The Quanera Difference

[Cryax Bane]

Location: Quanera Resort, Chroma Zed​

Cryax Bane had insisted on having his Bothan assistant Frab, take care of all the details. He and his Oiran Guild Companion, [member="Lorraei"], were taking a trip to the planet of Chroma Zed, the Quanera Resort to be exact. Quanera, a chain of resorts with its headquarters on Maramere had just opened up a new location on Chroma Zedd. “When it is time to pause your breakneck pace and rediscover the senses dimmed by the incessant demands of the galaxy, there is a place called Quanera. Discover the Quanera Difference!” read the Holonet banner.

Frab had arranged for the Chiss and his half-Zeltron Companion to share a private villa with a spectacular view of the ocean as well as access to two expansive beaches, one of them clothing-optional. Surrounding the grounds were thirty acres of gardens filled with all sorts of tropical flora and fauna. There was a spa, a pool, and a private landing pad for their shuttle. Quanera was a veritable sanctuary of escapism.

The Chiss crime lord made sure no expense was spared for his new Companion, a devastatingly handsome half-Zeltron with dark hair and darker eyes. Their villa would be fully stocked with exotic food, liquor, and pills, as well as enough spice to knock-out a cave full of Wampas. Cryax was a wealthy young man, with credits to throw around and both ends of the candle to burn. His Companion would be doted on accordingly.

A complimentary bottle of Champagne from the Bright Jewel system sat in an ice bucket, next to a puffy white hover bed. Cryax popped the cork and grinned widely at his Companion. Bane had already stripped down into his swimsuit. Smooth, blue synthskin covered much of his lean-muscled flesh, grafted over his previous battle scars from various tortures at the hands of his many enemies over the years.

“Ready for some hedonism, ch'eo ch'acah?” he teased his Companion, with a provocative quirk of his brow.

 

[Lorraei]

Lorraei was no stranger to luxury. Every outfit he owned was trimmed in silk. Every piece of furniture in his home was handcrafted from rare wood and upholstered in the finest fabrics. The cheapest liquor in his cabinet cost more then the average man earned in four or five days of honest labor. His freezer was stocked the finest cuts of meat, the refrigerator lined with the most exotic seafood. His cigarettes were expensive, and his drugs were manufacturer direct. Everything Lorraei wore, touched, and enjoyed was lavish and luxurious.

Of course it also existed in a miniscule scale. His home with it's expensive liquor and hand made furniture, was in fact a modified AT-360 light freighter. His wardrobe consisted of about eight outfits. The rare and exotic foods he kept were meant for him and one guest. His drugs were a rare party favor for those like [member="Cryax Bane"]. This elaborate vacation that his Chiss consort had arranged was well beyond Ray's lifestyle. As such the effect it had on the desert Companion was rather profound. The private shuttle to the elegant rolling villa, private beaches, massive gardens, it all left Lorraei slack jawed in disbelief. He had never aimed to visit such exclusive locations, content with walking through the forests of Endor on foot, or traversing the sands of Tatooine by drawback.

Ray's dark gaze swept over his consort and for an instant he was overwhelmed by a burning desire. He stepped up to the Chiss, robes flowing around them as Ray gripped Cryax's face, kissing him roughly on the mouth.

"Your trying to spoil me pateesa. I'm fairly certain I'm okay with it too. Do you think that makes me a bad person?"

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax yielded to the other man's kiss with equal ferocity. If Ray kept that up, they'd never leave their villa. When their lips parted, Cryax swigged straight out of the bottle of champagne, and gave his companion a wide grin.

"Lorraei, you're a man who was made to be spoiled." The Chiss gave the man a wink and then chuckled as he poured Ray a glass of bubbly.

"Besides, I'm going to make you work for it."

He would leave the details of that particular task to Ray's imagination.

The Chiss handed the flute to his companion, then sat cross-legged on the fluffy white hover bed. He had laid out all of his illegal substances on the bed in neat little rows. Purple Lotus. Brain Jagger. Giggledust. From the street drugs sold on the sector corners of Nar Shaddaa, to the newest designer spices going up the noses of rich Coruscanti teens, he had it all. Tapping on the blue transparent touch screens that floated out in front of his face from his ARCs, the Chiss began to scroll through the different attractions listed on the Quanera Holosite, scanning them with his glowing red eyes.

