Chapter 8.
Kim hardly slept that night. He stared into the dark, listening to the soft breaths around him, and assured himself that the past week hadn't just been a wonderful dream.
Yas was knotted around him, heartbeat steady and thin limbs hard.
The albino didn't seem to generate any of his own heat - but Cassius' skin was warm, almost hot, against Kim's flank - and the two shifters regulated each other's temperature perfectly.
Every now and then there was a fierce thudding against the mattress; Cassius stomping in his sleep.
The other boys seemed used to it, because none of them stirred. And Kim waited it out - until the blonde lay calm against the sheets - before carefully adjusting the covers.
When the first rays of light peaked through the curtains, he finally slept.
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A light touch smoothed across the tip of his nose and Kim twitched.
A moment later it was back, brushing gently, and Kim scrunched up his face.
He was nearly asleep, when it returned a third time, and he squeaked softly.
"Oh, you adorable little..." Lips pressed hard to his mouth and Kim was abruptly awake, smelling warm rabbit and skin damp with sex.
The alarm rang and Cassius pulled back with a groan. Yas hissed and buried his face in Kim's hair.
Chilla parted the curtains in a blaze of light - already up and dressed in casual sweatpants and a t-shirt, with a robe draped over his arm.
"Oliver's outside." The headboy announced shortly and gestured to Kim. The redhead tapped Yas' hand lightly and the arms around him slowly loosened.
Cassius sighed, and kissed the albino's mouth, before jumping up to get dressed.
Yas' arms finally fell away, and he curled into the covers, eyes scrunched shut against the light. Kim hesitated, then hastily pecked the taller boy's red lips, before scrambling across the mattress.
Chilla folded the robe around him, tying it loosely to spare Kim's tail. The fabric was dark green and very soft.
In the next instant a smoothie and a couple of pills were pressing into his hands. "Drink this." Chilla ordered and Kim hastily complied. "I've set your alarm for nine, Yas."
The albino mumbled something, and pulled the duvet over his head, until just a couple of icy strands shimmered on the pillow.
The headboy took Kim's hand, hefted a bag of clothes, and led him swiftly down the hall and into the bathroom. Kim was stripped and washed in record time.
Chilla was as thorough and professional in this as he was in everything else - but as his slim fingers tilted Kim's shaft for better access, the redhead couldn't not get hard.
"S-sorry..." Kim stuttered and attempted to cover his crotch. Chilla flashed him a perfunctory smile and stood.
"It's fine." Chilla said absently and lathered a neutral scented shampoo into Kim's hair.
The silver haired boy stood close enough for Kim to smell warm fur, rich earth and that sweet hint of strawberries.
Droplets glistened on bone white skin and his small nipples were as pink as his mouth. Kim swallowed hard.
Chilla carefully rinsed the suds from Kim's scalp and towel-dried his hair.
"There." He murmured and wiped the excess water gently from Kim's face and throat. The redhead's cock twitched hard and he shifted miserably.
Cool grey eyes glanced down. "We don't have time."
Kim winced, and nodded quickly, before reaching for the towel with trembling fingers. He covered himself pitifully and felt his eyes sting.
Chilla didn't seem affected at all; lovely face calm, if a little impatient, and silver waves dark with water.
He'd barely touched Kim last night and it made the smaller boy wonder if Chilla even felt for him - or if he was only there to appease Cassius and Yas.
Chilla sighed audibly and stepped forward to press a warm kiss onto Kim's neck; making him jolt.
"Think you can be quiet?" Chilla murmured and ran the tips of his nails lightly across Kim's nape. Goosebumps rushed over his skin and the redhead shivered.
"Y-you don't have to..." Kim began, but Chilla pulled the towel from his hands, spread it on the wet floor, and knelt on it. He tucked his hair neatly behind his ears and took Kim into his mouth.
"Ah!" Kim muffled the noise with his hand and stared with wide eyes. He hadn't meant to make a sound, but seeing those pink lips wrap around him - so casually - did awful, wonderful things to him.
Chilla replaced his mouth with his hand and frowned up at him.
"So-sor...aah!" That earned him another glare and Kim clamped his jaw tight. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before; all hot, wet suction.
Chilla licked his tip like a lollipop, suckled the glands, and pressed his tongue into the slit. Kim's breath caught and his chest ached with the need to be quiet.
Chilla took the shaft deep into his throat, until his cool nose pressed against the redhead's pelvis and he purred, sending a flutter of vibrations all around Kim.
"Ah-hng!" Kim grit his teeth. His knees shook and he scrabbled for purchase against the damp walls.
Chilla pulled back, nearly sliding off him, then plunged back down and swallowed, throat rippling. One hand gripped Kim's hip and encouraged him to thrust.
Kim clutched Chilla's silky hair and moved frantically. Pushing, pushing - until warmth ran through his cock and burst into that beautiful, efficient mouth.
He tried to be quiet. He wasn't sure he managed it.
Chilla swallowed and slid to the tip, using his hand to milk the last drops out of the smaller boy's shaft. Kim whimpered and his knees finally gave out.
In a flash Chilla lifted off him and braced him against the wall.
Kim's body tingled - from his fingertips, all the way to his toes - and he panted heavily against one hard, pink nipple. He shifted and was immensely relieved to feel a warm erection slide against his belly.
"Do you want me to suck you?" Kim mumbled and Chilla's hips jerked involuntarily.
"Later." Chilla's voice was just a tad breathless and he lifted Kim's chin and kissed him - tasting like warm, salty musk. "We're going to miss breakfast."
They rinsed off, dressing as quickly as Kim's rubbery limbs allowed, and opened the door to a chorus of cheers and whoops. The bathroom had filled, while they'd been occupied, and the redhead blushed to the roots of his hair.
