Confessions

Confessions
part three

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Babus: Oh, how monstrous . . . *shakes his head in distress* What will happen now?
Judge: Comment ignored. Proceeding to story.

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I couldn't sleep. My mind was filled with fitful visions and dreams. But little did I know that Prince Mewt felt the same way I did . . . and if I had known, I would have walked out of that room myself . . .

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" . . . Babus . . . ?"

"Sh, Dad, he's trying to sleep."

"Who could have done this to him?"

"I don't know, but whoever it is, I want them sent to prison with no parole." Mewt's hand gently stroked the stitches in the end of Babus' ear, healing and slicked with a slight layer of blood. Under his hand Babus turned in his sleep, whimpering.

"No . . . no, please . . . don't . . . "

Mewt sighed and lowered his head. "Someone hurt him badly," he whispered to Judgemaster Cid. "Go look for the person who did it . . . maybe they're in a pub talking about it."

"Of course, Mewt." Cid nodded and left the room, his sword held in one hand.

"Poor Babus . . . " Mewt sat on the edge of Babus' pallet and began to cry. Who would do this to his attendant? He loved Babus with all of his heart, and it was terrible to think of him being hurt. The chains in the pool had torn his ears through, and he could still remember the bloody red water he'd seen. All that blood . . . and Babus was moaning now, what was wrong with him?

"Please . . . please, don't . . . " Babus cried out, lifting his hands to his ears. "Leave me alone, Llednar, can't you?"

Llednar! Mewt felt an incredible rage well up inside him. "He'll never hurt you again, Babus," he promised sternly. "Never again." He stroked the Nu Mou's ears until his tremors of rage subsided and his head began to clear.

"Prince Mewt . . . " a voice called from the doorway.

Mewt turned. At the door stood Carmine, the maidservant who had discovered Babus at the pool. "Yes?"

"Do you need anything?" Carmine inquired. In her hands she held Babus' clothing, now clean and dry. She handed the gold neckband to Mewt, and set the clothes on a nearby chaise to wait for when Babus would want to be dressed . . . he certainly couldn't dress himself in that condition. She noticed that behind Mewt, Babus still quaked with aftershocks of the rape. "The poor fellow," she sighed in sympathy and released the weights from the part of her ears. They were starting to hurt just looking at the injuries.

Mewt sighed. "I think we need to be left alone. Lock the door and give the key to me."

"Yes, Prince Mewt." Carmine obediently locked the door and pressed the key to Mewt's palm before leaving the room, the door closing softly.

"Babus . . . " Mewt lifted Babus' tail into his hands and began to gently run his fingers through it--he did not know if such an action would be pleasureable, but he imagined it would for this particular Nu Mou. He found a tangle and worked his fingers into it, loosening the snarled curls of hair.

"Mmnh . . . Prin . . . ewt?" Babus mumbled against the pillows, stirring in the pallet.

"Yes, Babus, it's me," Mewt soothed. "No one will hurt you again." He stroked his fingers over Babus' hand, bandaged and limp against the pallet. Babus experimentally wriggled his fingers in the bandage and clasped Mewt's free hand as tightly as he could.

"Prince Mewt," he sighed gratefully. "Oh, I'm so terribly happy you're here . . . it was dreadful, my Prince, really it was . . . I never want to see that brute of a Biskmatar again . . . "

"Sh," Mewt soothed. "I know Llednar did this. You told me."

Babus lifted his right ear into one hand and gently stroked the tear, patched together with sewing thread. It was the only thing Carmine had had on hand at the time, and he was well grateful for his companion. He looked up at Mewt, surprised at what he found.

Mewt's lips were pursed as he concentrated on the tangle in Babus' tail. His hair had fallen over his face, and his eyes glittered with purpose. He buried his face in the soft orange fur and sighed. "Babus," he breathed, "I was so worried that you were dead . . . " He clung to Babus' tail as though he would die without the young Runeseeker.

"No," Babus dismissed, "it would take more than that for me to leave your arms."

Did he just say that?

"Babus . . . " Mewt's lips parted. He leaned forward onto the pallet and pressed one finger to Babus' aching and bruised mouth, stroking the rosy flesh so beautifully soft under his finger. The Nu Mou's dark eyes fluttered closed under the gentle touch, long, beautiful white lashes lying in broad fans over his cheeks. A single tear trickled from the corner of his eye and slowly pattered on his shoulder.

"Prince Mewt," he wept, "I feel so ashamed of myself . . . " He buried his face in his hands and sobbed, his breath hitching in his throat much as it had done the previous day.

"Babus . . . " Mewt soothed. "It wasn't your fault. You didn't know it would happen . . . and you certainly didn't want it to happen."

"I was thinking of someone the whole time," Babus confessed soberly, "and it's akin to treason against the Church of Ultima. I'm a terrible disgrace to my order . . . " He lowered his face to the pillows and continued to sob.

