章 25: Chapter 25: To the North (V) Touching

Killian was confused and looked at Dante, having assumed he would have stopped the approach, before the man got this close to him.

Instead, it seemed as if the world came to a halt.

The hand that had been reaching out had stopped in the air and started trembling some, and the look on the man's face went from a stupid grin, to that of someone in pain, too afraid to move even slightly.

"Get your filthy hand away from him."

The voice was very low almost like a growl, the animosity in the tone was evident, and Killian was unable to see Dante's face that was turned towards the man.

"Y…yes," the man was squealing with a high-pitched tone, and Killian now saw it.

Dante had grabbed the man by the balls under the water, squeezing them in his bare hand, and if it wasn't because the man was already wet from the water, Killian would think the man was sweating.

Dante let go, and the man hunched over and moved away to leave the water completely, leaving for the changing room, with several other people giving him curious looks, not knowing what had happened to him.

"Finish up quick… Young Master".

Dante spat out the words, and turned to move over in front of Killian, placing each of his hands on the edge on either side of Killian, blocking him in behind some sort of human wall.

The closeness was awkward, and Killian tried to look anywhere but at Dante, though the body was towering over him, and he was fully aware of how close Dante was.

"Yes".

Killian didn't want to discuss it any further, and felt his skin crawl by the many new eyes now curious about the pair.

The water was steamy and he looked down concentrating on washing up faster, the warm air tickling his nose, when he noticed how close Dante was to him under the water surface.

It was as if the towel itself had moved towards him, and Killian took a second before he realized what it was and darted his eyes up at Dante.

Dante's face was red, and it seemed he was holding his breath trying to breathe in as little as possible, doing his utmost best not to look back at Killian.

"You are just as bad as that guy, aren't you"?

Killian meant it as a mean joke, pointing out Dante's state, and stepped in closer to him, the two towels now touching each other, and Killian could feel the hard rod that had lifted the soaked towel against himself, making his own stir.

"What?"

Killian could see the hurt and panicked face that immediately looked at him after hearing his words.

"You want to touch me too, don't you?"

Killian changed to a serious expression, no longer being playful, but wanting the other part to just admit it.

There was a short pause, and the deep breath of Dante let go of a low panting.

"I… I do".

The words were a confession, and Killian could tell Dante was struggling, but at the same time also seemed to be unable to remove himself from the position they were in.

"But you won't do it?"

Killian knew as always even in this situation, Dante wouldn't do anything more, and he couldn't help how his body was reacting, but instead trying to keep some self-control.

Killian was tired of playing cat and mouse, or whatever it was they had been doing for a while now, and placed his palm on Dante's chest, running his fingers down over the muscles, outlining them while making a mental image of the shapes, as he moved them down.

"It would be… wrong," Dante let out quickly, the touch of Killian's fingers on his wet skin, were already sending signals through his body, every inch of him trying to fight it, but his thing between his legs was betraying him, as it just became harder pressing in more, wanting to feel Killian's.

Killian leaned in more, his fingertips now gripping at the towel, undoing it easily, and moved his fingers down till the skin became hairy and his hand was stopped by the base of Dante's hard member.

Killian looked up and saw when Dante led out a deep groan at the touch, his arms still on each side of Killian, the knuckles of his hands deprived of blood as they were clenching hard onto the edge of the bath area.

Dante looked back at Killian with a guilty look, still not trying to touch Killian, but his eyes were glazed over and the damp warm air around them, seemed to make them breathe in heavier, as Killian continued brushing his hand over the shaft, taking it into his grip under the water, slowly jerking it in against himself.

"M…Master Killian".

Killian tightened the grip, silencing Dante who instead let out another groan, hunching over, bringing them closer.

The towel that was covering Killian's lower body was being pushed by the tip of Dante's dick as if it wanted what was hiding under it, and Killian was feeling the same rush as Dante spreading through his body.

He didn't mind when his towel got loose and uncovered his own member that even if smaller than Dante's was just as hard.

