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Almul has a nightmare, Alzu tries to help. 

Warning for a nightmare involving something that, though technically non-sexual, is probably best termed ‘rape’. 

Strong hands forcing
buckles apart despite their feeble efforts to struggle free, bare human skin
somehow not parting under their claws, muffled skreels for help going unheard
as the pool of Alzu’s blood started to soak into their back and stain their
cloak-

Clasps clamping down
painfully tight, fixing their plating around unpleasantly shifting limbs and
damp, wet skin, their last few scraps of mobility vanishing as a being far
stronger than them forced them to move-

Oh-so-familiar despair
and helplessness sinking in again as their vision started to fade out, as the
sounds around them dimmed, as their voice gave out, as their entire frame was
pressed around the body of the being who was controlling them, forcing them to move, their entire
world fading to nothing but the sensation of someone inside them-

Alzu was dead, and the
being who had killed them had caught Almul, wasn’t hurt by their claws, wasn’t
burned by their flame, was stronger than them and had them prisoner and they
couldn’t get away, and Almul’s last
coherent act was a silent scream of panic as their claws tried to clench on
nothing and failed-

 

“Almul, hey- hey, wake
up-“

 

Suddenly, the clammy heat inside them and the sticky, hot
puddle against their back vanished, replaced by coolness against their back and
a familiar, soft, comfortable warmth
sprawled across their front. Correction: sprawled across them, wrapped around
them, and licking their helm.

And somebody was screaming.

Oh. Their voice was back.

Bewildered, Almul trailed off and stared up at the
blackness, claws flexing on whatever they were hooked int- ah, no, that felt
like thick fur and skin, and this was Alzu,
alive and warm and now bleeding but
only thanks to them-

And the seemingly invincible human was gone. Just Alzu- hugging them and licking gently at their helm.

What… what had just-

“Ah, fuck- ah’m sorry, Almul. Figured you’d be sleepin’ f’
awhile, ran off t’ get some supplies- an’ then I come back an’ yer screamin’
yer li’l helm off. Shh-shh, ‘s okay- ‘s jus’ me. I gotcha. Ain’t hurtin’ ya.
Ain’t no one here, shush, I gotcha. Now, ah… take yer claws outta my
shoulders?” Alzu asked softly, letting his head rest gently on Almul’s
shoulder, and loosened his grip on them slightly. “Ain’t no good tryin’ t’ let
y’ sleep alone, huh? Easy, sh-“

Almul’s vision flickered back into existence, and they
chirped out a quick apology as they removed their claws from Alzu’s hide,
leaning up to see if he was- no, no, he wasn’t bleeding much, his fur had
gotten in the way, he was probably-

He was alive, Alzu
was alive, Almul was free, no one was hurting either of them-

Almul made a soft, rattling, sobbing noise, shaking all over, and buried their face in Alzu’s
shoulder. Pressing up against him, they rocked slowly, whining, arms tight around
Alzu’s frame, clinging with everything that they had to the one who kept them safe-

Safe from people, safe from the weather, from their own mind.

Quivering, Almul tried to curl into a ball with Alzu,
chattering softly as he obliged them and curled with them. Pushing into Alzu as
much as they could, they tried to rock into his frame, doing their absolute
best to just melt into him and into the ground.

“Yeah, there we go- shh. Ah, Hell- you’d be cryin’ now if ya
could, wouldn’ ya? Poor thing- heard ya screamin’ all th’ way back on th’ road,
an’ you got plenty t’ be screamin’ about. A’ight… tha’s it. No lettin’ you
sleep alone. M’kay- you keep clingin’, y’ rattle-cry all y’ want, I am gonn’
sit up an’ try out- look, I got polishin’ stuff. Lemme get you all shined up-
gonn’ make ya look pretty. Lemme know if any o’ this ain’t comfy.”

