Crikey Yaoi!

Disclaimer: By reading this, you understand that this is yaoi porn. You will not hold the author responsible should you feel outraged or violated. Also, I don't own GC. =w=

EDIT: April 12, 2010. I am not happy that someone managed to post this in FF.net without ample permission or reasoning. There was a reason I did not post it there (yet) but that is just rude.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5888182/1/Aprils_Fool#

Geez, courtesy please.

Continued from: here

11:58p.m.

Seighart did not have any time to think when all of a sudden the woman’s hands crawled upon his chest, up his neck and encircled his arms behind him. Làsel slid her body against him, and her face was only a few inches away from Seighart.

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the moment. Seighart closed the distance between their lips. Their tongues tasted of the wine and a bit of saltiness, but it was a quiet dance of tongues. There was exploration and Seighart took control of it. Làsel couldn’t move her tongue in stride with Seighart’s pace. The man’s powerful muscle led the dance, and she could only do nothing but go along with it.

11:59p.m.

Làsel’s hands worked Seighart’s clothing off. The zipper slid down with a soft zipping sound, muffled by both of their soft moans. Seighart helped with sliding off the offending clothing. The soft light provided by the magical flame in the walls reflected off his sweat-flecked body; muscles that sculpted contours and valleys in his arms and his chest.

“M-milord…” Làsel rasped as Seighart finally pushed her down into the bed.

11:59:30p.m.

Ten seconds and Làsel was suffering from a serious case of blue balls.

A half-naked Seighart hovered over her, still engaging in an erotic play of French lip-locks. And even as a man, Lass found himself enraptured by Seighart’s expertise.

But he did nothing of any sort in stripping her off of her clothes, or the action that he had heard from the rumors.

11:59:40p.m.

“M-milord…” Làsel found her voice amidst the erotic tongueplay. “W-what are we doing…”

Seighart momentarily stopped his assault and nonchalantly replied “Kissing.”

“Will you not bed me?” Lass tried to look petulant.

“Are you not lying down in my bed?” Seighart bit the lip and tugged, making Làsel gasp.

“T-this is not what I have in mind milord…”

11:59:55p.m.

“Milord, please let go now…” Làsel tried to start resisting.

4

“Oh don’t tell me you’re still playing hard to get, milady?” He kissed her.

3

“Milord, I am very serious…you will not like what is to happen next…”

2

“Milord, please!”

Seighart did not acquiesce and held her arms high above in the bedpost with only one of his hands, as his other hand caressed the tears streaking down her face.

1

“AUGH!”

With the stroke of midnight, the potion’s effect wore off instantly. The transformation spell Lass had cast on him was automatically dispelled as well; the dress exploded into smoke, transmitted to Lass’ room.

His body returned to its virile form. His height remained the same (he was one of the tallest in the group) but the bulk of his muscles returned. His clothes did not return to normal though, and he was left in his black, silk boxers (something interrupted with the transmission of his normals clothes and someone powerful nearby clued Lass as to who it was).

When the boy dared to open his eyes, Seighart still held both of his arms high up with his god-like strength. Lass experimentally dared to tug his hands away, but the grip increased ten fold and it hurt his wrist like hell.

Seighart ran his eyes across the expanse of Lass’ body. “Well, hello Lass. Interesting to find you in my bed.”

“April Fool’s?” Lass tried to sound enthusiastic, like everything was going according to his plan. He tried to grit through his teeth, forcing out a smile of some sort but did not expect dark energy to seep out of Seighart, however.

“H-hey! Let go now!” Lass struggled, moving his body underneath Seighart, who straddled him. The dark energy dripped around him, and Lass could feel it in the hand that bound his own arms above him.

Seighart was deathly calm, but he slowly let his hand off of Lass’ wrists. The boy tried to recall his arms, but found it suddenly impossible, even if he saw both of Seighart’s hands before him.

Oh. Shit. The eerie smile Seighart had did nothing to comfort him either.

Lass didn’t have time to make a snarky comeback, when Seighart’s left hand suddenly grasped his head and held it over his eyes, making it impossible for Lass to see.

Lass paused all of a sudden, wondering what the darkness was for. There was fear for the unknown. He didn’t like being left in the dark.

