Beats

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Lan took the time to thank each of the small children that sat with him that day. His small crop was beginning to bed and if he could at least get them to sprout he could trade for more bowls and hand them from the edges of Phena’s hut during the rain season. Then again he had no way of knowing where he would be that rain season. The baby would be here soon and there would be no room in the hut for the healer, no matter how small his stores. There was certainly an outpouring of acceptance since the God blessed the village, but there remained a tension that would not pass.

While the older villagers whispered and shook their heads, Lan knew that many were more relieved at the prospect of Ero having children. Father’s even offered their daughters to Lan, in hopes that they might secure generations of the blessed line. This struck Lan as incredibly uncomfortable; in his village some mothers might offer for exceptionally shy daughters but more often than not the women came bearing gifts of bent metals dressed in their finest silks. He squared his shoulders with pride. Here he was a man worthy of marriage; even worthy of a prized and valuable hunter. He thought of his sisters shy smile and knew that this was worth it. He secured her place and gained his own.

After nearly half a moon since the festival he prayed that it would get easier to see Ero with the others. Offers hung heavy in the air and the monsoons loomed over them. In the mean time he hung closely to the hut or crops, occasionally offering prayers for the weak and silently adding his own to them with a bowed head. He never did venture beyond that first step of the altar. He knew the gift of his place but would not boast any higher position than he’d earned.

He headed toward the temple and [rayed that the pain would fade. His prayers were answered only by the sudden wave of people asking for his care. A good number of them he saw without trade but the few that needed his help he traded freely with. Lan stared out at the lake, dreading the clouds on the horizon.

“Healer Lan!”

Racing toward the hunting party member he felt his heart bound in his chest. “Whose hurt?”

“Ero collapsed.”

Lan’s feet lost balance and he stumbled for a moment when his heart caught on the words.

“Hurry.”

The encouragement was unnecessary as Lan raced ahead, the messenger falling behind. Bodies curled around the hut like a protective shroud but parted with ease as Lan approached. Someone handed him his bags of hears and he paused to nod their way In thanks. “Everyone out of the hut.”

The huddle of warriors left with a few nudges. Laughter stretched their lips but worry strained their eyes. Ero sat on the edge of his pelt, his head between his hands as he sighed out the last of a laugh.

Lan knelt beside him and placed a hand on his shoulde only to have it roll off again. “What happened.”

“Nothing happened. Just lost my footing for a moment.”

“What happened to your stomach.” Heavy cloth, covered in dirt, wrapped around his waist. The small would Lan inflicted didn’t need covered any more.

“It’s nothing.” Ero pulled away and lay back against the warmth of the animal hides.

Lan pulled at the edge of the cloth.

“Get out of here. I’m well.”

“You’re not and I’m willing to bet what’s under that bandage is the problem. You lost to much life force or you didn’t keep it clean enough.” Lan pulled at it again only to be pushed back into the dirt.

“Get away from me.”

“Let me heal you.” Lan refused to let his truch be pushed aside. “You’re too important to the tribe to be ill.”

“You’re important to the tribe.” Ero shook his head. “No. I don’t want a healing touch from your hands.”

“Let me help.”

“No.”

Lan started to pull the bandage apart and Ero brushed his hands off. The two men lay at a stalemate. Lan continued to pull at the bandage only to feel the sting of the slap against his hands. Lan pushed past Ero again and continued to press and pull at the bandages until Ero rolled over again.

Lan stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. “Call for me when you are ill.”

Ero didn’t reply when he left.

“All is well. Ero will heal.” The stragglers finally abandoned their posts leaving Kinma to follow the quiet healer to his own hut.

“You are lying.” Kinma stated.

“Yes.” Lan ducked his head. “But he will heal. I will be sure he is treated.”

“I will order him.”

“No, he won’t listen to orders when it comes to this. I’ve wounded his pride.”

“Fix it,” Kinma pushed quietly.

“I will.”

“Come to the fire tonight.”

“I can not.”

Kinma shook his head.

. . .

