Mistake "… mnghhhhh…"
He tried lifting his head, only to drop it to the hard rough surface below him, and clutched at his horns with shaking hands as though trying to hold them in place.
What had happened to him?!
His head felt as though it would explode if he moved again, pounding as though someone was drumming inside it. And not a gentle drumbeat either.
His mouth was as dry as the savannah when the rains were late. His stomach hurt. So did his arms and legs. So - he risked a wriggle, groaning as every muscle protested - did his tail. And his backside…
And what was that horrible noise!?
He cocked an ear to the side and back, wincing as it sounded again. A disgusting flabby, snortling, wheezing sort of sound. Vile…
He half-opened one eye, trying to focus as best he could. He was facing away from the source: he'd have to turn his head if he wanted to see what it was.
It was so tempting just to lie here, unmoving, waiting for the pain to go away. But that wasn't what being a member of the Muscle League was about. He could be in danger. The team could be in danger. He had to know…
It took a supreme effort, but he managed to force his head around, chafing his forehead on whatever it was he was lying on, face down and suffering… there was a shape beside him, ugly, smelly…
He froze. He thought for one terrible moment that he recognised Kid Muscle. Well, his profile anyway.
Then, with a horrible sick, sinking feeling, he remembered…
The function. The celebration. The wine. The brandy… Yes, he remembered as far as the brandy. Then there was a yawning emptiness in his mind.
He whimpered and forced his head up, closing his eyes against the spinning of the room then making himself open them again. Closing them very quickly with a silent scream.
Kid Muscle. Kid Muscle was lying beside him. On his back. Snoring. Drooling.
Naked.
Dik Dik scrambled in the opposite direction as fast as his entirely uncoordinated body would allow - and fell off the bed, landing with a thud on the floor.
The prince snorted, mumbled something that sounded like "'nother bowl please", turned over and continued snoring.
The gazelle-man rubbed a trembling hand over his forehead, then glanced down at himself. To his utmost horror he was naked - and was that a bite on his hip?
No. Oh gods, please, no. Not Kid Muscle…
He dragged himself upright, ignoring the complaints from his aching body, grabbed for his trousers - lying in an untidy heap with the rest of his clothes beside the bed - struggled into them blindly and fled…He couldn't remember which room he was supposed to be in - and didn't have his key in any case: it must have dropped out of his pocket in the prince's room. Panicking, still clutching his pounding head, he instinctively headed for the outdoors.
Which in this case was the hotel's balcony, damp after yesterday's rain, its potted shrubs glossy and thickly-leaved. He found himself a secluded corner and cowered on the wet ground, shivering, eyes wide and shocked.
Kid Muscle? He felt sick. Forget drunk, he must have been paralytic to let the prince take him back to the room… And had he actually…? Let Kid Muscle…? He retched, but, perhaps fortunately, his stomach was empty. Curling up into as small a ball as he could, unable to think beyond the nightmare fact of this morning's discovery, he lay against cold concrete and shivered, staring wide-eyed at nothing."Mein herr? Dik Dik?"
He thought he knew that voice, drifting in from a great distance. A shock of yellow hair filled his vision, worried eyes peering out from underneath. Strong hands caught his shoulders and shook gently.
"Dik Dik? Bitte, speak to me!"
He stared speechlessly at the German, shivering, eyes fixed and despairing, something very close to helpless panic in their depths. Jaeger frowned, then pulled him, unresisting, to his feet.
"Come, mein freund. You are getting cold."
Wrapping an arm around the buck's waist, Jaeger led him back into the hotel."What the heck happened t'Dik Dik?"
Jaeger jumped, startled at Terry's voice from behind. He twisted his head, frowning at the Texan.
"I do not know, Herr Kenyon. I found him like this…"
Terry patted the buck's cold cheek.
"Y'OK there, buddy?"
There was no response, and Terry frowned at Jaeger.
"Let's git him somewhere warm. Ma room's closest."
The German would have objected, but a quiet, pained whimper from the shivering, half-naked gazelle-man had him nodding at the Texan.
