Our Love
by Huh Chuh

Our Love (with some reference to the X-Files)
by Huh Chuh

He loves me. He really loves me. His shout of glee rang through the house. Who would have thought that I would ever be lovable? I'm still a bad boy; but, he likes me that way! It's so cool!

He accepts me, my clinginess, my faults, my flaws, all of me. He likes me, scars and all. He likes me even with my doubts of self. He hates it when I'm mean to me. As agreed, he hurts me for hurting myself. He spanks harder than any man that I've ever known before. His spanks enter my heart and affect me as no other.

I love him. He seems to love me. Funny, his loving words and tender caresses affect me more than any spank. It's odd that he cares enough to protect me from the elements of our lives.

Oddly enough, I've paired up with a national government authoritarian. Me, the national bad boy, loves a fibby. They love smearing his name by putting us together in newspaper photos. He proclaims, "Aspersions to my character be damned! I love you." The quiet strength and determination of his voice moves me to love him all over again. We have lost popularity of late in the papers. I hope that it stays this way.

The trio of Lone Gunmen even checked out the apartment for my fibbie, Walter. I never thought that Walter would ask them to help him. It's another example of how he adapts to protect us for our ultimate survival. He reminds me of a mother bear protecting her cubs.
"Sweetheart", I call out to him from my supine position on _our_ bed. Smiling remembering the time spent here, I ask, "Am I your little boy? Is that why you spank me?" His chuckle filters towards me from the bathroom.

He joins me after drying off, slipping beneath me, holding me. His quiet bass voice rumbles into me, filling my ears with his soothing tones. "I am yours. You are mine. We love one another." His lips nudge at the base of my neck, kissing and nudging in one motion. His teeth find my ear tugging it gently, tasting and using me. Even his weirdness fills a previously unknown empty place in me. He satisfies an ache within me. He soothes the itch and eases the soreness of the rash of desire that fills me. He fills me with his cock and satisfies me with his soul.

As he nips at my earlobe, he tells me about his perceptions of me. "You are my lover, my partner, my spouse, my father, my uncle, my grandfather, my little boy, and so much more. I love you as you are, Sweetheart." The tender caresses flow and mix with the nips and nudges. Lost in a world of sensory delight, I hear, see, and understand our possessions. We own one another. Love one another. Protect each other. Care for each other. This care sometimes encompasses a bit of harm for our overall greater good. So, he spanks me. I nibble back my understanding, making soft mewling sounds in the back of my throat. He moans at the purring, loving every moment of our time together.

I own him as he owns me. We express our love through our many actions, some with pain and others with pleasure. He tortures me with loving kisses and caresses as I grow more and more impatient to feel him in me. His gentle swats mixed with caresses turn to heavier swats with questing fingers, releasing such emotion which turn my visage into a portrait of pleasure. Sometimes, pleasure turns to pain and other times pain becomes pleasure. We never know which to expect from the other. Through it all, our love speaks clearly.

He knows me better than any other. I love him more than meager words express. We satisfy one another, filling the empty places and abetting the busier spaces.

This is but an interlude of my life.

by Alex Krycek

The End
 
 

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