Sun Shines Brightly

Night Song/ Daphne

Sunshine's moist lips devour mine with complete urgency and he firmly presses his hand against the middle of my back, drawing me closer to him. A slight moan escapes my lips and I can't help but smile at him. He breaks our kiss, gazing down at me, and I see a sparkle in his eyes that I have not seen in many moons. For this moment, at least, I know my Sunshine is here with me, but I wonder how long it will last.

The last couple of months have been very difficult. My heart has ached often, because I could feel him drifting from me. I know in my heart he is still drifting, but right now he seems whole. He smiles as he speaks softly to me. "I have missed you, love."

I feel myself smiling shyly. "I have missed you too."

I can tell by the gleam in his eyes that he is remembering when we were younger. He leans down, and instead of kissing me on the lips, he playfully rubs his nose against mine, something we did as children. I remember when Sun Shines Brightly first came to our tribe. He and Serpent Moon were so sad and alone. One day I crawled over to him like I was a four legged animal and growled. He looked at me in shock, then laughed. I think that was the first time any of us heard his laughter, and shortly after came that beautiful smile. Quickly I pounced on top of him, rubbed my nose against his, and ran off. He chased after me and we have been together ever since.

Tenderly he reaches his hand to mine and entwines our fingers, guiding me to sit down on the sleeping pallet with him. When we sit I instantly move behind him and lovingly kiss his neck. He tilts his head to the side and I nuzzle into him, breathing heavily onto his warm skin. He shivers slightly, and I can't help but smile. Delicately I caress my hands up his bare back, kneading my thumbs into his sore muscles. Sunshine arches back and groans in satisfaction, and then turns his head to smile at me. I kiss him chastely on the lips then touch his silky braids. He bites his lower lip, and I know how these simple moments make him so happy. I kiss him on the cheek then carefully untie his braids, gently brushing my fingers through his long blonde locks. He shakes his head, letting the golden waves fall over his shoulders. I feel my breath hitch, and my heart skips a beat as I study his features which are, at the same time, that of a boy, and strong as a man. Even as he is here with me, I know deep within my soul he belongs to another, and it makes my heart hurt knowing that someday we will part.

Without thinking I desperately kiss him, needing that closeness to last just a little longer. I plunge my tongue deep inside his mouth, wanting to savor every moment with him that I can. Sunshine draws back from our heated kiss and I can see concern forming in his eyes

He tenderly brushes his finger against the side of my face and when he speaks there is worry in his voice. "Night Song, what troubles you so?"

I choke back my emotions and shake my head. "Please, let's not talk. I just...I want you to make love to me. I want to forget the last couple of months. I just want to for…"

Passionately he covers his lips over mine and slides his tongue into my mouth, letting me forget my pain. He guides me to lie down, then pulls back from our kiss, smiling down at me sadly. His eyes lock with mine and I can see his fear, and I know his pain. Slowly he rubs his hand against my neck and then glides his other one down to my breast. I gasp in pleasure as he delicately traces my nipple with his thumb.

Lovingly he kisses my neck then trails his tongue to my breast, tenderly circling my nipple then sucking it lightly. He closes his eyes tightly, and I know this is something he does not like to do, but he does it for me. I love that he would do anything to satisfy me. I have always wondered how much satisfaction he really gets when we make love.

Gradually he lowers himself down onto my body, placing sweet kisses down my torso. He licks a circle around my belly button and then glides his tongue inside. I feel my body arch into his as I gently run my fingers through his long hair.

I hear a moan escape his lips and I am happy to see he is getting some form of fulfillment from our intimacy. He looks up at me with lust in his eyes, then glides his hand down my side and leg. My breathing becomes labored when I feel him place his hand over my womanhood.

Gently I touch his chin and guide his head up to me, and meet his mouth in a passionate kiss. He then kisses my face and nuzzles his head in my neck, breathing hotly against the tender flesh. I can feel his hardness pressing firmly against my leg and I reach down between our bodies and untie his leggings

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Sun Shines Brightly/Justin

I look down at my wife with her long black locks caressing her shoulders and her deep brown eyes penetrating into my soul. And all I can think about is Brian, and his messy chestnut hair, and his beautiful hazel eyes. I lean down, kissing her again, trying to rid my mind of the images of him, but I can't. He is in every crevice of my thoughts, and I wonder what it would be like to kiss him, to make love with him. I close my eyes tightly and bury my head into Night Song's neck so she can't see the pain and confliction that is playing within my soul.

