Persistence

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It wasn't difficult for Jaromir to follow the group because of the freshly fallen snow showing the traces so that even a blind would have been able to detect them. When he came across Syran's horse a few metres behind the fighting site he thought for a moment and then tried to grab the reins. It took several attempts to calm the confused animal but then he could take it with him, long reins tied to his saddle. Preeno was a little wary of the new companion but did not bite at it.

Syran was slightly aware of what was happening, he felt drowsy and couldn't force himself to move because his own wrists were tied to the saddle and a man was pressed behind him, hot breathing against his neck. They were riding but Syran had no idea where to, losing his consciousness from time to time. "Let's take a small break, I'm hungry," one of his kidnappers spoke and apparently all agreed because they stopped. "How is our little prince?" The question was asked in a mocking tone and someone laughed. "Sleepy it seems.." The one who had been riding with him unbound his wrists and lifted him down. "Alright cutie, here we go..." The man tapped his cheeks. "I wonder if another dose is in order?" He mused looking at him. "What do you think prince? Will you behave?" He grinned and Syran blinked not liking the helpless position he was in.

Jaromir was glad he could stop before running into the group when they made a break. Dismounting and sneaking closer he could see that Syran still was drowsy but he saw no chance to help him now. All the thief could hope for was that the white eared Ylvas kept his calm and perhaps the kidnappers became a little careless when the prince appeared weak and obedient. Jaromir was sure that his best chances were at night, when the mercenaries were asleep, most likely only with one guard.

The men ate and Syran found their company very unsettling. He was conscious now but couldn't make his body listen and it was an odd feeling. The man who had ridden with him kept him close and before they left he bound his wrists to the saddle and gagged him, apparently letting the drug wear out of his system. Syran's nervousness rose as they continued the journey deeper to the north and he knew exactly where they were heading. As the darkness fell they made another stop, not willing to travel at night. Someone lit a fire and the man still held him close stroking his cheek after drinking a little and Syran could smell the alcohol in his breath. "Such a cute little prince," he muttered, making Syran shiver. "Watch it Kerr! I am sure you shouldn't molest him...yet..." One other said in amused tone.

Jaromir had followed them the whole day and now he sat in a tree, watching the campsite when nightfall cast long shadows over the landscape. One the guys was already drinking which was a good sign and when they had set up the camp the others started to drink from the same bottle, obviously being sure that Syran would not be able to escape on his own. When one man started to touch the prince's face Jaromir narrowed his eyes. Molesting your victim did not bode well with him.

The men kept drinking, Syran felt disgusted and wondered about his half uncle's standards in his choice of men. When the man tried to touch him more boldly Syran muttered behind the gag and started to struggle more. "Kerr, you better tie him to that tree or something if you can't keep your hands to yourself. We don't have Kolli's permission to go that far," one reminded which relieved Syran slightly. Muttering in displease the man they called Kerr obeyed. Some time later two men retreated to the tent to get a little sleep and Kerr had decided to keep the guard. Syran was amazed that the two others trusted the idiot to do this.

A few hours later the guys were being quite drunk, two went into the tent, the other obviously having the first watch shift but despite his duty he still sipped from the bottle. When he stood up and staggered to a tree to relieve himself Jaromir saw his chance, gracefully jumped down, approaching the man with long strides who turned at the sound of steps on snow only to see the flare up of a dagger that sunk in his throat, making it impossible for him to warn his companions. He sunk to the ground, red staining the white floor and the world went black for him.

It was cold, Syran felt hot tears rising to his eyes. He wanted back home to his warm bed. Suddenly there was a motion to his left and it caused him to turn and look. At first he was slightly alarmed by the dark figure but then recognition followed and Syran was never so happy to see the thief before!

Jaromir sneaked to the prince, cutting his bonds, whispering into the white ear, that shivered with the cold: "Stay silent and calm, I will be back in a few seconds and then we leave." With this he unsheathed his stiletto and went into the tent. There was a short gurgling sound audible and then Jaromir returned, his mien grim. He offered a blanket to Syran. "We will leave. I have your horse with me." The brunet turned and walked off to the horses.

