tu’shar stepped in. A daily
regiment of meditation and intense training helped put an end to it…at least
the rage part.
            Ali’shir nodded, “I will dismiss my
classes early today and help you.”
                        “Good,” Fushel said,
walking with him to the door. “Should you not tell her you are leaving?”
            Ali’shir looked back to the locked
door with confusion, “Why? She will come and see that I am not here. She will
know.”
                        “Is she still being
punished for speaking out of turn with Kaian?”
            Ali’shir walked away from him then,
tromping through the living space to the room. He did not want Kai to get word
that he so severely punished Isis, it would
mislead her into thinking he still cared about her and he did not. Or at least
he convinced himself so. Beating his fist on the door he told her he was
leaving.
                        “Then get the fuck out!”
she shouted back.
            Ali’shir balled his fists. He could
hear Fushel laughing at the door. How could Isis
be so ill behaved now, when there was a Council Elder present?
            At the door, Fushel greeted him with
a pat on the shoulder. “I am sorry. I did not realise,” he said pointing to the
couch, Ali’shir’s makeshift bed. “How long since she put you out?”
                        “A few days,”
            Fushel knew that to be a lie, a few
was far too little amount of time. He would have guessed a few weeks by the
absence of his scent in the master bedroom but he could not fault him. Fushel would
be reluctant to admit when one of his females put him out as well.
The Elder tried to offer some comfort, “Well, however long it has
been. She will forgive you soon enough.”
                        “I can only hope to get
even,” Ali’shir grumbled.
            He grew impatient with the sliding
door and forced it shut with a growl. He wasn’t angry so much as he was
embarrassed by Isis. She rudely left for the
bathroom without acknowledging a Council Member and hurled curses at him
knowing full well Fushel was within earshot. The cursing was nothing new but
the running away struck him as odd. She walked around him naked all the live
long day but today was the moment she decided to feign shame?
            Walking to the lift, the two males
were met by Heron and Say’der. The four of them began to board the brightly lit
compartment when Gi came running down the hall, waving her arms for Heron’s
attention. They held the doors as she neared,
                        “You forgot this,” she
said panting.
Fushel and Ali’shir exchanged glances as Heron took the thermal netting
and shrugged it over his shoulders.
                        “You always look after
me,” the male trilled, brushing his cheek against hers. He sent her off with a
pat on the ass, promising more of the same when he returned.
                        “And Ali’shir,” Gi said,
watching the doors close. “Tell Isis I could
use her help again today, if she has time. I knocked on the door but there was
no response,”
            Ali’shir gave silent thanks before
telling her Isis was awake and in the suite, “Keep knocking, I
am sure you will find her inside.”
            The doors slid shut and Ali’shir
rocked happily on his heels. Fushel took notice, “What have you done?” he
asked, noticing the wicked glint in his eyes.
                        “I got even,” he
replied.


                        “I don’t believe it,”
Ny’ima said falling back in her seat, her mouth agape.
            The entire hall watched as Tu’shar
stood with a willowy amber female. After the ceremony planned in the coming
days, she would be his second mate. The first of what would be many since the
council and Elders voted to allow multiple pairing.
            Isis
looked to Pavi who was seemingly out of place among the contented murmuring and
cheering. If anything, Pavi looked as if she had just been socked in the gut.
The woman guessed that this is what she meant by Tu’shar making it difficult to
love him. It seemed as if the Elder female was pained just to see him hold the
other female in his arms. Jessa, his new mate, did
not look to pleased either.
            Isis
could see she was batting back tears,           “How
sad,” she said softly.
            Say’der
laughed, “Why is it sad? If anything it is joyous news. Now I can have a female
for every day of the week!” he joked.
            Ka’rema didn’t think it was so
funny. She shot him a dirty look as she stood abruptly and walked away. Say’der
tried to play it off smoothly, but ran after her when she disappeared into the
hall.
            Gi felt like running away too. All
the males, including Heron seemed to like this idea and found it funny, instead
of troubling. Still she tried to look at the new law in a positive light.
“Well at least that means the children will grow up
with more people to love them,”
“Must you always be so damn naïve,” Ny’ima snapped.
Gi turned hung her head, obviously hurt, but the female was not done. “Now is not the time for your stupid
insights. So do us all a favour and shut up,”
            “How about you shut
up?” Isis said.
Ali’shir grabbed her arm, warning her not to make enemies here as well
but Isis pulled away from him. Ny’ima was
picking on someone who never tried to hurt anyone else. “Don’t try to pull her
down just because you’re feeling insecure.”
            Ny’ima could not believe her ears,
“So you agree with her?”
                        “Maybe,” Isis shrugged. “As long as nobody’s being forced into it,
I don’t see the problem.”
                        “Well then tell us Isis,
what would you do if another female said she wanted Ali’shir?”
                        “I’d make her put it in
writing,”
                        “I would ask for this
also,” Ali’shir nodded.
            The group broke into laughter,
breaking the tension but only for a moment. Their laughter was more nervous than
joyful. Forced. As time waned and conversation about
the decision continued and that tension, that uncertain ease, seeped back
hanging in the air around them like a nasty storm cloud. When it became
unbearable the couples left like the majority of the hall leaving Isis and Ali’shir alone at the table to drink what was
supposed to be the celebratory wine. They each took a giant glass of the stuff
and sat with legs on the table listening to the drummers and musicians.
                        Ali’shir pulled at the
cuff of her cargo pants, “Must you wear these all the time?”
                        “I spent the day cutting
fabric on my hands and knees. That ugly dress of yours wouldn’t have been
nearly as comfortable,”
            Ali’shir growled contentedly, “Gi
found you this morning?”
                        “Someone told her exactly
where to find me,”
                        “I could not imagine who
that would be,” he said taking the glass to his mouth for a long pull. He
chugged heavily, the pronounced knot in his throat bobbing as he nearly emptied
the cup. There was an argument coming and if Ali’shir could help it, he would
be so drunk he would not remember it later.
            Isis
put her legs on the ground, turning slightly towards him. “I bet you could if
you tried.”
                        “Perhaps that someone
didn’t understand why a female would embarrass her mate in front of a Council
Elder again.”
            To his surprise, Isis
lazed in the seat, nodding in agreement. “Alright, you made your point. Next
time, will you just tell me you’re pissed instead of sending Gi after me? That
was just low,”
                        “But effective,” he
said. “And do not pretend like you do not like her. I saw how angry Ny’ima’s
teasing made you.”
            Isis
could admit she had a soft spot for the female but even so, there was such a
thing as moderation. “Truce?” she asked raising her glass.
                        “Truce,” he nodded, clinking the mostly empty cup.
            Isis
surprised him again by reaching over to fill it and her own as well.

