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Together with Richter	By : DONERO_the_Great Category: +S through Z > Tales of Symphonia Views: 1730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Richter, Emil, and Ratatosk had managed to seal the Ginnungagap, Richter had found himself quite disappointed. He no longer had a purpose in life. Aster was gone, his goals were rendered pointless, and he had no other desires left. He had contemplated many courses to take after that day, but try as he might, his thoughts always ended up leading him to the same conclusion. "Follow Emil…" After a while, he decided that, while childish and sentimental of him to want such a thing, he might as well follow his heart and chase after Emil. It wasn't a goal he was proud of, but it was a goal… Ever since that day in the cave, he found himself unable to shake the desire to do it all again… He hated to admit it, but he often found himself drifting to slumber with images from that day burned into his mind. He wondered if perhaps Emil felt the same. He highly doubted it of course, but he had an inkling, a little voice in his head that told him it was true.

When at last he had caught up to Emil, who he was relieved to find was alone, he had nothing to say, no words to strike a conversation with… It was night in the field, (not far from where they were now, actually) when Richter reunited with Emil. He had said nothing, simply sat beside the boy and warmed himself by the fire. Emil did not utter a sound either, just stared at Richter. A meal was prepared and was consumed in silence. But in all that silence, they had been saying plenty. They were feeling each other out, familiarizing themselves with the other once more. Noting mild signals the other was giving: Is he still comfortable around me? Yes… Does he seem in any particular rush to be somewhere, on a journey of some sort? No, not especially… Does he have some sort of business with me? It seems that way… Urgent business? No… but it seems personal…

Little things in their posture, their expressions, behavior, told all… everything was explained without words… After all, "emotions lose some of their strength once put into words…" don't they? Something that Richter and Emil both seemed to know quite well. The meal was finished. The mood was right. "And the bagpipe didn't say no."^[1] Wait, what?! (Sorry, I throw things in for humor at the most suspenseful parts… but really, that line makes sense in my head!)

Richter slowly edged over toward Emil, and Emil edged toward Richter as well. Contrary to expectations, Emil acted his desire first. Reaching out, he undid Richter's jacket, then his shirt. He leaned in and laid his cheek against Richter's muscular chest, and placed his hand on Richter's regrettably modest waist. (The meal had not been big, since Emil wasn't expecting company.) Richter's response was quick and effective; he needed only to take the boy in his lap, just as he had before, and ruffle his golden locks, and before you could say "Centurion Aqua" Emil had stripped himself down to his boxers. He closed his eyes with a smile and relaxed his body, a cue for Richter to begin, and Richter eagerly obliged. They had both secretly longed for this moment for a very extensive period, dreamt about it so often that it didn't really seem like it was only their second time. Richter gave Emil a few tender licks on the cheek, growing excited as Emil's mild flavor reawakened the memory of their first experience, cementing it in Richter's mind as having been more than a fantasy… It had really happened…

Emil leaned into the licks, having a similar nostalgia at the familiar sensation. Both males ached with desire, and Richter wasted no more time with foreplay. He rubbed the teen's back gently, enacting that first incident exactly as it played back in his memory, and Emil reveled in the tactile sensation as the rubs relaxed his body even further and Richter slowly drew Emil's head into his mouth. Emil tried not to laugh as Richter's tongue brushed against his face; he had more time to notice just how much it tickled, but he liked that it did. He was more prepared this time, and he didn't mind the tightness at all when Richter took his first swallow. Richter went slowly, having no need to rush, and he was fully able to enjoy Emil's taste and texture now that there were no distractions. The blond's skin was smooth and more-or-less frictionless, slipping into his mouth and down his throat with relative ease. Now, when Emil was calm and willing, the process was much more enjoyable. He could feel the boy nuzzling the lining of his throat, and he found that to be a much more pleasant sensation than the jerky trembling movements Emil had made on his first trip down. Richter was eager to finish the meal and enjoy delightful, bloated fullness as soon as possible, but at the same time, he wanted to savor every inch of Emil, and he found himself fighting the urge to swallow in order to suck on the little human's torso for as long as he could. Richter's stomach, however - brainless structure that it was - did not allow him to enjoy many of these long pauses; its urge to be full forced him to swallow again and again, regardless of what he consciously wanted.

When Emil's head finally squished into Richter's stomach, the half-elf could not suppress a soft moan. Now that he was not in any sort of rush, Richter had more time to think about exactly what he was doing, and the thoughts made him blush. His face heated up so much, in fact, that his glasses began to cloud up, until they were almost opaque. He was actually putting someone inside his body, he was actually using powers he never thought he'd use for something pleasant, and the pleasure was actually so intense that it made him sweat. It just felt too good, too amazing, and Richter was suddenly aware that this was something he wouldn't be able to give up. But these thoughts were soon blurred out by the overwhelming instinct to swallow, an instinct that he promptly obeyed. He sucked and he gulped and he rubbed and he licked until, at last, Emil's wiggling feet passed down his throat and were packed inside his belly with the rest of the blond. Suddenly, it seemed the process was over far too quickly; they were both a little disappointed at the perceived brevity of their pleasure when Emil all too soon found himself curled in Richter's belly, and Richter found the boy's flavor fading from his palate just as quickly. In reality, the process had lasted nearly twice as long as the first time, but as they say "time flies when you're having fun". Still, such disappointment was short-lived, and their pleasure returned when they took advantage of other benefits to their positions.

