Chapter 11

The rest of the day at the Iowan village was busy and sad. The body of the much respected Chief was dressed in his Indian leader clothes and put on a pedestal under a newly put up tent. 

The elders were feeding the fire set by Shawn's body. Flowers and artifacts were brought by the people. Many women stayed and their crying and chanting with the old shaman and Jay, the young trainee, were keeping the connection with the spirit world with drums and singing. 

Mick was an honorary member of the tribe, and even put up Indian clothes and paintings over his body out of respect for his once stepfather. 

He was most worried about Coyote, of course. The young full of life creature turned dark and isolated himself in his private hut most of the time. Only allowed entrance for Mick and the woman who came to talk over details with the ceremony and the picking of the new chief after it. 

Indeed, the young shaman didn't want to see nobody. He felt the closeness of the spirits and other beings even more clearly around him. And he let himself mourn his father. Firstly, his father deserved it. Secondly, he knew he only had time for that till the ceremony. After that night he will take over as the main shaman for his people, and most probably the new chief... Which would be hard and a mess... And he wasn't sure possible even… 

But for now he didn't care for all that. He longed after his pair. And hoped deep down that Jim would visit him, if only for a few hours… The way they had to part left a bitter taste in his mouth and a hollow feeling in his heart. 

The first day went with all that... On the second day's morning the elders wanted him to join their chant as preparing for the ceremony at sundown. By that time Corey gave up the hope that Jim would come earlier... And the darkness that has been with his spirit all of his life started to take over his thoughts and emotions and created nightmares and visions about Jim staying at his people and a war starting between the two sides.

Things weren't brighter in Iowa either. The whole town was stirred up by what happened in the cemetery. Some even questioned the new Sheriff's loyalty and if he knew about the "detective" actually being an Indian in disguise. To clear some things and reassure the town's people that they weren't in immediate danger, the Sheriff and the Deputy held a speech at the town's square. Even the Mayor and his men showed up and watched from the side how things were going. The Sheriff was sure they were going to stir more things up in the background, but now they just observed the situation and didn't rebuff anything the men of law were saying to reassure the people.

Answering those questions that were fired at them in a rapid pace took hours that first day, but it was a must. In the end the official statement was that Jim and Sid didn't know about the detective's true identity and that the killer of the Chief was caught and locked up, waiting to be questioned. Jim also reassured them that the Indians were unlikely to attack, but asked everyone to keep their eyes and ears open to help their work.

All in all, that afternoon and early evening went well considering the circumstances. It seemed that Sid was even a bit proud of the Sheriff for standing his ground. Jim definitely came off to him as a more confident and firm-handed man.

The healer in town did his best to tend and fix the murderer's leg so he wouldn't bleed out in his cell, so they let him rest out the day too, even if Jim thought he didn't deserve it. Even so just one glass of whiskey that he shared with Sid was enough for him to quickly fall asleep upstairs. His last worried thought revolving around his mate.

As the second day went on with all the spiritual rituals, Corey felt himself drifting away more and more. He had a good share of the drinks made from the sacred herbs. But even so, he constantly felt the worried eyes of his uncle on him. 

As the sun hit the zenith, Mick even dragged Corey away into the young man's hut and sat him down. 

"You make me worried, kid. I lost now everyone. You are the last of my family. Talk to me, Coyote..." he spoke to the shaman in Iowan language, having the feeling he was more comfortable now with that blood and connections in him. 

"There's nothing to tell, Bear of the Road," Corey raised his hazy eyes at the big man. "I feel like I’ve lost it all. The white people will bring war on us... And the Sheriff will stay on their side. The Elders said the people want me to be the new Chief. But I don't know..." 

"You don't have to be the leader if you don't feel like it. The Elders are talking over who else could be good as well, so the people could choose from others too. They know you're a shaman and carry a wild spirit from the other world. That is a burden enough already... And as for Jim... He loves you. Never doubt that until you have proof. So far he has shown only his love for you," Mick said gently to the messed up young man.

Corey always has been more like a little brother to him. But now he knew he had to look after the shaman more, and even felt like all that fatherly calmness and wisdom somehow suddenly flowed into him from Shawn, or more like was awaken in him. He learned from the best. Shawn was a good father… "Come now. We eat with the tribe."

