Juste peered into the dark corner of the castle hall, checking that he had missed nothing. A small sparkle caught his eye. When he reached down to prod at the sparkle, a small but exquisitely decorated candlestick fell out of the shadows at his feet. He picked it up and examined it carefully. It was in good condition, and, he thought happily, would fit in perfectly with the room he had found.

He wondered slightly if he really should be helping clean up his enemy's castle like this, but it did make for a nice break from killing monsters. Pocketing the candlestick and settling the Vampire Killer at his side, Juste walked off to the room he had found, whistling happily.

It took him a while to get back to the central castle area where the room where he store the random decorations was. He liked the place; the stairway was empty of monsters, and it seemed they didn't come into the room, so it was a nice change compared to the rest of the castle. He made his way down the stairs and to the room.

He had just finished placing the candlestick on the table just right and stood back to admire the effect. The room was starting to look quite homely, with the bed (that had been quite a pain to carry, Juste still thought he could feel it in his back sometimes) and the soft light of the candles illuminating the other decorations. Juste was just about to leave when he heard a small noise from behind him.

He frowned, wondering if a monster had wandered in there after all, even if it was unlikely. His hand went for the Vampire Killer and was about to turn around - only to find a blade pressed on his throat. Someone grabbed him from behind and pulled the whip out of his hold.

"Figured you'd show up eventually," a familiar voice said. "Noticed you come around this area a couple of times, and found this room after looking around. This is so your work. Nice. Now then, where are you hiding Lydie?"

"Maxim!" Juste held still for the moment, not wanting to get his throat slit. His friend had been acting so oddly lately that it didn't seem unlikely the man would really kill him. He replied slowly and carefully, "I'm not hiding her anywhere. I don't know where she is."

"I need that woman..." Maxim hissed with an odd voice. "And you are hiding her somewhere! Don't lie to me, Juste, I know you're in this. Somehow you're keeping me from getting her, but your effort is in vain! I'll find her... and then..."

He laughed and pressed the blade against Juste's skin, cutting him just enough to draw blood. "But you can help me. Tell me where she is and I won't have to hurt you more."

"I told you, I don't know!" It was hard to think of his old friend and this person as the same, the old Maxim would never have done such a thing. He struggled a little, trying to get the blade away from his neck and pressing himself against Maxim in the process. "Shouldn't you remember, though? You said you memories were coming back..."

The dark-haired man pressed the weapon harder against his friend's neck. "Shut up! You are the one hiding her from me, and you dare to talk like that?" Maxim laughed again, his voice somehow malicious and twisted. "I'll give you one more chance, Belmont. Talk or I'll make you talk! Where is she?!"

Juste grunted a little at the pain at his neck as the blade pressed down. He was quickly running out of options; Maxim's grip on his arms was too strong for him to easily break and without his whip he wouldn't stand much of a chance in combat anyway. And he really didn't know where Lydie was or why Maxim had the idea that he would. It was as if his friend was a completely different person... He tried to stall for time. "I...if we go together, I might be able to take you to her...would that satisfy you, Maxim?"

Maxim seemed to stop to consider; he loosened his hold of the blond for a little, and pulled the blade a bit lower. "Hmm. Maybe..."

He then shook his head, sensing a trap. "That would work well, yes, but you've just been saying you don't know where she is. I'm not taking 'might' for an answer. Either you can take me to her or you can't, simple as that. So which area would be we heading to? Don't lie to me, Juste, I know you're up to something. Lead me away from her, perhaps? Ah yes, that's what you're up to, isn't it..."

The sharp edge of Maxim's weapon returned to Juste's throat, and the dark-haired man chuckled softy. "I'm not giving you more chances. Start talking. Where?!"

Juste cursed in his mind for losing his chance when Maxim had taken the sword away from his throat. He didn't really have any idea of what to do now besides to keep stalling and hope the other man would come to his senses soon. "But by that logic I might just tell you the wrong area to lead you away as well. How can you be sure either way?"

Maxim grabbed the other man by the hair with an evil grin on his face. "Quite true, I can't. So then that means I'll just have to make you talk. And I do remember a couple of things that would perhaps make you stick to the truth..."

The blade left Juste's throat then, but before he could do anything he was thrown against the table that occupied the middle of the room. Maxim then grabbed him by the shoulders and pressed him down. "How about it, Juste?" He said, smirking. "How about I make you tell the truth."

Make him stick to the truth? What? Juste couldn't think of anything Maxim would remember like that, but he didn't like where his imagination was going all on its own. He had to stop this.

Juste brought his arm up to hit Maxim in the side, trying to at least distract the man enough to let him free himself. Maxim grunted as the fist smacked his ribs and stumbled to the side a little, but before the blonde could start struggling in earnest he found the blade back at his throat and was forced to lie back down.

