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Romance › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,374
Reviews:
4
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0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to any humane living or dead IS Purely Accidental. Any resemblance to other fictional character IS also accidental.The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
It was almost midnight when Magne pulled on his coat and walked the road into town.
Reid as the name of the city was, was not big, more an overgrown, overcrowded village that was encircled by a high wall that had stood in the same place for several hundred years back, a souvenir from a war now long since forgotten.
The good thing with Reid was that though it was relatively small, it was not far from the capital Torulf, where King Tyka lived with his family.
With a good carriage, it only took three days and two nights to get from Reid to Torulf.
When Magne entered through the southern gate, he took the road to the right, following the wall instead of straight-ahead where you went if you were to enter the square and richer parts of town.
On the east side of town, the roads were narrow and the houses in bad condition.
Windowsills missing gaudy ornaments that decorated the rest of the city were empty and black, in some cases even missing glass in the window.
During the day, it was people everywhere, often in rags, which swarmed around, many heading for richer parts to beg for money.
On the stairs to the houses small children, dirty and with a thumb in their mouth, looking wide-eyed at people walking by sat waiting for someone to feed them.
Yes, it was a big class differences even in a small town like Reid and sometimes one could believe being in another country and not just another part of town.
Even now at night when the children and most of the people had gone to bed where there plenty of people on the streets.
Drunks sat and lay in different positions at different stages of consciousness in street corners, young men stood in groups and engaged in one or other illegal activity.
What you did not see at first glance were the boys and girls who stood at the entrances to some alleyways.
Some stood in groups and some alone.
Some of what he saw, he recognized from old escapades and he knew that some knew him, they were just smart enough to let it be seen, nothing was worse for business than to embarrass a customer.
After discreetly checking the boys his eyes was caught by a young thing that stood against a wall.
The boy's gaze lifted.
The boy smiled a nervous smile and put one hand on his hip in an attempt to look sexy.
Magne could see that this was a boy new to the game.
Moreover, if there was anything more appealing than a new boy, Magne had never heard of it.
With solid steps, he approached the nervous youngster.
Panic began to shine in his eyes and Magne smiled large to prevent the boy from turning his back and run.
"Hello, do you have time for a little chat?” Magne asked smoothly when he was just a few steps in front of the tense boy.
"Umm..." began the boy.
"What's your name?" Magne asked…
"Umm … Sk … Skirner "stammered poor thing out and was rewarded with a big grin from Magne so big you could see all his teeth.
"So, do you want to come and talk a while with me?" Magne asked again.
After a few seconds of hesitation Skirner nodded in reply and followed, his gaze to the ground walking after Magne who led the way to one of the city's less finer inn, an inn where no one raised an eyebrow when you asked to rent a room a couple of hours instead of a whole night .
Skirner was nervous.
How long had he struggled, worked and stolen, all to not having to walk the same path as his mother had once been forced to walk?
However, he was tired.
Tired of going hungry, cold and dirty.
No money for food and it was long ago now that he had given up hope of being able to pay somewhere to stay.
He had really done everything, but when the men had raped him, it felt like it did not mater anymore.
Not that he had a virginity to protect anymore.
The first days after the rape, he had thought about dying.
He knew that the gods thought it sinful to die by your own hand but he felt dirty and unloved.
However, when hunger finally became too great, he rose from his slumber and back to life.
For a week now, he had managed to steal but you just get lucky so many times.
He had no skill as a thief.
So here, he stood now on the street like so many others after taking an icy dip in the river outside the eastern gate.
Who wants to buy a dirty whore?
When the clock was getting closer to midnight and no one had yet to show interest in him, courage was scarce.
What would he do if he could not even sell himself?
What were the alternatives?
When he finally was seconds away from giving up a man in a black coat that reached the ground, a hood that concealed everything except a mouth that smiled a grim grin.
When the man started talking to him, he replied automatically without really hearing what was said, he was too terrified.
When the man finally turned and walked Skirner followed him close, but was too scared to hold his head up high in case someone would recognize him.
The man said nothing at all while they walked.
After some time that seamed like an eternity for Skirner, they came to stop outside an inn, the Blue Horse.
For a second Skirner stiffened with horror, what if the innkeeper recognized him?
A couple of times last year during some stressful days, Skirner had helped and in payment received one meal.
With his head lowered so much that his hair was hanging in his eyes, he followed Magne close and hid himself from view while Magne was talking to the innkeeper. Then he followed Magne through the crowded tavern and up the stairs to the rooms.
When finally the door closed behind his back he breathed with out a sigh with relief, no one seemed to have recognized him.
When Magne turned to him and with one finger his chin up so that their eyes met, the nervousness came back more than ever, he had almost forgotten why he came here.
