What Decisions Can Bring to Be

Okay. One of my best friends is Turtle Babe. She has been writing a great story about Chot. He too is my favorite elf and I've been dared by Turtle Babe to write a Chot story of my own. Challenge accepted!

This is quite an alternative universe fic and possible yaoi so be warned.

I own nothing. Nothing.

Chapter Nine

Dart blushed with every grunt and whine the two lovers made, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. The joining was wild and seemed pleasant to both. Chot moaned as Zey's fingers carded through his longer locks before the two cried out as one as the union ended while the two elves spasmed against one another for a moment.

"Waited so long," Zey whispered, pulling Chot's to lie against him, "How did I never see what you were to me?"

"Wish you had because that was glorious," Chot panted as his bonded chuckled, "Want some more real soon."

A hand drew Dart away as the door was quietly shut by another's hand while the Wolfrider turned to see a wet-haired Henrik. The elder didn't look very happy at all as he glared at Dart.

"Um…sorry," Dart mumbled, looking down in embarrassment.

"That was not for your eyes," Henrik fussed as Door blushed, "I knew that the bond between Zey and my faunt would lead to a union. That was private for them. I followed when I saw you leave. My eldest faunt would be sick to know that you watched him like that."

"I know, but…it was beautiful," Dart admitted as Henrik's face softened, "Reminded me of my first love."

"The elf that my tribe killed," Henrik sighed, placing a hand to Dart's shoulder, "Zey told me of that day. I'm sorry for your loss."

"It was so long ago, but the pain still pulls," Dart admitted, looking down, "I have healed, but not enough to forget."

"Forgetting means that your lovemate wasn't important to you," Henrik pointed out as Dart growled, "See? He is still a part of your heart for you to feel anger at a possible slight. He'll always be with you then."

Dart nodded and then blushed as more noises sang from the room he had just been looking within.

"They need this," Henrik admitted with a grin, "Their bond is too strong not to end up with them becoming lifemates. Gives me more fuel to tease Zey with. Ha! Walk, Dart, and never spy on my faunt again. On with you. I've got to rescue my youngest faunt from my grandson."

Dart allowed himself to be led away and enjoyed watching Henrik instruct Jethel on making beads out of clay as No-name clamored to help a little while later.

Back with Chot and Zey:

Zey grinned as he enticed whimpers and whines out with each roll of his hips. Taking Chot was more pleasurable than any tumble in the furs with a she-elf. This was right.

"Should stop," Zey panted out as he continued to move within his bonded, "You are not fully healed."

"Okay, then poking stop," Chot huffed, pressing fully against Zey for better friction, "But I'll kill you later. Don't you dare bucking stop. Zey, more. Uhn. So…more, oh, more. More!"

Zey moved harder and groaned as his lover growled in pleasure. This was right. This was Chot and the stars he saw at completion were shared by his bonded. Would it always be like this? High Ones, he hoped so.

"Enough," Zey urged as Chot whimpered in his arms, "You are spent."

"Spent in the best way," Chot panted, looking up at Zey, "You are my first, Zey. I've had no other."

"Your first?" Zey gasped, sitting up, "What? All of the dances we danced. No one?"

"I've always just been 'that Chot,'" the other elf sighed, "I'm not the most attractive elf about and I tried too hard with ones that I knew would reject me. I see now that I did that so ones I really wanted wouldn't know and reject this silly Go-Back and break my heart. I've been too guarded in my life."

"I think all Go-Backs are," Zey groaned, leaning to kiss Chot once again, "You were never 'that' anything, Chot, and don't you ever say you are not attractive because you are, just like your sire. You are beautiful, loyal, and strong and I now realize you always have been. I think we never noticed our bond because our tribe doesn't acknowledge our true feelings well. It is okay to let down our guards and be vulnerable sometimes. Be mine always. Be my lifemate. Let me protect you and your son as much as I know I can trust you to protect me. Will you, Faunt?"

"I will," Chot agreed as Zey beamed, "Only on two conditions."

"What is it?" Zey asked, already picking up on his bonded's thoughts.

"One, stop calling me 'Faunt,'" Chot growled as Zey whipped his head back and laughed hard, "Two, one more ride. Intense like a dance. Show me, Go-Back. Show me your needs because one day when I'm stronger—I'm so going to show you mine."

