Date: Tue, 14 Jun 2016 20:31:48 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Emerson and the Lion ch. 11

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+-{Emerson & the Lion}-+

+-{Chapter 11}-+

"Why are we here, my love? There are juice places closer to home and it is
115 degrees outside by your temperature," Ali signed in swift, fluid motion
as though he'd spoken through his fingers all his life. He was following me
up a side street as I led him to the juice bar.

"You forgot?" I signed back to him with a sigh. His phone was glowing with
text messages in his hand, but he couldn't turn away from the
disappointment in my eyes. "We met here."

"Two years ago today," Ali interrupted and finished my thought as he
awakened to the memory. "I know, my love, this is where you met me. I met
you earlier when I saw the video of your dancing and then watched over you
as you came to Satra. I fell in love with you before I bought you juice. I
knew before you met me that you would be mine for life."

"Nice save," I joked. I thought back to that day when the juice guy was so
mean to me and I had no idea how any of this worked. I had no way to
communicate with him beyond pointing.

+++ +++

It was hard to sleep that night. Ali had taken me for a nice dinner and the
next morning we were taking the early flight to London and then another one
on to New York City. I'd never been there. Ali had business and Samir and
Caleb were coming to stay with us there for a week.

I hadn't been back to the U.S. since I'd left it over two years ago. I'd
gotten used to the scorching heat of life in the desert, along with the
sights and smells of Arab life. Ali kept asking if I was excited to be
going home, but I pointed out that I'd never been to New York and it was
still very far from California.

"Do you want to extend our trip and spend a few days in California and see
your home place?" He asked me last night.

"No," I signed sadly. "I don't have a family. What would I go back and
see?"

"Your family is here. You belong with us. This is your home, my sweet Emi,"
Ali signed and hugged me.

We made it to the airport on time and were quickly ushered around the
security lines and into the first class section. It was one of those two
story airplanes with a bar upstairs and our seats were in a private lounge
area that had a few plants separating the private areas. I tried to move
one just to see if it would slide around when the airplane took off, but it
was secured to the floor.

"My baby gets into trouble," Ali signed. He shook his head disapprovingly,
but laughed.

We curled up in adjoining leather seats that reclined flat and the steward
brought us a large blanket with the Satra Air logo plastered across the
front. It was new and fresh out of a bag. Ali went to the bar and got a
drink for himself and some juice for me. By the time the plane took off, I
was already half asleep with my head in his lap as he checked business
emails on his tablet. He held me tightly with one arm until the plane
leveled off in the air.

I didn't see much of London. I was waking up in his lap when the plane
touched down. Ali had fallen asleep sitting up against the pillows that
lined the wall.  All we did was walk around the lounge to stretch our legs
as people got off and new people got on.

We had lunch somewhere over the Atlantic. Ali had them specially make a
peanut butter and jelly sandwich just for me along with a tray of sliced
vegetables. By the time we landed in New York, I was ready to run a mile
and breathe some non-airplane air.

They split us up at immigration. Ali wasn't a resident of the U.S. He tried
to explain that I was deaf and needed to stay with him, but that just
seemed to raise alarms with the lady directing the line. She pushed a
button on the radio strapped to her collar and soon there was someone there
signing that I needed to come with him for special processing. Ali was
furious, but he knew his name, wealth, and position had no power here.

"It is your country, they will not hurt you. I'll wait for you at the exit,
my love," Ali signed.

The interpreter agent understood his signing, and I caught him giving a
look of disgust. He pointed for me to follow him.

It was so strange to me to be in a place where Ali was not in control. In
his country he was the lion. He roared and people scurried. Here he was
just another foreigner who had to go through separate checkpoints than
citizens.

I had to wheel the suitcases that were mine and follow him to a small room.
Another agent came into the room and the interpreter translated for him. He
went through everything. He asked me about everything from my toothpaste to
my tablet computer. He asked why I had been out of the country for so long
and how I had received a resident visa from Satra when I went there as a
student.

"Your paperwork shows that this family adopted you. And now you're bringing
them here? Are they planning to stay permanently?" he asked.

"No, he is a very powerful man there. He is only here for a business trip
and brought me with him," I signed back.

"His visa does not say business. He is here as a tourist. He listed no
business contacts here in New York. Are you here of your own free will?"
the agent asked.

"Yes of course! He's my... boyfriend. We are in love. I guess he listed us as
tourists because we are going to see the sights here once his business is
done," I assured. That was the wrong thing to say. The agent kept insisting
I'd been somehow duped by some kind of sex-trade organization or
immigration scheme.

He went on and on telling me they could help me get away from him if I'd
testify. I kept insisting that we were a couple and in love, and then he
started to ask about terrorist connections. He kept leaving the room for
periods of time and I was left with the translator who didn't seem to want
anything to do with me.

