Chp. 9) My Brother's Recovery
Author's notes: After much difficulty, I wrote the post-rape chapter. Truth be told, I jumped around a lot while writting it and I hope that it doesn't show. Anyway, I hope that everybody loves the fact that mid-way through the story shifts off of Leon for a little bit to help display Rues's more adult nature. I thought it was needed because the end is mostly back and forth dialog with Leon and somebody else. Don't worry, it's pretty good chatter, I think =3 thank you all for reading and as always, Enjoy.
~Willace <>
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My Brother's Recovery
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"I'm not sure if I feel much better," Leon confessed, the entire school in attendance. All were watching to see a parade of cop cars take a black furred fox away. "I.... I almost...." Cut off in mid-sentence by his brother, Rues nudged Leon's arm. Looking over to see why, he noticed their school's principle approaching. "Shit..." He sighed, knowing there were going to be questions that needed answered. He had answered enough questions that day. All it did was bring the hurt right back to the surface again, and now the worn out timber would have to endure even more.
"Excuse me, Leon. A word in my office?" Mr. Younge asked, his fat paws buried in dress-pants. Taking the opportunity to separate from the dense crowd of his peers, Leon nodded in agreement. "Come on Rues, let's go." Befuddled, the stuffy old bear shook his fat head. "I'm afraid not, this has to be confidential. Please understand." Spoke their principle in a monotone voice to the white dragon. Tightening his fists Leon's eyes narrowed and his droopy ears shot back in anger, preparing to explode out of rage. Before he could act Rues stepped infront of his brother's path and calmly looked him straight on. "Relax, I know it won't be very long and I'll be just outside the door. Classes got canceled for me too, so I don't havta' go anywhere today."
Glad the little wolf-like dragon had intervened, Leon let his muscles soften and hung his head off to the side. "Alright, but I'm tired of this fucking shit already." Amazed by the crude language, Mr. Younge cleared his throat but reframed from correcting the student for his outburst. Stoically Leon trudged past the hundreds of eyes looking his way as they parted the sea of people back to the main building.
Once inside the frigidly air-condition lobby Rues took cue and sat quietly on a small oak chair by the main office. A small plaque above his spiral horns read 'Waiting.' Tail tucked almost between his legs, Leon continued past the doorway and into the cramp office. With a echoing thud the door closed behind him and they each sat at opposite ends of a huge maple desk. It was scattered with various personal effects and office supplies. None of it an unusual sight for someone who had ever been trapped in that hell-hole of a room. "Before we began, I want to let you know that I understand how hard it must be to come here today."
"Fuck off, you don't know anything!" The words just slipped, like sand in an hour-glass. Mr. Younge struggled to either control his own temper or recover from the shock, his face a portrait of bewilderment. "I.... Sorry, Sir...." Leon coughed out and leaned back in matched amazement. Even if he was a cocky bastard, it was hard to believe that Leon just fired an insult like that to his principle. Still, the outburst was ignored and Mr. Younge sat, folding his huge paws together on top of the cluttered desk. "It's alright, I suppose you may be right; I don't know. Leon, no person should have this happen to them and I regret that our past encounters won't make this conference easier for you. Because of this and the severity of your emotions, perhaps it would be best if we sought professional help in the form of psychiatric assistance."
Big words meaning Leon was going to be forced to see a shrink. The very thought made him fire on all cylinders. "Christ, screw you!" "Leon erupted, grinding the arms of the chair in his black pawpads. "You really think I want to spend hours each day telling a complete stranger shit like this? That somebody I thought might have been a friend literally fucked me over and left me naked in the middle of god-damn public?!? Great, just great! Go ahead 'pencil it in,' or whatever it's called. Are we done here? Rues is waiting for me." Completely silenced, Mr. Younge gave a slow nod, his eyes to the floor and exhaled slowly. Not wasting another second Leon threw himself from the chair and slammed the door open. Rues jumped from surprise and sprung to his hindpaws, quickly following behind the rushing wolf. What waited at home wasn't going to be any easier, epically not with his father.