His worries were dismissed when, all of a sudden, a tongue assaulted his mouth. HIS OWN man-mouth, unlike the one earlier when he was still disguising as a woman. Seighart’s tongue was rough this time, forceful and violent. If Lass was unable to keep up with Seighart earlier during his delicate ministrations earlier, he certainly couldn’t keep up now.

What’s he doing? Lass thought, as his calculations weren’t adding up at all. He was expecting some sort of beating or torture…well, this probably counted for some sort of torture…but he didn’t expect Master Seighart to use sex as one!

Tears fell down the side of his face again, and only after Seighart was done raping his mouth did his drool leak down the side of his lips. His mouth quivered from the rough treatment, and not even Lass was able to control the quivering.

The raven-haired man gently lapped the spit up, going back to the gentle ministrations he had done earlier with his tongue. He let his hand off from Lass’ eyes as well, but the young boy didn’t dare – COULDN’T – open his eyes, either out of embarrassment or maybe because – MAYBE – he was drunk with Seighart’s treatment. It was as if he was drained of any form of resistance.

Seighart’s tongue moved downwards into his neck, licking and exploring the junction of his collarbone. Soft, kissing sounds made their way into his chest, where exposed buds of his nipples grew hard with every burning touch of Seighart’s lips and fingers.

“M-Master S-Seighart…this joke has g-gone too f-far…I-I’m sorry…please let gooo…” Lass moaned and wept, not liking being the receiving end of this prank. Not one bit at all. It was good, so terribly good. But it felt wrong.

He let out a throaty moan when Seighart’s expert tongue lapped his right nipple. All coherent thoughts turned to mush for at least a few seconds.

Lass’ body arched involuntarily at that moment, tugging at the magical bindings far too dangerously. His arching only exposed his sensitive buds more and allowed Seighart a better access to them.

He generously lapped the glistening buds with his tongue and grazed his teeth against them. Lass could not keep his moans to himself at that and finally let it out.

“Aaagh!” He breathed, eyes shut close from embarassment. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Damnit!”

And as if his body continued to be more treacherous than ever, his erection started to grow and began tugging at his silken, black boxers. Seighart, with him straddling the sweaty Lass, found it hard not to notice the tented garment.

Seighart, with a sticky trail of spit from his lips, assaulted Lass’ left nipple, but this time, his hand alighted on the pulsating tent and massaged the continuously growing erection in Lass’ boxers. There was that arrogant smirk again, as his tongue flicked the hard nipple, while Lass’ erection throbbed so hard that he could feel it against the silk.

“Ngghh….aaaaahhh….”

Lass panted heavily, as Seighart’s tongue and timely strokes on his erection proved too much for his defenses. He moved his own hips in accord with Seighart’s hand (as much as his bindings allowed) and rubbed it against his palm, moaning out in relief. Seighart, just for teasing, gripped on the shape of the erection tightly that it made Lass stop moving and made him pump slowly into the hand.

Seighart removed himself from straddling Lass and settled on the foot of the bed, as he laid down on his stomach. Lass appreciated the weight off his hips, but his mouth could only deliver choked gasps of pleasure from the sensory overload Seighart was giving him.

Both of Seighart’s hands now fell flat on the sides of Lass’ abdomen however, as Seighart littered small kisses on Lass’ stomach. His warm breath tickled the small hints of abs that protruded from the otherwise flat surface of Lass’ tummy.

Lass’ straining erection was by his shoulder but Seighart chose to pointedly ignore it for a while (a hard thing to do). He raised one leg of the boxers up just a bit and ran his tongue across the creamy white thighs that were exposed to his view, enjoying the tremors that ran across Lass’ body.

Unable to stand this awkward position, he unbelted his pants, took them off and was left with not a clothing on his body. Lass didn’t open his eyes at all, still trapped in a world of hazy pleasure induced by kisses and ministrations.

Sitting between Lass’ spread-eagled legs, he tore the boxers away, though the ripping sound went unnoticed by the owner. Seighart marveled at the length presented before him. Lass’ length was a sizeable one and worthy of mention, and the head was glistening with precum. Seighart had the tiny urge to compare and found himself satisfied when his length was just an inch longer than Lass’ seven inches.

He took hold of each of Lass’ feet and slung them over his shoulders. His proud length slid and nestled itself just between the junction of Lass’ right leg and his balls, and the sensation was tempting him.