I started crying. I didn't want to, but they kept telling me I was being
stupid, taken advantage of, etc...

Finally, after the agent had gone away for a long period, another agent
came in. It was a lady this time, and she simply told the translator to
tell me to pack up and exit through the green door. It ended so abruptly,
but I hurriedly threw everything back into my bags and took off before they
could change their minds.

I wiped the tears off with my sleeve as I pushed through the door and saw
Ali pacing and talking on his phone. He saw me and hung up quickly.

"This is exactly what I was afraid of. They think scary brown man with his
purchased golden boy.  It is why I don't come here often. I am so sorry, my
sweet Emi," Ali signed and fumed.

"I want to go please," I signed back, not wanting to discuss it. He nodded,
took my bags, and loaded them onto a cart with his.

"I'm sorry, my love. I could not protect you from that. I hope the rest of
our trip is better," Ali signed when we were secured in the back of a black
town car and cruising onto a crowded freeway wedged between dirty and
crumbling old buildings. It was a stark contrast from the new and shiny
city we'd left on the other side of the world.

Caleb and Samir were waiting in the hotel suite when we got there an hour
later. It was a hulking old tower that New York seemed to be overstuffed
with. The suite had a large living room, large dining table, and a bar
stocked with liquor I'd never be able to touch. There was a terrace with
tables and plants that looked out over the city. Two bedrooms flanked the
living area, and the guy carrying our bags put them away in the larger one.

Caleb hugged me for the longest time. We hadn't seen each other in months
since he'd talked Samir into opening an office in Los Angeles. He wasn't
cut out for the quiet desert houseboy life. He and Samir had been on a
relationship roller coaster for weeks before they left. Caleb missed his
family, friends, and California. Samir was helpless and followed his heart.

Samir hugged me next as Ali went to make phone calls. He was going to make
a big deal with the embassy over my airport misadventure. I filled Caleb in
on what had happened and he translated for Samir. Caleb said I should sue,
but Samir said that the world had recently gone through events where Arabs
didn't look so good. He seemed to understand.

"I didn't know about that," I said when Samir told me what had been going
on. "I guess I should read the news more than once a year."

Caleb shrugged. "Well, enough of that! We are going to do New York right,"
he laughed.

Ali came out of the bedroom a few minutes later and apologized for being on
the phone. He signed to me that he had to let everyone know we were here
safely, and Zaid had some business he needed to run by him.

We went to our room to take a shower and nap before dinner. The room looked
like it was fit for a president. There was a huge bed with white comforter
and pillows, a fireplace, old art. I felt highly underdressed in my t-shirt
and jeans. It definitely wasn't Ali's modern taste, but seemed to fit with
the regal, historic city.

We showered together and then I put on a pair of briefs and went to crawl
under the covers while Ali walked around the room trying to connect his
laptop to the wifi. He was completely naked and I watched one lonely bead
of water slide down the dark skin of his muscled shoulder. His heavy cock
swung between his thighs as he looked up furiously for some kind of box on
the ceiling.

He must have gotten it to work because he paused, hit a few keys, and then
smiled at his accomplishment. He flopped down beside on the bed, his
chiseled frame radiating warmth. I nuzzled into his side as he slipped an
arm around me and got to work on some emails. I reached for his cock as it
flopped over his left thigh, and tugged it a few times.

"One second, my heart, I must work," he signed with an apologetic look. I
nodded and closed my eyes against his chest while keeping my hand around
the fat brown snake that comforted me. He kissed the top of my head as I
settled into my rest.

I awoke with my head against the pillow as Ali stood across the room
wearing black boxer briefs that framed his hard bubbled ass, a gray dress
shirt that hugged his muscles, and black socks that went up almost to his
knees. He was working a white tie into the perfect knot around his neck.
His dark hair was slicked back with shiny gel.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I felt better and had forgotten about the
scene at the airport. Ali had a similar suit laid out for me, but mine had
a black, velvety bow tie. I knew I could never fill it like he did. My body
was toned, but small. The suit he had for me was tailored perfectly to my
body, and I looked surprisingly decent at his side. It felt silly, I never
dressed up like that. He hugged me from behind in the mirror as we looked
at each other longingly. I wanted to ride him right then and there, but it
was getting late and my stomach was empty.

Samir and Caleb were dressed equally nice. They were waiting for us when we
came out. The curtains had been closed in the bedroom, but in the living
area I could see that the sky was dark while the city lights pulsed below
us.

