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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.

Author notes:
Well ScarletRibbons, here it is, more. It may take some time, but I’m planning on seeing this to the end.

CHAPTER 04. GOSSIP.

Tygra moved his arm and sent his whip up and around a strong looking branch. He pulled with force to check that he had a good hold on it, and started to climb, using only his arms to pull himself up along the whip.
He arrived to his destiny and looked around for a higher branch. He continued to climb as fast as he could, and careful to not do any noise. He managed to reach the top of the tree, and surveyed his surroundings.
The jungle’s vegetation was thick, but from where he stood Tygra was able to see a good 10 meters beyond, with some difficulty. He spotted a vibrant piece of red somewhere to the northwest, and made his way there through the trees. He hoped that it was his target this time, and not another bloody flower.
He had healed entirely from his injury after a month, and had returned to his pre-established routine as soon as Bengali had said it was ok for him to do so. Tygra had lost no time in rejoining his training, and was quickly becoming one of the best trainees.
Just as it had been at home.
Tygra stopped at a tree that hid him quite nicely from possible bystanders, and huffed in annoyance. It was a bloody flower, but some meters beyond it he could see a clearing among the vegetation, and in the middle of it was his target. This time for real.
He could see no one close by, so he allowed himself a little respite while he pondered what to do.
Four months. He and Lion-O had been in Ix-Maal for exactly four months. The first one had been true hell for Tygra, but later… He supposed he was getting used to his new life. He was adapting. He supposed it was for the best. He’d never return home anyway, so his mind was looking for the best way to survive.
The training had been a blessing. Hard physical activity and exercise in the wild, still strange for him, jungle. As a hunter he must learn to move expertly in the jungle. That required all his concentration and ability. Barely any time left to think or to remember.
Tygra moved as quietly as he could to another tree. He sniffed the air a couple of times, and crouched behind the branches, trying to camouflage himself entirely. The other trainees had thought when they had first seen him, that his orange colour would be a dead give away. They hadn’t been counting on his stripped pattern, that helped him to meld into his surroundings.
In the time he had been living there, he had started to meet more cats, and even made a few acquaintances. He had also heard gossip and rumours. He had realized that there was a lot of speculation about him, and the way Jareid treated him. Some cats had even been bold enough to ask him directly how was Jareid’s performance in bed, and what had happened for him to get banned from training for almost four weeks.
Tygra had never answered such questions. That was private for the spirit’s sake! So, the rumours continued making their way to his ears. Some of them were truly annoying.
Tygra had felt embarrassed when he had discovered a couple of the court’s “ladies” discussing his sex-life. Really! Some cats had absolutely no shame! And Tygra had truly despaired to know that apparently Jareid was one of those cats.
Oh, there was plenty of gossip going around about Jareid. And for Tygra’s annoyance, it seemed that some jaguars had made their mission in life to make him listen to every bit of it, especially the sex parts. Tygra hated it. What use would it be for him to know how many sex-partners Jareid had had? He didn’t want to know that! Neither was he interested in knowing the specifics of what he did to them in bed! He already had plenty of Jareid’s sexual behaviour for himself, thank you very much!
But some cats were just stubborn, and soon Tygra had had an unwelcome and very clear picture of Jareid’s reputation amongst the Jaguar Clan. It seemed that Bengali’s definition of “sexually aggressive cat” was just the point of the iceberg. Jareid was a satyr. If Tygra had ever met someone truly addicted to sex, it was Jareid. And every bit of that addiction was currently focused on the young tiger!
Tygra had also realized that it was precisely that last fact what had some of the jaguars at the court in such a fit. He had been shocked to know that some cats were actually jealous of him! Some cats were just mad, he had decided.
He was getting tired of listening tales about how Jareid was such a magnificent lover, along others that said how much of a bastard he was. Tygra knew that already! He knew how demanding Jareid was, and how violent he could get sometimes. He didn’t need to listen to other cats wondering about how Jareid was using his “new toy”; how bad was he trashing the tiger; how many bruises and wounds was he sporting already; how long would it take before he ended in the healer’s wing; or how long would it be before Jareid tired of him!