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Waiting for the car to come to a full park, Leon nervously chewed his brain for something to say. He had to take a ride back home with his family, and it was unbearable to be locked in that metal box. Hell, he hadn't needed to sit in the back seat for years but he wasn't about to stray from his dear brother's side. Certainly not during the next few hours. With the way his afternoon had been going it was going to be some very strenuous hours indeed.
Seat belts unlatched and a tired timber wolf let out a long breath before exiting. As he emerged the sunlight beat down on the black top, no doubt effecting him more than his colourless brother. "Hey," Rues whispered trying to be discreet. Leon gave a slight glance his way, awaiting further attempts to stall the inventible confession that lay just beyond their front door. The little dragon didn't actually speak anymore words though. He just gave a pair of soft, innocent eyes, almost as if promising that he'd help in the coming conversation.
Door, couch, quiet faces looking back; the next few steps went by almost if mechanical procedures. Well until his mother broke the silence. "Is... this why you two were suspend a couple semesters ago?" She asked afraid to look her biological son directly in the eyes. Stricken with worry Rues froze in a moment of panic. Every nerve in his body twinged with fear. Thoughts that they knew about the relationship the two brothers had played about his head and it churned his stomach to knots.
"Sort of," confessed Leon, sliding his left paw into his pocket. "I ask him out.... the night before and he turned me down. He told somebody else on the team and they ganged up on me. After a while I got use to out-running them or avoiding fights until a few nights ago, when Miles and Kodie came over. He sent me a text and we met up the next day after school. We talked and agreed to meet again after he was done at work..." His voice subsided after spilling his guts to his parents.
Pratically jumping in his seat Leon watched in horror as his father stood up from the easy chair. "Wah... wait, I didn't tell him we'd had sex I, swear!" Still the remark fell upon deaf ears. It seemed the eldest wolf was more disturbed by his son having feelings for another male. Almost as if disregarding Leon wasn't even aiming to get laid he looked at the teenager angrily. "Are you sick? You... you asked another guy out?" Disappointed words came from his father and Leon felt his heart swell in his throat. "Yeah, I'm gay.... I thought you two had already figured that out."
Heartbreaking as it was neither of his parents really helped the situation, his mother remaining speechless and his father in a foul temper for sure. "No son of mine is a wuss, I don't want to hear anymore of this crap, Leon." Dark clouds seemed to engulf the room and the young timber just hung his head low in agonizing shame. "Forget ever going anywhere ever again! You'll stay inside when not at school. No more phone, no trips to the mall, no car, nothing. You're going to see that therapist tomorrow and you're going to get those twisted desires out of your head!" Screaming at the now frightened wolf, the boy's father finish erupting and crossed his arms over his chest. A few sniffles during which were just a prelude resulting in Leon crying, feeling exposed and vulnerable. All this over something he could never plan.
Rues's own heart was flaring, but not with the same guilt that his adopted brother felt. Watching this unfold was insufferable so the little dragon stood up sharply, slamming his hindpaw against the floor. His blue eyes burned with unmatched intensity and his muzzle curled up, bearing his teeth to the older wolf. "Back off him you bastard! It's not his fault at all, he never wanted anything like this! What's wrong with you to scream at your own son like that?!?" Now every face in the room was directed at the pale body as Rues glared boldly back in to his father's eyes.
Their father was left speechless but unchanged by the outcry. Instead Leon slowed his weeping and came to his defender's side taking a hold of the white little paw. Tempers died down and the two boys turned to face on another, all the while their mother left without giving a word to the argument. "Wait," She finally spoke as they made to leave the main room. "Just know that things have to change. We may not be perfect but tomorrow things will seem better." And with that Leon and Rues left for their rooms. The night seemed it would be a long and lonely one for them both.
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Encased in a web of blankets, Rues drifted between dreams. Since the sun had set it seemed there was little he could do but sleep, yet even that task was not easy for his weary head. Too tired to relax, he shifted his body about, trying in a sleepy hazy to find a hidden position that would feel comfortable enough to pass-out in. Still it was no use. So a new theory was to be tested.
