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“Hey, watch it, man!”
“...”
Craig didn’t say anything as he walked through the crowded streets of Zaron. The smell of dirt and grime from the ground swirled around in the air. Women in extravagant dresses and jewels walked around without a care in the world. Men with fancy hats and dazzling watches on their wrists.
Jewels and valuables that Craig could and would easily steal from their pockets.
Craig walked into the small pawn shop. It was hidden away from the busy streets, tucked away in a small alleyway. A small bell rang out in the empty shop as Craig walked up to the owner. The owner of the shop was a young man much like himself with brown hair and eyes, one of which would always look in a different direction than the other.
“E-Evening Felds-s-spar.”
“Evening Jimmy,” Craig said. He took out the shiny watch he had stolen from the man he bumped into on the street. Jimmy eyed the watch and smiled.
“T-T-This will get you 200 rub-b-bies.”
Craig simply nods. He’s not a man of many words. “Works for me.” Craig took the money and was about to leave again when Jimmy stopped him.
“B-B-Be careful Feldsp–par. They’re lo-looking for you.”
Craig smirked. Of course, the Grand Wizard and his men were looking for him, he was the greatest thief in all of Zaron after all. He had gotten so well known on the streets even royals would hire him. Corruption was his best friend in this business. Still, no one seemed to know him, and at the same time, he was famous.
“Oh, you mean this?” He said, pulling out a ‘wanted’ flier from his satchel. It was a rough sketch of his face, which was almost covered with his scarf and hat.
“They haven’t found me yet. I’m having fun with this little game of hide n’ seek.”
“Hm, I guess. B-But you’re worth quite a lot…”
“...You wouldn’t. Jimmy. I will walk out and make it home safe, right?”
Jimmy didn’t say anything for a bit. Craig knew that there was a bounty on his head, but he had never stopped to think that one of his own friends would be willing to turn him in for money.
“ I wouldn’t. B-But someone else might…I’m just s-s-saying Feldspar. I’ve seen police knocking on d-d-doors.”
Craig frowned and walked out of the shop without saying another word. The police were not going to find him. They would just get really close to finding him before Craig would just run off to another province in Zaron.
But where would he go now? The Grand Wizard had found him out now…and he had already run away from the other provinces of the kingdom.
That’s when Craig froze and realized. He was now wanted. Everywhere.
There was nowhere else he could run to in his home country. Craig unlocked the door to his crusty apartment in the shitty part of town. There was a hole in his roof big enough to see the stars and he would hang his laundry on some string that hung from his balcony.
Craig didn’t mind the apartment. It wasn’t the best, but it was home. Would he miss this place when he would eventually run away again? Maybe, but he was used to it. He was used to making friends and then leaving, never getting to know them too well; afraid of becoming too attached to the point he wouldn’t be able to leave.
The only friend he was leaving this time was Clyde, and Jimmy if he was even his friend still. Clyde was such a softie, too nice for his own good. He used to think Craig was a poor farmer's boy trying to make it in the big city but soon found out that he was just fine on his own.
Craig sighed and sat down on the makeshift bed on the ground. He picked up a pen and paper and started writing his goodbyes.
Dear Clyde and Jimmy,
I’m sorry to tell you this via letter, but I’m leaving the human faction. The police and Grad Wizard had been on my tail and there is nowhere here where I am not wanted for thievery. Usually, I wouldn’t care about some guards, but I have a mighty bounty on my head and I’ve been warned that I might be turned in any minute now.
I’ll be headed to the only place where I’m not wanted. The Elven Kingdom. I’ll live on the outskirts as a simple man and live without the police chasing my ass down.
Your friend,
Feldspar the thief
Craig went to sleep that night with many regrets and worries. To get to the Elven Kingdom he would either have to pass through barbarian territory or the Dark Kingdom. Craig prefers the first option.
Besides, what are a few barbarians gonna do? Sure they’re huge, rough, tough, mean, heartless, wild, and well, barbaric, if Craig can avoid them for a couple of days he should be fine. Most of them are gone anyways. Burned away in a fire or just slowly shrunk as more people started hunting them for their blood.
Leaving the Grad Wizard’s kingdom was easy. No one cares if anyone leaves. Craig simply climbed passed the pathetic little wall between Zarron and the Deep Forest. Craig gulped.
He was nervous, so what? Anyone in his situation would be nervous. The first day in the forest was a breeze. Craig easily walked through the forest without making much noise. A skill he gained from years of stealing.
