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across his ear, making Rhys smile and shiver.
    "Ah, Sin," he said, chuckling at this playful side to Sin.
    And then the smoke was gone, and Sin appeared, almost magically, in front of Rhys. On his knees and completely naked, his long erection jutting out proudly from his body.
    Rhys' breath hitched. "Oh, Sin."
    Sin looked up at Rhys, at his bulging erection then at his face. "Your body wants me."
    Rhys knelt in front of Sin, his knees on either side of Sin's. "I want you. My body, my heart, all of me."
    Looking at the floor between them, Sin told him, "I am yours. I belong to you. So have me."
    "Is it what you want?"
    Sin shook his head. "It's what I need." His voice was quiet. "I need you to make me yours."
    Rhys gasped. Want was one thing. Need was another. He was unable to deny Sin's needs. He took Sin's hand and stood up. He pulled Sin to his feet and led him back to the sleeping quarters, led him to bed.
    Sin watched Rhys undress, he watched him in awe. Rhys' lithe, lean body, his imploring blue eyes, his strong and gentle hands were so sure. The way he touched Sin, the way he held him, the way he worshiped every inch of skin with his hands, his lips.
    He explored every part of Sin's body, this human-like body, until Sin was writhing, thrusting his hips forward looking for friction, for any kind of touch.
    And then Rhys took him into his mouth.
    Sin had never felt anything like it. Wet, warm, hot. So hot. So good. These were sensations he'd never felt before, pleasure alight in every cell in his body. Rhys pressed his slicked fingers inside him, then his tongue, tasting Sin's opening, the very essence of him, and Sin couldn't hold back any longer.
    With a strangled groan, Sin bucked his hips, and Rhys knew this was it. He quickly slid his lips over Sin's cock so he could drink what he gave him. And drink he did, hot and thick, the very essence of Sin.
    Rhys knelt between Sin's thighs, lifting his legs, and while Sin's body was still convulsing with pleasure, Rhys pressed against his hole, and slowly, slowly, pushed inside him. Sin's eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and Rhys lay down over him and cupped Sin's face in his hands.
    Rhys was buried inside him, he held him, he kissed him and he pulled out only to push back in. Sin gasped, and Rhys froze, afraid he'd hurt him. But Sin wrapped his arms and legs around Rhys, pulling him closer, deeper, and they stared into each other's eyes.
    Without words, with just his eyes, Rhys asked Sin if it was really what he wanted. Rhys knew if he came inside Sin, they'd be bound together forever.
    Sin nodded and whispered, "Please. Please…"
    Rhys thrust hard, and this time, it was Sin who held Rhys' face, and giving Sin what he wanted, Rhys came. His cock swelled and throbbed, and with a pleasure he'd never known, his cock surged, pouring cum deep inside Sin's body.
    Sin gasped again, his body trembling as it took what Rhys gave him.
    And they felt it, they saw it, two souls became one, two bodies became one.
    And Rhys knew. He saw it.
    This is what Sin meant.
    This is what he meant when he said this was it.
    Forever.
    Sin tightened his legs around Rhys and kissed him, deep, so deep. They stayed joined, Rhys' still-hard cock buried inside him. Sin pulled his mouth from Rhys', savoring the taste of Rhys in his mouth. "I'm yours. I belong to you."
    Rhys kissed down Sin's jaw to whisper in his ear. "And I am yours. I belong to you."
    EPILOGUE
    Where are we going," Rhys asked?
    Sin smiled. "I want to show you something."
    From the window, Rhys marveled at the world Sin came from, as they made their way to wherever Sin was taking him. Auhin was, indeed, a peaceful planet. It was busy, but clean, quiet. There was complete equality, no power struggles, no money. Everyone had the same as everyone else, and everyone worked equally.
    It was very Utopian. Utterly peaceful. Utterly perfect.
    Everyone was accepted, regardless of the form—of the shape—they chose, and as a planet of