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“I… I think I get what you’re saying. And a party of me would entertain the idea… But…”, he responds.

“I know. This is really quick You haven’t even given an answer to me yet and here I am proposing that we make-out.”, the boy adds.

He nods.

“I don’t want to go to bed in such a sexually charged situation either. It’s not exactly the most comfortable way to fall asleep.”, he says.

He looks down at the floor. He realizes that this feels just as awkward as the first time their boyfriend came over to his house in high school. Even though he was focused only on his boyfriend, he still wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. In some ways this is very much like that situation. He’s still not sure if he was interested in dating the boy… and yet here it is. Does he do this or not? If anything it will certainly resolve the situation.

He crosses his arms and taps his foot on the floor.

“Well, there’s only really going to be one way to resolve this situation, isn’t there.”, he says, still thinking about it.

“Unfortunately, this is all I can think of. He both wants to do the threesome and is scared to…”, the boy says, “I will not take what happens tonight as a confirmation that you want to date me. I want that to be something that you decide on your own.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”, he responds, “It’s more that the thought had never entered my head. You’ve always been more focused on him.”

He sighs heavily.

“I appreciate that you wouldn’t take anything that happens tonight as an answer.”, he says, “Maybe we should just do it. It would certainly solve any doubts he has. Or I could just sleep on the couch. I used to do it so many times before…”

The boy shakes his head. He knew that there was always the possibility of someone taking the couch, at the same time their boyfriend did ask to sleep with both. It also seemed unfair that he should give up sleeping in the bed to make things easier.

“I had thought about that, but the request was for both of us in bed with him.”, the boy says.

“I know…”, he says with a sigh, “Well, then… Lets do it.”

The boy steps closer to him. He gently caresses his arm.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”, the boy asks.
He nods He isn’t sure that this is a great idea, but it would certainly answer quite a few questions.

The boy wraps his arms around him. He can feel the boy’s flesh on his. It feel strange, but not unpleasant. The boys hands gently caress his back and he can feel his breath on his neck.

“Thank you.”, the boy whispers as he kisses the lobe of his ear.

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This time the boy’s face stays close to his own. He can feel the boy’s lips gently caressing his ear.

He lets out a pregnant sigh. The breath is tinged with the slight sound of him moaning. This was getting to be too much. He was reaching the point of sexual frustration where he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. His boyfriend’s head being in his crotch most certainly wasn’t helping.

He firmly puts his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. He pushes him away just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. He can see that his boyfriend was both feeling embarrassed and turned on. That he would probably entertain the threesome.

He also knew that he couldn’t push the issue. He got down on his knees in front of his boyfriend.

“Are you sure you want to do this? If I keep your head where it was this isn’t going to end innocently.”, he says.

His boyfriend looks thoughtfully for a moment. He looks up at the boy and back at him.

“I-I…”, his boyfriend starts.

He holds his boyfriend’s hand. He feels the boy’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s about what you want to do.”, the boy says.

Their boyfriend nods. He holds tighter on to his hand.

“I-I b-both w-want both of y-you… a-and a-am scared.”, his boyfriend said, staring down at the floor.

He kisses his boyfriend’s hand. He looks back at the boy to see what he’s thinking. The boy mouths to him, lets talk for a moment.

He nods and stands. He leans over and whispers in his boyfriend’s ear, “I’ll be right back.”

He kisses his boyfriend. He turns around and follows after the boy. They walk towards the living room.

The boy stops him while they’re still in the hallway. He gently grabs his arm. He swings around to face the boy.

“So, what do we do?’, he asks, slightly annoyed.

“… I have an idea, but I’m not sure how keen you’re going to be to do it.”, the boy says.

His eyes widened as he thought of the possibility. This would certainly be pushing things forward. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to date the boy. It certainly would be a solution to getting an answer, but could he do it?

 

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He sighs again as he looks down. He looks at the mirror again, at his mostly naked form. He shakes his head and faces the door. He opens it up and walks back to the bedroom.

His boyfriend is still clothed, sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for him to leave the bathroom. The boy is lounging next to him wearing only his underwear.

“Are you going to tease us all night…”, he says, standing in front of his boyfriend wearing only his underwear.

“That’s precisely what I was wondering.”, the boy says, his hand gently caressing their boyfriend’s leg.

