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By around midnight most of Chaz Ashley's little group had already retired to the inn. Rika had followed Chaz about half an hour later, having waited just long enough to estimate that he would be in his room by now. She didn't want to talk to him any more that night, and with good reason. Kyra and Rune left with their arms about one another, singing sea shanties together once the pile of money Chaz had left at the bench had run out. Rune had a bit of an ulterior motive with where he put his hands on Kyra, but most of his coordination was spent on walking so it didn't seem to progress much further than that. The crowd at Gyuna's bar was thinning out nicely, leaving only the regulars and one android that the others had forgotten was there.
In many ways Wren had a rather simplistic view of things. He did not sleep or require rest in the way that palmans understood it, and he was not looking forward to spending several empty hours in his inn room all alone. He didn't think he could slip into standby mode if he tried, due to everything that had happened in the day. If he stayed at the bar at least he'd still have people to listen and talk to, even if they were strangers to him. It was better than nothing.
Wren's presence in the bar had turned into something of a novelty as the night wore on. Most, of not all of the drinkers there had never seen an android before and found him understandably curious, while others just assumed him to be a strange-looking palman wearing a lot of metal armor. He got plenty of mixed reactions out of people, and in all honesty, Wren enjoyed the attention in his own way. Mostly it was because he rarely spoke to people, but it also had to do with the idea that these were a sample of the people that he had dedicated his long life to maintaining. It was like giving a face and an identity to something that was usually just statistics on a computer screen.
He had also achieved something of a friendship between two other people at the bar. One was a tall dezorian that was more of an olive shade rather than the traditional green colour, and the other was a young palman man visiting from the town of Tyler. He had become snowed in during some kind of business transaction and couldn't get back to his family until the storm showed signs of weakening. He still had a long time to wait, Wren thought. They weren't that bad for people he had only met hours ago though, despite their noticeable intoxication.
"So, like, if you're really like a walking talking doll and stuff, are you good with numbers and things? I'm just asking because I'm curious. My gramma used to say that they were really super smart." The palman moved away a little as he spoke, making room for the three musicians leaving the inn with their packed-up instruments, finished for the night. He nearly spilt his drink on the guitarist, who glared at him accusingly.
"Hey, don't put him on the spot like that, Roland," admonished the dezorian cheerfully, "he's not a toy. But just conversationally, what's a hundred squillion million plus three?" He asked. "I'll buy you a beer if you tell."
"The answer is one hundred squillion million and three. That would be the most accurate calculation, except that there is no such numerical unit called the 'squillion'. It does not exist, and therefore I cannot give you an accurate reply." Wren said seriously enough to make the dezorian and palman descend into uproarious laughter. Wren scowled. "Stop laughing at me. I shall cease speaking with the both of you if you continue like that."
"Sorry." Said Roland, calming down. "Yeah, it's not nice of us to make fun of a new friend, just pretend that Valos and I are hazing you, Wren. It's all in good fun. Did you want that beer now?" He lowered the hand that he was going to signal Gyuna with when Wren shook his head and turned down his offer. Roland smiled and started to amuse himself by playing with a small silver pocket knife that he had pulled off his belt. The action reminded Wren a little of Chaz and his daggers, although he preferred to use a sword more often these days. "So tell me, how come you're still here with us losers while all your friends have disappeared?"
Wren stared at Roland, and then at Valos in a blank yet appraising way. Gyuna was also listening quietly to the three of them as well, cleaning glasses at the same time. For some reason Wren wanted to tell the truth, because they were people he would probably never meet again and he didn't have to keep secrets from them, unlike his party. The two of them had been trying to get Wren to talk about himself all night anyway, so why not oblige them? He stared at the water left in his glass. He didn't even want to drink it, he had only ordered it so that he'd have something to look at. "I feel like a loser right now, so this is possibly the correct place for me to be. No matter how I choose to approach the situation, I constantly make mistakes. There must be something wrong with me."
"Well, in the brotherhood of losers there is always room for one more." Valos intoned sagely, still somehow cheerful in the wake of what he was saying. He was quickly becoming the most optimistic dezorian that Wren had ever met. Valos clapped a hand on his shoulder plate in a friendly manner. He was taller than the android, which seemed hard to believe, but Wren had to look up at him as he talked. "What's your problem, old chum? Is it the storm? Some girl? Financial instability? Problems with the church?"