Richter lay back, his stuffed belly happily massaging the blond inside it, and he relished the sensation as he pet the taught skin that enveloped Emil's body. It was exactly as he remembered and repeatedly reconstructed in his mind, only this time, there was no urgency, no hurry to shelter the boy from any danger, no stress… He was able to fully enjoy the little details he had missed the first time around. There was no awkward atmosphere, no questioning to confirm the other's comfort, no need to assure the other's psychological welfare, they were both well adjusted to the idea now, and were left with only their unfettered bliss. Emil felt the touch he had been expecting once he had settled inside of Richter's stomach. He pressed against the somatic wall and followed the touches, giggling as his body became coated in Richter's secretions, the viscous mucous that slathered the stomach's lining was slicking his body, leaving him warm and slippery from his hair down to his toes. Richter made things a little more interesting as he traced Emil's outline with his fingers, coming up with a sort of game, he closed his eyes and focused only on what he felt, and just from the sensation, tried to pinpoint each piece of Emil. Almost always, he knew where the head was, it was easy to identify by the slight tickle he felt as Emil's damp hair slid across his insides. The hips, too, were easy as the fabric of the boy's boxers dragged slowly along the mucous membrane. Hands were easier to identify than feet, and the shoulders almost always accompanied the head as Emil wriggled against him, but everything else was nigh impossible to get right. Still, that was the fun of it, it forced Richter to concentrate only on his middle, just the pleasant writhing that stimulated him in ways he had never imagined. Even if he couldn't identify just what it was that had made him tingle with pleasure, it didn't matter, just as long as it kept happening.

Emil rubbed against Richter's supple, stretchable stomach just as he had the first time, and delighted in Richter's reaction as he allowed himself an unrestrained moan of pleasure. It excited Emil who went about playing a little game of his own, seeing how many ways he could move that would make Richter vocalize in such a way. He pushed and squirmed and stretched in every way he could think of and in every orientation he could come up with. He figured out several points of interest that elicited a rather cute sound from Richter when rubbed a certain way and quite a few that made Richter squirm and moan with satisfaction. But the most delightful discovery of all was a tiny, secret spot that, when rubbed just right, caused Richter to writhe, enraptured, crying out in ecstasy as his body trembled with sheer, overwhelming bliss.

Emil smiled, enjoying his position of power. Being trapped inside another's body may not sound like a position of power to most people, but to Emil there was never a moment where he felt more in control. He felt a certain pride and satisfaction that his touch was able to bring Richter such exquisite rapture. That spot, the one only he knew of, the little fold near the pyloric sphincter… that was his weapon. Yes… a weapon he would use to defeat the part of Richter that denied the half-elf happiness… That was his power, that was his talent, that was his boon… It excited him to be able to force that moan from the erstwhile silent half-elf, and Emil made a point of striking that special spot frequently as he wriggled to and fro against the other stimulating points he had discovered.

Richter, meanwhile, was completely incapacitated, only able to move in short, random bursts, motion that was controlled by some other force that he had neither the ability nor desire to dominate. He found himself only able to drag his hands across his distended midsection, left at the mercy of the teen within, who showed no signs of stopping this exquisite torture. He shivered with the same forms of excitement that Emil had encountered, moaning through clenched teeth as he tried his best to contain them. The part of him that once would have rejected this was long gone, and he no longer cared about propriety or dignity; all that mattered to him was riding the waves of pleasure as far as they would take him. His mind was left vacant to allow this new pleasure center full dominion of his thoughts and his motions.

The sensations for both compiled exponentially, spurring their bliss until it reached unbearable levels. Eventually, the warmth was too much for Emil, and the fullness was too much for Richter. Both were made to yawn by their respective drowse-inducing forces, and eventually, both's frantic stroking eased to a slow, gentle pace. "Mmmmm... so damn good..." Richter muttered, stifling a burp. Emil smiled and rubbed the half-elf's stomach just a little harder, earning another one of those pleased moans. The fire had died down to naught but embers and an ambitious, flickering flame which refused to die out, even as the wind blew ashes on top of the tiny bit of glowing wood that still did it's damnedest to keep burning. Richter watched it through tired, half-hooded eyes as he made himself more comfortable, being extra careful not to jostle his Emil-bulge. He gathered up Emil's scattered clothes into a neat bundle, using it as a make-shift pillow, just as he had before… Emil's clothes really did make the perfect cushion, their softness unparalleled… well, except perhaps for the cushion Emil was using… Richter lay down upon the welcoming, black-and-blue, velvety pile as he slowly eased onto his side. Once he had settled down, Emil repositioned himself inside Richter, nuzzling into the silky lining of the redhead's belly, curled into a loose fetal position as the muscles around him rocked him gently back and forth.

Richter felt the subtle movement and blushed, placing a hand over his prominent and overstuffed gut as a thin, affectionate smile creased his lips. He pet the taught skin and felt the boy rub against his hand. His eyes glistened in the dying firelight as he parted his lips to speak. In a soft melodic tone, he whispered to Emil. "Courage really is the magic that turns dreams into reality, isn't it?" He closed his eyes and gave his belly one final pat before allowing drowsiness to take hold. He felt Emil give a deep, satisfied sigh as he yawned in response.

"Yeah… It sure is, Richter…" They were both fast asleep before the last spark of their fire died out just five seconds later…^[2]

*~*~*~*

Back in the present, Richter stirred, having fallen asleep while daydreaming. Emil dozed by his side, still grasping his hand firmly. Richter smiled and crawled closer to Emil, being careful not to wake him. The half-elf wrapped an arm around the blond pulling him into his lap, cradling the boy gently in his arms. A faint trace of a blush brightened the redhead's face and he nuzzled Emil's cheek with his own. The boy stirred a bit in his sleep, rubbing against Richter's chest, and the redhead couldn't help but laugh. He parted the blond's hair to the side, planting a tender kiss on the boy's forehead. For a while, he watched Emil sleep in his arms, wondering what kinds of dreams he might be having as the young male twitched a bit, the muscles of his body responding to the illusions in his dreams. He had never resembled Aster more… But Aster was never coming back, and Richter knew that Emil would never replace Aster. Even if he could sacrifice what he had with Emil to bring Aster back, Richter didn't think he could do that either.

After all, what he had with Aster was an unforgettable friendship, even love. But what he had with Emil was much more precious to him. The boy had reminded him what it really meant to live, and the differences between Aster and Emil were what Richter found so alluring about his new partner. The new relationship he had built with the boy… that was not something Richter was willing to sacrifice now… And as Emil, in subconscious motion, wrapped his arms around Richter, the redhead lay down again in the sweet-smelling grass and cuddled the little human as he eased back into a peaceful slumber. Both were contented to spend that early morning reminiscing, and they both unwittingly ended up entwined in the same daydream-turned-dream just as they were entwined in each other's arms.

