5 5) Together, alone

Seymore once loved a man, so beautiful, that he hardly believed it was fair. But the strangest part was that this beautiful creature loved him back, with all that he could muster.

Ruvaen was a pixie, that much like other pixies wanted to entertain and be loved. He loved the spotlight and was the head of the entertainment troupe that Seymore got into after moving away from his village.

The pixie was kind and charismatic, witted and skilled, but what most saw, was how outrageously beautiful he was. Elves and fairies would flock around him, harpies and serpents alike, but even creatures who didn't care about shallow things like beauty would glance his way too, when they thought no one else looked.

Seymore had always known that Ruvaen was beautiful, but mostly, he felt so grateful that the pixie was his friend. The other entertainers would belittle the troll, make fun of all his insecurities and make him feel stupid.

But not Ruvaen. When Seymore was down, he would take him away, looking at the stars at night and tell him all about life, as far as he knew it. Seymore would sit there, listen, and feel like the whole world was his oyster, and that he could do anything. That, was the beauty of Ruvaen.

All that was a long time ago, but he still remembered it all so clearly. He remembered how happy he had felt, that something finally worked for him. That someone could actually love him. Which made him all the sadder when he remembered how he had fled in the end.

Nite wasn't anything like Ruvaen. He wasn't beautiful, and he wasn't kind. Not in the same way, at least. But as time passed, it was harder for the troll to recall what had been so special about the ice-blue eyes, and it was all the easier to see the mahogany in front of him.

When he had awoken on his birthday from their nap together, Nite still in his arms, it was hard to ignore how hard his chest had pounded. It hadn't been his plan to fall for Nite, in fact, quite the opposite. He had merely indulged in Nite's sudden interest in him, careful about not getting too close, emotionally, to hurt the human.

But now he feared that he would be hurt. He had carefully lifted Nite that day, so he himself could get up and get dressed. As he promised, he hadn't left the library, he simply just sat and read silently, while Nite kept slumbering.

The book Seymore hadn't read before, was surprisingly rather erotic. He hadn't read many erotic novels in the past, but he hadn't expected the book to hit so close to his kinks. Trolls wrote pretty good porn, he thought mindlessly, as he read through the pages.

Since then, he had tried to distance himself a little from Nite, regarding his emotions. That was the biggest reason why he got up in the morning before Nite would wake up. The way he had looked when he woke up from his nap, had almost melted Seymore's tortured heart right then and there, and he tried to push away all those feelings he had had that evening.

Nite was so many things. But most of all, Seymore knew that the human shared more sides of himself than he had ever done with anyone else. There was something so sincere in the way he acted, so curious about the world, yet so knowledgeable about things he shouldn't be aware of.

Seymore admired him. In a way that felt somewhat familiar.

Although Nite had opened up a lot during the last months, he still suffered from many of his old mood swings. It seemed to trigger him every time his mother wrote to him, but Seymore never really learned much about the letters' contents. Every now and again he would mention something she had written to him or otherwise, but Seymore didn't pry, as Nite would often just shut down and remove himself from their conversation.

Besides that, every time Nite would hit a dry spot in his training, he would be so frustrated that Seymore heard shouting and explosions for hours before the sorcerer calmed down. He wanted to help him, but what could he do? His fear of magic was, in the end, bigger than his desire to help Nite to calm down.

While he dusted away in the hallways, he had plenty of time to think and dream and despise himself. He didn't remember it to be this hard to be in love, but on the other hand, it had been a while since last time, and this was all so different.

Trolls were simple creatures, he kept telling himself. It had been easy for all his brothers, and even easier for his sister, he thought. But on the other hand, Seymore wasn't like his siblings, and he had always known that life and love wouldn't be a breeze for him, like in the novels he read.

The few trolls he had been with, hadn't been great successes. While Seymore adored the beautiful features and pale complexion of his former lover, he was still very much attracted to his own kind as well, with broad hips and strong bodies, golden eyes, and green and brown colors. He had never been in doubt that he could be very happy with a troll wife, but it would also be very unlikely to find a female troll that would have found him attractive.

When he went back to the rundown part of the castle where Nite had his quarters, he couldn't hear snoring anymore. If Nite was in his room or his study chamber, Seymore didn't know, but he wasn't in the basement chamber as far as he was concerned. With that in mind, he went to the washroom to start doing laundry, while his thoughts mindlessly wandered anew…

… ,,What? I thought she told you?'' Nite said as he finished his breakfast. He read through his letter again, the one he received right before the troll's birthday.

,,Well… no. She didn't write much,'' he said slowly. ,,I don't know why I thought she remembered it,'' he shrugged as he cleared the table.

The Madam hadn't remembered Seymore's birthday after all, but Nite had requested that Seymore took a couple of days off. She denied it, and when he tried to spin it, so they both could leave the castle, she wrote to Seymore as well, reminding him of how important it was that Nite stayed at the castle.

,,… She should have,'' he said slowly. ,,You've been here for, what? 15 years?''

,,… 16, 17 next year, actually,'' he answered. ,,I don't really blame her. And my birthday was really nice, so… in the end, it was good that I couldn't go out,'' he smiled. Nite blinked a couple of times before he looked down at the letter again, but Seymore could see how hard it was for him not to smile.

,,Yerh, it was a pretty great day,'' he mumbled satisfied. ,,Have you read through the books yet?'' he asked as he looked up again. He followed the troll into the kitchen, where Seymore began washing dishes.

,,Not all of them,'' he assured him. He had already read through the fourth book, the one he didn't recognize at first. He didn't want to read that to Nite, as he felt the tension between them was big enough as of now, and he didn't want to give Nite weird ideas of trolls.

,,Well, if you ever run out of reading material, we could always go back to the library,'' he shrugged, trying to be casual about it. ,,I couldn't find any other books written in troll, but there's a lot of books, really!''

