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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of the New World/Knight of Ratatosk or any of the characters involved, and I make no profit from this fan fiction.

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Richter awoke the next morn to that pleasantly full sensation that he coveted. He smiled and caressed his belly, turning over gently as he sensed Emil's regular rubs, rather wishing to stay asleep a while longer, just to enjoy more of those pleasant dreams. But he couldn't ignore that tantalizing movement inside his stomach and he slowly peeled his eyes open to take in the morning. Golden light was pouring in through the curtains and raising a dim cloud of motes in the room. It was a cozy, welcoming scene that made the dawn much friendlier to a man who once loathed the sight. Perhaps it was Emil's presence that changed his perspective and taught him to love life again. He yawned and stretched, sitting up at last in preparation for the morning routine. Emil sat up inside him as well, stroking him more eagerly now that he knew Richter was definitely awake.

The redhead grinned down at his bloated middle and greeted it's occupant in a melodious and cheerful voice. "Good morning, Emil. Did you sleep well?"

"Very well, thanks to you, Richter." Emil giggled, and the response pleased Richter.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing myself. I quite enjoy having you, Emil, you know that?" The half-elf massaged his distended middle and grinned as the human within wriggled against the touches. "It's kind of like symbiosis in a way, isn't it? We both get something pleasant from the relationship… Speaking of which… Can I, uh, talk to you about something?"

Emil was puzzled; Richter sounded a little earnest when he asked that… "S-sure, I guess… What about?"

"Nothing… just… a few things I've been meaning to tell you… Would you mind if I let you out first? I'd rather talk about this face-to-face, if you don't mind."

"Alright… That's fine by me, Richter."

Within a few minutes, Emil had emerged from Richter's belly, rinsed off in the shower and returned to Richter's side on the corner of the bed, wrapped in a fluffy white towel and eyes brimming with curiosity. Richter wrapped his arms around the blond, kissing his cheek and his neck. Once he was satisfied with that, Richter set the boy in front of him and, staring into his deep green eyes, he began.

"Emil… I think I'm finally ready to tell you about my powers…"

"Your powers? Before, you just said they were something you've lived with for a long time, that you didn't know much about them. I just assumed you were born with them, isn't that what you said?"

"Well, I hate to say it, but…"

"You lied again, didn't you?" Emil sighed. "I guess I should be used to that by now… What 'deep, dark secrets' were you trying to mask this time…?"

Richter laughed, "Well, I suppose I should be grateful that you aren't deeply offended by the fact that I lied this time, though I'm not sure sarcasm is much better… Rather than try to explain my reasons, I'll just skip the excuses and get straight to the point… After that, I'm sure you can form your own theories about why I tried to hide what I'm about to reveal." He took a deep breath and began a story he never thought he'd reveal to anyone.

"Years ago, when I was a young researcher at the Sybak Research Academy, I was experimenting with a project I called 'Endless Mana'…"

"Endless Mana…?" Emil echoed.

"Yeah, it was a project designed to find a renewable source of mana, so to speak. My goal was to find some way of generating usable mana from monsters, kind of like a battery. But, through my experiments, I came across something quite unexpected. It was a sort of mana metabolic conservation genome present in some monsters. I happened upon it quite by accident; I discovered there were particular monsters that I could not extract mana from though they showed proficiency in magic capabilities. I figured out that these same monsters also had the ability to utilize this mana metabolism and I became quite fascinated with it. I started trying to engineer mice with the same genome and after a few trial runs, I finally isolated the strand of DNA responsible for that gene and inserted it into the mitochondria of a few pregnant lab mice. I was rather disappointed that neither the mothers nor the first and second-generation offspring showed the desired trait, but the third generation offspring were magnificent specimens indeed. They not only showed tremendous mana metabolism, but physical metabolism as well; I could go without feeding them for well over 6 weeks and they were as energetic as ever.