*~*~*~*

Many times since their reunion, Richter had instigated little, episodic rendezvouses such as those, and Emil always obliged. Eventually, the two became inseparable traveling companions. Within a half-year, they were already far beyond the awkwardness of their relationship. Emil's habitual nervous stuttering had dissipated, and Richter had become much more open and loquacious. It wasn't uncommon for them to set out on long quests together for no other reason than to relive their nostalgic past travels. More often than not, Richter and Emil would engage in similar sensual activities two or three times a week. Sometimes, Emil would prepare a vast array of food for Richter, sometimes he was food for Richter… However, it wasn't long before Emil became curious about Richter's powers, even a bit jealous of the man's inexplicable talent for doing the impossible, and it wasn't long before Emil couldn't contain his curiosity anymore. After a particularly large feast one night, Emil took the opportunity to confront Richter while he was feeling the most comfortable.

"Richter… How exactly are you able to do… well, all that stuff you can do?" Richter responded with genuine confusion and a cocked eyebrow, so Emil elaborated rather hurriedly, embarrassment obvious in his flushed cheeks. "I mean, how is it that you can eat like you do? I mean… it's sooooo much! Is that a half-elf thing? Or is that something only you know how to do?" Emil poked the embers of their fire with the tip of a sinewy branch, succeeding in doing nothing except stirring up some ash and sparks. Richter thought for a moment, licking the pad of his thumb, then his index finger, as he enjoyed the last taste of the meal that had lingered there.

"Well, to be honest… I'm not really sure, myself." Though that "honest" ought to have had a "dis-" in front of it; Richter's past was really not something he enjoyed discussing… much of it was painful and he hated reminiscing about such things. It wasn't that important, was it? Most of what he would have said to explain it would have been rather convoluted and unnecessary; besides, there was something else on his mind… He unbuttoned his Sea Fire cloak and the white camise beneath it, exposing his pudge in the warm summer air, he knew Emil liked that. Even though he was full, there was a different hunger he wanted to satisfy, and he tempted Emil to his side as he pat the engorged mass tenderly. Emil crept over to the half-elf and leaned against his broad shoulders.

"That's a little disappointing…" he muttered. It knocked Richter out of his mood rather quickly to see Emil's curiosity die out. He had hoped perhaps that the boy might list off a few theories, one of which might be a reasonable explanation that Richter could fib with or perhaps he could tease Emil with silence and indefinite answers, letting him guess undeterminably as a sort of playful banter.

"Hey, now… What's the matter with you all of a sudden, Emil? Do you really want to know that badly?" He caressed the blond's cheek tenderly.

"Of course! I wouldn't have asked otherwise!" Emil abruptly blurted out. The unusual mood swing told Richter that the topic was a rather sensitive one to the boy and that he was getting defensive about it…

He must be embarrassed about why he's so interested… I need to be prudent here if I want to get anywhere in this conversation without upsetting him… Richter thought long and hard about what he should say, not knowing if he should just make something up or not. If he only knew why Emil was so curious, he might have been able to come up with a reasonable justification for his powers that would have sated the boy's curiosity, but he didn't want to come up with something that might provoke more questions or lead the boy to false assumptions that he couldn't prove true later. Remembering Occam's Razor^[3], he decided that the simplest explanation would be best, it would provoke fewer questions, allow him to leave out painful details, and would hopefully still satisfy Emil.

"Well, this power… this curse, or gift, or what ever you'd like to call it… It's something I've lived with for a very long time. To my knowledge, I'm the only person who can do what I can do. I've never heard of anyone else who can … eat like this or do anything similar… It's just… I-I don't know anymore than that, okay?!" Richter turned from Emil, frustrated. He was a poor liar, and despite being used to leaving out crucial details, he found it difficult to lie to Emil.

Emil mistook the gesture as offense and quickly apologized. Richter, as always, chided Emil for apologizing needlessly and was quick to apologize for his own harshness toward the boy. Emil just nodded and sighed.

"Why do you care so much about it, anyway?" Richter was fed up with the indirect conversation they had been having, and the question came off a little too blunt. But before he could amend the question with a gentler one, Emil shyly answered.

"It's just that… well, I… I just… I wanted to know if other people could do it, too… I wanted… to know if people like me could…"

And suddenly, Richter understood. "You mean you wanted to know if there was a way that you could do it, too…" Emil blushed but nodded. The disappointment was apparent in Emil's expression, his down-turned face and sullen eyes radiated Emil's inner feelings. Richter suddenly felt guilty for not telling the boy the whole truth, but he didn't think revealing the entire story would make Emil feel any better either. Richter shrugged and pulled a flask from his bag, taking a draught of the contents. "Well, I'm sorry to say that I don't think there's a way to do that…" He took another drink from the flask and passed it to Emil, who was more than a little surprised by the gesture. A few sniffs when Richter first uncorked it had indicated that its contents were alcohol, its bitter fermented odor and odd honey-like undertones had told him it was probably a mead of some sort. Now that it was right beneath his nose, the smell was a bit nauseating, and Emil had to stifle a disgusted moan. Richter laughed a little, understanding the boy's reluctance.

"I didn't hand it to you so you could sniff it, you know? Be a man, take a swig." Richter forced the bottle up against the blond's lips. Emil, obviously, pulled away from Richter, pressing his lips tightly together to prevent himself from drinking any of the liquor.

"Richter! Are you nuts?!" He gasped after he finally seceded from Richter's advance.

"What? It's just a little booze to cheer you up. I'm not trying to poison you or anything." Richter feigned innocence, though his cunning was betrayed by the sly glint in his emerald irises. He knew very well why he was trying to inebriate Emil, though his intentions were not entirely malicious and self-centered. He was indeed trying to cheer the teen up, but he figured if it made Emil a little "easier to persuade", that was a nice bonus for him. He didn't intend to get Emil drunk, either, just a little buzzed to loosen him up. Emil shook his head insistently.

