Xenogears: Beautiful Animal

Explicit yaoi warning. Seriously.
Not much in the way of disturbing activity or foul language, though. Just... uh... lots and lots of sex.
Somewhat lengthy, too, about twenty-five pages. While this is technically part 1, it's completely self-contained, so there's not really any need to wait for more.
Spoilers, yes. Many spoilers.
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     The afternoon desert sun beat down on the Yggdrasil like a physical blow from a white-hot mallet. Up on the small deck that surrounded the top entrance hatch, it must have been well over a hundred and ten degrees; perfect, Bart thought, luxuriating in the golden light. Up here, protected from prying eyes by the waist-high walls and the almost-closed hatch, Bart unconcernedly lay naked and slathered with oil on a thick towel. A small twist of washcloth protected the sensitive skin of his groin; the royal family jewels, Bart thought, grinning, as he put the cloth into place. Sunning those was not a good idea, not at all, and he'd learned that the hard way. Then, flexing his fingers like a cat, Bart kneaded his stomach muscles idly, barely thinking at all, just enjoying the sensation of the heat on his bare skin.
     And for most of an hour he lay just like that, a big purring golden-skinned animal basking in the sun, his slick fingers occasionally drifting over his chest, or across his thighs, or down his belly. Mmmmmm, thought Bart lazily. Mmmmmmm.
     After a while, his oil-soaked fingers nudged their way under the twist of cloth that shielded him, and Bart decided he didn't mind that at all. One slick finger traced its way idly up Bart's lazily hardening cock, and Bart stretched and purred like a huge golden cat under the touch of his own fingers. His fingers pushed the bit of cloth aside and wrapped themselves loosely around his shaft, slithering up and down gently, sharing the wealth of oil... and Bart's mind, already dozy in the heat, wandered off down pleasant dreamy pathways. Elly's legs, in those tight brown hose... the time I saw Margie in that bathing suit... Bart's fingers tightened, and sped up slightly, slipping easily up and down on his oil-slicked flesh... that little flower girl that used to hang around near the palace, the way Sigurd's hair curls on the back of his neck... the fingers of Bart's other hand curled themselves sleepily in the towel... Fei without his shirt on, doing his morning kata... a sleepy growl of pleasure issued from Bart's throat as his hips rocked up slightly from the towel... that gorgeous blue-haired woman I saw in the palace, the way Billy's bangs fall in his blue eyes... a familiar twinge deep in Bart's groin drove his fingers rapidly... Elly Fei Margie Sigurd Billy aaaah... and with a soft, blurry, pleased growl Bart came, small whitish droplets splattering on his belly and fingers. Relaxing back onto the towel, he continued to stroke himself idly for a few moments, lazily enjoying every last residual jolt. Then, cock softening again, he picked up the discarded rag and made a half-hearted attempt to clean his belly before tucking the washcloth back around himself.
     Mmmmmmmmm, Bart's satiated mind purred, and Bart was stretching lazily again and preparing to doze off when he faintly heard someone calling from somewhere inside the ship.

     "Hello? Anyone? Where is everyone?" Billy wandered down the main hall of the Yggdrasil, perplexed. He'd checked on the crew's quarters and the little girls' stateroom, and hadn't found anyone... where had they all gone? He hadn't seen another soul since he woke up this morning, stiff and sore... he'd found himself sleeping sitting upright, wedged into a deserted corner of the Gear hangar, covered with dust. Ever since... since... no. For weeks now I've been sleepwalking, every night... I never know where I'm going to end up. I'm lucky I haven't tried to curl up in the ship's engines yet... Billy closed his eyes and shook his head violently. No. I'm not going to think about that possibility. "Hello! Please! Anyone!"
     And, very faintly, he heard a rather petulant voice say "I'm up here, Billy..."
     Billy cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled. "Bart? Is that you? Up where?"
     "Up on the entrance hatch deck..."
     The entrance hatch deck? Billy shrugged mentally, and headed upwards. In the small entrance chamber, he paused to shed his heavy blue greatcoat. He knew from experience just how hot the deck above his head could get at midday. Intent on other things, Billy deposited his coat on top of a small pile of towels and clothing, not really noticing either. Lightly scrambling up the ladder, he pushed up the hatch with one elbow and stuck his head out... only to be confronted by the gleaming flank of a completely naked Bart less than a foot from his nose.
     Billy yelped in shocked surprise and half-fell back down the ladder. Wide-eyed and gasping for breath, Billy wrapped one arm around a rung for support, his other hand clutching at the soft bow around his neck. Faith! Billy's startled mind squealed. That was... that was... The rabbiting of Billy's thoughts was interrupted by a faint snort of laughter from above. "Damn, Billy, what? Act like you've never seen a guy naked before..."
     "That's not it!" Billy squeaked indignantly, his voice cracking a bit on the 'not'. "I... I just was not expecting to poke my head out and see... you... that!"
     "See what?" Billy could hear the smirk in Bart's voice, as plain as day. That teasing sound made Billy wince and grit his teeth slightly... and also turn brilliant red. Completely at a loss for words, Billy closed his eyes and kneaded his forehead with his free hand. After a few moments, he heard Bart sigh. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Look, I'm covered up a little... come back up here."
     "No!" Billy yelped, before he managed to modulate his voice. "No, that's okay, I'll just... stay down here where it's cooler... I only wanted to ask you where everyone was anyway... I can't find my sister or anyone..."
     Silence from above, for a few moments. Then Bart's voice drifted down from above, sounding a bit confused. "They all went into Dazil, remember? The big supply run?"
     "That was today? But I... they..." Billy bit off that thought. Of course they hadn't been able to find him, tucked away in the Gear hangar like he had been... and after a while, they would have given up and left. And of course Primera would have had to go with them, they wouldn't have left a little girl on her own... especially not when her crazy brother was lost somewhere... maybe d... no.
     "You didn't know? I thought maybe you decided not to go, like I did... but they didn't tell you?" Bart now definitely sounded confused. "That's not like Sigurd. He's always so organized about everything..."
     "Faith, no, I meant to go! I guess... um. I guess they couldn't find me when it was time to leave." Billy sighed. "They'll be back tomorrow, right?"
     A brief silence. Then Billy heard Bart shifting around, somewhere above his head... and Bart's head and bare shoulders appeared at the hatch. Bart's long blond braid slipped from his shoulder to dangle down, almost but not quite brushing the top of Billy's head, as he stared at Billy, uncomprehending. "Wait. Couldn't find you? Where were you?"
     Billy groaned, slightly. "Never... never mind. It's not important. I'll... uh... let you get back to what you were doing..." He raised his head slightly to look at Bart, and was startled to see a huge, impish grin slowly spread across the young prince's face.
     "You devil you!" Bart was obviously struggling not to laugh. "Whose bed were you in last night, priest? I never knew you had it in you!"
