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Harry stood in the middle of the small village that was hidden in the forest. Cain had disappeared to go into a hut separated from the rest, and though no words were said Harry had a very clear understanding that he wasn't to be going anywhere. He sighed as he looked through his lashes at all the people staring at him, wondering what sort of mess he had gotten himself into now.
Cain bowed before the shaman's hut, waiting to be allowed inside. Cain's hair was long and dusty brown, held back by a leather strap it fell a little past his shoulders, his skin was tan and covered in scars and dirt. He was tall and muscular, his bow and arrows were strapped to his back and he had several knives on his hips, all of them top quality. He was the village's lead hunter, gathering most of the food that they ate and stored for winter he served as a chief to these people but for matters such as this he always turned to the village shaman, he knew the physical world, and the shaman was their guide to the spiritual.
Bellion looked up when he sensed Cain outside of his hut and smiled softly, his pale blind eyes turned to the door and he said softly "Cain…you know there is no reason for you to humble yourself…you are always welcome in my hut."
Bellion had long midnight black hair that trailed behind him in the breeze when he walked; it was pooled around him shimmering in the limited light that was from the flickering candles surrounding him. His clothing was a simple loose long vest and matching pants, his arms and fingers were covered with bangles and jewelry, his ears had long dangling pieces of amber and silver hoops on the tip.
Cain entered the hut and took a minute to absorb the sight of the beautiful shaman before him. As always the shaman's hut smelled of incense, sandalwood and vanilla, he pulled himself away from these distracting thoughts and said "We came across something strange in our hunting traps…I want to know if it was dangerous."
Bellion sighed, for two years now he and Cain had been dancing around their feelings. Once they had been as close as could be, but when Cain became the Chief of the village he begun to think that their closeness was improper, that he was 'tainting' the shaman somehow. Bellion's head bowed and he played with a ring that Cain had given him before. He missed the closeness they used to share, so much so that it caused him physical pain sometimes.
Cain stepped forward when Bellion did not reply "Shaman Bellion?" He said softly, concerned about his old friend's silence. He came up behind the shaman, further frightened when Bellion did not respond to him he gently sat next to him and looked at the mystic closely. He sighed when he saw that Bellion had merely fallen into a trance, no doubt gathering information on their 'guest'.
When Bellion came out of his trance he felt tears coursing down his cheeks "That poor boy…" he murmured to himself. He wanted to seek the comfort of Cain's arms, but knew that he would only be a burden to the chief.
For a moment Cain almost weakened against his resolve and was tempted to take Bellion into his arms and wipe away the tears that marred his beautiful face. Instead he leaned in, but could not resist wiping away a few tears "What is it Bellion…what do your eyes see?"
Bellion gave a shuddering sigh at the warm hand that cupped his cheek and pressed into it, shivering as he relieved the nightmare he had visited. "The boy…his parents were killed by an evil sorcerer before his eyes when he was over a year old, he was put into the care of relatives who abused him….then he met the Prince…Prince Derek and they became very close, then others from the world he had once been in came and wanted to take him away, the Prince went with him, he wanted to protect him, they are in love, they came back for Christmas…and….and the Prince couldn't protect him…he was taken away by Rothbart, he was supposed to be a swan but the spell went wrong…and now they are apart…" More tears fell "Their souls burn for each other and yet…they will not meet for some time."
Cain watched Bellion's pain and asked softly "So he is not a danger?" Bellion shook his head "Not to us…only to himself if certain things should happen." Cain didn't press and began to make Bellion some of his calming tea,
Bellion heard Cain making him tea and weakly smiled, Cain would make him tea every time he had a vision. He wiped away his tears and turned back to the flickering candles, trying to calm himself so that his emotions were far away from his mind and heart…where they belonged.
Cain made sure that Bellion was calm before exiting the hut and going to the boy "Forgive me, but my concern is always with my village first, now that we know you are not a threat feel welcome to stay…if you want we can refill your supplies." He looked critically at the small bag the boy had with him, it was not enough for more than a few days, he noted to prepare the boy better and perhaps teach him a few tricks for the forests as well.
