Grenseal: *He took another large swig from his mug, slamming it down on the counter like he had been doing since he had entered the place. He looked gloomily at Alen, who was next to him.* ...And he... he handed Lord Teo his lunch and smiled like... like his freaking domestic wife or something!! *He said slurredly, completely drunk and in a bad fashion, too.* And other day, when I was there... he let Young Master kiss him very close to the lips... and then Pahn... they were doing dishes together for some odd reason... Ugh... *He shook his head irritatedly.*

Alen: *He listened to his friend, nodding to his words now and then. He was also pretty much drunk.* ...But he says he loves you eh... That's pretty much.... I mean, we both know he does love Young Master like a little brother or something... That's what he says, anyway... I doubt Master Teo would be interested in him like that, but... *He glanced at his empty mug and sighed. He didn't remember how many drinks he had already had, but he needed another one...*

Grenseal: ...I love him. He loves me, too, I think... *He emptied his mug and pushed it away, too sick in his heart even to drink more. He held his head with both hands, sighing deeply.* I don't know... We've been together for about... three years now. I know a lot about him... but it still bothers me... Yeah, we both have things more important than our relationship, but... *He sighed again.* Ugh, I'm jealous, that's what. And I'm doubting him. ...How can I make certain how he feels? Can't exactly ask...

Alen: I know... *He pushed away his mug, too. Maybe it would be better if he'd stop drinking now. He patted Grenseal's shoulder gently.* But, there has to be some way to find out how loyal he is... I mean...

Grenseal: ...Sometimes, I wonder if he'd react to another's touch... If he would be... you know... *He grimaces in disgust at the notion. ...Then he brightened with a sick little grint in his dark-green eyes.* ...Will he react to a stranger? Or am I his only one? That /can/ be tested... *He murmured to himself drunkenly.*

Alen: Well, yeah... *He smiled to his friend, trying to think straight.* Well, if you ever decide to test your theory, just ask me... I mean, you wouldn't want a complete stranger touching him, would you... *He stroked Gren's shoulder softly.*

Grenseal: ...........True. *He nodded... A glance out of the window was enough to see that it was already late. He had an appointment with Gremio tonight, probably in about an hour. //......Perfect.// Evil whispered in the back of his head. He looked at Alen seriously under his drunken demeanor.* ...Tonight. Let's test him tonight.

Alen: *He looked at his friend's green eyes* ...You're serious, eh Gren? Tonight? Hmm, why not... Okay, I'm in. Well, what are you planning? *He grinned, still feeling a bit drunk, but he was thinking clearly enough now.*

Grenseal: *He was impaired in his conscience but not in his logics. Frowning slightly to come up with a plan, he began to share it in a low, quiet tone.* I am to meet Gremio in about an hour. How about... we sneak into the mansion with our faces obscured... and take him? Fortunately, Lord Teo is spending the night in his office at the Palace to finish up some work. And Young Master's bedroom is on the second floor away from Gremio's room.

Alen: *He nodded to his companion, smiling. He was drunk enough to do something like this.* Sound good enough... Yeah, let's do it... *He grinned and got up from his seat.*

Grenseal: *He stood, too. He was drunk but he felt himself as clearheaded. Oh yes, he'd test Gremio...* We need to... no, we'll just blindfold him. *He smirked faintly. They placed coins to pay for the drink and left to the dark of the night. Full one hour until his appointment with the blond. That will give ample time for the "incident" to occur.*

Gremio: *He carried the rest of the dishes to the kitchen and prepared to wash them. Young Master was sleeping already... He had fallen asleep as soon as the manservant had taken him to bed. Now, he had about an hour... then he would see his lover. He smiled at the thought. It had been a couple of days since he had last spent some time alone with the handsome knight...*

Grenseal: *He walked around the McDohl mansion to the backdoor. He didn't have the keys, but he knew where Gremio kept the spare key hidden. Reaching under the pot of daisy to the side of the door, he got the key and opened the door quietly. Taking a small breath, he motioned Alen to follow and entered the mansion, making way to the sound of water and dishes clattering slightly in the kitchen.*

Alen: *He followed Grenseal, sneaking to the kitchen. The blond manservant was washing dishes. Alen motioned quietly towards him, waiting for Grenseal's signal. Seeing the dark-blond knight nodding to Gremio's direction, he quickly moved behind the green-cloaked servant. He grabbed Gremio's hands, forcing them behind his back.*

Gremio: *He was holding a plate when someone suddenly grabbed him. He dropped the plate and tried struggle.* What.......?!!!!