Tygra was sick of it. If they wanted Jareid, they could very well have him! Maybe then he would have some peace!
But as much as he hated to admit it, the gossip was getting to him more than it should. One of the female jaguars of the court had just recently confronted him, and had told him bluntly that he wasn’t good enough for Jareid. He was just a skinny kit with absolutely no idea about how to please a cat of Jareid’s tastes. She had told him haughtily that their prince deserved better, and that when he tired of his toy, she’d be ready for him.
Well, good luck on that… bitch.
In reality, as much as he hated it, Tygra had to admit to himself that Jareid was an expert in having sex. The cat certainly knew how to touch and arouse a partner. As for Tygra’s painfully obvious inexperience, Jareid didn’t seem to care. He hadn’t shown any signs of getting tired of his… “toy.” He had been in Tygra’s room every single night, always leaving the young tiger exhausted and deeply asleep. It didn’t seem to matter that Tygra didn’t know how to “please” his partner. Jareid seemed happy to do all the work, and was actually teaching Tygra what to do.
And the most embarrassing part was that the young teen was starting to actually enjoy it. His body was getting used to Jareid’s touch, to be aroused with the jaguar’s ministrations. As disgusted as he still was with the whole concept of being submitted to another male in that way, he was starting to just give in to it. It helped that Jareid had been true to his word and was actually been gentler with him. Somehow that made Tygra feel worse. There should be something seriously wrong with him, or maybe he just was finally going insane.
Tygra groaned and bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. He shouldn’t be thinking about Jareid and his sexual abilities! He should be focusing on the exercise!
He bit himself again and looked at the target. The pain helped him to focus and calculate his next move.
It was his new technique to keep in touch with reality. He was not allowed to scratch, cut, pinch or bit himself in any part of his anatomy. Bengali was being ruthless about that, and Tygra was sure that the white tiger had instructed Jareid to check his entire body daily. So, he had had to get inventive. He couldn’t do any marks where someone could see them, but no one saw the inside of his mouth. The only one who could possibly notice his gashes was Jareid, and so far he hadn’t mentioned anything about them. Nevertheless, Tygra was careful to do small bites and he preferred to do it in the area just in front of his lower incisors.
He got as close as he could to the target, a red flag, without leaving the cover of the tree branches. He knew that there must be someone guarding it. He just had to be fast and get there before he was noticed.
He jumped to the ground quietly, and moved around trying to disturb the plants as little as possible. He had his whip in his grip. He knew that the stones at the end of it could be used to make himself invisible, but he had not yet mastered that function. Besides, the jaguars had special suits that produced the same effect, but they were not using them. As it was, they were only wearing black shorts. The whole point of the exercise was to practice stealth and camouflage without any technological help. That included his whip. Their trainer didn’t want his hunters to rely too much on technology. He wanted them to know what to do if they couldn’t count on their gadgets for whatever reason.
Tygra was barely five meters away from the target, and apparently he had yet to be discovered. He could make a run for it.
Suddenly, he heard a noise at his right. Out of nowhere, a piece of wood was released and sped in an arch right towards Tygra. The tiger fell flat on his stomach against the ground. The big log past close to him and impacted in a nearby tree. There was a yelp, and one of his teammates fell to the ground. Two of the more advanced trainees fell on him and subdued him quickly. No one had seen Tygra yet.
“Just one more to go!”
“I don’t think he’d even get this far.”
“We’d wait a few more minutes and then search for him.”
So, Tygra was alone. He was so close to the target, he could reach it in a few seconds if he took a sprint. But the others were closer to him than he was to the flag. They’d reach him first.
Tygra thought about what to do. He’d have only a fraction of a second to make a start, and then the moment of surprise would be lost and he’d have both jaguars over him. He had to have the flag on his hands before anyone touched him.