“Ngh…M-master…S-Sie…” Lass huffed, finally opening his eyes in a tentative slit. He was surprised that both of them were nude, but he was too weary to express it, nor display any form of resistance.

“Call me, Lass.” Seighart grasped the boy’s left thigh and ran his tongue seductively across the creamy expanse of Lass’ leg while staring at Lass’ pained face.

“M-master Siegh-hart…” Lass jerked upwards, with his length twitching just a bit. Seighart’s length was suddenly enveloped in a fleshy tunnel between Lass’ balls and his right leg, and this made him gasp a bit.

“Just master…” Seighart finally paid attention to Lass’ cock, glistening with more precum. His thumb gently stroked the length; Seighart could feel blood flowing wildly through Lass’ dick. The boy was now panting heavily before him.

“N-nooo...can’t…” Lass moaned, wanting to jerk himself off, but was reminded of the magical bindings in his wrists.

“No?” Seighart tentatively licked the clear liquid with only the tip of his tongue. Lass bit his lip so hard that it started bleeding.

“Say it.” Another lick, while his fingers made erotic patters on Lass’ abdomen.

Blood flowed generously from a cut in his lip. Seighart made a mental note of licking that wound later.

“Still won’t?” The head disappeared into Seighart’s mouth, as his tongue lolled it around, sucking at it and licking it vigorously. The gentle vacuum caused more of the precum to come out in generous beads, which Seighart dutifully licked and swallowed while making satisfied sounds.

“Master!” That traitorous mouth finally spilled those words, before he let out another gasp. “Aaghh…”

“’attaboy.” Seighart smirked, and rewarded Lass by fully swallowing his length down to the back of his throat, until Seighart’s chin met with Lass’ scrunched up balls.

Seighart sucked at his length hard, that Lass thought all of his cum would spurge out, but it did nothing of that sort. His length slowly slid out of Seighart’s mouth, glistening with saliva, before Seighart sucked again, swallowing his length even further. The pressure of his mouth made Lass go mad.

“Move your hips.” Seighart ordered, even while Lass’ throbbing cock was wet in his mouth. “Pump into my mouth if you think you can.”

Lass did not need anymore goading, as his hips started a gentle rhythm, pumping his length steadily into Seighart’s waiting lips. His abdomen moved in a rippling rhythm, as his length continuously appeared and disappeared inside the man’s mouth.

“Why…” Lass pumped vigorously this time. “…are you doing this? Aren’t you…” This time his whole body joined in trying to get as much of his cock into that hot mouth. “…straight or something?”

Seighart did not grace those questions with an answer, but he slid his arms around Lass’ lower back and this time, bobbed his head up and down, sucking more enthusiastically this time. He raised Lass’ hips so much that Lass’ dick almost choked him, but he recovered almost as quickly.

“G-gonna come…” Lass arched his body forwards, unable to contain himself any longer. Seighart took it as a sign to take it out of his mouth just in time.

Lass groaned loudly just as his dick ejected quite a great amount of cum all over Seighart. The majority of his seed splattered all over the man’s chest however, and it took at least six seconds for Lass to empty his load all over Seighart. His milky-white cum slowly flowed downwards from his muscled chest to his rippled abs before disappearing a bit beneath a small tuft of curly pubic hair.

“Haah…aaahh…” Lass breathed heavily, staring at the amount of semen that still dripped from Seighart’s chest.

Seighart scooped up a large majority of the spooge however and coated his fingers with its stickiness and slipperiness.

Seighart gently laid himself on top of Lass and kissed him softly this time, on the lips. Lass had initially thought that he would taste his dick (whatever it would have tasted) but all he caught was a faint whiff of the wine earlier and the salty taste of his precum.

“Hey, Lass…” Seighart murmured, but it felt like a purr when he kissed Lass.

“Nh…” Lass replied in grunts, drained of coherency in thought.

“Your hands have been free ever since, you know.” Seighart slid his body over Lass’ provocatively, his length being the focus of the sliding. “And I’m still hard. Very hard.”

Seighart sat up spread eagled on his knees, while tugging Lass upwards. The boy, too weary to keep his balance, fell on his knees and crawled towards Seighart.

