Chapter 10

After a visit in the saloon the pair went back to the Sheriff’s office after a little 'sightseeing' in the dusty town. Of course they were escorted by Sid's yapping and banter and half-dirty comments. 

Once they started heading back, the Indian shaman got lost in his thoughts. He met Lady Stacy for the first time... Well since he remembered... because Mick and his father had that typical older family members habit to talk about things that happened to Corey as a month old baby like he should remember everything… 

That made him smile a bit sadly. He truly hoped the spirits would guide Mick back into town in one piece... And keep his father safe... Though, he knew that for the latter things were kinda settled. And the old Chief knew his fate and was prepared...

But anyway... Sid led them back to the office and left to bring them dinner. 

Staying with Jim alone again brought his thoughts to his pair. It was a little weird for the Indian to see how much different the Sheriff acted around the town members and how he was outright strange and embarrassed at the saloon with all the ladies. For Corey it took a few long cold gazes with his deep blue eyes to get and keep the very giving kind of females away from him. 

Jim seemed to be his old more unsure self, who was a little clumsy and very cute but not so manly… 

That all made Corey smile as he was sitting finally without all the clothes and scarf to cover his native tattoos. He was on the middle of the bed just watching Jim packing their stuff out.

It was still so strange for Jim to see Corey among these white men. Not just because he looked so different in white man clothes and short hair – though he was smoking hot like that too. But because Jim got quickly used seeing his pair in a Native setting and doing such duties. Not such a western thing like acting as a detective and trying to solve murders and assassination attempts.

Also Jim had to concentrate a lot not to accidentally let something slip about Corey's real background. And also not to fall flat on his face or something from his returned clumsiness. He often felt embarrassed and blushed a lot that day because of not being on the top of his game. Which the now calm shaman surely noticed. Though Jim was quite thankful at the saloon too when his pair came to his aid with the ladies. After that he could relax a bit.

Now as he finished packing out and turned around, he had to swallow hard from the sight of his very naked inked shaman watching him with his glowing blue eyes. Blushing deep and nearly giggling very unmanly, he dropped his gaze and took off his vest to start unbuttoning his shirt and take off his clothes one by one.

"Am I cursed? Or this place? I can't seem to find my footing in this town, it seems. It's embarrassing, really..." he mumbled. "But I'm happy you're here," he added with a small shy smile as he dropped his underwear to the floor too and walked naked to the bed to climb next to his man.

"I see that. In my village it was different. But it will change there too soon…" Corey said with a sigh, but welcomed Jim's bare closeness with a loving smile. "I think you are very cute, though.. I loved how everyone looked up at you in town. Come here my man of the law…" the shaman smirked holding Jim's hand and lying back in the bed to pull his pair to him.

"Glad you think I was cute because I just simply feel embarrassed about all this. Imagine, it was worse the day I arrived. Without Sid guiding me I think I would have messed up even more..." he murmured as he practically wrapped his long and bigger body around Corey's much smaller one, inhaling his beloved scent from the crook of that amazing thick neck.

"What do you mean that things will change soon in your village too? What do you feel?" he murmured just enjoying the closeness of his shaman.

"Life is about changing. Things will happen as they should happen…" Corey said closing his eyes as he hugged his man and caressed the long silky hair of his pair. "I think you've guessed how. Because of Mick's twin sister my father will come in town again for the funeral. Since the last few days he feels the spirits more... And also accepted it…" he added quietly hugging him stronger to himself.

"I think I get what you're saying... I'm sorry, my love," Jim murmured, tightening his long arms around Corey too. If what the chief and his son were feeling was true then they were ahead of a difficult time and Jim wanted them both to enjoy the relative peace before that.

This thought seemed to give some more confidence to the young man and rolling Corey onto his back, he leaned half-way over him to caress his short beard, looking deep into the beloved blue eyes.

"Want me to help you forget what's coming?" he whispered with a tender expression on his clean-shaven face.

"No… But I want you to make me feel more close to you... and not alone with all what will come," Corey looked back into the hazel eyes and leaned his face to the caressing hand.

