Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2011 08:15:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daniel Running-water <danielrunningwater@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Heart of a Warrior/ Chapter 8/ Interracial

The Heart of a Warrior

By

Daniel Running Water

Edited by

Jim Running Bear

Chapter Eight

List of characters:

Strong Bear				60  	Chief

Yellow Hawk			40s	Strong Bear's husband

Hawk aka Thomas Hawk		33	Strong Bear's son

Shadow aka Trevor Spenser	33 	Twin brothers to Hawk

Flaming Arrow aka Clark	31	Married to Hawk

Moon Shadow aka Jason		16	son of Shadow and Moon Dancing

Captain Bradley Anderson	38      Army doctor

Kevin Hawkins			18  	the man that Jason loves

Previously in chapter seven:

Now healed from his ordeal with Jacob, Kevin stood looking out of his
bedroom window, thinking. It had been several weeks since the kiss that
Jason had given him and Jason had confessed that he loved Kevin.

He had gone back to his father's house to recover, and more importantly to
think. Although he knew that he was falling in love with Jason, he also
knew that it could never work out between them.

Kevin's father hated Indians and Jason was definitely an Indian, his hair,
eyes and skin spoke of it, so how would he ever explain Jason to his
father. A soft knock on the door caused Kevin to turn... "Come in," he said
thinking it to be Clara, his personal maid and when he turned, his face lit
up when Jason stepped into the room.

"Jason... what are you doing here?" he asked, stunned to see the handsome
young man standing there and smiling at him, with two dozen red roses in
his hand.

Now chapter eight:

Jason had tried telephoning Kevin, but Kevin never took his call nor would
he return it. So now here he was, in person, standing in Kevin's bedroom,
roses in his hand and his heart pounding in anticipation of his answer to
the question he was going to ask him.

"Did anyone see you except for the butler," Kevin asked, worried that his
father might have seen him.

"No, but damn it Kevin... I have tried calling you everyday and you can't
be bothered to take my calls, or for that matter, return them... why?" he
said angrily, ignoring Kevin's question.

"Are those for me, Jason," Kevin asked of the flowers, hoping to avoid
answering Jason's question.

"Yes Kevin, I bought them for you, hoping that you would at least see me
and give me the answers that I need," Jason said, now standing before Kevin
and thrusting the roses into his hands.

As Kevin took the roses into his hands, a thorn dug deep into a finger,
causing it to bleed. Seeing the blood on Kevin's forefinger, Jason raised
Kevin's hand up and took the bleeding finger into his mouth. He gently
wiped away the blood with his tongue before sucking gently on it.

Kevin quickly pulled his hand away, having felt a surge of excitement rise
from deep within him from the wet warmth of Jason's mouth.

"You must go Jason, before... come, I shall sneak you out," Kevin said, as
panic rose through him, knowing that at any minute, his father could step
into his room.

"Before what, Kevin... are you ashamed of me?" Jason asked, seeing the
redness of a blush, flushing its deep redness on Kevin's cheeks.

"Noooo, but..." he paused, wondering just how to say it. "It's my father,
he hates the sight of all Indians," he blurted out, reddening again.

"And what about you, Kevin, does my skin color offend you? Is that why you
have avoided my calls?" Jason's patience was growing thin with Kevin's
avoidance of his questions.

"Never Jason... how could you even think that I would be ashamed of you or
of you being an Indian," Kevin quickly responded, raising a hand to Jason's
face and softly caressing it. "I..." he turned away, afraid to say the
three words that expressed what he was feeling in his heart.

"What Kevin... I love you, is that what you are feeling so difficult to
say?"

Kevin turned to face Jason, Jason's eyes... his lips, they spoke of
feelings that even Jason was hiding.

"I love you Jason... oh God how I have fallen in love with you, but its my
father, he'll never accept you, not even as a friend of mine," he said and
when Jason embraced him, he wrapped his arms about Jason's neck and leaned
forward, the two of them joined in a kiss that even stole their very breath
away.

Suddenly pulling apart, "Kevin, who on earth are you talking to?" his
father asked from the other side of his bedroom door.

