The Secret of the Hidden Island [aominecchi&Hideki] (Private)

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Theodore Watson

Gender: male

Age: 28 years

Height: 1,78m

Eye colour: green

Hair colour: brown

Sexual orientation: homosexual

Occupation: biologist

Biography:

Theodore was born as the third child of Lord and Lady Watson. From the begin on he had a natural curiosity and a sense for adventure and exploring new things and the world but due to his bad health his mother had been over protective about him and had rarely even let him go outside as a young boy, especially after the doctors had told her that he was predestined to die early and not grow old.

 

Basically locked up in their mansion he spend his time learning and exploring from books and while his siblings played outside and were having fun all Theodore did was learning and experimenting in his room when he didn’t have to do what was on his mother’s or his private teacher’s schedule for him.

 

The man turned out to be rather clever and when he got older, older than the doctors had originally said that he would ever get, he managed to become a biologist and his books and theories were highly praised by some scientists but seen as controversial or even blasphemous by the church and the general population.

 

Spending his life mostly behind his desk and in universities a stranger who didn’t look as if he belonged into the scientific world visited him one day and Theodore got the chance of his lifetime to get out and see the world and discover and explore new things and lands. Excited and enthusiastic about the expedition and the awaiting adventure he said ‘Yes’ right away but when his mother found out that her now adult but still physically sick son was about to risk his fragile life for something like that she attempted to stop him and Theodore went onto the ship of the expedition in secret with the help of his friend without his mother knowing that he would still go and that she hadn’t actually changed his mind.

 

 

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He could hear the birds chirping outside of the provisional house they had built outside of the village of the native people of the little island that their crew had basically discovered by accident. They had originally set sail to their colony India but a raging storm had caused them to lose course and thus when the danger had been over they had found themselves near the shore of a beautiful, exotic looking island and without a true choice at that point they went off board and explored the land they had found, the Captain proudly and with a swelled chest ramming their flag deep into the ground, the colours of the British Empire waving in the soft summer breeze. The island had seemed completely untouched and uninhabited at first and it had harboured enough resources and food for them to not only survive but to restock their supplies to sail back home or to their original destination too. However it had turned out that it was by no means empty or uninhabited.

 

There were people already living on this land! A native tribe to the island! And Theodore Watson who already had walked around the island with shimmering, inquiring eyes, stunned and fascinated by everything around him like a child in a toy store had stared at the people in complete astonishment and with a wide baffled smile on his face. They had been intriguing, mesmerising to him. The biologist had heard of savage tribes that looked different from them but they didn’t look like any picture by any anthropologist or biologist so far what meant that they had discovered a new race of people there and the noble Englishman had found them stunning and interesting. He had wanted to find out more about them and how they lived. About their nature and how they differed from them. He had felt the urge to study them, understand them, measure and examine their bodies. It had left him a lot more enthusiastic than he had been when he had thought that the island had been no home to any people yet. He however seemed to be one of the few actually interested in those people from biological, anthropological and sociological standpoint as he had overheard the Captain calling them savaged animals, while a sailor had ridiculed how they looked.

 

This day, that was as sunny, humid and hot as it usually was on the island, Theodore was incredibly excited and his excitement only grew while he was searching for his notebook somewhere on the mess that was his overloaded desk. The man had documented a lot. Amongst other things he had sat down somewhere near the native people to figure out and learn their language, neatly documenting what he analysed about it while he was learning to understand and speak it through listening, getting good enough to actually communicate, though the natives didn’t seem as thrilled to talk to him as he was to talk to them. They usually just stared at him with suspicion and then turned away. Some at least granted him a few words. He too had run around on the island, had gathered samples of plants, had drawn animals he had never seen before and tried to understand them. But his favourite subject to study were the people. He had observed them in their ways a lot. He had drawn them. He had tried to analyse their tribes hierarchy, had tried to figure out who was who and what their tasks were. And now the small wooden house, especially the desk, was swamped with his notes and studies. Some of the pictures of the natives decorating the walls!

 

One of them was the son of the headman of the tribe. He had seen him standing in front of a cliff, overviewing the land and some of the colonisers, his face strict, proud and in thought. He had looked fierce and gracious. That picture, Theodore just had to capture it. He had seemed so indestructible and had been so handsome standing there like that. It had made the biologist feel like a sickly ugly duckling compared to the tall, defined man with those distinguished features.

 

Watson’s hands with the long, thin boned fingers searched in between all the books, the paperwork, notes and letters until he felt the brown leather of the small thick notebook that he always took everywhere on his skin. He brushed over it and took it from the desk, smiling contently.

 

This was a special day for Theodore and for the crew indeed as he had finally been invited to the headman of the tribe in the little village. They had invited him. Up until now none of them had ever been invited into the indigenous people’s houses and it had been all too clear that they mistrusted them by the suspicious gazes they had thrown at them and how they had found it uncomfortable to have Theodore lingering around examining them and desperately trying to have a conversation that had continuously been denied. The brunette biologist however had not let himself be undeterred by this though and he had tried to learn as much as possible regardless of the tribe not cooperating and had tried to bring the people to open up to him and finally he got rewarded for his patience.

 

Their Captain wasn’t pleased about the fact that the headman didn’t want to let him accompany Watson though and that he had to stay in the background. Howard Millstone was an ambitious man and since the crown had ordered them to figure out the islander’s secret at all cost and bring it back home the man had become much more eager to find out what it was. The islander secret! That small island and its people differed from every other kind of people who were currently known and already had been discovered. Not only in looks though, they seemed to be incredibly vital too. Theodore had seen no diseases, disorders or illnesses amongst any of them, not even the flue what was extraordinary especially if one took into account that their whole way of life and standard seemed to be rather primitive and looked a lot lower than their own. The Captain had called those people savages and kept on doing so but the biologist couldn’t find them savage at all and even if they were he didn’t care. The man was much more interested in how they stayed as healthy as they were, how they looked still young at a high age and why their people seemed to have a significantly higher life expectancy than them.

 

But the most intriguing and impressive thing about it was that even his own terrible conditions and chronic pain seemed to get better with every day he remained on the island what had led him to the conclusion that whatever it was that made them immune to diseases wasn’t something within those people themselves but had to do with something on the island or something those people did otherwise Theodore would have felt as sick and miserable as always. The man from the noble family had much less crippling stomach ache, his weak heart had become stronger and flickered less and his asthma had become less severe and it was easier for him to breathe, even his bad foot and knee, and the pain in his joints didn’t trouble him as much anymore and the young male didn’t limp as visibly on the island as he had done back at home. For the first time in his life he didn’t feel physically weak or as if something would constantly intoxicate him but experienced feeling almost vibrant.

 

Thus Theodore had presented the others that there must have been something making them immune to diseases and illness, being all euphoric and amazed while Millstone’s grey eyes had narrowed as his mind had carefully calculated what this would mean for them if those people really had a method to overcome illness and diseases and he had ordered Theodore to write a report to the crown as this would harbour possibilities for their empire which had never been there before if it was true. And if it was, they had to figure out how they managed that and get their hands on whatever it was that kept them this healthy.

 

The wooden planks creaked underneath his feet when he was heading towards the door with his notebook in his hand. He was about to open the door when he turned around to his green, expensive and luxurious coat that had been sewed with golden stitches and that had a nice and soft fabric, questioning whether he should wear it for that special and honourable occasion or not as it would give him a more formal appearance after all. Then again the temperatures and climate on the island were incredibly hot in his eyes and that would lead to him sweating through the great fabric of the coat and he didn’t think that a sunburned foreigner bathing in his own sweat would leave too much of a good impression so he decided against it and just went in his elegant white shirt after he had checked his appearance critically, his green eyes looking excited before he took his hat from the coat rack.

 

The bright light of the sun was blinding him as soon as he had stepped outside and as the door fell shut behind him and he walked down the way passing the houses they had built for the crew he could hear the sound of the sea behind him as well as the men doing their work and talking to each other, joking, singing and boozing. The Captain, who knew exactly where he was going, was eying him sceptically from where he leaned against a palm tree. He had clear expectations of the younger man and he seemed almost threatening how he was standing there with his muscular arms crossed in front of the broad chest and his strong jaw crunching while his eyes were piercing through the biologist but Theodore tried to not let that intimidate, pressure or bother him as he continued his way down the path that led into the village.

 

While he was walking his jewellery made clinking noises as it usually did and the men and women of the village watched him sceptically and critically but still curiously and interested as they usually did as well when he set his foot into the village.

 

Theodore still had not gotten used to being stared at with that much curiosity and suspicion as if he was something weird, special and rare by so many people, well knowing that he had stared at them as well in his fascination. The young man had tried to change that though as he had experienced it himself and had deemed it quite uncomfortable, admittedly he had not been successful in doing so. If something had struck him and robbed his breath he had failed rather miserably and had stared as if the people were specimen for his research. He gave the mysterious islanders who stared at him an awkward smile but it just made them stare at him more and he wanted to slap himself when he realised that he was looking down at himself now checking if there was something wrong as those critical and scrutinising gazes made him somewhat self-conscious.

 

There was nothing weird or out of the ordinary to find on him in his eyes though but he had realised that he was sweating somewhat regardless of not wearing the coat. Somewhat? Granted, maybe a little more than just somewhat. And his neck, nose and cheeks were on fire and red like a lobster too. Brilliant! They probably spoke the same way about him as some of the crew members about them. And that was definitely not flattering. He wasn’t used to nor made for that climate, it wasn’t his fault that he was sun burned and sweaty now; it wasn’t like he could control this. If he could he’d rather not be as well. He definitely wasn’t that red and sweaty at home! Why on earth did that island have to be that freaking hot and humid? Then again, better sun burned and sweating than in pain and agony due to his bad health again.

 

He took in the islanders doing their daily tasks and their handcrafts, things that weren’t done in such a manner in his home country since a long, long time anymore already, he saw playing kids, some animals running loose and a nice lady he had gotten to know a little more as she had at least granted him one word answers to his questions had waved at him and he had waved back at her, really happy that she would greet him and apparently had lost her scepticism about him, seeing him as someone one could greet and welcome. She was a middle aged woman with long braids and was wearing a colourful, light skirt and a beautifully made necklace while her upper body was bared just like some of the working male crewmember’s chests were what Captain Millstone still found outrageous and offensive and took as further evidence of how uncivilised they were.

 

When he finally arrived at what was the residence of the headman of the tribe he wanted to knock at the door politely only to be reminded about that the islander’s buildings had no doors and that there was merely a carpet hanging in front of the hole in the clay wall. Theodore stiffened a little as even though he had learned some of the islander’s habits he had observed he had no clue how they acted at formal meetings and he didn’t want to offend the headman now that they had finally given him the opportunity to actually speak to him and where they seemed to have started to trust him some more.

 

“Good morning gentlemen!” he said still standing outside because he could not knock. “May I enter?” the biologist asked in the islander’s language he had studied a lot during the time he had been on the island but he still had to improve on his language skills, that much was for sure. The carpet was pulled aside and a grumpy looking man who seemed to be the headman’s servant and apparently disapproved of the invitation of the Englishman dragged Theodore inside. The inside was just as unimpressive as the outside of the building – if one could even call it such - and compared to even the average houses of the ordinary people at home it was merely seeming like a bad joke however when his green eyes saw the headman sitting there next to that handsome, impressive man he had ogled and drawn before, whom he had found out was the headman’s eldest son, he couldn’t deny just how graceful and honourable they seemed. Cultured and not like uncivilised primitive savages as Millstone called them. They were just as mysterious as their island was and to him this island and its people were fascinating, stunning and interesting.

 

Theodore came to a halt and bowed before the other men as the common people at home always had done before his parents and him. He still wasn’t an expert on the hierarchy in the islander’s society but apparently the headman was some kind of king for them and he, Theo, was the son of a Lord what meant that this man had a higher status and rank than him after all. “I greet you your Majesty, it is an honour for me to follow your invitation.” The brunette spoke sounding a little broken in the foreign language but unlike their king at home the headman didn’t respond. The older male just looked at the foreign biologist as if he was completely weird asking himself what he was doing there and why he was bending down his head in such a strange manner.

 

As Watson looked into the two men’s eyes again he saw that they didn’t know what to make out of his greeting and there was an awkward silence that felt like it would go on for all eternity before the headman pointed at something that was like a pillow on the ground opposite of the two men and the biologist thanked him and took the seat offered, carefully because of his defective legs and joints, forgetting that he didn’t have to be that cautious in order to prevent pain at the moment as his issues had gotten better since on the island. It was strange for him to sit on a pillow on the ground and not on a chair at a meeting like this and he didn’t know how to place his legs correctly, hence he sat down like the two other sat there, looking at both of them curiously and excited for what they would say to him, about what would happen and why they had invited him.

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Yuma "Night Sky"

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Height: 1,83m

Eye color: Ash

Hair color: Black

Sexual orientation: Questionable

Occupation: None

Biography: Yuma literally means "the Chief's son", as he was named after the tribe's Chief and is the only child in the family. Oftentimes, his Father's duties are passed onto him and thus, he seeks prominent places to hide from the village whenever he feels overwhelmed. Ideally, he would prefer to be left alone and dedicate time to his favorite hobby; naps. Or as he quotes, "resting". However, the villagers have another name for it; laziness. To his defense, Yuma protests that life on the island is boring and there is nothing to preoccupy him.

 

At night, he prefers to stay awake and stare at the vast sky that is beautifully reflected onto the sea. He's always wondered what's beyond the horizon but alas, nobody could give him an answer. In fact, there were many questions to which he lacked answers. Maybe one day, he may find them.

 

*OOC: I decided to go with the trope that natives don't have surnames but rather nicknames that were given to them by others. For more info, consult

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. Apparently the British gave them surnames. Also, in the image Yuma wears western clothing and tribal earrings. I am going to use -italics- their conversation that is in their native language so that we can distinguish between the two.

 

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It was a hot day that had made every living animal seek shelter. Yume was no different, though the rest of the villagers were working hard to bring supplies to the village. Everyone did their part; The men were hunting for food, while the women were tending to the crops. Every day it was the same.

