The Seven Sub-Sins of Lust

“Well, that was fun!” Colonel Jade Curtiss laughed playfully as he opened the front door of his condominium to let his “guest” out, “I hope to see you again soon, Kratos.”

Kratos Aurion replied with a small laugh. He looked almost like a preppy kid, clad in his form-fitting, blue Judgment outfit, but the crossing straps steered the exact label from the mind. His body ached, but he was pretty used to it, since it was his job… As Jade closed the door, Kratos looked up at the starry sky and sighed. Apparently, the pain wasn’t in his body alone, and he was tired of it. He knew that he needed a lover, but he’d done practically every gay man in Oykot City, and all of them came to the Seventh Hymn brothel with only sex in mind. Who would be interested in him romantically? Hell, who would be interested in ANY whore, anyway…?

In his daze of melancholy, his feet brought him to the doors of Good Spirits, the newest club in the city. It only opened the previous week, but business was already booming. The security guard there was a guard for a club that Kratos frequented, so he let the whore walk in and up to the bar. Kratos looked around, grinning. There were indeed a lot of people in there, freak-dancing and having a good time. He let his head fall as he took a seat on a high stool and flatly ordered, “I’ll take an Yggdrasil…”

“Comin’ right up!” came a friendly voice that made Kratos look up from his finger-locked hands. When he did, he nearly gasped at the stunning bartender smiling down at him. His semi-chinky eyes—sparkling sapphires—were so full of warmth and gentleness. He had spiky, blond hair styled mostly to the front, and the sweat glaze on his skin, creamy to the color, only increased his sex appeal. Clad in a classy, black vest, black dress pants and shoes, and white undershirt, he gave Kratos a cute salute and wink and got to work. “This stuff’s pretty strong. You sure you can handle it?” the mixologist asked.

Kratos shook out of his medium trance and just chuckled almost sadly. “Yeah… I’ve taken worse,” he said, returning his attention to his hands.

The bartender looked at the whore out of the corner of his eyes. “Something on your mind?” he probed, “Wanna talk about it?”

“No. I’ll be fine.”

The bartender smiled, eyes closed. “You know, sometimes, all you need is a friend to lend an ear.” He turned and slid the alcoholic mixture down the counter to Kratos. “I’m always open to listen.”

Kratos picked his head up and stared at the blue-bubbling, golden beverage that stopped before him. “I’m a paid playmate,” he said bluntly, taking the mug into hand, “I’m with a house called the Seventh Hymn. When I came to Oykot, I didn’t have anything, and I didn’t know anyone. I used to be a mercenary, but my skills aren’t needed in a place like this. Sex is what I do for a living, but I’m tired of it. I want something more than that.”

Casually, the bartender leaned against the counter, in front of the whore. “Well, you’re a good-looking man. I’ll give you that. I’m sure you’ll find someone out there.”

“That’s just it,” the crimson-haired man pointed out before taking a gulp of his Yggdrasil, “I don’t want someone who’s only interested in my body. I want to give myself to the one who can see me for more than my ‘talents,’ but I’ve been with almost every gay man in the city. Not one of them has tried to see me as anything but a sex partner.”

“That may be true…” the blond man said, pouring himself some light ale, “…but people can’t see you for who you are unless you show them. From a distance, all that they can see is a good-looking, well-built man. What they see sparks interest. You have to open up and let yourself go, like you are now.”

“I have a heart that I want to give. I gave it to someone once, but she’s gone, now. She was my light. I wonder if any man is bright enough to replace her…”

“The gender of that kind of light doesn’t make any difference, really,” said the blond, “Society has people believe that heterosexuality is right, but I don’t believe that. People should follow their hearts; if yours leads you to a man, then damn it, let it! Who cares what people think? If you’re happy, no one else should matter but you and that special person.”

Kratos smiled and nodded. “Agreed,” he said.

The bartender grinned widely. “Oh.” He held out his hand. “Pardon me. I’m Guy Cecil, owner of this place.”

“Kratos Aurion,” the whore stated back, shaking Guy’s hand firmly.

Guy laughed, “Nice, firm handshake! I like that!”

“Why’s that?” Kratos asked, downing some more alcohol.

Guy leaned in close to Kratos, as if to tell a secret to him. “Because it means that you have some interest in who you’re talking to,” he whispered, winking at the older man. Kratos blushed a little and nearly spat his drink out. Guy laughed again. “I’m only kidding!”

"Hmph," went the whore as the pink on his cheeks began to fade, "I almost had my hopes up, too." Slowly, he sipped his drink and stayed silent, unsure of how to proceed.