"Ahhhh... no one father...I'm just talking to myself," Kevin lied and his
father only grunted as he moved on. "How am I going to get you out of
here?"  He whispered to Jason.

Jason felt like trash under the glare of Kevin's eyes as he looked at him.

"Do not worry Kevin, I got myself into your house and life, I will find my
way out," he snarled and moved to the French doors that led onto a balcony.

Kevin was at a loss for words, having felt the sting of Jason's bitterness
that filled his words, and before he could reply, Jason was on the
balcony. Kevin hurried to the door and before he could speak of how he
truly felt, Jason was over the railing and moving down the
trellis. Standing on the balcony and leaning over the railing, Kevin
watched as Jason stealthily moved across the large expanse of lawn and
disappeared into a thick stand of oaks.

"He hates me," Kevin turned and went back into his bedroom, where he threw
himself across his bed and cried.

"Damn it boy, why must you behave like such a sissy," he father growled
when he burst into the bedroom, having heard Kevin's sobs.

"I'm sorry father... I was in pain," Kevin lied, sitting up and wiping his
eyes with the back of his hands.

"Toughen up boy and become a man, you infuriate me with your feminine
behavior," he shouted and left the room angrily, slamming the door behind
him.

Kevin buried his face into his pillows and cried again. He knew that his
father disliked him, or was it that he only tolerated him he thought. Even
though Kevin was eighteen and a man, his physique resembled that of a woman
more than a man, for it was sleek and slender and had no real hint of
muscle.

Kevin rose from his bed and went to stand before his full length mirror. He
took in the sight of his body, with its slender waist and hips, and arms
that seem void of muscles.

"You are more woman than man in appearance," he whispered, hating the sight
of his body.

***

Jason moved along the streets of Alexandria, his anger still urging him
on. He was now in the seedier part of the city, where saloons and even a
brothel were common place among its buildings.

Jason gazed up at the balconies that ran around the second floor level and
was shocked when he saw a handsome boy gazing down at him, a smile coursed
across the boy's lips.

His golden blond curls seemed to frame a face that held the deepest blue
eyes that Jason had ever seen, and lips, plump and full, that whispered
sensuousness.

"Want a good time handsome," the boy called down to Jason, urging Jason to
come inside.

Jason looked for several moments at the blond haired boy with the ice blue
eyes and decided that he needed a diversion from his anger, so he nodded
and stepped inside.

Jason looked around the room; it was boldly decorated with gold and red
wallpaper and had a gaudy chandelier hanging in the center of the room.

"Hello, I'm Eric," the boy said, coming up to Jason and wrapping his arms
about Jason's waist, pulling him into a warm embrace.

"Jason," he replied and pulled away from the scantily clad boy.

Eric wore a weird kind of pants that had been cut off at the legs, allowing
all of his slender legs to show. They were tightly fitting, hugging his
hard, round ass and accenting his manhood.

"How can I help you young man," a large black woman with bleached blond
hair asked, evidently the proprietor of this brothel. "Run along Eric, the
gentleman evidently prefers a young lady," she growled, dismissing Eric
with the wave of her hand.

Eric looked into Jason's eyes, as if pleading with him with his own eyes to
be the one that Jason desired.

"No ma'am, Eric will do just fine," Jason adamantly said, and almost
laughed when her face showed her surprise.

"Very well... but I will nevah understand why a man would desire sex with a
boy. That'll be ten dollars for an hour with Eric," she was quick to
demand, holding out her hand as Jason dug into his front pocket for the
cash.  He crossed her palm with two five dollar bills and when Eric took
him by the hand, Jason willingly followed.

***

"I will make your every fantasy come true, Jason," Eric whispered once he
had closed and locked the door, stepping over to a table and turning an
hour glass over to measure out the hour that had been secured by Jason.

Eric wasted no time as his fingers hurried Jason from his clothes. Standing
back to see what Jason had to offer him, Eric let his eyes roam seductively
over Jason's body, taking in his broad shoulders, muscular arms and legs
and an abdomen that rippled with more muscles than Eric had ever seen on a
man. When his eyes fell upon Jason's manhood, which hung flaccid down his
leg, he gasped, when he saw the length and girth of the boy's manhood.

