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The man must have really hit his head, Liam thought. _He never showed this much emotion toward anything before or perhaps that was just against me._ He felt a bit awkward about the whole moment. Still Liam stood up and took away the plate. He placed it on a side table and went to refill the glass with water as Mr. Matthias spoke about his surgeries. At least he could afford them and they would work. They didn't even knew what was wrong with his mother. "I am glad they can fix those things up. It will take time, but I am sure you will be up on your feet in no time." He placed the glass on the side table and froze for a second by the next question. Liam let out a dry laugh.

"No sir... I guess we have not." _Mostly because you would never had allowed it. Never._ Liam took a seat again. "My free time... I mostly work, cooking and sleeping." He thought a bit more. "Once I finish up here did I head home, had a snack and then went out again. But I do like to listen on music if that counts."

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Matthias chuckled, "It sounds like you enjoy most things you do here for work. Hopefully it didn't get too tiresome for you," he said with a sigh, the comment made from his absent-minded lack of attention,

Then, Matthias started coughing, holding his uninjured hand to his mouth as his body was wracked with spasms. He breathed heavily afterwards, closing his eyes momentarily before he looked back at Liam. "What sort of music do you listen to?" he asked, as if their conversation had not been interrupted by his violent coughing fit.

[User] _Not really... but the pay isn't bad... and the lord isn't so bad looking either._ Liam thought and just smiled at the man. Then he suddenly start coughing really bad and Liam went to refill the glass with water. "Drink some. It will feel better." He said and went to put their plats away on another side table before he took a seat by the bed again. "I like hard rock. Like Hammerfall or Metallica." He smiled, but Liam was starting to get a bit uncomfortable with all these personal questions. "How about a round of cards? Do you play?"

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Matthias took the glass gratefully. He started slowly, but soon the glass was empty. He breathed out with relief and set the empty glass on the nightstand.

He smiled at Liam's answer. "My father would have never let me listen to such, as he called it, filth," but Matthias chuckled at the description. "Not that I have a problem with it, though it can get a bit loud," he said, a pause as he decided what adjective to use.

"And I prefer chess, but yes, cards would be nice. I actually think," he leaned over, though he winced slightly, to open the drawer of the night stand, and with a small grin pulled out a deck of standard cards. "The doctor knows his trade," he chuckled as he held them out to Liam. "Care to deal?"

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Their next few days together was somewhat event less, but Liam was glad that he could get along with the other man surprisingly well. He thought they would be argue over silly things like old times, but they did not. It was either that or Matthias was simply still too tired from the accident. Liam had at least got him to leave the bedroom. The maids was glad for it so they could go in and do a huge clean up. Change the sheets and let in some fresh air.

"So... I just wanted to remind you..." Liam handed the man a glass of water. "That I will be away for a few hours tomorrow."

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Matthias had had the three surgeries, which went without complication, but for the time.being he looked a bit worse for the ware. When Liam voiced a concern, Matthias simply told him it was part of the healing process. He now had a glass eye, and though his arm needed to remain immobilized for some time, he was told by his physical therapist that they would work on getting him to walk again within the next two weeks.

When Matthias was awake, outside of times when Liam helped him eat, they continued with games like cards, chess, and backgammon, while Matthias frequently asked questions about Liam's life. He dismissed questions about himself that Liam had the courage to ask, usually waving his hand and giving a vague answer before he moved on to a new topic.

Matthias especially appreciated it when Liam helped him go outside, as he didn't have the strength to push his wheelchair on his own with only his one good arm. Liam had already known there was a large garden on the property, but gardening hadn't been a part of his tasks, so he hadn't gotten the chance to really experience them yet.

Matthias showed Liam his favorite spot, where there was a small pond with Koi fish, connected to a miniature creek that ran around the perimeter of the backyard grounds. There were dozens if not hundreds of types of bushes, flowers, and trees, many of which were not able to be obtained locally, but had been shipped from exotic places all over the world.

On Saturday, when Liam reminded Matthias about his visit to his mother, they were under a large though trimmed weeping willow near the pond in the backyard. Matthias looked over at Liam and blinked twice, having been lost in thought. After the extra moment it took to process what the other had said, Matthias nodded. "Of course. It is what we.agreed upon, after all," he said as he took the glass from the other and drank it slowly. He still had coughing fits from time to time, so he now ate and drank things quite slowly. "What time will you be back?" Matthias asked.

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It was so strange how much he felt the Lord change. He was like a new person and Liam wasn't sure why the other kept asking him so much about him. Maybe to get to know him? Liam's family was small and he was living in a small apartment downtown. Liam had still went there to get mails, watering the flowers and just checking so everything was OK. He had not told Matthias ver specific things about his home or himself. If the Lord could wave things away so could he. He didn't need to tell everything, right?

They had starting to spend more time outside in the amazing yard. Liam loved this place and was glad that the weather was nice so they could eat outside... "I think I will be back around 17 or so." Liam watched the other cough hard once more. "I have you spoke with the doctor about these coughs?"

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Matthias cleared his throat a few more times, took a long, slow drink of water, and waved his hand slightly at Liam's comment. "It's just my body recovering. My immune system is somewhat dampened from my body trying to heal so many things at once, so it should go away on it's own eventually." He coughed quietly twice more, swallowed, then seemed fine.

"Excellent, back in time for dinner," he commented, going back to the topic of his last question. It was clear that Matthias now greatly enjoyed sharing his meals with Liam, though twice a week he shared a private meal with his doctor. The man would then come speak with Liam, away from Matthias to get "the honest situation" as the doctor put it, as he said "that damned man doesn't give me straight answers unless I beat it out of him," Liam once heard the doctor say under his breath just before he'd left.

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"In time for dinner." Liam nodded. "I still think you should tell your doctor about the coughs so it does not become any worse. I know you are under recover, but that does not mean you are immune from a simply cold."

They sat outside for a while longer and Liam helped the lord inside before he went to his mother. But he did send the doctor a text about the lord's health before he left. Matthias often avoided the harder subject like he could decided on his own what kind of info was good or not. Liam wished he would stop those silly things. He was sure that things would become so much better.

Liam was late. Not like a few minutes or a half hour. No. Liam was almost three hours late when he finally walked through the front door. He felt exhausted. So very tired, like he was carrying the world on his shoulder. Liam slowly took off his shoes slowly and just stood in the hall for a few seconds to collect himself. It had been a hard visiting this time.


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"I suppose there's no way to really be sure I'm trustworthy, but if I planned on killing some poor farmer from a town in the middle of nowhere, I wouldn't have paid to give you a bath and a room first." Alekso filled one more cup with water and handed it to Roran, then sat back in his chair and crossed his legs. He reached up and finished unraveling his braid as he spoke, combing out the wild black waves with his fingers.

"I would have chosen to camp in the woods, but my horse received a small gash in her flank a week ago and needed warmer shelter to bed down in until she healed. The innkeep of this place is a detestable cur. He employs urchins to steal coin from the drunkards that inhabit this hole, and preys on any attractive young men and women fool enough to get drunk in this place. You should have seen the way his eyes lit up when I started drinking that wine. I was thinking I might kill him before I leave this town."

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Roran felt bile rise in his throat at the talk of what the innkeeper did to people. Just think, he might have been one of them, had he been a bit more presentable. Getting drunk had sounded like a lovely idea until now, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the talk of killing him. Did the innkeep deserve it? Probably. But the talk of killing, killing anyone, made him recall images he wished he'd forget. His fingers tightened around the cup in his hands, and he wouldn't look at Alekso' face.

"Okay, so you aren't here to kill me then," Roran said slowly, thinking each word through before he said it. "But why are you helping me?" That was the real question here. Roran had no money, nothing to give Alekso except maybe his body, and while he was desperate, he didn't think he was quite desperate enough to whore himself out to strangers for their aid.

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"You might not find this answer particularly heartwarming, but it's because I'm bored." Alekso raked his now-smooth hair back from his face, his pale blue eyes gilded gold by the lamplight. "I don't have anything to do at the moment. I'm just traveling, looking for jobs. I don't even particularly need the gold. If you need my help, I will help. Once I begin a job, I don't quit unless the client turns out to have been lying to me. Which I don't think you are."

Alekso's gaze raked up and down Roran's form. Strong arms, hands callused from a life of hard farm work, skin paler than it should have been because of the dirt, but still sun-kissed. A farm boy through and through. "Was it raiders? Bandits come and steal from your farm?" He pushed up from his chair and walked around the bed, grabbing something on the floor just out of sight. He returned to the table and set down three things. The first two were a pair of oddly curved swords made of a strange golden metal that gleamed like fire in the low light of the room. The second was a dark metal mask fashioned into the snarling face of a wolf, dinged and scratched from years of fighting.

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"Which brings me back to my earlier question... I'm not sure I should trust you..." Roran said softly, rubbing his cheek against his shoulder. Tears welled in his eyes again at the next line of questioning, but he blinked them away before they could spill, and he didn't break down again, even though the mangled bodies of his parents were fresh in his mind, all the blood, the fire that had started to lick at the house by the time Roran finally gave up searching for Riven and hit the road, the way the smoke burned his throat and eyes, the blood that seeped into his clothes as he knelt by his mother, trying to get her to wake up even though he knew she never would.

