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@Rhi-Rhi Now, as suave and sexy as Yuuki was, there was only so many ways he could dress while also covering every possible inch of his body. A high necked shirt, a few unnecessary belts and buckles. Some gloves and he was set. Well, pants of course. And boots. All a nice tanned colour. Okay, so Yuukis sense of fashion wasn't the best. He was just built like a barn. It worked for some people.
It was always a bit of an adventure, scopin' out new meat. And there it was.
After the conversation with Niaaki about older ladies Yuuki may or may not have been on the prowl, as it were. And there. Over there. Wasn't even that old looking! Well, maybe she wouldn't be right then? Nah. A chat would be good. It was a bit boring just trying to hook up with people. Giving a shrug, Yuuki went and sat beside the lady at the bar and offered her a happy smile when he sat down directly beside her.
Even if she wasn't an old rich widow, there was still a stallion to ride. Yuuki gave a soft snort at his internal joke before he got a drink from the bar tender and nodded towards the woman, "Come here often?"
Oh.
No. That was bad. That was so lame. Where was the suave sexy man that walked in? Save it! Save it, Yuuki! "I mean... Well. I don't. So, I was going to wonder what you would suggest that's good to drink besides the one I just got." Yeah, that was smooth. Ladies couldn't resist mundane conversation about ale.
It had been a long day at the auction block, but it had been a profitable one, too. Gwen had managed to sell off her current stock at prices above and beyond what she'd been expecting (it had been a good haul this time, and the competition for those pretty meatbags had been fierce), and she gave her boys a night off and a small bonus for a job well done.
They'd probably blow it all tonight whoring, but that was to be expected. She didn't hire her men for their brains, just their brawn and loyalty, and they had both in spades. Letting them blow off a little steam helped keep them happy, and happy workers were efficient workers.
She'd taken her own leave to blow off steam in her own way, visiting one of her favorite Ketran taverns with the intent of getting delightfully buzzed--and maybe even dragging someone young, drunk, and impressionable to bed with her. Not even drag. There were a number of young men and women who preferred an older partner that was experienced and knew what they were doing, and she knew she wasn't bad to look at; her skin might be a little softer nowadays, she might have a little more fat over her belly rather than the washboard abs of her youth, but she still firmed up what she could. She managed juuust fine.
It helped that her clothes were also good quality, pointing at money.
It was a slow night, though, so there weren't many people here that she was interested in. Most of them were around her age, and contrary to what her men thought, she wasn't opposed to that. They just weren't her first pick. And she was picky about the people she slept around with.
Downing the rest of her whiskey, she had just asked the barkeep for another when the door swung open and--
Well, hello.
He was young, dark, and muscular, and Gwen leaned on her hand and looked him over unsubtly, head to toe. And then her eyebrows rose when he strode her way, took a seat beside, her and--
Oh, God bless. He was dumb as a brick, too.
Her smile grew Cheshire big as he floundered on, eyes sparkling with amusement, and she barely let him finish before she pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhhh," she said, and turned to the barkeep. "I'll take a whiskey for the young man."
Taking her finger away, she took another sip of whiskey. "I suggest the whiskey. It'll put hair on your chest. Not that you need any." And she reached out to give one pec a squeeze through his clothes, her hand lingering after. "You already look plenty strong."
Oh ho ho.
This lady was lookin' to ride a stallion!
Yuuki went a little cross eyed and blinked a few times before he grinning. Should he have bitten that finger that shushed him? Instead he nervously licked his lips and was actually a little surprised at how bold she was. This was going the wrong way. He was supposed to do all the flirting. He leaned into the hand on chest a little and chuckled when she mentioned whiskey putting hair on his chest.
Complimented his strongness.
Oh man, he so had this in the bag.
There was a small grin and Yuuki accepted the whiskey gratefully, giving it a sip like she did. Of course he tried to keep a straight face and may have failed a little, his eyebrows pulling down to make a frown. That was some good whiskey. He could feel his tongue go numb already. "Wow. That should go into emergency kits." He licked his lips and offered the woman a genuine smile.
"My name is Yuuki." He nodded before offering his hand, "May I ask yours?"
"Gwen," Gwendolyn said as she took his hand in her firm grip and gave it a shake, and she was already judging him: the strength of his hand and the condition of his skin. He was a man that worked with his hands, likely a fighter, if the rest of his physique were anything to go by. A swordsman? The broad shoulders and slender build pointed to that.
Hmm...
"Just Gwen," she continued as she released him and took another sip of whiskey. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yuuki--which is a very unique name, by the way. I've never heard it before. Are you Adelan? Your accent is unusual."
And her smile turned sly. "Sexy."
For a lady she had a strong grip and he could appreciate that. "Gwen is a lovely name." He offered before she made her comment on his own name, trying not to frown when she asked him if he was Adelan. Yuuki smiled and nodded dumbly, taking that moment to finish off the whiskey. He'd never met such a curious lady before. Is he Adelan? They don't ask that. They ask if they can touch his chest or grab his butt.
Unfamiliar territory!
"I'm not Adelan, no." Yuuki smiled and cleared his throat, playing with the whiskey glass between his fingers, "I'm originally from the moraki desert. My mother was Serenenian," he motioned to his eyes, a startling blue against the tanned skin and black hair. His eyebrows went up and he stared at her for a moment before he gently bit his tongue and looked off to the side.
"I have an accent?" He had an accent? Yuuki tried to look down at his mouth, slowly realizing that yes... He did indeed have an accent. "Holy shit, I have an accent. I've never actually noticed that before." Yuuki turned to Gwen looking both surprised and slightly horrified, "But thank you for thinking it's sexy. That's good, right? Everyone likes sexy accents."
On second thought, he wasn't dumb as a brick. A brick was matter painstakingly molded into something useful. No, this Yuuki was dumb as mud.
It was too perfect. Gwen bet that if she really wanted to, she could lure him into her wagon with the promise of candy.
"Mhmm," she said, biting back her amusement as best as she could--and likely failing, for there was laughter even in the hummed response. "Everyone does love sexy accents. I'm actually surprised I don't see more scratch marks on you from all the woman you must have clawing at you. Unless, of course, they left their marks in more...secret places."
As she spoke, she trailed a finger along one of the tattoos on the side of his neck and along his throat.
Being amused was good right? Yuuki watched the woman, finding himself way out of practice with this flirting thing. Man this woman was touchy. Secret places? His eyebrows went up and he opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a sort of grunt. A half word that ending up as just a sort of 'huh'.
