Of Psychopaths and Geniuses

There’s a lot of Murray the Explainer in this chapter, but it’s setting up the background information for the plot and introduces some key future characters. So in other words, you might find it boring, especially since a lot of people on this site are only looking for sex. -_-;;



However, as a reward for getting through the first half, the second half of the chapter is a nice juicy sex scene with Reuven being totally uke >< since last time he was a little seme. So for you ppl who thought Rue should have gotten his head whacked off two chapters ago, he more or less get what he deserves in this chapter. :).



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“You’re such a slut, Rue,” Jakel commented as the boy explained how he managed to be expelled from the country of Alliaus.



“Shut up,” Rue mumbled, taking a small drink from the alcoholic beverage in his hands.



His friend Jakel laughed and slapped a hand on the boy’s back, causing him to choke on the substance. Jakel grinned as he earned himself a nasty glare from the child. Being no more than twenty-eight, Jakel appeared to be much older. His face often was dirty and rough, usually because his chin hairs were forever in the need of a clean shave, but never accumulated enough to justify a beard. His long, tangled raggedy hair never helped either. But it was these kinds of things that Reuven never noticed about the older man, who’d been a good friend to him for many years.



He did, however, notice when the man’s eyes lingered a little too long on the boys lean figure. Rue caught him every time and would remark on it, saying that if he really wanted to fuck an underage child that badly, then he should go to one of those Noble institutions called “educational houses”. God knows raping a few of those spoiled children wouldn’t do them any good.



Jakel chuckled as he drunk from his own glass, “I bet those Alliausian bastards never dreamed you’d have friends way up here in Kelocyn.”



“Hmph.” The boy took another sip.



“But really, kid, you didn’t have to sleep with the old fart,” Jakel grinned again as face took on the appearance of innocence, “Honestly Rue, I thought better of you, like, I dunno, you had more modesty or something.”



The boy stood up suddenly, knocking over his glass, and growled at his friend (which was the equivalent of anyone else’s yelling, because Rue, simply, did not yell), “I told you I didn’t sleep with him! Not with one of Mathus’ stupid lackeys. I just pleased him a little. B-Besides I don’t sleep with people, not like that. Well, maybe- no I don’t- " Reuven then noticed the teasing glint in his friend’s eyes. He abruptly sat back down and looked away, cheeks pink, “leave me alone.”



Jakel cracked up, “Oh but it’s so much fun to see you riled up. I have got to take you out drinking more often.”



Rue examined his spilt glass and growled, “What’s the point? This stuff tastes horrible and it only makes you emotional. I hate being emotional. Emotions get people killed.”



“Correction: Emotions get stupid people killed. The stupid people who decide to wage war on Dragons, who are much bigger, faster, and stronger than they are.” Jakel stated, “Speaking of which, any luck finding information on the Angel’s Pendant before you got yourself tactlessly kicked out?”



Reuven shook his head, frustrated, “Nothing I didn’t already know. Some dumb bird, somewhere has it. Although I can safely assume he isn’t a regular member of that poor excuse for a- a nest thing, what’s it called again?”



Jakel sighed; yes the boy had definitely had too much to drink already, even though that fact didn’t stop him from ordering more for the child. Even if Rue claimed he hated the drink, Jakel was dedicated to making an alcoholic out of him yet (and then he could have some real fun with the boy).



“The Doragan? The Black Angels? Kurobu? KuroTenshi?” He suggested. All of them were different names for the same organization, which was run by Dragons. Except the term Dragon itself was a misnomer. They were more like humans with wings who possessed supernatural abilities, like Angels, as they were sometimes called, or birds, as Reuven referred to them, intentionally belittling their abilities. Jakel thought Rue had the right of it, because while Dragon was the most common, yet most inaccurate term, he felt the term Angels was worse. Angels have a good connotation, the Dragons were anything but.