What to do? He couldn’t afford to wait too long. If they hid again, he’d have no idea where the attack would be coming from. And there also were the traps to take into account. His hands tightened into fists, and he remembered his whip. He looked carefully at the terrain and the distance that separated him from the flag. Yeah, it could work. He just had to be very fast.
He crawled forwards just a bit and got ready. Just when the two trainees lifted his teammate to get him out of the way, he stood up, gave only a step forward and sent his whip towards the flag.
A set of darts zoomed past in front of him, right across the path he would have had to follow if he had run. He pulled the captured flag to himself and caught it just as one of the older trainees tackled him.
Both cats fell to the ground noisily. It took some struggling before the jaguar realized that Tygra had the flag.
“Damn!”
“Hey Idhao! Did you get him?”
“He has the flag!”
“Shit!”
There was noise around them, and Idhao helped Tygra to get on his feet. They were surrounded by the entire group. About six trainees that were at Tygra’s level, four advanced, two newly promoted hunters, and their trainer. The adult jaguar looked approvingly at the most recent addition to his group.
“Well done Tygra. Good thinking.”
“Thank you sir.”
“The rest of you should be ashamed of yourselves! Twelve laps to the courtyard at full speed when we get back!”
There was a chorus of ‘Yes sir’ and the group started back to the palace.
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Tygra took a quick shower in the barracks that were on one of the courtyards. They were used by some of the soldiers and the training warriors, and the showers were open to anyone who wanted to have a soak after the training.
It was evening already, and Tygra still had reading to do before dinner. He got out of the stalls, drying himself and looking for his clothes. While he was dressing, he heard voices coming from the other side of the showers. He distinctly heard his name being mentioned and he groaned inwardly. He couldn’t help but to eavesdrop what was being said.
“Hard to believe he’s actually hunter material!”
“Yeah, he certainly doesn’t look like too much. But he really surprises me. I’d have thought that he wouldn’t keep healthy for long with Jareid’s treatment.”
“Ha! I hardly think he’s all healthy and uninjured. I think the shaman’s are doing their work very well.”
“Oh please! Like Jareid would really waste his time with the likes of him! Our prince has certain tastes. The boy would never be able to keep up with him!”
“Do you really think he has not touch him Mao? He’s going to be the prince’s mate.”
“Yeah, and Jareid is the type to taste the goods beforehand!”
There were laughs and a derisive scoff.
“He’d be his mate in name only. Do you really think our prince would ever be satisfied with a scrawny kit?”
“Well, it’s true that Jareid is very demanding.”
“The cat’s a bastard! Mao’s right, the kit would never be enough to satisfy his urges.”
“Of course not! You’d see. He’d set the kit aside as soon as the official ceremony is over.”
“Wonder how many consorts our esteemed prince is going to require.”
“Ha! That’s irrelevant. I’m only interested that I’d be one of them.”
“I wouldn’t count on it Mao, after all he had not look for you in months!”
Tygra gritted his teeth and stopped listening. It was not the first time he had overheard that Mao talking about him and Jareid. One of his favourite topics seemed to be how he was going to be Jareid’s lover and keep Tygra as a sex-toy if the prince really wanted to.
The young tiger walked back to the palace main building. He was seething and wondering why the warriors’ talk upset him so much.
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Tygra sat on the railing of his balcony, looking morosely at the garden below him. It was night already, but outside of his room it was not cold. He couldn’t take off his mind the talk he had heard, and many other things he now knew about Jareid.
He was angry at the fact that it bothered him so much. So what if Jareid wasn’t satisfied with him? The cat could go and bed the entire clan if he wanted! Tygra would be happy if the jaguar decided to satiate his sexual needs elsewhere!
He sighed. Perhaps the cross of the problem was that no one had ever told him that he wasn’t good enough for something. Except for the crown.
A rueful smile graced Tygra’s face. Of course, he’d never be good enough to be king.
He was well down the road to depression when he heard footsteps. He had his back to the door, but the presence behind him was unmistakable. He sighed in resignation as Jareid’s arms surrounded his waist and he was pressed against a firm chest.
“Enjoying the night my little tiger?”
