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It had been a long wait, for obvious reasons. He knew what was to come, and had been dreading it.

Still, the other guy had insisted on it, so it was going to happen.That was why he was stepping into the household, his stomach fluttering with nervousness, while it seemed like all the fluttering did was make it feel heavier. A bad combination and a worse feeling.

He found himself right in front of the blond, his sapphire eyes staring pleadingly into his. But mercy wasn't expected, nor was it given. His mind had been made up, and he was going to go through with it.

With an arm slightly tugging him, he found himself over his friend's thighs, shifting a bit to try to find as much comfort in his position, though considering what position he was in, not much comfort would be found.

He felt fingers slide beneath the waistband of his pants, tugging them down along with his briefs, leaving his pale skin exposed to the cool air. The hand returned, covering a globe and patting it, as if trying to comfort him. But what kind of comfort could be found in this?

The hand left, the two globes clenching in nervous anticipation.Seconds dragged into minutes, which blurred into what must've been an eternity of time, hours seeming to pass by in the flash of seconds.

Then the hand came down, delivering a harsh slap to one of the cheeks, getting a pained gasp from the male, whose first move was to get off, but a hand fell on his head, resting on it while gently pushing it down to look at the floor.

It came down once again, this time leaving a twin, stinging mark on the other cheek, causing it to bounce slightly, getting another gasp and kick.

The next ones weren't all that gentle either. After those two, the hand seemed more determined, more willing. Faster and harder it came, over and over on his rear, making the two globes bounce and turn into a bright pink, while the boy on his lap twisted and hissed in pain, tears welled up in his eyes as he suffered through it.

Neither boys were used to it. Maybe that was a saving grace, a mixed blessing. Maybe it was the reverse.

Either way, it didn't matter to either as it continued. Eventually, cries came out, the kicking got fiercer, and a hand went to cover the pinkened flesh, only to find itself pinned to the back, holding it and him down while his rear stung and burned.

He let out cries, pleads, and it felt as heavy as sorrow filling up his friend's heart. But he had to learn one way or the other, and the other was already attempted.

This routine went on for a while longer, the pink skin had begun to gradually fade into the red, same with the hand. Difference was that one stung a whole lot worse than the other, while the others pity made it hesitate from time to time.

Now the tears had spilled, the liquid passed the lids of the eyes, and slid down the cheeks, apologies and sobs repeated over and over, as if chanting them would have saved them.

Maybe they would.

Another minute went by before it stopped, and it left the youth a mess, tears having covered his cheeks and a wet stain had formed in the carpet where all the tears had landed.

The hand came down again,though this time instead of doing so to cause pain, it did so to try to help. Instead of slapping, it rubbed, an attempt to rub away some of the sting, an attempt to bring some comfort.

He found himself now seated in his friend's lap, naked from the waist down, and hugging the other male tightly, apologies repeated to a point where it seemed like those were all he remembered of the language.

His friend only hugged back and held him tightly, circles being rubbed into his back until he passed out, the youth even more adorable asleep and red-bummed.

He was put inside of the bed, the silk sheets positioned to cover his lower half, as the clothes were now folded and put on a table, waiting for him to wake up.

The blond could only smile at how innocent he looked, how innocent he was. He mumbled a "Sleep Well, Albert." before Franz closed the door, leaving the youth in the darkness, which only comforted him in a beautiful silence.

I'm panicking.
Yes I am.
Chapter 2, WAR Games has already completely gone off the original setting.
Which means that now I gotta rewrite the whole thing from scratch on the computer. (WEll..I mean from Chapter 3-whatever.)
Ah geez. Panic panic panic.
This actually happened because of one of my internet friends, who I was talking about Elder Scrolls series with, and we went on between the clans, between the Daedric Gods/Goddesses and the Nine Divine Gods/Goddesses, the plants, the different races, and blah blah blah blah blah.XD
Shit.

I don’t know what happened at that time. Did I faint, or was I knocked out? Or maybe there was some other reason behind it all. All I know is that one instant, everything is blackened and it feels like an eternity passed, a lifetime of memories flashing before my eyes. I thought I was dead, but any holy being would realize that I would’ve taken death over something like this.

I remember that day. When all the lights were dimed by the falling ice, the very air into a chill worse than the inside of a freezer. Christian and I wouldn't survive very long, even when we huddled together under a thin blanket to try to share the warmth between our bodies.
The cold would freeze us any time soon if Christian's cough didn't kill him first. Scavenging for food wasn't going to be enough. I had to find actual medicine, something to actually keep him warm, and shelter.

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