His boyfriend gulps hard. This sounded like a great idea at the time, but now… Now he wanted both of them. Seeing both of his boys stripped down to their undergarments was hot.

“Hot…”, his boyfriend thought, “That would be putting it lightly. This is such a sexually charged scene. I am so fucking turned on right now.”

His boyfriend turns beet red as he attempts to bury his head in his crotch. His boyfriend wraps his arms around his hips. He holds him tight.

He looks at the boy with a perplexed face. He then looks down at his boyfriend’s head, buried securely in his crotch. He wasn’t sure if he should be thrilled for this to happen or what. It was awkward as this is something that he wanted earlier today, but not to the embarrassment of anyone.

He looks at the boy again.

“Well… I’m at a loss at what to do…”, he says.

“I know, right?”, the boy responds.

He stands up and walks over to him. He puts a hand on his shoulder.

When the boy’s hand touched him, his body tensed up a bit. His ambivalence showed in that action. He felt bad, because he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to be with the boy.

“Don’t worry.”, the boy whispers in his ear, “I just asked you tonight.”

The boy let his hand wander down his back to rest on top of their boyfriend’s arms.

He gulps hard finding himself in an impossibly erotic situation. He knows that he would joke about a threesome with these two boys… but now it seems like it might actually happen. While he could easily joke about it, does he feel ready for it to actually happen?

He closes his eyes. He tries to think of nothing, but he’s not sure that’s possible. He feels himself getting aroused again. He feels the boy’s body close to him, his hand resting on his ass. His boyfriend’s head is still buried in his crotch.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers.

It’s the only thing he can think of is to whisper, “I’m sorry”.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”, the boy whispers in his ear again.

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He holds his lance tensely in his hands. He knows that this isn’t the wisest of ideas, but he doesn’t see that he has any other choice.

He realizes that the beast is trying to focus and stare at him, but is failing to do so because he is too close to its eyes.

He once again tightly grasps his lance, ready to give out another battle shout.

Before he realizes it, he’s shouting and plunging the tip of his lance in to the creature’s eye. He continues to force the lance as far in to the beast’s head as he can. He can feel the white gelatinous warmth of the material that was once the eye. He can small the blood as the lance starts to plunge past the ocular cavity.

He feels the lance once again hit something that’s not resisting, but it also not muscle or bone. He feels his lance plunge deep in to the beast’s brain.

The creature lets out a tortured and pained cry as its body can no longer propel itself. Just as quickly as it started charging, it comes to a complete halt. It slides to the ground, throwing him with it.

He lies on the ground for a bit, in a daze. He’s not sure how long he’s been lying there. The last thing he remembers is the beast going down.

He checks his body to see if there are any broken bones or other serious damage to himself. From the cursory check, he can’t see anything.

“This is what I get,” he thinks, “This is what I get for doing this without a healer.”

He sits up in the snow, looking at the prone beast. He tries to stand up finding it challenging. Once he is on his feet again, he tries to dust off the snow.

Try as he might, the snow sticks in every corner and angle of his armor.

He approaches the beast, seeing that its breathing is very shallow. He attempts to grab his lance from the huge skull, but realizes that it’s too slick with gore for him to be able to pull it from the eye.

While he has done nothing but wish death to this creature, a part of him feels guilty for letting the beast suffer so. He can’t offer it a quick death. He stands sentinel over the beast as he slowly dies. Each breath becoming more labored, a whimpering sound with each breath.

And then it happens, quiet. It’s as though the lesser beasts are observing a moment of silence for their fallen comrade.

He lowers his head and takes a moment before it starts to set in that he finally killed this beast. There will be no more destroyed families and razed villages. And while he should feel at peace, he’s feeling something entirely different.

Nothing.

As badly as he wanted to kill this beast, he’s surprised by the fact that he feels numb. He searches both his brain and heart to see if there’s any sense of elation or victory. The harder he searches, the more he feels empty.

His shoulders slump with the knowledge that while he spent months stalking this creature, that its death means nothing to him. He turns on one heel and stalks off through the snow. Maybe it’s not today that he will feel victory, but he will continue to fight until that elusive feeling comes back to him.

Perhaps it will come back one day… Perhaps.