A car took us a few blocks away to a restaurant where our expensive suits
would fit in perfectly. We had a round table in the center of things. The
food was French, and I had no idea what to order. Ali picked out something
for me, and ordered for himself. He and Samir caught up on things while
Caleb and I signed back and forth to each other about our lives since we'd
last met up.

Caleb told me about Samir's success in LA, and their new offices in West
Hollywood. They'd been able to get a small house just above the Sunset
Strip. He glowed about how jealous all of his friends were and how much
Samir spoiled him. He showed me pictures on his phone of his house and
brand new Mercedes. It sounded like they were having a crazy life together
out there.

"Your life is so exciting. It almost makes me wish I had that," I signed
and tried to look genuinely happy for him.

"It can be yours too! I'm sure Ali would move to LA if you wanted. You
could come home and have more freedom here," Caleb insisted.

I felt a tinge of jealousy for just a second, but then Ali reached for my
hand and squeezed it. He wasn't looking in on our signed conversation, his
body just knew that I needed his touch. Maybe he needed mine as well. We
were in sync like that.

"I don't want that," I reminded Caleb. "I don't push Ali like you do with
Samir. I like my life, my place at his side. We support each other. I'm
halfway through my degree. I'm really getting into Yoga and we have our
weekends at the beach house now. We even take Kadir (our dog). He likes to
run on the beach with us. I like simple, calm, happy."

I squeezed back on Ali's hand, and he slid an arm around the back of my
chair as he leaned back and laughed at whatever he was talking about with
Samir. He paused for a minute and looked over at me questioningly with
those are-you-ok eyes.  I nodded and he went back to Samir.

"I know. You're happy and it works for you. I just miss having you around.
I can't go back there to live, Emi. You know how crazy it drove me to be
under constant lock and key with the eyes always on us. Plus the culture of
the silent partner who is at home all the time. It wasn't for me." Caleb
seemed genuinely happy with the life he'd created with Samir in LA.

As we ate, I kept looking over at Ali whose body language showed how much
he missed his little brother and worried for Samir. When he felt my eyes on
him, he'd look back, and then push me to eat my dinner. I could sense his
discomfort with Samir and Caleb's relationship. He had mentioned it to me a
few times during our late night talks. He opened up to me in bed as he
spoke and the tablet put down text for me to read and type back to. He was
worried Caleb was breaking his proud brother, luring him into an unhealthy
situation. Lions were not to be tamed by their boys. .

Ali held it together though, and his time with Samir seemed to be going
smoothly through dinner.

After they argued over the check with each other, Ali slid out my chair and
took my hand. We went to the waiting town car, and then cruised through the
night lights of the glowing city. I don't know New York or its landmarks.
Ali had been there many times on business and adventures. He and Samir
pointed out a few things to each other and laughed at inside jokes while I
snuggled in under his arm.

We seemed to drive in circles before pulling into the valet area of our
hotel again. I was ready to brush my teeth, strip down, and please my lion.

Instead of going to our room though, the elevators opened onto a different
floor. I looked at Ali with confusion, but he wasn't acknowledging me. He
squeezed my hand and led me down a wide, dimly lit hallway to a large set
of doors.

I looked at Caleb with the same confusion, and noticed a smile growing on
his lips. He never kept secrets from me, and I could tell he was fighting
to hold onto one. He looked away though as Ali opened the door for me.

The door opened to a completely dark room and across it was a wall of
windows leading out to a decorated terrace. There were lights strung in the
shapes of stars floating over the terrace which was covered in endless
bouquets of white flowers. There was a white archway covered in blossoms,
and sets of chairs flanking a white carpeted aisle. It looked like a
wedding.

We walked to the center of the dark room and then Ali stopped me. All of a
sudden the dark room filled with bright light. I blinked and squinted as my
eyes adjusted.

The room was filled with people. All of the Hamad family was there
including Zaid and his two men. Izem was there with his new boyfriend
hanging on his arm. Dr. Hamad was there with some of his friends who had
visited the house for our dinner parties. There were others that I didn't
recognize too. Caleb's parents were there, I hadn't seen them in years.
Everyone looked so happy and they all stared at me.

I wondered for a second if I was dying. The white was my send off to
heaven. Maybe Dr. Hamad had figured out some weird illness I had and they'd
gathered everyone together to send me off. I don't know why my mind jumped
so quickly to thoughts of horror. I'm not usually that dark of a person. I
must have given Ali very sad eyes because he quickly gave me a worried look
and pulled me into his chest. He kissed my cheek and must have whispered
something in my ear. I just felt his hot breath and inhaled his cologne.

"Emi," he signed when he pushed me back gently from his embrace. He knelt
in front of me like a knight returning to the castle. I noticed a few
photographers snapping pictures with fancy cameras.