“Yeah the D-Dora- fucking nest,” the boy stumbled over his words while taking another drink, it took some time, but the alcohol was definitely taking an effect, Jakel grinned. “Anyways, some old hag swore that she saw a redhead lady wearing a pendant exactly like the one we’re looking for, but didn’t see where she went, so that was fruitless as well.”



“So in other words your trip to Alliaus was a complete waste of time?” Jakel asked.



The boy shook his head again, “No, from her description the red-headed woman was probably Clara.”



Jakel’s eyes widened, “Why in the world would that bitch-“



Reuven absentmindedly finished his new glass, “She’s a politician remember? And one of Kipon’s old acquaintances.”



“Whore- you mean.” Jakel growled. He hated Kipon with a passion. He considered Kipon his rival for Rue. He was a flamboyant, flirty man, whose teases and seductive words were never serious. He was also a Dragon. Clara, his old lover, and pet, was just as bad, but human. Clara knew of Jakel’s perverted crush on the child and flirted for the sake of annoying him. Reuven said she did it because she liked Jakel, but Jakel wouldn’t hear of it. The relationship between humans and Dragons, Jackel could never understand. As far as the common populace was concerned, humans and Dragons flat out didn’t associate.



“So I guess our next destination is to find Clara then?” Jackel asked, signaling for another drink for his friend.



Rue nodded, “Yeah, word is that she’s head beck to her ‘home’ town in Norweign.” He frowned at the new drink that was placed in front of him.



Jakel picked up his own glass and coolly took a look around, “Good, that makes this easier then doesn’t” his eyes suddenly widened, “Oh my, what are they doing here?” he wondered, voice filled with distaste.



Reuven curiously turned around in his seat to see a small group of people in uniform enter the bar. He grinned in amusement, “Oy, oy, looks like the sheriff’s in town.”



“Sheriff my ass,” grunted Jakel, “What the hell does the PMS squad want here?” Rue snorted, PMS, as Jakel put it, stood for The Patrol Members of Society, a supposedly low-time do-gooder organization that resembled he police, except they could pass the social and political boundaries of the various cities and some member countries. In reality they were just a portion, a cover up, for the secret underworld organizations that were run by these governments in order that they communicate more effectively with each other, act more efficiently, and do all the dirty work that governments weren’t normally allowed to have on the surface. All in all it wasn’t a bad idea to have this kind of setup, called the Khalarn. It acted like a counter force to the Doragans, albeit a meager one. It was the only governmental organization that actually acknowledged the existence of Dragons, and the only group that was willing to take action, even if it was just small steps.



Of course, the Khalarn organization had a long ways to go before it could do anything productive. Reuven and Jakel knew a lot about it because their political friend, Clara, was heavily involved in their movements, probably acting as a spy for Kipon, Rue would assume. They were so pathetic, the Kharlarn. Always searching for more information on the dragons, more ways to get to touch (for either learning purposes, or to annihilate) with them, when they already had someone in their top ranks who knew so much. Of course, they didn’t know about Clara’s previous involvement (or many other humans for that matter) with the Dragons, and if all went well, they would never know.



And then there were the smaller organizations from within which seemed to serve almost no purpose at all except to bother people, like the PMS.



The two observed the members of the organization. They all wore the traditional black uniform (Jakel always insisted they change their colors to red and white) decorated with many pockets with silver zippers and chains, which held many obvious not-so concealed weapons, as far Rue’s standards measured. A youthful man, who looked to be their captain, with spiked brown hair stood at the front of his group which consisted of three others: an older, war-hardened warrior with a scar across his right eye, a full beard and a rough voice; a peaceful woman with long soft black hair and gentle eyes; another, much more obnoxiously energetic woman with short blue hair and a stubborn outlook.



Reuven’s eyes narrowed as he noticed a fifth, much less obvious figure, lingering behind. He (she?) wore the traditional uniform as well, but also a black cap which hid most of his (her) facial features. In any case this figure had no breasts, but a very nice fit figure.