“It’s nice.”
Jareid nipped his neck and ear. The jaguar’s hands were already under his shirt, caressing his flanks and stomach.
“I heard that you were the top of your group today. That’s my tiger.”
“I-I… ah… it was only an exercise… nngh…”
Jareid’s hands were already making him lose focus. He squirmed a bit. Jareid made him turn around and kissed his mouth possessively. Then he grabbed his buttocks and lifted him from the railing. Tygra yelped and held onto Jareid’s arms.
“Come my tiger. It’s time I introduce you to a bit of bondage.”
“To… to what?”
Tygra felt the familiar panic that filled him every time Jareid wanted to teach him something. The jaguar had not penetrated him again since their fight, but the dominant fuck he had been subjected to was still burned in his mind. Jareid had promised that he’d enjoy the next time, but Tygra was in no hurry for that to happen.
Jareid put him down beside the bed, and closed the balcony’s door and the curtains.
“Get out of those clothes Tygra, and get on the bed.”
Tygra obeyed with trembling hands. He loathed himself for doing this, for submitting so easily to Jareid’s demands. What would his father think of him if he knew?
Probably that better him than Lion-O.
Tygra bit the inside of his lip and tried not to think. He climbed on the bed and folded his legs against his chest. He was too self-conscious of his nakedness, and tried to not see Jareid as the older cat got rid of his own clothes.
Too soon, a pair of hands were over his shoulders. Tygra gave a sharp intake of breath as Jareid worked on his back muscles.
“Don’t be stubborn my tiger. You know you like this.”
Tygra wouldn’t say that he liked having sex with Jareid. But his body was already responding, and it was useless to deny that the jaguar’s hands did feel pleasant.
Tygra started to relax. Jareid made him lie down and pulled his hands over his head. Before Tygra realized what was happening his wrists were tied together to the headboard. The teen started to panic when he realized he couldn’t move his arms.
“W-what? Jareid!”
“Ssht. Just relax. You’re with me.”
“That’s what worries me you bastard!”
Jareid chuckled. Tygra still had quite the temper. And he still fought Jareid’s touch from time to time. The jaguar was fond of those little bursts of rebellion. His tiger was not used to submit, and it was taxing him to have to do it. But submit he will, only to Jareid.
He kissed the youth’s mouth, while his hands wandered along the stripped body. He knew every single spot that made the tiger lose himself, and he could force his young partner to relax and moan in pleasure whenever he wanted. He worked the back of Tygra’s head to his advantage and the tiger gasped and moaned at the attention, allowing him to completely take possession of his mouth.
Jareid ran his tongue around the tiger’s oral cavity, feeling the insides for any new wounds. Tygra’s tongue battled his, trying to keep him away from the fleshy walls. Still, Jareid could taste the distinct flavour of blood. He sighed inwardly. He had not mentioned anything to Bengali because he thought that Tygra was dealing with his anguish as best as he could. The biting seemed to help him, despite what Bengali had to say. He’d report it if the tiger managed to do a severe wound, but he doubted it.
Still, he knew that his tiger needed to learn another way to deal with his anxiousness. One that didn’t include hurting himself. He decided to think more about it later. For the moment, he had a delectable body trembling under him that required his undivided attention.
He produced a ball gag. As soon as he ended the kiss, and before Tygra had time to complain, he pressed the sides of the boy’s jaw to keep the mouth open, and forced the rubber ball gag in it. He secured the gag quickly, and looked at Tygra’s indignant eyes glaring at him. He smirked.
“That is for you to have something to bite other than your tongue. You can suck on it.”
“Nnnnghh!!”
Tygra tried to move away, but Jareid captured his legs and tied his ankles to the end of the bed, leaving him open and vulnerable. Tygra was starting to sweat in fear.
“Now, I told you, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ll take care of you.”
He got out a piece of black cloth and started to put it over Tygra’s eyes, evidently his purpose was to blindfold him. Tygra’s eyes widened and he shook his head in denial. Jareid stopped him with a bite to his neck.