"You are the love of my life. My greatest power in this world is to bring a
smile to your face. When I come home and see you, I know there is good in
the world. When I face an obstacle, you are what keeps me pushing forward.
I spent so many years wandering to find myself and what I was meant to do
in this world. The moment I met you, it all became clear. You are my
support, my protectorate, my cub. You are my source of life. Will you marry
me?" Ali signed as though he'd practiced it in the mirror a million times.

"I'm not dying?" I signed, in shock and disbelief over this sudden
proposal.

"Of course not," he signed back. "Why would you think that? I die first.
That is always the deal."

"Then yes, ok yes!" I jumped into his arms and was rewarded with a kiss as
he held me to his chest.

Ali yelled something to the room and everyone looked really excited for us.

I wasn't used to a crowd of people looking at me, much less with excitement
and love. It was too much and I buried my face in his shoulder. He pet my
hair and held onto me knowing exactly what I was feeling. For two years now
I'd been at his side, out of the spotlight. It was a little much.

Once everyone was seated on the terrace, Ali went and knelt down on a rug
in front of the cleric who would marry us. Beside him sat a man who would
translate between Arabic, English and Sign Language. Caleb waited with me
inside until we got the signal and then he held my hand and walked with me
down the aisle between the guests. It wasn't one of those wedding marches
where you wait and then take a step and then wait again. We just walked to
the rug where Ali knelt and then Caleb placed my hand in Ali's as I knelt
beside him.

We turned to face each other and held hands as we looked into each other's
eyes. The translator was sweeping his hands to tell me what the cleric was
saying. He was also speaking and I guess translating into English for the
guests from the US. It seemed like quite the task. I got distracted by it.

Ali turned my attention back to him and let go of my hands. He started to
sign to me in another practiced proclamation.

"Emerson, you belong to me in my own culture and now I want us to belong to
each other in yours. I cannot go a day without seeing your beautiful eyes
or sweet smile. I promise to make every day special for you, always put you
first, defend your honor, provide for your every need, and guide you as you
grow into the man I will love for eternity. My life took meaning the day I
met you. Without you, there is no me. I promise to listen to your thoughts,
consider your desires, and deliver your dreams. You are my love, my
happiness, my beautiful bride, the best part of me. I will be honored to be
your husband. I will wear it as my greatest title." Ali reached for my
hands again and kissed my fingers.

I felt dizzy, didn't know how to respond. I loved him so much and never
expected this. I felt tears running down my cheeks and he kept swiping them
away with a finger and a dopey smile.

I didn't have words prepared and certainly couldn't construct such a speech
to impress the crowd like Ali had. I looked to see more than a few tears in
the audience as the lighted stars flickered above us. Ali had thought of
this though and the translator tapped my shoulder to alert me that the
cleric was proceeding.

I turned to look at the cleric who was an older man with a trimmed white
beard and traditional Arab clothing. He had a beautiful scarf around his
neck with intricate patterns and gold trim. He was asking me questions and
I looked at the translator who was waving for my attention.

"Emerson. Do you promise to obey Ali, to listen to his desires, care for
his home, always provide a place of comfort and support? Do you promise to
take care of his health, his heart, his needs? Do you promise to love and
obey him as the head of your family, the leader of his pack? Will you be
his helper, his lover, his friend? Do you promise to save your heart and
body for him above all others?" The cleric asked.

"I do," I signed. Ali reached for my finger and slid on a platinum band
with little diamonds laid in a line across the top. It fit perfectly and
was warm from his sweaty palm.

"Ali. Do you promise to protect and care for Emerson? Will you listen to
his thoughts and always consider his heart and well-being in every
decision? Do you promise to provide for his life, comfort, and safety? Do
you promise to be his caretaker when he is sick and his guide when he is in
doubt? To always put his needs before your own?" The cleric said and the
translator expressed.

"I do," he said and signed. Caleb touched my shoulder and I noticed he was
kneeling behind me. He handed me a ring and I took it and placed it on
Ali's finger.

"I will wear this until the day you decide to push me off of a cliff," Ali
signed with a laugh that lit up his handsome, dark face and brilliant eyes.

The cleric said some other things that I'm sure were equally beautiful and
meaningful, but I was too wrapped up in how handsome he looked in his suit
kneeling in front of me. His neatly trimmed beard was damp with sweat. His
large, Arab nose flared as he took me in with wide eyes.

"Beautiful," Ali mouthed in exaggerated lip movements that I recognized
from when he looked down at me as he was sliding inside me. He said it so
often to me and always ended by touching his tongue to his lips. It always
made my hole twitch in need of his expert oral attention.

