New Friends

Disclaimer and A/N: Again, this story features a couple of my friends' characters (used with permission and encouragement), and Ragnarok Online as a whole is owned by Gravity. I just have way too much fun with it ;D Also, this doesn't even begin to have anything close to a plot. It's more or less just a sex scene. Pure PWP.


The high wizard pushed the smith against the side of the inn’s door frame almost playfully, and began to nip at the sides of his neck.


The smith giggled as he stroked his fingers through the wizard’s soft golden hair. “Feeling lonely, were you?
“You looked like you could use a break. Sitting out there in the hot sun, looking cute and pathetic in hopes that someone will buy from you,” the wizard growled as he slid his hand down between the smith’s legs and squeezed, eliciting a gasp. Feeling exceptionally bold, the smith leaned forward and ran his tongue over the wizard’s soft lips. The wizard obligingly opened his mouth to reciprocate. Despite his longing for the gorgeous and elusive creature pressed against him, the smith hesitated for a moment, remembering that they were in a fairly public place. While removed from the bustling main square of Payon, they would be in easy view of any passer-by.


The smith glanced around nervously, his fears confirmed when he saw a youthful acolyte quickly walking their direction. The smith stiffened and cleared his throat, inclining his head in the acolyte’s direction. The wizard backed off a step and followed the smith’s gaze. The acolyte appeared not to have noticed them; he was resting under a tree and seemed to be on the verge of dozing off. His head was drooped forward a bit, causing his face to be partially obscured by gentle, lavender hair.


The wizard’s eyes narrowed evilly as he regarded the sweet little form before them. He roughly pulled the smith toward him again and whispered hotly in his ear, “well isn’t he a pretty one.” Once again regarding the acolyte, the smith couldn’t help but agree with his companion. The acolyte held his head upright again allowing the smith to see softness of his face and the gentle serenity of his expression. The smith turned his attention back to the wizard, who was running his tongue over the sharp edges of his teeth and eyeing the acolyte much like a starved wolf would regard a baby rabbit.


“How would you like to invite him to play?” the wizard asked of the smith. The smith got the distinct impression that “no” would not be an acceptable answer, but proceeded with caution nonetheless.


“Isn’t he… with the church?” the smith responded cautiously. The wizard nodded, not taking his eyes off the acolyte.


“So doesn’t that make it… sort of wrong?” the smith continued. The wizard merely nodded again.


“Don’t tell me you’re not interested,” the wizard snapped, “I saw you looking at him, too."


The smith nibbled on his full lower lip and knew full well that the wizard was right. Upon seeing the acolyte, the smith’s thoughts had been far from innocent.


“So how do we get him over here?” the smith asked.


“Easy. Acolytes can’t resist helping the injured; it’s their duty. I will remain here, and you will approach him and inform him that your friend is wounded and needs assistance. He will agree to go with, at which time you will lead him back here.”


The wizard looked nearly maniacal at this point. The smith scampered off to do his bidding, almost feeling sorry for the acolyte, knowing from experience that the wizard was not likely to be gentle.


“Excuse me…” the smith softly began upon approaching the acolyte. The acolyte looked up in response.


“My friend is, um, injured, and I was wondering if you would be able to assist,” the smith asked.


“Of course,” the acolyte responded cheerfully, his bright purple eyes showing no trace of suspicion. Like an obedient puppy, he followed the smith back to where the wizard waited.


The smith felt his pants tighten at the sight of the wizard. He was half-sitting against the edge of the doorframe, long legs spread and bent at the knee. His gold-embroidered white shirt was open, revealing his sleek chest. The lenses of his glasses seemed to amplify the piercing green of his eyes, staring up through tousled blonde locks. To top it all off, he had a very obvious hard-on.


As the smith conspicuously adjusted his own erection, he heard the acolyte gasp suddenly but quietly, and knew that he must’ve had a similar reaction to the wizard’s suggestive pose.


“That’s him,” the smith said. He placed a hand on the acolyte’s lower back and guided him closer to the wizard. The acolyte knelt beside the wizard, and shifted somewhat uncomfortably when the smith did as well, his hand still on his lower back. Attempting to ignore the touch, the acolyte placed his hand on the wizard’s exposed chest. He gasped again when he felt the wizard’s long fingers firmly grasp his hand. For a moment he locked eyes with the wizard, and he felt sin flash down his spine into his groin, making his cheeks grow hot. Highly observant, the wizard noticed the acolyte’s subtle reaction.


