Over the course of a few days, Tomek could often be found at the beck and call of the Shaman (and by default his student). Tomek had always known what it was like with curious or disdainful eyes upon him, but now that it came from the Elders as well, Tomek felt more like an outcast than before. Word of Tomek's arrow wounds in the boar were spreading (and since he was the only male who was skillful with a bow) many suspected the truth of his oldest brother not truly besting the beast, at least on his own. Tomek never answered the questions asked of him. However, the tribe's curiosity and the Elders' uncertainty had the blonde seeking comfort from the Shaman more and more. Today was another day for Tomek and the Shaman to start another session of his cleansing.

"Shaman Adama?" The blonde asked slowly walking into the tent that belonged to Adama, biting his lip nervously. This was far from their first session, but the blonde still felt nervous each time he entered this tent. His stomach ached, his words never came out right, and it frustrated the blonde. Was it fear that made him do this? No... it wasn't fear. For he did not fear the Shaman, after Tomek was one who struck the deal of him returning some favors over to the Shaman in exchange for his help. As he started the fire in the Shaman's tent, Tomek began to wonder just where he and his student were today.

In the last few days the Shaman thought a lot about the sensation he felt whenever he touched Tomek’s pale skin. It was something he’d never felt before. He conversed with the Great Spirits about it and they seemed to stay mysterious but gave a few hints to the Shaman, which only confirmed his suspicions about the reason. It was an unexpected turn of events but he made peace with it and maybe even felt a little excited about it too since he was a flesh and blood man as well, no matter that he was the spiritualist of the tribe. He knew that the others rarely thought about him like that as they usually only saw the Shaman in him, but he had feelings just like them, even if Adama had to hide those most of the time in order to appear powerful and strong, someone they could rely on. He reserved showing his real emotions to the Great Spirits and occasionally to his student, but he was at the stage of his studies when he had to stay away a lot to meditate or gather ingredients to his training. But whenever he was around, Adama noticed the not too happy looks he gave Tomek. He knew he’d have to talk to Stepa about that later, but now his top priority was to cleanse the boy. For the first few times he was just explaining things to Tomek and made him drink different kind of healing concoctions to prepare his body, mind and spirit to be able to endure the fight against the Dark Spirit. The longer they waited, the harder it’d be to help on the boy.

Meanwhile Adama heard the rumors about the boar. He may or may not have confirmed them… He knew the tribe was eyeing the blonde boy more than ever before, but the Shaman took his time to explain things to the Elders who informed the others about what they had to know about this new and unusual situation. He was on his way back from one of the Elders when he saw the smoke by the top of his tent, which meant the boy was already there. Without noticing, the Shaman smiled to himself and suddenly he felt a warm excitement in the pit of his stomach when he thought about setting his eyes on the young male. When he realized this, he stopped for a moment and looked into himself. He knew this meant trouble, but he didn’t mind. If this was what the Spirits wanted, then he wouldn’t stop them.

“I see you are on time, boy,” he said after entering the tent and he took off his long robe as it was getting hot outside. His long black hair adorned with beads and braids reached down to the middle of his broad back. He was wearing a light pair of pants and moccasins, but his upper body stayed uncovered aside from the countless necklaces over his chest and the tattoos along his arms. “We have a lot of work to do today. I hope you are prepared,” he said as he moved around the tent and took a bag, filling it with different containers and herbs as well as with some water. When he was done, he put the bag across his shoulder and looked down at the boy. “Put out the fire, Tomek. We are going to the woods today.”

When the Shaman had finally appeared in the tent, Tomek looked up happily, glad for once he could be waiting for the other male instead of it the other way. Although it was slowly beginning to get warmer during the days, it didn't mean it was warm every day. At least not for Tomek. How his brothers and sisters endured this weather, the blonde would never know. He looked at the Shaman and all the things he was packing, a little curious until his stomach dropped (although the Dark One was thrilled) at the thoughts of going into the woods. Wasn't it better if he stayed away from there? However, over the vast amount of time the blonde spent with the Shaman, Tomek began to trust him and his judgement so he didn't question or try to persuade the male from anything he set his heart out on. It always seemed futile and pointless to do so.