"Why you little bastard," Maxim snarled, holding the weapon so close to the blond's skin that Juste feared he would cut his throat at any moment. "I said I could do this without hurting you, but seems you're not willing to co-operate at all!"

The dark-haired man leaned down, glaring at his friend. His lips turned into evil smile, and he then grabbed Juste by the hair. "Have it your way then..." He pulled Juste's head up a little and into a forceful kiss.

Juste was too surprised by his former friend's actions to struggle much as first, letting Maxim ravish his mouth as he would. Even after he managed to regain his wits and started to resist, the sharp blade of Maxim's sword against his throat kept him from doing much.

Eventually Maxim let the blond go to fall back onto the table with a 'thunk'. Juste panted for a moment, trying to get his breath back while Maxim watched, smirking.

"Why do you..." Juste started, gasping for breath, but the other man leaned down and pressed a finger over his lips and shook his head. It wasn't like Juste couldn't guess that Maxim - or was it really Maxim? - was up to something now, but he wasn't exactly willing to find out exactly what.

"I happened to remember this nice way of making you talk," Maxim said while moving his hand lower and pulling the lace in front of the blond's shirt open. He caressed Juste's skin with his fingertips then and grinned. "Remember when we were younger? We used to do a lot of things..."

Juste allowed himself a small measure of fear. He had a vague idea of what Maxim was driving at now. They had done a lot of...interesting things when they were younger, but that didn't mean he wanted to now. Unfortunately, Maxim seemed rather determined as he began to slide Juste's coat down his shoulders. The blonde swallowed, hard, and tried to find his voice. "Maxim...stop. I really don't know where she is! I swear-" His words, which had somehow devolved into a rather embarrassing high-pitched sound, were abruptly cut off when Maxim reached up to kiss him again.

"I told you, I don't believe you. Tell me the truth, Juste. Before or after I force it from you, it doesn't matter to me." Maxim chuckled a little and kept rubbing gently at Juste's arms and chest. "Don't you remember...this?"

"No," Juste mumbled, scowling. He then sighed as the dark-haired man drew his fingers over his throat and stopped on his lips. Maxim looked at him and shook his head, with a knowing smirk on his face. "Fine," the blond continued. "Yes."

Maxim laughed. "That's better. Now you're telling the truth, hmm? So let's see now..." He moved his hand lower on Juste's body, pushing the coat away as he did do. He stopped to unbuckle the blond's belt, snickering evilly. "How about this...?"

"No -" Juste cut off at Maxim's warning look and the gentle push of fingers on his lips and looked away, not wanting to watch. "Yes." He mumbled, trying not to think about it.

"It takes so much to get the truth out of you... Ah well." Maxim laughed again, shortly. "You're telling the truth now." He finished working with Juste's belt but paused to caress at the Belmont's crotch through the fabric. "And this?"

Juste bit his lip, and shook his head. "Stop it, Maxim, we can't," he mumbled, doing his best to keep himself from sounding pathetic. "I'm telling you the truth already; I don't know where Lydie is." He looked at his friend, then added a defeated, "Yes," as the dark-haired man paused his caresses and looked at him with a slight frown on his face.

The blade pressed ever-so-slightly harder against Juste's throat. "Liar," Maxim hissed softly, resuming his touches. "Come now, is it really so hard? I know you're telling me the truth about...this..." The blond gave a small gasp of surprise when Maxim's hand finally slipped inside his pants to rub enticingly against his sex.

"No," Juste muttered, closing his eyes. "Please, Maxim," he pleaded. "Don't do this, we can't, not here. I really don't know anything."

Maxim laughed cruelly. "We'll see," he replied as he pulled Juste's pants open to give himself better access. The blond gritted his teeth, wishing he could have kept himself from giving a response, but his body disagreed. He certainly couldn't lie about remembering Maxim's touch when he found himself hard and unable to stop the other man.

"Heh, so you do remember," Maxim remarked, his fingers working on his friend's erection. "I only wish your memory would start working when it comes to other things. Well, Juste?"

Juste shook his head, feeling sick and defeated. "I really don't know... Stop it, Maxim, we can't...I can't... I can't tell you anything anyway." It was all he could do to keep professing ignorance about Lydie, as he obviously didn't have ignorance about what Maxim was doing.

Maxim glared at him, then murmured darkly, "You're stubborn. I should've expected it of a Belmont. But is it really so hard to give me the truth?" He chuckled, then leaned down to lick at the tip of Juste's erection. "I know you're not lying about everything..."

"I, ah... Maxim... I'm telling you the truth," the blond answered, getting desperate. "I swear... I don't know where she is!" He then raised his right hand and slapped it over his mouth to keep from embarrassing himself more than he already had. Maxim still kept the sword pointed at his throat, and he couldn't move much.

