Artist's note:

Well here is a rather big one... I will comment it at the end, but I will warn you that there are gay lemons flying around in this one, and they WILL use their unholy powers. A little blood too...

Disclaimer? ... Ughn... I don't own the original characters of the Ys series. I only own this text as a spinn-off of an amazing series.

What does it take to love?

Adol crossed the bridge in the Colony of Lava and tried to make his way towards the exit of the dreadful Moth of Burnedbless only to find the corridors crawling with fiends. He decided that avoid fighting would be for the best and swiftly used his Alter magic. The yellow fur of the roo was becoming rather comfortable after getting used to being in that form. The feeling he got when he was resting in the nest at the entrance of the red caves was not only peace, but as the night grew closer the other roos also joined in, creating a shell of yellow thin hair protecting them with each other, for each other. It was not the feeling of being one of few that made Adol to prefer the form of a roo though, but the lack of physical contact for so long made him feel secure in another way than he had felt in many years. Never knowing any family, the protection and cuddling of the roos gave him comfort, a comfort he had denied himself for way too long. He thought to himself that the roos living in Burnedbless must be terrified around all these monsters, this being one more the reason why he should reach Solomon Shrine and rid Ys of its evils so that they did not have to live in fear anymore.

He skipped around in the heat of the cave, monsters not even giving him a second glance in his roo form. He took a turn and suddenly found himself reaching unknown areas, imagining the way out to be close. Just when he thought luck was on his side he stood face to face to a monster which buried itself out of the cracked floor. Galaldy stared at Adol intensively, not fooled by his weak magic, and opened up his mouth. Out of it came orb shaped objects that looked a lot like... Adol just shrugged at the sight, ignoring his thoughts as well as he could. He dodged the spheres coming towards him and also switching from his Alter magic to Fire, pulling out the wand with its brilliant ruby on top. After a few futile attempts at damaging the monster he soon figured out that Galaldy's weak-point was in the gaping hollow of its mouth. He took distance from the spheres and waited for the right moment. When they returned into the big mouth Adol, as fast as the fireballs he threw at it, dashed in, past the smaller monsters that the larger one summoned, and made the sweet fire caress its entire gaping hole and eventually, Galaldy was defeated, though Adol was not unscathed after the battle, feeling wet down his stomach. He sighed and passed the door that opened at the back, relieved to remember that Tarf told him the exit would not be far from there. As he saw the soft light of the moon at the end of the cave, he hurried to finally leave Burnedbless to its own destiny.

The village of Ramia was quiet in the night, eerily quiet. He followed the wooden fence at the ledge of the cliff and passed a house, the sight making him very uncomfortable. The entrance was covered with makings of claws trying to force their ways inside the building. He came to the conclusion that the village was under constant random assaults from demons, hence the lack of light in the windows and people taking nightly strolls. Yet he was not alone. He could not determine from where the presence came, but there was certainly someone, or something, watching him. He continued, ignoring what he could not find in the faint moonlight, and passed another house, and then another, then as he stepped up a hill covered with a few Marle flowers his eyes lied resting on a single building. As he was filled with fear, he could also feel sorrow and determination. The house had certainly been assaulted by demons, fueling the will to reach the goal of his journey, leaving the front filled with markings of claws and broken pieces of wood. As he came closer to the house he noticed its sign lying in front of the opened door, but he could not read it. It was covered with markings of claws and stains of blood.

He stiffened in his armour as he felt something sharp and pointy, probably a spear, poke his red cloth underneath it to prove its found weak spot and slowly stood up from kneeling next to the sign. The sharp object was held firm, but the wielder was not yet sure if it should impale him on spot or ask him to turn around, showing intelligence and giving away it was a human behind him. Not that demons are not intelligent, but far less strategic than this. A demon would've killed him on the spot, or worse... The fact that it was not a demon behind gave him a slight feeling of relief.

"Don't move!" a young manly voice quietly told him in the night, breaking the never-ending silence of the surroundings. Adol did as he was told, staying completely still and holding his hands up in the air, waiting for the inexperienced man to decide if he should hit first and ask later or try to converse.

"W-wait... I know you!" the man gasped and withdrew whatever was still pointing at Adol's side, already drawing blood from the pressure.

Adol turned around and met an expression that told him that the blond man in front of him was having a revelation. He was not allowed to speak before the young guard spoke again to prove his point.

"I-I-I was told by a woman in my dreams that you would come! Finally!"

The red-head quirked a brow and analysed the man in the moonlight. Early twenties, blond short hair in a headband and dressed as a common village-guard wearing light leather armor and a, guessed right, spear. His cheeks turned slightly crimson due to the awkward outburst, and the fact that as he was stared at, and scratched the backside of his head in embarrassment.

"That... Probably sounded very bad, but it is the truth nevertheless! Please, tell me your name, red-headed swordsman."

Adol, being ever so tired of that nickname, told his name and briefly told the guard why he was in Ramia.

"I knew it! Then it is you! Oh, I have waited rather awhile for you to show up. The woman in my dreams told me to assist you to get into the shrine and any other way that would help you."

He smiled at Adol with a wide, quite handsome, smile that told of excitement, but it was just as fast replaced with one of sad remembrance.