"Are you sure the woods is safe for me though Shaman? I... I wouldn't want to risk what happened last time…" the blonde spoke even as he put out the fire, gathering a few deep breaths before he put on the pair of his moccasins, and a light coat, standing and already following the Shaman. "What are we going to do in the woods Shaman Adama?" Inhaling a bit as they now walked past their tribe members, Tomek leaned closer into the healer. "Am I finally ready to face the Dark One?" he whispered loud enough just for the two to hear, unsure if anyone in his tribe knew about the Evil Spirit he was carrying around. "Is this... is this… is this a vision quest Shaman Adama? It's not going to hurt, right Shaman? Do you know how long it takes?"

Now as the two past the tribe and were making their way into the woods, Tomek spoke more adamantly, asking more and more questions of just what they would be doing out here today. Normally, their sessions took place within their tent or under the stars while everyone slept. So for this, the Shaman to take him out in the middle of the day outside of the safety of their tent, this was huge to Tomek who began to secretly cherish his time with Adama (even more so when the student wasn't around to ruin his mood). He even dared to dream of what it would be like if he could call the Shaman by his name, give the appearance of them as friends, but of course he knew that would and could never happen. They were from too different parts of the tribe. Adama was at the top of the totem pole, where Tomek was the pedestal at the bottom that held everyone up. He didn't mind it so much now that he had the Shaman's help, although Tomek began to wonder just when it would be time the other male decided their time was over and go back to treating him as if their time spent was nothing and just focus on his student. Lost in these thoughts, Tomek barely realized he was frowning and stopped talking, only stopping due to running into the Shaman's back. The blonde blushed and mumbled a quick apology, waiting for Adama to speak.

The Shaman was glad he was walking half a step ahead because the second they left the tribe behind and entered a different part of the woods, from all the questions a wide smile started tugging at the edges of his mouth. He didn’t answer them though just kept walking. When the boy got lost in his thoughts and stopped the stream of questions, Adama took a deep breath. They’ve ventured into the forest quite a bit, but it wasn’t the sacred parts where Tomek ran into his unfortunate encounter with the Evil Spirit he was carrying now. The Shaman followed a barely visible trail and when it started up on the side of a smaller hill, he stopped. His broad and strong body didn’t even budge when Tomek bumped into his naked back from behind. Adama just looked back at him over his shoulder, a lightly amused expression on his painted face.

“I believe I already told you to be patient, boy,” he said and turned around, looking down at the curious young man. “Listen to me carefully. We are about to climb up to another sacred place no one knows about. Not even the Elders or my student. I expect you to keep it our secret. This is my favorite place to go to, although I rarely come here because of the strong magic that affects me too. Not in a bad way though. On the contrary… if I stay here long and let the magic flow freely, it fills me and my powers up so much that it hurts. But for possessed people like you, the place has a very strong purifying power. Depending on how strong the Dark Spirit you’re carrying is, this might be the only or the first time you and I make this journey. The demon will fight and it might get ugly. Your body won’t be able to move though, that’s why I brought my ingredients. You’ll be able to talk and sense, but not move,” he explained, looking seriously at the boy in front of him. “You might tell me ugly things because of the demon while the magic purifies your soul and body. Don’t feel bad about those. I won’t let them get to me. I won’t lie, it’ll probably hurt more than anything you’ve ever experienced, but keep focused. It’ll only be in your mind. You have to endure to be able to survive. Removing evil spirits is a complicated and painful process,” he said and ran his fingers down on Tomek’s arm until he could take one of his slightly shaking hands. For a second he looked at the beautiful difference of their skin color. “But remember this: I’ll be right there with you. I’ll guide you and lend you my power to make it easier to bear. You won’t be alone, Tomek. Now come, the climb is ahead of us,” he lightly squeezed his warm hand before letting it go.

The barely there path made some turns among the trees and bushes, but the higher they’ve climbed, the clearer the air became and the less animals they saw. The hill had a strong vibe, but not a bad one. Its magic was neutral, always knowing exactly what purpose to serve. Near the top Adama stopped Tomek one more time and smiled at him. “Don’t be afraid. You can do this,” he said, seeing the sweat and paleness of the boy, the shadows of the Dark Spirit moving restlessly under the pale skin. Taking the damp cheek in a warm palm he drew something with his thumb between Tomek’s eyes while murmuring on that strange language. It was a blessing to fill him up with courage and open his mind. After that he turned around and led the boy into a clearing on the top of the hill. There was a circle in the middle in which no grass grew and had a particularly strong vibe.

