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A Tale of Jaguars	By : Aline Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 13095 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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WARNINGS: This contains Slash, and abuse, as well as mpreg. It is dark and treats themes only for mature audience, such as rape and sex with a minor. Do not read if you don’t like it.
*Disclaimer: I don’t own Thundercats, or any character or event associated to it, and I’m not making any money from this fiction.
CHAPTER 02. STEPS INTO A NEW LIFE.
Morning came, and Tygra was furious with himself. He wasn’t a bloody cub damn it! And he had cried and begged like a four years old! What had happened hadn’t even warranted his show of distress! He hadn’t been actually hurt, only treated like… like a whore. He felt like hitting himself. He had been so weak. He had allowed an irrational fear to control him! He was totally and completely humiliated, and he refused to go down to breakfast. In no way he was showing Jareid’s mark to Lion-O, or anyone for that matter! There were no clothes in his closet that would entirely hide the hideous mark, so he was not coming out in public. The sodding bastard wanted to show off his prize, well he could fucking forget it! He was not a thing! And he most certainly wasn’t some sort of toy for Jareid’s amusement!
He tried to refuse Bengali when the white tiger arrived with a light breakfast to his room. He was deeply embarrassed for the way he had acted in front of his guard, and couldn’t help but feel ashamed that someone had seen him in that deplorable state. However, the white tiger was having none of it. He practically forced Tygra to eat, pointing out that he needed to keep his strength and threatening with letting Lion-O into the room to keep him company. He assured Tygra that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and that it was understandable that he was a bit off after technically loosing his home and been forced into a difficult situation like the one he was in.
The tiger prince caved, and even let himself to accept some of the comfort that Bengali was offering. He’d never accept it out loud, but he needed the reassurance. He felt lower than dirt at the moment, and the kind words of the older tiger actually made him feel better.
He had been prepared to just stay forever in his room, like the prisoner he actually was, but it was not to be. Just after midday, the king in person came to visit. He seemed amused at Tygra’s little rebellion, and looked particularly pleased at the mark on the teen’s neck. Nonetheless, he pointed out, in no uncertain terms, what was expected of the young tiger. He also made clear that while he understood that the Thunderian prince might need some time to adjust to his new life, it was not an excuse to dismiss his responsibilities. In short, Tygra was not allowed to hide in his room to wallow in self-pity. There were still official meetings to be done, and protocol to follow. He was to be presented to the clan’s elders and the rest of the council. Then attend the official announcement of his impeding mating to the people in general, and the mandatory celebration. There was no time for self-pity.
Tygra listened to the king with tightly pressed lips and clenched fists, trying to keep himself in check, and not explode in desperation and misery. King Baal put a finger under his chin, subtly commanding him to look upwards.
“I know that my son is not the gentle type. He has always been brass and obnoxious. My fault, for allowing him to be spoiled. He’s not exactly used to take in consideration the other’s necessities. He takes what he wants, and is very aggressive when he’s denied. I know that it’d be hard to deal with him and his overwhelming personality, but you have a duty to perform young prince. It’d be a good idea to get used to your mate’s ways.”
Tygra blinked. An errant tear escaped his eyes without him noticing and Baal’s sight hardened at the blatant display of the teen’s distress. Tygra’s voice however was as steady as always, only quieter.
“Yes sir.”
The king nodded in approval. It’d take time, but the prince already knew how to conduct himself and was not going to be an embarrassment to the family. He only needed to get firmly on his feet again, and find something to focus. His brother was supposed to help make the transition easier, maybe he’d consider to leave them both in the same room for a while.
“Bengali will help you to get ready for the afternoon. It’s for the best that we get all the inane protocol done as soon as possible. That mark in your neck needs to be in plain view, understood?”
“Yes sir. I understand.”
“Good. If you are able to put on a decent show you and your brother are going to be allowed a modicum level of freedom in the palace. If you pass the elders’ scrutiny and manage to reach certain standards, you may even be allowed to be part of the kingdom’s forces. You do know what that would imply, don’t you?”
Tygra’s ears perked in interest. That meant that he could be allowed to train again. Maybe even with a weapon. His eyes recovered clarity, and the jaguar smiled at the change.
“I do sir. I’ll do my best.”
Baal was satisfied. It looked that the tiger had found something that would allow him to stop thinking too much about the mating part of his new life. The king knew that Jareid was going to be a handful, but he was confident that the young tiger could take his son’s rough treatment, maybe even take Jareid’s ego down to earth a peg or two. Baal knew that his son could be caring when he felt like it. If the young tiger could manage to actually get past Jareid’s obnoxious front and try to make the best of his situation, he could make things easier for himself.
For the moment it was enough that the Thunderian prince learned to cope with the jaguars nobles, and with his intended’s whims. Time would tell if the pressure had been too much for the tiger to handle, but Baal didn’t really believe that. The tigers were resilient, the young prince would adapt. The king was hopeful that Tygra would be good for his son. Jareid was too self-centred and envious. He needed to learn some humility and empathy or he wouldn’t be a good king. Perhaps the tiger could aid with that.
He left the room giving Bengali instructions to prepare the prince. He indicated that both brothers could have lunch in Tygra’s room, but the tiger must be ready for the counsel’s meeting at four. Bengali nodded his understanding and stayed with the young prince for the rest of the day.