,,I might take you up on that offer later on,'' he smiled. It had only been two days since his birthday. Nite hadn't mentioned the library since, and nothing else had happened between them, other than their regular small talk.

Seymore wasn't sure if he preferred this way of never mentioning it, to the point where he would start to believe it was all some sort of weird dream, but it was indeed easier for him to tackle his feelings like this than if Nite persistently wanted to talk and touch at any given moment.

Sometimes his mind slipped. He thought about waking up by the sorcerer's side, give him a good morning kiss, and spend his days a little less rigid, a little less alone. For some reason, he thought a lot more about kissing Nite than he would have guessed. It felt weird, and made it all so much clearer that he should worry more about falling too hard himself, instead of if Nite fell for him.

,,Can I learn troll?'' he asked suddenly. It almost made Seymore jump with the sudden interruption of his thoughts.

,,… Troll is mostly growling. It's hard to read, if you don't speak it,'' he explained. He didn't want to explain further, scared that Nite would be aware of it if Seymore slipped into his mother tongue while too excited. He liked to have the little privacy that gave him.

,,… Growling?'' he asked confused. ,,Okay, then it might not be the easiest to read,'' he said slowly.

,,Are you interested in languages?'' he asked instead, and Nite nodded excitedly.

,,Yes! A lot of races try to protect their magic, by writing in their first language. Copies can be inaccurate, but many species also destroy any copies there might be of specific magic,'' he explained. ,,Of course I know the common language, but that's because that's all my mother was taught when she came here. She has taught me elvish, and I've taught myself some dwarven and a little mermish as well,'' he said proudly.

,,That's very good. You're very studious,'' he smiled. He didn't even think about it when he placed one of his big, heavy hands on top of the sorcerer's head, gently patting him. Nite seemed surprised, but didn't pull away. The troll, on the other hand, yanked his arm back as if he suddenly felt scolded. ,,My apologies,'' he said nervously.

,,Why are you apologizing? Silly troll,'' he smiled, grabbing Seymore's hand in both of his. He didn't say it, but Seymore felt it clearly. ,,I like to study magic. Aenamo is big, huge, and there's so much magic everywhere.'' He then looked carefully up at Seymore, so sincerely. ,,I wish you could understand how wonderful it all is.''

Seymore didn't reply, he just smiled. After gently squeezing Nite's hands, as he often did before he released himself from the younger man's grip, he slowly broke their contact and continued washing the dishes.

,,I hope you, at some point, will do great things with your magic, Nite,'' he smiled. Nite nodded, almost proudly, before he left the small kitchen while the troll looked after him. With time he had grown more used to this kind of ending to their conversations…

That night, Seymore woke up by gentle hands that shook him lightly. Like the last time he woke like this, the candle was lit, and the troll was confused for a moment before he realized who's hands it was.

,,Hm, what is it? Is everything alright, sir?'' Seymore asked sleepily. Nite sat down beside the troll on the mattress, as the troll suddenly realized why he was here.

,,Don't call me sir,'' he said sternly, before moving a little closer to the suddenly very awake troll. ,,You, uhm… You said I should just wake you, if I, ah… needed anything?'' he said slowly, as he without further notice took Seymore's hand and placed it on his thigh.

,,… That's right, I did say something like that,'' he mumbled, slightly stroking the soft, exposed skin. ,,Lay down,'' he said, moving to give the sorcerer space.

Nite happily did as told, removing his shirt in one fluid motion as he laid down, eagerly waiting to be touched. Not to Seymore's surprise, he was already hard and twitching at this point.

,,Do you even try to take care of it yourself, or have you just given up on that?'' Seymore said, more playfully than harsh. Nite panted but smiled regardless when the troll slowly began to lick his member.

,,Seymore, I touch myself, every day. If I didn't do so, I would wake you up every night, and that would take a toll on your body when you get up as early as you do,'' he explained, as a matter of fact. Seymore stopped in a motion, just looking dumfounded up at the small man in front of him. ,,What?'' he asked, slightly jerking his hips forward to get the older man to touch him again.

,,Well, that's very thoughtful of you,'' he smiled between licks. Nite moaned surprised but kept looking down at the troll. ,,But that's quite alright, Nite. You can wake me up, if you need to. Just give me a moment to figure out what's going on. I sleep better like this, anyway,'' he explained, before he finally took him into his mouth again, feeling the twitching organ fill his mouth.

,,Ah, I'll remember that,'' he panted, thrusting his hips against Seymore's open mouth. ,,It… it feels better this way, and it doesn't take as long,'' he moaned. ,,You're so much better at this,'' he said, closing his eyes and giving totally into his pleasure.

Seymore couldn't keep down the groan in the back of his throat. His big hands grabbed around Nite's tiny waist, pulling him closer to his hungry mouth. He kept him there, in his tight grip, slightly fondling his stomach, his legs, and ass.

,,Sl-slow down. I'm already so close,'' he whined. He hadn't warned him before, and surprisingly, he didn't do that now; he just wanted it to last longer. Seymore kept his big hands firmly on the small human's ass, pulling his head slightly away.

,,You don't wanna come yet? That's a shame. I want to taste you, so bad,'' he said, slightly growling as his eyes pierced into Nite's. The sorcerer whined, covering his face by the words as he suddenly jerked forward, before he came all over the troll's face. ,,Hormones,'' he growled before he began to lick his lips and wipe his face.

,,It's not fair,'' Nite whined, panting as he looked at the playful smile on the troll's face. ,,I wanted it to last. Then you say… lewd stuff, like that… fuck you,'' he whined, moaning as Seymore cleaned him off.

,,How long does it take when you do it yourself?'' he asked before he laid down beside the small man. He didn't start to undress, because he still wanted Nite to set the pace. While he hoped that the sorcerer would be as willing to please him as the other times, he would never dare to ask him for it.