“The hill’s magic concentrates in this circle,” he said taking Tomek’s hand once again to make sure he followed him into the middle of that circle. “Sit,” he instructed sternly (more to keep the demon from making him run) and did the same opposite him. He took out all the ingredients he’d packed and started making the potion for the blonde. He kept chanting and when the boy wanted to ask something, he flashed his glowing blue eyes on him and held his index finger to his own mouth. A clear sign to keep quiet. Once the concoction was done, he made Tomek drink it and helped him lay down on the warm ground. He waited until the boy couldn’t move his limbs anymore then started chanting and directing the magic through him.

As Adama turned to look at him with that amused expression, Tomek had to admit (even if it was just to himself) that if the Shaman had given this look to anyone else, would be a lot more desirable to those who were looking. Tomek couldn't place why the idea of anyone wanting the Shaman bothered him so much, but like always, he kept it to himself. Tomek was instantly delighted that there was a place that only he and Shaman Adama could go, but then again… he wondered just what that meant. Had Shaman Adama refrained from telling anyone about this place because they were not in need of its strong powers like he was? Tomek merely nodded his agreement of not telling anyone about this spot, silently promising under his breath that this would be their secret when the Shaman gave him a pointed look.

However, when the older male began talking more and more about the process he was about to endure on these sacred grounds, Tomek began to sweat as he could feel the Dark One roaring and snarling under his skin. It almost made Tomek want to turn back, he didn't think he was ready for this. The Shaman never mentioned anything like this possibly happening to him. Yes it made him feel better that the Shaman would be prepared and that when they got there Tomek would be unable to hurt the Shaman… (physically at least.)

"Shaman… I don't think I am ready for this… I… I…" the blonde stammered a bit, afraid even more as he now tightly gripped onto the Shaman's hand, unaware of the look Adama gave to their hand-holding. "Please Shaman… don't leave me. Even if I say things I'll regret. Please don't leave." Tomek squeezed the darkly tanned hand tightly before letting it go.

You're all I have left...

Taking a deep breath, Tomek began the climb up with Adama, his eyes roaming the scenery as the Dark One inside of him continued its pacing and snarling, on more than one occasion trying to persuade Tomek into leaving. He just pressed on, every once in a while staring at the Shaman's broad back, or counting the number of his braids, or coming up with symbolic purposes for each of the beautiful beads. He was thinking of just about everything and anything to distract his mind from focusing on the Dark One inside. Stopping when Adama did (this time not bumping into him), Tomek swallowed and nodded. If the Shaman could have faith in him accomplishing this, then maybe… maybe he should too. Although he wiped off the sweat (which he could easily blame on the climb), it was the Shaman's gentle touch as he gave him that last blessing that assured the blonde he could do this. He just had to try. After all, he had Adama's magic to guide him, so he knew he shouldn't be afraid.

Now atop of the hill, the Dark One was whispering terrible things into Tomek's head, telling him all sorts of horrendous things to either doubt the Shaman's powers or his sudden willingness to help. Of course, these were all questions Tomek asked himself, but... the Dark One couldn't know any more than he did. Surely he couldn't, right? He gripped the Shaman's hand tightly within his own, palms sweaty and his breath coming out in slightly chopped rasps. Was he ready for this? Well, even if he was or not, there was no way to run from it now as he now walked into that circle where no grass grew and sat as the Shaman instructed.

As Shaman Adama began to mix what seemed to be like a potion for him, Tomek wanted to ask if the Shaman had ever done anything like this before, but he stopped as it seemed Adama needed all his attention on his task at hand. When Tomek was given the potion to drink, the blonde took it and with the assistance of Adama, he laid down upon the ground quite comfortably, subconsciously twitching some parts of his body until he could no longer. Alright… so far so good. Nothing to worry about… but that thought went to the straightest depths of hell when Adama began to chant.