He made a small bonfire, went to sleep, and kept going the next day. He was shocked to find a few of his ‘wanted’ posters on a tree or two as he went on.
During his second day though, he couldn’t shake the feeling of something watching him. Craig stopped and looked behind him, but saw nothing. Just to make himself feel better he flipped off the air around him and kept going.
“What the hell is wrong with this forest?” He said to himself. So far what he had seen hadn’t been too odd, but the deeper he went into the Deep Forest the weirder things got. Talking flowers, large beasts, glowing fishes, everything except a barbarian.
“Guess I was worried over nothing…”
“Over nothing! Over nothing!” Repeated the flowers.
Craig rolled his eyes and looked down at the blue flowers staring up at him. They had been following him since this morning. Taunting him and trying to distract him from his journey. Craig flipped them off and frowned.
“Oh, shut up will you?”
“Will you? Will you?”
“Look here you damn- Ah!”
Craig was suddenly pushed down to the hard, cold ground as a heavy weight was on his chest. Craig felt dizzy and his vision was fuzzy. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up to see his attacker, but only came face to face with his own image.
His ‘wanted’ poster to be exact.
He could hear the flowers giggle around him. Craig was more surprised that they didn’t run away like normal when another creature popped out. The amount of weight on his hips though told him that it was a human holding him down.
“What the…”
“Feldspar the thief…funny seeing you in barbarian territory. 5000 bounty, wow!”
Craig glared at the person behind the flier. He didn’t think his face would get all the way to the Deep Forest, but he suppose it was still part of the human faction. The person holding up the flier moved it out of the way to reveal their face.
“Good thing Barbarians have no use for money.”
Craig stared up at the barbarian before him. He had wild, blonde messy hair and bright green eyes. A straight nose with faint freckles dotted across and a sharp jawline. He had black war paint going from his cheek to his left eye and more lines across his bare torso.
Unlike the tall tales Craig had heard, this barbarian wasn’t large, bulky, or even ugly. Quite the opposite in fact. The man had lean muscle over his body and was quite slim and seemed smaller than Craig by a head.
Craig felt his face heat up as he let his eye wander. The blond had a slim waist that Craig bet he could completely engulf with his hands, and the strong thighs at his side would twitch and squeeze him harder before relaxing again. The barbarian's body heat seemed unnaturally high- or maybe that was just Craig's body starting to sweat from under his clothes as he became more and more flustered at the situation at hand.
The added weight on his hips as the barbarian adjusted himself made Craig want to squirm and push on all at the same time.
“Who the hell are you? And what do you want?” Craig exclaimed. He moved his hands up to grab at the barbarian but was stopped when he felt cool steel against his neck. The playful smirk that had been on the blonde’s face had disappeared and turned into a frown.
“Don’t. Move. I don’t know what you’re doing here, Feldspar. But if you don’t want the police to finally catch you, I’d say to keep your hands to yourself.”
Craig in fact did not want to keep his hands to himself. He wanted to strangle this barbarian and make a run for it. He wanted to show him that Feldspar was not someone to make a fool of. Craig wanted to grab him, manhandle the blond, and toss him around until he sobbed and apologized for getting in Craig's way.
The blonde then started searching Craig for any weapons, pulling out his dagger from his pocket. The flowers had come closer now and had even started to help the blonde. The blond's hands were rough and brushing up against every part of him.
“What the hell are you doing?! Let me go!” Craig bucked his hips up in an attempt to try to get the blonde off but that only made things worse. Craig could feel heat begin to pool in his lower areas, and he could feel the pressure of the blade increase on his neck as well.
“You’re wanted even in the Elven kingdom, you know?”
“...Huh?”
“That’s why you came here right? To get away? No one ever comes here unless they’re trying to escape. And someone like you has no right trespassing these woods. What do you plan on doing, huh?! Are you going to kill me? Sell the last barbarian?! Burn my home?!”
Craig frowned and laid his hands at his sides, not daring to move.
"What? No! Look blondie, just let me go or else I'll force you to let me go."
The blonde raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't call me 'blondie,' my name is Tweek. And how are you going to do that unarmed?"
Craig smirked. Bingo. The blonde had fallen right into his trap. Craig was well aware of the fact that he was quite good-looking and he was more than willing to use that to his advantage with someone who had just happen to fall into his lap. Literally.