"Please, Sir Adol, follow me to the guard's cabin, those wounds of yours need to be tend to... And this painful place is to be forgotten..." he said and walked up the door of the house and closed it firmly. Muttering something about him closing that door every night, he made a sign for Adol to follow as they walked down the hill, turned north, towards the towering shrine, and then uphills again. The moonlight made the shrine shine as if made of silver, though the shrine would be a lot more fitting to be called a castle, or fort.

"Please, come in!" the guard said and opened the door to the smaller building close to the gates of the shrine, to reveal an almost black room, save from the small candle light beside a bed. He closed the door carefully and turned to the corner opposite of the candle.

"I will have a look at those wounds of yours in just a minute, Sir Adol, please wait by the bed."

Just a minute it took for the man to come back from the dark of the other side of the room and with him he had brought another candle, bandages, water and an apple. Adol did not ask but immediately started to remove his gauntlets and armour, revealing the torn clothing beneath. He was not gravely wounded, but there was a rather nasty cut over the stomach he got from one of the monsters Galaldy summoned, just where the armour split from top to bottom parts. He winced and sat down at the bed, the guard ogling him carefully, inspecting the cuts and bruises. Adol was just about to sit down before the man spoke to him.

"S-s-sir A-Adol... I c-c-cannot tend to the wounds when weari-..."

The guard looked down blushing in the candle light and Adol felt dumbstruck as he, of course, had to remove ALL his armor to be tend to. The work of potions and elixirs had made him rather comfortable to just drink and be done with it he thought and proceeded to undress until all that remained was a pair of, surprise surprise, red briefs. He looked at the clothing he had been wearing and realised that he probably would not be able to patch it together again. There is a point where the patches needs to be patched, and it was way beyond that. Throwing it aside he first sat down on the bed and then laid on his back.

The other man was preparing wet cloths and now that Adol was resting in the bed, he started to wash the wounds thoroughly without saying anything, realising that Adol was not really a talk-active person. He started off with Adol's face, cleaning a cut just below his hair line, frowning at the fact that it was probably blending perfectly with his red hair... He really did not like that nickname... Red-headed swordsman...

"Sir Adol?" the guard asked as he was looking worryingly at the man in front of him, making Adol sure that the man was probably only a couple of years older than himself and not in his twenties. Adol realised that he held the other man's hand, the bloody cloth hoovering over the wound on his stomach, which was a lot worse than he first thought when giving it a second glance and frowned.

"I-I-I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" the man asked as his hand was crushed in Adol's grip before he let go, shaking his head, reassuring that the guard could continue, cursing his own reflexes for reacting.

"Oh, alright... I'll try to be more careful..."

The man flushed red as he sat on the side of the bed, his hips touching Adol's, and tried to clean the open wound. Adol was now in obvious pain and he tried not to show it, but his flinching and sweating gave him away. Feeling he had done enough cleaning, the guard put away the cloth and fumbled with something else, then he raised both his hands, one holding a thin, curved needle and the other holding an equally thin thread, his head was looking down on his knees though.

"M-m-maybe I should c-c-call someone else t-t-t-t-t-to do this?" he stammered, both terrified and ashamed. Adol put a hand at his knee and the guard looked up, meeting Adol's eyes. Adol told him not to worry and to go on, do what he needed to do, but to please be gentle. The guard stiffened and took a deep breath, muttering lines as how he could act like a kid in front of someone obviously years younger than himself with wounds that needed his care. He took a bottle from below the bed, opening the cork with a 'plopp' sound and then carefully placed a hand behind Adol's head and brought him up on his elbows, placing the bottle in front of his lips. Not needing to say anything Adol took a generous amount of the spirits and felt it make him warm and somewhat dull. It was strong. Way too strong for his taste. But considering what's to come, he did not care. The guard smiled widely at Adol's gluttony understandingly and then placed the red haired head back down ever so carefully. He poured some of the liquid around the wound and got an obvious growl of pain from his patient. As fast, and still carefully, as he could he penetrated Adol's skin without much of reaction and then pulled the thread through until he let the needle go down on the other side of the wound, repeating the process until the wound was firmly closed. He never looked at Adol's face during the ten minutes procedure, and he wished he hadn't afterwards either. The boy was in tears, choking sobs as much as he could manage. Almost in tears himself from the sight the guard turned to the cloths he had not yet dipped in water. He took a soft, thick one and made his way to Adol's burning face, burning from both the alcohol and the embarrassment.

"Hush, Adol... It's over... It won't hurt anymore..." the young man said as he dried the tears off the red-head's face. As Adol turned his head to look at the one taking care of him he thought that maybe he drank too much of those spirits after all. As the young man smiled softly at him and dried his cheeks he felt his body stiffen and certain parts of his body react against his will, thankful that the other didn't seem to notice. That young guard was really a beautiful sight in the candle-light. He sobbed once more as his lips spread to an affectionately smile, putting his hand on the other's cheek, his warm palms softly stroking the man's jawline. Those brown eyes. They were stunningly intense and held care, longing and love... Correction: they were intense with the care and love for the one he longed for, which was not the patient by his side and Adol narrowed his brows in question.