Grenseal: *He yanked off his green mantle and threw it over Gremio's head, obscuring his view. The inner lining of the cloth was black, so he doubted that the blond would recognize it. Not giving the other the chance to utter much sound, he turned to the front of the lithe figure and delivered a heavy blow to the mid-section, just to knock him out for the time being.*

Gremio: *His head was covered. He struggled, but then someone hit him hard. He blinked, gasping for breath, temporary loosing his strength.*

Alen: *He quickly lifted Gremio up to his arms as the blond slackened to his hold.* Now let's take him to his room, eh? *He whispered to Grenseal*

Grenseal: *He nodded, leading their way again. He felt guilty for having struck Gremio, but he had to. After they had him bound, gagged and blinfolded, he'd be gentle again. //......Gentle, heh...// He rolled his green eyes. Opening the door to Gremio's room, he motioned for Alen to lay the blond down. He went through the closet and pulled out cloth belts and handkerchiefs for binding.*

Alen: *He lay Gremio on the bed and took a step back.* Shouldn't we take his clothes off? *He whispered, nodding to the blond's direction.*

Gremio: *He didn't know what was happening. All he knew was that he was laid down somewhere and he could hear some silent sound... But that was it. He was feeling powerless, and getting more and more scared all the time. //Oh holy Guardian... what is... going to... happen to me...?//*

Grenseal: *He nodded, afraid to speak else Gremio might hear him. He approached with the binding materials in hand and quickly used one to blindfold the blond. He gagged him next, then twisted the lithe arms behind the back to bind them securely as well. He wished he could use ear plug or something, too, but he couldn't find anything suitable for that.* ............ *He tugged at Gremio's indoor slippers, throwing them to the floor.*

Alen: *He stripped the blond, throwing the clothes somewhere to the floor. He studied the bared form, grinning to himself, then leaned closer to Grenseal.* What now? Where should we start? *He whispered, his voice very quiet so that Gremio wouldn't hear him.*

Gremio: *He had no way to resist. When his clothes were removed, he thought his heart would stop beating. //Someone help me... They are going to...!// Tears filled his eyes under the blindfold, and his delicate body was shaking. He felt like he couldn't breathe...*

Grenseal: ........We'll pleasure him. See if he... *He trailed off, his sharp eyes narrowing at Gremio's trembling. If alcohol were not in his system, he would have gathered the blond into his arms and crooned to him reassurances. However, he took off his jacket, gloves, and shoes and got on the bed, yanking Gremio up and sit up against his chest. With just a look, he summoned Alen to the position before Gremio.*

Alen: *He nodded and took off some of his clothing as well, then sat down in front of the manservant. He placed his hand on the blond's thigh, caressing gently.*

Gremio: *Eyes closed, he tried to breathe. His heart was beating fast. He trembled, sobbing silently. //No... no... no... Someone... help me... Please...!!! ...Grenseal...// But the thought of his lover wasn't enough to take the fear away... and the panic made him ignore the gentle touch.*

Grenseal: *He wanted to know if Gremio would call out for him... but he'd have to do it carefully. Holding a hand over the blond's neck, fingers pressing lightly over the windpipe, he removed the gag. With a free hand, he probed directly downward to Gremio's lower abdomen, taking a hold of the limp member there.*

Alen: *He continued stroking the blond's thigh, smiling to Grenseal. He wasn't actually sure how far his friend was planning on taking this, but he was in the game. He lifted his other hand to the manservant's smooth chest, caressing gently.*

Gremio: *He could feel the touching now... It was meant to please him, but he didn't want it. He didn't want to be touched by anyone else than his lover. Besides, he was still panicked, and wasn't able to respond. He was so powerless... The only thing that kept him sane was the thought of the handsome knight holding him. //Gren...// Then, the gag was removed. He took a few deep breaths. He was still trembling... He would be able to speak now, but he somehow in his mind knew that screaming would be in vain. All he could whisper was...* ...Grenseal... please... help... me...