“Why don’t we go upstairs so you can inspect more thoroughly?” he purred, casting a furtive glance at the smith, who winked in response.


“Ah… okay…” the acolyte responded tentatively. He was making a powerful effort to focus solely on his duty and ignore the sinful thoughts and feelings which were now flowing freely between his mind and his crotch. It was difficult, however, when he could feel the wizard’s warm, smooth skin under his hand, and his intense green eyes boring into him. As the wizard gracefully slid out from under his hand and stood, the smith began to rub the acolyte’s shoulders in an attempt to sooth him for what was inevitably coming next.


Within the seclusion of the smith’s room at the inn, the wizard once again sprawled out and re-assumed his suggestive pose. He beckoned to the acolyte, who cautiously approached. The wizard once again closed his hand over the acolyte’s, and slid it up his chest, caressing over his throat and finally his lips. The acolyte squeaked in surprise when he felt the wizard tracing soft kisses over the palm of his hand and fingertips. He tensed as he felt the wizard pulling him closer. The smith moved in then, rested his hands on the acolyte’s shoulders and begin to massage him with firm, slow strokes.


“Shh, just relax, hon,” the smith whispered, brushing his lips over the acolyte’s ear, “It’s going to feel good.” The acolyte began to protest weakly, insisting that their actions were sinful, but rapidly succumbed to the smith’s skillful touching, relaxing into his powerful hands as the wizard leaned in even closer. Gradually the smith slipped off the acolyte’s outer robe, allowing the wizard to slide his hands over the acolyte’s chest, nothing but a thin layer of cloth separating their skin. When the wizard’s long fingers reached the acolyte’s nipples, he squirmed with surprise.


“Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before,” the wizard chuckled incredulously, “you live around priests, don’t you?”


“Yes…” the acolyte confessed shyly, and said no more.


“Just as I thought,” the wizard smirked and kissed the acolyte on the lips. One of the smith’s hands was gradually working its way down the acolyte’s back to fondle his tight ass, and the other wrapped around his waist, holding him relatively still. The wizard kissed him softly and gently, running his tongue over his lips. When the acolyte let slip a barely audible moan, the wizard slid his tongue into his mouth. His hands were busy working over the acolyte’s thighs, gradually moving up to his crotch.


The acolyte had long since realized he had no chance of escaping. And, as much as it bothered him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to escape. The wizard’s mouth was so warm and sweet, and the smith’s hands massaging his back and his ass were simultaneously soothing and exciting. Of course, he knew engaging in sexual acts like this was wrong; everything he had been taught told him this. But now that he was actually doing it, feeling the skin and kisses, he couldn’t deny that it thrilled him. The ache for release in his cock was almost entirely new to him; he wanted more, but didn’t know exactly what it was he wanted. Surely the priests at the church wouldn’t find out, would they? His train of thought was promptly derailed when he felt the wizard’s long fingers close over his erection and squeeze lightly.


“Mmm… I knew you’d enjoy this,” the wizard whispered as he began to suck and bite a trail down the acolyte’s neck. The smith reached around and began undoing the fastenings of the acolyte’s robes, and the wizard reached for the button of his pants. Between the two of them, the acolyte found himself fully nude in an amazingly short time. He felt the blush on his cheeks flair up again, and reflexively moved to cover himself.


In response, the wizard took the acolyte’s hands and once again placed them on his bare chest, encouraging him to feel. The acolyte obediently explored the planes of the wizard’s sleek chest, and gradually became more enthusiastic as he realized the wizard was enjoying it.


The smith had crept around next to the wizard and reached into his pants. “Don’t forget about me, love,” the smith scolded as he began to stroke the wizard’s impressive cock. The wizard inhaled sharply and moved his hips into the smith’s touch, even as he continued going down on the acolyte. The wizard paused at his nipples, biting and licking, eliciting delicious gasps and squeaks from the acolyte, who was biting his knuckles to keep from making sound.