Back in the town as Jim was drinking his first morning coffee upstairs, just staring out at the dusty street, he could have sworn that he could feel the pain of his beast shaman. Damn, he missed him so much. He so wanted to be there for him, to console and support him during this difficult time. But he couldn't because of his duties as the Sheriff. He had to protect these people. He had to find some proof that Davis and his men were behind this and many other crimes...

With a heavy sigh he finished his morning drink and went to put his clothes on. It was going to be a difficult day too.

Downstairs he saw a lightly snoring deputy on the couch Jim managed to get for the station so if someone came they could sit down with them in a bit more comfortable way. And also it served as a bed for Sid during the nights. Better than falling asleep on a chair by the table, no?

But something was off... Jim could feel it... Or rather smell it... Looking around, he didn't see anything out of place. Right until he moved closer to the very quiet and shady cell.

Then a loud curse flew out of his mouth, making the deputy wake up with a start so big that he landed on the floor with a thump. "Wha'?"

"Sid, come here!" Jim said angrily as the shock quickly passed over him. On the floor their assassin was lying in the pool of his own blood, his throat cut wide open so he wouldn't give a sound while suffocating in the red liquid. His eyes were wide open as well as his mouth, his last yell never being able to escape him. "How could this happen?!" Jim turned to the shorter man who looked just as baffled.

"I don't know. I swear I locked the door before I went to sleep, Jim Sheriff!" he said and marched to the only entrance, trying the handle which made the door open.

Jim raised a brow as their eyes met and he had a doubting expression on his face.

"It was locked, I swear!" Sid repeated.

"This isn't good. This isn't good at all..." Jim scratched his head with a grim expression. "Our one hope to tie him to Davis is gone now. What the fuck will we do?"

The ceremonial feast under the high sun went well. The people brought many of the late Chief’s favorite dishes. The whole village gathered in the middle of the village before the funeral tent and everyone brought a piece of wood for the bonfire. Even the small children. At sundown they will use those to burn the body of the Chief and let the memories of his Earthly existence join his spirit on the other side. 

***

In the Iowa town's far end Davis’ two men were sitting by a big rock and were drinking from a bottle of whiskey. The assassin was really Munky's little brother. But as he got captured, and it was clear for the Mayor that the Sheriff got connected to the Indians and the headhunter was back... the two gangsters had to prove their loyalty and dedication to keep the Mayor safe. But that kill and the surprised face of Ray, the assassin in the prison, left doubts in both of them.

***

It was late afternoon, nearly time to go to the Chief's funeral. Later that day, after the doctor came with the Undertaker to examine then take the body, Jim and Sid had to clean up the bloody cell too. The whole town was stirred up once again and even the Mayor showed up all by himself to look at the crime scene. All along, Jim was expecting that he'd accuse the Sheriff and Sid that it was them who silenced Ray because of their obvious Indian connections.

But he didn't do that just double-talked all along his short visit. But Jim mostly just stayed silent and kept mopping up, wishing this snake to hell. He could barely wait to be able to get dressed in his finer suit from the day before and get the hell out of this chaotic town. He needed to clear his head and pay respect to the Chief who had accepted him for his son so kindly.

Also, Jim's most important task was helping his pair now. He was finally going to be able to see and hug him again. Sid told him that he was going to keep things in control for two or three days so Jim could stay at the tribe under the pretense of "keeping up the peace" between the Indians and whites.

Jim also knew that he would have to talk about Ray and what happened to him. Maybe even in front of the tribe or the elders too. He wondered if they already have chosen the new Chief or not. If it wasn't going to be Corey then Jim hoped that it was going to be a reasonable man.

Outside he looked first towards the horizon then at his pocket watch. It was nearly six. He was late. Realizing that, he got on Prince with more confidence and leaned down to his ear. "Take me to him. Take me to my pair..." he whispered to the horse that made some agreeing sounds and turned to do as he was told.

In the village the bonfire was built already under the body of the Chief. All the offerings and flowers were put around the square burial fireplace. The weapons of the late man and his Chief clothes and decorations were also gathered. 

The Shaman started to chant to the sounds of the ceremonial drums. It was almost time…

Jim arrived just in time and stopped Prince a little bit further away from the prepared bonfire. He let his horse go to the others to be with them and graze if he wanted. Then he walked towards the gathered people, some noticing him and giving him way with a bow.