"As you can imagine, I was thrilled with my discovery. I tampered with the genetic code a bit on the mice that had finally adopted the metabolic traits I sought and eventually developed a serum that could mutate the DNA in mice 3 days after the injection. After I had made sure it had no harmful side effects and many generations of mice had lived painless lives, I presented my findings to the head of the Research Committee. I was eager to try the experiment on a human test subject, and had it gone properly, I'm sure it would have made historic strides toward more efficient mana usage for Tethe'allans and eventually for Sylvaranti once the two worlds were united. Unfortunately, they had very different ideas…"

"Wh-what do you mean, Richter, what happened?" Emil sat attentively, body tense and trembling, almost as if he were living the story that was being told.

"You know how we half-elves were persecuted and only valued for our intelligence? Well, apparently, they took "human test subject" a little too literally, and took offense to it at that. They called me an insolent, barbaric half-breed. They cursed me for my impudence: how dare I, a lesser race, suggest that my research be tested on humans? They stormed my lab, and as I tried to protect my experiment, they decided to make an example of me. They strapped me down, in that cursed basement laboratory, and they injected me with a sample of the experimental DNA. At first, I felt nothing, no difference… but I was relieved a little too soon. That night, I underwent excruciating pain, every muscle in my body convulsed, every nerve sent only signals of pain throughout my body. The following morning, I had changed… I no longer felt desire for food and the Research Committee soon discovered this as well. As you can imagine, their cruelty did not stop there; they found this rather advantageous, you see, not having to feed us as they normally would, and they were eager to subject my other colleagues to it. Therefore, I did the only reasonable thing I could do. I destroyed all my research, every document, every vial, every record of the experiment, including the mice. The only evidence left was me, and I was damn near suicide to prevent them from doing terrible things with my research.

"But they were expecting that, and they kept me alive, but only just, hoping to wring out any information they could about the experiment from me. They got by treating me like the mice, feeding me once every two weeks or so, at first, to seem generous. But they kept pushing it… Every month, then every two months, slowly they began to starve answers out of me. Soon, I was at my wits end, I was about to reveal everything just to make the damned torture stop. True, I could survive longer without food, but it was more like dying of starvation was drawn out, painfully extended… Then, my miracle came. The two worlds were merged, the individuals responsible for the cruelty at the Academy were replaced, and half-elves ceased being persecuted… or at least, the severity was lessened. We were freed from our enslavement there in the basement of that Academy, but several of us stayed to complete our research. As for myself, I was hell bent on coming up with some way to reverse what they'd done to me. But… even though Aster and I were good friends, pretty much since we first met at the Academy, I never told him what had happened. At first, I avoided him entirely; I holed myself up with my research and rarely spoke to him if we happened to pass in the halls. He grew quite concerned for my wellbeing and eventually he confronted me. I had told him everything was fine, I was just overloaded with work, but he didn't really buy that answer. Still, he left me to my devices as I had asked. However, he was the curious sort, and one day he caught a glimpse of my notes as I passed him in the lab.

"I still remember his exact words… 'Researching monsters?! How interesting! I did a thesis on them a month or so ago. Any chance you'd want some help?' I turned him down countless times, but he kept insisting. Eventually, I let him observe me, and gradually I warmed up to him again. It wasn't long before we were talking and laughing like we used to. Finally, I decided I would let him help me with my research. I didn't want to have to tell him about what had happened to me, about why I was trying to find a way to speed up metabolism in mice, but I was prepared to if I needed to. I just felt it was wrong to deny his help when he seemed so intent on being useful. At the time, I had reached a dead end in the experiment and I was admittedly just grasping at straws, thinking that maybe if he helped out, I'd make some progress. To my surprise, he helped quite willingly, and didn't ask me about the motivation behind the experiment. I was rather relieved by that, and I was even more relieved when his aid yielded results. I won't go into extensive detail, but using the same techniques as before, I had recreated the serum and the mana metabolic mice. Then, with Aster's help, I was able to develop an 'antiserum', so to speak, and it seemed to work quite well on the mice. Unfortunately, mice cannot speak. I had no way of knowing exactly how it countered the effects of the metabolic injection… As I discovered shortly after using it on myself, it does not really rid you of the original effects of the first genetic flux, rather, it develops a new and opposite genetic flux as well…one that speeds metabolism and as a result increases the amount of energy that can be consumed. Nevertheless, I never let on around Aster… He seemed so happy when he thought he had helped me with whatever my experiment was. So I pretended that my problems really were all solved, that our experiment was a success, continuing my research alongside Aster. Eventually, we began researching Ratatosk. And you know the rest of my story from there.