This was different. This was all wrong. This woman was coming onto him super strong and he hadn't done anything. Sure he's made himself look like a giant idiot - it came naturally. "I'm ... Just back in town." He looked around, had she done this to anyone else today? Is that why everyone was ignoring them? The Bartender dropped off another whiskey and Yuuki smiled at him and downed it in one go. That nice burn and the heat in his gut soothed his I'm Being Flirted With nerves and he took a breath.
"Haven't had any time to get scratches in secret places." Where even was secret places? The only secret places he could think of was his dick and he sure hoped no one scratched there normally. The way her finger traced his neck, he knew she was trailing a tattoo and he gently took her hand and pressed her finger against his chest, trailing it down the line it followed on his skin, all the way to his thigh. "I have a lot of tattoos." Score. Smooth move, Yuuki.
Gwen's smile was predatory as she squeezed his thigh. It was guys like this that made her feel like a hunter, for though it was obvious he was trying to be as big and tough as he looked...she'd taken him off guard. She could read it in his body language, see it in his expression, feel it in his muscles. She'd thrown him off balance and she aimed to keep him that way.
"Do you now?" she purred, and let her fingers caress further inward until she was lazily tracing around his crotch. "I'd love to see them, and find out where they end."
Yuuki was pulled out of the moment.
His mouth opened and he started to say something and then he gave it some thought. Where did his tattoos end? Did it count as tattoos ending if they just sort of... Looped back and went up? Did the end at his chest or was that the start? He put a hand to his chest, momentarily not noticing how close this woman was from touching the goal before he gave a shiver.
Oh, hey. Hand. Hand sooooooo close to his dick. "Uuhhm..." Yuuki blinked at her, looking down at his crotch, "I don't have any on my dick." He caught her hand and just put it flat on his thigh, deciding that was a safe place for it. "Can you imagine dick tattoos? These ones hurt enough," not to mention the shame of what they meant but this lovely lady didn't need to know that, "I'm... Sorry." Yuuki chuckled and stood up, "I could go for some air." He cleared his throat and offered his hand.
Maybe he could woo her when he was a little taller and manlier and she wasn't almost touching his junk. "Would you care to join me?"
Gwen arched an eyebrow. He needed air? Mm, it was obvious she was making him nervous, but she hoped it was nervous in all the right ways. It must have been, since he invited her to join him, and it was true that a lot of men just weren't prepared for a woman to come onto them. But it just wasn't her style to play coy and demure; she couldn't fake that if she tried.
Maybe he just didn't want to pop a boner in public. She could respect that.
With an amused smile, she took his hand and rose to her feet. "That sounds lovely," she said. All the better to lead him where she wanted. He was a perfect specimen, really, tall with that lovely dark skin, hard muscle, and pretty eyes. He could likely fetch an equally pretty place in Essyrn as a gladiator--or, perhaps, warming some wealthy merchant's bed. She'd decide what angle she wanted to push for after she'd sampled the merchandise.
Still gripping his hand, she lead the way toward the door and gave a subtle nod to one of her men--Jessen--who was drinking in the back. He met her eyes and then glanced knowingly at Yuuki.
He knew what to do from there.
"Did you have anyplace in mind?" Gwen asked as they reached the door, and she waited to see if he'd be a gentleman about this. "Because I know a wonderful, quiet place that's perfect for watching the stars."
Yuuki pushed open the door, giving Gwen a smile when he opened it. Had it really been that stuffy in there? He pressed his fingers to his cheeks to see if he could feel himself blushing. Was that a thing? He wasn't used to being handled and this lady was really throwing him off his game. Did he keep it slow? She didn't seem to interested in the wooing part of this venture. Maybe he should just press her against a wall and go wild?
He licked his lips and casually put an arm over her shoulder, glancing down briefly before giving a nod. "I didn't think of where to go, it was just so stuffy yeah?" Sure, that was good. "But hey, watching the stars is nice so, lead the way Pretty Lady." Oh his game was so long gone. It was too late, his arm was over her shoulder. Too late to run away and call the game over!
Too late, indeed, for while Yuuki laid an arm around her shoulder, Gwen slapped a hand to his ass and gave it a firm squeeze. "Well. One of us will be watching the stars, in any case," she purred as she guided him along. Away from the tavern and through the city streets, toward the quiet, darker slums. All the better to see the stars without any lights drowning them out, of course!
"It all depends on which of us winds up on our back."
Oh wow.
She really wanted it. Yuuki's fast went blank in surprise and he took a moment too long to process that her hand had squeezed his ass. Like, not even a gentle brush or a subtle accidentally squeeze 'cause she was pulling down his shirt, it was just a full on meaty ass grab. "uuuh...." Was his reply and he just gave a goofy smile and looked away after a moment. "Hey, I'm easy," He started, offering her an elbow after he removed his arm from her shoulder.
The proper way to guide a lady.
A lady who liked giving out meaty ass grabs, holy crap. Yuuki licked his lips and offered her a wink, "I like being on my back, gives some good perspective." He gave a bold look to her breasts before there was some sly eye contact. The boobs got a longer look than her eyes did.
"That's wonderful," Gwen said with a sly grin. "I do love a good ride, and you look like you would enjoy a good show."
And she leaned in close at that and gave his ear a light nip. "Just you relax and let me do all the work. I'll take care of you good."
It wasn't much longer at all before they reached the darker slums, the streets nearly pitch black since few of the poor could afford the wax to keep lights lit. Here and there little fires burned from collected trash, and seedy and forlorn faces turned toward them in the dark, but Gwen ignored them and just kept walking, walking until she drew Yuuki down an empty alley. "We're almost there," she said. "There are few lights here, so the stars shine brighter. But first..."
And abruptly, she shoved him against a wall and pressed up against him, hands on the wall on either side of his head. "A little appetizer," she said, and went in for a rough kiss.
This woman.
Yuuki was about to blush with how forward this woman was. The slums he was taken through didn't alarm him, having had to live in a few of them once upon a time. Though it got a curious glance from him, he followed Gwen like a puppy and gave a shocked gasp when she tossed him against a damn wall!
"Nice appetizer," Yuuki said huskily, going in for a second one, a little nibble on the remaining dish as it were.
He so had this in the bag. This woman couldn't even keep her hands off of him. Pretty soon he'd introduce Niaaki as his wayward son or something and they'd be living like kinds with this lovely lady. And Yuuki could be getting laid so much. A dream come true, really.
Yuuki's hands went down Gwen's back, his fingers trailing lightly before he grabbed every bit of her ass he could fit in his hands, pulling her up against him. "You have odd ideas of romantic," He gave her a moment smooch, giving her lower lip a nibble, "but hey, I'm content doing it in a dirty alley, nothing ventured nothing gained!" The gain was getting laid.