Syran nodded, surprised over the change of events but extremely relieved at the same time. Kolli was crazy and he realised that the man was apparently determined to kidnap him. He held the blanket close to his body and followed Jaromir. "How did you find me?" He asked still shivering from the cold, his clothes underneath were more or less wet from the snow.

Jaromir's mien was hard. "I followed you the whole day. Traces are easy to see in the snow," he replied, not looking back and Syran.

Syran nodded silently, the words 'Thank you' on the tip of his tongue but saying them out loud felt so difficult. He smiled slightly at the sight of his horse – he had really thought he would have lost it for good! Again the blond looked at the thief and hesitated. "It was brave what you did out there..." He started, reaching for the reins of Valo, "I-" A small pause. "Thank you..." He muttered then – there he had said it.

Jaromir shrugged. "It was you or those assholes." He mounted Preeno and turned on the path. "Do you know a cabin close by? I don't like sleeping in the cold and I won't share a tent with two corpses." Jaromir's eyes got colder at his last statement.

Syran bit his lip. He couldn't blame Jaromir feeling grim, but he wasn't sure if he understood his motives but the prince was sure however that he wanted to repay him somehow. "I haven't been out in this part often, but..." He frowned, awkwardly mounting Valo because the drug still seemed to affect him to some extent."Wait... I think if we travel towards East... there should be some cabins the hunters use when needed."

Jaromir nodded and then steered Preeno in the direction, and set a light canter through the snow, carefully avoiding low hanging branches, hoping his stallion wouldn't step into a hole. He could hear Syran following him, the crunching of snow audible. It took about two hours and then they reached the cabin. Jaromir dismounted and shortly but properly cared for his horse before entering the cabin, not saying one word the whole time.

It bothered Syran that the other was so quiet, but on the other hand he couldn't think of anything to say either and he kept feeling colder and colder, the slightly wet clothes freezing in the winter night. It felt like forever until the cabin came into their view and by that time Syran was feeling weak and tired. He got down after Jaro, shakily taking care of Valo before following the taller male inside. The prince sneezed and didn't think much except getting out of his wet clothes and get them to dry. Reluctantly he released the hold of his blanket to start stripping. "C-could you... light a fire?" He asked his silent companion.

Jaromir looked at Syran and sighed. "Sure." He started the fire but he knew it would take quite some time till the cold room would become warm. The dark Ylvas took the blankets and sheets from the bed, was glad that they were cold but dry and held them close to the cackling fire, warming them. He looked at the shivering form of the smaller man and then put the sheets back on the bed, stripping naked and slipping under them. "Get naked and come here," he called out and then realized how that sounded. "We need to get you warm and with wet clothes on you that is hard to achieve."

Syran nodded and finished undressing arranging the clothes carefully near the fire so they would dry faster. The pendant hung around his neck and he knew the thief was probably annoyed by it, but it belonged to his family! It was rightfully his! Not wasting much time he hurried to the bed snuggling closer to the other to warm himself up, and it wasn't a bad place to be at all. "I am thankful..." He whispered not looking at the other's face. "I am not good at thanking people but... I'm trying... those men were horrible... and smelled awful..."

"It's okay." Jaromir sighed again, pulling Syran closer, throwing one leg over the smaller man's, pressing his whole body against the other. When there groins touched he could feel Syran twitch a little but still held him close. "Don't think about it like sex. I just warm you. After all it would be a shame to rescue you from the hands of those guys first and then let you die because of pneumonia." A small smile passed over the thief's face and then he closed his eyes, trying to keep his mind blank, not thinking about the surprised faces when he slit the throats of the kidnappers, the gurgling sound and the metallic scent in the air when red blood ran down marred flesh.