He really needed his pair. And from the next day he probably will need him even more. The spirits are always right… He met his soulmate at the right time, just when it was meant to be. He turned his body more to Jim's and stroked the long back. His pink lips parted a little as he moved closer to ask for a kiss.

"Of course, my love. Anything you wish..." Jim smiled fondly at the boyish-looking shaman in his arms and leaned down to give him the kiss he needed so much. And the second their lips touched and his tongue found his way into Corey's mouth to deepen the kiss, Jim's resolve to give exactly what his man asked for only got stronger, making him much more determined.

While kissing Corey with all he got, one of Jim's hands stroked down on the other man's tummy to close his long fingers around the hardening cock there, wanting to give pleasure as their slow-ish kiss got more and more passionate.

As always when they kissed like that, Corey felt like his whole being was melting into Jim's and nothing could ever harm them. His body came alive soon too as his more free nature took over and soon he pulled the bigger body over his. Limbs were wrapping around Jim to keep him close.

Moaning into the seemingly endless kiss, Jim got more comfortable between the muscular thighs he loved so much and even caressed and grabbed one a few times until it was time for him to rub their groins together, hard oozing cocks sliding alongside.

After a couple of minutes, the sheriff pulled back enough to moan and slide his lips down to Corey's neck. There he started kissing, licking and nipping a throbbing vein before moving lower onto the tattooed chest and tug on a pierced nipple.

That fire from within Corey's very core started to rise again and creep along his spine. Jim maybe was clumsy and lost in the little town, but he could play him and his body with perfect precision. The young man's head fell back and he moaned long from the way Jim pampered his neck. He wanted to feel becoming one with his pair so badly... 

"I need you so much... my Sheriff…" he moaned again, more lust-filled while he pushed Jim's head and sharp teeth closer to his nipple.

It was really crazy for Jim how much this small redhead could turn him on and make him forget everything else in the world in seconds. By that time he was so hungry too to feel their bodies and spirits become one again that after a few harder tugs and sucking on both pierced and very sensitive nipples, he stroked the heaving chest a few times.

"I need you too, my Shaman..." he whispered then moved Corey's legs up onto his shoulders to be able to lean down and suck the oozing cock nearly all the way down on his throat, hollowing his cheeks on his way back with each bob of his head. Jim's long wavy hair kept falling onto Corey and around his face until he slid off the tasty long cock to stroke it to the side, his long fingers jerking his man before he went down to suckle and lick his balls too. Then it was time to wet his fingers and while starting to massage that wonderfully tight hole, the sheriff returned to sucking his man with all he got.

Corey was already panting for air and shaking to feel more. Jim's wonderfully skilled lips on his leaking hardness made the small man dizzy with pleasure. Threatening to fill the hot wet mouth of his man before it was time. 

Finally he felt the long wet fingers teasing his entrance and he practically whined for it. His hips moved in a circle and pushed against Jim's fingertip, his own fingers lost in the long soft hair as he let himself feel the love and belonging to his pair.

It still amazed and turned Jim on so much to see and feel how responsive Corey's body and being was to his touches. He loved it very damn much. He never had anyone with whom he could feel so tuned in and connected with. Maybe that's how things worked between destined mates. Or that's what Jim thought.

Not wanting Corey to lose it too fast, he slipped off the glistening and very hard cock with a loud pop, watching the slightly curved meat flop back onto the tiny tattooed belly. Then Jim's hungry gaze fell onto the quickly opening up hole as it was practically swallowing more and more of the two digits so damn beautifully, making him moan.

Spitting over the hole, the sheriff worked more of it into Corey as he moved his fingers faster and deeper with each move until he curled them. By then he was slamming them fully in, starting to work a third one in while brushing against that magical spot deep in his lover. His own dick was weeping pre-cum by then, throbbing to be buried in his shaman again.

The Indian felt like his whole being has started to burn from desire for that amazingly skilled man. All the mixed emotions he had over Jim having much more experience than he had was gone forever. For his sheriff has learned all that was possible to master in sexuality... or at least Corey felt that way... 

His body melted from the high stimulation Jim was giving him. Starting to whine for it and even beg in his native language while panting for air.

