Everyone surprised to see the two boys. One is having his clothes dump with sweat and the other has his shirt rip.
"What happened?"
Kai is running to Sigurd and inspects his hands.
"Nothing happens!"
Sigurd is pulling his hand and hurries in the 'castle'.
Kai is looking at Karlen and waits for an explanation.
"He is fine."
Yrsa is coming and instructs Karlen to Sigurd's room to change his shirt.
"Take Sigurd with you after you change. Go!"
Sigurd is boiling on the inside. Besides his pride he has nothing left. He knows it will his bad temper that will shatter all his relationships. He needs to calm down.
A knock fallowed by silence.
Sigurd swears to not get angry and apologies.
In front of his room is Karlen. His rip shirt is revealing his abdominal muscles. Sigurd frowns at the sight of the well-defined muscles. He breaths down and invites Karlen inside.
The boy looks around the room and closes the distance between them.
"Give me a shirt."
Sigurd looks in his eyes and for a moment is caught out of guard. He feels his chest tighten. This feeling makes Sigurd push him away.
"Don't get close to me!"
"Are you scare of me?"
"No! Why would I be? I just do not like getting close with people."
"..."
"I am …. sorry for getting angry at you back then. It is just who I am."
"You don't need to apologies."
"You should know I don't apologies often."
"Is this suppose to make me special?"
"Kind of …"
"I don't want to be someone special to you."
"I knew you were an asshole from the beginning! Get out!"
Karlen is outside with the shirt given toss on his face. Sigurd threw him out; out of embarrassment.
'Cute. 'The thought crosses Karlen's mind as he smiles.
Sigurd on the other hand is questioning their conversation.
'He sure is a weird one! Who would not want to be special?'
'Am I taken a liking to him?'
'No way!'
He cleans and changes his clothes.
In few minutes he is in the middle of the party. Snow is in someone's arms, completely drunk. Yrsa and Kai talk to a pretty woman. Karlen is drinking and some girls are sticking to him. The leaders are missing thanks to Nissa.
Just a girl seems to be looking at him insistently. She sits over the table and next to the ban who hold Snow.
"You don't' drink?"
The girl takes the bottle and pours in Sigurd's mug.
"What's your name?"
"Thyra. You really do not remember anything!"
"Who's this?"
Sigurd glares at the boy who is patting Snow's hair.
"He is my brother and also your cousin."
"I am Waylin. Snow is always like this when she is drunk. I do not like either how clingy is she."
Sigurd mellows and gulps the mug, embarrassed by his protective side. He starts to eat and feels a little dizzy.
"Are you not drunk yet?
"I am fine."
"Well, you did not drunk wine before. You hated it."
"People change."
Snow hugs tight Waylin's neck. Soon, she nibbles on his neck living marks. Waylin is flinching.
"This slut!" He whispers.
The dizziness is increasing. Sigurd drinks a glass of water. He always used this method to sober up.
In fact, he never got drunk when he was drinking with the gangsters.
They were relatively sober. It seems that Waylin and Thyra were resistant.
Sigurd looks around and sees Karlen. The pretty girls are giving him a hard time. He gulps mug after mug.
Sigurd laughs at the thought that Karlen drinks like a camel. He still did not figure out whether the boy was shy or just aloof. He did not seem shy when he got close to him.
'Should I go save him?'
One of the girls got drunk. She sits on his lap and gets close to Karlen. He is unbothered as ever.
Without realizing Sigurd is already at their table and grabs the girl's hand.
"If you are a slut, go to a fucking brothel!"
"It hurts!"
The girl is trembling under his glare. She rises and slaps him.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! HOW DARE YOU SLAP ME!"
"Who the fuck are you to Karlen?"
"HE IS ... BUT WHAT IS HE TO YOU!"
"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!"
"I DON'T WANT TO!"
Both are swinging side to side.
Thankfully all the guests are drunk. Thyra and Waylin are watching the greatest drama of Kingdom of Artara has to offer.