     Billy's jaw dropped. Openmouthed, slack-jawed, he stared at Bart, a slow red flush creeping up from his throat to engulf his face, his blue eyes wide and shocked. Finally -- finally! -- he managed to dig up his voice. "No!" he shrieked thinly. "No no no! I wasn't... I wouldn't! I didn't! No!" The rest of his thin protest was washed away by Bart's roaring laughter from above. The prince had his eye squeezed shut and was pounding the deck floor with one fist, laughing uncontrollably.
     With an audible click of gritted teeth, Billy shut his mouth, glaring at Bart, who was doing a really terrible job of calming down. Jutting his lower jaw out slightly, Billy wheeled around on his heel -- fine! -- and was reaching for his greatcoat when Bart finally managed to get himself under control. "I'm sorry!" Bart gasped, a bit out of breath. "I'm sorry! But... ohgods... you should have seen your face!" And with that, Bart burst out laughing again, his tanned face rapidly purpling.
     With rapid, jerky, angry motions, Billy yanked his coat about his shoulders again and buttoned it at the throat. Bastard... faith, no, I didn't mean that. But... bastard! Billy thought, a bit disjointedly, gritting his teeth. The laughter from above was tapering off again, although a few little snorts would issue from Bart every couple of seconds. And finally, Billy had had enough. Stalking back to the hatch, he reached up and grabbed Bart's dangling braid in one hand.
     Bart stopped laughing, startled. Billy wasn't actually pulling his hair, but he was very close to doing so indeed. "Hey!" Bart spluttered, but shut up immediately when Billy tugged very lightly on the braid and glared at him.
     "Enough. All right, Bart? Enough?"
     "Fine, fine, yeah, enough, I'm sorry already. Don't be so sensitive. Ow!"
     Billy let go, feeling quite a bit better. Bart immediately reeled in his braid and rubbed the back of his head, grumbling, then gazed down at Billy. "So... what'll you do with yourself until they get back?"
     "Huh?" Billy blinked. "I... don't know. I hadn't thought about it yet..."
     "Could always come up here and get some sun with me, you know. You could use it." Bart grinned. "I swear, you get any paler, you'll just fade awaaaay..."
     "Oh, be quiet, Bart," Billy groaned, flicking his longish bangs out of his eyes irritably. "It's got to be a hundred degrees up there anyway..."
     "Well, more like a hundred and fifteen. But that's why you sun yourself naked, you know." Bart's face vanished from the hatch as he thumped back down on his towel, narrowly missing the vibrant red flush that spread over Billy's features again. Bart's voice continued to drift in lazily from above. "But it's really nice, once you get used to it... if you make sure to keep your skin oiled then you won't burn, and the heat makes you all lazy and relaxed, and you can just close your eyes and let your mind wander..."
     Billy closed his eyes and swallowed. "It... it does sound kind of nice, I guess, but... uh..."
     A muffled groan from above. "Billy, I'm not going to be looking at you, all right? You can grab my extra towel and a washcloth from the pile in the corner, and I swear I'll keep my eye closed until you're all settled and covered... I'll probably keep my eye closed anyway."
     Billy cast a quick glance at the messy pile of clothes and towels in the corner, then looked back at the hatch, nibbling his lower lip in indecision. After a moment, Bart called down, "Oh, come on. What else are you going to do with your day? Everyone's gone but me... at least you'll have someone to talk to, if you don't just drift right off..."
     Finally, Billy murmured, "Yes... all right." and stripped off his greatcoat again, folding it neatly and putting it in the corner. I feel like a complete idiot, Billy mused, blushing again. But at least the sun might relax my muscles... I hurt... and maybe I can get some real sleep up there...
     Billy had his shirt halfway over his head when Bart called down again, somewhat impatiently, "Damn, did you die down there or something?" Rolling his eyes, Billy yelled up, "I'm coming! Give me a moment!" and yanked the shirt the rest of the way off, tossing it onto his greatcoat. Gunbelt, boots, and socks quickly followed, and after some hesitation, his pants... then Billy stood there for a moment, frozen, plucking helplessly at the waistband of his underwear. What exactly am I doing? he thought, a thought quickly followed by another: you're going to go get some sun, to relax your muscles. That's all. And Billy stripped off his underwear before he could talk himself out of it. Naked in the small chamber, he shivered, despite the desert heat that poured in from above. As quickly as he could, he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist, then picked up a washcloth. I wonder what he thinks I need this for? Maybe for putting on the oil with?
     "Billy?"
     Billy jumped slightly, clutching at the towel and nearly dropping the washcloth. "Coming! ... uh... close your eyes! Eye!"

     Getting up the ladder was a challenge, since he needed one hand to hold the towel on. But eventually Billy did manage to navigate the ladder, and popped out onto the deck.
     Faith, but it's hot, Billy thought, a bit woozy from the sudden sledgehammering of the desert heat. Turning, he began to think Now where should I put... and then his eyes fell across Bart's sprawling body and he froze. Sweat beaded on Billy's forehead, not entirely from the fierce heat; oddly calm, his mind noted so that's what the washcloth is for...
     Under the harsh, brilliant light of the desert sun, all six oiled feet of Bart gleamed like molten gold. Helplessly, Billy stared. Bart's entire body was a slender braid of slim wiry muscles and scar tissue, scars like copper against the gold; a very light dusting of tiny blonde hairs (bleached almost white by the sun) faintly blurred the outlines of his body. A tiny white washcloth was idly twisted over his groin, fortunately for Billy's sanity. Like a huge beautiful cat... no! Billy's mind squeaked. With an effort he wrenched his eyes away and down, and unwillingly became engrossed in the sight of his own body, wrapped in the towel.
     I... I look awful, Billy thought, despairing.Bart's right, I'm hideously pale... and chubby! Like a baby! Look at Bart no don't look at Bart, he's got nothing but muscles, and I'm all... soft... "Bart? Uh... where should I...?"
     Bart cracked his eye open for a moment, before he remembered and slammed it shut again. Look at the poor kid! Pale as his towel and trembling... he really needs sun. He needs to learn to relax, too. "Over here's good," he drawled, patting the deck on the other side of him. And Billy gulped and carefully stepped over Bart's belly, trying his best not to come in contact with Bart's skin; but his ankle brushed ever so lightly against Bart's slick sunheated side, and Billy twitched a bit, before he put the memory firmly out of his mind.
     Now I have to lay... out the... towel... oh faith. Oh no. Billy stole another glance at Bart, and was relieved to see that the prince had turned his head away entirely, facing the entrance hatch. Nice of him... and with that Billy pulled the towel from around his waist and spread it out on the deck, blushing again, helplessly. As quickly as he could he lay down on the towel and clumsily wrapped the washcloth around himself in mimicry of Bart's, touching himself as little as he could. Whether from the heat of the sun or no don't think about that something else, Billy could already feel the slightest hardening under the washcloth as his fingers danced clumsily around. No. No. No. Get a hold of yourself.
