Chương 7: The night we spent togather
The night came faster than Sigurd expected. The stories Nissa told him were captivating. He is looking forward to play with the snow in the winter that will come this year.
The food is finished and everyone goes to their room. Sigurd and Karlen are in front of Karlen's room. The feeling of regret is seen on Sigurd face. This situation was half his fault. He agreed to Lukas but that didn't mean he is ready to sleep in Karlen's room without having a little concern.
If it come to this, he decides to be bold and learn more about Karlen, how Lukas told him. The fact that Karlen was good at fighting and his body was an example of hard work makes Sigurd to give a try studying him.
Now, Karlen is opening the door and Sigurd follows him inside without a sound. The room is dark but Karlen lights the lamp next his bed that was on a smaller shelf. He has a fire place and a closet on the left wall. The room doesn't have a balcony which makes Sigurd feel like he is in a closed box. He is already missing his room. But, of course, this room isn't so bad either. The air is warmer and the bed is bigger. Sigurd is thinking that the veins that were on his balcony are not going to be here al all, which makes him a little proud that he escaped for at least a night without seeing them on the wall.
"Lukas said to sleep on the bed together."
Karlen is taking his boots off putting them neatly next the door. Sigurd is walking around the room with his boots on and decides to put his boots next to Karlen's after inspecting the room.
Both are on the edge of the bed. Sitting next to each other, Sigurd cuts the silence when he leans on the bed on his back making a crack sound. He turns towards Karlen who seems to be in thought.
Sigurd is curled and watches Karlen's back as he stays with his face in his hands, that are supported by his knees. His long hair is covering his face and the back which makes Sigurd curious how the hair feels at touch.
Sigurd stretches his hand and strokes the hair and his back muscles. Karlen flinches.
"Why are you leaving your hair this long?"
Karlen turns his head and smiles seeing Sigurd curled up like that admiring his hair. To him this was a rare sight of a cute awake Sigurd who was usually angry and against touching or more like against him.
"I don't know. I just let it to grow." His silent response is making his voice sound more hoarse than usual. His feminine yet masculine face is shadowed making it look dark and seductive. The lamp is lighting Sigurd face and his red hair shines a little. Karlen is leaning next to Sigurd on his back looking at the ceiling avoiding Sigurd's gaze.
"Tell me about yourself …. I am just doing what Lukas told me. I am not curious. I just want to see what I can learn from you."
Sigurd makes a serious face ready to listen to Karlen. The long-haired guy smiles stealthily.
"I was born in a normal family. My father is the Leader of the Army and my mom is staying at home. I have an older sister…. I work at the as the assistant of Madam Talis. She is the Leader of the Goods..."
"Did something happen when you were younger? Tell me something more interesting!" Sigurd interrupts Karlen.
"…. Nothing interesting happened." Karlen is furrowing his eyebrows and looks at Sigurd.
Sigurd is watching his worried look and the close distance between them makes him see clearer the tension pounded at his temple and the lips that grew thin and firm. He was hiding something.
'Even he hides something painful …...'
Sigurd feels the urge to touch him and tell him that it's fine, but stops wondering why was he feeling that. Is it maybe the fault of the close distance? Sigurd is swallowing his hidden intentions. His body gets hot and a shade of blush paints subtle his cheeks.
Karlen is turning his face upwards and breaths profound. There is no need to tell Sigurd about that. He will eventually find out from Nissa or Lukas. Is not like it was a secret. That incident was his fault. Sigurd will get further away from him if he tells him.
"Well, if you don't want to tell me is understandable ... You don't talk to much. Why are you talking so little?"
Sigurd is turning on his back and looks at the ceiling.
"Talking will not make me more understood by others. That's how I lived my life. It is useless to speak if others will still believe what they think."
"But what if someone will believe what you speak?"
"That someone will believe what he thinks in his head and tell me he understands me. He will lie."
"Do you not trust people?" Sigurd turns his head at Karlen.
"I trust them but I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself." Karlen's voice is calm but his face is blank.
"... I am your opposite."
"I know. You always say what you think. I find it interesting."
Karlen turns his head to Sigurd and looks him in the eye. Sigurd cuts the atmosphere.
"What do you mean? Do you try to say I am weird?"
"No."
Karlen is silent and looks at Sigurd who has his defensive mechanism on.
"See! That's what I hate about you! Why can't you explain yourself? I don't understand you!"
Sigurd is siting on his butt frowning and points at Karlen who is perplexed by what Sigurd said.