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When night came, Tygra felt much more like himself again. Though he had had to endure Jareid’s presence at his side for the entire meeting and subsequent dinner, the jaguar prince had behaved. It had been an official meeting after all, and Jareid had shown his diplomatic and political skill. Tygra had quickly figured the protocol and followed accordingly. He had done fairly well, if he himself said so.
King Baal had been indeed pleased with the young tiger’s performance, and had proposed that the brothers would be trained to join the Hunters of the clan. This had been accepted by the majority of the council, confirming that Tygra had given a good impression.
Tygra was pretty excited by the deal. Bengali had explained to him and Lion-O what being a Hunter implied. If they were good, they’d get to go out to the jungle. It’d be a lot of exploring and tracking, and the training was hard.
Both of them also got to continue their preparation to be part of the government. Lion-O was not very happy about that. He’d have preferred to never hear about politics again. Tygra tried to cheer him up, mentioning that maybe in the future he could be allowed to return to Thundera. Someone would eventually have to step into their father’s place after all.
Lion-O smiled in acceptance, but noticed that Tygra only mentioned him when talking about returning. That didn’t sit well with the young lion. It was as if his brother had already given up on their chances of going back home. Lion-O still believed that their father would think of something to retrieve both of them. He didn’t believe that Claudus would ever give up any one of his sons. They just had to be patient.
Tygra didn’t share his brother’s confidence. But then again, he was older, and understood politics a little better. He had always known, in some hidden recess of his mind, that if forced to choose between his two sons, Claudus would keep his lion. To have that particular belief confirmed had hurt, but Tygra had understood. In the same way that he understood that if there was any chance of Claudus finding a loophole that allowed one of them to return to Thundera, it’d be for Lion-O.
But there was no need to explain the intricacies of kingship and bloodlines to his little brother. He’d understand in his own time. For now, they were looking forward to a new training, and Tygra to just forget the other part of his deal at least for some moments a day.
Lion-O had been told that he could stay in his brother’s room for as long as he wanted, but he knew Tygra well enough to know that the tiger wouldn’t appreciate him staying to sleep. The prince would see it as mothering, and he considered himself to be too old to need any kind of mothering or any other show of concern from his little brother. In Tygra’s mind he should be the one to give confidence and comfort, not Lion-O.
The lion prince didn’t agree with his brother. He knew that Tygra needed some measure of comfort. A hug once in a while wouldn’t kill him. But his brother was stubborn, so Lion-O would have to be sneaky. He may be having a nightmare one night, so he could get into Tygra’s bed and share the comfort without his brother thinking he wanted to mother him. He wondered if Tygra would hear him waking up should he really have a nightmare. Their rooms were not so far apart, after all.
The servants however, seemed to think that they were going to spend the night in the same room, because both disappeared around ten, leaving the two brothers to their own devices. Tygra was lounging lazily on the bed, while Lion-O was sitting at the small table, looking at a book on technology that Xiao had given him, and talking animatedly about it.
The tiger was amused at his brother’s not so subtle attempt to stay with him, and was wondering if he should send Lion-O to his room, while the lion was pretending not to notice the time. Tygra was about to just let his brother spend the night with him, when the door to his room opened, and in came Jareid.
Tygra bolted upright and stood at the bedside, wide eyes looking fearfully at his unexpected visitor. The jaguar looked pointedly at the young lion, who immediately abandoned his chair and sat on the bed, beside his brother. He was determined to not leave Tygra’s side, but the tiger looked at Jareid’s eyes and just knew that the prince was going to do whatever he had come to do, no matter who else was present.
Tygra didn’t want his little brother to be witness to his humiliation. Besides, there was no telling what Jareid would do to Lion-O if the youngest teen decided to put himself in the jaguar’s way. Tygra wasn’t going to risk his brother getting hurt over a lost cause. He tried to compose his voice, so it wouldn’t give away his fear when he talked to the lion.
“Lion-O, it’s late. Go to sleep.”
The young lion turned to look at him with recrimination. He held Tygra’s hand and shook his head stubbornly.
“No. I’m not leaving you.”
Jareid smirked in amusement. He approached the brothers confidently, his smirk widened at the obvious fear in his tiger’s eyes.
“I have no problem with the kit staying. If he behaves he’s more than welcome to watch.”
Tygra swallowed, and his hand rested for a moment on his brother’s shoulder blades, pushing slightly.
“No. Lion-O, please leave.”
He tried to sound firm, but couldn’t eradicate the desperation in his voice. Lion-O’s eyes widened upon noticing it, and glared at the jaguar. He was sure that the older cat was doing something to his brother, hurting him somehow. The young lion had seen the mark on his brother’s neck, but had not commented on it, seeing how embarrassed Tygra had been the entire day, to the point to stay in his room until he had had no other choice. The tiger was very active, and hated to be confined. Lion-O could clearly see that Tygra’s attempt to hide in his room had been all Jareid’s fault. He couldn’t leave his brother with the jaguar. He didn’t want to.
But Tygra insisted again, pushing Lion-O more firmly towards the door. His brother didn’t want him to witness whatever was about to happen, and the smirk in Jareid’s mouth didn’t promise anything good. Lion-O looked at his brother one more time, and Tygra mouthed a final please. The kit lowered his head, and against his better judgment, left the room. He glared at the jaguar’s back before crossing the threshold, but the cat never looked back at him, eyes now completely focused in the tiger.
Once he heard the door sliding open and close, and sure that his brother was no longer in the room, Tygra jumped away from Jareid’s reach. He went over the bed and stood at the other side, calculating his next move. He was not going within arms’ reach from the jaguar. He didn’t want the older cat’s paws over him. He knew he had little to no possibility of escaping, but he’d be damned if he didn’t even try.