"Oh, honey," Gwen purred, rolling her hips against his when he grabbed her ass and grinding teasingly against his crotch. "It's adorable you think I was trying to be romantic. I really just want to fuck you, dear."
She tangled a hand in his hair, fingers curled close to his scalp, and roughly pulled him in for another hard kiss before she released him so she could catch his wrists. She slid his arms up along the wall until they were pinned above his head, shifting only a little so she could transfer his wrists to one hand, and she kept him trapped like that as she nibbled and sucked on his bottom lip and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
He was eager, and that was wonderful, and she wished she could have more of him--all of him. Perhaps she would, later, but for now...
Click.
One manacle snapped around his wrist, and the other quickly followed, and Gwen smiled against Yuuki's lips. "I hope you like master-slave play."
Yuuki could appreciate a dominant woman. He was certainly appreciating her right now! He kissed her back like he felt he should and he let her guide his arms up -which was super weird or him - and it wasn't until he heard a click that his eyes snapped open and he looked at her. Instantly he was cold and he frowned at her. He moved his arms down around her, trapping Gwen between his chest and the cuffs. "I'm done, take them off or I'm not letting go."
Gwen sighed, a sigh full of regret as she looked at Yuuki. "Oh dear. I really didn't want to do this, but..."
And she brought her knee up sharply and suddenly to get him right in the groin.
It was always a smack upside the head - or a knee in the balls - when stuff went from pretty good to a literal knee in the balls. Yuuki curled into himself, sliding down Gwen and felt sick and in pain. Angry. Pained noises left his mouth when he tried to call her names and he wanted to get away or curl up on his side, but she was still between his arms. Fuck. Oh fuck. Was something bad happening? Yuuki's face was red and he squeezed his eyes shut and was he sweating? By now his face was pressed against Gwen's thigh and involuntarily he was clinging to her legs while gasping in pain on the ground.
With a disdainful sneer down at him, Gwen shook her legs free and stepped over his clinging arms. "Pitiful," she said, and with a swift movement, she planed her boot on his back and shoved him belly down on the ground, and kept him pinned there while she glanced around. "Thought you'd put up more fight, beefcake like you. Perhaps Essyrn is the wrong choice for you...though there are many who just want a pretty man."
Jessen and Karo should be arriving any moment now.
Yuuki gasped out at being shoved. Everything hurt. Dread washed over him and if his lower area wasn't hurting so bad he'd probably be able to function better. "You hit me in the balls you rotten bitch!" He snarled at her before giving a hiccough of pain. Though, the dread helped the adrenaline pump and before long he reached however well he could, grabbed the foot that wasn't on his back and yanked with all his might. At the very least this bitch was going to land on her ass.
That was embarrassing.
With an undignified yelp, Gwen's feet shot out from under her and she landed hard on her ass, which sent a shock of pain straight up through her tail bone. Swearing up a storm, obscenities directed at Yuuki, she pressed a hand to her lower back and could really do nothing but wait until the pain passed. That was going to smart for a few days.
"You're lucky I didn't twist them off!" she snarled. "Maybe I still will. You don't need them to--"
"Everything alright, boss?"
It was Jessen, trailed by Karo, her two most faithful henchmen. With a growl, not wanting to be seen in this state by her workers, even if they were old friends now, Gwen rolled to her side first before she climbed gingerly to her feet, still clutching her sore back.
"It's fine. Just grab the idiot and let's go. He's got a mouth on him, so gag him, too."
Yuuki grinned widely but it quickly melted away at the pain in his guts. Fuck. Her legs were on him and it wasn't until she rolled over and got up that he was down on his knees, hands in cuffs in front of him. There was nothing wrong with his legs and quickly he pushed away the pain -or tried to - and got up.
Just in time for Gwen's goons to get here.
Oh no.
Yuuki stared between them and paled a little.
Master-Slave play.
The light went on too late and Yuuki just stared in horror. Oh gods above.
In a quick movement he was up on his feet and his hands were fists and he barreled forward to the first one he saw which quickly turned into him being tripped by the second one he wasn looking at. Someone kneeling on his back and he felt someone stuff his mouth full of cloth and quickly another cloth was tied tightly around his head, wincing slightly when it pulled on his hair. Shoulda cut it.
Shoulda done lots of things. Like not make out with a strange lady.
Yuuki breathed heavily through his nose, one of them - Yuuki didn't know which - finally removed himself from his back and yanked him to stand up. Arms still in front of himself Yuuki stayed as calm as he could despite the little jolts of pain and now cuffed and gagged he just glared down at Gwen. Either man had an arm and they held him tightly.
Yuuki just needed a moment to catch his breath.
It was rather satisfying watching the idiot finally get it. The slow light of realization went off in his eyes, and Gwen smiled. It was a look she was familiar, that look so many slaves shared when they realized they were now a slave.
"Much better," she remarked, and reached out to pinch Yuuki's cheek, just above his gag. "He looks so much more attractive when he's not speaking, doesn't he?"
Jesson snorted and adjusted his grip on Yuuki for good measure. "Maybe you should take his tongue."
"Maybe, but we sell whole goods, remember? I'll leave that to his master. Besides..." And she leered over at him. "Tongues are good for other things. Come now. Let's load him up."
And they were soon on their way, hauling him along until they'd reached her twisted, barred wagon, stationed near the tavern they'd first met at. Gwen waved Jesson and Karo. "Get him situated, now. I'm going back inside. I never did finish my whiskey."
And it was while Gwen was stepping inside, and Jesson and Karo were hauling Yuuki into the wagon like a sack of grain, that a tall, dark-skinned man stepped outside of the tavern--and stared.
Yuuki felt like he was going to puke.
The gag didn't help and he had to steady his breathing and calm down and all he could do was wince away when the woman pinched his cheek. This wasn't a woman. This was some sort of demon. The insult didn't help. Deep calm breaths.
Nope.
Nooooope. So much nope.
His tongue was not good for other things, thank you Evil Lady!
Yuuki resisted the best he could, dragging his feet but one good punch to the gut had the wind knocked out of him and before he realized it he was half way into a wagon a little dazed, aching all over and he stared for a moment at the some what familiar looking person in the door way to the tavern.
That wasn't a slaver guy was it?
In a frantic movement he kicked his legs and made as much noise as he could. Kicking at whatever was in his way, probably bruising his shins in the process but he didn't care! That guy was huge! He'd help him, right? Please? ... Please?
"Quit your squirmin'!" Jesson snarled, and gave Yuuki a light cuff to the ear while Karo grabbed his kicking legs. With Jesson gripping his arms and Karo handling his legs, they were just about to toss Yuuki into the wagon when--
"Fuck!"
