Across all Boundaries
Across all Boundaries Written by Leo_Todrius Commissioned by Tyrik
[July 18th, 2002] Evening settled across Athens, the sky flooded with a brilliant violet light that seemed almost ethereal as the setting sun draped golden light on the Acropolis and a few of the other ruins that dotted the vast city. Street lights were snapping on, glowing bright green from the midst of tree lined roads. Brighter orange lights came on around the historical sights, almost seeming like the spirits wandering the places of ancient legends... at least to Paul.
The ten year old stood at the window of his hotel room, one of his hands pressed on the glass. His vibrant green eyes gazed up the rocky hillside to the Acropolis above. His free hand moved to brush the fiery red hair out of his eyes, thinking about what spirits might roam the ruins. He had been preparing for the move to Greece for what seemed like forever... almost a year... Then again, he knew the city had at least 3,400 years of history. It was amazing to be dwarfed by such history and legacy. Even on the plane ride over he'd heard such amazing stories, even some teenagers mesmerized by the mystery music of the Parthenon.
Paul loved mysteries; he couldn't get enough of them. He'd begged his father to get a tour of the Acropolis, to visit the Parthenon. His father had promised, but the moment they set foot on the ground his father had been so busy being a diplomatic attaché that he rarely made it home in time for dinner. Paul had been told to stay in the room, to play on the internet, to order room service... Paul appreciated the trust and the ability to order whatever he wanted, but he would have eaten nothing but peanut butter and jelly or whatever the Greek equivalent was if it meant he could go exploring.
Paul looked at his reflection and then back out of the window, back and forth before he made up his mind. He turned, moving to the table, opening the drawer to grab his wallet and his passport. He slipped them into the secure pocket on his pants and zipped it up, opening the sliding glass door. The wind was still warm from the hot day, the hotel having kept everything much cooler. Paul moved along the balcony to the end, reaching out to put a hand on the trellis just beyond. With care and effort he slipped over and around the guard rail, his feet sinking into the trellis as he climbed down.
After a few moments Paul managed to reach the ground. He ran around the side of the hotel and unlocked his brand new bike, admiring the bright metal flake copper frame. At least his father had ensured that he would have something to do during the days... and as it happened, the night. Paul slipped his leg over, lowering onto the seat and pushing off. The boy moved down the street and turned, zig zagging his way through Athens.
Not many of the locals seemed surprised to see a young boy out alone at that time of night. In fact Paul passed countless Greek boys enjoying time outside as the heat dissipated, trying to work off their heavy dinners. Paul grinned his emerald eyes sparkling with life. The ride was refreshing and freeing... until Paul got to the hillside itself. It took him a while to pedal up the slope, making his way up to the ruins, coming to the stop a short distance from the security. Visiting hours had ended, but the rumors were that the music came at night. Paul took a deep breath before he hid his bike in a particularly thick bush, dusting his hands off before he circled the perimeter.
The sky was darkening toward a midnight blue by the time Paul found his chance. The guards were distracted with a shift change, all the guards meeting up in one place. The ten year old stayed in the shadows, peering out before they happened to look away for a moment. The moment was all he needed before he darted inside. His young feet padded across the ground, carrying him deeper and deeper inside. The further Paul ran, the more amazed he was. Building after building, the ruins were impressive. Some were left presentable in all their remaining ancient glory, others were covered in scaffolding and tarps, the work to restore them seemingly always underway.
Paul spun around and around, taking it all in. He knew he was getting to see what few in the world did... He was even getting to see it in a way no tourist did, all by himself. The red headed boy suppressed a laugh of excitement before he came to a stop. At first Paul wasn't even sure why he stopped, but slowly he head it. A soft melody was carrying on the wind, a tune that was lonely and beautiful, docile and vibrant. Paul was transfixed. He wandered along, following the song, almost closing his eyes just to focus on the sounds.
His journey to follow the music wasn't a long one, it guided him to the Parthenon just as the rumors had. The building was massive, gigantic stone columns rising up to a short angular roof. Half intact sculptures dotted the roof line, steps leading up inside where more columns ran around the place. It was a fascinating architectural marvel, but that was not why Paul had come. Paul moved from column to column, looking around. The music carried so well he was having a hard time narrowing in.