"I'm sorry, Sir Adol... You see right through me, don't you?" the man sighed and looked on the wall beside them but kept smiling.

"He always told me I was as transparent as a ghost in the sun, however that would work."

He frowned at the words he seemed to recall. Adol turned his head in confusion and looked where the other did. There was a painting at the wall which he had never noticed. It was four persons in the painting, one he recognised. There were a manly, rough cut but still such a soft expression in his face, and light brown hair, almost blond, probably in his later teens, wearing the same type of armour the guard by Adol's side did, and standing beside him a girl which could be his twin from the resemblance but a tad bit shorter with a ponytail to her waist, wearing a blue traveling-outfit. There were two boys, one that surely was the guard with him now, but younger in plain white clothes, and in front of him was a third boy with blond hair, also wearing casual clothing. The youngest boy looked an awfully lot like Adol himself. Though obviously a couple of years younger, the guard held the boys hand in his and the other was in the boy's hair. There was no question to what kind of relationship they had, but maybe Adol was just the kind of person that saw such things.

"It was three years ago the elder painted that, the ones living in that house on the hill... Only one of them remains..."

Adol turned to face the young man, suddenly turning even younger in his eyes, seeing him vulnerable. He cocked his head in question.

"Hehe, well you're not a talk-active one, are you?" the guard side while his smile grew wide

"Interested in hearing their story? It's a rather sad one, but I feel like sharing it with you. You seem like the kind of person I can trust. I'm quite the opposite of you though, I talk WAY too much and can't stop." he said and smiled.

"If I get too carried away, just tell me, okay?"

Adol smiled back in acknowledgment and nodded, inquiring the other to tell his story. Adol may not say much, but he loved to listen to others, also finding this certain blond to tickle his interests. The blond coughed in sign of beginning his tale.

"Ahem! Well, I'll start at why the house is in it's current state... Better start off with the hardest part, right?"

Another smile and another cough.

"We lived there, all four of us. We had no parents at the time, all passed away rather abruptly and there was not much said about the fact. The older one of us, Keith, and his twin sister took care of us, their baby brother and me... Her name is not often mentioned by name in Ramia due to what happened... It was not long ago, half a year perhaps, when they were..."

Adol looked intensively and the man by his side and decided to sit up by the wall instead of lying down. The blond looked down at the blood-stained sheets and kept going.

"I remember it as yesterday though... How could I forget; running to hide as the demons attacked... I watched it all..." he said staring at the large stain of blood, slightly dried into the mattress.

"I'm not going too far, am I?"

Adol kept watching the other man and slowly shook his head, actually very intrigued by the story so far.

"Okay... Well then... I... I remember the screeches of the demons as they assaulted the house. Never have I seen such terrifying demons like those. The force of their tackles at the walls made the windows shatter and I heard how she screamed from the inside. When the door was finally forced open the demons pulled her out, not even touching the brothers... Until 'he' yanked her from their clutches and stood in their way... He... He... Was just about to turn 16..."

He sobbed through his hand to soften it, but his tears fell with light sparkles in the candle-light as Adol watched him, sitting still in fear of ripping his newly sewed wound open but actually wanted to reach out for the other.

"He tried... He tried to stop them from taking his sister away from him... He cried, shouting to them that they had to go... Through... Him..." he continued, his head sinking even lower down on the leg he held with both his arms in front of him, resting his forehead on his knee, foot in bed, as he made silent sobs, his voice sounded like it told him to scream voiceless in silence as it cracked.

"They did." he stated with a raspy voice "Quite literally." another statement with his tears flowing, Adol realising what was about to be said.

"I looked in horror as my... As my lover was torn to pieces..."

Adol didn't care about his wound anymore and all but threw his arms around the blond, young man in an embrace. The man didn't respond to the hug, but it did not matter. It was the only thing he could offer as comfort for the man who tended to him, even though he felt a small trail of blood running down his belly button, nothing that wouldn't kill him.

"They also killed her" he continued beneath the embrace "and Keith followed them to the shrine afterwards... All I did was to look with disgust and aching heart at Marle's body and the few remains of him... My Jeremia... My Jemmi..."

He cried silently for a minute while Adol stroke the blond hair carefully. He then found his voice again.

"Did you know that the demons at the shrine eat humans? I was so lucky... So lucky they took most of him with them... If not I would probably be more damaged..." he sighed and raised his head in a half-amused smile.

"His hands were like silk on my skin... I'd probably keep one of his long slender finge-he-he-rs..."

Adol frowned at him when the man started to laugh or cry, Adol wasn't sure, and let go of the embrace he offered and looked at the guard with still questioning in his eyes. There was obviously more to it.

"As it is now I am the only one remaining of the residents of that house, but I sleep here, in this very bed... Sada, a friend of ours, once told me I should overcome my past and realise that there is no use grieving for Keith and his sister... And... I suppose that is the biggest mistake I've made in my life... To never let anyone except from us in that house know that Jemmi was my lover. He was a quiet one. Never saying a word unless he needed to. He even thought my name was too long so he called me Go... Just Go... I learned to understand his facial expressions as if he spoke over the years, but no-one else noticed him unless he spoke though."

He paused and looked back at the painting.

