Hello gyus ^-^ or maybe I should say ladies :-D don't know who's reading this stuff :-D
This is the next chapter, just one more to go and this story will end, unlike all of you want a chapter for the 'Amen' as well XD
I hope someone will read this, after I needed soooooooo much time to update.
Big thanks to my beta persistance ! I love you, darling :-D
sed libera nos a malo
But deliver us from evil
He waited, waited for a moment of carelessness of the other man. He had to escape. There was no other way than this.
They rode for hours and hours. When rain started falling, they took shelter in caves or other post stations on the way. Whichever way they took. He didn't know whereto the blond man wanted to lead him, but he knew they were heading west.
Maybe the coast? What is he planning on doing there? And some more questions of this kind circled in his head.
At dusk they stopped. The blond man started setting up the camp. The sky was clear, so it wouldn't be raining tonight.
He helped arranging the tent and dug a little hole for the fire. Meanwhile the blond man went to gather some dry wood.
He stood after he finished the work and strolled along the grassland where the horses browsed. Now. He reached for the bonds that tied the forelegs of his horse together.
When they were loose, he reached for the reins.
"Stop right there!" He froze. Shit. A thud was heard, when some branches fell on the ground. "Step back from the horse. Turn around." He grinned. "You like to have the upper hand, right?"
"Shut up!" He moved slowly and looked straight in the barrel of a LeMat Revolver. "Hey, don't like jokes?" The blond man shot him a death glare. "Move!" He made a sign with his free hand, pointing at the tent.
About an hour later he nearly gave up on escaping this night. The other one was to damn alert. Around midnight they went to sleep.
It wasn't long and the blond man was sound asleep. But he couldn't, no, he didn't want to sleep. His thoughts travelled back, to a time; that seemed to be thousands of years away.
He smelled fish and trash, alcohol and other things, he didn't want to know what it was. The streets that led to the harbour of London were dirty, wherever you looked. He didn't mind.
He was a day labourer. Working for different companies, he had enough money to survive.
But sometimes, he wasn't a day labourer. Then he was someone else. Someone to be feared. There was a fight club. Some underground thing. He didn't care. But he loved to fight. Weapons were allowed, so he fought with swords.
At the fight club, there were many different people. He watched most of them fight. But knew he could win. One day was different. A newbie was there. Thin body, nearly no muscles, smoking like some industry chimney. Blond hair hiding one of his crystal blue eyes.
He had to fight that guy.
Weeks passed. They became friends. The blond man wasn't working at one of the steelworks. He didn't know what his work was and he didn't care. They met at the fight club. And they fought. Many times. And none of them won even once.
Again some time passed. They met in bars or taverns. Most of the time, the blond man paid the debts.
And then a time started that was filled with hidden desire.
He never had sexual thoughts of other men. But this one was something entirely different.
He turned to the other side, facing the wall of the tent, casting away the memories. He didn't want them, couldn't use then right now. The blond man next to him sighed and moved a little in his sleep.
Stop thinking! He shouted to himself. He definitely had to stop thinking that way.
A soft moan from the other went right down his body. Gods, what is he dreaming? Stay calm. Ignore him. Stay calm and ignore him.