The Outsiders

The Outsiders: Chapter Twenty-Seven [M]

Warning — explicit sexual scenes depicted throughout the chapter

Khristopher De Caldwick

Soum stared into the cloth of the tent as we lay in the comfort of our wool bed.

             Lost in thought, he absentmindedly traced circled over my arm, sighing as he laid on top of me. Swaddled in a thin blanket, I rested my arms around his torso. His cheek was pressed to my chest. Even if he was heavy with muscles and fat, I was too enamored with his scent and warmth to care. Since supper, Soum stuck close to me, observing my every action with such keenness, much like Ocmjai who mirrored Soum's actions.

            Running my finger down his back, I removed Soum from his thoughts as he shivered. With a small smile, he shifted, attempting to move to the side before I tightened my hold around him. Resting his chin on my chest, Soum sighed as I caressed his cheekbone.

"You've been acting... off, I'd say. Mind indulging me in your most profound thoughts?"

Soum pressed a kiss on my chest before scoring lower, laying his head on my stomach.

"Did you know we could have kids? Like, biological kids."

            He warily peered towards me, picking at the buttons of my shirt. I could only gulp. I might have read about it a few decades or so ago, but the knowledge had all but disappeared before now. Soum loves family, being an older brother, and a Father figure. I knew one day I would love to have a family, even if that one day was now. Ocmjai was my child just as they were Soum's. Though I had the knowledge of Werewolf procreation, I didn't think I would be necessary. Then again, I hadn't the clue of baring a soul and a mate.

               I slowly nodded, feeling the guilt bubbling beneath my rib cage. Soum looked at me with such a gaze, glittering with hurt and confusion.

              "Why didn't you tell me?"

               "I... forgot, I guess."

               I shifted my hands from his shoulders to his cheeks, caressing his cheeks. I didn't know what it felt like to have a Father, much less know how to be a Father. Just thinking about how I was to raise Ocmjai was jarring, but a child of my own? What if they were like Ptomatteo? What if I messed them up as much as Ptomatteo did to me? What if I failed?

              "H-hey," Soum said, pulling himself up to my face and taking my cheeks in his hands.

              "W-will I be a good Father?"

             Though I did not shed a tear, my eyes were blurred with them, thinking back to everything. Mom's picture, her death. Spareaux's tears, his childhood. My death, my revival. Full of tragedy and mourning, the life I called my own was two plains of great emotion. I only stared at Soum, cradling his hands in mine and grateful Ocmjai was in a tent with the Pack's Caregiver and the rest of the children.

"You'll be a great, smart, beautifully handsome Dad, Khrissy."

             Soum's warm smile brought me out of my woes. His touching voice released me from my sorrows. Pulling his hands, I leaned in as he fell on top of me into a kiss. Running my hands down every vertebra of his spine, I pulled him flush to my body. A heat unlike any other clouded my senses, filling me with a euphoric pleasure only Soum could bestow upon me.