"Soldiers," he said softly, running his finger around the rim of his cup. He looked up when Alekso moved, and watched while he brought out the swords and the mask. He shrunk back from the blades slightly, not wanting to look at any weapons at the moment. "I didn't see them, I was in town at the time. According to man on the neighboring farm, they were wearing the colors of Lord Hannon, from Beon. They---" his voice broke and he had to wipe at his eyes. "They killed my mother and my father, but I couldn't find my sister anywhere, alive or---" he took a deep breath before continuing. "I think they might have taken her. If she's alive, I have to find her. She's all I have left, they burned the fields and the house and set all the animals lose. I..." he had to stop again, another wave of helplessness washing over him. "Besides a few pieces of gold, I don't have anything."

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"Whether or not you decide to trust me, now you've got me interested. These soldiers have ruined your life. I don't mean to be insensitive, but you're no moron and I'm sure you've reached the same conclusions about what they intend to do with your sister. Slavery happens to be something I don't hold with in the slightest, and so I think I'll pay this lord a visit with or without you." Alekso pulled his swords off the table and leaned them against the bed, but left the mask.

"Here's what I'm going to do. Tomorrow, I'm leaving this town and heading to Beon. You can come with me if you wish. I don't see why you couldn't, since we're conveniently headed to the same place. Along the way, I'll teach you a few things about mercenary work if you want. It's not always about killing. Sometimes people hire you to go find their family members after battle, or to search a dangerous area for lost items. With a few good meals and a bit of training, you could earn enough gold to start a new farm if you'd like. Or do whatever you want. You won't be without means."

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Roran already knew what was probably happening to his sister, but hearing someone else say it broke his heart, and he choked back more sobs and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. Part of him wished that they had just killed her instead, so she didn't have to suffer whatever she was going through now. She must be so scared, she'd never been very far from home, or without someone she knew with her. He took a few deep breaths and managed to calm himself down again, really too tired to break down anymore.

"I'm not going to let you go rescue my sister without me," he said thickly, voice full of barely restrained emotion. He didn't want to learn how to be a mercenary, but he didn't see any better job opportunities coming his way, so he'd take what he could get for now. When he got Riven back, they could find a place to stay for a while, then try to start a new life.

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"That's good, since I don't even know what she looks like." Alekso's smile came back, more fangs than anything. "Seeing as you're my new apprentice, I can't possibly let you sleep in the room the innkeep gave you. He drugs pitchers in certain rooms. He even tried it with me, but I threw it out the window and asked for more water."

Alekso would kill the innkeep. Perhaps with a poisoned pitcher of water. What poetic justice. "Stay here tonight. I can get you some more food and tomorrow, before we leave, we'll get you a satchel and another change of clothes. Don't worry about the coin. I'll think of ways for you to repay me along the way," he said with a wink.

[Assistant] Even though Roran's heart stuttered at the look Alekso gave him, he wasn't going to be spoken to like that. "I'm not some kind of whore," he spat out, glaring at Alekso for a moment before looking away again as a blush colored his cheeks once more. Gods above, how was he going to deal with sleeping in the same bed as this beautiful creature? Even if he didn't have the recent nightmares to deal with, sleep was going to be hard to find tonight. Fuck fuck fuck fuck why did he have to be so attracted to this man who was basically a stranger? It was probably just his brain trying to find a way for him to relieve some tension. Probably. It definitely didn't mean anything.


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"I intend to never leave you at all, my love," Meinhard said, appalled once more by the deep insecurity Claire harbored. But, he knew from experience, the insecurity towards others could be handled more easily. Often, it needed little more than a husband or wife who was really, truly reliable. All he wanted to be was that husband to her, a reliable, ever-dependable, loving presence...

"I will never leave you simply because you've done something to annoy me, or some other mistake," he added, kissing her here and there between words. "What I want is you---not an imaginary perfect person with your face. Punishment doesn't mean that has changed. That is one thing you will never have to worry about."

The words came easy to him, because they were not only true, but simply, purely true. The life he wanted to lead as a healer of the mind was based on the belief that problems could be solved – those inside a soul and those between people. He realized that it would probably be a while until Claire fully understood how reliable he was capable of being, but even that mattered little.

"Come to bed," he continued, but it was only half a command. "I will want you to give me pleasure," he whispered in her ear, "but I will also return it. You could tell me what else you have read in that book..."

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Claire looked up with somber expression as he spoke, still clinging to him. He was reassuring, yes, and his words soothed her. But of course such worries were hard to lay to rest. After all, she'd been pushed away by almost everyone. Even her brother only responded to her letters on occasion now, and she hadn't heard anything from her aunt or cousin since they'd sent the letter denying Meinhard her allowance as her guardian. If he abandoned her, he would simply be the latest in a long string...

Still, his light kisses slowly made her smile, blush, and giggle slightly. Her smile grew wide and sheepish when he mentioned coming to bed. "You would... like me to sleep with you, Meinhard? I... I can call you Meinhard, right? At least sometimes?" She ventured a bit uncertainly. After all, she realized, he'd never really insisted she call her master from what she remembered. She just... had. And he hadn't corrected her, but he also hadn't corrected her regarding her calling him by his name either. Things were shifting between them, she thought, and she was just trying to get her bearings regarding where exactly they stood going forward.

Claire's cheeks flushed at the idea of giving him pleasure, though. That was something she was definitely figuring out her feelings for quickly. Her grip around him tightened, a spike in her lust so clear in her mind he wouldn't have to look for it to feel it. "I mean... I would be happy to. Give you pleasure, that is. Or... do anything you want with me, really."

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Meinhard kept his arm around her all the way to his bedroom, her lust making his manhood pulse under his robes. The room was plain; a canopied bed, a simple cupboard and a clothing chest, a small washing table with bowl and water jug, and a document chest on a board. The room was not too cold, profiting from the hearth below. He had taken a candle from the dining room which he now set down on the flat-topped clothing chest.

"You may call me by my name, Claire," he said finally in a soothing tone, kissing her cheek and smiling as he added: "Respecting me doesn't mean having to be unfamiliar." He sighed; it had been a long day of hard work, not to speak of the excitement of the punishment. Meinhard sat down on the bed and slipped off his house-shoes. Then he turned his attention to Claire once more.

"Undress," he ordered gently. "When you are nude, put your hands behind your back. I know it may be embarrassing, but you must show yourself to me freely – you are mine, after all."

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Claire's head turned slowly side to side as she took in the room. His words brought her back from her study of the room, however, and she leaned into his kisses eagerly. And then his order... Her heart skipped a beat. After all, undressing before him... It somehow felt even more vulnerable to her.

Still, she was eager to obey. She looked away as she began unbuttoning her blouse, the soft fabric of the slip beneath being revealed. She kicked off her shoes, let the shirt fall to the wood floor. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric, the shape of them quite apparent beneath, as she cintued on to her skirt. A few moments work, and she bent to pull her skirt down and step out of it.

Her stockinged legs shook with nervousness and excitement, but still she wasn't done. She reached down, gripping the hem of the slip that was all she had on beneath her clothes, and pulled up to reveal the rest of her body. She straightened, and with a blush that stretched from her ears down over those two perky mounds, folded her arms behind her, hesitant to remove her thigh-high stockings in fear the floor would be as cold as it often was in her room.

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Meinhard noticed with satisfaction how obedient she was now. Perhaps Claire had understood what he expected of her. He let her stand her in only her stockings for a moment while he undressed himself, his lean body a contrast to her well-rounded hips. He had little problem being naked in front of her; his manhood was already hardening.

With a mischievous smile, he beckoned her over to sit with him on the bed. They slid under the covers while his hands slid over her body, caressing her stomach and her breasts. "Tell me... what did you read in that book?" He could have just entered her mind and looked, but it was more attractive to him to have her speak.

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Claire couldn't help but watch him bare himself, her eyes roving over him, though she quickly looked away with an embarrassed flush as she met his gaze. She didn't move to cover herself, though; her stinging behind was a staunch reminder of the fact she needed to be obedient. Besides, her body was reacting---practically singing, even---at the idea of what was to come.

She stepped over hesitantly yet obediently, letting him pull her beneath the covers. She felt less exposed like this, and then immediately quite exposed as his hands began to roam her body and what felt like miles of bare skin brushed her own. Her heart fluttered like a frightened bird, and initially a startled little sound that blended between a moan and a yelp- Her alarm and lust both clear.

"I... Uh... I read many things, maître. Like... different uh... a-arrangements of things, and... positioning. And... And that... There are many different ways to do things. Um. I read on... Ropes being used, and... And oral, and..." She paused, her voice dropping in embarrassment. "Other methods of... doing things. There was lots in that book, I uh... I hardly remember all of it, since... I didn't think I'd be doing any of it," she admitted hesitantly.

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Meinhard ran his hands further down and gently, but irresistibly forced Claire's thighs open, then caressed the sensitive skin on the inside of each leg with one hand. He entered her mind and found the images and sensations associated with what she had read. The mage chuckled at her ashamed, but undeniable interest in involving her ass. While his right hand started to play with her hidden female lips and his left wandered up her stomach to her breasts, his mind tugged at the threads of her lust in hers.

"I wasn't quite aware how completely you wanted to serve me," he whispered in her ear. "We will end up doing most of the things in that book. But especially, I want you to practice your skill in pleasing me with your mouth."

He kept touching her a little while longer, circling her entrance with his fingers and giving the center of her lust the occasional slight rub, then he said conversationally: "Down, and give me your mouth. You had best made some effort---the further in you can take me, the better. You can earn many treats if you do well," he promised, letting his mind emanate only vague shadows of what he was promising.


