Friends return with unexpected company

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His teeth sinks into the leather, muffling his whimpers of pain as his claws slice through the air from his bound wrists. Tears leak from his eyes and he sniffles at the last brush of the razor along the base of his neck.
"All done" with that Dutch grabs the tin of salve and gently rubs it into the hot red skin on the top of Arthurs spine, where his scruff once was.
Arthur shivers at the touch slowly relaxes as the burning pain subsides. He goes limp within the restraints as a sleepy purr escapes his throat "I...sleepy" he looks up as Dutch cuts the rope from the top of the tent pole and grunts as he his caught before hitting the ground. He sighs as he turns to nuzzle his face into the older mans naked chest at the same time his wrists are released from their bindings.
Dutch smiles as he leans back on his bedroll, gently tugging the dead weight of the Felenico onto his chest. He softly cards his fingers through the sandy locks "Sleep, Son. Annabelle will stop anyone from entering while you rest"
He nuzzles his face further into Dutch's neck and smiles as the comforting scent of cigar tobacco and cheap cologne fills his senses. A rusty purr escapes his chest as he slowly drifts off.
The older man sighs as he continues his soft petting, but frowns as he thinks over what has happened since Colm's mysterious disappearance three nights ago. His hand stills as he hears Noels voice asking Annabelle for Arthurs whereabouts, but smirks as she deflects his questions without suspicion (I must remember to treat her, maybe even let her decide how I should take her tonight). He shivers in arousal at the thought, only to stiffen as Arthur lets out a low growl and he clears his throat before softly whispering "Calm down, its not for you" with that he shifts his lower half out from beneath Arthurs body and reaches down to adjust himself.
The Felenico watches the movement with dazed eyes and frowns as he tries to understand the words, but his fuzzed brain refuses to work and he moves on instinct.
Dutch stiffens as Arthur shifts himself back between his legs while nuzzling his stomach. His back arches in delight as a rough tongue laves his nipple but he shakes his head as he gently but firmly stops the younger man from advancing "Even though I want you to continue, you made it very clear that you don't want me to touch you" he softy caresses the others face "Just rest and heal, can you do that for me Arthur?"
Arthur frowns at the words, but nods "Shoar Dutch" with that he nuzzles the hands before cuddling up closer as he lays between the other legs.
He grits his teeth as his erection ends up sandwiched between Arthurs chest and his own stomach, but breathes out a sigh of relief once the Felenico finds his comfortable position. He rolls his eyes in amusement and gently reaches down to pet the mop of dirty blonde locks "Arthur?"
"Hmm...?"
"Do you trust me, Arthur? Do you still have Faith in me?"
"Shoar Dutch, ain't got none...none reason ta...ta not trust ya yet"
He thinks over the sleepy answer and goes to question him further, only to pause at the sight of his Mothers bracelet on the Felenicos wrist. He smiles as he gently runs his fingers over the purple stoned silver bracelet "That was my Mothers, I took it the night she sent me away" he chuckles at the memory of his Mothers anger at the realisation of her Son being a Hustler and he shakes his head "She gave me money and told me never to return, so I stole the bracelet in order to remember where I came from and that I should always aim for better...only to have a scruffy street rat steal it and in turn steal a slice of my heart" his smile widens at the sound of a sleepy purr and he decides to stop talking and let the Felenico sleep. He reaches out with his free hand and grabs his Elven Miller book to read while Arthur dozes.

*Three Hours Later*

Arthur grunts and yawns while snuggling up against the body beneath him, but frowns as he slowly recalls who the body belongs too and suddenly stiffens.
Dutch chuckles at the move and shakes his head while carding his fingers through the dirty blonde locks "You back in the Present, Son?"
He cringes as he pulls back and wipes the drool from his chin "Sorry Dutch...kinda drifted off there"
The older man chuckles as he closes his book "Don't worry about it" with that he sits up gestures for him to turn round "Lets have a look at your back before we get dressed and head outside" he gently runs his fingers over the red smooth skin, noting the slight flinch "Seems all good, so how you feeling?"
Arthur huffs "Sore 'n' tired" a yawn escapes his chest "Think its best if I get a going" he shrugs "The horses need brushing an-" he pauses and cocks his head to one side at the sound of a wagon approaching Camp. His face breaks out in a wide smile as he suddenly scrambles up and bolts out of the tent without a word.
Dutch frowns at the move and shakes his head as he tugs on his trousers over his union bottoms, and heads outside to see what has gotten Arthur so excited. Just as he exits the tent, he bumps into Noel and huffs as he shoves the man away "Stop hovering around my tent, what do you want anyway?" with that he pulls out a cigar from his back pocket.
The O'Driscoll narrows his eyes as he glances at the other mans state of undress before turning to glance at the state of Arthur in nothing but his union bottoms "Thought Annabelle said Arthur had gone hunting, but it looks like he was hunting something other than food"
He chuckles as he takes a drag of his cigar "What myself and Arthur do, is none of your business" with that he tips his head as he walks away and over to the younger man who is staring at the bushes hiding the Camp from the road "What is it Son?
Arthur turns his head without taking his eyes off the entrance to Camp "You'll see" and just as he speaks his words, Hosea and Bessie appear followed by a wagon with Susan and Eliza on top.