Guy cocked an eyebrow as he took down some of his ale. This tragic tale that seemed to haunt Kratos had the bartender quite curious. After placing his glass down, he just stared at the whore, grinning.

Kratos couldn't help but blush again. Finally, after a long while, he asked, "What is it?"

The blond bartender shook his head. "Nothing. Sorry." He took another sip of his ale. "I just can't help but stare; I don't see how anyone can't be interested in learning about you." He finished his drink and set it aside to wash later. "I know I'D be interested, if I had the chance," he said, offering the crimson-haired man a handsome smirk.

Kratos thought about this with consideration to Guy’s looks and personality, or what he knew of it so far. Slowly, a returning smirk became of his lips. "That seems like a fine idea,” said the mercenary-turned-whore.

Guy chuckled through his grin. "Don't worry about the drink; it's on the house," he said, winking.

Kratos' smirk stayed intact. "Thank you," he said before he too turned his glass in, "You have me curious about you, now."

"Well, I used to be a swordsman before I 'moved' here," Guy said in detail as he filled his glass with water up at the sink and started washing it, "I still keep up my skills, just in case. It was pretty hard, starting a new life here, but I'm pulling through alright. I miss home, but until I can find a way back, Oykot is my new home."

Kratos pondered the details of Guy’s story. A swordsman…? "Interesting…" he commented.

After that night, Kratos made it a habit to visit Guy at Good Spirits. They talked and laughed, essentially enjoying each other's company. By the whore's third visit, they'd formed quite a strong friendship.

Guy perked up when DJ Mieu started playing a hot dance track. He came out from the bar and held his hand out for Kratos. "Will you dance with me?" he asked, his smile as handsome as always.

Kratos blushed like some Japanese schoolgirl crushing on her teacher. "I’ll pass…" he said bluntly, turning away, "…I don't know how to dance…"

"Wha?" Guy laughed in a friendly way. "Don't worry about it! There's nothin' to it!" He grabbed Kratos' hand and pulled him onto the dance floor. "You just gotta let yourself move with the music. Get the beat, and then move to match it." He let go of Kratos' hand then and demonstrated, bumping and grinding to the beat of the Latin remix to LeAnn Rimes’ =Can’t Fight The Moonlight=.

Under a lover sky
Gonna be with you and no one's gonna be around
If you think that you won't fall
Well just wait until, till the sun goes down

Underneath the starlight - starlight
There’s a magical feeling - so right
It’ll steal your heart tonight

You can try to resist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark
You’ll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know that you
Can’t fight the moonlight
No, you can't fight it
It’s gonna get to your heart

There’s no escaping love
Once the gentle breeze weaves its spell upon your heart
No matter what you think
It won't be too long till you’re in my arms

Underneath the starlight - starlight
We’ll be lost in the rhythm - so right
Will it steal your heart tonight?

You can try to resist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know that you
Can’t fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark
You’ll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know that you
Can’t fight the moonlight
No, you can't fight it
No matter what you do
The night is gonna get to you

Don’t try
You’re never gonna win, oh

Underneath the starlight - starlight
There’s a magic feeling - so right
It will steal your heart tonight

You can try to resist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know that you
Can’t fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark
You’ll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know that you
Can’t fight the moonlight
No, you can't fight it

You can try to resist
Try to hide from my kiss
But you know, but you know that you
Can't fight the moonlight
Deep in the dark
You’ll surrender your heart
But you know, but you know that you
Can’t fight the moonlight
No, you can't fight it
It’s gonna get to your heart

Kratos was unsure at first as he watched Guy dance to the track. Gradually, the music took him over, filling him, and soon, he was moving as well.

Given that the whore had a slightly awkward form of dance, the blond bartender had to admit that it wasn't all that bad. Pretty soon, they were in the midst of the party crowd, Guy grinding behind Kratos, and Kratos backing up into Guy. Both wore admirable smiles, seeming to enjoy the night.

After dancing a few tracks away, Guy grabbed Kratos' hand and pulled him onto the balcony that overlooked the waterfront. "That wasn't too bad, for someone who 'can't dance!'" Guy said, laughing and leaning on the railing.

Kratos laughed a bit. "Hm… At least I tried, which is a first…" he made his response, considering his uncertainty regarding how to repay the compliment.

Guy grinned and looked out at the bay. "I know how you feel, Kratos," he brought up after a long moment of silence. He closed his eyes and took in the scents of everything around him: the lapping water, the wet and dry sands, the food from the grill next door. He then looked at the older man, his smile still strong. "A lover would be a nice thing to have, someone by you no matter what, enduring life's hardships with you. I've never thought of it like that before. All this time, I've been working on trying to find a way home. I hope that one day, I can find the right person for me. Maybe you'll find yours."