Syran sighed, relaxed slightly and wrapped his arms around the other to hold him. He felt surprisingly safe where he was, surprisingly good in this hold, though at first it had been difficult not to think about sex when they were this close to one another and if he was honest to some extend it still was. He realised that killing those men must have been something that bothered the dark Ylvas and gently moved his palms over his back in gentle caresses. He didn't say anything, nuzzled his nose against Jaromir's chest and then listened to the beat of his heart, a strange comforting feeling spreading inside.

Jaromir was surprised by the warm sensation that spread through his system while he held Syran. The little guy still shivered a bit but it died down with every heartbeat and the warm skin felt soft and nice against his own and the hands that drew random patterns on his back put him a bit at ease. He sighed and gave in to the sleepiness that had lurked in his mind the whole ride, buried his face into soft, blond hair and fell asleep, hoping that he wouldn't have any dreams.

Syran closed his eyes, the movements of his hands slowly stopping as the sleepy feeling started to take over, warmth spreading through his body, coldness forgotten. Syran's forehead pressed softly against the crook of Jaromir's neck and he fell asleep there.

Jaromir woke up the next morning, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. He looked around the sparsely furnished room, seeing the fire had died down over the night but he could feel that the room was quite warm. There was something even warmer in his hold and he smiled at the mess of blond hair and white ears that rested against his chest and neck. The smile grew into a grin when he could feel something hot and hard slightly poking into his stomach and he testing rolled his hips and felt a small shudder reverberating through the smaller man. Well, obviously he was a healthy young man – and Jaromir was in the same state. Deciding this were good signs – not having dreams he could remember and waking up aroused which he should being so close to such a sexy Ylvas as Syran was – Jaromir pondered about some morning fun but then decided against it, gently shaking Syran's shoulder. "Hey sleepy, it's time to wake up and go home."

Syran opened his eyes slowly and gazed up at the thief. He blinked, reluctant to move away from the warmth. The blond was aware of his own state, aware of the morning hard on he supported and nudging against the other he noticed he wasn't the only one. "It's still early," he murmured though he wasn't sure if it was the case. However he leaned closer and kissed Jaromir's collarbone and neck. "You sure you don't want me thank you properly?" Syran asked with a small mischievous grin, hint of hopefulness in his tone.

Jaromir was tempted and thought about it. It would be a bit hard on the other when they had sex and he then sent him back home without the crown jewel. On the other hand he had saved the blond's life – and he was a thief, so no harm in some fun. "Oh, you awake enough for that?" The tall man grinned and then rolled them over, his legs between Syran's. "Well, the little prince sure is," Jaromir teased, pressing their erections together.

Syran moaned at the contact, his hands lowering on the curve of Jaromir's lower back. "Mmmh, wide awake..." Syran agreed and his hands made their travel further down to squeeze those firm buttocks while his lips gently nipped on Jaromir's jaw line.

Jaromir pushed his arousal against Syran's a few times, before he lay beside the white tailed Ylvas, kissing a cheek bone and then kissing up till he reached a white, furry ear. He licked along the ridge, his foot gliding over the other's calves, a hand sliding over the sternum down over twitching abs, to a hard, hot shaft, that jerked a little in his hold. "So you want to thank me, my prince?" The taller man whispered with a husky voice into Syran's ear.

Syran licked his lips purring quietly. "Yes... I am feeling thankful... You should be rewarded..." He whispered and well, it felt like a reward for himself as well. His hand reached to take a hold of the other man's throbbing organ. "You want me to thank you, don't you?" He purred.

"Oh, I want!" Jaromir smiled widely. He kissed the tip of the Syran's ear, grinning when it twitched and then slipped his index finger under the prince's foreskin, wetting it with the first drops of pre-cum, the hard dick was already leaking. "I really want..." He brought his finger to his lips and sucked it into his mouth, watching Syran while cleaning it with his tongue. Jaromir wrapped his tail around the prince's dick, not wanting to neglect it and let the black, furry tip swish teasing light over still skin-clad glans. The black haired man gently bit Syran's ear while his hand massaged his lover's sac, feeling the soft fur there, circling the smaller man's opening with his wet index finger, pressing against it but not breaching it. "You want to try this battle I told you about? The one where no one can lose..." he purred into other's ear.