“Why don’t you assist?” the wizard said to the smith, who eagerly began to lick down the acolyte’s chest as well. Finally, both their mouths hovered inches from his erection, and they grinned evilly before moving in. The acolyte could no longer contain his cries as he felt both their mouths sliding over his cock, tasting the drops that gathered at the tip. The wizard reached his hand up and slid his fingers into the acolyte’s mouth to coat them with saliva. Shortly afterward he sat up licking his lips and roughly flipped the acolyte over.


“Keep playing with him,” he ordered the smith. The smith had no problem agreeing to this request, and slid under the acolyte to put his mouth to work once again. Meanwhile, the wizard admired the view of acolyte’s tight, round ass, squeezing the cheeks before sliding one of his long slick fingers between them. The acolyte writhed and tensed in protest.


“Relax, honey,” the smith murmured, “It’ll only hurt at first, then you’ll love it.”


Gradually the acolyte did begin to relax as he became accustomed to the feeling of the wizard’s finger inside him. Slowly, a second and third finger were added and slid in and out. The acolyte was quickly beginning to enjoy the once strange sensation of being penetrated, and already starting to want more. Sensing his eagerness, the wizard pulled his long, thick cock free of his pants. He spat onto his hand and stroked himself, spreading the wetness around. Finally he grasped the acolyte’s ass with one hand and the base of his own cock with the other, and pushed the tip inside. The acolyte whimpered in pain; while he had grown used to the fingers, the wizard’s cock was quite a bit larger.


Fighting down the powerful urge to bury himself in the acolyte’s impossibly tight ass in on fierce thrust, the wizard held back until the acolyte had calmed down a bit, then continued his agonizingly slow entry until he felt his hips pressing into the acolyte’s ass.


“God, you’re so tight…” the wizard moaned as he began to slide in and out. The smith had been distracted from sucking the acolyte’s cock, and was sitting near his head stroking himself slowly as he watched the wizard intently. He looked over and noticed the acolyte’s pretty little mouth, currently unoccupied (other than moaning), and guided the tip of his cock toward it. The acolyte obediently closed his lips over the head and began to work his head up and down the shaft, sucking as he went.


“Aaa… good boy…” gasped the smith, as he watched the acolyte’s head slide up and down. The acolyte continued to moan even with his mouth full, and the smith shivered as he felt it. His hands tangled in the acolyte’s soft hair as he began to move his hips, fucking the acolyte’s mouth. He looked up to see the wizard pounding into the acolyte’s ass, one hand unseen and stroking the acolyte’s cock.


The smith leaned as far forward as he could and managed to brush his tongue over the wizard’s lips. The wizard leaned forward as well for an urgent, wet kiss. They eagerly swallowed each other’s moans as they both approached orgasm.


The acolyte was the first to come; the wizard’s deep hard thrusts and skillful touch had been his undoing. He screamed around the smith’s cock in his mouth, tears popping from his eyes as he came into the wizard’s hand. Feeling the acolyte’s muscles clench in orgasm pushed the wizard over the edge, and he bit down on the smith’s lip hard enough to draw blood. The smith continued to hold the acolyte’s head in place and fuck his mouth until he felt his orgasm near, at which time he let go, and the acolyte moved his head back. He managed to catch some of the smith’s semen in his mouth, but a large portion splattered over his lips and cheek. After admiring the sight for a moment, the smith leaned down and licked it off.




All three were momentarily exhausted and slumped to the ground, panting heavily. The acolyte was the first to sit up. With a dazed look on his face, he began fumbling for his clothes.


“Not even a thank you?” teased the wizard, copping a quick feel on the acolyte’s ass before he could get his pants on.


The acolyte was blushing furiously. Now that his physical need had been satisfied, he was able to think rationally about what had just transpired. God forbid any of the priests find out… but how could he possibly leave a sin that dire unconfessed? The punishment would surely be severe either way.


When he was finally dressed, the smith gave him a surprisingly tender kiss on the lips. “I’ll look for you next time I have sins to confess, honey,” the smith said with a wink.


As the acolyte scampered out the door, the wizard rolled on top of the smith and laughed. “As much he may or may not try to forget what just happened, he’ll remember every time he tries to sit down.”