Lass finally had a good view of Seighart’s prized length. There was a slight curve on his well-muscled cock, and it was, for best description, meaty and thick. A small tuft of black curly hair that smelled of his spooge, graced the base of his penis, but Lass did not pay attention to it as he focused on the beads of precum that were on slit of Seighart’s large cock.

While all on fours, he took hold of Seighart’s length and raised his head to lap up the drops of precum. Seighart maneuvered himself under Lass who was crawling on all fours, and his dick did a one-eighty in Lass’ hold. Seighart was once again facing Lass’ dick upside down, which started to drip again of precum.

“You’re incredibly slutty, aren’t you?” Seighart murmured, as his tongue reached upwards, tasting the new wave of precum that leaked from Lass’ slowly growing dick again.

“Ngh…” Lass was busy holding on Seighart’s dick, licking the whole length with small licks here and there, occasionally sucking on the head to drain any precum that leaked through. That one lick sent delicious sensations coursing through his pleasure-sated nerves.

Seighart took hold of Lass’ dick and positioned it in his mouth. With his left arm, he ushered Lass down, swallowing his dick whole. His balls hung loosely near Seighart’s face. The man used his right hand (the one covered earlier in Lass’ spooge) and inserted his middle finger into the hole just above Lass’ balls.

Lass’ immediately bucked, his mouth going into an “Aaah…” enough to let even Seighart’s now-engorged cock to slip off of his mouth. The finger slowly twisted its way around the fleshy walls, as if searching for something.

“Nghh…ahhhh….” Lass drooled at the heat and the pain of the situation, his tongue occupying the immense length of Seighart’s meat, his length being pleasured by Seighart’s mouth, and his hole being filled by Seighart’s slick finger.

“Ooooh….t-there….” Lass cringed, as his hole puckered up even tighter when Seighart’s finger brushed a delicate spot inside of him. Seighart relished at the tightness encroaching his finger. God, how he loved virgins. He could articulately remember every encounter he had during the first century of his life, but he could not remember anyone who can match the tightness of this boy’s ass.

Seighart inserted another of his slicked finger, now anticipating when he could mercilessly fuck this delicious piece of ass. Lass suddenly lost all thoughts of sucking off Seighart, as he was slowly writhing in delicious carnal desires. He tried to push his ass deeper into Seighart’s fingers, and was rewarded with another stroke at that delicious patch of nerves that was his g-spot.

The last finger was inserted and Seighart made scissor-like movements to try and get Lass to loosen up a bit. His size was sure enough to rip the boy apart if he did not prep him well. Lass made a good job slicking his cock with his saliva, and his spooge made good lubricant. The boy was now making delicious sounds each and every time his fingers slid in and out of his ass hole.

“Ooh….ooh…t-there…that’s it…nghh….ah…” Lass mewled with heady pleasure, his ass making rhythms as if swallowing Seighart’s curious fingers. Lass knew he sounded like a whore, but as of this time, pleasure comes first before morals.

Seighart pulled himself up and stood on his knees, bringing Lass’ hip closer to his groin. He teased Lass’ hole with his dick and coated the entrance with a thin film of his precum, making it twitch as if wanting something to enter inside it.

“M-master Seighart…please…” Lass laid on the bed, panting and breathing heavily, moving his hips, wanting to impale himself in that glorious cock behind him.

Slowly, Seighart slid the head of his dick inside, slowly to make sure that Lass wasn’t in any pain. The boy beneath him cringed, but he urged on, the sensation of getting filled slowly occupying his mind.

“Sh-it…hurts…” Lass croaked at the first few inches.

Seighart pulled out, and impaled himself inside that tight hole again, making it get used to his size. With every inch disappearing inside Lass, the boy would mewl in pleasure and pain and would move just a bit.

Lass turned around, lying on his back, spread-eagled while Seighart’s cock was still inside him. The turning sensation tightened the walls of flesh around his dick, making Seighart curse in bliss.

“Fuck! You little tease – “ Seighart swore revenge, thrusting himself a few inches more than what Lass expected. With that last salvo, it was as if a wave of pleasure coursed from his groin throughout the entire length of his body, as Lass felt his prostate get stimulated by the massive length that was penetrating him from behind.

