Derik's Luck 38

From TSade

[edit] Just a Shirt

After the tears dried, Kerlis left him to find Rick and get him home. Derik sat there for a long time, then snatched a bottle and padded out of the room. No one paid him any attention to what looked like a barely dressed women walking down the hall with a bottle in her hand. He slipped out the side door and stood at the street, ignoring the guard that watched him.

Popping the top, he took a swig of the vodka and felt it burning down his throat. Making a face, he realized he didn’t care for it anymore.

“Aw, fuck.”

Handing it to the guard, he turned around until he oriented himself by spotting flag over the baron’s place. Carefully stepping over the curb, he fled the brothel and the men within.

It wasn’t until he got four blocks before he realized he only had a dress and nothing else on. In his hand, he had four small gems but no usable money for a carriage or anything else.

A tear burned at his face but he kept pushing through the crowds with a dogged attempt to return to the one place that made him happy: the baron’s harem. He avoided the roofs but he considered it. The idea of the nails and tar and garbage that always gathered on his preferred method of travel stopped him. He stole a pair of shoes, then put them back when he thought about Madre’s expression when he came back.

Still barefoot, he worked his way into the merchant area. In the middle of the day, there were large crowds and he fought the urge to pick their pockets as he was shoved aside with glares and elbows.

He passed a shop and the smell of spices sent a rumbling in his empty stomach. Slowing to a halt, he backed up to stare into the glass of the place Tornsin took him. It felt like years ago as he licked his lips. He could still taste them and remember the guard’s laughter.

Three days. Three days with only beatings and cum for food. He grinned and focused on his reflection.

Clicking his tongue like Kerlis, he reached up and ran his fingers through the long black strands, working them back behind his ear and using a bit of spit to wipe a smudge from his face. On the other side, the baker caught sight of him and gave him a glare and a gesture to move away. Derik focused back on his reflection and saw what he did, a common whore in nothing but a dress.

And a man watching him.

He gulped as he turned away. Peeking at the reflection, he focused on the guy, then frowned as he realized it was a familiar face. It took him a second to place it.

Gaol. A common mugger and rapist. He focused on the bottom rungs of society, but only rarely went into the merchant areas. Derik flushed, then realized he looked exactly like Goal’s mark: looking like a female, alone, and poor enough to do anything to save his life.

“Aw, fuck.”

Derik looked around as he stepped away from the spiced muffin shop. He spotted an alley some streets ahead and another beyond it. Glancing around, he considered the roof again.

Slipping through the crowd, he ducked his head and ran for the second alley. He heard yelps behind him and he redoubled his speed, his bare feet slapping against stone.

Passing the first alley, he spotted one of Gaol’s friends standing there, waiting. There was a flash of movement and soon he had two men on him. Biting his lip, he ducked into the second alley, ready to scramble up the first ledge he found.

And rammed right into the chest of Gaol’s other friend. He helped as he plummeted to the ground, ripping his dress. Scrambling to his feet, he spun to flee, but Gaol and the other mugger stood in the alley.

“Where you going, my pretty?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Gaol grinned and stepped forward. Derik backed up as the mugger pulled out a short dagger and ran it along his palm. The man behind him just backed away, drawing him deeper into the alley. Gaol grinned even more as he drawled slowly.

“Oh, I’m thinking we are going to do a bit of that.”

“Fuck, Gaol, I’m not in the mood.”

Gaol stopped with a confused look on his face.

“Do I know you, my pretty?”

Blushing, Derik nodded, “It’s me, Derik.”

Gaol peered at him, then the grin grew bigger.

“When you get the tits, pretty?”

Derik pressed one arm against his breasts, then jerked as the man behind him ran his hand up his thigh to grope them.

“Damn it, just let me go.”

“Oh, not sure I want to do that, pretty. Rick has a bounty on your head, you know. Anyone who can get you away from the baron, oh, and a hundred thou can go a long way.”

His ice ran cold as he stared at the knife. Gaol chuckled and hands grabbed him from behind. He screamed out as he felt his wrists being squeezed. Gaol didn’t let go of the knife as he covered the distance to Derik and ran one lustful hand along his thigh. Derik shuddered with revulsion and the twisting feeling in his gut. Gaol grabbed one breast painfully.

“Now, he didn’t say anything about being unspoiled, you know.”

“I’m a fucking guy, damn it.”

“You always had a pretty mouth and my friends here don’t care what hole they use.”

Derik shuddered and opened his hands, letting the gems falls from his palm to the ground. Gaol caught one of them, then knelt down in front of Derik to grab the other. Derik closed his eyes for a moment, then lashed out with his foot. It caught Gaol but it wasn’t enough to push him back more than a foot. Derik kicked behind him, connecting to the man’s knee, but it felt like kicking a wall.

