God help the outcast

Five years.

It took five years of studying and research to find out that in order to get what he wanted was to obtain the Fire Tribe’s most precious treasure. L’uovo di pietra. A beautiful stone egg with bloodstones placed upon it in a swirling pattern. He had sent out his monstrous minions out to attain the stone, killing off the members of the usual large tribe was un-fortunate bonus. Well better then having a bunch of red-haired fire-freaks coming into his house and demanding that he gave their treasure back. Which can’t happen since according to a few books, he need to break the stone in order for the remedy to work.

So it was better for all if his monsters killed off the Fire Tribe. Right now, he was pondering about killing off his minions and start over with slightly smarter hench beasts as he stared down at the creatures before him. All five of them looking scared and the scientist actually thought he heard Norman whimpering. Spineless, he snorted as his fingers kept tapping on the wooden armrest of his rather plush purple chair.

He wasn’t a big man, never had been. Topping off at five feet two with spiky sandy brown hair and pale blue eyes, Major had a wire-like body that he liked to hide under bulky clothing and chains to look tougher. His father, who was a giant of a man, having a parent from the Earth Tribe and the Crocodile Tribe, always said that people will not respect or feared a man who’s as tiny as he was. He chuckled at the thought that of all of his five brothers and three sisters, the scientist was the most successful. And to honor his father, he turned him a lovely komodo dragon with large spikes down his back but only two legs since he didn’t want the old man leaving on him.

With that line of thinking, did he remember to feed the old dragon? He snapped his fingers and a little troll wadded up with a bowed head. “Make sure that my father gets something to eat.” The troll nodded and wobbled away.

Major smiled, the monsters all whimpered this time. They knew smiling is bad. Smiling mean harmful ‘improvements’ in their bodies.

“Sir?” The monsters dared to look as the tall man walked slowly up to their master. They slowly crawled or in Lolly’s case, slithered back away.

“Aw Zane. My pretty Zane.” Major smiled happily at his favorite servant. He reached into the glossy black hair as the man sat upon one knee at the side of his right leg. “They disappoint me, pretty one.” The hand brushed down the cheek, feeling the light fuzz of beard before tracing finger tips upon the orange red lips.

The black swan brushed his lips against the fingers in pure devoting love. His dark eyes shined up at the pale blue. Zane moved to lay his cheek on the older man’s leg which calmed him down from his unhappy thoughts about the failures of his monsters.

“They failed me. They didn’t get me my stone.” He pouted and glared at the five giant creatures. They all tucked the heads lower in shame.

“I’ll get you your stone, Lord of my heart.” The dark man brushed his lips against the thigh. The scientist purred happily and pleased.

“Yes, but first an afternoon delight.” The pale blue eyes sparkled in pure lust. Zane nodded with a grin and stood up. Then he gathered the chuckling scientist into his big arms and carried him off to the room behind the laboratory.

The five monsters crawled or slithered away into their own lairs, escaping their fate once more. Zane was good for them as for their master. He kept the attention off of them when they failed in an assignment.

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The grass felt cool and nice. The wind carry a soft breeze from the west to cool off the sun heated skin. Arms and legs spread out, fingers in the dirt and greasy blond hair fan out. The only way to make this perfect was to shoot the mouth off of the jaguar’s current pest. In the form of Kenneth Hennwick.

For a day straight, it was nothing pure bellyaching and bitching about everything. From blisters on the feet from walking to dying from sun exposure. Right now it was how people can die from bathing in lakes. Something about tiny fish can enter into through the hole in the rear and lay millions of eggs and the babies can enter into the bloodstream and well he drifted off after that.

Sid said that he would feel guilty if they just sneak off as the brunet’s back was turned. Damn stupid piece of rock. Why was he friends with Sid again? He growled low and turned to lay on his stomach, folding his hands under his chin and glared into the glistering lake.

“Heav-ven!” The annoying man shouted from the left of him, causing the cat to growl more. “You need to bathe too, the flies are dying around you.”

The violet eyes rolled and fingers twitched into the dirt to keep from grabbing a gun or knife and just throw it at that damn mouth. He sighed and sat up, rubbing his hand into the greasy hair. Well, he did need to wash his hair. It was getting hard to thread his his fingers through it. He stripped out of his long once white but now brown vest and blue tattered breeches, leaving them where they fell.

The jaguar drove into the water and laughed as he popped out of the water, having splashed against the fail man. He wasn’t worried that he was pleased at making the other screamed in a shrilly way. He was due for something like that after the day he had.

He just wasn’t expecting to be hit in the nose with a bottle when he stood up in the crystal brown water. Sneering, Heaven rubbed at his sore nose and looked down at the bottle. He took a sniff at it and was very pleased at the small. He shrugged his spotted shoulders and squirted some of the soapy liquid into his hand.

Kenneth, on the other hand, just was busy staring at the amount of black rosette shaped spots on the thin but muscular body. They were all over one hip like the right shoulder and up and down the spine and two small clusters over each cheek. He blushed and quickly turned around. Something hit him squared in the back and looked down just in time to see his soap bottle floating on the water’s surface.

He coughed and quickly grabbed it on his way out of the lake. The brunet kept his green eyes on his pack as he put the bottle inside it and pulled out a clean light green tunic with flower pattern around the trim of the sleeve and bottom hem, slipped it on and breeches darker shade of green and pulled them on too.

The brunet was about to pull on a boot when he felt the sharp prick of a knife against his back. He let out a whimper and held his hand up. Why? Why do people always want to rob him?

“My fine spotted friend there?” An arm snaked around the brunet’s slender waist to held his back against a broad chest. Heaven jerked his head and lower those vibrate purple eyes of his. “Get on and out of there, please or I’ll make your friend lifeless under the belt.” Kenneth squealed softly as he felt the knife against his naughty place.

The bandit whistled as they both watched the sun shined on the glistering wet body of the man as he walked slowly of the water, hands held up in surrender. His lips already quivering as the cool breeze hit his wet body.

“Now I’m not a big fan of the male body, even when it belonged to a member of the cat tribe.” The man smiled as his copper-red hair flow in the breeze along with the many fringes of his coat and breeches. “But you’re mighty pretty for a fella.”

Heaven snarled. “Snake.” Like it was a cursed word as he saw the telltale markings of black, white and red along the brow and down the flat nose and over the high cheek bones.

The amber eyes of the copperhead smirked at the angry violet eyes. And poor Kenneth felt his heart beating too fast that he was sure that it would bust out his chest.