     There was a sharp k-tak! sound next to Billy, and Billy jumped a little and squeaked. Bart had put a large glass bottle of... something... down next to Billy (and then grinned crookedly, although his head was still turned away and Billy didn't see). "Use lots of oil -- lots! -- and be sure you cover everything that shows, or you'll burn... that includes your face and ears, okay?"
     "Oh... yes, all right..." Billy reached over and picked up the bottle. The leather-wrapped throat of the bottle was slick under his fingers; Billy had to concentrate on keeping his grip firm.
     "I mean lots, too, Billy. Trust me, use about twice as much as you think you need. Don't worry about wasting it, I've got plenty... and there's water over here if you get thirsty, okay?" With that, Bart stretched like a cat, splaying his fingers and toes in lazy ecstasy, rumbling a deep throbbing growling purr in the back of his throat that made imaginary spiders crawl up and down Billy's spine. Then, tucking his hands under his head, Bart began to drift off, smiling just a little.
     Billy resolutely turned his attention to the bottle in his hands, grateful that it was already uncorked. Carefully, gingerly, he poured a small amount of oil into the palm of his free hand, startled at the heat of it for a moment. Well, of course it's warm, it's been sitting out here in the sun for hours; I can feel the heat of the glass through the leather, too... And with that, Billy spread the oil on his forearm. That... that feels really good! Pouring another, more generous dollop of sun-warmed oil into his free hand, Billy began to work the oil into his arms and shoulders, rather clumsily at first. Feels so good... feels warm... oww, my shoulder! Wincing a bit, Billy dug his slick fingers into his shoulder until the muscle loosened a bit. If this helps me relax, even a little, then it's worth it...
     Worth it or not, however, when he moved on to rub oil into his chest and belly, Billy found himself blushing again. Oh, now, this is just ridiculous, he upbraided himself mentally. I'm just protecting myself from the sun. I have to put on the oil. Why am I so twitchy? But still, every time his slick fingers brushed across his belly, he reddened and shivered, just a little. Eventually, he discovered it was easier for him just to pour the oil directly onto his skin and spread it around slightly with his fingers. As quickly as possible he smoothed oil onto his lower belly and hips, blushing furiously and trying to avoid the edges of the washcloth as much as he could. Another gentle twitch from under the washcloth urged him to finish quickly, and Billy gritted his teeth and did so.
     And shortly thereafter, Billy was able to relax, at least a little, and lay back onto his towel. Eyes closed, he smoothed one last handful of oil onto his forehead and cheeks, and then rubbed his slick palms vigorously over his ears. Greasy, his mind mumbled with some disdain, but Billy dismissed the thought. Of course it's greasy, otherwise it wouldn't be able to protect me from the sun. And it doesn't feel that bad, the oil. And the sun feels wonderful... Dropping his arms to his sides, Billy settled more comfortably onto his towel.
     At first, despite Billy's mental retort, it wasn't all that comfortable. Billy's pale body wasn't used to the vicious desert heat that dried his sweat almost as soon as it appeared, and the sunlight felt intrusive and angry. But slowly, slowly, his body accepted the fact of the heat and the light, until they ceased to distract him at all. The warmth flowed through Billy's muscles like trickling water, washing away every last knot of tension that his cramped night in the Gear hangar had left him with. His mind slowed and drifted, and Billy quietly forgot everything under the gentle pervasive influence of the heat: his nakedness, his shyness, the strange sensation of the oil on his skin, the memories that always tugged at the back of his mind, the presence of Bart lying less than a foot away.
     Almost. Billy couldn't help but be aware of Bart, no matter how far his mind drifted; but it ceased to be an embarrassing awareness. Instead, Bart's quiet calm dozing presence flowed against the edges of Billy's consciousness reassuringly, a small but constant reminder that Billy was not alone up here. Was not, in fact, alone at all. And that seemed to be all that Billy needed; the companionship, however trivial it might have been, offset his inbred loneliness just enough, and Billy dozed, more at peace than he had been for weeks.

     Bart woke lazily, his consciousness slowly focusing itself. Cracking one eye open, he decided that he'd been asleep for about an hour, possibly two; the sun's position told him it was early afternoon. Time to turn over, he thought idly, stretching. Wonder how Billy's doing? Rolling onto his side, he propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at Billy.
     Billy was obviously asleep, or so close that it didn't really matter. He was also more thoroughly relaxed than Bart had ever seen him. Billy sprawled out on his towel, head loosely flopped to one side; a faint smile ghosted the corners of his slightly open mouth. His slick chest lifted and fell slightly, over and over; in the silence of the afternoon, Bart could clearly hear Billy's faint and regular breathing.
     After the hour or so in the sun, under the thick oil, Billy's normally ghost-white skin had acquired the faintest golden sheen. The lightly gilded skin shone, and Bart watched Billy breathe tranquilly for a few moments, his eye captivated by the play of the sunlight on the younger boy's gently shifting chest. Finally, Bart remembered why he had woken. He needs to turn over too, thought Bart. "Billy."
     "... mm."
     "You need to roll over and sun your back now. I'll help you oil your back."
     "... mm."
     Bart sighed and leaned over, placing his mouth right next to Billy's ear. "Roll over, Billy," he breathed quietly, trying his best not to startle Billy into wakefulness. And after a breathless moment, Billy sleepily rolled over onto his belly and drifted back off into a doze.
     Bart sat up and picked up the oil bottle, gazing at the sleeping Billy with a certain amount of affection. Poor kid, really, thought Bart, filling his palm with the warm oil. He looks happy, though. Well, asleep. But happy, for once. Kneeling next to Billy, Bart rubbed his palms together and placed them lightly on Billy's shoulders. Billy mumbled something incomprehensible, and Bart stilled, waiting until Billy's breathing smoothed back out once more.
     Carefully, don't wake him, thought Bart, as he slowly and gently smoothed the oil over Billy's skin. If I wake him, he'll tense up again... he'll get all nervous... I'll have to stop... And Bart smiled, just a bit. Wouldn't want that.
     Bart stroked Billy's shoulders gently, leaving shimmering trails in the wake of his fingers as his hands slid from Billy's shoulders, down the shoulderblades, to Billy's ribs. Pausing to pour more oil directly onto Billy's back from the bottle, Bart then cupped his hands gently around Billy's sides and paused, admiring how his golden-brown hands contrasted with Billy's gleaming pale ivory back. Pretty, thought Bart, idly, as he waited for Billy to still once more. Brown and white... pretty... Bart traced his fingers gently down Billy's ribs, lightly catching and then slipping over each minute ridge in turn. He's soft, too... not fat, but just... nice to touch. Bart's hands slipped outwards, gently crading Billy's waist, then slid inwards to rise up along Billy's spine, every little knob of bone tickling Bart's palms gently. Smiling faintly, Bart stroked his thumbs along the ridges just under Billy's shoulderblades, immersed in the sensation of Billy's flesh yielding lightly under his palms. Nice to... to touch, yes, very... nice. Then, shaking his head slightly, Bart stroked his hands smoothly down Billy's back, one palm just to either side of Billy's spine... and paused, his cupped hands resting lightly on Billy's lower back.