,,I… I don't come,'' he panted, looking confused at Seymore. ,,I touch myself, just like… uhm, just like I did before you… touched me, the first time,'' he explained. ,,But I don't really come. It feels good, but then it just… stops working…'' he said, finally running his hands down the troll's big body.

,,Then I kind of understand why you come so easily. You work yourself up for days before you come here,'' he said slowly, feeling his own excitement as Nite pulled the troll's pants down, to reveal the leaking cock. He didn't get down between his legs, he just laid beside him, stroking him slowly at first.

,,Yerh, that might be why,'' he sighed, looking fondly down the troll's body. ,,Do you like it when I touch you? Or would you rather just do it yourself?'' he asked suddenly. ,,I know you don't have much privacy. But it's alright if you need time for yourself, if you-''

,,I prefer this,'' he interrupted, feeling his cock twitch in the sorcerer's long hands. ,,I have a little more control, in this aspect. You can tell me if you want me to hurry up, or if you want me to last longer,'' he panted, feeling the sorcerer tightening his grip a little.

,,Is that normal? That you can control it yourself?'' he asked, almost a little concerned.

,,Well, I don't know about humans. Not for trolls. We tend to go for more rounds, than lasting longer. But I… I've had a lot of training,'' he explained. ,,Focus more on the head. Like this,'' he said, curling his hand around Nite's to better guide him.

His hand wasn't as cold as it usually was. He seemed flustered, but excited, as he tried to mimic the troll's motions. With his other hand, Seymore grabbed around the base, holding it firmly while he helped Nite stroke him.

,,It's so big,'' Nite muttered, trying to keep up the pace. ,,Do you prefer if I use my mouth?'' he said, his big eyes looking almost hungrily at the troll again.

,,I like both,'' he panted but welcomed it as Nite went down between his legs. With one hand he held, tightly, around the base, just as Seymore had done before, and the other held the length while he licked up and down the shaft.

,,I want to learn,'' he said calmly, his lips soft against the leaking glans. ,,Guide me,'' he said. It wasn't a demand, he wasn't begging. It was just as matter-of-factly as Nite was.

,,Open wide. Put your tongue out,'' he said with his raspy voice. Seymore wasn't used to being the teacher like this, but a strange delight in being able to teach Nite to his own specific preferences, made it tingle unbearably. ,,Your grip is good. Move your hand slower, and all the way down,'' he said, groaning slightly as Nite began to suck him off again.

He liked this, he thought to himself. How interested and open Nite was about all of this. He was awkward and shy at times, but mostly he wanted to feel good, and he wanted Seymore to feel good as well. How he didn't find the troll disgusting or frightening, wondered and amazed him.

,,Tab my leg if you need air,'' he said, gently putting his hand on the back of Nite's head as he pressed him further down his cock. He held him there for a moment, just enjoying the look in the sorcerer's eyes, as he looked up at the troll with pure bliss. He gasped for air when Seymore finally let him go, but he went right back down as soon as his lungs were filled. ,,Damn it's good,'' he groaned, lightly thrusting against Nite's open mouth.

,,… Do it again,'' he moaned between sucks. ,,I want it all,'' he panted, trying to get more of the big cock into his mouth.

,,Greedy, aren't you? I like that,'' he growled, knowing Nite couldn't understand him. He held around Nite's face with both of his big hands, slowly pushing deeper and deeper into his throat, but still not able to get it that far down. He could feel the human's teeth scrape him slightly, knowing it would be impossible for him not to do so with the cock this far down his throat. Nite sputtered and gasped against the cock, drooling violently in the process. His eyes were teary but he didn't pull away, not even when Seymore let go of his face. ,,Hey, don't hurt yourself,'' he panted, pulling out of his mouth.

,,But it feels good,'' he protested, getting up on his knees and showing off how hard he already was again. ,,Seymore, put it back in, it feels so good,'' he whined.

,,… Lay down again,'' he said instead, gently puffing the human down onto the mattress when he protested.

,,No, I'm going to touch you, Seymore!'' he protested, before the troll fully stripped out of his pants, placing himself right above the human, while his own head was in front of Nite's hard member. ,,… Oh,'' he said, stretching his neck the slightest to reach the heavy cock again.

,,Yes, like that,'' he hummed, careful not to choke him. He preferred the position where he was on the bottom, but Nite didn't seem dissatisfied with the turn of events. ,,Horny teenagers,'' he growled before he began to suck Nite off anew. ,,Tap my leg for air,'' he said again, to remind Nite how to get the heavy troll off him.

Unlike the time in the library, Nite could hold his focus better on the troll while he sucked him off. He wondered if it would take him longer to come this time, but he could feel how eager the sorcerer became every time he thrusted forward, as far down his throat as he could. Nite's hands jerked the troll off furiously, while his tongue danced across the sensitive skin.

,,Can I come, Nite? Stars, your mouth feels good,'' he groaned. He only pulled out so the sorcerer would be able to answer.

,,By Am, yes. Come in my mouth,'' he moaned. Seymore got up on his knees, before he squatted over the small human, grabbed his head, and guided him down his cock.

,,It'll be a second, I promise, just relax,'' he panted, thrusting forward in fast, short motions. Nite's body jerked violently underneath him. He could hear him moan against his cock, but he didn't seem to dislike being held in place like this. ,,Open wide,'' he moaned, lifting himself slightly to not choke the sorcerer when he came.

It wasn't as easy to aim as he had thought, so even though Nite's mouth was wide open, his whole face got covered. It only seemed to turn him on even more, because he beggingly guided Seymore's hand down to his dick again, while the troll continued to ride out his own orgasm.

,,You like it all over your face?'' Seymore asked while he began to stroke the human again.

,,Yes,'' he whined, gulping down intensely. ,,I'm so fucking horny,'' he moaned, thrusting against the troll's big hand.

,,I can see that,'' he smiled. His other hand went down the sorcerer's body, calmly caressing the perky nipples. As expected, he was sensitive there, too.

