He then took off the rest of his clothes, his thick and long cock finally springing free. He reached for the oil and slicked it up as well as pouring some more into the crease of Tomek’s small ass. “I’ll ease that need. I promise,” he said, his voice rough with lust for this innocent boy, who had already wrapped the Shaman around his pale fingers, but he didn’t want to fight it. He wanted to show and give everything to him. Maybe to compensate all the hurt he had to endure during growing up. Maybe just to finally let himself love from the bottom of his heart too. He didn’t know all the answers, but he knew that he wanted to give pleasure to the boy now.

“If it hurts, push a bit against my cock. It’ll ease and you’ll experience pleasure like never before,” he whispered on the trembling lips and waited for the nod of approval, the blunt head of his cock pressing against the tight opening. He knew he’d fit, but he didn’t want Tomek to be afraid, so he kissed him briefly and panted into his mouth as he started to push inside slowly, but steadily, giving him small and shallow fucks and circling his hips to give himself more room in the tight and hot body. The feeling was overwhelming and amazing and Adama just wanted to ram himself all the way inside, but he held back. He wanted Tomek to enjoy this as much as possible. The Shaman’s warm powers surrounded them, coaxing the boy to relax. “Let me in…” he whispered the words with the double meaning, his own soul shaking with need and want so strong, his own body began to tremble with it.

Tomek was ready, oh so ready for all the pleasures the Shaman could offer him, even if he had no clue of what they could be. Something finally broke inside of the blonde, and now he was asking for more, begging the Shaman for his touches, falling apart in the best of ways in his arms... and the action hadn't even started yet. Although he was afraid, his need to be loved and pleasured surpassed that fear so he, like he had done with the Dark One, Tomek ignored all the things in his head that could make him stop.

He did happen to look down when the Shaman pulled the rest of his clothing off, and because he did, Tomek had to swallow, some of that need waning a bit. Adama was much larger than he was, and the way Adama was slicking himself up had answered questions in Tomek's head before he could even ask them. Surely Adama knew there was no possible way he'd fit right? The fingers fit because they were small, but Adama's lengthy member inside of him? Tomek had his doubts, but he did trust the Shaman. Besides, Adama had done so much for him, so by the obvious way Adama was finding pleasure in all of this too, Tomek was going to do his best not to deny it for either of them.

He took a deep breath, breathing in the same air as Adama as their lips touched (yet did not kiss), as he nodded his approval for the older male. He whimpered and arched wildly as Adama began to slide in, the head of his cock being much bigger than three fingers, and it took everything in Tomek not to beg him to pull out. The blonde was digging his nails into Adama's shoulders, but the blonde didn't ask him to pull out. Although it did hurt a bit (as it always did the first time being entered), Tomek just breathed through it, the pain he was feeling nothing compared to what he was used to. Besides, Adama's kisses were doing well in distracting him.

Tomek was a whimpering mess under Adama, both trying to relax enough to let the Shaman easily slide inside and trying his damn hardest not to squirm from the odd sensations he was feeling as he kept being filled slowly. He wasn't afraid, oh no, but the feeling was one Tomek hadn't ever experienced before so he had no clue how to make sense of it all. When the Shaman finally pushed all the way in and stilled, Tomek pulled him into a needy kiss, his arms and legs wrapping tight around him, not letting him move just yet. After the dance of their tongues and the need of air growing great, Tomek pulled back and nodded, now ready for the Shaman to move and give him the pleasure he promised. When Adama began to move in and out the blonde's body started relaxing more and more, the uneasiness he first felt giving away as Tomek gave himself over to the pleasure, as he quickly began to urge the Shaman to give him more and not be gentle with him.