The dark-haired man looked at him, grinning evilly. He then lowered the blade just a little, to make sure Juste didn't accidentally hurt himself. "Very, very stubborn," he muttered, studying the other man for a moment. "But you'll talk soon..." He then took the blond's sex into his mouth, sucking gently on the tip.

Juste bit at his hand to keep from making any more noise. Maxim's mouth felt nice and Juste remembered how he had...practiced when they were younger. It was getting harder to resist the touches, though he still couldn't give Maxim what he wanted. He couldn't give up what he didn't know.

"How annoying," Maxim commented, pausing to look at the other man's face. "You look nice and helpless like that you know, Juste. I could..." He chuckled and pulled Juste's pants off a little more. He then licked his fingers and grinned at the blond again. "Hmm, did we ever do this?" He pondered, appearing amused. "Can't remember... You will, though." He forced his hand between Juste's thighs; the blond tried to resist but the blade was pressed against his throat sharply again. Juste looked at his friend, slightly panicked when Maxim pushed his fingers lower between his legs, then suddenly into him.

"Gaaah! Maxim, no! No..." Juste then silenced himself with both hands, not wanting to cry out. It hurt, but Maxim then laughed and leaned down to lick on his erection again, and he didn't know exactly what to think anymore.

Maxim chuckled softly and worked his fingers in deeper while slowly taking more of the blond's sex into his mouth. Juste couldn't do much but press his hands harder against his mouth to silence his cries. It did hurt, quite a bit, but it also felt so good... Desperately he tried to think of something, anything else, but every time he managed to tear his mind away from what Maxim was doing the dark-haired man would shift his fingers or suck a little harder and he was right back where he started.

"You don't seem to be in any condition to tell me anything right now..." Maxim paused for a moment, looking up as Juste twisted a little, though it was hard to say if he wanted to get away or move closer. "We'll see in a little bit, though."

Juste blinked and shook his head, not really sure what he was trying to answer. He lifted his hands a little and tried to say something, but it turned into a weak moan and he forced himself silent a second later. His thoughts were incoherent and the only thing he would register was Maxim's touch. The dark-haired man's fingers pressed against something inside of him, and he let out a muffled cry, writhing on the table.

"Hmm, do you want to tell me something, Juste?" Maxim asked with a malicious tone. "Or would you like to suffer a little more?"

Juste heard Maxim say something, though he wasn't really sure of what. The fingers found the spot inside of him again and he cried out again, louder this time. Unconsciously he rocked his hips, trying to get Maxim to touch him more. The dark-haired man obliged, and Juste whimpered, throwing his head back against the table.

The blond's hands slipped from his mouth, and he gripped the tablecloth, his mind blank. "...Ah, aah... Maxim!" He cried out, much to his companion's amusement. Maxim continued fondling him, taking more of the Belmont's erection into his mouth and pressed his fingers deeper. Juste could only try to move himself against the other man's touch, completely helpless.

"Maxim... Maxim!" The blond mumbled weakly, then strained on the table and let out a sharp cry as he came. He slumped down after a few seconds, feeling spent.

Maxim finished what he was doing, then raised his head, licking his lips. "There you go, Juste. All mine now, and now... you'll speak." He removed his hands from the blond's body, leaning down to look at the other man's face. "Where?"

"Ah...I..." Juste tried to come up with a place he hadn't been yet, feeling dazed and unfocused. He felt terrible about lying to his friend, but he didn't want Maxim doing anything else. "Beyond the chapel. Somewhere...I forget." He lay back, panting and trying to compose himself. "All I know."

Maxim pulled back, looking furious. He pressed the blade hard against the blond's throat hard enough to again draw blood and looked as if he was going to say something. But before the dark-haired man could do anything more there was a strange grinding sound from outside the room, making Maxim jump and glance to the door. "Not yet," he murmured, Juste forgotten, "It shouldn't have started yet." He removed the blade from Juste's throat and sheathed it, glaring at the fallen Belmont. "You're lucky I have somewhere else to be. But next time...you'd better tell me exactly where she is."

He then mumbled a few curses and ran to the door, vanishing outside. The sound from outside went away, and silence fell to the room, broken only by Juste's heavy breathing.

The Vampire Hunter could only lie still for a long while, trying to catch his breath. He had noticed Maxim acting strange before, and now he was convinced that there was something seriously wrong with his friend. There was however nothing he could have done. He took a few deep breaths, then slowly stood and fixed his clothes. He found his weapon lying on the floor further away and went to pick it up.

He had no idea what Maxim was up to, but Juste knew he would have to find Lydie before Maxim did.

Author's notes:

It's a lot easier to write porn when you can fob stuff off on the other guy. Also, needs more ninja.

- MarsDragon

What can I say? Pr0n glorious pr0n. This was written because we couldn't find any damn Harmony pr0n on the Internet. Sad. Well, there we go, now.

- Lady Harken (December, 2005)