Part One: Times Waiting --- Chapter Four: Needs to be Spelled Out in Words

Rek'd had seen them, through the limited transparency of the house's mirrors, already undressed and thriving off recently induced passion that drove them to an embrace uniquely characterized through barbaric jerks enacted by both sides, though the elderly youth had decided against gawking long enough to see any further romantic advances yet to be taken within the establishment now behind him, despite sensing a tension about as he sat within, consuming culinary delights, exchanging stories with humorous tinges amongst friends, and entertaining Vleo, with the aid of his peers, as much as mortally possible. The only benefit that Rek'd would have found, upon spying, was that the two forms stood at about the same height, which was a fact deprived of discovery over the course of this night, as the husband and his wife seemed to silently refuse to stand at the same instant as one another, lest their supposed similarity be revealed.

---(The curtains disclosed further actions as Innurven rested his body against them, feeling the night air, tacked onto the surface of the glass, slip through the thin fabric and penetrate his skin, inserting needles into his spine, just as the fingers running about his front rounded about his body, seized it, and, without any objections that would simply break the gesture and, thus, break the excitement that caused quickened breaths to fabricate mid-air, brought him forward, as if he were a disgraced and unclothed Supreme Commander kneeling under the jurisdiction of the Prophets' fingers, though his hooves remained the main source of foundation. Both forms collided in a frustrated manner as they searched for immense fountains of pleasure, though only found a few short bursts that rendered their vocal cords unable to deliver more than warbled words and noises. Muscles buckled after releasing heat and exhausting energy, only to be replaced by one of equal necessity until that one, itself, buckled and was replaced, which, as fact dictates that muscles are quite limited in number, sent both beings sprawling towards the master bed, with the male thrown onto his back after a silent whisper offered a suggestion. He took a moment, after resting his head against a pillow propped against the wall, to roll his golden eyes over the course of the room. "Wuh'a fucken mess."

Fiera mounted Innurven as he leaned forward, propping his muscular upper body up onto two arms, bent backwards, so as to support the weight of both bodies (not too taxing a task, as his wife's only point of considerable weight laid about the hips), while drawing the Misses into an inevitable kiss that would result in strained muscle fibers and tangled mandibles and limbs lathered with sweat and saliva. They hardly cared, as their individual fantasies, both involving the same individual, came into play before orbs that projected heat scenes upon the lowered covers, which rippled along with the actual weavings below, though hands were not required for the formers' manipulations, calling for palms to be occupied by dispatching themselves to tickle one's chest and abdomen, the other's breasts and neck, regardless of a scar sprawled across unlikewise femininity, and both sets of ribs and inner thighs. While it is due to these side activities, and the actual main attraction, that caused this night to be one of satisfaction for the two bodies, heaving spastically and gasping for air as they had, it must be noted that dissatisfaction left a sting about the nether regions of the heart, as that which both the husband and his wife desired could not be attained within this house of theirs, however strong it seemed, as it had already rolled to and fro.)---

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With all eight appendages wrapped about its base, the mutated flower rose, being positioned in such a way that permitted the orbs below it to peer upwards, between the stems, and directly towards the celestial being ever associated with the open curtains of night. (What a great actor it was, with its smile of eternity!) Everything in the establishment, save the being emitting the very signs of existence and the plant lacking a will detained firmly by its palms, remained deftly still, only announcing their presence with creaks that came to be through accidental shifts below this empty shell and between its confining walls. The form glanced about, as it had in every other room after being startled by every other creak, searching for any other mementos of great sentimental value, but there were none other than this singular flower, flourishing in its rich soil lathered with life-giving liquid and fondness spared by those two loving youths as it did, though, given A-kur's nature, one which overlooked most and cherished very few, such a detail about his house was hardly the most unforeseen.