I didn't realize it was over until a satin cloth descended over our heads.
Ali leaned in and kissed me with needy lips under the covering from the
guests. I felt his hand reach down to cup my ass on the side out of sight
of the guests. I needed him so badly.

We only had a few minutes under the cloth, and the cleric popped his head
under it to check that we were finished. Ali nodded and the cleric took it
away. We stood in front of the guests and Ali moved me in front of his
bulge which was challenging the strength of the tailoring. He was as ready
as I was to get back to our room.

But this part of the ceremony wasn't about us, it was about our guests, our
family and support. We went back inside to find a table covered in gifts.
Ali said they would be sent to our home and we could open them together in
private after our trip.

We did the whole traditional American thing then of cutting up cake,
shoving it in each other's faces. I sucked icing off his fingers for a
little too long, and got excited looks from several guests. It was all kind
of like a cheesy movie for this part. We danced together to a thumping beat
that I could feel. I danced with his father, we took a ton of pictures.
Everyone got to eat cake and drink champagne. Ali gave me a sip of his.

"I think we can sneak out now," Ali finally said after we'd hugged everyone
in attendance. I had been picked up and hugged by a lot of strange men that
night. I knew it made him uncomfortable as he liked to be the only one to
touch me, but he had little control over his culture's norms.

I nodded my head vigorously and then he grabbed my hand. He pulled me
quickly through the crowd as my body started to awaken to its sexual need.
I was so hard by the time we made it to the elevator. He mashed the button
with his hand and then pulled me into his chest.

We raced out of the elevator and he swept me up into his arms as he fished
for the keycard from his pocket. And then he set me down on my feet as I
watched his lips yell, "Fuck!"

"I forgot card to get in," he signed with deep disappointment in his eyes.

"Kick door in!" I signed back. "I need you."

He laughed at that and then fished his phone from his pocket while
squeezing the thick outline of his fat cock trapped in expensive pants. I
sank to my knees and inhaled his bulge as I looked up at him with
worshipping eyes.

He texted Samir to race up and let us in as I lipped at the outline of his
bulge. He reached down and gripped a fistful of my hair as he ground his
bulge against my lips and nose. I sucked at it not caring who might come by
and see us. It was a small hallway with four different suites on this floor
so we had a lot of privacy.

When the elevator door opened, Ali pushed me away and then reached down to
pull me up into his chest. I buried my face into his shoulder as I caught
sight of Samir and Caleb coming at us with a keycard. I was hit by Ali's
sweat and cologne, the perfect mix of male that hung around him.

I looked over Ali's shoulder at Caleb who had a wicked grin.

"You're going to get royally fucked tonight," he signed.

"You too," I signed back.

"Oh yeah," Caleb agreed with a laugh.

Samir opened the door for us and Ali pushed in front of him and carried me
off to the bed. I watched Samir bring Caleb in for a kiss as he closed the
door. Ali stormed into our room and kicked the door closed behind us. He
tossed me down on the bed and I slipped off my shoes as he went to get the
tablet.

"I want you to hear my words," he said and showed me the tablet that
translated his speech to text. He set it down next to me on the bed and
folded the cover into a stand for it. He took off his jacket and loosened
his tie as he looked down at me and licked his lips.

I got up on my knees and walked over to where he stood by the bed so I
could kiss him. He slid off my suit jacket and tossed it across the room.
He slid an arm behind my back and pulled me against him as his lips found
mine. His hands went to my ass as his tongue went for my throat. His
fingers poked near my hole at the seam. He pushed and pulled until the seam
broke open and I pushed away from his kiss.

"Hey!" I signed. "These are expensive! You broke them?" I gave a confused
look.

Ali reached for my tablet and said, "I had them loosely tailored. Trust me,
love. I can buy you many many more." He laughed and pulled at the seam
until the entire back pulled apart leaving my briefs as the only barrier to
his favorite part of me. He emphasized this by pulling at my shirt and
ripping off a few buttons so he could nibble on my chest. He leaned down
and kissed and bit at my hardened nipples. He loved when they flared into
angry pink spikes.

He reached in as his lips went back to kissing me and he pulled at the
waistband of my briefs and pushed them down so my ass was exposed. My cock
popped out, but was held in by the front of the pants which he had not yet
attacked. He ground his bulge against mine as his tongue explored my mouth
as though searching for treasure.

Ali pushed me away from him and then flopped down on the bed beside me. He
unzipped the fly of his pants and freed his angry, thick cock. It was full
and hard and arced up to his stomach. It leaked precum against his
expensive shirt. He pushed his tie out of the way and gave it a stroke with
one hand as he used the other to beckon me to his chest.

I knew what he wanted and I walked over to him on my knees. I straddled his
lap and he pushed me by the ass up to his chest and then nudged me to flip
over so I could suck on his cock.