 

Every day was boring.

 

At the distance, Yume could faintly listen to the voices that were looking for him. He was being summoned for the tiniest of things. That, he swears. From watching over the chickens, just in case they decide to run away, to fetching more chickens from the pen. Ah yes. CHICKENS. He despises them. The only good the exist for, is to be eaten. Just the mere thought of having each morning to wake up thanks to them... No, he immediately shakes this thought away and decides to doze off for a little while.

 

"One... Two... Three... Fo-" Before he could even finish counting the coconuts on tree which he was resting underneath its shadow, Yuma was attacked by a fierce beast that relentlessly started shaking him from the shoulders.

 

"Bwother, big bwother!" A little voice called out to him, forcing the other to fully awake.

 

"What is wrong with you?" Yuma almost whimpered, wanting to shed tears as he bode farewell to his evening slumber, his eyes idly meeting Etu's. Disappointment followed soon afterward, recognizing the kid to be one of the neighboring huts. A.K.A, the most annoying little brat on the island.

 

Not sharing the same expression, but actually, quite the opposite, Etu pulled Yuma from his necklace and attempted to guide him closer to the cliff. "Look, look!" He pointed at the enormous ships that harbored the beach. "Pwople! Chief wants bwother to welcome them." He continued with such an enthusiasm that Yuma hadn't witnessed before.

 

At any rate, disregarding the fact that he was almost choked, Yuma stood up and curiously peeked from above and was left with awe - if not slight terror. It wasn't just the ship but the people as well. They looked... Different. Where they from another island, he wondered and squinted his eyes in an attempt to get a better look at the unknown tribe ashore. It seemed they were relocating their supplies and were building shelters. Soon, his glance fell over to what he believed to be the man in charge and watched him proudly setting a pole into the ground with a rug hung atop.

 

"What are these people doing to my land?!" He uttered under his breath with a glare, while placing his right arm on his hip. Moreover, they are starting to intrude his very special private and secluded spots. Oh, he was going to give them a piece of his mind. If anything, he now needs to hide from more people.

 

That change didn't sit down well him, and so, he decided to complain to his Father. "Come on, we are returning to the village." Yuma told Etu as he gently grabbed his wrist, to which the boy refused.

 

"They gwive us food and toys. Etu wants to go!" The boy replied and ran off, leaving the other speechless.

 

Betrayed, just like that.

 

Whatever, he still has a mission and he is going to complete it. Or so Yume thinks while he descents down the cliff and struts towards the village, straight into his Father's hut with a stern expression. "Father!" The son calls out like a spoiled child. "What are these people? They are intruding our land!"

 

Complete silence.

 

Instead, he was met with the Chief's apathetic stare. "Up to trouble again?" Suni, a female aid chuckled. "Anyway, do not disturb the Chief. He is medicating." She said, while making sure the incenses were lit and emitting beautiful flowery aromas in preparation for the ceremony.

 

Yuma was at a loss for words. Did nobody care that their land was being invaded by savages?! "Why are you all acting so calm about it?!" He whined and then struck in anger a supporting beam with his leg, prompting to flinch in pain.

 

"Shhh" Suni warned him once again, to which Yuma let out a loud groan while exiting the Chief's residence.

 

He just had to take the matters into his own hands.

 

However, first, he had to know the enemy. Learn his tactics, weaknesses and strengths. And Yuma did so, though awkwardly and always hidden behind a tree since those foreigners seemed too scary up close. Moreover, they were wearing those weird fabrics. Didn't they sweat with the heatwave going on?

 

Alas, after days and days of lurking around, he had finally found his prey; a person that seemed to be a weakling amidst the other strangers. A person whose manners were different, compared to the rest of his kind. Yuma couldn't help but feel curious about that man, and so, he had been following him from afar the last few days.

 

What the brunet was doing, he had no idea. That person always seemed to take note of literally everything in sight. Oftentimes, even plucking the flora away. For what purpose, well, he did not know. Why would anyone want to hold onto greenery? It only attracts bugs and Yuma despises bugs.

 

As more time passed, he had now lost the track of time since the foreigners settled into their land. Was it half a whole moon ago? But, well... It didn't matter. Some of the villagers grew friendlier to them, others were even exchanging supplies. As for Yuma, he sided with the skeptic part of the village and preferred to keep distance from most of the foreigners, save for that brunet. Whether or not the other had noticed his presence, it didn't matter. Soon Yuma would have his revenge.

 

However, for getting a revenge, he needed information. Information that cause myriads of other questions and brought no answers. Like, what's the use of many of the clothes they are wearing. What's a map? He heard that word once but cannot understand its meaning.

 

Perhaps some his questions would be answered at the meeting the Chief appointed one of those days, in order to get to know the foreigners and exchange terms of peace.

 

On that day, Yuma felt a knot to his chest. The mere thought of being close to one of them scared him. He fidgety walked in circles around the room until there was an unfamiliar voice heard outside that apparently greeted them in their language. Yuma shockingly glanced at the entrance and then quickly sat next to his Father in an attempt to hide his panicked state. Just like a scared cat. Well, he wasn't ready for this encounter.

 

Just as the foreigner entered, muttering some strange words along, Yuma's lips opened in awe at the sight of the man. It was the very same person he had been stalking. If that was even a man. However, the voice definitely belonged to a male and thus, confirmed any uncertainties. Not wanting to let the stranger appear to have the upper hand, Yuma copied the Chief and pointed towards the pillow with the most serious expression that he could muster. Oh, if Etu had witnessed that scene, he swears the boy would die from laughing. That is, if he hadn't picked on Yuma about it for an eternity.

 

"What are we going to do with them?" He shyly whispered to his Father's side, his eyes always on the alert. It would be a lie to not admit he felt chills run down his spine. For all his courage to chase them away, it merely disappeared at the sight of them and how superior the looked in terms of battle.

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An awkward smile was forming on Theodore’s sunburned face and he raised one eyebrow up after the younger of the two natives had spoken to his father. ‘He does know that I understand them doesn’t he?’ the biologist thought watching at the man with the thick black messy hair and those dark ashen eyes of that unusual shape. They seemed so narrow and the Englishman had always asked himself if there was a difference in function, if the shape and size of their eyes and the way the native’s eyelids were limited their radius of vision. But so far they hadn’t even trusted him enough to invite him into their houses let alone to let him examine and analyse their bodies. While Theo’s intense green eyes were peering directly into the young indigenous male’s grey ones he couldn’t help but notice that the guy had seemed tense, nervous, almost anxious ever since he had set foot into that …. Well it wasn’t a house, more like a clay hut.

 

It was odd. Because the foreigner knew that the handsome fellow had followed him around and spied on him ever since the guy had seen him as he had drawn him. And oh boy he had not seemed fond of him. The son of the chief had exuded enmity towards Watson like the sun bright, blending light on that bloody island. It had seemed like the other had almost loathed him, wanted to tear him down but the man with the brown ponytail had not understood why the other had felt such malice and anger and why on Earth especially towards him.

Maybe it was due to how Theodore had looked at the other man. How those emerald orbs of the skinny Brit had roamed over every centimetre of the man’s body with a glowing, fascinated gaze, how Theo’s heart had started to pump like crazy and how he had felt it burning down in his groin….

 

Apparently the man didn’t understand that his interest was of solely academic nature! Of course it was! Purely academic! Or so Watson tried to desperately convince himself although he knew that it was not true, like he always knew when he tried to lie to himself about this matter. Theodore Watson was sexually attracted to that islander. And that had not been the first man he had been attracted to. He had fallen for men before. Only for men and never for women and he had tried to refrain from acting on it as good as he could. Since if the church and the bishop would have ever found out … Woe betide him! The church was already after him, accusing him and his studies of blasphemy because they proved their holy book wrong. To them Theo was a mortal enemy and they’d surely like to see him fall and in a society where the church was that influential and had demonised all kinds of sexual needs and the naked human body, criminalised and punished homosexuality as it was written in the Bible for centuries they could use this very thing to strike him down and ruin his noble family’s reputation for his lifetime on top of it.

 

Sure right now the scientific world had his back. He was celebrated but who would or even could have his back if this was figured out about him. Theodore’s studies rose interest, even international interest. The scientist had corresponded with other scientists from France, the Netherlands, Prussia and all over Europe really. National rivalries, wars, those all didn’t matter to him. The biologist wasn’t interested in politics especially not if they stood in the way of knowledge and research. Hence he had exchanged plenty of letters before and with one contact, a Prussian doctor from Berlin, the writings had switched from solely professional to private and he had fallen for that man and they had written love letters instead of exchanging ideas and results for a long time. When the man then had appeared in his university to witness a historic speech of Theo’s and they had stood before each other face to face the brunette man had thrown all caution over board and they had done it. Had loved and fucked each other as if tomorrow didn’t matter and nothing else was of any value to begin with.

 

It had been years by now and it had been a onetime thing, a moment where he had let himself go and fall without thinking about the consequences. But on this island he had seen no church, no bishop and as far as he had been able to figure out they didn’t have a completely messed up, demonising sexual morale code, nor did they seem to find a naked body to be something sinful and shameful and that was something that the biologist really liked about them. Unlike Captain Howard Millstone who still had not gotten over the native women running around with bare breasts. The man whose uncle was a priest started to curse and hiss whenever he saw one of the tribes women, calling them indecent, lewd sluts who aimed for corrupting every man’s mind. He called them and their bodies filthy, vulgar and obscene and had expressed that they shall be forced to cover themselves like actual people and not like the animals they apparently were.

 

But despite the outrage and the prudish behaviour of Millstone and his anger when Watson had remarked that a naked body was just that, a naked body and there was nothing vulgar and obscene about it, the biologist had witnessed quite the hilarious incident. Regardless of how the Captain cursed and insulted those indigenous women he actually found them desirable what probably only angered the man more. Theodore had seen the man confronted with a woman in her early twenties with long black hair, plump breasts and an hourglass shaped body with a round arse and it had not escaped his eyes how the Captain’s grey gaze had lusted over her body, how turned on it had been and not to mention the bulge that had formed in Howard’s pants and how the other had yelled at that poor young woman who hadn’t even been able to understand what he had been shouting at her for tempting him in the first place or as Millstone had claimed, tempting all the men around her. It had been hilarious and Theodore had laughed, what admittedly had not been in anyway deescalating the situation. It had been funny though. If for nothing else than because the ‘oh so sexually morale and Christian’ Captain, of whom everyone knew that he was notoriously unfaithful to his wife, got a boner by looking at those natives he deemed on the same level as animals and savage for their ways while the men of the native tribe didn’t give the bared torsos of their women no thought at all, nor got aroused by them. If one asked Watson he’d say that this was because a naked body was something normal to the natives while the church had demonised and by doing that hyper-sexualised naked bodies by their retarded sexual morale where he was from. The only thing the churches view of sexuality did was creating people with an unhealthy sexuality who struggled with their own natural needs like Howard Millstone who felt ashamed and guilty for his desires and blamed those women for it.

 

Since the islander’s didn’t seem to struggle with that at all though the chance that the headman’s son condemned him for having looked at him and his gorgeous body were rather low, hence there probably was another reason for the guy’s malice towards the Englishman. Maybe he just didn’t want any of them on the island altogether. It would definitely fit what he had whispered into his father’s ear thinking he wouldn’t hear nor understand. The awkward smile turned into an amused one as he regarded the other man. “I mean no disrespect but to ask what you are going to do with us is frankly the wrong question.” Theodore pointed out and it definitely was. The natives would do nothing to them. They could try but they would certainly fail. Every man of the crew had a gun and there were plenty more weapons as well. Would there be losses? Probably! But they still were armed good enough to overtake the whole island by force if need be. It wouldn’t be wise of this, apparently rather hot-headed man, to try to overthrow or fight them off the island. Even if they were to defeat the crew of the expedition, there were more ships on their way with different types of ship’s companies. They had repaired the smallest ship first and had send it back home with the coordinates and the report Theo had written and the ship had returned with the answer of the crown just recently where amongst other things it had been written that the king would send troops for the occupation of the land.

 

“I was hoping that this invitation had been meant as the first step towards a flourishing cooperation and exchange.” The biologist expressed with a dynamic look on his face and that renowned charming smile of his. His mother had never gotten tired to say how wonderful his smile was and had compared it to a rainbow in the darkness and she had made clear that she didn’t want to miss that smile ever thus he had to stay inside because of his fragile health, while the Prussian man he had been with for those days that had made him feel alive for the first time back then had told him how much he loved to see him smile finding it endearing and sexy. He hoped that the islanders would find his smile just as charming as the Europeans did when he reached out his hand to them. “Where do I have my manners? I haven’t introduced myself formally yet. I’m Lord Theodore Watson Jr. and with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?” he introduced himself.

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It is rather unfortunate that, most of the times, Yuma's tongue is faster than his process of thought. Such is the case on that awkward meeting with the foreigner. A brow was raised in surprise as the other repeated the very question he asked his father. He preferred not to press the issue further and let his Father handle the peace talks. Perhaps his obsession with the brunet wasn't merely of animosity but of curiosity. Nobody in the village had such an eye color; hair or even posture. Therefore, the man who introduced himself as Theodore Watson Jr. was an inquisitive case of study. Regarding the rest of the crew, well, they seemed vulgar. Yuma had noticed one of them shouting and then laughing at Anri, although he could not understand their language.

 

This particular man, however, interestingly did not appear to belong there; with the crew. And that's what got Yuma's attention at first. Second, was the way the foreigner seemed to appreciate their land. Instead of stomping around and cutting down trees to build enormous wooden huts, he appreciated nature.

 

After giving it a second thought, it is possible that Theodore is not a savage.

 

Still, Yuma felt unrest towards the unknown. He knew better than to blindly trust someone because they look friendly. Just like chameleons that camouflage themselves in order to catch their prey, he wasn't simply going to fall for that. Only that Yuma hadn't calculated how charming the foreign's smile was. It felt as if the sun had smiled upon him, and to be honest, he felt a twinge in his gut that he hadn't felt before. Had he eaten Suni's rabbit soup, he would blame her cooking for his pain, though that's not the case.