     Bart licked his lips thoughtfully, something lighting in his eye. Well, if I don't, he'll burn in a really bad way... hope he doesn't wake up when I do this, though... One tanned hand darted over and picked up the bottle, carefully pouring another layer of oil onto Billy's skin; then Bart's hands gently skimmed down onto Billy's buttocks.
     Billy mumbled something and shifted slightly, and Bart immediately froze, his tingling hands remaining cupped where they were, his mind racing. How am I going to explain...? Oh shit... Billy, go back to sleep! Don't wake up now! Finally, after what seemed like hours to Bart, albeit oddly pleasant ones, Billy settled back down. As Bart listened intently to Billy's breath, waiting for it to regain its smooth sleeping rhythm, Bart's mind continued to race, in different directions. Except for the scare, this is... this is definitely something I could get used to... soft... they fit in my hands perfectly... I wish... no. He's an Ethos priest, you idiot. They don't do that. Not with anyone, and especially not with you. I... I think.
     Bart's hands began to move again, absently, in small circles, massaging the oil outward towards Billy's hips. I've never regretted falling asleep in religion lessons so much before... I've never regretted it at all before, actually. But do Ethos priests... are they allowed to... it doesn't matter! Doesn't matter what they're allowed to do, this is Billy. Billy doesn't do that. And certainly, absolutely, never with you. Bart's thumbs slid inwards along the slight crease under each of Billy's buttocks, his fingers splaying to cup the rest of Billy's rear loosely. Wish he did. Wish he would. Wish I could do this forever. And before he stopped to think about it, Bart dragged one oiled finger lightly and swiftly up the crack of Billy's ass, the fingertip slipping just slightly into the crease.
     Billy sleepily said "Uh!" and shivered, one hand closing on the towel for a moment. This time Bart yanked his hands away, breathing a bit hard. I am an idiot. A total fucking idiot. Billy's going to kill me, just shoot me dead, and... and it was worth it! I don't care! But after a couple of heart-pounding moments Billy's hand loosened, and he snored, once, quietly, before his breathing evened out once more.
     That was lucky... the poor kid must have been exhausted, to sleep through all this... lucky me! Bart poured more oil onto his faintly shaking hands and worked his way down Billy's thighs, trying not to linger too much. But the temptation was overwhelming, and Bart had never been one to resist temptation for long; he found himself stroking the long muscles on the backs of Billy's thighs, over and over, the heels of his hands slithering from the backs of Billy's knees to just under his ass and back down. Billy made a soft purring sound in the back of his throat, and Bart found that he just didn't care any more. Let him wake up. Just let me do this... But Billy didn't wake up, and Bart wasn't quite sure if he was glad or disappointed.
     He oiled Billy's calves -- short legs, but strong... thick calves, his mind noted, and Bart mentally nodded in pleased agreement -- and then knelt back, staring down at Billy. Bart's washcloth was gone, fallen off, forgotten; his cock jutted up from his lap again, but he didn't make a move to touch it. He was lost in his own mind as his eye swept up and down Billy's body. Strong legs, lots of muscle under the soft... wonder how those legs would feel wrapped around my waist... I know I'll never know, but I wish... whatever gods are out there, you've got so many priests, can't you spare just this one for me?
     And finally, with a mental groan, Bart gave in. Let him hate me. Let him shoot me. I just don't care. Leaning forward, placing one hand on the deck by Billy's shoulder, he brought his lips close to Billy's ear again.
     "Roll over, Billy..."

     Billy mumbled "Mmmmmm" and was still. For one vastly disappointing moment, Bart was sure that Billy wasn't going to turn over, and he knew that he didn't have the guts to try again; then Billy sighed deeply and rolled over onto his back, and Billy's loosely-tucked washcloth fell discarded to the ground. Bart stared, helplessly. If he knew he was naked like this where I could see, he'd blush himself to death... and what if he knew how much I was enjoying it? Billy's own cock was half-hard already, Bart noticed with a faint frisson of startlement and glee; Billy's body was enjoying this, even if Billy himself was out cold.
     Bart filled his cupped palm with oil again, still trembling a bit with excitement, and rubbed his hands together. Trying not to shiver, he leaned forward and laid his hands on Billy's shoulders, instinctively stilling until Billy was asleep again. Then he let his hands drift down, slowly, over Billy's shoulders and onto his chest, letting his fingers splay out over Billy's pectoral muscles for a moment. Then he carefully lifted his right hand and brushed his palm, ever so lightly, over Billy's nipple.
     Several things happened at once. Bart's body abruptly shook, slipping out of control for just a moment; Bart's hand, startled, hastened to inform Bart's mind that Billy's nipple was very firm to the touch indeed; and Billy moaned quietly in his sleep, arching his back slightly into Bart's hand. Bart froze in shock. Even his heart stopped beating for a moment, before thudding once and lumbering painfully on. Every nerve in his body tingled, alive; every bit of his attention was focused on the small, hard nub of flesh pressed into his palm. He... I... ohmigod. I... Bart swallowed, lightly, and began to move that palm in tiny circles, gently brushing over Billy's nipple. Billy moaned again, and Bart moaned with him, completely lost in the moment. Only the faint but insistant shrilling of Bart's mind -- if you keep doing that, he's going to wake up, you idiot! -- forced Bart to move his hands downwards, onto Billy's stomach.
     Bart paused there, his hands trembling, to get his breath back under control. He was aware, very aware, of a persistant throbbing in his groin, and a swift glance informed him that Billy was no longer just half-hard. After a moment, Bart began to shakily caress Billy's stomach, trying to force himself back into some semblance of restraint. He dipped the tip of one finger lightly into Billy's navel, and Billy twitched and mumbled something, but Bart didn't stop. Didn't know, in fact, if he could stop. His hands worked their way downwards, past Billy's navel... and then the tip of Billy's cock grazed against Bart's wrist and Bart's rapidly thinning thread of control snapped.

     With a groan Bart threw himself down beside Billy, pressing himself up against the younger boy's body. His slick hand wrapped itself firmly around the shaft of Billy's cock and squeezed lightly, drawing forth a harsh gasp. He'll wake up any moment and kill me, and I don't care don't care don't care... Bart's hand slipped smoothly up and down along Billy's cock, and Bart gazed down at Billy's face, watching Billy gasp and moan, and waiting for the deadly moment when Billy would fully wake and open his eyes.