Adama could read every emotion, doubt and need from Tomek’s beautiful face that seemed to glow in the pale moonlight softly illuminating the inside of the tent. His own darker skin could never do something like that so he found the sight mesmerizing, just like the way the boy came over his fears and let him move deeper still. It seemed he instinctively knew to breathe through it so the Shaman kept going and looking into the boy’s eyes that looked black in the half-light and from the desire too. He tried to be as careful as possible and when his hips finally touched Tomek’s ass, he had to take a few sharp breaths not to lose his seed before it was time. The tight hotness around his member was an overwhelming feeling, but somehow he managed to control his body while Tomek got used to his size and being filled.

His blue eyes softened with indescribable warmth after their long kiss when he saw Tomek nod, giving him permission to move. And to the Great Spirits, it was much more intense than the Shaman remembered. Maybe it was the fact that Tomek belonged to him from the moment he came to existence in his mother’s womb. Now, after all these years he was holding him in his strong arms, the circle becoming full as their bodies were moving together in the quiet night. It was perfect. “You’re perfect,” he panted on the swollen lips then gave him the faster and harder thrusts, his glistening cock moving in and out with ease by then. “Brace yourself,” he whispered as he pushed his legs a bit higher to get into a better angle then he brushed hard against that magical spot inside the blonde boy, his strong hips moving relentlessly. He didn’t mind the scratches on his back or when Tomek’s hand tangled into his hair for a moment. He loved him being so close, so one with him. Adama wasn’t the only one who took. No, Tomek was taking not just the offered pleasure, but the heart of the Shaman too while laying there in pure pleasure, their souls truly connecting for the first time. It was intense and beautiful and Adama never wanted it to end.

Tomek was gasping and arching as Adama began to truly give him everything he had. The blonde was squirming as the thrusts came harder and faster, the blonde falling in love with every single slide inside and out. He was falling in love more and more and he was so grateful that the man above him was giving him his all. It may have made him more naive, but Tomek was letting himself fall for the powerful Shaman, the blonde's heart swelling with love as tears of joy escaped his eyes. The sound of their breaths and pants coming together along with the slaps of their bodies meeting. The blonde nodded as Adama told him to brace himself, and although Tomek was a bit confused as to why the blonde still let himself be folded by Adama.

When Adama now began to thrust and hit that magical spot, Tomek was screaming in pleasure, bucking like a wild horse as his nails began to scratch and claw along with pulling the Shaman's hair. "Oh gods… Adama… Adama!" he cried the name out like a chant, the blonde's body trembling as his body felt on fire. His heart swelled as he felt one with the Shaman, needing and taking, loving and giving. His cock was hard and leaking between them, but Tomek ignored it as he could only focus on the cock rutting into him, the blonde becoming tighter and tighter around Adama as he was growing closer. "P-please… Adama… I… I need…" the blonde whimpered, unsure of what he really needed, but trusting the Shaman to know what he needed. His dark brown eyes stared deeply into the bright electric blue ones, a smile on his lips as he cupped his lover’s, no, his Mate's, face in his small white hands as he pulled him in for another kiss filled with need and passion.

Adama was moaning and panting softly above his boy then kissed away the tears. They tasted sweet as they were tears of joy and love the Shaman could feel radiating from Tomek. He gave his everything just like Adama did and his heart was swelling too and his spirit was soaring high along with Tomek’s. He never felt like this before and he kept going, the muscles in his thighs and ass flexing with the effort while making love to his pair. He could feel how he was getting tighter around his throbbing cock. It was nearly painful but just on the right side of it. “I know what you need, Tomek…” he managed to whisper hoarsely and returned that look, the blonde’s previous screams of pleasure still ringing in his ears. He returned that smile and kissed into the pale palm before muffling the rest of their moans and groans with that kiss.

He slid a hand between them and wrapped his strong fingers around the leaking cock, pulling on it to the rhythm of his thrusts. “Let go when you’re ready. Embrace the pleasure. Take it and take me with you…” he panted into his mouth then kissed him deep and passionate, his thrusts becoming shorter and sharper against that magical spot in the sweaty and shivering boy. Adama was close to his own release too, but he wanted his new-found love to fall apart first. Tomek was breathtakingly beautiful while dancing on the edge. Adama’s hand tightened around the throbbing cock, feeling as their orgasm was crawling closer and closer, both of their souls shaking with the need to become one and Adama welcomed the new and exciting feeling. “Now…” he moaned when the moment came.

