Temptation

Part I.

Percival hugged Rody even tighter to his body, devouring his lover's cries with hot, passionate kisses. He had only one thought in mind, and that was Rody--he made sure of it. There could be no other...never. He desperately wanted to prove this to Rody...and to himself.

Rody's screams were swallowed by his lover's sweet mouth like wine from the glasses they'd emptied long, long hours before. Percival seemed to be completely enflamed by his desires tonight. He'd been a little distant recently, so change for the better was good in Rody's book. 'But does he have to be so rough?'

Not that Rody was in any frame of mind to complain. He'd never been touched quite this way before...never so deeply...never with such force and de. P. Percival seemed to want to seep right into Rody's body and become one with him. Rody was lost in the lust between them, shivering and trembling with the intensity of the passion emanating between them.

Finally, Percival threw his head back, his mouth still moist from their heavy kisses, and cried out at last. Now, Rody was also free to release his own screams, and they collapsed together in a mass of heat and sweat. But it wasn't over.

Percival immediately pulled Rody closer to him and began kissing his neck, his lips so rough Rody knew there would be bruises to pay.

"P-Percy!" Rody cried.

Percival mistook it for another cry of passion and didn't slow down.

"Percival, no more!" Rody yelled.

Immediately, the knight pushed away, shaking his head to snap out of his delirium. "...Are you okay, Rody?" he panted, sweat and tears covering his face. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

Rody looked up at his lover's face with confusion. "Percival, were you crying?"

Percival took his hand from Rody's hip and wiped at his cheek. "...Yes, I think I was."

"Percival...are you okay?" Rody returned the quest

The Zexen looked down at the mage's concerned face. He didn't know how to answer. So, instead, he kissed him again, and then they made love again...and again...

"What the hell exactly are you asking me?" Borus demanded gruffly, and none too quietly. "How am I supposed to know if Percival likes it rough? He never gives me the time of day anymore."

Rody winced, his cheeks heating up as a few heads turned. "Sir Borus..." he begged. "Please..."

Borus finally sighed and looked around. "Well, it's your fault for asking me such a ridiculous question," the knight mumbled.

Rody swallowed. He'd known this wouldn't be easy, but Borus was really making it painfully difficult to talk about this... "I'm just asking because...well, you two were always so close..."

"So you thought we were screwing all that time?!"

"Sir Borus--!" Rody hissed. "Please keep your voice down! This is a personal matter!"

"Well, let me tell you this, Rody--once a knight gives himself away, it's forever. Percival was never one to abide by those rules. If he wanted someone, he'd take them, end of story. He and I didn't... I wouldn't settle for anything less than 'forever'. Percival was always 'for the moment'. I couldn't deal with that, so nothing ever happened. I was okay with it--I figured that if I couldn't have him, at least no one else could keep him, either. Then you came along, and...and everything changed."

Rody couldn't bring himself to be apologetic. He loved Percival, and wouldn't let him go for anything in the world, not even Borus's broken heart.

"So, to ar yor your question, no; I do not know what makes him horny."

Rody sat in shocked silence--that's not exactly how I phrased that question, he thought--and watched the Zexen walk briskly out of Lake Castle Inn's small dining room.