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Ging walked through a small, abandoned village as sunset made its impact on the dull, dirty buildings. A warm, familiar color fell to his feet while the wind twirled dust into his throat. He walked with his hands in his pockets and his head held low, making it a point to appear discreet. Though, there were seemingly no signs of life in this suspiciously quiet town. There hadn't been for a very long time.
The fading sun brought on a cold breeze as he made his way through the ruins. Small rodents scurried past him on the dirt sidewalk that was littered in patches of tall grass. He could hear distant calls from wild birds, soaring high above of him.
The night was serene and somehow nostalgic. He wished he had been able to see the village in its prime, alive and breathing. He wondered what this now dingy land must've looked like when there were people to inhabit it.
He only discovered it on accident while traveling by horse across the Yorbian continent. It was in the center of an untouched valley- filled with nothing but wild animals. Upon arrival, it was clear it hadn't been explored in centuries. But the most shocking element was that there were no known civilizations to have been documented in this region- ever.
Where had all the people gone? Why had they never been discovered?
With no signs of natural disaster or abrupt evacuation- it remained an enigma. There was a graveyard but very little graves, so he ruled out disease and extinction as possibilities. He questioned if there had been a migration or some other reason for the entire town to pack up and leave, but nothing came to mind.
He hoped to keep the site to himself... well, not entirely, but he'd be dammed if any developers got their greedy hands on it. So he bought the land, preserving it as is and keeping its secrets hidden from prying eyes.
Every time he revisited the old village, the same questions stirred inside his mind. And every time, the consuming intrigue always deterred him from reaching his destination. While turning back, he considered all the possibilities for this land's backstory- as he always does when wandering in its streets.
Irritation flooded him as he made his way into a building, which he previously walked past while lost in thought. It was one of the last buildings to maintain its original structure, though its charm had long since faded.
He stepped inside, looking around the familiar rooms. It was dark and unkempt but oddly peaceful. The kind of calm you find in an empty house, on a late summer night.
Everything was quiet; still. He made his way up the wooden stairs, hoping with every step that he wouldn't fall through.
Remarkably, they remained intact and he breathed a sigh of relief once he reached the second floor. He walked through the dusty hallway, leisurely entering the room at the end of the hall.
Upon opening the door, he immediately recognized the dull atmosphere. The walls were tattered and the floors, unswept. There was a rickety old bed covered with new, clean bedding. And beside it was a frail, wooden chair with a man, legs crossed- patiently waiting atop it.
Pariston looked entirely out of place sitting in the drab, lifeless room. He appeared as he always did- sparkling, refined and completely manufactured. The contrast between him and his lackluster surroundings was palpable.
"You're late." He said, his eyes fixated on Ging.
"Yeah. I got lost in thought on the way here. Took a couple wrong turns."
Pariston lowered his gaze. "That's unfortunate. It's sad to see this broken old village has a better grip on your attention than I do."
Ging let out a small but proud laugh while removing his hat and scarf. "You flatter yourself. Want my attention? You know what to do."
Pariston replied with a cunning smile. He stood from the chair and slowly approached Ging- his composure, gradually fading. He fell to his knees and gave Ging a hungry expression, trying everything he could to absorb the mans focus.
Ging loved seeing this look on Pariston. His neediness could be admired at times, though it was Pariston's eyes that really captured his interest. They were primal, submissive and loudly screamed 'ruin me.'
Pariston stared up at Ging, looking starved. His blonde bangs fell just above his eyes and his sleek suit curved around his body. Ging could feel his deprived aura and his patience, fleeting.
Slowly, Ging undid his belt and zipper. His half hard length sprung out as he looked down at Pariston's pleading eyes. The air between them was drenched in desire- suffocating but in the best way.
Before Pariston could reach out his hand, Ging began stroking himself slowly. His head fell back as he closed his eyes, deliberately taunting the man below him.
Pariston watched intently with an animalistic expression.
Ging grew stiffer as he touched himself inches away from Pariston's ready lips. He thoroughly missed feeling the rats killer glare on him.