The structure was left, as it was, disregarding the one missing token, to be delivered to a youth no doubt in desperate need of companionship, and the paths were surveyed, bringing up two bobbing bodies, one quite drastically taller than the other. As they drew closer, the flower withheld struggled to maintain the warmth about it, being reduced to one which relied on sporadic sparks to ignite the pedals of both buds exposed to this relentless night air, tinged with traits of the oncoming winter, which even begged the male Sangheilis about to lace on their upper clothes in defense, though its cries of displeasure were ignored, as sight, as it stands, stole all given receptive sources to identify the traveling forms, as they drew ever closer. It was noticed that the smaller of the two had lifted an arm to connect both the enlisted grave robber and the home of the beloved warrior together, though neither the pace of those oncoming nor the heart of the deliverer was quickened by the supposed situation, as if all had been weaved into a state of bemusement that prevented energy spikes or erratic changes in behavior until certain, preset requirements, to be realized by the ensuing events, had been met. The appearance of a familiar face was far from expected by any of the forms involved, though extremely welcomed as the two elder beings' mandibles wriggled with unprecedented glee, especially on the part of Rek'd, as his former keeper asked, "It's been far too long, hasn't it?"

"Aye," The elderly youth replied as his eyes glazed the flower. They spoke of a quiet wonderment that would certainly call for questions to propelled in the near future, to which his former keeper would offer answers prepared prior to this moment, as, unlike A-kur's mentality, Rek'd's could be seen quite well by this keeper, and had been seen far before he even understood the extend of understanding that laid behind those eyes with a mix of red and blue about the pupil and edges, respectively. Even now, he failed to realize the excavation his very being, done in a manner that spoke of a tilt towards the want to comfort rather than to manipulate, being put into motion as he continued his address. "It has, Mother Ma'heras," Rek'd bestowed upon this female, of an age of higher count than his own, the title he had known her by those few years ago, when she had tended to his every need, regardless of his less than demanding demeanor. The former keeper couldn't help but smile as she received the words delivered by the voice of the boy she once knew, whom now stood as a man, and compared them to then, finding that his growth was far more satisfactory than any being would have initially expected. "Tell me-" He addressed her once again, gesturing towards the object withheld by eight, slender fingers. "-why do you emerge from A-kur's house, bearing a gift rightfully his?"

"As it is rightfully yours?" Mother Ma'heras inquired whilst raising an eyebrow, before she lowered it and extending both arms forward, insisting, silently, that Rek'd assert his ownership of A-kur's belongings, just as A-kur would do so of his in such times, and retrieve the flower, so as to take it under his wing and provide the sort of care it demands. The elderly youth bowed his head as the object was transferred, with its shivering leaves fluttering with the wind, which caught his eyes for just a second, before both sharp, green orbs were flicked as their host awaited an answer to his question. "I've come to this comfortable clearing to offer my most profound wishes to your newly declared-" Though far from newfound. "-relationship with A-kur. I have feverishly wished, since you two were four years deprived of the experience you hold now, that I would be able to witness such a collective act of bravery, though I am afraid to say that I was only recently informed, of this, that is, by your beloved as he was whisked away to the current affairs strummed up by our mess of a system," The former keeper stepped forward and ran her hand over the side of Rek'd's face, causing the man, formerly a boy, to continue wriggle his mandibles, tilt his head inward, and focus slightly widened eyes upon the form before him, which silently asked if she was proud of who he had come to be. "You and A-kur have grown into handsome, admirable men," She answered, recognizing this expression. "Though, I'm sure you both already know this. Sweethearts like yourselves must throw about compliments like soldiers spit seeds-" A brow was raised at this drug reference. "-or something to that effect."

