Ok, before we begin, I'd just like to state my astonishment that I wrote this. No no, more like: I can't believe I wrote this, then put it online. eek
Also, I found out last night while writing this that there is actually truth to the anime cliche of perverts getting nosebleeds when thinking..pervy..thoughts.. Yeah, my nose started bleeding when I was writing this. I kid you not. And I never get nosebleeds! Weird..
Anyway, here it is. I didn't read it over because I'm lazy, so if there are mistakes.. Sue me. xp
Barton. A peaceful town, for the most part. Well guarded by the devoted, armor-clad Regulars, the small but busy place offered fine shops, clean streets, and a wide variety of strange people.
One such odd person, though he’d only been in Barton for a small amount of time, still managed to stand out against the rest, and as such, he’d caught the attention of most of Barton’s population.
Nicolae, the mysterious drifting merchant, with his wagon full of scams and cons of every kind, had quickly found himself on every Guard’s watch list while their Commander Leon plotted a way –any way– to either lock him up or run him out of town. However, one Guard found himself obsessed with the cocky drifter for another reason entirely.
Baldur was known throughout Barton as the person every woman wanted and every man wanted to be. He was handsome, strong, smart and rich. There was nothing he didn’t have, and nothing he couldn’t have if he decided he wanted it. And now, for the first time in a long time, he’d found something he wanted, and therefore was determined to have it.
It had started the night of his spectacular loss to the Animated, and after being healed by the rings his fellow Guards had been given, Baldur had, in his deep rut of self-pity, taken off his snazzy, custom-made armor, put his Ancient Katana(tm) back on the wall, and headed for the bar.
Taking a seat in the back, he ordered a large mug of ale and planned on spending the rest of the night drinking away the pain of being thrown from his high horse by a hoard off fluff balls.
Halfway through his fifth mug, he looked up to find someone sitting down across from him. A young man with wild auburn hair, green plaid cap, and silver-blue eyes that shone almost golden in the dim candlelight. Not someone Baldur recognized.
“Who’re you?” He grumbled, not wanting to be disturbed.
“Nicolae. I’m a merchant who just blew in not long ago.” The stranger said smoothly in a faintly accented voice. “I couldn’t help but notice that you look like someone who just had his a** handed to him by Animated, am I right?”
“Buzz off.” Baldur grunted.
Ignoring this, Nicolae leaned his elbows on the table and smiled a crafty smile that made Baldur feel like he might need more of his wits about him dealing with this strange person.
“You seem like an upstanding gent.” Nicolae continued. “Perhaps there’s something I can offer you something that would give you back that lost edge, eh?”
Baldur raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” He highly doubted it.
Nicolae stood up, walked around the table, and leaned down until the long piece of straw hanging from his mouth brushed against Baldur’s nose. “Perhaps we should discuss these matters someplace more..secluded?”
And so, somehow, Baldur found himself leading the strange young man back to his house, still wondering how he’d been tricked into paying Nicolae’s bill at the bar as well as his own.
“Make yourself comfortable.” Baldur muttered as he sat down on the luxurious couch, kicking off his boots as he did so.
He was starting to feel the effects of all the ale he’d ingested, and hoped to stay aware long enough to make sure the drifter wasn’t going to rob him blind. Leaning back against the couch as he sat down, he watched the drifter take off his black leather jacket and hang up his hat before walking over to sit down upon the coffee table in front of the sofa.
“So.” Baldur said. “What did you have in mind?”
Nicolae cocked his head to the side. “What do you want? I’m really not one for bragging, but I am a Jack of all Trades, so whatever your heart’s desire.. I’m most likely selling it.”
Baldur narrowed his eyes at the drifter, taking in the open white shirt, the tight pants, and the youthful features in the clearer light of his home, only to realize that this young man was actually very handsome. In fact he might have to worry about competition, if this Nicolae person decided to stick around.. But now all he could seem to focus on was that here in front of him was a “Jack of all Trades” offering him anything he wanted. Therefore the question was: What did he want?
Baldur stood up and hoped he wasn’t swaying as he looked down at the
handsome young man. “Nicolae.” He began.
“Call me Nicu.” The drifter purred. “All my best costumers do.”
“Nicu..” And before Baldur could question himself, he’d leaned down and pressed his lips to the other man’s. However, instead of the reaction he expected, like surprise or anger, Nicolae kissed him back. Pleased, Baldur wasted no time in yanking off Nicu’s shirt while the drifter’s nimble fingers took care of his own. At some point, the couch was remembered, the bedroom being too far away to bother with. After that, not much in the realm of coherency was said.
The next morning, Baldur found himself waking up on the couch with a hangover and a fuzzy memory of what all had happened the night before. As he pieced together his hazy recollections, he ate breakfast and determinedly fought back the headache.
Nicolae. The handsome young drifter. Baldur smirked to himself as he headed back out into town. It had been a long while since he’d ever wanted more than a single night with anyone, but the strange young man was addictive. It didn’t take much asking around before he discovered the location of Nicolae’s current residence by the West Gates. Walking up to wagon, Baldur stopped in front of the person who had so easily captured his attention.
“My.. Fancy meeting you here, Nicolae.” He began in his most suave tone, hoping that it wouldn’t look suspicious to show up so suddenly.
Nicu looked up from where he’d been lazing on the steps of his wagon. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Baldy..”
“Baldur.” The Guard corrected, deciding that his pride could wait. For now.
Stepping closer, Baldur leaned down to meet the drifter’s silver-blue eyes directly.
“Anyway. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you... in private.”
Nicolae smirked. “Step inside, then.” Getting up, he headed inside the wagon, followed closely by Baldur.
The moment the door closed, the Guard had yanked Nicu to him and crushed his lips against the smaller man’s.
In moments, their coats were on the floor and their shirts mostly unbuttoned. When they broke for much-needed air, Baldur knelt down and lifted the smaller man up onto the table. As one hand slid under Nicu’s thigh to move his long leg over Baldur’s shoulder, his other hand took hold of the younger man’s chin. Baldur looked up into the silver-blue eyes and smirked.
“I do believe that I like this little shop of yours, Nicolae.” He commented.
“It’s not a shop.” Nicu muttered back, a faint pout making it’s way across his kiss-swollen lips.
“Whatever.” Baldur chuckled as he began tugging Nicolae’s shirt from where he had it tucked into his pants. “I’m merely saying that I just might become a regular.”
Laying back upon the table, Nicu’s eyes flashed gold for a brief moment. “I aim to please.”
Outside, at least half the female population of Barton had their ears pressed against the windows and door of the wagon.
The pony snorted and shook it’s head.
*Blush* Yes, well.. There it is. Short but sweet. If inspiration hits, I might write a chapter two, or something.. I think my nose might start bleeding again, though.. ninja
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