Syran's purring deepened watching Jaromir almost hypnotised, his hand had stilled around Jaromir's organ until his mind snapped back from the cloud of pleasure and started to move his hand slowly,his thumb sliding over the head of the organ while his tail caressed the man's thighs. "I am curious to try..." He finally gave his answer.

"Good!" Jaromir smiled brightly, slowly pushing in his index finger. "You said I am your first man, so let's loose you up a bit before I will bury my dick into you, Syr." The thief wriggled his finger a bit. "Tell me, Syr, do you like to take things in your own hands or do you like it more to be pampered?"

Syran moaned slightly at the feeling, his heart beat increasing; wanting it and at the same time feeling slight nervousness because it was new to him and he wasn't sure what to expect. "Um... it depends..." He panted. "Depends on the... situation..." He tried to keep his thinking as clear as possible but that proved to be rather difficult.

"Well, then let me pamper you this time. Your first time you should be pampered," Jaromir purred against the ear and then pulled his finger out. He rummaged in his coat that had hung on the head of the bed, pulling out a small bottle that contained a special oil he used to avoid doors and locks to creak but the fine texture made it work really fine for such situations, too. Jaromir lubed two fingers and then pushed them against Syran's opening, thumb caressing the spot between ball sac and sphincter to loosen the smaller man up. "Listen, Syr. Relax, okay? It may feel weird, but it will get good, great even." With this he slowly breached Syran who clamped down and tightened his hold in the taller man's dick. It hadn't hurt but Jaromir didn't want to take chances and gently pulled the hand away from his arousal, placing it on his shoulder. "I come later, okay?"

Syran had carefully followed Jaromir's movements and now feeling the digits inside indeed felt weird at first, making his heart beat increase. At Jaromir's words he nodded, small nervous chuckle as he realised he must have been squeezing him at the process. The white tailed man tried to relax and calm his breathing, studying the different feelings going through him. There was an odd feeling in the bottom of his stomach, like tickling? He couldn't quite describe it with words but it wasn't really unpleasant either. The first hesitation of maybe wanting the fingers out left as well after he had managed to relax, getting more and more curious instead. He wondered if it would hurt later but at the same time trusted Jaromir's words that in the end it would feel good.

Jaromir could feel Syran relax and smiled into the blond, soft hair, taking in the smell. "That's good. Now try to keep relaxed." He knew that it would be difficult for the smaller man, but Jaromir wanted Syran to enjoy this, like it and remember it with joy in the future. He started to wriggle his fingers while his tail started to stroke the white hotness, that had gotten half flaccid, into full arousal again, letting the foreskin slip and back and forth. Syran clamped down with the stimulation of his dick but soon started to relax again and Jaromir slowly scissored his fingers.

At the stimulation on his dick the feeling of oddness starter to be replaced by pleasure and Syran felt his cheeks getting hot, his lips parted into a silent moan. He gazed Jaromir through half opened eyes before felt it was too intense and decided to close them for awhile. His hands still rested on Jaromir's shoulders at times tightening his hold before again relaxing. The pleasure he felt kept growing and even slightly surprised him that it could feel this nice.

Jaromir smiled at the small blush on Syran's face and regretted it a bit that he couldn't see the turquoise eyes anymore, but this could wait until later. While the white tailed man loosened up more and more and getting highly aroused, the leaking dick wetting parts of Jaromir's tail. The taller man nibbled at the fur of a white ear, loving the soft texture between his lips. When Syran's panting started to grow rapid Jaromir stopped the ministration of his lover's dick. "This is how it will feels in a few moments," he purred and then brushed his finger tips against Syran's prostate, "just much more intense." He then withdrew his finger and lubed his dick, pulled back the foreskin, rested between Syran's legs and lifted one on his shoulder, parting his lover's legs a bit more. Lining his dick up, Jaromir leaned forward, caught Syran's lips in a gentle kiss. "I will enter you, but I will do so slowly." Petting the hand that lay on his shoulder he added: "Squeeze when it starts to sting and I will stop and let you get used to me more, okay?"