"What do you want to do first? They have sunbathing. A pool bar. Scuba diving. Hot springs." His blue-skinned fingers continued to scroll as he rattled off the activities.

He stopped and looked up at Ray expectantly. Truth be told, Cryax would be happy spending the entire trip karked out of their skulls in their villa, but he wanted his companion to feel special and wanted. There were many perks to having a rich crime lord as a client, and Cryax wanted Ray to enjoy them all to the fullest.

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[Lorraei]

Ray took the offered drink and flashed his own grin, boyish dimples creasing his cheeks. He waved a hand, dismissing Cryax's first comment. He was no Twi'lek destined to sit idle on some cushion. "Oh I'm sure you have something planned for reimbursement."

He sipped his champagne, eyeing Cryax over the rim of his glass. Now there was an interesting view. Cryax and his dark stained soul idling away on a field of fluffy white as though he were an innocent. A thought struck and Ray smiled anew. He advanced on his Chiss lover slowly, his body rolling sensually with each stride. His free hand rose to touch Cryax's chest, fingers splayed. He leaned a little weight into his caress. "Lean back some. Rest yourself on your right hand."

Lorraei flashed a wicked grin and turned away. His hand skimmed over the bed briefly before he plucked up two Deathsticks. He set the first to his lips and lit it with a lighter he kept tucked in his sash. Taking a small drag from it he moved to Cryax once more. Ray exhaled a cloud of pinkish smoke and set the Deathstick in Cryax's lips. "Here. I don't want to sunbathe. I'm from Tatooine, lover mine. It's all sand and two suns. Pick something involving the water. Like scuba diving. I don't really know what you do but it sounds better than sitting in the sand."

He lit the second Deathstick, inhaling deeply, his eyes fluttering shut as he savored the sensation of the drug flooding his system. When he exhaled and opened his eyes again, a pleased hum rumbled in his throat. "Keep your right leg folded like that but straighten your left. Let it hang off the bed."

Lorraei began moving Cryax's limbs, directing him with gentle pushes and a stern voice. The Desert Fox had been struck by a thought, a desire and nothing was going to stop him from fulfilling his want. Not even the stubborn streak of some young crime lord.

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[Cryax Bane]

There was something in Ray's eyes that said that he wasn't exactly in the mood for an outdoors adventure. Instead of answering right away, he sipped his champagne coyly, and then approached Cryax with a seductive smile. The Companion lay his hand on Cryax's blue-skinned chest and slowly pressed him backwards, with a gentle instruction to lean back on his right hand. The glowing red eyes of the Chiss were full of curiosity. Ray was about to do something special to him, and the thought made his heart drum out of control.

An audible swallow was all that he could manage.

Ray lit a deathstick for the crime lord and placed it between Bane's lips. The thick pink smoke whirled down his throat and lungs, its hallucinogenic chemicals heading straight to his bloodstream. He blew a few pink tendrils out his nose and watched Ray from hooded lids.

"Holonet off," said the Chiss, and the myriad of blue transparent screens flickered out of existence. An excited grin crossed Bane's face as his handsome companion manhandled him into a specific position, posing him like a slender blue mannequin. He obediently bent his right leg and hung his left off the bed, just as instructed. Through a cloud of pink smoke, two gleaming red eyes watched Ray intently. The crime lord didn't need to talk. His expression said it all.

Scuba diving could definitely wait.

[member="Lorraei"]

 

[Lorraei]

Ray smiled coyly, his voice purred as he spoke, "Good. Very good, ch'eo ch'acah." He moved forward again, raking his fingers through Cryax's hair. Caressing at first, then purposely messing the Chiss' hair.

Lorraei turned away, leaving his lover posed upon the bed to watch, longingly as the Desert Fox sauntered off slowly. Without turning to face the Chiss, Ray called back over his shoulder, "Stay just like that pateesa. I have to fetch something special from my luggage."

A few moments of rummaging left nearly stacked bags scattered and Ray muttering angrily. Suddenly he stood with a triumphant exclamation. He returned presently, a leather case under his arm and an odd device in hand. With a daft motion the device was opened, three legs emerging as it unfolded. He smiled broadly, "Are you still going to spoil me love?"