,,I feel so dirty,'' he moaned. ,,Your scent, your taste, all over me,'' he blabbered, grabbing the troll's arm, as if he needed it to keep himself steady.

,,I see you don't mind the taste so much anymore,'' he smirked. ,,Damn, you're leaking. You're close, aren't you?'' he panted, looking down at the nodding human.

,,Yes,'' he moaned. ,,I-in your mouth. Please, I want to come in your mouth,'' he moaned. Seymore leaned down, sucking firmly until he heard the young man moan louder, and he felt the familiar jerking forward as Nite came, filling the troll's mouth.

They laid down beside each other, both still panting slightly. The scent of sex filled the room, and Seymore was aware of how dirty both his mattress and he himself was at this point, but he just laid there, feeling light and almost happy, but definitely relaxed. Nite wiped his face, a tired gaze in his eyes as he looked over at the troll.

,,Can I come back tomorrow?'' he whispered, making Seymore chuckle slightly.

,,Yerh. Wake me up, anytime,'' he whispered back.

Hesitantly, Nite came a little closer, trying to hug the troll. Seymore didn't stop him, he just laid there, feeling the human's skinny arms around his body. He let him lay there until he could hear the light snoring, that he knew meant that Nite was asleep. Then he untangled himself, covering up the sorcerer with his blanket and blowing out the candle, as he laid back beside him, his back against his.

Nite came back the next night. And the night after that. Then it took him two days before he woke the troll up again. He never mentioned it during the day, but it was clear that he was much more comfortable with the troll now, than before. He wasn't as angry and even when things didn't work out for him, he wouldn't be as down or hard on himself. While his mood swings still were there, and it still made Seymore flee when too overwhelming, it wasn't as bad as before the Madam had left.

Seymore didn't know why he so often wanted to cuddle up against the sorcerer, or why he wanted to kiss him so badly. He didn't know why he refused to do so, either. Maybe he was afraid to lose control and hurt the human if he indulged too much into his feelings and lust? Or maybe he feared to be hurt himself when Nite at some point would wake up and realize how stupid it all was. How he didn't want to be with a troll, after all, and why Seymore was just as selfish as he himself knew he was…

Some weeks after his birthday, Nite convinced Seymore to go back to the library with him. The troll had mentioned in passing conversations that he had read through his books, and the younger man had insisted that he took a break to explore the library with him. And while Nite wasn't particularly interested in fiction, he still looked around the enormous place, trying to find something that would pique his interest.

It wasn't hard for Seymore to find books to read. He had read a lot during his time in the Center Isles, and he found many books he remembered from that time. He felt rather content like this, winding down in the soft, pillow-like chair, with the human by his side as they both just sat and read for themselves.

,,I don't really understand the point of fiction,'' Nite proclaimed, reading through his book. ,,If it isn't facts, what do I learn from it?'' he said, an almost worried look in his eyes.

,,You don't have to learn at every given moment of the day, Nite,'' Seymore said calmly. ,,We're on a break. Fiction is like escapism. You can indulge into another world, for a few moments,'' he explained. ,,Besides, maybe you do learn something. About yourself, about others. Just because it's a fictive scenario, the feelings can be real.''

,,… So, what's the point of romance?'' he asked out of nowhere. It took Seymore a minute to figure out he meant the genre, as his heart nearly skipped a beat. ,,I mean… I don't get it? Wouldn't you rather experience it, than read about it?'' he asked, still looking into the book.

,,… Well, it's like most genres, I guess. Sometimes, things like that can be nice and easy to read about,'' he said slowly. ,,Why did you pick a romance novel?'' he asked curiously.

,,Well, it was hard to tell it was about romance. The book is green. For some reason, I thought it would have something to do with nature or such,'' he grimaced. ,,And it's not bad, but I don't really get it, you know?'' he said, turning the page.

,,What don't you get?'' he asked, a little absentminded.

,,I don't get why these people kiss all the time,'' he said, not noticing how flustered the troll suddenly got. ,,I mean… Is that something you normally do? We don't kiss.'' The words hang in the air, making the troll's heart pound unbearably. He was sure Nite could hear it, but if he could, he ignored it.

,,… Kissing is very intimate, for many people…'' he said slowly, refusing to look up from his book again.

,,… But… the other stuff isn't? I mean, mutual masturbation, or whatever you would call it?'' he asked, glancing up at the troll.

,,Yes, it's also intimate, but… in another way, I guess. I've… uhm, I've wooed more people than I've kissed,'' he said, finally closing the book as Nite silently studied him. ,,I've only kissed my past lovers,'' he explained. Nite's brows furrowed, almost concerned again.

,,… Aren't we lovers, Seymore?'' he asked. The words hang in the air, echoing in his ears. Nite didn't seem hurt, he had just met something he couldn't quite figure out. The older man cleared his throat, stretching his back a little.

,,Being lovers, for me at least, requires… romantic feelings,'' he said slowly. ,,While some would call it a lover, if you have any intimate contact… I don't. I've only called my boy- or girlfriends lovers. And that has only been with… You know, people I wanted to build a life together with. People I hoped I would stay with, growing old together with, and the likes of that,'' he said shakenly.

Nite closed his own book, eyeing the troll concerned. He still didn't look hurt, but he looked just as anxious as when he had asked Seymore about troll hibernation.

,,… So, when do you leave?'' Nite finally asked, his eyes never leaving the now confused troll.

,,I… what? I'm not leaving?'' he said surprised.

,,… But you don't plan to stay here, with me, either, am I wrong?'' he asked. ,,I don't… think I get it. I… I thought we were lovers,'' he admitted.

Seymore sat silently for a moment, wondering how to explain what he meant. Nite had never had a father, never seen a pair of people before. He wondered if he would feel rejected. And he felt tempted to just be Nite's lover, for a moment, whatever he put into that word. He couldn't imagine that Nite really felt romantic feelings, as much as his hormones just raced around.