Groggily the white dragon pup sat up, muscles complaining the entire time. Almost apathetic to his own discomfort Rues reached out to his night-stand and searched for his mobile phone. The plan wasn't to make a call but simply use it's light to find the television remote in it's normal home; hidden amounts the blankets. Finding it nestled under an olive green pillow, Rues reached it out toward the big black box across the bed. He clicked it's little red circle button and waited. Car channel, what a surprise. Scrolling through the numbers like pages of a comic book, he searched for something, anything to help sedate or relieve his anxiety.
At first he let it come to rest on cartoons, but soon realized it only reminded him of how Leon teased him for watching them. So instead he began his frantic search for entertainment anew. After a while he stumbled across an intriguing program that had previously been on commercial, the nature channel. Images of feral animals ran about and Rues seeped back against the headboard; feeling himself surrender to the soft glow of night-time television. Oh what a surprise, it was about to show the mating rituals of feral foxes. Who would have guess that wild sex would be playing on the Nature channel? Rues grinned, seeing the one fox's bobbing appendage sway back and forth, remembering his brother giving him the canine sex chat at the start of their relationship.
"Awah, I want him," moaned Rues, realizing that watching ferals get it on didn't exactly help put him to sleep. Maybe a trip to the bathroom and back would help ease an excited state. Rushing to a stand, the little dragon quickly turned his head away. He struggled not to look at the Tv for fear of seeing something that might captivate his attention into staying and clicked it off.
Darkly light, the hallway seemed to echo his every step louder than normal. Creeping down the empty passage a pair blue eyes caught sight of a small ray of light beneath a door. Perhaps he should make a nightly visit there in to his dear brother; God knew they each needed the relief. So bravely Rues closed the distance and creaked the door open. "Hello Leon, are you still up now?"
He peered inside after no-one answered his question. Apparently Leon had taken a new habit, sleeping with his lights on. "Hey, Leon, are you awake?" he asked a little more loudly, a second attempt at seeking his brother's attention. Only a slight stirring came from across the room. An unconscious timber wolf gave the briefest turn of a tired head. Amused and a little disappointed, Rues blew a kiss and turned off the light. "Lieben dich," He whispered before sealing the door again. No need to disturb his mate from such a peaceful rest. Continuing on his path, the colourless dragon made his way down to the water-closet to finish his business.
He was still a little erect and it made his aim a little difficult to control. Washing his paws in the soft shower of luke-warm liquid, Rues watched the water circle down the drain. Sadly he was still hard. Thinking about his brother laying there shirtless and sprawled out wasn't helping either. The valve turned and the last few drops splattered down and Rues brushed his paws over his face to his horns. Looking in the mirror he noticed they were getting bigger, not just longer but thicker in width too. What was it his Biology teacher said, a constant play of hormones? Oh, well. Such things could be thought about after giving another shot at sleeping.
Returning past his brother's room he couldn't help but to give a second look inside. There shown before him through the hallway's light, his brother slept almost alluringly placed by the gods of dreams. Leon laid on his back, one paw bent behind his head, another on his navel. The wolf even had his legs bent at the knees showing the world that hard-ons happen through-out the night. "Ooooohhhhhaaa...." Rues shivered at the sight. How could anyone resist such an openly inviting display? Eyes on his prize, he crept inside the sanctity of the dark room and shut the door tightly. "Let's see what you can sleep through, Leon."
Approaching the bed Rues let his eyes adjust to the lack of light. A gentle touch to his brother's leg did nothing to interrupt the dreaming. Even putting weight to the bedside still didn't wake him from his slumber. "Thought you said big boy's slept naked? I guess that means this will just be a bit harder to do what I have in mind."
Slipping a forefinger beneath a plaid elastic waistline Rues wasted no time being discreet, pulling the flannel down past furry brown thighs. "Nice show, big brother. No one's even touched you tonight but ya' already got it out of your sheath." Rues giggled to the unaware wolf. "Maybe this would be a good time for me to practice sucking you off, seeing how you can't tell me how bad I am at it. And hey, you don't even have to worry about getting me off in exchange for this." Bent over the open legs, Rues hovered his head above the dangling appendage. Using one arm propped against a leg for leverage Rues moved his muzzle to the tip and opened his maw. The first inch or so slipped in easy. As it did a salty, almost bitter taste plastered his curled tongue. Slowly, the little white dragon ventured his brother further down his throat, moving his body closer to Leon. Next was the withdraw and Rues struggled to avoid some sharp teeth, lest wake his brother in a most unusual manner. Saliva dripped down a red shaft and Rues felt each vein on his brother's anatomy glide out of his dripping mouth. As the wet muscle left the warmth of the dragon's maw Rues gave something of a sloppy kiss to the top. "Danke Bruderlien." He said forcing himself to swallow fluids that tasted like rusty nails and seltzer-water. "Think I'll pick this up in the morning, just consider that a kiss goodnight."
