Satyr Boyfriend: Hael 2 (rough draft)

Hael allows himself to heal while at the monastery. He also begins to show himself more, and come out of his shell. He’s especially close to the kids, seeming to feel freer with them than the other monks there. He often talks to the children, works amongst them. The better he feels, the more he does too. He would sit in the garden and clean up the produce the children brought to him. Then he started digging in the soil with them. He enjoyed being on their level, but sometimes it was hard due to the wound on his back.

It took some time, but eventually you were able to converse with him regularly. It wasn’t that Hael was shy or scary. More like he was just closed off. His presence was tentative, but you were used to that with new children. They were closed off and you had to earn their trust before they started to open up. You just put that same mindset to Hael.

He sat with you at lunch one day, he didn’t talk much, but he was there beside you. After a while he began speaking up more, but never much about himself. He asked about the monastery and how it operated. He chatted about the weather and what he felt it might do that day. He listened more than anything, seeming to enjoy the stories he heard around himself. Sometimes, he would catch you alone in the library where the fire was warmest. He was like a moth that way, always finding the warmest spot to hover around.

“Did you ever find your family?” He asked one day, out of the blue.

Your focus on the page faded and you sighed. “I did, but they buried,” you answered. “My village was destroyed by the slavers. So I came here with the other children of my village you saved.”

Hael’s eyes became distant and sad. His ears tilted slightly and he turned his gaze away from the fire. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” You smiled from your seat. “It wasn’t your fault, and you saved many children that day.”

He grumbles something under his breath as he sits erect. “I know what it is like though. To be taken away and then have nothing to go back to.”

You remained silent so he could talk. This was the first he had ever spoken of himself. You even held your breath so you didn’t make a sound.

“I was a young man though, you were still a child yourself. And you stayed here,” he said with a cross look. “Was it because you feared you had nowhere else to go?”

You're disappointed he isn’t talking about himself anymore, but you try to answer his question. “I stayed here because I felt I belonged here and could make things better. Maybe I was afraid at first, but the more I prayed on it, the more I felt my purpose. I worked hard and I was able to make this place into something welcoming.”

“I cannot deny that the children are happy,” he murmurs. “And they speak so highly of you. I am surprised you are not a saint.”

You stand up from the table and approach Hael where he is sitting. “If anyone deserves to be a saint here, it is you.”

He closes his eyes and folds his arms around himself. “No. I don’t.”

You sit in the armchair beside him and look into the fire. “I suppose you will want to go to where Clercourt was soon. You seem to be doing better with your injury.”

Hael slowly moves his arms back down. “I told you it was nothing, but yes, it does feel better now.”

“I’ll start preparing for it then. It’ll take a couple of days to get there mind you. I hope you can stand the long trip.” You feel excited to be going alone with him.

Hael nods. “I’ll be fine. I’ve survived longer journeys with twice the pain.”

“Twice the-” You give him a long, hard stare. “Are you in pain right now? If so, you have to tell me.”

Hael’s face melts into shock, having given something away. He quickly shakes his head. “Turn of phrase. That’s all.”

“Does it hurt?” You urge him to speak. “If so, I need to look at it! It’s been a while since you last let me change the bandages.” You stand up and over him in his chair. “Please, let me see it so I can take care of you.”

Hael huffs. “Stand back so I can get up.” He rises once you take a step back. “It feels like a bruise, it’s nothing.” But he doesn’t argue with you about checking it. Instead, he goes right to his room and takes off his tunic. He winces when he raises his arms above his head.

“Step towards me,” you say as you kneel down. “I’ll take this bandage off.” You remove the wrapping from around his waist, noticing he’s put on some weight since he got here. He looks healthier now, more lean and less starving. The wound is healing over, but it looks quite red. You frown a bit, worried there could be infection underneath. “Lay down on your stomach for me, okay?”

“Not until you tell me what you’re going to do,” Hael growls.

“I may have to puncture it,” you say simply. Hael grimaces and you try to appear reassuring. “I need to inspect it, but that is the worst case scenario. Best case I may just need to ice it.”

His scowl persists.

“Just lay down, okay? I have to get my kit and I will return right away.” You give him a bright smile. “If anything is wrong, now is the time to fix it.”

Hael mutters under his breath as he lays down and you go to fetch your kit. Upon returning he’s stretched out along the bed, his head upon his arms. He tail is sticking up, slowly wiggling from side to side. It’s so cute, you think, fluffy and twitchy. You place your hand upon his lower back to comfort him then begin touching around the wound with your finger. He moans and winces, but when you reach an outer edge he lets out a pained cry and lifts his head.