Jareid looked at the younger prince in amusement, and his hearty laugh filled the room.
“So, my little tiger, want to play cat and mouse? You don’t have enough space to run.”
If he could reach the door, he’d have a possibility. He didn’t know the castle, but he could manage to find a place to hide. With that in mind, he darted to the left and dodged Jareid’s attempt at grabbing him, using the room’s furniture as obstacles between the two of them. He was close to make it. Tygra was very agile and he was counting on that to avoid capture. He only needed to keep what little advantage he had on Jareid until he could get past the door.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t familiar with the jaguar’s speed. Jareid was fast, and agile too. He caught Tygra’s arm just seconds before the teen touched the commands of the door, and pulled. Tygra yelped and hit the floor with force. He tried to stand up quickly, ignoring the pain, but Jareid was already over him. The jaguar’s entire body pined his smaller form to the floor, face down, giving him no space to move. Big paws grabbed his wrists and pulled them forcibly behind his back, a knee pressed down his tailbone as Jareid repositioned himself, and Tygra couldn’t suppress a distressed cry at the pain.
Jareid moved quickly. With only one hand he secured Tygra’s wrists to the teen’s lower back, the other grabbed the slender neck and pushed it against the floor. The knee at Tygra’s tailbone stayed there, and he stabilized himself with his other knee firmly on the floor. The tiger attempted to fight his hold, trying to get leverage with his legs. Jareid’s claws sunk into the teen’s neck and he moved his knee in such a way that he nearly crushed the tiger’s tailbone, eliciting another anguished cry from his victim. Tygra stopped moving, but remained tense. Jareid continued moving his knee, putting most of his weight on it, until Tygra finally screamed in pain.
“OW! Please! Please stop! Ow!”
Jareid smirked in triumph. He put his entire weight on Tygra’s body for good measure, and then stood, pulling the tiger with him. He reasserted his hold, freeing the teen’s wrists, while with his arm he surrounded the slender body, trapping the tiger’s arms, and pulling the unresisting form against his own body. His left hand still grabbed the delicate neck, now from the front. He lifted Tygra from the floor quite a few centimetres in order to reach the stripped ears with his mouth.
“Not very nice of you, my tiger, to try to avoid me. But I always enjoy a bit of play.”
He nibbled Tygra’s ear and kissed away a tear. Tygra tried to control his sobs and remain quiet, but when Jareid bit his neck again, precisely on his mark, he couldn’t stop a pained mewl. Suddenly, the jaguar’s hand released his neck and snaked into his pants. Tygra mewed a pitiful no as Jareid took hold of his flaccid member and started to stimulate it. The tiger’s legs kicked wildly, wanting to free himself from the unwelcome touch. Jareid’s hand grabbed the teen’s testicles and squeezed just a little. Tygra froze. The hand began to move again, and in mere moments Tygra was starting to get hard.
He cried quietly while his body shook with unwanted pleasure. Jareid expertly worked him to his entire length, massaging his balls and stroking his shaft firmly. Whimpers of pleasure escaped him, and he had to do a conscious effort to stop himself from purring. He felt so helpless and useless at that moment. He couldn’t stop Jareid from doing anything he wanted. His only hope was that the elder prince grew tired of the game and left him alone. Jareid however, continued his assault, until Tygra’s entire body tensed and with a mixture of a sob and a low wail he came all over the jaguar’s hand.
Jareid smirked and pulled his hand out of the teen’s soiled pants.
“Tsk. Messy, messy.” He put his cum-covered hand in front of Tygra’s face. The tiger whimpered and tried to turn his head away. Jareid was having none of it.
“Come on little tiger. Lick your mess clean. Unless you want a certain little lion to get a taste of what he’s missing.”
Tygra recoiled. He shook his head in near panic.
“N-No. Don’t get Lion-O into this!”
“Then you know what to do little tiger.”
Tygra had no doubt that Jareid would do what he had said. So, he clenched his eyes shut and opened his mouth. His tongue tentatively started to lick his tormentor’s hand.
“Do a good job handsome. Your tongue needs the practice.”
Tygra wanted to puke. He managed to complete his task rather quickly, and earned a bite and lick on his neck for his efforts.
“Very good my little tiger. You’re learning.”
Jareid turned him around and kissed his mouth possessively. Tygra did an effort to just open his lips and not gag. The moment Jareid let him go, he collapsed on the floor, his legs just denied to support him. He was shaking, wondering what else Jareid would want to do to him.
The jaguar lifted his trembling body and carried him to the bed. Tygra couldn’t move. He felt like his extremities were numb. Jareid was over him and kissing his mouth again, nearly asphyxiating him. He finally let go and started sniffing the teen’s cheeks and neck.
“You taste and smell delicious my little tiger. I can’t wait to have you naked in my bed for the entire night.”
Hands were under his clothes, and Tygra held his breath. He started chanting a string of Nos in his head. His sobs grew louder as he tried unsuccessfully to deny what was happening. After long moments of torture, Jareid’s breath was at his right ear.
“Soon, my prince. For now I’d be dreaming of you.”
A last kiss, and suddenly Jareid’s weight was gone. Tygra stayed still for a few confused seconds, barely registering the sound of the door. Then, he opened his eyes, wondering when exactly he had closed them, and looked cautiously around. He was alone.