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Colors took on a dream-like intensity as the crime lord lounged obediently for his companion, casually danging his naked blue thigh from the bed. Ray's robes shimmered brightly, and his tanned skin glowed like the suns of his desert home world. Cryax unabashedly admired the view. The little pink tube drooped precariously from the side of Bane's lips as he continued to indulge in the drug. Trade a few minutes of his life to enjoy this feeling with a gorgeous man in his bedroom? Totally worth it.

The Chiss let out a satisfied murmur as his hair was fondled, then he watched Ray ferret out "something special" from his luggage. Bane craned his neck to get a better look. His curiosity was killing him.

That "something special" took the form of a black briefcase and an unknown three-legged device. A cold panic suddenly clutched at his chest. Cryax had been tortured mercilessly during his time as the Red Ravens President, so understandably, an unknown device made the Chiss a bit itchy. Not to mention there was still an unclaimed five million credit bounty on his head. It wasn't beyond the realm of possibility that someone had offered Ray some credits to-

Nah, he wouldn't do that would he? It was paranoid nonsense. As the Chiss was floating around in the euphoric ocean of deathstick-induced oblivion, his fearful moment passed, and he soon returned to his artificial heaven.

He eyed the device and raised a blue-black brow. Gleaming red eyes stayed pinned to the instrument that was held in the other man's bronze fingertips.

"Ray, I will spoil you until you can no longer stand it."

Lips spread in a dopey grin, he continued to wait for his companion's special treatment. Whatever strange thing Ray was about to do, Cryax trusted that it would feel exquisite.

[member="Lorraei"]

 

[Lorraei]

Lorraei smiled anew as he set the unusual tripod on the floor just a few feet away from the Chiss crime lord. His gaze swept over his lover posed so elegantly upon their bed, his vision swam in a riot of mesmerizing colors. The rich azure of Cryax's skin splayed across the heavenly field of white. The bottomless crimson pools that served as his eyes. Ray was lost briefly in a drug induced haze, transfixed by his lover's beautiful features.

Something ugly cut through him like a knife, burned away his blissful state in an instant. Fear. Ugly and hateful. In his drug fogged mind Lorraei had trouble determining why he was so suddenly, painfully, frightened. The sensation was gone before he could determine it's origin. For several moments he simply stood there, eyes downcast, a frown creasing his delicate features. As Cryax spoke Ray snapped back to reality, or as near to it as the drugs coursing through him would allow. He spoke in reply, his voice softened by a fear he could not understand. "Pateesa."

He managed nothing more. Fear and pain chewed at his mind. Sensations he was largely unfamiliar with. Ray had long lived a peaceful, pampered lifestyle in which he wanted for nothing and suffered not at all. His gaze settled on the bottomless wells of Cryax's own gaze, realization slowly dawning. Not his own fear, his lover's.

No thought was involved, it was instinctive, a reaction to a desire, as pheromones filled the air nearest the half Zeltron. Lorraei stepped up to Cryax, laying his leather case on the bed beside the man. "Do I frighten you Cryax? Do I unnerve you, lover mine?"

A hand rose to cup the Chiss' face gingerly, "Shall I show you what is in the case, love? Would that put you at ease?"

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[Cryax Bane]

Through filaments of purple smoke, a rut formed in Cryax's brow. His eyes wandered to the leather case and then back to his companion. Ray had picked up on his flash of anxiety.

With his mouth twisted in a sheepish expression, Bane shrugged and then confessed. "Well, yeah, I guess I'm a little unnerved. I'm not good with surprises, Ray."

Years of being a crime boss had left the slicer's trust eroded. He'd been double-crossed, feth, triple-crossed, and he was gun shy. Bane badly wanted to trust his handsome companion, but old habits died hard. Along with his ever-present paranoia, his attraction to Ray made him feel vulnerable. Cryax liked to be in complete control. Even with the artificial bliss, letting go did not come easy to him.

The Chiss plunked the empty deathstick on the night stand and blew the last vestiges of purple smoke out of his lungs. As waves of Zeltron phermones clouded the air around him, his lips twisted into a sleepy smile. Damnit the man had such a spell on him.

"Blast you, stop teasing me, Ray," he laughed. He took Ray's hand and kissed it, then leaned back into the suggested position.

"Just show me what's in the fething case already."

[member="Lorraei"]

 

[Lorraei]

Lorraei flashed a mischievous smile, something that most likely only served to further his consort's anxiety. One hand rose slowly to trail through Cryax's blue black hair. "Peace, lover mine. You need not got yourself so worked up."

