He'd found himself in a most unusual position; the man he'd met at the bar on his first night in the City of Rust had showed up. He wore a mask at first so he didn't recognize him, and frankly, he was surprised he even remembered who he was. People came and went in his life all the time. But this one...this man...he was different, somehow.

The strange part about where he was at, though, was that he was now in the arms of the man from the bar. When he'd destroyed the key of Hallowed Water, this man...Urick was his name...smiled and said how beautiful he looked in the light.

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Asher stared at him. "What did you just say?" Urick tilted his head a little and lowered his axe to the ground.

"I said you looked beautiful, Asher."

If he could've blushed, he would've. Asher knew that something was different about this man, but he hadn't quite figured it out until now. The way he looked at him. Those eyes...Those crystalline windows of the soul didn't reflect fear or pity, but curiosity and a strange admiration and possibly...fondness? He didn't even know this man!

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They'd went home together; well, to Urick's home, a small cabin hidden away from the cities and prying eyes. When Asher had asked, Urick said it was for the purpose of keeping himself under cover for reasons that wouldn't make sense to anyone else.

Pushing Asher down onto the soft, worn-out rug that lay in front of a fair-
sized fireplace, Urick lowered his lips to the cold, scarred skin that covered a bony shoulder. Asher felt a strange, tingling sensation wherever he felt lips on his skin, but even though it was foreign to him, he let the larger man administer his odd affections for him.

Both of them were completely devoid of shirts; they'd discarded them earlier when just friendly kissing was taking place, but after a particularly deep moment between them, Asher took the liberty of leading Urick to the fireplace to keep himself warm without having to wear so much clothes.

When both men had realized that modesty was not a key factor in their newfound relationship, they'd bared it all in confession with their reasons of immortality.

Surprisingly, Urick was not offended by the shocking sight of Asher's body; his skeletal structure wasn't exactly a sight for sore eyes. Urick just ran his fingers down Asher's ribcage and sighed slightly, muttering "So fragile..."

Asher was brought harshly out of his thought train when he felt a warm, calloused hand ghosting over his groin. Such an intrusion he'd never felt before, and he opened his eyes to stare confusedly at the man who was bold enough to do such a thing. Urick just smiled sweetly back.

"What are you doing, Urick...?" Asher's breath caught in his throat when he realized the larger man was pulling his pants down. Urick crawled over him and kissed his forehead.

"I want you to know what it's like to feel good. Really good," he whispered, his lips trailing across the top edge of Asher's ear, making a floaty feeling prominent in his stomach. The tingling made his ear twitch and he felt Urick grin against his skin.

The white-haired man moved back a little and sat back on his haunches, giving Asher a pleading look. "Will you let me, Asher? Will you let me--no, will you let yourself feel good?"

Something changed within Asher right then. Normally, he could read people like books. Clara had given him that aura of deceit, like she was always hiding something, like she was going to use him. Urick, however, gave no such feeling. Asher felt only a pleading hope and affection emanating from him. Slowly, he nodded and eased out of his pants. Feeling suddenly ashamed, naked, and vulnerable, Asher turned his head and stared into the fire.

"Asher...I won't force this on you. I want you to want it. I will not, however, force you to want it." Urick sat beside him and pulled him up into a blazingly warm hug. Asher felt the heat from the skin-on-skin contact, and immediately he felt safe.

Looking up at the man who for some reason was not at all afraid of him like so many others, Asher didn't want to break the gaze between them. Through his small daze, he heard Urick talk.

"I know what you're thinking...but I guess...it was love at first sight." Urick kissed him, and Asher felt the shame leaking out of his system. He eased himself back onto the soft rug and wrapped his arms around Urick's neck, pulling the man down with him.

After a moment of the lingering kiss, Urick lightly traced his hand down from Asher's jugular to the bone of his hip. Looking up into Asher's eyes for any sign of regret or willingness to stop, which his red-yellow eyes were void of, Urick smiled.

Asher clenched his eyes shut and tried to focus on something other than dirty thoughts, but when a warm hand enveloped his one most personal area, the jolt of adrenaline that burst through his system shoved all placid thoughts from his now lust-
fogged brain.