"Looking back on it now, I think somehow he always knew… I think he knew why I was researching metabolism. I feel so stupid for not noticing it then, but now, I remember quite distinctly… on the day we finally created a successful antiserum, he had smiled and said 'we finally found a cure'… I had thought nothing of it at the time, but only now do I realize, I was the only one to whom this genetic flux was an affliction, only to me was this antiserum a cure for my curse… Somehow, he knew…"

Emil nodded. "I see… So it was Aster that helped you open up again. It was Aster that helped you through that difficult time in your life. And then Ratatosk took him from you…" Emil sounded remorseful, still blaming himself for Ratatosk's sins.

Richter took Emil by the hands. "Yes… And his death was a difficult thing for me to get over. And that's why you're so important to me."

"Because I remind you of Aster…" Emil sulked gloomily in his seat. So the truth had come out at last, had it? Richter loved Aster, not him… that's just how it was, how it always had been.

Richter grabbed Emil firmly by the shoulders, turning the boy's face back in his direction. "I won't lie… at first, that was what grabbed my attention. You look very much like him. But… that is not the reason I love you. True, Aster helped me overcome my feelings about humans, that hatred and resentment, but you did a much more precious thing: you helped me overcome my feelings about Aster… and feelings about myself. If it weren't for you, I might still be grieving, wasting my life in tribute to someone who will never return, I nearly sold my soul to the demons beyond the Ginnungagap because I just couldn't get over his death. You absolved me of my regrets and gave me a new reason to live. You helped me feel what I thought I had long forgotten, you brought me joy again, happiness, love. You taught me that my powers aren't a curse, they're a gift… You showed me what it really means to be brave… You helped me to see all the good things in myself and in others, and I'm far from perfect, but I'm growing because of you. That's why I need you, to help me continue on this path, to become a better person. You evoke feelings in me that I've never experienced before, such joy, such desire, such passion and fervor, such profound emotions… I can't live without that, anymore. Emil, I never want to be without you. I want you to promise me… Promise me that you'll never leave me, that you'll forever be mine. Please, just tell me that you'll always love me and I swear to you, I'll devote my entire being to you. You mean everything to me, Emil… I want to be together with you, always."

Emil gripped Richter tightly, pulling him in. He engaged Richter in a passionate kiss and continued it for several minutes. They broke away with a sigh and a smile. "I've wanted to ask you to do the same for a long time, Richter." Emil's eyes shone brilliantly, the morning light made them seem to glow passionately and bright as he spoke. "I accept, Richter; and I promise to be yours, forever…"

Richter smiled, but it was an atypical, profound and foreign smile that Emil had never seen before. It was not amusement or contentment, neither pleased nor cheery; it was more than affection, more than joy, it was something entirely new. It was passionate, vibrant, exuberant, ecstatic, and euphoric, there were no precise words that entirely described it, but Emil could tell - though he could not label the expression - that his acceptance had given Richter what he had longed for: fulfillment. That enraptured glow that lit the half-elf's eyes made Emil's heart pound; he was suddenly aware of a change in his own feelings. That meek, shy, childish sense of love he had practiced before had evolved and grown into something more. The concept of individual feelings had left him, his chest felt heavy with this new passion. Those thoughts he once had that separated "he" and "I", which differentiated "his feelings" from "my feelings" were gone. Now, for the first time, it was "we", and it was this new sense of unity that stirred Emil.

Emil brushed against Richter's chest, leaning his head against the man's shoulder and whispering into his ear. "We'll always be together from now on… I promise you… For as long as you'll have me, I'll be by your side… All I ask for in return is your love. It's all I ever wanted."