Chilla delivered their audience a tight smile and pulled Kim swiftly out the door.
A short while later they were announcing themselves to a stern looking secretary and entering two large wooden doors.
The headmaster's office was nothing like the workplaces Kim was accustomed to. It retained some of the charm of the old church; in the polished wooden floors and large oval windows, flooding the space with light.
Faisal's desk was made of dark oak and two massive bookcases lined the walls - one of which was entirely occupied by lush plants. Kim breathed in the green scents and felt his twitching ears ease a fraction.
The dark man greeted them with a smile and motioned towards a couple of upholstered grey chairs.
Chilla sat straight-backed, while Kim perched lightly on the edge of his seat and struggled not to fidget.
The headmaster noted Kim's tail with a sympathetic shake of his head. "I broke mine in my third year of high school. Slipped on ice, can you believe it? Middle of it still carries a dent."
Kim cleared his throat nervously. The man still smelled strongly of predator, but Chilla was a calm presence beside him was reasuring.
"I-it's just a sprain." He managed.
Faisal's brows raised a fraction. "Sprains usually hurt worse. You're tougher than you look."
Kim wasn't entirely sure that was a compliment, but he still flushed at the note of approval in the man's voice. Adults had rarely seen a reason to praise him.
Faisal's look sobered and he leaned forward, lacing his dark hands loosely on the desk.
"Kim, shifters come here for a variety of reasons." He spoke quietly. "You weren't in the best condition when you arrived and I daresay your recovery will take some time."
Kim's gut tightened and his fingers dug into the armrest. Faisal watched him closely.
"Were you running from someone?" The man asked gently. "A teacher? Or a family member?"
Kim's mouth trembled and his tail jerked painfully. He'd kept his home life a secret for so long. What if they forced him to return? Or placed him with a worse family in foster-care? He was still in high school - what power did he have?
Kim twitched in his seat and his constricted throat squeaked.
In a moment Chilla was there, lifting Kim's hand and massaging the palm gently.
The headmaster's eyes flicked between them, but if he thought anything of it, he kept it to himself.
"This school is meant as a refuge. You won't be punished for telling us."
Kim knew he was cornered and he couldn't seem to get enough air. Chilla's arm wrapped around him and the silver haired boy flashed the headmaster a hard stare.
Far from being offended, the man nodded shortly and picked up his desk phone. "Dr. Fowler, please." He waited for two beats. "Hi Milly, I have Kim here...yes, as quickly as you can. Thank you."
Faisal replaced the phone and leaned back in his chair, body language open and relaxed.
"Milly is not only a marvelous doctor, but an excellent therapist and nutritionist. Her teas are very popular. They even work on Mr. Lane," The headmaster smiled wryly, "He's in PE. A bull. Very temperamental."
Tears ran down Kim's cheeks and he blinked in confusion. His darkest secret was about to be uncovered and the headmaster was making smalltalk.
But Faisal's deep and pleasant voice distracted Kim, a fraction, from the emotion threatening to overwhelm him. And that was no doubt the man's intention.
A light knock sounded and Milly breezed in on a wave of warm rabbit scent. She was wearing a light green blouse, with a floral print, and she carried a purple mug in her hands.
"Hello, sweetheart." The woman smiled and Chilla moved away to allow room for her to press the cup into Kim's hands.
"Drink up, dear." Her tone was light, but carried a hint of command, and Kim hurriedly lifted the cup to his lips.
The tea was very hot, but it tasted fresh and sweet. Milly smiled approvingly and Kim took another sip, then another.
"Can you fit him into your schedule, Milly?" The headmaster asked.
"Certainly. Thursday morning and Tuesday afternoon." Milly patted Kim's knee and he didn't twitch.
The tea also had a strange earthiness to it. Bark perhaps? Chilla's thumb stroked his waist and Kim leaned gratefully into the taller boy's side.
"And I have time for an examination Wednesday morning." The woman continued.
"Sooner than that, if you can. If he's mixed..."
"Oh, he's full squirrel! I made a note of it on his first day." Milly assured and Kim looked up drowsily. Faisal smiled at him.
"Every now and then, we come across hybrids. It's important to address it early." The man explained.
Kim blinked slowly and tipped his ear in understanding. Hybrid shifters...he'd never heard of such a thing.
Faisal and Milly went on to discuss mundane topics, like medical supplies and dorm refurbishments, while Kim finished his cup. It really was very good.
"Alright, darling." Milly plucked the empty mug from his hands and smoothed back his hair. It felt nice. "I think it's time for you to rest now."
"Dr. Fowler," Chilla interjected quietly, "what was in that tea?"
"It's a blend of chamomile, peppermint leaf, valerian root and passionflower - and a mild sedative mixed with honey. I usually leave out the last, but squirrels are alert little things." The words were spoken fondly, so Kim didn't take offense. "He just needs a nap and he'll be right as rain."
Chilla nodded and carefully lifted Kim. The redhead curled his arms around the taller boy's neck and wrapped his legs around a slender waist.
"Could I have some packets of it, please? Without the sedative." Chilla enquired and Kim closed his eyes, leaning his cheek against the headboy's shoulder.
"Absolutely! I was going to recommend it, but you always think of everything, Charles. I'll leave it with Adam and you can collect it tonight."
"Thank you."
Kim was barely aware of the trip back. He felt pleasantly warm and so utterly relaxed. It was bliss. Voices spoke here and there, and doors opened and closed.
Then he was sinking into cool sheets and his shoes and shorts were removed. A moment later arms folded back around him and he curled into Chilla's warm body.
Lips brushed his brow - silky strands slid against his cheek - and his nose pressed against skin smelling like fresh earth and clean fur.
"Sleep, love."
Kim slept.
A/N: Happy sigh. I'll reveal what Chilla is in the next chapter ^^
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