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Title -- "Love and Loyalty": Book One "The Hour of Songs" Chapter 5 Part 2 and Book Two: "Aeren" Chapter One Part 1
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love.

WARNING: Child abuse. Some content may be disturbing for some readers.



PART I PART II
PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII



“Divinity!” Rorvian gasped.

“Who is it? Do you have a name? A house?” Kovar prodded.

“Not exactly,” said the Avatar. He looked down and bit his lip. “It’s a face I recognize. I remember where I saw him…It was a long time ago.” He looked uncomfortable and bright red spots formed on his cheeks. He had trouble looking Kovar in the eyes. His aura cooled and waned. The memory was a deeply unhappy one.

“What is it?” Kovar said, very gently.

The Avatar paused and worried his lip some more. He took a deep breath, but did not raise his eyes. “I was a little boy. It was at the Lady Sere’s house.”

Kovar went cold. He could feel curiosity streaming off Rorvian, but Seren was as shielded as a fortress. Kovar hesitated then carefully took the Avatar’s hand in his own. He could feel relief then, surrender, and deep trust.

“Rorvian, I need you to leave,” said Kovar in a quiet voice of command.

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Title -- Love and Loyalty PART VII
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

PART I PART II
PART III Part IV
Part V Part VI


There was a clumsy scramble for clothes and dignity to meet Jorvana’s 15 minute deadline. A part of Kovar wanted to bark at her and send her on her way without her prize Major in tow, but he didn’t want to offend the Avatar or risk losing favor, even though the Avatar was slow to vex, and quick to forgive. There was no time for a shower with water, with blood in his hair, the smell of sweat and bile, and his desperate need to feel the warm, relaxing torrent over his skin. He had to settle for a few passes of the cleanwave, which did not satisfy.

Rorvian was not his valet, but acted as one this evening. Kovar hadn’t assigned anyone to serve him in his private apartments since coming to the Avatar’s household, and had been as solitary and celibate as an acolyte since Saveris’s death. He’d brought no servants with him, as the Avatar could not afford them and he would be insulted if Kovar paid for them himself, even though Kovar was considerably wealthier than the Avatar.

Even in his haste, Kovar carefully and reverently folded his soiled uniform. He removed the wide silver sash he wore, the symbol of his mourning, and set it aside. It was the only outward display of grief Kovar made after Saveris’s funeral. The sash had come through his struggle with Trevian unsoiled.

Rorvian presented Kovar with a clean formal uniform from the Major’s closet. There had only been time to make two of the expensive garments since Kovar had come to serve the Avatar, so his dress options were limited. He could have had Saveris’s uniforms altered to suit him, but Kovar had insisted on sending them to eternity in the company of his dead lover on the funeral pyre. They took months to make, as only an acolyte of the Avatar’s house was permitted to create them by hand. Kovar found the ritual and expense involved absurd, but then, he had insisted on destroying an article of clothing so rare and meticulously crafted it qualified as an art object. After that, he supposed, he had no right to meddle in the traditions of the Avatar’s house.

Kovar frowned at the silver and white garment Rorvian held out to him. “No,” he said. “Something less formal.”

Rorvian looked confused. “For a private dinner with the Avatar?”

Kovar had dined with the Avatar in the company of others, but never privately. And never since he’d come to serve Seren. Seren, though genuinely fond of Kovar, had been unable to get past a childlike awe of men from Teramis, with their size and severity and cool discipline. Saveris had been the exception: his easy charm, kind manner, and extraordinary patience had won Seren’s trust and his heart. And while Seren trusted Kovar completely, he could never quite get over the feeling he was being judged whenever the Major looked at him.

Everyone felt this about Kovar, but Seren was too young and insecure not to take it personally.

“No, no, something I’d wear to a night with friends. Loose trousers, a shirt. Didn’t I bring anything from home?

Rorvian was at a loss. Kovar had never worn anything but the uniforms of the Avatar’s house since coming here, so he had no idea what Kovar might have in his closets. While the Major moved the wand of the cleanwave over his naked body and grabbed for fresh smallclothes, Rorvian discreetly turned away to give Kovar privacy, and made a dash to the closet again. A servant would be used to this kind of intimacy with a superior, but Rorvian was not, and his cheeks flushed at the sight of the former prince in his impressive glory.


