Pulling the warm bundle that was Doll closer, Spitfire nuzzled his face in the back of his neck. Drawing in the scent of the other no-fur helped to ground him, to get his brain working again. The trauma of the draining ritual was still tormenting him and the added knowledge of his lack of bond with Guru made Spitfire want to start crying again. But he had cried enough. Besides, right now, Doll needed him. His no-fur friend was freshly back from the ritual, which hadn't gone as intended. At least that was what Spitfire had been able to pick up from the Hares who had brought Doll back. The orders that the two no-furs were to be caged together told him something was going wrong with the pirates and their fucked up rituals. Hares were running back and forth outside the hold where the no-furs were housed. The no-furs that were already here before Spitfire and Doll showed up were murmuring in distress. This was not normal then. Something was happening. Something bad, he assumed. Craning h

Left alone to tend to the helicopter, Jinx found himself lost in too many thoughts that he didn't want to have. Liam and Hades had made flimsy excuses to take off from the small airport for the time it was going to take Jinx to refuel and get clearance to take off again.Of course, after his long and storied history with Hades, Jinx recognized shady tom speak for going to do something that might require a quick getaway. Not that Jinx could imagine what either of them could get up to in a town that obviously sprang up around the airfield and couldn't have more than one bar. He hoped he never had to find out.The fueling team, which was one cranky old tom and his assistants who looked to be hardly more than kits, were at work on the helicopter. There was nothing for Jinx to do for a little while. He followed the signs from the landing pad to the pilot's lounge. Lounging sounded like a great idea right about now.The room designated as the lounge had one sagging couch and a couple of fol

Watching over him, Spitfire saw Doll was finally awake as the smaller no-fur stuck his head out of the blanket. The weak smile was a vast improvement though he could still make out the sores from the pins around Doll’s lips."Hey there, Spitfire. I'm feeling better. More like myself. You did that." Doll moved to snuggle against Spitfire. "You did that." The second time he said it it was more dozy and the taller no-fur thought he was going to lose him again to another round of fitful sleep.Just then, the smaller Hare appeared - the one that never mocked and always had something for them. Like the blanket."You little guys must be hungry. I've got a nice big bowl of broth and some cut-up apples for you." He opened the little slot in the cage and slid them through. "Eat up! There's plenty more where that came from. You need your strength.""Thank you." Spitfire gave the Hare a half smile and reached for the apples. He shifted so he was more between the Hare and Doll. He wanted to get t

Though he tried and tried, Spitfire wasn't finding a way to help Doll. They had been bundled up and moved to the private chambers by the sneering Nickel after he was done abusing Doll. Spitfire had raged and screamed but it was to no avail. He could not help his bondmate. He was useless even after Doll had been shoved back into the cage. Once they were left alone in the small room, Spitfire cleaned Doll up. He was worried about the blood coming from his pocket. He was worried that Doll might have been too traumatized and would miscarry the kits. The effect of a miscarriage on a no-fur’s body and mind could be fatal. Tossing the rags he'd used into a pile by the door, Spitfire tried to convince Doll to crawl into the bed and rest. But Doll was not cooperating with the care he was trying to give him. The tiny no-fur was getting more and more hysterical the longer they were locked in the room. "Please, Doll. Please." Spitfire tried once again to get him to stand up from the floor and

A new game with the love of his life was just what Doll needed right now. Would it keep the shadows at bay? Not forever. But the cunning no-fur knew how to get the most out of a moment. Years of finding ways to escape to his beloved gardens at Gran's had taught him that.And yes, Doll acknowledged he had trauma and nightmarish memories he'd have to face in other moments. The nameless no-fur who had taken on that burden was gone and could finally rest. But right now, he would devote his energy, his thoughts, and his body to what was right in front of him.His Innehavre. His Soot-walker. His Hades. And the joy of driving him mad."Then I will earn my punishment." Doll giggled as he moved from where he was teasing Hades's ear to kissing down his furless chest. "I want to know what you're feeling, my sweet devil."It was a whisper against Hades's thigh before Doll buried his face in the tom's borrowed seeding pocket. He started slow, his lips kissing the oute