"No, Richter, I don't care why you want me to drink it! I'm not going to… I'm… not supposed to…"

"Feh… To hell with the drinking age!", Richter roared, "It's different in every town anyway! Go on, just have a sip… one little sip isn't going to hurt you. See?" Richter took a gulp of the liquor from the flask; a tempting trickle of it dripped from his mouth and ran lazily down his neck as he tipped his head back for a second gulp. "There, now. I drank almost the whole thing and nothing bad happened." He shook the flask back and forth to indicate that it was nearly empty; the tinkling of the few ounces of liquid still in the container emphasized his point. "Just taste it… I taste everything you make, don't I?"

"Y-you made this?" Emil sniffed at the flask's opening, seriously considering a small taste if it meant that much to Richter.

"Yeah, of course." Richer fibbed. It wasn't as if Emil had ever tasted mead before, so how would he know the difference? "I wanted your expert opinion, since you have such good taste… go on, now, have a drink."

Emil hesitated, but reluctantly pressed the flask to his lips, allowing a small drop, barely enough to taste, to enter his mouth. The bitter and pungent flavor was off-putting, and even the meager amount made Emil flinch. And yet, the piquancy intrigued him; under the overpowering dryness, there was a hint of an apple flavor, a sharp spiciness like cinnamon and cloves, a faint tartness like tangerines… Emil had never experienced such a complex taste before. Curious, Emil took another sip. Upon closer inspection, he discovered many intricate flavors were mingled in the brew. Sip after sip he noticed more and more of the subtle undertones, until at last he had finished the last of the liquor with inconspicuous disappointment. He was about to hand the flask back to Richter when he looked to find another flask was already occupying his hands.

"Well, did you like it?" Richter raised an eyebrow expectantly. Emil stifled a small burp and cleared his throat nervously.

"Umm… it was… uh… good, I guess…" He stammered.

"Good, you guess?!" Richter asked indignantly. "Is that it?"

"Well, I've never had it before!" Emil shouted defensively, posture rigid and anxious. "How should I know?!" He brushed the hair out of his eyes nervously.

"Here," Richter tilted the new flask toward Emil, "Try this one, then. Tell me which one's better."

He handed Emil the slick, cool flagon and gestured for him to drink. "But, Richter… this one's almost full! I can't…!"

"I never said you had to drink the whole thing, just a sip or two…" Emil gave Richter a wary look, but obliged. He had miscalculated his own self-control however, and after falling under the spell of the second sweet brew, happily finished the entire contents of the bottle. Richter had more than a little trouble getting the flask away from the blond who seemed intent on getting every last drop out of the container. He himself had finished three flasks on his own and was feeling the effects of the liquor, so he supposed the second ought to do the same for Emil. He opened another flask, pretending it was for him.

"See? You liked that one, eh?" He grinned at the teen. Emil smiled back and nodded enthusiastically. Richter acted as though he wasn't watching as he pressed the rim of the bottle to his lips and the blond licked his own, eyes filled with want as he gazed at the silver-coated decanter with obvious envy. Richter looked over oh-so-casually and "noticed" the boy's eagerness. Feigning ignorance, he gestured toward Emil with the bottle. Emil grabbed for it earnestly, chugging the contents once the bottle was in hand.

Emil hiccupped, a bit of the carbonated alcohol still tickling the back of his throat as he swallowed the last mouthful. He smiled softly and giggled a bit despite himself. Emil sniffled, and Richter noticed that the tip of Emil's nose had become red with the affect of the alcohol; he had let Emil over-do it a bit, but as long as Emil had loosened up a smidge, Richter wasn't going to complain. He discretely wrapped his broad, muscular arm around Emil's slender neck, pulling him in close, but the embrace still felt suspicious to Emil…

"R-Richter…? *hic* Um… Wha-what are you…?"

"Shh, shh… It's alright… You trust me, right Emil?" Richter's lips curled up in a coy smile, and before Emil could respond, he pressed his lips firmly against the blond's. Emil, from experience, thought perhaps Richter intended to have him for dessert, as per usual… but what an odd place to start… unless…

Emil blushed profusely when he realized Richter really was kissing him. He didn't know what to think, what to do, his head was spinning, his mind went fuzzy, and Richter… Richter was… Oh, God! Emil pulled away in disbelief; was Richter really doing that to him? The way Richter was holding him, the way he was kissing him, the liquor… Could it be that Richter was seducing him?! Emil had never done that sort of thing before and he was nervous that Richter might not want to stop after just one chaste kiss. Emil didn't know how those sorts of things worked, what he was supposed to say and do, and the thought that he might disappoint Richter terrified him. Richter felt Emil pushing against him, struggling to escape the embrace. Confused by the teen's behavior, Richter opened his eyes, releasing his grip as Emil scrambled back a few inches, breathless.

Those big green eyes shattered his heart, and Richter immediately regretted his actions. I over-did it… I over-did it and now he's pulling away from me. What an idiot I am… I should have known he doesn't like me that way… It was too early, too quick… Damn it… Emil still stared nervously at the man, trying to read his vague expression and hoping the man didn't notice his… lameness… the liquor had made him slow and he could only lay there panting as Richter knelt temptingly over him, praying that he hadn't disappointed Richter by… trying not to disappoint him. He wringed his hands anxiously, trying to come up with something to say. Richter stared deeply into Emil's eyes, now admonishing himself for the devilish plan he had almost carried out. This was wrong…, he thought, I got him drunk, so I could do unspeakable things to him! He'd never trust me again if I went through with it…

He blushed, turning away from Emil, then stood; walking over to his things, he took another flask and downed its contents in a few heavy swallows. He sighed, scolding himself for not realizing that it had been a bad idea from the very start. He gulped down another flask of mead, rubbing his temples with his free hand. Why did I ever think this was a good idea? The boy's too innocent, I should have known he wasn't ready for this sort of thing; and even if he was, he wouldn't want our first time together to be tainted with liquor. But… He does think of me "that way"… right? Otherwise, he wouldn't have let me do all of those things… unless he's just been too shy to speak up… Oh, what am I thinking?! Even if he does like me that way and even if he does want this, it's all wrong! It's like he's not really there if I do it like this! Drunk isn't how I wanted it! I'm just a loathsome, selfish, hedonist taking advantage of him like a drunken floozy… What the hell is wrong with me?! He finished yet another bottle of mead and hiccupped hoarsely as he threw the empty flagon to the ground.

