Chapter 6.
They finally reached the familiar hallway and Chilla left them to check on Yas.
Cassius led Kim to a set of large double doors, painted a paler blue than the rest, with a simple gold plate on the front labelled 'Bathroom.'
The room was large with dome shaped ceilings, preserved from the original construction, and grey tiles lined the floors. White shower stalls queued along the walls and round glass lamps hung from the ceiling.
Cassius tugged Kim past a long array of sinks and mirrors, to a couple of wooden benches.
"Kick off your shoes, honey." Cassiuss said and Kim toed off his large sneakers. The blonde then pulled off Kim's socks and untied his shorts, tossing them onto the bench.
Kim covered his crotch and glanced around uneasily, but the facility was thankfully empty.
Cassius carelessly stripped off his comfortable shorts and t-shirt. His flawless skin didn't have a single tan-line and Kim couldn't help but stare.
Cassius pulled a clean washcloth from a white shelf and ushered Kim into a stall, before turning on the shower-head.
"I don't want to press on your tail again, so we'll have to 'cat-wash' you." The blonde said and winked as he wet the cloth and lathered it with a neutral scented soap.
"That's what my mom calls it," Cassius knelt and clasped Kim's hip while running the warm cloth over his legs, "when you get the bare necessities."
Kim stared, wide-eyed. Cassius' honey curls glistened in the light and his cherubic features were calm and focused - hands moving deftly over Kim's skin. His heart was swelling again.
"T-thank you." Kim squeezed out and large eyes lifted to stare up at him.
Cassius' gaze was bare and open - watching him the way confident and honest people do, because they have nothing to hide. And, like most honest people, he could probably tell when others did.
Kim shuffled self-consciously beneath the weight of that stare. He felt his ears twitch with stress and his eyes fixed more safely on Cassius' shoulder.
Warm lips pressed to his pelvic bone and Kim jumped - attention instantly riveted back on Cassius' face.
"You're welcome, sweetie." The blonde delivered a second kiss to his lower abdomen, pink tongue lightly flicking the skin.
Kim flushed. He wanted to touch those luscious curls. But he was afraid he'd do something wrong; press too hard or too soft.
"I do this for my younger sisters sometimes. You remind me of them." Cassius placed another sucking kiss on Kim's belly and ran the soapy cloth between his legs. The blonde glanced up at Kim's shocked stare and collapsed into laughter.
"Not like this!" Cassius stood and grasped Kim's shaft firmly, slicking him with suds.
"My sisters are four years old! Triplets." Cassius pressed his mouth against Kim's, still chuckling. Kim felt his mouth curve in response to the blonde's infectious laughter.
He knew Cassius had set up the joke to put Kim at ease. He didn't think it was particularly funny and he wasn't sure how he felt being compared to a four year old girl. But he appreciated the good intention and he liked Cassius. He liked him a lot.
Kim's tight fists slowly loosened and his hands settled tentatively on Cassius' lean hips.
Cassius ate at his mouth. Sucking, nibbling and pressing with that burning passion that seemed to simmer constantly beneath his skin. All the while stroking Kim's hardening dick in firm circular tugs.
Kim's balls tightened and he moaned. Cassius gripped his hand, folding it around hard shaft and the smaller boy squeaked.
Cassius' tongue withdrew until he could whisper into Kim's mouth.
"That's my cock, sweetheart," a thick drizzle of soap ran over Kim's fist, "clean me good."
Cassius sucked Kim's lower lip into his mouth and the soapy hand around Kim's tightened; guiding his fist over hot flesh.
Heat pooled in Kim's lower belly and flowed up his cock. Cassius' flesh was so soft, like silk over warm steel.
When those tanned fingers released him his fist moved on it's own. Cassius' mouth was eating him alive, and a hand stroked roughly over Kim's buttock, and a soaped finger pressed into his sphincter.
Kim squealed into the kiss. The hand on his dick was suddenly jacking fast and his thighs trembled. The action was no doubt meant to distract him from what was happening to his ass and it was partially working. That finger was long. It was warm. And it was definitely inside him.
A second digit slid in beside the first one and Kim jerked, pain blazing up his tail. Tingles sparked and confused the nerve-endings, until it all just became this scorching rush of pleasure.
"Aaarr!" Kim freed his mouth, shuddering out his release and Cassius moaned. Hot slick ran over his fingers and nearly sent him over the edge again.
Cassius panted and his soaped hand lifted to run over Kim's neck, guiding him back into a sloppy kiss.
"Is that Cassius in there?"
Kim jolted and, this time, the pain was raw. He opened his eyes and Cassius mouthed over his jaw.