As Tomek lay under Adama, taking and liplocking as much as he could with the Shaman, the blonde was slowly falling deeper and deeper of giving in to that blinding pleasure. However, there was something that held him back each time. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted the Shaman to find release with him. Maybe it was because he wanted the Shaman's approval, even in their moments of love-making. Tomek didn't know. However, when Adama began to touch him then gave him the permission to let go, the blonde couldn't fathom words at that point. The blonde was tossing and turning his head from side-to-side, his back arching as his body hummed with need and desire.

"Adama… I… need. Please, please, please…" he begged, now as he shook his head, both arching away and into Adama's touch, the way it tightened around his cock becoming too much for the young boyish blonde to handle as he came hard upon their stomachs and Adama's hand. His body trembled and locked around the Shaman, the shock of the orgasm taking him by surprise, the blonde's hole clenching around the Shaman as he came, the blonde cumming on a silent scream, now more than ever in love with the Shaman. "Please Shaman… please…" the blonde still asked, clinging to Adama, wanting his seed filling him up, begging like a heated bitch even though his body was quickly becoming over-sensitive, he asked the Shaman to never stop, to keep rutting into him, to find his pleasure and take his own release. Never before had he felt this close to someone, and as Adama gave all that he asked for and more, all Tomek could do was thank him. Thank him for loving him. For guiding him. For deeming him worthy of this night. Even when the Shaman finally pumped him full of his seed, Tomek thanked him even more tears of joy spilling from his eyes as he now finally felt like he belonged.

The hot tight pulsing around him and feeling Tomek’s seed spill on his hand and their stomachs, and the boy begging for more was the moment Adama couldn’t hold back anymore either. With a hoarse moan he came too, filling up the tight ass with his own seed. The pleasure was white and hot, blinding all his senses until only Tomek and he remained. Knowing that he managed to give such intense pleasure to the younger man made the Shaman’s heart swell even more. As the ecstasy slowly faded, the dark-haired man wiped away the tears and he kissed the swollen lips long and tender, their body and soul still connected. “You are so worthy, Tomek. You have no idea… I promise to love you until the end of time, through all our next lives until there’s nothing left. I am yours,” he whispered cupping the flushed and sweaty face with a big hand while pressing soft kisses on his cheek, jaw, nose and mouth. “We were made for each other. Now I know for sure. You are perfect to me. Let me love you, Tomek. Please, let me,” he asked quietly.

Soon his softening cock slipped out of the blonde man and Adama had to trace the stretched and wet hole with his fingers to make sure this was real and not just a vision or dream. Satisfied with the result he gently played with Tomek’s hole, smearing his leaking seed all over and into it. “You liked making love to me like this? I didn’t hurt you, right?” he asked, some concern flashing in his grayish-blue eyes. “I couldn’t hold myself back. You… your body… your voice… your scent… you mesmerize me, Tomek,” he finally said all that he kept from the boy so far. But now he was ready to hear the Shaman’s true feelings about him. “I liked you even when you were just an infant. Then I watched you grow up in unfairness and I wanted to help, but I couldn’t yet. I wasn’t allowed or ready either. I didn’t know why the Great Spirits kept me back. But now I know. We both had to go through these years to have such a perfect union…” he smiled down at him, his hands seemingly unable not to touch, trace and discover the smaller body, as if they wanted to burn every inch of the pale skin into the Shaman’s muscle memory.