“Stay still Tygra. Close your eyes, I know what I’m doing.”
He secured the blindfold, not too tight but enough so Tygra couldn’t throw it off. The teen was breathing heavily by then. He couldn’t move, and couldn’t call for help. He was truly helpless. Jareid started to run his hands over the shivering body, teasing and soothing at the same time.
“Sshh. It’s ok. Just relax. You’d like it.”
Tygra vowed to kill Jareid. Somehow he was going to find the way to kill him and dispose of the body. The bastard!
The tiger pulled on his bonds, but even when they didn’t feel too tight they didn’t give. Jareid started to touch him and suck on his nipples. Tygra sucked on the gag. It was as if he could feel better. Every one of Jareid’s moves felt stronger. The teen whimpered and tried to protest, but the gag prevented him of making intelligible sounds.
Jareid played with his mate’s body for a while, noticing that the teen was getting aroused despite his protests. He sucked and bit delicately the tender thighs, barely brushing the boy’s privates. He liked the smell of his tiger, and the shivering he was provoking. He ran his tongue along the semi-erect cock of his mate, and enjoyed the gasp that escaped the gagged prince. He continued his ministrations to the tiger’s member, sucking and licking until it was fully erect. One of his fingers started to massage Tygra’s entrance. He had previously coated his fingers with lube, so he won’t hurt his mate.
Tygra groaned when Jareid inserted his finger inside him. He knew the ritual by then. Jareid would tease him mercilessly, making him beg for release, until the jaguar was satisfied with his pleads. Only now that he was gagged and tied to the bed, Tygra had no way to beg. He shuddered to think about how long Jareid could keep toying with him. Soon a second and a third finger joined the first.
The jaguar quickly found the tiger’s prostate, and stimulated it at the same time he was sucking the shaft. Tygra attempted to move his hips, but Jareid stopped him with his free hand. The teen’s moans were very audible behind the gag. Just when the boy was about to explode, Jareid put a cock ring on him. The growl of frustration and indignation that Tygra gave made him chuckle.
“There, there. I don’t want you to finish early, precious.”
He definitely was going to die.
Tygra was going crazy. Jareid was moving his fingers in circles, and opening and closing them inside him. The hot mouth was engulfing his erection again. He could feel teeth brushing against his length, not biting, but teasing. The jaguar even licked his balls from time to time. Tygra was sweating and moaning helplessly, wishing he could at least move.
Quite abruptly the fingers were gone, as well as Jareid’s mouth. Tygra made a desperate noise behind the gag. Jareid couldn’t leave him like that! He wriggled in his bonds, trying to get lose. The jaguar was over him in seconds.
“Easy, easy Tygra. I’m still here.”
The tiger made muffled sounds of protest, and Jareid’s hands were over his body again. The jaguar looked at his prey carefully. He liked to see Tygra helpless, at his mercy. But the position the tiger was in wasn’t very comfortable for what he wanted to do. He let go of Tygra’s ankles, and almost immediately grabbed the knees, preventing the teen from closing his legs and turn around. Tygra writhed and tried to free himself. Jareid held him tight and positioned himself between the tiger’s open thighs. His erection rubbed the boy’s buttocks, and then the tip found a rest at the recently prepared hole.
Tygra froze for a second. Then he shook his head, trying to cry out in denial. Jareid leaned over him, pining his body to the mattress and exposing his entrance even more. One hand held the back of his head.
“Stop Tygra! Stay still.”
Tygra sobbed while Jareid licked his neck and gave butterfly kisses to his face.
“It’s allright precious.”
Jareid grabbed the youth’s buttocks and pulled them apart. Tygra was tense. He’d hurt him if he forced his way in. One of the jaguar’s hands pressed a certain point on the Tiger’s lower back, and Tygra moaned, sending his head backwards. Jareid massaged the spot, forcing Tygra to relax. When he felt his tiger’s muscles go lax, he moved his hips and entered the boy.