"The same day he told me that I was like a ghost in the sun, we were in a village meeting discussing the sudden appearance of demons in the village, but as he tried to say something he was cut off and instead let me speak for him. Afterwards he was down and looked very sad, that expression never leaving my memory. He told me that he thought he was a ghost himself, but so transparent that you'd never notice his existence. I always thought that if I acknowledged him as my lover people would finally begin to notice him just because of the utter randomness, but I never got the chance to try... Well, anyway, I believe I'll tell the other parts at a later date... I think you've heard enough of my whining now."

He looked at Adol with some stray tears still making their way through his canals. Adol picked up the cloth from the blond's hand that he never let go off after drying Adol's tears, and now dried the tears of the man in front of him.

"You know, Adol" he said with the sweetest of smiles "you're really sweet. Even though I've only known you for a few hours I still think you're the sweetest person I've met in months." he said and smiled as Adol felt the red of his hair become one with his cheeks.

"It's not that I compare you to Jeremia, but you really are much alike. I can read you the same way as I did him and it feels familiar to me, and makes me happy. The only thing that makes you different from this situation would be that as he was pale as the moon and you're burning like the sun."

Adol felt his cheeks grow an even deeper shade of red.

"In more ways than one it seems!" he said with a light laugh and smiled at the red-head.

"Oh, yeah, Jemmi was not really spread out in people's dreams by some blue-haired chick from what I know, so I suppose you have some advantage on being noticeable compared to him, so I don't think you'll need to worry about that." he kept on smiling and Adol didn't know if it was the alcohol or embarrassment that made him feel dizzy.

"Hey, Adol? The night is still young, how about some more?"

The blond held up the bottle of spirits and took a sip after blinking to Adol once. Adol himself shrugged and held out his hand to receive the bottle. It was still too strong for his taste, but the pain was returning in his stomach and it gave him a good reason to join in. He watched the bottle full of question first and looked back at the blond.

"Oh, don't worry, we have got plenty of that stuff in the back!" he said and smiled, making Adol take another generous sip from the bottle.

It didn't take more than half an hour for both of them to giggle like crazy, though Adol was still as talk-active as ever. When the bottle was finally empty the blond sighed and threw it to the floor, telling another funny resemblance of Jeremia and Adol. Adol almost admitted to himself that he was actually rather much like the boy on the painting on the wall; even the same haircut.

"... Your slim waist, your facial structure, even your hands! You've got a tan though and he looked like a cruberry after just an hour in the sun, haha!"

The guard had by now moved to the bed and removed the leather pieces of his armor, leaving the cloth beneath on. Adol had a quilt wrapped around him so that he did not get cold, being just in his underwear.

"Umm... Say, Adol... Can I borrow your hand for a moment?"

Adol didn't hesitate to reach out his arm, showing his palm to the other.

"Hmm..." the blond hummed and carefully placed Adol's hand in his, gently stroking it with his fingers.

"It... It reminds me so much about him... I really loved his hands... They always touched me where I least wanted to be touched, but I still could never get enough of it... Do you know what that feels like? Have you ever been in love?" the guard asked and kept lightly massaging Adol's right hand. Adol blushed slightly already, but it darkened as he felt the pulses from the nerves in his hand. His brows narrowed in deep thought but shook his head and frowned sadly.

"Never? Is there not a single woman you have feelings for?"

Once again Adol thought deeply. He thought back a bit.

"... Feena..." he said and smiled sheepishly, rather embarrassed to mention her in such manner, but it might as well be the truth. How would he know? He had never had intimate contact with anyone. 16 years old and had never kissed anyone, yet less been in love with anyone. He reached his hand to his face, gently tracing his lower lip with his fingers in thought.

"I... I see..." the blond said and lowered Adol's right hand to his lap, gently petting it as if it were a tame roo.

"Have you ever kissed her?" he then asked with curiosity glowing in his eyes. Adol moved his left hand from his lips and shook his head, feeling a bit more dizzy, probably from the alcohol.

"You didn't? Kissing is... It's nice... It makes you feel like the other person cares for you in some wicked way. It's wet and slippery, but it's so worth every second of it... Lips sucking, teeth banging, tongues in fierce battle and hands roaming your skin, making you want to do the dirtiest of things to the other person." the guard said with a mischievous smirk, looking down at the hand in his.

Adol thought of the feeling while watching the blonde's hands gently pressing the sensitive nerves in his right hand. He thought his hands were rough from all the sword-swinging, but the blond said they felt like silk. He kept getting dizzy from the pressure points in his hand and he was soon to figure out why.

"Hmm? Erhm... Adol?" the blond said, meeting a confused look and a head cocked to the side. The blond only needed to look from Adol's eyes and back down to where he was staring and Adol's would follow, growing big and his face take the deepest red colour so far this night. He quickly put the quilt closer and covered the sight of his slight stained briefs.

"Hihihi" the blond giggled and bent forward to the red-head, his lips to his ear whispering "Seems we've got a mutual problem, SIR Adol." then moved his own hands towards Adol, revealing the large bulge in his own loose pants.