Paul moved all around the building until he was working back from the side opposite the entrance. When he caught movement out of the corner of his eye a grin crossed his lips, knowing he had just solved the mystery. He turned to face the source of the music and the young boy came to a complete stop. Sitting before Paul was a living anachronism, a defiance to all modern logic. Perched at the base of one of the stone columns was another boy, no more than eleven years old. Short curly brown hair framed his head, his skin perfectly toned with a hint of olive in it. His torso was bare, his nipples perked in the cool evening air. Placed at his lips was a hand carved woodwind, pan pipes, that were the source of the amazing music. None of that was an anachronism to Paul, but the small horns emerging from his head certainly were, as were the pointed ears and the shaggy brown fur that covered his long, very animal legs. One hoof moved back and forth slowly to the music as he let it spill from his soul.
"A satyr..." Paul felt the words escape his lips before he could capture them. The other boy's deep brown eyes shot wide as he looked at the intruder, his muscles tensing. He was much like an animal ready to spring away if the intruder gave the slightest provocation. Paul had frozen as well, not sure how to react to a mythological creature. Both boys stood, starting at each other for what seemed like ages before Paul finally summed up the courage to speak. He looked to the faun boy and smiled, "You play beautiful music, it really is amazing." Paul said. The satyr boy's eyes looked Paul over for a moment before a smile crossed his lips.
"Thank you." The satyr said after a moment, "You're out a bit late, aren't you?" he asked, swinging his furry legs back and forth. Paul smirked.
"Maybe, I came because of your music. I wanted to know who played it at night. I was thinking it might have been spirits. I didn't expect to be half right." Paul said. The Satyr smirked.
"I'm no spirit... Though I guess I am a bit of a relic to an ancient time." He had to agree, smirking before sticking his hand out, "Where are my manners! Allow me to show my hospitality. I am Alexander." He said. His smile was infectious and soon Paul was grinning too. He moved over and took Alexander's hand, giving it a squeeze and then a shake.
"I'm Paul." Paul said, looking into Alexander's deep brown eyes. Alexander was just as transfixed by the boy's shock of red hair.
"Are you from Ireland or America?" Alexander asked. Paul grinned.
"America." He replied. Alexander nodded happily.
"Well, pleased to make a friend from so far away." Alexander said. Paul grinned.
"Me too!" Paul said, feeling so very happy. Alexander patted the stone next to him. Paul moved, grabbing a hold of the ledge before climbing up, sitting next to the satyr. Paul scooted over until his hip pressed against the curly fur of the other boy.
"So, do you want to blow my pipes?" Alexander asked. Paul's eyes widened in shock before Alexander lifted his pan pipes. Then Paul just blushed in embarrassment before nodding. Alex smirked, placing the pipes in Paul's hands, guiding it close to his face.
"What do I do?" Paul asked meekly. Alex scooted over, putting his arm around Paul to help guide the panpipe from the far side.
"Have you ever blown air across a soda bottle to make noise?" Alexander asked.
"Yeah, a few times when we find the glass ones." Paul replied.
"It's just like that... And then you move the pipe back and forth." Alexander explained. Paul gave it a try, making a random stray note. He blushed and then tried again, making a more steady one. Once Paul had the hang of his breath, Alexander began guiding the instrument back and forth. Paul nearly got chills hearing the music coming from himself... well, with a satyr's tutelage. With Alexander's guidance he finished the song, and then another... and another. Minutes became hours and the stars came out high above them but it never seemed too much like night time with the bright lights left on the ruins.
After several songs Paul had grown too tired to play, leaning more and more against Alexander's chest. Alexander wrapped an arm around his new friend, keeping him close as they began talking. Even as the temperature dropped, both boys stayed warm together, moving from one story to another, learning more and more about each other's lives, swearing to one another that they would always stay together.
[May 17th, 2011]
The sun slowly crept higher outside, the early morning light struggling to get through the thick curtains in Paul's room. A small smile crossed his lips before his green eyes slipped open, sparkling with life for a moment before it faded. The smile disappeared from Paul's lips as he remembered where he was, that the dream had ended. Paul rolled over onto his side in the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest, his gaze distant. He'd dreamt of Alexander again... He'd been in heaven once more, and then he had to wake up. Paul's eyes wearily closed. Every night he went to bed hoping to dream of his long lost friend and not wake up the next morning alone... but he always woke up.