"My word Jason, do all Indians have such a manhood?" Eric asked, lifting
Jason's cock with a hand and when he wrapped his fingers firmly around it,
he began gently stoking it to its full glory of ten inches.

"Most do, so show me what you can do with such a thing as this," Jason
mused, as his cock reached its full glory.

Eric smiled and dropped to his knees before Jason, taking his cock into his
hand and gently running his tongue around the bulbous head. Jason's head
flew back, and his eyes closed in ecstasy when Eric wrapped his lips around
his manhood and slowly descended its length.

"Damn... damn Eric, your mouth is so magical," Jason moaned, running his
fingers through the golden locks of the boy. "How old are you Eric," he
asked.

Eric moved away from Jason's manhood long enough to say fifteen, and then
resumed sucking. Jason used his hands on Eric's head to gingerly glide him
up and down his shaft until he felt the longings of release approaching.

Stepping away from the boy, Jason helped him up from his knees, and by the
hand, Jason led him to the bed. Eric wrapped his arms around Jason's neck
and kissed him heatedly, before he laid his slender young body, stomach
down, on the bed. Lifting his hard round ass upward to entice Jason, Eric
watched as Jason climbed onto the bed.

"Damn... you really get down to business," Jason said as he climbed on top
of Eric, resting his harden length against the softness of the boy's ass
and his hairless chest against the boy's back.

"You've paid for an hour of pleasure, so I'm making sure that you get every
minute of it so that you will return to me," Eric said over his shoulder.

Shrugging his shoulders, Jason knelt up between Eric's spread legs and once
he had placed the head of his cock to Eric's rosebud, gave a hard thrust
inward, burying his cock fully inside of Eric's love tunnel.

Eric gasped and buried his face into a pillow when he was impaled fully by
the throbbing hardness of Jason's manhood. The pain was the worse pain that
Eric had ever felt, because Jason was the first man that Eric had given
himself to.

Jason heard the painful gasp as it escaped from Eric, and it tore at his
heart to have been the one to cause the boy such pain.

"I'm sorry Eric, but I just thought that you were accustomed to having a
cock in you," Jason said apologetically.

"Truthfully Jason, you are my first," he said over his shoulders with tears
flooding his eyes. "Now enjoy yourself handsome," he added, turning back to
the pillow and burying his face into it.

"I cannot," Jason said, pulling his sex from the boy's ass and rising from
the bed to stand looking down at Eric. "Why didn't you tell me that I was
your first, Eric," he asked, once Eric had turned to face him.

"Would it have really mattered?" he asked, rising to sit on the edge of the
bed.

"Yes it would have mattered, I am not some evil person that takes great
pleasure from the pain of others," Jason said, sitting down beside Eric and
placing an arm about the boy's waist, pulling him snuggly to him. "Why are
you even here doing this Eric?"

"I've got to survive and Josephine was the only person that would hire me,"
he told him, referring to the madam. "Now before you time runs out, come
Jason and find heaven with me and my body," he added, lying back down on
the bed.

"No Eric I can't... I will not be the cause of your pain," Jason said
adamantly and went over to his clothes.

He pulled his breeches on and as he fastened them, Eric placed his hands on
the waistband and eased Jason's breeches down again, falling along with
them to his knees.

"Please don't Eric, do not degrade yourself in such a way. Not for me,"
Jason said, easing the boy to his feet.

"You've paid your ten dollars for my body, I must see that you get the
pleasure that you paid for," he said, and when he began to ease again to
his knees, Jason stopped him.

"I have well over thirty minutes left, so let's talk, handsome," Jason
said, stepping from his breeches and lying beside Eric on the bed.

Lying face to face, Jason ran his fingers through that softness of Eric's
golden hair and when they came to the nape of Eric's neck, he pulled the
boy's lips to his in a tenderly long kiss, feeling warmth surrounding his
heart as their kiss deepened.

"Wow, no one has ever kissed me like that," Eric said tenderly, his eyes
began filling with tears as he looked into the midnight black of Jason's.

"No one has ever touched my heart as you just have," Jason purred against
Eric's lips. "Now tell me why you are here?" he said tenderly, yet
forcefully.