"That's way you are angry? I thought you hated me."
"Why would I hate you?! Your way of talking always makes me mad. Explain what you mean next time if you want me to be good to you."
"I can't promise that. I will try."
"If you explain what you mean others will know what you think. Even if they wouldn't believe you, why would that matter to you? You just say what you think. It's better than keeping it inside."
"You ended up teaching me."
Karlen smiles sweetly.
Sigurd turns around and gets out of the bed. His cheeks feel hot and his breath quickens. How can this guy have such a pretty face? His smile caught Sigurd by surprise.
Karlen gets up too and makes the bed.
Sigurd is turning to Karlen who seems to finish making the bed.
"I will go take my nightwear. Go to sleep!"
".... Fine. "He wants to ask Sigurd why he is red in his cheeks but stops.
In this moment Sigurd is happy that Karlen is not a big talker. He is taking his boots and, in a hurry, leaves the room.
He is in front of the closet and searches his night wear. His heart beats fast and his body feels hot. The smell of his blanket distracts him. He leaves the clothes on the ground and with trembling steps he reaches his bed. It was cold.
The air from outside is making him shiver. But the scent on the blanket makes his body get hotter and hotter. Was he having a fever? He smells the blanket and unconscious crawls in it covering himself up. The reason he came here was forgotten and his mind seems to be engrossed in the sweet scent.
He takes his pants off and his shirt. The heat makes him loose all his reason. He is touching his front and gasps for air. The pleasure is spreading up his spine and he continues to trace his front wildly. The sweat wets the bed along with the lubrifiant liquid his butt is producing. His back arches when he touches his hole. It fells weird. He puts in one finger and cums.
He trembles as he feels the air is not enough. The cold blanket is touching his nipples and his spread legs. He cums once again. The sensitivity increases the more he tries to get away from the itchy feeling that he is feeling inside.
In the same time, Karlen blinks and lights the lamp, lighting the room. Sigurd is not in the bed.
'Where is Sigurd?'
He decides to take the lamp and go after him.
He opens the door at his room and steps careful opens Sigurd's room.
The cold air combined with a sweet scent makes Karlen tremble and feel like a truck just hit him. He grips the handle of the door and tries to keep his head cool. With the lamp in front, he passes the room. The open closet with clothes spread around and the bed that is moving.
He gets closer. His lamp is put next to the lamp that was not lighting anymore.
"Sigurd…"
Just a moan is heard. He uncovers Sigurd. This is not a good move. He feels dizzy from the powerful scent and falls next to the bed. The edge is supporting his upper body. He shakes his head hoping to get hold of himself. He tries to stand up and cover Sigurd. The cold air awakens him fully and he remembers why he came here in the first place. He knows that if he doesn't move quickly the scent will make him lose his reason again.
Sigurd is lost in the heat. He trembles under the touch of Karlen who is taking him in his arms and hurries to take the lamp. Karlen is topless and his skin is turning Sigurd on more than he would have being in the bed, by himself. He moans and shivers while putting his hands around Karlen's neck.
"Kiss me…"
Sigurd is begging in Karlen's ear with his breath becoming more irregular.
Karlen is moving as quick as possible and he pushes the door of his room and looks at Sigurd who is now screaming.
"Kiss me! Hurry!"
"Shut up… wait a moment…"
Sigurd bits his neck and goes up with small kisses and marks. He is getting angry at Karlen who doesn't wan to open his mouth.
Karlen puts the lamp on the shelf.
The bed sounds like are giving his last breath when Karlen tosses Sigurd in it.
'He has no reason left…'
"I will kiss you now how much you want."
"I can't take it anymore ….!! "He whines.
Sigurd is stretching his arms towards Karlen who is enjoying the view. A Sigurd that is having his legs spread wide and his face that is begging for his kisses in a submissive way.
He touches his slim belly going up to his chest. Sigurd moans as Karlen teases his nipple. His mouth is covered by Karlen's lips. A kiss that lasts few moments leaves both breathless. Karlen's hand is sliding down teasing Sigurd's dick that is twitching uncontrollably.
Sigurd's moans are so erotic to Karlen. He wants to savor more of his lustful expressions …. find his sweet spots …. touch every part of his body.
Soon the wolf ears and tail pop out. His tail is brushing Karlen's leg as an invitation to fuck him already.
Karlen finds the ears cute. He licks and bites them roughly. Sigurd is arching his back and twitches more. Sigurd's belly feels so soft as he touches Karlen's chest. Along with his muted moans his body is covered by Karlen's who is ready to screw him over for enticing him.