He couldn’t stop his crying any longer. He curled on his side, and bit the pillow to muffle his scream. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even defend himself. How was he expecting to protect his little brother in that place? He was completely useless.
And he felt dirty.
Summoning his strength, he managed to overcome his fear-induced weakness and stood on shaky legs. He made his way to the bathroom. He needed to get rid of Jareid’s smell, among other things.
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Lion-O waited outside of his brother’s room, pressing his ear against the door to try and hear something. The rooms however, were soundproof. The kit couldn’t hear anything. He passed back and fort on the corridor, unsure of how to proceed. He wanted to return to his brother’s side, but Tygra had pleaded him to go away. He clearly had not wanted the lion there while Jareid was in the room.
After a while, he decided to go to his own room. He’d change into his pyjamas and pick a book. He was going to wait for the jaguar prince to get out of his brother’s room, and then he’d go back in. He needed to be sure that Tygra was fine. They were alone in that place, and they had to take care of each other. He couldn’t let his big brother to shoulder that weight all by himself.
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Despite his best efforts, Lion-O fell asleep curled over his book. He had been sitting on the floor at the entrance to his room, with the door just the barest bit open, so he could hear when Jareid would go. He had figured out how to work the commands of the door to his liking, and he felt very proud of it.
The cold, and the uncomfortable position he was in, woke him up some time in the night. He looked around confused and disoriented, and felt his cramped muscles protest the movement. He groaned in discomfort as he uncurled himself, and massaged his sore limbs. It was dark, but he could feel the breeze that entered the room through the slid open at the entrance. He wondered for a moment why he wasn’t in his bed, and then he remembered. His brother. He had to go to his brother.
Ignoring his stiff legs, he opened the door completely and walked towards Tygra’s room. He didn’t know how long he had slept, but everything was dark and quiet, so he supposed that it was very late, and Jareid should be gone by then.
He knocked before entering, hoping to listen to his brother’s annoyed voice at being perturbed. That would in a way reassure the kit that Tygra was unharmed. He waited for long minutes, but there was no sound from the other side of the room. Remembering belatedly that he wouldn’t be able to hear anything, even if Tygra had answered, he cautiously opened the door.
It was darker inside the room than in the hallway, but Lion-O could distinguish his brother’s silhouette on the bed. The tiger was sitting with his legs pulled against his chest, and his head on his crossed arms, much like Lion-O had been minutes ago. The kit wondered why his brother wasn’t lying down and closed the door. He walked quietly towards the bed, careful to not trip with anything. Even in the dark, the room gave the impression of being messy. A feeling of dread entered him. The room had been in perfect state when he had left.
The lion stood for a moment at the bedside, and called to his brother.
“Tygra?”
The tiger didn’t move. Lion-O was starting to really worry. He climbed on the bed and shook his brother’s shoulder.
Tygra bolted upright and scooted out of Lion-O’s reach. The lion listened to the rapid intakes of breath of his brother, and scowled. He wished he had turned on the lights.
“Tygra? Are you ok?”
The tiger recognized the voice of his brother, and shook his head to clear it. He had been having a very bad dream, and his muscles were resenting the position he had fallen asleep in.
“L-Lion-O? What are you doing here?” His voice sounded a bit raspy, but fortunately free of any hint of panic. Lion-O felt encouraged.
“I’m sorry, I woke up and couldn’t sleep again.”
His brother didn’t lie very well. Even in the dark, Tygra knew that the lion was there to check on him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with one hand. The fur on his head still felt a bit damp but he was dry enough to get under the covers comfortably. He was starting to feel cold anyway.
“You were worried, weren’t you? Lion-O, I’m fine.”
The young lion shrugged and ducked his head. Tygra reached up to him and messed his mane.
“All right, you can stay. But don’t kick me in your sleep, ok?”
“I never kick!”
Both cats got under the covers, and Lion-O held on tightly to Tygra. The tiger let him, a rare occurrence by itself, but he was very put out by his current situation, and just needed to feel safe in some way.
He caressed his brother’s mane in a soothing motion, and felt as Lion-O’s breath became regular and quiet, the small arms around him loosened their tight hold as the lion fell asleep.
Tygra sighed. He had to be strong. His little brother needed him. He had to remain controlled, no matter what Jareid could do to him. He’d never let the jaguar touch Lion-O. And he wasn’t going to just submit at the older prince’s wishes. He was going to fight back. He was not a young kit anymore, and even when he was scared of Jareid he’d do his best to not collapse in desperation anymore. He just hoped he could actually live up to his own promises.
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A week passed by relatively fast. Tygra and Lion-O started their lessons under one of the most prominent council members of the clan. Soon it was evident that politics and economy had no appeal for Lion-O. The young lion was instead pretty excited by the prospect of learning everything he could about technology, even if it was only history. After the first two days of lessons, their teacher could see that Tygra was by far a better student than Lion-O, at least in the subjects required to government. But instead of complaining to the king and comparing the lion to his brother every step of the way, like all their previous instructors had done, he suggested that Lion-O would be allowed to be instructed by one of their senior engineers, making relevance of the apparent affinity the boy had for mechanics. His suggestion was accepted, and Lion-O was introduced to maths, drawing, physics and geometry, all of them important to understand and learn Cybernetic and Design Engineering.