I hear Night Song gasp in ecstasy when I gently rub my thumb against her clitoris and then glide two fingers inside her. Her warmth heightens my own arousal and I remove my fingers, placing my manhood at her entrance, thrusting gently inside her. She cries out in pleasure, then hums, as we rock against each other. She lifts her hips to meet my thrusts, then wraps her arms and legs tightly around me, scratching her nails against my back. I gasp in pain then open my eyes, and seeing the throes of passion she is in, I instantly forgive her. I let myself find pleasure in the pleasure I am able to give her. My thoughts drift again to Brian, and all I can think about is his firm body and strong muscle tone. I fantasize about how I want him to kiss me, like I kiss my wife. How I want him to caress every inch of my body and make me his, feeling him inside me. I gasp when I feel my climax coming over me, and I thrust harder and harder until I find release.

Night Song's grip upon me becomes firmer as she moans in ecstasy. This is the loudest I have ever heard her during our lovemaking, and her orgasm sounds like a sweet song as it echoes through our teepee. Her body shakes underneath me and I feel the warmth of her release flow over me. I look down at her closed eyes, and lightly kiss her lids.

She opens them and smiles at me, softly touching my face. She whispers huskily, "We have...you have never...I…that was...it has never been like that before."

I smile at her and chuckle softly until I realize why I made her feel the way I just did. I close my eyes and feel guilt rush over me that I was thinking mostly of Brian and not her. That's why I made her feel so good, because I was not even thinking of her. How horrible can I be? I rest my head upon her chest, refusing to look at her because I am afraid she will see it in my eyes, and know the truth.

She delicately runs her hands over my back and speaks softly. "Sunshine, are you okay?"

My remorse begins to take over and my body starts to tremble. I can't begin to comprehend that I will hurt her. I can't believe the Gods would want me to leave this beautiful and caring woman.

Carefully I move from her embrace and turn to my side. She spoons up against me and the words that she speaks in my ear startle me. "You were thinking of the stranger just now, as you made love to me." I swallow hard and ignore her comment. She holds onto me more firmly and whispers. "Sunshine, it's okay. I know...I know that you have feelings for him."

With that I turn to her with anger in my voice, but I speak softly so no one can hear our confrontation. "You have no idea what you are talking about, woman." I close my eyes and immediately regret the tone I took with her. I have never spoken to her in such a degrading manner before.

She places her hand on my cheek, encouraging me to open my eyes. I do not see any anger in her brown orbs, only sadness, and the glistening of unshed tears. "I know, because I saw it in your eyes when I came to help you with him yesterday."

I look at her in wonder. "And this does not bother you?" She swallows hard and I continue, the anger returns to my voice and I try to keep it low. "Because it bothers me. I can't hurt you, Night Song. I can't hurt our family, and I cannot bring shame and pain upon this tribe. I hate the Gods for giving me these feelings. I hate them for taking away everyone I love or have ever loved. How can they take you away from me too? I can't live without you or our daughter. I barely even survived when father passed away. It brought back so many memories of when my family was attacked, and of losing my mother, father and uncle." I can barely hold back the emotion and pain in my voice, and I feel a tear escape my lashes. "But what hurts the most is, the spirits of my birth father and uncle come to me, but my mother has never come to me. Why does she not want to see me?

"When I was young I felt so lonely and I was in this new place with people I did not understand. I had been taught to think of you as savages, and then that was not the case. Serpent Moon and I were welcomed into your village and raised by a wonderful man who I miss so much. He gave us a new life. He took me under his wing and showed me how to live and survive with my spiritual gifts, then he was taken away from me as well. I lose everyone I love. It's not fair. I can't lose you too."

Night Song wraps her arms around me and kisses me softly on the forehead, trying to calm my shattered nerves. "You will not lose me. I promise, no matter what you do in your life, or where you go, or what path the spirits guide you on, I will never leave you. She draws back and looks me in the eyes, speaking to me pointedly. "To answer your question, yes, it bothers me. As your wife it hurts to know my husband is looking at another, but as your best friend, all I want is for you to be happy." The tears flow from her and she shakes as we hold each other.