Behind him, the guy yanked his arms up above his head and slammed a knee into Derik’s back, arching his back as Gaol stood up.

“Oh, that was a mistake, pretty.”

Derik cried as he lashed out again. This time, Gaol grabbed his and twisted until Derik screamed out again. Releasing it, Gaol slapped Derik once and then grabbed the collar of the white dress.

“This time, there won’t be any baron to save you.”

The knife flash and Derik screamed as he felt Goal cutting open his dress, tearing it as he did and exposing Derik’s naked body. He felt the moist air against his nipples, breasts, and manhood.

Gaol looked down at Derik. He had a mixture of lust and disgust on his face.

“Hate the dick, love the tits. Well, can’t have everything.”

Derik screamed as they dragged him further into the alley. His hair thrashed in all directions as he lashed out, but missed his rapists. Gaol worked the belt around his pants and chuckled.

“Going to enjo-”

The word hung in Gaol’s throat as a strange look went across his face. Derik whimpered as he look, then saw a crimson blade shove out through his chest. A muted gurgling noise rose up as bubbled formed in Gaol’s lips, then the thief collapsed to the ground.

Derik gasped as Tornsin stepped back, his long sword dripping with blood. He glared at the next thief.

“I believe that is one of the baron’s women.”

Tornsin didn’t have armor, just a white, button-down shirt, and trousers. But there was no mistaking the sword nor the baron’s symbol he wore around his neck.

The thief not holding Derik whipped out a dagger and slashed at Tornsin. The guard stepped back and swung low, only to be parried by a second dagger. Derik trembled, then screamed as the man holding him flung him around and threw him down the alley. Stones cut at Derik’s bare feet as he rolled to his feet and came up with the rapist’s dagger in his own hand.

The larger man who held him looked in surprise, then down at the empty sheath at his waist. He chuckled and drew a sword from the other side.

“Come on, pretty, Ersto will handle the guard and I’ll make sure you never sing again,” he growled.

Derik backed up further, then felt the hard wall of the dead-end alley against his back. Looking around, he tried to find a place to climb, but couldn’t find any. Turning back, he saw a flash of steel and dodged out of the way. The dagger felt heavy in his hand as the thief slashed into the wall and chips of stone flew in all directions.

Down the alley, Derik saw Tornsin fighting with Ersto, blades whistling through the air as they grunted. He returned his gaze to his own attacker in time to see the backhand coming toward his face. He ducked under it and started to stab with the dagger.

His promise stopped him and he hesitated, unable to attack. The thief had no such compulsions and punched him in the stomach. Folding over, Derik rolled backwards and felt the dress tearing off his right shoulder. He whimpered as he scrambled back, crawling through the garbage and muck.

The thief towered over him, jagged blade rising up. Derik closed his eyes, unable to fight back.

His world shook violent as a pain caught him along the shoulder. He screamed and flung back. His eyes snapped open to see the thief collapsing to the ground with a broken stones showering from his head. His hand flung to yank out a small shard of stone that pierced his skin. Trembling, he looked back to see Tornsin stalking down the alley, blade dripping with blood and two dead rapists behind him.

He couldn’t look away when the guard slammed the entire length of his blade into the third man’s chest, twisting it hard before pulling it out. The wet sucking noise sickened Derik and he sobbed, clutching his breasts as he pushed away.

Tornsin looked at him, breathing heavily. He started to say something, then his eyes flickered down. Derik blushed then felt a welling of despair as he realized that Tornsin focused on his manhood. Trembling, he pressed one hand against to hide it.

The guard swallowed with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Y-You’re a guy?”

The surprised voice echoed around Derik and the thief trembled, tears running down his cheeks as he curled his fingers around himself, suddenly wishing it was a pussy that he protected. Tornsin let out a long, shuddering sigh before reaching down to clean his blade on the clothes of the rapist. With a flick, he sheathed his blade and sighed again, a sad look in his eyes.

Derik sniffed, his stomach twisting violently as he looked up at the guard and only saw rejection in his face.

Tornsin surprised him when he held out his hand.

“Come on.”

Shaking, Derik took the hand and used it to stand up. He clutched the remains of his dress around him, trying to cover up his sex. Tornsin watched him for a second, saying nothing but his eyes burned along Derik’s skin.

“Hold on,” he said in a softer voice.