The lion was still required to learn the basics of politics and other theory based subjects, but the time devoted to them was drastically reduced. Likewise, he was not to be trained as a Hunter, or any kind of warrior. His training would be focused on hand-to-hand combat and shooting. There would be swordsmanship, but considerably less intensive. Tygra thought that it’d be too much for his brother, but the lion was over the moon. At the end of the week, the tiger could see that Lion-O was much happier studying, and talked animatedly about his lessons and praised his teacher, something that he never had done before, not even when the teacher had been Jaga himself.
For the first time, Tygra could see the restrictions that being the crown heir had put on his little brother. The young lion had been forcing himself to act as something he wasn’t to please their father. Always falling short when the court and people in general compared him to Tygra. Now, without such expectations placed on him, he was free to be whatever he wanted and no one would fault him for it.
The tiger was happy for his brother. He had something to look forward to, and he’d be able to get over the loss of their previous life at Thundera. Lion-O still missed the palace, and their father, but he had many distractions that were helping him to bear with the change.
Tygra was also taking advantage of the load of work he had to do. Between lessons and training there was little time to think about anything else. But now and then, his future mate intruded in his activities and forced him to remember.
He dreaded Jareid’s night visits. The jaguar never failed to appear in his room, and force him to endure the older cat’s touch and whatever sick sexual game of power Jareid was playing at. He was trying to be strong, and during the day he did his best to act as if nothing was happening, but at dinnertime he felt a ball of fear tightening in his stomach. Still, he kept quiet, because he knew that talking and attracting attention on the matter wouldn’t do him any good. No one was going to stop Jareid. He was his future mate, and as such he was expected to accept whatever treatment the jaguar wanted to give to him.
He’d have gone crazy if not for Bengali. The white tiger had provided a crying shoulder for him. He had listened to the youth’s rambling, and offered understanding, comfort, and whatever encouragement was appropriate under the circumstances. He had also helped the tiger with Lion-O. After what had happened the second night, Bengali had made sure to take the lion out of his brother’s room before Jareid arrived, and left him sleeping in his own bed. So far, Lion-O had waked up just one more time and gone to check on his brother. Tygra was grateful that the lion wasn’t witnessing the emotional mess Jareid was turning him into. In that aspect at least he felt that he had been successful.
But Lion-O was not blind. He didn’t know what was happening in his brother’s room at night, but knew that his brother was hurting in a way he couldn’t help with. He was not as innocent as to not know what a mating implied, and he had guessed that Tygra’s unusual lack of confidence had a lot to do with that. But he was under the belief that Jareid wasn’t allowed to actually touch his brother in any sexual way until they were officially mated. So, he was wracking his head, thinking about what could be going on. His entire experience with royalty were his father and his big brother, neither one would ever abuse their power, so it was hard for the lion to think that someone would.
Therefore, Lion-O tried to cheer up his brother talking about his lessons, and getting him to demonstrate some of his training with the Hunters. Tygra humoured him, but the lion could see the sadness in his brother’s eyes, sadness that transformed into fear whenever Jareid was within eyesight. And it was getting worse every day.
By the end of the week, Tygra was looking for an excuse to not be in his room at the usual hour. He didn’t want to face Jareid, and he felt ashamed of himself for it. Really, thinking it rationally, the minor injuries he had sustained had been a result of his fighting. If he could just swallow his pride, force himself to lie still, and just let the jaguar prince… use him… however he saw fit.
But that was the problem. He felt used. Like some pretty toy which only purpose was its owner’s amusement.
Tygra was very young. His limited sexual experience had certainly not included intercourse, much less a male companion, but he had heard and asked enough to know it hurt. And Jareid’s rough handling was only cementing that belief. He was scared. And on top of that he felt violated. He had had no illusions about any kind of caring from his future mate. After all, the only reason they were going to be mated was to honour a peace treaty between their clans. He had known he’d be denied any possibility of a loving companion the moment king Baal had stated his request for peace. Still, some little bit of consideration for his person would have been welcome.
The tiger was upset, and bitter. He didn’t want to mate. He didn’t want to be there. He wanted to return home, but he knew that it’d never be possible. He wanted to escape his future somehow, specially that night.
He was terrified of the night.
As the evening progressed, Tygra couldn’t help but think about what could be in store for him in his room. The previous night had been horrible. The tiger took a hand to his neck, massaging his throat and jaw in remembered pain. Jareid had forced him to his knees, and had demanded a blowjob from him. He had never done that, and the moment he had had Jareid’s erection pressing on his lips, he had refused. Jareid had forced a ring gag into his mouth, giving him no choice but to keep it open, and had technically oral-raped him. Later, he had put Tygra on the bed, and had “returned the favour.” It could have felt good, if not for the fact that Tygra had been terrified, and still fighting to breath normally.
A few tears escaped Tygra’s eyes and the teen rubbed them furiously. He wasn’t going to show his weakness to the rest of the world. He couldn’t bear that humiliation in addition to the many others that Jareid had been inflicting on him.
Bengali’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts for a moment.
“Prince Tygra. It’s time for dinner. You should be inside.”
The orange tiger sighed. He was still in the training courtyard, trying to drive himself into exhaustion so he would just stop thinking. He didn’t want to enter the dinning hall. His day had been blessedly free of Jareid, and he wanted to stretch it for as long as he could.
“I’m not really hungry Ben. I’m staying here just a little bit longer.”
Bengali looked at him worriedly. He knew how hard it was for the teen to deal with prince Jareid. Besides, the jaguar wasn’t making it any easier with his attitude.