 

If he were to describe this feeling, there would be no words. Not even the young maidens that his Father had introduced to him were able to stimulate this reaction. The Chief had repeatedly urged Yuma in the past to choose a bride and create an offspring. Yuma always refused, citing that he is disinterested in creating a family at this age, and thus is causing the Chief to worry about the tribe's future.

 

At any rate, when the long haired brunet extended his hand for a handshake, Yuma reluctantly stood up and with absolute caution examined the other's hand. To his surprise, it was empty! "Where are our gifts?" He tilted his head in confusion, totally misunderstanding the gesture. And what was this about formally introducing one's self? Does that mean that foreigners have more names? For example, a formal one, a familiar one and so on? That is surely confusing!

 

"My formal name is Yuma Nightsky!" He proudly introduced himself at Theodore by pointing to his chest. If anything, he wasn't going to show he is totally uneducated and out of reality with the foreign culture.

 

It is at this point that Suni extends an arm to his shoulder and signals Yuma to sit back before he would ridicule their tribe any further. "Forgive the Chief's son, as he is full of energy." She apologetically moves to the back with the rest, before the Chief would take one last drag of his pipe. Usually, he remained silent. However, this was not a subject he should take lightly.

 

"Greetings Theodore Watson Jr. I am Hiamovi." The Chief smiled and then placed the smoking pipe on a special plate of clay and elaborate design as he stood up to welcome the foreigner with a hug. Such was the custom on their land. Afterwards, his expression shifted to a colder one as Theodore spoke of peace between their tribes. "You come to our land..." He continues with a recollected mind and a strict tone. "Ravage them and then claim them as yours. Is this the peace you are speaking of?"

 

Indeed, the Chief spoke of truth. The villagers had witnessed the disrupt the foreigners had caused. Surely some of them were friendly, but it does not disregard the fact that their land is being invaded. After all, the spies the Chief had sent to investigate discovered that the foreigners had superior strength and numerous men. That meant the tribe would lose in terms of battle. However, the Chief wouldn't simply give away what is theirs. They had honor and courage.

 

Yuma's glance shifted back to Theodore once his Father had finished speaking, curious to know the brunet's answer. If they had not come to destroy their land, then what was their reason? Truly, Yuma could not think of one. Especially not the idea of researching what resources the island has to offer, or studying them. Why would anyone take an interest in them? They are boring, just like everything on this island. After all, isn't everything across the sea the same?

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Watson’s hand lingered in the air and the more seconds passed without it being taken the more awkward it was getting. He could feel those ashen eyes study his hand with caution, as if it was potentially poisonous and after a while, instead of taking it the man’s voice sounded rather entitled and demanding, asking him where their gifts were. The green eyes of the Englishman widened in confusion for a moment before the penny finally dropped and a small smile appeared on his face as he was scratching the back of his head, laughing a little taken off guard by the situation. “I see. It is tradition to bring gifts when invited into someone else’s home here and you now expected some from me.” He summarised what he had concluded and pursed his thin lips, taking the brown leather notebook scribbling:’ Gifts for the host common costume. Don’t understand handshake as form of greeting. Question: How do they greet each other?’ before he took some loose pieces of paper which he had stuck inside of the notebook. They didn’t contain notes or sketches but pictures he had drawn because he had wanted to capture those moments. Seeing through them he found a well-made one of a lizard that had intense, beautiful scales in different shades of blue and red sunbathing. The picture was good enough that one could have thought that the lizard was dozing in the sun right before oneself if one looked at it and Theodore handed the picture to the native man as the gift he had required from him.

 

Then, it had taken a while after all, the youngest man in the room with that intense temper decided to introduce himself and tell him his name after all. Despite of the manner how he did it this was another achievement right there. The first time one of the natives had let him know their name. However the way the other let him know that he was Yuma ‘Night Sky’, slamming his hand to his chest so proudly, with his head held high made him chuckle. He tried not to laugh but he just couldn’t help himself. That expression on this man’s face, his body language, the guy sure as hell was a proud man. If he wore his head this high at all times he might get unaware of his surroundings and one day take a walk and fall into a lake and drown because he had had his nose up in the sky. Taking a grip on himself, stopping to chuckle the brunette flung a warm, disarming smile the other’s way. “Nice to meet you Yuma ‘Night Sky’.” He said. “How did you earn yourself the name ‘Night Sky’ if I may ask?” he wondered, interested in how he had gotten that name. Watson had heard that many native tribes didn’t have family names but gave their people nicknames that they deemed fitting to their personality oftentimes and it seemed to be the same with this unknown tribe. And while he hoped for an answer he wrote into his notebook again: ‘No family names. Nicknames in addition to given name.’

 

Slight amusement was tugging on his lips again when he saw the woman in the room stepping in, pulling Yuma back at his shoulder apologising to Watson for the man’s behaviour. “There is nothing to apologise for milady.” He waved it off. “His hot-blooded temper is surely refreshing for a change.” The Brit found but he soon got more serious again when the other’s in the room retreated and he was left in the middle with the chief, who exuded something lofty and authoritative at the same time, taking another pull from the pipe, looking at the biologist before he put the pipe at rest and spoke for the first time since Theo had entered the hut. Upon the headman’s introduction the Englishman was bending his head in a bow another time since he had already figured out that ‘handshakes’ weren’t a thing apparently but then he saw the man standing up and automatically he did the same and found himself pulled into a hug. A little taken off guard the other had to fully realise this first. No stranger had ever hugged him. Especially not at an official encounter! The only ones who had hugged him were his friends and his family. And his former love Karl. Karl had not only hugged him when they had finally had a private moment though. They had thrown themselves at each other and lost themselves in a heated battle of tongues. Apparently hugs for the islanders were the common form of greetings though and when the brunette had figured that out he reacted and hugged the chief back.

 

After they had sat down again the other man was all distant, cold even again and for Theodore this was an odd switch he had to adjust to rather quickly. What the older man then said was a… perspective. Not an entirely surprising perspective but rather accusatory. Watson was smiling at the man in his charming ways again, his voice polite and diplomatic when he was answering the man. “It might have slipped my mind but I wasn’t aware that your people and mine currently were at war so that there would be a need to negotiate and talk about peace.” The Englishman expressed. “And I, just as you I would assume, would prefer to find a beneficial way of coexistence for both of our people rather than bloodshed and violence and a needless loss of lives.” Theodore spoke further in a deescalating tone, intertwining his long fingers as he spoke.

 

“Our fleet isn’t a war fleet.” He let the other man know. The navy was yet to come. Probably already on its way send by the king. They didn’t even have a holy man on board much to Watson’s liking, although there certainly would be missionaries being send on the navy ships. It was like the bloody church was hunting him like a repetitive nightmare. “We are an expedition and trading fleet originally meant to sail to one of our lands, India, for research and trade. An unfortunate incident was the reason we lost course and landed here, discovering your land.” Watson explained. “And I am not sorry about being here, this is a wonderful island. There is so much to learn, so much to see and understand here. I have never seen a place like this before and it is truly intriguing to explore.” The biologist said. Granted, he had never seen India either. He had not even seen much of Europe. He had mostly seen the insides of different buildings. Such as his families mansion and different universities! “I am here to learn and to understand. I want to know more about the island, its flora and fauna, about you and your people, your costumes and I am absolutely certain that a vivid exchange between us, instead of enmity would greatly benefit your tribe as well as us as there are many things we can learn from and about each other.” He argued genuinely getting excited while he was speaking.

 

“I have never cared much for politics. Hence you might have summoned the wrong man here but I care for knowledge and the creation of possibilities for mankind’s future.” The Brit spoke. “And I don’t see why this opportunity should be thrown away because the Captain, when he had thought this land had been uninhabited, has stuck our flag into the ground.” Watson found. “We might be different. Maybe I look funny to you. I have never seen people of other races before either. But in the end we are all men. The same species! With the same evolutionary roots.” Watson ended, his green eyes shining hopefully while he was saying something that he could not say at home without at least one person shouting ‘heretic’ at him or calling it blasphemy. However scientists still did their work and while some of their pastors and priests claimed that those other races looked different from them as a punishment from god, the scientist said different. Then again Theo also said different from those scientists that claimed that one could see that the different races were a lower level of evolution and inferior based on their skull shape. That was not to say that he didn’t find it interesting to study different skulls, because he did and he had quite the collection in his laboratory too.

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Every single day, Yuma would witness the foreigner scribbling on a leather tablet of sorts after examining everything that had caught his interest. He had always wondered what its contents could be, the most prominent answer being a catalogue of the different types of animals and greenery. After Theodore explained the crew's reasons for visiting the island, the puzzle was solved. The man was merely serious of their culture and lands, and Yuma cannot deny he feels the same.

 

As the brunet asked the reason why he was named Night Sky, Yuma simply shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose it is because I stay up late at night." He vaguely answers, honestly feeling that the nickname was a misfit. It would be way cooler to be named Fat Bear or Swift Horse. Even Tranquil River would be better.

 

Returning to the Chief's side, Yuma rotated the piece of paper to its correct side as he sat down with crossed legs and then blinked twice in disbelief at what he was exactly seeing. Evidently, it was a colorful lizard that appeared to laze in the sun. It was such beautifully drawn, that for a mere moment he thought it was real. He even checked the back side in case it was an elaborate cage! On the other hand, Suni snatched the painting from him and prefered to use the method of licking in order to check its authenticity.

 

A brow was raised at the gesture and Yuma grabbed the gift back, protectively holding it tight to his chest as his angered glance met Suni's playful one. "What are you doing?!?" He whispered to her while the Chief and the foreigner spoke and then added "It is mine! Get yours." .

 

At the same time, due to the background commotion, Hiamovi had the biggest urge to roll his eyes and yell at them to shut up. However, heavens forbid to show such an embarrassing attitude in front of the brunet. Oftentimes, he wonders if his son's mischievous character is due to being born on a full moon. May the ancestors have mercy on him. Even the foreigner is laughing!

 

As Theodore further explained that the foreigners come on good terms and that they were simply lost due to the storm, Hiamovi nodded while signaling for Suni to fetch his smoking pipe. There was something said about the flora and fauna of the island, but quite frankly nobody understood a word of that sentence. Surely Theodore had a certain way of speaking that made it difficult to understand, in their native language as well.

 

"Ah.. Yes." The Chief responded after taking a long drag of his strong scented leaves, having conceived a marvelous idea. "Yuma." He called back to his son with an authoritative tone while giving back the pipe to Suni. Yuma complied and quickly stood up, stuffing the painting into the stitched back pocket of his pants as he approached the duo. "Theodore Walker Jr. wishes to learn more about our culture and for us to learn more about them. Your mission is to do just that and report back to the tribe once you have sufficient information." Hiamovi suggests, if not politely demands and then retreats to his comfortable seat. He was a man of few words after all.

 

Had it be any other kind of chore, Yuma would refuse straight away. However, this was a chance to learn about something new and escape his boring routine. Excitement had filled his whole body and it was especially obvious on his expression as a wide smile had formed on his face. "From where should we start?" He wondered out loud, merely being a rhetorical question and then sifted his glance towards Theodore, looking for input. Unfortunately the sun was still high and there was quite some time to fill the day until night. Then, he could show him the stars, or have the brunet witness the night sea breeze along with the sound of waves. All of which Yuma finds exceptionally beautiful and relaxing.

 

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Gosh, it was difficult to not get distracted and to not bust out into laughter as he spoke with the chief considering what the man’s son and his wife? – was it his wife – were doing in the background, even licking the drawing he had given to them. But Theodore managed to concentrate and he said what he wanted to say. Watson was not a diplomat, he was not a politician, he was merely a scientist and what he said was not to represent the crown but it was what he hoped would come from this, his vision for the future of this island they had found. He wished for a peaceful coexistence and a beneficial exchange and hoped to lay the stone for that with this meeting right here. That this would be a fundament good and strong enough to keep standing when the other ships arrived and more of Theo’s countrymen would stream onto the island. Although it was true that the scientist didn’t think that the land was theirs per se, he also knew the British flag was still waving down at the coast and that the crown wanted to not only figure out the secret to their health and vitality, to their long lives but to make this island a part of their colonies, a part of the empire too. And Watson hoped that this would go over peacefully and without bloodshed.

 

Thus he was getting tense and nervous when silence settled in for a moment after he had finished his speech not knowing what the headman, who was pretty hard to read, was thinking of what he had said, of his suggestions and of him. Maybe he, like the Captain who thought they couldn’t possibly learn anything from those uncivilised heathens, the chief of the village thought the same about the British. It was with a wave of relieve that his body lost its tension when the man agreed to what he had said and it made the brunette European beam at the man from the tropic island happily that they had come to an agreement. The shine in his green eyes and the enthusiasm only got stronger when he heard the man assign this task to his son. That didn’t only mean he’d get to learn about the islanders but he got to know the black haired handsome man as well, get to spend time with him. Then again it could also go terribly wrong with the other just showing him how much he loathed him considering how the man had looked at him when he had followed him around before.

 

When Theo got up though and said his goodbye to the headsman:” I thank you for the opportunity and the invitation. I appreciate this as the gift it is.” and he then looked over to Yuma he was surprised to see the man smile as bright as the sun and looking into that almost euphoric, excited expression, those dark ashen eyes glowing with a thirst for adventure. He wasn’t only surprised to see the other that lively and positively about this but his heart, that usually was plagued by issues the cardiac anomaly he had caused him, was starting to race again, he was feeling funny again and realising that while looking into that man’s face directly made him blush, though it wasn’t to see because his face was already burned red anyway.

 

Watson held the carpet in front of the hole in the clay wall open for the other to exit the house like a gentleman before following suit. It was as hot outside as it was inside. The advantage of the inside was that the sun didn’t burn the skin, the advantage of the outside that it wasn’t that airless and he felt he finally could breath properly again. Standing next to Yuma he looked over the village that had gotten even more livelily now than when he had arrived there for the meeting. “I’d say you could show me around the village. Sure, I have seen it before and was able to make myself a picture and conclude some things but it would be different to have your costume explained by you. I also have quite some questions.” He suggested where they could start.