Karo dropped Yuuki's legs suddenly, leaving Jesson to deal with Yuuki's full weight. He grabbed the man under the arms and snapped a look at Karo, about to cuss him out--until he saw the reason for his flounder.
Namely, the knife under his chin.
The man that held Karo was taller than him, and broader, and he glared death at Jesson with golden eyes.
"Let 'im go," Sita growled, and jerked his head at Yuuki. "Now. Or I give this one a second mouth." And by the way his jaw was set and his stare was unwavering, it was pretty damned clear he meant it. Karo gasped as he pressed the blade in tighter, just shy of cutting him.
"Fuck, Jesson, just do it, man!"
Jesson looked down at Yuuki, then at Karo, as though debating which one Gwen would be most upset about losing. Finally, with a grimace, he let go of Yuuki completely--leaving him to either stand on his own or fall.
"That's a good boy," Sita said, and then smiled and nodded at the wagon. "Now go on. Get inside."
"What?"
"Ya heard me, lad. Get the fuck inside that wagon or your friend becomes a fountain."
Jesson's eyes narrowed and he looked about to retort, but another look at Karo--and the thin trickle of blood running down to his collar bone--made him snarl out a curse instead. He pointed a finger at Sita. "You? Are fuckin' dead," he said, and turned to climb up into the wagon. "I'll remember you."
"Atta boy." Once he was inside, Sita shoved Karo forward and walked him to the wagon, and it was only when they were right before it that he draw the knife away and shoved him inside. Karo yelled and swung around and Jesson made a lunge for the door, but Sita was quicker and slammed it shut, the telltale click signaling they might be in there for a while. But already they were hollering up a storm, yelling for their Gwen, so there was no time to waste in case there were others.
Sita spun around on Yuuki. "Can ya walk?"
Walking?
Yuuki winced. In his efforts to foil their plans of getting him into the wagon he'd gone dead weight, which meant that when one of the lackey's had dropped him completely, instead of catching himself on his feet, he just went down to his knees. The tell-tale sting let him know that they were indeed bleeding. Upside. He wasn't being held anymore.
It took a mild amount of effort and his hands were still cuffed and he still had a gag in his mouth
A nod and eventually he was up on shaky knees, feeling a little sick from getting kneed in the nuts. Still, Yuuki looked at the man that helped him and his eyes went wide. No fucking way.
No way.
Oh god.
It was the Horse Guy.
It was the Horse Guy and Yuuki really didn't want to be a slave and have his tongue put to other uses. A nod and he straightened his shoulders and looked around, he could take care of the gag and the handcuffs later. Curl up into a ball and press ice to his junk.
First things first.
Another look towards Horse Guy and he tried to smile, forgetting about the gag before nodding his head, indicating that he was indeed ready to go. Right now. Actually, he was ready to go fifteen minutes ago.
"...I'm gonna take that as a no, actually. Ya look like shit," Sita said after taking a better look at Yuuki, and he was quick to kneel beside him and yank the gag from his mouth. He checked his shackles and cursed, because he had no key to undo them, obviously--but he couldn't help it that he was utterly unprepared! He hadn't expected to walk out of a bar and into a kidnapping! Which, of course, meant he also wasn't stone cold sober by any means!
He'd been doing what people do in bars. Drink. This could have gone a lot more smoothly but hey, it could have gone worse, too.
There was no time to search those brutes for keys, though, not with the way they were yelling.
"We'll deal with these later. Up ya go!" And he grabbed Yuuki under his armpits and lifted him up onto his feet, then slipped a hand around his waist to help him along. "Quick as ya can. Don't worry, kid, I ain't lettin' those fuckers get ya. We'll just getcha up on Gesha here--" The mare, hitched up just outside the tavern, lifted her head when she saw Sita approach, ears perked. Sita guided Yuuki alongside her.
"It's gonna be awkward, but I gotcha. I won't letcha fall. Just get a foot in the stirrup and I'll getcha up. Go on now," Sita urged.
With the gag gone, Yuuki let out a steady breath and gave that smile he'd meant to before a gruff noise that may have been a 'thanks' but for the most part remained on his knees. Just a few minutes to get his bearings and hope that terrible gut clenching pain went away. Horse Guy had other ideas though.
Never before in his life had Yuuki been manhandled so... Expertly before.
Needless to say this guy was stronger than he looked and with a wide eyed stare he was up and on his feet and ready to go. A wave of nausea surged through him and he was pretty sure he went green before Yuuki pressed his hands to his face, both because one wasn't about to go somewhere else without the other!
"Kid?" Yuuki finally graveled out. The strange tingling feeling from the arm at his waist unnerved him and it took a small amount of will power not to push Horse Guy away to make it stop. Still, he didn't argue and indeed, the only place he wanted to be right now was away from here.
Desperate to get away, Yuuki wasn't thinking of his poor abused balls when he was brought to the horse and indeed without complaint he was up and on the back of this Gesha Lady with a soft startled gasp of pain. His back shot up and he just wanted to fall off the horse and curl up. "The bitch kneed me in the nuts," Yuuki groaned out, curling forward and holding his hands close to his waist, a cold sweat on his forehead.
A blue eyed look down at Sita and he looked around quickly before giving (what he thought) was a devilish smile, "Thanks."
...Oooh. He'd taken it to the balls? Then riding Gesha was definitely going to be an unpleasant experience for him. Sita winced in sympathy as he looked up at Yuuki, surprised he could find it in himself to grin with smarting nuts, and then climbed up in front of the kid and took the reins.
"Sorry in advance for this, then," he said, giving him a quick look from over his shoulder. "Hold onto me, alright? I'll try and make this a short ride."
Even if it was going to be a hard ride.
Because that was when someone, an older woman, burst from the tavern with murder in her eyes, eyes which landed square on Yuuki, and Sita wasted no time in flicking his reins and letting out a "Ha!" that sent Gesha galloping.
And, unfortunately, Gesha was no show pony. The ride was not smooth; it was bouncy.
Oh god.
The galloping was all sorts of awful and Yuuki tucked his head against Sita's back and wrapped his arms around his middle. Sure it was a little close and sure this Sita guy was another man, but only a man could understand ball pain so... He wouldn't mind if he was a little clingy, right? Right.
"You gonna make me new balls if they burst on your horse?" He whimpered against the other mans neck.
The guy was a little clingy, but Sita didn't mind it. He was likely in agony, so he was free to squeeze the life out of him if it would make him feel better. Right now, though, he would just have to bear it as he prioritized his safety over his comfort.
Bruised balls were better than slavery.
He'd heard they even...gelded...some slaves.
A small shudder went through Sita at the thought, and he clenched his jaw. Fucking Adelan savages, owning people like livestock...