"I've found him considering me, and myself considering him, matured in a manner worthy of praise, though compliments have been offered since our first days coming of age and togetherness; far before you happened upon us," Rek'd admitted with a finger placed sternly against his right mandibles that stroked them as if they were pets as he recalled a mental image of his beloved warrior at a age of tenderness, an age which he shared with his object of affection, before their relationship had called for an advancement that would leave virgin skins tainted and graced with the mortal sin of faux procreation. It was a wonder how those softened features had come to be defined, as they were, with masculinity and seriousness, both being obvious influences, fixated at the tip of each bone and muscle while a glow about the edges that rid the apathetic, disregarding air about the man whenever he stepped within five feet of his lover, though allowed it to return as other forms resolved to settle within the range of stagnant fumes smelling of love and passion. It was assumed that A-kur had managed to brighten his eternally professionalized features when he met with Mother Ma'heras, even if just for the moment in which his favor had been asked of her. "Such high opinions of one another, fueled by attraction, is what brought us together, after all. To borrow your simile, we, as soldiers quite willing to defend our system and lovers quite willing to defend ourselves, became addicted to the seeds of our very being and nourished them in an ideal manner, rather than spit them about, so as to please our superiors and to please ourselves, though the latter most of all," A nod of understanding approval was offered to the elderly youth as he stated this, giving him the incentive to not only believe in, but continue to live by, his current principles of advancement, so when the day he and A-kur reunited, they could both be pleasantly surprised by unseen slabs of growth shortly before lashing out appendages to be ran over the surface of them, to take in the differences of feeling pitted against expectations that could only be overcome. There was nothing more Rek'd had wished for, at this moment, than for that moment to come about, and for it to come about soon, as these frigid gusts of lonely months to come only made his form long for a repeat of years prior, in which its skin would be treated as a work of art on which the beloved warrior could paint his frustration and strife, his hopes and dreams, his accomplishments and glee, and his love and passion. Truly, no other method of obtaining ecstasy, not even the consumption of rolled smoke, had come close to achieving what those fingers, dabbed in paint, had, nor had any other method sent out such chilling bouts of withdrawal whenever one's desires could not be met; such a chill, distinguishing itself from that of the wind, latched onto the elderly youth's ribs as he spoke with his former keeper and tempted him to run home and curl up next to the fireplace. "We've grown together, after all these years, after all those bumps in our short lives, and it pained me, greatly, to see him go that day, strapped from head to hoof in armor that prevented me from latching onto his hip, though we both share the same scars, I'm sure. Here, I've dealt with looks and laughter; there, he deals with remarks and rejection, I'm sure. Here, I feel too fabricated a breath; there, he feels too faltering a steam, I'm sure. Here, I remain helpless; there, he remains too helpful, I'm sure. Together, we can only garner strength through our indulgence of each other; apart, we..."

"That's why I have taken my leave of the buildings to join you here amongst the fields, my dear," Mother Ma'heras allowed her palm to drift down with the waves established in whispers amongst the wind, brushing it against Rek'd's tips before trapping the young man's hand with her own, pulling him forward, towards the establishment atop the hill. Vleo, of course, was encouraged as well with a nod that sent the boy into a fit of spontaneously frivolous behavior that drove him up the hill with merry sprints and giggles. "Come," She suddenly commanded. "We must withdraw to your fireplace before our bodies conjure up a plan of bitter revenge in response to our dawdling pace."

Thus, the three were off, quickly covering the ground of the hill to rest within the shelter that dwelt atop it as they were ushered by winds that nipped at their hindquarters with any given chance. Such would have acted as a great source of motivation to just push through the door without acknowledging the rights of prioritized protection, which was bestowed first upon mother nature's own blossoms, as opposed to her buds, though Rek'd was a being of gentlemanly manner, thus, he suffered just a few seconds longer to make sure this embodiment of femininity, whom had done so much for him in the past, such as delivering care when sick, youthful bodies demanded it and a friendly spread of the mandibles when even A-kur's was insufficient, was able to escape from the harassment found appropriate by the oncoming winter, as well as the young one, whom leaped indoors with his wings engaged, then followed suit, sealing the disrupted environment, so as to preserve the air about it and the past breaths the air held. As the door frame cracked and two sharp, green eyes rolled about the mansion floor, the elderly youth found himself in the process of sucking in these breaths, aiding them in their pursue to be rather than to be preserved, as a being of particular beauty was manhandled by his father, though not so much to suggest their relationship consisted not only of beatings, should there be any of those in the first place, and escorted in of doors while the youth watched from the up of stairs. She stepped forward and the father initiated a comment, suggesting it was quite fortunate she had arrived, and a joking gesture, implying that it was proper for him to remove those ever important upper garments, as if this female were no different from his male guests; a polite chuckle resulted and, also, acted as a declination made soft enough in case the offer had been of a serious nature.