 

“How do you call your island?” he wanted to know. “How do you call yourself? Your people?” he added another question. “And what do you believe in? Is there any form of deity that you pray to? Celebrate any holidays to honour it? I have seen no church here at least.” Watson was curious. “Not that it is a bad thing. It is a good thing that you have none.” The man added and it would not have been good for him to express this opinion at home but somehow, since they had arrived at the island and no priests were around, no church, he felt a lot freer and bolder in a way. Even bold enough to ask a question he probably should not have asked. “If you believe in something, do you believe that something regulates your life? Dictates it? Tell you whom you are allowed to love and whom not?” the man wanted to know. Wanted to know if their society would too judge him for his feelings for his fellow men or not! The question was probably coming from the hope that they really did not see this as anything bad. That they deemed not only nudity but also sex, sex regardless of gender constellation, as natural as well. Because the biologist definitely did! For him it was nothing sinful about it. Nothing shameful or dirty! It was part of their inherent biology. And he just wished to know that there were places on Earth where the people wouldn’t deem him a sinner.

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Yuma slightly tilted his head in response to the foreigner laughing, not really understanding of it was a joke he had told or something entirely else. Nonetheless, wanting to appear smart, he awkwardly laughed along for a short while. And then it stopped. Or rather, it slowly turned into that disarming smile Yuma had witnessed before.

 

Was it alright to show the foreigner around? With an expression such as this, he couldn't deny the brunet?s request. Though after following him outside the hut, Theodore's numerous questions made Yuma dizzy. "Chu-Chur?" Ho-Hold on a moment." He stuttered, attempting to prioritise the important questions while he sought support at a tree. Or at least those he could answer.

 

Yuma certainly knew nothing about a church, more so to pronounce it, however, after taking a deep breath he finally exhaled. "Our tribe is named... umm... Pawhatan. We, ugh. We pray to our ancestors? Don't you?" Yuma replied fidgetly, unsure why the foreigner would be interested in those subjects. Still, a little part of him felt happy to see a stranger getting excited about his culture. "Oh, and we celebrate our ancestors during every eclipse!" He hastily added and then proceeded to guide Theodore towards one of the biggest huts on the village, shadowed only by the Chief's.

 

"What do you believe in?" Yuma curiously asked as he wanted to know more about the attractive foreigner. Obviously, the differences in their perspective cultures were vast and yet so intriguing. Did they also worship their ancestors? Probably not, he deducts as Theodore continued asking new questions regarding his beliefs. "Reason resides within our hearts. To know what is right... And what is wrong... The ancestors merely guide us. We celebrate them in order to remember what they did for us. And likewise in the future, our offsprings will celebrate us." Yuma answered and then stopped, letting a soft sigh afterwards as he pointed towards the said structure. "Anyway. This is where we keep the villages supplies. Everyone contributes. Milk, eggs, leather? It's all kept in there."

 

Why was he even showing Theodore the village? Surely there isn't anything more boring than that. In fact, the brunet's questions intrigued him more.

 

Yuma wanted to learn. And he would; by tagging Theodore's sleeve in an attempt to halt him and grab his full attention if he hadn't already. "Where you come from? What is it like?... Does what you believe in dictate your lives? What are you called?" He repeated the very questions the foreigner had asked him, but unfortunately, he wasn't equipped with a notebook to write down the new knowledge he gained. Not to mention that the concept of writing was unknown to him. Everything Yuma learned, he has it stored in his head. Truly an insufficient way to remember things.

 

His ashen eyes met Theodore's, desperately waiting for an answer as he would bit his lower lip in anticipation. Perhaps, he even takes the chance to stare longer. It would be a lie to not admit he felt attracted to the foreigner. Those emerald eyes were nothing like he had seen before. As for the feeling of attraction itself, Yuma was unsure of it. He simply believes it is excitement for the unknown.

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Not only did the inability of the man to pronounce the term ‘church’ and the lack of his language of its own term for it as far as Theodore knew confirm that there was no church, it was also really cute to hear him try to say it. He wondered how the other man would sound if he tried to speak in English to him? Probably cute and hot at the same time! What made him question as to how he was perceived speaking a language that was not his native tongue. He was probably more prone to sound awkward or ridiculous than sexy in anyway. Watson couldn’t think of himself as hot and desirable to begin with. Maybe it had to do with feeling sick and weakened most of the time. The way Karl had seen him, had loved him and desired his body had been baffling to him and he still couldn’t believe it to this day, that the other man actually had been that into him, physically.

 

For a moment it seemed like he had overwhelmed the islander with all the questions he had asked and he told himself to slow down a little when Yuma spoke and got to answering what he had wanted to know from him, leaning on one of those interesting trees, his upper body stretching and the biologist found himself staring in awe, before he shook his head and focussed on writing down what he had just learned. “Pawhatan.” He repeated the name of the tribe, to see if he had gotten then pronunciation correctly. He also wrote down the word, dead-cult and then added the information about the Pawhatanians praying to their ancestors and celebrating them regularly. “How do you lay your dead people to rest?” he wanted to know. “And if you pray to them, you must believe that there is a soul and this soul continuous to exist after the body dies. Where do you believe the soul goes? What is your idea of life after death?” he asked tapping the pencil against his thin lips.

 

Theodore shook his head whilst looking into those interestingly shaped ashen eyes when he answered the question if they didn’t pray to their ancestors. “No. At home we have holidays to remember and honour them but no one prays to their ancestors. For their souls to be save in heaven people pray to god though.” the brunette told the other man, who now wanted to know what it was that they believed in. “I personally don’t believe in what my people believe. It goes against reason and scientific facts. However I can’t prove or disprove the existence of a deity, there might be a god, or there might not be. He might have a son or he might he not have.” Watson rambled about his agnostic personal approach to the subject but then stopped himself. “That wasn’t what you wanted to know right?” he chuckled. “Well, the majority of people in our nation believe that there is one omnipotent god, the only god there is, who created everything. The universe, its people and animals and that he not only made mankind the ruler over all nature and animals but too gave them set in stone rules as to how to live their lives if they want to get to heaven and not to hell after death for their sins. Then again, it also contains the believe that Jesus was the son of god, born from a virgin mother, and he died for all of our sins.” He added. “Does it sound logical to you?” Watson asked without waiting for an answer. “To me neither!”

 

As he followed the other man he came to a halt and his green eyes peered at the native man when he was told that there was no moral code, no heavy judgements placed onto their people by an institution and believe system but that they believed that reason was within them and that reason was what made them understand what was right and wrong. He stared like that because this came close to what he thought. Because this was so much better than what the church was doing in England. “That sounds a lot more reasonable and free.” The brunette stated and then moved again, following along.

 

They arrived at the second largest hut in the village and he was told that this was where they kept their supplies. The Englishman was quick to draw a sketch of the hut into his notebook, writing its purpose down while he asked. “May I go inside?” but he wasn’t getting an answer, he was grabbed by his sleeve instead and thus looked up from his notebook immediately into the handsome face that was now closer before him, making him feel his heart beat up in this throat. Apparently Yuma didn’t care much about showing him the village and found their conversation a lot more interesting as he asked him more questions and the man ordered them on his mind in a way they made most sense to explain, smiling at the other who seemed more eager to learn about him than he had imagined he ever would.

 

“I’m an Englishman and I am from England. However the British Empire doesn’t merely consist out of England or even Britain for that matter. Our crew is British, it isn’t entirely English either. We have Scotsmen, some Welsh and Irish.” He told the native and actually found himself struggling at the next question. What was England like? To him it was ‘normal’ , it was what he knew, it was his idea of how a life was but he could not tell the other that it was ‘normal’ because this man had a completely different understanding of that. To Yuma this tropic island was the norm and England would probably fascinate him as much as the brunette was by the island. “It’s an island too. Pleasant moderate climate, not as hot and humid as it is here, so I usually am not sun burned and all sweaty.” He jested. “We have rough coasts and deep forests, wide fields. We have busy cities, our buildings are made of stone and concrete, we have art and culture, music, roads and all different kind of shops to buy goods others offer and we travel by horse, carriage or ships. Our major religion is Christianity, the church has a strong societal influence, the king is head of state, our Empire is the largest in the world … uhm… anything more specific that you’d like to know?” he answered in a way he hoped the other understood and asked as it would be easier to answer a more specific question compared to a general, broad one such as, what it was like.

 

When he approached the question as to whether Christianity dictated the people’s lives he nodded. “The ideology of Christianity was written in ancient times. And the people who wrote the Bible deemed a certain behaviour and moral code desirable and wanted people to act a certain way. Hence, they claimed it was the will and the word of god, that god had made those rules and that they needed to be obeyed and disobedience to be punished. It demonises parts of human nature and it uses fear and threat to make the people obey and keep them in line. The fear of eternal damnation and suffering! The fear of death! It exploits people and oppresses them.” Theodore said with a serious, frowning, dark expression on his face and he really didn’t know where he was taking the boldness from to say those thoughts of his out loud now. But somehow this place, this place had something enabling and strengthening. At least for now. He had the notion that this would change soon with arriving missionaries.

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Chances are, that perhaps Theodore was having a better pronunciation in Yuma's native language, rather the other way around. Many unknown words were spoken, many of which Yuma couldn't even dare to pronounce. Fortunately, the foreigner seemed to learn fast and they had no trouble communicating.

 

However, watching the men that had harbored on the island - which by the way had a name now; British men, made Yuma want to learn English. Communicating with the foreigners in their native tongue, well, that feels impossible!

 

Theodore, though, appeared to have mastered the Pawhatan language, and hence, Yuma felt like he had a chance to do the same. Maybe if he had the right teacher? Which, speaking about the subject, when the brunet repeated his tribe's name Yuma nodded with an affirmative response. As to what the man kept scribbling over, he had no idea! With a curious expression, he peeked inside the notebook and was met with even more confusion.

"We hold a ceremony for the deceased and then we burn them. Afterwards we plant a tree on their memory." He replied, raising an eyebrow at the next question. Soul. He has never thought about it before. Father always says the soul remains, that is why they must hold their traditions; in order to make the spirits happy. "Well..." Yuma began to say, a small sigh being let out in the process. "We believe the soul stays here, with nature. It becomes part of a tree, part of a flower... The fallen leaves that travel with the wind, the fish that swim in the river. The fire that warms us. They become nature itself." He finished, pondering whether his explanation was too confusing to understand. Another deep sigh escaped from his lips, feeling the answer he gave was inadequate as he awkwardly scratched his head in embarrassment. "Father has told me since young that I shouldn't feel sad about not seeing Mother. She is always here with us." He paused and then knelt down for a moment to grab some dirt with his hand, releasing it slowly for the wind to guide it back to the ground as he continued. "She's everywhere. I do not feel lonely now." Yuma lastly smiled brightly.

 

He decided to halt his question regarding the leather notebook for the moment and focused on Theodore's answers about the chu- was it church? English is a difficult language. Yuma couldn't deny that the foreigner spoke beautifully, however, he failed to understand the fundamentals. Everything those British men believed in seemed nonsense in all honesty. Like, what was that about a god and a son? Why is the son important?

 

Not to mention that many words were lost in translation. "Sc - scientific... Facts?" Yuma tilted his head with a stutter, again, attempting to cope with the unknown words Theodore used. Of course, there were many more he didn't understand, but this specific word caught his interest. The foreigner seemed to know a great deal about the world, and Yuma was truly fascinated by the knowledge the other held. Even his eyes stared at those emerald big ones, hanging at each word. His attention was fully grabbed.

 

"Your God sounds evil." Yuma comments on Christianity after hearing Theodore's version, finding religion an absolute lie to begin with, essentially agreeing with the foreigner. After a short while, Yuma jumped up in excitement and freely attempted to hold down Theodore by his shoulder. "Hey, why don't you follow our beliefs?!" Oh, that was an excellent idea! Only that Yuma couldn't understand its not easy to change religion overnight. He chuckled, but awaited Theodore's response like a puppy that looked up to its owner. "I mean... Not to pressure you..." Yuma fidgeted, perhaps realising he was too forward. Intense blushing overcame his smile as his glance fell towards the ground.

 

This was embarrassing.

 

Luckily Theodore changed the subject back to his own tribe - England, and how wonderful it looked. He was interested in seeing everything that was described; the stores, the concrete and those giant building. He can't even imagine how one looks like. "Do you believe I can visit your tribe in the future?" Is it even possible? Would his Father allow it? Yuma can only hope so.

 

But alas, he was on the verge of daydreaming again. Wanting to quickly change the subject, he hastily showed towards the storage supplies and hurried towards the rug, raising it for Theodore to enter. Inside, there were numerous vegetables and fruits stacked on top of each other on one side. On the other there was wheat, corn and in general everything harvestable. Yuma hardly found interest in it, though the brunet showed otherwise. In spite of their differences, though, he found Theodore very approachable and interesting. Like an immediate attraction, he hoped he could learn more. Was it truly knowledge that Yuma was seeking though? Or am excuse to spend more time with a stranger?

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As he was taking notes he realised that Yuma was trying to peek into the notebook and thus he showed it to him so that he didn’t have to try to catch a glance. “It’s just a notebook. I write down all pieces of information that I receive so that I won’t forget any details and later on, I will sit down with the book, look at the notes, think about them and formulate them into proper analysis to preserve the information.” The brunette man explained. “I carried around notebooks with me ever since I was a kid. It’s proven to be rather useful to understand the world around oneself as well as for my work and research.” He let him know.