"Well, I ain't no mage, but I could help ya find a new job as a singer?" Sita offered as they turned a corner and then came to a sudden stop. The building looming just ahead of them wasn't the nicest, newest establishment; it looked like it had seen better days, with its peeling wood and cracked door. But the brothel was decent on the inside--clean enough--even though it was no Randy Peach.
He swung down from his horse and offered Yuuki a hand down. "C'mon. We'll lay low here for a bit," he said, deciding not to mention, exactly, what kind of establishment it was. He didn't want to hear the protests, if there would be any. It might not be the classiest hideout, but Sita knew the people and knew they'd hide them, should trouble come knocking.
Yuuki felt like he was gonna puke. A low moan and an awful tightness in his abdomen. The offer to help him find work as a singer got a pained chuckle out of him but Yuki remained silent and focused on not throwing up.
Then the guy was off the horse and helping him down. To which Yuuki was great full but also didn't really want to. Another grunt and he slid from the horse landing hard on his feet before giving a weary look at the door. It would be just his luck to jump into another kidnapping event. Wouldn't be surprised if he acquired another hot make out session .
"They have anything cold here for my poor abused balls?"
"...Weeeeell."
Amusement flicked in Sita's eyes, and once he was sure Yuuki could stand on his own, he turned to hitch Gesha up to a post just outside, next to several other horses. He'd request her stabled for the night once they got inside, but it would do for now.
"I'm sure they do." Considering the sort of place this was, he imagined they would know how to care for abused genitalia. Some people were into really weird shit.
He placed a gentle hand on Yuuki's back to guide him, ready to support him if he needed the help.
"Now listen, don't freak out or anythin' when we get in there," he said, walking them up the steps. "This place ain't the classiest, but I know the people, and they'll cover for us."
He opened the door, and the sweet smell of opium and incense, mixed with the sour, bitter smells of sweat and smoke, wafted out the door, right before they were greeted by a buxom older woman with a tiny waist, wearing a bodice designed less to keep everything supported, and more to plump her up and spill her out. She held a pipe between her fingers, smoke curling around her head, her hair teased and big and face painted.
She lifted an eyebrow at the two of them, and then smiled a cat's smile. "Well, hello," she purred, eyes darting to Yuuki. "And who might this be?"
"Uuuh..." Yuuki looked from Sita to the woman, gave her assists and appreciative look. "Yuuki?" His name came out a question but he shook his head, " I mean... Yuuki. My name is Yuuki."
And brief glance to Sita and he chewed on his lip. "Uuuh, I'm with him. We just need a place to..." Yuuki squinted, he wasn't stupid. Sort of. "Uh... be. For a little while."
"Well, Yuuki?" The woman smiled at her own joke. "You've come to the right place. Come in, darling."
And she stepped aside to let them in, while Sita nodded at her in greeting and passed her a couple coins. "Thanks, Vixen. We'll only be here 'til mornin'."
A low, knowing chuckle from the woman. "Of course you will."
Sita shot her a look, an "it's not like THAT" sort of look, but she just shrugged and twirled to head back inside, skirts swishing. The smoke was thicker inside, and patrons could be seen lounging in the common room with drinks and women in varying stages of undress. "Indulge yourselves, gentlemen," Vixen said as she walked. "Your desires are mine."
"Oh, actually, Vixen..." Sita passed a look at Yuuki. "Does Frost still work here?"
Vixen cocked her head curiously. "Women, now? This is new."
Sita's face colored, and he cleared his throat. "My...friend here...could use her, uh, particular skills."
"I'll see what I can do." And then Vixen was off, swishing her way to a flight of rickety old stairs.
Sita rubbed his forehead and looked at Yuuki. "It's not what it looks like," he said. "She's an ice mage, see. And ya wanted somethin' cold so..."
Yuuki's eyebrows shot up and he felt heat colour his cheeks. At the sight of the mostly naked ladies he cast his eyes down at the floor and cleared his throat. At the surprise in the womans voice for Horse Guy asking after a lady Yuuki cast him a curious glance.
Then went even more red at the mention of an ice mage. For his balls.
"Oh..." he said in a husky voice, glancing away.
"I... this is a brothel?" Another moment to breathe, "they seem friendly. Do you come here often?" And Yuuki cast a lingering look to Sitas groin before blushing, "sorry."
OH WOW THAT CAME OUT WRONG.
Sita saw the look in Yuuki's eyes, the way his voice got a little stuttery and went all red, and he threw his hands in the air. Shit. "Uh, yeah, it's a brothel but--hey, look, I don't mean to set ya up with Frost in a bedroom sense. I mean, unless ya want that. By all means, have at it. I just mean she can make ya some ice or...somethin'..."
He scrubbed a hand through his hair, turning a little red himself. "Anyway, uh, ya could say I'm pretty familiar with these people." He nodded, clearing his throat. "They're real nice." In many ways.
A wrinkle of his nose.
"I dont really have the... spare money to spend on a... lady of the night." A smirk to Sita, "but hey, i owe you for saving my ass." He ran a hand over his cheek, tracing the tattoos.
His junk didnt ache as bad anymore and he stared at Sita for a few moments, "do you remember me?"
Sita snorted. "'Course I remember ya, mister 'need a hand'," he said with a wide grin. "Never met someone so awkward 'round horses in my life, either. Yuuki, right?"
He nodded toward an empty table and took a seat, motioning Yuuki over. "So tell me, what the hell'd ya do to wind up in a slaver's wagon?"
Mister need a hand. Yuuki cleared his throat and looked at a very interesting spec on the ground. Another glance to the Horse Guy and he flushed again at the grin. What a grin. A wrinkle of his nose and he nodded his head to the question. Yuuki indeed.
"Made out with a woman." He shrugged and gingerly sat down. At least he didnt feel like he was gonna puke anymore. "I dont really really remember anything after that?" A relieved glace to Sita and he reached forward and grabbed the other mans shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze.
"Thank you, by the way, for the help. I owe you big time. No doubt Niaaki would have flooded ketra with tears if i just disappeared." The last part was mostly to himself, realizing he still had his hand on Sita's shoulder he removed it and placed it on the table.
Guy was sure blushy. But it must be the atmosphere, especially since he seemed so squirmy about this being a brothel. And considering the ladies walking around in various states of undress and sitting in the laps of other patrons, he could understand why.
Making out with a woman, though? Sita barely contained a snort. For someone who got all blushy over the littlest things, he'd been making out with some random woman and been having such a wild time his memory was shot?
He couldn't hold in his smirk. "Must've been a damned good kisser," he said, and was about to make another quip when Yuuki squeezed his shoulder.