     Biting his lower lip, Bart thrust his hips forward, rubbing his own throbbing cock up against Billy's hip clumsily. His hand sped up, slithering easily on the oil... and Billy let out an especially harsh moan and opened his eyes, gazing up at Bart in wide-eyed shock. Quickly Bart thrust his free hand under Billy's head and crushed his lips down on Billy's, cutting off any protest that might be forming there. What the hell am I... he's going to hate me forever... ohgod I don't care...
     Shaking openly now, Bart was prepared for Billy to attack, to hit him, bite him, do anything... and when Billy's hands clamped onto his shoulder he winced a little in anticipation. But Billy only dragged himself closer, clinging hard to the older boy's body and pressing his thigh between Bart's own. Bart moaned into Billy's mouth as their oil-slick bodies pressed together, his hand pumping Billy's cock hard and mercilessly, until with a thin breathless shriek Billy exploded into Bart's hand, spattering both Bart's fingers and Billy's stomach with heavy white droplets.
     A moment later, Bart's own cock erupted, jetting onto Billy's hip and side... and Bart pushed Billy away roughly, gasping "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have... oh gods I'm sorry, Billy..."
     Bart threw himself onto his own towel and pressed his forearm over his eye, red with shame and the remnants of lust. What the hell was I thinking? I wasn't thinking, that's what I was thinking, and now he's going to kill me... and I deserve it... and it was worth it... but ohgods, what if I've driven him mad? Or worse? His racing thoughts filled the silence for a few moments, until a trembling touch on his shoulder abruptly filled his mind with terrified white light.
     He pulled his arm away and glanced at Billy, half in fear, half in shame -- then his eye was riveted to Billy's face. Billy was kneeling there, dressed only in liquid white pearls, reaching one wildly shaking hand out to Bart. Tears ran freely from his eyes, and he was chewing on his lower lip, watching Bart hopelessly. "Don't," whispered Billy, "please don't... please don't..."
     Bart resisted the mad urge to say "please don't what?". Firmly not allowing himself to wish, Bart sat up and inched over towards Billy, who was watching him with a desperate wild hope lighting in his eyes. Bart reached out, his hand lightly touching Billy's shoulder... and Billy threw himself into Bart's arms with a sob, clinging to Bart desperately. Bart wrapped his arms around Billy gently, stroking Billy's hair with one hand, not entirely sure what just happened but unwilling to question his amazing good luck. They rocked back and forth as Billy sobbed, Bart alternately murmuring "shhh" and trying not to cry himself. In this, he was not entirely successful, and a tear tracked down his face from his good eye to disappear in Billy's tangled silver hair. Why am... why am I crying? Because I'm ashamed of myself, that's why... and because he's crying... Billy, please stop crying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
     After a few moments, Billy grew still, no longer sobbing, although he left his face buried in Bart's throat. Bart continued to stroke Billy's hair helplessly, mentally excoriating himself. Idiot. Horny bastard. Lech. Rapist. Finally, Billy took a deep, shaky breath and made an effort to pull himself together, and Bart stilled, deeply afraid. Should I let go? What should I do? What is he going to do? Please, don't hate me. Not bothering to raise his head, Billy finally murmured, "Bart, please don't... please don't beat yourself up just because of me. I'm not worth this, really, it's okay... I can't stand to watch you be angry at yourself..."
     And Bart's heart cracked in his chest, so painfully that he was amazed Billy couldn't hear it. No. Oh no. Oh, Billy. He buried his face in Billy's hair and clutched Billy tightly, inadvertantly squeezing the air from Billy with a soft "whoof". Gasping slightly, Billy whispered, "Bart? What...? Bart?"
     Bart's head snapped up, his eyes wild. "Don't ever say such a thing about yourself again, Billy. Don't you dare. Not worth this? Not worth this? Billy, I just came within about four inches of raping you! I ought to be angry at myself! You ought to be angry at me! You ought to be trying to kill me! But you... you..." Bart's voice cracked, and he buried his face in Billy's hair again. "You just accept this? Accept what I did? And you came crawling back to me -- to me! -- for comfort? Billy, what the hell is this? What happened to you out there? What did they do to you, out in the world?"
     Billy froze in his arms, but Bart couldn't stop babbling. "I shouldn't be touching you... I shouldn't have touched you at all... but I just wanted to! I couldn't stop! And even as angry as I am at myself, I'm just... just so happy to be holding you now... I can't believe how lucky I am, but... this isn't right!"
     Bart stopped, aghast. Billy was trembling violently in his arms, crying again, harder this time. "Billy... I... I'm sorry..." Bart tried to untangle his arms, to let Billy go, but Billy only nestled up against his chest and cried. After a confused moment, Bart put his arms back around Billy. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. I've never been at so much of a loss in my life. Whatever I do, I'm going to screw this up. And isn't that just about right, for me? And so Bart opted for silence, opted to just hold Billy tightly and hope that everything would somehow magically be made right.
     They sat that way for several minutes, until Billy's tears ran down into the occasional sniffle and hitch of his small chest. Bart stroked Billy's back, unsure of what else to do; and then Billy's small hopeless voice murmured, "So you hate me..."
     "No!" Bart's response was immediate and forceful. "Hate you? How could I possibly hate you?"
     "Because... because... because I tempted you into doing something wrong! I didn't... didn't mean to..." and that's as far as Billy got, because one of Bart's hands immediately looped up and shushed him, one slender golden finger laid across Billy's lips.
     "Billy, that's not what I meant... I just meant that... it's not right that I should do something like this and then have you come back to me. You should be angry, Billy. But you... it's not your fault, Billy. None of this is your fault. It's all my fault. I don't hate you, I hate myself." Bart held Billy tighter, burying his fingers in the silvery hair at the nape of Billy's neck. "All the times I thought about you, about what you made me want to do... I never thought it would be like this..."
     Billy was silent, and after swallowing nervously, Bart plowed on. "I... I don't know that I love you, Billy, but I like you, and I worry about you, and something about you makes me want to protect you... when you told me that story about... about nearly selling your body, I remember I just wanted to hold you tightly for the rest of the night and then go find that woman and kill her... but you're a priest! An Ethos priest! I thought you'd laugh at me, or scream and try to... I don't know, to exorcise me or something... it just wasn't right. It's still not right. How is this any worse than what she did? How am I any better than she was?"
     Bart's voice cracked. "I wish it hadn't been like this. I wish I'd had the guts to just tell you, instead of waiting until you were asleep and attacking you. I like you, I want you, I might love you... but I'm such a coward, and I'm such a fucking idiot." Finally running out of things to say, Bart let his head drop, burying his face in Billy's hair once again. Well, I've certainly proved that point. I am an idiot. Open my mouth and my guts fall out.