 

And when the other spoke again, answering his questions Theodore wrote everything down, whilst nodding along. “In ancient times, it was usual for us to burn our dead people too. Then the church deemed it to be wrong and now we burry their bodies.” He told him, still focussed on the book, the pencil scrubbing over the paper without pause. Hearing what the other got to say about the soul and their tribes understanding of what happened with it when they died made him look up from the notebook though and he forgot to write it down. His eyes were widened and glowing. “Your belief, it’s actually not so far from the reality of things. Or at least, there is some parallels one can see.” The brunette acknowledged. “The ecosystem is basically a circle of life. Let’s say someone drops dead onto the forest ground and keeps laying there. As his body decays he returns into the ecosystem as fertilizer for plants for instance and those plants will be eaten by certain animals, those will be eaten by other animals, so in a sense, yes, we go back to nature and are everywhere when we die and stay a part of it, a part of the chain, the cirlce.” The biologist explained and then enthusiastically wrote down what he learned about the tribe, placed the pencil onto his lips again, bit down on it, and added some commentary.

 

His attention was snatched from the parallel between the Pawhatanian believe and actual biology though when the black haired islander went on to tell him about something more personal. Letting him know that his father had told him he shall not be sad about not seeing his mother as she was always there with them. The Englishman saw the other kneeling down, taking some dirt into his hand, letting it run through his fingers and getting carried away by a bow of wind. And even though the man said that his mother was everywhere and he was not lonely Watson’s expression had turned somewhat melancholic and he stepped closer to the other man and laid his long fingered hand onto his shoulder collegially squeezing and the patting it. “I am sorry to hear that you lost your mother at an early age. I can’t imagine….” He remarked.

 

And he really couldn’t. His overprotective mother had bound Theo close to herself and she had been an essential part of his life since ever, she had even dominated it for a long time. But despite her having gone overboard sometimes, the biologist loved his mother dearly. He had felt guilty about lying to her and stealing himself away to go onto the expedition but the lady had not let him any other choice. The brunette was a man in his late twenties after all. She had to learn to let go at some point. The only thing he could do was to hope that she had accepted that he was travelling and that she’d not be worried sick about him.

 

Looking at Yuma’s hand with his green eyes and the stains of the dirt the other had just taken up that were still to see on the tanned skin, brownish skin, he couldn’t help but to laugh. It came seemingly out of nowhere and when he realised that he apologised. “I am sorry.” He said and without thinking he took the dirty hand of the foreign male into his, feeling over it with his pale fingers. “It’s just; my mother would have gone ballistic if I’d ever have taken dirt from the ground into my hand.” He told him. “I remember her scolding my siblings when they played in the yard of our mansion and got stains from plants or dirt onto their hands and clothes. She’d always reprimand them and tell them to not get dirty.” Watson said, his fingers running over the skin of the other man’s hand absent minded. “I was never allowed to play outside anyway though. I was wrapped in cotton and had to stay inside.” Watson was letting the other man know and looked up into the sky. Then he suddenly realised how he was holding and touching the native man’s hand and he was immediately going to beet red feeling embarressed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have….” He stammered, letting go of that hand, that hand with that rough, callused skin from physical work. That hand that took dirt from the ground as if it was the most normal thing to do! Oh Lord, he was catching himself thinking about how it’d feel if those hands were to touch him everywhere, touch him deeply, roam over his body while he’d touch the other in the same way and it made him feel even hotter than it already was on the island, his breath stuck for a moment.

 

Having managed to calm himself down again as he had talked about the church to the other, the black haired man suddenly asked about the words scientific and facts, apparently not knowing what any of those meant what confronted Theodore Watson with having to explain them. But how the hell did one explain what science and facts were to someone who didn’t know? The brunette could try but he didn’t know if he’d succeed. “Yes.” He nodded. “I am a scientist.” He pointed at himself. “A biologist to be precise. Being a scientist means to seek to know and understand the processes of nature. To understand how they function, how they are compound and how they correlate! We research the universe and life, how it comes and came to be.” he explained hoping that any of it was understandable. “As a biologist, I research the functions of the human body for example.” He said and his green eyes roamed over Yuma from his handsome face over those broad shoulders, the toned, athletic torso, to the fabric that shielded his manhood from the European’s hungry eyes …. “I also examine animals and plants, their bodies, their behaviour, nature as a whole.” He distracted himself from Yuma’s body and tried to distract Yuma from the fact that he had ogled him with desire once more and had undressed him – the little he was wearing in the first place – with his eyes. He coughed, getting a grip on himself. “Basically, science seeks knowledge about all nature.” The brunette summarised.

 

Amused laughter came from Theodore when the man stated that the Christian god sounded evil. “You broke it down perfectly.” He agreed. “Yes, it’s an angry, vengeful, evil god who forbids everything that is fun and pleasurable.” The brunette said. “I mean, what god who is almighty would create you in a way he disapproves of, to then condemn you and hate you and to want you to get punished for who you are? Only a sadist would.” he asked rhetorically, letting out a cynic laugh. His expression however lit up again when the other man enthusiastically approached him and suggested he’d follow their believes now, touching him, touching his shoulder, his body and it made him feel fussy. Looking at the other, and his expecting, almost hopeful facial expression that then turned into an embarrassing blush as he said he had not wanted to put any pressure on him amused him though and not only that, despite the pride and arrogance the other had tried to exude before in the chief’s hut, Watson found that actually, beneath that, this man was nothing but sweet and pure in a way. There was a warm expression in his eyes and a bright smile on his face when Theo touched the other man’s arm – now he had already gone from patting his shoulder to not only touching but stroking this man’s arm in a gentle, more intimate manner -, looking into the ashen eyes saying:” This is not a bad idea. If I were to follow a belief I’d prefer to follow yours than Christianity.” He told him. “But I’d rather continue going down my own way. Seeking knowledge and understanding without any belief system but through research.”

 

Watson smiled at Yuma when the other expressed his wish to see England one day. Asking if he could visit his tribe, if that was a possibility and while the Brit did smile, there was something bitter in it! “Theoretically this would be possible if you wanted to I suppose.” He told him. ‘I just don’t think it’s a good idea, unfortunately.’ He thought to himself, feeling down at that fact. Yuma would be viewed as lesser. As a subcategory of human. Most would treat him as if he was some wild beast. They’d not see him as equal or leave his dignity intact. The scientist wished it wasn’t so but this would be a reality. If he decided to go to England, he might be fascinated by its architecture and the cities but he’d probably not like it anyway.

 

He was truly glad when he got distracted from those gloomy thoughts as the native pointed to the hut and held the carpet out of the way for Theodore to enter. “Thanks.” He said with a nod, entering the hut, finding himself between all kinds of supplies and different foods. Some he knew but most of those fruits he had never seen before and thus, examined closely. Theo couldn’t help himself and grabbed one extraordinarily strange looking fruit, feeling it, holding it up, weighing it in his hand. “What is this?” he asked the man curiously, turning the fruit in his hand. “Are there some foods, some dishes iconic for your tribe? Something like a national speciality?” he was curious, turning around, looking into the man’s face while still holding the fruit, his eyes falling onto those lips of the islander, feeling like he wanted to taste those more than any of the foreign fruits.

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It is unfortunate that, despite Theodore showing Yuma the notebook, the scribblings made no sense. It felt akin to a code that needed to be deciphered, and Yuma was curious to know. However, the foreigner's answers only birthed more questions. Oh, Yuma tried to understand. He gave it his all, but his efforts just weren't enough to fully grasp the subject. Were their cultures that much different? He only wondered; what else could lie within the realm of the unknown? How many things does he not have knowledge of?

 

Actually, Yuma understood only one thing; that he knows very little of this world.

 

As Theodore kept explaining about the British and their ways,Yuma's eyes were hanging at the foreigner's each word. Waiting. Wanting to know more. It was uncertain whether he enjoyed listening to Theodore more, or simply wanted to learn. The truth was probably in the between. There was just a special way in which the brunet made sure to use simple words so he could understand. Alas, the Pawhatan language only contains so many words. Not everything can be said without using British words, or, well, terms. Such as church, biology... Yuma has learned quite a few! And his excitement was shown on his expression, as he would stare at Theodore with eyes full of thirst.

 

Though his expression quickly shifted to embarrassment when Theodore took the liberty to touch his shoulder, causing him to momentarily flinch. No, he wasn't disgusted or anything else.Yuma simply wasn't used to the touch of other people. Not even those he is close to, a contradiction to his fellow tribesmen values. As the reason to why, there isn't a particular one. Perhaps he never grew close to one so that they can exchange any sort of body heat. After all, Yuma preferred to be alone.

 

"Ah, well..." He responded to Theodore's sympathetic words with a slight blush, unsure of how to proceed. "There was a storm and... And... She was on the boat. She was supposed to bring back food by the afternoon but she..." Why were these words so hard to utter? He was supposed to have coped with his mother's death, not get emotional as indicated by his whimper. After a short pause,Yuma finished his sentence with a gulp. "Never returned."

 

Maybe it is because nobody had bothered to check his feelings all these years.The Pawhatan are taught to let go of their dead as they return back to nature. However, how could one forget their family? This was one of the things Yuma disagreed with. However, when the foreigner held his hand and felt the sand. His dirty and calloused fingers. He was ashamed and wanted to pull his hand away, especially after hearing how sheltered the other lived. "I... Forgive me." He shyly attempted to pull back and distance himself from the other, as he thought that Theodore was here to learn about their culture, not his woes. Though, the brunet was faster at releasing his hand.

 

Afterwards... It felt awkward. The atmosphere was awkward. Even changing the subject didn't put an end to Yuma's blushing. What was he even getting flustered for? He certainly did not know, but he decided to hold his questions for another time and simply kept listening with curiosity.

 

As they entered the supply hut, Yuma moved to the side in order for Theodore to examine the storage that he seemed so interested about. Not even the occasional stealing monkeys were that glued on the food. The mere thought brought a chuckle to the surface, as he created the image in his mind. Though, it was soon shattered, or rather, interrupted by the Brunet's inquiry. "Umm..." Yuma stated down the deep red fruit, which had small white spots all over and then scratched his head. "I believe it's called Dragon Fruit. We cook it on special occasions, such as ceremonies. If you cut it, it's all white and seedy inside. I despise the taste." He explained and then pointed towards the wooden baskets, holding various kinds of vegetables and fruits. "We have corn, apples, lettuce... As you can see..." He showed the rest of the baskets. As for a national specialty, nothing came on mind. He shrugged, letting a small sigh out in the process. There wasn't truly anything special about his land, he believed. "We usually cook fish if that counts?" He replied and then approached Theodore, throwing the damned fruit out of his hands if allowed and attempted to change the subject since food storage wasn't really that interesting. "You study people too?" Yuma wondered out loud, referring to their earlier conversation regarding biology. "Like a doctor or something? But for plants too?" Afterwards, he chuckled and flexed his muscles. "How do I look? Am I healthy?" He joked, revealing his hard earned and on his almost naked body that was only shielded by a pair of long linen pants. Hey, he even posed! "What should I show you next?" He asked while placing his right index finger on his lips, trying to come up with any ideas as to what would seem interesting to the foreigner. "Anything particular you want to see?" Alas, he gave up on thinking and simply asked for Theodore's opinion.

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Theodore was set on learning about the fruits and vegetables he didn’t know, to catalogue them and later explain to the crew how to identify them to be able to better their food situation on the island. Food was an important resource. It was more fundamental even than to find out if the island harboured any other resources they could mine, such as gold or diamonds, coal or iron. If they didn’t have enough food when the other ships arrived, they’d not gather much anything after all. So he listened intently when he learned that this was a dragon fruit and that it was eaten on special occasions, which was probably an indicator that they didn’t grow in high numbers and it too made him curious to hear that Yuma apparently hated how the fruit tasted. “You do? How do they taste? Are they bitter?” he wanted to know, his green eyes observing the fruit, feeling the urge to try it now and see whether it really was that bad or not, also intending to ask what kinds of ceremonies he had been talking about.

 

Apparently the islander didn’t understand why Watson cared to learn about the foods of the island or showed interest in the fruit though because the other stepped closer, his body casting a shadow over the smaller Englishman, and before Theo could even look up, the fruit was ripped out of his hand and thrown behind him to the other end of the hut where it was jumping on the ground, the red, dotted shell getting squashy looking pressure marks. The biologist looked up into the Pawhatanians face with a blank expression, eyes opened wide, blinking, completely taken off gourd by the man’s peculiar behaviour and drastic measures, feeling a little awkward, like he had back in the chief’s hut when Yuma had not understood his attempt of shaking his hand and that woman – who was not Yuma’s mother as he now knew – had licked that picture of the lizard he had given to them as a gift.

 

Without stepping back, still standing that closely before him, the indigenous man then changed the subject, bringing it back to Watson’s career, his studies and the fact that he studied people, wanting to know if he was a doctor of some kind. “I do study people, yes. I’m not a doctor though. I research and aim to understand the functions of the human body. I examine skulls and bones, study how the organs work, the biochemical processes that take place in our body. My research is important for doctors though, it’s the basis, the fundament for them. I work together with doc….” He didn’t get to finish his explanation because the man, who was still really close to him, suddenly posed before him, flexing his defined, perfect muscles right in front of him, asking the brunette how he looked and whether he seemed healthy to him.

 

“Sweet Jesus!” the Englishman muttered inaudible to himself, his cheeks heating up and his weak heart that had found strength on that island starting to hammer in his chest. “You look… your body… it’s …. perfect! The perfect image of a man! You are a fine specimen indeed.” he stuttered around, his green eyes roaming over that attractive form, fighting the urge to touch Yuma’s body what was quite the battle, he was so close after all and Theo found his hands twitching being drawn into the direction of the other. “You are of perfect health. Actually your whole tribe seems to be incredibly healthy. I haven’t seen one sick person since I arrived. Not one. Not even a cold. And you have a lot of really old people too, considering the living standards that is rather astonishing. There are no diseases or disorders. Even I am feeling more vital since I have come to this island.” He blabbered without breathing as he was talking incredibly fast, his eyes glued onto the other male’s body, flashing up hungrily and with lust in them.