At first he could feel the magic surrounding him, making him feel light-headed, but once it clashed with the Dark Spirit, it was like nothing he ever knew before. Crying out in the largest amount of pain he's ever felt, Tomek could feel the Dark One cursing and fighting its way to stay inside, the blonde's eyes beginning to tear up as he could do nothing but scream out his agony. The blonde screamed for it to stop, screamed to be killed, for surely Death was kinder than this. Each time his eyes rolled back though, his screams mixed with the voice of the Spirit were all aimed at Adama for his stupid beliefs of thinking Tomek could be saved. The longer it went on, the more nastier he got towards Adama, claiming him to be a monster just like the Dark One but just with a pretty face, a freak of nature for the living did not deal with the Spirits. Tomek screamed and screamed and screamed until... it finally stopped. The blonde could do nothing more as he laid there in pain, but darkness was slowly coming upon him, the blonde in turmoil, unable to move and unable to keep his eyes open anymore. What would happen from here?

When he finally awoke again, Tomek was curled up under furs, the blonde snuggling them. He sat up quickly as it seemed they were no longer on that pure hilltop, the blonde moving his hands and feet as it seemed the potion from earlier had worn off. Had he been placed into his own tent? Had the Shaman carried him all the way back like last time? As he thought a little more, Tomek realized his thoughts were solely just his thoughts now. No longer did he hear the Dark One, no longer could he feel the spirit under his skin! Tomek grinned widely, realizing the Shaman's powers had worked. Uncaring of the time, Tomek quickly wanted to rush out to thank the Shaman, but a mere glimpse to the side showed that the Shaman was already there, sleeping. Tomek was in the Shaman's tent… huh. Tomek didn't dwell on the idea for long, because there was still one thing Tomek needed to reassure the Shaman on.

"Shaman!" Tomek quickly crawled to his side, taking the furs off the older male to get him to wake up. "Shaman Adama!" The blonde continuously shook the male until he sat up, despite still being tired. "It worked! It worked!" the blonde cheered, loud enough for the two to hear as he now wrapped his arms tightly around the Shaman's neck, hugging him tightly as tears of joy spilled from his eyes. "Thank you Shaman Adama, just thank you…" the blonde pulled back a bit, happily looking into the healer's electric blue eyes, still hugging him tightly (now practically sitting in his lap to do so).

Before starting the ritual, Adama assured the boy that he wouldn’t leave him alone as it seemed that was Tomek’s biggest fear. As the hill’s and the Shaman’s magic started to work on the poor possessed boy, Adama had to concentrate on not letting the process stop. They had to go through with it, no matter how painful it was for both of them. Because there was one thing he didn’t tell Tomek. Channeling the hill’s power and being in connection with Tomek like this affected the Shaman too, but compared to the boy he still felt just a smaller amount of the pain. He kept chanting and when the nasty words and screams got louder and more vicious and violent, he put a warm palm on Tomek’s forehead and let his own eyes turn white as he sunk deeper into his trance and guided the lost boy.

The ritual lasted for a long time and by the end of it they were both sweaty and tired. As he slowly came back to this plane and looked down at the exhausted boy, he saw that he blacked out. From the way he was breathing, the Shaman knew that he was sleeping a healing sleep. He sighed relieved once he checked the boy’s soul and felt that the Dark One was mostly gone, only the faint traces of the evil spirit was left behind. Adama knew that such encounters could never be fully wiped out, but from now on the boy would live and wouldn’t wither under the influence of the demon that was already back in the Dark Bayou. The Shaman knew that for a long while he had to avoid that place because of its fury.

Thanking the Great Spirits and the Hill for their help the Shaman gathered his strength and picked up the small and thin boy to carry him back to his tent. The journey was longer this time, but he never stopped to rest. It was in the early evening when they got back to his tent. Luckily this time no one saw or stopped the Shaman. Exhausted he gently put the boy down and covered him with the soft animal furs then he put his head down too and before he knew he was deeply asleep too.

He woke with a start and sat up when he heard Tomek’s happy voice. He quickly came around and smiled seeing him so full of life and happy and didn’t mind that he hugged him tight, nearly crawling on his lap. Adama took a deep breath, inhaling the boy’s nice scent. “You’re most welcome, Tomek. I’m happy I could help and that you feel better,” he said as he pulled back enough to look into the grateful brown eyes that looked nearly black in the faint light of the full moon that got into the tent. As the seconds dragged by, something changed between them. The air got suddenly charged and before Adama could think, he leaned forward and pressed his smooth lips against the boy’s plum ones, welcoming the light sparkle of energy when their skin touched like this for the first time.