He wraps his arms around Sigurd and caresses his mouth. He thrusts in one go and a muted moan is heard along with the cracking of the bed. Sigurd is panting swaying with the overpowering thrusts. Karlen is greedily rocking Sigurd's warm insides that pulsate around his stiff dick.
Sigurd clings to him and his ravished look makes Karlen nuzzle against his neck leaving kisses. They are insatiable.
Both cum as he is shoving one last time filling Sigurd's insides with his cum. Sigurd's spasms as the creamy cum heats his insides. His tears are wiped by Karlen who pulls out his dick. Sigurd closes his eyes as Karlen releases his aura to make him fall asleep. Tomorrow, he needs to be able to walk so one round was enough to calm Sigurd down to put him to sleep. He still is hot and trembles a little.
For Karlen that one round was not enough either. He moves around to distract himself.
Karlen cleans him and changes the bed sheets. He dresses him up and covers him with the blanket that is on the floor. Thankfully it is clean.
He cleans himself too and puts the bucket in his place.
Sigurd is still in his wolf form but not totally transformed.
Karlen kisses Sigurd on the forehead while he is in his arms. He wraps his hands more around Sigurd's body that is a little cold. Could it be because he stayed in his room too long? At least his heat passed.
Well, he was heated up by Karlen just few minutes ago. He wouldn't probably catch a cold.
'I want to protect you …'
He kisses Sigurd once again and closes his eyes. He can't fall asleep. His thoughts are a mess.
. . . .
A cabin in the woods. The entrance door was opened and the man entered in silence. He opened the door in his left side and a person was inside.
"I came."
"You took too long, Karlen."
"I am sorry."
"Where did you went after the party was over? Report the day."
The person was wearing a long lab coat and was busy mixing some substances. Karlen took an upright posture with his hands in front of him.
"I went to the room madam Yrsa prepared for me and in the morning, I left early since I wanted to awake myself from the drinks I had. The road was longer because I took more pauses."
"Are you sure you didn't slept with someone on the road? The marks on your body are visible through my glasses but not visible to other people. Your aura can't heal the light scars. Who did you slept with? A wolf?"
The person come closer and grabbed his shirt opening it uncovering his chest.
"You are right. I slept with a wolf."
"Who is the wolf?"
"Is …. "Karlen made a pause.
The person looked in his eyes and Karlen stiffened.
"Is Freya."
"If you say so. You know I care about you the most. Be a good boy and I will take care of you."
"Yes, madam."
The person left him be and sat on the chair next to the lab table. The substance turned white and it was put in some forms.
"It is good that you are good at one think. Killing without feeling nothing. You are like me. I am glad you work form me."
"Yes, madam."
"Just watching you kill makes me shiver. Remember the way you used your aura and raised those kids up in the air? The way you dropped them down and started to punch them? I liked most the way your feminine face looked when you killed them. I didn't feel any remorse nor hesitation. That's way I picked you."
The person giggled and turned to Karlen having a scary look.
"You will kill your next target in an interesting way, right? I will watch over you."
"Yes, madam."
"It's good that your parents don't suspect anything. They are fools."
"….."
The person who looked calm and slapped him.
"Where is my 'Yes, madam.'? I think I need to remind you again."
Karlen raised his head and looked at the person who just slapped him.
"Do you still love them? After abandoning you? Do you think they will accept you the way you are? The answer is simple: no. You know it to well. I keep my hand of them because you are such a good boy but if you disobey me, they will receive the punishment for abandoning you. I will feel hurt if you choose them over me. After all, I love you."
The person's cold face was giving another meaning to the words that were suppose to be told with an emotional look.
"You are right, madam."
"Good! The next mission …I will explain it to you quickly. Sit down!"
Karlen sat down on the chair that was in his left.
"The next target is Didrik. He is the current leader but he is old. I think is time for him to get out of the picture. I want him dead. I find no interest in playing with him."
Karlen swallowed as he tensed up.
"Don't worry! You will not fail. He will come to the camp. When he will be there, we will strike. Some hunters wouldn't be a match for us."
"I understand."
"You will go and stay at Yrsa's house. I want to know more about their son, Sigurd. We will kill two birds with one stone. Report to me if he turns out to be a wolf. If he will transform …. guess what will happen to him?"
"We need to kill him."
"You are smart...I want to be the next leader as fast as possible! This way you and me will discover a new face of the world that we now know."