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Title -- Love and Loyalty PART V
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

PART I PART II
PART III PART IV




Seren wasn’t quite certain if Kovar meant what he had just said, and didn’t care to challenge him on it. He looked nervously from Rorvian to the Major, waiting for one of them to make the next move.

Rorvian looked at the Avatar kindly. “Would you care for another drink, Divinity?”

“Yes, thank you,” said Seren, quietly. Kovar didn’t quite approve of how much Seren drank. The Avatar sometimes lost control, meaning that Kovar, the strongest Shield on Ovanan, had to spend an inordinate amount of time trailing about after him to make sure that all-powerful mind didn’t leak something either terribly personal, or terribly important. He looked on as Seren accepted another full flask, and put it to his lips, drinking deeply.

Seren caught Kovar’s hint of disapproval at how quickly and deeply he quaffed the wine. He choked a little as he tried to stop in mid gulp, looking guiltily aside at Kovar’s stern face.

He glanced at Rorvian then, delicately licking his lips as he sloshed the flask a bit for emphasis and said, “I think I’ve had enough.”

Rorvian smiled, and took the flask. “Perhaps some water?”

Seren nodded, trying to reflect the sincerity of Rorvian’s smile with one of his own, but only managed a wan imitation. The Avatar looked pale, bruised under the eyes, stress showing through his translucent skin.

Kovar looked on approvingly as Rorvian returned from the bar with a tumbler of iced water, which Seren sipped dutifully and without enthusiasm. He dabbed his forehead with his hand, cold from the tumbler and Rorvian rushed forward to serve again, bringing a cold cloth for the Avatar’s temple and neck. These the Avatar accepted gratefully, and returned to sit on the couch with a weary sigh.

“Well,” said the Avatar in his soft voice. “Assuming you are not actually going to eat his heart and…you know…defecate it…what are you going to do about this person?”

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Title -- Love and Loyalty PART IV
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

PART I PART II
PART III

A soldier, Kovar knew an impressive array of profane exclamations, and he used a good number of them in a very short span of time, including an expansive blasphemy about the Supreme Being, who was sitting open-mouthed in a chair to his left, and who waved a hand delicately at the launch of another "God damn it!" volley, declaring weakly "I'm still here."

Kovar came back to himself, and looked apologetically at the Avatar. "I beg your pardon, Divinity. Most sincerely." He meant it on some level, too. Rorvian, having been summoned by Kovar's urgent mental call, stepped ashen-faced through the door.

"What the hell is this!?!" Kovar snarled, waving the crystal in the air.

Rorvian looked ill. "I tried to tell you, Sir," he stammered.

Kovar gritted his teeth and said in a deadly quiet tone, "I never touched that man!"

"Oh?" Seren said, surprised, because he would have sworn he'd seen, via the sensor crystal, the Major enthusiastically performing an oral sex act on one of his soldiers, the aforementioned Trevian, who called Kovar by name and urged him to swallow.

"Oh?" echoed Rorvian.

"I did not!" barked Kovar.

Kovar grabbed another crystal from the small box. He made a noise of disgust and chose yet another, then offered it to the Avatar.


"My lord, please tell me what you see here."

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Title -- Love and Loyalty PART III
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

PART I

PART II


Kovar froze. He could feel Rorvian's control waiver, a trembling pulse between them.



The Avatar, unheeding, stepped through the door, a tablet in his hand. He wore a short, flowing lavender tunic over a pair of pale green leggings. In this costume, he looked as fragile and rare as one of the blossoms in his exotic gardens.

He was considerably shorter than the average Ovanan. If he stood up very straight, he barely reached Kovar's shoulder. But then, he was still very young, having ascended to the throne of the Avatar when he was still a child. Like many of Ovanan's most gifted psionics, he would likely never grow to be very tall. This did not diminish the graceful line of his legs.

The crystal reduced his appeal to mere prettiness. In person, Seren's beauty was astonishing, even on a world where physical appeal was common. He possessed a magnificent aura the crystal could not capture. Despite his loveliness, he was sometimes awkward, and (Kovar felt from their very first meeting,) intimidated by the Major's stern presence. Only when he was masquerading as his rebellious counterpart Rieken did his wit and daring show themselves.

