The red light district was never somewhere Abel thought he would venture. He had suggested that they find a brothel in another part of town, but Kirin had just laughed at that and nudged his horse toward a large red brick building nestled between two smaller wooden structures. One looked like a tavern, the other, he wasn't sure.

The smell of the surrounding street, however, was quite pungent. There was more than just the scent of alcohol and filth in the air, but Abel could not put his finger on it as he was tugged by his wrist toward the brothel. When they walked through the door into the large, warm room, all eyes suddenly turned to them, making Abel glad that Kirin had let him borrow one of his old shirts. It was too big, of course, but it covered his chest and settled a few inches below the waist of his pants.

Several of the women, obviously prostitutes considering their scant clothing and growing smirks, eyed him specifically. When one, a particularly large woman, walked up to him, Abel cautiously stepped to the side, trying to disappear behind Kirin's back. He wanted no attention from anyone in the room, yet each time he tried to step away from an encroaching female, another just took her place,

"Good evening, ladies," Kirin said, finally resting his arm around Abel's shoulders to keep him still. They had ridden for a good while, skipping the town Lady Lelynn had suggested they stop at to take part in the brothels there. That was how they ended up at their current one. Abel wasn't happy about it.

"Good evening, sir. How has your day been? Would you like a drink?" one of the women asked as she held out a large mug of beer, all but forcing it into Kirin's hand.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said with a widening grin. The woman nodded, then turned and led them toward a very comfortable looking set of wing chairs. Kirin sank down into one, and Abel would have been lying if he said he didn't want to join the man, if only to stay close to his current guardian. Unfortunately, the edge of his chair was swiftly taken by one of the thinner prostitutes as she began to fuss over the lawman, who was already sipping heartily from his drink. Unwillingly, Abel felt himself being pulled backward by the collar of his borrowed shirt until he fell into the second large chair.

A prostitute, this one a tad larger than the other, swiftly found her way into his lap. Abel leaned back abruptly, trying his best to get as far away from the woman as possible, but failing miserably. He wanted to call Kirin for help to remove her, but when he looked over, his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. Kirin was leaning back in his chair, his mouth firm against the prostitute's, the fingers of his free hand tangling in her hair and pushing her closer.

When the woman on his own lap began to run her hands up his chest from beneath his shirt, he flinched and bit his lower lip to stifle building frustration. What it was directed toward, he didn't know.

"Hello there, handsome boy. You like looking at my friend?" the prostitute questioned, drawing Abel's attention up to her for the first time since she'd climbed onto his lap.

"Your friend? No... I um, I am not here for um... female attentions."

Had he said that right? He wasn't sure, but when a look of sudden understanding crossed the woman's face, he felt his body relax in relief. When the woman actually got off of him, he was ecstatic!

"You hold on a second, cutie. I knew you were here for something else. I could see it in your eyes when you walked in. I am a bit jealous, but I will go fetch someone for you."

Fetch someone for me? Had she not understood?

Abel looked around nervously, trying his best to keep his eyes averted from the heated situations building around the room, especially the one to his right, where Kirin was enjoying his prostitute quite openly. He remained seated for another minute before a large, firm hand settled on his shoulder and someone leaned over to smile next to his cheek.

"Hello there," the man cooed, his fingers squeezing a little tighter on Abel's shoulder as he turned his head to look at him.

Wow. He is very handsome.

"Hello?" he said, curious as to what the man wanted with him.

"Come," he said simply, giving Abel another grin as he gently helped him up out of the large chair and then guided him toward a flight of stairs beyond the sitting area. Abel looked over his shoulder at Kirin, opening his mouth to tell him that he had to go for a few moments, evidently, but it was quite clear that the lawman wouldn't be hearing him even if he did speak. So he clamped his mouth shut and instead focused on the stairs, silently wondering why they had to go up them.

When they came to the first room on the left, the man knocked once, then opened the door to reveal a large bed. And that was all. Just a giant bed. It was made impeccably with light blue silk coverings and soft plush pillows.

Wait a second.

Abel was gently nudged by a hand that had moved to his lower back, making him take several steps into the room before pausing to look up at the man. He needed to tell him that he was confused, but he never got the chance. For what had to be his fourth or fifth time in the past several days, or perhaps sixth, Abel was silenced by a kiss. He froze, eyes wide as they took in the man's wispy black hair, and after a moment, his bright blue eyes staring back at him.

"It has been a long while since I have had such an adorable young man. Do you have any requests, hun?" the man asked as he guided Abel to the bed, then somehow got him into it and on his back without much of a fuss.