Kratos nodded. "I hope so too, but I have no home."

Guy cocked an eyebrow. "What about the Seventh Hymn? Don't you belong to that house?"

"Indeed, he did…" came a strong male voice from the club. Both men cast their eyes at a muscled man with long, spiked, grayish-brown hair and a thick goatee. He wore a white muscle shirt and blue jeans with a black jacket tied around his waist.

"Van!" Guy growled.

"Well, well. Good evening, Gailardia. I see you've met my former best 'employee,'" the man said with a grin at Kratos, "You think that you can leave the Seventh Hymn unpunished, do you, 'Blue Angel?'"

A boy with spiky, green hair walked onto the balcony after Van, followed by a large man with a thick, black mane. "I overheard you talking to yourself in your room back at the house, Kratos," mentioned the boy, "You were talking about leaving Seventh Hymn."

"You're the master's most expensive 'employee;' your leave will affect the house greatly," added the large man.

"Sync! Largo! You're in this too!?" The mentioned grinned at Guy, disregarding him as a potential threat.

Van stepped closer to Kratos and took his chin. "Well, 'Blue Angel?' Why are you leaving? There had better be a VERY good reason for this."

Kratos growled at Van. "Of course I’m leaving! I'm through with being a paid playmate! I want someone to love me for me, not for my sex."

Sync and Largo burst into laughter. "'Someone to love you?'" Sync quoted, "You think that such a ludicrous idea is possible!?"

Largo nodded. "Nobody can love YOU, Kratos! After screwing with virtually every gay man in the city, you'd think you'd have that figured out! You're nothing more than a good fuck! There's no lover out there for you!"

"Hey! What makes you say that?" Guy shouted, "He has a good personality that people just need to take time to learn about! Why are you putting him down?"

"Guy…" Van gave the bartender a stern look. "Kratos came to the Seventh Hymn willing to give himself up just to start a new life here. This was his choice."

Kratos growled in a whisper, his eyes closed and fists formed.

With one swift punch to their sternums, Van winded Kratos and Guy out. "Take 'Blue Angel' to the sewers, where filth like him belongs. Leave Guy there; he's no threat to us, and he doesn't know the whereabouts of the Seventh Hymn."

"Right!" both followers responded. Largo obediently threw Kratos over his shoulder.
~~~
"Well, this is it," Sync stated. Largo threw Kratos into the water at the bottom of the sewer, and a mighty kick from Sync turned the wheel that opened the valve and dumped the torrent of wastewater on Kratos. "That should get rid of him."

"Yes. Let's go and inform the master."
~~~
It was about an hour later when Guy came to. Several club-goers were standing around, trying to waken him. Before anyone could attempt to help him up, he was up and out of the club, dashing through the streets in search of Kratos, Van, or the two followers.

Sometime near 2am, a body floating in the bay came to Guy's attention. He could tell, it was Kratos. In he dove, swimming to the floating body and bringing it to the sandy shore. "Kratos! Come on!" he called out. He checked the pulse; there was one, but no breathing. As quickly as he could, Guy administered rescue breathing.

After 19 breaths, Kratos finally came around. He spat out wastewater and coughed violently, stuck in a heavy daze, his entire body aching.

Guy stared at Kratos in horror before pulling him into a tight embrace. "Good… You're alive…" he sighed, his heart racing.

Kratos turned over before realizing that Guy was there. "What happened?" he quested, placing a hand on his throbbing head.

"I don't know; Van put us both out, so I couldn't see what they did to you…" Guy let go of Kratos and took his hands. "I'm glad you're safe, though…" he sighed with a smile.

Kratos blushed a bit. "Wha-what do you mean?" he asked, obviously not used to such treatment.

Guy chuckled in response. "At least they didn't kill you, like I thought they would." He wrapped Kratos' arm around his neck and helped him up. "Come on; I'll take you back to the house."

Kratos, appalled, barked furiously, “Are you mad!? Look at what they did to me!”

"Forget the Seventh Hymn; I'm taking you to MY house. We need to get you in bed."

Kratos looked shocked. "Wha?" he asked nervously. In… bed?

Guy laughed a little before elaborating, "I'm going to bathe you and put you in bed to rest before you catch pneumonia."

Kratos' blush deepened. “You’re… going to bathe me?” he repeated in question.

"You're in no condition to continue dancing, and you look too weak to even move. I'll bathe you. You'll have to sleep with me; it wouldn't be right to have you sleep on the floor, and I'm sure as hell not sleeping on it. You can wear one of my silk robes until I wash your clothes."