In such situations Jim didn't need to speak Corey's native language. He clearly understood the intention (or rather begging) behind those unknown words.

"Yes, it's time. Can't wait longer either..." he growled like some kind of a hungry beast and pulled his fingers out of Corey's hole, manhandling him onto his tummy. "I want to try something new, though. You trust me?" he murmured into the redhead's ear before nipping at the pierced earlobe, rubbing his wet dick against that mouthwatering round ass.

Of course Corey had no objections against anything Jim wanted to do with him. So he stood on all fours before his pair, panting from lust and moved his ass moaning against the wet dick. "Yeah... I trust you… I want to be one with you…" he breathed.

"Good boy..." Jim chuckled and moaned a bit, loving that sweet ass rubbing against him. But he forced himself to pull back and go to the drawer in which his clothes were. Taking two black ties out of it, he knelt on the bed next to Corey and stroked along his inked arm.

"Put your chest down on the bed and adjust the pillow any way that's comfortable for you. Then stretch out your arms so I can tie your hands to the rails of the headboard. You'll love it, I'm sure. You'll be at my mercy. It's all about trust and pleasure and completely surrendering to me and my control..." he explained, his cock jumping just from the mental image of seeing Corey like that.

Corey looked at Jim for a second then nodded and did as Jim said. 

He understood and liked the method of what Jim tried to do with him. He even put up a little show for his creative man, stretching out his tattooed arms and back, moving his shoulders a little to flex the muscles in his back – making the beast seem to move along with him too. 

And as he got into that mindset, he indeed felt like he was opening up to the spirit realm and reaching for Jim's spirit to merge into one.

"My Lord, you're too good to be true..." Jim said once he could close his mouth from the little show Corey had put on him. He could feel more pre-cum oozing out of his very hard shaft from it. "You're truly my match..." he smiled with adoration at his shaman and leaned down for a rough and possessive kiss before kneeling back up to firmly take one of Corey's hands, making him grab onto the a bar. Then he quickly tied his wrist to it too, making sure that he didn't cut off the circulation. After doing the same with the other hand, Jim sat up and admired the mouthwatering view.

"You look so irresistible, my shaman..." he panted, smearing the wetness down on his long shaft, moaning. Then the young sheriff leaned over the arched back as he was kneeling behind the other man's ass. His big hands began caressing Corey's sides, chest and tummy as he licked along the young man's spine, nipping on the skin here and there.

Jim really didn't know which way to pamper and excite his man, because he had too many ideas. But also he needed to be buried in the small body so damn much... So after kissing his way down to the prepped hole, he spit on it again and positioned himself, panting loudly. Then it was time to watch his wide tip slowly pushing inside, wanting to enjoy the drag as the tight walls gave way to him.

The way Jim took his time to tease the living daylight out of Corey started to become too much. His inner beast even started to rise and the small creature growled his frustration as his strong body pulled against the ropes, flexing all the inked skin. Making the beast seem to be alive too… Maybe to some extent it was merging with the shaman... 

But when the long dick finally slid inside him, it was Corey who moaned and trembled delighted. His inner walls wrapping around and pulling the slick cock deeper with a carnal hunger.

To be honest, Jim found the wild being under him breathtaking. Also the way his stretching hole took him so hungrily. The tall man just loved all the exciting noises too which Corey was making to express both his frustration then pleasure.

"You're so hot and tight... You're gonna be the death of me!" Jim groaned too, both hands grabbing onto the firm ass cheeks to pull them more apart and watch as his glistening cock was swallowed between them. Keeping Corey still, he pulled back and watched as he slid inside torturingly slowly over and over again until his pair got loose enough. Then his hips picked up a faster pace, fucking into Corey as deep as he could while slapping his pale ass cheeks a few times until they started to color nearly all over from the hits of his big hands.

The slapping surprised Corey. But also added more oil to his inner fire. He just loved the slightly burning feeling that turned into a pleasurable tingling and rushed over his nerves. Also it made him push back – as much as he was able tied out like that – to meet up Jim's fastening and deepening thrusts. Mumbling in non-English and moaning and grumbling loud.