The hush voices of those at the fire kept between the huts but not as silently as the full cloaked figure heading in the direction of the preferred warrior of the village. The hood of the god caught the light, making the golden pelts shine with light and life. The footsteps of the figure were sure and proud. He did not duck and hide in the shadow but walked through darkness and light with all the confidence of a God.

The lap of the hyde at the door was swept away gently and effectively. The cool moonlight fell into the hut through the flap as the dim warmth from the fire flicked away as the flap closed.

Lan pulled the clasp open and let the cloack slide to sweep the floor of the hut. With soft hands he pulled aside Ero’s covering to slide beside the naked figure. Lan shivered and pressed himself close to Ero’s chest. With one hand he reached up and pushed Ero’s bright hair behind one ear and pulled closer still. He gently pressed his lips up against Eror’s and buried his head against Ero’s warm skin before he closed his eyes and kissed Ero again.

Ero pressed close to the heat in front of him and groaned as bare skin trembled under his touch. He opened his eyes and closed them again. Lan lay against his nest of pelts, his hair spred out against the fur like the night spread across the sky and the pale skin light as the moon.

“Take me.” Lan’s whispered words were like pure aphrodisiac.

“Get out of my hut.”
“Take me.” Lan kissed Ero’s jaw, surprised at how the merely taste of the hunter on his lips made him begin to harden. “Please.”

“Important enough to the tribe but never enough for you.” Ero stifled the moan welling up in his chest.

“Let me heal you, Ero.”

Ero pushed Lan away only to have his eyes catch at the slender neck of his would be lover. The teeth of his prey stood out only two shades paler than the skin around it.

“I need you to be well. Take me, I’ll be yours… just be well.” Lan whispered and wrapped his arms around Ero’s neck. He kissed gently at the sun toned skin and lapped at the salty pulse under his lips. “The tribe doesn’t need to know. At night I’ll come to heal you… I’ll be yours as long as I’m here.”

“I don’t want-“

“Me. Yes I know. But you still want my body. You can use me to satisfy your needs before you mate. She’ll never need to know. No one will.” Lan stood and untied the cords holding up his wrap and let it fall to the floor.

Ero know he should have corrected him but for the moment he looked up at Lan’s body and the words left his lips. He turned his eyes away.

Lan took the hesitance and dropped his head for a moment. He didn’t have much to offer anyone. His body was good enough for the possession of The God but Ero couldn’t look at him. It hadn’t just been kindness that quashed their mating. Kneeling down in the dirt he bowed down low. “Even if you don’t want me- I mean-“ Lan looked up and caught Ero’s eyes. “I know I can’t have you.” He reassured his would be partner. “I want you alive and well. The tribe needs you. Take you pleasure from my body. It’s yours. The God gave it to you. I’m giving it to you.”

Ero grabbed him and kissed him with what remained of his self control. “Shut up and let me have you.”

Lan shivered and this time when Ero captured his lips with his own, Lan parted them in anticipation of the hot wet organ that slipped between his lips. He expected to feel repulsion but there was only passion. For a moment, Lan competed with the slick tongue but firm hands pulled him against hot naked skin; he moaned and sucked the tongue in his mouth.

Ero swallowed the ripe moan with his own lips. “If you listened to the God we would have been here half a moon ago.”

“Shut up and take me.” Lan pulled Ero into another kiss, straddling the other man’s thighs and grinding down on the growing length beneath him.

“Stop saying that.” Ero rolled over, pressing the smaller frame into the furs beneath them.

“Why. Tha’s why I’m here.” Lan reached between them and gripped Ero’s staff in a firm hand. “So you can rut with me.”

“Goddess your good at that/” Ero shut is eyes and rocked into the hand of his soon to be lover.

Lan watched the muscled figure above him with his mouth open in a sympathetic groan. In the darkness only the occasional sheen of Ero’s skin revealed what could only be described as the amazing form above him. The way Ero threw his head back and rocked into his hand Lan could see every ounce of pleasure reflected in his eyes. The dim glow of shadows masked the growing blush on his cheeks.