 

And then there it was. A seemingly innocent question! A question that the other man couldn’t have possibly known would trigger those kind of lewd thoughts on the coloniser’s mind. ‘What should I show you next?’ ‘Anything in particular you want to see?’ Yuma asked him and those green eyes automatically darted down to the man’s lower body that was covered by those trousers straight away. ‘You! I want to see you! All of you! Show me! Let me touch you!’ it screamed on the young Lord’s mind that was going to completely different places as the islander had intended. Yes, the biologist wanted to examine and study Yuma’s body but absolutely not in the academic, clinical, observant way he wished to examine a random man and woman from the native’s tribe. No! Theodore desired him. He wanted to see what he imagined to be a gorgeous, beautifully shaped arse, he was curious to find out whether Yuma’s cock looked like his own. He wanted to see how the pigmentation of his skin looked in that area and how his dick would feel as it got hard in his hands, how it would taste if he sucked him. He wanted to press his naked body against Yuma’s. Wanted to grab and squeeze those arse-cheeks, to spread them open whilst rubbing his throbbing, heated hardness against the other man’s, grinding against him, feeling him, all while letting his tongue battle the native’s.

 

For Christ’s sake he needed to get a grip on himself but he struggled to. Theodore was nervously pulling on his collar, scratching his throat and chin, that hut feeling way too hot for him and his pants too tight all of a sudden as his blood had gone down rushing into his dick, a visible bulge forming in the European’s pants. Fuck he wanted that man! He wanted to press him against those plain muddy walls and pound his arse.

 

The question! He still hadn’t answered Yuma’s question as to what he shall show him next and what he wanted to see, he needed to think of something until the silence extended over an even longer time period than it already had and he’d make it worse or draw attention to the raging hard on in his pants. But it wasn’t that easy to think, much less to come up with something when all the blood from his brain had travelled down into his dick. “Your favourite place!” it finally came to him and he exclaimed it, coming off rather strongly, feeling like this had sounded completely weird now, hoping that the chief’s son would blame it on him being a foreigner. “Show me the place you love the most on this island.” He repeated in a normal tone of voice, taking in a sharp breath.

[aominecchi]

Of all the fruits, vegetables and perishables, Theodore had to ask about the one Yuma would rather live without. It wasn't an extrageration, he really despised dragon fruits. The mere thought of them being chewed and watching as the semi sheer white juices dropped down the people's lips caused utter disgust to him. And the taste. Yuma ought not to further elaborate on the fruit, however, the foreigner inquired so and he could not deny those emerald eyes.

 

"Well..." Yuma deeply exhaled while rubbing his nape, attempting to come up with the right words to explain. If one that hates the fruit in question can do so without being unbiased. "It's just that we consider it a rare delicacy and we serve it only on special occasions... However, almost every day we'll find a reason to celebrate." He softly laughed, finding the idea of celebrating every little thing in their culture ridiculous. "Let's just say I grew tired of it. Otherwise, it's mostly sweet." Okay, that was a rather simple answer, if not unexpected.

 

Thankfully, he was able to snatch the damned fruit from Theodore's hand and toss it away, before it would cause any more unwanted feelings and twists inside his stomach. Of course, whatever the fruit's fate was, Yuma couldn't care less. But when his ashen eyes met the foreigner's blank stare, a thought passed through his mind that he was perhaps too excessive. "Ah..." Yuma unconsciously sighed and then decided to change the subject to his physique.

 

Had he hadn't calculated though, was the even more awkward atmosphere that he had created. "O-okay..."Yuma stuttered due to Theodore's totally weird response, that sounded off. Was it a taboo theme, he wondered among other things, such as why the Brunet's cheeks are bright red. Actually, Theodore's eyes, that seemed to excessively examine Yuma's body, felt sharp. For a moment, he felt indecent. Ashamed. Just like the women the foreigner's yelled unknown words and laughs towards them.

 

He had a great urge to cover himself, but by doing so would appear unnatural. There were men and women of his tribe waking around semi naked, why should he feel embarrassment? "I..."Yuma begun to say, before realising the other had built a bulge inside his pants. Whatever he had to say regarding the islanders? health was lost. Instead, his mouth remained open at the sight in front.

 

Then, awkward silence from both parties.

 

Not even the slightest idea about what Theodore was thinking about, could Yuma guess. However, the very familiar bodily function was hinting at a lot of possibilities. And when Theodore stared down his pants, oh sweet God, Yuma realized he had grown one too. With a flustered glance, he turned around in embarrassment and completely ignored Theodore's proposal to visit his favourite place. Right now, there was an important problem that arose. Quite literally.

 

He unconsciously bit his lower lip while having his back turned at the brunet, attempting to find a solution. They were both surely in no shape to proceed outside. Should he simply ignore the fact they are both hard and pretend everything's alright? Should he address the fact? Or, more importantly, why did Theodore get hard in front of him? Yuma had no answers. Only more questions, as such was the theme lately.

 

"Ummm..." He slowly exhaled while closing his eyes, trying to recollect his mind, and soon opened them again. "I... I don't think... it is a good idea to head outside at the moment." He gulped, hoping the other would catch his point. Maybe he should think about Suni. A naked Suni, that would kill his erection. Sure, they get along but nothing more than that.

 

Unfortunately, it wasn't worked. Yuma tried so hard to no avail. Alas, a heavy sigh escaped from his lips. He couldn't quite understand the reason for his bulge. Occasionally, he would feel the urge to touch himself but it would fade away with time. Perhaps there was too much of a buildup, but he doesn't know how to relieve himself. "I... I should probably leave..." he uttered.

[-Hideki-]

The glare of a hungry wolf in his eyes got even more prevalent as the biologist’s arousal increased as he saw that Yuma had gotten hard under his horny gaze and having seen Theodore’s erection too. His cock was throbbing as more blood was being pumped into that area and the gravitation as well as the tension between them seemed rather strong and he had to use all forces of discipline he had in him to not jump this man, to not just move forward and grab his hard dick under that thin fabric. And he was well advised to control himself since as soon as the man got aware of his own condition he got flustered and embarrassed and turned his back on the foreigner who felt rather guilty and inappropriate next to the massive disappointment since having seen the other getting a boner for him as well had triggered the hope that something might happen. Theodore might see the islanders differently than most of his countrymen but he wasn’t completely immune to the rumours about the savage people of the world. They were described as lustful, as wild and sexual and raw and while the church and people like Millstone condemned that, Theo had found that rather intriguing and exciting to encounter someone who wouldn’t get flustered by this type of thing, who didn’t find anything embarrassing about it but Yuma was just as bad as him even without the indoctrination Watson had gone through. It rose the question within him what the islander’s views on sexuality really were compared to what the Brits thought they were?

 

When the man then finally responded to his suggestion to show him his favourite place the other let him know that he didn’t think that they were in a state where they shall leave the hut. “Fair enough!” Theodore said and averted his eyes from the other man’s back, who still didn’t look at him and was hiding from his eyes - then again, who could blame him from shielding his body from such intense, piercing, lusty gazes? – and his eyes moved to the side, looking at the discarded fruit on the ground, trying to not think anymore things that only fuelled the fire within him. The Englishman only turned back to Yuma when the man suddenly said that he shall leave. “No!” Theodore exclaimed clearly, shaking his head. “No!” he repeated more composed and quieter.

 

 

“I’ll leave.” The man said, pulled his shirt out of his pants and made it cover the bulge, stepping forward. “This is your village, I am the guest and all of this is my fault anyway and I apologise. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” The brunette spoke and he wanted to put his hand onto the other’s shoulder but instead it moved up and then immediately retreated again. “Well…” he spoke. “I hope that this won’t be the end of our agreement and that, when I return tomorrow, we’ll start anew and you’ll show me around.” The European man expressed. “I….” he started. “I’m not cursed. I’m not a sinner. I’m not mental and I’m not contagious either. I want you to know that.” the man of science spoke and lowered his gaze. “Even if the church and my society may say so!” the brunette sighed. “ I can’t explain why I am like this and what caused this but I think it’s been in my blood from the start. I just, I don’t find women but men, I find you, attractive.” Watson tried to do damage control here but he got the feeling that he was making it all worse. “I’d really like to see your favourite place.” He added with a smile but since he was faced with the man’s back it didn’t matter anyway and with that said he left the hut and left the native man behind in there.

 

On his way back he cursed himself. He had ruined it. He had ruined all of it with a bloody boner, because he was lusting after that man like a mangy pooch! Jeez, Yuma had even brought the topic of the islanders’ health up on his own! It had been the perfect opportunity to gather information about the phenomenon that occurred on this island that everyone here was in perfect health. But he had gotten distracted by a nice body! By his desires and longings and sexual urges like a bloody animal! Then again the church may claim different but what other was humankind than animals? All of them! The savages as much as them themselves! Theo was sure as hell angry, angry with himself and this didn’t merely lead to him kicking some stones around on his way down to where the colonisers had their camp but it also had killed every last bit of his erection when he arrived there with a grumpy expression on his face.

 

Walking through the improvised wooden buildings which were a lot better than anything in the village already, he wanted to head straight to his small house and be alone but he had to report to Millstone, hence he had to find the Captain and run through all of the men who were going about their business or taking a break. On his way he saw the traders John Rogers and Sean O’Brian sitting in front of one house at a table, playing cards and drinking tea. John Rogers was a young man in his mid-twenties with golden curls and perfectly white teeth. He was a pretty boy indeed and he was beaming at O’Brian since the tradesman found himself having an incredible idea. “Believe me Sean, I tell you this’ll be marvellous and an absolute success. It’s the idea of the century my friend. They look so peculiar and there are so many people at home who have never been to the colonies and have never seen a savage and if we get those savages to sign a contract, for a little payment or food, and make them come with us, we can show them in zoos. The gentlemen and ladies at home would certainly be willing to pay to see them. Especially if we tell them some wild, horrific stories about the savages, like that they’d be cannibals or something, they’d come in masses to see those beasts, I guarantee you!” John smiled widely but Sean didn’t seem convinced. The middle aged tradesman with mouse-grey hair, round glasses and pockmarks from a past disease all over his cheeks was screwing up his nose. “No one will pay ya’ to see them. They are ugly! Looking like they haven’t ever washed themselves and their skin was dirty. You ain’t gonna make a penny with them savages at home. Not even a bordello would want them.” He shook his head. “No. I keep investing in the slaves. Made good money with them. They are even uglier than them savages here, looking like monkey’s, but you know, it’s really lucrative business.” Sean said, slamming a card onto the table but John shook his blond head, the curls dancing in the wind. “The slave trade is on its way out already my friend. Investing in it is not as wise as it once was. My idea however, my idea, is the future. It’ll make me a rich man one day. Not only in London I could show them, but in Paris, in Berlin and in Amsterdam too! I could gather different types of savages from all across the world.” The young one found but his elder just shook his head. “I believe it when I see it John! I believe it, when I see it!”

 

Theodore’s face flinched with disgust as he was walking past them and it only furthered his intuition that it’d not be a good idea for Yuma to travel to England with them and it worried him. If John came around and tried to talk him into getting on board with his idea without telling him what it really was supposed to be, promising the chief’s son the world, he might fall for this and others might as well. “Good day mate!” John addressed Theo as he was walking past them. “Morning.” He returned the greeting. “Wanna play cards with us son?” the older man, Sean, asked. “No thanks, not now.” Theodore declined. “Your loss. John plays like a mongoloid idiot; you could win quite some money.” Sean shrugged his shoulders and John protested. Watson shook his head. “Money! What wouldn’t you two do for money? You’d probably sell your own grandmothers wouldn’t you?” He whispered to himself, looking for the Captain.

 

He didn’t have to search for long because although he didn’t see him at first, he could hear him loud and clear. “Where is that bloody skull-collector? What is taking him that long with those savages? He had a clear mission!” he heard the deep bass voice barking and a strong fist was slammed against wood. “He’s probably lingering around them again. He always does. I think he loves those savages.” Another man’s voice sounded with a ridiculing laugh and Captain Howard Millstone snorted: “Love! Yes, the skull-collector sure loves them. When he lingers around there he fantasises about dissecting their bodies and putting their organs into weird lotions in glasses and measuring their bones. That’s his love for the savages.” “So you think he cuts them open right now after the negotiations?” the crew member spoke again. “No you bloody moron!” Millstone yelled when Theodore walked around the house. “The ‘skull-collector’ is right here.” He announced himself and the Captain’s grey eyes directly darted towards him, his short, red hair messy as the freckles all over his skin. “About time!” he stated. “And what did you accomplish?” he wanted to know.”They will teach us their way and we will teach them ours.” Watson summarised but he wasn’t getting any further because Howard was stepping closer grabbing him by his collar. “What have you found out? About their secret and in regards to the location of resources?” he demanded to know and Theo managed to struggle free from the grip of the stronger man’s hand. “Well, I just asked them to tell me the secret to their health because our king wants to know and then I handed them a card and told them to mark all the places where we can gather about everything of worth from this island to ship it off to England and they just told me.” The biologist got sarcastic and the Captain didn’t appreciate that at all. “Of course I don’t have the answers you want yet. This will take time. And if you excuse me now, I need a nap.” The brunette said and off he was, walking towards his own house.

 

Watson threw his notebook onto the pile of paper on his desk, not in the mood to sit down and do much anything; he let himself fall onto the bed in the corner of the room, one leg dangling down. What would happen if he was to return back to the native’s village again the other day? Would Yuma have told the other people there about this incident? Would anything constructive ever come from this again? Or had he scared the man off too much now with his shameless gazes and his physical hard facts? And then there was his idiotic attempt of an explanation that might have made it even worse despite it being as true as that erection had been. Watson found Yuma attractive. Yuma was attractive. A lot more handsome than him! Too handsome for someone like him actually, although he was sure that Sean would claim otherwise. But what did Sean know anyway? The biologist’s thoughts went back to the situation in the hut, the way the other man had presented his body to him, had flexed those muscles, the bulge in those thin pants and his thoughts didn’t stop there, they left reality into a realm of imagination and there the native man dropped his pants and approached him instead of turning his back on him and Watson’s hand was sliding over his own body down to his own pants were a new erection was building.