"You like this, don't you? Being slapped and tied out and at my mercy..." he panted hoarsely and very much turned on as now his balls kept slapping loudly against that mouthwatering reddish ass. Then he pressed as much of his body against Corey's back as he could, pausing only to lick and bite that beast tattoo on his back a few times.

Then he rammed as deep as he could, staying like that to circle his hips and rub hard against Corey's walls and that sweet spot in him. While enjoying that feeling and his redhead's reactions, he calmed himself down a bit with biting and sucking the tattoo on the back of the thick neck, one had sneaking under his lover to play with a pierced nipple a bit rougher.

"Yeah....y-yes…" Corey managed to cry out. His body was swimming in sweat and pleasure, trembling violently in a brand new and higher rapture than ever before. 

All that Jim was giving him was making his senses overflow and his other side surfaced even more. Beastly groans and howls escaped his lips as his body tensed against the restrains, but never missing a beat of the maddening pace with which his pair was taking him.

Instead of trying to "tame" that beast, Jim was riling it up even more with twisting the nipples then sliding his hand down onto the very, very wet and hard cock to firmly pull on it in sync with his by then hammering thrusts. He wanted Corey to fully surrender, be his true self and open completely up so their souls could melt together.

Jim could feel himself getting closer to the shaman's spirit with each move he made to make Corey lose it. Maybe next time he'll take him long and slow, but now all was about their instincts again.

Licking the salty and hot skin at the crook of Corey's neck, Jim murmured "Become one with me, my beautiful beast..." He could feel how much Corey was trembling and at the brink.

Not that the shaman or the lurking beast spirit would have needed more encouraging. Corey was lost for the world around him. Only Jim and their closeness and connecting souls existed. Not to mention his burning body that seemed to be turned into liquid lava under the special attention of his pair. 

Without any other announcement, the small creature let out a cry that was more characteristic to a suffocating beast’s than to a young human’s. He was coming hard and long into Jim's hand, his body cramping in bliss and pulling his mate with him into the flames.

***

Jim just finished putting on his better and more elegant suit that he had brought with him from NYC for more important celebrations. And wanting to give his respect to the poor murdered girl – and also to her relatives – he stroked down on his tie after checking the gun on his side. This time he tied his hair together with a black leather strip and turned to Corey with a serious – and a little worried expression. He wasn't entirely sure that the Chief and Mick (if he gets back at all) showing up on the funeral in bright daylight was a good idea, but he knew he wouldn't be able to talk them out of it, even if he tried.

"Are you ready, my love?" he asked and even stepped to the shorter man to cup his face in his big hands, his face softening into a gentle and very much in love expression.

"Yes. Ready as much as I can be," Corey said and raised onto his toes to peck his lover's lips. 

He knew how much danger this ceremony could be. Also it will reveal all the family ties between them maybe to more people than it's safe to know... 

"It will be... interesting.." he added putting on a dark suit jacket he brought with himself then tied a handkerchief around his thick neck to hide all the tattoos. After that he put his guns in their sheaths too, looking up at Jim to signal that he was ready.

"I have the same feeling..." Jim said after the peck then stole another kiss from his shaman. "Let's just keep our eyes open and be careful. For some reason I have a bad feeling besides the worry," the tall sheriff said then nodded that they should get going.

Downstairs a slightly tipsy Sid joined them. And of course they got a dirty grin from him – which made it clear that he had heard at least some of what they did last night.

"The horses are ready to go to the cemetery," he announced, tipping his hat at them. For a change he looked quite decent in a better suit too.

"Thank you, Sid," Jim murmured with some color on his upper cheeks, but didn't comment anything else.

The cemetery was on a small hillside behind the dusty town and took about 10 minutes on horse back. By the time they got there, Reverend Chris, the Madame, her girls and a few others were already there. And as they got closer and a few people moved aside, they noticed that Chief Shawn and Mick were already there with grim expressions.

Seeing his father made the Indian stop and take a deep breath. 

"Wait... I have to tell you more about my family. That dead girl is Mick's twin sister. They were the much younger siblings of my mother. My father and my mother took care of them, like his own children. The bear is my uncle. Not many knows these... You should, I think," Corey said looking deeply at the sheriff. 