Derik looked up to see him unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open to reveal a powerful chest with a dusting of hair. He slipped it off and then held it out to Derik. Derik blushed and turned away from him, pulling off the dress and slipping on his shirt. He breathed in the smell of sweat and musk, an intoxicating scent that felt like it would fade as soon as he exhaled. Holding his breath, he buttoned up the shirt but had to finally release it. Turning around, he sniffed and felt just as naked from the shame.

“I-I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“Does the baron know?”

“No.”

“Madre?”

Derik responded in a whisper, “Yes.”

Turning around, he looked down at the shirt. It hung loosely on him, brushing his mid-thighs with the length and tenting over the twin peaks of his breasts. He burned with the humiliation and the shame of finally being revealed to one of the few men he felt some attraction for.

Tornsin looked up from the body of the rapist and pocketed their identification. He spoke in a curt, almost impersonal, voice.

“I need to report this, but I can do it at the castle. My duty now is to get you to safety.”

Derik’s lip trembled as Tornsin guided him out of the alley. He flagged down a guard with a whistle, then gave short instructions before bustling Derik down the street. They cut through a park to head toward one of the carriage places in the city.

As they followed the beaten path, Derik swallowed.

“T-Thank you.”

“For?”

“Coming for me. How did Madre know?”

Tornsin slowed down and sighed angrily, “Damn it.”

Derik looked around for someone attacking.

“What!?”

Tornsin blushed and shook his head.

“No, nothing. I... Madre didn’t send me, I was doing personal errands, actually.”

He felt a profound sense of relief at his words and couldn’t figure out why.

“Oh.”

“I,” Tornsin swallowed before speaking, “I was in the perfume shop. To, um, get... you... something.”

Derik’s mouth opened in surprise and he looked at the blushing guard. His hands clenched at the shirt as Tornsin fumbled with his pouch. He pulled it open and handed Derik a small box.

“I couldn’t find that stuff, um, Apple Orgasm. But the lady said that this would be a nicer match.”

Staring at him for a second and feeling a flush burning his cheeks, he opened the box and pulled out a crystalline vial. It was a perfume named Apple’s Summer Love. His hands trembling, he spritzed a small amount on his wrist and breathed it in. The scent of it, jasmine and apples, sent a tiny shiver down his spine and he looked up with even more shock, unable to breath.

Tornsin blushed even hotter.

“You, um, were the first woman I was ever attracted to.”

Derik ducked his head, “I’m sorry.”

Tornsin chuckled dryly, “I just left the shop when I saw you running down the street. Then I saw that guy chasing you and, well, I knew you were in trouble. I mean, I knew you were when Madre told me what happened, but then you were there.”

Bashfully, Derik smiled.

“T-Thank you.”

They walked together through the park, listening to the birds. Derik held the bottle tightly, unwilling to let it go as he walked next to Tornsin. They reached near the end with Derik spoke again.

“I’m sorry I’m not a woman. I didn’t want to ruin your first time.”

Tornsin chuckled, “I never said you were the first person I was attracted to, you were just the first woman.”

Derik froze and Tornsin walked a few steps before stopping. He turned around. Derik swallowed as the heat rose.

“What?”

Tornsin sighed before he answered.

“I thought I was going straight for you, Dora.”

“Y-You’re gay!?”

Scratching his head, he chuckled.

“Yeah. I guess I saw something special about you. Guess I did. Mom will be disappointed though, she always hoped I’d find some nice girl.”

Derik clutched the perfume bottle.

“You mean?”

Tornsin walked back to him.

“I mean a lot of things, and, well this probably isn’t the best time to ask. But I would be honored if you were to go out to dinner with me some time. You know, like Madre suggested.”

Happy tears splashed on Derik’s cheeks.

“I-I would love to.”

He held out his hand and Derik took it. He pulled her close and slid an arm around Derik’s waist, holding him firmly as they headed toward the carriage. Derik couldn’t talk, feeling a strange sense of elation, like the wave of pleasure after being struck, and he rode it.

At the palace, they got out at the first. Derik looked at the shirt and saw that the cut in his shoulder soaked through the fabric. He blushed as he pointed it out.

“I-I’m sorry, I ruined your shirt.”

Tornsin stood next to him and shrugged.

“It’s just a shirt.”

Derik looked up at him, then shook his head.

“No, it will never be just a shirt.”

Before the guard could respond, he reached up with both arms and wrapped them around his neck. Pulling him tight, he brought his lips up to Tornsin’s and kissed him. Tornsin gasped, then opened his mouth as they embraced in front of the baron’s palace. Derik could feel the eyes of the other guards and servants on him, but he realized he didn’t care anymore. He felt safer than he ever felt before. When Tornsin slipped his hand around to press one palm against his back and the other on his hip, he felt like his heart would burst.