"Ja, ja. Let us be quick…"Terry's room was warm and comfortable; the Texan somehow managed to imprint his personality on everything he touched… Jaeger eased Dik Dik down onto the bed, frowning worriedly as the gazelle-man curled into a foetal ball, head hidden in his arms.
"Do you know vhat happened to him?"
Terry pursed his lips.
"Well, Ah know he was drinkin' last night. An' he can't hold his liquor. Did'ja see when he left?"
"Nein." Jaeger shook his head. He'd tried to keep an eye on the buck, but Checkmate had claimed his attention and by the time he'd been able to escape from the conversation Dik Dik had disappeared - to his bed, the German had assumed.
Well, he added to himself with a grimace, to someone's bed, anyway…
Terry laid a hand on the buck's trouserleg, then glanced up frowning.
"Wet. An' cold. Better git these off…"
Jaeger seated himself on the bed, resting a hand on the buck's shoulder.
"Dik Dik? Ve need to get you varm, leibhaber. Ve need to take your clothes off."
Terry glowered at the German.
"Leeb haw bar? What's that mean?"
Jaeger blinked, then eyed the Texan.
"Is nothing."
"Oh yeah?"
"Ja… Herr Kenyon, it is not important. Herr Van Dik is."
Terry gave Jaeger one last glare then turned his gaze back to the buck.
"OK." He wormed his hands to the gazelle-man's waistband, efficiently unbuttoning and unzipping and easing wet cotton awkwardly down long cold trembling legs…
Dik Dik uncurled slightly and grabbed Jaeger's hand, eyes wide, breathing far too fast. The German flinched - the buck's grip was very strong - and stroked the soft thick pelt between his horns.
"Is OK, mein leibhaber. Ve vill not hurt you…" He glanced at Terry, who was frowning at Dik Dik's lower back. "Ve vant only for you to be vell."
Terry dragged a cover over the buck's now-naked body and touched his face gently.
"Y'wanna tell us what happened?"
Jaeger glowered at the Texan.
"Surely he needs to rest!"
"Yeah, he sure does. But he's been… hurt." Terry leaned over the shivering form and spoke directly to his team member. "C'mon now, Dik Dik. Gonna tell?"
He couldn't. He just… couldn't. The humiliation, the embarrassment, the complete lack of taste and discrimination… He sobbed, burying his face against Jaeger's thigh. The German's eyes widened, gazing into Terry's concerned frown as he stroked the distraught gazelle-man's head.
"Was…?"
The Texan sighed.
"Ah think we got us an abused Dik Dik here."
Jaeger stared, feeling suddenly very cold.
"A… abused…?"
"Yep."
"But… but… how?"
"Ah dunno. Don' think Ah wanna know. But he's hurtin', an' cold. We gotta warm him up."
Despite the gravity of the situation, Jaeger grinned.
"Ja, I know how to varm him."
Terry glowered.
"Yeah, I jest bet yew do an' all… He's my teammate, if there's any warmin' up to be done, Ah'm gonna do it."Shivering, eyes half-closed, Dik Dik watched, as though from a distance, as Terry and Jaeger squared off, apparently ready to fight in the small room…
Fight?
Over him?
Ridiculous.
Terry punched Jaeger. Who kicked back, hard, sending the Texan flying and smashing the coffee table. Growling, Terry launched himself at the German…
Over the next couple of minutes while Dik Dik was trying to claw back some composure and struggle into a sitting position, Texan and German managed to reduce the room to something vaguely resembling a battlefield. It wasn't until the buck managed to gasp out a pained, "Stop it!" that they ceased their hostilities, hastening to sit on the bed, one to either side. Jaeger gently stroked the gazelle-man's cheek, expression worried.
"How are you feeling, leibhaber?"
Terry glowered at the German and took a limp white hand in his own.
"Y'OK now?"
Dik Dik pulled away from both of them, shoving himself up the bed and wrapping his arms around his knees.
"No…" It was as far as he got before Jaeger slid behind him, arms circling his chest, lips gentle against his neck.
"I vant to make it OK, leibchen. Bitte…"
Terry glared at the German - then slid a hand under the cover to stroke a long lean leg, grinning as Dik Dik flinched and regarded him from wide eyes.