Kratos fell quiet as he looked away due to his lack of words.

"Don't get me wrong; I'm not going to take advantage of you just because you were a prostitute," Guy assured the older man. Within 15 minutes, Kratos was being helped onto the porch of a fancy Victorian estate on the outskirts of Oykot, light blue in color and guarded by tall, iron gates. The inside of the house looked far more elaborate than the outside, obviously, but to the sense of price. Gold Cheagle statues at the bases of the banisters, crystal chandelier above the entrance hall, the works! Up to the master bathroom they went. Once there, Guy helped Kratos remove his clothes and step into the tub, which one could swear would fit up to four sumo wrestlers. Guy turned on some hot water and got to work on scrubbing the filth off of his guest's body.

Kratos remained silent the entire time. He had taken baths with the men who he’d slept with, but he also knew that none of them had been as caring as Guy was. Strangely enough, he felt warm, bathwater heat aside. It was something that he was not used to, as the warmth didn't come from sex…

"So you left Seventh Hymn…" Guy said, sparking a conversation with a low, calm tone as he washed Kratos' right arm.

"I didn’t want to be there anymore,” answered the older man, “I wanted to do something more admirable.”

"That's good…" Guy replied with a smile, "You're worth more than that." He moved the washcloth down across Kratos' chest and down his tummy. "Granted you're very good-looking, you have a body that would look better in one person's bed than in everyone's."

Kratos couldn't help but smile at the comment. "So I've been told… about my good body."

Guy let go of the cloth and moved his hand down more, into the water, wrapping his fingers around Kratos' penis. "You're very well-endowed, too," Guy mentioned, grinning, "I'm estimating 9 inches." He giggled stupidly and took the washcloth back into his hand. "Sorry. I wasn't supposed to take advantage of you."

Kratos shivered a bit from Guy's touch. It was so... gentle. "It’s alright… It felt better than ever, in your hand."

This reaction made Guy smile even inside. “Does it really?” he asked, but oh so wanting to say more as he returned his hand to Kratos’ penis and rubbed the head with his thumb.

Kratos couldn’t contain the coo that was forcing its way out of him. “Ah, that feels so good…” he groaned while letting pleasure throw his head back.

Unable to resist the calling body before him, Guy kicked off his dress shoes, peeled off his socks, and stepped into the square tub of water with his hot guest. He didn’t even bother to remove the rest of his clothes. In his hand, he felt the now ex-whore stiffen, likely due to the excitement of having the attractive host join him in the bath. “Damn, you’re big!” Guy laughed, teasing.

“Do you… treat all guests like this?” Kratos grunted in question while his erection ached and throbbed in a pleasantly firm grip that was not his own.

“Not all…” answered Guy, his freer hand roaming the older crimson-hair’s bare pectorals and abdomen and studying them carefully, “…but for you, I’ll make an exception.”

Kratos found himself placing his hand on Guy’s, the one that was so anatomically curious. Guy looked up; both pairs of eyes locked on to each other. Closer they came, chocolate and azure cross-mesmerizing until they were slowly sealed away by lids beautified with soft lashes. Lips touched, hearts fluttered, and as if by instinct, Kratos pulled Guy on top of him. Onto the bartender’s shoulders the former prostitute held, just as around the former prostitute’s waist the bartender held. Moans and sighs sounded as the kiss deepened to an emotional level. Guy didn’t jump when his pants were invaded by Kratos’ ass-groping hands. Tongues lapped at each other, erections—one restricted and the other free—rubbed together, and body holds tightened.

“Do you… Are you trying to, you know, go that extra mile?” asked the blond, wishing that he’d phrased it how he wanted to.

Kratos grinned at Guy, replying, “Not really, but you are.”

“Maybe I am…” Guy unzipped his pants and whipped out his dick, now matching Kratos’ in size. “Your ‘talent’ has nothing to do with it. I want YOU.”

Kratos didn’t know how to respond, but he helped Guy get him into a comfortable position. With legs apart and anus exposed, he lay back and let the host work. He arced his back as Guy pushed himself into him carefully, not that Kratos needed care. He was pretty used to penetration, so even a rough, dry thrust wouldn’t have hurt the ex-whore too much. Guy didn’t have the biggest cock that he’d ever felt (certainly not that it wasn’t big), but something about it made it feel better than the others, the way it ripped into him and struck him deep. Kratos pulled the younger man in more as he continued thrusting.