"I'll talk to you later, Kasper." The blonde mumbled into Kim's skin, not bothering to raise his voice, and Kim wondered what kind of shifter was out there.
Several male voices laughed on the other side of the stall.
"Care to share?" Kasper called anyway, deep voice laced with humor.
"Nope." Cassius' fingers were still in his ass and a third actually pressed through the sore frenulum. Even with the soap the pressure stretched him uncomfortably and Kim bit down a squeak, buried his face in the blonde's neck and breathed hard.
The voices continued laughing and talking easily around the sounds of daily ablutions.
Cassius kissed his shoulder lazily and rubbed his face into Kim's skin; leaving a heavy stain of rabbit scent.
"You smell so good like this." Cassius whispered and Kim shivered.
He thought he might have the courage to touch those blonde curls now. But his hands were covered in soap and semen. So he settled for rubbing his cheek into the silky strands. That would have to do.
Cassius eventually removed his fingers and soaped Kim's scalp - it was a struggle to rinse out the water without wetting the bandage. But they managed with only a few damp spots and a drizzle along his neckline.
The blonde briskly washed his hair, rinsed off and strolled out the stall gloriously nude to an orchestra of cat-calls and hoots. He returned, laughing good naturedly, with a towel and Kim's shorts. When Kim was decent he reluctantly followed Cassius outside.
The friendly banter immediately changed to a chorus of "awwws".
No less than ten pairs of eyes focused on kim and he actually stumbled. Face flaming, he hurried to Cassius' side and stuck close while the blonde changed.
"Hi, red! I'm Kasper." Kim looked up and his mouth fell open at the behemoth of a boy smiling down at him.
Kasper was well over six feet tall, with rippling muscles and jet black hair falling to enormous shoulders. He was wearing only a towel and his bulky six pack was damp.
Kim twitched and nodded jerkily. There wasn't a predatory scent to this one, but he could have crushed Kim without any effort at all.
"What happened to your tail?" The giant wanted to know.
"Probably got it stuck in a door. He's clumsy." A new voice snarked.
"Jude, be nice." Kasper's chuckle was like rumbling rocks and he pulled off his towel to dry off his chest.
Kim hastily averted his gaze and saw a lovely platinum blonde, Jude, frowning at him. The redhead shifted nervously and he was thankful when Cassius gently pressed him to the bench. Cassius bent to roll on Kim's socks and Jude's frown darkened to a scowl.
"I didn't know rodents were even a part of the shifter family." He said sharply.
Kim clenched his hands and his stomach tightened with nerves. The boy's eyes were an icy blue and his scent was similar to Cassius', only with a touch of something sweet, like hay. Cassius' hands paused briefly and Kasper snorted.
"Aren't you a rodent as well?" The massive boy smirked and tugged on a pair of denim shorts. Jude glared icily.
"I'm a French Lop! And no," he shot another scathing look at Kim, "there's no comparison."
Kim's heart pounded and his ears twitched. Cassius finished with his shoelaces and braced his arms on either side of the redhead. He then stretched onto his knees and kissed Kim deeply.
Cat-calls erupted, but they drowned out as Cassius' tongue did some spine-tingling tricks inside Kim's mouth, and a warm hand ran up his shirt.
After a short, but wonderfully satisfying moment, Cassius pulled away and tugged Kim to his feet. The blonde then turned and faced Jude with a cooly blank expression.
"Don't talk to him like that. His name is Kim and we're all equal." Cassius said firmly and turned to Kasper while Jude's pale pink mouth tightened. The tall boy was grinning.
"Are you coming to the lake today?" Cassius asked brightly.
"Of course! You're not beating me a second time." Kasper delivered a friendly slap to the blonde's back - Cassius staggered and clutched his shoulder with a smile.
"You bet I will, honey! You'll be doing my chores all week." Cassius laughed and pulled Kim from the room.
The boys yelled their goodbyes and a few even called Kim's name in friendly tones. The redhead smiled and waved tentatively in return - all the while feeling an icy blue stare searing into his back. He shivered.
"Don't mind Jude. He's been raised a certain way and he's very insecure." Cassius caught Kim's hand and interlaced their fingers. "It's not personal."
Kim smiled and thanked Cassius gratefully. But he watched the blonde's angelic profile; his small nose with the slightly curved tip, deep pink lips and long lashes. He remembered how Jude's pale eyes had lingered on the same view and thought: it probably was personal.
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They returned to Chilla's room where the silver haired boy was sitting on the bed, with his arm around Yas, talking quietly. There was a tray of food on the desk and an icebox on the floor. Kim's stomach growled.