Harry looked up at the chief with his clear green eyes "Thank you very much…I would appreciate that." Cain's dark blue eyes haunted Harry for some reason, the shadows in them, the pain, they all looked out of place in the man's blue depths but Harry was too young to know what put them there, and for that the chief was grateful.
"Are you sure it is a good idea to be with these…people?" Jean Bob was going to say something else before Speed had raised a paw in warning. Harry laughed; they had been given a spare hut by the people of the village and were invited to stay as long as they needed to. Harry was glad to have a safe place where they could make a better plan. "Yes…A very good one." He answered.
Bellion gazed blindly at the candles before him; he stiffened and made a soft sound as he was drawn into a vision. He had been searching for the young Prince, wondering what fate had in store for these two souls. He found him at the lake that Harry had been trapped at before and smiled sadly, fate was often that away, his smile turned upwards when the Prince found signs of Harry going back into the forest and decided to rest for the night before following them. Though he stayed in the forest rather than at the lake, a wise choice if Rothbart was in the area. Bellion sighed as he pulled himself out of the vision, he was shameless he knew, but he wanted love so desperately, but could not see into his own future or a future that heavily involved him, which was why he was secluded from the village. So he had to content himself with peeking into the future of the young couple and the answer he received was satisfying.
Cain tossed in his hut, grunting on his bed as he struggled against the nightmare "No…no don't! Bellion!" He whispered, tormented by phantom shapes and forms.
In his nightmare Bellion was waist deep in the pool that they had bathed in when they were younger, they had done other things in that pool as well, but he disciplined his mind away from those memories. Bellion had his back turned to him, naked in the pale moonlight as he walked to the deep part of the pond, his hair spread out like a flower around him. "Bellion!" He screamed, pleading for the Shaman to stop.
The dream Bellion turned towards him slowly "You've betrayed me Cain…It hurts too much to live and yet not be alive, I won't do it anymore…I can't, I do not have your strength, or your cold heart."
Cain was confused at these words "What do you mean? I never betrayed you!" Here Bellion frowned and said "No I suppose not, after all, your duty is to the village, as your lover I should understand I am not as important."
Cain's gut twisted at those words and he stepped forward "NO! That's not true." He trembled, when he had become Chief he had thought he was being selfish by distracting Bellion with his physical needs. He longed for Bellion every time they were close, and felt a painful stabbing in his heart when they were a part, but he wanted to do what was best for the village.
Bellion smiled sadly at him and said "But it is Cain…you no longer love me…you don't need me, you only see your precious 'shaman' not your friend, and certainly not your lover!" Bellion shook his head causing small waves in the pool "I can't live in the shadow of our past any longer…goodbye."
Cain gasped as he woke, looking around in panic at his hut. Instinctively he looked to his right side, where Bellion would always sleep and felt his insides freeze when he saw that the spot was empty. "Bellion." He whispered, caressing the pillow where the dark haired shaman used to rest. "Oh Bellion…"
Bellion stiffened when he felt Cain outside of his tent, it was late, the village was asleep, and he wondered what his chief needed from him now. He had been thinking over past memories, now was the only time when he allowed himself to feel all the emotions he forbid himself during the day, it was the time he was least prepared to see the man who caused them. "Cain…" he whispered.
Cain took a moment to gather his strength before entering the hut. He was shocked at the sight before him. Bellion's eyes were opened, looking almost…in fear, at him, he saw the redness around them, saw the tear tracks, and saw the ring that was being played with by limber fingers. "Cain…" he heard whispered softly.
Cain slowly came forward and fell to his knees behind his beloved shaman, gathering Bellion's long hair into his hands so that he did not sit on them he gently used it as a pull to get the Shaman to fall against his chest. "Cain…why are you here?" Bellion whispered, trembling as he fell back into a strong firm chest.
Bellion was thin and willowy; he had no resistance as he was pulled back into that once familiar chest. "Cain why are you hear?" he asked though he was afraid of the answer he could not resist, if anything, this could be his final goodbye.
Cain closed his eyes at the pain in is loves' voice "I came for you…I have been so cold to you these past few years, I thought I was doing the right thing…but I cannot go on like this any longer…I need you my beloved Bellion."