The blond whispered it in a manner that made the every so few hair on Adol's body raise skywards. Adol looked deep into the eyes of the young man in front of him, having let go of his hand and now one rested on Adol's hip and the other on his cheek while the intensive and piercing brown eyes of the blond searched his soul for something to grab onto. Adol returned the favour of search and suddenly stopped to close the distance between them without having a care in the world, his eyes drawn to that brilliant amber.

The only thought going through Adol's mind that moment was how amazingly intimate it felt to kiss someone else. His arousal growing to it's very limits in less than a minute. As his kiss was answered one hand locked with the other's and one took off the headband the other man was wearing and gently pulled his locks closer to him. A simple nip on his lower lip made Adol gasp out loud and then the slippery feeling he was just told about entered his mouth, making the kiss even more arousing than before. He let the other's tongue explore him as he did not want to fight for dominance. Adol was not a dominate person, but he was rather impulsive, easily noticed on the battlefield. His hips rocked slightly as the thoughts of all things he had missed out before he set out on sea and ending up isolated on an island, far from any of his few friends. He remembered the feeling of being at the nest of the roos back in Burnedbless and wanted to feel the warmth once again as he pulled the guard closer to himself, making the blond fall over the red-head on the bed, careful not to accidentally cause his wound to bleed again.

The blond was out of himself. The intensity when falling on top of his ex-lover's look-alike made him strip off what was left of his clothing, soon standing on his knees, naked in front of the red-head. Adol looked lost and unsure. Surely this would not be a night he would either regret or forget, but he needed the right supervisions, that huge piece of manhood facing him now made him question his desires a bit though. The guard was obviously experienced in making love as he just had to bend over and gently bite Adol's neck at the right place to make him cry out in pleasure while pressing his body up to touch the other's. Never had Adol ever made such a vocal expression ever in his life. This could be a good experience for him, he though half serious for himself, but he didn't get further in the thought as the blond planted a small trail of kisses down his throat and over his tanned chest just to stop at a hyper sensitive bud and made the red-head gasp for air as he pulled the other closer, his whole body shivering from the pleasure.

"Have you never played with your sensitive spots, Sir Adol?" the blond mocked and nipped the nipple gently and then gave the other one the same treatment. Adol shook his head wildly, making his red hair stand everywhere slight sweaty. The blond chuckled and went lower, planting an ever so gentle kiss on the wound that was sown together by himself. He went lower and stopped in front of the red briefs that were now a red tent waiting to be entered. Adol peered down at the blond as he gently nip his fingers, just to not give in too fast to the sensations. Just because he was inexperienced with sex did not mean he never had sex with himself while feeling lonely, so he knew what was to come if he did not keep himself in control, and he wanted this amazing feeling to last as long as he possibly could.

The blond met his eyes and then breathed out on the fabrics, causing the object restricted therein to twitch madly. He licked at the wet spot on Adol's underwear and then let his lips glide up and down the big bulge, the fabrics so thin and tight he could see every vein of the throbbing manhood. He opened his mouth wide and played with his new toy, sucking it through the fabrics and pulling it with his teeth just to have it slap back soundly again on the clean and smooth skin. Adol took the blond's hair, tired of being teased to oblivion, and pressed his crotch against the other's face. Complying to his wish, the blond tugged the lingering of the briefs and slowly pulled them down, the manhood not yet leaving it's prison. There was small, perhaps just an inch, area of pubes down at the very bottom of the shaft. Delighted at the sight he kept tugging and soon the hard, wide meat slapped on Adol's stomach making him grasp for air and feel the pre-cum land on his face as it was catapulted from the head of his cock in the tension. Adol's cock was not unusually long, but it was thick way beyond average. The blond wasted no more time, hungrily taking the member in his mouth, blowing at it when going down and sucking so hard Adol arched his back and let out small cries for more. He never said anything, but the blond knew what it meant.

'Jeremia sounded just the same way...' he thought, pumping the hard meat in his hand while wetting it with his tongue, the blond felt the younger come closer to his climax.

Adol, now touching himself, imagining someone else doing it making him moan even louder, felt it too. As the blond once again took his length in his mouth he gave up on trying to resist coming too soon. Again the head of Adol's cock was clenched hard by the throat of the blond. At a third time, and just as the blond felt those bright red pubes tickle his nose, Adol arched his back once more, pressing his hips up and the blonds head down, and his vision was covered with white spots as he came down the throat of the guard. The other man, used to that exact size and reaction, swallowed all the sperm with delight and felt an inner smile of making his lover feel so good he even pressed down the blonds head, needily coming in his throat which just waited to glutton that salty bitter flavoured seed.

The red-head panted hard as the blond kept playing with his erection. It didn't even get time to soften before he was ready for another round. The blond looked at him.

"You really came a lot. Been holding in lately?"

Adol smirked rather dumbstruck and nodded. Being his very first time with someone else somehow made him feel both embarrassed and content inside. This guard was really something, even if he was more or less substituting his passed lover with Adol. The smirk turned to a sad frown as the blond came up and planted a chaste kiss on Adol's lips. Adol did not answer it though. In disappointment and tad bit of fear the blond lied down beside Adol and held him affectionately.

