Kyle’s lips parted, and he licked them. “You want to see just how much? Pay.”
The leader’s eyes darkened, and the others laughed. He grinned, tossing a purse to Clavius. “Count it. You’ll get the other half when we’re done. Here are the clothes too.”
Clavius’ hands shook mildly, but he counted the coins, and checked the clothes. “Fine...”
“Deal!” The leader grabbed Kyle’s hand, and they disappeared, with the other men following, into the undergrowth.
Clavius collapsed on the ground, trying his best to ignore the grunting and moans coming from the bushes, sweat trickling down his back, hoping that they would not kill them later.What the fuck was Kyle thinking... then again, we would have not escaped... fuck, fuck, fuck...
They finally came out, Kyle’s hair tousled, his whole body glistening with sweat, and the leader tossed another purse to Clavius, who had scrambled to his feet.
“Thanks for this... he’s a real treat... you would earn a fortune making him work as a whore.”
Clavius smirked. “I might take your expert advice.”
They dressed then quickly, and the leader walked up to Kyle, slipping a gold coin into his hand. “This is for your talented mouth.”
Kyle just smiled at him and pocketed it.
They left then, Clavius feeling sick. He could not even talk to him for a while, just watching Kyle’s blanched face. They came across a small stream, a bridge running over it, and Kyle stopped, stooping down on the bank, shoving his fingers down his throat. He threw up and then drank long gulps, washing his mouth out.
Clavius walked to him, putting his hand on his back. “You sure you had to do this?”
He wiped his mouth, straightening. “They would have killed you, and do it anyway if we refused, so, yes, I am pretty sure we’re better off.”
He smiled feebly and Clavius’ face softened. “I... I don’t know how I will ever be able to repay this to you.”
“You don’t have to... let’s go.”
They continued, Kyle busy walling up the memories of the past events, like countless times before when he’d worked in that brothel.
Dusk settled, and they spotted an inn on the side of the road.
Kyle’s face beamed. “We have money now, so let’s get a decent night’s sleep, finally... and a well-cooked meal...”
Clavius grinned. “Though your wild cooking wasn’t bad either.”
They went inside, cautious, but as they were properly dressed, nobody paid any particular attention to them.
Clavius walked to the innkeeper. “A room for me and my slave.”
The older man looked at Kyle. “He can sleep in the stables.”
Clavius laced his arm around Kyle’s shoulder, pulling him close. “He sleeps with me.”
The innkeeper grinned and gave him the key. “Sit down and have some food?”
Clavius nodded, and they sat down to a tabel, Kyle’s eyes shining with amusement. “You’re a good actor.”
Clavius smiled, embarrassed. “I hope you didn’t mind.”
Kyle looked at him. “Would you like to?”
“What?”
“Sleep with me.”
Clavius went bright red. “What? No... I am not so much into boys... and Marius would kill me.”