Not even bothering to re-dress the passed-out canine, Rues snuck happily out of Leon's room, swishing a flowing tail with each step. Humming as he went back for his own bed, Rues bobbed his head about and dwelled his thoughts around his own excitement. Maybe he'd paw off? Couldn't hurt after all, an orgasm probably be a sure-fire way to fall asleep. Opening his door, Rues stripped his night ware and dove under the mess of covers, a mouthful of wonderful tastes and a head filled with pleasant fantasies.
Rues laid his weight on his side, feeling so aroused that it confused all his senses. His left paw slipped down under the sheets unseen and inbetween his legs. "Wow I can't believe I really just did that!" he exclaimed under his breath as a gripping limb met sex-driven member. It was already growing so hard and images of his brother laying shirtless sparked it to full size. Back and forth, up and down, faster and faster. The shape of Leon's body before his mind's eyes, the warmth the beloved wolf's breathing, even the way the blankets rubbed against him, it felt as his mind would melt away. Sweat damped the entire coat of white fur while the young dragon danced his fingers across his fluid-soaked anatomy. Each gliding touch and the veins beneath tender muscle swooned with pleasure. So wonderfully rigid in certain spots, so perfectly smooth in others. Feeling his meat inside a cupped paw, Rues's breathing began to be come audible in gasps and huffs. Before his blurry eyes laid a faint out-line of a body, something he secretly craved for. Something he lusted towards beyond all reason. So Time and time again he pulled the thick stock of his member in pleasing tugs away from its roots. Only to be followed by plummeting a paw splashed with pre-seminal fluids back to where it grew. Louder still he huffed, each yanking pull at nature's gift sending spirals of happiness into the dragon's groin.
Climax was an inedibility at this point. Still Rues soften his fingers' grip and slowed it down the best he could. He waited for the last possible second before clamping his fist closed around his rod, his paw a blur of movement. As the the thralls of orgasm ran through his body Rues squeezed his eyes so tightly closed. When he opened them his sheets were slicked with semen and his body finally felt the long hours of the day. Unfortunately the exhausted dragon hadn't the energy to clean up after himself. It took all his effort just to kick the sheets to the floor and pull a much smaller blanket to his waist. It was just another thing to deal with in the morning.
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"My Name is Jack, and I'm not just your therapist, I'm some one you can consider a friend." Promised a confident younger Coyote, grinning widely. He couldn't be anymore than twenty-five years old. Pressed white button-down shirt, tan slacks, and thin half-rimmed glasses, just the kind of guy Leon couldn't stand. "Great..." Groaned a timber wolf on the verge of becoming irate. "And I'm Leon, but I said your blandly labeled folder tells you that."
Jack sighed seeing that this wasn't going to be an easy battle for him. "It does Leon, it tells me a lot of things actually. It tells me your name, your age, your high-school record, and even what happened to you a week ago. Well, what supposedly happened. Still I think there's details missing, care to prove me wrong?" Normally it would have been something that sparked immense hatred, to imply that Leon could just fabricate a story like that. But this little 'yote was perceptive, perceptive enough to see Leon was hiding something. "Fine, I'm a queer, happy now?" Leon snorted, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms defensively. Still Jack wouldn't back off.