Ero shuddered and pushed away the hand over his organ. Burying his face in Lan’s neck and attacked the soft skin Ero already knew to be a weakness. Lan smelled heavily of his herbs and tasted sweet against the salt on Ero’s lips. Narrow hips found themselves encased by his large calloused hands as he pressed his own arousal against Lan’s. He expected the soft muffled groan but not the heavy moan that came as his hand traced low on Lan’s thighs. “Shh.” Ero mocked with a grin. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.”

The words stung as Lan closed his eyes and focused on the warmth above him. Despite Ero’s warning, the other man was determined to make as many people as possible hear Lan’s submission.

“You want to heal me?” Ero whispered and lan nodded with a gasping breath. “Wear my claim everywhere. I don’t want to see you without it on your neck.” Ero nipped at Lan’s collar bone and discovered another pleasure point where Lan’s ribs ended.

“People will know,” Lan whimpered.

“I want them to. You want to heal me that badly then agree… Let the tribe know that you belong to me.”

“I can’t ma-“

“No mating. You just belong to me, you are my bitch. Every pack leader has one.”

Lan whimpered as Ero pressed down against him. The weight of the man above him made him arch his back in pleasure. From one tribe to another; he would always pay homage at the lowest step. Ero was right, every alpha has a bitch or two. The hands on his thighs had him spread his legs into the warm touch. Lan pressed up against Ero, capturing his lips again and until they lay together panting.

Lan reached between them again and gripped Ero in his hand. “now… take me now.”

Ero growled low in his throat and pulled Lan’s hands up beside his head, locking their fingers together in an intertwined grip. “Lay back and enjoy.”

Lan lay down and tried to focus on the soft glow from the stars, but a nip at his stomach made him shudder.

“Watch me.” Ero purred against his skin before lapping at the bite. He licked a trail around the dark trail around Lan’s pale navel before dipping his head down and taking a brief taste of Lan’s hard cock.

Lan gasped and the sound had Ero locking eyes with his counterpart as he licked and sucked at the head of Lan’s cock.

“Hurry up so I can heal you.” Lan stared at the wall of the hut and missed what lay in Ero’s eyes.

“You’re right this is all about getting done so I suppose you should get started.” Ero sat up and leaned back pulling Lan toward him despite the flurry of moving limbs. Lan nearly landed face first at. Ero’s feet. He stared up and at Ero confused for a moment. “You must know all about it healer. Prepare me for you.”

Lan looked up into a dark chuckle.

“They didn’t teach you that? No pretty girl wanted to lay with the healer? No man wanted a piece of you.”

Lan ducked his head. “Healer’s are not a high rank in my tribe. We are… tolerated.”

The harsh gaze in ero’s eyes waved but the gentle caress of Ero’s hand against his hair stopped so the hand might riase Lan’s chin. “Lick me.: Ero pulled Lan’s face closer to his hard groin, “go ahead. Taste me.”

The panic and uncertaintly was clear in Lan’s eyes but the sight of him opening his mouth wide, blue eyes wide and fixed on Ero’s as the pink tongue slid out and licked for a moment before Lan gentle sucked on the head of his cock. “More.” Ero gently pressed at the back of Lan’s head and sank into Lan’s hot mouth. There was a moment of hesitance before Lan took him into his mouth completely and sucked him in a long slow pull; his tongue pressed up against Ero’s cock in a rhythmic caress.

Ero groaned and pushed deeper into Lan’s mouth and hissed when a warm palm came beneath his balls and stroked a thumb along their underside. “Goddess…” Lan continued to smooth his tongue over Ero as he ducked back and forth, the gentle hand on his head became a tight grip. Lan held sill anticipating a thrust that never came.

“Instead a calloused finger traced over his stretched lips. Lan refused to meet the cold eyes over him again and instead resumed his skilled treatment.

Ero carded through Lan’s hair and sucked in a breath at the wince on Lan’s face as he stilled mid lick. He nearly stopped there, sure that he’d pressed too far when Lan returned to his cock and was simultaneously furious with Lan and for letting anyone else teach him this at the same time he was incredibly grateful for the pure pleasure running through him. That all flew from his mind as the faintest moan vibrated against his cock. Ero nearly missed it but when his mind finally registered the noise, he answered with a loud groan of his own.