Some girl was really the closest one in relation to his problems with Chaz. He didn't know how his new friends would react to Wren saying that they had gotten the gender wrong, so he decided not to mention it. Chaz wasn't really a girl, but in some cases he had acted distinctly feminine and that was enough. Wren nodded, but then noticed the confused looks he got from Valos and Roland then added; "Yes, some girl. That is my problem. She loves another, but she continues to show interest in me, though it disturbs her to do so. It is obviously because I am a machine, but I�" Wren stopped talking for a moment, aware that he was signing himself away to a major change of heart, "I want her to like me back, because I am very fond of her."
The unusual and unique situation piqued Roland's interest. For all the monotone Wren had used to explain his problem, both he and Valos could see that Wren was quite serious and involved with what he was saying. Roland put his shiny knife away. "Well, you only hear a story like that once in a blue moon. It tugs at the heartstrings. We should help him, shouldn't we Valos?" The dezorian grinned and agreed with him. Roland brushed dirty blond hair out of his face and gave Wren a conspirator's smile. "For it just so happens that I have heard a tale like yours once before, except for the part about you being a machine and stuff. It reminds me of me, right after I first met my wife. We've been together for five years, you know."
"Tell the whole truth," Valos chided happily, "tell him that you've spent most of those five years dodging dinner plates thrown at your head. He and his missus have gotten really close into turning it into a local sport. But before, aye before, talk about star-crossed lovers�" He swigged his beer thoughtfully, then studied the white dregs at the bottom with a careful eye. "I remember cryin' at the wedding."
"Both you sods should stop aimlessly rambling and get back to the stuff that the lad wants to hear about. You're going to start confusing him." Gyuna interrupted from the other side of the bar, reprimanding the others while he flipped a red and white checkered tea towel across his shoulder. Eavesdropping was usually considered to be quite rude and an invasion of privacy, but this was Gyuna's bar and it had become famous as a center for information trade. A little eavesdropping never hurt anybody in the end. Gyuna regarded Wren kindly. "You're one of Raja's friends, aren't you? In that case I'd be more than willing to help. You're looking for dating advice, right?"
If Wren was more susceptible to blushing, he would have done so right then and there. "A-Affirmative." He managed to choke out, dealing with feelings of embarrassment for what felt like the first time. "For a very stubborn girl."
"Have you fucked her yet?" This question came cheekily from Roland.
This time Wren really did turn slightly red. "What! Of course not! I cannot- I mean, how dare you ask me that! I am leaving!" He turned to go.
Smoothly Valos reached out and grabbed at Wren's elbow. He was still smiling, but in a very calming way. This was Valos' talent, aside from being inanely cheerful all the time, he had the patience and the ability to talk anybody out of anything. "Oh, don't go now buddy, we've only just started fixing up your problem. I reckon we'll be able to help you. Don't listen to Roland right now, he's an idiot when he's drunk. Actually, he's always an idiot, but never mind about that. Stay a little longer, okay?" The amazing thing was that Wren actually listened to him. It took him nearly a minute to think about it, but eventually Wren gave in and agreed. It wasn't like anybody else was willing to help him, after all.
Roland grimaced as Valos kicked him warningly in the shin. "Well, christ, how was I to know he'd get all worked up over that?" He grumbled. "Prudish robots, so what� hm, how about this?" He was hit by inspiration and looked up suddenly after studying his feet for awhile. "So she don't like you because you're a machine? How about you try acting more like us? Like me, like a palman, I mean. You should drop the 'affirmative' bullshit. You sound like a textbook half the time."
"I am not a-" Wren refuted, but then realised that speaking in that manner was only proving Roland's badly worded point. He switched to a conjunction instead. "I'm not a textbook, but perhaps I do see your point. I mean, I understand you. No�" Despite their attempts to educate him simply, Wren was becoming confused anyway. He focussed hard, then perfected, or rather butchered his sentence. "I'm not a textbook, but I think I get it anyway. Is that right?"
"That's not a bad start, and if you practice like that often the right words will come to you much quicker." Valos praised, and then leant much closer to Wren's face. The android backed away from him on impulse, bumping up against the bar. Gyuna who was leaning over it chuckled. "One other thing you should probably think about changing is how much you stare at people. It's a little creepy is all. How do you like it now that I am staring at you?" Valos grinned a grin that made it seem like he would go straight for Wren's neck had he been vulnerable there. He didn't like it very much. "You should blink more often." The dezorian finished, straightening up again.