     Silence fell. Billy didn't move, and neither did Bart. All of Bart's senses seemed magnified in that terrifying silence; he was completely aware of the sweat standing on his lap under Billy's thighs, of the heat beating down on his shoulders, of the strong scent of the oil and the fainter, more pleasant scent of Billy's skin underneath it. Billy's hair was like silk on Bart's face and fingers, and Bart was achingly aware of soft flesh pressed against his own in so many places. Whatever else happens, I'm going to remember this moment for the rest of my life... I hope it turns out to be a pleasant memory. But... I doubt it.
     "Bart, I..." Billy stopped. Bart's heart stopped. Billy continued. "I don't know what to say... what can I say?"
     "I don't know, Billy. I guess... either tell me to let you go, or tell me to go to hell, or tell me I can keep holding you like this... I'll do whatever you tell me to. What... what happens now is up to you." Bart braced himself for the answer, or worse, for silence. But after only a brief pause, Billy spoke, and whatever Bart had been expecting to hear, it wasn't this.
     "Nobody loves me, Bart." The voice was small, and quiet, and wrenching to listen to. "For years, it's... it's been just me, and Prim, and the orphans, and the church... that's all... I have to be strong, because they're all just kids and they depend on me... and I guess they sort of love me, because they're kids, they don't know any better... they shouldn't love me! The church never loved me! Nobody is supposed to love me! I'm Billy, priest of a religion that lied to me for years! Everyone who ever loved me is dead!"
     Bart's already cracked heart shattered  on that last croaked-out word. Before he could stop himself or scare himself with the magnitude of his intentions, he thought fuck it and grabbed Billy's chin, tilting Billy's head up so that Billy could see his face. "Billy, I swear to you by everything that you hold holy, if you'll just let me I will love you until the day I die."

     Silence. Billy stared at Bart's good eye, hypnotized by the fierceness within. And Bart thought, that was about the dumbest fucking thing I could possibly have said. To distract Billy from the terrible bleak irony hidden in that declaration, Bart continued. "Just... tell me what to do, Billy. I'll do whatever you want. Just... tell me."
     Billy stared at Bart, almost terrified by the anger and the longing mixed in the prince's face. Me... he wants... me? He loves... me? Finally... "Please..." Billy whispered.
     Bart closed his eye, all the fierceness draining from his face, afraid to hope. "Please... what?"
     "Please, Bart... please love me..."
     "Oh, god." Bart crushed Billy against his chest, something in his mind singing in relief and astonished ecstasy. "I will. I do. I'm yours, Billy. Thank you..."
     Billy rested one hand against Bart's chest, shyly. "Just... just be patient with me? Please? I... I've never done anything even vaguely like this before..."
     Bart nodded, still holding Billy tightly. "I'll try. I'll really try. I'm... not very patient, usually... tell me if I'm pushing you too fast, okay?"
     Billy said nothing, and Bart fell silent as well, content to just hold Billy and thrill to his incredible good fortune. Several slow minutes passed, in which neither boy moved, just held onto each other. After a while, the pale hand that rested lightly on Bart's chest slid tentatively up onto Bart's shoulder, and then down along his arm, tracing the swell of Bart's bicep with trembling fingers. As Billy's hand slid down towards Bart's elbow, Bart let go of Billy with that arm; Billy trailed his fingertips down Bart's forearm, to his wrist, and into the palm of his hand. And Bart gently interlaced his fingers with Billy's, bringing Billy's hand back up to hold it lightly against his chest, dipping his head to kiss each of Billy's knuckles in turn.
     Billy closed his eyes and exhaled shakily, his fingers tightening on Bart's. Smiling, Bart turned his head towards Billy, touching his lips gently to Billy's in a silent apology. Billy shuddered, just a bit, but didn't pull away; instead he pressed his lips clumsily against Bart's, quickly betraying how little he knew about what he was doing. The kiss was soft, and awkward, and still; neither boy moved. Bart fought himself, and the urge to touch his tongue to Billy's lips, to try and insinuate its tip into Billy's mouth, to try and tangle it with Billy's own... but the thought was too compelling, and Bart parted his lips slightly, the very tip of his tongue tracing along Billy's lower lip.
     Billy gasped and pulled back slightly, eyes wide. Bart immediately tightened his arms around Billy and closed his eye, whispering an apology. After a moment, Billy tightened his grip on Bart's hand, and dared to touch his lips to Bart's again, very lightly. Breaking the second kiss, Billy whispered "Show me... show me how..."
     Bart opened his eye and gazed at Billy, unsure; but the fervor that shone in Billy's eyes left no room for argument. Letting go of Billy's hand, Bart reached up and brushed his thumb gently over Billy's lips. "First," Bart murmured, gazing intently at Billy, "you've got to relax..."
     Bart continued to stroke his thumb over Billy's lips, gently. After a moment, Billy sighed, very faintly, and his lips relaxed and parted, just a little; Bart slid his thumb away and replaced it with his lips, lightly slipping the tip of his tongue into Billy's mouth.
     Billy gasped again but didn't pull away; Bart's tongue found Billy's and teased it lightly, tongue-tip flickering delicately against tongue-tip. After a moment, Billy's lips parted further, and he tentatively circled the tip of Bart's tongue with his own. Bart purred quietly in encouragement, and Billy slowly grew bolder, daring to explore Bart's mouth in return. After several slippery moments, they broke the kiss and stared at each other, Bart smiling, Billy extremely solemn; then Bart slid his thumb down again, tracing along Billy's pinkened and slick lips lightly. "Good?" Bart whispered, captivated by Billy and his dazed expression. Billy nodded once, hypnotized. Bart continued to stroke Billy's lips gently with his thumb; after a moment, shyly, Billy dared to flick the tip of his tongue out to meet it.
     Bart shivered and closed his eye, making that faint purring noise again; emboldened, Billy cupped Bart's hand in both of his, parting his lips and taking the tip of Bart's thumb into his mouth. For a few moments they barely moved, Billy lightly suckling the tip of Bart's thumb, repeating the lessons that he'd learned from the kiss; and Bart, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation and thinking I wish he'd do that to something else... no. No. I can't push him... got to go slow... it's so hard, though.
     And hard it was, or half-hard, anyway. Bart shifted uncomfortably under Billy, hoping that Billy wasn't yet aware of that fact; something else brushed lightly against Bart's belly, causing Bart to look down. Opening his eyes, Billy followed Bart's gaze curiously... then turned brilliant red, letting go of Bart's hand and burying his face against Bart's shoulder, mortally embarrassed.
     "Hey," Bart murmured, tickling the back of Billy's neck, "it's nothing to be ashamed of... you're not the only one..."