That last action tightened his hold on Seighart’s dick further, and Seighart found his plan backfiring. There was no way that Lass got his ass even tighter after all that loosening he did, but his dick felt like it was in a hot, fleshy tunnel that pumped him so tightly it couldn’t have been possible to do with any woman at all.

They took a few minutes to get their libidos under control, afraid any one of them will go over the edge of no return. Only the sound of the pants and grunts could be heard.

“T-thought you were straight?” Lass tried to talk of other things to get his mind away from his erection and the one up his ass.

“What?” Seighart panted, fixing the boy’s sweat-sopped hair. “Seen me do any girls?”

“H-heard you did…twelve. In this same room.” Lass tried to look disgusted, but he found it hard when there was an eight-inch dick up his ass.

“As far as you know, am I right?” Seighart laughed in a grunting fashion, adjusting his length and enjoying the little twitches of pain Lass made..

“W-wha…ngh…” Lass was bewildered, either from the sudden thrust or from the information.

“Oh, it’s not that hard planting suggestions inside your tiny brain, kid.” Seighart, with his cock still inside Lass, laid down on top of him. His face was a mere few inches above Lass.

“You goddamn better give a good expla-aaanation…” Lass spread himself further and slung his legs on top of Seighart’s lower back for inclination and support. Seighart laughed at the blooper in his voice.

“You thought that I was taking out girls every time I came back here, didn’t you?” Seighart murmured. “Those were merely ‘suggestions’ I planted. If you’ll ask anyone, you’ll find out I had never done that at all.”

“W-what?”

“Everything was done for me to get you in my bed. Your scent attracted me to you. You’re feisty, you’re foolhardy. You got the body, and the strength to back it up. Let’s say I was attracted to your energy as well and charisma.”

“I really wanted to fuck you so badly, Lass. I spent months earlier planting these little things, knowing this day would come. You didn’t fail my expectations one bit.”

“Now we’re here…” He moved. “Me…fucking you…” Thrusted just a bit, making Lass gasp. “You…just like an obedient little…bitch…”

Lass slung his arms behind Seighart’s neck, bringing him closer to him a few more inches, his voice dripping with venom now.

“Fuck you. You knew it was me all along earlier.” Lass never liked having been outpranked.

“Just as planned. Wasn’t ‘Làsel’ too obvious?” Seighart failed to get the warning signals however.

“You’ve…been playing with me since this morning.” Lass wanted to stab him, do anything with a blade…but he was powerless at the moment.

“I merely played with you, I did not play on you.”

“So…it was all a lie…” He could do nothing but tear up instead, Lass felt hot tears falling down. He was a mixed wreck earlier, and now it looked as if he was back to square one.

“April Fool’s, kid.”

“Fuck!” Lass wanted to struggle away. “I’m going!”

“Shut up!” Seighart held him down by the neck and kissed him hard, until he was left with no more tears. They only broke for air half a minute after.

“Why did you think I had to wait until 12 midnight, huh?”

“W-wha…”

“If I did what I’m doing to you right now a few hours earlier, it would’ve been one big joke. But I waited till April Fool’s Day was over.”

Seighart embraced Lass from beneath his back, and closed the distance between both of them again.

“And I think I’ve waited long enough.”

With those last words, Lass found himself trapped in those sinful lips again, as both of them held onto each other like their lives depended on it.

Seighart’s hips moved from a slow pumping rhythm that slowly grew fast with each interval of time, his dick hitting that spot inside Lass that made him go mad with pleasure with every brush. Seighart could feel his cock being milked furiously by hot walls of flesh, and this only encouraged him to go even faster and faster.

“Fuck Lass! You’re so fuckin’ tight!” Seighart teased the boy, as he slammed into him so hard that the bed creaked in its posts.

“Aagh….aaah….aahh….” Lass couldn’t think of any coherent reply, as he felt that he was on the pinnacle of pleasure, knowing he was being fucked senseless and fucked desperately by Seighart. “Damnit Seig, you’re fuckin’ dick’s the one that’s too big!”

He could feel flesh smacking flesh. He could feel Seighart’s excited balls hitting his butt. He could feel Seighart pumping his excited cock in tune with how he was fucking him right now. Seighart’s strong hand enveloped his cock and pumped him vigorously, as he was leaking more and more of his spunk onto his stomach, on the man’s hand, and onto the sheets of the bed.