With an exasperated sigh Paul threw his blankets back and slipped his hips out of bed. His toes set down on the smooth floor, the cool a bit bracing. With a hand on either side, the nineteen year old pushed himself up to his feet. His red hair was somewhat wavy, falling all the way to his shoulders. He walked across the room, his slender and toned body graceful and lithe. He came to a stop at his bedroom window, grabbing the curtains before pulling them apart.
"Morning Shanghai." Paul said softly, looking out at the park across the street from the apartment building. A square platform with smaller and smaller squares painted on it sat in the midst of a circle pond filled with water and metal bowls of Lilly pads, gray wooden bridges spanning the gap between the platform and the edge of the pool, a gray stone walkway ringing the outer edge. It was quite beautiful, though Paul had seen better in other places around the world. With his morning ritual out of the way, Paul moved to pull on a bright orange shirt covered with yellow dragon outlines and green cloth pants, slipping on comfortable shoes. It was his day off and he always took in the sights on his days off, ever since he had first started working. He would never take anywhere in the world for granted.
Paul grabbed his keys and wallet from a wooden bowl and stuffed them into his pocket before he moved out of the door, walking past room by room before he reached the stairs, heading down at an eager pace. One of the doors opened, a nosy neighbor sticking her head out to confirm that the noise of fast feet was once again Paul. Paul just waved as he went.
"Zàijiàn!" he said, bidding her farewell. He wasn't going to waste any time with negativity. He was going to find something fun to do, something to take his mind away from where it always drifted... back to Greece. Paul moved out of the building, falling into the flow of people along the street. While many foreigners towered above the masses and could see for vast distances, Paul blended in a bit more, only standing at five feet and nine inches. Still, Paul didn't mind. It was one less way to set himself apart from the people he was working with.
While he didn't see it, he could hear the bus ahead. His timing was going to be close. He navigated through the crowds as politely as he could fishing his Public Transport Card out of his pocket. He came up to the bus stop just as the door opened, people moving in and out. Paul moved up the steps and paid, moving back down the aisle before finding a seat. Once everyone had embarked the bus zoomed off, moving down the busy roads.
Downtown Shanghai bustled with activity, people flooding the pedestrian only Nanjing road. The wide promenade was a sea of shoppers moving back and forth, small tents and stalls set up for a special day of commerce. Paul navigated from stall to stall, looking at all the goods the vendors had to offer and having the vendors try to convince him the value of their wares. After the third attempt, Paul decided he had to excuse himself and move on.
"Bùh?oyìsi, y?ushì. Yàoz?ule." Paul said, bowing his head several times before moving on. The fact that he 'had something to do' was good enough and they didn't make any more fuss of it. Paul moved along, nearing the end of the line of vendors when he saw a charm shop. Countless necklaces and bracelets hung in the sun, chain dangling away. Paul moved over, looking at the sparkling trinkets and bits of metal and jewels. They all boasted fairly nice craftsmanship, but something caught his eye... Dangling amid countless other forms was a jade satyr hanging on a gold chain. He reached out, his hand caressing the smoothely carved figure.
"N? h?o." The merchant said, a smile on his face as he saw Paul's interest. Paul didn't want to waste time with formalities.
"Zhège du?sh?o qián?" He said with a fluent tongue, asking about the price. The merchant replied with a hundred and ninety five Yuans, about thirty American dollars. Paul quickly pulled out the money, handing it over, "Xièxie, xièxie." He thanked the merchant profusely. The merchant happily handed it over. Paul ran his finger across the jade again before he lifted the necklace up, slipping it over his neck, letting it slip down inside the collar of his shirt. It wasn't about showing it off, it was about feeling it close to his heart. Paul closed his eyes, feeling the stone against his chest, warming with his body heat. It was as if he'd finally felt something, however small, to put in the aching hole he had in his heart after having to move away from Greece.
Paul took a deep breath before he turned, leaving the market place, heading for the nearest park, his mind wandering as he walked. He thought back to his time in Greece, his father's first assignment. That had been before he learned how volatile and temporary the life of a diplomatic attaché could be... how personalities of dignitaries could change so fast. He'd cried and pleaded and threatened to run away when his father told him they had to move, but... they moved on. They went to Germany, the Netherlands, Japan... Paul had grown a thick hide to protect himself from moving place to place, but it didn't protect against what he'd already lost.
