Nosho ai Rebelo a Malko. [ Song of Rebelo and Malko ] Chapter 1
A story I wrote about two little Leparos ( A species I made ): Rebelo and Malko.
Rebelo stepped out of his home, and Malko watched from behind the wall, a lit cigarette of atsurangu in his paw as the medic ran off to work. Rebelo slept in again. He always seemed to be late, nowadays. He knew the reason for this lateness. Said reason had moved from his wall and shadowed the younger Leparos, ensuring his charge was none the wiser. Rebelo ran, his Sleeves flowing from the speed and wind resistance's collision. If I was late again, I'll get my pay cut!, he thought as he ran down the hill. Only a few madua left... A car pulls out suddenly, and he just barely stops in time, pulling back right before the windshield drove through where his face had been second before. He did not notice that his hidden guardian had tugged him back. Malko shook his head, smiling at the adorable foolishness. How many times had he had to save the medic? Seven times? Eight? The boy was a scatterbrain outside his little bubble of a world. He needed a needle to pop said bubble. Malko was the needle, in his mind. The older Leparos, his pelt gray and scarred, his sleeves tattered and frayed, and his eyes a piercing orange, followed the younger brown medic to his post, a burn ward. The healer just barely made it! He scans his card as his shadow goes his normal route: the vents.
No rest for the wicked, it seems. A female had gotten her side fried by lightning. This was Rebelo's reminder that it was the mating season, otherwise she would have been in the planes, doing gods-know-what with their spirits and their shamanism. She was a cub, and yet she was only slightly smaller than the healer. Rebelo was always confused by his people's dimorphism. Why were the females so large compared to the males? Why did they walk on all-fours, when he himself needed only two? Why did they migrate, rather than make permanent cities? He was sure that females felt the same. How odd the concrete walls must seem to her. She was likely here with her mother; as she was much too young to breed. Enough pondering; she needed help. Rebelo closed his eyes and breathed deeply, channeling the mana needed to help her.
Fwoosh! Creamy white flames coated his hands and organic sleeves. Kamiavyr. The healing fire. Gently, ever so gently, he set his hands on the drugged female. Her burns slowly began to fade at his touch, the white flames cleansing her. There would be bare flesh for a while, but they would no longer be charred black. After about an hour of the healing massage, she was taken to the Holding room, where she would be watched and reawakened when it was clear she would be fine. He sighed softly and went to the break room to grab a SatuaÍala. Perhaps a mango one? If they had any left. DunraÍo was a pig for the sweet fruit and ??pudara milk drinks! He heads to the fridge to see if there was a can left as his shadow made his entrance.
"_Alda,_my dear."
Rebelo wheels around, a can in hand. "How do you keep getting in here!?"
"I'm fine, thanks for asking." The sarcasm was thick in his voice as he takes ahold of his lover's hips.
"No! If we get caught, I'll lose my job!"
"Not even a kiss~?"
"No!"
Malko sighed. Always this little game! He was beginning to think the young one just wanted the Glove first... Malko lifted his left paw, a black glove covering it. A metal done on the back of the glove shined with its inner fire. One snap of his fingers later, and Rebelo's collar glowed with the same flame.
"Now?"
"N-N-N-N-". No, he meant, but his hormones weren't complying, as shown by the tent forming on his uniform skirt and the sweat beading on his forehead. As much as he was worried for his job, he loved the master's control of his body. The power.... The wonderful need to submit... He loved it so!
Malko saw this and grinned. He could do anything he wanted, now. But would he throw this dear ?noturen into the flames for his own hardon?
"Rise, my pet."
His legs not his own, Rebelo rose to his feet, suppressing a grin.
Malko planted a kiss on his pet's lips, keeping his tongue in his mouth for once. He'll take his prize tonight... Snapping his fingers once again as the kiss breaks, his hold of Rebelo's body falls slack, not breaking; it could never break short of death, but no longer tugging. He chuckles at his love's remaining tent. Seems his theory stands up on its predictions!
"Be ready for tonight..." With that, he climbs back into the vents and heads out. He knows that, when Rebelo gets home, he will rush into his bed, having been hot and bothered all day. And Malko will be waiting...
Rebelo clocked out, hoping no one would smell his arousal. He tried to rush his way home, knowing who would be there. As he burst into his building, he clocks into his home and rushes to his apartment. His hand shaking, he unlocks the door to his home, locks it, and then rushes into his room. Jumping into the bed without looking, he snuggles the empty air where his Uniliotoa, his master, was usually. Once he realizes he's hugging the air, he stops and looks around his room. No one. He searches his home. Nothing. Where was he?
...If only he knew what his master was doing...
...To be continued...
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