This is going way too fast! Wait, this should not be going at all!

"I-I believe you have been mistaken," he stuttered, trying to get back up, yet unable to because of a simple hand splayed across his chest.

"Shh. It will be alright. I am the best when it comes to loving young lads. You will be in heaven before I am even through touching."

Abel's face turned cherry red at the man's words, accidentally sending some sort of signal that he was somehow okay with what he had said he would do. When the man leaned over him and their lips met again, Abel reached up, trying to push at the man's firm chest. Somehow, that also seemed to send the wrong signal, because before he knew it, his borrowed shirt was being expertly unbuttoned and the man's strong hands pressed against his bare skin.

He was so lost as to what the man wanted out of him. He was treating him like a woman, but he had no way to consummate anything. When he felt the man begin to kiss down his neck, though, he couldn't help but tilt his head back and let a little moan slip from his lips. It reminded him of a feeling he'd discovered when he was younger. He had told his father once he had found out that touching himself made the feelings become amazingly pleasant... and that had been the second time his father had laid a hand on him in punishment. Now he felt those same feelings, and that same fear that his father's fist had instilled in him. Yet he did not care.

It feels good.

The man's mouth moved to his left nipple and began suckling, making Abel gasp and arch into him. He felt hungry. Starved even, for the attention he was finally receiving.

"Feel good, hun?" the man whispered as he began kissing his way over to the other nipple, which was already rising for attention.

"P-please..." Abel managed, not even remembering the question he was asked. Just knowing that he wanted more. More attention. More sensation. He also wanted to hide under the bed in embarrassment, but the other two interests held him firmly where he was... along with the man's body weight on his lower half.

"Such a sweet soul you are," the man said as he took his other nipple into his mouth and teased it playfully. When the skin puckered and began to ache, he relented, only to begin traveling lower, following the very faint trail of hair that was just beginning to make itself known on Abel's lower belly. The man easily undid the button fastening Abel's pants, then gently tugged them down to his knees.

"Delicious..."

Abel wasn't sure what the man was referring to. His head was too hazy to understand much of what was going on. When the man gently wrapped his smooth hand around his hard length, he couldn't think about a single thing besides the attention he was receiving, anyway.

By god. It feels so good!

"Wha' the 'ell?"

The man's weight suddenly lifted from him, drawing a quiet cry from Abel.

"Hollem, do not fight him. They came in together," a woman's voice said, though Abel couldn't see her since he was still lying flat on the bed and the man was blocking his view.

Abel saw him pause near the edge of the bed, looking down at him with a hungry longing in his eyes before he returned his attention to a slowly approaching Kirin. He was visibly drunk. Likely close to being completely sloshed out of his mind, but he refused to stumble as he made his way angrily toward the bed. The man, whose name finally registered in Abel's mind as Hollem, easily managed to sidestep the lawman and make it to the door before Kirin even realized he had moved away.

"Let us go, Hollem. They appear to have things they need to figure out," the woman at the door said with an intrigued tone. Hollem didn't seem as impressed, but he obviously knew better than to cause trouble with their clients. With that, the two left, shutting the door as Kirin turned his heated attention to a very naked, very embarrassed Abel.

With those hazy, predatory eyes on him, Abel forced himself to think through his own foggy head and try to stumble away. He didn't get far. He stumbled due to his breeches being around his knees already. Kirin was quick to respond to his attempt, however, and encompassed Abel's body with his own before using his weight to pin him against the silk sheets. His heart thundered hard in his chest as Kirin leaned closer, his lips pressing against Abel's neck as he began to rub himself against his naked backside.

Abel knew he had to stop the lawman. Things were finally beginning to click in his mind as he felt Kirin's hard length press between his creases, easily felt through the man's trousers. He had no idea how he hadn't figured it out before, but Kirin had no hesitancy in his actions. When he got to the point where he had to be feeling pain from the pressure in his pants, the man reached between them and unfastened the button, freeing himself to allow him to press skin against skin.

By god...

His father's beating reverberated through his mind as he felt Kirin's length nudge at his opening.

I should stop him. He will not remember much tomorrow, or at least not right away, with how much alcohol is in him right now. They must have given him their strongest drink.

And then Abel blinked, suddenly realizing something.

He may not remember much of it. I can try it and he will not remember, hopefully. There will be nothing but the memories of the moment for me and relaxation for him.

With those thoughts Abel bit his lower lip and tilted his head to the side with a quiet whine. He got Kirin's attention away from his neck and welcomed the kiss he got in response. Then welcomed the incredible mixture of pleasure and searing pain that came soon after.