“Careful,” you whisper. “Hold still.” You press a little more, and without much effort, it starts to ooze. “That’s what I thought.” You grab some rags from your bag and hold them while you press. “Just a bit inflamed right here. Once this stops I’ll clean it.”

“It hurts,” he whimpers.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m so sorry it hurts.” You hold your hand to him again. “You can hold my hand if you need.”

He takes it readily, squeezing tight around your fingers. He whimpers and moans, eventually fading into relieved sighs when the pressure subsides. You clean the wound again, gently as possibly. Most of it has healed, saved for that one opened corner.

“There,” you say after mopping him up. “All better.” You rise and pack your kit back. “Should be pain free come morning.”

“You’re leaving?”

The pitiful sound of his voice makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. And when you look at him, the expression on his face makes your insides melt. “I can stay if you like.”

“Just a little while,” he whispers.

“Did it hurt that bad?” You go back to the bedside.

“It isn’t that,” he murmurs. His eyes close and he curls into himself.

You sit beside him and rub his arm. “Can you tell me? I’d like to be able to help you better if I can.” You cautiously reach up and touch his hair, stroking the back of his head. He shifts, almost leaning into your palm.

“Just...stay here for a moment,” he begs quietly.

“I will.” You continue to pet his hair. “I’ll stay.”

You end up staying with him all night. You never intended to, but as the night wore on you fell asleep, eventually sinking onto the bed. When you woke, you were facing him, his hair hanging in his face so you were unsure if he was looking at you too. He looked peaceful and tranquil. His ears twitched slightly and you could hear him breathing. You felt that you should move and get up before he awoke. But the selfish part of you made you linger so you could remain close to him. You inched closer, able to feel his body heat, smell his scent. He stirred and you pretended to be asleep again.

Hael chuckles, sitting up from the bed. He looked down at you with a smirk upon his face, then gently nudged your shoulder. “Silly thing,” he whispers when you didn’t move right away. “I know you’re not asleep.”

You hold your breath.

“I saw you awake, don’t play pretend now,” he laughs.

You slowly rise, looking at him with a guilty look upon your face. “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I was already awake.” he smirks at you, eyes looking you over. “I was half expecting a kiss.”

Your heart throbs. “Oh, I wouldn’t...that would be-” You sputter.

“I think you’ve earned such a thing,” he says gently.

You can barely stand to look at him, it would be too much. Not that you hadn’t though of such things, but where did this come from? He had been so standoffish, now he was offering you the chance to kiss him. And yes, you wanted to. Ever since you were young you wanted to. His lips must be soft, you think. His hair would touch your face and you would stroke it away, cupping his cheek in your hand. But no! Now is not the time to let fantasy through the door.

“Look at me.”

You do, gazing into those eyes. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Nothing.” He stands from the bed and stretches his arms up to mess with his long hair. “You’re right, it does feel better.”

You certainly don’t feel better. Your face is ember hot and your heart won’t stop trying to choke you. Getting up, your legs wobble a bit. “I should go wake the kids.” You reach for your robe. “I’m glad it’s feeling better.” You take a deep breath when you leave.

You avoid him the rest of the day, trying to get over your embarrassment from that morning. You get the buggy ready, putting in some supplies for what could be a four day journey. The idea of being alone with him now makes you even more nervous. It makes your mind run wild is what it does. You imagine kissing him, holding him. Your mind should not be focused on such matters!

“There you are.”

You look up from the horse to see Hael standing at the entrance to the barn. “I was just preparing for the trip to Clercourt.”

“I see.” Hael strokes the neck of the horse. “I was wondering why you seemed to be keeping your distance this afternoon.”

Your face felt hot as you looked at him. “Since I slept in this morning, I have been behind on my chores,” you chuckle to brush it off.

“I have something I need to put into the buggy.” I kept it away from the monastery, since I know how you all feel about such things.” He picked up a sword from the doorway and placed it into the back of the buggy along with a heavy pack.

“A sword.” It should not have been surprising. After all, he had one when you first met him years ago. “Are you...are you going to need it where we are going?”

“Hopefully not. I just didn’t want to scare anyone with it.” He touches something around his neck again, avoiding looking at you. “Sorry for teasing you this morning.”

“Oh that? No! Its fine.” Of course you’re lying.

Hael smiles softly. “I think it was because I had just woken up. Usually, I’m alone. Having someone there was, well, different.”

You wring your hands around the rope you were holding. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I should be the one apologizing.”

“Don’t. Even if it was awkward it was nice to not feel so lonesome.”

