Once we had all of the suits ready, we began the walk back to the farm. Damecus was walking ahead with Thomas and Keith. I’m really struggling to work out what is up with Damecus and Keith. Since the fort, the two of them have basically been inseparable. But all they do is bicker and argue… it’s just constant harassment from Keith followed by contempt and sarcasm from Damecus. Like… do they actually enjoy that dynamic? I find it beyond tiresome… and I’m only witnessing it.

  Kiyui is hanging back with me. It’s nice just having a walk with him… haven’t done that in a while. He is walking really close to me and we have our arms linked. It still baffles me that he is okay with displaying physical affection towards me when we are out in public. If I was courting me, I’d be doing my best to conceal that fact.

  I filled Kiyui in on everything that had happened up at the fort… and perhaps more importantly… what Lady Smythe had said to me when we returned. It is good to have some kind of vague plan as to how handle the situation should the Anubis Empire ever come looking for him.

  Then again… that deranged rabbit guy who keeps showing up serves Gustav doesn’t he? So surely, they already know that we were behind the attack on Prince Petri. Maybe that rabbit is Gustav’s way of getting revenge for the attack. But hang on… no… that can’t be right… he attacked me at the ball before we even planned the attack. Urgh… then what the hell is with that guy?

  Hang on… what was Kiyui doing at Madame Laurent’s? I hope he isn’t planning on going back to work there. He probably went to have sex with somebody who actually knows what they are doing… I mean… let’s face it… I’m not exactly an expert in that area. Am I seriously so awful that he’s considering returning to work as a prostitute?

  Oh… ya know what… just fucking ask him… if there is one thing that he has shown me, it’s that he is perfectly happy to just talk to me about things. I need to stop overthinking and just ask him.

  Why the fuck am I still thinking about this… just speak… use words… just fucking say it!

  Dwynfel: “So… umm… Kiyui.”

  Kiyui: “Yes?”

  Dwynfel: “What were you doing at Madame Laurent’s?”

  He turned to me with a massive smile on his face and one finger raised in the air.

  Kiyui: “Aha, well now, it’s all part of my plan.”

  Oh fuck… he has a plan that involves prostitutes… fuck… this better not involve me in any way.

  Dwynfel: “What plan?”

  Kiyui: “I’m glad you asked. Well, you know that story that Damecus told you?”

  Dwynfel: “The one about Nomius?”

  Kiyui: “Yeah, that’s it.”

  I am so confused… where the hell is he going with this?

  Dwynfel: “Okay… I’ll bite… what on earth does that story have to do with you going to a brothel?

  He started laughing and got, to be quite frank, rather more animated than I was expecting.

  Kiyui: “You see, when you told me about that story, it got me thinking about Nomius… and like, he’s been alone for a really long time.”

  Dwynfel: “No he hasn’t… he’s always around people. He spends roughly 99% of his time with the kids. I’d hardly say he's alone.”

  Kiyui: “Not alone like that, silly. I mean he’s single.”

  Dwynfel: “So? So is Damecus… so is Agaroth… why the interest in Nomius?”

  Kiyui: “Because those two are perfectly capable of finding their own partners. Nomius will just focus on the kids forever and not think about himself. So, my plan is to get him some action.”

  For the love of the gods… Nomius’ love life is absolutely none of our business.

  Dwynfel: “Why? He’s happy as he is.”

  Kiyui: “But he could be happier. And now that he knows that the guy who killed his ex is dead, I think he’ll be ready to move forward.”

  Dwynfel: “Kiyui… he literally just found that out. Don’t you think that maybe giving him a bit more time might be a good idea.”

  Kiyui: “That’s the beauty of this plan. We start it now and it builds over time.”

  My head fell into my hand… I despair sometimes… I really do. Why is he making long term plans?

  Dwynfel: “What do you mean it builds over time?”

  Kiyui: “Well, while you’ve been away, I’ve been talking to Nomius, to find out what his type is.”

  Dwynfel: “He’s only ever been with one guy… I don’t think he has a type.”

  Kiyui: “Let me finish. What I’ve learned is that he doesn’t really have a specific type…”

  Dwynfel: “I just said that…”

  Kiyui: “Quiet. But I did discover that he is versatile in the bedroom.”

  For fuck’s sake… here he goes with the terms that I don’t understand again.

  Dwynfel: “What do you mean by versatile? Like… he can knock up some shelves as well as well as dust the place? What the hell does that mean?”

  Kiyui: “Oh, you sweet little sheltered child. Versatile means that he is happy to be the top or the bottom.”

  Dwynfel: “Don’t know what those terms mean either.”

  Kiyui: “Really? Wow… umm… okay. So, when it comes to sex, I am 100% a bottom. I am the one who gets fucked. The idea of penetrating somebody else does not turn me on at all. Which kinda makes it difficult to do, because you need the rigidity for that activity. I mean, I have done it before, but I had to take a potion to make it rise first. But that was purely in a work context, I would never choose to do it for my own amusement.”

  I really… really wish that I had never asked.

  Kiyui: “You on the other hand are very much a top.”

  Dwynfel: “Am I?”

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  Kiyui: “Yes… you are the one who does the fucking. It turns you on, it gets you off, it’s why we fit so well together. Cause I am exclusively one and you are exclusively the other.”

  Dwynfel: “We don’t know that I’m exclusively a top.”

  Kiyui: “Well, do you want somebody to penetrate you?”

  Dwynfel: “In all honesty… I had never really thought about it until now.”

  Kiyui: “Exactly, I’ve been sticking things up myself for as long as I can remember. I am all about the anal play. That doesn’t mean to say that you are dead set against it. Maybe next time I’ll pop a finger up there and see how you react.”