"No, Leon, I'm not. The way you said that, the phrase you used, it's not a healthy label to project onto yourself; to refer to yourself as 'strange.' I can assure full heartedly there's not a thing unusual about such feelings. That being said one might even ask why you didn't just calmly explain that you were homosexual, or that you had homosexual thoughts and feeling. But instead you chose to use a derogative slang that is designed to belittle. Leon, I don't think you feel ashamed that you like the same gender but I do think you are still unwilling to share why you hide it. May I ask you, completely off record, why you think that is?" Jack took the perfect amount of time slowly exhaling, letting the teenager look right at his soil-coloured face before choosing to continue. " I'm not hear to change you Leon, and I'm not going to lie to you. Your parent's asked me to share what we go over in these sessions and you know the school-board has set it to a three week limitation. That said if you at least open up in some way at any point certain things might just slip my memory, should you only attempt to make any form of advancement."
Whatever motivation his assigned councilor may have had for admitting he might omit certain aspects of conversations made the guy seem a little less like the superficial pencil pusher he first appeared. So deciding that two could play head games Leon smirked and nodded back. "Yeeeeaaaahhhh, alright but you gotta' make a little bit of a better deal than that." Jack was no fool, he saw right past the facade' like glass. Knowing Leon would ask for something rather difficult to agree was the only outcome foreseeable. "Oh, quid pro quo is it?" the coyote inquired amused that a teenage was trying to outwit him. "Seems like I'd be getting the short end of the stick here."
Loosing the battle already, the young wolf tried to plea his case more convincingly. "Hey, all I want is for you to lemme' borrow your cell a few times. Just to call my little brother every now and again or maybe meet with somebody around my age for ten minutes." Jack listened carefully, slowly mulching up the words and processing what they really meant. Dealing with teenagers was his calling in life and he could pull out a trumpcard at anytime. So he gave the wolf a smug look and grinned toothfully. "That has to be the worst sex you ever had if it only last ten minutes. I wonder if your mystery boyfriend feels the same way?"
Totally blown away Leon sat scatterbrained with a dumbfounded look drenched across his face softly showing his blush beneath the nearby floor-lamp. "Well, I guess, maybe more than ten minutes then?" Laughing a little uncomfortably, he folded his arm behind his neck and scratched his neck. Jack was just glad to see a smile on his face. "Okay, I think I could mark that down as 'on-site consulting.' But that means ya' got to start opening up. Don't bother holding anything back either 'cause clearly I can tell when you're lying."
Taking a minute to mentally prepare himself Leon decided to let go of some bottled up emotions. "Well what do you want to know then?" the young wolf spoke feeling relief in finding someone to be open with. Seeing the willingness on the teenager's face, Jack began asking him the routine line-up. Each question designed to inch a little more of the wolf outside the proverbial shell the enshrouded him. Once bodies were relaxed and voices easy, Jack turned his attention back to the cell-phone rule. "Oh and incase you're wondering, calling is unlimited on my plan by not when you use it. Some things have to be earned so let's give you that chance, Leon." Sprawled out in the L-shaped easy-chair Leon consented with a typical shoulder shrug and bopped his head briefly. "Great, ten minutes of phone for ten minutes meaningful discussion. Clock starts now; Leon what do you like about your mate?"
Leather squeaked as a young body adjusted atop the seat cushion. "Well, he's.... somebody I've known for a while, so we've seen some tough things go down. Oh and he umm, does this little swish with his horns when we kiss." Crap! Did he just mention an identifiable feature? Oh well, Leon thought waiting for Jack to run his little tongue slip through the supercomputer of a head.
"Oh, a dragon huh? I personally dated a dragon a few years back. As I remember they have wonderfully long tongues, don't they?" Tree-bark brown fur turned to almost maroon as blush consumed an embarrassed face once again. "Oh don't be a prude now," Jack laughed. Pervy little prick, mused Leon. Maybe this guy really isn't going to be such a drag after all. "Well to be honest he's not the best when it comes sixty-nineing with canines. Still he's getting better." His look was far off, as if replaying all the happy memories in his head like a movie theater. White tile of the shower was the prevalent of the little mash up of the unseen X-rated film Leon was enjoying. "I see and how does this frivolous little interactions leave you feeling?" Is he serious? Rues's every touch was electric to the timber wolf. "Oooohh, I think you know. He's has this way of relieving every single problem I have. Even if he's younger than me, Ruh... er HE helps me feel safe...."