"My mother died two weeks ago, and never having known my pa, I was left to
fend for myself. I tried place after place, looking for work, but it was
always the same, I was either to young or had no experience. So when I met
this girl at a market that I was stealing some fruit from, she urged me to
come back here with her and work for Miss Josephine," he confessed,
brushing a stray lock of hair from Jason's brow. "Do you know how sinfully
handsome you are, Jason?" he asked, leaning back some to take a full look
at his face.

"Thank you, but I'm not really all that," Jason said, blushing and turning
onto his back, wondering about Eric, and also comparing him to Kevin.

Jason gasped, when Eric straddled him, and after reaching back to stroke
Jason's cock back to its full glory, he eased his ass down around it. Now
fully impaled and with the pain, minimal, Eric slowly lifted, descended
again and once he was accustomed to the fullness of Jason's cock in him,
found a rhythm as he rode Jason's manhood.

Their eyes locked and held, Jason's hands gently holding Eric's hips as the
boy made love with him. Never did Jason feel such pleasure... such heat
within him, as he was feeling here with Eric.

Feeling his need close, Jason pulled Eric down on him, rolled them over and
when Jason was now atop Eric, lifted the boy's legs and began fucking him
earnestly. Eric met Jason, thrust for thrust, his lithe hips lifting as
Jason pounded his sex deeper and with more urgency into him.

"I'm close Eric... do I pull out or stay," Jason asked, feeling his edge
approaching rapidly.

"Stay and fill me with your love seeds," Eric moaned and then rose to meet
Jason's lips in a heated kiss.

Breaking their kiss, Jason rose up and began pounding deep and hard into
Eric's heat, filling the boy's love canal with his seeds.

"Aaaagggghhhhh fuck... ride me... take that cock baby," Jason crowed,
pummeling deeper and faster as his seeds spewed forth, with Eric riding
Jason's cock with all he was worth.

Gasping and their hearts pounding, Jason pulled his shrinking manhood from
Eric and fell on the bed beside him, their fingers entwined together,
panting for breath.

"I am glad that my first man sexually was you, Jason," Eric gasped out, as
he too struggled for normalcy in his breathing.

"Well I have a confession to make Eric, you were my first also," he
admitted, causing Eric to turn to him, his chest resting against Jason's as
their eyes met.

"Truly Jason... I was also your first?" Eric asked as he gazed into Jason's
eyes.

"Yes handsome, we were each other's first," he replied and then grew silent
when the truth of what Eric was, hit him.

Jason was not bothered so much that his first time had been with a male
whore, but more so by what Eric would have to endure once Jason left, at
the hands of other men, that may not be as tender as he was.

"Did I not please you?" Eric worried when he saw how Jason's face suddenly
turned serious.

Jason turned to gaze into the beauty of Eric's eyes, running a hand softly,
caressing his cheek, and opening his heart to this boy.

"Please me... Eric you more than pleased me," Jason purred, pulling Eric to
him in a kiss. "Now, why didn't you spew your seeds?" he asked, breaking
the tenderness of the moment.

"I held them back and concentrated on pleasuring only you, Jason," he said
and looked strangely at Jason when he rose and knelt between Eric's legs.

Thinking that Jason wanted another round of lovemaking before his hour was
up, Eric spread his legs to give room to Jason. But when Jason lowered his
face toward Eric's manhood, Eric pushed him away.

"What are you doing Jason," Eric asked, he knew what he was doing but he
didn't know why.

"It's my turn to pleasure you," Jason said, knowing that once his hour was
up, Eric would be leaving with him.

"I can't Eric, you are a gentleman and I am but a whore," he said and Jason
could hear the shame in Eric's voice. "It would not be right for someone
like you to pleasure someone as lowly as me."

"Damn it Eric, I am going to do this whether or not you like it, and once
my hour is up, you are coming home to live with me," he said adamantly,
shocking Eric by the demand... and by the insistence of his statement. "Now
damn it Eric, make love to me," Jason said, rolling them over until Eric
was now on top of Jason.

Jason lifted his legs in surrender to what would be his first time for
having a man... or for that matter anything inside him, and he wanted it to
be Eric. Eric knew that Jason meant what he said and after stroking his
cock to hardness, Eric eased it into Jason's ass.