Tygra cried out when he felt Jareid’s cock inside him. The jaguar was too big for him. Even prepared, it was painful. Jareid gave two powerful thrusts and was fully seated inside his mate. He remained immobile for some moments, enjoying the tightness of the young channel and waiting for Tygra to get used to his length. He licked the tiger’s jaw and tried to soothe him.
“It’s fine my little tiger. You’re ok. It doesn’t hurt.”
Tygra was taking deep breaths. Jareid’s hands started to stimulate his pleasure points again, and began to move.
Jareid took his erection out of the warm body almost entirely. He straightened and looked down, only to make sure that there was no blood. When he didn’t spot or smell any, he smiled and pushed inside the tight channel again. Tygra’s groans were getting louder. Jareid gave a few experimental thrusts until he found the right angle. Tygra moaned and his entire body trembled when Jareid brushed against his prostate. The jaguar smirked and started to establish a rhythm.
He fucked Tygra slowly, enjoying each thrust and the helpless moans that his mate couldn’t control. One of his hands returned to attend the tiger’s erection, happy to find it still at its full. He worked Tygra at time with his thrusts. Soon, the teen was growling and trying to move his hips in accord with him. Jareid increased the pace, thrusting into the young body hard and fast. He freed Tygra’s cock just moments before he released with force. The teen came too, with the loudest moan Jareid had heard from him. Both of them stayed still for long minutes, while they recovered from the shared orgasm.
Jareid put his breath under control, and then pulled out from Tygra. The teen moaned weakly and turned on his side. His wrists were released, and the blindfold and gag taken out. Jareid hugged the thin form and curled behind him, wanting to cuddle just for a little while.
Tygra lied in Jareid’s arms, trying to get his breath back. The jaguar kissed his head and right cheek, already aiming for his neck.
The tiger felt exhausted. Also, his mind was in turmoil. Everything that he had heard about himself and Jareid kept popping in his head without his permission. He started to bit the inside of his mouth again. Was he just a toy like everyone kept saying? At the moment he certainly felt like he was. Jareid’s toy.
He tried to ignore it. He tried to just close his eyes and sleep, but he couldn’t. Jareid was grooming him, cleaning his body with a wet cloth. He was a precious toy. A possession.
A lone tear escaped his eyes without him noticing. Jareid did, and licked it from his cheek.
“There, there. You’re not hurt. You’re like a drug Tygra. I couldn’t wait any longer to be inside you again. Was I too rough? I think you enjoyed it.”
Tygra nodded absently. What could he say? It was a bit painful, but pleasurable at the same time. He was still trembling from his orgasm. He was depressed for some ridiculous reason.
Jareid sucked on his neck, working on his mark. Then he noticed that Tygra looked sad.
“What’s the matter? What’s in your mind Tygra?”
A tiny sob made its way out of the youth’s chest. Tygra closed his eyes and sighed.
“What am I?”
Jareid frowned, not sure of what he had heard.
“I’m sorry?”
“What am I to you? Why are you doing this to me? I’m not Thundera’s heir. I’m just Claudus’ adopted son. I don’t understand what could you possibly find attractive in me. Why are you here, playing with me, every night?!”
Jareid moved and made Tygra turn around, so he was looking right into his eyes. He kissed him deeply, and then rubbed their noses together.
“Such a question. You are my mate, Tygra. Not officially yet, but I already claimed you. You are mine. Forget about Thundera, it doesn’t matter where you used to live or with whom. You live here now. With me. You stopped being Claudus’ son the moment he accepted to give you away to me.”
Tygra swallowed. He could clearly see the obsession in Jareid’s eyes. How the jaguar was seeing him? He didn’t know if he wanted to know.
“Doesn’t it bother you that I’m so young? That I’m a scrawny teen? I’m not exactly a good looking partner for a king.”
“You’re not going to be a teen forever. You’ll grow up Tygra. You’ll grow up into a handsome, strong male. My male. Then I’d have to keep other cats away from you.”
That actually made Tygra smile a bit. He sighed and turned his head to the side.