“God… You feel damn good!” Guy panted while his hips moved faster, causing water to splash out of the tub. It was as if Kratos’ hole was hugging his erect penis so affectionately. He reached down to fondle his guest some more. “Soft skin on hard muscle, eyes of rich chocolate, hair as red as the brick of your built body, voice of maturity, strong will, and so much more that I haven’t learned yet. These feelings are real.”

“Wh-what… feelings?” Kratos asked, his eyes bearing worry as well as hope.

Guy smiled down at Kratos, and after placing a deep, warm kiss on his lips, said, “These emotions that fill me right now. I know that I want you, Kratos. Knowing that I’m inside of you right now makes my heart pound against my chest. I felt my heart ache when I found you in the bay. To think that I’d lose you before I could even tell you that I’m interested in you, that hurt…”

“Guy…!”

Guy slammed into Kratos hard, determined to complete the intimate moment with him. “I have to have you, Kratos, in body and heart.”

“Guy, I’m…” Kratos’ face turned red, for he was unable to respond to Guy’s statement of interest. “Your handjob is going to make me come soon,” he whispered breathily.

“Good. Let’s come together.” The blond fucked harder and faster, now even more determined. He sealed the crimson-hair’s urethra with his thumb so that he wouldn’t come before him. “I’m getting close, Kratos! Just hold it in!”

Kratos nodded, letting his head turn left.

With a few more thrusts, the younger bartender was at the doorstep of his climax, whereas the elder ex-whore was ready to barge in. “H’a’right, Kratos… Let it out!” Guy grunted, spilling a massive load of his seed into his love interest’s anal depths.

Kratos fired off round after round from his experienced gun onto his chest and abs once Guy removed his thumb. “Ah… Guy!” he cried out as he creamed himself thoroughly.

After orally cleaning Kratos off, Guy gave him his royal blue silk robe and told him to make himself at home while he took his shower.

Kratos sat on the king-size bed only to come to the surprise that the red sheets were also made of the purest silk. He lay upon the silk sheets, wondering what his new life was going to be like, now that he was living with Guy. He had no money; surely, Guy would make him pay for his stay “somehow…” Kratos looked around the room curiously. To his left, disregarding the door to the bathroom in which Guy was bathing, was a wall rendered practically invisible due to the bookshelves, though to his immediate left was Guy’s laminated cedar dresser, bare to the top surface, save for a picture frame with a photo of a redheaded punk who only Guy could identify. Across the room and to Kratos’ left was the door leading to the southern east hallway, and in the right-hand corner of that side of the room stood a strong, circular, crystal table, surrounded by four cushioned, mythril chairs of excellent craftsmanship, reminiscent to those in the dining room at the Fabre household, though Kratos didn’t know that. Directly across from him was the Plasma TV, evidently with DVDs stored in the magnet-close library beneath it. The circular carpet in the middle of the room displayed seven Cheagles on a cloud, each a different prismatic color, blowing their matching-colored fire breaths in arcs to form a rainbow. In the right corner formed by the glass wall of the balcony and the wall against which the bed that he was on stood was Guy’s computer and printer. To Kratos’ immediate right was a nightstand to match the dresser, and atop it was a colorful Tiffany lamp, a cordless phone, and a digital clock reading “2:59am.”

Sometime around a half-hour later, Guy emerged from the bathroom in the glorious practical nothingness of a semi-transparent robe of un-dyed silk, worn loosely, the belt tied only once. Kratos stared, looking Guy over. This mere human, whose figure was so godly, he just had sex with. He knew that the session in the bathtub wasn’t going to be their last as he visually removed that intrusive, white robe.

“Let’s get you tucked in,” Guy said as he lifted the silk sheets for Kratos to slip under. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s still pretty early, but I’ll go to the kitchen and make us some breakfast. I want you to get some rest for today. You almost died…” A bullet shot through his heart and another of Van’s punches left him breathless when he mentioned Kratos’ near-death experience. The mere thought pained him more than it did the ex-mercenary. “You were in cold water for a while, and some of it got in your lungs. I’ll have one of my employees tend to the bar. I’m taking the day off.”

“Guy, you don’t have to—“

“Yes, I do, Kratos!” Kratos was taken aback by the younger blond’s sooner-than-immediate response. Guy smiled warmly at his guest, a hint of sadness still evident. “I… don’t want you to die…” He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. “Remember that we still have to find our perfect lovers. I don’t know if we are each other’s, but I’m more than willing to find out, so I can’t have you dying on me.”

Kratos was left speechless for a minute or so, but once he got his thoughts and feelings together, he nodded and said back, “Right… I’m willing to give ‘us’ a try, too.”

“Thank you, Kratos.” Guy kissed the crimson-hair’s left cheek before standing. “Relax, now. I’m going to bring up some food.”

