[littl3chocobo]

it was not unlike the 'hell' clerics had in the past threatened him with before he ate them. a long eternity where both of his hungers boiled and fought and begged for satiation as the soft fleshy-sweet body lay against him, by the time the fish was done the upper ache spoke and the lower stood out. only the thought of being gutted by the hunter spared the boy as he was woken to take his half of the meal

[Poggio]

He took the fish and greedily bit into it. The smokey flavor filled him making him realizing his canteen was till by the water. Setting his fish down on his cloak he went to retrieve it. Carefully he walked through the thicket trying not to get prodded by the protruding foliage. Once he came back he saw Mr growl huddled over his meal. “Would you like some water?” He offered crouching close.

[littl3chocobo]

making a point of keeping his mouth full he ignored the human and his question the best he could

[Poggio]

He realized he left his canteen by the water. Rising he sauntered over to the river to gather it. He drank more of the cooling waters. Upon walking back he slipped on the edges of his cloak, tumbling through the open space between Mr Growls legs and crashed into his chunk of fish. His face had fallen into the soft folds of mr growls lap but it did not save the fish that was smashed against the curls of his lips.

[littl3chocobo]

pain on top of pain. it hurt so bad to have the weight of the human on his neathers and it was with a growl he demanded it get off of him. it was made worse when the pleasure and pain stopped mixing and he was met with a standing red. he stood

[Poggio]

The man seemed threatening when drawn to his full height. Close to him, he remembered the feeling of the touch around his torso. It did not help that Mr growl seemed to have developed the morning problem. His cheeks grow rosy, as he stared at the lump and looked up at Mr Growls face. He swallowed and looked away. "Mr growl, do you need to commit a sin?" .

[littl3chocobo]

a sin? he did not know if his face showed hunger though either way he wanted to consume. "no boy red, i do not wish to eat." offering a leer to take over whatever face he was making he leaned in enough to pull the human close, "i have other desires that are not assuaged by the thought of gunpowder and hounds' teeth in my back. you are not dressed and you do not run knowing what i am and my intentions now, is that your word i am not to die for this transgression?"

[Poggio]

By the hand and the face, he could tell Mr growl meant what the courting couples in the village did. He shuddered not sure why his half brother was of concern to Mr Growl. "Mr Growl... what I do is my business not theirs." He said meeting the hungry eyes. His chest tightened, he was going to get a kiss from Mr growl. He shook his head in confirmation.

[Poggio]

He noticed the tongue idle by the side of the mans mouth, before he spoke. Red simply found himself staring again. Crawling as slowly as he could he used the tree to help himself up. It was a slow and throbbing hobble over to the water but he managed to wash the dried remains off the inside off his legs. He was tired as he put his clothes back on. "Its... nothing Mr Growl... can you carry me to my grandmothers house?"

Cho: Leaving off his questions he put his pants back on proper and standing up he gave a light bow, "I am the meticulous marvelous, Mister Growl, I will take you to the edge of the woods as surely as your own legs." Pasting on a cocky grin he grabbed the boy and hauled him onto to his back. The other was quite heavy but he had through this one sedated both wants and still there was more to be had if he kept him in good graces. "But to answer your question, you hear the sound of eating and you want jealously, you see sex and you daydream you are a part of it,the illusion of what delights the taste of sex is far outreaches beyond the reality of it."

Pog: Each bouncy step created a sharp pain in his lower spine and only sleep drowned out both Mr Growl and his aches. Something about calling what they had done ..sex? He coughed. "Mr Growl... that was.." He shut his mouth. It did not sit well with him and he certainly didn't dream of it that way. He feverishly woke to find himself at the edge of his grandmothers town. Gathering his basket he hobbled to her home. At his sorry state she accepted his lies about falling in the creek while trying to catch fish and allowed him to stay a few days to rest until he could make the journey home.

[littl3chocobo]

for three days he had no need to dig for mice and both his fingers and his pride were grateful for it. useig this free time he took up waiting by the forest's edge for the boy red to come by on the fourth however he ran out of the spiced meat and so would only wait one last time before going back to digging for his dinner

[Poggio]

He loved his grandmother and the overwhelming amount of sympathy she could gather from the villagers. It seemed that his unlikely story were the tales of many adolescents in the village. Not only was he able to get balm for his walk him, but a plethora of pity food to take with him on his slow sojourn back. He adjusted his heavy basket, finally able to stride with confidence once more, back into the woods.

[littl3chocobo]

just as he settled in he could hear the sound of someone entering the woods and though he had been disappointed before he was met with a fine sight this time. the boy red, with his basket over-full it seemed from the large bulge over the top of the basket's brim, was walking towards where he hid with a pleased look on his face. grinning to himself he stepped out with a bow, "boy-red!"

[Poggio]

He jumped, then relaxed into a grin before becoming stunned with a flush. He swallowed and pulled his basket tighter to his chest. "Mr Growl." There was a smile on his face but apprehension in his step. He managed to relax to his his usual grin. "I brought you another present. I told my grandmother about a mysterious huntsmen that helped me out, and she said it was always good idea to pay them in kind." He produced another wrapped hunk of meat. "I made sure it was meat, though she said a huntsmen could get meat anytime..." He walked closer. "I said not bacon."

[littl3chocobo]

the thought of fresh meat stirred him though he did not know what 'bacon' was. coming closer he smelled hat he could and through the familiar-to-red smell of spice and bread he got a whiff of pig-flesh. wondering if this was 'bacon' or if it was some other smell he could not pick up he sidled close and hooked his arm with the human's, "your grandmother is wise and kind in equal measures"

[Poggio]

The heat flooded him at the mere touch and remembrance of the strange... activity that left him confused. "Yes... she is... Um.. Mr Growl. Is there a good spot down the road to have a picnic? We can cook some of the bacon to eat with the meat and bread." He said not sure how much his voice wavered. "She also gave me some peppermint balm for my sores." He said looking away shyly.

[littl3chocobo]

the tremble was not lost on him and he wondered if he had upset the other in some way. offering a nod and an affirmation he led the other down to the small glade by the creek where they spent most of their time, it was only an hour's walk and gave him time enough to have the boy soften towards him once more