Still, he was making the most of his travels. He'd learned the languages, picked up skills to navigate any unfamiliar city and he'd found quite a number of fantastic places to while away the time. Paul opened his eyes and looked to the end of the street, spotting another bus pulling up. He moved with a fair pace, darting through the crowds as best he could without offending anyone before he reached the bus, climbing onboard and offering his card. Before long the bus was off and Paul was already contemplating the exchanges he would make to get to where he wanted to go.
The doors to the tea shop opened easily with the jingle of a bell hung on the handle, the sweet scents of countless varieties of tea greeting Paul's nose. Paul loved the décor of the shop precisely because it was a blend between traditional Chinese décor and world wide elements. The floors and walls were covered in rich wood carefully preserved, deep dark brown with grains shining through the finish. A wall divided the middle of the restaurant with conventional booth and tables to the left while the right portion of the tea shop was set up more like a bar. Stools were interspersed along the vast length of the bar, overlooking a wall of countless varieties of tea in glass canisters. Behind the stools a semi-circle stone fountain splattered gently, a bit of greenery planted around it.
Paul smiled, moving to sit down on the stool. He took in the smells, the sights, enjoying it all. Sunlight spilled in from the window, balancing the glow of paper lanterns hanging about. Paul took a deep breath and exhaled, looking up as one of the servers moved around. He was a young man, no more than seventeen. His black hair was kept short, though his upper lip was darkened by a thin mustache.
"Good morning Paul, What kind tea you want?" He asked, practicing his English. Paul grinned a bit.
"Turkish tea today, thank you Bai." Paul said.
"No problem." Bai replied with a simple ease, moving to prepare the drink. Paul leaned onto the bar, closing his eyes, letting his mind relax a bit. The sun warmed his face even through the glass as the day progressed. Paul let his mind wander, barely aware of a shadow passing in front of the window or the jingle of the bell when the door opened. Feet came down on the wood a bit firmly before coming to a stop. Paul felt motion next to him, the air displaced as someone sat down. Paul was a bit surprised given how many empty stools there were. He opened one eye, and then the other.
Sitting next to Paul was a very tall young man, looking to be around twenty years old. He wore baggy tan pants that slipped over his shoes, the waist tied with a draw string. A long sleeved olive green shirt hung over his shoulders, his bare forearms exposed, just a hint of strong muscle pushing against the sleeves to give definition to his well tanned form. Atop his head was an olive green tam hat, tight around his forehead, rising up above his head before sloping back a ways and hanging loosely over the back of his head. Paul was used to seeing that kind of hat on people with dreadlocks but he suspected this man just liked the style of it... though the more Paul looked, the more he was transfixed. Paul nearly fell off of his stool when the other man turned, the eyes as deep of blue as the Aegean sea. Paul's heart skipped a beat as he looked into the face of the man, seeing not a stranger but a friend.
"Alexander?" Paul whispered. The other man's eyes were just as wide, his body frozen in shock. His lungs trembled in a futile attempt to get air before he spoke.
"Paul?" He whispered. Paul nodded eagerly, his lips falling into a grin. He had imagined this moment for so many years. In an instant he'd forgotten everything he'd planned to do, to say, everything he'd thought up as perfect. Thankfully Alexander had something in mind. The Greek boy sprung from his stool, wrapping his arms around Paul, squeezing him tight. Paul grinned, wrapping his arms around Alexander, hugging his long lost friend.
"Oh Alex, I can't believe Ibb-" Paul's words were interrupted as Alexander moved, pressing his lips to Alexander's, starting to kiss him with such intimacy. Paul was shocked at first, then he giggled feeling the thick stubble on Alexander's chin tickle his smooth skin... and then he melted into the kiss. Paul closed his eyes and tilted his head, kissing Alexander. All of those years, he'd never thought of it quite like that... and yet the feelings had always been there. He had been heart broken, not just sad, at losing a friend. They'd fallen asleep in each other's arms four weeks... They'd shared every secret, every detail. Paul murmured, moaning as Alexander's tongue plunged into his mouth.
"Hey, you no do that here..." Bai's voice came. Paul broke the kiss, blushing furiously.
"Duìbùq?." Paul apologized, pausing as he noticed that Bai's pants were bulging quite a bit. Apparently he liked the show. Still, it was a place of business. Paul pulled out his wallet and paid for the tea Bai had prepared (and a fair bit extra) before he grabbed Alexander's hand and pulled him out of the tea shop and onto the street, looking to Alexander, "Did you bring your own car or come on mass transit?" Paul asked.
