Shallow breaths were being kept in a small corner of the dimly lit room. Nico was passed out as always, being the heavy sleeper he was, and Leonardo fumbled around a variety of drawings and equations concocting his latest havoc machine, surely.
Zoroaster held his tongue as he kneaded his manhood. He knew Leonardo wasn't going to sleep any time soon so the next best thing was looking like he was. That meant keeping his movements to a minimal and his usually scandalous moans mute.
His mind had been pouncing the memory since the beginning and as the sudden flash came to him it flooded his scences and he felt it all too much. A sweet girl; the type that made you lightheaded as she held the most beautiful flowers in her hands and smiled with the brilliance of the summer sun, and a younger embodiment of himself sat face to face. They were about 17 at the time and the pheromones that Zoroaster was drenched in only intensified as he looked into the girl's chocolate orbs. He recalled her words perfectly for there were few of their kind.
"Senhor, please. Give him the bread." The young female pleaded to the baker who was about to beat Zoro.
"Madame, this here is nothing but a street-rat. Do not waste your coins or time on such a thief."
Zoro looked down; not because the bakers words hurt at all but because he couldn't bear the beating of his heart each time the girl peered in his pupils.
"We are all unworthy in a way. He may be stealing which is wrong..." She gave Zoro a disapproving look before continuing. "But you were to beat him just now and such an act is equally condemnable." Zoro thought about the girl's perfection, her plump bottom lip, her gleaming eyes and exquisite profile and pleasured himself more and more.
"Here you are." She handed the baker the money in exchange for the bread in Zo's hands and walked forward stopping when she was standing besides the lad.
"And you, naughty one, perhaps you won't be so lucky next time. Careful." She giggled and he would have kissed her right there if he wasn't in such a daze. Just reminiscing on the feeling made him ache with sexual frustration to the point where if he went a bit over the top he wouldn't notice. Which is exactly what happened.
"Who are you thinking of?" Leonardo's drags the man out of his bliss.
"Fuck. Go away, Leo." He hisses in a harsh whisper as he tries to cover his throbbing member.
"You didn't answer. Who were you thinking of?" Leonardo squints, pushing for an answer.
"Nobody." Zoroaster responds just to avoid the subject.
"I know that look. Humans don't put on that expression for nobody." The genius continues to annoy his embarrassed friend.
"Then anybody." Zo retorts wittily.
"I also know you, Zoroaster." The man standing brings the conversation to a deeper realm, his specialty.
"Alright, fine. It's somebody specific." The tan man who's complexion was nearer to crimson at this point gave in.
"Obviously, but who?" Leonardo nodded while blinking away the trivial fact and adding a question.
"Piss off."
"Mmhmm." That was the only thing his friend said before returning to his mess on the table.
Zoro finally inhaled and shut his eyes. The memories were always so vivid and he cringed to think of how long it'd been since he last saw the female yet his feverish want for her never diminished. He bit his lip so hard he tasted the blood tinging his tongue. It was something quite idiotic, of course Zoro himself knew that, but the tight grip of fate never truly freed him from the burning love. It only carved deeper into him with time and each time he dealt someone the cards he wished somebody would help him in the same way...even if to tell him his one true admiration had died. He just really wanted to know something about his future. At least once.