"Enough about changing him into somebody else, that's not the right way to do things." Said the old bartender, rapping his long fingers on the bench top. "He wants this girl to like him for who he is, not for who he could be. I'm not saying that Roland and Valos are giving you bad advice, because it is very good advice, but there is one thing you should know. I've been running this place for fifty years and I've heard hundreds of love stories in my time. If you want her to like you then be yourself, and let her be herself as well. There must be a reason why she came to you in the first place, so let her discover for herself what that might be. You only need to be patient."
"Nevertheless, I appreciate the advice all the same. I thank you three for helping me, and I believe this evening has not been wasted. In Roland's dialect that translates into; 'Thanks for all the help. I had a lot of fun.'" It was getting overly late and as interesting as the night had been, Wren wanted to get back to the inn before somebody woke up, realised that they had forgotten him and panicked.
"Gonna go see your sweetheart now?" Roland inquired with a deviously smarmy grin.
"In a sense." Wren assured him quietly, glad that he had met such nice people. If the subject had to be such an awkward one, at least the people he was discussing it with seemed like good souls. If this was only a sample of the sentient races on Algo, then Wren could see that they all deserved to live. He stepped away from the bar and waved a little. "This has been an experience for me. I hope we meet again someday."
"If you come back to this bar again then it's more than likely." Valos called out as Wren left the building, then once he was gone he turned to his palman friend who was yawning and rubbing at his eyes. The tall dezorian smiled crookedly. "Beautiful wife, eh Roland? Don't make me laugh."
Roland grimaced. He knew Valos was joking, Valos was always joking, but even that pretend sting in his voice hurt him a little, sometimes. "Sorry, baby." He replied, trying to be smooth although it never really worked on him. "It's just kind of hard, you know, telling the truth like that to a perfect stranger. You'll forgive me?" He forecasted hopefully, wandering over and burying his face in Valos' tall front.
The dezorian put a hand on his messy blond head. He patted it softly. "Of course," he smiled, "but I've only ever thrown dinner plates at your head once before. Just saying." Roland murmured something that was totally muffled but somehow Valos understood it anyway. "Oh no," he warned happily, "it's your turn to pay tonight, darlin'."
All across the world, people are the same.
They just don't realise it.
Life's like that.
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The inn was silent and seemingly empty as Wren slipped inside the building. He had been given a key earlier in the night and could still recall where his inn room was, down the corridor and next to Chaz and Rune's two quarters. Wren had walked the post-midnight streets of Ryuon completely without fear of who could be lurking in the shadows, because in the worst case scenario what could an attacker really do to him? Stab him? He could brush off something like that as if it had never happened at all. It was unlikely that anybody would be outside at night anyway, for it was almost impossibly cold. Wren's heating system was working nearly twice as hard to compensate. He pitied anyone who didn't have the same luxury as he.
The cold was much more bearable indoors. A roaring fire left carefully tended for the night heated the reception area of the building, and no doubt the private guest rooms of the inn would also have fireplaces of their own. Wood for fuel must have been a necessity in the frigid towns of Dezoris, as vital as food or water could be. Wren closed the door to the inn quietly and then locked it behind him, so that no other wandering vagabonds could get inside. The android tried to move with a moderate degree of quiet stealth so as not to be detected, but his life support systems always gave off a very low perpetual hum, something which could not be properly masked.
Wren's reason for being so quiet was because he didn't want to accidentally wake up his friends or anybody else at the inn, they needed their sleep. Mostly to sleep off the hangovers they were going to have once morning arrived, but that notion had yet to cross Wren's mind. He also felt sort of guilty for staying out all night with some people he had only just met, it sounded like a very irresponsible thing to do. Wren carefully avoided blundering over tables and benches and things craftily hidden in the low firelight, heading towards the guest rooms. He had many hours of driving ahead of him the next day, or more accurately today, so he might as well try to clear his mind before the morning broke.
The edge of his boot caught against one of the thin legs of a chair left askew, nearly tripping the android over. He had missed seeing it in the dark and Wren regretted not switching over to his night vision earlier, stumbling loudly in the midst of the silent room. His armor clanked a bit as he righted his balance and he looked at the chair distastefully, not amused. He would have sworn at it had he been a palman, then he recalled Roland's advice about acting more like one and tried to anyway. It was only then that realised that he didn't know any curse words to begin with. Wren improvised instead. "You blasted thing." He hissed, continuing on his way.