Without any warning, he grabbed the back of Pariston's head and shoved it forward, nearly unlocking his jaw. Pariston let out a sweet sigh, merrily accepting the ambush on his throat.
He forced his head back in forth, praising Ging's member with his tongue.
This feeling-this taste. It's the only reason he'd stepped foot into the decrepit old ruin. The only reason he'd keep coming back.
The collision of skin and the heat between them- the soft sensations and the heavy breathing that followed. Ging grasped Pariston's hair with both hands just to keep himself upright. "God Paris, I forgot how fucking good your mouth feels. Keep going, just like that."
Pariston whimpered to Ging's praising words. "Y-yes, Ging."
His reply came out muffled as the dick in his mouth grew bigger-harder.
Ging thrusted into Paristons mouth, searching for the feeling of his delicate throat. Watching and lusting over the insatiable view.
Pariston's hands became just as eager as his mouth. He slowly brought them up Ging's thighs and approached his hips. His nails dug into the edges of Ging's v-line, immediately finding his pressure points.
The rat let a satisfied smile fall over his stretched jaw, as Ging winced to the thumbs burrowing into his skin. "Don't fuck with me Paris. Do that again and you'll regret it."
Ging's threatening tone excited Pariston, excited him quite a bit. "My apologies Ging, it's just so tempting... I love the look of you caught off guard."
He gave unmoved, supplicating eyes while continuing to stroke Ging's length with his subtle hand.
Ging paused for a fraction of a second before grabbing Pariston's collar and pulling him to his feet. Pariston let out a sharp gasp as he was thrown onto the bed, with Ging falling on top of him. "What's got you feeling so bold tonight? Hm?"
Pariston gave an entitled smirk. "I suppose... all that time waiting for you.. I got bored. Felt like making things interesting."
Ging grabbed Pariston's wrists and pinned them against the bed, letting the weight of their bodies slowly sink into the mattress. "Well snap out of it. Have you forgotten who it is, you were waiting for?" He lowered himself against Pariston's ear- his warm breath brushing against the rats smooth skin. "Let me hear you beg... It's been too long."
Pariston let out a soft, teasing laugh.
Ging's grip on his wrists tightened and his voice fell deeper, more rugged. "C'mon baby, use that velvety voice and beg for me."
His words left Pariston awestruck. The rat desperately missed hearing that flirty, commanding tone. "Do... do whatever you want to me.. I just.. need your touch."
Ging smiled with vain satisfaction. "There it is."
He began kissing Pariston's neck, starting off gentle then melting into his skin. Their bodies collided, rubbing against each other in a passion filled, all-consuming state. Both of them feeling the rising heat of their forbidden touch.
As Ging moved slowly down Pariston's collar, the blonde made several breathless attempts to speak- though nothing but moans filled the air. Ging kept moving lower, discovering the rats chest- then his stomach, then his waist.
He pushed his shirt upwards and kissed near the seams of Pariston's belt, occasionally sucking hard to remind him who was in charge. Pariston yelped in response to Ging's possession of such a delicate area. The teasing was nearing unbearable.
He squirmed under Ging's muscular build, desperate for a more dangerous kind of touching.
Ging entertained his eagerness by playfully undoing his belt buckle and letting the leather fall apart under his burley fingers.
Before he reached for Pariston's zipper, he sat up and motioned for Pariston to do the same. They moved in unison, taking Pariston's jacket off and throwing it carelessly to the floor.
Then came his shirt. The white linen provided a perfect shadow of Pariston's toned body- practically begging to be devoured. Ging wasted no time undoing his buttons, revealing the mesmerizing plain of refined muscle and skin.
He stopped for a moment to stare. "Fuck Paris. Your body- its..."
Pariston blushed and let a sly, devilish grin appear at the corners of his mouth . "What about yours? When do I get to see all those dangerous scars hiding beneath your raggedy clothes?"
Ging leaned down with a ruling smile. "I see you're still feeling brave."
Lifting his head, Pariston forced direct eye contact. "I always feel brave when Im with you."
The air between them was thick-smothering. Ging slowly removed his top layers, revealing his strong physique and rugged arms.