“Alright.”

Guy gathered up all of their clothes and piled them into the washing machine in the laundry room within the bathroom before heading downstairs.

Kratos looked around the room again before laying his head upon the fluffy pillow. This was his new home, apparently, not that he minded. No! He didn’t mind at all! Why would he? His housemate, roommate, BEDMATE was a fucking hot, blond, and built swordsman who expressed his budding feelings for him! The Blue Angel had to admit that he had feelings for Guy, too. When he thought back, he remembered Guy’s taste during the mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Guy’s gentle touch on his cock made him achingly stiff. Cool, blue eyes contrasted from the warm smile that frequented his mind, and that firm handshake from three nights ago was given with the same hand that touched his organ so stimulatingly, but in the end, it all made perfect sense. This tidal wave of memories sent a soothing heat rush throughout his body, thus sharpening his bodily sensation. The voice of this new man in his life danced through the air around him, despite Guy’s absence from the room. That laugh, that whisper, that call back to life, that voice that spoke from the heart more than the mind… There was no way that Kratos would be able to shake himself free from the wonders of the man that he’d met only recently. He wanted more, he desired more. More touching, more kissing, more speaking, whispering, more sex, more heat, more learning, more teaching, more of Guy in heart and body, even soul.

This desire… yes, indeed. Love. This was what true love felt like. Kratos remembered it from many moons ago. Now, he wasn’t going to lose Guy like he did Anna. None of the clients for Seventh Hymn made him feel this good. Before he knew it, Kratos was sitting on the sheets again, his robe was down to his elbows, and his hand was pumping his erection with vim and vigor. Sweat was pouring down his naked body. Breath was escaping to the world that he swore had to be fantasy. With his eyes closed, only one thought stuck to the back of his eyelids: “Guy… Ah, fuck, Guy!” Over and over, he manually fucked himself. He even slipped two fingers of his free hand into his anus. He could feel Guy’s semen still inside of him. One lick of those fingers got him so high, driving him to jerk faster, harder. “Guy! You, whose hand I’ve become so fond of, its forms of contact innumerable… I desire more than a chance with you! You must be the one! I know that you are! I won’t accept any other man! No man in this city has a touch and smile that compares to yours!” Pre-cum formed at the tip of his penis. He was jacking off harder than any man should safely, but he didn’t care. It felt so good, imagining the blond wonder right there, his sweet juices rolling down Guy’s hand instead of his own. His testicles, dripping with sweat, slapped his wrist and asshole hard. The odor of ball-sweat soon filled the room, intoxicating him beyond salvation. “Guy! Going to come soon!” he warned the imaginary Guy.

“Don’t come yet, Kratos!” the real Guy called out as he walked into the room holding a tray containing two plates of two pancakes and a single teacup-size, glass, vase-shaped bottle of warm maple syrup.

“Heh… How long have you been there?” Kratos asked, still jerking himself and not really caring that Guy was watching.

Guy set the tray on the crystal table and took the syrup bottle with him to the bed. “Enough to hear how you feel,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, beside Kratos. His lips met the Blue Angel’s, sealing an escaping moan. “With this hand, I want to protect you, so that nothing like what happened this morning can happen again.”

“I suppose you would have me pay for my stay with my services…” Kratos assumed, his hand still moving, though not as rapidly as earlier.

Guy laughed. “No, you don’t have to do anything,” he answered, placing his hand on Kratos’ to stop his masturbation before he could come, “If you offer yourself, I won’t turn down, though.” The blond caressed the crimson-hair’s right cheek tenderly with his left hand, smiling at him. Oh, how quickly that smile reignited the warmth that Kratos luxuriated as it radiated from his heart. “You’re a hot guy, Kratos. Like I said, that’s the spark that attracts people like me.”

“Won’t I be in your way? I have no money or possessions; all that I have is my body. I’m nothing but an ex-whore, after all…”

Guy sealed Kratos’ lips again with his before replying, "I don't care if you don't have money or possessions, Kratos. None of that would matter to me, if you did. I like you for you, what you do have. Leaving Seventh Hymn was a brave and admirable thing to do, especially when that was all that you had. That's why I like you. You’ve always been Kratos Aurion, to me."

“Guy…”

“If you think that I’m ‘the one,’ Blue Angel, then be mine.” Guy tipped the bottle a little and let the now tepid syrup pour onto Kratos’ pubic region. “Give me all of your body, and I’ll give you all of mine.”

Kratos gazed into Guy’s blue eyes, indulging himself in the kaleidoscope of emotions that they’d become while the syrup was poured all over his nude form with disregard to ruining the silk fabrics, until all of the syrup was used up. All but his head was given a glossy coat of brown, sugary paint. “Alright…” he agreed with a single nod, “Let’s see what you can do for a man who used to do this for a living.”