As he panted for air once both he and the Shaman were spent and one, Tomek felt the loneliness that had ebbed in his heart from years before dissipate as their souls were now one from their mating ritual. Maybe… this is why the Spirits didn't let him or any other member of the tribe get along. So he couldn't be deterred from belonging to Adama. It seemed that the Shaman had been waiting for a long time for Tomek (or at least maybe someone who needed him as much). The blonde happily kissed Adama back, being gentle and sweet not at all desperate like he was before. "I am yours Adama. Please, don't ever let me go. I shall follow you through the ends of time, never will I belong to anyone but you. I am yours as long as you are mine," Tomek promised, nuzzling the dark and tanned hand of the Shaman's returning the small kisses he was given. If any were to tell him this is where he would end up in life, Tomek wouldn't have believed it. He was so happy to be here now, the doe eyed male openly admiring his lover in the pale moonlight. Tomek silently thanked the spirits for allowing him this one blessing in this life. The blonde was never this happy and content than in this moment.

When Adama finally slipped free from his body, Tomek shivered at the empty feeling but had to gasp when the Shaman's fingers traced and played with his opening, the blonde's breath coming out in shaky pants. "Y-yes! I loved it Adama. You did not hurt me in ways that did not melt into pleasure…" the blonde confessed, his pale cheeks brightly stained now with a blush. He listened to the older male speak, wonders filling in his mind if things had played a bit differently. Slowly, when Adama finished speaking, Tomek arched and raised to meet the Shaman's wandering hands.

"That's why you had your first vision with me, isn't it? The Spirits were leading you to me?" The blonde almost wanted to ask why they'd do such a thing when Adama deserved the best, but he kept his mouth shut, not really wanting the Great Spirits to question their decision. "That's why the incident with Napa happened to, right? So the spirits could lead you to helping me?" Tomek cupped the Shaman's face and pressed their lips together with a smile. "So what other things can you teach me?" he asked with a teasing gleam in his eye, the blonde's youth and eagerness making it easy for him to get hard again.

Adama rested his fingers in Tomek’s hole while the blonde asked his questions and they exchanged a few soft and sweet kisses. Before answering he pulled his fingers free and licked one clean, looking into the boy’s surprised eyes. Then he offered one to him and watched him lick it clean, tasting the Shaman’s seed during the process. Adama watched him with quickly darkening eyes, his spent cock twitching in interest, trying to come alive again ever so slowly.

“I’m glad I didn’t hurt you. I want to love and treasure you because yes, the Spirits led me to you in that vision. It started there and everything that happened during the years – you being alone, Napa stealing your glory and the Dark Spirit possessing you, all that happened with a reason. I can see it now. It was for us to get close and unite as one. It won’t be easy to make the tribe see this, but I’ll do my best, because the Spirits guided us. They have to accept that fact, if they don’t want doom to come over the whole tribe,” he said seriously for a moment then his features softened and kissed Tomek back.

“Aren’t you a feisty one?” he chuckled low and pulled him up into a sitting position while he sat back on his heels. “You can try sucking me until I get hard again. You want me to make love to you the whole night long, don’t you?” he caressed the messy blonde hair out of the beautifully flushed face and leaned in for a soft peck. “I can feel your desire. It is beautiful, just like you,” he whispered. “I’ll take you on all fours and while lying on our sides and I’ll make you ride my cock until we fall into an exhausted sleep,” he promised with lust thick in his voice. “I’ll make up for the lost time and love you in every way I can to make you happy, my perfect Mate,” he whispered, suppressing the barely there nagging feeling in the back of his mind. He wanted to cherish every second he could spend with his new-found love. He didn’t hold anything back, his emotions were flowing freely while keeping his promise and falling for the small man head over heels. He’s never been this happy before and he made making Tomek happy his life’s mission.