After Night Song drifts to sleep I gently caress her back, thanking the Gods for bringing this wonderful woman to me. Without her, I am not sure if I would have ever survived in this world I was adopted into. A world where I had to prove myself, and had to be stronger than most. Nor could I show my fear, or the emotions I held deep within me. If I wanted the respect of the other men I needed to be more ruthless, heartless and at times show no mercy. Sometimes I could feel myself becoming the savage that I dislike, even thought most of the men in our tribe are good men. But this is a harsh existence that requires strength and will. I knew I had to be stronger, because I was different, and not of their blood or heritage. Even though I always felt as though I was inherently of native blood, deep within my soul. I had to prove myself by working and fighting harder, and letting the other men's cruel words roll off of me. I am thankful to have had Eagle Whisper in my life. He showed me what a true man was, and with him I could be myself. He never judged me or looked down upon my tears or heartbreak.

My thoughts drift to my cousin. I love Serpent Moon for being with me and keeping our true heritage alive by talking to me in our family's tongue. I know it frustrated her that I never spoke it back. It's not that I did not want to, but I couldn't. If I did, it would show that I was different. That I was not a part of the tribe. With Serpent Moon, the women accepted her, and taught her the ways of the tribe. Life was not always easy for her either, but in many ways she did not have to deal with the things I did, which I am thankful for. I always tried to take the brunt of the scrutiny from the younger tribe members. It seems like it was the boys who were the cruelest.

The women were all mothers to us, yet it was Walks With Wolves that I felt more of a kindred spirit to. Eagle Whisper once told me it was because our spirits were connected. I always felt I was close to her because she was also alone. When she was young she married and had a little boy. I was told by Father that the little boy was three years old when he had been found dead in the river. He had horrible wounds and bruises covering his small body. The part that always frightened me the most is they believe it was her husband who did this awful crime. He disappeared the same night, and no one has heard anything from him since. For the most part no one really speaks about it. There is an eerie silence about the whole situation. Once, when I was younger I asked her about her husband, and I can still remember the fear and pain in her eyes. She gently kissed me upon the forehead. "Do not worry yourself of him. He cannot hurt you now." Her words confused me at the time.

Laying here with my wife in my arms I watch as the sun begins to rise, and I listen to the birds chirping. All I can think about is the pain of losing a child. Now that I am older I realize why Walks With Wolves was like a mother to me. Her cryptic statement now makes sense and I strongly believe that I am the spirit of her son, who was murdered all those years ago. Sometimes I have memories and images that I wish not to see.

Deep in thought I carefully move Night Song off my chest and lay her down. Her eyes flutter for a moment, and then she settles back into sleep. I stand up, pulling my leggings back on, and quietly walk over to my daughter's sleeping pallet. Cautiously, I pull the wool blanket to the side, looking down at my sleeping angel. Her blonde hair is like silk and her cheeks are rosy from the heat of our teepee. She is so beautiful. I can't believe she is already a year old.

I kneel down next to her, softly caressing her hair. I feel my emotions building when I think I could possibly lose her, and I know I can't let that happen. Not thinking, I pick her up and hold her close to my chest. I am startled when I hear her giggle and feel her tiny hands on my face. "Da!" she calls out excitedly then kisses my cheek, making a loud smacking sound.

Playfully I tousle her hair. "Did you miss me?" She giggles and nods her head.

I nuzzle my nose against hers and she giggles again, then claps her hands. Then she climbs out of my embrace and holds her small hands out to me. I am surprised when she says, "Da, wok."

I feel the mist in my eyes again as she lets go of my hand and toddles away from me. I notice she is about to stumble, and quickly grab her, lifting her back into my arms. I lightheartedly spin in circles and tickle her. She laughs and smiles up at me. I stop spinning and just hold her close, feeling her small heart beating against my chest. I am taken off guard when I hear her little voice. "Uv yu da."

Gently I draw her closer to me. "I love you too, my sweet Morning Willow." My thoughts instantly turn to Walks With Wolves and I can't even begin to comprehend losing a child in such a horrific way.

We hear someone clear their throat and we turn to see Night Song smiling at us both. I carry Morning Willow back to our bed for a family snuggle.

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Brian

"Good morning." Sun Shines Brightly enters the teepee, setting a full pail of water on the ground. "Did Serpent Moon take good care of you?"

I look up blearily from my bed where Serpant Moon had propped me up to a sitting position with a pile of hides earlier that morning. She had woken me up to clean out my wound, fed me some sort of goo for breakfast, and then had left me on my own while she tended to some chores. "Yeah, swell," I answer.

He smiles at me. "I take it you are not a friend of the morning?"

"Good guess, Sunshine," I return snidely.