Since his pair was already taking part of the ceremony, Jim headed towards Mick and stopped on his side in silence. He greeted him with a nod, seeing that the stepson of the Chief was in pain too. "I'm sorry we couldn't keep him safe..." he whispered to the big man then turned his head to look at the red Shaman. "How is he?"

"He knew his time came to an end. He was a very wise man…" Mick said silently. "Corey is not fully here. And as you say 'high' from all the shaman drinks. His balance is off. His darker side is starting to take a hold of him. He thinks a war will come between your and our people, and you will stay on the white men's side. Hope you can stay with him for a while now," Mick added. His whole being radiated serious concern over the small redhead who lit the fire while chanting to the spirits above.

Watching Corey with worry for a while, Jim was listening to what Mick was saying. "I was afraid of this. Could barely sleep I was so worried about him. And I wouldn't leave him. I love him. I hope you know that," Jim looked up with an honest look at the blue-eyed head hunter, who looked more like a big Indian warrior with the native clothes on. Jim noticed that they left some of the warrior tribal tattoos (or at least that's what the young Sheriff thought they were) visible on his shoulders and one arm. Looking at them a little while longer, Jim was lost in thoughts then he met Mick's eyes again.

"Yes. I can stay for a few days under the pretense that I'm gonna try keeping the peace with the tribe. That gives me some time with Corey. I hope I'll manage to help him," he sighed then as the chanting got louder in time with the fire getting higher, Jim turned his head back towards the funeral.

The ceremony was fast. The whole tribe quieted down as the flames grew higher and the unmistakable sweet smell of burning human flesh rose up towards the sky with the smoke that carried all that Shawn was over to the next stage and world of existence. 

The young shaman walked back towards his uncle and couldn't help the smile light up his sad face from seeing Jim standing there. 

The elders started to sing slowly and all the people sat down on the ground joining in. Corey took Jim's hand and did the same pulling his pair down with him to sit.

Despite all the sadness and mourning that filled the scene, Jim thought it was a beautiful ceremony.

Soon afterwards, the Shaman and his pair retreated to Corey's hut, Jay and V-man standing on guard outside as usual. Leading Corey to the bear skins near the fireplace, Jim silently started a small fire then sat down, pulling his mourning pair onto his lap sideways to offer him some protection and safety.

"It was a beautiful ceremony. I just wish I could wipe away all your pain. I'm sorry I couldn't come earlier," he murmured, gently stroking Corey's beloved face. He could see that he was still under the influence of whatever he consumed, but it didn't matter. All that mattered now was that he was where he was supposed to be.

The little dizzy and unstable shaman boy hugged his man strong as he hid himself in the bigger body. "You're here now. I've missed you," Corey mumbled with a bit tied tongue. "I thought you changed your mind... because the town people must be mad at us Ioways now…" he sighed and moved to peck Jim's lips a bit clumsily.

Jim tightened his embrace around Corey, taking deep breaths to stay calm. He had to admit to himself after that clumsy little kiss that seeing Corey so vulnerable and on some level cute and very much like a small lost boy, made his body react. Not to mention that they had to be apart for two days with doubts in their hearts. Those two days felt like a year to the very much in love Sheriff...

"Most don't hate you. They are just confused and needed some answers. They are more worried about an Indian attack to revenge the Chief's death. I tried to reassure them that it's not likely and that I came here today to pay our respect and to keep that from happening..." Jim placed small kisses onto Corey's face, inhaling his scent mixed with the smell of herbs and that strong liquor.

"I've missed you so damn much too. I would never change my mind about you or leave you. You are my pair... through thick and thin. I love you so much, my shaman. Never loved anyone like this," Jim confessed, wanting to both reassure Corey and give him something positive. Because Jim felt his love was pure and unconditional, growing stronger and stronger by the minute.

"You're my pair too... And want to make peace with you… on behalf of the town and this village... We should set a base up for that…" Corey whispered as he felt his man's body come alive from his closeness. 

He also felt like warming up on the lap of his sheriff. Longing for the big hand’s touch on his skin, he moved the hand on his face down to his chest while leaning in for a deeper kiss.

"That's a really good idea. It should've been done earlier too. But I guess it wasn't time for that. Too many attacks and blame put on your people by those who are against that peace. Maybe we should try working towards that peace now more than ever... Not giving people like Davis an opportunity to sabotage that," Jim thought out loud but was silenced by that kiss and his hand led down onto the narrower chest.

