Red West III.

Chapter twenty eight - Constraint

He had been pondering Nayati's behavior and there was only one conclusion he came to in the end. The Indian seemed to despise him on the surface, but at the same time, he desperately wanted to keep him close, at his side. There were not many possibilities why he wanted that. Nayati might have been curious about him, trying to find out what was behind his motivation to help the Indians in the reservation. He had already noticed this kind of curiosity in him before. Though, there was also one more option, but Kame did not like to think about it, because he was here at the Indian's mercy.

According to what he did before, when they fell on the ground, Nayati seemed to be somewhat attracted to him. Nevertheless, Kame was not sure about what kind of attraction it was and if Nayati would succumb to it. Would it be wise to make the Indian admit it or not?

Breathing slow and deep, he was trying to find an answer to how he should behave, how to make Nayati understand and help him.

Then, something started to bother him and tore him out of his pondering.

Opening his eyes, he found Nayati sitting right next to him, literally staring at him with his dark eyes. Kame returned his look unmoving and then, he leant forward. "What do you want from me, Nayati?"

What the Indian did then, Kame did not exactly expect.

He moved so quickly that he would not manage to move away even if he could and knocked him to the ground. Nayati lowered himself and just as before, he took a deep inhale of Kame's scent. His expression turned pensive as he observed Kame's face as if looking for something.

Kame took a deep, little shaky breath, gathering courage to speak openly. "I don't know if you want to eat, kill or fuck me, but I've had enough of this game, so stop being such a dam coward and just do it!"

Nayati stared at him with his eyes wide.

"So, what it's gonna be?" Kame urged on him already upset and damn tired of trying to get any clear reaction from the other man.

The Indian seemed to be frozen up in one moment and in the next, his lips were pressed against Kame's and his harsh, hot tongue slipped between them, trying to penetrate in his mouth. It was a wet, hungry and conquering kiss, which tightened up Kame's throat.

So, I was right... he thought.

Not that he would be happy about it. Now he had to handle this as well.

When he felt a hard hand slipping under the covers, heading low, he managed to shake the surprise off and jerked with his head to escape.

"Let go, Nayati," he hissed and pushed with his tied hands against his chest. "I said let go!"

With no care to reply, Nayati leant down even closer to him, pressing against him hard, trying to slip with his hand under Kame's trousers.

"Don't...!"

The rest of his protest was stopped by Nayati's mouth on his lips and his tongue forcing his way through again. Kame was too weak against the rested and muscular Indian. Terrified, he tried to shake him off again, kicking. He ended up rewarded with the wave of sharp pain in his right leg.

Nayati straightened up, looking defiantly in his eyes. "Calm down," he stated hoarsely. "You want."

"Why the hell you think that!" Kame snapped. "Go to... hell!" he finally managed to kick the Indian's stomach with his left knee and rolled away.

It was damn clear now, what Nayati wanted to do, but he was not eager to find out what it would be like.

"This is it?" he snapped at the Indian before his horny rescuer could make another move. "This is how you behave in Crow tribe? Taking an advantage of those who cannot fight back?"