"Yes, madam."
Karlen drunk the tea that madam gave him.
"The tea is containing poison."
Karlen putted the cup on the table.
"It was delicious."
"This joke does not work anymore. Anyway, you can start the mission in 1, 2, 3: Go!"
The madam counted using her fingers and when she said 'Go', Karlen stud up and with a bow he left the cabin.
"I wonder why did he lied…..."
The madam frowned and continued her work.
. . . . . . . .
Karlen is still awake and hears steps on the stairs.
'Must be Nissa ...'
Indeed, Nissa is the one who is coming upstairs. Waylin accompanies her. It was late in the night and they were whispering to each other.
"I want to sleep …." Nissa was leaning on Waylin, half asleep.
Lukas kept her awake till this hour and she couldn't turn him down. It was her favorite uncle who had the most fascinating stories.
"I told you to tell him that you want to sleep. Why are you leaning on me?"
"I can't do that! He will be upset plus I enjoyed myself."
The door of Nissa's room is few steps away. They are now passing next to Sigurd's door.
"What's with this smell?" Waylin is coughing.
Nissa is startled by what Waylin said and the sleep flies of her eyelashes in an instant.
"Come quickly!"
She drags Waylin inside her room and closes the door quickly.
"Sit on the bed. I will tell you something that you are not suppose to tell anyone. Understand?"
"You know that I take secrets to my grave."
She folds her legs and looks at Waylin who is sitting on the bed curious and anxious.
"You know that night when me and Karlen slept in Sigurd's room …. That night I saw Karlen sleeping with Sigurd in his arms and my brother had ears of a wolf, probably a tail too."
"You mean Sigurd transformed into a wolf?"
"Yea, but I don't think he knows that he is transforming. He is influenced by Karlen's pheromones. That's what I think."
"Well, the half transformation is a beginning and what you say makes sense. We transform when we want to. If he transformed in his sleep there's no way he knows. What are you planning to do?"
"For now, I will keep it secret. If he doesn't know is better this way. You know how is he…... reckless and if he knows he is a wolf that little bit of fear my mother put in him will disappear. You know what will happen? He will kill himself with his fearless and reckless behavior."
Nissa was serious and her voice was stern as she confessed her way of thinking.
"I don't like how serious you are. It makes me think that something tragic will happen whenever you are like this."
"I can't help it. It's my bro we talk about. I can't lose him again. This time I will give my best to keep him safe."
"I am with you in this."
Waylin gets closer and wraps his arms around the girl that was sad.
"Come here!"
He pats her back while his other hand is brushing her hair that was sticking out. He wanted to pull himself back when Nissa wraps her slender arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.
"Are you fine?"
"I …am ...fine."
She was not fine. Her sobbing and sniffling are making Waylin turn more towards her. He is pulling her closer and waits till she calms down.
"Look at me."
She lifts her face and looks at him. She's have runny nose and her eyes are red and teary. Her hair is sticking out more and her lower lip is upwards while her inner corners of eyebrows are raised.
"I can't lose ...him again …" Her voice is shaky and her breath is cut short making her lose more tears.
"You will not lose him again." Waylin is keeping her face between his palms.
"I don't believe you!" She looks at him in disbelief which makes Waylin roll his eyes.
"Of course, you don't! Why would you!" He pushes her face back in his chest and wraps her body with his arms.
"Cry how much you want. "He sighs.
Nissa is comfortable in his arms having her face between his pecs. She is ashamed of herself but finds it liberating to cry in his arms. His body heat reminds her of Sigurd before he died. He used to hug her like that and smile beautifully at her.
She leaves her tears fall and wants to cry till she would fall asleep. There weren't many factors that could make her feel like crying. She usually would cry to her heart's content once and for all. It seemed that the factor was Waylin himself.
The boy knew she wasn't the one to cry very often but when she did, it meant she had enough and needed to cry for everything sad that she remembers. She told him once; when she cried for the first time in his arms.
It is a cold night; the moon is shining in the room through the window-door of the balcony. Nissa is glued to Waylin's chest as he pulls the blanket to make space for them. He lifts Nissa a little and turns so that she is on top of him. He leans on the bed and pulls the blanket over them. Nissa doesn't want to get her head out of his chest so he assumes that she was embarrassed or wants to cry more. Soft sobbing is still heard as she intertwines her legs with his. Her body is on top of Waylin's but she was light. She is falling asleep as Waylin is silently patting her hair.
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