The captain turned around and said something to his crew. They dismantled and split up. The captain went back outside, as the older man and the longhaired woman took a seat. This left the blue haired girl with the mystery man (Rue guessed it was a man anyways from the way the girl flirted). The girl took his hand forcefully and led him to a table in the same section where Rue and Jakel sat, although on the opposite side.



Jakel turned back to his drink, “Good, they’re not here to do anything stupid, like snoop around. I guess even the PMS need to take a break.”



Rue didn’t say anything as he continued to watch the couple. Suddenly the girl irritably reached over and snapped the cap off the mystery figure’s head, scolding him for something. Yep, the figure was definitely a man, although he still looked like a woman. His hair was tied up into a low bun and mostly covered by a faded black bandana. Mostly was the key because a few strands of silver-white hair hung down the lines of his face, reaching his shoulders.



Silver hair…Rue was surprised. Although not unheard of, it was indeed very rare. Rue glance around the dining bar area to see if anyone else had notice. No one had even glanced at the couple’s direction since the PMS split up. The man knew how to move without drawing attention, Rue realized with a grin, very skillful. The PMS have unknowingly (probably) obtained themselves a valuable asset, although why such a talented person was in their undeserving midst, Rue couldn’t feign, but it may be a matter worth looking into…



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Needless to say Sai got the job. He was surprised to learn of the existence of the Kharlarn (an organization he had only heard of before in passing rumors), but a job was a job nevertheless, whether it was for the government or for multiple governments. Hilde, too had gotten in, with a bonus since she recruited Sai as well. Usually the application process consisted of several steps, of which Hilde was at the final, but for some reason they hardly tested Sai before hiring him.



Whatever, it didn’t bother Sai. Like he said before, a job was a job, and this was a very interesting job indeed. It was like he discovered a whole other world. But it wasn’t like it was completely unfamiliar to him. His sister’s friend, Cleopatra often remarked on such things as secret organizations, mafia groups working for the government, other, more powerful species of humans. But back then he didn’t really care. He was too happy living in his little paradise with his sister that he shut the whole world away. But after she died…the real world met him hard on. And the rest…



If it wasn’t for Hilde, he’d still be a mess. If it wasn’t for Hilde, he would have never found something else to dedicate his life to, a career that was exciting, involving, and took his mind off of…her.



It’s been two years since he was accepted into the Kharlarn organization. Since then he’d learn so many things, done many things, including top-secret missions and infiltrations to gather data; data concerning a species called Dragons. The topic of Dragons fascinated both Sai and Hilde alike. How could such powerful beings truly exist out there? The met some warriors who have actually engaged in battle with the dragons before, and scene their power with their own eyes. Most of those men were traumatized, broken physically and mentally from the sheer horror.



After that meeting Hilde sought him out for a night of comfort, for the first time doubting her interest in these Dragons. However Sai had no doubts. For some reason he felt as though he had a connection with these beings, like he was meant to be on this road searching for them.



So Hilde and Sai pursued their interests (Hilde did mostly because Sai was doing it) and now finally, two years later, twenty-one year old was getting his dream. At that moment he was on a journey with three others, to the house of a politician in Norweign, where they would meet their first Dragon, and fight with him to test their abilities.



For now, however, their fearless leader, a youth by the name of Baxtor, suggested that they stop at a bar for a few moments of relaxation before finding an inn for the night. They entered the bar and the stench of drunkenness filled the air. Sai wrinkled his nose, though not because of the stink, but because the smell gave him the nostalgic feeling of his home back in Doringu. Baxtor turned around and told them all to relax while he found an appropriate inn for the night. The other two members, Joun, a big fellow and Maira, their healer, immediately went off to find a place to sit, leaving him with Hilde.