On those words the shadows near the entranceway to the guest rooms shifted a little, changing shape. Somebody stood up from where they had been sitting within the darkness in wait. It was the silhouette of someone familiar. Chaz Ashley moved forward with a grace that Wren would never be able to match and became more visible in the firelight, his blond hair almost orange in the dim glow. He knelt and righted the chair that Wren had tripped over, tucking it safely beneath the table. "I'm sorry." Chaz said as he finished up his task. "I forgot that I left it there."
The dark-haired machine worried that Chaz had heard him attempting to swear. He wasn't supposed to find out about Wren's efforts to change himself until he had made a considerable amount of progress in it, that way if he failed he wouldn't have anybody to disappoint but himself. "Chaz, it is nearly two in the morning. What are you doing up so late? The others retired hours ago." Wren asked in a stern half whisper. He was one to talk, but he was also old enough not to be bound by a curfew. Plenty old enough.
Chaz looked up at him evenly. There was a sense of honesty in those eyes, but as he spoke the youth looked to the side. "I couldn't sleep. I tried for hours but nothing worked, so I figured I might as well wait up until you got back to the inn." He smiled a little bashfully, knowing how pathetic he sounded. He reached out and gently tapped the middle joint of two of his fingers against Wren's upper arm, as a very weak gesture of disapproval. "What took you so long to come back here? I know you can't drink, so what did you get caught up with for so long? Did you meet somebody?" Chaz added with a smirk.
"Yes." Wren replied without really dwelling on the meaning of Chaz's words. He wasn't quite good at catching underlying context just yet. When he saw Chaz's face fall it hit him and Wren backtracked sharply. "No. Not like that. I made some friends at the bar and we talked for several hours, is all. I have no personal interest in anybody else but you, Chaz. I did not know you were waiting here for me. If I had I would have left sooner. It is not fair for you to lose sleep due to my activities."
The young hunter sighed and turned, heading back towards the guest rooms. Wren followed close behind him, tracking Chaz's progress so that he wouldn't trip over another obstacle again. He didn't know why but Chaz felt relieved. The last thing he wanted to think about was Wren finally giving up on him and trying again with some girl Chaz had never met before, or some boy. It could be that he was just a very selfish person at heart, but he didn't want Wren to be the one to give up on their relationship. Chaz wanted to be the one to do that. He stopped outside his inn room. Wren followed suit. "I saw you talking with that dark blond palman before I left. He had his arm around you. I thought you were trying to replace me, because I was unsure and I yelled at you."
Had Chaz been thinking about that all this time? His hair was all messed up and disheveled from hours of attempted sleep. Something inside Wren's neural matrix seemed to give out at that thought. He had never caused someone to be jealous before, and disliked the way it could deeply hurt his friend without leaving a single scratch on his body. He came forward a little and placed both his metal hands softly on Chaz's shoulders. There was great tension in them, the young boy was not relaxed at all. "Nobody could ever replace you. You are unique. There is no need for you to feel envy. Erase it from your mind."
But Chaz couldn't, not just yet. He hadn't made any decision about Wren and Rika and what he was going to do about the both of them, but now it felt like all the control had been taken out of his hands and placed into the hands of another. Somebody invisible, with a sick sense of humor. Now Chaz was afraid that if he let go of the android in the slightest way he would disappear. He felt Wren's cool hands on his shoulders. Good, he was still there. Chaz shook his head a little. "I'm sorry I yelled at you today in the Air Castle. I realised what I was doing and I just panicked. I'm not used to� I mean, I never thought I might be gay until you touched me. I'm confused about all of this. Rune said I can't go back to being the person I used to be, either."
"I forgive you." Wren said easily, and he would have forgiven him much earlier if Chaz had asked for forgiveness sooner. He didn't like to see the young hunter in pain. Slowly he grasped Chaz's shoulders a little tighter and spun him around to meet his gaze, seeing that the boy had tears in his eyes. This was really getting to him. Wren smiled kindly and tilted Chaz's chin up a bit, so he wouldn't look down or away as he spoke. "And I never thought I would have any romantic preference at all until I allowed myself to touch you. Do you know what I was discussing with that blond palman for hours on end?"
Chaz shook his head. He had been too preoccupied with other things to eavesdrop. He hadn't really wanted to know anyway, in case it had confirmed his suspicions. "No." He said in a little quaver, afraid.
Wren lowered his hand. "We were discussing the correct manner for me to let you know that I like you too, Chaz Ashley. I believe that I do. I am not certain, but I want to think that I am. You can interpret this information in any manner that you wish, but I just want you to understand my thoughts." He had wanted to say that for awhile, had tried to say it earlier in the Air Castle, but he hadn't expected that it would be on the same night that Wren had committed himself to that decision. He felt amazingly drained, emotionally taxed, and he was scared of the way that Chaz might react to his words. If he freaked out again Wren didn't know what he would do.