He cradled his head in his hands and sighed, letting his rouge hair shroud his face. All this time, Emil had been watching him, slowly trying to figure him out. First, he gets me to drink, and then he kisses me… He pulled me close, he looked at me so intensely… and now he's… he's… just sulking… Did I do something wrong again…? I-I probably offended him… by not letting him kiss me… that's all he wanted… right? Emil sat up slowly, still regrettably naïve and innocent, unable to understand exactly what Richter had wanted despite those few intermitted bouts of pseudo-coitus when Emil had willingly allowed Richter to swallow him. The thought just somehow never registered in Emil's mind that Richter might want to try it the old-fashioned way. It could be attributed to the fact that the liquor had retarded his logic beyond its usual slowness, but it was still rather sad that the boy couldn't piece it all together. He approached Richter, sitting beside him and leaning down until he could see the half-elf's face through the strands of red hair and interlocked fingers.

He tapped Richter on the back, but aroused no response. He cleared his throat, and when Richter still didn't look up at him, he began to speak. "Hey, um, R-Richter? I'm-I'm sorry if I did something to upset you… I just… I didn't know what to do so I-"

"Quit apologizing. It's not your fault… you didn't upset me…" Richter groaned, slumping even more as he let his limbs go limp. "…No, it's me… It's what I've done wrong…" Emil squinted at him, not fully understanding what he meant. He didn't think Richter had done anything wrong at all… a bit strange perhaps, but not wrong. Richter's heart ached as he looked into those innocent eyes, and it tore him apart to watch the boy pity him so. "I'm… I'm sorry…" He pulled away from Emil, staggering to his feet. He took a few wobbly steps, obviously drunk off his ass, though he tried to pretend otherwise. He stumbled, and Emil - for once in his life acting in a timely manner - jumped immediately to his feet; and, though he lacked the coordination for it, tried to keep Richter upright. Being as heavy as he was and already well off balance, Emil's support didn't help much, and Richter still ended up tumbling to the ground, pulling Emil down with him.

Richter lay spread out on the grass where he'd fallen and Emil instinctively apologized as he landed with a thud on top of the half-elf. A swarm of fireflies, which were roused from their sleep when the males first tumbled into the weeds, took flight as Richter blushed, not even bothering to tell Emil his apology was once again unnecessary. Emil breathed a sigh as he admired the glowing insects' beauty. He turned to Richter to express his appreciation for the lovely display of nature only to discover that the half-elf was sobbing, head turned to the side, eyes dark and wet, hiding his tears though his brow was knitted in an expression of suppressed sorrow and he chewed his lower lip in a futile attempt to keep it from trembling^[4].

"R-Richter?!" Emil started as he took in the shocking image. Richter cringed as he felt Emil's delicate touch on his cheek, tilting his face, and he was ashamed by his lack of control even now, wanting to sink into the ground and disappear rather than be seen in such a sorry state. Emil shuddered as he took in the full view of Richter's face, contorted by the sobs, and he felt himself getting choked up as well. Richter's chest spasmodically rose and fell as he tried to control his breathing.

"Emil… I'm so, so sorry…" He wiped the tears from his cheeks and eyes, wishing he could wipe himself out just as easily.

"Sorry? For what?" Emil slid off of Richter, allowing the half-elf to sit upright.

"I… I lied to you, Emil… I didn't make that mead… I've never made mead in my life…"

"Wha…? I-I'm not sure I understand… i-is that such a terrible thing to tell a white lie? It wasn't right, and I'm a little shocked that you'd do something like that, but I'm not mad at you Richter… so why are you this upset about it?"

"Because of the reason why I lied… I told you I made it so you would drink it, but I only wanted you to drink it because I thought if you did, I could get you to have sex with me!" Richter drew his arms and legs close to his body, sobbing into his hands as he hugged his knees against his stomach.

"You whaaaaaaat?!" Emil jumped back, completely taken by surprise.

"I know…" Richter groaned, "I'm a terrible person." Emil stared at the redhead as he let the thought sink in. He had never thought Richter felt that way about him. He knew Richter liked him a lot, but he never thought Richter was at that stage in their relationship. He knew he liked Richter "that way", but he hadn't noticed Richter make any signals of the same sort of affection. He had always thought that Richter enjoyed having him around because he liked his cooking, he'd always thought Richter enjoyed eating him because he made Richter's stomach feel good, but it had never crossed Emil's mind that all this time, Richter had actually been turned on by all of it. He felt stupid for not having noticed before, but looking back, it all made perfect sense. The way Richter had always protected him, all the times he had gone out of his way to help Emil, how he had fawned over him, doted on him, even given him that stone that time Aqua tried to kill him… it wasn't just because Richter liked him… it was because he loved him. And he wanted to express that love in the most intimate way possible now…

Emil turned bright red as he crawled over to Richter, rousing the fireflies anew as he rustled the grass around them. Hearing the noise, Richter shyly looked up only to have Emil throw his arms around him and lock his quivering lips with the redhead's. Richter was knocked backward by the force of the embrace and he uttered some muffled sound of shock as he once again wound up on his back. Emil clambered on top of him and Richter wept even harder at the realization that Emil was accepting him anyway, despite his deceit. He was overwhelmed by the boy's forgiveness, and before he could stop himself, he found himself in a tangled embrace with the teen as their passionate kiss continued. The chaste kisses quickly escalated to more heated forms and before long their tongues were darting into each other's mouths and all hell just broke loose.