He disregards my foul mood and starts to fiddle with his potions. If he caught that I called him Sunshine he doesn't let on. "I'm sorry I had to leave you last night. I was needed in my own home."

"Yeah, so I heard," I snort. I had woken in the night to hear the unmistakable sounds coming from a nearby teepee. For some reason I knew it was Sunshine and his wife.

He turns bright red, ducking his head, and I have to suppress a laugh. "Well, Sunshine," I comment. "I don't think this is what they meant when they came up with the term 'redskin'.

I smile as he blushes even harder. "We don't care for that term," he replies softly.

"Hey, no offense. I was just teasing."

He nods and continues with his work in silence for a moment. He lifts my bandage and puts some kind of poultice on and then raises his eyes to mine. "How did you get shot?" he asks suddenly.

I meet his gaze and quickly run different scenarios through my mind. His blue eyes somehow blaze through me and I decide to tell him the truth. I shrug. "Stagecoach robbery. Things didn't go quite like we planned."

His eyes widen. "You were robbing the stage?"

Normally I don't feel guilty about what I do. It's just who I am, and considering who my father was, I guess you could say I was born to it. But with this strange man looking into my eyes I'm beginning to feel a small niggling of shame regarding my chosen profession. "Yes," I answer quietly. "I was robbing it with two other men. I got shot and they left me for dead."

"Why would you do such a thing? Stealing is wrong," he says reproachfully.

"Nothing else to do." I shrug again trying to brush off his disapproving stare.

Before he can say anything else, a tiny child totters into the tent, followed by the young woman I recognize to be his wife. Sunshine's face lights up with a bright smile, and I suddenly see how he got his name. He coaxes the little girl as she slowly makes her way into his arms. I am struck by the thought of my own son, who is just a bit younger than this child. The young woman says something to him in their own language and it looks as though she is apologizing. He just smiles and kisses her cheek, then she turns to me and smiles hesitantly, but there is something else in her eyes as well that I can't quite read. She then picks up the baby and moves out of the tent. Sunshine's eyes follow them out and they are filled with pride, but I see a flicker of sadness there as well.

"Was that your wife and child?" I ask, pulling him out of his reverie, even though I already know it was.

"Yes," he answers. "That was Night Song and Morning Willow. My wife apologizes for the interruption. Morning Willow was asking for me. She is just learning to walk and likes me to watch." He smiles proudly.

"It was no problem," I answer. "They are both beautiful," I comment and he nods in reply, obviously proud of his family.

He takes a pot of hot water from the fire and pours it into a large bowl. Then he moves to the pail by the door and adds some of that water to the bowl. He is working in silence, and I wonder if that is by choice or if he is still disturbed by how I got my injury. He turns back to me and lifts off my blankets, heading for the opening of my pants. When I don't protest he glances up at my face. "I thought you might like a bath."

"I didn't figure you were trying to take advantage of me," I smirk as I lift up my ass a bit so he can pull my pants off.

He blushes again and it makes my stomach flip and my dick harden. What can I say? He is a beautiful man. He sucks in his breath and moves as if to leave and give me some privacy. I reach out and place a hand on his arm. "My bath water is getting cold, Sunshine," I chide gently.

"Oh, but...I...I thought you might...."

I smile at him to try and put him at ease. "A bath sounds mighty good right now. I'm not ashamed of my body or the fact that I find you attractive. Do I embarrass you?"

I can see him try to gather his wits. "No, of course not," he finally answers, lifting his chin with a slightly defiant air. "Why would you think you could embarrass me?"

"Could be that blush," I answer.

"You seem a very confident man, Brian," he replies. "For someone who is so dishonest."

I love how my name sounds on his lips. His English is very good, but he speaks it with an odd lilt, no doubt from spending so many years speaking his adopted language. I find it very sexy. "I am not dishonest," I protest as he begins to soap my feet and legs.

He snorts. "You rob stagecoaches! What is that, if not dishonest?"

"That's stealing, not lying. My father was a cheat and a liar. I don't ever lie."

He just gives a little shake of his head that infuriates me. I reach down and take his chin into my hands so he has to look me in the eye. "I could have lied to you about how I got shot, but I didn't. I. Don't. Lie," I repeat.

He looks a little frightened so I let him go. "All right, I believe you," he replies. Meanwhile he has moved up my legs and has reached my private parts. He hands me the cloth. "Here, perhaps you'd like to..."

I hand it back and lean back in my bed. "My side is still giving me some trouble. You go ahead."