Tiny arms were laid across the rest protruding from the nearest wall, and whose sole justification of existence was to lead forms more capable down the stairs safely, so their necks remained propped upon their shoulders in the ideal position, and two tiny mandibles were rested atop them, allowing an easier viewing of the scene below as the mysterious woman, now bearing a set of marital vows weaved into her given linens, declared her entrance whilst both hands, quite her own, slid onto her hips. An inquiry was pressed forward, Rek'aug allowed his hands to rest atop the young girl's shoulders, which hardly pleased his beast, and an introduction turned greeting was issued, though the being whom had spoken first was rendered undecipherable, as the other two voices, quite a bit more prehistoric in sound, rang out in unison towards differing sets of receptive organs, effectively drowning out each and every word. Amidst an oncoming discussion, it was decided, by Rek'd, that this woman, whom, at the time, brandished an age about three halves his own, and two thirds his father's, was to be his keeper, which almost tempted the boy squeal with pleasure loud enough to pierce any receptive organs below. Perhaps, amongst the nervous chuckles and booming stammers and frowns not upturned, a little bit of infectious pleasure would, at least, be welcome, as it sailed from this form, though he would never come to slap a widened grin onto the features of any surrounding beings, save maybe his newly established keeper, as the scheming youth seemed to be prone to.

The enacted squeal remained inconspicuous until a set of multi-colored eyes, red and blue, as they were, focused upon him, transitioning those mandibles from their loosened state of minds that called for them to wander about to being tensed and tucked along the underside of the youth's upper lip as his sharp, green orbs were widened in effect and his legs spread apart, so as to give him the means to hop away; he remained still though, at first temporarily, but once the eyes of the father settled upon his form, the will to even try and escape the lines of sight so effectively burning his skin burned away. He remained still as the woman, labeled his keeper, ascended the stairs, after being set to it by a playful pat and a wary stare applied by the pair of adults whom retired to their quarters right afterwards, and called for the youth to assist her down the hallway. Rek'd complied silently as the woman offered her gratitude, then pressed onward to select an empty room for later storage. Despite efforts to pry words from the boy, his keeper could only manage to get an occasional nod or thoughtful look during their dual surveys of the available cells, leading her to figure this youth to be of shy nature, which only made his quick-to-glow cheekbones and features containing a tinge of femininity all the more endearing. He received a pat as they parted ways, so she could ready herself for the day following, her first actual day babying him, which pressed a question upon the boy.

What exactly would he do with his recently dissected schedule?

Naturally, the significantly opposite youth whom cradled his object of affections with the utmost care was sought out, and soon found, as Rek'd's sprinting search was immediately cut short by a stronger force than himself, which latched onto his frail bones and yanked him into a darkness not quite sinister, though quite romantic, and clamped his mandibles shut to keep a piercing screech from exiting his vocal cords. That young heart beat with intensity as the force ran its fingers down his neck, then placed a palm firmly against his chest, slowing those quickened breaths by loosening all tensions with a warmth, thus far, unmatched and a suggestiveness merely suggesting this alone time be pursued. Both healthy, youthful bodies pulled closer as they inched away from the ray of light that seared only a fraction of the darkness in a manner that expressed seeming end results of inflicted pain that would rain down upon them, like moon light, should they ever bring this moment to light for all eyes, be they harsh, understanding, adoring, spiteful, touched, appalled, supportive, damning, neutral, impassioned, inspired, envious, or filled to the brim with any other given characteristics, as they were, to witness. It was the object of affections whom first realized this and attempted to pull away, though he was swayed to stay put as the scheming youth explored this body before him, as if it were an offer of patronage to his superior form, like he always treated it, with curious hands too characterized by such a trait to await the water's sensual lapping, usually registered by their naked hides, to create goose bumps amongst his partner's form, smiling as shivers told of wonderment towards the effects of simple strokes.

"I've craved your company, as I'm sure you've been craving mine, ever since I awoke this fine morning, my dear Rek'd," A-kur stated as he motioned closer, ran a hand along the side of his object of affection's skull, and tangled all lower body cloths amongst each other, acting as if the fabric existed no more than their love existed in the eyes of the outside world, cherishing the warmth, the particular warmth, that could only be created by such a shrouded region of the body, though allowed it not to overshadow what truly mattered; the warmth that radiated from all parts of these fleshed beings and the sensation created when revealed sources intertwined. The scheming youth figured, as good a feeling this was, it hardly measured up to the deliverance of one's untainted form to another with an ever present sincerity stamped across every desirable feature to be stroked or tasted by wriggling masses of lips, bones, teeth, and taste buds, but he would wait for the proper day, as this yearning, soon to be turned loose as an open flame, could be satisfied with a mere bout kisses brought about by a supposedly unintended entanglement. "I'll ask you not where you've been all day; such details are of lesser importance to me than the happenings surrounding a rock," The scheming youth settled closer, his hand wrapped firmly about Rek'd's back as they leaned against the wall, relying upon its structure to hold them up as they float amongst clouds. "All I ask, in return, is for one kiss, brief as you feel suitable, to hold until tonight, when I can delight your skin and tastes with as many as I feel suitable. Just one and I'll return to playing the role of your half-brother, as I have agreed prior, whilst trudging the lighted paths."