I leaned down and nursed his throbbing monster as it pushed back against my
throat. He leaned up and nuzzled his nose against between my cheeks and his
tongue began to explore my hole. I moaned and bucked as he expertly opened
me with his wiggly thick tongue. His cock pushed deep inside my mouth as he
reached down and pushed my head to take more of it.

I looked at the tablet with one eye as I sucked his cock. He was talking
all kinds of beautiful filth about how beautiful my pussy tasted and how
much he loved it. My cock strained in my pants, but I knew he would only
free it when he was ready. He wanted my pleasure to come from my hole
rather than my cock. As much as I wanted to stroke it, I wasn't ready to
break my vow to obey him, not just yet.

"Fuck, my baby sucks so good, I need inside you, my love. I need to make
that pussy beg," Ali barked and the tablet translated. I looked back at him
with a smile and nodded. I was ready for him.

We'd never had sex fully clothed. It felt odd and dirty and I wondered what
we'd do with these suits after soiling them with sweat and cum. Ali pushed
me back down on his cock and I deep throated it as I gagged and sputtered
around it.

Something inside me felt different from that night forward. I'd always
belonged to him, but now he'd made it official. I was more than his cub
now. I was his husband, at least while we were in the state of New York.

New York, I realized we were there all of a sudden as his cock filled my
gagging throat. I'd always thought someday I'd come here. I always thought
I'd see the park and some crazy broadway show. Here I was, I thought to
myself and then was interrupted by his two fingers clawing inside my needy
hole.

"Ahhh fuckkkkk" I begged as he hit the spots he knew would make me twist
and whine.

He pushed his way inside me and wiggled his fingers to stretch my hole.
>From anyone else this would seem mean. For his giant cock though, it was
merciful preparation. I saw up on his fingers and started to bounce. He'd
slicked them up with lube while I was lost in thought. He knew what I
needed and how to make me lose my mind.

"Uhhhhh," I whined and bounced on his fingers while stroking his thick,
arabian pipe.

I looked down at the tablet as I bounced and watched his words dance across
the screen.

"I need you baby. I love you so much. I love my tight little pink pussy
boy. You are mine, Emi. You are mine for always."

The last one said, "I fuck you now, my sweet love."

I turned and stared down at him with wide blue eyes. His focused lips
formed a smile as our eyes locked.

"I need you," he signed after slipping his fingers from my twitching,
desperate hole.

I nodded and turned around on him. I leaned down and kissed him as he
angled his cock to my hole and began to push inside me. He'd lubed my hole
well, but the fat cock still filled me to capacity. I rolled my eyes back
in my head as he held me to his chest and started to push his cock up
deeper into me. He went so slowly, millimeter by millimeter as he kissed me
deeply and rubbed my back in soothing circles.

I nearly swallowed his tongue as I gasped for breath and whined. He still
filled and stretched me after these years of working up to his supersized
meat. It still hurt, but I knew how quickly that pain would fade as bliss
filled me. I was buried in his arms against his cave of muscles. He held me
so tightly that I knew nothing could ever touch me there. I was his, his
boy, his heart, his love. I was his to hold and protect. He'd made it
official and now he was owning the hole he'd pledged to protect.

"Fuhhh," I whimpered against him as he started to pound me. My body wasn't
ready for it, but my heart needed it faster. I started to push against his
cock to get it deeper, faster.

He reached for the tablet and set it beside his head. He wanted me to be
present for everything he had to give me.

"Fuck you feel so tight my virgin baby. I am only one to seed my boy. No
one will ever claim what is mine. I love you so much," he said as he
nibbled on my cheek and drove his cock deep inside me. He was bouncing us
together as he pounded my lubed up hole.

I kept fighting to keep my eyes open as he pounded me, but it felt too
good. He was lighting up every little spot inside me as he took what was
his.

"Fuckkk," I hissed as he drove deeper inside me. He licked and kissed my
ear as he pounded me. "Aliiiii," I whined and bit down against his shoulder
tasting a mouthful of expensive Italian shirt as my body thumped in sync
with his.

"My baby," he said. He stopped and flipped me over so I was on my back. Our
suits were a mess with torn shirts and pants, sweat and love as we clawed
at each other and humped in deep sensual rhythm. His cock went past my
comfort point and I cried out in pain, but it felt too good for him to
stop. He was on top of me, driving his cock into my hole as my cock thumped
against the cage of clothing. I rubbed it against his shirt and was leaking
precum all over my briefs.

His sweat dripped off his forehead and hit me in the eye as I squinted and
screamed for more. My cock started to throb in my pants as he fucked me and
I knew I was cumming soon.