Again, the slip of words seemed to be heard but ignored. Jack did his best to play it off and help rebuild an atmosphere of trust. "So does this mystery man attend the same school?" An uneasy nod, watching the conversation draw closer to the truth. "I see, so how does this play into your educational career? Do you two meet in these ways during school hours?" Not a word Leon told himself, sitting frozen like a dead tree.
"Now come on, Leon this is one of those roadblocks we need to go over rather than just stare silently at. By the 'caught in the cookie jar' look on your face I'll have to assume yes, you do have sex on school grounds. Now as opposed to disregarding your academics I understand that you do this for more than just sex. It seems that you found a way to alleviate some of the pressure you have swelling up around yourself from your peers. Relief is a good thing Leon, but don't make it too much of a habit. Could end with expulsion if you're caught." You don't know the half of it, Leon sulked grimly. "Yeah I know, us kids and our sex; blah blah blah. Trust me we're careful."
Letting the discussion sway where it might, Jack made suggestions coupled with friendly chatter. Hanging across the room, a clock spun its arms like as if time itself was on fast-forward. As it turned out, Jack had his share of practical advice that Leon was seeking, even if it came out of context. "Oh and I know right now it seems your parent's are being overbearing but they were most likely never exposed to anything like this. Give it a little time and put some distance between you, though not excessively. They still love and care for you Leon. After a while they'll realize that this side of you isn't a fault of anyone." Before a response could be given a small alarm muffled from inside the desk chimed like a songbird's whistle. "I guess today's all done for your tedious little excursion into the mind."
Well that can't be right, the clock said only ten 'til three. His look across the modern office gave away Leon's clear confusion. "Hey, ten minutes for ten minutes. what would you like to do with the time you earned?" Stealthfully a clever dingo slid a titanium-cased cell phone across the table while turning his head and giving a snide little wink. "Whoops, where's my phone gotten to?" Jack laughed and looked back at to a grinning wolf.
"I think I'll give my mystery man a ring, if you don't mind. Can I ummm, delete the number after or not?" Finally something caught this dingo with his defenses down. "I know that you have confidence that I wouldn't betray your trust, so that begs the question as to why an intelligent young wolf would do that? Is it because I already know the identity of this horned pup you devoted so much for?" Was Jack screwing with him? Two seconds ago this smart-ass was all buddy-buddy now the dingo was holding something over Leon's head like he already knew. "Yeah..... Maybe I'll just sit here for ten minutes instead."
A car passed outside loudly and Jack adjusting his glasses. "When did Rues first ask weither it could get sexual?" Wordlessly frozen, an 'oh fuck' look formed. Fur on the back of his neck stiffened and Leon displayed every sign of irratance that a wolf could. "Just what the fuck are you trying to imply?!?" Leon growled through bared fangs and narrow eyes. "Just relax. I had that pinned about half an hour ago. No one expresses such loving emotions about someone the way you do about Rues unless they're truly romantic in nature. I'm not entirely against the relationship you've formed with you're adopted brother in principle, but it does worry me how it's affecting you. All it took was the slightest mention of him and you locked out reason, preparing to lay down all you had to defend the love you feel. Honestly I rarely see this devotion in adults, let alone my younger patients. Yet consider the affects it's having on not just you but your brother as well."
"He's fine with it..." Leon shot back in a dull tone, fist still digging into the expensive leather beneath his rump. Dude, that's my expensive chair Jack thought still trying to remain objective. "Okay, just ask him if he wants to join us next time. All I want is for you to think about it for a little bit. You can call him now, but please, that chair's not easy to get tailored so..." Claws surrendered their hold on the fabric and Leon reached forward to pick the phone up. Jack swiveled his chair sideways and began humming while Leon clicked the familiar sequence of numbers.
"Ummm, Hello? May I ask who's calling?" Came a timid voice on the other end of the line. With eyes becoming watery Leon felt a smile burst on to his face and his heart dance at the sound of his brother's voice. "It's me ya' little dope," Leon choked out with unrivaled joy in his words. "I just called to, ummm.... say I love and... Rues, what will you be doing tomorrow?" As if forgetting the question wasn't so ridiculous the dragon simply answered as nonchalantly as possible. "School, why?" Jack snickered hearing the conversation unfold and Leon shot him a look. "Well, would you think they'd excuse you to join me in therapy?"