This story is very AU. I apologize if you don't like it. Yes... Jaks a whore. And yes... Erols a bit of a pansy. But this is merely the beginning to set it up for more. I was thinking maybe something like Moulin Rouge in the whole love part, ya know the whore falls in love. But then I thought... and thats just... well maybe not. So then I was thinking maybe I could make this story something where... Erol and Jak live together and love each other, but then maybe Erol dies... and Jak goes insane! Yeah yeah... maybe... but maybe not. Alright enough blabber. On to the rayshes!

Erol smiled and laughed with his friends. They were out for a night on the town. He threw his head back as one of the men said something outrageous. His hair was tied back into a shoulder length ponytail, it gleaned red from the above flaming lamps. The brick laid streets were old and weathered from many men traveling to and from home and work and back again, day in and day out. Sounds of mirth and music spilled forth from many taverns along the street sides, and a small river flowed in the middle of the city.

The sandstone buildings were pale and yellow in the darkening evening, and as Erol tromped along with a myriad of other fellow soldiers he smirked. Tonight was his twentieth birthday, and he was bound to be laid by the most gorgeous woman. Be hell or high water, nothing would stop him on his quest to loose his long held and hated virginity. After tonight no longer would the other men in the army call him Maiden. He would be a man. Tonight would be his night of glory.

They stumbled in their slightly inebriated state into the next tavern that said Dancers above the door frame. Erol laughed heartily and slunk over to a table lined with enough cushions for all. A scantily clothed woman came over and asked for their orders. As she began to walk away, one of the other men reached out and grabbed her full rear end. This caused an uproar of approving laughter. The waitress slapped the mans hand, again causing a riot, and left to get their orders.

Erol turned to the open area in the center of the tavern. Five dancers were swaying with the upbeat music. He felt his heart race at the very thought that one of them might be coming to stay in his bed. He grinned widely as one of the other men caught his stare and slapped him on the shoulder, assuring him that none would dare to refuse a good looking man like himself. Erol sat up straight as the waitress brought their drinks. He began to sip on the strong liquor, and could feel the atmosphere begin to change as night settled and more lamps were lit.

As the night drew on and more and more drinks were had, Erol felt as if maybe this night was to be a bust. That maybe, he just wasn't going to find the one woman he wanted to have, or rather give, his first to. Even though the rest of the men were quite adamant about the idea that all women were the same, he felt that it just wasn't so. Slowly the crowd began to dwindle and soon, just a few of the soldiers and other patrons were left. Erol felt his morale begin to dwindle with the moons setting.

Suddenly a note was taken up. It was a soft strum of a harp, and three dancers emerged from the draped off back area. Two women, and one man. The women were all well and beautiful, but the eye catching ornament, the one that caused Erol to sit up and at attention if you get my meaning, was the man. His long hair was green and tipped with a shot of yellow. His upper half was unclad, and his lower was covered barely by the thin, gauzy material of harem pants. The pants lay low on his hips and a small trail of hair ran up and ended just below his navel. Erol felt his mouth water as he traced that thin line up the body. The abs rippled with the experience and grace of a skilled dancer, and the arms were swaying with the music. The face was soft and angelic, the lips full and the nose came to a cute point. The eyes were large, and brilliantly blue. A sliver of tongue emerged and Erol watched entranced as it moved its way across the voluptuous mouth.

As the music began to pick up pace with drums and a flute, the graceful body began to quiver and sway. The hips began to quickly buck from side to side and the head tilted back as the being became one with the sounds. Erol felt as though he were going to burst as the sweating man came closer and closer. Those eyes locked with Erol's own. He began to tremble and sweat. His hands couldn't hold still and his throat felt parched. He felt his mouth move, but no sounds came out. This man had put a trance on him, he could feel it in his bones. The body was something from his dreams and nightmares. He knew deep in his heart, that this was the one he dreamt of those lonely nights. Reaching a hand out he begged the dancer to come closer, closer.

A hand shot out and grabbed his shoulder. "We're off Erol. It was fun while it lasted, but all the women here aren't willing to show some goods. You have a good night, and maybe get home before to late huh?" He turned and nodded, watching as the rest of his entourage left.