Guy smirked naughtily at his guest. “Oh, trust me, I’ll do better to you than any of your clients have.” With immediacy, he started with Kratos’ thighs, running his tongue up them slowly, teasingly, swallowing what he’d collected in his mouth so far before speaking. “I want to be ‘the one’ for you. I want to believe that you’re ‘the one’ for me. On that night, as I stared at you, I thought, ‘This man, as hot as he is, deserves a lover. Why has he not found one yet? Maybe destiny brought him to me…’” He continued upward, his lingua dipping into Kratos’ left groin. When he felt the stiff ten inches of meat smear syrup on his right cheek, he took it into his right hand and sucked the left side up to the head, then swallowed more syrup. “But I cast the thought of destiny aside. The events of the future aren’t predetermined. That’s what I believed…” Guy spiraled his tongue down the erect member, rousing a groan from his uke. He slurped up and downed some of the syrup that was dripping off of Kratos’ balls and into his ass before continuing. “After meeting and getting to know you, after dancing with you, after jumping into that freezing water to save you without a second thought, and after deciding to let you live here, I believe that maybe there IS a hint of destiny involved. The way I look at you, the way you look at me, my yearning for more carnal knowledge with you… After only three nights of knowing someone, I’d never feel this strongly, but I wanted something with you since your first visit at Good Spirits.”

Kratos, trembling from the pleasure that was wracking his body, gave Guy a weak smile. “Destiny exists… and perhaps I was destined to meet you,” he huffed, losing himself as he plunged into the deepest and richest of oceans not found on the map, “After dealing with my last client, that night, I walked and didn’t know where I was going. I found myself in front of the one club that I hadn’t even learned the location of yet.” The Blue Angel turned his head to the right and stared at the 3rd crescent moon awhile. “Things can happen, if you believe in them.”

“Do you believe in true love?”

Kratos looked back at Guy with shock. He stared at the blond man, disbelieving that he’d been thrown such a question. However, once he dove into that uncharted, paradisiacal ocean, all feelings of offense dispersed. “I used to love someone…” he said, his tone pouring negative blue all over himself, “…but she’s gone, now. I loved Anna so much, but after her death, I didn’t think that I could ever love again, for fear of more loss, and with it, more pain. The more you love someone, the more it hurts when you lose them.”

“So you DO believe in true love.” Guy ran his tongue up the crimson-hair’s six-pack valley, gulped some syrup down, licked up to the neck, and gulped down more syrup. “Then… if you believe, like you say, then it can happen, right?” Kratos, captivated by the words that were reflected to him, stared breathlessly at the gorgeous blond man who was now straddling him and undoing his white robe. The sleeves fell to Guy’s elbows, and the robe itself was now around the small of his back, wide open. He mounted Kratos so that the undersides of their hard penises were rubbing together. Both men grunted from the sensation. “Do you think that you can still love?” He tied Kratos’ blue belt around his own neck in a loose but cute and fancy bow before tying his white belt around Kratos’ neck. “Do you believe that true love can still happen with someone other than Anna?”

The Blue Angel pulled on the blue ribbon around his younger seme’s neck and brought him into a deep kiss. The men moaned as they frotted hard during the strong emotional contact. “Yes, I do,” Kratos replied after parting from Guy’s lips.

“Glad to hear it.” Guy initiated another powerful kiss as he situated himself on Kratos’ erection. He sounded an extensive coo as he lowered himself onto the ex-whore’s meat, his hands on supportive shoulders. “Never done this before, but damn you for feeling so good!” he growled.

Kratos looked up at the blond with well-nigh more than astonishment. “Wait, you’re a virgin!?” he queried.

The younger laughed. “Did you think that I wasn’t?” he asked.

“Of course!” Kratos exclaimed, “During the bath, you moved like you had experience!” This made Guy laugh again. “What?”

The blond man shook his head as he took in the last inch of his mate. “Ooo… I’m a virgin, but I know what to do.” Inside of him, he could feel the syrup-coated ten inches poking at his prostate. Within a short while of size adaptation, he started moving his hips, a moan rolling out from his throat and a rosy tinge coming to his face. “God, Blue Angel… Oh GOD!”

For that very moment, in Kratos’ eyes, Guy was the most beautiful being that he’d ever seen. After being pushed onto his back, he felt the blond’s hands move down to his pecs. He looked down to see the younger man’s breathtaking expression, which practically screamed how much more he wanted. “That’s it, Guy,” the crimson-hair said encouragingly, his hands on his uke’s hips, “Take your time; there’s no need to rush an orgasm. Just focus on feeling good and taking in the moment. You’ll come when your body is ready.”