He didn't have to be so frightened. Chaz bowed his head so that his short fringe obscured his eyes and allowed his feelings to fight against one another, honoring the one that won out at the end regardless of what it might be. Chaz's voice was a husky, timid whisper. "Kiss me Wren." He said.
It was such a relief to obey. Wren had never followed a command so eagerly before. He drew Chaz closer to his body and leant down a little, kissing him softly and sweetly without hesitation. Wren had done this twice before and he was getting progressively better at it as time went on. It was decidedly different this time around though, because it was consensual by both parties and Chaz cuddled up to Wren's front rather than pulling away from him. When the kiss broke Wren looked down into Chaz's wide green eyes and blinked. He flashed the boy an astoundingly sunny smile. "Yes." Wren replied with simplicity. If Chaz really wanted him then he was his.
That smile completely froze Chaz's thoughts. Wren had never smiled like that before, had never made an effort to look so happy and carefree. The change was amazing. It made him seem no different to a palman, and like that Chaz realised that Wren looked breathtakingly, stunningly handsome. He had said yes, that he liked him, that he wanted things to be this way. It was too much for Chaz's heart to cope with, but unlike his reaction in the Air Castle he did not run away.
Chaz made a very small noise that sounded like a cry and crushed his lips against Wren's without any of the gentleness that his friend had previously displayed, it was an act of possessive aggression. He wanted Wren to know that the only one who was allowed to kiss him was Chaz, and woe betide anybody else who dared to do the same. The android had to step back a little because Chaz had attacked him so forecefully, but he sort of liked the idea that Chaz was deciding to be so eager. He slipped an arm about the boy and sensed Chaz doing the same thing to him, holding each other close.
What Wren hadn't expected was to find Chaz's soft sinuous tongue trying to gain entry into his mouth. He had a chaste, childish knowledge of how to kiss based off sociology programmed into him and observation. What Chaz was attempting to do to him was something alien and foreign, maybe even a little bit scary. But he had gone too far to stop now, not when he had Chaz right where he wanted him. The reality of actually getting what he had selfishly desired left Wren unable to say no. In that spirit he obligingly opened his mouth a little to allow Chaz inside, listening to the hunter groan quietly in gratitude.
He was running on instinct alone. He was doing only what his body thought was right. Chaz's mind had taken a supplementary role the moment Wren had flashed that amazing smile at him. He was no expert at deep kissing, in fact he was very far from it, but Chaz knew that no palman would ever taste the same way as Wren did. He had a sharp, metallic taste, one that was not unpleasant but different to anything else that Chaz had ever tasted before. He invaded Wren's mouth like a conqueror, plundering everything within. Whoever it was that had created his friend must have been no less than a genius, for his tongue and the inside of his mouth were just as warm and as soft as his lips had been.
Wren bent whenever Chaz applied pressure to his body and supplicated to whatever it was that the youth wanted to do to him. He didn't have the instincts that would have told him what to do next, so he was more than happy to let Chaz be in control and lead, so that he could reciprocate and learn. Chaz's tongue in his mouth felt very strange but it wasn't a bad sensation, actually it felt rather pleasant to him and he didn't know why. Wren got up enough courage to gently push back with his own tongue and experiment with what he could do to Chaz, but then the palman pulled away a little to take a quick breath and giggled, amused. It was charming to see Wren so shyly unsure.
This wasn't the first time that the android had been laughed at that night. Wren was about to ask what was so funny but then he heard a dull clanking thump and realised that Chaz had pushed him up against the inn corridor's wall. The boy had practically climbed on top of him just as he had earlier in the day and Chaz braced one hand against the wall while the other held onto Wren's shoulder for support. He began a series of weak, fluttery feather-soft kisses that were remarkably sweet but nowhere near as satisfying as the deeper kisses had been, so eventually Wren caught Chaz off guard and pressed him into one whether the blond hunter liked it or not. Chaz moaned through the violation and immediate role-reversal but would have smiled had he the freedom to do so, for it meant that Wren was enjoying this just as much as he was.