The scars that Pariston was so eager to see became visible in the moonlight. Pariston lightly brushed his fingers across the familiar marks, studying every inch of Ging's branded past. "You never did tell me how you managed to get so many of these."
Ging's expression fell flat. "It'd only bore you. Besides, do you want me to tell stories or do you wanna have some fun?"
Pariston's daring smile reappeared. Ging stood from the bed. He let his pants drop to the floor and removed his last set of layers. Luminescence projected through the broken windows, outlining his perfectly sculpted body. Pariston was on the verge of drooling. "Flip over. I want you on your hands and knees."
Pariston obeyed. He quickly tossed off his remaining clothes and as he reached for his tie- Ging stopped him.
"Keep the tie on, everything else can go."
Pariston didn't protest. He let the tie fall back to his chest and positioned himself exactly as Ging demanded.
"Obedience looks good on you. You should wear it more often."
The rat smiled with content. "I would, but unfortunately you're the only person who can make me act like this."
Ging let a curious, entitled expression fall over his face. "I wouldn't say that's unfortunate."
"..No... Im sure you wouldn't."
Ging knelt behind Pariston, grabbing his hips and digging his fingers into the blonde's supple skin. He couldn't take his eyes off Pariston's heavenly chiseled back. Watching his muscles tense and ease provoked a dangerous urge within him. An inexplicable need to consume.
Pariston let out a melodic hum, feeling the compressed space between them. "What are you waiting for?"
Ging was overcome with irritation hearing the rats brave remarks. "More of your desperate, needy words I guess."
"And if I refuse?"
Paristons reply sent a wave of heat down Ging's neck. "Are you trying to piss me off?.." His eyebrows burrowed to the center of his forehead. "Of course you are. That's all you ever fucking do."
He spit on his hand, then wiped the saliva on the tip of his member.
In a rapid motion, he grabbed Pariston's hips and slammed them towards his own- entering with no warning, no coddling, no chance for the rat to take back his brazen words.
"Shit!-" Pariston gripped the blanket with alarming strength. His head fell to the mattress and his back arched to a nearly inhuman degree. The once breathy and tuneful moans, now turned into feral whines, straight from his core.
Ging moaned loudly as he filled Pariston with his iron length. The warm embrace captivated all his senses- almost making him fall over Pariston's back. "Still wanna piss me off?"
Pariston took several deep breaths. "You... like it..."
Ging couldn't fathom the amount of audacity Pariston wore. While he was annoyed, he was also impressed. "You're getting too comfortable talking to me like that. What happened to princess Pariston, always so polite?"
The blonde tried desperately to gather his strength and lift himself from the bedding. "You tell me."
Hearing that, Ging pulled him close and began thrusting.
Paristons head dropped back down to the soft fabric. His body still tense, still opening up to Ging's abrupt entrance. Neither of them could contain their heavy moans- even If they wanted to.
"Fuck Paris- god!" His hold on Pariston's hips remained unmoved, locked in place.
Ging drove himself deeper into Pariston, gradually scuttling the bed frame forward. Loud, whiny cries echoed through the abandoned village.
After several moments of comfortable fucking, Ging gripped Pariston's hair and pulled him upwards- their chest and back colliding. The blonde gasped from the tug on his scalp, then let a carnal smile fall over his face.
Ging grabbed Pariston's tie, swinging it backwards against his throat. He held one hand on the fabric, reining him in as if he were a wild animal. The other, was firmly situated on Pariston's hip. And yet the momentum of his thrust never wavered.
"God I love seeing you like this." He angled his mouth directly behind Pariston's ear. "Must be humiliating for you, really. Pretty boy Pariston- coming apart by my dick."
Pariston, with his cadence moans, could only let out a broken laugh as he soaked up Ging's words.
"Got nothing to say? Hm?" He tightened his hold over Pariston's neck. "No more teasing comments?"
The words sliced through the rat like a knife, doused with pleasure. "I'll l-leave the teasing to y-you." The weakness in his voice was like music to Ging's ears.
Ging released Parison from his hold. Blonde locks shone through the air as Pariston fell back- face first- onto the bed. A soft sigh escaped his throat while he readjusted to his prior position. Ging- again- stared down at his toned back, arched and shimmering in the moonlight.