As his hand found one of the pierced nipples and started lazily playing with it, he kissed Corey back with all the love and tenderness he could.

"Shouldn't we just cuddle? You must be exhausted..." he murmured but didn't stop his long fingers lightly squeezing and playing with the small boob he loved so much.

"I see you need some of that drink too… You don't really get my… double talk....? That's how you call it, right?" Corey giggled and reached down to grip on the hardening cock of Jim. Moaning from the kneading fingers on his breast. 

"You should take me to my bed, for sure, and take my clothes off and cuddle me closer... " he whispered to his man on his most dirty tone.

"Oh... OH!" Jim's eyes widened and felt pretty stupid from not picking up on the double meaning of Corey's words. Blushing hard he dropped his eyes a bit and shrugged lightly. "Sorry... my mind was occupied more with the current situation..." he sighed, which turned into a moan when his hardening flesh was grabbed by the smaller hand. "I feel like a fool..." he kissed into the thick tattooed neck. "Your fool..." he giggled at the end. "But as you wish, my love," he pulled his head back to look into the beloved eyes then kiss him hard and deep.

It took a good minute for Jim to be able to pull away from his beautiful boy and do as he was asked. Kneeling up, he took his time to take off all their clothes then lie down on his side, facing Corey and pulling him close to kiss him again. "I want to make love to you so much..." he said in-between kisses. The fear of losing his shaman was still strong in Jim so he couldn't stop tasting him and showering him with his love-filled kisses. "I love you..."

Corey just giggled with Jim and assisted him as they got rid of all the clothes. 

"I love you too. My fool. You're fun when you're my fool. And you're sweet and kind and loving when you're my lover. I want to become one with you too…" he whispered between the kisses and moved his limbs over his pair.

Sighing happily, Jim welcomed those limbs around him as he put a hand onto Corey's nape, stroking along the short red hair there. The other began caressing the naked back, ass and thick thigh as he could reach his man.

During more deep kisses, the young sheriff felt he needed more friction on his throbbing flesh and reached down to take both their cocks in a big hand, slowly pumping them.

He had missed this so much. Being intimate with his pair. These were the only times when he could fully let himself go and enjoy as their spirits got closer, feeling that no one else could understand him as well as this small young shaman with the insanely blue eyes.

The touches and the jerking hand that held together their hard meats made the Indian cry out and mumble lines on his native tongue. His hips kept bucking to cause more friction between them. His strong leg over Jim's hip pulled the other man even closer to his hungry body. 

His father gave his blessing to them... And told Corey to be happy and alive... And that night after all that went down and the burial of his father, the shaman felt the need to be alive and to belong to his pair more like ever before in their relatively short relationship. 

"I want you so much, my silly white man…" he giggled and turned his head to bite and suck on Jim's tanned skin, pampering all Corey could reach from him and to show him how much he needed and missed Jim.

Jim giggled too, followed by some deep moans both from the bites and sucking on his skin and feeling the small body pressing against him.

"You're so unreal... Like a dream. Perfect," he kept babbling then slowly let their wet shafts go, offering his long fingers for Corey to suck on. "Make them nice wet for me, my fierce shaman beast..." he purred, heart rate picking up from what he was about to do to his boy.

The pink lips wrapped around the long fingers and Corey started to suck and lick them with such enthusiasm as if it was Jim's dick. 

He never stopped to move against the other man's hips and as his desire rose higher, his nails started to draw long nice lines into the soft skin of his pair. He started to really lose himself in the feelings and arousal for him.

"Good Lord..." Jim managed to say just that while watching the hungry boy doing that, making his hard cock jump and throb, this time knowing that his shaman was doing it like that as if he was sucking on his oozing member.

Finally pulling his very wet fingers out of that sinful mouth, Jim attacked the pink lips for a deep and passionate kiss, his own hunger bleeding into it. Needless to say, said fingers quickly found Corey's butt and began massaging and wetting the tight hole he'd missed so much too, soon probing and pushing his long middle finger in.

"Move onto it if you're so hungry, my love..." he whispered onto Corey's lips then began kissing and sucking on the thick neck.

The shaman didn't need much ordering to practically ram his ass down on the long finger. His high brain starving for the friction, and his joyful groan escaped him loud. 