"As brief as possi-" This answer was cut short as its speaker found his mandibles to become as tangled as the cloths below and his muscles to be as resistant, at first, as a knot ever loosening, before the appendages suddenly retracted in a revolted manner; as A-kur gained continuous satisfaction through manipulations, he failed to notice this security measure, which would hoist all the blame of this situation, should a disapproving or loose lipped form wander into the darkness, on the scheming youth, whom could be more than forgiven, given his promising abilities and seemingly utterly obedient nature, unlike his object of affection, whom was hampered quite enough by the stance he held in his father's eyes. The kiss was released, brief as promise, though Rek'd found himself squealing lightly in delight as his neck was massaged by wriggling tentacles that pitted prickled fangs and moist puddles of thick fluids against skin layered not quite as densely, senses too enticed to ignore any further advancement, and vocal cords far too raddled not to follow the example of their stimulators. It came at a moment, placed ever so strategically, when control was gained and the two youths were separated by the one's concern and devotion to keep a promise long ago made, dictating this love was only to be expressed within the confides of the secluded spring until they found the courage to announce their standing via strolling hand-in-hand under the eyes of their ever watchful peers; not to mention the day and night father and his always set sun. "That is enough," The accompanied youth insisted as his tongue ran over the underside of his mandibles, taking in the moment that had been left upon him by that worthy promise breaker, as his company was eased away and the cloths carefully untangled, so as not to reveal the hide hidden and create a catastrophe of a day; or, perhaps, a wonderful experience that would only lead to an incoherent discovery on the part of the parental units. "There is always tonight, dear A-kur; forever and for always-" Rek'd straightened his cloths, then gazed into his half-brother's eyes as his head turned upwards and mandibles curved in; a pause had overcome him and seemed to make its own presence unbearable, causing a struggle to yank the last word from that youthful throat. "-t-tonight."

"Tonight, tomorrow; youths are never supposed to think ahead! Right now, I require the help of one strapping young lad," A voice almost shrill in delivery, though more so due to its unexpected intrusion into this moment rather than the defining properties held, rang out and prompted both boys to whip their heads towards the cracked door, wearing masks of half-appease, half-anything-but-at-ease, to focus upon this most adroit lurker, whom relaxed in the hallway just outside the room with a shoulder pressed against the door frame and both sets of outwardly stretched limbs crossed over, as if to imply one being was on the edge of a dirty, little secret. The disembodied voice acquired a host and gave all credit owed to Ma'heras, despite the fact that the woman maintained a neutral expression and asked for no praise, further disregarding the set standards of her given triumphant position, then pressed off the wall as the look of terror on both youths' faces gradually slipped away, in turn bringing about a feeling of defeat that was soon set off. "Whatever you two premeditated for tonight, that which is forever and always, eluded me, as I arrived only in time to recognize the mischief at hand with no details to create the damning appendages," The keeper waved her hand about as her mandibles flicked this way and that, presenting, to her newly recognized priorities, an odd manner of movement not unlike Innurven's in appearance, though quite distant in flow; the boys seemed hypnotized by both the wriggling jaws and limb, but rapidly fled their trans. "Despite the fact that I've no need to investigate this manner further, I gaze upon it as dual-headed bargaining chip. Either of you care to snatch it from my hands?"