"You're not a disgrace unless I say you are," Mewt said sternly. "And you're anything but a disgrace. If not for you, I wouldn't be the Prince I am. I wouldn't be so well-tended, so fortunate, so healthy . . . "

"But that's just it," Babus cried. "I've committed treason against the Palace as well." He sank his head further against the pillows and wailed despondently.

"Babus . . . " Mewt tilted his head and whispered, "Is it me?" The Nu Mou's only reply was racking sobs, twisting his head against the pillows. "Damn it, Babus, look at me."

Babus slowly lifted his head from the pillows to face Mewt, his head lowered, refusing to look at the Prince. "I'm sorry . . . " he whispered slowly, painfully. "I can't."

"Babus . . . I want you to forget that I'm a Prince. Forget that you're my attendant. Right here, right now, we're equals. Please . . . look at me." Mewt reached out to lift Babus' chin, tilting his head up so their eyes met. "And I want you to start by calling me Mewt. Not Prince, just Mewt."

"But Prin--"

"Ah . . . "

" . . . Mewt . . . " Babus tried it experimentally on his lips, finding it fit quite well . . . "Oh . . . I . . . " He looked up into Mewt's eyes, bespelled, and his own drifted shut as the Prince's face moved close to his. Their lips brushed together, tantalizingly, and then they were kissing, their lips lost in a battle of supremacy with one another.

Mewt lifted his lips and fell on Babus' ear, suckling, teeth below nipping and dragging gently along the delicate cartilage. His lips tilted smugly as the Nu Mou's hands found their way to his chest and gripped the material covering it . . . Babus was his. His and only his. He dragged lightly at his companion's ear, tugging it softly, and Babus sobbed with pleasure.

"Please . . . " he whimpered, fidgeting under the sheets of his pallet. "I can't take it . . . " He turned away and sobbed to himself.

"Babus . . . " Mewt leaned over him and pushed the sheets away. His lips moved to Babus' ear again, persistent. Lowering his gaze, he noted that the Nu Mou was well aroused, and gently gripped his aching sex.

Babus wailed with ecstasy, sinking backward into the pillows. He tossed against them as Mewt's hand rose and fell, wringing desperately blissed cries from his mouth; straining upward, he whimpered as blinding pleasure shot through him. "Mewt--"

And Mewt was lifting his fingers from the Nu Mou's body, holding them up in front of his lips.

"Oh . . . " Babus opened his eyes, embarrassed. "Oh dear . . . I've left quite a mess . . . " A cherry red flush rose into his rouged cheeks. "Terribly sorry, let me . . . "

"No," Mewt halted him. He gazed with half-lidded eyes at the sparkling sheen over his hand and daintily licked it away, trailing his tongue slowly over his glittering fingers. "Mmmm . . . " he sighed, appreciatively.

Babus' eyes had not left Mewt's hand, nor had they dismissed the trailing of his tongue. The Runeseeker felt a sudden ache in his loins. In a small voice he whispered, "I would do anything for you . . . I really would . . . "

"No, Babus," Mewt denied, "let me . . . " He smoothed the ruffle of fur atop Babus' tail down and nestled his face into his throat.

Babus shivered as Mewt's lips traced a path over the hollow of his bruised throat. Then Mewt's tongue was flickering out, licking, swirling, and it felt so good . . . A low moan escaped his lips as Mewt gently nipped at him. "How . . . " he whispered, "did you acquire such talent . . . ?" He leaned his head back and gave Mewt all the room he wanted to lick and nip.

A mischievous streak rose in Mewt, and he began to ardently suckle at the very center of Babus' neck, leaving a rosy red circle behind. Babus wore that band around his neck anyway . . . who would notice? As he pulled away, a catlike grin streaked his face from ear to ear.

Babus moaned and ran his fingers over the round spot of plum red. "You little fiend," he chided petulantly. "I'm going to have that for weeks."

"Who will notice?" Mewt raised his head. "This . . . " - he stroked the Nu Mou's awakening sex - "they're more likely to notice." He gently pushed Babus into the pillows and sat on his chest.

"I know where this is leading . . . " Babus shut his eyes. But instead of something being forced into his mouth, a mouth was on him . . . ? "Ohhhh . . . " He looked up to find Mewt's shiny boots an inch from his face. Twisting against the pillows, he tried to see what the prince was doing.

A tongue flickered out over him and he leaned back--or rather, fell back--into the pillows, covering his eyes with his hands. "Oh dear . . . " His face was plum red beneath his hands.

Mewt rose for a second to catch his breath and looked back at Babus. Though Babus didn't know it, Mewt had something planned for him . . .

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Montblanc: Where is that kupo author?
Judge: Suspense sustained. Waiting for next chapter.