"Wait... oh fuck it hurts," Jason gasped, feeling the surging of extreme
pain when the head breached his anal ring. "Did it hurt this much for you?"
he asked and Eric nodded.

"Oh God Jason... I'll pull it out because it is not right that you should
be feeling pain when you paid for pleasure," Eric cried and when he started
to pull away, Jason dug his fingers into the flesh of Eric's ass, pulling
his tightly to him and burying Eric's sex deeply in him. "Oh
fuck... yes... yes, fuck me," Jason said, pretending pleasure when all
along he was feeling pain.

"Truly... you wish me to fuck you?" Eric asked, looking down at Jason.

"No Eric, do not fuck me, but make love to me as if you loved me, because I
am falling in love with you," Jason confessed and no longer wanting Kevin,
as he pulled Eric's mouth to his in a kiss that was deep and all consuming.

Eric too felt the twang of Cupid's arrow as it pieced his heart for Jason,
and began slow, rhythmic strokes into the soft tightness of Jason's sheath,
which surrounded his length with warmth.

Soon the two were rocking and moving in unison as their bodies took them to
paradise within each other's arms, their joint climaxes totally
overwhelming them.

Clinging and panting from the afterglow of their lovemaking, Eric's cheek
rested against Jason's.

"I love you Jason," he softly whispered, his breath tickling Jason's ear,
and Jason tightened his hold on Eric.

"I love you also, Eric, come live with me," he urged, his voice thick with
desire.

"And you would not be ashamed of having a whore as your mate?" Eric asked,
lifting up so that he could study the truth of Jason's answer in his eyes.

"A whore... you have never been a whore, Eric. And why would I be ashamed,
because we are each other's first," he reasoned and when Eric saw not only
the truth of Jason's words in his eyes, but also the love that was growing
within his heart, he lowered his face into the crook of Jason's neck and
cried.

Jason pushed Eric, partially away and framed the boy's face with his hands,
showering his face with a frenzy of kisses.

"No one has ever treated me as tenderly and with such respect as you have,
Jason," Eric admitted.

"No one has ever touched my heart as you have, and you are so deserving of
so much more darling," he softly said, kissing Eric tenderly. "So does this
mean yes, that you will come and be my mate?" Eric could only nod, fearing
that if he spoke, he'd wake up and discover that this was just a dream.

***

When Jason and Eric approached the front steps of the mansion that Jason
now lived at, Eric stopped and stepped back.

"Tell me that you are but a worker here and that this is not your home?"
Eric said, as he gazed at the splendor of the Victorian mansion.

"Well it's not really mine, but it does belong to my father and his
brother," Jason admitted.

"Then they will not allow you to bring a whore as your mate into such a
beautiful place as this," again Jason cringed at how belittling Eric was of
himself.

"I am the only one that lives here, well except for the staff, and if I
ever hear you referring to you as a whore, I'll horse whip you," he said
sternly as he looked determinedly into Eric's eyes.

"I'm sorry Jason, really I am. But you must understand that it was as a
whore when you met me. No one, not even when my mother was alive, did
anyone ever look at us but as white trash."

Jason's heart was aching over how anyone could treat this beautiful boy as
anything but the treasure that he was.

"I am so going to make you into what you deserve to be, a fine gentleman of
worth and prominent standing in the community," Jason told him. "Now when
it comes to being degraded and held by others as worthless, I too know the
pain of it. I am Choctaw Indian, my father is Choctaw and my mother was
white, but as a breed, I too know the pain of words that whites can bestow
on ones that they deem less."

Jason pulled Eric close and as he gazed into the deep blue depths of Eric's
eyes, he became lost.

"Now that you know of my ancestry, does it bother you that I am not wholly
white but also Choctaw?" he asked, and now it was Jason's turn to judge the
truth of Eric's answer in the boy's eyes.

"I don't care what you are Jason, your heart is what shows through to me,
and no one can be as gentle and caring as you have been to me, my handsome
Choctaw warrior."

Standing on the front porch, they joined together in a kiss, and when a
sudden clearing of one's throat was heard, they quickly separated.

