Acheron's tale

By Tyler

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Author's Note: I know this pushed the envelop of pg13, but it still falls under pg13. There is no detailed sex or excessive violence. If you have a problem with this chapter, message or email to complain. Please do not report as if these get deleted, they are the only copy I have and it will be the death of this fanfiction.

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Some hours later found the new lovers still entwined in each other's warm embrace. Shane lifted his face off of the Da'kors tousled chest fur only to be met by an onslaught of kisses and nuzzling. He lifted himself up off of Acheron, and viewed his surroundings carefully. After leaning down to kiss his mate a few more times, he set off to locate a place to urinate.

Shane sighed in contentment. His day seemed beautiful as he drowned some bushes in golden showers.

An Athkatchu, startled by the flooding of his den, let out an angry yelp and bolted into the field.

Shane watched, intrigued at the creature's flight. From the corner of his vision, an arrow lanced a clean arc across the field and knocked the rodent dead in mid-bound.

He was just finishing up when he saw the nude Da'kor set off, searching the field for his fallen prey. Shane smiled, and slinked off quietly behind the forest line.

Acheron smiled in triumph as he knelt and lifted the Athkatchu, the arrow piercing right under it's upper limb; a clean kill. He turned, and scanned the clearing for Shane, and felt a jolt when his search brought up naught.

He dropped the rodent near the fire pit, and bolted across the meadow, towards the last place he saw the human. An unpleasant splash and a strong scent of ammonia confirmed that Acheron had reached the point, but still no Shane was to bee seen.

"SHANE!" He shouted, panic beginning to rise. "SHANE! WHERE ARE YOU!"

He bolted along the forest edge, looking for any signs of recent passage when Shane leapt from a tree, landing meters to his left.

Acheron turned towards him, and tried to speak; Couldn't. A single tear ran down his muzzle as he grabbed the boy into a fierce hug, burying his face in the human's neck. "Please don't do that again." Acheron pleaded, "I thought I'd lost you.."

Shane held the Da'kor, amazed at the emotion his cruel prank had invoked. He rubbed Acheron's back gently, whispering comforting words and leading him back to the campsite.

He sat the furred beast down, and sat directly next to him, so the Da'kor could rest his head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Acheron, and kissed him softly.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, sincerely, "I really am, I won't do it again, I promise."

Acheron looked up, and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, Shane. I didn't mean to get so emotional, but I really like you, and I never want to lose you. Ever." He kissed Shane gently, and then got to his feet.

Shane stood, and next to the Da'kor, grasped his furred paw, and held it between them.

"Acheron, I want to stay with you. I never want to go back." He murmured, his other hand resting on Acheron's shoulder. "Take me with you, please. I love you, and I cannot be without you."

Acheron nodded, before kissing the hand that held his. "Well, we need to get this rodent cooking before it begins to rot. Also, you should dress. As much as I enjoy the sight, another traveler may not so much."

Shane nodded, and picked up his tunic, wincing slightly as he stretched before pulling it on.

Acheron squatted, and lifted the tunic and peeked under as it came to rest, eliciting a giggle from Shane. The Da'kors cold nose rested against his thigh briefly, before pulling away, and the fur began to work on the Athkatchu carcass.

Carefully using his knife to skin the body in sheets, he laid the flesh out in rows, for later use as straps or ties.

He set to work on the legs, gently sliding the knife under each leg to sever the tendons that bound them in place.

He tossed the skinned legs into the Iron pot they'd used for tea. The body of an Athkatchu is much laid out like that of many four legged animals. The long tail, full of sinewy muscle is removed and set aside, for later disposal.

Shane watched in morbid interest as Acheron set the intestines and other organs off to the side on a rock, and tossed the remainder of the corpse in the pot. The nude beast then picked up the pot, and trotted down to the river, to fill it with fresh water.

After returning, Acheron stoked and fed the fire back to life, and set the pot on the flaming coals to cook.

He then turned to Shane, paws and chest spattered with semi-coagulated blood.

"My, you look quite a fright," Shane laughed, "Go get cleaned up, I'll watch the fire."

After scowling briefly, Acheron stood and strode off to the edge of the river, to bathe for a second time in a day.

Shane sat, watching the water in the pot turn a deep boiling brown as a delicious odor wafted up, causing his mouth to water.

He looked over to where the Da'kor had left his sight, wondering what was taking so long. Deciding the food wasn't going to burn in the next few minutes, he got up and headed to the river.

When he got there, the Da'kor was no where in immediate sight, but a trail of paw prints in the mud told Shane where to go.

Several stretches down shore, was a small willow which formed a hut over a pit in the rock face. He heard noise inside, and as he approached, a strong musky scent reached his nose. Curious, he peeked inside to meet the Da'kor, face to face.

Acheron let out a yelp, and leapt backwards, tripping and falling on his rear in the soft sand.

The fur on his chest and paws was matted down in places, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what had been going on.

Acheron blushed, ashamed to be caught in the act, but surprised the boy seemed to think nothing of it at he leaned and helped the Da'kor to his feet.

"Meat's done, thought I'd tell you." Shane said sweetly, and wrapped his arm around the Da'kors shoulders as they headed back to camp.

The food tasted delicious as the afternoon sun shone down, casting their shadows across the meadow's tall grass.

Shane felt full, fuller than he'd ever felt in his life, in more ways than one.

He leaned over and kissed Acheron lovingly, a tender, unaroused kiss shared usually only by married couples and long-known lovers.

Acheron leaned into the kiss, and pulled Shane onto his lap and laid back, looking up into the trees.

"So," Shane wondered aloud, "Where are we going after this?"

Acheron shrugged, the motion causing Shane's whole body to shift. "Tomorrow we can look at the map, and decide."

That night was the first night they slept together as lovers.