A-kur glanced back to Rek'd, feeling that fire within burn for yet another kiss, though he resisted it as their eyes, being of the inverse characteristics displayed by the bodies below, met, once again, and patted the palm of his half-brother's hand. "Tonight," The second half of this whole brotherhood repeated, showing no signs of weakness through stutterings or stumbles, as his eyes reflected a devious spirit; one which, after claiming a mass of mortal flesh, never shirked its attempts to taste it until all flares had completely died down, in which such a spirit would move on to its next victim. The first half of this whole brotherhood felt as if such a departure would never come, as, if his partial relation possessed anything, passion was about and abound, flowing throughout and around, this stronger form, which only pushed, but refused silently to claimed complete dominance, and pulled, though with the constant reassurance of an underlying want for his love, of brotherly stature, that begged, that plead, that outright burst into out strung arms and heated cries, to be realized, in such a way that suggested they ran this relationship as one, regardless of previous conceptions that dictated a member must take the higher seat and pave the road to be traveled down based upon the stances of lovemaking, and progressed as two equal beings, however differently developed they were. "Tonight, one of mere procrastination rather than progress, shall be ours, then, but now-" A-kur directed his motions to Ma'heras. "-shall be our guest's time with me," The scheming youth assured through elaborate motions, depicting silent double entendres, that this time would be only of business and not of romance; Rek'd nodded as both soft, green eyes flicked to him, then were steered away, reluctantly, as the second half of this whole brotherhood trudged towards to the searing light laid out before him, along with its keeper. He turned back but once to deliver a final message, this being, "I bid you a day, just a day, as I wish tonight to be good in comparison so, as I whisper those words in your ears amidst light chuckles accustomed to mischievous souls, the meaning can become enriched by its one, simple layer, rather than jumbled by an overblown mass of layers. Goodbye, for now, dear Rek'd. I hope you await the reception of those words as readily as I wish to convey them."

A-kur then left to assist Ma'heras in her inevitable move into the impressive state. Rek'd was left to himself again; to wander about this house alone, or, perhaps, just this room, as no superior had yet to order him outside the comforting darkness.

For the first time, since that unexpected entrance, which led to an equally surprisingly, though superiorly enjoyable, kiss, the light had been flicked on and the limits of this cell studied; Rek'd recognized it as his father's establishment of educational examination. All that laid within the room was a secondary bed and a desk, with papers surrounding the edges of the former and stacked upon the surface of the latter, suggesting that even when Rek'aug had managed to catch himself up with a detailed list of recent happenings in the cities, the latest discovery report issued within the field of physics or a series of logs analyzing the cause and effect of various weapons, along with their actual building processes, which explained the many lethal lumps lingering about the corner nearest to the desk, he could not lie down and submit to his subconscious without a wave of fresh ink wafting into his nostrils. As snooping youth fumbled about the papers about the bed, finally reaching for the pillow atop it with pure curiosity, lewd photogenic logs that suggested his father had submitted not only to his own body's demands atop this bed after those long sessions of study were stumbled across, and pulled away from, as two sets of four appendages, with their distant cousins upon every Sangheili's face, curled inward with appalled astonishment. No wonder the heads of this household insisted their offspring remain oblivious of this room's inner workings!

The door truly would have been met with a fierce out of bolting force had both orbs of a sharp green colorization not settled upon a written log amongst the parental pornography; knowing Rek'aug to not be much of a sexual writer, although a very talented verbal poet, and lacking knowledge in general on the being that was, essentially, the youth's surrogate mother, who seemed hardly the woman to enjoy dirty talk sprawled across parchment paper, Rek'd plucked it from the dirt, investing all faith in its content with hopes that it was, at least, suitable for one of the central stage of puberty, or, at the very, very least, something which would not stir a fit of arousal. The youth was pleasantly surprised and unpleasantly surprised as all surmising was cast out into the dreaded light with the wonder concerning this letter's purpose, for it was made very, very clear, in the very first line, that this was seething, most likely not in its finest form, though seething nonetheless, that caused the very skin upon the reader's body to boil in unison with the writer's. With that said, it read:

Dear bloodied-bed-sheet-clenching-spouse-spawn-of-a-freaking-fucking-hell,

I've no need for this trial. I've already one that has been dealt with, and only recently neutralized by a second set of green eyes, not merely snuffed, for fifteen fucking phases, eased only about the thirteenth. Have I not suffered long enough, I ask you? Of course; not.

If only funds were sufficient enough to achieve my goal. To think! –if I wish for a release of true relief, I must tear the eggs firmly tucked, or firmly fuck, between Fortuna's legs and squat over them, like a fucking frog, and fill them with fluids sufficient enough for mine own to conceive, though I am not a man of violent theories! At least, not when funds are sufficient enough.