Hosea tugs the reins, forcing Two-Cents to halt at the sight of a shirtless Arthur and Dutch. His eyes narrow slightly as he spots the dried tears and the way the Felenicos wrists have rope burns over them. A sigh escapes his chest but he forces his anger down as he smiles "Hey Arthur, Dutch" he turns to Susan "Drive the wagon to the space behind the tents, I'll help unload once I finish catching up"
Susan shakes her head "You will do no such thing!" She turns to Arthur "I am sure Mister Morgan would be more than happy to help?"
He chuckles "Shoar Miss Grimshaw" with that he helps Bessie off her horse, smiling as she ruffles his hair before taking the reins from Hosea and lead the two horses over to the others as he un-tacks them and lets them graze. Once they are settled, he jogs over to the wagon and helps Susan and Eliza down "So...whatcha doing 'ere?" He gazes over the packed wagon and frowns as he spots the chickens and furniture "Looks like you brought everythin' from the house?"
The older lady huffs as she begins searching for the bedrolls "Not long after you and Hosea left, a fire broke out and engulfed the whole street! Myself and Bessie saved as much as we could, but the house is now just a burnt crisp...much like the street and town" she nods to herself as she throws him a padded bedroll "We new what Town you men would be at and so decided to head there, however when we arrived we heard stories about a Feral Felenico that murdered a man and ruined a good Party" she pauses and cocks an eyebrow at him, noting the way his cheeks heat up and he lowers his gaze before she continues "We then had no idea where you lot would be and so decided to head back, hoping to find a place to rest the horses...only for a few days later we bump into Hosea with this delightful young lady riding on the back of his horse"
Eliza turns pink and ducks her head as she helps Arthur pitch up the two tents "You are so kind, accepting and helping me when you could have just left me to fend for myself"
He frowns at her words "Told cha, you're family...and even though we're no longer fuckin', we ain't gonna leave ya" he flinches at a cuff from Susan and lowers gaze as he rubs the sting away "Sorry, forgot about your rules" he catches Eliza's small smile and returns it with one of his own as he sets the bedrolls inside the tents. Just as he finishes placing the last one on the ground, he suddenly stiffens at the sound of hooves hitting the ground at speed and quickly bolts out from the tent to spot eighteen men on horseback storming the Camp "Shit!" He turns to Susan, only for his eyes to widen in shock as she whips out a double barrelled shotgun and blasts one of the men off his horse
"Mister Morgan, if you'd please take Eliza and get her out of danger" with that she reloads and takes out another.
Arthur nods "Yes Ma'am" he turns and takes the her hand before tugging her to the safety of the treeline. Once there, he lets go of her and glances back at a roar. He watches as Annabelle shifts forms before pouncing on one of the men. His eyes widen in fascination as her white coat turns red and he notes that she must have punctured the mans artery. A growl of longing escapes his throat at the violent display and he licks his lips buts turns away at the sound of Eliza's scream.
Eliza trembles in fear as the man tugs her against his chest while holding a knife to her throat
"You're gonna be my ticket out of this!" He forces her to walk over to the horses but freezes at the sound of another, more terrifying roar and just as he releases that it isn't coming from the white Felenico in front of them...he is suddenly tugged away and thrown to the ground as the shirtless man who ran from the fight stands above him. His eyes widen in terror at the mans eyes flash gold before pain erupts from his chest. He blinks in pained confusion before glancing down to watch as his guts slip out of his stomach and paint the grass red. His body goes numb in shock as he glances at the creature "What...what are y-you?"
Arthur stares down at the man with golden eyes as he licks the blood from his claws but pauses with a snarl as the dying man turns to reach out to Eliza
"H-Help m-" he jerks as teeth embed themselves into his throat and he gasps as the light leaves his eyes.
The Felenico growls in delight as he rips the mans throat out and crushes it between his jaws. He stands and spits out the flesh, noting the shooting has stopped, before turning to Eliza "Did he hurt cha?"
She stares at him in fear "N-no" she flinches as he goes to touch her and she shakes her head "Y-you're a Monster" with that she runs into the clearing and over to Hosea, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face against his chest.
Hosea jumps at the move and frowns at the way Eliza trembles. He gently rubs her back and goes to comfort her...only to pause at the sight of a blood drenched Arthur who stares back at him with the golden eyes of a Feral Felenico.