He blinked up at Yuuki, realized he was holding his eyes for a little too long while Yuuki gripped his shoulder just a wee bit too long to be casual, and cleared his throat and looked back to the table. Yeah, now was not the time to be noticing how much Yuuki had grown in the years since they'd met and the guy had served as his awkward stable hand. He shifted in his seat.
"Ain't no problem, and ya don't owe me nothin', kid." Though Yuuki was hardly a kid now. Not that he'd been a kid then, either. "I was in the right place at just the right time, so luck's got just as much to do with it as me." But then he smiled and couldn't help but give Yuuki a quick, playful hair ruffle.
"Though if ya really wanna pay me back, I've got plenty of horse shit to shovel."
Yuuki shrugged.
"Any kiss is a good kiss if you haven't gotten any in..." He paused, trying to think, "A while." Years. He squinted at a wall, staring off into the distance while he mentally calculated the last time he did the side ways tango. it wasn't a vital part of his existence and he was sure if his guts didn't ache from the nut-shot he'd be considering one of the whores.
Perhaps one who didn't have her breasts out.
Blue eyes slowly drifted towards Sita and he turned just in time to get his hair played with.
"Sure," Yuuki smiled before rolling his shoulders, "Don't accept kisses do you?" He gave a laugh, another sly look. "Those are a lot easier than shoveling shit."
It was a good thing Sita had a bloody great poker face when he needed it. Although sometimes, a really good poker face was as good a giveaway as having none at all, when you were too good at it in the wrong situation.
Nope, nope, nope! He knew Yuuki had to be joking, and he didn't want to betray that now, of course, he was thinking about kissing the guy. Wasn't like he was opposed to it! Not in the least! On the contrary, Yuuki was painfully his type: younger, cute, good body, and the "needs to be taken care of" type. Goddammit, he couldn't help it if he was a provider. Probably came from raising and caring for too many animals or something. That or he just plain had a soft spot for people in need.
His eyes dipped down to Yuuki's lips, and he caught himself, quickly looking back up and lifting his eyebrows. Nooope. How skeevy would it be, dragging him here to hide and then...yeah. Too much like taking advantage of him. Besides, the only people really in the know about that were whores.
He propped his chin up on a fist. "Well now, I'm not sure whether to be flattered or hurt that you'd rather kiss me than shovel horseshit," Sita said with a wink.
[LOOOOL just noticed the title change! I WAS SO CONFUSED AND THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY and then I was like, oooooh, clever!]
Had Yuuki put his foot in his mouth again?
"Uuuh... I'm not sure either. Gods know I'm not a catch." Again he chewed on his lip, frowning down at the table before he leaned forward, a finger trailing one of the tattoos on his cheeks. He couldnt feel it but he knew exactly where they were.
So.
"Those dots. Under your eyes. They just decoration or do they mean something?" Potentially a loaded topic. Potentially and interesting one. Yuuki rolled his shoulders and cleared his throat, "want a drink?"
"Heh, ya buyin'?" Sita asked with a wide grin, looking Yuuki over. "Ya even got money on ya after bein' taken in by slavers, kid?"
With a shake of his head, he reached down to his coin purse and set a couple coins on the table. He waved a woman over. "I'll get the drinks," he said, passing her the coins and ordering them both some strong ale. Then he looked back to Yuuki and lightly rubbed beneath an eye.
"Anyhow, these things? Naw. They're just decoration," he lied. "Thought they made me look tough or some horseshit. The better one's on my back. What about you? Yours got some sorta meanin' to 'em?"
A squint and a little frown, he had the coin. It was in his shirt but he had it. Still, apparently Horse Guy Sita was insistent because ale was on the way. Curiously he watched Sita touch the tattoos and he gave another little squint.
"Mine?" Yuuki rollee up his sleeve to look at the tattoos on his wrist, giving a smirk to Sita, "Sure they do. Nasty meaning. Maybe if you get me drunk enough ill tell you." Still, he lifted his top how to look down at the flesh on his chest.
He supposed that, despite the meaning - and how ashamed of them he was - at least they were interesting to look at. "At least none of its on my dick," he winced at the idea and looked up quickly when he realized he'd said it outloud, "uh... just everywhere else."
"Any man gets a tattoo on his dick..." Sita winced and snapped off a mock salute. "I commend 'em for it. They've got bigger balls than I ever did. Or they're a masochist."
The ale arrived, and Sita nudged Yuuki's over to him. "Well, drink up, friend! I wanna hear your story, now that you've done such a good job buildin' the intrigue. Here I thought ya was just a simple kid, now I learn ya got some sorta dark past, eh?" And he took a deep swig of his own ale.
Yuuki smirked and looked down at the table, trying not to imagine balls.
It was a little difficult.
A look down at the ale and he grasped it carefully and took a deep swig, frowning down again. "I am a simple kid... Man. Man." A frown and he gave Sita a look and stuck out his tongue for a moment at him. Definitely a man.
"It's... Not that interesting," He traced the tattoos on his cheeks, "Bad stuff. Real bad stuff." A little frown, "Need more ale before I start spilling all my secrets." He knocked back his drink and winced when he swallowed an airbubble, causing a few mouthfuls to hurt all the way down. "Ow."
He pushed the empty cup towards Sita, grinned at him, and plopped his head on his hand, "You get one secret. Ask your question, sir."
"How about we trade secrets for secrets, eh? That'll make it a little more fair," Sita said as he finished off his own drink, trying to hide his amusement. Man, indeed.
Leaning his elbows on the table, he peered up at Yuuki. "Where ya from? Ya look like ya could almost be horse people, but the tattoos are all wrong. And we both know you're shit with horses," he added with a teasing smirk.
Yuuki frowned for a moment.
Horse people?
"Horse people? Like... Hor-- Oooh... Oh. No. I get it." He looked down at his hand, to realize it was gloved and then he removed it and put his hand on the table. It, also, was tattooed, the back of his hand had a intricate circle and lines and two climbed up his middle and ring finger right to the nail. Oddly enough, out of all his tattoos, he remembered receiving the ones on his fingers the clearest.
Probably because those were last and the rest of his body had been a burning mess already anyway.
"The desert. I'm from a tribe in the desert," He tried to smile, "My mother was Serenian," A brief look up to display his clear blue eyes - a gift from said mother, "I look like my father, cept for the eyes. I'd have blue hair if I looked like mom," Yuuki wrinkled his nose at the idea and then paused.
"Are you..." He flicked his eyes down, trying to figure out where Sita's groin would be behind the table, "Horse people?" An exaggerated wriggle of his eyebrows and a silly grin. Aaah, dick jokes.