"I found the documentation you asked me about," Seren said, tapping the tablet, smiling shyly as he did so. He must have come directly from the temple down the hall as his song had only just been completed. He was sweaty from having worn his light lavender and green tunic and hose under the heavy ceremonial gown, and from running down the hall like the boy he was. His hair was slightly mussed. Knowing Seren, the ancient and costly ceremonial gown had been dumped in a heap somewhere between the temple and Kovar's office. "I have the expense account estimates for the new staff. I was wondering if you -"

He paused uncomfortably, blinking in confusion. He looked from Kovar to Rorvian, and back again. His face took on a knowing expression.

"I'm - I'm so sorry. I've interrupted you."

He sometimes forgot he was the Supreme Being, and behaved like the gawky boy he was, apologizing for interrupting his own staff in his own palace. Kovar never quite got used to that.

Seren began to blush furiously, stepping back from the two men. "I didn't know. I'm so sorry."

It took Kovar a moment to figure out exactly what Seren was backing away from, what he thought he was interrupting.

And then he realized...the crystals.

The room was filled with powerful sensations which emanated from them, waves of desire. Kovar groaned inwardly and caught Rorvian's horrified glance. The sergeant began to blush as deeply as the Avatar did.

Seren tried to back out of the room before Kovar called to him, even as he quickly snatched at the crystal shards to shove them back into the box.

"Please don't go, my Lord, there is something very important we need to - DAMN!" One of the shards sliced his finger, and Rorvian darted forward to finish the task of stowing the bits of pornographic material away as Kovar scrambled for a handkerchief to tend his hand. Seren paused at the door in confusion, watching them. The moment the cover on the little box was closed, the powerful feeling of lust dissolved.

Seren looked even more confused at that.

"Damn," muttered Kovar, again. He saw Seren raise a pale eyebrow.

"Rorvian, step outside. I need to speak to the Avatar in private."

Rorvian looked uncertain. "But, sir..."

"What did I say to you?" It was said very loudly and the Avatar jumped. Kovar was not in the mood for argument. The Major glanced at the Avatar in insincere apology. Rorvian made a hasty bow, gave obeisance to the Avatar who smiled wanly in response, and then scrambled out, sealing the door of Kovar's office behind him.

Seren didn't seem to know what to say, so he looked about, still wondering what had happened to the powerful romance he thought he'd interrupted. He motioned toward the bandaged hand and inquired blandly, "Are you hurt badly?"

Kovar had already forgotten that he sliced open his finger, even though the handkerchief was still wrapped clumsily around it to staunch the trickle of blood.
"No, don't trouble yourself, Divinity." He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. He hoped at some point in the not-too distant future he would find the events of the day amusing, and looked about the desk for his gloves without success. They'd fallen to the floor and he was standing on them. He sighed.

"My Lord, will you please sit and speak with me? I have...we have something very important we need to discuss." He reached down and peevishly retrieved his expensive formal gloves.

As usual, Seren did as he was asked. He was sometimes as pliant as a servant, but he had a look of trepidation on his face. When Kovar wanted to discuss something, it was never good news.

Kovar was sure the Avatar wasn't expecting what was coming.

Seren smiled shyly again. "Rorvian is very handsome. I am happy for you," he said, kindly.

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PART I is HERE.

Title -- Love and Loyalty PART II
Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- D'mer is on Kimar, fulfilling his marital duties. Kovar and Seren are truly alone for the first time.

The young guard before him trembled with embarrassment, handing over a small box for Kovar's examination. Kovar had already been loosely informed of the contents.

As the supreme officer of the Avatar's guard, he would have to view the evidence himself to make his own judgment.

Kovar opened the box, and inside found a small cache of sensor crystals. As soon as he lifted the lid, he could sense their purpose. They emitted a wave of erotic pleasure.

The guard, a trusted sergeant named Rorvian, tried to control his response to the flood of emotion, unsuccessfully.

"You may want to wear your gloves, sir," he said.

Kovar's eyebrow lifted. "I see." He reached into his desk drawer and removed a pair of meticulously crafted ceremonial gloves, which he then drew over his long, powerful hands. Then he lifted one of the crystals.

Even through the gloves he felt a tingling sensation that reached all the way from his fingers and straight to his groin. He put the crystal down with distaste.

"They're all like that, sir," said Rorvian quietly.

"Pornography is forbidden in this house," stated Kovar in a clipped voice.