 

He rubbed over the bulge with his palm before he opened his pants and pulled them down, his hand squeezing his own balls, before running over the steel hard rod, stroking it slowly, his thumb slipping under his foreskin going in circles around the glans, sparks of pleasure starting to form and he let out a deep breath. There was a thick brunette bush of hair over his dick that was of average size and proportions, the skin was so pale that the blood vessels were shining through, making it look rosy. Every pulsing vein was to see clearly and he pressed his fingers against those veins, teasing himself before he got to it, spitting into his hand, beginning to stroke himself, gradually intensifying speed and the tightness of the grip as well as pressure used to stimulate himself. His body heat was on the rise and his breath was getting more laboured as he was jerking off, his hand going relentlessly, the pleasure swapping over him, carrying him away, wiping his mind clean from anything else than that, the tighter his grip got and the more he started to thrust up, fucking his own hand rather desperate to cum, to feel the release making him drown for good. Pre-cum was mixing with the spit as he was leaking quite a lot. His mouth was slightly gaping as he was breathing heavily and heatedly, letting out some pleased growls as he was leaning his head back into the pillow, that hand not stopping, increasing the friction, until his muscles, that were a pathetic excuse compared to Yuma’s, were constricting and he was bucking up into his hand which he had imagined to have been the other’s throat and that he’d been fucking the islander’s face and not his own hand.

 

It had definitely been his hand though as his load was running over his fingers and palm, some dripping onto his clothing and with the relaxation of the muscles he let himself sink back into the bed completely, breathing heavily, closing his eyes while there was that sting of shame and guilt coming over him that haunted him whenever he touched himself. And it wasn’t the reason that he had wanked to Yuma’s image on his mind and that it were always other men he was thinking about, it was the act of masturbation itself. One time, when Theodore had started to toy around with himself as a boy, his mother had accidentally interrupted him while he had been laying on his bed working his own cock and not only had it been so incredibly embarrassing that Watson had wanted to be buried alive right then and there, no, his mother had looked at him as if he had committed a severe crime such as murder. And after the shock and disappointment had disappeared from her face, she had started to yell at him, to lash out completely, wanting to know what he had thought he had been doing there, that this had been a disgusting and dirty sin, that it had been something evil, something immoral and forbidden and that his hand would start to rot and fall off and he’d go blind if he ever touched his own penis in that way again. And then Theodore had gotten the first and only spanking he had ever gotten in his lifetime. He had been his mother’s treasure, she had wrapped him into cotton, had been overly worried about his well being but this had made her so mad and outraged that she had whipped his arse with a stick and he had not been able to sit without pain for weeks. The Englishman had been scared of masturbating again for quite some time after this until he had come to understand that neither his hand would rot nor would he go blind. But although he knew his mother had told him nonsense that their religion preached, the brunette still felt guilty when he was wanking till this day, though it didn’t stop him from regularly touching himself when he felt like he needed relieve.

 

Having dozed off for a while he stood up from the bed and dressed himself properly again, washing his sperm off of his hand before he went to his desk where he started to work with the notes he had made. Theo wasn’t concentrated though and after a while he ended up drawing Yuma again, this time out of his mind and in that pose he had made and with an erection. That man was haunting his mind like ghosts in stories ruins of old castles. He was thinking about him. Thinking about him a lot and he’d probably only be able to focus on his work again when he knew that the agreement was still on, when he could talk to the man again. Hence he went to bed early that night and as a consequence awoke early in the morning.

 

After he had taken care of his personal hygiene and checked himself in the mirror a thousand times to see if he looked at least presentable enough to meet the other again he headed outside. It was a nice morning. A cool breeze – as cool as one could expect on the island – with the sun rising up on the horizon, its reflection dipping the clear water of the see in a warm orange and yellow colour. It was truly beautiful and peaceful outside because it was still early enough for their camp to be empty, all men still asleep. It couldn’t have been better because he had no need for chatter and noisiness. Instead he enjoyed the quiet walk up to the indigenous people’s village. But the closer he got, the more nervous he got too. What if Yuma told him off? And what would he tell the Captain as to how the natives had changed their mind? He certainly couldn’t tell him the truth because the truth would reveal that he desired his fellow men.

 

While the native’s village was already more awake, it was still rather quiet and Watson searched for Yuma but he didn’t see him anywhere. The middle aged lady who was weaving baskets and who had even spoken to him before smiled and waved at him though. So at least she didn’t seem to know about what had taken place in the supply hut the other day. Theo waved back and nodded friendly before he started to call for Yuma, instead of just looking around. “Yuma!” he called. “Where are you?”

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A shiver ran down Yuma's spine as Theodore denied his request to leave. It was an unexpected response and quite hurried as it seemed. For a brief moment, Yuma begged to his ancestors to not part ways with the foreigner. He didn't understand why Theodore would be afraid that this was the end of their agreement. Yes, he felt uncomfortable, but only because he would give the brunet the wrong impression; that he is a wild beast, driven by sexual desire.

 

What scared Yuma, was perhaps that this sentence stood correct. Sexual desire is believed to be a natural occurrence and need in the Pawhatan beliefs. For example, in preparation for a ceremony, the Chief always participates in an orgy. Yuma has witnessed his father doing so. He was even invited to many once he became of age but he would always decline.

 

For an act that feels important to their culture, Yuma holds the exact opposite feelings. It looks lewd, dirty. There is sweat and other bodily fluids that are exchanged. It always made him wonder what was the purpose of such an act. However, Theodore's apologetic, or rather, panicked, response made Yuma question his own sexuality. Up until know, he believed sex was something between the two genders. Or, a better explanation, he believed there was no purpose (or way) for two of the same sexes to have intercourse, since it won't lead to pregnancy. Hence, why should they? What would they gain?

 

That was a question he had to ask Theodore next time.

 

Returning to his hut, Yuma sat on his makeshift bed made of rugs and hay and pulled out the drawing the foreigner had gifted him. It was illuminated just by the moonlight, as he prefered to remain in the darkness. So many thoughts lingered in his mind. So many questions and dilemmas that were conquered by fear. Their discussion had shown the way towards new horizons. Both metaphorically and realistically. Yuma took a deep breath and then stared at the painted lizard, letting out a sigh in the process.

 

He wasn't a woman, but it was obvious his erection grew each time he thought of the brunet. They were both men. Adult men. One of which admitted to being attracted only to his kind. How is that possible, Yuma wondered, though the bulge in his pants betrayed him. If only, it arose even more questions.

 

With yet another heavy sigh, Yuma discarded the drawing on the ground and then covered himself with the blanket, softly whimpering about the unending urge to relieve himself. The problem was, that he did not know how. After many torturous hours, Yuma finally fell asleep.

 

The next morning, he had made his decision.

 

He swiftly awoke and dressed himself in the usual tribal linen pants that showed signs of wear and tear, and washed his face by using a basket filled with water nearby. Next, Yuma attempted to fix his unruly hair to no avail. They simply remained the same, and then proceeded to get out his hut to find Theodore with a pout.

 

Alas, the foreigner was already calling out to him and unconsciously Yuma smiled, thinking there wasn't a misunderstanding after all. "Theodore!" He replied as the other was looking for him, in order to grab his attention and then approached closer. "You are here." Yuma remarked with a bright smile, as if the brunet wouldn't keep his promise, and then hugged him tight as a greeting.

 

However, Yuma wouldn't wait long for the greetings. He would attempt to drag Theodore towards the forest, and after a short trek, towards a remote hill that had to offer the best view on the island. It was Yuma's favorite spot, just as the brunet wanted to know. But for now, he had other things to say.

"I..." Yuma fidgeted. "I don't care? Disease or not." Okay, the words were a bit difficult to be found. Yuma had to muster his whole courage so he could continue.

I shouldn't be prudish. I am not an idiot... We, as Pawhatans enjoy intercourse... But... I wasn't supposed to be scared." Yuma lowered his glance, gulping after softly muttering the last sentence. Afterwards, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, finally recollecting his thoughts as he stared into those mysterious emerald eyes. " You said you would teach me!" He quite demanded, in spite of a profound blushing appearing on his cheeks.

 

Was this sufficient? Yuma awaited Theodore?s answer with great agony, if not embarrassment. What if he really had misunderstood the other's intentions.

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He was already afraid that the man wouldn’t show himself to him anymore and that he might have completely misjudged the native’s values and morale when it came to the topic of sex or rather, sex between two men. Had he in the end just believed the rumours of the savage tribe’s lust and free culture surrounding sex because he had wanted it to be true, had wished that he’d not be judged? It didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he had had much of an influence and power over the situation. Theo obviously hadn’t decided on getting a hard on, he had gotten turned on and this had been the visible consequence of it.

 

The brunette was about to give up and head back to their camp and maybe try again later when he suddenly heard the man’s voice call out his name. His voice was really appealing too, he realised, maybe it only felt like a rainbow after a dangerous storm to him to hear Yuma’s voice because of the massive relieve he felt that the other wasn’t mad with him and didn’t detest him now or blame him for having infected him with his gayness but he truly felt a warmth inside when he heard his name being called by that man.

 

Turning around with a bright, beaming expression he met the other man’s ashen eyes and looked into a smiling face and to see the other smile at him only made him happier. “Of course I am. I told you I was returning and hoping that we could star…” the Englishman broke off in the middle of the sentence because the Pawhatanian decided to ignore the hand he was offering for him once more, but this time pulling him into a hug and not demanding a gift. It was a close hug! Totally uncommon between two men in England! Theo was a little overwhelmed, being pressed against that defined, hard chest, inhaling the other’s tempting smell he liked, the heat of his body against his own, his heart beat, even if only for a moment. And when the biologist realised what was going on, that Yuma was hugging him in a way it seemed like the obvious thing to do, the brunette was hugging him back, wrapping his arms around the other, rubbing his back, the hug extending for too long for a greeting but Theodore held rather tight. Liking this! Liking to hug and be hugged by the other man! Wishing there was more touch between men in his culture too. “…. Start anew.” He finished the sentence almost whispering into the other’s ear, being that close to him.

 

Although he wanted to remain like this for a moment longer he wasn’t given the opportunity, he also wasn’t given the opportunity to say anything more because the islander grabbed him by his wrist immediately, pulling him with himself heading straight into the forest. Watson had to be cautious not to stumble over his own feed or the sticks and stones on the ground. When Yuma finally came to a hold he was panting. Panting rather heavily and he had to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Gosh, why was he that unatheltic? Or rather, why did he have to be that unathlectic? While busy with gasping for air from running through the forest with a man much more trained than himself and feeling embarrassed for not having much stamina when it came to athletic ability, he didn’t even realise where he was at first.

 

When his heart beat had calmed down some though, he was looking around himself and his eyes widened when he realised that this was where he had followed Yuma too during the first week on the island. He had followed the man and had hidden behind a rock, examining the foreigner as he had stood on the hill that proudly and majestically, overlooking the island when he had drawn him. So this was the other man’s favourite place! Theodore could understand this well. It was the perfect spot. One could not only see the village and the camp of the crew but one also got a great view over the beach and the ocean. The view was so great, that if the brunette were to tell Captain Millstone about this place he’d built a watchtower onto it so he shall keep it a secret and hope none of the crew members found it.

 

The Englishman stepped further onto the hill and his green eyes captured the amazing scenery before him. The sun had risen fully now, the sea was glistering in a clear blue and the crew was apparently getting up. One could see the Captain stepping outside shirtless, leaning his muscular frame covered by red body hair against the house while he was smoking, closing his eyes, holding his face into the sun. Howard Millstone looked rather hot in that moment and Theodore’s eyes went over to Yuma, thinking that if he saw that too now, saw how other Englishmen looked like, he’d surely find them a lot more attractive than his slim, ailing self.

 

It appeared that the islander wasn’t paying any attention to the colonisers down in the camp though but was rather nervous and the reason of his nervousness was not the built of Howard Millstone with those abdominal muscles that were serious competition for the natives, but him, Theodore Watson, the guy whom the doctors had attested that he had been too sick and fragile to even get to the age he now had gotten to.

 

Yuma had his full attention when he was starting to speak, his green eyes glued onto him, seeing that the other was fidgeting, having trouble to find the right words. When the biologist realised that the other was addressing what had happened the other day he was getting a little flustered but all the more curious as to what the man would say. It was a surprise that the other stated that he didn’t care that the brunette was attracted to men and whether this was a disease or not and it made his heart race with hope. Hearing him speak how he shouldn’t have been that prudish, that his tribe did found sex to be something enjoyable and that he shouldn’t have been scared. Theodore shook his head slightly:”It’s fine.” He told him. “I won’t judge you for feeling scared if no fellow man has caused this in you before. Hell, I know since a long time and whenever I get those feelings for someone I’m scared shitless. Scared shitless of possible persecution and punishments if something was to happen between me and him.” The brunette said. “So I understand. I’m just glad that you don’t blame me and aren’t mad.” He expressed.

 

What followed seemed rather difficult for Yuma to say as the other had to take an audible, deep breath before their eyes met in a deep stare and he heard him exclaim that Theo had told he’d teach him. The Englishman, whose heart was racing and who found the sexual tension between them almost unbearable at this point looked at the other rather surprised, then a small chuckle was to hear. “What can I teach you? Other than biology and my culture?” he asked and stepped closer to the other man. “I hoped for you to teach me concerning those matters.” He stated in a flirtatious tone of voice, a cheeky grin on his lips, making another step towards him until they stood rather close and his eyes were falling onto those delicious lips again.

 

Theodore reached out his hand and touched the other man’s cheek, letting his thumb brush over the skin, before it went towards those lips, running over them, feeling the soft, warm tissue, before he slightly lowered the other’s head while leaning his own up, pressing his thin lips against Yuma’s hesitantly and gently, his eyes half closed before parting lips again, to check on the expression the man made, only to let his hand run to the back of the man’s head, burring itself into, feeling the thick black curls, pulling him down towards himself, his lips searching the other’s again. This time he was kissing him with passion, with an overwhelming fire and hunger for the man, as though he’d starve if he weren’t to fully indulge in that deep, heated kiss. Watson’s tongue was granting itself access into the other’s mouth, wildly wrestling with Yuma’s, his other hand grabbing the man’s muscular arse, squeezing and kneading that arse-cheek, pressing the other’s body against himself, their lower half’s touching. He couldn’t help himself. Was unable to stop in that moment as he was devouring the other going at it like some wild animal, rubbing up against him, causing sparks to rush through his body, heat pooling in his groin and blood shooting down into his cock again, his temperature rising.