They rolled through the grass, arms touching every part, tongues frantically trying to reach every inch of the other's mouth and beyond. Eventually, out of necessity for oxygen, they parted lips to catch their breath. Richter was once again brought to rigidity and he felt his hunger for Emil rejuvenated tenfold. He lay there, somehow back on top after several turns during the kiss. His heart was pounding as he gasped for air, and he watched Emil's chest heave as the blond huffed, tired and sweaty in his heavy, dark attire. The way he blushed so sweetly in the heavenly light of the moon, the way his eyes gleamed like emeralds, the way his gentle touch made Richter tingle, it drove Richter wild.

Emil moaned and wrapped one arm around what he could manage of the half-elf's pudgy waist as he stroked the massive tummy in broad circles with his other hand, stirring Richter into a frenzy. Richter's green eye's shimmered, reflecting the glow of the fire as he stood panting, tearing off whatever clothes remained on his body, exposing his nude form in the pale moonlight. His legs were sinewy, beautifully toned, just as the torso above would have been if not for his large dinner that evening. His pecks were still lustrous and robust, gleaming proudly above his rotund, ample belly. His silky red hair hung loose and free over his deltoids, biceps rigid and tense as he flexed his muscles anxiously, waiting for Emil to speak. The boy was mute with awe, however, as his eyes traced the angelic outline of Richter's body. Richter tousled his hair, taking off his silver-framed Dual Blaze glasses and tossing them into the pile of his clothes. Emil was entranced by those unfettered green irises, framed by the half-elf's current feral form.

Richter growled as a playful bestial gesture to Emil, though a small bit of it helped vent his frustration that their debauchery had not yet started. He crouched over Emil, kneading the dirt with his fingers and toes as sweat dripped from his body. Finally, when he couldn't stand it any longer, he took matters into his own hands… or rather… teeth. He licked the crook of Emil's neck, following the curve until he reached the scarf. He bit into it and tugged it loose, going immediately to the next piece of clothing once the black strip of cloth had been cast aside. Emil had (finally) taken this as a cue to undress, so he started with what little of his body was not obstructed by Richter. He proceeded to remove one of his gloves, albeit slowly, since every move Richter made sent shivers of pleasure down Emil's spine.

Just as Richter managed to gnaw off Emil's shirt, the boy had finally succeeded in pulling off one glove. Richter went for the other one, sucking on each of the boy's slender fingers as he worked the gauntlet off with his mouth. All the while, he was grinding against the boy's sensitive areas, making the both of their members large and hard. When both Emil's hands were bare, Richter stripped Emil's shoes and socks off by hand, unwilling to waste time on them using any other method. Emil began slipping out of his pants before Richter tore past them, eager to begin. Boxers were last, strewn haphazardly in the grass as Richter kneeled above his partner.

The boy seemed frail due to his gentle, mild and child-like demeanor, but his body showed no signs of such frailness. Sturdy bones, finely toned, but still soft and young, pink in the flesh, free from scars and blemishes. Emil had the figure of perfect health, a young teen in the prime of his years, neither too slender nor overly muscled, and all features were smooth, perfectly blended together like a finely crafted sculpture.

His joints were fluid in movement as he reached up to touch Richter's face; his body had the aura of cherub as he smiled innocently in the man's arms. Richter lifted the boy, sweetly but with obvious eagerness, and held the teen's warm body up to his own. As if he had done this sort of thing before, Emil instinctively coiled his arms around Richter's neck, straddling him for optimum contact as he wrapped his legs around Richter's waist, of course, at the slenderest point just above the hips.

Richter ran his fingers through Emil's soft tufts of golden hair as he broke the silence with a question. "So… you, uh, wanna be on top or…?"

Emil shook his head. "No, you can be on top…" He sighed loudly.

"You sure? I'm kinda… heavy…"

"No, no, not at all… you're… perfect. Please, I don't mind, really. You be on top."

"Alright, then…" Richter gently eased Emil back onto the ground, positioning himself at the boy's entrance. His organ twitched excitedly as it prepared to force entry, but he had enough restraint in him to wait a moment longer. He bent forward and kissed Emil lovingly, and it was reciprocated instantly. "You ready?"

"Yes, yes… just do it!" Emil clutched Richter desperately, pressing himself even closer to the red-haired man. "Do it now…!"

Richter aligned his member carefully, took a deep breath, then without warning, thrust it inside. Emil gasped shrilly, and Richter bit down on his lip as he stifled a wail of pleasure. He dithered there inside Emil for a moment before pulling back and shoving deeper inside. This time, both Richter and Emil cried out, gripping even more tightly to each other's slick body. Richter was trembling now, tensing and relaxing each muscle in turn, feeling the sweep of pleasure throughout his entire body. Richter's plump belly fit perfectly with the concave slope of Emil's thin waist like they were made to form a perfect union. Emil's stiff member was pressed somewhere between the two, and he moaned as he enjoyed the friction it received there.

Richter pressed his sopping wet face up to Emil's, nibbling tenderly on his ear as he gradually settled into a slow, steady rhythm. He groaned against the blond's cheek as he felt the boy's muscular canal squeeze and rub against the sensitive head of his sexual piece, resisting its advance, but caressing it so expertly as if Emil had some sort of control over it. He pushed deeper and deeper with each thrust, so absorbed in his efforts that he didn't notice Emil's squeals of pleasure until he had finally reached maximum depth.

Emil accepted each push with relish, and eagerly awaited the next with each retreat. He couldn't tell exactly where the source of his pleasure was, between his loins or between his cheeks… the pleasure on the inside paralleled the pleasure on the outside. He hadn't been able to see the dimensions of Richter's unmentionables before, since his stomach had obstructed their view, but from what Emil felt, pulsating and pounding inside of him, it must have been huge. Emil ran his fingers through Richter's crimson locks, vying desperately for more body contact.

Richter increased his pace, now having no room left to press forward, and he grunted as he tried to please Emil, who had now found his ability to speak somewhat. "Oh, Richter… M-more, ohhhhhh… hnnnngh… More…"

Richter smirked, almost fiendishly, as he obliged, making Emil squirm and writhe in his arms. As his motion increased in pace and magnitude, Richter began to notice that his stomach had begun churning as well, following the rhythm of his thrusting. The gentle sloshing sound was one thing, but the feeling… that was what Richter reveled in most about the sensation. His two favorite organs being pampered and pleasured, he could get used to this.