"I've seen a lot Paris, but this...you...It's something unmatched."
"You f-flatter me, Ging."
"Don't get used to it."
He pulled out, making Pariston's body wince and contort. Then fell onto the bed with his back leaning against the headrest. Pariston looked at him, slightly startled and largely disappointed. The lack of Ging's warmth brought on a sense of deep longing. A longing he was all too familiar with.
Pariston flipped around, searching for Ging's next move. There wasn't a chance in hell they were finished, Pariston was sure of it. He looked up to the rugged man before him, with eager, impatient eyes. Ging gave a careless expression while pushing his hair back- beads of sweat falling from the sides of his face.
They stared at each other for a moment- Pariston patiently awaiting instructions and Ging, telling him without words.
"Need me to spell it out for you?"
Pariston released a soft 'hmph,' before crawling over Ging's body. His cheeks firmly meeting the mans lap. "You could use your words."
Ging greeted Pariston's body by trailing his fingers down his shoulders. "No need. You know how I like it." He brought his hand up to Pariston's face- slowly dragging his thumb down the middle of his soft bottom lip. "What're you waiting for?"
Pariston grinned hearing his words thrown back him, then quickly aligned himself with Ging's member. He pushed down slowly, then began motioning his hips.
His hands fell on the top of the bed frame and he gripped the dry, old wood with white-knuckling strength.
Ging marveled over the rats waist, slimming as he pulled forward, tensing as he moved back. It truly was a sight like no other. "Fuck Paris. Keep riding like that and I won't last much longer."
Pariston stared into his eyes as he continued his fluid movements. "Is that so? " His tone was playful but relayed some genuine surprise.
"It's been a while for me. Since the last time we were here, actually."
Pariston froze. His shock couldn't be concealed. "...But its been-"
"Yeah. Im aware. So keep going- I never told you to stop."
Pariston returned to his rhythm, still digesting Ging's words. Twisted flattery overwhelmed him. Ging was never known for being patient, yet he waited quite some time for this much needed reunion.
The rat increased his speed, testing Ging's strength. He tightened his entrance feeling the pulse in Ging's member- a harmonious beat, which he could embrace for days.
Ging wanted to reprimand him but couldn't. The euphoric feeling was too overwhelming, too consuming, he could barely even think.
Loud moans filled the room as both of them focused on Pariston's swinging hips. It took everything in Ging to suppress the rising heat in his lower stomach.
The brushing, the collision, the speaking without words- it compiled into a tension, gripping both their chests. Small moments of erupting cries pulled their voices into one. A single sensation blooming, thriving between cells.
Ging grabbed Pariston's dangling tie and pulled him into a starved, nearly feral kiss. It was the first time their lips touched since he entered the room.
Pariston melted into Ging's mouth, battling his tongue and reveling in the sweet, unforgettable taste. Heavy whimpers fell out as the thumping between their bodies continued to accelerate.
"Ging- I-."
"Shhh. Keep going baby."
Pariston did as he was told. His muscles tensed even more rigorously than before. Ging's hands dug into his hips and guided his movement with deliberate control. They were both nearly breathless, rampaging to find each other's limit.
Suddenly, Ging curled forward- releasing a shockwave of moans that Pariston immediately recognized. The heat inside him burst, with little to no warning.
An eruption of bliss surfaced his skin as he drove his length deep into the blonde's stomach. His entitled hands grasped Pariston's body with immense force, claiming him as his own. The moment of ecstasy refusing to fade.
His body seized for so long, the tension in his joints became numb. The friction in his chest felt like a small heart attack, but he seemingly had no power to stop it. His mind had lost control over his body- it was acting entirely on its own.
Pariston paused his movements to take in the scene before him. Both his eyes and smile widened, watching Ging be in this frozen- vulnerable state.
The blonde completely abandoned his composure while listening to Ging's cries and seeing the pink on his chest. The entire building was at risk of collapsing, just by the sheer weight of his thrill.
He savored every moment of Ging's sudden release and let a small drop of drool fall from the corner of his perverted smile.