I wouldn't be fair enough, fair minded enough, fair-fucking-minded enough, if I did not consider the possibility of my seed being infertile, though I'm a damned field worker; only a wealthy distributer of crops when not in disguise. As great a line I've been able to come from, been able to have been bred from, fucking- pardon me, repro-fucking-duction -should come easy enough, though, in practice, it lies alongside the caliber of romancing a rock. It must be the dam of a dame, you of all yous, whom brings me shame; the continuation of what I've experienced for these long years come to pass. If only they could be forgotten!

But, alas, I fear that, should I ever be distributed a baby through the kindness of this malnourished bitch, I would receive a son more suitable as a daughter or a daughter more suitable as a sun! Just the thought makes me wish to revoke my lineage, retract my hips, and relinquish my vows, though, sadly, I am a man of my poison, be it written down and hidden or spoken up and ridden; smooth and graceful or dehydrated and painful. I will not break an oath with words, words, and more words; to hell with words! I am no coward!

But, Dear Gods, my will is chafed; please, bestow upon me a method to escape. I've yet to show my ass to you, as I submit, humbly, to her will, and suffer the frigid air every waking moment, save those spent at my desk. I ask you, extend my haven and I will forever live by your customs and conclude that only your will is worth submitting to, and await your answer. I hope it shall not be consisting of just words, words, and more words, but immediate workings and action.

Sincerely, Rek'aug Sek'r

The seething letter was copied, word for word, then placed back underneath the pillow so resistant to a fire telling of the cold, lest Rek'd wished his hand to be rid of its dark purple sheets, as the copy was stuffed between the youth's cloths and belt in a way that rendered it invisible to the eye, at the cost of being an irritant to a most tender area, just before Ma'heras' voice rang out, calling upon the name of the first half of her top priority, pressing him to join the second half. Sharp, green eyes flicked to the door, making sure of no unexpected guests, before proceeding to straighten papers, mop up ink, and toss supplies back into their respective drawers, so the room's defenses appeared as if they were never breached, then glide down the stairs, finding A-kur sitting in front of the estate's fireplace. The scheming youth glanced back once, patted the spot next to him twice, and allowed his object of affections any time limit under three seconds to join him before showing a slight tinge of understated anticipation, which Rek'd soon relieved as he gathered next to his half-brother, his part-time lover, and cooed in greetings as their heads formed a conjoined structure relying on both parts to remain standing.

This was needed, this joining, by both youths, though for two very different reasons that led them down an identical road more intertwined than one might have thought, had they not been exposed to the relationship that helped to ease the bumps along it so that the apparent stroll became more pleasant; all the more romantic and smooth. Both boys retracted, then glanced about the room, searching for any spying eyes, before both hosts glided out the door and tore through the woods, seeking the sanctuary in which they could whisper, amidst grins, compliments and comments not direly sensual, though sometimes preferred that way, and point out, through demonstrations, just what was so special about each other, without being told otherwise. At the given moment, this was the highest need upon Rek'd's list, thus rendering A-kur a provider and a protector and, furthermore, a being of utmost value, as he could provide words, words, and more words, among loving gestures, that others simply could not; and once the scheming youth's pleasingly warmed palms, in direct violation of the cold about, drove themselves down to the tips of Rek'd's hips and to two youths leaned towards each other, Vleo came into view, as well as the fireplace that had been sat at before. It was present time now, six phases later.

The boy, wrapped in his elder's left arm, which prompted him to cuddle his body along the well developed encasing that was his brother's, so as to extract warmth from its distributor, regardless of the ray's now penetrating the thin glass instilled between the outlines of this house's mirrors, and wriggle his mandibles mindlessly. The needs displayed by this motion, the utter desperation vibrating through the small body as it shivered against more heated skin, and the return shiver that Rek'd could do naught to fend off, were made clear, leading to an overdue embrace, tweaked ever so slightly in differing aspects, so as to fit Vleo, this neglected boy, giving an air of self-importance and self-esteem that A-kur had instilled within his object of affection many times over. The embrace remained for one of the longest moments either being had ever known, though it refused to drag on, instead coveting a meaning that helped those involved to cherish its length, regardless of the fact they wished it longer still, for the duration set upon them by an unseen minute hand as the elderly youth concocted a plan that would treat his sickly brother to a little bout of togetherness configured through a small bit of time. As the two finally pulled away, Rek'd evoked a softened smile from Vleo's features by asking, "How would you like to visit a sanctuary very dear to your brother, my love?"