  How would I react? I’ve never really explored that area of myself. My attentions have always been much more focussed on the front. I mean… I can’t imagine it being my thing… but I suppose I won’t know until I try it. But at the same time… the idea does make me squirm a bit. It probably isn’t for me.

  Dwynfel: “Yeah… you’re probably right… let’s not do that and stick to how things are.”

  Kiyui: “See… exclusive top. Anyway, Nomius and his ex used to switch it up. So, Nomius is fine with both.

  That is something that I could have gone to my grave without knowing.

  Dwynfel: “I fail to see what any of this has to do with this slow-build plan of yours.”

  Kiyui: “Well, I think I know some guys who would be perfect.”

  Dwynfel: “Guys… plural?”

  Kiyui: “Mm hmm.”

  Dwynfel: “I feel this is getting out of hand.”

  Kiyui: “Oh don’t be silly. Lizardmen have two penises after all… may as well use them both.”

  He’s insane… he’s completely insane.

  Kiyui: “Olly and Dolly, that I used to work with. They’d be great for him. They get a lot of business at Madame Laurent’s because of the twins angle.”

  Dwynfel: “They are twins? Seriously? And they work together… in a brothel?”

  Kiyui: “They aren’t actually twins. They aren’t even related. Not that it would matter if they were real twins… it isn’t like they could get each other pregnant or anything. They just look really similar. Olly wears some charmed earrings that change his hair and eye colour to match Dolly’s, but once the charm is active it is very difficult to tell them apart. Unless you know them well of course.”

  Dwynfel: “And you do?”

  Kiyui: “Damn right I do. Dolly is very slightly taller, which is why he normally stands in a slightly tilted way… helps maintain the illusion. Also, Olly’s penis is slightly thicker, Dolly is better with his tongue… oh and Dolly is deaf.”

  I mean… personally I would have led with the deaf thing… it’s not like I’m going to be able to quickly measure their penis girths to tell them apart in casual conversation… but you know… whatever.

  Kiyui: “That’s why he’s called Dolly. Their birth names are both Oliver. For years they were referred to as Olly and Deaf Olly. Which kinda got shrunk to Dolly.”

  Dwynfel: “And what exactly is it about these two that makes you think that they are perfect for Nomius? Other than the fact that there is two of them.”

  Kiyui: “They are both versatile for one, but mainly because they provide the perfect in…”

  Dwynfel: “What?”

  Kiyui: “Well, because Dolly is deaf, he kinda struggles to communicate and relies of Olly writing things down for him on a little blackboard that he carries around with him. He can kinda guess what people are saying by looking at their lips, but he struggles to keep track.”

  Dwynfel: “Sign language?”

  Kiyui put his hands on my shoulders and jumped and down with excitement.

  Kiyui: “Exactly. If Olly and Dolly knew sign language, they could dispense with the blackboard and it would make their lives much easier. So, we ask Nomius to teach them. Then, over time they’ll build a relationship and who knows, maybe things will escalate.”

  Dwynfel: “I think you are getting a little too excited about this plan. Sure… it will be great for the two of them to be able to sign… and I’m sure Nomius will be happy to help them. But why are you so sure that this is going to turn into some kind of romantic entanglement?”

  I don’t mean to be critical of his plan… but come on… I think expecting romance to blossom is a bit optimistic.

  Kiyui: “Because Nomius is such a big caring lovable guy. From Damecus’ story it is clear that he enjoys being with somebody that he can care for, somebody he can help and support. A lot of people are just after what they can get from relationships, Nomius however, seems to be all about the giving. So, I think that this is right up his street.”

  Dwynfel: “And what about them? In case you haven’t noticed… Nomius isn’t exactly your average guy in these parts. Are you sure these two will be into a lizardman of all things? Not to mention the size differential. I mean… what are these guys built like?”

  Kiyui gave me a quizzical look… as if he was baffled by my questioning.

  Kiyui: “What’s wrong with lizardmen?”

  Dwynfel: “Nothing… they just aren’t exactly common round here.”

  Kiyui: “Well, trust me. Olly and Dolly will be absolutely fine… you should see the size of some of the sex toys at Madame Laurent’s…”

  That statement does not boost my sexual confidence even remotely… I’m insecure about my size enough… please don’t bring up the obscenely large… items again… please.

  Kiyui: “…as for their builds, they are taller than me, but they wouldn’t be classified as tall. They are both skinny, scruffy brown hair… well, Olly is naturally blonde, but ya know, enchantment. Many people would classify them as twinks, both very flexible, and both very into guys bigger than them.”

  Fortunately, I do actually know what a twink is… even if I do only know because of Agaroth’s irritating tendency to assign nicknames to people.

  Dwynfel: “I suppose that bodes well.”

  Kiyui: “Exactly… and they both really enjoy bondage too. They’d love nothing more than to be tied up and used by some imposing invisible entity. It’s a match made in heaven.”

  Dwynfel: “Doesn’t the tying up and being used thing kinda contradict the whole caring nature that you mentioned earlier.”

  Kiyui: “Don’t be silly, Dwyn. Part of caring for somebody that you’re dating is finding what turns them on and doing it for them.”

  Dwynfel: “Kiyui… this plan is ridiculous.”

  Kiyui scowled at me.

  Kiyui: “Oh, don’t be so boring. It will totally work. I just need to introduce them. The guys are totally up for signing lessons. I just need the right moment to introduce Nomius to them.”

  Dwynfel: “Just don’t be too downhearted when this doesn’t end up the way you…”

  Suddenly Agaroth pulled up next to us on a horse. He must have been travelling at some speed because the dust from the road had been kicked up so much that I ended up coughing.

  Agaroth: “About fuckin’ time I caught up to you dumb cunts…”