,,… We're not lovers,'' the troll finally said, firmly. ,,What we're doing is for pleasure. That's not the same as love,'' he said, slowly standing up. ,,… If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work now,'' he said, heading towards the door, but Nite grabbed his hand. Without even thinking about it, Seymore wretched himself loose of the sorcerer's grip, looking back at the young man's surprised gaze. ,,What?''

,,… Nothing,'' he said, looking down. His gaze was hard. Just as hard and hurt as when he talked with his mother. Seymore felt dizzy at the sight, suddenly unsure what was happening. He regretted pulling away, but when he tried to reach for the sorcerer, he stormed by him, leaving him alone in the library, as he otherwise had forbidden him.

Nite didn't speak with him for the rest of the day. He didn't visit Seymore's room at night, and he didn't greet him the next morning, either. When lunch came, he spoke to him as if nothing had happened, but ignored him or interrupted him every time Seymore tried to explain himself.

,,There's nothing to talk about,'' he shrugged and left to study as usual.

That night he visited him anew, not even bothered to wait for the troll to be fully awake before he undressed himself and awaited to be touched. But as he did, as soon as he came, he was all over the troll, no hesitations or malice in his actions.

He didn't ask about lovers again, and he didn't ask about kissing, either. A part of Seymore resented himself, because, in some way or another, he had hurt Nite, he knew that. He came to realize, while Nite maybe didn't understand the concept of love, he did care deeply for the troll, and most of all, he wanted to keep Seymore here, at the castle, with himself.

If it was some sort of revenge, he didn't know. Like to say, if he had to stay, Seymore did as well. Being trapped at the castle with the young man didn't sound like an unpleasant fate, he thought, but it could only exist in a vacuum, where the Madam wouldn't return.

And at some point, she would. He knew and dreaded that. He hadn't expected to feel like that, but the more time he spent with Nite, the more he realized how much he reminded him of a younger version of himself; trapped in a society he didn't fit into, with a family that didn't understand him.

One night, he sat down at the table in the big dining hall, the last place he had seen Willa. Everything looked like it had looked that day before he had set the table, as if time hadn't passed at all. The chandelier was fixed; he guessed she had done that after he left her that night. He wondered if she was mad at him, after he defended her son.

But wasn't that what she had wanted? That he would care for and guard her son, while she was away? Was it because she feared Nite was in danger, or more likely because she couldn't control him herself? He had so many questions, but only one knew the answers, it seemed. Nite didn't know why he couldn't leave the castle, and Seymore had no clue what to tell him when he kept asking for just one reason.

He sighed lightly before he placed the inked feather on the paper that he had brought with him. Would she respond? Would she even care that Seymore wrote to her, now? He didn't know, but in the end, his drive for an answer and his curiosity was stronger.

He wrote, with shaky, barely readable letters:

For Willa Greenlight

My apologies for not writing back sooner. I'm happy to report that your son has stayed at the castle ever since you left, with no attempts of escaping, my birthday included.

He does ask a lot of questions. Mostly about why he can't leave the castle. I'm unsure what to tell him.

It has come to my attention that I can't escort him out of the castle, either. Do you fear he would try to escape me? Or is the young man sick? I don't fear for my own well-being, but I fear for his. If his isolation has something to do with his health, is there anything I need to be attentive about?

I know it's not my place to snoop. I mean no disrespect. And I'm aware that I'll probably not get a solid answer, but I do want to care for my young Master to the best of my abilities, and I feel it would help us both greatly with some knowledge of his house arrest.

Otherwise, he is continuing his studies, as far as I know. He doesn't treat me badly, don't fear so. I tend to the castle as usual.

I'm aware we didn't part on the best terms. Although I have no place to speak to you like that, I stand by what I said…

He stopped, looked at the words, before he crossed out the last sentence. He didn't want to go that route. Instead, he wrote 'I'm sorry. I hope you bear me no ill will, I just tried to help your son', before he signed it. Then he copied the whole thing to another piece of paper, without the ink spills and the crossed-out sentence, before signing it again. He let it dry, then folded the papers and put them in his back pocket, before he went back to his room.

He laid down on his mattress, his candle still lit, as he read through the raunchy troll book that Nite accidentally had given him. He knew all the good pages a little too well, at this point. While he rarely touched himself now, he still liked to get a little hot and bothered, before Nite hopefully would visit his room.

The words were simple, the scenarios likewise. The man tried, endlessly, to win over the woman in the story, and unlike other trolls he had been with, she didn't just throw herself at him. He would flirt and tease her, almost get what he wanted, before pulling away to build the mood. But when they finally got together, it was like how trolls liked to fuck; hard and intense, biting, scratching, kisses and noises so detailed described, that he could easily remember how it had been to be with troll women.

His first, brief girlfriend, had been rather kind towards him, up until they had sex. Seymore had been around 17, she was a couple of years older. She hadn't been impressed with his size, and he could barely hold it a few minutes before he came. It was messy and embarrassing, and she dumped him just a few days afterward.

After that, he had been with a couple of trolls, but not that many. He liked when they had the control and just used him as some sort of sex toy, how rough they could be, and how many love-marks he would have afterward, but they rarely wanted to meet up again.

He would have liked to be like the troll in the book, experienced and rough enough to tame a troll, but every aspect of Seymore was too small to dominate a female troll in heat. He knew very well that a smaller creature could dominate a bigger one, because Ruvaen liked to play those kinds of games with him, but back then, Seymore had also been very willing to be in a submissive position.

He missed that, sometimes. Being at the mercy of the small pixie, all the while he could do whatever he pleased with him. He didn't dislike teaching Nite how to touch him, or exploring the fair skin himself, but he missed the somewhat submissive role, he had often had with men.