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Looking down at Solis with a little smile an idea popped into Rowan's head. "An animal sitter?" Lots of people in his castle talked about their animals and how some person was watching them for certain amount of time, though he wasn't sure about the prices. That was his best option unless wherever they planned on putting the horses wouldn't mind keeping a cute pup like Solis around for the day.

Smiling big he snapped the photos and set the camera lightly into the warm sand. A name for their little kingdom... That was difficult. "Maybe we can just call it our kingdom, we will soon have one for ourselves but we can use this little one for now~" He purred happily, the though of becoming king now was much more worrisome than exciting.

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They might be able to find an animal sitter for a reasonable price. It wasn't as if they had a choice, anyway. Their horses needed a place to stay while they rested in this kingdom. "Perhaps a farm would be willing to take in the horses and Solis for a while? For some pay, of course." Michael suggested. Those people would know how to take care of horses, as it's a daily routine for them.

After snapping a few photos, all while putting a smile on his face, Michael glanced back at their new kingdom. "That's fitting enough." Michael agreed, meeting Rowan's gaze once more. Taking his hand, he pressed it firmly into the sand before lifting it; revealing his hand print as a form of signature. Michael glanced at Rowan; expecting him to do the same.

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"This kingdom is huge! I'm sure there is someone who could take the pup and horses," Rowan beamed. It was normal for dogs in his own kingdom to live on farms with horses, so to him, it wasn't such an odd request to ask of someone. Though with the lack of... well land, it might be challenging to find a good person to watch his horses. "We can have a fun day to ourselves, you know we've never been fully alone with just us before. Either my castle, Taylor, Solis..." He smirked a bit, even when they made love the dog was still around.

He let the topic drop and enjoyed a few more pictures on the camera, setting them on the sand to develop. Watching Michael press his hand into the sand he tilted his head, watching the large hand slowly sink into the soft ground and leave a print. At first, he just looked and then slowly placed his hand inside of the dent with a soft smile. He had a much more petite hand compared to his lover. He pressed his hand in, a clear border around the two different handprints.

"Your hand looks clumsy but powerful," The prince said softly before looking at his own. Now he stood up from the ground and touched his burnt cheeks that would soon turn his soft colored skin into a bit of a richer color by the morning.

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"Mhm... I'd like that." Michael mused. They've never had a day to themselves, have they? Hell, Michaels never had a day to himself either. The thought never crossed his mind. He couldn't care less if he did or not, as it had been something he grew used to in his profession.

Michael watched as Rowan seemed confused about his handprint. It didn't last long, however, and Rowan stuck his own hand into the sand. Compared to his own, Rowan's hand was small and agile. "My hand is not clumsy." He pouted. The ex knight stood up with Rowan; stretching his body in order to get it back in motion.

"I can remove the burn for you when we get home, if you'd like. I can't remove the color, though." Michael offered. Since a sunburn involved heat, he could remove and control it. The discoloration, however, was beyond his control.

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"Looks clumsy," Rowan said when he started to pout. "Of course they aren't or else you wouldn't be able to hold a sword right and defend me form the terrible things," He stretched his arms above his head and glanced to the grey city in the distance. He still wasn't sure how he felt about it all, it was dull looking and very loud due to the metal carts rolling around all day and night.

"It doesn't hurt that much, just a little stinging, but I can deal with it," Rowan answered, locking his hand suddenly with the knight and pulling him a little closer. "Should we go home now, rest a bit and try to find someone to watch Solis and the horses?" He was excited about the zoo tomorrow, it could be seen as a date! With that thought in mind he better shower and make sure he looked proper enough for his knight on their little day out.

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Examining his hands, Michael shrugged regardless. They may look clumsy, but he was surprisingly good with smaller objects and delicate work. He wasn't perfect, of course. He couldn't tinker with small bolts and screws like someone with lithe hands could do.

Finding himself closer to Rowan, Michael gladly wrapped his arms around the other as a display of affection. "Yes, we should." Michael agreed. While ‘home' would be a cheap motel room for the night, it would still be a place to rest and relax. If they planned on staying, then he would begin searching for a permanent place to stay.

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It took the pair a little longer than any normal couple would return to the hotel they were staying at, then again they weren't exactly normal. Rowan kept stopping and pointing at random things, and any dog they went by Solis found the need to become friends with them. They even walked past a woman with a bright feathered bird that Rowan got to hold, he was quite happy with the beautiful creature and told Michael they should get one. Though finally, the little adventure ended as they walked into the little room.

Rowan sat on the squeaky bed, looking bright-eyed and perky. "I like it here Michael, I really love it here!" He bit his lip after, thinking something over quickly before speaking. "It's a little dirty and not so healthy but... this place is amazing. Benders are like rare breeds, we could do things here and learn and see," He fell back onto the bed with a wide smile. He wanted to stay. Stay in this kingdom that his own hated due to the pollution and unnecessary items, it was gray and dull and some places, but beautiful colors were everywhere. "Let's stay... It's huge and---and it's the only one not exactly controlled by a monarchy!" It made it safer, just a bit.

"We can get jobs and buy a house! Not... anything around here, I need something a little private, grass..." He stood up now, clearly unable to sit still while talking about this. He didn't know what kind of jobs, but a nature bender had to be extremely rare anywhere as not many ever left the kingdom... and a fire bender was rather good entertainment and Michael was just generally skilled.

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Honestly, Michael was in no rush to get home. Rowan seemed to be enjoying himself and that in itself was enjoyable for him. Corralling Solis and Rowan, however, was an interesting task. When Rowan wasn't listening, Solis was, and vise versa. He felt like both a baby and a dog sitter, but it was worth it. For once, Michael was normal. He was in a normal kingdom, with a boyfriend and a dog, on their way back to their hotel. No attacks, no fighting; just peace and a time of fun and relaxation. Michael was a person, not a guard.

Once they arrived at the hotel and got to their room, Michael began removing his belt and the heavy items that came with it. On the run, he still had his sword sheathed onto his belt, several daggers, and some essentials. He also carried their bags in, so it was time he revealed some of the weight off of his person. "Good. I'm glad you like it." He smiled; taking the items he removed and hung them up on a nearby coat rack. "It's a good place to blend in and keep our noses out of trouble until you are bequeathed the nature kingdom." The ex knight explained. Michael would be thrilled to stay here. Settle down and live normally with a wonderful man.

"Believe it or not, this kingdom is notorious for its farm land that rest just outside of this cities boundaries. We could buy a farm house and use the land of animals. You'd have your greenery and nature." Walking over to the bed, Michael flopped down with a sigh. Michael thought about how it would be to settle here. Travel to the city for their jobs, return to the country area where their home would be. Their bending capabilities could be used to make extra cash. "So should I start searching for a place? Staying here for too long will become costly."


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A sharp pain coursed through Zeph's neck as he realized what had happened. To his surprise, he couldn't get her off him. It was like being held down by metal clasps. "Helene...", he felt himself starting to fade as she drank his blood. Maybe this was his way to die...

She suddenly leapt off of him and disappeared out of the door. He got up to go after her but stumbled on to the floor. Her feeding took a lot out of him. He struggled to his feet, grabbing a nearby towel and pressing it against his neck to slow the bleeding. He found the wound, miraculously, had already healed over, leaving only two marks where her fangs pierced his skin. More astounded than before, he quickly regained focus and threw on some clothes and grabbed a sheet to go find his beloved.

Racing down the stairs, he saw a slight trail of blood drops here and there that seemed to make a trail. He followed it as discreetly as possible, hoping not to draw any attention. The trail led to the stables where he found her, hidden away from the world. "Helene, it's me, Zeph." He inched closer to her, holding out a sheet for her to cover and comfort her.

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Helene was huddled in the corner of the stables, the sounds of the horses being the only thing she could hear. How could she have been so stupid as to feed from her beloved! She could have killed him, and she didn't even go to see if he had passed out on the bedroom floor. All she had cared about was the sweet, sweet taste of his blood flowing from his veins into her mouth. But just as she had been about to figure that out, there he was... standing at the stable entrance and creeping closer to her with a sheet.

"Zeph... I..." She took the sheet in her hands, getting up and covering herself with it before looking at him once more and sighing. "I am so sorry, my love. I did not know, I simply thought I was tired after all that had happened. Forgive me... please forgive me Zeph. I do not know what I would do if you did not."

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"It's okay, Helene." Throwing caution to the wind, Zeph wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closely. Was he insane? He knew he should have been terrified of her, maybe should even resent her, but he couldn't. After all they had endured together, he wouldn't abandon her, especially now. He tilted her chin up to look st her fangs. It seemed unreal the way they looked on her, but he knew that they were all too real, and all too sharp.

"It was the vampire king..." he said, realizing what happened. "It must have been that potion, but we've been banned and cannot return." He dropped his head in frustration. What could they possibly do now? A thought ran through his mind that he hadn't thought in the rush of recent events. "Are you still hungry?"

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Helene whimpered painfully as he pulled her into his body, her face awfully close to his neck the and the sweet smell of his blood wafting into her sensitive nose. Curse the king for making her.. a monster like he was, now she would not be able to be near her husband without wishing to sink her fangs into his neck like a knife through soft butter. "It... it is not okay, Zeph. I feel so upset that I did not understand how I was feeling was because of the king, and not because of the long journeys that we had to take back and forth only to have me blinded one time and now turned into this... this thing!"