Guy let his head hang as he responded, “I want you, Kratos. You’re the man who I want inside of me for my first time.”

“You’ll have me, Guy,” Kratos assured his mate, “I won’t pull out of you until I finish coming. Don’t worry about that right now, though. Just think about everything that’s happening right now.” The clock on the nightstand read 4:04am, and outside, only the faintest dawn was visible. Kratos looked out through the balcony window to develop a scenario for his partner to envision. “We’re alone in a grand manor, on the outskirts of the city. It’s too early in the morning for anyone to interrupt us.” He looked back at the blond atop him. “Close your eyes, now, Guy, and think about the things that I say while you ride me.”

The Blue Angel’s words and deep voice played with Guy’s ears and heart, but Guy nodded and obeyed. “Alright, Kratos…”

The crimson-hair caressed his blond partner’s face, and then brought his hand back to the working hips. “Listen. There is no sound but my voice. You feel nothing but my body beneath and inside of you. Our hearts have connected. I am the man who will share this bed with you from no on. Imagine our naked bodies wrapped in the same smooth fabric. We inch closer to each other, and accidentally, our penises touch.” He grinned when Guy moaned quietly, and he couldn’t deny that he was getting turned on by his own scenario. “I take you loosely into my hand to fondle you, and you whimper.” Kratos did what he told, and Guy reflected the scenario with a small whimper. “Very good. Imagine that, every morning after your return from the club. We would never get any sleep. We would tend to each other’s need all morning long, and by noon—“

“—Oh GOD, BLUE ANGEL!” Guy suddenly started moving his hips faster, stirring his insides with Kratos’ dick.

“That’s it, Guy…” Kratos whispered as he began pumping Guy for all that he was worth, “Ride me hard. Get me there, so that I can give you what you want from me.”

The younger blond threw his head down and gave the crimson-hair the hardest kiss that he’d ever felt from anyone, complete with a tongue battle. “I want you, Kratos! I need you and no one else!”

“I’m already yours, Guy!”

“I love you, Kratos!”

Kratos was set aback by the declaration, but after a reflection of the morning’s events, he smiled and said back, “I love you too, Guy.”

Guy suddenly kissed Kratos again, and then admitted, “Where I’m from, I’m the son of Count Gardios Galan. My real name is Gailardia Galan. You’re the only one who I want using it.”

“Gailardia Galan…” the Blue Angel repeated, “Very well, then. I’ll remember that name.”

Within minutes, Guy had Kratos’ shoulders, his nails digging into the blades. “God damn! I’m going to come!” he warned in rough grunts, “Just so you know, I’m a bit more potent than most men…”

“How amusing… I’m quite the tank myself,” the crimson-hair panted in response. He sealed Guy’s urethra with his index finger. “Together, then?”

“Yeah.”

Kratos took Guy’s right hand with his free left and smiled up at him. “With this, we’ll mark that I’ve claimed you first. Are you sure?”

“I want to make you my first and only, Kratos!” Guy barked with such resolve, “You’re the one for me, so I’m going to do everything in my power to keep us together! I may never replace Anna, but damn it, I want to equal her!”

Stunned at first, Kratos gave a warm smile much like Guy’s… like his lover’s. “I think that you just might, Gailardia…” he murmured.

“Kratos!”

The Blue Angel nodded, and once he removed his finger from Guy’s chute, they reached their orgasms, and Kratos made his wings of light visible to his lover. Quarts of seed spewed out of them, Kratos in Guy’s anal depths, and Guy all over Kratos’ bare chest. Both men sounded their cries of ecstasy, and once the mind-wracking waves of pleasure subsided, they rested their weak bodies. The blond lay on top of the crimson-hair that slipped out of him, both now messy with syrup and semen. Once he’d gained enough strength, the noble flopped over and pulled the angel close to him.

“So… you really are a Blue Angel…” Guy mentioned, staring at the blue wings of light, though not too surprised, since he’d seen stranger in his world of Auldrent.

“Indeed…” Kratos answered in Guy’s left arm, “Since you told me your true identity, I thought that revealing mine would only be fair.” He didn’t want to keep any secrets from his new lover; he desired a bond of love, trust, respect, and happiness.*

As they decided to blow over the clean-up and just go to sleep, Guy gave some thought to the matter of his new boyfriend’s mystical being. “Kratos, how old are you?”

*However, some things were better remained as secret. “Twenty-eight…”

“Okay. Just curious.”