Syran opened his eyes now feeling nervous again – the real thing was after all bigger than those fingers. he willed himself to try and stay relaxed though. He gave a small smile at his lover. "Okay," he whispered then. "I'm... as ready as I'll ever be," he added with a small nervous snicker.

"Okay." With a kiss Jaromir pushed his bulbous head in and then stopped. He saw that Syran at least felt uncomfortable with the intrusion but the taller man knew it would go easier from now and just stayed there for a moment, leaving butterfly kisses on light skinned Ylvas' face, a hand stroking an ear soothing, the other gliding over the foot and calve that rested on his shoulder.

Syran gritted his teeth – he felt slight pain and though it wasn't too bad it was still present. However, the caress on his ear made him feel better; his ears had always been sensitive for touch and were one of those places that he enjoyed greatly to have petted. The small, soft kisses and other touches worked as well to distract him and slowly he eased his squeeze on Jaromir's shoulders to let the man know that he could move in deeper.

Looking into deep blue eyes Jaromir slowly slid in further, bit by bit till his ball sac rested against soft buttocks and he was completely in. "Okay, Syr. Now we go to the fun part," the taller man smiled and his tail started to move again, the flaccid cock in his hold almost jumping to his engorged state at the stimulation. Jaromir chuckled. "Definitely wide awake and needy for attention. Just like his owner, huh?" The taller man laughed softly and after a few moments started to gyrate his pelvis, gently rocking a little back and forth with his hips.

The pain started to fade into the background and Syran blushed slightly at Jaromir's words. He moved his other hand in Jaromir's hair, curling his fingers into the soft locks, his tail wrapping around Jaromir's leg. When Jaromir found the right angle and thrust against Syran's prostate he released a surprised yelp-like-moan, his eyes opening wide, marvelling at how good this started to feel. He would have never guessed that it could feel quite like this! The pleased purring returned and Syran brought his head up to try and capture the darker male's lips with his own.

Jaromir met Syran's lips, pushing his tongue into the other's hot mouth, stroking and massaging the wet muscle in there. He could see Syran's eyes mist and dilate, felt the rapid heartbeat against his chest and kept thrusting his dick against the smaller man's prostate in short, quick thrusts, his tail squeezing and rubbing the pulsing, rock-hard dick it was wrapped around. He smiled with Syran's small yelps, moans and purrs, whispering against the others lips: "I know you must be close, Syr. Let go... Come... It's fine, you need it... And... I give it to you."

Jaromir was right; Syran was close, so very close but everything felt so intense he had almost been afraid to let go completely. Now those words were encouraging him, pushing him forward and allow himself to completely surrender to the pleasure and pretty soon the warmth spread all over, made him feel hot, his toes curled, the tingling feeling moved upwards making gasp and his eyesight darkened. "Nnh... Mir!" He moaned the others name as his organ pulsated in the fluffy tails hold, releasing his hot seed over his own and Jaromir's stomach.

Jaromir smiled when he saw his lover give into the pleasure and watched the face that showed a mien of pure please. His own cock gave a hard throb when Syran moaned his name and that cry rang in his ear, making him warm and dizzy. The tall man could feel something hot and wet hit his stomach and he glances down, seeing Syran's dick pulse and squirt thick ribbons of cum and he licked his lips with the view, before looking back at Syran's face. The little man started to come down a bit, a smiles forming on his lips and Jaromir let his movements die down, resting his forehead against Syr's and smiled against the other's lips.

Syran felt his heart beat calming down slowly with his breathing, looking at his lover and feeling lips brushing against his. He kissed Jaromir slowly and lazily aware of the length still buried deep inside him. His hands moved down on Jaromir's sweaty back to his buttocks starting to massage them gently, nudging his face against the other's neck before stealing small kisses, feeling strange affection towards the other man.