Lan tried not to think about what he was doing or to whom. It was a fair trade. The tribe needed Ero’s body and he would trade his own to keep it well; but the sudden taste of Ero’s first signs of seed made him want to moan and writhe. He sought to focus, working the organ in his mouth as efficiently as possible but the warm weight on his tongue, the warm honey eyes on his body, the rough hand playing in his hair all sought to unravel him completely. The wet noises from his own lips and mouth betray him. The taste spread over his tongue, sticky and just the right amount of salty. The heat and warmth from being tucked between Ero’s tick legs and the soft feel of fur beneath his knees. The hand in his hair demanded nothing, only reated to the pleasure he gave. It was so hot and passionate and lust ripped through him so quickly that henearly choked as his mouth filled with Ero’s seed. He gulped it down greedily and licked the warm length clean before sitting up on his knees. He sat and panted hard for a long minute before he reached behind him to the God’s cloak and found the salve he’d tucked here.

On hands and knees he lowered his chest to the ground and quickly began to slick the hidden hole.

Ero was still trembling from his own heavy release when he lost his breath again to Lan’s bent figure in front of him. Lean fingers poked and prodded at the pink pucker between Lan’s cheeks. The slick shine of salve gleamed in the low light; the tension clean in every muscle of Lan’s body.

The hands on his hips, made Lan jump but he pulled his hands away and prepared for the hard thrust that never came. Instead calloused hands smoothed up and down his back. The gentle touch made him shiver and a whimper pulled loose from his chest at the gentle motion.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Don’t.” It was an order but it came out a loose plea and a painful one at that.

“Mine.” The growl was earthy and warm. The hot breath at Lan’s neck was warmer though.

A rough finger brushed over his hole and Lan started again, his body shakin even though he willed it to stop.

“No one’s had you before?” ero breathed against Lan’s ear before nipping at it with a sharp teeth.

Lan shook his head, not trusting his own voice. “Of course, I have.”

The finger slipped inside and Lan’s eyes got impossibly wide at the entrance and groaned badly as it moved inside him.

“No one’s touched you here.” Ero purred and ran a hand up and down Lan’s side watching the smaller man twist and slide under his hands. “All mine.” Ero caressed and spun his finger inside Lan, watching every muscle in Lan’s body roll and shift as he arched up and down. His hips inadvertently fucked back onto Ero’s finger.

Lan hissed as a second finger entered him. He felt so full and the hand on his side slid to his inner thigh and then his cock. He moaned loudly and a palm left his cock and came up to cover his mouth, “Shh… just for me..”

Pressed up against him, his dick poked at the slick enterance when Lan’s entire body tensed. Ero let his sick slip down and with a quick press of Lan’s thighs with his own, trapping his hard cock between Lan’s thighs.

Lan sighed in relief over the slip and nearly wept as the hand recircled his cock. The sweat slicked body covered his mouth so he could moan freely. The tenderness and teasing caress of the hand on his cock released a shuddery breath from his lips. He couldn’t help but enjoy the slide of Ero between his legs, nudging the underside of his own cock.

Lan’s whimpers and moans were worth every moment between the man’s legs. He didn’t need to be inside Lan to know he was going to come soon. Lan moved with him, against him adding to the friction against the tender skin of his dick until Ero was certain he was going to come again. When the wet orgasm spattered against his hand, Ero groaned and let himself go completely. His own orgasm exploded from his already spent cock and provided the perfect slick lube from his last few thrusts against the pale body under him. “Lan.” The whispered name made Lan shiver even as the two slumped together in a pile against the furs.

Lan let the heavy body next to him wrap around him even as he sought to leave and pretend none of it ever happened. Ero was worth the bargain, even if Lan couldn’t keep him though. So instead of pulling away he buried his face in the arm wrapped around his chest and ignored the slickness between his legs.

“I meant what I said. No one can have you but me.”

Lan nodded. “I know.”

“Sleep. I’ll wake you before dawn, so you won’t be seen.”

“mmm”

“Or you can stay and then the tribe will know.”

“Wake me before dawn. I’ll sleep until then.”

Ero nodded and nuzzled into Lan’s sweet smelling hair.

Outside the hut, the clouds over the village let loose the first drops of rain.