Zey growled as his passions erupted and he showed his new lifemate what he wanted as Chot took it happily. It was primal instinct that had him pounding harder and harder while Chot cried out with each thrust. This was more than Go-Back joining, this was two bonded so fully that their souls were one.

"Mine," Zey snapped, nipping at Chot's shoulder as his lover nodded and arched more, "Won't share. Mine!"

The two bit back screams as the joining finished before falling asleep twined within one another's arms.

"Henrik is going to kill me," Zey whispered once he woke several hours later and looked to see the love bites he left on Chot's skin.

"You are so right, Boy," Henrik breathed as Zey turned to see the elf in guilty shock, "My faunt is still weakened. Couldn't you have held off a little longer for wrestling in the furs?"

"No," Zey moaned as he blushed, "The bond was too much for either Chot or myself and…no. I won't apologize. Get with you. My lifemate is still sleeping and I want him to stay that way."

"Lifemate?" Henrik questioned before reaching and twisting Zey's ear as the younger bit back a hiss of pain, "No more joinings. Period, Boy. Not until my faunt is well. The bond is complete now and you can learn some restraint or I'll knock the grease out of you."

"Father?" Chot questioned, rolling over before chortling at seeing Zey's pained face, "Let him go, Father. Zey go get some cursed food. I feel your hunger. You fed me and forgot to eat yourself. Father, I wish to bathe and see my cub and brother."

"Alright then, Faunt," Henrik agreed easily as he felt Chot's cheeks, "I think you are safe enough to move about a bit. Your fever is much lower than yesterday and I'm sure a nice bath will help you feel even better. Zey, go eat."

The red-head snorted as the furs were ripped away to wrap around Chot while the elder lifted his son and walked from the room.

"And that is my new kin now," Zey sighed, standing to clean himself with a bowl of water that Henrik must have brought, "This is going to be interesting."

Zey walked to the bathing chambers a little later and chuckled at seeing No-name have to be restrained by Jethel from leaping into the bath with Chot and Henrik. His lifemate reached to help the boy out of his leathers so that the cub could cuddle close and chirp question after question at Chot. It amazed Zey that his lifemate never once lost his patience with the lad. Chot had a rotten temper at times, but it seemed he curbed his brusqueness around the cubling.

"I ride in sparkly ball and eat fish porridge and meet Shenshen," No-name bragged as Chot listened while Henrik washed his son's mane, "Dart-elf let me pet his wolf and the wolf licked me, right, Jethel?"

"Sure did," Jethel agreed as Chot and he nodded at one another looking content, "No-name is making a lot of friends and talking much better, Brother."

"Am, Fluffy," No-name beamed out as Chot laughed, "Feel better now? No more ows?"

"I do feel better and no more ows, Cub," Chot agreed before mock growling as his father dumped water over his head, "Grandfather Henrik is being mean, Cub. Go get that troll-mucker. Get him good for me, No-name."

Zey grinned as the faunt splashed Henrik as hard as he could while the elder pretended to drown. Jethel chuckled from as far away as possible so not to get wet, holding the child's leathers and it looked like Henrik had a new set of leathers waiting for him too.

-Go eat, Zey. I want to introduce you properly to my son.-

-Anything you wish, Beloved.-

Zey smiled to himself as he found his way back to the room for eating. None invited him to sit with them, but he hadn't expect any warmth from Sun Villagers any time soon. He ate quickly and efficiently in his eagerness to get back to Chot.

"Hello, Zey. How is Chot?"

"Hello, Sunstream," Zey greeted the other elf, "Chot is doing better and is enjoying a soak in the baths while No-name drowns Henrik."

"I see," Sunstream chuckled, "I feel that your bond is settled. There isn't a feeling of emptiness within you anymore."

"True," Zey hummed, "Chot filled the hole. He and I are one finally. I thank you for all that you did to help me find my soul match. That was all too close for my blood."

"I'm sure that your statement is very true. However, you should know that many are unsure of you within the palace," Sunstream admitted as Zey nodded, "I feel no such anger. You have repented from that time. I feel that within you too."

"I will just have to continue to show that I'm not that old elf," Zey decided, standing, "I need to return to Chot now, Sunstream. I'll work hard to show that I'm a better person. I promise."