He had a very bad feeling about all this too. And the signs weren't looking good either. But they slowly got to the gathering to let fate play its cards out as it wished.

The Sheriff tried to keep his poker face on from the new information Corey just shared with him about his family relations. But it also cleared a lot of questions for him. Since there was no time to get into it more at the moment, he simply nodded to his pair as a sign that he understood. Also it only made Jim's throat tighten with worry. Now he saw what a huge risk both the Chief and Mick took to be there at the girl's funeral.

From that his hazel eyes checked every face and kept searching their surroundings too. They were too exposed to his liking, but he couldn't do anything about that. So he just followed Corey after whispering to Sid (who hopefully just played on his tipsiness this time) to keep his eyes open.

"I think everyone we were waiting for are gathered here," the Reverend looked around, ready to start after everyone quieted down and also the Undertaker drew back under a dead tree's slim shadow, leaning onto his shovel.

Corey went to stand by his father, who was wearing his white man clothes but also his Iowan Chief necklace and eagle feathers in his hair. 

The meaningful deep look shared between the two of them probably didn't skip the others’ attention, but it just didn't matter. 

Next Corey nodded to Mick, who had the Madame hugging his big arm like she was afraid the huge handsome man would get lost again... 

With a sigh the small shaman in disguise peeked up at his pair as Chris started to say a prayer.

Jim nodded to the Chief and Mick as a greeting and so wanted to put an arm around his pair but they were in public. So he simply just returned the blue gaze then turned his head towards the gathering to look for any threat. 

Sid stayed at the edge of the crowd, keeping an eye on their environment while the Reverend continued, accompanied by some sniffing of the other girls.

It all happened in mere seconds. Everyone was focusing on the coffin and the Reverend's words. There was a light breeze in the morning and quiet all around. Making the scene even more peaceful, or suspicious... 

The shot barked loud. It echoed from the far hills and made the resting birds panic and chirp loudly as they took off to the sky. 

Shawn grabbed his chest and bent down. The hit was very precise, the shotgun bullet went straight through the Iowan Chief’s heart... 

Mick took off at once. Despite his heavy look, his legs ran fast towards the bushes where the shot was aimed from. 

It took only a blink of an eye for Corey to catch his father’s falling body into his arms and call him on his native language. 

Shawn smiled at his son, saying back some lines in Iowan then closed his eyes and with a long sigh his spirit joined the aerials. 

That was when the young shaman tore the scarf from his neck and growled like a beast that lived whitin him and ran after Mick too. Followed by the Madame's cries and pleas for them to stop, the screams of the saloon girls and the shocked expression of Jim. Who soon found his own voice and called after Corey too ad Sid ran to his horse to assist the other two men.

From the bushes a dark short-haired man jumped up and tried to run away. Not that he had any chance as Corey yelled, or more like howled some native lines at him and Mick's deep voice shouted at the slim armed man. 

Pulling his gun out during the chase, Mick shot a few times but missed. They were able to chase the fucker to the river, and there he got somewhat cornered between the water and the high cliff. 

The one thing that really stopped him was a tomahawk flying into his knee bend, almost tearing the limb off as he fell into the fast stream.

The shock was making his body numb, but the Sheriff quickly shook himself out of it and yelled after his lover and Mick – in vain. 

Frowning, he looked at the lifeless body of the Chief on the ground with the Reverend and the Madame kneeling by it. Most of the other town's people already fled the scene. Though the strangely calm Undertaker was still leaning onto his shovel with a nearly amused expression. 

"Stay with the Chief, please," Jim told them then headed back to Prince, quickly untying Corey's horse too to take him along. This was probably the first time the Sheriff jumped up on Prince with ease to follow the chasers. 

He caught up with them when the assassin fell into the river. As he passed the three men, he let go of the rein of the other horse to leave him to whoever might want to get on him. Then he turned Prince so he could follow the killer from the riverbank.

Corey jumped up on his horse and yelled after the limping man in Indian language. He did not care about his cover or anything else. He knew his father has left that world. Even before the funeral he and the chief could feel the signs. But that didn’t take away anything from the pain that was pounding like a piercing burning knife stabbed over and over into his chest. 