The longer they sat and looked into each other's eyes, the more Tomek could feel the changes growing around them. He knew Shaman Adama had gotten rid of the Dark One, so why was he feeling strange? But the more he examined the feelings, he knew this wasn't anything bad, but it was strange for him. However, all thoughts came to a stop when he felt the Shaman's lips pressed to his own. The blonde sure wasn't expecting it, but it didn't mean he pulled back either. Oh no. Unlike his first kiss, Tomek could feel the desire run through the kiss, the sparks of passion flowing between them easily. The blonde straddled Adama's lap now, his arms slightly winding tighter around the Shaman's neck as their kiss grew, Tomek following Adama's guidance since he never really had another's touch before. He knew he was clumsy and nervous, but simple touches and the guidance from the Shaman had Tomek behaving no better than a purring kitten.

When they finally pulled back, Tomek licked his lips, still tasting the Shaman as his cheeks blushed brightly in the pale moonlight. Without a second thought, Tomek shucked off his shirts, showing his upper body even though he rarely liked showing any inch of his skin. Now as he felt bolder from the way the Shaman was admiring his skin, Tomek let his hands roam the dark and tanned chest, sinking lower and lower until he felt Adama's cock, the blonde unsure of what to do as he felt the hardened member under his small hands. Luckily, it was through his pants that he felt the Shaman, for Tomek wasn't sure if he'd be ready for the sight or the pure contact just yet. Other than himself, he does not know what it takes to please someone, so he began to dwell on if he was the one the Shaman would want. It took the simple guidance of being lead back into another kiss for Tomek to stop his thinking.

As they kissed, Tomek had the brief moment of clarity. The blonde believing he should tell Adama to stop for Tomek was not worthy of his touches. The blonde felt he was unworthy of Adama's love (despite the fact that Tomek was desperate for emotionally and now physically it seemed), but despite every argument that came into his head, Tomek couldn't bring himself to deny this one selfish pleasure of his. The blonde was desperate for love and if Adama wanted to be the one who loved him, then why should he deny it? When they pulled back from this kiss, Tomek could feel his own cock grow fully hard, his hips now grinding, desperate for friction. Tomek was merely following his body's natural instincts which only heightened as he let Adama guide himself back onto the furs. The blonde was panting, arching under the Shaman's touches, desperate and wanting like a bitch in heat, but the Shaman needed to know...

"Adama.." The blonde began, finally dropping the older male's title, his hands lightly resting on the other's shoulders, (legs wrapped around his waist). "… I am untouched Adama…" the blonde whispered out, blushing even darker as he knew of his brothers and sisters being active while he was not. Tomek briefly wondered if he ruined all his chances with Adama. "I… I can learn Adama… if you want to teach me… I am sorry I cannot be experienced for you…"

That first kiss was nothing like any other kiss Adama had before. Not that he had many lovers in his life. Being the Shaman of the tribe would give him the chance to have many of the willing men and women (even if he only preferred to lay with men), but even if he occasionally did, it was never something serious. It was as if he was waiting for something. And now while kissing this fragile boy in his strong arms, he realized with certainty that the Great Spirits were right about Tomek and him. He’s been waiting for the innocent boy to be ready. And from the way he let the Shaman lead and the reactions of his body told Adama that he was finally ready.

He let Tomek pull back enough to discover his strong chest and the older man watched as he revealed more pale skin. He found it beautiful and he openly admired it, his hands caressing and mapping the smooth warm skin under his fingertips and palm. When Tomek touched his filled cock through his pants, the dark-haired man had to softly sigh. It felt too good. He saw how shy and uncertain the boy was and he reassured him with another deep and sensual kiss. His own name sounded like a plea from Tomek’s mouth and the Shaman had to close his eyes for a second before meeting the desire-filled brown irises. That quiet confession about being untouched made his cock throb with lust. “Oh Tomek… you have no idea how appealing it is to me that you are untouched … I’ll teach you everything you need to know as we were made for each other,” he whispered the secret he kept from the boy.