I smile to myself as I see the now familiar blush creep across his cheeks again. He takes a deep breath and resolutely begins to wash my cock and balls. Oh, God, that feels good. I grit my teeth, trying not to let on how much I'm enjoying it. He is stroking my cock a little with his soapy hand and just when it starts to get interesting he stops suddenly and rinses. He looks up at me slyly and I can tell he was teasing me on purpose. "So, you like men," he says casually. I can tell he wants to know more, but I can also see he's not quite ready for it.

I blow out a frustrated breath. "Yes, and you are a tease."

"You deserved it," he answers.

"What about you? Do you find men attractive?" I ask.

His eyes snap up to mine. "I am married to a woman."

He moves up to begin cleaning my stomach and chest, carefully working around the wound in my side. "That is not what I asked," I reply. It hasn't escaped me that his body has reacted to this little bath as much as mine has.

"I am happy with Night Song," he says firmly. I choose to let it go for the moment. I don't want to upset him any further. He gently moves me forward so he can reach my back and I hiss with pain. "I'm sorry does this hurt too much?"

"No." I shake my head. "It's fine. It feels good to have my back washed. I was getting itchy. I can't remember the last bath I had. I hate being grimy."

He huffs out a laugh. "That's a funny thing for a criminal to say."

"Well, not all criminals enjoy being filthy," I retort. "I don't suppose you have my saddle bags do you? I should have some clean clothes in there."

"Yes, they are over there." He points to the other side of the teepee. "Though, you won't be getting up for a few more days, so you may as well remain nude while you are in bed. It makes it easier to care for you."

"You just want to look at my body," I laugh.

"You do have a beautiful body," he returns shyly, much to my surprise. "I would like to do a rendering of you sometime."

"You are an artist?"

He nods. "Yes, among other things."

He is done with my bath and covers the lower half of my body with a blanket. Suddenly I don't want him to leave me alone yet. "I have a child too. A son," I blurt out. I don't know why I just told him that. There is only one other person who knows.

"You do?" he asks in surprise. "So you are married?"

"No, I'm not. His mother is a friend of mine. I told you I like men."

"So the child is a bas..."

"NO!" I exclaim before he can finish. "Gus is not a bastard."

"I'm sorry." He looks contrite. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't. Lindsay is married to another man. She had been married for awhile and hadn't gotten pregnant. She began to suspect that either she or her husband were unable to have children. She asked me to sleep with her and sure enough, after the first time, she became pregnant with Gus."

"Her husband does not know?"

"Hell, no! David would kill me and maybe even her and the baby. Sometimes he can be an ass."

"She is not afraid he will find out?"

"Nah. You are the only other person that knows. You won't tell, will you?" He shakes his head solemnly and I smile. "She wanted a baby so badly. I think she is not entirely happy in her marriage and she was lonely."

"It does not bother you that another man will raise your son?"

I shake my head. "I'm not exactly the fatherly type."

"You are a good friend to do that for her," he says as if it does not fit in with the opinion he has of me. He leans in closer to me and takes up the damp cloth again, running it over my face. "Though, I will say that if the boy has your eyes, you should not spend any amount of time with your friend's husband. I have never seen eyes such as yours before." He reaches up and brushes a lock of hair from my forehead. "If those eyes bred true, this David will know that Gus really belongs to you."

I reach my own hand up to his hair and finger one of his braids. Such a beautiful color and so soft. I wonder how it would feel loose in my hands and against my skin. "Justin," I whisper his true name softly, and his eyes open wide.

"Serpent Moon told you?" he whispers back.

I nod slightly and find myself leaning in closer to his face, wanting suddenly to kiss him. He doesn't pull away.

We hear a noise outside and he jumps away from me as if he has been burned. The tent flap opens and Serpent Moon enters. She eyes us critically for a moment before speaking to him. "Sunshine, Chief Thunder Cloud wants to see you."

Sunshine sighs. "Yes, I'll be there in a moment." She nods and ducks back out.

"Will you be in trouble because you brought me here?" I ask him.

"No," he answers quickly. I stare at him and he smiles a little. "Yes...maybe. I have to go find out."

"All right. You'll come back soon?"

He looks torn, but when our eyes meet I see the surrender there and he nods. "Yes. Soon," he answers me. I reach out and briefly touch his hair again before he gets up to go.

When Sunshine leaves I groan out loud and roll over onto my good side, reaching for my cock. I hope Serpent Moon doesn't come back anytime soon or she's going to get an eyeful.