“I just… This wasn’t my choice. I feel like I’m some kind of exotic thing. I never wanted a male partner. I never even had thought about a partner at all! I wish I… I don’t know.”
Jareid kissed him again, tenderly this time. Then he hugged him tightly.
“You’re just confused. You’re not a thing Tygra, I’d never seen you like that. You’re my mate. Mine. We’re going to make a family together. The rest doesn’t matter. You’re staying with me forever.”
He said it with such conviction, that Tygra felt overwhelmed. He didn’t really know how that made him feel, so he only nodded and stayed quiet.
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Tygra was making his way towards the healer’s wing in search of Bengali. He knew the Shaman would go to find him to make sure he didn’t miss lunch, but he needed someone to talk. He had woken up with pain in his back and complaining intestines, but the muscle relaxant ointments had made wonders for him. And he wasn’t bleeding, he had checked.
He had walked funny the first steps in the morning, but had corrected that quickly. He didn’t want to give any indication that Jareid had shagged him the previous night.
He still was a bit stressed though. He didn’t know what to feel or who to believe. Jareid had changed his approach to him. True, he had never actually stopped to force Tygra into some form of sexual activity with him, but he had been more considerate. Wasn’t that what he had wanted when the entire nightmare had started? Some consideration?
Jareid actually seemed to care. So, what was his problem now? That there was no love? He knew beforehand it was going to be like that. And he wasn’t a bloody girl damn it! He had never dreamed of romance, or finding the one true love. When king Baal had sent him to his room in Thundera for the last time to pack, the best he had hoped for was someone he could talk to.
Jareid had been trying to know him better. They had been sharing some things about each other. The jaguar was following his training closely. They had even had some discussions about politics. Jareid could be a sex-maniac, but he had a sharp mind, and knew how to play his role as crown prince perfectly well. They had reached some form of agreement. A kind of relationship that Tygra thought he could live with. He only wished Jareid wasn’t so focused on sex.
He stopped before the door of the clinic and reclined his head to feel the cool surface. What was bothering him? The gossip? Every court had its fare share of scandals. He knew that. Perhaps it wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t so intimate. He had heard so many things about Jareid that he was not sure he’d ever really know the cat. How could he know if his mate was sincere with him? Why would it matter anyway?
He sighed in frustration and opened the door. He needed someone to talk to, and Bengali had always been there for him for his entire ordeal. He needed a friend, and the white tiger was the only one he had at the moment.
He entered the clinic and looked around for Ben. There was no one in sight, but the door to the study was open. Tygra could listen people talking. He approached the open door quietly. He didn’t want to interrupt if Ben was busy, so he sat in a chair beside the door, where no one would notice him. He’d wait ‘till Bengali was alone.
He recognized his friend’s voice, and his companion was a female. Tygra didn’t want to eavesdrop, but curiosity got the best of him and he started to pay attention to what was being said. He almost groaned loudly when he realized they were talking about Jareid. Really! Was there no other topic of conversation in the entire palace? Tygra was going mad!
But Bengali was not the type to engage in meaningless gossip. So, Tygra listened anyway. Maybe he could at last hear something worth it.
“Come on sis. I know you had a crush on Jareid when we were younger, but it was not to be.”
“It could have!” Said the girl petulantly. Tygra was surprised to learn that she was Bengali’s sister. “The prince shagged anything on two legs that crossed his path. He still does. And you know it!”
“And would you have wanted that? Just a quick shag? Jareid never took any one seriously Amira. He’d have dumped you the same as the others.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Oh, I’m fairly certain of that! Besides, if he had wanted to, he’d have done you anyway. Then you’d have realized that he’s not the prince charming you were dreaming about.”
“Or, he would have fallen in love with me!”
“Amira…”
“We’ll never know because you stuck your head where no one wanted you to!”
“Look, maybe I implied that if he wanted something with you, it’d better be serious or there was going to be a problem with me. But I never said you were out of bonds. Besides, Jareid had no reason to take me seriously. We were what? Seventeen?”
“I’m sure you did something else Bengali!”