"C'mon, buddy. Y're still cold. Ah kin do somethin' about that…"
Between expansive Texan warmth and smouldering German intensity the gazelle-man was helpless, unable to move any more than could a rabbit caught in the headlights…With a speed that left Dik Dik stunned Terry stripped and slid into the bed, pulling the buck down and back to rest against his body, arms wrapping his chest. Jaeger was a little slower, glowering threateningly at the Texan as he shed his clothing then climbing under the cover and cuddling into the buck's front. Terry was holding Dik Dik too closely for the German to squeeze an arm between their bodies: he reached forwards to cup the Texan's buttocks instead, scowling, daring him to object.
Terry ignored both the hands and the glower, rubbing his cheek against the silky red-gold pelt over Dik Dik's shoulder and muttering,
"Warmer now?"Did he feel warmer? Outwardly he supposed yes, he did. But inside…?
He remembered waking up in Kid Muscle's bed this morning. He'd never forget it. But… He didn't remember what had happened earlier. That was a big black blank.
It might be best to keep it that way. The thought of admitting he'd got so drunk he didn't know what he was doing, and let the prince drag him off to his room and fuck him…
But had that happened? Really happened?
Did Kid Muscle actually have any idea as to what to do with another man? It seemed somehow unlikely, although the prince did have a sometimes alarming habit of proving himself less foolish than he usually appeared. But this? Surely not…
But then why did his arse hurt?
Shivering, he shied away from any further speculation, instead focussing on what was happening…
Which was… very pleasant. Lying between two strong warm - and getting warmer - bodies, bodies he rather liked… He felt safe, protected. This morning's rude awakening began to fade, along with the pain in his head.
He could feel Terry's erection twitching against his tail, Jaeger's against his groin, and sighed, torn. He was still traumatised - and yet, a pleasant experience would help him forget… Then Jaeger stroked up his flank, fingertips warm and knowing on his tingling skin, up his neck, his head - to fondle an ear…
Dik Dik was lost. Moaning, his head dropped forward to rest against the German's forehead, backside pressing more firmly against Terry, engorging cock rubbing against Jaeger's. Terry slid a hand down to his groin and tweaked.
"So, y'up for a little lovin'…?"
Unable to speak, Dik Dik nodded…Terry's arms twined up across his chest, strong warm hands gripping his shoulders as the Texan's cock eased under his tail with surprisingly gentleness. Whimpering, Dik Dik arched against the solid body behind him, pressing his hips back, wriggling slightly and turning his head so that Terry could more easily nip and suck at his neck as Jaeger moved his other hand, caressing both quivering ears and kissing his jaw…
… and the buck cried out as the German stroked down his taut body, kissing and nipping and finally settling over his groin, one hand fondling his balls, the other sliding round to cup Terry's buttock and pull him more closely against the gazelle-man's shaking body. Then sucking Dik Dik's cock into his mouth, slowly, sumptuously, groaning very quietly in his throat.
Terry was moaning quietly, ramming into Dik Dik powerfully, shoving him forwards and further into Jaeger's mouth with each thrust - eager to come, the buck realised, but waiting… For him?
He half-smiled humourlessly. Well that must be a first!
Then Jaeger did something with his tongue that had Dik Dik writhing helplessly, crying out as he came deep in the German's throat, whimpering as he felt Terry thrust home then pause, quivering, the buck's climax sparking his own as he jerked back and forth tightly…
Terry panted, slackening cock still buried in his body: Jaeger slid back up the bed to cuddle into the buck from the front. Terry behind him, holding him tight, Jaeger in front of him, nestling closely… This wasn't pleasant, it was wonderful. He couldn't remember ever feeling so safe, so… loved.
Such a strange thing for a member of the Muscle League to be feeling. He sighed and reached back to rest a hand on Terry's flank, the other cupping Jaeger's cheek.
They didn't seem to mind the frankly loving gesture. Terry nuzzled his neck.
"Heh, well, y're warmer now anyhoo!"
Dik Dik managed to find the energy for a small smile.
"Yes… thank you…"
The Texan eyed the buck, blue eyes bright.
"… mm… It was somethin' special."
