Acheron's tale
By Tyler
(Do not distribute)
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Acheron awoke slowly; groggy and still half asleep, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, and looked around, trying to figure his surroundings.
Next to him lay the boy from before, still naked as the day he was born. Acheron felt a small murr rise in his chest, abit of lust leftover from the dreams he'd had. He had been with other males before, but never a human. He shook himself, and then got to his feet.
Looking at the scene before him, Acheron really appreciated the beauty of the day Birds chirping in the trees, the beginning of Autumn turning the leaves a pleasant golden-orange with remaining splashes of stubborn green in the canopy above his head.
He looked back down at Shane, before nudging him with his foot.
With a groan, Shane rolled away from the prodding Da'kor, before pillowing his head against his arm and falling back asleep.
'This won't do..' Acheron thought with a smirk. Dipping a rag in the water of the stream, he spun it into a whip and smacked the boy across the shoulders.
Shane awoke with a yelp, scrambling to his feet before falling on his rear waist-deep in the shallow water off the edge of the rock shelf. He looked up at the Da'kor accusingly, and grumbled quite abit before allowing himself to be helped up and led back to the place they'd spent the previous night.
Acheron moved quickly, handing a small blanket to Shane before pulling the Tea off of the rock next to the now ashen remains of the fire. He took two clay mugs from his sack, and distributed the tea evenly between them.
Handing a cup to Shane, he seated himself directly across from the boy.
"So, Shane.. What exactly is your story?" He asked, taking a quiet sip of tea, savoring the rich taste.
Shane shifted slightly, as if he found a rock beneath him. "Well, I was running away, really. I didn't know those men. They saw my coin pouch, and dragged me into the pub. If you hadn't have come in.." One of Shane's hands went up, subconsciously fingering the bruise on his jaw that dominated the left side of his face.
"Running away? Why would a boy like you wish to leave home?"
"Well, I really'd rather not tell."
"Oh come on! I would love to hear your life-story."
Shane's face reddened. "Well, my father caught me doing something I really shouldn't have."
Acheron's attention was undivided now. He could almost predict the next words.
"He caught me.. peeping on other males in the baths." Shane hid his face in his hands, looking truly ashamed and terrified of how Acheron may react. In contradiction of what he'd expected, Acheron was relieved and possibly pleased at the revelation.
"Really?" Acheron inquired quietly, "You find yourself fancying males more than females?"
Shane nodded, sure he'd destroyed any chance at a friendship.
Acheron scooted closer, their knees now touching, faces mere fingerwidths apart.
"Well, Shane, I have a small revelation to make myself.." Acheron's lips and tongue were nearly brushing Shane's mouth as he spoke. "I rather find myself fancying men as well.."
Shane's eyes widened, and his head jerked slightly back.
"And in fact," Acheron continued, "I kind of am liking you."
Shane felt out of breath, every inhalation he made just brought the taste and smell of the Da'kor's breath, which had a dizzying, euphoric effect on the way Shane's mind processed. Lights seemed brighter, colors more brilliant as he found himself leaning towards those lips, their noses brushing as Acheron turned his muzzle to the side, before pulling Shane into his first kiss.