Glancing down at your feet you continue to pack the buggy. Hael lingers around, helping you put things inside and watching what you’re doing. The next morning, once you get the kids to breakfast, you and Hael leave. You bid farewell to the children and then drive away.

“If you’re cold, I packed an extra coat in the back,” you tell him. “I wasn’t sure what you were carrying with you.”

“I’m fine for now,” he murmurs.

You clear your throat and look straight ahead. “We’ll be close by nightfall, but it will be best for us to stop and rest. Then, you can spend as much time as you need at Clercourt.”

“I’m not sure what will happen when we get there,” he murmurs.

You screw up your courage. “May I ask why you want to go to Clercourt? If there is nothing there, what do you intend to do?”

Hael hangs his head. “If I tell you I will start crying.”

“Oh,” you gasp. “That’s fine.” You reach over and pat his arm. “You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t realize-” It was too late, already tears were falling from his eyes. He hung his head and clasps his hands around his face. “Hael,” you whisper. “I’m here, it’s okay.”

He sniffles and chuckles in the same breath. “It’s been so long, you might think I am foolish.” He raises his head again then tugs the chain around his neck, revealing a ring. “I was kidnapped, much like you had been. And I was sold into the gladiator ring.” His nose twitches as he sniffles. “I fought all my life, became a favorite, continued to fight but I had benefits to it.” His frown was deep and cut hard into the fine lines of his face. “I was kept in a house with the other favorites, and it was there I met him. Aramis,” he breathed the name like it was life himself.

“I see,” I whisper. “He meant a great deal to you.”

“I loved him,” Hael confessed. “But-” The tears came fresh again and he held the ring between his strong palms. He pressed his clasped hands to his forehead.

“I’m so sorry.” You reach out to him again, placing your hand upon his arm. “So, I take it he was from Clercourt.”

“He was,” Hael wepted. “I made him a promise as he died that I would take something of him back with me.”

“The ring?” You ask innocently.

“No,” he cries. “My sword.” He wipes his face and tries to breathe. “It still has his blood upon the blade.”

Your face went slack, jaw hung open. “Hael...no-”

“We were put into the ring together, and it was fight or die.” He was shaking all over. “He told me to fight so I could-”

You turn abruptly, taking him into your arms and hugging him tight. His arms tightly held onto you, fingers fingers dug into your body while he wept onto your shoulder. You couldn’t imagine the pain he was put through, what he still felt after all this time.

“We’ll lay him to rest,” you reassure him. “I’ll help you.”

“You remind me of him,” he sniffles. “In your kindness and voice.” Hael smiles as you use the sleeve of your robe to wipe his cheek. “He was handsome, but not as pretty as you are.”

“Oh shush.” You chuckle.

“Thank you, again.” He takes your hand and kisses your palm. “It means a lot to have you here. I did not think it would matter. But now, it does.”

“Think nothing of it.” You continue on, stopping once it begins to get dark. You built a fire and had a small meal. Afterwards, you laid in the back of the buggy side by side to get some sleep. You lay there gazing up at the stars, counting your blessings and saying your prayers silently.

“What are you whispering?” Hael asks.

“I’m praying,” you say. “For our safe trip. For Aramis. For you.”

Hael sits up and looks down at you. “Why pray for Aramis?”

You sit up and smile at him. “Because I’m sure he’s worried about you.”

His eyes grow soft and wet around the corners. He leans in, pressing a soft, fluttering kiss upon your lips. You’re shocked at first, sitting there unable to move as his kisses continue. He presses closer, resting his hand upon your thighs. He kiss him in return, resting your palms on his face.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

Your eyes flutter back open. “For what?”

“I’ve not felt this way since Aramis.” He touches your cheek. “I don’t remember how this is supposed to go.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not the one to know these things myself.” You gently tuck his hair behind his ear. “But, I have held onto feelings for a long time.”

Hael kisses you again, moaning softly as his hands kneading into your waist. You smile and nuzzle to his cheek, kissing there gently until his arms wrapped tight around you. You fall asleep with him wrapped around your back, and even if you were in the cold of the night, you felt warm and safe.

In the morning you finished your trek, coming upon the ruins of Clercourt. You found one of the makeshift bridges, carrying the sword across. Hael then stood there, looking out and over the few features that remained standing. Tears came to his eyes and he trudged forward to find a spot to bury his sword.

He comes to small clearing where flowers have began growing out of the debris. They were aramis flowers, which he had been named after.