"Your first time, and it's like this... I'm sorry, Adol..." the blond whispered quietly and stroked the other's cheek. Adol placed both of his hands on the blond's cheeks and put his forehead against him, mixing the red locks with the yellow and gently shook his head, eyes closing. As the blond burst a smile on his face Adol accidentally made the blond's cock poke in his belly button. It was hard. SO hard. How could he at least not return the favour? Then again, the thought of it made his stomach ache. He was not sure what to do. He sure wanted to please the guard too, but something told him that a simple hand-job would not be sufficient. He was not up to the idea to put another man's cock in his mouth either. With exception of that, there would probably only be one more thing he could offer.

The latter idea made him almost whine in fear and all he could do was to watch the other man with uncertainty.

"You don't need to, Adol." the guard simply said and took both Adol's hands in his and placed them against his chest.

"I cannot express how sorry I am for taking advantage of you here and now. I will not let it go further."

Adol felt the heart beat under the pale skin. It beat fast and hard, just like Adol's own. He understood that the guard was sorry, but Adol started it, out of curiosity, per se. He did not want to speak. He didn't trust his words, especially not at a time like this. Instead he scoffed closer to the blond's face to plant a soft and long kiss on his lips. At first the blond did not respond, but then he pushed closer to Adol, trying to find forgiveness in the kiss. As they broke it, a couple of minutes later, Adol's sleepy eyes watched the amber orbs in front of him, still slightly drowning in their brilliance. He smiled and closed his eyes, sighing at the fact that they were not comfortable the way they were laying, and the water mixed with his blood would smell rather foul in the morning.

"Will you help me? It'll be over faster then, right?" the blond asked and raised from the bed. Adol complied without words and got up, almost tripping over his underwear that were still by his ankles. He kicked them off and stood up, taking up the bowl of water. He went to the door and opened it with his elbows.

As he stepped out the moon was still high on the midnight sky. He believed that dawn would not yet come in at least six hours. Looking around for a place to pour out the water he was pushed aside by a rough tackle. He dropped the bowl, breaking in thousands of pieces and the world spun slightly from the fall, the alcohol still giving him slight disorientation. The attacker was not too quick though as Adol got back on his feet and swiftly dodged another tackle. It was a minor demon, not too dangerous or challenging. It turned around and this time raised its sword over its head. Bad move as Adol, quick as lightning, delivered a heel drop right on its face. The monster yelled in pain and dropped its sword, and as Adol had calculated already, straight down to Adol's out reached hands, spinning once, cleaving the dark blue creature into half, its blood splattering everywhere. The monster soon evaporated into dust and left only a big stain of blood on the ground, and an equally stained naked red-head.

He sighed and threw the sword in an arc to shatter against the mountain wall only to also turn to dust. It seemed like the demons were attracted to the noise Adol made while being in bed with the guard. He turned around rather ashamed and meet the eyes of the person in question, almost terrified at the sight of the blood-stained youth.

"A-A-Adol...?" he stammered and took a step forward.

"Those moves... You... You really are the fearless warrior they say. By the goddesses, you just slayed a demon, not only unarmed, but naked as well!" the guard said and went from terrified to smile excited and carefully made his way to hug the other.

"That was SO amazing!" he burst out and looked down at the other one, slight embarrassed for being praised in such manner. It was not much of a big deal to deal with a demon unarmed, though being naked was a first, and hopefully the last.

Adol blinked at the other with a cocky smile and crossed his arms over his chest. It turned out to be rather sticky and the guard seemed to notice it too, having half of the liquid transferred onto his own after the hug.

"Oh, great! Now we'll need to bath too... Aaargh..." he growled and turned his back to the red-head which was actually very up to the idea of taking a bath after getting his mind working again, the adrenaline from the fight still pumping slightly. He looked to the ground and saw the remains of the bowl he had carried out. It was a nice porcelain one with a beautiful green pattern, probably pained by a very ambitious artist, but now it was shattered. Soon to be forgotten...

He then thought of the story of Jeremia. It was a sad story. Adol could never ever fathom the feeling of being unseen and ignored. The poor boy must have loved living with the guard, not only since they were lovers, but also that Jeremia finally got the attention he wanted, and probably deserved. Having courage enough to stand up to a demon trying to kidnap his kin, even though probably knowing the consequences of his actions...

Such a sad tale...

As Adol reached the house the blond walked out at the back door. He went to the bed and sat down there, first now feeling the cold invading his tanned skin and private areas. He only sat there for a couple of minutes, thinking that his body would go back to a state of wanting to rest, but it never came as another part of his body growled. Smiling he put a hand on his stomach, touching the wound from earlier. It had not been ripped open again and it seemed like the man tending to him had some experience to what he was doing then. He suddenly got a feeling that there was something that was not feeling right about that whole situation, but whatever could it be-

Once again he was interrupted in his thoughts by his stomach's growl. Skinny as he were, he ate like two adult men if he had the food, but seeing how he was never in one place for more than a couple of hours, that was some time ago. He saw the apple left on the table by the bed and yanked it slyly; soon to be devoured. Only the little branch on top was left when he was done. He eyed the door through where the blond had went and waited.

It took only another minute for the young man to poke his head in and wave at Adol in sign for him to come out an join him. He stood up and kept walking to the door and felt the warm steam from hot water in the cool air through his nose drills, making him shiver at best. Outside he saw a bathing barrel filled with water on a large rock and a calm flame beneath it. He walked up to the barrel. It could fit at least ten well grown people without problems.