Karlen grabs Sigurd and throws him on his shoulder.
"Leave me down!"
Karlen looks towards Thyra and she nods.
He is struggling to go upstairs because a certain someone is moving hysterically on his shoulder.
Sigurd is a little drunk.
"Stay still."
"Do you think I am drunk?"
"Yes."
Sigurd is in his arms. He tries to get away but fails. Karlen is smiling at the sight of Sigurd's glare and thinks he must be a little drunk himself. Sigurd's waist was thin and his hands could feel his ribs.
'Fragile...'
It was indeed a delicate body.
Their eyes meet. Sigurd touches the long hair that sparkles in the light. An impulse of tasting Karlen's lips makes his hand slide through the hair touching his nape, pulling Karlen in a passionate kiss.
The hot touch between their tongues turns on their animalic instinct. Karlen is drawing Sigurd closer. His hands explore the back with delicate touches under the shirt. Sigurd pulls out of the kiss and with his half-closed eyes he gazes at the ravished look in front of him.
A nice smell floods the room. His breath is cut short by the scent. The dizziness increases.
Karlen is feeling the same. Sigurd's heavy breath makes his skin tingle. Karlen brushes Sigurd's hair aside. He brushes with his thumb the lips that are red and with a gentle pull he licks for permission Sigurd's lower lip.
Sigurd responses and Karlen is just giving him pecks. He yanks Karlen 's hair and gets his tongue in when Karlen moans. He is biting Karlen's lower lip.
"Don't tease me!"
Sigurd whispers as he nibbles on his neck.
In a hurry he lifts Sigurd and moves toward the bed. The fierce kissing of Sigurd urges him.
Their shirts are on the ground. Karlen struggles to get their boots out while Sigurd seems already lost in lust, giving Karlen hickeys on the neck and muscular chest.
Their reason is already out of the balcony.
The pants are next. Karlen is marking him back and Sigurd is moaning in pleasure.
No talking needed and bet that at how drunk they are now the memory of this night will be forgotten.
The heat of their body overlapping gets them lost in making each other feel good.
Karlen is teasing his ass and sucking on the nipples. His back arches. One finger is in. Sigurd trembles. Karlen kisses him.
His ass is stretched a little too much by the drunken Karlen who seems to have a greater desire to make Sigurd feel good rather than his dick.
"Do it! Your persistent freak!"
Sigurd's scream is suppressed by Karlen's hand.
"..."
His dick presses on the hole that feels loose. It slips in and the loud moan of Sigurd is thankfully not heard from outside.
A wave of scent smacks Karlen's nose. His breath quickens and thrusts in more, feeling that just a second without moving will make him crazy. The sight in front of him was already erotic enough to make impatient.
He pinches the nipples of Sigurd and continues to suck the other one while grinds at a fast pace. Sigurd is moaning having one of his hands clung to Karlen' hair.
Stroking his waist as he gives him kisses, he gets more impatient.
He wants to see him better. Sigurd's legs close together are lifted and he places a kiss on the ankle. Grasping the legs, Karlen sinks deeper.
Sigurd's insides twitch and tighten. Karlen moans and savors the view.
Sigurd has pointy and fluffy ears. Wolf ears. The color contrasts with his red hair and aroused expression.
Karlen takes his hands and rises him up. Sigurd hugs him and gasps clinging. Karlen's dick was reaching deeper and was pressing more on his prostate as Sigurd is straddling him. He trembles as Karlen slides in slowly just to thrust harder, making him lose his mind.
Karlen touches the puffy ears and the base of the stuffy tail as he is ramming him without mercy.
Sigurd is about to came from all the stimulation he feels.
He arches his back and sperm is on Karlen's chest.
Karlen does not stop and kisses him stopping his moans that were turning him more.
The moon watches over them. Karlen switches positions and Sigurd keeps t asking for more then he could take.
That is what happens when you are in heat.