"I..." As she was about to keep speaking, she felt him tilt up her chin. She knew what was going on, so she opened her mouth so he could see the sharp fangs. Her mouth closed right away as he asked her that, and she backed away a little. "I... I am, I cannot lie. But feeding from you again, I am worried I will hurt you."

[User] "Hey, hey, easy..." Zeph took her in his arms, looking into his arms. "You are not a thing, you still are my wife, the Empress, and the mother of our child." He rested his hand on her stomach. "Let's go back up to our room, away from prying eyes and ears. " He quickly led them up to their chambers. He locked the door, making sure they wouldn't be interrupted. He took a deep breath before facing her again. He walked up to her and gave her a sincere smile. "We're going to be okay." He leaned his neck over. "Go ahead and drink. You need your strength, with the baby and all."

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Helene looked up at him like a lost child as he held her in his arms, and she sniffled as she tried to make sense of all of this. His hand on her stomach helped, and she stayed standing despite just wanting to sit back down and never leave this spot. "I... I understand." It was annoying to understand that she had duties to the crown still, and to her husband whom she must obey as often as possible. So she followed him as he guided her back to their chambers, waiting for the chance she could have more of his sweet blood.

They entered the room, and Helene walked in ahead of him to take a few deep breaths before he turned around to face her. "Yes, you are right." She walked carefully over to him, hugging herself to him as she leaned into his neck. Licking it once, she then sunk her fangs in and began drinking his blood.

[User] Zeph winced as her fangs sank into his jugular vein. It hurt as first but then the pain eased as he felt the blood drain from his body. He was doing this for his love, and his child. After awhile, he didn't really feel anything at all. She was much more gentle this go around, which was a good sign. Maybe she was getting used to her urges and how to control them. His thoughts began to wonder how they would continue life. He would not leave her side, but he only had so much blood to give, where would they get the rest? He waited until she was finished before speaking again. "How are you feeling now?" He asked before stumbling to the floor. She may have taken a little too much as his head started to swim.

[Assistant] Helene drank until she was well and full, but she could tell something was wrong when she pulled away. "Zeph? Zeph!" She cried out as she watched him stumble to the floor, before hurrying over and quickly helping him to the bed. "I am okay, but what about you, my love? I am so sorry... I knew I should not have done that." It wouldn't be said, but she would have rather disappeared into the woods rather than harm Zeph any more than she had already done. It hurt her to see him like this.

[User] "No, no. You're fine. It's just two feedings with a few minutes may have depleted me more than I thought." Zeph found his way to the bed and smiled weakly as he took her hand and pulled her on top of him. Maybe it was the blood loss, but he was infatuated by her, fangs and all. "Wow, I can't believe you're stronger than I am now. I guess that will make our bedroom activities more interesting, don't you think?"

[Assistant] Helene sighed softly, as she helped him up as best she could, even though he already had gotten himself up for the most part. "Well we will have to make sure that I go into the woods as often as I can, so I don't have to hurt you further." She walked over to the bed, sitting down carefully... before being pulled right on top of him as she straddled his hips. "I suppose so..." All she could do as giggle and be happy that he was okay, and that she was alive... so to speak.

[User] "Just don't bruise me too much, I'm delicate, you know?", Zeph said jokingly. He pulled her face down to meet his and kissed her tenderly, running his tongue across her new fangs. He broke it slowly, "We're gonna be fine. We can try animal blood and see if that works. If not, well... well we'll figure it out from there. I just know I love you so much and will not ever think of letting you leave my side, deal?"

[Assistant] Helene looked down at him as he joked to her, and she sighed softly when he pulled her down. Their lips touched softly, but she felt him caressing her fangs with his tongue, she froze up and watched as he pulled back soon after. "Zeph... I... I will try. I love you too, and I hope that everything turns out okay for us... and our child." It worried her that her daughter would have to leave them to marry the son of that man who had done this to her in the first place.

[User] Zeph smiled as he caresses her face. "My dear, we have had the most tumultuous start to our marriage, haven't we?" He took her hand in his and started playing with it. "You've been kidnapped, blinded, and now you're with child and have been turned into a vampire, not to mention the few times I've nearly died and one time almost did." He couldn't help but laugh. "Where do we possibly go from here?"


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The bell above the door rang, the only warning he got before that scent smacked him in the face, causing him to blink a bit slightly and collect himself before he could look at who decided to come into his shop at this hour. Yeah, they were still open, but he was respectable and this wasn't the place that the late night drunkards decided to come and get poor renditions of their girlfriends. Still, he tried to keep his expression as amicable as possible, seeing as business was business and he had to at least try and appear friendly, at first.

So, with all that going through his head, it was a good moment before he looked up at the person who came through, and by that time they were nearly at the counter, and try as he might, he couldn't keep his jaw from dropping. He stood, looking between the man and the money for a second, then he shook his head. "You need to get to a hospital buddy," he replied, his voice rich but slightly rough.

He pulled out his cell phone, coming out from around the counter and trying to lead the boy to one of the chairs in the lobby there, not wanting him to collapse, as he started to dial for an ambulance on his phone.

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At the feeling of the artist's hand on his arm, Gale shuddered so hard it was a miracle he remained standing, and he quickly spun out of his grip. He swayed on his feet, halfway to tumbling to the floor. "No," he growled. The single golden wing on his back swept up high for just a moment as if trying to make him look bigger or more intimidating, but it flopped back down at an odd angle and Gale gave a low whine in the back of his throat, curling an arm around himself tightly.

"No," he repeated, swallowing hard. "I need. Some work done. Now." His pale brows knit together and he hung his head, his narrow chest heaving with each short breath. "Please. Please..." What was this clunky form? Everything felt so dull, so lifeless. The colors were less bright, the sounds not as sharp. He couldn't hear the wind whispering in his ear. The songs of the air were gone with his wing, and it all was so wrong. He needed something, just one thing that felt right.

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"Kid you aren't going to last 15 minutes, much less the hours it takes to get a tattoo," Nyn replied, trying to keep the growl out of his own voice. This guy was hurt. Of course he wasn't thinking clearly. Why in his not-thinking-clearly he decided to come to a tattoo parlor of all places, he didn't know. All he could do now was try and get him help. He held up his hand in the universal sign of surrender, pressing call on his phone and placing it between his ear and his shoulder.

It only took a moment for him to explain the situation to the dispatcher, and they said that an ambulance would be sent out to them. Now all he had to do was keep this kid from dying on him until then.

"Once you get better, you can come back and get any tattoo you want, alright?" he said, keeping his hands held up and taking a step closer. The sylph needed to sit down. If he fell, who knew what kind of damage he could do to himself, on top of everything else.

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"I'm fine," Gale insisted, back away from the man. His back hit the door, his broken wing and the nub remaining from the other smashing against the glass heard enough to tear a breathless scream from Gale's throat. He dropped to his knees, then slumped over onto his side, knees pulled to his chest. Things were starting to hurt more now. The burns on the back of his neck stung every time he moved his head, and his twisted wrist throbbed with each beat of his heart. And there were so many other things.

It was getting so hard to breathe. "It's wrong," Gale mumbled, his voice barely even a whisper. His pale skin was cast with a grayish pallor, a result of his blood loss. "It's wrong, my body is all wrong. I'm sorry," he said, dragging his eyes up to the artist looming over him. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to... cause trouble." What little tension was left in his body ceased to be as his eyes rolled back in his head and he went limp, unconscious.

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There was nothing Nyn could do as the sylph stepped away from him again and smacked himself up against one of the windows before collapsing. Nyn stood there frozen for a moment, watching what looked like the life leave the kid's eyes as he fainted. With a strangled curse, he knelt down next to him and checked for a pulse and breathing. Still there, thank god, but faint. So faint. He couldn't let anyone else die on him.

He knew he wasn't supposed to move an injured person, so he just knelt there, hand fluttering about the limp body. He was able to hear sirens now, but they were still so far away. He just had to wait. He hated waiting, especially now that he could feel the first tinges of real panic going through him. Deep breath in through the nose, out through the mouth. Shit, where was that ambulance?

It was several hours later when Gale would wake up in the hospital, the anesthesia from surgery wearing off. Of course, with the amount of pain killers he was on, things would still probably be fuzzy to him.

Something that was the least fuzzy would be the irritated vampire sitting by the edge of the bed, glaring daggers at Gale now that he could tell he was waking up. His elbows and arms rested on his legs, his back hunched, and a very sour expression on his face. For the first time in a long time, he smelled almost completely of blood. He had washed the evidence off himself, but the scent still clung to him.

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Gale knew the moment he woke up that his body was whole again. There was a lightness to each breath despite the pain in his chest, and all around him he could hear the faintest whispering, the winds outside calling to him with their sweet, ever-present song. There were tears in his eyes when they fluttered open, blurring the room around him, but he could see only a foot away was the man from the shop, and he looked very angry.

For nearly a minute Gale just looked around and shifted a little. He was laying on his side so his healing wings could stretch out behind him on the bed, and a few tubes connected him to machines beeping all around him. There was a cannula wrapped around his face that gently blew oxygen up his nose and an IV dripping fluids into his arm. He could feel bandages wrapped around him everywhere, like some macabre living mummy.

Finally, Gale dragged his gaze back to the artist and took in a deep breath. Now with his senses returned to him, he could smell the rich, metallic scent that clung to the man. He didn't look hurt... Ignoring the throbbing throughout his body, Gale reached out and set his fingertips against the man's shoulder, as if testing if he were real. "Are they dead?" he asked, his voice scraping painfully in his throat. "The thugs who took my wing... did you kill them?"