"The bus, why?" Alexander asked with a grin. Paul all but leapt out into traffic to hale a Taxi, to no success yet. Paul looked back at Alexander to explain.
"I'm taking you back to my apartment where we can talk and order room service and catch up on everything." Paul said. Alexander grinned, grabbing Paul's head. His fingers tangled in the red hair as he pulled him close, kissing him again, licking the younger boy's lips. Paul felt like jelly in Alexander's arms, swept off his feet completely. One arm feebly swayed for a Taxi, finally attracting the attention of one. Paul moved to climb in, his hand not letting go of Alexander. Once both boys were settled, Paul leaned forward, "W? qù zhè ge dì fang, zhè shì dì zh?." He began, giving directions to the driver who pulled out.
"You're really good at that." Alexander grinned.
"At what?" Paul asked, realization dawning, "Oh, Mandarin? Well... learning Languages are probably the most important part of helping diplomats." Paul said softly.
"I wish I had learned a few these last several years." Alexander said softly. Paul looked intrigued and concerned.
"So you have been traveling too?" Paul asked softly. Alexander looked at the carpet in the back of the Taxi before looking back up to Paul.
"I was devastated when you moved, I couldn't face it. I felt like I was incomplete. I called the consulate, I tried to track you down... and then I just started wandering. I went to the Americas, Europe, Australia... and finally Asia." Alexander whispered.
"You searched the entire world for me?" Paul whispered, "I... went back to the Acropolis a few times, but you weren't there... I knew what we had had to be real, but sometimes I wondered if I had gone crazy... But I didn't care, that time was the best of my entire life." Paul said, reaching into his shirt to pull out the jade Satyr. Alexander looked down and saw it before he grinned wide, leaning in to kiss Paul again. Paul murmured happily, his murmurs becoming groans as Alexander's hand began groping his crotch. The Taxi driver pretended not to see, though he hurried his pace, navigating through traffic a bit more quickly to get the fare over with.
After a few frenzied minutes the Taxi pulled up outside of the apartment. Paul and Alexander didn't notice, too caught up in making out until the driver tapped the glass. Paul, once more blushing profusely, eagerly paid the driver with a substantial tip before he opened the door, moved around the car and helped Alexander up to his... hoofs. Paul hadn't been sure at first but the way the pants contorted, Alexander had hidden his digitigrades legs in the baggy pants and no doubt his hoofs were just beneath. Paul watched the Taxi speed away, chuckling.
"We're just spreading the love all over Shanghai." Paul smirked. Alexander came up behind Paul, placing his chest to his friend's back, reaching his arms around him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
"I like your original plan, the apartment." Alexander whispered. Paul nodded, taking Alex's hand, heading into the building and bounding up the stairs. Alexander looked around in wonder, realizing the apartment was like the outline of a square, the center left open with trees rising up through the middle. As they ascended a door opened and a woman stuck her head out, glaring.
"W? de qìdiànchuán ch?ngm?n le shànyú!" Paul exclaimed. The woman looked startled before slamming the door.
"What did you say?!" Alexander asked in surprise.
"My hovercraft is full of eels." Paul admitted, "It could be a metaphor but I really just wanted to get her out of my face." He said. Alexander broke out laughing. Paul opened the door and burst in, all but pulling on Alexander with all of his might. As the Satyr skidded into the apartment, Paul shut his door and locked it before he turned, facing Alexander. Paul was panting, exhilarated, overwhelmed with possibility and joy. Then it dawned on him they had been silent for far too long, "What should we do first?" Paul asked. Alexander smiled, moving over to the bed, sitting down. He patted the mattress next to him. Paul moved over, sitting next to his friend.
"I think the first order of business is that we should make sure we never lose each other again. I sense that you've been unhappy for the last nine years and I've been going crazy trying to find you." Alexander said. Paul nodded gently.
"Well it's settled, I'll never leave your side again." Paul said. Alexander smiled, leaning to kiss Paul's cheek.
"Tat's very sweet, but... I have a way to make sure. Satyr legends tell that those who are bonded will always know where the other is, that they'll be able to sense it. That the mark connects them across any distance" Alexander said. Paul's eyes were wide.
"So we just have to mark each other?" He asked, hesitating, "What does that mean?" he asked. Paul smirked.
"I'm a Satyr..." He said, as if that answered everything, "And the eagerness with which you kissed me tells me you're well prepared for what we have to do." Alexander said. Paul grinned.