Hilde reached over to grab his hand, smiling at him with those sweet eyes. Yes, they had become something of lovers over the past couple of years, although they had not gone very far in their relationship. This frustrated Hilde and he knew it. He knew how much she admired and respected his fighting skills, how hard she worked to keep up with him and follow him. He knew she would follow him to the ends of the earth (as cheesy as it sounds), and he respected that. He loved her too (or so he thought) as much as he could love anyone, but there were too many dark secrets in his past that he thought she wouldn’t understand. And he just…wasn’t ready be in another serious relationship, because still no matter how many times they tried to go a step further, he would always imagine his dead sister…



Shaking his thoughts aside Sai allowed himself to be pulled to seat in the corner. Hilde sighed as she looked at him, “You look so stupid in that hat,” she commented, “Take it off, no one’s going to notice anyways, no one ever does.”



She reached over and snatched it away, much to Sai’s displeasure. Not that he wanted to hide himself from the world, he just didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble was all.



“What do you want to drink?” she asked sweetly, “I’ll treat ya.”



Sai shrugged and she rolled her eyes, getting up to get them something to drink. Sai took that time to examine the room around him. No one seemed to notice him, though, or his unique hair color, as Hilde said. It was to be expected, the Veil was a technique that he learned from his teacher that Cleopatra introduces him to all those years ago. It always saved him some trouble (when he was in the right state of mind, not like in the market when Hilde found him), nobody noticed him when he didn’t want them to.



As Hilde returned with their drinks, however, the corner of his eyes caught something. A boy, definitely no older than fifteen, was sitting across the room with a man who looked to be more than twice his age. The boy was holding a cup of some beverage…and staring at him intently through the veil.



“Here you go!” Hilde said cheerily as she set the drinks down. “Sai?” she noticed his gaze and followed it. “That’s weird,” she remarked as she sat down, “I wouldn’t think that they’d serve underage kids here.”



“Thanks,” Sai said, distracting her from thinking too much, which was never a good thing for Hilde, so he’d learned.



“Huh?”



“For the drinks.” He clarified.



Hilde blushed and scratched the back of her head, “Oh, not at all. So anyways, the other day I hear this old lady talking and-“



For the rest of the night Sai tuned out her needless incessant chatter as per usual and concentrated on his own thoughts, occasionally looking up back at the boy, who had taken to ignoring him for the rest of the night. Sai couldn’t help but notice how much the man he sat with pressured the boy to drink. Sai watched extensively as the kid got obviously more and more drunk. What was that guy up to? His eyes narrowed in distaste.



“Sai? Are you okay?” Hilde suddenly asked. Sai glanced back at her questioningly.



“Well, it’s just that you have this really mean look on your face,” she explained.



Sai shook his head, “It’s nothing, please continue.” Hilde more than happily complied, oblivious as usual.



Fifteen minutes later, almost midnight, the boy and the man left their table, the man helping the kid to keep his balance. Sai really didn’t like that look of lust the man had on his face as they exited through the door. However before he could contemplate doing anything about it their fearless leader Baxtor came bursting through, ready to take them to their inn.



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Somehow, Jakel convinced Rue to go to the hot springs before turning in for the night. How he persuaded him into such a stupid idea, Rue would later contemplate when he was sober. At that moment, however, he was too drunk to care. He stumbled constantly along the road and Jakel ended up practically carrying the thirteen year old there. The more time passed, the more the boy seemed to be caught up in an alcoholic daze. They reached the hot springs and entered the changing room. Jakel gently set the boy down and proceeded to undress him, throwing his garments into the woven basket. Soon the boy sat completely naked as Jakel removed his own clothing and put them in a different basket.



That being done they made their way into the baths. Jakel grinned as he noticed how completely out of it the boy really was. Lost in some thoughts of his own, his golden eyes were unfocused and face flushed a light red. Obviously the boy would need some help washing himself before they entered the hot springs. Jakel could already feel himself getting a little hard. Calm down, he told himself, don’t make it too obvious, or he’ll catch you, even in this state.



“Here kid, want me t’wash your back for ya?” He offered, not waiting for a reply as he took the soap and spread it along the boy’s body. He felt the child’s scars underneath his fingers and felt that they made him even more attractive. I am so warped, he thought as he rubbed soap in. After the back he began on the boy’s legs and arms, saving the best for last. Rue watched him steadily, fully aware of the view he was giving his friend. Somewhere in the back of his hazy mind he knew Jakel’s attention, but for some reason he couldn’t get himself focused enough to do anything about it. Damn Alcohol.