     Billy just mumbled something that got lost against Bart's shoulder, refusing to look at Bart at all. Bart continued to gaze down at Billy's cock, jutting up along Bart's belly eagerly despite its owner's embarrassment; Bart was aching to touch it and willing himself not to. Bad idea. Bad idea. That's definitely moving too fast for the poor kid... Instead, Bart laid his hand flat on Billy's hip, his thumb tickling along Billy's ribcage. "Billy... come on, it's okay... I consider it a compliment, okay?"
     Billy finally lifted his head, his face still lightly flushed. "What? I..."
     "Well... I mean..." Bart floundered for words for a moment; language got harder and harder as... well, as he did. "Last time... you were asleep, and dreaming, and maybe it was just your body enjoying it despite you... but this time... I had something to do with this..." Without even thinking about it, Bart lifted his hand from Billy's hip and brushed his fingers gently up along the shaft of Billy's cock. With a faint squeal, Billy turned completely crimson and buried his face in Bart's shoulder again. Bart yanked his hand away and slapped his hand across his face, embarrassed. "Shit. Shit. I'm sorry, Billy... I'm really trying to take this slowly but sometimes I just forget..."
     Billy just shook, every muscle tensed and shaking. Bart held Billy close, mentally cursing himself and trying desperately not to think about how one of Billy's thighs was quivering gently right... up... against... my... ohgod... Finally, Billy quieted. Bart wasn't entirely sure whether he was glad of that or not, but it did make it easier to think. Slightly easier. Bart dropped his head and placed a light kiss on Billy's exposed shoulder. Billy shivered lightly, and mumbled, "I... guess that's a compliment too... right?"
     "Huh?" Bart's mind was adamantly refusing to understand after Billy's last little shiver. Experimentally, he kissed Billy's shoulder again; no shiver this time. Damn.
     Billy raised his head a little, his ears still red. "I... uh... if you forget... to, to hold back... if you want to... to... that badly..." Billy stopped and flushed again, but now Bart understood.
     "Yes. Absolutely, that badly..." Succumbing to a wicked impulse, Bart dropped his voice into a very faint purr, his lips almost touching Billy's ear. "Would you like me to tell you how much?"
     Crimson again, Billy buried his face against Bart's shoulder... but he nodded, once, jerkily. Bart smiled faintly and stroked Billy's hair, pulling the smaller boy more firmly against himself and holding him tightly. His lips a hair's-breadth from Billy's ear, Bart murmured, "Right at this very moment, you're the most beautiful thing that I've ever seen... oil-slick and naked, with your hair messed up and your face red, and your cock resting against my stomach like that... I want to hold you, I want to kiss you, I want to do things to your body and make you scream... with joy, not in terror or embarrassment..." Bart's voice roughened slightly, and he closed his eyes. "I want... I want to have your legs wrapped around my waist... I want to touch every inch of you... I want to make you forget everything except what I'm doing to you, right at that very second... I want to taste you, I want to be inside you, I want to look deep into your beautiful blue eyes while I make you come... oh, gods, Billy, I want you, and it's taking every ounce of self-control I have to stop myself from having you..." Bart's voice was a deep growl by this point, and he was the one doing the trembling now. 
     Billy was absolutely still against Bart's shoulder, overwhelmed, even forgetting to blush in his awe. I... I did that? To him? Me? I... Thoughts flickered through Billy's mind, almost too fast to comprehend; nothing he'd ever experienced could have prepared him for this. Everything he'd ever thought about himself had been turned on its ear; someone found him desirable? Wanted him? Not for his guns or for money, but just... for himself. Wanted him. Loved him. Bart loved him. Loved him. Loved him.
     "Bart?" Billy's voice was extremely quiet, and it shook, with nerves. Bart nodded, once, not quite trusting himself to speak, and Billy continued. "Bart... do you... do you really think you love me?"
     "Love you?" Bart's shaking voice exploded from him almost against his will. "Billy, I've never loved anyone more... I think I've loved you for weeks... yes. Yes, I love you. I'll love you forever, even if you leave right now and I never see you again..." Bart clamped his mouth shut, his eye wide. I... did I really say that? Wow... I think it might even be true... oh god, I can't even think, I want him so bad right now...
     Billy looked up then, meeting Bart's gaze as best he could. A faint nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and even the obvious lust kindled deep in Bart's eye couldn't make him drop his eyes any more. "... then show me... show me what to do... I will... anything... please..."
     That was all Bart needed to hear. With a faint growl, Bart pressed his lips to Billy's, losing himself in a fierce kiss. And shortly Billy was giving just as good as he got, responding to Bart's roughness with a fervor that startled them both. Bart's hand slipped easily down along Billy's oiled chest, lightly stroking one of Billy's nipples and drawing forth a sharp gasp; tentatively, Billy reached out and returned the favor. Bart's mouth dropped open and his breath hissed out, his hands grasping at Billy almost desperately. Billy continued to toy with Bart's nipple, gently, amazed at what his fingers were doing, could do, could make Bart do...
     "Harder," Bart growled, clutching at Billy's thigh, not quite hard enough to hurt. And Billy complied, nervously at first then gaining confidence, Bart's nipple clamped firmly between Billy's fingertips... "harder," Bart growled again, his eye screwed tightly shut. Goaded, abandoning his restraint, Billy twisted Bart's nipple between his fingertips, clamping down as hard as he could. Bart's breath roared out in a growl of animal pleasure. "Yesssss... don't be gentle with me... I can take it... I want it that way..."
     In marked contrast, Bart's hands were restrained on Billy's body. Bart tweaked both of Billy's nipples lightly, then trailed his slick fingers down along Billy's stomach, stopping just short of touching Billy's cock. Billy whimpered, slightly, pushing his hips up towards Bart's hand without even thinking about it; Bart grinned and wrapped his fingers loosely about Billy's shaft, coaxing forth a ragged moan. After a moment, Bart began to stroke Billy gently, and Billy forgot everything but the feel of Bart's hand, Bart's palm, Bart's fingers... the slick pad of Bart's thumb slipped firmly across the bundle of nerves just under the head of Billy's cock, and Billy shrieked breathlessly, knotting his hands into fists. Bart was still grinning, a wide feral grin, barely able to force himself to remain gentle.
     Both of Billy's hands, shaking, clamped onto Bart's stroking hand; neither boy was entirely sure whether Billy was trying to stop Bart's caresses or encourage them. To be certain, Bart let go, and Billy whimpered at the loss. Breathing raggedly, Bart stared at Billy, who gazed back, his eyes wild. Bart searched Billy's eyes for most of a minute, regaining some tiny measure of control; whatever Bart was looking for in Billy's gaze, he seemed to find it. Heaving a deep breath, he asked anyway. "Billy... are you... are you sure..."
     Billy nodded emphatically, gasping. "Show me... show me what to do... I want to... to love you..."