The sniper’s blood painted the stream red as he tried to get away. But eventually he gave up. Throwing the gun away he stayed put as the headhunter and the shaman tied him up in silence. 

"Take him into the Sheriff’s Office. We take the Chief back to his home with Coyote," Mick told Jim and Sid on a matter of fact tone, gently patting his nephew's back.

Jim was prepared to talk Corey out of killing the guy on the spot, but sighed a bit relieved when he saw it wasn't going to be necessary. Still... looking at the devastated, angry and sad expression of his love was breaking Jim's heart too. Especially because the Sheriff knew he wouldn't be able to go with his hurting Shaman... The man who probaby was going to become the leader of the Iowan tribe next to stepping into the role of the first Shaman too.

"Take him," Jim only said that to Sid and turned to the quiet and young-looking assassin. "If you try anything, my Deputy will drag you back to town behind his horse! Understood?" he frowned with a furious expression.

"Y-yes, Sheriff..." the guy said barely audible. He was probably scared of what will happen to him.

Well, the only reason he was still alive was the fact that they needed to interrogate him.

After that, the tall Sheriff watched as Sid led the guy to his horse then Jim walked over to his devastated mate and hid him from the sight of the murderer with his bigger body and back. Cupping his face between his big hands, he looked deeply into his pair's eyes. He'd never seen them so sad. "I'm so sorry, my love..." he whispered so just the two of them could hear it and gently pecked the soft lips.

Being far enough and only near to Mick as all of them were somewhat hid by the bushes, Corey leaned into Jim's chest for some kind of protection. Kissing back the soft lips, he just stayed close to Jim for a few seconds, inhaling his pair's scent.

"We take him back and talk to the elders. I will be busy at the village now because all of this. I expect you to come to his ceremony, if not before. It will be two days from now on at sundown," Corey said low and backed away from the sheriff. 

They were now two separate worlds – more than ever before since they've met. Both of them the head of their people and responsible for many lives. 

With his sad eyes kept on Jim for long, Corey turned and hurried his steps to catch up with Mick, followed by the brown horse he came into town with. 

Back in the cemetery, ignoring the few town people who remained there, Corey picked up a handful of dirt and threw on his dead aunt's coffin in the grave. The Undertaker did his job well with quickening up the burial with all that happened all of a sudden. The Shaman said some Iowan words with closed eyes then looked around. 

"May justice be served for all. And all may rest in peace," he said in English, avoiding the eyes and bowed to the grave. 

Chris only seemed a little shocked by all. And while he knelt beside the dead Chief, he nodded respectfully at the unmasked young Indian.

The Madame watched over everything while the others were on the chase, but she definitely looked relieved when they all came back alive and was informed where the Sheriff and the other two men were. Still, it didn't make her feel less worried. She knew all too well who was behind this and how far he was willing to go. "Please, take care of yourself and him. I don't want to lose you again..." she whispered to the big buff head hunter, squeezing his arm once more then reluctantly let it go and watched as Mick and Corey and even the Reverend handled the Chief's dead body.

"Stay safe, Corey... and my condolences. Your father was a good man," she finally said after thanking them for coming to the funeral and then bid the two men farewell.

Back by the river bank's bushes, letting Corey slide out from his embrace was probably the hardest thing for Jim to do during his life. For some reason it felt finite. But it was probably only his worrying and overthinking mind again. "I'll be there. Please take care of yourself, my love..." Jim whispered and felt like his heart was breaking all over again as he watched the back of his Shaman getting further and further away from him. He knew it had to be done, he knew how serious things just got, but it was still a horrible feeling.

How will they be able to meet? Literally they were now standing on the two sides of a deep abyss... Was their relationship going to fade and disappear in the darkness between their worlds? Even the thought made Jim's heart ache.

"Let's go, Jim Sheriff. We'll have a lot of things on our hands too, ya know..." he suddenly heard Sid's compassionate voice.

Looking up, the Deputy was already on his horse with the injured killer sitting in front of him.

With a heavy sigh the Sheriff got up on Prince and they headed towards the opposite direction.

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