A metal-plated hand was caressing the nape of Chaz's neck, but he hadn't really noticed it because his mind had been turned into something of a melted murky soup. It was unnaturally cold against his heat-flushed skin yet the caress was soothing and nice, so he didn't want it to stop. Eventually it did and Chaz wanted to pull away from Wren and protest it, he leant back to do just that, but then realised that the rest of Wren had stopped what he was doing as well. Steely storm-cloudy eyes looked at him seriously. A cold shiver ran down Chaz's spine. Wren wasn't having second thoughts, was he? Chaz felt like he would kill himself now if he did. "Wren?" He asked in a whisper. "What's wrong?"
Instead of answering Wren straightened up from where he had been leaning against the wall and set Chaz on his feet again, one arm still wrapped a little possessively about his waist. His wiped his damp mouth and a few glistening traces that Chaz had been there from his face and was totally silent, looking at the closed door on the other side of the corridor. It almost seemed like he was listening for something. No wait, he was. Chaz was starting to hear it too. Movement from the other side.
To prevent another awkward moment from occurring Wren improvised fast. He opened the door to Chaz's room quickly, thankful that it had still been left unlocked, and pushed the blond youth inside. He regretted his own strength, realizing that he had pushed Chaz way too hard and had sent him tumbling helplessly to the floor. There was no time to rectify that however, for as the very second that Wren slammed the door shut and spun around guiltily Rune's door opened and a very drunkenly tired esper poked his head out of the room.
Rune didn't look too well. He was somewhere in the harsh toxic wasteland whereupon the giddy drunkenness was leaving his body and the hangover was beginning to settle in. He usually preferred to spend his time in that state gratefully asleep, so he was understandably disgruntled to hear so much noise in the night. He wasn't wearing anything except for a pair of stripy blue pajama bottoms and his long hair was messy, covering both his shoulders. Rune glared. "What's with all this damned racket?" He muttered. "It's friggin' two thirty in the morning! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Wren had his hands hidden behind his back. He was actually very firmly holding the door closed by the knob and hoped fervently that Chaz would have the sense to stay still and quiet in his room. If he started to bang on the door and demand to be let out there was no way that Wren would be able to explain it away. Thankfully all seemed to be well. Wren's face went blank, which was the closest expression he could pull towards innocence at the time. There had been nothing innocent about what he'd been doing. "Good evening, Rune. I am sorry if I woke you. It was not my intention to be so noisy." He apologized.
Looking up and down the corridor haggardly, Rune appeared to be a little suspicious of something. His head may have started to throb but his ears were still pretty sharp. He had heard voices in the hallway, along with some noticeable bangs and clatters. It hadn't really woken him up, but he had been so very close to dropping off to sleep. "What are you doing out there at this hour, and who were you talking to?" He pressed.
He had to think of an excuse fast. Usually that wouldn't have been much of a problem for him, all it took was a little processing from his logic and creativity centers, but Chaz had done a damn good job of mixing Wren up and freezing his programs in place. He stood there like a dazed idiot for far too long trying to think. When it looked like Rune was getting visibly impatient with him Wren just did the best he could under the circumstances. "I stayed out until late at the bar, then I walked here and discovered that I had left the inn key in my room. I was� talking to myself as I tried to unlock it by force."
There were some definite holes in Wren's story. For one thing he was standing outside Chaz's room and not his own. That was the most glaring inconsistency, but the other was that he had his key in his hand then and there. It was a pretty lousy lie now that he thought about it. From the other side of the door, just barely audible to Wren, he could hear Chaz trying to suppress sniggers. He was listening too. It all depended on whether Rune believed him or not, or how observant the esper was in such a state.
Rune sighed and let go of the doorframe that he had been leaning on. He had better things to do than listen to Wren holding conversations with himself late at night. "Yeah, okay." He yawned. "Just keep it down out there, alright?" From inside Rune's inn room came a sleepy complimentary echo of 'Yeah!' in a woman's voice. The magician grimaced, turned back inside then pressed one finger to his lips. Smiling a bit, he closed the door behind him.
Chaz's door creaked open a little as Wren let go of the doorknob. A sliver of the hunter's face appeared in the newly opened space. He had a silly grin on his face. When he realised that it was completely safe to come out again he opened the door entirely. "I think we just dodged a bullet." He observed carefully, taking care to speak quietly so that Rune would not be bothered again. Chaz laughed and took Wren by the arm, trying to lead him inside. "Of course now Rune is going to think that you're slightly deranged, talking to yourself at-"
The end of his sentence turned into a squeak as Wren took hold of his shoulder and shoved him purposefully onto the bed. Chaz's sword which had been leaning against the footrest was disturbed by the impact and fell to the ground. Luckily the floor was carpeted, so it didn't make much of a noise. Wren looked incredibly thoughtful as he stood there and regarded Chaz with unknown intentions. "That was the first time I have ever frozen like that before. It was because of you. You have done something to me, Chaz Ashley." He said in a low tone that was probably meant to only be quiet, but sounded beyond sexy to Chaz's ears. "Despite the fact that it made me look like a fool� I liked it anyway."