"Yes, sir. But..." and Rorvian paused, searching for how to say what needed to be said next. Then decided not to say it all all and let the crystals speak for themselves. "You need to have a look at them, sir."

One of Kovar's thin, black eyebrows shot up again. Rorvian's discomfort was as palpable as the wave of passion leeching out of the crystal. Kovar looked down at the box again. The crystals were small, but the container was filled with them.

He picked up another, holding it gingerly, and let the wave of lust wash over him. He ordered his mind, compartmentalizing the feeling, willing it aside so he could view the contents of the crystals dispassionately.

He saw a slender man, kneeling on a bed, in a room decorated expensively, but in vulgar taste. His hair was a fall of silver, and it shielded his face from view. He was moaning ecstatically, urging his lover on, said lover thrusting into him with complete abandon.

The lover was Lt. Trevian, a competent soldier, and reliable, and, at the moment, pushing in and out of the slender, white body before him with military precision. His eyes were closed and he was moaning even more loudly than the anonymous pierced man whose legs were spread wide on lushly embroidered purple sheets, as he struggled for purchase against Trevian's sweaty thrusts and the silky fabric of the bed.

Trevian had recorded his entertainment with some prostitute, then kept the delights of his personal hours for review while on duty. A breach of protocol, for which he would be roundly punished. But this wasn't the sort of thing Kovar cared to become directly involved in.

Kovar put down the crystal, his face the picture of distaste.

"I have no desire to watch this sort of display." A petty, vulgar matter. Kovar sneered. "Handle it."

Rorvian paled. "That's not all, sir. You must..." again Rorvian could barely bring himself to discuss the matter. "You must look again."

"You can't simply tell me?" Kovar snapped.

Rorvian looked as if he was going to faint. "Sir...I cannot."

Kovar's jaw dropped a little bit, and his mind raced to think of what exactly could be on this crystal that could make a strong man like Rorvian unable to speak the truth of it. Were there animals involved?

Sighing in annoyance, Kovar picked up the crystal again, reviewing where he had left off, a tedious chronicle of Trevian's enthusiastic pumping into another man's ass.

Trevian grabbed the silver fall of hair of his paramour and pulled at it like reins of an animal. The pierced boy's head snapped back, his lips slack, eyes half shut. And his face unmistakable.

The Avatar. The spiritual leader of Ovanan, the vessel of the God. Beautiful, delicate, and wailing like a madman, as he was enthusiastically gored by Trevian's eager prick.

Kovar dropped the crystal in shock. It hit his desk and shattered.

"I'm sorry, sir." Rorvian sounded terrified. "I couldn't...I couldn't say...you had to see this for yourself. It's not something I could bring to the attention of..."

"No, no of course not. You did the right thing. Thank you." Kovar took off his gloves and used them to mop his brow. Disaster. Utter disaster. If word got out..."Who else knows of this?"

"There's more," said Rorvian, his voice a small rasp.

Kovar groaned in the pit of his soul. What could be more than this?

The door to his office chimed, a visitor requesting entry. And as usual, when the visitor was the Avatar himself, he did not wait for permission to enter.

The Avatar's young, smiling, perfectly beautiful and utterly innocent face peered through the entry. His magnificent silver hair was unbound, framed his face, fell in a stream to the floor. Kovar and Rorvian's last view of the glorious stream had been when a man was using it to whip his head up and down while he was being fucked.

"Major Kovar, may I have a word with you?"
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I may be a few more days trying to finish The Avatar's Seduction, because I got in the middle of it and realized I had a much better idea for getting to a close to canon Seren/Kovar pairing. I asked Colleen Doran a few questions about Seren's past that I think will make the new story a lot more workable as a pairing. Mostly I just want to get Kovar and Seren together, but I want it to make sense, too and I'm not sure Seren getting drunk is quite enough, Ha!

I just think they'd make such an amazing couple. Of course, I also think D'mer and Kovar would be a great pairing, and I know I could make that work. I am also working on a really hot story about Bast and Brent. Brent gets everything he wants and so does Bast! And then a Galahad/Liana.

Oh well, fanfic doesn't have to be perfect, I just hope everyone is enjoying reading the new stories. We are getting about 200 page views a day now, up from nothing, so that is really cool!

If you want to add your fanfic, please let me know!

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