Stepa had been away the day of the feast. Since he was Adama’s prodigy he wasn’t expected to take part in the hunting nor was his presence at the ceremony mandatory. Especially not when Adama had send him out for a task. He had been sent to gather certain healing and medicinal herbs and plants and some incense he and Adama used for meditation and others needed to call on certain spirits. He had been out for a few days since he had to make sure he’d gather everything. No matter how dangerous or impossible things were to find he wanted to do a good job and make Adama proud. His Adama. Stepa knew he was just his prodigy but he was head over heels in love with his teacher, his Master. He knew he wasn’t the only male to have spend time in Adama’s tent at night but he liked to believe that he was special… that what they shared was more spiritual, more pure than any of the others that shared Adama’s bed.

He made sure he saved all the herbs as Adama had told and shown him and did the best job he could. When he finally returned to the camp it was late and the feast was mainly over. He put the herbs in their right places in the tent. He was sad to not find Adama there but he knew the Elders probably had some things to attend to for the tribe. Making his way to the loudest men he found some of the boar was saved for him. Eating his meal slowly he listened to the stories they told. He was not surprised to hear Napa was the one to kill the boar. He’d always been the strongest and most daring of the guys. He was however surprised to hear how Adama had gone into the forest and came out carrying the Pale One with him. Tomek… the disgrace of their tribe.

Stepa still didn’t understand why the Elders had left the boy in the tribe instead of leaving the kid in the dark forest as an offering to the Dark Spirits. He’d heard the stories of how Adama had stood up and warned the tribe that Tomek should stay in the tribe but Stepa didn’t agree. The kid didn’t fit in. He was too pale, too skinny and too clumsy. He was an outcast to their tribe, a disgrace to the tribe. Whenever Elders or Shamans from other tribes came to visit Stepa wanted nothing more but to hide Tomek from sight. He didn’t belong with them. He was too much of a white man to ever fit in. He’d brought this up with Adama but he resolutely cut Stepa off and forbid him to speak about it so Stepa spoke to one of the Elders and he sought advice of their Spirits in the woods. The spirits Stepa reached spoke the words exactly the opposite to those that Adama spoke and told him Tomek didn’t belong and should be sent from the tribe. Unknown to Stepa the spirits that he reached were Dark Spirits who wanted to destabilize the tribe by trying to discredit the powerful shaman.

Stepa had discussed what the Spirits had told him with his uncle who was an Elder but he was too afraid to bring it up with the other Elders so Stepa stood powerless. Instead of focusing on Tomek he focused on his teachings. He wanted to learn as much as possible but he mostly ventured in the darker teachings. He couldn’t help but always ask Adama about the darker side of the positive chants he taught him. He disguised this by genuine interest and telling Adama it would help him recognize dark people and dark spirits. But unknown to Stepa and even Adama the Dark Spirits already had a hold on Stepa and had stimulated his darker parts.

Hearing how much time Adama has spent in his tent with Tomek made Stepa’s dark side flare up in anger and jealousy but there was nothing he could do. He hadn’t been here and Adama was probably just protecting the kid. The others had told him how they had secretly joked and laughed as Adama had carried the unconscious boy easily into the tent. It made Stepa feel good to hear all his brothers felt the same, they wished Adama wouldn’t have found the boy and just left him to die in the forests. Speaking and eating with his brothers until late in the night Stepa walked to Adama’s tent but seeing it closed he sighed sadly. He had hoped his work would have pleased Adama and would have earned him another night in his bed. Turning back he went to his own bed and had a restless night.

The next days Stepa did his best to get close to Adama but Tomek was constantly near Adama or on his mind. This only angered Stepa since Adama had barely thanked him for the amazing work he had done and instead of teaching him he was teaching that Tomek. When Stepa was sent off once more while Tomek got to stay, Stepa ventured into the forest enraged. He conversed with what he wrongly thought to be the Great Spirits for a time before he retreated to his own tent.