Richter's eyes were moist and glistening as he held the teen just a little tighter. "Then it shall be forever… because I'll never stop loving you." Richter's hands drifted toward Emil's waist, fondling the edge of the towel that wrapped the blond's lower body. He undid the loose knot and the fluffy white cloth sloughed off to reveal Emil's obvious eagerness. Emil reciprocated the gesture - tugging down the man's boxers - accepting Richter's offer, but with a surprising twist. He gently forced the redhead down, caressing his cheek with his delicate fingers as he hovered over him. Richter was a little surprised by the gesture, but did not resist, instead welcoming the boy's bold advance; he rather liked this new display of courage.

Emil was just as surprised by the half-elf's willingness, he was almost certain Richter would have taken control the instant he had hit the pillows, nearly positive that the redhead would have pulled him down right after and rolled on top; Emil was suddenly flattered by Richter's resignation of power. The blond blushed, eyes drifting over Richter's beautiful, supine figure. The redhead merely smiled, still without objection as the blond positioned himself at his entrance.

A deep breath, and the boy plunged in. Emil felt Richter shudder and lean into the thrust, and Emil was glad to give him another prompt thrust in response. While Emil's endowment may not have been quite as impressive as Richter's, it provided equal pleasure. Every movement made both males moan and gasp. It was as if they were physically built for each other, the way their fingers intertwined, the way their lips locked, the way various parts fit together was divinely engineered. They moved in harmony, each enhancing the other's pleasure moment by moment. Like a musician and his instrument, an artist and his paint brush, a poet and his pencil, they performed masterfully with each other. They played one another expertly, knowing just what notes to hit, what chords to strike, what beats to follow. They painted each other with emotion, hands following every line and curve, every stroke brought new expressions of joy and bliss, cheek's colored red with passion. Their every moan was like a lyric in a song, each jotting down a line, the other writing it's rhyme, a fluid harmony that encouraged the other to outdo his last line.

There was heat and passion and glorious release. The two formed a union that cannot be described, and one that would take much too long to even begin to try. Behind closed doors, with a key comfortingly near to remind them of their privacy, they were free to express themselves and their newly cemented bond. On damp sheets and twisted covers, they lay together, spooning like your average couple, but to them, it was much more than simple affectionate cuddling. To them, this was completion, this was the end of the beginning. They had gone from friends to companions and from companions to lovers. Now they were waving goodbye to being just lovers and preparing for that next step.

The feeling of each other's warm bodies made both feel like crying. It was an emotion stronger than happiness, but different from love. That simple knowledge, that feeling of closeness and unity with another, that sudden insight of life and realization that they were individuals and yet one in the same, that molding of unique and unified… they just wanted to melt into one another, merge into a single entity because that was the only way they could be closer… That ecstasy that makes you want to kill yourself because you feel immortal, that was what they were experiencing.

When at last the delayed sensation of hunger gripped them, they released each other, garbed themselves, and meandered back down to the dining hall. It was boisterous and loud as the room was jam packed with guests, all of which were eating a hearty breakfast before heading out, just like Emil and Richter. They were seated at a booth under a bright painting of a cascading waterfall. They ordered in almost a celebratory manner; Richter, allowing himself to go a little wild, ordered a short stack and hash browns in addition to his usual morning meal of bacon and eggs, and Emil ordered a stack of blueberry pancakes and a fruit parfait. The waitress curtsied perfunctorily and disappeared between the crowded tables as she left to fetch their drinks.

Richter was remarkably jovial, and not just for a man whose usual demeanor was heinously introverted. He talked easily and freely with Emil, almost as though he were another person entirely. He had finally adjusted to the less than private atmosphere and was bold enough to venture a hand under the table and across to Emil's thigh. His broad fingers were greeted by Emil's, soft and warm, and it made Richter feel even more at home in the boy's soft green gaze. Their food and beverages arrived, and with the same ceremonious fervor, they tucked in to their meals.

