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onto Chuck s cock with nothing more than a soft sigh. He leaned forward and kissed
Chuck. Chuck s mouth moved very slowly on his and the dreamy look wasn t gone
from his eyes.
Seven rode him, posting up and down on his cock, lying atop him and rocking,
thrusting with his hips. He shot all over Chuck s stomach and carefully slid off to lick it
clean, only to see that Chuck had come already, but was still hard.
Seven grinned up at him.  I get another.
 Anything you want to do. Chuck stroked his hair.  C mere, need to suck you a
little. Seven slid up and Chuck moved down to suck him. It wasn t a purposeful
blowjob, rather a light touch of lips and tongue. Chuck seemed to be playing with his
cock, using his mouth, and Seven found himself sliding into the same dreamy state. It
took him a long time to come from this.
When he did, Chuck was still hard, but his eyes were more focused. He rolled them
onto their sides and curled around Seven.  Let me make love to you, he whispered.
 Love you like you always should have been.
Seven startled at the words from his dream, then relaxed. He was safe here.  Oh,
yes.
Chuck spooned in closer and slid into him without any pain at all. All Seven heard,
after the rustle of packaging, were whispers of how much Chuck loved him, how sweet
he was. He had never imagined anything could be so intense. It wasn t the painful
intensity that had sometimes left him clawing at mattresses and tile trying to get away,
but a wash of love and gentleness that rolled over him like a wave. He could only gasp
out  yes and make desperate little sounds in his throat as Chuck moved. He wasn t
hard again, but this felt too good to be real.
 I love you, Chuck said softly, kissing his neck and ear and shoulder and cheek,
anything he could reach. He pressed in deep, clutching Seven tightly and shuddered as
he came.
 Love you, Seven echoed, reaching for the tissues beside the bed. He didn t want to
leave Chuck to go wash up. He was almost asleep, Chuck s big body still wrapped
around him.
 Seven. Oh Seven, Chuck whispered, waking him up.  The folks really like you.
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 I like them too. He nuzzled Chuck s arm and Chuck kissed him.
 Sleepy, Chuck mumbled.  The stuff always does that.
 It s good. Gonna go dream now. Seven nestled in.
 Mmmhmmm, Chuck murmured, almost there himself.
* * * * *
Seven stands on a rocky outcropping at dawn. He recognizes it as the one in the Upper
Pasture, where they take the cows in June and August. Below him, a snake rests on a sandy
bank. The snake s skin is cloudy and its eyes are blue, like his own.
As he watches, it rubs against a rock, working at something. Slowly, the dull skin peels back,
dead and drab. The snake slithers out, his scales in a red and yellow pattern that Seven
recognizes as Chuck s tattoo. He watches as the sun rises, fascinated by the process of renewal.
The snake isn t poisonous, he knows this. He knows it will never hurt him, because it s
really Chuck. And it gleams shiny and new, the red and yellow scales bright as it basks in the
morning sun for a minute and then slithers off.
Seven sits and smiles, basking a little in the sun himself. The old snakeskin crumbles and
blows away as he watches.
Seven woke up. It was late morning by the light. He heard male voices from the
kitchen. He pulled his sleep-pants on and slipped down the hallway.
 He s a great guy, Chuck, he heard Charles saying.  I like Seven. I just worry that
you re moving too fast. I think you feel you owe him your life and that s clouding
everything right now.
 Dad, he owes me the same. He was going to try swimming the river to get into the
Lands.
Seven heard the clink of china.  A life-debt between you is not the best basis for a
relationship, son. And he s white.
 Dad! Chuck s voice grew sharp.  I can t believe you re holding that against him.
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