Alzu didn’t try to get loose of Almul’s grip, but he did
wiggle until he had the top half of himself free and could reach his bag.
“A’ight. I got good scrubby sand, a new scrubbin’ cloth, an’ some oil. Talked
t’ the local armorer, asked ‘er ‘bout magical armor, an’ she says this ain’t
gonn’ mess wi’ anything. Didn’ tell ‘er what kind of magical, don’ worry. I figure- we get you all shiny, you
prob’ly feel nice.”

Crooning softly, he started on a spot on Almul’s shoulder,
rubbing firmly with a cloth coated in the sand and oil. It easily cleared away
the assorted dirt, and, after a bit more work, it removed the thin outer layer
of dingy plating. Alzu had figured out at that point that Almul apparently
shed- as their outer plating began to tarnish, it would eventually be easy
enough to scrub loose, but the thickness of their plating never decreased.
Presumably they grew more somehow. That also explained why their lighter scars faded
away, why only the scars that went entirely through plating stayed over time.
Interesting, and helpful. Besides- as Alzu scrubbed away the ready-to-shed
bits, there was a soft sheen revealed underneath, and it looked nice. Hopefully
he could get Almul cleaned up enough to see that nice shine everywhere.

Soothed more than slightly by the pleasant scrubbing, Almul
gradually stilled, their shuddering easing away. Chirruping quietly, they
pushed their face into Alzu’s shoulder again, hugging close, and began to knead
softly at what they could reach of his back. Okay, maybe this could… could they
apologize? They’d dug their claws into Alzu, hurt him, and, oh- he was so good to them, he didn’t deserve that, he
deserved good things. And that- that was much nicer to think about than what
had just been happening, so they were just going to lay here, rub at Alzu’s
back, and try to decide what else to do.

By the time Alzu had finished scrubbing both their forearms,
they had a plan. Chirping quietly, they wriggled until they got free of him,
then immediately climbed up onto his back and straddled his hips, just above
his tail. A tail which immediately started to wag much harder, especially as
Alzu placed both hands between his shoulder blades.

Azu instinctively pushed up into the weight, propping
himself up on his elbows to look over his shoulder, then relaxed a bit and just
aimed a lazy grin up at Almul. “Hey- get yer rusty ass back down here, I gotta
finish cleanin’ you. Can’t reach ya if yer up ther- ooh. Ooh. Ah, m’kay, thiiis is not quite what I intended to- nnh, nope,
not complainin’. Yeah, that is nice.”

Slumping down against the ground, Alzu laid his head down
and just relaxed, eyes fluttering shut as the heels of Almul’s hands pressed
against the areas just below his shoulder blades. “Ah, yeah… mmh. Li’l bit in?
Yyyyeah. ‘S too bad you ain’t gotta dick, otherwise y’ could fuck me an’ do
that at th’ same time, an’ you know how much people like it when I do that t’ ‘em.
We gotta get y’ a fake cock, strap ‘er onta ya, an’ then we have some fun. Ooh- y’ wann’ try?”

Much calmer now, Almul massaged gently up and down Alzu’s
back, everywhere they could easily reach except the bleeding spots. They
thought about the suggestion for a moment, then shrugged and nodded, definitely
intrigued. What- that was something that could be done? They wouldn’t feel it, of course, but it would
probably be fun. Good noises from Alzu, probably.

And definitely a much more pleasant thing to consider than
some other thoughts that wanted out.

Hm. Come to think of it, Alzu distracting them with touch,
attention, and talk of sex was very in-character.

Nice.

They’d have to let him continue polishing them once they
were done rubbing his back. But first- this. See if he kept making pleasant
noises. Maybe see if this was the sort of contact that led to people becoming
aroused. Then again- Alzu might not be a good measure for what got people
turned on. A lot of things got Alzu turned on.

Though, apparently, not this. Maybe because his crotch was
pressed against the ground? Or maybe just the wrong sort of attention. Almul
could try to ask later, but, for now, rubbing.

And not thinking
about before.

Not right now.

Maybe eventually, but not right now.