Bellion had been prepared for excuses, for begging, and for just plain seduction. But hearing it spelled out so plainly to him, roused his anger, a rare thing indeed, he pulled out of his beloved's grip and turned his blank eyes narrowed at Cain. "My chief I believe that this is inappropriate between us."
Cain was shocked by Bellion's reaction and tried to bring him back into his arms "I am more than your Chief Bellion…so much more." His movement was once again denied as Bellion pulled away from him and pressed his back against the wall "Well forgive me if I don't remember my Chief…after all, for the past two years I have been nothing more than your shaman!"
Cain looked at his love desperately "I know I have wronged you, but…hearing about that boy and the Prince, two so in love yet destined to be apart until fate is kind enough to bring them back together again… and here I am, my soul mate within touching distance every day, and yet I ignore the pull because of some misguided sense of duty…I realize that I was wrong…please…please come back to me Bellion."
Bellion was frozen by those words, Cain was never that deep about anything, but he could only sense the truth coming from his old lover. "Tomorrow…tomorrow when the sun rises and you are once again the Chief of the Village, no longer the simple man named Cain that I love…will you forget these words? Will it all go back to the way it was?" Bellion didn't want that, he would be able to stand that if that was what was to happen.
Cain reached forward, his strong hands gripping Bellion's delicate shoulders as he said fiercely "Never…never again Bellion, when tomorrow's sun rises the village will know that I have chosen you…and only you Bellion, to be with me, to stand by my side, forever."
Bellion trembled and could resist no longer as he threw himself into Cain's strong arms "Cain…I have missed you." Cain said nothing; his only answer was a warm content smile as he gathered the shaman into his arms and carried the beautiful man to his tent, where he would always remain for the rest of their lives.
Bellion sighed as he was lowered into the bed they had shared so long ago "I would have thought you had changed it by now…" he said teasingly as skilled and familiar hands stripped him of his white formal clothing. He shivered in pleasure, closing his eyes as he felt fingers ghost over his chest. "Cain…" He gasped as a nipple was slowly rubbed.
"I wanted to…it was pure torture sleeping on it every night alone…but your scent was imbedded in it…I couldn't because it reminded me of you…" Cain answered lowering down and kissing Bellion's lips gently "Because of you…I need you Bellion." He straddled the smaller one's waist and removed his own clothing easily. Tonight he wasn't a chief, he wasn't a hunter, he was a man with the one he loved, and he had realized that was all he could ever ask for.
Bellion arched and cried out against his beloved's lips as firm strong hands rediscovered his body "Cain….ah…Cain…please! Not gentle caresses tonight…take me!" He was writhing in need against the bed as Cain so cruelly stroked his needy body and burning flesh.
Cain chuckled as he looked down at the disheveled wanton shaman beneath him "As you wish my beloved." He whispered sealing their lips in another kiss and preparing his love. He wanted to claim but he didn't want to hurt. He slowly pressed in, feeling that blinding white heat around him tightly again he shuddered, resisting the urge to thrust brutally to the hilt "Gods…how did I go two years without you Bellion?"
The shaman beneath him laughed and wrapped his milky white arms around the other's strong tanned neck "I'll never know…I nearly didn't make it myself." He hissed as he felt Cain go all the way to the hilt, he leaned in and traced the shell of his beloved's ear with his tongue "Claim me; take what has always been yours Cain!" Those were the last understandable words he said for the rest of the night. His sighs, moans, and screams was all he could do as his lover reminded them both why they had missed each other so.
Cain saw that Bellion could wait no longer and leaned in thrust deep hard and fast as he took one hard nipple into his mouth and bit down gently on it "Cum for me Bellion…cum!" Bellion looked up at him with a flushed expression "C-Cai…ahhh ahhhnnnn ahhh in!" He cried shivering as he was released and soon joined by Cain as well.
Derek waited in the darkness of the forest, he couldn't sleep, he was restless and yet he knew it was too dangerous to travel at night. He had been so close to finding Harry! He had found scraps of clothing, and strangely enough white beautiful feathers. He wanted to know what had happened to Harry; he kept one of the feathers with him. Instinctively he knew that it had something to do with Harry but not knowing what. He sighed and looked up at the stars. He was close; he would just have to keep searching.
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