While they ate, Richter could think of nothing other than Emil. That morning, they had made a tremendous transition in their relationship… and yet… Richter couldn't help but feel that transition was not yet complete. While he thought it was a silly tradition, he couldn't help but feel it held some sort of importance, some finality, there was just something about it that said "we're together now, and that's that." True, the commitment they had made was all that mattered, the words they had spoken had more meaning than the pointless gesture expressed by the tradition - Richter rather thought it showed a possessiveness that he found pompous - but he couldn't help feeling that enacting this ridiculous tradition would add the icing to an already wonderful cake.

While the tradition of ring giving was already ridiculous enough, a more ridiculous branch-tradition was to make your proposal in a grandiose, flamboyant manner. All the pomp and circumstance surrounding the act of proposing made it seem a joke, and yet the idea of what proposing was meant to represent, the union between two people, was one that Richter coveted. He dug around in his pocket as he polished off his short stack, finally locating an electrum ring he had picked up a year back. Electrum… a union of gold and silver… it would do nicely. He slipped it onto his finger to keep it - quite literally - close at hand while he waited for the right moment to present itself.

He smiled to himself as he watched Emil, imagining how the boy would react to the proposal. He tried to think of the best way to go about it. He wanted to do it as soon as possible, but discreetly. He had heard of several proposal methods, gleaning bits of information from various conversations throughout the years, but he had never given them much though. Many of them involved flagrant displays of wealth, clever distractions and convoluted, round about techniques, or puerile, sappy, and poorly written love poetry. None of these suited Richter, nor were they appropriate for the time and place. Then, it struck Richter, something that was more his style, clever, endearing, and, most importantly, perfect for such an impromptu proposal. Still, now was not quite the moment, so Richter bided his time, continuing to work on his plate of eggs.

Emil had started on his fruit parfait, and was quite absorbed in it, enjoying it so much that he hadn't noticed the little glob of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth. However, Richter had noticed it, and he reached across the table as subtly as he could, wiping up the sweet white froth and cleaning the creamy morsel off of his fingers with a quick sweep of his tongue. Emil, a bit surprised by the gesture, tested the redhead again, slowly spooning another bite of parfait to his lips, purposely smudging a bit of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth and making certain that Richter saw it. Richter stifled a laugh and again mopped up the cool cream, being extra slow and flirtatious as he sucked the sweet off his finger. The next thing he knew, Emil was directing a spoonful of the dessert toward him. Just as Richter opened his mouth to accept the offer, Emil thrust the mouthful of dessert into his own maw, casting the half-elf a teasing, playful look out of the corners of his eyes as he chewed happily on the sweet blend of strawberries, blueberries, and vanilla ice cream.

Richter chuckled under his breath as Emil swung another tempting morsel under nose. Though he expected the blond to pull away again, Richter opened his mouth and was pleasantly surprised when Emil allowed him to take the mouthful of saccharine dessert from the spoon without any tricks. The combination of the treacle and tart syrup, the sweet ice cream and fruit, the fluffy whipped cream and the refreshing coolness it left on his palate practically made Richter melt in his seat. Though it was modest in comparison to the parfait, the redhead offered Emil a generous forkful of his own meal. Emil accepted it eagerly and offered up a second spoonful of parfait in return.

They went on feeding each other that way for some time, enjoying the bonding experience. Before long, their plates were cleared and they patiently awaited their check. As they made conversation, Richter took the opportunity to enact his plan. While Emil was engrossed in discussing the next place they should visit, Richter imperceptibly reached across the table, not breaking eye contact, and deftly dropped the electrum ring into Emil's glass. The only benefit of the clamor that surrounded them in the diner was that it disguised the faint plink of the ring hitting the bottom of the glass. Satisfied that his maneuver had remained covert, Richter leaned back against the plush leather bench of the booth and contentedly sipped his coffee.