"I cum, daddy," I moaned. I'm not sure if I actually said that, but he got
it. He looked down at me and nodded with that grin of pride that knew he
could make me cum without ever touching my cock. I was his bottom baby and
my pleasure came from him owning my hole like a champion. He knew how to
drive his cock into me to push me over the edge and pull my body over the
edge of climax.

He started to speed up his assault on my hole and my cock started to spew
cum inside my pants. It filled it so much that it leaked through the fabric
and I felt his body growl in approval as beads of cum bubbled up through
the material.

"Ahhhhh," I panted and gasped as his fucking pushed every drop of cum out
of my aching cock. I looked down to see my cock push white drops through
the fabric covered bulge as he fucked me.

He used my distraction of climax to push deeper than he'd been in awhile
inside me. He knew my gasping would open my hole to him. He took advantage
and pushed in deep as my hole snapped closed around his cock and started to
milk him for seed.

"Uhhhh," I whined as he started to shake and spew inside me. I watched his
nostrils flare as his lips formed a perfect rectangle that bared his teeth
to show his lion's primal lust. He was seeding his cub and he pushed into
me as he filled me with his babies.

I bucked my hips wanting him deeper inside me. It felt so good to sacrifice
my pain for his pleasure. I needed him in there. He needed to fill his boy.
His body flailed a few times as his cock fired off inside me. My body
clenched around him as it milked his cock. My hole knew its purpose was to
receive its lion's seed.

He collapsed on top of me in a pile of flesh, cum, and sweat stained
clothing. We breathed together as his lips kissed up my neck and cheek. He
held me to him and I felt him whimper as he lipped my chin, my cheek.

I looked down at him. His eyes were so focused and looked pained.

"I love you," he mouthed.

"I love you," I tried to say.

He nodded and his lips spread into a smile.

He reached for my tablet and held it above our faces.

"I don't know what I would ever do without you. I am so lucky to have you,"
he said and the tablet translated to text.

I typed back, "I love you too. You never have to worry about life without
me. I go where you go."

He nodded with his nose pressed against my cheek.

We ditched the suits in a pile in the corner of the room. I'm sure he would
leave instructions for housekeeping. He carried my naked, exhausted,
married frame off to the shower and we washed each other before falling
asleep naked and curved into each other.

+++ +++

The next morning we went to brunch with Ali's family. I belonged to them.
They loved me like I was a native born son. After eating, Ali and I headed
off for an attorney's office to sign forms and make things official.

"This is for us, Emi," he signed. "If anything happens to me, you can come
back to the US and inherit all that is mine. It is all for you. I will
provide for your safety and happiness long after I'm gone. This is my
promise to always be your protector, provider, defender."

It felt so nice to sign my name as Emerson Hamad. I'd never known the
Kelley's except for my mom. That name was a distant past. I was here in his
world. I was his. We filled out an application for a new passport with his
last name on me. He already had a visa for me from his country that was
registered in his last name. I was already considered part of their family,
one of their own.

We spent the rest of the week in New York with Caleb and Samir. We got to
go to the zoo, we saw museums, bought a bunch of clothes and unnecessary
items. His family had headed home by the next day except for Zaid who had
taken his boys off to Montreal for a vacation. Our gifts were probably
already loaded onto a ship or plane and headed back to Satra.

We sent Caleb and Samir off on the day before we headed back ourselves. I
had gotten used to having Caleb beside me all week. I knew he was eager to
get back to LA and his parties, friends, and life. I would miss him so
much, but I was eager to get back to our quiet life in Satra as well. New
York was a lot of fun, but it was so crowded and old. It felt like the past
like a life I'd died from years before.  Ali was my future.

"Where would my baby like to go to for dinner? It is our last night here,"
Ali signed as we woke up from a nap after sending Caleb and Samir off.

"I want to walk and see the city," I signed back with a yawn and then
stretched. We cleaned up in the shower and then dressed in matching jeans
and dark t-shirts. We walked down a few blocks and then ducked into a
little cafe with Mediterranean food. We shared plates of chicken and hummus
and veggies. We laughed about getting food that was better at home because
we both missed his culture, my adopted culture.

"I want to go home. This isn't my culture anymore," I signed with lost
eyes. He nodded and put his hand to my cheek.

"We'll go home tomorrow, my love," he signed as he chewed a slice of
cucumber. He turned his head, burped, and then signed, "Excuse me" while he
rubbed his full stomach. I laughed, he was always so defiantly male. He
paid the check and we headed down to a club.

It was a gay club and he had to slip the bouncer a hundred to get me in.
I'm sure he promised that I wouldn't drink anything. It was a promise he
would keep. We had our rings on, we still hadn't taken them off. He got a
drink for himself and a sprite for me and then we spent the evening on the
dance floor. We danced together as I felt the rhythms of the music. He held
me so close to him and nudged anyone who got too close to us.

