Boy's dont cry

It took Tristan days to solve the books, some of them were crap, but then a few of them were gems. An evil grin spread on his face, he still could do a little of his angel enchantment and had gotten this box of books for almost nothing.

He slumped down in his chair behind his desk and rested his head in his hands. He was tired to the bone, he should go home and sleep before he did something rash, the last time he had been this tired he had started a foodfight in the employee kitchen.

Tristan stood up and grabbed his jacket; he buttoned it and looked pleased down himself. He always wore black, the people here had to think that he only had one set of clothes, as he always wore the same black shirt with an black pullover and black pants. But he liked it this way. He was just about to open the door from his office when someone knocked on the other side; Tristan startled took a step back. But reached out and opened the door, on the outside stood Ruben, the ever faith full Ruben. And a... Tristan blinked rapidly as to check if what he saw was true. An elf.

The blond elf smiled, and Tristan felt his own mouth curl up in a smile, he vaguely thought he must look like a maniac. This was a highelf, not a pureblooded elf. He had learned to see the difference; the pureblooded elfs bore more resemblance to the darkelfs. Highelves were by definition blonde, while darkelfs had ravenblack hair. Pureblods could have both, he got a flash of darkbrown hair spilling out over a old grey pillow while the sun played with its reflexes, but then he was shook from his musings when Ruben said \"he is applying for the job\"

\"Job?\" Tristan said absentminded

\"Yes, the secretary job\" the elf said almost timidly

\"oooooh\" Tristan said and felt like a complete idiot \"now I remember, well come on in and Ruben be a dear and fetch us some coffee\"

Ruben nodded and darted off. Tristan made way to his desk again and sat on the corner looking very serious \"what is your name?\" he said in elvish

\"huh?\" the other said and blushed

\"You are an elf are you not?\" Tristan said with an irritated gesture

\"Indeed\" the elf answered \"but I have never learned the old tongues, it is only my great grand mother that knows how to speak that,\" he said with a strange smile

\"Are you implying I am old?\" Tristan said with a badly hidden frown

\"No, not at all mister King\" the blond elf said

\"Oh well never mind\" Tristan spat \"what is your name kid?\"

\"George\" he said

\"George?\" Tristan howled and threw his hands up in the air, \"the whole world have lost their mind\"

\"Well if I pronounce it correctly I believe my correct name to be Gilfea\" George said \"but you can call me Georgie\"

\"Gilfea\" Tristan repeated as were he tasting it \"\'tis a pretty name\"

\"Well its a family name, all the firstborn males in my family are called that\" George said \"no one have a clue to what it means anymore\"

\"Star-spirit\" Tristan said with a tired voice, the world had truly gone insane

Ruben entered with the coffee and Tristan smiled gratefully at the tasteless dressed little man \"thank you Ruben, you are a lifesaver\"

\"Thank you mister King\" Ruben said and turned to leave the office

\"How many times do I have to tell you my name is Tristan\" Tristan said almost automatically

Ruben didn\'t answer but just shook his head and left the two strangers in the room. \"So mister king, want to see my CV?\" George said

\"Tristan\" the fallen angel spat out but mellowed as he saw the frightened look on the other \"please, call me Tristan\"

The elf blinked confused \"as I said mister King, Tristan ehm.. Sir, do you want to see my CV?\"

\"No\" Tristan said and took the last sip of his coffee and put the cup down

The young elf was dumbstruck and stood as nailed to the floor as Tristan began to write something on a block of post-it\'s \"here\" Tristan said and handed the elf the piece of paper he had written on \"this is my cell number should anyone need me\" the elf opened his mouth to speak but Tristan silenced him with a wave of his hand \"reserve it for the utmost importance, I do not like being disturbed because you run out of toilet paper, and should you encounter any troubles, ask Ruben\"

\"ehm mister King?\" George whispered not sure if his voice would fail him

\"oh how rude off me\" Tristan mumbled and shook the elfs hand firmly \" I am Tristan King your superior, in here I am God\" he chuckled and nodded towards a door in the left wall of the office \"this is your office George, now be a good elf and go answer my calls\" he looked stickt at the little elf \"keep you little nimble elven fingers out of my stuff, if you mess inhere I will have to kill you\"

George paled and Tristan laughed \"or at least maim you\"

Tristan turned to leave \"mister King?\" George said again, but Tristan just waved with his hand in a arrogant move

\"Ask Ruben\" he said and hurried away, he wanted to go home, this was insanity, if even the elves had forgotten their ways then the world was a darker place he brooded.

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He took a cap to the front door, and walked up the rain slippery stairs. He smiled at the beautiful crafted door with the large golden door hammer. There had been a time where he had stayed in little humble rooms; he had even slept in caves and cottages. But this was by far the best place he had ever found for himself.

He opened the door and walked up the stairs nodding to the landlady on the way. Turning on second floor and walking slowly down the corridor to his door. He unlocked it and went inside in the dark. Out of nothing but habit he turned on the lights before he hung his jacked and threw his keys on the table. He quickly shed himself of his clothes and flopped down on his large bed, almost asleep before he hit the pillow.

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\"Tristan?\" a soft voice said, he opened his eyes and looked into two large grey-brown doe like eyes watching him closely \"good morning my love\" the voice whispered and then he felt a soft kiss planted on the corner of his mouth, suddenly it dawned to him, the person had spoken in elvish.

\"Ol?\" he gasped

\"Why are you so surprised?\" Ol said and raised a brow \"did you have a bad dream again?\"

Tristan shook his head and just wrapped his arms around the smooth slender frame of the pureblood. \"Good morning my beauty\" he whispered back, determined to imprint this moment

\"You\'re choking me\" Ol chuckled

\"Oh\" Tristan mumbled and let go of the elf some, he did not understand this at all, but it felt so real, Ol was warm and inviting, his eyes shun with love, and not the doped glare he had seen the last time they had met, he had wanted to ask about Amdir he was afraid that it would drive Ol away, and no matter how little Tristan wanted to admit it, he needed this moment of closeness even if his over wind mind was fooling him. It felt good and right.

\"You are distant my love\" Ol whispered and kissed little shallow kisses down Tristan\'s jaw line

\"You are right I had a bad dream\" Tristan lied and blinked confused, but couldn\'t help but purr as he felt the soft hands of his lover move down over his body

\"I know the perfect cure for dark thoughts\" Ol whispered hotly and began to kiss his way down Tristan\'s neck and chest

\"I am sure you do\" Tristan mewed and stretched lazily enjoying the ministrations of Ol\'s cunning hands and tongue.

Ol just chuckled as a soft moan followed Tristan\'s words. Their lovemaking was slow and sensual, taking their time to feel, taste and touch. Ol had climaxed first, leaving Tristan to feel the contractions of the other\'s ecstasy, before he too tumbled into incoherence letting go.

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Tristan woke alone in his bed with his stomach and his sheets soiled; he had to laugh at himself. A wet dream, it had been but a dream. He curled up dragging the covers up over his head.

\"I loved you\" he whispered to himself and felt a sad feeling settle in his abdomen, what had brought upon these dreams of long lost lovers? Was it that elf he had hired? Or was Ol perhaps still alive?

Tristan sighed silently and to his surprise quickly fell asleep again.

-tbc-

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Well I decided I couldn\'t judge a fic on the fb on one chap, and so I made one more (also because I wanted to :P ) - still trying to figure out how long I can go with the restrictions. And without it getting boring to the extend that it could just as well be het romance *twitch- gag*

FB please *blinks knowingly* you know you want to give it! :P -Az