Rune repressed a sigh as Thatz hissed and groaned as Rath did god knows what to him. Rune was starting to feel very frustrate, he wanted either a part in what was going on or sleep. Rath then whispered something to Thatz and the elf could only guess that Thatz had denied him what he was asking for because the boy then whined pathetically and flopped back down on the floor followed closely by the thief. His warmth was back now, but strangely Rune felt no desire to get closer, in fact he felt like it was far to hot in the room. Rune needed out. Waiting a few minutes to make sure they were asleep he stood silently, and walked briskly to the door. Actually he never made it, instead his foot caught on something projecting from the floor. After landing less than gracefully on his face he got to his knees and turned to survey what had prevented his escape. It appeared to be a handle. What the… Rune thought as he ran his long fingers over it. Turning his gaze back to the sleeping pair, Thatz was sleeping rather fitfully, he pulled up on it. The door rose rather easily and with the rising of the door came a damp musty smell. A cellar… He realized, crawling back over to retrieve a candle from his bag and lighting it in the fire. At least I could get some quiet down there… And he began his descent.

Lifting the candle he surveyed his surroundings curiously before realizing what it was. A wine cellar… Everything that had been upstairs had been drinks that he'd always considered less that tasteful, but wine he liked. And he could really use a drink right now. Pulling a bottle off the shelf and not even bothering to inspect the label he began to work at the cork, while upstairs it seemed that Rath and Thatz had resumed their previous activities since realizing his absence. He was satisfied with a loud popping noise as the bottle became unplugged and sniffed at it gently to double check that it hadn't gone sour. He was pleasantly surprised that it hadn't and lifted it to his lips and drank it slowly. He felt a little crude just drinking the wine straight from the bottle, but beggars can't be chosers he reminded himself. As he sat there he savored to flavor, the wine was very sweet, the way he liked it, but sadly his peace was ruined by a loud cry coming from upstairs. Rune wasn't worried though in the slightest, he knew what it was, and the wine was putting his worries to rest, thought not his jealousy. He was very angry he was being left out of the fun, maybe he should go join them. The blonde was fairly sure that they wouldn't object to his presence. Maybe he should go to find out. Gingerly Rune swished the wine around in the bottle, observing that it was now only half full. He decided that he should probably have a little more just to be sure that he wouldn't chicken out.

Two wine bottles later Rune was still having doubts and the sounds of fun were persisting with no signs of subsiding. Thoughts of 'it's now or never' were running through his brain in repeat, and they were beginning to get the better of him. With a sigh and final swig from the wine bottle, attempting to get the barest of drops, he stood, dusting himself off in less than sober manner. As his vision continued to waver Rune was presented with the daunting task of trying to get the stairs to stop moving, and then find a way to get his protesting legs to start moving. After several tries he managed to wobble his way up the creaky steps.

The room that he entered was, unfortunately for him, uncomfortably silent. Rune wasn't sure how to react to this. The thought of crying in frustration surfaced momentarily but the desire to do that was wiped out in a drunken and sleepy haze. With steps muffled by the thick, soft leather of the bottoms of his shoes he shuffled over to where the two previously engaged boys lay sleeping and sprawled down on the thin blanket next to Thatz. In the absence of thought he stroked the scarred arm, adopting a serene expression that was a mix of lust and love. His skin was so soft, even where the surface had been broken for one reason or another. Just touching it this way, in this chaste manner, made him wonder what the other parts of his body would feel like. Would his lips be this feathery soft? The wondering hand traveled up to the soft green locks of hair and began tugging at them none to gently in curiosity. As troubled sigh escaped the lips he'd been dreaming about he released his grip, satisfying himself with snaking the arm around the other knights waist, pulling him away from Rath and closer to himself. Before drifting off to sleep he bitterly mulled over his misfortune. It isn't fair…It's just not fair…

Fin!~! Bwahaha the second chapter is done! Albeit very short…much shorter than normal in fact…but nonetheless done. So…about that third chapter…hehe you must review to get it! Oh and Tricycle luv ya babe thanks for your beautimous reviews!~! BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!~!