Bengali had tried to talk with the cat, but the last had refused to see reason and give the young tiger some space. He was acting as if Tygra was already his and completely used to him. He couldn’t see how much harm he was doing to the young cat. He insisted on treating the teen as he would an adult who enjoyed the same twisted games that him. He wasn’t taking into account that Tygra had barely left childhood, and was in no way emotionally equipped to deal with the trauma of loosing his home while being subjected to Jareid’s demanding sexual needs.
Bengali wanted to hit his foolish prince on the head until he could make him understand that he couldn’t treat Tygra like an object. He was sure that the teen wasn’t telling him everything that Jareid did to him. For example, Tygra had not yet talked about the previous night, and he was evidently delaying going into the castle for as long as he could. On top of that, Bengali had caught on that the younger tiger scratched his arms, rather vigorously, at odd moments, apparently without noticing it. He had asked Lion-O if his brother had had that particular habit in Thundera, and the kit had answered in the negative. The white tiger was starting to get really worried. He would approach the king on the matter, because prince or no prince Jareid had no right to do just whatever he wanted to Tygra. The teen was to be his mate, not a pet or an exotic decoration!
Tygra noticed the older tiger’s reluctance to leave him alone, and sighed.
“I’m fine Ben. I’m not going to die of starvation because I missed a dinner. Please make sure that Lion-O goes to sleep?”
Even when Lion-O had his own personal guardian, Tygra felt much better knowing that the white tiger also looked out for his little brother. Xiao had other tasks around the palace, but apparently Bengali’s sole duty was to look after the Thunderian princes’ needs. The servant gave his own suffering sigh, and left after making Tygra promise that he’d not be out the entire night. The orange tiger looked at his new friend’s retreating back, knowing that the cat would come looking for him again in he wasn’t in his room at a decent hour.
Tygra sighed again and started going through the motions of defence and attack with a staff, which he had been previously practicing. He missed his whip. He was planning on asking his trainer if it could be considered an appropriate weapon for a Hunter.
He didn’t notice the pass of time. The lights on the courtyard turned on, so he continued to have good visibility. It wasn’t until the deep voice, of the very jaguar he didn’t want to see, interrupted him that he paused.
“A bit late for training, isn’t it little prince?”
Tygra turned around, staff up in a defensive position, to be face to face with Jareid. The cat was looking at him like he was considering eating him.
“You weren’t there for dinner.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not really hungry.”
“And you weren’t in your room.”
“I didn’t know I had a curfew.”
He didn’t put the staff down, not even when Jareid started to get closer to him. He gave a step back and growled, trying to maintain a safe distance between the two. Jareid eyed the staff and a devious smirk graced his face. Tygra gulped and backed another step.
“Good stance handsome. But do you really want to provoke me?”
No. He really didn’t want to. What he wanted was to drive the jaguar away. Stop him from touching him, from being even close to him. His blood was pumping in his temples and he couldn’t answer. A low growl vibrated in his chest, and Jareid’s eyes glowed.
“Put the weapon down little tiger, before you get hurt.”
That irked his pride. How dare the bastard? Tygra hissed in unconscious warning, feeling the fur on the back on his neck and arms rise. Jareid’s eyes hardened, and the inflection of his voice changed from patronizing to one of command.
“Come with me Tygra. Now.”
Tygra shook his head. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing. He only knew that in no way he was going anywhere with the jaguar willingly. At the moment, his fear and common sense had been drowned by pent up anger and adrenaline. He growled in challenge, and Jareid growled back. The big cat did the first move, trying to grab his staff. Tygra dodged cleanly, and attacked, immersed suddenly in the comfortable rhythm of a fight.
Jareid was surprised that the boy could move so well. He growled again and fell into fighting style. The tiger was getting under his skin. He had dared to actually deny him! Evidently he was in need of a lesson.
Tygra was able to stop the first few movements of his attacker. He was a good student, and he could have been a superb warrior. But he was just learning to handle the weapon he was using. Jareid quickly found an opening, and with a well placed kick to the teen’s ribs he sent him to crash on one of the weapon racks.
Tygra was disoriented for a moment. Then he caught sight of a training sword, and he took it. He pulled himself to his feet and reassumed his fighting stance, the more familiar weapon steady in his grip. He could do this. He had trained with Grune, for Jaga’s sake! The grizzled veteran had never been easy on his charges. He was ready for anything Jareid could throw at him.
Jareid lifted an eyebrow, a half-amused, half-annoyed expression on his face. The brat was still defying him? He had some guts.
The jaguar took a training sword himself, and charged. This time it was not as easy to get past Tygra’s guard. The boy knew how to use the sword, and met Jareid’s attack thrust by thrust. The older cat’s excitement grew and soon was using his entire force behind his attacks. He was the stronger of the two, but Tygra had his natural agility on his part. He was giving Jareid a run for his money, and actually managed to land a hit or two when the jaguar felt too cocky. But he was still too young to last long in a combat with an adult cat, even one that was not yet at his full growth. After some minutes of clashing swords full force with his opponent, his arms started to complain. Jareid didn’t allow him any respite. He continued pushing Tygra to his limits, driving the teen backwards, until he tripped with the discarded staff.
The tiger lost his balance momentarily, and Jareid took his chance to kick Tygra’s legs from under him, and send him to the floor. The teen tried to turn around and stand, but a hard blow to his right wrist made him scream and let go of the sword. Jareid took hold of his ankle and pulled, dragging him along the courtyard for a good five meters before grabbing the scruff of his neck and lifting him.