Jakel laid Reuven down so that the drunken child was lying on his back. This way he could thoroughly message his chest without risking knocking the boy over and snapping him out of his stupor. He rubbed a little harder than he needed to on the boy’s nipples, before moving down to his lower regions.



Rue gasped slightly as he felt the friction around his inner thighs, his balls, and then his member. Yes, Jakel was rubbing a lot harder than he needed to, and for a much longer duration.



“Gotta rub hard to get ya all clean,” he heard his friend say. Rue suddenly snapped, “Jakel what are you doing?” he growled.



Jakel feigned innocence, hands still grasped around Rue’s penis, “Cleaning your nether regions,” he said, as if it was the most normal thing for him to do.



Rue swatted at his head, “Don’t touch me!”



“Fine, fine,” Jakel sighed disappointedly as he went over to different stall and began scrubbing his own body with lotion. He looked down at his upstanding member. He glanced over at Rue, who was rinsing off his own member, which did not rise at all. That wasn’t fair. Why is it that after a nice message treatment it was HE who was obviously hard, and not the kid, who was only slightly turned on. Damn lack of self-control Jakel cursed himself.



By the time Jakel was done washing rinsing himself off, Rue was already comfortable inside the hot springs. Reuven glared at his friend as he approached, eyes fixed on his large erection, which the man didn’t even attempt to hide.



Jakel shrugged, “What? You want me to masturbate right now or something?”



Blushing (or maybe it was still the alcohol) Reuven turned his head away with a mumbled “whatever”, and cursed himself for having such perverted friends.



Jakel slid into the bath next to Rue and silence ensued for the next few minutes, both of them enjoying the relaxing warm water. Well, Jakel tried to enjoy it, but his erection was obviously bothering him. He either needed a full hard on, or none at all, this in-between stuff wasn’t good for his body (or so he liked to say).



“Hey kid,” he called out.



“What?”



“I’m sorry. Come here.”



Rue sweat-dropped, “What? No.”



“C’mon, I just want to cuddle” Jakel said, his grin betraying his lie.



But it worked anyways. Rue was a sucker for cuddling. Jakel thought it had something to do with him never really having any parents. Also the kid was probably still falling back under the influence of the alcohol.



Either way Rue made his way over an attempted to position himself comfortably on Jakel’s lap, which a little hard because of his large, hardened member. Reuven settled down, wrapping his legs around Jakel’s waist, and his arms around his next, resting his head against his friend’s chest.



However, in doing so caused Rue’s private areas to press up roughly against his friend’s stomach.



Jakel groaned, “oh god, kid.”



“Deal with it,” Rue murmured before nestling his head into Jakel’s neck. Jakel wrapped his own arms around Rue, one around his back, the other reaching down to cup his rump, and to press it even more against his abdomen.



For a while they rested there in each other’s embrace. Finally, when the thirteen-year old was about to doze off, Jakel made him turn around.



“But it’s not as comfortable this way,” Reuven protested groggily, feeling Jakel’s erection poking between his cheeks.



“Deal with it,” muttered Jakel, leaning Rue back against his chest, and then reaching a hand down between his legs to fondle him.



Now Rue was really awake, though still a little dizzy from the alcohol. He wasn’t happy with Jakel, but figured he let him have his way with him for a little while, after all, what were friends for? In any case, Rue widened his legs a bit more, allowing Jakel full grip of his genitals.



“You owe me for this,” Rue grumbled with half-lidded eyes.



Jakel just chuckled, then with his free hand pinched the boy’s nipples. Reuven groaned, getting more turned on with each second. After a moment, Jakel’s hand moved down into his opening, sticking a finger inside. In reflex, Reuven’s muscles clamped around his finger, as Jakel struggled to get a second one inside. With that accomplished he thrusted them together in and out at a quickened pace.