"If someone had asked me yesterday, I would have said they were crazy... But you? Very yes." Paul replied. Alexander grinned, moving to press against Paul, rubbing against him. Paul reached up, slowly drawing the tam from Alexander's head. His little faun horns were gone, but in their place were very proud horns that rose up from the crown of his head, angling up and back before curling in and around. The tips of his ears had been hidden by the tam and were very pointed, the backs fuzzy. Paul moved, lifting up his shirt. What Paul saw nearly made him dizzy with lust.
A thick brown nest of fur rose up to his belly button, his abdomen perfectly sculpted. In the midst of Alexander's chest was a dense patch of fur, more jutting out beneath his arms. The sleeves came off and Paul got the shirt off of Alex's head, seeing tufts of the fur even extended from his elbows. He had spent so long imagining his friend as a boy. To see him as a man was a big turn on. Paul grunted and kept going, untying the drawstrings of Alexander's pants, tugging them off. He was rewarded almost at once by a sight he had seen so many years ago... Well, with some more additions.
Alexander's legs were covered in dense, almost wooly brown fur. It went from his hips to his ankles where his hoofs stretched out from, the base bigger than a dinner plate. Extending above his ass cheeks was a long tail, almost like a horse... or a donkey. The tip of the tail had a thicker tuft of fur than the rest and it almost reached the floor. What Paul was now focused on was the hard manhood in front of Alexander. Paul reached out toward the beckoning length, curling his fingers around it in reverence. He tried to close his hand around it and almost couldn't, his fingertips barely meeting.
As Paul began to move his hand up and down, he guessed that Alexander was around thirteen inches long. It was very impressive compared to Paul's meager five and a half, but Alexander was a Satyr after all. Paul wrapped his other hand around Alexander and began stroking him, his furry ball sack swaying with the force of the enjoyment. Alexander let out a snort of air as he was overcome with lust. He grabbed Paul's shirt, laboriously pulling it off and tossing it aside before working on his pants. Alexander felt mournful that Paul's body was so smooth, so creamy. He bet his friend got cold a lot.
Soon Alexander was thrusting into Paul's hands, but the Satyr couldn't get the boy's pants off. He pulled himself from Paul's grip and brought him up to his feet. In a swift motion Paul was pantsed and then his underwear were all but torn off. Alexander tried to help the process by kicking off his shoes. He gave a grin to Alexander before moving toward the bed, but Alexander couldn't wait. The Satyr's cock pulsed as he grabbed Paul, pulling him close.
Paul gasped as he felt the hot, thick head of the Satyr shaft at his ass, pushing between his cheeks. He cooed and moaned, feeling the hot cream of his precum spraying against his tight hole. Alexander began gently pushing in, giving Paul every ounce of control and care that he could. He wanted this moment to be special, to mark his human perfectly as the ancient stories told. Alexander's left arm slipped around Paul, his hand resting on the human boy's stomach just above his navel. The satyr's right arm moved over Paul's shoulder, tweaking one of his nipples before curving up to caress his face. Alexander leaned in, inhaling the scent of Paul's bright hair, shuddering in bliss as he started thrusting deeper and harder.
Paul was in rapture, his back arched, his arms hanging to his sides. He began pushing his hips back toward Alex, trying to maximize the pleasure. His compliance seemed like a drug to Alexander. Alexander leaned in, licking at Paul's ear before he parted his teeth and started to nibble on the lobe. Alexander reached Paul's prostate, ramming into it, sending a wave of pleasure through Paul. Paul felt weak in the knees, but Alexander had the strength to keep him up. Alexander kept thrusting, hitting the prostate over and over again before he called out in surprise and delight.
A hot rush of seed poured into Paul's ass, not from an orgasm but simply from the Satyr's will... or lack of will power. What Alexander had not told Paul was that he was still a virgin. Despite all the legends, all the stories, Alexander had saved himself for Paul, for this very moment. Even without being told, though, Paul could feel how special it was, how unique... But it was also something else. A tingling spread through Paul, warming his body. Paul's hard cock bobbed before him before it started getting even harder. Drool escaped the corner of Paul's lip, he had never felt harder than hard before. He bucked his hips involuntarily, a new instinct to hump forming in his mind.