The sound of the sloshing, however, proved the more substantial stimulus for Emil, and he began shifting into each of the thrusts, rubbing against the soft belly with his own privates, increasing his pleasures as well. Richter repeated the blond's name, gasping it, screaming it, whispering it, crying it; he couldn't speak any other words. It was like his entire vocabulary had been translated into different ways of saying "Emil" to which the only plausible response was a similar sentence made entirely of uniquely moaned "Richter"s …

By now, Richter could go no faster and resorted to adding increasing force to each thrust. Each time that wonderful, engorged mass of stiff, hard muscle pounded into him, Emil found the wind knocked out of him again and again. Emil was shaking violently, tingling as he drew close to his climax. Richter had been holding back for a while now, and was trembling just the same from trying not to finish prematurely. Emil bit into Richter's shoulder, wailing like a banshee as he approached the asymptote in the inverse tangent function that was his pleasure, just before his finish line. Richter gave it the final shove, a hard, powerful, swift, satisfying slam that penetrated deeper than ever before, setting both males off with a gratified howl as both ejaculated forcefully.

Emil released Richter's shoulder capturing the man's lips instead as he expressed his approval for a wonderful performance. This was Emil's first time ever doing that with a partner… It was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to him. Richter was the same way, and he took pleasure in knowing that he had given Emil as satisfying an experience as Emil had given him. Eventually, their hearts slowed back to their normal rhythm and their breathing followed suit. Finally breaking their sweaty embrace, Richter pulled out. He flopped into the grass beside Emil, sighing as the cool air swept over them. He smiled, filled to bursting with happiness, and he stretched lazily in the grass. Emil curled up beside him, resting his head on Richter's chest as he massaged the half-elf's belly. Richter wrapped one arm around the boy and held him close as he folded the other arm under his head, gazing up at the night sky.

The stars that night were beautiful, and every so often, a firefly or two would rest on one of their shoulders or knees before catching the next passing wind. It was like the whole world had just stopped around them. After a while, Emil began to shiver despite Richter's warm embrace. They gathered their things and settled back next to the fire. After Richter insisted, Emil put on his white camise. "It's what couples do." Richter said bluntly, "And I'm not lying about that." Emil had laughed. Richter clothed himself in the remaining articles of his usual outfit, minus the usual gold-and-red bolo tie which had likely disappeared somewhere in the grass. He lifted the torn remnants of Emil's shirt, simpering as he rather wished he had possessed a little more self-control and not rendered it nothing more than a broad piece of black cloth with two straps at either edge. He held it out toward Emil, turning red as he apologized and promised to make suitable repairs. Emil burst out laughing, teasing Richter for becoming the one who was constantly apologizing needlessly; Richter laughed too.

For a moment, Emil was a bit surprised; Richter had never laughed before…^[5] There was a beauty in the deep monotone of the laughter, like the tolling of a bell. Richter noticed Emil's surprised silence, and paused to inquire as to why.

"Is something the matter, Emil? You got really quiet all of a sudden."

"Oh, no… It's nothing… It's just… That was the first time you've ever laughed."

"Huh, I suppose it is!" Richter chuckled. "I guess I just haven't had very much to laugh about before. Now that you mention it… it's kind of… nice… being able to laugh again." He smiled whimsically, turning from Emil to pick up the boy's item case. He opened it to pack Emil's torn shirt inside when a faint glow from inside the bag caught his attention. He rummaged around, past a few gels and some war trophies, until his hand brushed something cool and smooth. He lifted the object from the bottom of the bag and turned it over in his palm. His eyes widened as he recognized the glowing stone; it was the Yromem Stone, the stone he had given to Emil a while back… He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Emil… Y-you kept this stone all this time?" Emil looked up with a charming smile.

"Yeah, of course! I never let it out of my sight. You gave it to me so… it's been a very special memento to me…" Emil blushed, even though he really had no reason to anymore.

"Well then… It appears as though I have lied to you again…" Richter's expression became serious, contemplative, but Emil misinterpreted the man's meaning, thinking that Richter was referring to what he had said the day he had given Emil the stone.

"I… I understand… It was yours to begin with, anyway. You can have it back. I don't mind…"

"What the devil do you mean? I have no need for this stone anymore… I gave it to you so you could keep it; I'm not the kind to renege on something like that."

"Oh! Well what did you mean when you said you lied, then? And… by the way… what did you want this stone for anyway? And…"

"Whoa, whoa… slow down, kid. One question at a time. Although, those two are rather connected. Let's go chronologically, shall we?" Richter tucked Emil's shirt into his bag and set it at his feet as he sat beside the boy. He turned the smooth oval stone over and over in his hand as he spoke. "This is called an Yromem Stone… there are very few of them in the world. It's estimated that there are about three or four… You see, back during the Great Kharlan War that split the world in two, there were an estimated 200 major battles, but only 4 resulted in tremendous bloodshed… it is said that at the places where those four battles took place one of these stones was created by the intense surge of mana that was released when so many people were killed. However, the fourth battle had the greatest amount of bloodshed; it was the last battle before the world split. Therefore, it's impossible to know what was actually created with all the excess mana. Many legends have said that it was that intense burst of mana that caused the world to split, others say an incredibly powerful Yromem Stone was created, and to this day I still don't know which of the legends are true."