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Nyn didn't flinch as Gale's hand reached out towards him, but the skin around his already tense mouth and eyes tightened further. He let the fingers linger for a moment, before leaning back and moving away from the touch, his eyes flicking over to look at the wall at the question. "They won't bother you again," he said, and that was ALL he was going to say on the matter. He did kill them, but it wasn't like he could say that in a hospital that could have recording devices. At least he had his fill of blood, as disgusting as it might have felt in his mouth, coming from those kinds of people.

There was probably going to be a news story soon. He just hoped that the doctors and nurses couldn't put two and two together, and if they did, that they would leave well enough alone. This kid, from what little he had to go off of, had been attacked without reason, and had no one to go to now that he had gotten hurt.


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"I think I had you as soon as you took your helmet off..." Rowan whispered lovingly. He remembered not thinking the other would be attractive, but was blown back by the appearance of his knight. "Why else would you break the law for me? Because I'd make me smile, because a prince of something so lively was curious?" He giggled, he didn't think much back on when they first met, but it brought a bubbly feeling into his chest. He loved him so much, maybe too much.

"What did you think of me at first. Annoying? Oblivious?" He asked, wondering if the other would be honest with him. He wouldn't be offended as he was pushy and used his higher rank to get what he really wanted out of Michael. "I thought you were stuck up and too serious!" The prince snickered.

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Michael smirked, though he knew Rowan was right. Rowan had him the minute that he saw the prince. Back then, he would have never dreamed that his guard duties would extend this far past the line. His guard duties had been everything to Michael. His livelihood, practically. Apparently, Rowan had meant more to him that what he had trained his entire life for.

"Hey, that stuck up and serious attitude saved many lives. I'm never going to change that, you know." He pointed out. Regardless of how their lives turned out, Michael would always protect Rowan. Loyalty would certainly be his downfall, but if it was for the right person then it would be worth it.

Humming in thought, Michael decided to go with the truth. "Honestly, I thought you were a bit oblivious and reckless." Michael admitted. "But I fell in love with you I think the minute you showed such adoration for my element. The look in your eyes... it was beautiful." The ex knight smiled. "You fell for something so destructive and dangerous, especially to nature, and didn't give a care in the world. That's what I love about you, my reckless prince."

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Rowan smiled lovingly at Michael as he said he wouldn't change. "I don't want you to change, I think you're pretty perfect the way you are. A few kinks and bugs makes you better in my eyes," He wasn't the best with love and gushing his feelings out. It more came out a mess, but the thought that he was trying to express still came through in it's weird sort of way.

"Reckless!" Rowan gasped, as if he believed he wasn't. He knew he wasn't good at making safe choices, he did what his mind was interested in the most. What would happen later was often a second thought in planning. With Michael and his fire that was exactly what happened. His mind was clouded by the desire to see the flame, but he was glad that it ended the way it did. He found his love, and it wasn't a princesses from another land. It was a man of non royal blood, a outcast runaway.

The boy dunked under the water suddenly and swam so he was behind the knight and popped up with a short gasp. He grabbed Michael tightly from behind, though it seemed like a butterfly was giving him a hug. "Lets go back to the beach before you somehow drift away into the ocean," Rowan said, letting the other go and glancing to their little spot in the sand.

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Michael focused his eyes on Rowan as he spoke. His cheeks turned a soft pink at the prince's comment; finding his words to be quite sweet and a tad surprising. No one had ever thought that his oddities and links were what made him better. They have always been ridiculed and snubbed. "Well, aren't you sweet." He smiled; kissing Rowan's forehead.

"You're still reckless, even if you are sweet." Michael teased. Watching the other dunk behind him, the ex knight chuckled. Drifting away into the ocean didn't seem likely, but he wasn't going to ignore Rowan's nervous worrying. "We wouldn't want that to happen. I'd die." Turning around, he wrapped his arms around Rowan and guided him back towards shore.

Once they made it back to their spot, he whistled for Solis to join them and took a seat. "Have you ever made a sand castle, Rowan?" Michael questioned as he began gathering a small pile of sand. Michael was determined to enjoy the little things with the prince that he had never gotten to enjoy. Sandcastles included.

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"You wouldn't die! I can control seaweed and hold you," Rowan grumbled, he didn't like the thought of the other dying somehow. In his mind, Michael would just live forever, or at least, Rowan wanted to die first. When they got back to shore he took a seat next to Michael he twirled his fingers around in the sand with a bit of a blank gaze.

Solis did an odd kind of jump and swim movement when whistled to come over to Michael. He came splashing out of the water with his tail flying all around and straying nearby people with the salty ocean water. He ran over and sat snuggly between his two owners. Due to the hot sun, he was panting, pink tongue sticking out with a bit of slobber.

"I haven't! Can we make our own little kingdom to rule?" Rowan asked excitingly. A little sand kingdom where they weren't being chased, and them both being boys would be alright. A happy little place for them to enjoy themselves, he wanted that more than anything. Reaching over the prince gave the pup a pat on his head before digging his hands into the sand and raking some into a small pile next to Michael's. The concept was easy enough.

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Michael's lips curled softly at the thought of Rowan using seaweed to prevent him from drowning. He wanted to argue, but decided that ruining Rowan's mood wasn't a smart move. Instead, he left the subject alone; not wanting to dwell on his own death any longer than necessary.

Sitting on the sand beside Solis and Rowan, Michael continued to gather sand and help Rowan build their kingdom together. "Of course. We'll rule this sand kingdom all on our own." Michael grinned; glancing over at his lover. "And Solis can be our knight in shining armor." He mused.

For support, Michael reached over and dampened his hand in order to solidify some of the sand. Without the water, the sand would fall and their sand castle would represent more of a sand mound.

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In the burning sunlight of the summer day the two slowly built more and more of their little sand kingdom, and it seemed the prince of nature was getting the hand of sand castles. Soon there were a few smaller ones and a bigger one that Rowan claimed was their castle, though a small one. It had taken at most an hour to complete the work, but being a paler tan than Michael the boy seemed to be turning a bit pink on his back.

Once it was all done Rowan stood on his feet and stretched his arms above his head with a perky little smile. "It's cute!" He wrapped his arms around him happily and kissed his cheek before pulling away and looking around. "Is there something you really want to do, I've been dragging you all around! I want to know what you like to do," There was so much beach and city to explore that he wanted to know what the other wanted to do. All the boy really knew about his lover was his extreme want to protect him, that he was a knight and an outlaw in two different kingdoms. Well, he knew more than that, but those were big points. He wanted to know stupid little facts.

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During the hour it took to complete their sand castle, Michael hadn't turned even the slightest shade of pink. The sun wasn't strong enough; not for a man of his element. Poor Rowan, however, seemed to be absorbing more sunlight than necessary. Not that he had anything to worry about. If he did burn, Michael could take away the sting. That was another perk of his abilities.

Michael returned the hug with one of his own; grinning as Rowan seemed thrilled with their sand structures. "Hmm... well, most of what I enjoy isn't a good environment for a puppy." He admitted. "How about the zoo? We can go tomorrow. Bring Solis, if you'd like." The ex knight suggested, though would be open to other suggestions.


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"There has never been any question of my vigor in regards to you, that I assure." Elisander had always found Vihaan attractive. Even in the beginning, he would have never denied him. Which is something Mattel had counted on when he sent him to his bed. Now, it went deeper and then paired with his denial he had no hope of controlling his body's reactions. His own actions though were carefully under Vihaan's direction, knowing that the wrong move would send them several steps back. When Vihaan trusted him more fully there would be times to more actively participate.

Elisander shifted, giving Vihaan access to wherever he wanted to go on his body. He enjoyed the idea of his lover bathing him, though wished he could witness it as well. He wanted to do the same for Vihaan in return but would suggest it; instead hoping that he might be granted permission. It was as intricate a dance as any they'd performed during the court season. Vihaan was the one leading them through the motions and Elisander was reminding himself to simply follow and enjoy.

"What sort of games of flirtation customs are there in Vurlthair? Is this one of them?" Elisander asked with a smile, curious about the courting rituals of the other country.

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Vihaan laughed softly at Elisander's inquiries. He wondered if Elisander talked due to nerves, or if he was really feeling so talkative when half-aroused. It was a relief, in a way, knowing he wasn't the only one that might have butterflies about the peculiar situation. It was coy out of necessity, for Vihaan didn't think he could be so bold if not for the blindfold in place.

"We have many customs and means of ensnaring in Vurlthair... none that I had ever taken mind to seriously, but I was always more a part of the barracks than drifting between courts I wasn't demanded to. It is easier to flirt among soldiers than aristocrats." He smirked softly, moving to rake his long fingers through Elisander's hair. "...this... however. Is a sign of closeness. Vurlthairins put much value and symbolism into our hair, to wash another's is... well depending on the relation, can be very forward." His nails dragged softly against Elisander's scalp, "There are many others, especially among the peasants. The gifting of horseshoes, of sea glass, though my favorite was one I knew one of the Captains to have participated in. A trade of ink, a custom started in the ports. Vibrant inks knocked into the skin with sharpened shells or blades, simple motions, picked by a lover. No more than a few dots usually, but attractive in placement and vibrancy."

He reached to the side to pick up a shallow bowl to drag through the water and slowly pour through Elisander's dampened curtain of pale hair.