            When tables were cleared and the asegians no longer refilled their cups, the two walked to
their suite, awestruck by how silent the hall was. Usually sound carried
through the paper thin walls and moaning, growling and all manner of erotic
noise could be heard. But tonight it was deafly silent.
                        “Is everyone so afraid
of change?” Isis said, drunkenly stumbling to
press her ear against the wall.
                        “The females definitely
are,” Ali’shir hushed, encouraging her to lower her voice.
            His hint did not register, if
anything she only slowed her words, failing to whisper. “And
the males? They seem pretty quiet too.”
                        “They are afraid to
admit their true desires,” he said, forcibly taking her away from wall.
Ali’shir was sure they could hear her talking, just as she could hear
them not talking. Isis was not as gifted as he
was at masking inebriation. He walked with a slight stagger but no where nearly
as haphazard and graceless as she was. He was also far quieter.
            “I know what you
want,” she shouted.
Ali’shir rushed to cover her mouth, “Do you now?” he whispered,
furtively scanning the hall.
            She nodded and moved his hand from
her mouth, looking in his eyes, “Elder Big Tits.”
            With a grunt Ali’shir took a step
back, disarmed by her bluntness and Isis
almost fell, still trying to lean on a body that moved away. He caught her
before her head the touched the floor and then hefted her over his shoulder,
taking the final steps to their door. In truth the realisation only hit him now
that she forced him to think about it, “I do,” he said blinking.
            Ali’shir
managed to understand the woman despite her face lazily pressed against his back,
“It’s a fool that plays with fire,”
                        “Then
I am a fool no longer,” he said.
            He
could not end his desirous impulses toward Kai but he
could steel himself against acting on them. For his sanity’s sake he had to and
it was not only his life that depended on it. Ali’shir held Isis
head against him as eased through the door, not wanting her to strike her head
on the doorjamb. Inside the bedroom, he pulled the covers back with a free hand
and lay Isis in the bed, rolling her head to
face him so she would not accidentally smother herself in the pillow.
                        “Will
you add her to our glorious union?” she laughingly teased, mocking Tu’shar’s proud and long winded dinner speech. “She will be
yet another mouthy addition to your house.”
                        “I
believe I already have my hands quite full already,” he grunted.
            Isis opened her eyes and a shiver moved through her. He
leaned over her, his hand on her hip and the other on her cheek, gazing in her
eyes, cool and dark . His stare penetrated her entire
being and was only intensified by how close he was to her face.
            It
was purely accidental on his part. Talk of Kaian had aroused him but his look,
the absentminded rumble in his chest, still had the same effect. The insides of
her thighs grew tight and wet with need. The scent of it only made Ali’shir
purr louder, flipping an instinctual switch within him. Suddenly he became
quiet aware of the breasts under him, the warm and shapely body that pressed
against his. A body that could be his for the taking.
                        “Good
night, Ali’shir.”
            Isis closed her legs and turned on her side, away from
him and his hooded eyes. The movement snapped him back into present and he
quickly moved to his feet,
                        “Good
night, Isis.”

A/N: Again, thanks you guys for all the encouragement!
LovyDovy:
‘Lady-up,’ that reminds
me of my mum, lol. Isis
isn’t necessarily dirty she’s just a bit of a tomboy. Rough
and tumble, y’know. But don’t worry, she won’t always look that way.
DeathGodDist: Isis
assumed he was out of shape and weak but that is not the case, she wasn’t there
to see him beat up on the Elder. Looks are often deceiving, which is something
I toyed with on this one. As for the differences between Ali’shir and the
regular yautja, the physical aspects are mainly restricted
to his face which he hides behind a mask he wears in addition to the regular
‘face-plate.’ Isis hasn’t seen his face yet,
but she will in upcoming chapters so a complete description is coming up!
MuseofScrolls: My dear and wonderful Beta! *hugs*
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A Union of Convenience (Formerly ‘Alone’)