Before Tygra knew what was happening, he was thrown face down over a bench. His hands grabbed the end of the stone bench automatically to prevent himself from falling all the way to the floor again. Rough hands were on him and forced his pants down, then grabbed his hips and lifted his behind. Tygra barely had time to panic before pain coursed through him.
He screamed loudly as Jareid forced his entire length inside of him in two powerful thrusts. He half-heard the growl of triumph of the jaguar before the last started moving, driving his erection hard and fast into the teen’s body repeatedly.
Tygra opened his mouth in a silent scream. He couldn’t breath. Never before had he felt such pain. The smell of blood made him want to gag. He emitted a painful, distressed sound and bit his lower lip, holding onto the bench for dear life and hurting his claws in the process. Jareid doubled over and bit his neck possessively while increasing the rhythm and violence of his thrusts. A long wail escaped Tygra’s clenched mouth and he tasted blood from his pierced lip. Jareid was going to tear him apart from the inside out.
‘Great Thunder, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Please, please make him stop, please…’
He could only plead in his head, since he knew that his begging would fell in deaf ears. Tears were running freely down his cheeks, and his vision was starting to fade.
It was a lifetime until finally Jareid released deep within Tygra’s bowels. The young tiger didn’t even feel it. He was going numb from the waist down, which was probably the only relief he had. He could feel Jareid’s laboured breath right behind his ear.
“So tight… so delicious, my little tiger… next time, we could try to get to the bed.”
Tygra sunk his teeth in his own arm to prevent himself from screaming, as Jareid pulled out of him. The pain returned with a vengeance, and the teen’s sobs shook his entire body. He didn’t have the strength to put on a fight when Jareid lifted him and carried him inside the palace. His only act of resistance was to wriggle a little when he felt the jaguar’s arms around him. Jareid had to tighten his hold to remind him who was in charge, and Tygra stayed still the entire way to his room.
He remained passive as he was laid on the bed, and Jareid licked his neck and face. The jaguar had the decency to clean him and changed his clothes for pyjamas. Tygra never noticed. His mind had shut down, and had retreated into itself. He simply was not processing whatever was happening around him. He lied for long moments with his eyes open, but unseeing. Not even aware that he had been left alone.
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Jareid had been fairly impressed, if also more than a bit annoyed, at Tygra’s fighting skills. The boy had potential. Surely that was what his father had seen when he had proposed the tiger to be trained. He’d be a valuable part of their forces.
The jaguar had enjoyed winning, and much more the satisfying fuck after it. Granted, it was not how he had planned to take the boy for the first time. He had been actually thinking to let the tiger get used to his touch first, make it pleasurable for him. It had been partly Bengali’s idea. The white tiger had been insisting that he should be more considerate towards his young fiancé. Jareid had lost count of the times that Bengali had told him that a bit of tenderness was not going to kill him. Even when the jaguar really believed that such delicate treatment was ridiculous, -- they both were males for the gods’ sake -- he had accepted that Tygra was still a boy, and maybe would require some patience from him.
But the truth was that he had lost himself in the exhilaration of the fight. The little tiger was so enticing, full of anger and determination. Suddenly, it had become imperative for Jareid to state his dominance over the younger cat, to claim him as his. It had been purely instinctual, but nonetheless delicious. Tygra had been too tight around him, it had caused a bit of pain, but the pleasure had been worth it. He had been so focused on his own satisfaction that he hadn’t noticed he had hurt the boy. It wasn’t until he had lied Tygra down, and started to kiss and groom him, more than ready to have another go, that the smell of blood registered in his brain. With it came the realization that the teen wasn’t moving. Tygra’s sobs were still shaking his torso once in a while, tears still ran down his cheeks, but he was unnaturally silent.
Curious, Jareid looked directly into the young tiger’s eyes. Brown, glazed eyes that were open, but definitely unseeing.
The jaguar checked his betrothed’s entire body. He had many bruises, caused by both the fight and Jareid taking him over a stone bench. The important injury though was internal. Tygra was bleeding, not exaggeratedly but still bleeding. Jareid frowned, unsure of how to proceed. Surely he had not hurt the teen that much?
He went to the bathroom, and procured himself a wet towel. Then, he got Tygra out of his clothes, and cleaned him thoroughly. The tiger still wouldn’t make a sound, or even move. Jareid took his time, debating if he should call Bengali. The white tiger would be able to tell him how badly was Tygra injured. Then he decided he’d wait ‘till morning. The bleeding had apparently stopped, and Tygra would have the night to rest and assess how much he was hurting afterwards. Jareid didn’t think it was serious. He felt that he had dealt enough with the young tiger to know that the boy wasn’t as delicate as Bengali believed. He’d cope with whatever pain Jareid had unwisely caused and move on.
One thing stood to his attention though. Tygra’s arms were significantly more bruised than the rest of him, and Jareid was sure that he had not caused the claw marks along the tiger’s slim arms. Perhaps that had been the one thing he had been careful about, he had consciously retracted his claws every time he grabbed the teen by the arms. The only places that should have Jareid’s claws’ marks were the boy’s neck and hips. And certainly not slashes, there should be only punctures. Additionally, there were some bites, one of them fresh. Tygra should have bit himself while Jareid was claiming him in order to keep silent. That led Jareid to believe that the claw marks had also been self-inflicted. He’d report that to Bengali.
For the moment, he redressed Tygra in a set of pyjamas, and tucked him comfortably in the covers. The boy’s eyes were still open, but he remained unresponsive. Jareid really didn’t know what to do of that, so he let the tiger be.