Chaz sat up a little as Wren walked over to him and took a seat on the edge of the bed. The piece of furniture creaked and groaned as it was forced to accept all of his great weight, but it held. Rune's interruption had cleared both their minds and now they couldn't act solely on impulse anymore. Damn Rune! Damn him! At least Wren hadn't completely changed his mind yet. That was a big plus. Chaz smiled and scooted over to him. "I can't believe you heard Rune through all of that. You must have good hearing, or pretty powerful concentration." He beamed.
Wren's answer was pretty blunt and straightforward, with no correlation to what Chaz had said. "Where do you intend to take this, Chaz?" He asked simply. "Where do you wish to go from here?"
He couldn't really answer properly, and the question made him blush profusely. He knew he had doubts about this, reservations that he had sweated over for hours on end, but his mind was so all over the place that he couldn't correctly pinpoint what they were. Maybe the dezorian drink had completely wiped out his inhibitions. In the midst of all this deep thought Chaz grinned like a goofball. "Well, I don't know that yet. I don't want to waste the night thinking about it, that's the sort of stuff you worry about during the day. But just tell me something Wren, did they ever teach you about palman anatomy in the place where they taught you stuff at?"
That was the most unintelligent sentence that Wren had heard all day. He looked at the boy, and Chaz was trying to inch even closer to him as time went by. They were in Chaz's room in the middle of the night, and suddenly Wren felt a little uneasy. "Yes, they taught us enough about the basics to get by." He answered leaving out the part that 'enough' meant the ability to identify various body parts splattered on the battlefield.
Nodding in satisfaction, Chaz was pleased. That was what he wanted to hear. At last, an answer that was right! "So you know enough about anatomy to know what this is, and what to do with it?" He continued, pressing up against his friend.
"What?" The android asked in confusion. At first he thought Chaz was just trying to hug him, but he picked up on the all too evident difference fast. Oh. Oh. For the first time in his very long life Wren blushed out of sheer modest embarrassment. Chaz was only sixteen, but he was making him feel like a child. That strange feeling of inertia came down over his mind again in waves. "Yes� I do know." He murmured with hesitation.
Chaz was deriving some kind of strange pleasure from seeing Wren act so inexperienced. He had first thought that he was the least informed person about sex in all of the Algo solar system, but what he didn't know biological instinct had filled in for him. Wren didn't even have that, so once past a certain point he was completely in the dark. Chaz kissed him sympathetically on the cheek, but when he attempted to do it again Wren had already turned his head and met him with his lips instead. The kiss that resulted was nothing less than long and mind-blowing. Alright, so maybe he wasn't completely in the dark, not anymore.
It surprised Chaz a little that Wren had silently agreed to continue, even if he didn't know what to do. Being brought into the world as a solely artificial creation meant that his experience was less than nil. This was a disadvantage, because every sentient biological creature played with themselves every so often, but nevertheless Chaz guided Wren's hand to his crotch and let his friend touch him through the fabric of his clothing. The android stopped kissing Chaz so that the hunter could speak if he wanted to, and he allowed him to crawl into his lap and rest his head against his shoulder plate.
It was a bit of a learning experience for the both of them. Chaz replied with soft answers like 'yes' or 'no' as Wren tested different ways to touch the youth, and at some point he managed to coax a couple of low moans from Chaz's throat and one 'ow that hurts, you bastard!'. He let his hands wander about and busied his mouth with kissing and tasting the soft lovely skin of Chaz's neck, along with his delicate jaw and the shell of his ear. After only a little bit of practice he managed to elicit more yes's than no's from Chaz, until that was the only thing that he was saying and the hunter found himself trying to push Wren away.
"You have to stop now or I'm gonna mess up my clothes�" Chaz breathed regretfully as he tried to wriggle away. He had only just stopped Wren in time. His neck stung slightly as his hands came up to fight with the zipper on his bodysuit. Had Wren bitten him while he had been trying to jerk Chaz off? Probably, it felt like it, but he couldn't really remember right now. Those kisses, they had totally clouded up the pain. Chaz chewed his lip as he started to struggle with his clothing. If Wren had gotten that good at kissing in so short a time he could only imagine what else he would be capable of, if properly taught.