The sun was high in the sky the next morning when Stepa had eaten, washed himself and his things from his journey. Adama was normally up by this time so Stepa gathered breakfast for his Shaman as well. Asking one of the girls, Ayana, to help him carry the food while he took a bucket of water for his Shaman to wash himself, Stepa opened the tent. Seeing Adama and Tomek in bed, nude Stepa dropped the bucket as he gasped. His heart broke as he saw Adama’s head resting over Tomek’s heart as they were intertwined. Not just as a quick fuck but as lovers. The rage he felt from that and the way the Shaman had tainted the tribe and his powers by sleeping with the White Demon was a betrayal for the jealous Stepa.

Kicking the bucket inside he called out to Napa who was walking close by as he told the girl to call the Elders. Grabbing the waking Tomek he called to Napa to grab Adama. He told Napa they needed to bring them to the Elders. This disgrace could not go unpunished. He could hear the Spirits crying out inside him and he told Napa as he proceeded to use his strength to drag the naked Tomek out of the tent and to the centre of the camp in front of the Elders’ tents. The Elders were already waiting confused as Stepa tossed Tomek at their feet, Napa following with Adama who strangely was struggling less than Stepa expected. Napa and Mahkah, the two strongest young men in the tribe held both men down on their knees in front of the Elders. The whole tribe had heard by now and was gathering in a large circle as Stepa started to speak up loudly.

“Most respected Elders, Brothers and Sisters. Just now I and Ayana went to bring food and water to our Adama. We found our Shaman…” he spitted out the word with no respect “in his bed, as naked as he is now, in a romantic embrace with the White Demon. Tomek… the disgrace to our strong tribe. He has disgraced us but worst of all, Adama has disgraced and horribly angered the Great Spirits. I can feel them crying out in anger and they will have our tribe deal with the incredibly severe consequences for us all if we let this continue. We must stop this. We must rid our tribe of this disgrace, of this White Demon. Elders, brothers and sisters, we must act… Else the consequences for our tribe, our family will be enormous.”

"You should know how feisty I am Adama… you've seen it first hand I believe…" Tomek chuckled before blushing furiously as the Shaman spoke above him, the feelings swirling inside of him, ones akin to happiness and love. He couldn't believe that he was now finally loved, but loved by someone so generous? Tomek mentally thanked the Great Spirits as he wrapped his lips around the Shaman's cum slicked fingers, sucking as if he was determined to remember the taste. "Y-you will teach me all of that Adama?" Tomek mumbled out hesitantly, nervously reaching out to grab and stroke the Shaman's cock like the way the Shaman had done to his own.

From that moment on, only words of love and guidance were spoken between the two as Adama fulfilled his promises of how he'd take the blonde boy. They went round after round, the blonde cumming in wild throws of passion, his body littered with the Shaman's love bites, his Shaman covered in his own claw and bite marks. They mated and mated until the blonde had to plead and ask the Shaman to stop, reaching his limits much quicker than Adama did, but he did let the Shaman use his mouth and throat should he need something to rut into. By the time they were both sated, it was well into the night, Tomek and the Shaman curled around together, panting against one another their sweaty bodies now cooling off as they fell asleep (well at least him. For Tomek hadn't known once he was fast asleep that the Shaman had cleaned them both up of their spent).

During the night, Tomek would awake with a start, nightmares of impending doom haunting him. Each time he woke, he could feel the Shaman wrap tighter around him, always moving closer. Yet time after time, Tomek woke up only to relax. Maybe come morning, Tomek would ask Adama what these dreams were. The blonde had eventually settled down as Adama laid on top of him, head over his heart. Something inside of the blonde relaxed then, knowing that just as he had fallen for Adama, Adama had fallen for him and cared. He slept peacefully then until he was startled awake.

Tossing the bucket that had hit him awake aside, Tomek was moving to sit up before he could feel himself being forcibly dragged out of Adama's embrace and tent. What in the world?! Tomek spat out curses as he was dragged away naked, that fire he usually had coming to full light as he tried to fight off who he now realized was Stepa, Adama's pupil. What in the world? The blonde spat out curse after curse, demanding to be released until he was thrown at the Elders' feet. He vaguely was aware Adama was going through the same until he turned to see Napa holding Adama down. What in the..?!