He let Ging breathe only a moment of clarity before excitedly resuming his thrust. The warm overflow of liquid gave him the ability to pull himself up and down at a speed that was previously unachievable. A speed that only solidified his own eruption.
As Ging clenched everything within him, Pariston's melodic moans returned. He felt the twisted tension making its rise, scouring for the limit in which it could surmount.
"Ah!- Ging!"
Pariston's member tensed as white liquid sprung forward, falling onto the Ging's stomach. A small puddle of semen collecting in his navel.
The rat arched his back, exposing his chest to Ging in a way he hadn't been before. Like it was on display, with the moon providing a twinkling spotlight. He dug his nails into Ging's thighs- gripping so hard, it was mystery he wasn't bleeding.
Loud wailing escaped his throat while pleasure consumed his entire body- the roaring sensation finally mounting its peak.
Pariston tightened around Ging's delicate skin, making both of them moan in ways they hadn't known was possible. You could hear their screams from miles in the distance, but neither of them had any concern. Their minds were entirely captivated by the sense of each other's release.
As the summit of their eruptions faded, the grip on each other's bodies gradually eased.
Many moments had gone by without either of them attempting to move. They were stuck, motionless- catching their breath and returning to their senses. Searching for the thoughts that vanished upon climax.
Eventually reality restored, when a wild bird made an abrupt 'caw' outside the broken window- startling only Pariston.
He looked down at Ging, chest still on display. "Impressive as always." His tone was impish but sincere.
"Mghfm" Was all Ging could muster in response.
Pariston let out a soft 'hmm' before lifting his body and joining the other side of the mattress. They both winced as the coddling warmth was ripped from their skin.
Ging quickly returned to his unkempt state. Pariston smiled down at the mess of a man beside him.
The silence was no longer charged with carnal anticipation. Instead, it was comforting and rather peaceful. The calm after the storm.
Pariston leaned over to grab his jacket. He reached for the inner pocket and pulled out two white handkerchiefs.
In a swift motion, he quickly cleaned himself and Ging, then dropped the pieces of fabric onto the floor. As he was settling back onto the bed, the previously dormant man interrupted the silence. "Sorry. I didn't.. mean for that to happen so fast."
Pariston laughed. "Oh Ging, I can assure you, you have nothing to apologize for."
There was zero response- not a single moment of reaction.
Pariston laid down on his side, facing him. He held his head up by his arm- elbow digging into the pillow. "...Why did you decide to wait so long?" He asked, studying Ging's motionless state."Im sure you have a number of suitable admirers, who would happily satisfy your... needs.."
Silence followed.
"I mean, Its been nearly three months, hasn't it? I know you're a busy man but-"
"Does it matter?"
Pariston paused. "No, I suppose it doesn't. Im just curious, that's all."
A hushed moment fell between them- a small lull for contemplation.
Ging slowly turned his head to face Pariston. He finally managed to open his eyes, embracing the dark moonlight. "Why do you keep meeting me here?"
Pariston waited for a moment, then looked at him- expressionless. He let several moments pass before interrupting the silence. "You... make me feel something. It's different. I'm not sure how else to put it."
Ging was pleasantly caught off guard by Pariston's honesty, though he wouldn't let it show.
He stared into the blondes eyes. The look on his face was serious- intentional. He took a deep breath, then shifted his gaze to the ceiling. Letting the silence indicate what he couldn't bring himself to say out loud.
Pariston's stare remained still, fixated. "I see."
Ging brought his arm around Paristons head, pulling him close- reuniting the warmth of their bodies and the comfort of each other's touch. Pariston, slightly hesitant, accepted his embrace and slowly rested his head just below Ging's collar.
Aftercare was never something they asked of each other. Ging's invitation was unexpected, to say the least and more daring than anything he'd previously attempted between them.
Pariston was cautious at first, but quickly melted into the mans once dangerous- now comforting, arms. Without realizing, he let a sweet sigh escape from his lips.
They both closed their eyes- letting the quiet, still air guide them into a shared, consoling slumber. The luminescence, still dazzling over their exhausted bodies.