His thoughts were awfully random this evening and, again, abruptly cut off as a soft, warm and wet cloth petted his shoulders.

"I'll just clean your back first. Don't want the water to be too dirty now, do we?" a soft voice spoke behind him and he was once again being tend to. The man gently scrubbed his shoulders, scapulas, lower back, and bottom before giving Adol the cloth to scrub the front. As soon as he was finished, the blond poured a bucket of water over him, washing off the worst of the blood.

"There! Now all set and done! Come on, jump in!" the blond said with a smile and teasingly, but gently, slapped the butt of the red-head, earning him an annoyed pout of Adol's lips. He slapped back playfully, though a bit harder before running up to the barrel and jumping in. The blond followed laughing close behind.

They spent the last of their energy quietly teasing and wrestling in the barrel. The demons would not return today seeing as the scout was slayed in an instant, so there was no real need to stay quiet except from the rest of the population of the village. Not that they cared. Both having more fun than in forever it felt like. The blond gave up first and sat down. The barrel was shaped so that you could sit on the ledges. He closed his eyes and reached out his hand to the red-head who took it only to be pulled down to sit in the blond's knees. Adol accepted defeat and lied back against the blond's shoulder, facing the moon that gave a faint light shining down on the boys. He still held the blond's hand, pressed it against his chest and his head tilted to the side, nuzzling the blond hair, smelling the sweet scent with hints of both musk and wild strawberries. The other hand was not sure if to take the other's or cover his new-awakened erection.

"I like you, Adol..." the blond said and took the other hand before it could decide and put it on his thigh. Adol smiled and said his first words in hours.

"... And me you...".

He whispered softly into the blond hair. The guard, slightly startled at Adol actually saying anything, giggled, but did not say anything for a couple of moments. Adol, having found his arousal again, gently nibbled the earlobe of the older boy.

"Mmnn, if you keep that up I won't guarantee your safety, you tease..." the guard moaned and gently rocked his hips against Adol, his erection poking up just in front of Adol's own stiffened length. Adol saw the opportunity and reached down between his legs and gently rubbed the head of the other's member with two fingers, making the pre-cum come out and mix with the hot water, still nibbling the shell of the blond's ear, moaning as the other pushed his body with his own.

"Haa-ah, you sure don't know what's best for you, little red-head. Last warning, if you kee-aaah!" the blond almost shouted as Adol went from just rubbing his fingers to roughly massage the whole head with his hand, in slow motions pumping it, making it hard as a rock. The other hand had moved up to pull the blond hair towards him, making them lock lips and kiss each other passionately.

"Mmm, Adol..." the older said between the rough kisses "I'm afraid that won't do..." he stated and Adol knew what he meant. Mentally slapping himself for getting it going again as he saw no way out. Maybe he should just listen to his body and give in, or will the feelings afterwards be too much for him to handle? As if he read his mind, the blond spoke up.

"Adol, I want this. I REALLY want this. And I want it because it's you, not because I miss Jemmi. I know he's gone and I just admitted to myself that I feel whole with you, but it's not a substitute. I feel something else. You're different. You're special, but in your own way." the blond said softly while gently stroking the red hair of the one in his lap.

"You probably don't believe me, but this is how I feel. Hehe..." he stated with a laugh.

"I'm so childish, falling for someone I haven't even known for half a day. It might be because you remind me of him, but I'm sure that the charm and sweet smile you give is a reason why I cannot resist wanting you. And your smell... Wild and exotic... It drives me crazy, Adol!"

Adol could feel himself losing the battle against the better good to the naughty desires of his mind and body. It would be his first, but of all he had imagined, this would be the way he'd love it the most. He was on the verge of breaking of emotions as he whispered the last two words he though he would ever put in the same sentence as long as he lived. He stood up only to turn around and sit in the dangerously wanting lap of a young, desperate man. He leaned to his hear, kissing the shell once before drawing breath. He held it for just a couple of seconds. When he let go of it he whispered, quietly, gently, seductively, breathy and, most of all, full of longing.

"... Fuck me..."

The blond stiffened, not believing the words he thought he just heard, however, when the red-head positioned himself over his large erection he was sure.

"A-a-adol! Wait! We need to-nnngg!"

He was interrupted by Adol biting down his shoulder. Adol knew very well what had to be done and had already placed a finger inside himself. He was quiet the whole time while he started to penetrate himself. Another finger joined and he felt uncomfortable and the third even made him groan in pain, but it also felt very good, the hot water pouring inside him when he spread his fingers made him drool as he looked for the other man's face. He found the lips and took them. As Adol kept preparing himself, the blond took the member of the boy in front of him. He held the thick shaft and pulled ever so slowly to help Adol keep to the pleasure and let go of the pain, because no matter how much he prepared himself, he would not be enough for what was to come.

Adol whined a little as he stopped fingering himself, but soon his voice rang of pleasurable pain. He could not decide which he felt. The head of the guard's member went in pretty well, but Adol needed three more tries before it could go even deeper. As he felt the blond hair tease his bridge he realised that he had taken it all inside himself, praising himself mentally while having his head thrown back in what could only be described as a painful bliss proving he was alive and loving it.