“I swear on the spirits I didn’t. What could I have done? You know I was an apprentice then, and I can’t use any magic against the royal family.”
“Really? Then explain to me why I got refused when I showed in Jareid’s bedroom, entirely naked, for him to take?”
Bengali must have been drinking something, because Tygra heard coughing and spluttering. The teen made a supreme effort to not laugh.
“You did what?! Amira! Are you mad?!”
“I was crazy enough for him, and I wanted him to be my fist and only one…”
“Amiraaaa!!”
“But he turned me down! He smiled at me and told me that I was beautiful, but not really his type! He put me into some clothes and said that it would feel like fucking his own sister! What do you have to say about it?!”
There was a moment pause, and then Bengali answered more relaxed.
“I say that it was pretty decent of him.”
“Ben!”
“Look sis, you know that he would never have taken you seriously. I truly believe that he was incapable of that.”
“Was? Do you really believe that he’d just stop sleeping around just because he’d be mated?”
“Well, he has stopped so far.”
“Really?” There was honest curiosity in the girl’s voice. Tygra also found himself perking up his ears. “Are you sure of that Bengali? He had never gone more than a month with the same bed partner. Maybe he’s just being discreet for a change.”
Bengali laughed, and answered amusedly.
“That, my dear sis, is another thing Jareid is completely incapable of. Besides, even if by some miracle he truly had learned the fine art of discretion, you know that the court will never do. Whoever had he bedded would have already screamed it at the top of his or her lungs by now.”
“Maybe not if it’s not a noble, or someone from outside of the palace.”
“Maybe. But I don’t really think so.”
A pause, and then the girl spoke again. She sounded surprised.
“You’re saying that he’s being faithful to the boy? Is it Jareid you’re talking about?”
“Of course it is! And believe it or not, the king is very satisfied about it.”
“Really? The king?”
“Of course. It’s been months without anyone bothering him with his son’s sexual scandals. And he’s very pleased that no one of the nobles has had any reason to go to him demanding that Jareid be betrothed to their offspring. The queen is also very happy. She believes that her son is finally maturing. Though I still have my doubts about that.”
“Weeell… It’s certainly a change. Maybe it’s just the novelty. There’s no more tigers around, and if I remember correctly, you punched him in the face the one and only time he insinuated himself to you. Dad almost had a heart attack!”
Bengali chuckled, and Tygra was trying hard not to do the same. He didn’t want to be discovered.
“He was only joking. He returned the punch right away. And I don’t know about the novelty thing. He has been acting different.”
“How so?”
“Well, he worries about Tygra’s health, and lately he has taken upon himself to inquire about what Tygra likes. He questioned Lion-O about that.”
Tygra almost let a gasp escape him. When had that happen?
“The little lion was very enthusiastic, and told him everything Tygra had preferred from when they were cubs to now. Jareid was very amused.”
Ooooh, his brother was going to die! How dare him?!
“He’s also trying to be romantic. He’s not giving Tygra gifts, or flowers, he’s sure that Tygra wouldn’t appreciate that. But he had arranged dinner or lunch for just the two of them on occasion, and he’s taking him to walk around the palace. I think he shown Tygra the stables the other day.”
That was true. Tygra had been fascinated with how big the stables were. He had thought that ridding was out of the question in the jungle, but there was a huge field for practice. Jareid had said that it was one of the king’s little pleasures. Bengali’s sister was chuckling.
“My, it seems that our prince is finally smitten with someone! Do you think it’d last?”
“I hope so. It’s doing Tygra a lot of good. He’s not so anguished any more. He’s adapting, and having an easier time coping with Jareid’s personality. I’m hopeful that he’d be able to be happy. Now, if only Jareid could have more control over his sexual behaviour…”
“Oh, brother! That’s asking for too much! But it seems that Jareid turned out to be a decent mate. And he could have been mine!”
“Amiraaaa!!!”
Tygra left the clinic. It was clear that the siblings would engage into some rather pointless discussion. He’d talk with Bengali later. It was odd, but he was actually feeling a bit better.
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