"I have no doubts," Sunstream stated as he smiled at Zey, "Let Chot know that I will visit him as soon as my mother allows."

Zey nodded once again and hurried his step to return to Chot's quarters. He watched from the doorway as Henrik combed out Chot's hair while his beloved's faunt sat in Chot's lap chattering away.

"I made this for my Fluffy with Jethel," No-name giggled showing Chot something in his palm, "Like?"

"I do," Chot answered, taking a bead carefully between two fingers, "You and Jethel were making beads, Cub?"

"Mmhm," Henrik agreed, leaning to show his son the new additions to his own family braid, "Now my two sons and grandson are represented."

"Here, Father, would you place my new bead on my braid?" Chot asked as his father took the bobble while No-name beamed happily, "All full, Zey?"

"Completely," Zey grinned out, coming to sit by his lifemate, "Your mane is glorious, Chot."

"You did always like long hair," Chot snorted before noticing his son getting quiet and holding to him tight, "What is it, Cub? Why are you nervous?"

"Why Zey-elf always here?" No-name blurted, staring at Zey suspiciously, "He not my grandfather or Jethel friend. Why he here?"

"Ah," Henrik breathed in understanding that this was a private matter while he handed Zey the brush, "I'll go check on Jethel. I'll be back later, Faunt. You be a good boy, No-name, and listen to your Fluffy."

"Kay," No-name agreed easily before looking back to Chot once Henrik had closed the door.

"Brush my hair for me, Zey," Chot instructed as his lifemate stood to do as he asked, "Cub, do you remember how we discussed that sometimes two elves stay together forever because they love one another? I told you that elves like that are called lifemates, right?"

"Yes," No-name answered, "You said mama and my sire weren't lifemates which is why they didn't stay together, but that doesn't mean they didn't love me. So…um…does Zey-elf love you and want to stay ever and ever to be a lifemate?"

"I sure do," Zey offered for Chot as the cub scowled at him making the red-head realize what the problem was, "I want to love your Fluffy and help him when he needs me, but that doesn't mean that I'm taking Chot away from you. He's your Fluffy."

"Yeah," No-name whimpered as Chot hugged him close, "You won't go away like Mama, Fluffy? You'll still want me even if Zey loves Fluffy Chot too?"

"How could I not want my cub?" Chot demanded, holding the child's face in his hands, "You're my No-name. Whose beads are on my family braid?"

"Mine," No-name chirped, reaching for the familiar plait, "My beads here."

"I'll never leave you," Chot vowed as his son relaxed, "Plus, you have Zey here too. He's my lifemate, Cub, which means he's going to love you very much too. Zey will help me keep you safe."

"I swear I will, No-name," Zey offered as the cub blinked at him.

No-name studied Zey with narrowed eyes before nodding.

"He can stay," No-name decided as Chot and Zey chuckled, "Come play, Fluffy."

"I can't right now," Chot admitted as his adopted son wilted, "Did you see how Grandfather Henrik had to carry me back from bathing? I can't walk very well right now, but no worries because I'll get all better again very soon. I'm just not strong enough yet and I'm so tired, Cubling."

"Aww," No-name whined, "Thought you better and no more ows."

"I am better, but not back to the way I was before I got sick," Chot explained, "I hate that I'm so poking worn out, Cub, but Zey is going to help me get all better so we can play together as soon as possible, okay?"

"Kay," No-name agreed easily, hugging Chot again while glaring at Zey, "Hurry and make my Fluffy better, Zey-elf."

"Aye, Faunt," Zey answered, returning to brushing his lifemate's mane, "I'll work really hard to make sure your Fluffy Chot gets strong again."

"Can Dart and I play with you, Cub?" a voice said as Yun peeked in making No-name squeal happily as he hopped down to run to her, "I'll take that as a yes."

"This my new friend," No-name grinned out, yanking Yun over to Chot, "See, Fluffy? This my friend and her name Yun. She came and played with me when I was waiting for Leetah to make you all better and she says she a Go-Back too. Can play with until you get all better again?"

"You will watch him carefully?" Chot demanded as Yun snickered, "I mean it, Yun. The cub is always curious and can disappear on you quickly."