 

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He lets out another battle shout as he plunges his lance in to the beast’s neck. He can feel skin and muscle part underneath the keen point of his spear. He knows that this is just the beginning of a long and arduous battle. He’s not sure who will be the victor though. Will he live or will he die? These are thoughts that didn’t enter his head until now. And even though they pop in to his thoughts while fighting, he doesn’t pay them much mind. Just fleeting contemplations that appear momentarily and then disappear back in to the aether of his brain.

The creature bellows in pain. The first wound has been struck in this war.

In the background, he could hear the various chirruping of the surrounding creatures reacting to the pain of this creature.

He instantly blocks it out as he maintains his firm grip on his weapon as it’s still plunged in to the beast’s neck. It helps him stay on the back as the creature below him reels back a little.

He uses the stability of his lance in the beast’s neck to jump over to his head. As his feet hit the hard bone of this creatures skull, he struggles to pull the weapon out. He didn’t realize that the muscles would be so taught and tense. With a hard, swift jerk he manages to free his lance from the creatures neck. A plume of blood spurts out from where the lance once existed.

He starts looking for another vulnerable spot to attack the beast. He sees nothing from the top of the head.

“Shit.”, he says as he realizes that vulnerable spots here are in the beasts face.

He closes his eyes for a moment as he continues to ride on the head.

“Must think. Must think.”, races through his mind as he ponders some other way.

He shakes his head.

There’s only one solution…”, he thinks as he slowly makes his way down to the beast’s muzzle.

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A chill wind caresses his face as he looks over his shoulder. It’s almost as thought the wind was originating from a cave… one that he hadn’t noticed before in his patrolling. It was cold and feeling like stone. It had the smell of rock, blood and other odors that he couldn’t begin to describe. They all intermingled.

It was then that he noticed that the sound of the lesser beasts had silenced.

“How could I have been so careless to not notice?”, he thought as his blood started to run cold.

He heard a loud and heavy huff behind him. His eyes opened wide in recognition that he was no longer alone… and that he was noticed.

He takes a moment to control his racing thoughts. One after another, they speak of his hopes and fears, weaknesses and strengths. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, breathing in the heady odor that is this massive creature behind him.

He slowly turns around to face him.

“There you are.”, he says as calmly as he can muster.

The beast stares at him, almost as though he recognizes him. His glare is cold and menacing… and yet seems to burn with an anger that has burned for many lifetimes, how many is anyone’s guess.

In that instant, the creature rushes forward, every muscle and sinew in his body tense.

He manages to deftly jump out-of-the-way just before he would have been plowed by this beast… this behemoth of a creature. He can feel the wind and the strength as the wind rushes past him.

The creature turns around and bellows. The sound nearly freezes him to his very core. Images of towns and villages being wiped out by this creature flash in his mind. The deaths of children, parents, partners, husbands and wives burn freshly in his psyche… almost as though it happened yesterday. His passion and vigor for this fight is renewed.

He holds his lance, prepared to strike. Remembering everything that brought him to where he is today. Remembering everything that brought him to this fight.

“Come on, you son of a bitch.”, he mutters as he rares up, ready to sprint headlong at this creature.

And after a quick breath, he runs headlong at the beast. He screams with the scream of all the victims, all the pain and suffering that this creature has caused. He runs and jumps over the head of the beast, using his lance as a pole.

He lands firmly on the beasts back. Beneath his feet, he can feel the tenseness of this creatures neck and back. He can feel each muscle move as the creature moves.

He flips his lance around and gets a firm grip on the shaft. He wants to make sure that he can plunge this weapon purposefully in to this neck in front of him.

Dat Week

So… this week.

I got a lot less done that than I would like. Unfortunately, there is a good reason for it.

While we were driving to Fan Fest, our car died. We had a crack in the radiator and couldn’t leave Las Vegas until it was fixed. We were waiting for our car until Tuesday.

We drove all day to get home. We got home late and it was time to get back to work.

Unfortunately, that also meant that I was too tired once I got home.

I had a blast at Fan Fest. And there are pictures a plenty to share as well as stories to tell. I’ll be finishing up my Comic Con posts. I also have the end of Of Monsters and Men. I’ll start with the new posts promptly on Monday. All sorts of new stuff.

So, until Monday!

Hey everyone!

I haven’t been able to keep up with my writing load for a few reasons. One of which I don’t feel at liberty to discuss at the moment. Suffice to say, it’s an emotionally draining reason and making it difficult to motivate myself to write more… despite my desire to do so.