Without Alexander realizing it, the ear lobe in his mouth was stretching. This instinctually rewarded his sense to tug on it and he pulled and tugged, stretching Paul's ear into a point. His other ear stretched to follow suit, staying even with the first. As Alexander's left hand slid up and down between Paul's nipples and navel, they began stroking soft reddish hairs. They emerged from the chest at first, but soon a lone of the fur was spreading all the way from his chest tuft to his groin. The hair in his groin was spreading as well, getting much thicker. The fur spread out over his swelling balls, up to his navel and around his hips like underwear.
Alexander's huge satyr cock slipped between Paul's ass cheeks easily, gliding like a hot knife through butter. The sloshing sounds were exquisite, but what Alexander didn't see was that Paul's tailbone was stretching out, getting longer, red fur bursting from the tip. All Alexander knew was that he was getting the fuck of his life, losing his virginity and taking Paul's all at the same time. It felt so right. As the Satyr's seed poured into Paul, the changes were accelerating. Wild uneven patches of fur pushed out on his legs... and then the change in his feet started.
While Paul had been able to attribute many of the feelings to excitement or his first sexual encounter, the throbbing in his feet and his shifting balance drew his attention. He opened his eyes and looked down, gasping at what he saw. A chest and belly covered with red fur, a fat seven inch cock... and fusing toes. The skin had merged, the bones had moved, both feet were part way to becoming hoofs. The toenails had even spread across the conjoined toes as it grew darker and harder. There was no doubt he was becoming a Satyr. Paul felt a sense of shock... but he could also tell the pleasure was growing more and more intense... His body was changing into something that existed for sex, was built for it.
"Oh Alex, more!" Paul begged, his eyes squeezing shut again. Alexander didn't need to be asked twice. He fucked into Paul's ass with all his might, that shaft sliding in and out, that prostate feeling so good... before Alexander realized the prostate was getting bigger. Then, in a sudden moment of epiphany, Paul clenched down. New muscle groups began massaging Alexander's shaft, squeezing and milking it, drawing cum from his cock. Alexander opened his eyes to see a pointed eared, tailed, furry legged Paul impaled on his shaft, bucking his own hips.
"Paul! Oh my gods, I didn't know!" Alexander gasped in shock. He knew Satyrs could mark humans, but the fact that both of them were virgins had to have led to the change. Paul chuckled.
"It's perfect Alex, we can be together forever!" He groaned, writhing. Alexander grinned, his heart swelling with more love than he thought possible. Alex would never be able to show Paul how much he cared for him, but he was going to try his hardest. Alexander reached around Paul, wrapping a hand around Paul's swelling satyr cock. Paul was impressed as he stroked it, feeling it stretch and grow. Before long it was twice its original size, a nice big ten inches. Alex dreamed of sucking his boyfriend off before bed, but that would come later.
The fur spreading over Paul's legs met up, giving him a nice steady red covering. His hoofs hardened, stamping on the floor in lust. His new tail swayed, the tuft at the end thick. His pointed, fuzzy ears flicked about. There was only one change and Paul gasped as he felt the pressure increase in his head. It built and built, the flesh deforming before two horn tips pushed out through the skin, coming up in the midst of his hair. The black bone curved back, following the slope of his head before they came to a stop. He looked almost like a faun, though the horns were longer and more elegant.
"So... good, so... tight! So... hot! I LOVE YOU!" Alexander bleated out, shuddering as he rammed his cock as deep into Paul as he could before it pulsed and sprayed a thick, huge load of cum.
"Love you too!" Paul gasped before his back arched and his own satyr cock sprayed thick sperm all over his bed, rope after rope. The two of them shared their orgasm, their bodies synching up to one another. The bond was complete, the mark was complete. They would never lose each other again. Paul stumbled forward, nearly slipping off of Alexander's cock. He stepped back, wedging the cock in deeply before he reached around himself and grabbed Alex's ass. He brought his boyfriend to the bed and climbed on carefully, never removing the cock from between his cheeks. After a few moments they both laid down, sinking into the cum soaked mattress, their bodies pressed together.
"Across all boundaries we found each other." Alexander whispered.
"No boundaries will ever keep us apart again." Paul murmured back. Alexander slipped one arm under Paul and the other over him, hugging him tightly to him. Paul felt his back cuddling against Alexander's chest, just as they had when they were young, falling asleep in each other's arms. After so many years... they were together, and Paul knew that waking up each day would be a gift, for he'd get to share it with Alexander.