It is the morning.
The outside fuss wakes up Sigurd.
"My head!"
He is naked and not a trace of his clothes.
'Did I get drunk?' He frowns.
The impossibility of sitting up rises more questions. He double frowns.
With the help of his strong will, he crawls towards the closet. In his way his turns his head to the right. The mirror reflects a hint of the source of his back pain. A trace of hickeys is covering his neck, chest, belly, and shoulders. Looking on his inner thighs he sees there some bites and marks too.
His face reddens and smoke is above his head.
'I AM GOING TO KILL THE ONE WHO DID THIS TO ME!!'
Not a single memory from the night he spends with this stranger.
"I will make him pay! Whoever it was."
Something slimy is flowing out of his leg on the floor.
"This …. THIS .... I WILL KILL HIM!"
His screams his lungs out. The people outside were to busy and their voices were louder than his.
He spent the morning cleaning the floor and turning from side to side in the bad. The back pain was reminding him of the way he died.
He is covered with the blanket when Nissa barges in with a loud voice.
"Sigurd!"
"Shut up!"
He brushes her off and turns on the other side.
Nissa walks and squats next to his bed looking at his face.
"You are having headaches? Come downstairs. Jan made the tea for everyone."
"Leave!"
She jumps on top of him. He feels his every bone is crushing and he will give his soul.
"Come on!"
Nissa is inspecting him and realizes she will be murdered if she will wiggle more time on the bed, after Sigurd glares at her with a white face.
"I am out!"
He cannot say anything. The fatigue takes over his body. He falls asleep with his body as stiff as ever.
. . . . . . . . .
Outside everyone is recovering with the tea Jan made in big pots. The people that are lined up with the mugs to receive the miraculous tea.
Yrsa is talking with Frey and Talis.
"The party was the same as any other."
"Appreciate your honesty, Frey."
"Darling, Yrsa must have prepared a lot for the party. Thanks for inviting us."
"No problem. I know Frey and his excessively unique expectations."
"You …. "
Talis is brushing Frey's coat and looks in his eyes.
"Thank you for the invitation. And I congratulate you because your wine was quite unique and delicious."
Frey holds Talis' hand and kisses it.
"You two are still love birds?"
Yrsa crosses her arms at her chest and smirks mischievously.
"What about you and Kai?"
Frey smirks back.
"He is still as loving as the first time I met him. I am thankful for that."
"I saw Nissa drunk last night. I wonder who is she taking after?"
"Kai was drunk just like his daughter. I had to take care of both."
"How is Sigurd doing? I did not talk to him yesterday. I was to drunk."
"He regains his memories little by little. I hope he does not change his personality. He talks just like me."
Frey and Yrsa are talking fast leaving Talis in the background. They knew each other from a childhood and Talis understands that. She was not into socializing anyway.
"You must be proud. I was thinking to ask you if he transformed yet."
"No sign. He is already twenty-three. I hope Talis will find a remedy soon."
"The pill is not ready yet."
Talis was a scientist apart from being a leader.
"Better finish it soon."
Yrsa sighs.
"This will be a problem if he wants to be the leader in the future. Not that I hope he will become one. I still want to be the leader after Kai."
"Your greed will be slashed along with your body by my sword, if you ever try that. You know that to well. You are too selfish to be the leader of Artara."
"We will see ..."
This subject was coming up whenever Sigurd was bought in discussion. Yrsa was always making her point of view very clear.
Talis is pointing at the carriage waiting for them.
"See you at the Circle."
Frey waved and the carriage starts moving.
"Bye!"
Just the villagers were present drinking their tea in silence in the yard.
She sighs and strides towards Sigurd's room. In the hallway she meets Kai. He is smiling and hugs her kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Are they gone?"
"Yea."
She places her head on his shoulder. Her expression lightens up a bit.
"Did he bring that up again?"
"How did you know he did that?"
Yrsa pulls back and looks surprised at Kai who smiles.