Jaromir accepted the signs of affection with a smile, even leaning a bit into them. Perhaps he shouldn't do that, not giving the other hope, but this was so good, so great after a very long time, and he was so horny and needy and liked the small, sometimes sloppy kisses and the gentle caress he got, feeling wanted and needed. "Shall I pull out till you can go for another round or is this fine?" He asked between kisses.

"It's fine..." Syran whispered. "Wouldn't want to leave you hanging..." He added squeezing the buttocks to encourage the man further. He did feel more sensitive now after his orgasm, but wanted to give the other the same pleasure he had just received.

Jaromir chuckled. "Syr, you are young, right?" Grinning when he saw the other's confused nod he added: "Well, just give yourself a few minutes. Believe me, you will scream for more and actually that is something I will enjoy, so just relax and yeah..." Diving in for another kiss, Jaromir took the leg from his shoulder and urged Syran to wrap it around his waist, hand travelling up and down the other's side, running over a protruding hipbone, flat stomach and the semen that cooled down there, up over a smooth chest. "Feel me in you and let the pleasure start to tingle you again."

Syran relaxed slightly and concentrated on the feel of Jaromir's touches and the way the thief's cock felt inside of him – it was erotic and arousing. He licked his lips and moved his hips slightly, feeling the blood started to rush back into his organ. The blond shivered looking at the tall man above him; he really knew what he was doing and Syran almost felt a tingle of jealousy for those who had gotten to experience this with Jaromir sooner than he had. He knew how absurd and silly this thought was, but couldn't banish it from his mind completely.

Jaromir saw the absent-minded look on Syran's face and combed a hand through blond hair, nibbling at the hickey he had left the previous night. "What are you thinking, cutie?"

Syran didn't want to say what had thought because it was so silly. "Feels good..." He decided to say instead and again pushed his hips against the other man, deciding that he really was enjoying this feeling and was glad the pleasure wasn't over yet. He wanted more.

Jaromir didn't believe the white eared Ylvas but let it slip since he got more needy with every moment. Feeling Syran move his hips he took the hint and started to move, this time not just little rocking but he pulled out till only his dickhead remained into the tight velvety channel and he pushed slowly in, building a slow rhythm. "Okay?" He asked, knowing that maybe the small man was still too sensitive for so much stimulation.

Syran panted squeezing his thighs around the man, studied how it felt. He was a bit sore but it wasn't really something he would label as pain either. "It's okay..." He answered after awhile and licked Jaromir's neck at a sudden impulse.

Jaromir shuddered with the lick. This was one sensitive spot and he purred and pressed into the wet muscle, feeling his dick give a slow jerk with this. He kept the slow pace while pushing into the hot heat, but pushed harder against Syran's prostate, gyrating his hips while nudging the sensitive spot before slowly pulling back and then repeating it. He feelt his dick getting more sensitive with every thrust, pleasure starting to overtake his control. "Syr..." he purred, resting his weight on one arm, the other sneaking between their bodies, reaching for the other man's arousal.

It felt amazing! Every time that his prostate was being nudged made Syran press harder against the other, eager for more and when Jaromir grasped his organ Syran rolled his hips moaning wantonly. His hand reached to Jaromir's ear, stroking it as the other tried to reach for the darker male's tail. "Feels good," he repeated his earlier words. "More..." he purred soon after, eyes half open.

Jaromir gasped when his ear was stroked, and he felt a hand on his buttocks, searching and he wrapped his tail around the arm once. Syran started to massage this furry appendage, too and Jaromir growled, pressed his face into the nook of the smaller man neck, grazing his teeth over the sensitive skin. The tall man couldn't help but sped his rhythm up, need urging him to find completion and he increased his pressure and speed on the pulsing shaft in his hand. "Close, so close..." he growled against warm, sweaty skin.