I also have 2 big things coming up within the next week that requires a lot of my emotional and physical bandwidth. Those being San Francisco Decompression and Final Fantasy XIV Fan Fest. Decom is the most immediate as it’s on Sunday and Fan Fest is the next weekend. I do plan on writing about my impressions of Fan Fest. I don’t think it will go more than 2 posts (one actual post and one of pictures).

So, a lot of exciting things happening. A lot of things that need to be taken care of before next weekend. Lots of busy, busy, busy.

And I sincerely apologize for it. When I do come back, I promise to have more Comic Con, more short stories (both of them and a special Halloween story) and more other stuff. I have a show that I would like to write about… and some manga to talk about. Also would like to write a piece about Buffy the Vampire Slayer. There’s a lot on the horizon, but first, patience as this next week passes.

Until then!

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He shakes his head like a child with a snow globe, attempting to shake those memories loose from his brain. It’s a moment that chilled him to his very core, the split-second where he failed to act.

But that was only for a split-second.

His fingers curled instinctively around the cold metal shaft of his lance. He pulled it out of its resting spot in the snow with the sound of crunching snow on metal. He’ll never let a moment like that happen again. He’ll never have such an unfortunate lase in judgment happen again. It’s those lapses in which people die, towns destroyed. It’s something he can no longer let happen again.

He ponders these thoughts as he hears the hard crunch of the snow beneath his feet. The rhythmic crunch, crunch, crunch of the snow beneath his feet starts to drown out the thoughts of the massacre and lulls him in to a kind of meditation. His mind calms. It is no longer racing through all the horrendous thoughts that it was earlier.

He stops and takes a deep breath. His nose is filled with the scent of various beasts. Most of the smells are common of the ones that tend to frequent this area, the various sprites and rodents, occasionally there might be a baby drake. Underneath the common smells of the area is a bloodier, muskier smell. The scent of the creature he seeks.

“Ha!”, he thinks, “I might get him yet.”

He lets out a chuckle as he takes a little jog until his muscles fatigue. The weight of his armor pushing him further in to the snow, leaving heavy foot prints behind. If one was to track him, he would be quite easy to find. Thankfully he is the hunter and not the hunt.

Once he tires, he takes a moment. His breath heavy, creating steam rising like smoke from a dragon. It almost seems proper given the title of what he does, dragoon.

Suddenly he realizes the thickness of the air. It sits heavy on him. He thinks he knows this feeling before. Can this really be the day? How long has it really been? Days? Weeks? Months? How long has it been? How much time has passed? When was the last time he noticed this air, heavy and thick?

Did I climb higher than I meant? He’s never seen the beast travel this high. While the area is largely mountainous, he’s never seen him start to hit the snowy peaks of this ice-cold wasteland where there isn’t a lot of natural life. The higher up you go, the less hospitable it is.

While the air felt heavy and oppressive, it also felt alive with a certain amount of electricity.

He stands up and looks around, trying to take in his surroundings; seeing if he could find his quarry. The more he looks, the more he only sees the vast fields of white before him. And while the pureness of the snow should be somewhat comforting, it also feels largely unnerving.

He shakes his head, trying to clear it of any negative thoughts. Something feels different about today. It feels as though something’s going to happen today.

He takes a deep breath of the bitter cold air. It feels crisp inside his nose.

“Today… Yes.”, he thinks, “Today will be the day.”

So, last week wound up going in a direction that I hadn’t anticipated. I had wanted to get writing done, unfortunately life got in the way.

Monday I went to Berkeley to see about exorcising some really old demons. Unfortunately, Berkeley isn’t in stasis. So, it was hard for me to have the same experience that I had when I was in high school. Most of the places from then are long gone and replaced by some chain or were simply closed. Rasputin’s is no longer like what I remembered. I didn’t get in to Amoeba, which was my favorite record store. In many ways, I didn’t get what I was hoping out of the excursion.

I also had my first therapy appointment in years. Life has been a bit on the brutal side as of late. So, that requires me working through some old, painful and crunchy issues. Unfortunately, all of which are making my quite depressed.

That was last week… So, what about this week?

Well, I hope to have up more Comic Con stories. I’ve been working on getting more written up. I also hope to have at least one update of a short story. I have something else I might wanna write about. So, I’m gonna try to get this done.

Last week stalled a bit. I’m gonna work hard to make this week better than the last.

So, until then!