Now, I'm sure you've all experienced the phenomena where you walk side by side with someone and you suddenly fall in stride with them or a similar marvel where you watch someone yawn and you can't help but do the same. This same subconscious synchronization between the human and half-elf stirred Emil into drinking as well. Richter watched expectantly as Emil brought the glass up to his lips, tilted it back, took a few brisk swallows… Richter's eyes widened as Emil finished off the glass of orange juice with one last gulp and set the glass back on the table, completely empty.

Richter pinched the bridge of his nose, snickering against the palm of his hand as he tried to muffle his laughter. "Well," the redhead chuckled, "I guess that means you accept, then!"

Emil stared at Richter in bewilderment. "Accept? Accept what?"

Richter removed his glasses to wipe laughter-born tears from his eyes. "Well, I suppose it was a stupid idea from the beginning; I should have foreseen something like this would happen… I was trying to be clever I suppose. I intended to give you a ring as a sort of 'proposal'… You just swallowed it."

Emil clasped his hands over his mouth in disbelief. "I-I did?! I'm sorry, I didn't realize…!"

"It's alright, it was my fault. You had no way of knowing there was something in your drink… If it were me, I probably would have done the same thing. Don't worry about it, you'll probably pass it in a day, nothing to be too concerned about."

"Oh, I'm not worried per se… I just would have liked to see it. After all, if I'm going to accept the proposal, I'd like to at least see the ring."

Richter scoffed. "What, are you going to refuse me if it's a cheap ring or something?"

"Is it a cheap ring?" Emil raised an eyebrow.

"Of course not! What do you take me for, a skinflint?"

"Well, you have nothing to worry about, then!" Emil smirked.

"If I'm proposing to a gold digger, I most certainly do have something to worry about!" Richter teased.

The waitress returned with their check and Richter paid with his usual precision. Richter finished what remained of his coffee, still enjoying the playful back and forth banter he was having with Emil.

"Really, Richter, you think that little of me? What on earth would I spend your money on, anyway?"

Richter thought for a long while… "You know… I have absolutely no idea!" Richter laughed.

"Exactly. Now then…" Emil leaned back in his seat, stroking his stomach. "Why don't we go back up to the room and…", he lowered his tone to a whisper, "…we can play doctor~" The blond raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Richter rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, you know… We gastrologists charge a lot for an examination. How's a poor boy like you going to pay me?" The half-elf shot the boy a sly grin.

The blond batted his eyelashes. "You seem like a reasonable man, 'Dr. Abend'… I'm sure we can negotiate and reach some sort of agreement…" Emil said with a sultry, lilting whisper.

"Very well," replied the redhead, "Let's get on with it then." They both stood and walked hurriedly from the diner. Emil dashed excitedly up the stairs as Richter followed close behind, tugging off his bolo tie and unbuttoning his shirt with a broad, eager grin. They rushed into their room, locking the door tightly in preparation for their debauchery. Emil began removing his own clothing at this point as Richter started to undo his pants. Once they were both bare-skinned except for their boxers, they began.

"Well, then… What seems to be the trouble, Castagnier?" The half-elf breathed lustily down the young male's neck as he seated the blond in his lap.

"Oh, Doctor Abend… I accidentally swallowed a very important ring, and I simply must get it back as soon as possible." The little human cooed back to the redhead as he rubbed his cheek against the man's well toned chest.

"I see. How unfortunate that I don't have any of my surgical equipment… Oh, well, I suppose I'll just have to do this job by hand." Richter slid off the bed and motioned for Emil to lie on his stomach. Emil did so, propping his head up in the palms of his hands. "Alright, now… Open wide." Richter purred. Emil dropped his jaw and admitted Richter's long, slender digits. The blond hummed happily as he sucked on the man's hands, enjoying their natural saltiness for the first time. After a few moments, Emil swallowed, pulling Richter's wrists into his mouth as he did. He gazed into Richter's eyes as he continued to creep along the length of the half-elf's arms, smile widening when at last he felt the redhead's hands squish into his stomach.