A soft wail began to fill the room as a woman began to sing in a wordless melody. Turning again Erol blinked and gripped a pillow, the dancer was gone, replaced with some different women and men. Erol growled and stood up, swaying slightly. Calling out he summoned the waitress and asked where the man had gone.

"Oo? The man dancer? You mean Jak? The un' with the gre'n 'air?"

"Yes woman, yes! Where is he?"

"Why do you wanna know?" She asked in a playful manner.

"Just tell me where he went, its none of your business what an imperial soldier wants." He huffed and crossed his arms, trying his best to put a stern look on his face.

The waitress chuckled and pointed to the back. "You 'an go in. If a'yone asks, just say I said twas al'ight."

Erol nodded and thanked the woman before skirting the dwindled crowd to the back of the tavern. He slowly stuck his head behind the tapestries and squinted in the dim lighting. A thick cloud of smoke from incense made Erol's eyes burn slightly. The smell was that of sandal wood and lilac petals. Taking a deep breath, Erol moved in. He scanned the small room and spotted a few women, their bodies wet with perspiration. His eyes alighted on the back of the man whom he'd come to retrieve.

The green hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail, and the skin was wet with moisture, a mixture of scented oils and water. Erol took another deep shaky breath before advancing towards the other man. Slowly he reached out a hand and tapped the dancer on the shoulder. The man turned around and looked at him, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly parted. Erol felt his mouth dry out again as he looked into those deep blue eyes. At closer inspection he realized just how beautiful this man truly was.

His eyes were lined with a coal colored liner, making them appear even larger than they really were, his lashes were dusted with a dark powder, and his cheeks were accented with a light coloring of blush. His lips were tinted with a color of berry juice. Erol could barely contain himself. He felt as if he had never seen anything so beautiful. As if the world were nothing compared to the beauty of this one person, this one man. His heart constricted and he felt as if his whole being were reaching out to him. He felt as if his whole body was calling out to this other being and as if he would die to hear those lips speak.

Jak turned full around and stared at the man whom had tapped his shoulder. He looked at him patiently, waiting to hear what he had to say. Slowly his patience dwindled down and he felt as if he would scream if this new comer wouldn't speak. His lips tightened and his eyes narrowed. "What do you come for sir?" Jak gazed into the dark eyes and raised one single perfect eyebrow.

"I-I-I..." Erol lost all coherence as he heard those words spill forth from that tasty looking mouth. "I've come to see if...," Again he lost his nerve as he thought of what he was about to propose. This man may think him an imbecile, for wanting him to come to Erol's bed. Erol felt his hand twitch and his eyes flicked from one side of the room to other. He licked his lips and hung his head, whispering barely above silence said, "You'd come and spend the night with me." A flush covered his whole face and he felt his ears burning as his eyes trailed their way back to that face, the face that was spoken of in myth, but never had he believed any of those tales.

Jak sighed and turned back around. "And why should I go home with you? Do you know how many men ask me that same thing every night?"

Erol licked his lips and glanced around quickly, his courage and hope dwindling away. "I can pay you. I mean... if that's what you want..." He had never thought of paying someone for sex. But if it got him a night, even just one with this beauty, he'd steal from the kings treasury itself. Erol glanced back at the man and hunched his shoulders in embarrassment. "I... I understand if you say no..." Erol felt his face flush and his whole body burned.

Jak smirked and looked in the small mirror in front of him. "Alright. If that's what you want. I can spend the night with you." He smiled and turned around again, facing the man. "My name is Jak. And I should know your name if you wish me to scream it later." He grinned widely at the blush that caused.

Erol felt his face burn off. Nothing was left but his skull, he was sure. "My n-name is Erol." He stood up straight and tried a feeble smile.

Jak nodded and stood, glancing as a woman came in and called his name. "Wait for me outside the tavern in fifteen minutes." He held up his hands and placed them on Erol's shoulders, gently caressing the soft cloth that covered the smooth skin. "Understand me Erol? Fifteen minutes, outside the front door." He smiled and walked out the drapes, swaying slightly with the music.