“S…shit…can’t take…no…more…” Lass huffed. “G-gonna…come…”

Seighart didn’t answer, as he was busy concentrating on the delicious heat that was not only engulfing his cock, but the both of them now.

“AGH!” Lass screamed, as his dick ejaculated into Seighart’s hand, and on his stomach. A few gobs had reached his face and neck and flecked his lips with salty white.

The sudden climax increased the intensity of tightness inside Lass, and even Seighart was at his limit. The man let out a guttural “Fuck!” before he came inside Lass, filling the boy’s ass up with his cum.

“Nghh…” Seighart spurted his seed without reservations, his face betraying his cool façade earlier. He wanted to mark Lass, wanted to make sure that the boy was his then and there. He made sure that the boy accepted it.

“Ah….aah…” Lass moaned as he felt the hot liquid surging inside him, coating his walls and the dick that filled him. He continued milking Seighart’s dick, which refused to grow limp even after a minute of shooting out his spunk inside Lass.

“T-take…it out…” Lass murmured, too tired to raise his voice. Seighart acquiesced when he felt he couldn’t ejaculate any further, taking his impressive length out, glistening with his own essence. A few seconds after, his spunk flowed out of the tight hole, and onto the sheets, enough to form a small puddle of cum.

Seighart laid himself parallel to Lass, holding the boy into his arms. Lass for his credit, couldn’t say anything at all. It was his first time having full-blown, mind-numbing sex with anyone; much less Seighart.

“Wow…” Lass rasped, as Seighart took note he was half-awake. “…you’re still hard.” Lass noted something poking in his stomach, noticing the still-turgid length that twitched every slightly.

“So I am.” Seighart hummed, but was surprised when Lass pumped him. “Hey, you’re tired as it is.”

“I like holding you…” Lass purred, as he pumped Seighart faster and faster. “Just…shut up and let me jerk you off…”

“Lass…” Seighart kissed him on the lips as he was being pumped. Seighart was more surprised when Lass held their cocks together and stroked them together, feeling a moan through their kiss.

He gasped for air when both of them came again, coating their stomachs with their own cum. Lass finally surrendered to exhaustion and slept, using Seighart’s arm as a pillow. The man was pleasantly surprised at the boy’s stamina. He certainly made the ideal bed partner for him; someone who’s libido was also legendary.

Seighart succumbed to his own laziness and thought that he’ll clean both of them up in the morning.

He really did like Lass’ scent, among other things. Maybe if he could think of other things aside from sex whenever he was thinking about Lass, maybe…just maybe…love would be among them.

And that was no lie.

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Two things surprised Lass that morning when he woke up.

Knight Master had called an emergency meeting, so Lass was forced to report to the Throne Room.

He really couldn’t afford to show his hickey-covered body to everyone, so instead of wearing anything that usually revealed his slim chest and waist, he took the Saint Black uniform out of the trunk and wore them for the second time (first time was when he first got them and swore to never wear them again).

First thing that surprised him was Seighart.

That morning after, he found himself deposited in his own bed, in his own room; devoid of any evidence of the wonderful, fucking sex they had last night. Except the hickeys.

When he got out of his room that morning, he found Seighart waiting for him outside, in his Saint Black uniform as well. He was looking his cocky and arrogant self as usual, but there was a tint of gentleness when he saw Lass.

“Hey sweet.” Seighart kissed him gently and then took his hand, but unlike pulling him to walk, he waited for Lass to take the first step. “How’s my babe feelin’?”

“Like I can’t sit down for the next two weeks?” Lass feebly replied, eye twitching at the pain in his hips. “And what’s with the lame pet names?”

Seighart furrowed his brows. “Lass…I was serious about what I said last night.”

Lass groused. “Master Seighart, I just had some mind-blowing sex last night. You can’t expect me to remember anything that involved words.”

The man grinned at the “mind-blowing”. “As I said, I was thinking we should start sharing bedrooms now.”

Lass flicked him in the forehead. “Jerkwad. You never said those.”

“I still mean what I said.” Seighart snickered.

Lass didn’t even complain when he was swept off his feet and carried bridal style down the hallways. Seighart whistled nonchalantly with Lass falling dangerously close to sleeping in that familiar scent and warmth…

“We’re here!” Seighart cheerily announced, getting the attention of all the Knights, sans Amy, Knight Master and the Queen.