He kissed the youth’s head possessively before going.
“Get some sleep my little tiger. Tomorrow you’d feel much better.”
He got out of the room quietly, but he had just started his way to his own sleeping quarters when he found himself face to face with Bengali. The white tiger was apparently in his own quest to make sure that Tygra had returned to his room. Jareid gave him his cocky smile at once.
“Prince Jareid. I see you’re coming out from your betrothed’s bedroom.”
The tiger was scowling disapprovingly at him. The loyal servant had always made his displeasure at Jareid’s night activities clear. The jaguar rolled his eyes. How inappropriate could it be that he visited his fiancé? The boy was as good as mated to him anyway. Besides, the family had made sure to tell him that he should be spending quality time with the Thunderian prince. Granted, maybe his father had not had the kind of quality time that Jareid preferred in mind, but the message was in essence the same.
“Yes Bengali. Tygra is sleeping now, he needs the rest.”
Then he looked back at the teen’s door. Maybe it’d be wise to tell the white tiger. He was no healer, and really had no idea of the gravity of Tygra’s injuries. He was sure it wasn’t life threatening, but perhaps an assessment by an expert would be best.
Bengali’s frown deepened. Was that worry in the prince’s face? That couldn’t be good. The next words uttered by the jaguar put the tiger more at edge.
“Listen, I do need you to check him out. First thing tomorrow. Just to make sure.”
“To make sure of what? What happened?” Bengali had a very bad feeling. Jareid looked embarrassed for a moment, and that alone was enough to send the tiger into near panic.
“I might just have miscalculated my own force. But I’m sure it’s nothing serious.”
Oh, dear celestial gods. That wasn’t something Bengali had wanted to hear. Now he was completely worried.
“Jareid, what did you do?”
The jaguar shrugged, and Bengali noticed that he was pointedly looking the other way.
“He was training, I dropped by. He challenged me. We fought. I won, and well, I couldn’t resist. I just had to claim him right there.”
Bengali was speechless. Tygra had been so not ready for that!
“You… You what? Jareid how could you?! I told you to slow down! Tygra was already scared enough, I told you to be more considerate!”
“Hey! I am within my rights to do whatever I want! He’s mine Bengali!”
“He’s not a bloody thing! Can’t you understand that? He was not ready! And I know you well enough to be sure that you hurt him badly!”
“I didn’t…! Look, I might have gotten carried away, but he’s not about to die! He’s not bleeding anymore!”
“Not blee…!? You self-righteous bastard!”
Bengali pushed Jareid out of the way and hurried to the younger prince’s room. As soon as he entered, he smelled the air. There was a slight odour of blood, barely distinguishable but still there. Bengali growled and approached the bed. Tygra was lying on his side, Bengali turned on the lights to see him better.
“Prince Tygra? Do you hear me? Tygra?”
The youth was not responding. Bengali checked his vitals quickly, and decided that Tygra was in shock. Not surprising. He couldn’t even imagine what could have happened. He put the covers to the side, and started a quick check up. A small dark spot on Tygra’s pyjama bottoms confirmed his suspicions that, in spite of Jareid’s assurances, the young cat was still bleeding. Thankfully it wasn’t a lot of blood, but he’d had to do a conscious check up to be sure.
First, he went to the bathroom to get the medicines, and other necessities that he had left there to help Tygra with his bruises. He’d need to disinfect the wounds and maybe give the teen a strong painkiller. Then he returned at the youth’s side, noticing that Jareid had entered the room, and was looking at the proceedings with interest and maybe just the slight hint of worry.
He moved Tygra’s body, so the teen was on his stomach, and pulled the bottoms down. Evidently, Jareid had taken the care to clean the young cat. That at least was something. Bengali pulled Tygra’s ass cheeks apart and began a very intimate examination.
There was more blood. The white tiger frowned, and cleaned Tygra as much as he could with a wet cloth. He’d need to feel. He opened a bottle of special ointment and coated his fingers in it. He had put that particular bottle in the bathroom hoping against hope that he’d never get to use it. He shook his head and sighed, carefully inserting a finger inside the boy. Tygra whimpered quietly, but remained still. Bengali inserted another finger, trying to get into the youth’s channel as much ointment as possible. He moved his digits around, feeling, and not liking it at all. Tygra started to sob, and new tears filled his eyes. After a few moments, Bengali retired his fingers and covered Tygra with his pyjamas again. With a serious face, he stood up and started to lift the teen. Jareid almost jumped on him.
“Wait, Bengali. What are you doing?”
“He needs stitches. I can’t tend to him here. I’m taking him to the healing wing.”
“Stitches? Are you serious?”
If Bengali didn’t know better he’d say that his prince was afraid. He huffed at the other cat while he secured Tygra in his arms.
“Yes Jareid, stitches. The wounds you inflicted are in fact that severe, and it’s going to be very painful for him for the next couple of days.”
Jareid felt the blood draining from his face. He’d never thought he could have hurt his young tiger that seriously. Bengali gave a couple of steps in the door’s direction, and Jareid intercepted him.
“Give him to me. I’ll carry him.”
Bengali steeped back, and almost growled. He stopped himself in time, and contented himself with glaring at the jaguar.
“No Jareid. I think you’d done enough. He needs to recover. And it’d be better if you’re not around for him to do it.”
He sidestepped the baffled jaguar, and took Tygra out of the room. Jareid looked in concern at the retreating form, feeling for the first time in years ashamed of himself.
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