"Well, your steps were very heavy, your forehead has wrinkles and I saw you talking to them on the window."
"Is good that you know your shit."
She smiles and kisses him back. Yrsa likes his kisses a lot. That explains why she forgot where she wanted to go.
"Have you seen Karlen?" Yrsa remembers that the boy was not with Frey and Talis.
"Yea, but not this morning. I saw him last nigh in the kitchen. We met at the water bottle. He was covered in sweat and his neck had hickeys on it. Guess he did it with a girl in the stables."
"The boy is a little strange. Hope he did not get her pregnant. He seemed to be kind towards Sigurd. Should I ban Sigurd to meet with Karlen. Who knows what he learns from him."
"Leave the boys alone. Sigurd is not the same anymore. He will follow his principles without being manipulated."
"I am going to him. Nissa said he was sleeping."
"Fine. I am going outside. You go to our room and sleep a little too. I will take care of everything."
"Thanks, honey."
After one last kiss and a butt slap from Yrsa, she goes upstairs.
Yrsa opens the door and Sigurd who was awake has the blanket till his lips.
"Are you cold?"
"Can't you knock?"
Yrsa frowns. Sigurd glares at her without sentiments.
"Why would I need to knock? You are my son!"
"Like hell! What if I was fucking a girl? Would you still open the door because you are my mother?"
"Is your head hurting? That is way you are upside down?"
"Promise to knock!"
Yrsa sighs and exasperated by his anxious behavior.
"You win this time."
Sigurd does not seem to calm down and gathers the blanket more around him. Like an animal that is in his borrow he looks threatening at Yrsa.
"I do not need anything! Go!"
His hair was spiky and his eyes had dark circles. She wondered how he still had the power to scream like that.
"You and your rude way of talking!"
Yrsa sighs and thinks of a way to get him in a good mood.
"I will bring you a cup of tea." Her motherly instincts were activated just to be put off by her son's stubbornness.
"No need. Just tell everybody to let me alone."
"You are being suspicious." She rises one eyebrow looking at the way he was curled up like an angry bagel. No more of being an understanding mother.
"ME SUSPICIOUS?!WITH WHAT?"
He shouts at the women that looks now even more suspicious of him.
"Are you hiding something? Under the blanket!?"
Yrsa approaches and Sigurd glares like an animal. She does not stop.
"Don't come!"
"Why are you under the blanket? Tell me and I will spare you."
"I am just cold…"
In a flash the blanket is lifted and for the first time, since he arrived, he truly feels grateful he took clothes on him in the morning. His neck is still covered by the blanket which makes him feel secure.
"Why the fuck you take the blanket of me! Did not I say I am cold! Put it back!"
Yrsa scratches her head and covers him up.
"I guess you really were cold. But still …. DON'T SCREAM AT ME!"
She leaves and Sigurd feels his heart rate going down. He must have anger Yrsa. What to do when his nerves are ready to snap at everyone just remembering what a person just like another fucked him like that.
'Calm down. Calm….'
He falls asleep again.
Late at night the smell of roasted potatoes awakens him. He devores all of it and feels blessed to have a good but bad-mouth mother.
'I will treasure her.'
It was the fault of the man who dared to fuck him that he lost his sanity.
Still, he recognized that his fault was his fault. He should have drunk less.
He has some traces of the man. When he dressed in the morning, his clothes from the previous night were nicely put at the bottom of the closet. He is a tidy man. On top of the clothes was a letter. He took it bad when he read the little sentence.
'What did he mean "I am sorry." '
'Is he sorry because he slept with me!'
'How dare he? After all the marks he left?'
He remembers about it but his thoughts now are much more peaceful.
The food he ate is warming his stomach. He covers with the blanket and closes his eyes. He is already developing a habit of curling under the blanket. A soothing scent makes him comfortable.
He does not know much about scents but is sure that that was not his scent. Maybe it was that man's scent. Now he has one more lead.
He will find the man.