The second time they met was in the dark taven up north. It had been Aslaug that had noticed the Ancrath prince first. Jalan had been trying to ignore the dark ones talk. The her sudden stop in her speaking what has made him pay her his attention.

"Interesting." One word was enough to get him to look in the same direction as her.

Jalan had already had enough to drink to make him slightly drunk, as he saw the fur covered man make his way through the door. To anyone in these parts of the north the outfit he wore was way to warm, but as a southerner himself he could see the apile of the big coat, especially with the snow falling outside. However he recognized the dark eyes, much darker than the last he had seen him in a mid Ancrath summer. The hair was shorter, shoulder broder and taller in general.

"A death sworn here, that is interesting indeed." Her voice was soft and compelling. Jorg looked to where Aslaug were sitting and watching her fading away with the Sun.

Jalan ignored him when it was obvious he wasn't gonna seek out the dark prince of thorns.

Jalan drank some more, tried charming some women to take back to his furs. The others people in the tavin was having a merry time drinking, singing and dancing. The Girl he had been chatting up drew him out dancing. The more he danced the more he ale he drank, which meant ment the more drunk he got.

It wasn't really his fault that he landed in Jorgs lap. The dancing had become more drunk and someone had accidentally pushing Jalan. Girl forgotten as he looked into the dark eyes of the other man. He still had a madness in them that made it run cold down down Jalans spine and still as pretty anny girl. Jalan tried to get op and away, but didn't get the chance before his hands was grabbed and he was held back from leaving. He remembered how he back in Ancrath had imaged Jorg riding him. Before Jalan knew what was going on, his mouth was claiming that of the boy beneath him. When he realized what he was doing he tried to get away. As he struggled to get away he felt something hard poking at him.

If you asked Jalan afterwards he wouldn't be able to remember how he got to bed or who took his cloths of or even if he was entirely willingly to have them take of.

But he remembered getting pushing him down on his knees to take the youngers manhood his his mouth. He had gagged on the feeling of his mouth being fuked, but he had let it happen. After he had been forced to swallow the seed that was shot down his thought he had been pulled to his feat and they had stumbled to the bed. Kissing and exploring muscles. Jalan had been to drunk to focus on something else then the boy beneath him kissing and playfully biting him while his hand worked the cock. They both found blissful sleep after the activities.

Jalan woke with a full bladder and naked whent to the necessary, a room not to far were there stood a bucket to piss in. Still drunk he went back to bed, with a swollen cock by the sight of the naked body that laid sprawled out on the furs only half covered by the blanked he crawled back into bed. Jalan let his hand run down the scared back to where it met a soft backside that still barred the sign of the yongers youth. He wet his fingers with spit before sliding them in the soft hole of warmth. If he still hadn't been so drunk, he probably would have remembered the blade or the hard eyes that had pierced him the year before. But in his drunkenness the only thing on his mind was how much he wanted to be inside of the boy.

There were a soft moan and sift in Jorg's body, but he didn't wake as Jalan opened him. Jalan didn't care much for violence and what followed. He didn't like hurting people, not unless it was was in self defense or when he in battle found his berserker madness.

Jalan turned him to his back and woke him with kisses. The thorn Prince was still not completely awake when Jalan took him and as he did the dark eyes beneath him became aware of what has happening. They only hinted fear before they were taken over with a burning anger. And those who knew Jorg, would know that angry makes him angry.

Befor Jalan knew what had happened he was under the half grown man with hands on his thought squeezing his breath away. With a lot of effort Jalan fought to get Jorg's death grip off of him and wrestled them back to the dark haired on his back. Still wrestling for dominance, Jalan must have thrusted into him and found his sweet spot because he went al limp and moaning. Holding his hands over his head Jalan gave him another thrust and buried himself balls deep in the younger man. Sometime after they both had shoot there load and come back from the post orgasem Jalan felt a fist colide with his jaw.

"If you ever do that again I will slit your throat." It wasn't said in anger, is was a cold warning of what to come if he ever tried to take him ever again.

When morning came for them both, it was near midtday. It was one of those days Jalan despised. One of those where you'd try to open the door and as soon as the cold would hit you, you'd say "fuck this" and go back to the wormth of your furs.

Out of experience he didn't even try, he just went to the where the bucket to piss in where, Jorg not far behind.

After their piss in the bucket, Jalan had turned to Jorg has he had grown horny again, Jalan would rather take Astrid, Hedwig or Edda. Oh, how he missed Lisa. But none of the women was here so he would need to be satisfied with what was infront of him. Not that the man in front of im wasn't something he wanted. So he took what he could get, by pushing the long haired boy up against the wall and attacking his lips, living stubble burns on his neck. He was met with a fight as Jorg pushed back so it was Jalan up against the wall.

Jalan had still been sore, but that didn't stop any of them from going back to the furs and have at it again. This time the blond on his back with his legs spread open.