"STEPA!" he screamed, more than ever fighting Mahkah's grip, trying to get to the damned student to listen and rethink of what he was saying before Aatami, Stepa's Elder uncle forced him to be silent. He listened in horror to Stepa's speech. Adama angered the Spirits?! But how if just last night… the blonde boy wanted to turn and look at the Shaman but thanks to Mahkah's foot holding his head down and his brother's strong arms holding his own pale and weak ones into a tight and painful grip, Tomek couldn't do anything. He listened to Stepa continue on, now saying there was only one way for the tribe to rid themselves of the Shaman's "disgrace". Tomek shook his head and screamed ferociously, tears spilling from his eyes as he could see one of the females bring out the axe they normally used to behead a sacrificial beast.

"NO! You can't! I lured him into it! I am the one who did wrong! Not Adama! He is merely man! You can't punish him for what I did!" the blonde screamed at blood-curdling levels, his arms and legs being bound meanwhile. Once tied up and not needing to be held, Tomek was merely passed and held up by another one of his brothers, Napa and Mahkah now holding Adama down as he struggled. "Please! Aatami! Anakin!" He looked to his father figure, the only one of the elders who ever took the time for him. "Takoda please…" the blonde looked wide eyed as his only confidant turned and walked away. "PLEASE! STOP THIS!" the blonde screamed, ignoring whatever chant Stepa was going on about, as he tried to break free from his captor and his bindings. "Adama! Please! Escape please!"

The blonde went deathly silent, stopped struggling, frozen in all time and space as he saw his only lover beheaded in front of him. Adama… his Adama… how… why would the Spirits do this?! The blonde watched as the females, Stepa, and his brothers wrapped his body up in a tarp, tying it together. He looked into the eyes of Stepa, recognizing a familiar darkness.

"HE'S POSSESSED! HE HAS THE SPIRITS OF A DARK ONE IN HIM!" Of course to make such an accusation against not only the new Shaman but Aatami's nephew, was his own death sentence. The blonde stopped fighting as he was slapped by Aatami, clearly knowing he had lost. For what was the point in going on? He had lost his lover, his only lover, his only friend... and even his only parental figure. He looked into Stepa's eyes, unknowing that would be what doomed his, Adama's, and Stepa's spirits as that "chant" from earlier was actually a curse. He spit in Stepa's face, earning another slap, his brothers now lifting his and Adama's (now dead) bodies.

As he rode on his brother's shoulder, tied up and mouth gagged by cloths and rope, Tomek had to close his eyes the entire trip to who knows where. Not liking that each time they opened, the blonde boy could see the bloody tarp that held his dead Mate. He mentally spewed apologies to the Great Spirits for his tribe's incompetence. For they had merely followed the wrong leader and their distrust of Tomek for his differences made them vulnerable. Since he had his eyes closed, Tomek hadn't realized they had walked into the Forbidden Grounds and to the Dark Bayou. It was the blonde hearing the voice of the Dark One that had Tomek looking up to see their surroundings. He was right! Stepa was possessed! For if Adama could not face the darkness here, how could Stepa?

He began to mumble and cry out against the cloth rag to still try to warn and protect his tribe, but couldn't. He silently watched Adama's body being tossed into the bayou, sinking into the dark waters. He looked around at his brothers, seeing the subtle changes in their eyes of movements, knowing the Dark Spirits were taking up residence in every single person there. All but Tomek who was now being turned and laid upon the ground. He glared at Stepa one last time, before his head was held underwater, the blonde quickly dying from suffocation as he could not fight off anymore due to his lack of strength and will to live. For maybe, just maybe, he would get to enjoy death with Adama… wherever that may be.