"I have more ways than one to make people submit."
Craig roughly grasped the barbarian's hips with his hands and ground up on him, causing the friction in his own pants to increase. He grunted a little and was slightly starting to regret his plan after seeing that it was affecting him more than Tweek.
"W-Wha! What are you doing?!"
Craig smirked and continued to slowly stimulate Tweek.
Craig kept a close watch on the blonde. He hadn't dropped the dagger yet, but he did seem to have weakened the grip he had on it. Mostly out of confusion and embarrassment. The blonde's face was growing red and flustered as Craig went on. He would try to pushed away but could only use one hand at the time. That, and Craig could see the barbarian slowly become pliant and moldable
"W-What witchcraft are you using? A-Are you -ah!- using magic?"
Craig let his smirk fall for a minute and just stared at Tweek. He seemed confused and overwhelmed, but Craig could already see a bulge start to form in his pants too. He could feel the blond try to squeeze his legs shut even though Craig was currently in the middle. It made no sense why the barbarian was confused.
Then it clicked. This is what you get when you try to stimulate someone who grew up in the forest. Someone who had probably never seen anyone their age for years- or ever. This boy- Tweek, had probably never been touched like this before.
Oh, this was going to be too easy to get away with.
Craig turned towards the flowers that had been bugging him all day. They had been standing to the side quietly, only snickering sometimes, but they flinched away when Craig glared at them.
"Shoo, I'm about to fuck Tweek's brains out."
"Huh?!"
"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing…necessarily."
Just when Tweek was about to open his mouth to ask what Feldspar had meant by that, he was cut off by his own gasp. He looked down to see a tan and large hand wrapped around his member. Tweak had now dropped his dagger and was using his hands now to try and pull Feldspar's hand away. Craig would lightly squeeze him and cause the blond to yelp and stop trying to pull his hand away.
Craig took hold of the pale hand and wrapped it around the blonde's cock.
"Stroke yourself."
Craig then started to move the blonde's hand up and down the shaft until Tweek seemed to be doing it on his own.
"Ah! Wh-ahh~"
"Nice...just like that," He said. He'll talk him through this, and if that doesn't work, then he'll just force him.
Craig watched as Tweek withered away at his touch. If Craig had wanted to, he could have run away by now, but for some reason, he liked being able to make the blonde shiver and moan.
It's not every day you meet a hot blonde in the forest that willingly straddles your hips. And Craig was going to show the innocent barbarian (well, as innocent as a barbarian can be) to not underestimate him in any field.
Sticking two fingers in his mouth, Craig began to coat them in spit. When he deemed it good enough, he lowered Tweek's pants to his thigh and carefully poked at his entrance with one of his fingers.The feeling sent both a shiver and a small gasp from Tweek. The blonde seemed to snap out of whatever sex trance he was in and grabbed Feldspar's black hair from under that stupid hat.
"W-Why are you touching me like this? Who are you?" Tweak asked with hooded eyes.
Craig froze at this question. Why was he touching a stranger like this? He had never done so before, so why now, and why Tweek? He would unusually just get off to the other person and leave. A simple handjob or head would always do. Never going all the way, because that was too intimate for Craig. Too close and too vulnerable.
"You know who I am. I'm Feldspar-"
"-No. Your real name. Who are you really? There's no way that's your real name. Barbarians can tell when people are lying."
Tweek and Craig stared at each other, both of them out of breath for what seemed like a century. Craig felt a warmth spread through his chest as he looked at those emerald eyes. And Craig felt like he could trust those green eyes.
"Craig…"
"...Craig…I like that name a lot more than Feldspar." Tweek giggled a little.
Craig smiled a little and looked down at the blonde. He noticed that the dagger was on the floor and that he had stopped touching himself. Craig frowned a bit at that and pulled Tweek in closer and whispered in his ear, "Keep going, it'll ease the pain
Tweek quietly moaned in Craig's ear as he started stroking himself again. Craig pushed the first finger in and muffled Tweek's yelp with a kiss. Craig had never kissed a one-night stand. So, he supposed that whatever connection he suddenly felt for the blonde would last more than just sex in the woods.
"Ha…add- add another," Tweek said as he briefly broke the kiss for air.
Craig smiled against their lips and did as told; glad that the blond was finally reciprocating and asking for more on his own accord. Tweek could feel the stretch, but after a few pumps the pleasure came too. His legs had started shaking around Craig, and his face was red with both embarrassment and lust.