Just when Asher thought he was about to explode after what seemed like an eternity of that magical hand caressing his length like a lover, it stopped. He whimpered a little because he didn't want that feeling ever to end. Asher opened one eye and looked at Urick, who'd disappeared and returned a few seconds later with what looked like lotion on his hands, and his pants were mysteriously missing. The white-haired man offered him a gentle smile.

"You said you still felt pain...I don't want this to hurt you, even though it might a little at first..."

Asher nodded and looked back up at the ceiling. Why's he so nice to me...? And he brings out feelings in me that Clara never could...Maybe it's because he's a man and knows--

Jolted out of his thoughts yet again quite abruptly, Asher felt a slick, cold finger slide into a rather intimate opening in his body. He squirmed and half-sat up, looking at Urick with a fearful look in his eyes.

Urick leaned over and kissed him, easing his apprehension slightly, feeling the muscles relax around his finger, and he began to slightly pump it. Asher clenched his fists around the softness of the rug in discomfort, but the kiss he was receiving was helping to ease it slightly, so he closed his eyes. Until he felt another finger intruding into his anus.

Asher whimpered lightly and opened one eye, giving Urick a look of slight regret. Urick frowned and was about to remove his fingers when Asher felt the fingers inside him hit something that made him see stars behind eyes eyelids. He gripped Urick's arm tight and took a deep, quaking breath. Urick smiled a little in understanding.

"The wonders of the male body, right?" His voice sounded husky, as if the situation of intimacy between them had rattled his most basic bodily functions. Which was probably the case.

Asher let out a deep breath and laid half-back, his elbows keeping him propped up. He opened his need-filled eyes and gazed up at Urick, who leaned down to kiss him again, removing his fingers and positioning himself above Asher. He pulled away from the kiss and looked into the druid's eyes.

"Do you want me to stop, Asher?" Urick searched for the answer in Asher's yellow-red eyes, but found none. Asher, as if figuring that, shook his head slightly and smiled.

"I want this very much, Urick, please..." Asher bit his lip and rested his head against Urick's muscular shoulder, wrapping his arms around the man's torso. In compliance to Asher's plea, Urick pushed himself gradually into the roughly-prepared entrance of the druid he held close.

The icy feeling of the druid's insides enveloped his manhood and he couldn't help but to tense up slightly. Such a feeling was alien to him, and he knew such warmth from himself must've been quite strange to Asher as well.

Asher dug his claw-like nails into Urick's skin with the sudden stretching pain he felt tearing up his spine, but he bit his lip and held himself still against Urick. Urick kissed the tip of Asher's ear and whispered quiet encouragements to him, helping him relax his muscles, easing him into the situation and away from the pain he knew was inevitable for the poor druid.

After a few moments had passed, and the room was comfortably silent, Asher sighed and rocked his hips slightly against Urick's, feeling that amazing sensation shooting through his worn-out veins again. A strange heat crawled in an enticing drawl up his abdomen and torso, making its way to his long-since-beaten heart. The butterfly feeling in his stomach fluttered like he'd just fallen from Paradise and into an angel's arms.

Urick began to move against him, pushing himself in and slowly pulling himself back out, making Asher impatient.

"Please Urick..." Asher rasped. "Faster..."

Inhaling deeply and nodding through his lust-rattled mind, Urick laid Asher down onto the rug and quickened his pace, watching through hazy eyes as the beautiful druid tossed his head back in bliss, his frail back arching.

After a few minutes, Urick felt Asher's muscles clench around his length, and uttered a moaned "Asher" into the incredibly heated air, feeling himself explode off into bliss, the stars behind his eyes dancing with the love he knew he felt toward Asher.

The druid knew he was spent when he felt a liquid heat shoot up his spine, feeling his fingers and toes rapidly becoming numb, euphoria filling his orgasm-spent mind.

Careful not to collapse on top of the fragile elf, Urick lay next to him and pulled him close, running his battle-worn hands through Asher's long, silky black hair.

"Thank you for...showing me...how good I'm still able to feel...Urick..." Asher couldn't seem to catch his breath. Urick kissed the back of his neck and smiled against his skin.

"Thank you for opening up to me, Asher."