The headboy looked up when they arrived and smiled, eyes settling on Kim thoughtfully.
"How about," Chilla said and his attention switched back to the albino, "you stay here with Kim today. You can show him the garden, if he's well enough. Would you like that?" Yas looked up in surprised relief and tension fell from his shoulders.
"Yes. Yes please." Yas rasped.
"Alright, just this once." Chilla gently tucked a swathe of frosty hair behind Yas' ear and kissed his pink cheek. "But tomorrow is the group session. You have to attend that." Yas cringed but nodded tightly.
Cassius skipped into the room and jumped on the bed, tackling Yas.
"What's this face?" Cassius showered the albino with kisses, tickling beneath the black sweater he'd changed into. "Where's my smile?"
Yas writhed and hissed with laughter. His frost-bitten cheeks flared dark red and his white hair fanned over the blue sheets.
"S-s-stop!" Yas begged but Cassius only tickled harder.
Kim had felt the strength in those slim arms and knew Yas could easily overpower Cassius. He found himself smiling.
He felt a touch on his hand and looked down into Chilla's dove soft gaze.
"I have a breakfast bowl for you. Do you want to eat here or in the cove?" The headboy asked quietly. Kim wet his lips eagerly.
"The cove. Please. And thank you." He said awkwardly.
Chilla nodded and gestured to the curtains, while he fetched the tray. Kim quickly ducked inside. Tension eased from his limbs in the dim light and he accepted the bowl and bottle of water that were passed inside. He hurriedly caught Chilla's white hand before it retreated.
"Thank you." Kim repeated, desperately trying to convey the depth of his gratitude into two inadequate words.
Chilla smiled, dimples flashing and ducked down until his pink lips brushed Kim's cheek. "You're welcome."
Kim huddled into a purple blanket and shovelled down a blackberry and chia seed pudding. It was tart, creamy and topped with fresh apples and oranges.
He munched happily and listened to the chatter outside.
At one point Cassius poked his head inside to blow him a kiss. "See you tonight, sweetie!"
Kim smiled around his mouthful and Cassius ducked back out. Two sets of footsteps walked across the floor before the door opened and closed.
Kim quickly reached the bottom of the bowl and tried to ignore the dull pounding that was increasing in his tail. He rinsed his mouth with a few swigs of water and the curtain parted to reveal Yas' oval face.
The albino smiled thinly and reached for the empty bowl. Kim hastily handed it over and Yas shuffled out, before returning with a cooling pack.
Kim thought his heart might burst and he stretched his hands out eagerly. The packet was damp and ice cold. He carefully manoeuvred it against his tail and settled deeper into the blankets.
Yas climbed in beside him, pink eyes wary. Kim thought of how they parted that morning. But it felt like so much had happened in that short space of time and he wasn't as hurt as he had been.
"I'm sorry." Yas croaked. "If...if I seemed cold. I don't like to go outside." The albino swallowed and shame briefly touched his face, before his hair spilled forward.
Kim wondered if it was a form of social anxiety. Whatever it was, he thought he could relate. He hesitantly reached out and touched Yas' hand. He was getting better at this.
Yas looked up at him, red pupils wide behind his frothy hair. Kim smiled nervously. He wanted Yas to touch him. But he didn't want to press, if the albino didn't want to.
Holding those cool fingers already felt like an immense step forward, but as the silence stretched on Kim's courage dwindled. His ears twitched anxiously and so did his hands.
Yas' pupils narrowed to maroon slits and his tongue flicked out to taste the air. It wasn't a nervous gesture and Kim swallowed uncertainly.
The albino lifted his free hand and carted his slim fingers through Kim's damp hair, nails grazing his scalp. The redhead instantly lifted his chin, pressing into the touch.
Yas moved fast, arm sliding around Kim's waist and pressed his red lips against the smaller boy's exposed neck.
Kim gasped when that full mouth started sucking. Teeth grazed his skin and he squeaked reflexively. Yas' arms were hardening around him - the same as they did that morning - and he relaxed into it.
The albino made a sibilant sound, almost like a rattle, and his legs curled around Kim's, until those hardened too.
When Kim was completely ensnared Yas' lips softened to feather-light presses. Ghosting over the redhead's throat and breathing cooly against the sensitive skin where his human ears would normally be.
Kim shivered happily and closed his eyes. He was suddenly so tired. Full from a hearty breakfast, sexually sated and with a cold pack soothing his tail.
Most importantly, he was safe inside the cove. Because he didn't think anything, not even Kasper's mammoth strength, was going to break Yas' hold if he didn't want to let go.
A/N: aaaah, I could write about Kim and Yas all day. Have any of you figured out what Yas is? <3
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