“His mother said once he was born she looked out the window and saw all the pink aramis had bloomed. So she chose to name him after those flowers.” Hael knelt there, tears falling onto the pink petals.

“I’ll start digging,” you say.

“No,” he sniffles. “I’ll dig. I want you to pray.”

“Are you sure?” You look to him as he begins to dig, using his hands to lift up soft dirt and ash. You sigh, sitting behind him and saying your prayers out loud. Hael digs a hole big enough to lay the sword in and deep enough, so when covered, hopefully no one could easily unbury it. You stay there for a long time, letting him sit in silence as he watched over the burial spot. Eventually, he rose up and held his hand out to you.

“Are you sure?” You ask again.

He smiles. “I’m ready to go back.”

You take his hand, walking with his clutched preciously until you’re back to the buggy. That evening, as you lay to go to sleep, Hael comes in close, kissing your neck and cheek. His breath tickles your skin and you turn to meet his lips. Something feels urgent in his touches. His hands pull you close, reach under your shirt. He touches your skin, moving himself so you’re pressed together.

“Do you like this?” He whispers.

“Yes, of course.” You kiss him hungrily.

“Can I touch you more?”

You nod, letting him on top of you. He removes you clothes, kissing your chest and down your body. The night feels cold against your skin, but Hael’s touch lights a fire below the surface. His lips press to your hips, and with a small breath you assure him he can go further. He tugs down your pants more, seeing you’ve become aroused and erect from him. He makes a small, nervous sound and then, he licks you. He moans against your shaft, kissing and tasting you. His hands knead into your thighs while you breathe in luxuriously.

Hael takes you into his hand, stroking as he sucks upon you. His mouth feel so hot, so wet. When he moans it tickles down and slips through your veins, making you shudder all over. He eventually lifts his head, looking up at you to see your expression. Grinning brightly, you pull him up to kiss you, as well as strip away his clothes. You press against his hairy chest, run your hands down his back and strong arms.

“We don’t have to go further than that,” he whispers.

You shake your head. “Don’t stop. Not now.” You kiss him again. “I want more. Anything you want to give.”

Hael shudders and smiles. “I have a lot to give.”

You reach down, touching his shaft. You moan into his ear, stroking him and feeling his pulse against your palm. “Tell me what to do.”

“Do...do you have any oils in your kit?” He whispers.

“For dry skin, yes.” You reach for your bag, producing the bottle.

Hael kisses you more, laying you back down upon your back. “Now relax, if anything feels too weird or bad, we can stop.”

You look up dreamily at him, gazing at his perfection in the moonlight. He take the oil, rubbing it into his shaft then smearing it between your legs. You bite your lip in surprise. It does feel weird, but it feels strangely good at the same time. You gasp loudly as his fingers press inside you.

“Are you okay?” He whispers.

“Yeah,” you whimper.

“How does it feel? Does it hurt at all? Does it pinch?”

You wriggle your hips a bit and sigh. “Is it supposed to?”

Hael kisses you. “If it does, tell me and I’ll stop. So please, tell me how it feels.”

You smirk and arch your back. “Kind of weird. Kind of nice.”

“I just want you to feel good.” Hael moans into your ear.

“I do.” You grab hold of him. “Now I want us to feel good together. I want you now.” You spread your legs more, pulling him close. His cock presses to your, slowly easing in with the oils.

“Are you praying?” He whispers.

You kiss him. “A little.”

You feel him pressing inside, opening you up so it stings for a moment. Once he’s snugly inside, you whimper. “Does it hurt?” he asks again.

“A little but-” You loop your arms around his neck. “It’ll feel better if you move a little.” You kiss him again as he does. His hips go slow, gently pressing in. Bit by bit, his movements become stronger. You can feel more of his body, his fur covered legs. Inside you he’s warm, and the more he moves the less you notice the pain. You breathe together, gasping, moaning, gazing at one another. His kisses are hungry and intense. Your touch digs into his arms and back. The night goes on long, and your bodies need rest, but you cannot get enough.

You feel him deep inside, so warm and thick. Your face feels hot with the knowledge of what you’ve done. Hael lays beside you, nuzzled into your neck where he breathes deeply. His legs are tangled with yours, still trembling from his release, some of your seed still on his belly.

You gaze upwards, smiling into the sky. “Are you alright?” Hael asks.

“I’ll be fine.” You look at him as he lifts his head. “How about you?”

His smile is sad but loving. “I feel happy,” he says with tears in his eyes. “I think Aramis answered my prayers.”

You wrap your arms around him lovingly. After all this time, having wanted to thank him for saving you, it turns out you were his blessing all along.