Rue was getting really dizzy, his face heating up, his erection hardening as Jakel continued his motions. Alarm bells rung off inside his head as Jakel’s hand which was teasing his nipples reached down to fondle him at the same time his other hand was thrusting. Rue never let him get this far before, he usually just let Jakel touch him for a little while, then stop when he felt himself growing hard (Rue had great self control-partly due to his youth). In all honesty, he hated being touched like this, but he knew it wasn’t fair to Jakel to use him for cuddling and not let him have any fun in return.



Jakel’s thrusts were getting harder and faster, causing the boy’s entire body to move up and down to the pace of his friend’s hand.



“Jackel” Rue whispered.



His friend ignored him, knowing what the child was going to say, and intensified his actions even more.



“Jakel.” He repeated sternly, “Stop.”



With a sigh, Jakel stopped thrusting, but kept his fingers inside. His hand on the boy’s genitals let go and moved back up to pinching his nipples.



“I want to get out,” Rue declared, “The water is making me dizzy.”



Jakel complied, leaning the thirteen year old against his chest and supporting him with one arm. Rue still felt his friend’s fingers inside of him. Jakel seemed adamant in not taking them out. Slowly Jakel rose the two of them out of the water, and started to head for the changing room, then stopped.



“I want to get rid of this first.” He demanded, referring to his erection.



“Then go masturbate in a corner or something,” the kid smarted.



Jakel removed his fingers from the boy’s anus and set him down on his own two feet.



“Your hard too now.” He pointed out.



“So?”



“So we should get rid of them together!” Jakel exclaimed.



Rue rolled his eyes, “Nice try, leave me alone.” He started to walk away toward the changing room.

Jakel grabbed his shoulders before he could get too far and turned him around, “C’mon kid! It’s not like you’re some bleedin’ virgin! Just let me fuck you this once! Please!”



The kid struggled out of his grip and glared daggers at Jakel, “You’re the one who accused me of being a slut!” he started fiercely (remember, Rue does not yell), “And it’s not like I wanted to get raped, you bastard. What makes you think that I’ll suddenly just want to sleep with just anyone?”



“I’m not just anyone Rue,” Jakel yelled back, “I’m your friend. And yes, friends don’t ask other friends, especially those that are fifteen years younger to have sex with them, but you know I’ve wanted to come inside of you ever since we first met, and you keep leading me on! That’s a little unfair don’t you think?”



“Yeah, well life’s not fair, get over it.” Reuven stated harshly, earning himself a slap.



“And you’re obnoxious!” Jakel spat. He immediately regretted it, especially, if pushed over the limit, his little thirteen-year-old friend was skilled enough to kick his ass before he could say ‘Mommy’.



Jakel brought his hands to his head, messaging his temples. It wasn’t supposed to have gone like this. Jakel usually knew his limits. His original plan was to slowly seduce the boy into getting him used to being touched by him, and then one day unexpectedly go all the way. But Jakel’s impatience got the better of him. He knew Rue was sensitive when it came to sex, but hey, it saved his life in Alliaus didn’t it?



“Fine.”



Jakel snapped his head up, “Hu-what?”



Rue had his arms stubbornly folded and refused to meet his friend’s eyes, “Don’t get me wrong, I’ll let you fuck me one day, but not now. Today we can compromise.”



Jakel was surprised, the kid actually agreed to it! After all these years…



“Lie down on your back,” Rue commanded.



“Huh?” Jakel asked, confused.



“You want to be relieved don’t you?”



Jakel followed the boy’s commands. Rue got down on his hands and knees on top of him, and lowered his penis into his best friend’s mouth.



Jakel shrugged mentally, Well, oral sex is better than no sex. He proceeded to suck on the boy’s cock, tongue running over the tip. Rue gasped at the sensation, his cheeks flushing again, before enclosing his mouth around his friend’s much bigger member.