"Me too..." Syran moaned. "I want to feel it... It's ok, let it go..." He whispered, looking at the other's face, purring with content when seeing the intense pleasure written on it. The white eared prince continued to stroke the thief's tail and ear's, his own pleasure building in the bottom of his stomach for the second time.

Syran's words let Jaromir's control slip and his instincts took over, pushing into the velvety heat that clenched so deliciously around his throbbing shaft, grabbing and welcoming every thrust. Then the pleasure exploded, the orgasm ripping through his body and he pressed closer to Syran and with a fast, hefty thrust he buried himself deep inside his lover, throwing his head back and growling deeply before leaning forward, biting down on a white ear, moaning and purring against the furry appendage and pistoning into Syran, spurting his semen into his small lover, milking the other man's cock.

Syran watched Jaromir's face with fascination and licked his lips while releasing a satisfied purr to respond the one from the darker male. He felt the muscles tensing under his palms, felt his own pleasure building up closing and closing making him pant and tremble beneath the other. Syran brought his lips against the man's neck to silence another moan and again acting on an impulse he started sucking on the skin there, wanting to mark the other as his as well.

Jaromir tried to calm his breath, but when Syran attached his lips to his neck he shuddered involuntary. He could feel the other's still rock-hard dick in his hand, it pulsed and twitched needing. Jaromir kept rocking against Syran's prostate, squeezing and rubbing the hot arousal in his palm, feeling it swell a bit. He growled into Syran's ear: "Follow me, Syr, follow me!"

Syran kept his moist lips against the sweaty neck of his lover, a muttered moan soon followed. The white eared prince still trembled beneath the taller man and finally the stimulation that his body was experiencing pulled him over the edge and made him cry out in pleasure. Syran held onto the other man tightly as his organ pulsated and released his seed between their two bodies for the second time that morning. He didn't let go, his body slowly relaxed and he gazed up through half opened eyelids before nuzzling the others neck and planting light kisses on his skin.

Jaromir smiled and relaxed, pressing his body against the other, holding the still hot cock gently in his hand. "That was fantastic, little one..." He sighed contently but stiffened when Syran's tail tried to intertwine with his. He quickly got up, biting his lips when he saw the smaller man wince when he pulled out to fast. "Sorry, but I don't want this, Syran."

Syran blinked in confusion, feeling the soreness now inside, then he frowned his neglected tail flipping close to his chest. "What?" He asked though he knew it, just didn't want to believe it. He pulled the blanket to cover himself, his heart starting to beat faster not wanting to hear what he knew would most likely follow.

Jaromir smiled sadly at the smaller man when he saw the fear and hurt. "I don't know about Atanva, Syran, but in Drabbengrum people intertwine tails only when they are a couple. You know, love each other, want to marry or stuff. And as much as I liked what we did right now, it was fun. Fooling around a bit. I mean..." Jaromir sighed. He didn't like that. "I mean you cannot love me, right?"

Syran looked away starting to play with his tail nervous and unsure how to deal with this. He felt stupid now and he didn't like feeling stupid. He was a prince and of course it had been silly and would be silly because Jaromir was a thief! Syran didn't understand his own emotions, but for him it hadn't been just fooling around. The blond hadn't done this before and it wasn't like there would have been many opportunities. "I don't just... fool around..." He muttered not looking at the man.

Jaromir lifted a brow. "Okay, then we had fun." As if it was important how you call it, he thought. "But see, we have no future, right? So, you can sleep a bit and then return home and I will go my own way." Jaromir leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Syran's ear before the prince could move away and purred into it. "Well, at least I had lots of fun and I think you enjoyed it, too."

Syran glared at him, pouting slightly. He felt hurt and odd and couldn't explain it to himself. And though he had enjoyed very much this... this seemed to spoil it. "So that's it then? Good bye and have a nice life?" He asked still playing with his tail. The small man would have wanted to be more cool about it but couldn't.

Jaromir took a sheet and cleaned himself, before he stretched, giving Syran a full view of his body but did not care after what they did. He then started to dress. "Well, most likely. I think you owe me those pendant you wear. So you give that to me and yep, then I am off."