As he read through his favorite parts, he couldn't help but feel excited. He absentmindedly touched himself through his pants, feeling hot and bothered already. He didn't really notice anything around him, escaping peacefully into his book, his breath a little heavier at this point.

,,… Uhm, is it a good book?'' he suddenly heard beside him. He hadn't even been aware that Nite had gone down into the room, and now the young man stood beside him, looking curious and flustered from the troll to the book. ,,… Wasn't it one of those I gave you?'' he asked, rather excited suddenly.

,,You surprised me,'' he said, trying to steady himself. He was still hard, but Nite had seemingly forgotten all about it. ,,… Yes, it's one of the books from you,'' he smiled, showing it off to the sorcerer.

,,Is it good? I mean… ahm, I guess it's useful?'' he chuckled, as he sat down beside the troll, rather close. He looked at the words but didn't recognize any, it seemed. ,,Is it… a sex book?'' he asked slowly.

,,Surprisingly, yes. I didn't really think that trolls would write erotic novels, but yet, here I am,'' he chuckled, laying down and closing the book before he turned his full attention towards the sorcerer. ,,Did I disturb you? It's not that late, is it?'' he asked.

,,Well, I just… heard you breathe rather heavily. I didn't mean to sneak around, but, ahm… You've said it feels better when we… do it together, than when you're alone, so…'' he tried, laying down beside him. ,,Do you need a hand?'' he smirked.

,,Wouldn't say no to that,'' he mumbled, lightly tucking in the sorcerer's clothes.

,,What's the book about? I mean, what excites you so much about it?'' he smiled, kicking off his pants.

,,Well, it's hard to explain. It reminds me… of having sex with troll women,'' he shrugged, feeling Nite's gentle hand on his thigh.

,,Have you had many troll partners?'' he asked, pulling down the troll's pants. Seymore panted slightly at the cool air against his skin, before he began to undress the younger man.

,,Yes and no. I've been with more trolls than any other race, but most of my partners haven't been trolls, if that makes sense. Most of the women I've been with have been trolls, though,'' he explained, removing his shirt.

,,… Have you ever… like this… with another male troll?'' he asked hesitantly, but Seymore just shook his head.

,,I've never met another male troll who would be interested in that. They probably exist, but they don't talk much about it, I guess,'' he said, feeling Nite grind his cock against the troll's heavier member. He nodded and leaned in over the older male, suddenly very much in control.

,,… Will you read it for me?'' he whispered, nodding towards the book. ,,To teach me how trolls like it?'' he suggested.

,,… No,'' he said calmly. Nite was about to protest, when Seymore gently placed a finger against his lips, angering the sorcerer, it seemed. ,,I like that you touch me, Nite. Not because I'm a troll, not because you touch me a way trolls like it, but because you touch me how I like it,'' he smiled.

He was about to protest again, when Seymore calmly held around his small body, flipped them around so Nite was underneath him, and began to suck on the small, firm nipples. The sorcerer shrieked, before he moaned, silently guiding Seymore's hand down to his stiff cock again.

,,You wouldn't be able to handle how trolls fuck,'' he growled against the sorcerer's chest. ,,Come, let me suck you off,'' he said, grabbing him by the waist and holding him up to his mouth, making Nite swing his legs tightly around the troll's broad shoulders.

,,No fair!'' he hissed. ,,Come on, I want to know more about that stupid book! What do they do?'' he whined, moaning when Seymore sucked him in deeply.

He didn't answer, he just kept sucking him off. His hands grabbed around the human's small, firm ass, and suddenly, he got a strange desire to show him exactly how trolls fucked.

He barely thought about it, as he spread the sorcerer's ass cheeks and mindlessly let his thumb caress the entrance. Nite squeaked, jerked weirdly to the side and fell down onto the mattress, looking flustered and confused up at the troll again, while Seymore regretted ruining the moment.

,,Wh-why did you… Why would you… What are you doing?'' he asked as he sat up again.

,,I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!'' he said hastily. ,,Shhh, it's okay, forget it, let me-''

,,No, what did you do? Why would you try to… put your… in my ass?'' he asked confused, grabbing around his ass slightly.

,,… I didn't think about it, of course, I should ask first…'' he said apologetically. ,,I wouldn't put it in. I would just… massage it,'' he tried. ,,Or, I guess… If you had liked that, I would probably have put it in…'' he admitted.

,,… Ew,'' he said, chuckling suddenly. ,,Why?'' he asked again.

,,… Ahm, some people enjoy that,'' he tried. ,,Like, there's a… a spot? Up there? It can feel really nice, but you know, I don't have to do that, I was just…'' he began, but Nite cut him off again.

,,Wait, hold on,'' he said, trying to understand the concept. ,,But what about… uhm, I'm… aren't I dirty?'' he chuckled, blushing slightly.

,,Well that's a risk… Normally I would shower first, before… yerh. And of course, I wouldn't hurt you. I would be careful. Some kind of lubricant would probably be nice, too,'' he mumbled.

,,Just a minute!'' he said, standing up so suddenly that it surprised the troll. Nite almost ran out of the room, and Seymore wondered if he had scared him off that badly.

He should have asked, but he didn't know why he suddenly got that strange desire to explore anal penetration with the sorcerer. While he had been in positions where he wanted to fuck men, he had rarely wanted to just finger them. And while he didn't dislike the thought of pinning the smaller man down, fucking him as deep as he would be able to, he just wanted to touch and tease Nite, as to see if he would be as sensitive there as everywhere else.

Maybe he secretly wanted to touch him there, because he wanted to be touched like that himself. He couldn't imagine Nite as a top, but he would in no way hesitate if the young man had ever proposed the idea. Then again, it didn't look like Nite knew anything about anal, and really, how would he? Seymore was his only source of information on the topic, and he didn't really feel like it was his place to introduce him to stuff like that.

After about fifteen minutes, Seymore's hopes about continuing the night were fading. He sighed as he began to put his pants back on, but stopped in a motion as he heard the faint footsteps coming closer again.

