Qualin
I made it the edge of town without anyone bothering me. When I got to the old bridge, with it's several broken and moss covered stones, I paused. I stood halfway across the bridge for a couple minutes.
What was I expecting? That I'd hear Minor singing below me just like before? Of course he wasn't there.
I leapt over the side and landed on the smooth, wet river rocks. They were cold on my bare feet but it felt nice.
Walking underneath, I placed a hand on the stone wall Minor had leaned against while he sang. I remembered the sound of his voice and how it had echoed around me and seemed to fill me up. And I remembered the feel of his soft skin, gentle touch, and playful, nibbling kisses.
I really wanted to see him again. More than I'd ever wanted anything. An ache started to grow in my chest.
"Hello." The voice was soft, shy, and made my heart begin to race.
I turned around and Minor was standing just a few feet behind me. His hands were behind his back and his tail was swishing back and forth. The fact that he was in his beastling form made me feel oddly hopeful.
And he was smiling sweetly, looking a little embarrassed.
"Hello." I answered back, unable to hide a grin. "I didn't know if I'd be seeing you again."
"Well, you wanted to see me." He glanced around, a curious expression on his face, like he was just realizing where we were. Then his expression became warm. "You actually came looking for me."
He took a step closer to me while still taking in the surroundings. It might have been subconscious, because when he looked back to me, he seemed even more embarrassed; his ears flattened back and his face turned slightly red. He ducked his head and cut his eyes up to look at me. Damn, he was so cute!
My hand reached out to touch him before I even realized it, brushing a stay hair from his face. He didn't pull away. Fuck it. I traced his cheek and then trailed my hand down his arm to his hand. His fingers brushed against mine then curled around to grasp my hand.
He stood back to his full height, which was still nearly a head shorter than me, and took another step so he had to look straight up to meet my eyes. His scent filled my nose and his breath tickled my face, sending an electric shiver down my spine.
I leaned down to kiss him, my whole body trembling. I stopped just short and pulled back. Shit. "I still don't know anything about 'the other half of your soul', or whatever..."
"That's ok. Because I do." He intertwined his other hand in mine. "I've thought about it a lot, and I can't really explain it, but I do feel connected to you. And just before, when you we're looking for me. I could feel it. I shouldn't have been able to. Not from so far away, not without you intentionally calling for me. And...I didn't 'hear' you calling. I felt it. I felt you missing me, and I was missing you too. And I can feel that I belong...here." He lowered his face and pressed his forehead against my chest.
I released his hands so I could pull him closer, gripping the back of his head and his lower back. I didn't care if I was meant for him. I didn't care if he could do better. Maybe someday he would get sick of me. It didn't matter. Because in that moment, he was within my grasp. And I would relish every moment I could get.
I pressed my lips against the top of his head. When he looked up at me, I licked from his chin to his bottom lip. He giggled and began nibbling my lips with his, his teeth just lightly brushing against my skin. Then our tongues met and began to caress.
I pulled him in, nearly lifting him from the ground as his arms wrapped around my neck.
Images began to rush into my mind. A mixture of my own shitty memories, and images of Minor with his family. I saw them playing together, eating and laughing together. And fighting. Images and feelings of power filled my mind and body. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as I realized the one I was kissing and holding in my arms could crush me.
I felt his strength as his hands gripped the back of my neck and he leapt up to wrap his legs around my waist. He was clawing and pulling me tighter against him. A quivering purr vibrated his chest as he licked and kissed my mouth with intensity. He was lithe but not frail or fragile. And his timidness was quickly disappearing.
So fucking hot!
I turned, slamming him against wall and running my hands over his body. His ass was round and surprisingly muscular and filled my hands perfectly. I spread his cheeks slightly and pressed my hard cock under his groin. feeling his cock get hard made me crazy!
I couldn't take it any more. With one hand still gripping the back of his head, I began pulling at his pants with the other. Stupid pull string! It took a moment, but I got it undone and reached in to stroke his cock.
I answered his pleasurable moan with my own.
Various memories were still floating in and out of my mind. Many were unpleasant, but there was a strange, comforting sensation that accompanied each one. Like a soft caress or warm hug deep in my mind. And not all the shitty memories were mine. It turned out that Minor had seen a lot of shit in his life.
His family was strong, like mind-blowingly strong, but they weren't impervious. And yet, they throw themselves into disasters and dangers for the sake of others. Minor was no exception, and had known pain and loss and suffering. Nevertheless, he was full of love and compassion and optimism. Feeling his strength and heart made the experience surprisingly intimate. Like, I wasn't just seeing his memories, but rather seeing and feeling his very essence, what made him, him.
Then a particularly bad memory of mine came to the forefront and for the first time, the shame I felt was too much to be soothed away:
I saw the face of a woman whose death I was responsible for. I didn't kill her, but it was my fault. The con was for me to have an affair with her and then blackmail her husband, threatening to ruin his perfect political image. A fairly common con for my master at the time. But neither of us expected him to react so violently. The look on her face when he saw us had always haunted me; she knew he would kill her. I should have realized and done something, but I just fled according to the plan.
I pulled away from Minor, savoring the taste of his mouth in mine, but that wasn't a memory I wanted him to see. "Do you have to know everything?"
"I'm sorry." His hands cupped my face so I couldn't look away. "But I want every part of you. The good and the bad."
"There's a lot more bad..."
"But I can see the whole picture. You learned from that incident..." He pressed his forehead against mine and another memory bubbled up to the surface:
Another similar con. This time, I was supposed to leave before the husband came home. I was just supposed to find some files in the home, but I saw the bruises on the wife and son. So I stalled. She was frantically trying to push me out the window, but I continued to playfully kiss and pull at her until he walked in. He went off on us both. This time, it was the husband who died in a 'burglary gone wrong'. Master was pissed I botched the job, but I didn't care.
"You wanted to help when you could. And there are more like that..." I saw the image of the guard I stopped to help during an snatch and grab job. I had hurt him, but I stopped the bleeding before leaving. I also saw the peace keeper I had knocked out and hid so boss man wouldn't just shoot him. Those street kids I caught picking my pockets and ignored it because I knew they were hungry. Once I even swiped some food from a stall and slipped it into a kid's bag as they picked someone else's pocket.
There was a scattering of such small kindnesses going back to when I was a kid in my first master's house, taking care of an injured bird I found in the courtyard. I kept it hidden under the house until it could fly so the sadistic bastard wouldn't crush it under his boot.
"See? You have a good heart. Even when you were being brutalized everyday, missing your home and your family, you were still kind when you could be."
He ran his fingers through my hair, 'I see who you really are." His legs tightening around my waist again as he pulled me in to kiss my lips.
Reluctantly, I let him pull away slightly. His soft lips left kisses all over my face before he whispered, in that sweet, melodic voice, "And, I love you."
His words were followed by the warm, comforting sensation, only much stronger this time. A feeling of what I could only describe as peace and joy flooded my body and mind, washing away all the crap I had been carrying around for most my life. I knew in that moment, that I would do anything to stay with him forever.