End of chap 2
It was almost midnight when Magne pulled on his coat and walked the road into town.
Reid as the name of the city was, was not big, more an overgrown, overcrowded village that was encircled by a high wall that had stood in the same place for several hundred years back, a souvenir from a war now long since forgotten.
The good thing with Reid was that though it was relatively small, it was not far from the capital Torulf, where King Tyka lived with his family.
With a good carriage, it only took three days and two nights to get from Reid to Torulf.
When Magne entered through the southern gate, he took the road to the right, following the wall instead of straight-ahead where you went if you were to enter the square and richer parts of town.
On the east side of town, the roads were narrow and the houses in bad condition.
Windowsills missing gaudy ornaments that decorated the rest of the city were empty and black, in some cases even missing glass in the window.
During the day, it was people everywhere, often in rags, which swarmed around, many heading for richer parts to beg for money.
On the stairs to the houses small children, dirty and with a thumb in their mouth, looking wide-eyed at people walking by sat waiting for someone to feed them.
Yes, it was a big class differences even in a small town like Reid and sometimes one could believe being in another country and not just another part of town.
Even now at night when the children and most of the people had gone to bed where there plenty of people on the streets.
Drunks sat and lay in different positions at different stages of consciousness in street corners, young men stood in groups and engaged in one or other illegal activity.
What you did not see at first glance were the boys and girls who stood at the entrances to some alleyways.
Some stood in groups and some alone.
Some of what he saw, he recognized from old escapades and he knew that some knew him, they were just smart enough to let it be seen, nothing was worse for business than to embarrass a customer.
After discreetly checking the boys his eyes was caught by a young thing that stood against a wall.
The boy's gaze lifted.
The boy smiled a nervous smile and put one hand on his hip in an attempt to look sexy.
Magne could see that this was a boy new to the game.
Moreover, if there was anything more appealing than a new boy, Magne had never heard of it.
With solid steps, he approached the nervous youngster.
Panic began to shine in his eyes and Magne smiled large to prevent the boy from turning his back and run.
"Hello, do you have time for a little chat?” Magne asked smoothly when he was just a few steps in front of the tense boy.
"Umm..." began the boy.
"What's your name?" Magne asked…
"Umm … Sk … Skirner "stammered poor thing out and was rewarded with a big grin from Magne so big you could see all his teeth.
"So, do you want to come and talk a while with me?" Magne asked again.
After a few seconds of hesitation Skirner nodded in reply and followed, his gaze to the ground walking after Magne who led the way to one of the city's less finer inn, an inn where no one raised an eyebrow when you asked to rent a room a couple of hours instead of a whole night .
Skirner was nervous.
How long had he struggled, worked and stolen, all to not having to walk the same path as his mother had once been forced to walk?
However, he was tired.
Tired of going hungry, cold and dirty.
No money for food and it was long ago now that he had given up hope of being able to pay somewhere to stay.
He had really done everything, but when the men had raped him, it felt like it did not mater anymore.
Not that he had a virginity to protect anymore.
The first days after the rape, he had thought about dying.
He knew that the gods thought it sinful to die by your own hand but he felt dirty and unloved.
However, when hunger finally became too great, he rose from his slumber and back to life.
For a week now, he had managed to steal but you just get lucky so many times.
He had no skill as a thief.
So here, he stood now on the street like so many others after taking an icy dip in the river outside the eastern gate.
Who wants to buy a dirty whore?
When the clock was getting closer to midnight and no one had yet to show interest in him, courage was scarce.
What would he do if he could not even sell himself?
What were the alternatives?
When he finally was seconds away from giving up a man in a black coat that reached the ground, a hood that concealed everything except a mouth that smiled a grim grin.
When the man started talking to him, he replied automatically without really hearing what was said, he was too terrified.
When the man finally turned and walked Skirner followed him close, but was too scared to hold his head up high in case someone would recognize him.
The man said nothing at all while they walked.
After some time that seamed like an eternity for Skirner, they came to stop outside an inn, the Blue Horse.
For a second Skirner stiffened with horror, what if the innkeeper recognized him?
A couple of times last year during some stressful days, Skirner had helped and in payment received one meal.
With his head lowered so much that his hair was hanging in his eyes, he followed Magne close and hid himself from view while Magne was talking to the innkeeper. Then he followed Magne through the crowded tavern and up the stairs to the rooms.
When finally the door closed behind his back he breathed with out a sigh with relief, no one seemed to have recognized him.
When Magne turned to him and with one finger his chin up so that their eyes met, the nervousness came back more than ever, he had almost forgotten why he came here.
End of chap 2