Grenseal: *He closed his fingers over Gremio's throat to cut off the whispers right there. To hear any more would make him reveal himself. He was almost trembling himself from guilt. Closing his eyes, he re-applied the gag to the lovely mouth and began stroking Gremio's member. He'd have to see a few other things before Alen and he would leave the blond alone... //...Will you react? What will you do when you see /me/ afterward?//*

Alen: *He gave Grenseal an inquiring look, not sure if he should continue. The other knight slightly nodded, so he guessed his friend was still going to try something. He slid his hand on the blond manservant's chest, stopping to caress one small nub.*

Gremio: *He shivered. The hands that caressed him... He was supposed to enjoy this, but he just couldn't. He didn't want to... Deep in his mind, he drifted off somewhere, where he was with Grenseal. //This is... just a bad dream... and when it ends, I'll wake up.// *

Grenseal: *He pressed his lips against Gremio's neck, sucking hard to leave a mark. He'd make a use of it later, when he met the blond as "himself". For now, he continued to toy with the warm flesh between his lover's legs, reaching forward with his left hand to catch Gremio's leg by the knee. Without mercy, he hefted it up, bent slightly to the side and out so that the porcelain extremity was exposed completely. He slid his right hand deeper into Gremio's crotch, covering the entire area as he worked to wring bodily reaction out.*

Alen: *He continued playing with the nub as it became hard under his fingers. His other hand was still caressing the blond's thigh, stroking gently. He was thinking a bit more clearly now, not feeling so drunk anymore. He looked at Grenseal again, his brown eyes asking "What next?"*

Gremio: *He wanted to cry, but it was useless. //Just a dream... I'll wake up next to Grenseal, and... he'll hold me and tell me it was a bad dream.// The thought of the knight had finally started to calm him. He rested back... and suddenly realized that ignoring the hands was impossible. //...!!!!// It was like his body had a mind of its own. Now that he wasn't panicked, he would react to the touch. It was actually a familiar touch, but unfortunately, his mind wasn't able recognize it. //Wh... Why...? No! No!! NO!!!!// He started squirming, trying to get away.*

Grenseal: *He pressed his lips against the slender neck and shoulder over and over, not leaving any more marks but suckling at the sensitive area at the nape and behind the ear. Noticing Alen's questioning look, he nudged Gremio's free leg to the side with his own knee, forcing the blond to lean back more and expose his hidden entrance clearly to Alen's view. Continuing to stroke the responding length in his hand, he mouthed silently to his friend.* //Pleasure him.//

Alen: *Silently, he nodded to the other knight. His hand continued the caress the nipple as he leaned closer to kiss the other nub. Softly, he slid his hand up the blond's tight to gently caress the sensitive areas between the blond's spread legs.*

Gremio: *He was shaking, but for different reasons now. His body was responding to the touch... but he didn't want to like this. He didn't want to be pleasured by anyone else than his lover. He squirmed some more, but the one who was holding him was too strong. //Please... stop... No... Aah... No...!!!//*

Grenseal: //...You are fighting, Gremio? Yes... that is good... but what is this?// *He meanly nicked at Gremio's tip with his thumb, sliding the ball of his finger against the precum welling at the opening. So much of their attention was showered upon the blond's crotch; he'd come relatively soon. Almost chuckling in a sick manner, Gren nibbled upon Gremio's earlobe.*

Alen: *He kissed the nub again, while his hand kept playing with the other one. He moved his hand a little further between the blond's legs, pressing his index finger against the small entrance gently.*

Gremio: //No!!!!!// *He turned his head away and wriggled, desperately trying to get away. He couldn't help it - his body did react... but it didn't mean that he wanted it. What he wanted was to get away. But that was impossible. And... the pleasure was too much... He didn't want to feel it, but trying to ignore it was in vain. His body was trembling... Frustrated, he kicked the air, as it if would help.*

Grenseal: *He restrained Gremio's one leg, holding it more snugly up to the side. As if to show the blond how futile it was, he drew his leg over his lover's free leg, entangling over the slender calf and forcing the limb to spread to the side. It was quite a site, looking over the shaking shoulder. Gremio was opened very wide, probably to the maximum of his flexibility. Running his tongue over the slight neckline, he began pressing the ball of his thumb against Gremio's tip in circular motion.*

Alen: *Carefully, he pushed his finger inside, ignoring the tightness. He moved his hand cautiously to avoid causing any pain to the blond. At the same time, he continued caressing the now hard nubs on the manservant's smooth chest, his fingers playing on the other one while nibbling the other gently with his teeth.*