     After a moment, Bart nodded. Sliding his hands gently under Billy, he repositioned the smaller boy, so that Billy was kneeling astride Bart's legs. Billy threw his arms around Bart's neck and held on tightly, trembling. One of Bart's hands cupped Billy's ass, very gently; the other reached out blindly. After a moment, Bart's groping fingers found the bottle of oil and dragged it close. One-handedly, clumsily, Bart tilted the bottle, soaking his hand in a fresh layer of oil; the bottle slipped from his hand and clattered away, to leak onto the towels. Neither boy cared at all.
     Bart brought his slick hand up, resting it gently beside the first. After a moment, Bart slid the tip of one finger into the crack of Billy's ass, and Billy buried his face against Bart's throat. Gently, carefully, slowly, holding his breath, Bart worked the tip of his finger up inside Billy, to the first joint; Billy muffled his shriek against Bart's neck and tensed, his entire body going rigid.
     Bart paused there, letting Billy get used to the invasion. "Relax..." Bart murmured, his other hand stroking up and down along Billy's back reassuringly, "relax... I won't hurt you..." After a few minutes, with an effort, Billy did relax, slightly. Still stroking Billy's back and murmuring reassurance, Bart carefully worked his finger into Billy, until finally it was buried all the way inside. Pausing then, breathing raggedly and gathering up every last shred of his self-control, Bart murmured "... okay?"
     After a few moments, Billy nodded once, jerkily, making another concerted effort to relax and mostly failing. Bart still didn't move, concentrating on kissing Billy's ear and the side of his face. His free hand stroked the back of Billy's neck; after a few moments, Billy heaved a deep breath and forced himself to relax, slightly. Slowly, gently, Bart worked his finger back out, almost all the way, then back in; after a few more repetitions, his finger was slithering in and out fairly easily, and he added a second finger to the first, sliding them all the way in and flexing them apart slightly. Billy gasped, his arms tightening about Bart's neck; Bart barely noticed, all his attention concentrated on what his hand was doing. Bart continued to move his fingers in and out, and after a while, Billy's gasps were coming more often, with a ragged edge to them that was like music to Bart's ears.
     Bart shifted, sliding his fingers fully out of Billy and cupping Billy's rear firmly. Easily lifting the smaller boy off the ground, Bart brought him close; Billy's cock jutted against Bart's stomach once more, and the very tip of Bart's own cock brushed gently against the crack of Billy's ass.
     Billy whimpered. Slowly, biting his lower lip viciously to help maintain control, Bart began to guide Billy downwards. As the tip of Bart's cock began to slide in, Billy tensed all over again, whooping in a ragged breath. It was all Bart could do to stop and wait, and his deep growling breaths betrayed that; after just a moment, Billy managed to relax, and Bart fitted himself deep into Billy's ass, inch by inch, as gently as he could. Finally -- finally! -- Billy rested in Bart's lap, every breath torn from his body with a tiny whimper. His legs were tight about Bart's waist, and the sensation was everything Bart had hoped it would be; wrapping his arms tightly about Billy's shoulders, Bart brought his legs up, so that Billy would have something to rest against. And they paused, just like that, while Billy calmed himself. Bart murmured reassuring noises into Billy's ear, completely unaware of what he was saying as Bart fought his urge to move, to throw himself forward, to have... Every tiny twitch of Billy's muscles against Bart's cock threatened to make Bart lose that control; in order to distract them both, he leaned Billy back slightly, and wrapped his hand around Billy's cock again.
     Billy opened his mouth in an aborted shriek; not a single sound issued from his mouth. Bart stroked Billy gently, his hand slick and wet on Billy's cock; every stroke caused Billy to twitch and tighten about Bart, and Bart groaned raggedly, already feeling a deep twinge from within his groin. Gods... he doesn't even need to move, I'm going to... to... aah...
     Bart's breath hissed out as he desperately grappled for control... and lost it. Yanking Billy forward against his chest, Bart then clamped both of his hands on Billy's hips and bucked upwards, burying himself roughly inside Billy. Billy's eyes flew open wide and he shrieked for real, whether in pain or pleasure neither one knew; Bart pulled back slightly and then thrust upwards again, roughly, no longer caring about anything but the tightness of Billy around his cock. Billy cried out, and Bart roared, overcome, lost, already exploding, deep inside of Billy...
     Quickly, as quickly as he could gather his scattered thoughts, Bart reached out and grabbed Billy's cock again, staring deeply into Billy's shocked eyes. Two long, firm strokes of Bart's hand, and Billy screamed and came as well, soaking Bart's belly and chest, his muscles convulsing helplessly about Bart's own cock... Bart shrieked at the sudden pressure and the intense sensation, his entire body jerking several times in its extremity. Spent, Bart folded himself tightly about Billy and they huddled together, both breathing hard. Billy's breaths were coming in deep, exhausted sobs, and Bart's were low animal growls in his chest.
     After a few moments, Bart reached up shakily and caressed Billy's hair, still breathing heavily. "...sorry... I'm sorry, Billy... I, I couldn't stop... are you... are you okay?"
     Billy managed to nod, once, jerkily, clinging to Bart tightly. Bart returned the fierce embrace as best he could; every muscle in his body was limp and useless. Helplessly, Bart continued: "I... I'm so glad I didn't hurt you... I didn't want to, but... gods, Billy, you felt so good... I, I'll try and be gentler next time..."
     Billy nodded again, slowly getting his breathing back under control. Finally, he opened his mouth, and wheezed out, "It's... it's okay... I'm okay..."
     "I'm... glad..." Bart murmured, with the ghost of a grin. "If you... weren't okay, I don't think I'd... have the strength to do anything about it..." Billy flushed, giggling unexpectedly. Bart caught Billy's eyes with his own, reaching up to brush Billy's cheek with trembling fingers and smiling indulgently.
     After a few minutes, Billy carefully unknotted his legs from about Bart's waist and disentangled himself. Both boys winced slightly as they came apart from each other, Billy murmuring a brief "ow". Then they both looked at each other, and laughed...

     Shoving one long silver bang away from his face absently, Sigurd pushed Bart's door open, almost falling into the room when the door didn't get caught on anything. The dim brown immenseness that was Bart's stateroom wasn't really noticeably cleaner, but a path had been cleared from the door to the immense bed. One corner of Sigurd's mouth quirked up in a faint smile. He knocked quietly on the door, and after a moment a bedraggled and sleepy Bart propped himself up on one elbow, staring at Sigurd uncomprehendingly.
     Sigurd waved, and opened his mouth to say something; then the pale form under Bart's other arm groaned and shifted slightly. Startled, Sigurd blinked at Bart, eventually remembering to close his mouth. Bart grinned his most charming grin and laid his fingers lightly over his lips, asking Sigurd to be quiet.
     Without another word, shaking his head but smiling faintly, Sigurd pulled the door shut.

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