He gently pushed him back on the soft furs and kissed him once again before he let his smooth mouth wander lower onto his neck then pale chest, sucking and playing with the small pink nipples, his hands opening the boy’s pants then tugging the rest of his clothes off. The Shaman sat back on his heels, big hands slowly caressing the open thighs and he was just drinking in the sight for a few long moments. “You are so beautiful, Tomek…” he whispered in the dark, the moonlight playing on the pale flesh of his soon-to-be-lover. His eyes wandered to the hard and flushed cock resting on the boy’s flat stomach and Adama leaned down to lick along it, the need to taste him great. He took his time licking and sucking the hard flesh, loving the way Tomek squirmed and panted under his attention.

When the need and sexual tension got high between them, Adama reached to the side to grab a container with oil and slicked his fingers up. “This might feel strange at first, but I promise you’ll love it quickly…” he whispered and gently pushed the boy’s thighs up so his fingers could trace his opening. He massaged it with his oily fingers until the tight muscle relaxed and kissed and bit along an inner-thigh as he slowly slid one long finger inside the hot body. He gave him time to get used to it and leaned forward to kiss his moans away as his finger began sliding in and out of him. “That’s it… just relax and enjoy it, Tomek. I’ll make you feel so good…” he promised and soon added a second finger, swallowing the noises the boy made, especially when he crooked those fingers and brushed against a magical spot deep inside the tight and hot body. He couldn’t wait to bury his aching cock into that opening, but he took his time preparing the untouched boy for that with adding a third finger.

Tomek blushed furiously as Adama seemed to be delighted from the news of the blonde being untouched. Leave it to the Shaman to flip his views on everything again. "M-made for each other?" the blonde repeated, his heart filling up with hope as now the many clues he missed before suddenly clicked into place. How could he not notice...? Leaning up for another kiss, Tomek felt a passion he never felt so fiercely before, doing all that he could to please the Shaman. He sounded no better than a whining bitch when they pulled apart, the need for the other male great despite the fact that the Shaman was undressing him. What was this? He had never felt such a fierce intensity to want something or someone like this. It both scared him and intrigued him, the blonde wanting to know just where they could go or if the Shaman was right. He hoped so, he'd been right every other time so far…

Gripping on the furs tightly, Tomek had to close his eyes as Adama started to make his way down, the blonde tilting and arching his body for the Shaman as he moaned from his pleasant torture. He gasped and whined, kneading the furs when Adama licked a soft spot or sucked on a really sensitive area. Eventually, Tomek grabbed onto Adama's hair, that wasn't in braids, needing something to clutch and wrap around as his thighs spread open and far apart to accommodate the Shaman. Tomek was moaning Adama's name, panting even more as Adama's mouth now sucked on his cock that was harder than ever now, standing at full attention. Tomek begged for more, the blonde never staying still as his need grew, his body heated and wanting. For once, Tomek was going to indulge on what he felt.

Briefly noticing that Adama had gotten the oil, Tomek was going to ask what use it could have before he noticed the fingers being slicked up. What was Adama going to do? "I… I trust you, Adama…" the blonde murmured, now saying his name freely since he hadn't been reprimanded earlier for doing so. Being a virgin and unsure had Tomek instantly blushing and trying to cover up when Adama's fingers began tracing his hole, but the kisses the dark haired male gave him was an easy distraction. When the finger went inside, Tomek instantly gasped and clutched his legs together, unsure of the foreign object being inside. However, he eventually (if not slowly) grew to love it as it moved around, the blonde's legs wide open as he nodded at what the Shaman told him, hoping all his words would be true. With his head not laying back on the furs, Tomek whimpered as two fingers entered but as quick as the pain arrived it was replaced by the pleasure. "Adama… what? How…?"

The blonde was now shivering and riding Adama's (now three) fingers, no longer trying to cover up as his own hands roamed his own body. "Adama… I need… I need…" Tomek begged not really knowing what he needed or how to sedate his growing lust (or what the Shaman had planned for him).

“You can trust me, Tomek. I’d never hurt you… I’d never hurt my pair,” he whispered right before he kissed him deeply again. It lasted for long minutes then he let the boy ride his fingers. He was breathtakingly beautiful in his rapture. All the piled up need and want and desire were breaking free now and Adama felt honored to be the one to witness this beautiful agony. “No need to be afraid of this or your need. Let it all go for me. I want to see and feel it all,” he whispered and pulled his fingers back, wiping them on the edge of the fur.

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