Erol swallowed hard, he felt his whole body aching with embarrassment and excitement. He turned and looked in the mirror that Jak had been sitting in front of merely moments before. He squatted and touched the velvet fabric of the cushions the man had sat on. Standing again he turned and left the backroom.

Fifteen minutes later Erol stood outside and rubbed his hands together nervously. His eyes flicked back and forth on the street, but no one that was out was paying attention to him. He turned at the sound of his name being called. Jak had emerged. His upper half was clad with a thin gauzy shirt that hung off of him. He gazed at Erol and held out a single thin hand. Erol stared at the hand for a moment before taking it in his.

"And where, may I inquire, do you live handsome sir?" Jak smiled and stood next to Erol. Jak could feel the heat radiating off the others body. He looked at the one he was to bed tonight and nodded to himself. At least this one was young and good looking. Although he seemed a bit nervous and easily embarrassed. Jak took the hand and rubbed his thumb against the rough skin. Glancing down at this hand he hid a small smile. Not another lonely scholar, but a worker of some sort. Not a poor sod, for the clothes that this man wore spoke of a decent salary. He looked at the face that was lined with exposure to the sun, and freckles that covered the bridge of a solid nose. The thin lips were a pinched line of seeming disdain for the world. The eyes, a dark color, told tales of the world that no one should ever have to endure. "A soldier are you?" Jak smiled and continued to stare at the young face.

Erol jumped and looked back at Jak. He nodded and licked his lips. "How did you know?"

"When you sleep with different men every night, you learn the different subtleties of their trades." Jak smiled as Erol stared at him with his mouth slightly open. Jak leaned forward and flicked his tongue across Erol's lips. "Where's your home brave adventurer?"

Erol took in a deep breath and led Jak towards his small apartment. As they walked into the one room place Jak nodded in approval. One full wall was dedicated to a sleeping area. Pillows and blankets lined it in an array of colors. The fabrics looked soft and luxurious.

"Humble abode, yet it speaks of a full money pouch." Jak smiled and looked at Erol with a sultry lust. He walked toward the man and took him by the shoulders, turning him around he placed his lips against Erol's own.

Erol felt a slick, thick tongue dance in his mouth and shuddered. His hands reached up and grabbed a handful of the thick sweet smelling hair. His lips nipped and his tongue darted towards the others mouth. He rocked against the welcoming body and let his hands wander all over the hard, rippling muscled skin. It was soft, and warm... everything he could have ever dreamed of. He moaned and threw his head back as the warm silky mouth trailed its way down his body, stopping at that spot to create the most wonderful feeling. It made the colors in the small room appear brighter, even warmer. Erol began to buck and sway, reminding himself of the way Jak had danced earlier that evening. Never would he have thought of bringing a man home. He wondered if there were any others in his platoon that had been with a man in the most erotic of intimate scenes.

Jak laved at the wonderfully warm, firm and soft skin. He kept his eyes on the face of the man he pleasured. He watched as it contorted in the most interesting expressions. Sounds ranged from soft mewling to loud groaning, almost screaming, depending on where he suckled. Never before had anyone let him do this. Usually it was him laying face down on the bed, as they ravaged his body. Long had he allowed it to go on, and long had he let his heart grown cold and stiff. But something... something in this mans face caused him pain. Unlike any he had ever endured before. It was a sharp constricting of the heart and a throb of his breast. Jak let his mind shut off these thoughts as he felt Erol shudder and buck.

Slowly Erol sank to the ground after a wonderful climax. He fell and laid himself half on top of Jak. Slowly he swallowed hard and glanced into Jak's eyes, his vision slightly blurred. Jaks face was pale and it seemed to glow in the dim lighting from the moonslight outside the window opening. Erol leaned forward and kissed Jak softly. "You, are the most beautiful person, I have ever seen." Erol reached a hand up and touched Jak's face tenderly. "Promise me you'll wake me. I wish to continue this... don't leave me while I sleep. I beg of you angel. Don't leave me." Erol quietly mumbled as his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.

Jak sighed and laid the slumbering man down on the pillows. He slunk off to a corner and squatted facing the bedded man. "I won't leave. You haven't paid me yet."

To be continued...