Lass yawned and stood up after Seighart nudged him.

He did not fail to miss the conniving smirks and the naughty looks everyone gave him however.

“Lass, you son of a bitch.” Elesis smirked. “You’re a fucking screamer who’s even louder than Ronan.”

Lire and Arme just laughed, as if nothing happened yesterday to them.

“Ronan wha?” Lass was about to ask but found a hand stopping him from doing so.

“Elesis decided it was fun if we had sex standing up and against the wall.” Ronan massaged the migraine on his head. “Please don’t ask what happened.”

Lass noticed Jin was wearing his Saint Black uniform too. Which was a wonder as Jin had the hobby of always trying to wear something that exposed his six-packs.

“’sup Jin?” Lass called for Jin. The younger knight hobbled towards him, a bit grouchy.

“Oh…hey…” Jin sounded depressed and worse for wear.

“You’re wearing…” Lass pointed at his clothes that clearly left him devoid of any form of skin.

“Go ask Ryan.” Jin turned red, and sighed.

Lass was about to turn and talk to Ryan, but the druid was surprisingly talking to Seighart. Ryan noticed and went near him. Seighart followed him, winking at Lass and making funny stick and hole hand signs. Lass gave him the middle finger.

“Remember dat’ Essence of Moonflower you gave me Lass?” Ryan replied, when Lass asked about Jin’s depression.

“Uhuh?”

“I gave two hours worth of it to ‘im. Said he wunted to try being a wuff.” Ryan narrated, wondering if Jin was listening.

Lass tried to put two and two together.

“He wuz pretty cool about it. Ripped his clothes off right after he became wolf and romped around.”

“He turned back into human and got himself exposed in public?” Lass rubbed his bottom, which was now emanating pain.

“Nah. Nothing of that sort.” Ryan shook his head. “We did it in my room and we spent the whole time d’ere.”

“So what happened?” Lass still couldn’t get it.

“Frankly, as a wuff, I was already in heat ever since that morning. But I knew how to control me’self thanks to years of experience.”

Lass was getting the picture. His face somehow contorted to someone in agony.

“Jin was a newbie to this though. A wolf in heat was a pretty bad thing. Coulda’ gone be’zerk or sumthin’. So I…sorta helped him.”

Lass took a glance at Jin, who looked like a lost sheep.

“Awkward. So he’s acting like this because you did him.”

Ryan rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“He’s the one in uncontrollable heat. I had him do me.”

Lass eyes goggled.

“Oooookaaaaay…”

Ryan continued his story.

“I rode him and had ‘im thoroughly fuck me. ‘e was mewling all that time, especially when I wuz havin’ ‘im inside me.”

“I…get the picture.” Lass smacked himself at the mental picture.

“Da’ reason he’s upset is because he…sorta liked it.”

Lass choked on his spit.

“No way?!”

“I know right? Poor little bugger is torn because he thinks he likes Amy but he also likes fucking me.”

Lass stroked his hypothetical goatee.

“Wait…he fucked you as a wolf.”

“That he did.” Ryan was eerily calm about the situation. “And while he was fucking me, we both reverted into human. And d’en even after that, he still insisted that he wanted ta’ fuck me! And he was the one riding me d’is time and was topping me all of a sudden. Jin’s got something to be proud of, himself yanno.“

From the corner, Jin’s face was already beet red.

“It was funny though. Next morning, when we woke up, he panicked and said something about going to his room and soaking his dick in boiling water or sum’thing.”

“Haha.” Lass laughed. “Well at least this April Fool’s was interesting. Hope everyone’s cool with me.”

Said persons laughed.

“Oh Lass, with all the sounds you made last night, we thought it was enough payment for all the trouble you caused.” Lire chortled.

“Not to mention being unable to sit for two weeks is probably enough punishment.” Arme added.

Lass made an unhappy face. He opened his eyes again when he felt someone hug him from behind though.

“Don’t worry love.” Seighart cooed. “I’ll take care of you for the next two weeks. The sooner you get better, the sooner I get to have sex with you again.”

“Oh that’s reassuring.” Lass groaned, but he glanced knowingly at Seighart. The man returned it with a cheesy grin and they both laughed at that.

April 2 was a good day. A good day indeed.

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