Dreamer Omake

A kiss, a touch.

It wasn’t exactly forbidden. It was too good to be forbidden. But it wasn’t exactly permitted either. Not the warm sweet groans, nor the hot heavy whispers which permeated the tent, that changed it from a place of rest to one of restlessness. It wasn’t as if no one knew either what went on, the open secret of every moan and whimper which clawed its way out of the tent, a transmutation of desire into action.

He kissed the man who held his heart once more, then again... and again and again. Even as he moaned in pleasure at the pulsing heat which penetrated him so deeply it felt almost as if he was about to burst. Tears streamed down his cheek as his hips bucked again and again against those of the man who was all at once his lover, his leader, and his friend. What they had, it shouldn’t have been.

“Celik, Celik, CELIK!” He cried out, clutching at the larger man in desperate desire, only his long and hard training keeping him from simply losing himself to the unsteady rhythm of his partners thrusts, squeezing and drawing him up in beautiful agony, marching towards final climax. His teeth sink into the man’s broad shoulders, winds whipping up between them within the tent as the motions within him grow faster and more furious.

“Akialin.” Came the throaty reply, even as the larger man handled him with that ever so desirable combination of strength and delicacy which made him yearn to be here within his arms forever.

He knew it wasn’t normal, not a thing for a man to do, to so lust after another man. But he was spirit born, and spirit-born were given leeway which no others were. He knew the way the hunters looked at him, the ‘woman’ who had taken up their leader’s bed, citing it as one more reason why someone else would soon step up to lead. He knew all too well what he did to the proud, powerful man’s status among the tribe, even though Celik had reassured him a thousand times