One thing was for certain though, he wanted Wren to touch him without the barrier of his clothes in the way. The android leant over him and removed Chaz's red headband with one deft swipe of his hand. He had quit talking earlier because talk could never beat action. The youth also had a feeling that if Wren started talking again he would lose his focus and stop. Chaz growled a little. The zipper to his bodysuit was stuck. Thank god his clothing was a two-piece set. He started to work on his pants instead.
Wren watched Chaz battle to get his clothing off and noticed that the zipper wasn't really stuck so much as Chaz's hand and eye coordination was absolutely terrible. He wouldn't be able to hit a sand worm with a githu even if he tried, and for the first time that night Wren spared a thought as to wonder how much Chaz had drunk at the bar. He didn't really know because he had been busy getting acquainted with Roland and Valos at the time. Wren wished that he had paid more attention. "Chaz, how much did you drink tonight?" He asked innocently, brushing the hunter's hands away and pulling down the zipper himself.
Damn, there was no way that Chaz would be able to count that. Not because it had been a particularly large amount, but because he just couldn't remember at the moment. All he knew was that it had been less than Rune, but way more than he usually drank. Usually he didn't drink at all. Chaz lay there and started to let Wren undress him. "I dunno." He shrugged. "A lot."
The android wanted to sigh. He had been hoping that he wouldn't have to hear that. They had come so far already. Wren stopped what he was doing and pulled his hands away. Chaz glanced up at him in question but Wren got up off the bed and stood, looking through the cold frosted window on the other side of the room. The fireplace was burning heartily in here and it was nice and warm, but outside the land was temporarily uninhabitable. "This ends here." Wren announced seriously, folding his arms. "I cannot do this with you if you are drunk and beyond reason. It would be taking advantage of you and I will not do that, not again." His stern expression softened slightly. "I wish I did not have to take responsibility like this, but I do not want another rift between us to form."
Chaz didn't understand any of this. He heard Wren's words and assumed that he had changed his mind. Chaz felt cheated, and then angry. He rose from the bed only half dressed and didn't know whether to shout or cry or do both at the same time. Even so he caught Wren looking him up and down, but interpreted it wrongly as a look of disgust. "You can't stop now." He whined, aware of how childish he sounded. "C'mon, this isn't fair. You're being a tease, Wren."
Nobody had ever called him a tease before but Wren stood firm in his decision. He believed that Chaz, when the drunkenness wore off, would agree with him that this was the right choice to make. He stepped forward and ruffled Chaz's short blond hair gently, knowing the youth enjoyed that very much. "Listen," he said soothingly, "if you wish the same thing of me when you are sober then I shall do as you please. It is what I honestly want. Be patient and do what you think is right when your mind is yours again. I will be waiting for it." Wren leant over and kissed Chaz chastely on the forehead. "For now, I am going to my room."
And he did just that, leaving before he could change his mind. Dumbfounded, Chaz watched the door swing closed and heard the latch click, then he listened to Wren's heavy footsteps as he wandered down the corridor to his own room. Chaz felt like a tornado had picked him up, battered him around until he no longer knew which way was right anymore, and then had dropped him back in his room again, reeling and giddy and feeling like he was going to be sick. In less than an hour Wren had managed to change his life, again, and like the first time he had left the job unfinished, again. The frustration that he felt was unbearable.
With tears prickling behind his eyes Chaz gathered the clothes he had shed and hurled them at the door furiously, letting out an angry cry. He burrowed into his bed after that and cocooned himself within the insulated sheets and blankets, curling up into a fetal position. He knew he couldn't drop off to sleep until he took care of business first, so he wrapped a hand around his neglected cock and got it over with as quickly as possible, not caring if he got the sheets all messed up. It wasn't like he was the one who had to change them anyway. An hour later Chaz was asleep, and this time, strangely, he didn't dream.
Meanwhile Wren had settled down in a sturdy-looking chair in his room and relaxed. Regardless of the dirty look that Chaz had given him as he left Wren felt pretty good about himself. He had preserved Chaz's integrity and his own, overall he felt that he had done the right thing. Running a metal hand through his dark hair Wren leant back and remembered the first consensual kiss he had shared with another before. It had definitely been out of this world.
Allowing himself a tiny little private smile of his own, Wren closed his eyes and finally let inactivity take him away.
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