Gremio: *So far, he had kept his eyes closed under the blindfold, but now he forced them open. Of course, he couldn't see a thing. //...!!!! No!!!// He writhed some more, almost unable to move. His body was filled with such a bliss... against his will.*

Grenseal: *He motioned for Alen to draw back a little and laid Gremio down to the sheets. He lay sprawled to his lover's side and slowly took the standing member into his mouth. Gremio tasted sweet...* //The taste of your bliss. Such sensitive body this is, my love.// *He suckled upon the throbbing sex, coaxing it closer and closer to release. Licking at his own index finger, he reached around the creamy thighs and inserted his own digit alonside Alen's. He sank it deep straight for the prostate, as if to guide his friend, too. Finding the smooth lining over the gland, he pushed upon it in small nudges.*

Alen: *He nodded to Grenseal, moving his finger along with his friend's. His other hand continued to caress the blond's chest, playing with the hard nipples.*

Gremio: *Even if he didn't have the blindfold, he would've not been able to see a thing. Tears blurred his vision completely. The tears of hate and joy. He hated himself... to enjoy a stranger's touch like this... //Ah... mmmmh... No...!! Aaagh...!// It was too much. Sobbing uncontrollably, he finally released.*

Grenseal: *He suckled the creamy release, not letting a drop escape his lips. With a small liquid sound, he sucked out the last of the nectar and began tonguing the softened member up and down. His finger was enbedded in the contracting flesh; wagering that Gremio could take a little more stretching, he drew the index finger out and reinserted it with middle finger. In sync with Alen, he pumped his digits into his lover. With his free hand, he unbuckled his pants and loosened the front folds, letting his member out.* I will take him... and we will be finished. *He mouthed to the dark-haired knight silently.*

Alen: *He nodded and moved a little farther away, now concentrating completely to caress the hard nubs on the blond's chest. He slid his hands on the smooth chest, while leaning back to watch what his friend was doing.*

Gremio: *He lay down on the bed, tired. From all that had happened, all he had felt, he presumed there were two men who had attacked him... And they were still touching him. //No... what more do you want? Please stop... What... more... Oh... /that/, of course... No, please no...// He sighed. //It's useless. So, they wanted to rape me. Well, they can do it. I don't care. When Grenseal finds out about all this... he'll never even look at me again.// He wept silently, just lying there numb.*

Grenseal: *He drew the limp legs into holds and positioned himself between Gremio's outspread thighs. Light scent of sex and pale, rose-tinted lower abdomen welcomed him as he did so. With a small grunt, he pressed against his lover and entered him smoothly, knowing that he was not /hurting/ the beautiful man. With slow pumping motion, he thrust deep into the loosened tract, physically stimulated by the act but his mind already upon how he would console his gentle lover later.*

Gremio: ... *He just lay there, not caring about what was happening. He didn't feel any pain, but nor did he feel anything else. His mind was closed, focusing on only one thing. //Grenseal... I'm... so sorry...// *

Grenseal: *He felt the lack of response. Like a string that had been severed, Gremio's body ceased to react to his thrusts. //......Gremio... you...// He stopped moving as well, his deep green eyes studying the tear-streaked face beneath the blindfold and the gag. He couldn't continue this. He withdrew from the prone body and fixed up his pants, looking at Alen. He leaned in close to his friend and whispered into his ear.* ...I have seen enough.

Alen: *He nodded to his friend. He got up, taking his cloak and other things.* Are we gonna leave now? *He whispered to the other knight.*

Grenseal: *He nodded to his friend. //.........// He couldn't bear to leave Gremio naked and bound on the bed, though. Returning to the blond, he drew him up into a sitting position and sharply struck him at the base of the head. That was enough to render the slender body unconscious; lying the lovely manservant down again, he pulled off the bindings and gags and clothed the man completely.* I'm sorry, love. *He murmured inaudibly and kissed the slightly parted lips before joining Alen by the door.* ...Thank you for lending me a hand. *He spoke hushedly as they left the mansion through the back.*

Gremio: *He barely noticed that the man who had been inside him was gone. He didn't care what happened next. A short time passed, then someone hit him. He welcomed the darkness that followed... only one thought left in his mind. //Grenseal...// *