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Elisander relaxed into the sensation, allowing Vihaan to wash and comb through his hair. It wasn't usually something he slowed down with someone to tend to but many experiences with the foreign prince were new to him. He enjoyed all of it but the slow tease was making him ache in ways he couldn't control.

"I agree with you there. That it is easier to flirt with soldiers than aristocrats." Elisander grinned. "But this might be more fun." His fingers drifted up Vihaan's side, not encouraging him any direction, just a light touch as he set his palms down on the edge of the tub. Servants must have gotten the message because even with the time spent within the bath none came to check up on them. The guards the same, even Jeffery who knew some of the interaction between the two princes was based on pretenses. Yet Elisander's intentions were very true.

"What are the other plans for the evening? If we stay in the bath too much longer, we will prune." Though damp now, he still wore the blindfold.

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Vihaan's hands momentarily paused as Elisander's hand briefly grazed his skin. Feeling Elisander settle, Vihaan relaxed once more, relieved that his lover hadn't been seeking. As much as he was enjoying their little experiment, he wasn't yet ready for direct contact just yet. Setting the jar aside, Vihaan reached to untie Elisander's damp blind fold, tossing it carefully to the side.

"Are Alrians so delicate they dissolve in a bit of water?" Vihaan teased as he backed a few paces from Elisander, eyes sweeping down the length of his body." ...I had a desire yet, one I think you might enjoy if you are not shy from my eyes." A note of red crept onto Vihaan's cheeks the longer he spoke as if his formulate plan flustered him. Even though his body hadn't reacted as of yet, he did feel the intimacy of the situation, thick, yet lighthearted. It set him more at ease than he would have thought.

"I... wish to get used to the sight of you." He needed to get used to thinking of Elisander as a lover and equating desire to him, but as long as he panicked when touched intimately there was little hope. If he could just get used to seeing Elisander and expecting to see him in such a state, Vihaan felt he could eventually get to where he could be good for Elisander, even if he never readily enjoyed it himself in the same manner as he would wish.

"I'm going to finish bathing... and I would like to see you take yourself in hand." He managed to speak it at last, heartbeat doubling within the cage of his chest.

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"My worry is not that I will melt," Elisander told him. "And I've never been shy." Even by Alrian standards, which seemed less prudish than Vurlthair, Elisander could be considered adventurous. And with time, he'd only grown in confidence.

"Knowing that you are watching will only bring pleasure. My own, certainly, and hopefully yours as well." He shifted to move diagonal across from Vihaan, using the edges as a guide. The foreign Prince could either move closer of his own accord or her could remain at the other end of the bathing pool and continue to wash. Elisander lifted himself to sit in the corner, fully exposing his lower half and his aching cock. He leaned back on one arm and took himself in hand, spreading his legs.

"Does the view suit?" Elisander asked and tipped his head back. Even if he could look at Vihaan he wouldn't have in that moment. That seemed too personal, like making him an unwilling participant and Elisander wanted him to feel free to do whatever he wished. To ignore him if he so desired, to move closer, or to even touch himself if he felt like exploring. Elisander wasn't sure if that was something Vurltharin's did but Elisander obviously had no qualms about it as he stroked up and down his shaft.

"Do you want me to continue to completion? I fear if I don't and we do move forward with the evening together... I might not last. This would take the edge of, and rest assured, I am young enough that my vitality will return."

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Vihaan had thought himself prepared for the full sight of Elisander, but seeing the other so casual present himself flared something long dormant in him. A hot curl of desire sparked bright, though quickly tempered by the familiar nausea he had felt since Mattel had first forced himself upon him. The duality of sensations was dizzying, and he nearly lost his grip on the small jug he used to rinse his hair.

"You are... exceptionally striking." Vihaan tried to voice his voice steady, but the battle was evident both in his tone and visage. He very much enjoyed the view. Seeing nearly every inch of Elisander's milk pale flesh juxtaposed with the flush of his perked prick was worlds away from the bodies he'd been accustomed to weathering in this land, and the deeply tanned bodies of his own people. Not for the first time, he wanted to skim his hands along Elisander's skin, trace the alabaster expanse and see all the spots where Elisander pinked when riled.

And yet fear kept him rooted, too afraid that he would balk and make a fool of himself the moment he tried to act on his desires.

"I wouldn't insult you by questioning your virility." Vihaan teased, to calm himself with the commonality of it. Setting his bathing materials down, he focused solely on Elisander's ministrations, watching the length of his hand slide invitingly against his arched arousal. "You make an inviting scene, Elisander."


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Anna never had any interest in relationships. When she was 5, a neighborhood kid played house with her. But she divorced him after five minutes of playing and left the poor kid on the playground playing. I'm high school, she was quiet but took the higher classes. College she never showed up to any dates. This left her at 30, single, but high ranked in her family company. Not because she was family, but because she got them this far with ideas to keep phones from dying so fast. College hasn't failed her yet. Until now.

Her parents attempted to get her to date people they knew, and it just wasn't working. She was a full on workaholic. If she didn't work, she would end up with a cold. The only time she actually relaxed was when finals ended her last year of college. Anna smiled and greeted guests with Ben. She was thrown off guard when his arm wrapped around her waist, and really had the urge to push him off but she kept her cover and even leaned into him.

Finally the guests left them be for a little bit and he let her go. Anna brushed her black spaghetti-strapped dress, then touched up her hair with her hands. "Don't worry, I'm in the same boat, I believe my parents will disown me if we don't make it look real," She spoke, finally making eye contact with Ben. "Do what you have to do."

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"Another hour or two," Ben murmured, "and we can sneak away. Particularly if we look lovey-dovey. Our parents will assume we're sneaking off for---bedroom purposes." He floundered a little, and by damned if he didn't get a hint of a flush in his ears, just at the abstract mention of sex. "We can go down to my workshop if you want."

His offer surprised himself---he didn't invite people to his shop. Well... he was supposed to marry this woman, maybe it was time to open a few doors? Anna was bright, he knew that. He'd seen her CV---his father had presented it to him like a dog's pedigree. She was probably on his level if they ever came head-to-head in the same topic.

Though he wasn't much of an actor, Ben was able to keep up the facade of the happily-engaged couple. He touched her lightly but frequently, on the arm and shoulder. He turned to her to get her opinion on conversation, or to watch her reaction to something he'd said. It looked genuine enough... even if he was deliberately miming the actions of other couples he'd seen.

[User] Anna rose an eyebrow and wrapped her arm around his to act playful, and she smiled leaning into him; when they had another moment she looked up to him. "We can head over there then. Did you want me to steal us some liquor before?" Anna asked offering to either grab one of the bottles of wine, or whiskey. She needed to loosen up. And from the looks of it , Ben needed too. "I can grab us a bottle and some glasses, then we can act lovely dovey till we get there," She greeted a couple more people as they walked up to them. She took Ben's hand and held it for awhile, while staying close to him.

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"I don't actually drink," Ben said apologetically. "But, you know, go right ahead!" He waved his hand towards the wine. "Dad paid for it, might as well enjoy it."

He'd never understood people needing liquor---or at least, expecting to need it. It had baffled him in college and ever since. Why voluntarily drink something that would make you feel stupid the next day? You'd ruin a whole night---or more---of work, and for what? Still, he didn't mind it when other people did it---as long as they didn't puke on him. Or his prototypes.

[User] "I'll just have half a glass," Anna got her glass from the lady pouring glasses. She tried not to get into a habit of drinking too much. It was nice to have a small fuzzy mind, but not being able to walk or talk right was too far. "Should we head off?" She asked Ben when they had another moment to themselves. She was a little done with the crowd, and the noisy conversations. Anna was also curious to maybe get to know Ben if he allowed it.

[Assistant] Ben stretched up onto his toes to gauge where both sets of parents were. "Yeah, let's get the heck out of here." He offered her his elbow with a gallant bow and a smile. "Milady?" It was cheesy and overdone, but the amusement in his eyes was genuine. "I am really looking forward to being somewhere quieter," he murmured. "I don't know how people do this all the time. Maybe earplugs? Or noise canceling headphones."

[User] Anna laughed and took his elbow with her hands, walking with him. "Oh it will be so much better," she spoke lightly and quiet so he could hear her while still smiling. "Noise canceling headphones would be best," she mumbled again, then taking a glance back to their parents who now saw that both Ben and Anna were leaving together. She was pretty sure they sold it for their parents that they would be ‘messing around'.

[Assistant] As soon as they were in the private areas of the manor, Ben dropped her arm. Not because he didn't want to touch her---but because he did not want her to be obligated to do so. As they walked he undid his tie, pulling it loose and popping the top buttons of his shirt. "I hate this crap," he confessed. "The parties and all the---" he waved his hand wildly. "Fripperies. It's such a waste of time. People like you and me, we belong in a lab or a shop, not... not on display like freaking show puppies." He unlocked the door to his workshop and held it open for her. "Welcome to Candyland. Watch your feet---I haven't let the maids in here in... awhile..." ever "...and I don't sweep as often I should."

[User] Anna walked with him and took her hand away as he let go. She undid her hair since it was up, and it would add a little more believable appearance if anyone saw them later. As she walked in she gasped and laughed slightly . "Oh my god, look at this," she walked in, careful of where she stepped. "This is amazing . You have your own little work shop like this, I had to do most of my work in the lab at the office or in my room without anyone knowing." The lithium in batteries was dangerous when testing different ways to make it last longer. If she did it in her room she was really desperate to get it done. She could risk a fire though.