He suddenly felt the warm enclosure around his penis leave as Jakel’s tongue traveled between his cheeks, sticking it inside his entrance. It felt really weird, having something warm and wiggling inside of him like that. Rue tried to copy his movements as best he could before returning to his friend’s cock, which was much easier to suck on.



It was so big. Rue wrapped both of his hands together around it, stroking it, as Jakel began thrusting his body upwards into the boy’s mouth. Reuven likewise tried to make the rhythm, allowing Jakel’s hands to guide his rear end.



Jakel, being much easier to turn on and having been hard for quite awhile now, came first. His semen, a seemingly endless amount, squirted into the boy’s mouth. And when Rue choked, it got all over his face.



Rue gagged and cough as the semen still squirted onto his face like a water fountain, “You taste horrible!”



Jakel laughed and sat up, turning the boy onto his back. “Really now? I think I taste rather sweet,” he said as he leaned forward to lick his own semen where it was dripping off Rue’s chin. He then returned his attention back toward between the boy’s legs, at his still harden, small, thirteen-year-old erection. “But I think this will taste even sweeter.”



His mouth was able to encompass the boy’s entire length as his fingers returned to the child’s entrance. Gasping and thrusting with the motion, Rue finally came inside Jakel, who was able to swallow all of his seed.



“No…fair” Rue panted. Jakel leaned forward to finish cleaning the boy’s face with his tongue, his fingers still thrusting back and forth inside the boy, even though the child had already gone limp. Truth be told, Rue was already beginning to become accustomed to the feeling of fingers inside of him.



Jakel licked the boy’s neck, traveling down to where the semen had covered his nipples. He sucked and nipped, causing the naked boy underneath him to squirm. He the returned to the boy’s face, spotting some semen remaining on his parted, panting lips. He licked it up, then slipped his tongue in between them.



Hmmm, for some reason this feels backwards, he thought, but then pushed the thought aside when he realized that the boy was responding to the kiss. His tongue was willingly meeting the man’s own, and when Jakel backed away to give them some air, a single sliver of saliva connected the two. Jakel dove in for another kiss, but Reuven turned his head away, placing a hand on his friend’s mouth.



“I’m cold,” he stated, “and tired”.



Jakel growled, realizing his fun was just about over. Reluctantly he removed his fingers and went to find towels. Wrapping one around his waste, he took one of the vacant cloth bags that was set out for dirty towels, stuffing their clothes and accessories inside. Undressing the boy was one thing, but dressing him, especially when he looked to be too tired enough to do it himself, was something he didn’t feel like bothering with at the moment. Luckily their inn was close by, and there weren’t too many sober people on the street at that time of the night. He went back to where Rue was lying, looking as though he could barely keep his eyes open. Putting on only his long jacket and wrapping a blanket (of which he also snatched from the hot spring’s resources) around the boy, he placed the bag on top of the kid and picked them both up at the same time. Luckily Rue was extremely light, if not all that healthy. Probably around eighty or ninety pounds or less, Jakel figured.



He passed many drunkards on the way to the inn, as well as the inn keeper on the way to their room; none of who noticed or bothered to comment on Jakel’s bare legs, or Rue’s unclothed shoulders that peeked through the blanket.



Upon reaching their room Jakel set the boy down on the single bed and unwrapped the blanket, once again exposing his body to the elements. He took a moment to enjoy the vulnerability of the sight before removing his jacket and leaving himself also in the nude.



Creeping onto the bed, he climbed on top of him and admired his sleeping face, before settling down beside him and putting them both under the covers. He hugged

The boy against his body, thanking whatever god of sex for his own cleverness in seducing the thirteen year old, even if it was just for a night. Tomorrow, when finally no longer under the influence of alcohol, Reuven was probably going to murder him. But tonight, Jakel grinned as he slowly crept his hand down the boy’s stomach and between his legs to fondle his genitals once again, tonight was his night.



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Jakel is such a pervert. And yes, Reuven is a slut, although he doesn’t know it :)