The two of them were panting hard, and Killian continued stroking Dante's dick, now up against his own, and was tempted to reach for those lips that were hovering over him, but resisted.

He could not lose out too Dante's self-control, and he had not forgotten they were still in a public bath.

They were hidden, or at least Killian was hidden from others behind the muscular body over him, and Dante had his back to the rest in the bath.

That is when it happened.

Dante stepped in closer, bringing Killian back up against the bath edge, pressing his giant thing up against Killian's, rubbing it with the rhythm Killian's hands were moving over the shaft.

The tip was caressing Killian,'s, whose hand was starting to weaken, his whole body feeling weak, but continued to jerk Dante, moving faster now under the water surface.

They stood like this for a while, both feeling the heat surrounding them, filling them to their core.

The sounds of Dante became deeper and hoarse and Killian felt how the rod in his hand tensed and released itself against his own thing, which very soon followed, cumming as well.

The two of them stood there panting for a while.

No one spoke the first word, and Killian didn't let go of Dante until his body gave in, the heat starting to make his head spin.

He felt like he was floating, and it was not until Dante grabbed him by his arm and steadied him when he was swaying.

"Let's get out… Master Killian".

Killian felt his body lift up from the water, and was groggy as he was helped back in his clothes, before they both left the place.

The cool air from the outside brought his mind back, and he hungrily breathed it in, enjoying the new light feeling in his body it was bringing him.

"Young Master?"

Dante looked at him with worry, and Killian noticed how he emphasized using 'Young Master' as if trying to redraw the line they had both just crossed.

'This guy is seriously stubborn,' Killian thought. They had both enjoyed and probably had even needed it, no reason to suddenly pretend it hadn't happened at all.

A small flicker of light appeared, and the little golden bird returned by Killian's side, instantly souring the look on Dante's face. It materialized a small note, that it left in Killian's hand, who didn't hesitate to stroke the small magical feathers of the bird.

"Thank you," Killian said to the little bird, commending its hard work as if it was alive, and it chirped happily back as if it was letting him know it was.

"You don't need that thing…" Dante grumpily voiced out.

"I do," was all Killian replied and steered towards the inn, leaving the conversation with that.

He went to their room and unfolded the note from Rayden, his heart beating a bit faster, hoping for some news.

'I hope this finds you well.

It seems I will be delayed in providing the information you needed, I have been delayed in the capital.'

That was all the note said, and Killian sighed disappointed, and laid back in the bed petting the bird in his hand.

"Why is he delayed?"

He asked the bird as if it understood him, but he only got a small happy chirp in return.

The bathhouse had left him with renewed energy, and the weary feeling from their travel had been shaken off.

"Let's see if anyone here knows what is going on in the capital".

He took out the half mask of his Joker persona, and as it was getting dark, sneaked out of the room and onto the streets of the town.

His coat and cane were all that others on the street were able to see in the shadows of the night, and his mask was hidden under the fabric of a hood.

The night was cold and his breath formed in the chilling air. He was aimlessly moving around on the street that was now full of closed stalls, and was mostly empty of people.

A bright light came from a window in one of the buildings ahead of him, followed by the noise of drunken excited people.

The sign of the place had an engraving of a steering wheel of a boat, with six coins around it. From what he knew of the area, they should not be anywhere near the ocean.

"The gambling Mermaid" Killian read the sign and lit up. A gambling den?

"This could be interesting".

Killian opened the door, seeing a big open room with sparkling lights, and people dressed in clothes from varied backgrounds.

He sat by the first table that had a seat open, and threw a few coins on the table, receiving 3 cards in return. Each card had a picture on it, 2 black knights and 1 fair lady.

'This seems like Find the Lady game from my old world,' He thought but was curious why he had been given the cards instead of being the finder.

A big man sat before him, and even with clothes, he recognized the man from the bathhouse that Dante had 'handled'.

He chuckled under his mask. "This will be fun".