Erik is woken up by sounds of sniffling. He peels his eyes open. He's in T'challa's bed, his clothes are gone.
T'challa noses him down to his groin.
' Seriously, wtf ? ' Erik whines.
T'challa looks up. His eyes are not the usual gorgeous brown he's used to. They have shifted to luminous yellow panther eyes. Erik deems T'challa to be of unsound mind when he's in his primal form. The last thing Erik can remember is T'challa putting him over his shoulder, carrying him away from his car. Erik panics , where is Tumi ?
He thinks he knows what this is. A sniff test. T'challa has reached ratchet hood levels of, ' Let me smell your dick. ' foolery. This is debasing. He doesn't seem to be getting what he was looking for. He watches as T'challa disappears between his thighs for the hundredth time.
T'challa is so confused. They didn't have sex ? His nose can't be decieving him. What did they do all night?
' All you had to do was ask. '
' Did you fuck him ? '
' No. '
' Why ? '
' We didn't fuck. '
' But you did buy a box of condoms. '
Erik is silent
' What kind of insanity has posesed you to do something like this ? '
' When is the baby coming ? '
' Don't change the subject. What made you do it ? '
' Do what ? '
' Chose to embarrass me. Who gave you that authority ? '
' So you can have a baby momma but I can't date outside ? '
Erik has seen that crazy look in T'challa's eyes. He ducks but he's not fast enough. T'challa grabs him by his neck and pulls him closer to him. T'challa's mad. His resting bitch face has set in, he can hear him stutter accompanied he can see the weird eye twitch.
T'challa sinks his canines into Erik's neck, he cries out in pain. This was not the enjoyable, it hurts. T'challa laps at the blood trickling down Erik's neck. The thought of Tumi pops back into T'challa's head and he's angry all over again.
T laps at Erik's skin down past his nipples, torso and between his legs. He hoists Erik up by his waist folded into a half. He spreads his cheeks and laps at his rim. Lewd sounds of sucking and slurping fill the room.
Erik watches as T'challa pours a generous amount of edible lube onto his rim. Set him down. Spread his legs apart and press his hard erect cock into Erik all in one go. Erik feels tears trickle at the burn of sudden intrusion.
T'challa gives him no breaks he starts to move in and out of Erik. It's going to be a long ride.
T'challa's dick slips off Erik past dusk. It's almost 2000 hrs. Erik's been rode hard in uncountable positions. Maybe the worst is over but he sees T'challa pick up his beads from the bedside table.
' You don't want to do that. '
' Don't tell me what to do. '
T'challa goes through the endless thread of messages. He stops to cuss when he gets heated.
' Roadside whore. '
He sees the usual. Dick pics, nude pics from Tumi. Everything seems so one sided till recently. Erik comes back from a short bathroom break to find T'challa texting Tumi.
' What are you doing ? '
Erik asks bewildered. He tries to grab it back, T'challa grabs Erik by his throat and sets him between his legs. Erik feels like a child. After a lot of back and forth exchanging insults. Tumi makes a Live video.
' He don't want you.
Your old.
You can't fuck without that diamond.
I got that pipe that can make a nigga insane.
You a one minute man.
Everybody knows that your back been broke down since M'baku whipped the shit out of you.
Rest easy old man.
It's time to join your ancestors. '
Tumi ends up spending the night in jail. For treason, defamation, drunk and disorderly among a growing list of reasons. Erik looks at the panther claw scratches on his arms gotten by stopping T'challa from leaving to go to seek the boy.
The night is long, the tension between them is palpable. Erik tells himself that he's probably better off without T'challa breathing down his neck. Then he proceeds to do the exact opposite thing. He manages to pacify T'challa and talk him down to his senses. They have angry sex for the third time that night.
Early Monday morning Erik is giving a short press conference about his public indecency scandal. To explain why he was out and about in his amiri draws. The pictures are all over the press. He and Tumi - face blurred out casually shopping in a seven eleven.
He later goes on for a short interview with Live with Bro Okello.
' Prince Njadaka, you have made the headlines again. '
' It was not my intention. '
' You want to pass public indecency as living. '
' No. '
The photos are pulled up on the tv screens.
' This is not the first time you have come up in the public eye. '
He proceeds to read Erik's long laundry list. From the moment he came to fight for the war to the civil war.
' Seems to me like you have some behavioral issues. Does this stem from your upbringing in the west ? '
Erik feels his blood boil. He is five seconds away from whipping the shit out of the journalist and storm out of this interview. He can't think of a way that this will end up good for him.
' I am going to take some personal time off to adress all of my issues. '
' Well that is good to hear. Ladies and gentlemen we'll be back after the break.
Erik remains in the basement parking lot. Leaned against the wheel. Today was a bad day. No breaks, T'challa takes him out to the savannah for a land dispute meeting under a large tree. Erik seats beside T'challa covered in a Maasai blanket. He's not fluent in his native language but he can catch some bits here and there. They conclude in the evening.
Before bedtime Erik is reminded by T'challa about his new therapy sessions.
' When did I agree to this ? '
' You said that you were willing to make amends. '
Erik recalls the tv interview. T'challa is sneaky. Erik is a public figure now. He can not drink a coffee in public without people writing a desertation about it. Maybe it's time to clean up his image.
Erik slips into his side of the bed on the right. Finally some peace.
' You like nanny ? '
' Don't do this. '
' You want to fuck ? I can smell your passion for her. '
' Your crazy. I'm not doing this with you. '
T'challa insecurities are talking again. Erik rolls to his side turns to off his night lamp and ignores him.
' What did you mean when you said that I am crazy ? '
Erik lays on his back feeling drained wondering how he can get out of this.
A good hour of slobbing on T'challa's nob has his jaw all sore. He lays his head on his warm torso all spent. The last thing he expects to hear.
' Erik, what did you mean when you said that I was crazy ? '
He ignores him for a needed good night of sleep.