So many guys tried to dance up on him. He never realized how handsome his
dark piles of muscles was. Or maybe he did, but he acted as though they
were trying to get to me. He would push them away gently, but I felt his
chest growl when they got too close. He had nothing to worry about. I
wasn't going anywhere.

The next morning we woke up and I sucked his cock while he flipped through
emails on his tablet. I packed our bags while he ordered breakfast brought
to the room. The housekeeping had kept up well with our laundry and the
suits had been disposed of. It was easy to pack away our things that were
neatly pressed and folded. I filled one carry-on with our clothes from the
night before along with what we'd slept in.

We took a taxi to the airport and slept most of the plane ride home. We did
have a four hour layover in London. We couldn't leave the airport since we
didn't want to get entangled with their immigration so we hung out in the
Satra Airways VIP lounge in a high deck with a view of a rainy countryside.

We had dinner, talked about our plans for the week, and then we saw Izem
walk in. He was alone without his new boy. He saw us and his face lit up as
he swaggered over to us and pulled up a barstool. He put his arm around me
and leaned in for a hug. I smelled the alcohol on his breath. He leaned
over to kiss Ali on the cheek.

Izem pulled out his phone and opened an app. He still had the speech to
text app on there from the last time we'd talked. I felt a twinge of
happiness knowing that he held onto it for me.

"He left me. He fucking left me," he said as the app translated.

"I'm so sorry," I signed and saw that Ali had expressed similar
condolences.

"He saved up every nickel he got from me and then stole some coins and
bonds I had. He stayed back in New York. I should have known better than to
take him back to the US for your wedding. The little pussy said he missed
Florida. I woke up this morning to a note. He even took my credit card to
charge plane tickets to Tampa. The bitch," Izem called over our waiter and
ordered whiskey.

Ali slid an arm around my waist and held me protectively. He knew I wanted
to go home with him, that I'd never wanted to stay in the US, had nothing
to go back to. But still, the thought that a cub could slink away like that
rocked him to his core.

"I am sorry, dear friend. You know you can count on us for whatever you
need. Perhaps you should eat something," Ali suggested as I held onto
Izem's phone and read.

Izem leaned his head against my shoulder and Ali reached a hand up to
stroke his hair.

"I'm done. I'll find a nice Arab boy who knows what loyalty is. These
little pink bastards are more trouble than they're worth," Izem moaned.

"Hey!" I typed. "I'm a little pink bastard!" I held the phone up to his
face and laughed. I felt his body shake in laughter as he leaned against
me.

"Well you're the little pink bastard I wanted all along," he said and the
app translated. "But you have been claimed, marked beyond repair by my best
friend. I will move on."

I felt his lips against my cheek and turned to look at Ali. He sighed and
gave me that smile that said we should be gentle with Izem.

"You will fly home with us. All right? You'll sit by us and keep us
company. We have already slept enough on this journey," Ali suggested.

Izem nodded and Ali paid the check as we headed off to our gate. The whole
flight home we listened to him talk about the boy named Jason. He had
bought him everything he wanted, treated him like a prince.

"That is your problem," Ali noted. "You must not let them own you. The cub
is yours to raise appropriately. He must appreciate what you give him and
beg for your approval. You are too free with him. You did not break him,
and he took what you offered and believed it to be his right. My Emi was
never so wild. He was always so grateful for what I gave him. Now, I'd give
him the moon. He earned the right to own my heart."

"It's too late now," Izem lamented. "I'll do better with the next one."

"You will," Ali assured, but I knew his look was doubtful. He hugged me to
his chest as we curled up together in his seat while Izem sat in the one
intended for me. He stroked my back while I laid against him and looked at
their conversation on his phone.

+++ +++

We put a sad Izem in his car at the airport and then headed back to our
little home in the Hamad compound. I was so happy to see Kadir bounding
towards me with his tongue hanging out when we got home. He pounced on me
with licks and kisses as Ali carried our bags inside. I would put
everything away tomorrow.

We arrived to a house filled with our wedding gifts. We'd spend the next
day opening them and writing out thank-you notes to everyone.

We settled into our bed that night as Kadir laid across the foot of it. He
hugged me to his chest as my husband that night. It felt different, deeper.
We were always digging for that next level in our relationship. We fell
asleep together as officially joined in both of our home countries. Here I
was his property, there I was his husband.

Closing my eyes against his heartbeat with my hand holding on to his soft,
yet impressive cock, I knew that everything was now complete. There was
nothing more I needed.


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Thanks for reading. Please let me know if you want to read more

-Emri :)