"Gets lost," No-name huffed, turning to Chot, "Not mean to."

"I know, Cub," Chot soothed, "Yun?"

"I'll hold his hand the whole time," Yun promised, "You are looking much better than last I saw you."

"Don't remind me," Chot sighed before noticing the trembling lips of his son, "That's all done and over with now and soon I can take you out to play, Cub. Yun, watch your words. No-name, I want to hear that you've been good and not run off all over the place like a mad, snow cat while playing with Dart and Yun, understood? Yun will tell me the truth."

"I be good," No-name chirped, forgetting his upset at the prospect of getting to play, "Play seek?"

"Not on your frost-bitten life, Cub," Chot snorted as No-name huffed, "That's how you got lost last time. Yun, no seeking games. I've been teaching the cub some tracking skills. Maybe he can show you what he's learned."

Zey hid his snorts. He knew this code from growing up near Henrik and Chot. "Don't you dare lose my son. Simple games would be better to keep an eye on my child."

"That went better than I expected," Chot stated once Yun had led the excited cub away, "No-name doesn't understand sharing affections right now."

"I'll tread carefully," Zey promised as Chot smirked at him, "You should sleep."

"Agreed," Chot groaned as Zey helped him settle on the bed, "Will you ask my father to watch my cub, Zey? I just…No-name is a handful and I need to know that he is safe or I can't rest."

"I'll go get Henrik," Zey soothed as Chot relaxed, "He'll guard the faunt. Don't fret, Chot. You need to rest so you can strengthen. I promised your son that I'd make sure you get better."

Zey frowned at the exhaustion he felt radiating from his lifemate. The joinings were enjoyable, but Henrik was right, Zey should have put his foot down and waited.

"Oh, good," Zey said when he stuck his head out of Chot's room to see his old comrade waiting against a wall, "Henrik, your son feels nervous that No-name is playing with Yun and Dart. He trusts the two, but says that your grandson is a wily faunt that gets himself accidently lost. Would you watch over the child so Chot can rest better?"

"Absolutely," Henrik agreed, "Tell my faunt that I'll allow nothing to happen to his son. I'll even get Jethel to help me since he knows No-name's ways better than me. See to my faunt, Boy."

Zey nodded and closed the door to see Chot looking relieved.

"You heard?" Zey asked as his soul match nodded with sleepy eyes, "Time to sleep, Beloved."

"Kay," Chot sighed, accidently echoing his cub's speech, "Tired, Zey."

Zey pulled off his leathers and slid under the covers to gather Chot close. The feel of his soul match's ribs through his skin made Zey frown.

"You sleep, Faunt," Zey ordered as Chot snorted at the name, "When you wake, I'll get some more of that porridge you like so much. Need to fatten you up so we can get you new leathers."

"Those mucking humans took my old leathers," Chot murmured, snuggling against Zey, "What happen to those others… the black poking things?"

"Burned into dust. Sleep, Faunt," Zey whispered as Chot drifted quickly, "Vile humans. Touching you. Looking upon you. Never again."

Zey groused a little before falling asleep until a small whine woke him a couple of hours later. The red-head opened his eyes to see No-name pouting with Henrik sending to Zey that it was time for the faunt to nap. Zey smiled at the unhappy cub and instantly stood to help the boy undress. No-name was feeling like his place was stolen by Zey.

"I was just keeping your spot nice and warm. Very quiet now," Zey warned as No-name nodded, looking to his sleeping father, "Up we go. Cuddle your Fluffy gently. There we go. I'll sleep beside you, okay?"

"Kay," No-name agreed as Chot instinctively pulled him close, "You can have that spot. This my spot."

"Sounds good," Zey agreed, trying to keep his grin from showing, "That is only your spot. I'll never take it from you."

"Kay," No-name hummed, closing his eyes looking much happier.

Zey tucked the two in and slid in beside the cubling. This was his family now. His lifemate and a faunt that needed raising. The warmth of this thought made him beam before he startled as fingers curled around his own. Chot hummed sleepily and opened his eyes a second to smile at Zey as he squeezed his lifemate's fingers before curling up with No-name to drift back to sleep.

"This is my spot," Zey thought to himself, stroking a thumb gently over Chot's palm.

To be continued…