The night passed quickly while Adama and Tomek loved each other for hours. By the time they stopped, they were both exhausted and the Shaman cleaned up his already sleeping Mate with a wet cloth before laying his head on the pale chest over his heart. The steady drumming under his ear soon lulled him into a deep sleep too. He felt too happy to worry about tomorrow as after so many years he finally felt whole. It was a fragile and young feeling, but it was amazing. Nothing compared to it and both the man and spiritual leader in him were basking in the soft warmth that surrounded them both, their souls still connected. He woke up a few times during the rest of the night too, but when he realized where and with whom he was, a soft smile always spread on his handsome face and he held Tomek tighter to him, soothing him back into sleep.

But as morning came, everything they just found in each others’ arms got cruelly ripped from them. First the Shaman didn’t know what was happening as rough hands dragged them both out of the tent and forced their still naked bodies – decorated with the love bites and other marks of the night, making it obvious to everyone what’d happened in that tent – on their knees in front of the Elders. The Shaman wasn’t struggling as much as it was expected, because he knew he was right and that they were guided by the Great Spirits. It was just a big misunderstanding that he’d clear up quickly. But when his blue eyes met Stepa’s angry and jealous ones and heard his hateful words, his face fell. He tried to protest, tried to beg, tried to convince them that his pupil was wrong.

“Please, don’t do this, Stepa… You are wrong… You are listening to the wrong spirits…” he started, but Tomek’s desperate screams made him pause and look at the disheveled blonde boy, his Mate. “No, he didn’t lure me… It was the will of the Great Spirits… We are SOULMATES!” he shouted more and more desperate, trying to reason with the tribe, but as they looked at them, he knew that they were too late. He was a discredited Shaman now and they all ignored what they were saying.

Adama tried to struggle now with all his might, the Great Spirits howling in his head to encourage him, their power shaking the branches of the nearby trees, the wind tossing sand into the humans’ face, but no one could stop the woman bringing out the Sacrificial Blade.

“No… please don’t! You all are making a grave mistake!!!” he tried again, freeing one hand to reach towards Tomek, his blue eyes rounding when he heard the chanting Stepa had started. “Stop it! You don’t know what you’re meddling with! You’re gonna doom the whole tribe! You’re gonna punish us for all our future lives!” he screamed at his student now, but Stepa was clearly too much under the influence of the Dark Spirits and he continued the chanting. Adama recognized The Curse of the Damned Souls and he was casting it on him and Tomek. It was one of the worst curses that existed as it kept the soulmates apart no matter how many times they might meet in their next lives. It rendered them helpless against their cursed fate. The closer they would get, the quicker death would find them and pushing them apart just to start over in another life, never letting their souls unite again.

“Please… please don’t…” Adama sobbed by then, trying to get closer to the tied up Tomek to touch him once more. It felt as if time slowed down. He could feel his tears run down his cheeks, the dust and wind swirling around them, playing with his long black hair. He could hear the beads clinking in his braids, he could feel the heat of the sun and then… and then as he was held down by his arms, his head pushed down by his hair, he could hear the sound of the axe swoosh through the air… The last thing he saw was a pair of teary, scared and desperate pair of brown eyes – Mate – and then after a second of pain, darkness enveloped him while his spirit left his body, only to be caught by the curse, keeping it from the Great Spirits’ guidance. The curse was like a spider web, catching his soul and tossing it around as he got further and further away from the only light – Tomek’s suffering soul – and the bloody scene underneath. If he still had the ability, he’d have screamed for him while his once physical and now beheaded body fell into the dust, but he had no voice or other senses anymore and his spirit drifted away, his memories and self fading into nothingness.

He didn’t know anything about how his dead body was carried and dumped into the Dark Bayou, how the members of his tribe got possessed by the Dark Spirits, how his Mate finally suffocated in the messy water of the Bayou and how Stepa and the tribe died a horrible death soon after as the Dark Spirits brought the predicted doom on all of them. No. There was nothing left. Just darkness and an incomplete soul drifting aimlessly for god knows how long… and then…

Light and noise and a new beginning.

Fire and Ice
(3rd part of "The Others" series)

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