"Fascinating. I've never had a patient with such an amazing ability… if only

I could examine your insides thoroughly with my own eyes… it's such an intriguing power." It was a coded signal for Emil to continue swallowing, and the boy did not hesitate to resume the pleasurable endeavor. While he might have been uncomfortable at the hot springs, Emil was more than eager within the confines of a locked room and he slurped up the redhead with obvious zeal. It wasn't long before Emil felt Richter's head slide into his belly, and the redhead began his search.

At first, he groped blindly in the dark, fingers digging through partially digested breakfast material as he searched for the ring. The sweet yet pungent smell around him was not unpleasant, but it was a bit distracting while Richter felt around in the moist, gooey darkness. Eventually, a faint familiar glow caught his eye. He pulled it out of the slushy mixture that surrounded it, wiping the residual grime off to reveal the tiny runes engraved on the surface of the Yromem Stone. Using it's dim light, he sifted through the chyme that occupied Emil's stomach.

Meanwhile, Emil enjoyed the subtle flavor of the half-elf, whose toned abs currently occupied plenty of space in his mouth. It took all of Emil's self-control to keep himself from gulping down the rest of the redhead. While he did enjoy satisfying Richter, he still had to admit that having the half-elf taking up space in his plump belly was rather enjoyable as well. This, however, was not the appropriate time for such things; after all, he didn't want to waste any of the precious breakfast that Richter had so graciously paid for, and knowing that he still did not possess Richter's prowess at controlling the rate and target of his metabolism, he didn't want to take any risks. So he lay on the bed and moaned as he enjoyed the succulent taste of the older male in his mouth and the gentle rubs that were produced in his engorged belly as the redhead continued to dig for the ring.

Finally, catching a glimpse of the elusive electrum band, betrayed by the faint glint of reflected light as the Yromem Stone cast it's dim glow across it, Richter scooped it up out of the sludge and slipped it onto his finger. Wiping what he could manage of the partially digested goop off of his arms, he dropped the Yromem Stone back into the mire and gave Emil's stomach one final pat. "Mission complete. I've done all the 'research' I can in here, and I've recovered your precious ring. Time for you to 'compensate' me…" Emil let out a muffled giggle and throaty sound of affirmation as he slowly began to ease the redhead back out of his mouth.

Once he was out, Richter made quick use of the shower and returned to his eager blond companion in all his nude glory. He got down on one knee and offered up the ring. "Emil Castagnier…" Richter slipped the ring onto Emil's finger as he spoke. "Will you be my partner?" Emil gazed at the modest ring on his finger, but to him it was infinitely valuable.

He gave the redhead an enthusiastic embrace, holding his head against his bosom as he spoke with wavering voice, overjoyed. "Yes! Yes, of course I will!" That was it, that one final, fickle gesture had done it. At last, it was official, they were partners, walking down the path of life together… Tears of joy ran down Emil's cheeks and he held tightly to his lover. Richter nuzzled the blond fondly. When at last the boy released him, Richter straightened up and smirked at the little human.

"Well, that's all well and good… but you still need to pay the doctor!" The half-elf growled playfully as he lunged at Emil. They toppled over on the bed and Richter gently pinned the boy down. The blond giggled as the redhead forcefully removed his boxers.

"Oh, Doctor… Please be gentle." Emil winked up at the half-elf.

"Boy, I don't do 'gentle'…" Richter snarled, a dark grin creasing his face. The human smiled approvingly in response and the half-elf mounted the boy eagerly. With passion so unrestrained, so violent it almost looked painful, the two made love. It was a simultaneous release, as per usual, and the orgasms were just as violent as the sex. For the second time that morning, they lay in a sweaty, tangled heap, panting against each other in pure, primal bliss.

"You're amazing…" Richter breathed against Emil's damp nape as the two males cuddled side-by-side.

"No, you're amazing…" Emil whispered back. "You really are… and you're a wonderful partner."

"So are you… a magnificent partner…" Richter buried his face in Emil's soft, golden hair.

"I love you so much, Richter" Emil sighed as he clasped Richter's hands tightly in his own.

"I love you, too, Emil… And I always will."
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