And there he was, rosy cheeks and a slightly flustered look in his mahogany eyes. He had left without his clothes, but his skin was damp, and around his waist, he wore a towel. To Seymore's surprise, he smelled slightly fruity.

,,I tried to hurry,'' he said flustered as he went down into the room again. ,,Are you… on your way to bed?'' he asked, as he saw the half-dressed troll.

,,Oh, ahm, no. I didn't think you'd come back,'' he said, kicking his pants off again. ,,I didn't mean to startle you like that,'' he apologized.

,,That's alright,'' he smiled. ,,I'm ready. And… I needed this,'' he said, slowly handing Seymore the lubricant, something clear and jelly-like. ,,I, uhm… I use it when my skin is too dry,'' he explained, still rather flustered. Seymore looked down at the bottle in his hand, suddenly feeling rather tense again.

,,Are you sure this is okay? I don't need it, if you don't want to do it,'' he said as Nite laid down, removing the towel as he did so.

,,It's alright, Seymore. I trust you,'' he mumbled, lifting his legs into the air, spreading his ass out while still looking up at the ceiling.

Had Seymore been as careless as in his youth, he wouldn't have hesitated at the sight of the young man, spreading himself out for him. He shortly forgot that he only wanted to use his fingers, as his cock twitched and ached at the sight. Oh, how he wanted to see those flushed cheeks and those big eyes look up at him, as he would push himself inside…

But he didn't. Because unlike Seymore's first time with a man, Nite had never touched himself like that, and Seymore was much bigger than Ruvaen had been. He would rip him apart.

,,… You think too highly of me,'' he said slowly. The sorcerer suddenly sat up again, his face still red, but his eyes hard.

,,I trust you,'' he repeated sternly, laying down again as he tried to steady his breath. ,,Is this position alright? I can be on my knees or something, if that's better,'' he mumbled.

,,No. I want to see your face,'' he said with his raspy voice, making Nite hide his face in his hands, muttering something not recognizable. ,,It's okay. Relax. Put your feet on my shoulders, and please tell me if it hurts or anything,'' he said as he covered his fingers with the thick lubricant.

He nodded and looked down his body, as he silently put his feet up, spreading himself out in the process. He was excited again, his cock leaking and the human panting as he waited.

Seymore looked curiously at the younger man, as he slowly let his covered fingers down to his asshole. At first, he didn't push inside, he just lubed him up and observed the flustered young man in front of him. He didn't seem to dislike it, but he still seemed nervous.

,,Why aren't you… putting it inside?'' he panted, looking frustrated up at the troll.

,,I'm waiting for you to relax,'' he said calmly. ,,Do you want me to put it in?'' he asked, leaning his body in over the sorcerer. By the stars, he wanted him to say yes, and by heavens, he wanted it to be with his cock instead.

,,Yes,'' he hissed, grabbing around the troll's neck. Seymore did so, very slowly, as he felt the tight entrance around his finger. He wasn't as tight as he had feared, seemingly more relaxed than he had first thought, but he still went slowly inside. ,,… Wait, stop,'' he said, clenching around the finger.

,,Do you want me to pull it out?'' he asked, but Nite shook his head.

,,No, I just… It feels weird, but not bad. I just don't understand where this spot is?'' he said.

,,I can show you, but I need to move my finger,'' he smiled and proceeded to push further inside when Nite nodded. He was careful and slow, pulling out a little to push further inside. It took him a moment to find the prostate, but it didn't disappoint when he did.

Nite looked flushed again, uncertain, but still in no pain. He didn't look at the troll, but Seymore couldn't keep his eyes from him as he kept slowly massaging the spot. He didn't fear that he didn't like it, because Nite's dick was pounding against his stomach every time he brushed against the prostate, and his breath was heavy, yet nervous.

,,Is it nice? Do I need to change anything?'' Seymore asked gently.

,,… How many fingers do you… have inside?'' he asked, looking slightly up at the troll.

,,Only one,'' he assured him.

,,… One more. And you can be… a little… harder, if you want. Like, still gentle, but you can push upwards… a little harder,'' he panted, finally really looking up at Seymore again.

He did as told, pulling out his finger to insert two instead, massaging the spot a little harder. He was thankful that Nite hadn't turned around, being on all four, only for his eyes to see. It was easier to concentrate when he was looking up at him, although the sudden urge to fuck him still lingered in his body.

,,It's good,'' he moaned. He wasn't as loud as he usually was, and it seemed like he needed to concentrate more. ,,It still feels weird,'' he said, as he slowly began to rock against the troll's fingers, ,,but it's very good. Can I… Ah! Can I come like this? Will it… hurt?'' he asked softly.

,,I don't know how intense it will be. But I can make it easier for you, prostate stimulation might take a little longer to make you orgasm, I guess,'' Seymore said, gently removing his fingers before he laid down between the sorcerer's legs. As soon as he put the hot, pulsing cock into his mouth again, he slowly put his fingers back in his ass as well, continuing as he had done prior with massaging his insides.

This seemed to get the human going, as he moaned just as loudly as he used to. His cock felt even harder like this, and all of his body shook. It didn't make him any less sensitive with the troll's thick fingers inside him.

,,Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!'' he shrieked, jerking forward a lot harder than he tended to. Seymore couldn't remember that he had ever spilled a drop of Nite's cum, but maybe his lips hadn't been tight enough around the member, or maybe he just shot so violently that he couldn't keep all of it in.

He kept his fingers inside the human, all while he felt him clench around them as he came. It didn't make it any less exciting for the troll, as he gulped to not spill all of the cum in his mouth. It took Nite a little while longer to calm down, as Seymore slowly pulled his fingers out again. He whined and shook, moaned and muttered praising words towards the troll, who just sat beside him, smiling genuinely to the younger man.