"Kevin... whatever are you doing here?" Jason asked, seeing Kevin looking
at him with discuss in his eyes.

 "I might ask you the same about him," Kevin bitterly said.

"This is Eric... my boyfriend," Jason said, wrapping an arm about Eric's
waist and pulling his body closer to him.

Kevin felt the pangs of jealousy as his eyes took in how possessively Jason
was holding this... this Eric. He had recognized Eric, remembering him as
his father's gardener and Eric had recognized Kevin, as the spoiled brat
that kept trying to sexually seduce him.

"Do you have any idea as to who this... this trash is? He was my father's
gardener, and I might add, not a good one at that, because my father
discharged him," he lied, knowing that it was his unwanted advances toward
Eric that had caused Eric to quit. "Why he's probably a thief also... why
just look at him Jason, surely even you can see how pitifully worthless he
is."

"Even `I' Kevin, what do you mean by `even you can see'?" he asked, still
holding Eric who had remained quiet as he wished that he was anywhere else
but here at the moment.

"Well come on Jason, after all you are an Indian and not accustomed to
wealth, much less knowing what is right and wrong when it comes to
breeding, being a half breed yourself."

"A snob... you are nothing but a snob, Kevin, and I feel nothing but pity
for you," Jason angrily said, releasing his hold on Eric and stepping
forward to place his face but a breath away from Kevin's. "Now kindly
remove your worthless skinny ass from my father's property," he shouted,
stepping even closer to his face.

"I may not always agree with my father, but this time I will, because he
was right when he said... `that the only good Indian was a dead one'," he
added before turning away.

Jason grabbed Kevin by the wrist and turned him angrily to face him.

"You have no idea how I am regretting now having saved your skinny white
backside from the clutches of Jacob," Jason laughed when he saw how his
words had deeply hurt Kevin. "I should have stood there hidden and watched
him rape you over and over, because you truly deserved it," he adamantly
said, causing even himself to flinch at the bitterness of his words.

Kevin was at a loss for words as he stood there momentarily looking at
Jason before rushing away as tears rolled down his face.

"I'm sorry Kevin," Jason blurted out as he stepped down a few stairs after
him.

"I'll just say goodbye and leave." Eric said, extending his hand toward
Jason so that he could shake it in thanks before leaving.

"Why Eric... why are you leaving me?" Jason asked, fearing that somehow he
had done something to gravely hurt the boy. "Whatever I did that has
offended you, I am so sorry. Please don't leave me."

"I must Jason, because if I were to stay, you would always be defending me
and your decision to take me as your mate. It's bad enough that people look
at me as white trash, but just imagine how they would react to learn that
we are lovers also."

Jason grabbed the extended hand by the wrist and pulled Eric through the
front door and slammed it closed once they were inside. He marched heatedly
into the parlor and thrust Eric into a chair.

"Now you listen to me mister, because this is the last time that I am going
to say this," he shouted and didn't bother looking at Bessie when she
stepped into the room.

Her attention was drawn by the slamming of the door, but she could tell
that she had stumbled into something that did not concern her. She quietly
tried to back out of the room, but Jason turned and glowered at her,
causing her to stop in her tracks.

"Miss Bessie, take a seat please," he said and the woman came and sat on
the sofa.

He drew a deep breath and looked from Eric to Bessie and then back to Eric
before he continued.

"All my life I have had to deal with the prejudice of white people that saw
only my skin color and never my worth and it taught me one thing," he began
and saw how uncomfortable, Bessie was. "I know that you know what I am
saying is true, Miss Bessie, because you also dealt with it. But what I am
saying here is this," and he fell to one knee before Eric, took his hand in
his and looked up with glossy eyes into Eric's.

The silence before Jason resumed speaking was deafening.

"Eric, I do not care if you are the world's richest man or it's poorest, I
love you and if you can accept this humble Choctaw warrior's love, I would
be honored if you would be my husband," he said tenderly, and smiled when
Bessie placed a hand to her mouth, knowing that she too accepted him.

Eric looked down at this handsome man that was kneeling before him with
great humbleness and nodded, before lunging into Jason's arms, their mouths
meeting in a frenzy of kisses.