He lend in carefully, letting his lips brush against Cryax's for a fleeting moment before drawing away so he could set the leather case across the man's legs. "I want to give you something very special Forlac'rya'xitodo. Something I have only given to one other person in all my life."

With a few daft motions the case feel open. Inside, resting in perfect rows, was a collection of brushes, pens, pencils and other various art supplies. Even to the untrained eye it was clear this satchel of artist's tools was expensive and well cared for. "Model for me. That I might render my lover immortal for all the galaxy to admire as I do."

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Red anxious eyes closed for a moment as Ray threaded his tan fingers through the Chiss' hair. Then the half-Zeltron leaned in for one of those teasing kisses that drove Cryax mad. Bane sighed and looked down at the curious black leather case that lay across his legs.

Ray's mysterious black case was opened to reveal an assortment of art supplies. Cryax blinked, speechless. He'd been photographed a zillion times, but no one had ever wanted to paint or draw him. As flattered as he was by Ray's sudden burst of inspiration, it wasn't exactly kind of activity he had been longing for.

"C'mere, you little csab." he chided, pulling Ray on top of him on the bed. He began to deftly move his blue-skinned hands underneath the man's robes, a huge grin planted on his face. He craned up his neck to trace his lips feverishly along Ray's neck, then leaned back, hands unrelenting.

"Can't you do that some other time, visahot? If you want to show me your admiration, there are much better ways than paint and charcoal."

[member="Lorraei"]

 

[Lorraei]

"Ch'ah k'ir nah csab." Ray cried as the Chiss pulled him down. Luckily he still had a hold on his leather case of artists equipment, barely pulling it clear as he fell atop his lover. Cool blue digits worked through the folds of Lorraei's bizarre red and purple robes, nails scraping against his armorweave undershirt. The desert Companion's breath caught in a gasp as Cryax's adorations assailed his throat and neck.

"Cryax." He managed between gasps. "You promised. Ah. To spoil me. Remember? It is something I want to do." It was all the argument he could muster before the Chiss' affection, and the haze of the Deathsticks, overcame him.

A hand rose to push Cryax's shoulder down against the bed. Ray's lips seeking his lover's hungrily. Losing himself in the heated exchange. Pheromones flooded the air. Time became irrelevant. Grasping hands and the harsh rake of nails robbed the young half breed of rational thought.

[member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

Cryax loved that he could break down Ray's composure with a few well placed kisses and skilled hands. He and Ray whiled away a few hours in each other's arms, doing what a companion and a consort did best. When the two men were finished, Cryax sat up and began looking for his stash of exotic substances. Cryovials of spice and packets of pills that were once neatly arranged in rows on the bed, now lay in various and sundry piles around the suite. The Chiss began to gather up his treasures, inspecting each of vial to make sure that not one expensive drop was spilled or lost.

There was Giggledust, Shadowpaw, Brain Jagger, Chugger’s Chaw, Armudu Spice, Tempest, among a host of other addictive substances. If it was being sold on a street corner on Nar Shaddaa or Antecedent, it was here on the bed with them. With a meticulousness that bordered on obsessive-compulsive, Cryax painstakingly lined the containers up according to potency. The first row contained the mildest substances. In the last row lay the brain fryers. He turned to Ray with a devilish grin.

“What do you say we do some spice and then go exploring the beach?”

[member="Lorraei"]

 

[Lorraei]

With a contented sigh Lorraei rolled a pillow beneath his head. His coal black eyes were only half open as he watched Cryax fuss over vials and containers of narcotics. A small smile played across the desert Companion's features. One hand came up, the tips of his fingers tracing a network of lines along the Chiss' back and side. Old scars, the souvenirs of past tormentors. He forced his attention elsewhere before thoughts of what had caused those marks could ruin his mood and send him into a raging tantrum.

A real smile cut across his lips. Such perfect, peaceful organization his lover had managed. A place for every drug and every drug in it's place. A temptation that the rogue simple could not pass up. "If that is what you would like to do lover mine. Which spice did you have in mind?"

A small investment of will power lifted a particularly potent vial from the top row into the air. It spun end over end lazily just a few inches above the bed. Ray's free hand rose, his fingers dancing, as another vial lifted from the bed. The two spun around one another, flipping end over end. Then a third joined them. Each from different places in Cryax's organized line up. A small chuckle escaped the half Zeltron as he tried bring a fourth vial into the air.

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