[Assistant] "Dad might prefer to parade me as a show dog, but he's aware of what makes the millions." Ben traced his fingers over a countertop, seeing the space with new eyes. "He's always given me the best tools money could buy. Of course, he started using my patents when I was about nine years old but... can't complain too much." He offered her a small smile. "I can clear out some space down here for you, or we can outfit you a space of your own. No sense in you scrimping for workshop space when I've got plenty." Another almost bashful grin. "We could consider it a wedding present."

[User] "Really?" Anna asked him with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. Anna went over to him and hugged him. "Thank you so much Ben," soon after she backed away to make sure that she wouldn't make the situation too awkward then she already did. "I'll make it up to you! I promise." Anna smiled slightly and looked around his work space some more. She wasn't regretting this as much anymore. Ben was just as committed to the job as she was.

[Assistant] Ben snorted. "You don't have to make it up to me, Anna. You're marrying me---which gets my parents off my back. Even if you weren't also bringing the microbattery dreams of mine into reality... I don't like disappointing my parents." He sank onto one of the rolling stools and faced her. "I don't expect much from you in private, but---I'd really like not to embarrass my parents in public. And... if building you a lab makes that easier..." Ben shrugged. "I know you're sacrificing your own dating life for this. I feel like I owe you for that."


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"That's a shame, you're certainly pretty enough to earn coin." Alekso's smile softened some and he leaned back in his chair. "But I was joking. While I'm not opposed to sharing a bed with you---clothed or otherwise---I would never force you to pay me back like that. But perhaps while we travel you can do the lion's share of building the fire when we camp, or setting up our tent. I can watch you put those muscles to work."

Alekso pushed to his feet and pulled a pillow from the bed, dropping it onto the woven rug before the crackling hearth. "And by the way, whoring isn't a bad way to earn coin, and you learn ever so much about pleasing a person. I spent more than a year in a brothel figuring out all their little tricks." His smile this time was nothing but wicked. He pulled a thick blanket out of one of his packs and lay down before the fire. "Feel free to take the bed. I've slept in worse places than a rug before a fire."

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What?? Roran nearly died of embarrassment right then and there, his cheeks turning a rather lovely shade of deep red. He knew he was somewhat good looking, but never really considered himself to be all that attractive. At least not enough to be someone somebody would pay to touch. He was left reeling so much that the next words barely registered, and he could only manage a barely there glare at Alekso saying that he wasn't beneath ogling.

Roran threw an arm over his eyes, but he could practically HEAR the grin in Alekso voice as he talked about his time in the brothel. As much as Roran tried to control himself, he could feel his trousers tighten around his crotch. Fuck, he was doomed. He wanted to figure out what tricks Alekso knew, pay him back in the only way that Roran could consider worthwhile... but his words caught in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to give in to temptation.

"I can't take the bed from you, you've already done too much for me," he finally managed to get out, voice slightly strained. He'd rather sleep on the floor than make Alekso do that, but the bed was big enough that they could both lay down and not even have to touch.

[User] "That's too bad, I'm already rather comfortable down here. I suppose your sense of fairness could have you join me down on the floor, and then the bed would be off-limits to us both." Roran's face was even prettier with that blush. And under the scent of cheap soap and hay, Alekso could smell his arousal. It was so tempting, but Alekso thought Roran might need some time to think about the day. Maybe tomorrow, if Roran seemed interested. Alekso knew all too well how difficult it was to lose loved ones, and sometimes comfort came in unexpected ways.

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Roran groaned loudly in annoyance with Alekso antics, realizing that maybe it would be hard, traveling with him and not punching him at least once. Well, hopefully when Roran finally reached his breaking point in that regard, Alekso could take the hit and wouldn't be too offended.

He tried to discreetly adjust himself before he stood up and headed over to the bed, pulling the sheets back and sliding between them, letting out a soft sigh, falling asleep almost instantly. For a few hours, he slept deeply, his body catching up on the needed rest, and then his brain decided to torture him just a little bit more.

It started out as restless shifting in the bed, the blankets getting slightly tangled in the blankets, and his fingers gripping the sheets. Shortly after that, there were whimpers, steadily increasing in volume until a blood curdling scream rang through the room and probably much of the rest of the inn. Roran thrashed in be bed, several more screams ripping their way out.

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Being a light sleeper, Alekso woke as Roran began whimpering. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, turning his blurry gaze to the form shifting on the bed just as Roran started screaming. The sound was loud enough to jar his ears painfully, and sure enough he heard pounding footsteps from the direction of the innkeeper's room as the man came to investigate.

Alekso scrambled to his feet and cast a glance around for something to toss. If there was anything he knew about nightmares, it was that touching someone in the throes of one was a very bad idea. Alekso didn't particularly feel like being punched in the face. He took one of the empty wooden cups from the table and threw it at Roran, just hard enough to jar him, and called his name. "Roran. Roran, wake up. It's a dream. Wake up."

The innkeep pounded at the door just then. "What the fuck is that racket?! Shut up or I'll kick your hides out into the cold!" And apparently having spent his anger, he stomped back towards his room.

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It was more the pounding at the door than the cup colliding with his chest that woke him up. Roran sat bolt upright in bed, tears streaming down his face once more, his hands coming up to pull at his hair as his body woke up and his brain realized that all the blood, the fire, it was just a dream. It had still happened, but it wasn't here in front of him now. It was gone, a week's travel behind him. He had woken up from this nightmare before, and knew how to kinda calm himself down at this point, get himself back the point where he could breathe again.

The room was dark, but there was enough moonlight coming from the split in the curtains that he could at least see the outline of everything. It took him a moment to remember where he was, and then his eyes landed on the human shaped form standing near the bed. A whimper came out before he could stop it, but he remembered, it was Alekso. Alekso.

"Please help me forget..." he whispered, barely loud enough to hear. He hoped that Alekso understood what he wanted, would agree to it, help him forget for just a little while. At least until morning came.

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Eyes still on the door, Alekso nearly didn't register what Roran said. It took him a moment, but finally he dragged his gaze to the man's shadowed figure and he paused. Without a word, he leaned over and lit the oil lamp on the table, shuttering it so the light was just low enough to see by, and dug through one of his satchels. He came up with two small vials of oil and sat at the edge of the bed.

Alekso set the vials on the little bedside table and reached up to wipe the tears from Roran's cheeks with gentle fingers. "I don't want you to regret this in the morning. You should tell me right now if you think you're going to change your mind halfway through." It was technically tomorrow. Alekso would do this if Roran truly wanted it, if he needed it the way he said.

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Roran watched Alekso cross the room, squinted a bit in the low light as the lap was lit until his eyes adjusted. He watched silently as the two vials were pulled out of the bag, watched with wide eyes as Alekso came over and sat next to him. He leaned into the hands on his face, a soft sigh leaving his lips at the soft touch, a touch that he craved, that promised so much. How could he regret this, a pleasure so simple and yet so complex, something that would help him forget, even just for a little while?

So, instead of answering verbally, he reached up and captured Alekso's face between his hands, and leaned forwards to smash their lips together, hard, incessant and needy. Showing instead of telling Alekso how much he wanted this, how much he needed this.


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The staff at Hizaki Advertising Agency had been called into the board room where meetings had usually been held. The current regional manager, an older gentleman by the name of Hirohito Amane stood at the end of the large oval desk. His furry brows weren't stern as usual, instead he looked relaxed. He smiled as the staff filed in, each taking a seat at one of the office chairs.

Hirohito cleared his throat. "Thank you for coming in. I have an announcement. I have been promoted to head of the division, so I will be leaving." He said, letting the staff congratulate and applaud him. He respectfully bowed with a smile. "It pains me to have to leave such an amazing team behind me. But I believe my replacement is more than capable of filling my shoes as well as relate to you youngsters." He said, looking at the door to signal his guest.

A tall man walked in, at least six feet tall. He was incredibly handsome, with dark hair that went down to his neck. He wore a dark suit and a black suit. The women were smitten with him, his attractive smile and sharp features. "This is Ryo Tanaka. He will be your new regional manager." Hirohito said as he introduced him. Ryo bowed to the staff. "It will be a pleasure working with you. Hopefully I will live up to your expectations." He said.

The two went around and introduced him personally to the staff. When they reached Kumi, Hirohito smiled. "My dear Kumi. Please take care of Ryo. Make sure he doesn't burn the place down." He said with a laugh. Ryo blushed. "I'll try not to." He then focused on Kumi. "Kumi... that's a lovely name. It's a pleasure." He said, extended his hand to the shorter woman.

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Kumi knew of the rumors, but Hirohito had kept it a secret even from her. His announcement came as a shock to her, had he been a father figure to her and the reason why she got the job in the first place. She knew this day would come, and while no one could prepare for such a situation, her biggest fear was working for a stranger, under someone who might not respect Kumi like Hirohito does.

All she could do was trust in Hirohito's judgment, and so she bowed when she was introduced to Ryo. He towered over her. She was a mere 5 feet tall, her heels barely making any difference. "It will be my pleasure to work for you, Tanaka-buchou". She shook his hand, bowing her head respectfully.

She knew the day would be full of surprises. She stepped back, letting Ryo introduce himself to the staff. Her white shirt and pencil skirt not being of any help in the overheated room. Kumi opened a window to get some fresh air before grabbing a mineral water and looking at Ryo from afar, studying his aura. She could hear the other women talk about him, he seemed to be popular already.