Turning his head a little and pushing Jim's head more to his neck, he was getting desperate to feel the sharp teeth of his pair tear into his skin. He wanted to feel more. More of the physical things and less of what made his heart and spirit heavy and aching. 

His hips were moving slowly up and down on Jim's fingers, while his nails dug into the scalp of his man. "Bite me... Please…"

The lean man could clearly feel how desperate Corey was for the physical love shared between them because of the recent happenings and he was going to give him all he could to make him forget all at least for a few sweet minutes.

Without an answer he bit down hard on the tattooed neck and at the same time pushed a third finger in, not wanting to tease him or keep him waiting for too long.

As he was chewing up a spot on Corey's neck, Jim realized that he needed this just as much to forget his own worries about how things would be from now on, or how they would be able to meet. Of course Corey coming back into town was out of the question now that he blew his cover. But there were still many things they would have to solve and figure out, not just about the crimes or the situation between the Indians and the white men. But about their relationship too.

Maybe that's why he soon pulled his fingers out and blindly slicked his dick up, needing to bury himself inside that inviting hole and to get lost in his shaman.

Corey felt the world spinning around him as he let the sharp pain rush over him and wipe out everything else from his core. 

"Be one with me… Please, my love... I need you…" Corey moaned gripping onto the bigger body with all he got. He may even whined for it, totally losing his mind like a cat in heat. Maybe his wild beast side came to the surface more. But it was sure that he sounded like a hungry beast that moved almost desperately and frustrated against the wet wide cockhead.

He pulled back only until he fully laid Corey onto his back then Jim knelt between the thick thighs he loved so much and opened them a bit more. Positioning himself against the wet hole again, he didn't waste any more time and rammed all the way in with one swift move, not having patience for gentler or slower. Besides he knew how much his shaman loved it when he took him like this.

"I need you so damn much too..." he groaned and leaned on his forearms at the sides of his boy's head before he began rolling his hips back and forth, loosening up Corey a bit more with each long stroke of his hard cock while he got lost in the pleasure he saw on the beautiful flushed face.

The grunts and moans were rolling off with the native words from Corey's lips. He picked up Jim's rhythm at once and moved to take the long hard cock deeper into his body. He felt how his tight muscles pulled it in even more and flexed around the pulsing shaft. 

His spirit felt one with his pair and they got fully lost in each other, blindly kissing and touching and scratching each other while they were chasing their pleasures higher.

Jim couldn't compare this to anything else in this world and he knew he'd never be able to, but it was just right this way. The bond they shared with each other was beautiful, deep and more powerful than the sheriff would ever know. The shaman probably knew and felt more or at least understood it better, but what Jim did understand was enough for him to know that this was something very special between them. And he never wanted to lose it.

That's why his rough and fast moves melted into lighter and slower ones so they could take their time in enjoying each other and letting their souls melt into one. It left their naked bodies glistening in sweat, their breathing ragged and their lips sore from kissing each other so much, their limbs tangled, their physical forms rocking together in perfect sync.

Jim never wanted this to end, of course. But he knew there was one more thing missing towards which the fire in them was guiding the pair.

Corey felt like the fire inside him spread even more and melted his very being. Spreading along to cover Jim too and connect them on even more levels. He felt one with his pair. And felt even more the urge to fall into the endless flames with his man. 

Their bodies were going on the very last string of energy and consciousness as they were dancing on the edge of their release.

"Now, my love... I can feel it's time," Jim whispered onto Corey's lips as he was cradling the shaman's head in his big hands. His long body was shaking for their joined release by then and Jim made his thrusts rougher and faster again, hitting Corey's spot from the perfect angle. "Take me with you..."

Those were his last words before burying his head into the chewed up neck. And this time he tasted blood from his bite.

The way Jim attacked his pleasure spot drove him crazy. And as he felt the kissing and sucking lips on his neck, Corey’s body shook and cramped. Shooting his load onto their bellies and pulled Jim with him into the blinding flames of their bliss.

Drunk on the pleasure and the taste of the shaman blood, Jim came too of course, feeling like melting in their fire. They were still riding out their shared pleasure when he let go of the bloody neck to give his last rough thrusts to his man while giving him a red and deep kiss, his messy and damp hair falling around them.

"My perfect shaman..." he murmured with the deepest love he ever felt in his life and hugged Corey nearly painfully hard to him, never wanting to separate from him.

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