Syran growled and got up. "You are an asshole!" He accused, the warm feelings and affection he had felt moments earlier washed away by outrage and hurt. "I don't owe you a thing!" Wrapping a blanket around himself he strode to where his clothes were. His ass was sore and it pissed him off even more.

Jaromir couldn't believe the brat. "You don't owe me a thing? The hell you do!" He stomped after the prince. "First I saved your life, then I helped you get to know your people better, then I saved your life a second time and then I introduced you to the joy of sex. Is that nothing?"

Syran's eyes watered slightly and he realised it then and felt even more stupid. "You don't care. You only saved me because of this stupid jewels!" His lower lip trembled slightly and the young Ylvas hated himself for it. "You don't care! I bet you would have been all happy leaving me with them had this pendant landed in your hands!" He turned away and picked up his clothes quickly going farther away from the man. "You are not getting it. You got enough."

Jaromir became frustrated though he felt a small pang of guilt. "Listen Syran, I would lie if I told you that I didn't think of the jewel when following you and your kidnappers, but that was not the only reason. And I saved your life the first time without knowing exactly who you are or that you could help me. So, it wasn't all about the crown jewel." The thief was done dressing and stood in front of the door. "But I won't leave without the pendant, so please hand it over."

Syran didn't look at the thief, just cleaned himself quickly and got dressed. "It's difficult to believe you," he said finally. "And no I won't just hand it over to you," the prince spat out. "Why is it so important?" He had the jewel tucked under his clothes and his arms wrapped around his chest.

"I am a thief, that should be reason enough." Jaromir started to get upset and he didn't like to lose his cool, didn't like that the small male got to him like that. "You hand it over or I take it with force, believe me."

"I regret it now... Everything... I can't believe that for awhile I thought you were decent!" Syran hissed then fell silent for a moment. What did it matter really? He knew he was miles from the castle, his chances travelling alone and don't get attacked again before reaching his guards were slim, too. He knew there were also more of Kolli's people trying to get him as well. Again he glared at the dark eared Ylvas tiredly. "Might as well, what's the point? Rather you than my crazy half uncle..." He finally pulled the pendant out and lowered it on the table. "I hope it makes you happy," Syran said before going to the door, a numb feeling spreading inside him.

Jaromir reached for the pendant then hesitated for a moment. He blinked, anger welling up inside of him. This was what he came for and he had gone a long and hard way to get it, so... The thief took the jewel and hid it inside his coat, taking his stuff and stepping out behind Syran. "Syr,... No hard feelings, okay? It's just..." Jaromir turned away. "Have a safe trip home."

Syran glared at him and huffed going to his horse, already knowing how awkward the ride ahead would be. "There's hardly any safety in it..." He muttered preparing Valo and feeding him. "Have a fun life," the blond added coldly, unable to hide the bitterness. The prince then mouthed his horse and hissed slightly when his bottom came contact with the saddle – it just all added to his misery and he wondered how such a morning that started of so wonderfully could end up with him feeling so grim.

Jaromir could understand the bitterness in Syran. Perhaps the prince had a crush on him and after all he was his first man to be together with. Then again, life wasn't fair, never and to no-one. He mounted his own horse and drove it into a slight canter, looking at the sky to orientate and turned Preeno on a path that led southwards.

Syran felt upset, it felt difficult to breath and he felt so utterly foolish and stupid. What had he been thinking?! The next moment he felt angry, the first tears rolling down his skin. He wasn't sure what to tell his parents. He looked around and realised he was lost, feeling absent minded, couldn't think straight which made orientating all the more difficult. His emotions were a mess and his body felt what had been done to it. Sighing he jumped down, holding the reins and leaning against a nearest tree. Valo gave him a confused look and Syran smiled at the horse then looked at the sky and the scenery around him. He almost felt like laughing out loud, the whole situation was so utterly ridiculous in some fucked up way. He kept thinking of Jaromir.


TBC.