"Adol, you... Ahh, you feel amazing..." the blond sighed and moaned as he slowly made some light movements.

Adol, who had almost lost it due to the penetration, responded in a wild rock of his hips. The guard saw his needing face telling him one thing; to fuck him senseless and fill him up. He didn't wait before complying, losing himself to the heat.

Adol almost shouted his moans out as their rhythms found harmony. Each thrust became more vile as the spot of pleasure got hit. Over and over he rocked his hips, holding his right hand onto the hair of the blond and the left joined in the other's, only to feel another jolt of electricity spread in his spine, making him moan for more.

"Adol... I'm sorry... I can't hold-"

The blond thrust three times so hard Adol felt his whole body vibrating from the impacts and then feel the hot and sticky fluid fill him. It felt so good. He could have stayed in that bliss forever, but he soon joined the stars as he came.

"AAH! MMH! NNN! AHAA-A!" was all he could utter, suddenly remembering a terribly important detail in his situation; he did not know the name of his lover.

Nevertheless, he too exploded into the water, his seeds floating up on the surface. He fell down over the other man, laying his forehead against his. Though not hard enough to hurt it did make him grunt. He looked into those amber eyes and felt it all. So much. His backside was still filled with sperm and a still erect penis. He wanted to end it all there. To stay there, trapped in those earthly orbs and being whole with the cock inside him. He was made for it, to embrace that piece of love invading his body.

He started moving again, ignoring himself losing his arousal. He just wanted to please this wonderful person, whose name he did not know. He leaned down as he kept rocking his hips, once again nibbling the ear that's gotten red from the constant attention.

"Mnh... Mnh... Nah... Neaahh... NaMEAAAHH..."

He was once again hit by the long, thick cock right where he felt his own erection get its new life from.

The man stopped his thrusting, simply sat still, looking down into the water, his face so red it was almost glowing in the light of the moon.

"I'm such an idiot..." he said and reached for Adol's face, making Adol stop riding him. The man put his arms behind the younger's neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss.

"My name is Gorto Dabbie." he said and kissed the boy's lips, then his cheeks "And I will never let go of you, Adol." he kept kissing his temple, then went lower to his cheek bones, then along the jaw and throat "Whatever happens, this will be the best night of my pathetic life." he said with a finishing tone and roughly sucked on the salty and sweaty skin of the red-head.

Adol smiled and pulled away from the lips that was leaving love-marks on his throat, once again riding Gorto's big length, but a lot rougher, moaning the name in the most seductive way he possibly could. Even though it was not intentionally, he got the reaction he wanted. Those last thrust of the first round returned but to stay. Gorto lifted Adol and himself out of the water and sat down on the very ledge of the barrel. He was strong and held Adol up like a mere doll, placing the red-head's arms around his neck and legs over his shoulders.

A soft 'Hang on tight' could be heard right before he let go of the boy and held onto the wooden ledge. He then thrust himself into Adol with all he had and received the primal howl of ecstasy from the boy, the position giving him that perfect angle. Adol hung there, his head throwing back and forward as he was pounded with a force enough to make his body retail into the air, two inches at the least.

It only took about thirty seconds before Adol, thanks to his position, covered both their faces with hot liquid while crying the name of his lover. Gorto felt how the other tensed and gripped his cock in an iron grip. Their sperm-stained faces locked in another kiss as the older came into the cum-filled caverns of Adol, filling him for a second time.

Adol felt himself loose the grip of Gorto's neck and fell into the hot water. Gorto soon joined and took Adol in his embrace. They both held each other's cheeks with both their hands and the blond pressed them against the barrel. Adol locked his legs around him as he kissed and held the other so close he thought they would merge to one. He felt content and loved for the first time. He could not yet know what love was, but if this feeling was it, then he would gladly invite it more, as long as it was with this man. His sad story, his gentle hands, his huge, throbbing manhood, and his past lover that was forgotten... At least for now...

Adol could not wish for more at that moment.

They stayed as they were for goddesses knows how long and then finally made their way to the bed inside the cabin. Adol was enjoying the idle chatting from Gorto whilst changing the sheets of the bed to something less stained with blood. He could speak even though there was nothing to say. A perfect counterpart to himself maybe? He giggled to himself before being lifted up bridal-style and gently put in the bed soon to be joined by the other man. They lied comfortably, Adol finding his place with his palms pressed against Gorto's chest and his forehead to his key bones, having the blond's chin rest in his hair. Their legs nestled and the older put one hand on the back of Adol's head but the other was not able to decide if the hip or butt cheek was the best place to hold. Adol got frustrated and took command, putting it firmly on his butt and purred contently and satisfied.

Artist's note:

This story is in three chapters. People voited to use 15 chapters instead, but I do not agree since I personally don't prefer short chapters in a long story. It distracts me. Try make me change my mind? Pffft...

Anyways, this was the first part and it's rather innocent. At the very end of this story I will give detailed comments on this work.

I beg you to spread your thoughts. If they are good, I'll eat them. If bad? Then I'll just have to eat them twice! =D