Sita barked a laugh at that. For all that most jokes flew right over his head, as jokes were cultural and many Adelan nuances escaped him, dick jokes, it seemed, were pretty universal. And dick jokes abounded when you worked around livestock. Nope, this was one joke Sita did get without explanation, though Yuuki's eyebrow wiggle certainly helped.
"Ya askin' if I'm Duhjari, or if I've got a big dick?" he said with a wide grin, leaning forward a little more. "'Cause one of those answers is 'no', and the other is 'wanna find out'?" he added with a saucy wink. "Though I think that counts as two answers. Which means I get to ask ya two questions, eh? That how it works?"
The fuck was Duhja---oooh. Right. The reason Adelan's kinda looked more essryni than he did. Sort of. Complexion wise. A long look at Sita, smiling at his smile, leaning forward when he leaned forward and Yuuki looked at him expectantly. The 'wanna find out' almost had him reel away. Wasn't this what got him here in the first place? Wanting to find out?
Yuuki stared, long and hard at Sita, calculated the risks and then he just ... Sort of gave a dumb nod. Sort of. Was the no to his giant penis or being a Duhjari? Yuuki didn't have the guts to ask. Didn't have the knowledge to question the whole Very Adelan Looking Guy with Tribal Tattoos not being a Duhjari. Who was he to judge a book by it's cover?
A quick glance at his own hands, tattoo'd to the finger tips and he curled them under his palms.
"But you asked yourself two questions," Yuuki pouted, then shrugged, "Fine. Ask two questions. Now I know I get to find out about your 'horse people'." Another wiggly eyebrows and he leaned in, waiting for the questions. Waiting for them to dredge up bad memories - very few of them were nice and all the nice ones involved a pale fae-boy who he had more or less adopted as his little brother.
"Yeah, but askin' myself questions don't count here," Sita said. "I ain't that interestin' to me, 'cause I already got all the answers."
Sita paused to catch a passing barmaid and order another round for them. Then he turned back to Yuuki, fingers steepled together in thought.
"So, Yuuki, you're from the desert. That's pretty far from home, ain't it? How'd ya wind up in a place like this, and how did--"
He paused and made a face.
"Shit. That counts as two questions, don't it?"
Did it?
Yuuki mentally ticked off the times the inflection changed and he nodded again. "Well," he'd never been the most brilliant of men, "I can teleport so no where is really that far depending on hoe sick I want to be." He tilted his head, "ended up here 'cause my brother... Maybe it was me?" He frowned, "finally wanted a home." Yuuki smiled.
"I'm a merc, big, tough looking, sometimes i have a scary sword, the tattoos help the whole looking scary thing." Right, his turn for a question. Though his attention was stolen by the lady handing them drinks - which he gladly accepted and took a gulp from.
"Do you think she'd sleep with me?" He eyed Sita, his horse parts, and then the barmaid.
A small smirk played on Sita's lips. Well, shit, he didn't even hardly have to ask him any questions. Yuuki was just going head and volunteering way more than he'd asked! Like that he was a mercenary, for example, though perhaps that went hand in hand with the whole traveling shtick. But.,..a mercenary? Him? The awkward kid taking "give me a hand" literally? Sita wrinkled his brow, trying to imagine awkward-as-hell-Yuuki going around beating up thugs or hunting criminals and doing the even dirtier jobs mercenaries were often known for.
Yuuki? Mercenary?
No. Way. Maybe he...just...didn't know what the word "mercenary" meant...?
That seemed far more likely.
How was it that the guy made Sita have more questions with each answer he gave? He was a mercenary, and now he could...teleport? What? He wanted to ask for clarification, but bit his tongue. Nope. Had to wait his turn, according to the rules he had invented. Sigh...
Aaaand there went Yuuki asking the important questions!
...Why was he eying his crotch when he was asking about the lady?
Sita stared at Yuuki a moment longer, and then said flatly, "Me or the barmaid?"
Me or the barmaid
A slow blink and Yuuki frowned ever so gently before he took a swig of his drink. On one hand... Boobies. Yuuki eyed the girl for a few long moments, eyes hooded from drink. They were some nice boobies. On the other hand...
Sita. The weird horse guy that made him curious about things. Super important things. Things he could probably just ask Niaaki about because he knew his little brother was into men folk. Well, he hadnt caught him - yet - and Niaaki didnt exactly broadcast his conquests, but he knew.
Wait.
Yuuki stared blankly for a moment trying to remember what it was he knew and why it wad important. "You," he said honestly, "you make me all curious and shit. I mean, sure, tits are nice but... " Yuuki shrugged.
Then frowned.
"Wait. Shit. That was a secret. Y'know, one of those things you think of but never actually plan on doing?" He said bluntly, finishing his drink and really hoping his face wasnt red with embarassment. "I like tits," he added bluntly. "At least I'm pretty sure I like tits," he put his cup down and frowned at it like it had just asked him some sort of question in another language. "I havent gotten laid in years. I dont remember if I like tits," he gave Sita a disgruntled look, frowning down at the table, his head in his hands.
Ohhhhhh.
So that's what this was, was it? The guy was curious and looking for an experiment. Well, Sita was certainly no stranger to that. He had quite happily allowed himself to be the subject of other such "experiments", done by men who totally loved women, really they did, even as they sought him out for seconds and thirds and turned to jelly when he was balls deep inside them. But he completely understood, and understood their denial. It wasn't safe to admit you liked a man when you were a man, but it was more forgivable when you were just drunk and curious and it was just sex.
Still, though, one had to be careful. His old life had been ripped from him for being too honest to himself, and for getting too close. He'd been careful in Adela, keeping emotional distance, making sure it was just sex, and being clandestine in his encounters. So it was a little shocking when Yuuki just blurted it right on out, and he took a quick glance around them to make sure no one had overheard.
No one was paying attention, though. No one cared about the conversation of two random men. So Sita let out a slow breath and looked back at Yuuki, blinking in surprise even as Yuuki wilted in embarrassment.
"Well, uh...I can't say I ain't honored that I'm the one that's makin' ya turn," he teased, voice lowered. "I also can't lie and say ya ain't totally my type."
He cleared his throat awkwardly. These were the sorts of conversations he usually had with folks he paid or met up with at random. Not with someone he already knew, even if only a little. Why did that make it more...difficult? He liked Yuuki, strange guy that he was, and tonight certainly wasn't the first time he'd found himself eying him. He was young, built, and handsome as fuck, and he would love to trace his fingers over those tattoos and find out where they lead.
"But--" He winced. Always a but. "Ya...uh...you're drunk, kid," he said, reaching across the table and giving his hair a light ruffle.
Yuuki's head snapped up after the ruffle and he stared for a long moment. "Kid?" He sputterd, looking around like he'd just been beyond offended, "I am... d... Kid?" He did look offended now, cheeks puffed out and his bright blue eyes narrowed on Sita. How rude!