,,Fuck, that was so good,'' he mumbled, looking up at the troll. ,,I want that again.''

,,Now?'' Seymore chuckled, laying down beside the younger man.

,,No, not now. But… next time,'' he shrugged. ,,Your turn. And you've been really good today, so tell me, Seymore: How would you like me to take care of you?'' he said, running his hand playfully down the older man's body.

Slight shivers went down his spine, and he felt the thrill of the seductive undertone in the sorcerer's voice. While he was hard and horny from fingering the man beside him, this made it all the clearer that he really wanted Nite on his hands and knees, breeding him, like the troll he was.

But of course, he didn't say that. He didn't say it, mostly because he feared that if he did so, he couldn't hold back and would lose his control. He feared to hurt or scare the young soul, that he so desperately cared about, and that he so desperately didn't want to harm.

,,I want you to touch me, exactly how you want to do it. Maybe you don't really care for touching yourself and can't hit your own good spots, but you touch me perfectly,'' he mumbled, looking into the sorcerer's eyes. He seemed flustered for a moment, before he smiled proudly and laid down in between the troll's legs.

,,Oh really?'' he smirked, using both hands to jerk him off. ,,You're very hard today. Did you enjoy the show?'' he asked, slowly teasing the head with his tongue.

,,Yes,'' he panted, caressing Nite's face as he sucked him deeper.

,,I've barely touched you, and you already want to come, don't you?'' he smirked between sucking him off and licking right beneath the tight foreskin. ,,By Am, it was so good before. My body is still shaking,'' he muttered against the big cock.

,,I'm very glad you enjoyed it,'' he panted, guiding his face down a little further. ,,You're a quick learner,'' he groaned, as he felt the back of Nite's throat tighten around him, holding him there as the look of bliss twinkled in the human's eyes. ,,Man, you look good,'' he growled.

,,I've been practicing a lot,'' he smirked, ignoring the growl. ,,I still want to know what the book was about. Like, how filthy is it, since you won't even tell me?'' he wondered, jerking him a little more impatiently now.

,,You're ruthless,'' he whined, watching how Nite licked and kissed his cock, as if he wanted to do nothing else in this world.

,,I'm curious,'' he corrected him. ,,You're so close, aren't you? You like when I speak like this, don't you?'' he smirked. Seymore nodded so fast that his big ears flopped mindlessly around. He thrusted beggingly against Nite's open mouth, feeling the pressure built up. ,,Tell me one thing from the book and you can come,'' he teased, grabbing harder around the cock. Seymore whined and whimpered, louder than he usually was, drooling a little himself.

,,… They bite and scratch each other. He does it as a way to dominate and keep her in check. She does it to mark him as hers,'' he whined. Nite didn't stop, but seemed confused by his words. ,,Can I please come?'' he moaned, loving the subtle ways Nite dominated the situation.

,,… You don't want me to bite your dick, do you?'' he asked concerned, but Seymore shook his head, just as wildly as when he had nodded. ,,Okay, good. Then be a good troll and come on my face,'' he teased.

He had only just said the words, as he, hesitantly at first, moved his head to Seymore's thigh before he bit down hard. Hard enough to surprise the troll, hard enough to tip him over the edge. He hadn't thought Nite would do that, but he hadn't thought that he would be so good at it, either. He had always viewed Nite as physically weak, shy, and awkward in these situations, but as his confidence grew, he showed the troll how wrong he was.

Seymore came, groaning louder than Nite had ever heard, all over the sorcerer's face and tongue, his chest and hands as well. He felt spent when he finally stopped coming, relaxing down into his mattress as he tried to steady his breath. The younger man seemed very satisfied by the end result.

,,I'm glad you like the way I touch you. But you also like stuff other trolls do, and I cannot do those things if you won't tell me about them,'' Nite explained while he wiped his face before he laid down beside the troll again.

,,… I like to be bitten, because pain can be pleasurable. Not because I'm a troll,'' he said through heavy breathing. ,,But that was lovely,'' he sighed, smiling as he closed his eyes. He could feel Nite cuddling up against his side and curled his arm around the smaller man.

,,You know… I don't mind that you're a troll, Seymore,'' he said slowly. He felt his heart race, but didn't react otherwise. ,,I guess… It feels like you don't like being reminded, that you're a troll. But it's okay, for me, at least. I don't mind doing things for you that other trolls would do, but… I don't know what troll's do or like,'' he said, looking slightly up at the older man again.

,,… That's very kind of you, but it's not… necessary,'' he tried, caressing the top of Nite's head. ,,… I don't really fit in, anywhere,'' he said slowly. ,,Not with trolls, not with pixies, and not with humans, either. I don't mind being a troll, but I'm also very different than most trolls. I like things most other trolls don't, like sitting in the library and reading, with you,'' he said, smiling, still with his eyes closed.

,,… I didn't mean to make things… awkward, the last time we went there…'' he said slowly. He could hear that the young man was tired by now, fighting to stay awake. ,,I don't like being alone, all the time,'' he said softly. Seymore now opened his eyes, looking down at the small human, already half asleep in his arms.

,,You don't have to be alone,'' he whispered, cuddling him a little closer as he wrapped the blanket around them.

,,Neither do you.'' He wasn't sure if Nite was asleep, if he somewhat talked with himself, or if he meant it. But this night, Seymore didn't turn around, to let Nite sleep behind him. He let him sleep in his arms, cuddling and protecting his small Master, wondering, if he could just stay here, just a decade longer. Just forever.

But as he awoke, he felt as guilty as always, leaving the sleeping man by his side. How he longed to be in his embrace for just a little while longer, but afraid of what would happen, if he did so. If it would all break, if he stayed.

He sent his letter for the Madam that morning before Nite ever knew it existed. He hoped to get answers for himself and Nite, but wouldn't risk making him disappointed, should the Madam not respond.

Then he sat down, just waiting as the autumn sun rose in the distance.