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Ryo took a liking to Kumi. She seemed to be a favorite of Hirohito, placing a great deal of trust into her. He wondered more about her as he continued to talk among the staff, having a small gathering with sushi and other delights to celebrate Hirohito's success.

There were many attractive women in the agency. But he kept glancing at Kumi, at one point they had even locked fleeting glances. She was incredibly pretty, but she seemed shy. Her skirt and her white blouse did little to hide what was an incredible figure. Ryo stopped himself from wondering what she would look like in a micro bikini or lingerie.

But he suddenly got the wit to walk over to her, leaning against the window sill and smiling. "Kumi-San. I see Hirohito has a lot of respect and faith for you. You must have really made an impression on him. He told me if I had any questions that you would most likely have the answers. Makes me wonder why they didn't promote you to regional manager." He said as he looked down at the small woman, noting how she was far more busty up close.

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Kumi was a shy, young woman. She believed in traditional gender roles and values, or at least that was what she knew from home. At work she would often go above and beyond, but others would reap the accolades and promotions instead of her. While she knew that men would give her the time of day, often trying to flirt, she was very self-conscious. Her checkered past with men left her with wounds that were still healing.

She noticed Ryo eyeing her up and down, she reacted the only way she knew how to by turning her face away from his stare and looking down. As he walked closer towards Kumi she could feel the eyes of everyone following him before stopping on them.

She nodded her head timidly, her bosom heaving nervously with every breath she took. "...this is no job for a woman, Tanaka-buchou... I lack the vision and aggression, but I am also happy to be your secretary and support you any way I can." Her answer showed where she came from and what she had been through so far, but it was not made up, looking at her one could see that she was happy just where she was at.

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Ryo noticed her body language, seeing how she turned away when he looked at her and blushed. The red tint on her cheeks gave him a sort of thrill for a moment. As if he could have some kind of hold on her since they would be so close.

The heaving of her heavy breasts was enough to make the new regional manager want to turn her around and have his way with her. But he snapped back to the current situation. "You certainly could do it. Hirohito-Sama told me of how long you were under him, you might have a better understanding than me."

He then took her hand gently. "I appreciate you at my side. I will need it." He disguised it with a shaking fashion. "I know you won't let me down." He said, taking out his phone. "I think we need to exchange numbers, correct? If you would please." Handing it to her with the prompt to add a new number.

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Kumi accepted Ryo's phone. It felt a bit weird, she was used to exchange numbers like this when at a club, not at the work place. She typed her number and handed the phone back to Ryo so he could save it.

"You can count on me... my knowledge and experience are all yours" she smiled at Ryo, her left hand running through her hair, combing back a strand that was hanging in her face. She noticed Hirohito in the back smiling and nodding. She smiled back at him. She knew that it was important to him that Kumi was in good hands. She trusted Hirohito and would make sure that Ryo would settle in without any problems.

"If you need anything, just give me a call and I will come. Have you been shown your new office? Are you happy with everything, or can I help you with something?" she asked Ryo.


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"Truth be told I enjoy feeding you. I will be amazed how much you can actually take in. What did you have in mind you wanted to do?" Casper asked whilst he waited for his boyfriend to answer he disappeared, of course it wouldn't be just the slice that Elijah wouldn't just be expecting it was several that could feed an entire family. Of course Elijah's beverage of choice. When he went in he sat beside his partner.

"Did you have anything in mind you particularly wanted to do?" He asked. "Made the French toast just the way you like it of course plenty of it." He then placed the plate beside Elijah so it was easy to reach. "I would like to at some point test how much you could actually eat." He sat beside Elijah and began the process of putting the toast to Elijah's mouth. It strangely didn't feel wrong forcing Elijah to eat this much it felt nice.

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"Oh okay, that's doesn't sound too bad I suppose." Elijah answered to the other's smaller workload today. "Anything I can do to help? I know I'm no chef, but perhaps I could help with delivery, packing y'know, that stuff." He watched the other leave, thinking over his question. A day of talking and maybe experimenting with this whole thing, Elijah reminded himself. It was what they needed, a way to establish boundaries properly and quickly.

When the other returned, he felt a pang of hunger wash over him as his stomach grumbled, leaving a slight blush on his cheeks. "That looks great." Elijah happily hummed "Thanks." He eyed the toast with that same beaming grin, drenched in syrup, powered sugar, fresh berries. It looked amazing. He quickly started to dig in, taking large bites of the toast the other was feeding him, bite after bite until it was gone and he was left waiting for more.

"I..." He paused, taking a bite and swallowing "I was thinking, maybe we could talk about this thing. Just to," Another bite "Set up boundaries, and maybe even... experiment a bit with this. I know it's date night, perhaps we could have a night in?"

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"Of course hun. What boundaries would you like?" Casper asked he sat crossed legged as he stretched his arm. "You always been a great help with the customers they simply loved you. Even if it's ensuring that they get their order, most customers have already paid for it so it's literally just handing it over. " He smiled he always was a good man at listening to Elijah. He might be taken a step back by this new experience but he didn't want Elijah to be at a discomfort.

"A night in? that sounds like a great idea. I can't remember when we did that last problem is with us is that we get recognized in public so a quiet night in sounds good." He laid on the bed as he watched the other began to eat the toast. "I wouldn't expect you to eat all the time if that's what your worried about. We'd take it in stride and be sensible about it. The last thing I want to do is make you at a discomfort, I want you to enjoy it also. But talking about it is definitely seems to be a wise choice."

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"I suppose... just if I want to lose the weight, you have to promise me you'll still love me. I don't think I will, it's just something I need to know for sure. And, anything in public has to be very careful. You know what the press are like these days, they catch us doing anything like... this," He said, gesturing to the other feeding him "They might assume something. I'm open to the idea, we just need to be careful. For your career and mine. Other than that, I'm prepared to start gaining weight."

Elijah leaned down, grabbing another piece of the french toast and taking a big bite, beaming as the taste hit his tongue "Your cooking never stops surprising me. It's always so good..." He practically moaned. "Tonight we could just sit and relax. If you want we can just order food so you don't have to work as hard, or I can help you as best I can. I know I'm the world's worst chef but if you tell me what to do I'm sure I'll be great."

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"Darling, of course that's fine with me. I loved you when you were skinny, I'm not going to dump you or move on to the next fat guy because you listened to what felt comfortable to you. And I have already taken that into consideration most of 'this' would be at home since the paparazzi would have a field day if they saw this and no doubt will scowl at me for fattening you up." Casper chuckled lightly, more awkwardly then anything else.

"If it reassures you, I'm nervous about this too I never did anything like this before. It will be new but I would like to test your stomach limit so it can be avoiding of how uncomfortable it is for you. We can do that tonight if you'd like? then we can rest it off." He rubbed the firmest of it. "I just love it, I can't explain it, just so dam cute and attractive as hell." He forced a few more toast into his mouth seeing the adorable cheeks puff up with food like a chipmunk.

The belly was already starting to groan and topping it off with a glass of milk to give a different taste so it wouldn't be boring for Elijah. He patted the belly as he allowed the other to simply swallow he dared to hold it up adjusting the flow so it didn't come at once. He saw the neck, swallow it. "That's a good boy." Allowing Elijah getting used to being funnel fed. "Trust me I have thought about everything and would love to see how big you get but know that you can bottle out at any time and I will still be here."

"I was thinking about ordering in, I just felt like ordering a lot of food allowing you just a chance to snack during the entire event and resting on your belly quite frankly I never felt this exhausted."

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"Trying this thing out tonight sounds good." He replied, sitting up, gut straining against the fabric of his shirt. "Just to... test the water I suppose. But I mean it, if you like it, I'm willing to do it for you." Elijah found he wasn't given much of a chance to speak after that, pieces of toast crammed into his mouth, cheeks puffing up, nice and full with food. He slowly swallowed, letting out a sigh when he finally did, practically feeling all that food resting in his stomach.

He rested back against the pillows after that, hands sat alongside his gut as Casper started gently letting him drink from a glass of milk. It was refreshing to finally get a drink after all that food, keeping him docile and relaxed. The writer couldn't help but blush and smile at the praising and Casper's words. How big he could get? Even Elijah found himself wondering.

"Ordering in sounds good." Elijah smiled, finishing everything with a hefty groan. "No... no more. I'm stuffed."

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Casper waited allowing him to fulfill the entire mouthful to be gone. "We'd take it easy one step at the time and I will promise to look after you." Casper leaned in to kiss the male passionately on the lips. He laid with Elijah his head on the profound belly that was stuffed again. He could hear the noises of his stomach. "Well we'd have more privacy that way. I'll get some work stuff done in the morning and then I'm all yours. The ladies normally come in the same time as they know I shut today so perfect timing." Casper wondered deeply how big Elijah would actually get how comfortable and how long.

"We could research into making special weight gaining shakes and see how you get on with that. You seem to gained quicker on your own efforts, I'll be intrigued to find out how much you will gain intentionally." Casper wondered briefly. He then brushed his fingers against Elijah's stomach. "We can look into different methods that suit you." He loved resting his head against Elijah's stomach, it was round and clearly stuffed. He made sure that Elijah finished the remaining was done he saw a little bit was left. "Open wide sweetie." He then poured the last remaining bit the belly coughed a little in the making of being over stuffed.

"We can try different paces. I know you get some what greedy during the dead line. try leaning sideways it might relieve some of the pressure on your belly. Might even make a comfy pillow."