"Do you think you're ready?"
"Nng! F-For what?"
"For more?"
"There's more?! Ah! Mmm-"
Craig cut off the blonde's questions with a kiss as he pulled his own cock out. Craig let a small gasp out at the cold air hitting him. He coated his hand in spit and stroked himself. Mixing the spit with his pre-cum until he could feel both Tweek and himself grow impatient.
Craig positioned himself and slammed into the blonde's ass until bottoming out, not even putting it in slowly, he couldn't wait anymore. He couldn't. The loud scream that ripped him the blond above him went straight to his cock. A part of him still wanted to manhandle him and teach the barbarian a lesson.
"Whaa- C-Craig!"
"God…you're so fucking tight…ah..."
Craig grabbed Tweek's hips again and started to slowly move him up and down. Patience was key with this. Tweek was already feeling dizzy with pleasure. His face was as red as a rose and he could feel sweat rolling down his collarbone. Craig leaned up and licked Tweek's collarbone, from the small dip in the middle of his chest all the way to his shoulder. Tweek whimpered at the action and choked up on his moans. The stimulation of both his hand and Craig was too much. Tweek began to feel a knot form at the bottom of his stomach.
"C-Craig, Craig! Haa...Nng!- I'm close- ahh!"
Craig placed a hand on Tweek's slit and pressed down to keep him from cumming. He knew the blonde was close and he was going to make this last as long as possible. This wasn't going to end without Craig being satisfied first.
"N-Noo! Please Craig! Please! Ah!" Tweek's voice cracked at the end of his cry.
"N-Not yet," He said, his own voice threatening to give away just how badly he was really being effected.
Craig grabbed onto Tweek's waist and left arm and flipped him over easily. Tweek yelped as he roughly landed on the grass below him and let Craig bend and push his body however he wanted. He placed Tweek's legs on his shoulders and was actually shocked to see how flexible the blonde was as he leaned forward toward's his face; Tweek taking him in all over again.
Tears ran down Tweek's pretty face as he clawed at Craig's back, leaving angry red marks behind. It seemed to be too much and yet not enough at the same time. Tweek could feel Craig lean down and kiss him. The moans and groans of the two mixing together, their breath intermingling.
"You feel so good, honey. Sooo good~"
Craig picked up the pace and practically bent Tweek over in half. He wasn't being mean. He was just trying to find that special spot that would make the blonde go crazy. He wanted to make a mess of the barbarian.
"S-Slow down! I- ah! I CAN'T!! CRAIG!!"
Bingo. Craig smirked as he continued to abuse the bundle of nerves, the blonde's uncontrollable moans pushing him towards the edge. Craig felt himself grow inside of Tweek as he watched the amount of tears falling down his face grow and his chest rapidly move up and down with each moan and shout.
"F-Fuck…Tweek! Tweek!! Oh god-"
Tweek came all over their stomachs without Craig's hand to stop him this time. He felt the string inside his stomach snap as a wave of pleasure violated his very being. A silent scream ripped from him as his vision went white. He was sure that the tears were still flowing and that he had drool running down his chin from all the messy kisses he and Craig had shared.
Craig felt the blonde's walls tighten around him, squeezing him uncontrollably. With a loud and shameless moan from his part he came inside Tweek and Craig swore he saw stars.
He pulled out of the blonde's sensitive hole and collapsed on the forest floor next to him. Panting and trying to catch his breath Craig looked over at the barbarian. He could see Tweek buck his hips and twitch every so often from the overstimulation. Craig could see his seed pooling around Tweek. Craig flushed a bit at this, but a feeling of possession swept over him knowing that he had placed his mark somewhere where no one would know but himself.
"How…how are you feeling…?"
The blonde turned his head to face Craig and gave him a weak smile.
"Haa…I feel…I feel like that was a stupid escape plan."
"Haha…yeah, you're right, because now I don't want to leave."
Tweek looked over at Craig with wide eyes.
"You- You don't have to. You can stay here…in the forest with me…The police would never find you here, and besides, it gets too lonely in the forest."
Craig smiled and pulled Tweek in closer, flushed against his chest.
"Yeah, I think I'd like that."
Craig was so fucked, but so was Tweek. Both of them knew that this was not a one time thing. And both of them knew that their feelings would grow beyond just sexual desire. And both of them secretly loved that.