rain

The rain had let up a little but not enough for him not to get soaked without an umbrella. He just had to decide to go to the red-light district today, didn't he? Ah, he supposed this was a blessing in disguise - hidden by the number of people scrambling for shelter, the number of people hidden behind their umbrellas, he supposed no one would take a second look at him. He supposed he could find some other form of entertainment. No use crying over this.

He'd turned away from the district, about to leave to make his way back to the more 'proper' areas of Nova Athenis when a figure caught his attention - soaked yet seemingly uncaring about his surroundings. He wasn't sure what it was about them, but there was something strangely familiar. Curiosity got the better of him, Cecil taking a few steps closer, keeping his umbrella overhead. The wind was strong and the rain cold, surely they must be freezing.

"Excuse me," he'd called out, and the closer he got to the person, the more familiar they seemed, and the more he thought 'Ah, pretty'. Even despite the rain, they were pretty, the water dripping down their face and clothes and hair, but it was a certain aura from the stranger that drew Cecil to them. He wasn't sure if it was interest or just curiosity, but he neared them, anyway, moving the umbrella he held to cover the both of them, a hand on the smaller one's shoulder. His touch was soft, and his smile gentle, peering at the figure. "Are you alright?"

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She seemed young - much, much younger than he was, those eyes looking at him in a way Cecil wasn't quite sure meant. Actually, Cecil didn't know what the younger one was thinking at all, from the way she blinked at him, the way she looked at him. Cecil could usually tell, and usually reacted in response to that, but with this girl, he didn't know. Wouldn't she be suspicious? was his first thought. He was sure he looked older, his glasses probably not helping at all to make him seem younger - not even close to being as young as her.

"You don't look fine at all." He kept his voice gentle but loud enough to be heard over the rain, a reassuring smile on his face as he tried to guide the girl to shelter, his hand on her shoulders. She was soaked. How old was she, to be wandering around in these parts? Probably no older than his --

"Aren't you a student of mine?" he asked, leaning in slightly to take a better look of her, the surprise on his face before he gave another smile. "I'm pretty sure you're in one of my classes. Forgive me if I'm wrong, though."

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He wasn't unfazed by the comment, instead he frowned at the shiver he could feel. "Whatever the case, it would still be best if you're out of the cold, hm?" Cecil looked around, trying to find a much more decent place. His own house was too far, and he wasn't that familiar with this area, either.

Still, he walked on - and only up ahead noticed the sign of a motel. He led his student there, keeping the umbrella above her. "No, I'm sure you are. The more I think about it, the more I know I've seen you in my classes before," he spoke, trying to keep his voice friendly, trying to ignore the excited little voice in his head reminding him how he was leading a student to a motel, before they were eventually by the entrance.

When he started coughing harder than he did earlier, Cecil was a little taken aback, only then remembering he actually had a coat on. He took off his coat (while trying to keep the umbrella above them), before dumping it over the student's head. "Here, try to keep warm," he said, before leading her inside, moving over to get a key and a room for the night.

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The guy handing him his key didn't even bother looking at either of them twice. This was a common sight here, wasn't it? It suddenly dawned on him how much he could get away with here. Taking a glance at the girl beside him, he didn't let his mind wander off further - too dangerous, but even then, he stepped towards her, placing a hand on the small of her back as he led her to their room.

It was small and dark, just like the rest of the building - the lighting dim and the furniture sparse. Well, it was obvious what people came here for, judging by the bed in the middle. Looking back at the girl, his hand still on her back, he pointed to a door by the side. "You should take a shower. We don't have extra clothes, though, so you can use my coat for now."

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Cecil found himself making no move to protest when she started stripping (in fact, he was looking at her much more intently than before) - and only then realized why she was so nonchalant about it. Or rather, he should say he. It was too unfair to call him a he. Actually, he should have paid more attention to that earlier rather than just his pretty face.

But even now, as his eyes followed the girl's - boy's figure, he found he didn't mind. He found his eyes lingering at the expanse of skin being shown to him, just until the door was shut. Ah well. He always knew there was something a bit wrong with him, this probably shouldn't be a surprise. Picking up her - his wet clothes, he moved to hang them near the window, noting how the rain wasn't letting up any time soon.

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As soon as he heard the door open, Cecil turned his head, seeing the boy step out with only a towel on. He really was so defenseless. "You shouldn't just walk around like that," he'd said, keeping his eyes on him, noting now how flat his chest was. Yes, he definitely had to be a boy, who didn't even seem to pay him much mind, simply hopping onto a side of the bed.

With a sigh, Cecil moved over to the opposite side, scooting closer towards the younger boy. He really was so small (compared to him)... and so thin. "You're too defenseless," he said, reaching over to push away the strands of hair on the boy's face, noting how he seemed to be slipping off to sleep. "Be careful or old men are going to eat you up." His hands moved down to the boy's cheeks as if petting him. Ah, there was definitely something wrong with him (and not including what he already knew). Why was he so attracted to this boy? "Ah, well, I'm not going to do anything, so go ahead and sleep well~"

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It was sick how his eyes gleamed at the sight of the young boy leaning into his touch, getting excited at the positive reaction. Like a cat, where his first thoughts as his fingers moved down to cup his chin, his thumb rubbing against the boy's soft lips. It was strange, how much he'd stopped himself from doing any more than this. Usually, he would - he rarely (if ever) went into a motel without leaving with something done. It wasn't even that she turned out to be a he.

He had an aura that completely captured his attention, made him want to take him completely - bit by bit, little by little, see how far he can go. When he curled up beside him just made the desire stronger, his touches moving just a little further down before he stopped himself. No no, there'll be more opportunities.

Little by little. Those were the thoughts he held as he drifted off to sleep.

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