Emil cocked his head to the side, a bit confused by the strange story, and what exactly it had to do with any of his questions. Richter noticed the boy's confusion and, skipping the history lesson, continued to explain the mysterious stone. "Now, after sifting through many obscure manuscripts I deciphered a few clues as to where the location of one of these stones was, the one we have here right now. Truth be told, I tried to get to it without your help first… but I couldn't get beyond a certain point in those caves… I'm sorry to say, but my first intention was to use you to reach the stone… Only now do I realize the real reason we were able to pass beyond the seal… I'm very glad now, knowing there was more to you than just Ratatosk. But when I had asked you, I really only intended to use your powers to get beyond the barriers in my way… I thought that as a Knight of Ratatosk, your presence could dispel the magical fields around those barriers… Even though I hadn't known you were Ratatosk at the time, I thought for sure that his power would corrupt you if you continued to be a Knight of Ratatosk… but when we finally reached our goal… I… I had come to realize… there was something more to you… I thought that if I gave you a chance, maybe things would work out differently. I'm so glad they did…"

"That still doesn't answer any of my questions, Richter… What exactly were you going to use the stone for?"

"Be patient… I'm getting there… you see the writing there on the stone?" Richter pointed out a series of runes on the surface of the stone, so small that you would never notice them if you weren't looking for them. "It says here that 'those who hold the power of this stone within them can become a mirror to their world.' Several translations have been made, but the closest meaning is that those who have this stone can mimic other people's powers… That's why I originally wanted it… to match the powers of Ratatosk… but after traveling with you, I couldn't bear the thought of using such brutal magic against you if I ever had to fight you in the end. So I gave it to you… You seemed to want it so badly and I figured that the stone would be safe with you, maybe even be of use to you… To be honest, I nearly died when I found out you were Ratatosk -or more correctly, that you were a part of Ratatosk. When I realized that I had handed over such a powerful artifact to Ratatosk, I pitched one hell of a fit, believe you me." Richter laughed quietly to himself, remembering the anxiety that discovery had caused him.

He quite literally wiped the smile off his face, calming to a more dignified tone before he continued. "I thought for certain you had gotten rid of it, seeing as you never used its powers. I thought for certain something guarded by the seal of Ratatosk must have been something he knew how to use… but he never did. I wonder why not…"

Emil shrugged. "I'm not sure either. B-But that still doesn't answer my other question. What exactly did you lie about…? I mean, obviously you didn't trust me with the entire truth back then, but knowing what I know now, I don't blame you. I understand your reasons for everything, wanting to avenge Aster, prevent the world from plunging into chaos, keeping Ratatosk from wiping out the human race… but that's not really a lie… it was necessary. You had no reason to trust me as a 'Knight of Ratatosk' and even less reason to trust me once you found out I was Ratatosk… "

"That's not the lie I'm talking about, though I'm very grateful that you understand and forgive me for those lies as well… I'm not proud of any of them… but the lie I was referring to was much more recent. Remember how I said I didn't think there was a way for you to do what I can do?" Emil nodded. "Well, seeing as you still have the Yromem Stone, it appears I was wrong about that…"

It took Emil a few seconds to realize what Richter meant, but once he did, he was ecstatic. He jumped to his feet and hugged Richter tightly, shaking with joy. "Richter! Y-you really mean I could use this stone to copy any of your powers?! That's wonderful! I can't believe you would knowingly give such a precious item to me… I'm… I'm so happy!" He squeezed Richter even harder and the redhead blushed in response.

"Hey… Come on… It's not that big a deal… I'm just glad it makes you happy, I don't want thanks for something like that… not after all the things I've put you through… Somebody like me doesn't deserve thanks from someone like you…"

Emil's joy melted into a faint sadness. "Richter, stop blaming yourself for everything. Everything you did… even if it was a bit extreme… you always did it with good intentions in mind… I know you're not a bad person, I always knew it, so stop treating yourself like one!" Emil buried his face into Richter's crimson locks as he nuzzled his shoulder. "Please, Richter… Stop punishing yourself!" Emil sobbed against the redhead's chest. "You never laugh, you rarely smile, you're just so cold sometimes… I just know that's not the real you! Every so often, I catch a glimpse of that hidden part of yourself that you keep buried under all that darkness, but it's so hard sometimes to get you to take off all those disguises. Do you think that if you hate yourself it makes up for the things you did?! Do you think that if you try to be happy, something bad will happen?! Like somebody is going to take it away from you in retribution for your supposed sins?! Do you think distancing yourself from me with all those walls you build from self-loathing and sadness protects either one of us?! It's hurting us both! Why can't you see that?!" Emil sobbed against Richter, eyes pouring tears onto Richter's cloak, and Richter sat speechless, letting the words sink in.

Finally he spoke, stroking the boy's hair tenderly. "What do you want me to do…?"

"Leave it all behind! Throw it away! All that pain, the sadness, the guilt, throw it all away!" Emil screamed as he grasped Richter by the collar, staring up at him with his watery green eyes. "I want you to stop hiding… I want to see you smile! I want to hear you laugh! I want to have a conversation that doesn't result in one of us crying! Don't you understand, Richter?! I love you!"

To be Continued...

Footnotes:

^[1] "And the bagpipe didn't say no." - (Shel Silverstein, "The Bagpipe Who Didn't Say No", Where the Sidewalk Ends, 132). Thank you Shel Silverstein for making my childhood such a memorable and fun one!
^[2] ...just five seconds later... - Originally, the vore in this section was shorter, and there was a bit of a masturbation scene here. I took it out because it just didn't sound or flow as well. Plus the masturbation scene seemed really... well, impersonal for both characters...
^[3]Occam's Razor - A philosophical and scientific rule that states that simple explanations be preferred to more complicated ones and that explanations of new phenomena should be based on what is already known. As a scientist, Richter would likely employ this sort of reasoning, ignoring the fact that the man this rule is named after did not exist in Aselia...
^[4] ...in a futile attempt to keep it from trembling. - Yeah, I know Richter is really out of character here. But he's drunk. I think you can all excuse a little OOC-ness caused by alcohol, can't you?
^[5] ...had never laughed before... - Yeah, so I wrote this before I was aware of the Richter side-quest in the Camberto Caves where Richter actually does laugh. So, since I already wrote it out this way, and it would be a pain to fix it, in this story, this should be considered the first time Richter laughs aloud in front of Emil. The side-quest was optional, anyway, so just assume that Emil didn't go with Richter to the Camberto Caves in this one, then.
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