Spirit and Soul
Disclaimer: Ohanko and Jason are part of the same universe as
Tony and Sydney, and Damalis and Iggy, Madison and Mew and
others when I get to them.
This Universe is called, Threads of the Tapestry.
Thank you Claire for Betaing
spankngs, slash M/M
Feedback both good and bad is appreciated and welcome.
One day at a time. That is all anyone could take. One day, one
hour, one minute, one second at a time. Deal with what is there and
then move on. Don't worry about later or tomorrow just the here
and the now. The perfection of this exact second in time.
This exact second in time was filled with a burning pain. The sharp
pain of a hand on a rump. A swat delivered with a force that took
the breath away. It had joined the others. The last 6 stinging swats
to blend in a melody of pain the was building up to a symphony.
Again the conductor kept the beat with a down stroke, one more
time the orchestra sang to the tune that had filled his very soul. The
music of this second filled him again as he burst out with the tears
that would cleanse him of the guilt. The feeling of shame and doubt.
Flesh met flesh again, stinging. The high sound like a crash of
cymbals. The slight different tone as it change from one clef to the
other. Then the change again as the burning filled the night. taking
both clefs in a single motion, a single note and the conductor
rested. The orchestra still sang its appreciation for the hard work
that was bestowed on it. Then it too slowly silenced. The song
ended, not a clean crisp end. But one that lingered with hitches and
gasps.
Ohanko turned his little one over in his lap and cuddled him close. Softly he soothed Jason with tender nonsense words of love and forgiveness. His voice a low deep rumble. The words not of English but the language of Ohanko's birth. The melodious Sioux rumbled over Jason as he cuddled to his mate's chest. Never again did he wish to displease him. Never again.
Slowly the pair came back to the land of awareness. "I am so sorry Micante." Jason murmured using the Lakota Sioux word for my heart as he strove to be closer to the powerful chest and comforting arms around him.
"Techila little one," Ohanko said softly. "I love you. I don't ever want to lose you to someone like that. You simply must learn to obey me when I say to stay put."
"I love you too my heart." Jason whispered against his loves neck. "I couldn't let Sydney go alone, and I really didn't have a choice. I know what I did was wrong, We should have never opened the door. It just seemed like
a good idea at the time."
"I know precious, but you can't let Sydney govern your life. You are responsible for you when I am not around. But I know how hard it can be to resist. We will just keep working on this cub, as often as it takes."
"Are you still mad at me?" Jason asked.
"I was never mad at you. A bit angry at first and disappointed. Terrified at what could happen to you and you know this is not over, we have to deal with everything. I came too close to losing you tonight."
"I know." Jason sighed softly, he didn't want to think about more punishment.
Ohanko tipped up his cub's chin, his lips pressed against the full soft ones, in a passion filled kiss. Gentle at first, the kiss progressed to one filled with demands before he released Jason who was breathless at this point.
"You can do that again." Jason said, his eyes filled with love and passion for his mate.
Ohanko smiled as he lifted Jason's hand. He kissed the ring that resided there on the third finger, his lips caressed it gently. Then he turned the hand up and kissed the palm, his other hand slipped over Jason's hot cheks, teasing around the tight pucker. Jason moaned deeply, his body arched to the hand.
Spreading Jason out on the bed, Ohanko lubed his finger, and slipped it in the tight pucker before he fastened his lips on that of his lover. The kiss was without parallel, passionate and demanding, it claimed the younger
man with a fierceness of everything they knew. The finger found the postdate gland quickly, and worked it without mercy, firm strokes that caused Jason to writhe in the ecstasy in moments.
Ohanko's mouth broke from Jason's only to descend on his hard shaft. His mouth claimed. He sucked hard on it, as if he wanted to remove it from at the roots. Still the finger drove into the hot tightness. Ohanko's tongue
roughly caressed the length of Jason's shaft, even as he kept up the powerful suction.
Jason writhed in delight, he became non verbal at times like this. His hands moved of their own accord. The signs of more and yes, and please came easily. Jason spread his thighs wider as he felt a second finger join the
first one. He rested his hand on his mates back, his fingers signed words of passion into his back in a strange silent love. The only sound, that of the sucking mouth and of moans that are deep and impassioned.
The third finger joined the others, Ohanko manipulated the tender gland as he took the throbbing member into his throat, and began to hum. That was all it took for Jason to scream out as he reached the peak and fell into
the abyss. Ohanko swallowed every drop of his lovers essence. He milked it dry, with tender caresses. Then released it.
Ohanko moved between Jason's thighs quickly, his shaft hard and erect. He removed his fingers from his love, and placed the tip at his pucker. He pressed in, his member slid into his lovers tightness with ease. Jason's response in his state was to groan in delight. Ohanko was gentle with his lover, as he made sure Jason was in no pain. Then he placed his hands on Jason's hips, and began to thrust. Powerful and demanding, the thrusts claimed Jason as his. The mate of a warrior. The other half of his soul.
"Mita! MINE!" Ohanko said as he drove into Jason's velvet tightness. His hips thrust hard as he growled out the words over and over again. His shaft pressed in deeper and deeper with each rocking motion of his hips. Ohanko leaned down to claim those sweet lips in his again. He bit one as he kissed. He tasted the blood and sucked at the wound slightly, their bodies driven to thrust harder in the passion that gripped them.
Ohanko drove in deeper as he picked up the pace, their bodies slammed together in the wild frenzy of love, of claiming. Jason twisted as his eyes began to glaze over. He could not believe the power and might of his soulmate. Ohanko rammed in deeper still, his breathing heavy and hard. His hand wrapped about Jason's shaft again, stroking it with firm quick strokes.
Jason grasped Ohanko's back in his hands. Strong fingers pressed into the rippling muscles as he tossed back his head and screamed his lovers name. Ohanko felt the tightening around his shaft and released his seed into his mate, his roar filled the air about them as he cried out, "Micante!"
They panted together for several minutes, not sure where one began and the other ended. Their hearts raced but still they beat as one. Ohanko finally roused himself enough to slip off Jason. He got a cloth and washed his
lover, then himself. He slipped back in bed, and pulled Jason close to him, wrapping a protective arm around him. Jason's head rested on his broad shoulder. He was already asleep his bottom pink from the attentions to it.
One hand rested on Ohanko's chest, the pinkie and first finger, and thumb up in the I love you sign. Ohanko smiled and kissed the boy's forehead.
"Mine." He whispered in the night, and slept.
Ohanko smiled in the rear view mirror at his life mate as he drove towards the lake. Last night seemed to long ago and yet, almost as if it were one minute earlier. Jason looked up from where he was checking Sydney and smiled back at his partner. Their eyes met for that one moment, and
within each the cymbals crashed. The symphony was far from over.
To be continued.