Jaeger sighed and kissed his collarbone, and Dik Dik was abruptly aware of the German's own neglected erection. He squirmed, shivering as Terry's cock slid from him and managing to turn over between them, pressing his arse against Jaeger's groin. The German chuckled and nipped his shoulder.
"Are you sure, leibchen? I don't vant to hurt you…"
Dik Dik glanced back over his shoulder.
"I'm sure."
Jaeger kissed his neck and slid into a channel already slippery from Terry's climax, hands wrapped over the buck's hips as he started moving. Dik Dik moaned quietly and pressed into Terry's hand as the Texan tentatively stroked a soft ear: grinning, he tried it again, more confidently, smirking down as Dik Dik's renewed erection pressed into his thigh.
"Well lookee here!"
Dimly, and definitely belatedly, the buck realised that letting Terry see how… sensitive his ears were might have been a mistake… Not that he could think coherently for long; the Texan's other hand wrapped around his shaft and started pumping.
Jaeger cried out something incomprehensible as he came, fingers bruising the buck's hips. Dik Dik didn't notice, caught up in his own climax, gripping Terry's shoulders and whimpering, eyes tightly closed…
When he could focus again, he found himself cuddled between the other two, warm, content and happy. He sighed and snuggled a little more closely, eyelids drooping.
"Y'tired?"
He nodded.
"I don't think I got much sleep last night…"
Ack! He could have kicked himself. Terry frowned.
"Yeah, y'gonna tell us what happened? Can't have folks thinkin' they kin jest hurt yew. 'less it's in the ring, of course…"
He closed his eyes.
"I'd much rather not."
"Well kin y'tell us who it was?"
"Please, Terry, let's just forget it."
"No can do, good buddy."
"Ja, I vant to know too. Then ve can arrange a little punishment."
Dik Dik shuddered.
"Please… It was partly my fault…"
"Ja, I haf heard the victim often thinks that. Is not true, leibchen."
They weren't going to let it rest. Dik Dik sighed and closed his eyes.
"In this case it is. I had too much to drink…"
Jaeger was indignant.
"That is no excuse! Vhat sort of man takes advantage of a… a…"
"Drunk?" Terry growled. "Ah kin think of a few. Lessee - Eskara? All the dMp. Kevin Mask? Naw, too all-fired het-up about honour t'do somethin' so low. Ah guess."
Dik Dik was growing more and more embarrassed and apprehensive by the second, white skin flushing pink, tail twitching nervously (and quite incidentally arousing Jaeger again). He groaned.
"Please, please… I just want to forget it!"
"But…"
The buck covered his eyes with his hands, shoulders slumping, and Terry growled and hugged him.
"Hush now. If y'don' wanna do anythin' about it, we'll just let it go."
Jaeger looked dubious, but reluctantly nodded, and Dik Dik managed a trembling smile.
"Thank you…"
Terry kissed his forehead.
"Aww, that's OK." He paused as his stomach grumbled, then grinned. "Guess Ah could use some breakfast right about now. Yew two?"
Dik Dik considered the idea, but at the moment he was in a rather awkward position…
"Later, Terry. I'm not hungry."
Jaeger was hungry. But he was also erect again and still buried in the gazelle-man's body, cock throbbing as he nuzzled the soft pelt of a broad shoulder.
"Nein. I vill eat later."
Terry eyed them suspiciously, then grinned.
"Well, OK. Wanna stay here, get some sleep?"
Dik Dik nodded, relieved.
"Would you mind?"
"Heck no! Might join yew afterwards."
"That would be… nice."
The Texan eyed the German, a hint of steel in the blue eyes.
"Now don't yew go wearin' him out!"
Jaeger blushed.
"I vill do my best not to do so…"Although he seemed to be having a damned good try, Dik Dik thought happily if a little blurrily, half an hour later, on his hands and knees as Jaeger pounded into him, one hand playing with an ear, the other with his tail…
And half an hour after that, as the weary buck lay on his side, the panting German cuddled into him and kissing his throat, Terry returned, smirk on his face and an evil gleam in his eyes.
"That was good! Now I got me a hankering for some bratwurst and deer sandwiches…"
© 2003 December 9th Joules Taylor
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