Kid.
Yuuki hadn't been a kid in years! Niaaki was the kid, damnit, and even still! He wasn't even really a kid either! Kid. Yuuki, to prove that he was indeed not a kid, stuck his tongue out at Sita. Thats what he thought of that! Kid. Pah.
"Wait, what?" Sita wasnt grossed out? Yuuki was his type? He wasnt really sure what that meant but he could only assume it was in his favour. "Do you have any idea how much my balls hurt at the idea of fucking?" He grumbled in a hushed voice because the waitress might hear.
Yuukk gave his hand a dismissive wave, "I wasn't lookin' to get laid today," Yuuki licked the rim of his glass - because why not, seemed like a good idea - and then put it down to frown at it. Another glance up to Sita, "Kid, I am.. uh... old enough to not be kid, I'll have you know. Wait. You'd be all for it if my insides weren't made of booze?"
Yuuki perked up a little, smirking even, "really? Is it the tattoos? Usually people wanna see if I have them around my dick, close to it, but they aren't on my dick. Y'know, if you were curious."
Sita barked a laugh at his offense. Struck a nerve, had he? Yes, yes, he was totally an adult, puffing out his cheeks and sticking out his tongue and pouting. Very manly. Much mature. So adult.
Wow.
It was even harder to contain his laughter as Yuuki couldn't seem to decide what he wanted to focus on most--the sex part or the kid part--and it was amusing as hell watching him bounce back and forth between offense and interest. Oh, booze. Such a magical drink. He wondered how much of this conversation Yuuki would remember later.
"Anyone younger than me's a kid, way I see it, kid," Sita said with a shit-eating grin as he took a swig of his new, neglected drink. He arched a brow as Yuuki licked the rim of his glass, his words trailing off at the sight, and when he realized he was staring he snapped his eyes away. Now that Yuuki had brought the goddamned subject up in the first place, he couldn't help but imagine it, and it sure as hell didn't help that booze made him horny. Especially when they were inside a bloody brothel, and one he frequented fairly regularly. He hadn't planned on blowing money tonight, but he just might have to see who was working.
A few of the guys here catered to such things, and kept it discreet.
He scratched the back of his neck. "Anyway, this, uh...we shouldn't really be talkin' 'bout this stuff out in the open," he said quietly. "To answer your question, though..." Well, the subject had already been breached, might as well go balls out. At the very least, Yuuki was drunk, right? He'd have plausible deniability later if he needed it!
"...Yeah. Sure. If ya was in a place where I knew ya was thinkin' proper, I'd be happy to have ya in my bed." He cleared his throat and took another quick swallow of ale. "Tats are only part of it."
Well that was flattering.
Yuuki almost touched his chest and visually looked flattered. Then he frowned and looked around. "Wait... Talking about fucking is bad in a place where you can pay for fucking?" What has the world come to? He pushed a hand through his hair, frowning at the tangles and deciding he probably needed a haircut.
A sly push away of his empty mug and he leaned heavily on his hand. "Thank you," he said softly, "I dont think I'd have made a good slave." For sexytimes or otherwise. Yuuki reached forward and poked Sita's cheek, making a 'boop'ing noise before he blew out a breath.
"I'm not actually that drunk," he muttered, "I'm just loud mouthed and stupid," he winced to Sita from admitting it. "My handsome charm wears off quick, I'm amazed Niaaki was glad to have me home, honestly." He mumbled mostly to himself, tilting his head to the side and looking a little confused.
Sita made a face at that. Yeah, when Yuuki put it that way, it did sound strange to be paranoid about talking about fucking in a brothel. But Sita couldn't help his paranoia, and he wasn't about to try to explain it. Fortunately, Yuuki had a short attention span and had already moved on to...entertaining himself by...booping him?
Yeah, sure he wasn't drunk. Wait. If he wasn't drunk, then he was...still okay with what he'd admitted?
He had to be drunk. Maybe Sita was drunk. One of them was, clearly.
He let out a soft snort at the claim, opened his mouth to tease Yuuki a little more, but paused instead when he mentioned a name. He cocked his head curiously. Couldn't be a wife or a lover, since he said he hadn't gotten any for ages (years?!). "Family of yours?" he asked, swirling his ale absently. "Why wouldn't ya be missed? Ya ain't a bad guy, from what all I've seen. But what do I know? For all I know, ya could be lyin' and those tattoos are demonic sigils. They ain't, right?"
And he smirked to show he was joking, because this was a guy who'd been skittish around horses of all things.
Yuuki mirrored the head cock with his own.
Then turned his head the other way with a silly smile on his face and then looked down at his drink. The events of the night had shaken him in a way he'd never been before and he had found he'd drank quite a bit quite quickly. He'd also decided that Niaaki would never hear about That Time He Was Almost Kidnapped and Made Into a Slave. God. What a nightmare that could have been.
"Niaaki is my brother," Yuuki nodded, a soft smile on his face, nodding to Sita before there was mention of his tattoos. Then his expression changed and he looked down at his hands, tracing over the ones visible on his fingers. The memories almost hurt physically and he turned his head away from them.
As much as the tattoo's were a reminder to people of the desert of what he did, they were a reminder to him. A reminder to him of the betrayal to him. The death of his blood and flesh breath. And Yuuki swallowed thickly and tried to smile at Sita before he felt the tears in his eyes and he cleared his throat and shook his head, letting out a gust of air.
"They might as well be," He replied honestly, "Kinda glad to be so far away from the desert," He bounced back quickly, taking the last drink of his ale. Or his new ale? Maybe. Either way, it was a drink and it was on the table. Maybe it was Sita's. He didn't fuckin' know. "You guys up here don't know what any of this means," He grinned to himself before motioning around his body, "Did I already make you wonder if I had some on my dick?"
"Heh, yeah, you're drunk," Sita confirmed with a smirk and a shake of his head. "Ya told me they ain't around your dick, remember? I'd ask ya to prove it, but I'll save that for when you're sober."
No, taking advantage of a drunk guy was never his style. Especially one that looked on the verge of tears, his eyes getting that bright, glassy look that he tried to shake away. Sita didn't know what had triggered that--maybe he was just an emotional drunk, or maybe they'd stumbled upon some sensitive subject that he just couldn't see, because it buried in the subtext--but whatever tipsy arousal he'd felt had shriveled up fast. Not because it put him off, but because it just made him want to protect the guy.
He reached for his drink to finish it off, but found it empty. Oh. So that was what Yuuki drank. Welp. Setting the mug back down with an amused snort, he looked back over at the man. "So, ah. Ya got a place you're stayin'?"