"Miss Bessie will leave yous young lovers to your devices," she said
chuckling as he slowly walked away, knowing that she would rather work her
life away for Jason, than live freely anywhere else.

"I am honored Jason that you asked me to marry you, but even you must know
that it could never be. Two men are just not allowed to marry each other,
no more than a white man can marry woman of a different race," he said.

Jason knew that Eric was not trying to leave him, but that he was stating
fact as it was in the white community.

"I know what you say is true darling, but amongst the Indians of this
nation, we have what is called two spirits, and those of us that are of two
spirits do marry and live as husbands or as wives, if the two be women."
Jason explained, watching Eric's reaction as his words sank in.

Again, Jason knelt on one knee and placed Eric's hand in his as he re-asked
his question. "Would you darling, would you marry me and forsake all others
but me, as I will also?"

"Oh Jason yes...yes, yes, I will marry you," he said happily, tears flowing
down his cheeks as their lips met in a kiss. "I love you Jason and I too
pledge my love and fidelity to you," he vowed.

"Then I pronounce you husbands," a voice said from the shadows, and when
the two boys turned, there was Hawk and Shadow smiling at them.

"Father... Uncle Hawk," Jason shouted and rushed into Shadow's arms,
embracing him. "Why didn't you wire me and tell me that you were coming,"
he asked, now hugging Hawk.

"And miss my son proposing to such a handsome one as this man is," Shadow
asked, walking with his arm around Jason's shoulder. "Now introduce my new
son to us," he added, causing Eric to blush.

"Father, Uncle Hawk, this is Eric, my intended," he said and Eric gasped
when Shadow pulled the boy into his arms.

"Welcome, Eric, to our family," Shadow said, kissing the boy on the lips as
even Jason had kissed Eric.

"Father... what is this?" Jason asked, wondering why his father, who he
knew to love but women, would be kissing his lover in such a way.

"My son, much has changed for your father since you suddenly disappeared
from our village," Shadow said, reaching out a hand and Jason gasped when
Brad stepped forward and took Shadow's hand in his. "This is Brad and he is
now my husband," he proudly said, looking into Brad's eyes with much love.

"Really father... you have taken a man as your mate?"

"Ay-uh my son, but does it bother you that I have taken another to fill my
heart, after having loved your mother for so long?"

"No father, my only wish has always been for your happiness, and if it's
this man that makes you happy, well then I am happy also."

"What about your uncle, don't I get a hug," Hawk asked, pulling Jason into
his arms and warmly hugging the boy.

Hawk pulled Eric into his arms and gave him a kiss as Shadow had done. He
even thrust his tongue deep into the boy's mouth as his hands gently
squeezed Eric's ass, causing Eric to blush profusely.

"Hey, hey, Uncle Hawk, just remember that he's mine," Jason said, pulling
Eric away from Hawk and into his arms. "Now what about you Uncle Hawk,
because when I left our village, you and Brad were going to be married?"

"Flaming Arrow and I are going to be re-married. I determined that my heart
still loved him," he said and turned with sad eyes toward Brad,

"I'm all right with your decision Hawk, for I got two men in one," Brad
said happily, turning his gaze upon Shadow. "I got a man just as handsome
as you and one that loves me completely," he added.

"Surely you are not taking me just because Hawk and I are identical?"
Shadow asked, pouting his lip.

"Identical babe, hell you are much greater endowed then Hawk is," he
whispered so that only he would hear.

"What was that that you whispered to my brother," Hawk asked, now wishing
to hear his answer to Shadow's question.

"Nothing that concerns you Hawk, it is something that is to stay between
this handsome warrior and me," he replied as Flaming Arrow came noisily
into the room, chased by Bessie and her broom.

"Will you tell this mad woman that I belong here... someone please,"
Flaming Arrow shouted, cowering behind Hawk.

"It's fine Miss Bessie... he's my uncle," Jason said, and the room erupted
into laughter when Bessie stood stoically with her hands on her hips.

"Then why didn't you's just says so," she remarked at Flaming Arrow before
stomping off, again they all burst out in laughter.

To be continued...

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