 

Only when he had no oxygen left anymore and was forced to let go of the other man he did. Their lips parted, a string of saliva still connecting them, breathing heatedly and heavily, those green eyes stared up into the native man’s face. “I apologise… I lost control for a moment…” he stammered, stepping back, getting some distance between them but not without his long fingered hand running over the flawless skin of Yuma’s naked torso, brushing over the nipples while feeling his strong chest and then the abdominal muscles. He couldn’t resist. Couldn’t resist that temptation, that moment, knowing that he might never touch him again!

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Despite many men boldly approaching Yuma with intentions of a sexual nature, he kept an apathetic stance towards them. There was indifference, either male or female, Yuma's desire wouldn't surface. At least, not until he had encountered Theodore. While the other lacked in physiology, compared to Yuma's height and refined abs, he managed to introduce new feelings. Those of curiosity and terror. Indeed, no other man had caused Yuma to feel like this, and thus, he was afraid of this new sensation.

 

However, what the foreigner said next regarding persecution and punishment created a big question mark. Why would he be mad at Theodore expressing his feelings? Yuma wanted to ask, wondering if at the British Island, the town would frown upon all forms of sexual interaction. If that was the case, it would appear hilarious to Yuma because of the contrast in their tribes. One culture embraces the inner desires, the other frowns upon them. Surely, this was was an interesting remark that intrigued him to know more about the British. Though, for now, he remained silent. Only staring at the brunet with hope and eyes full of lust than even he was unaware of. Getting excited at a single touch, expecting more.

 

He felt his spine shiver at the other's touch. His body craved for human contact, warmth. Yuma did not know this emotion until now. And surely, a long awaited kiss followed. A kiss that was guided by Theodore. The first time seemed like a greeting, the second, he panicked. Not knowing what to do, Yuma decided to mirror the foreigner's tongue moves and feel the mouth's inner walls that were filled with saliva. He loved the warm, sticky sensation and his tongue battled for more, until Theodore grabbed his ass. That's when a loud gasp escaped from his lips, and he realized the touch wasn't that unpleasant. If anything, he wished for more. Rubbing each other's bulges that were separated by fabric was merely torture.

 

Until... Theodore pulled away, leaving Yuma unsatisfied and utterly confused. "Why did you stop?!" He shamelessly asked with a ragged breath, as he has almost no oxygen left after that kiss. Alas, he did not wait for an answer. There was hardly any time for second thoughts. No, he wouldn't let the chance slip away and hence, Yuma lowered his head and attempted to initiate another kiss. Though a sloppy one, since he was inexperienced. "You said you would teach me." He repeated with a scorned expression, giving the words as an excuse to continue their indecent actions. "I don't know what happens next..." Yuma then added, or rather muttered under his breath in embarrassment.

 

Theodore seemed to know so much, and he, in contrast, so little. He was afraid the foreigner would get bored of him once he would learn all of the island's secrets. At the thought, Yuma let out a soft whimper. As if begging for the other to take him. Right here, right now. His eyes desperately darted towards the hand that trailed his chest, taking it gently and guiding it towards his mouth where he began to slowly kiss the tip of his fingers. Then, his lips licked the rest of the hand, going thoroughly in between the fingers, the palms... and so on.

 

"Please." Yuma begged after cupping Theodore's sticky hand on his left cheek and awaited for the next lesson.

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Fuck, this man was crazy hot and all his inner demons were tempting him to close the distance again, drag him into another devouring kiss and shove his hand into the native male’s pants to grab his cock. He wanted him. He wanted him badly. Feel him. Taste him. Be inside of him. Ravage that sexy arse. And it seemed that Yuma wanted him too because the man looked completely confused and disapproving when Theo had retreated and was apologising to him, not wanting that apology, just wanting him to continue as it seemed since he complaint as to why the Englishman would stop and not proceed in his actions.

 

“Uuhm, I …” the brunette male was about to try to explain his own actions that now that he thought about it didn’t make sense, went against what they both desired and were only rooted in the fear and the heavy guilt he felt due to that. Shit, he had been terrified back then when it had overcome him and he had done it with Karl. Terrified that it’d lead to them both ascending the scaffold. Or being thrown into the insane asylum. Or being convicted to work themselves to death through hard labour. But the words he had been searching for to explain his off behaviour were never spoken and the thoughts of fear were wiped away when Yuma attempted to initiate another kiss between them.

 

It didn’t matter at all that it was sloppy. Watson threw himself into it, slightly biting the native’s bottom lip as they parted, his green eyes shining with lust and hunger and he pressed his trembling lips against Yuma’s neck, kissing and sucking on his salty skin, licking and biting it, kissing down when the man repeated that he’d said he’d teach him. Heck, this time Theodore would definitely not correct him and tell him what he had actually referred to when he had said he’d teach the other his ways as he had not even dared to dream of something like this when he had made that statement, he was way too busy letting kisses trail down the other’s neck and to rub and pinch those delicious nipples he wanted to lick and suck on.

 

But before his lips got there the black haired expressed that he had no idea what’d happen next and it made the brunette lift his head up and look into those beautiful dark eyes. “Whatever we want to happen I suppose.” He said. There was no guide book, no list of steps they had to follow until they went all the way or how they would even go about it. The brunette man wanted to ask the other what he wanted to happen between them, what he’d like to have Theodore do to his body and likewise what he’d like to do to the Brit’s body but this was completely forgotten when the man already acted.

 

It was an almost pleading, a needy whine that came from the chief’s son before he took his hand from his chest and lead it… up to his face, kissing his finger before he… licked them! Watson flushed such a deep shade of red that his sunburn could only admit defeat. His green eyes looked at the hot male’s tongue swirling around his long fingers licking them so devotedly and sucking them and Theo had to take in a sharp breath, feeling like his blood vessels were to explode every second. His cock was throbbing like crazy and his expression displayed clear arousal. The Englishman was turned on. Painfully turned on! He felt as if his hard dick would make the tight pants blast. This was so lewd in a way but so damn hot and he felt the yearn for having the man suck and lick his pulsating hardness instead!

 

This would be different from what he knew. Severely different! Yuma wasn’t charged with the idea that this was something sinful and dirty and thus was raw and shameless and that was definitely hot. He wished he could do like this and to not feel guilty even though he technically knew that he wasn’t doing anything wrong or bad, that what they did was actually healthy and normal. Both him and Karl had been taught the strict, ridiculous sexual morale of the church although the Prussian and him were from different nations but the underlining culture was incredibly similar. And this had definitely affected them and the way they had had sex back then and Karl was the only one he had had sex with before. This man however, he was unaffected, wholesome, unbroken, he didn’t even have a crack.

 

When the tongue stopped playing with his fingers he felt the other man laying his hand onto his left cheek looking at him and begging him that he please shall teach him. Yuma was so hot! How could someone be that hot? He thought and found himself pressing his thin lips onto the black haired male’s again with heated passion, the hand going from the other’s cheek into his hair, the other hand trailing down the side of his torso to the hem of his pants. When the kiss broke Watson laid his forehead against Yuma’s, breathing heavily, the hand that had stopped on the hem going further down, feeling the trapped hardness of the islander, rubbing over it with his palm, creating some friction before he opened and pulled down the man’s pants, his green eyes peering down between them.

 

As the pants were sliding down the other’s legs falling around the native’s ankles Yuma’s erection was springing free and Watson stared in awe. It was fucking gorgeous. He wanted to suck and kiss it. There was a trail of black hair that led to a thick black bush over that erotic hard rod of flesh between the man’s athletic legs. Just as the islander’s skin his cock was a darker shade than the Englishman’s rosy dick was. The veins stuck out but one couldn’t see them as clear, and they didn’t shimmer through in a blue colour. The glans was sticking out under the foreskin a little. The man was rather hung too. He was bigger than the brunette what was father fitting as Yuma generally was bigger and broader than him.

 

He grabbed the man’s balls and squeezed them good before letting his hand trail over the throbbing hard length of the other’s manhood, shoving his thumb under his foreskin circling around the glans before he spat into his hand and started to stroke the man’s length, slowly at first, increasing speed and pressure onto the right spots gradually, toying with his foreskin from time to time while he was dragging the man into another heated, daring kiss, his tongue challenging the other’s, saliva exchanging and when he broke the kiss he couldn’t bear it anymore, his cock was screaming for attention, feeling painful in its fabric prison. “Yuma, touch me too!” his horny voice whispered into the man’s ear, his tongue playing with his earlobe. “Free my…” the Englishman wasn’t used to articulate such things, it was deemed indecent. Indecent to ask this of another man, to voice those desires that were taboo to start with but he’d go crazy if the other wouldn’t touch his cock that was yearning for stimulation while Watson placed burning, greedy kisses onto the native male’s chest while stroking that heated pulsing dick in his hand that was glistering with pre-cum by now, his lips finding Yuma’s right nipple and he licked over it with his tongue experimentally and playfully before he began to suck it whilst stroking the other.

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To imagine he would find himself in the arms of another man, much more a British, Yuma wouldn't have even dreamed of it. Men, women, it didn't matter. The anatomy is simple; nothing he hadn't seen before. However, this only applied to his own tribe. The physique, characteristics and culture between the British and the Pawhatans were different if not the opposite.

 

What would his father's opinion be if he were to find out about his son's relationship with the stranger? Surely, it wouldn't be a welcoming one. Yuma believes that the Chief wants to get rid of the newly installed British men on the island, as they corrupt nature with their ways. Therefore, it would certainly be impossible to accept this kind of behaviour from Yuma.

 

He was lost in such thoughts, until Theodore took the liberty to slide down Yuma's pants and uncover his erection in all of its glory; uncircumcised, dark and hairy. Again, finding no similarities between him and the brunet other than perhaps the shape of the organ. As their foreheads touched, Yuma unconsciously let out a soft moan while the other played with his erection. Had they not been kissing, he would definitely want to hide his expression behind his hand, as he thought that the sounds he was making were weird.

 

Yuma totally felt like an idiot, whilst Theodore seemed to be a professional at this kind of engagement. The British knew how and where to touch, in order for Yuma to feel good. This gave birth to a new question; Had Theodore done this before with other men or women? For now, he didn't dare to ask for he was occupied with 'learning'. Honestly, Theodore didn't have to ask. Yuma would have explored the others erection on his own.

 

And so he did. By slowly pushing the brunet away as the latter was teasing his nipples, sacrificing the small pleasure for the sake of learning. Then, he would attempt to gently push Theodore on the red woven carpet that served as protection from the ground's dirt, until he would completely lie down. "Whatever we want…" Yuma muttered under his breath, in reference to his earlier question regarding what happens next. Oh, but he had an excellent idea! He crawled backwards towards Theodore's erection and then glanced up to him before resuming back to the main attraction.

 

His hand carefully attempted to grab the brunet's cock and examine it, realising it had a rosy colour in contrast to his. It left Yuma intrigued and then proceeded to copy Theodore's movements from before, wanting to please the man. With a steady pace, Yuma started rubbing the tip of the member in a circular manner, slowly moving towards the bottom. He wouldn't even dare touch the balls as he didn't feel confident enough in his technique, in order to not hurt the other. Alas, when a few drops of white substance started dripping out, Yuma raised his glance once again towards him and then took a deep breath. Oh, no. He wasn't done just yet. He felt this great urge to taste him, lick his juices all over and learn every inch of Theodore's body. However, he awaited for the brunet's lead, since he was the more experienced one.

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The noises the other man made, those pleased moans that escaped those delicious lips were fuelling the fire within the biologist whose hand increased the pressure of his strokes more, his thumb rubbing over the glans of the other’s throbbing hardness wanting to see the man being consumed by this feeling more, to hear his voice like that some more and when the Englishman had uttered his longing, his need, before kissing the man’s chest and sucking his nipples he was pushed away a little but not far enough to make him let go of Yuma’s cock.

 

In the next moment Theodore felt his pants and underpants being pulled down and his rock hard, heated cock was greeted by the air outside, making a shill run through the brunette male’s body. Blue veins were sticking out against the translucent skin that made his cock appear rosy, the pink glans peering out under his foreskin. Theodore’s pubic hair was growing rather wildly and his pale thighs and legs were covered with brown body hair. The tight white pants he was wearing were sliding down to his knees where they were stopped by the black leather boots the European man was wearing. His green eyes were gazing up into the ashen ones, glowing hungrily and horny, taking in a sharp breath when the heads of their heavily contrasting dicks touched. It turned him on. He wanted to take both of their cocks into his hand and stroke them, thrusting his hips to rub against the other. He wanted to feel the natives cock against his, feel its heat and its pulse, see their dicks how they were clashing like swords.

 

He never got the opportunity though. It took one little push and Theodore was losing balance as his legs were basically tied together by the pants he couldn’t toss off as easily as the other thanks to what kinds of pants they were and his boots and he landed on a carpet that he hadn’t realised was there and that didn’t make much sense out in the wilderness so probably had been forgotten there but he didn’t care and it didn’t matter. The Englishman had caught himself with his arms and was now sitting there with his naked arse on the carpet, taking the opportunity to get out of the boots and his pants while his eyes were focussed on Yuma at all times.

 

The whole atmosphere around them was infected by their lust and when Theodore laid back again, holding his upper body up with leaning on his lower arms, his torso still hidden underneath the fabric of his shirt, he nodded when the other repeated what the brunette had said about them being able to do whatever they wanted now. “Yes. Whatever we want.” He confirmed, his voice so obviously turned on and seductive, almost impatient as he observed the other getting onto the ground towards him, moving closer towards him, crawling, what only made the Brit feel as though he was about to die from arousal each minute and the way the other approached he was thinking or rather wishing for him to lower his head and suck his cock. What wouldn’t he give to have his cock sucked by this incredible man?

 

But apparently that hadn’t crossed the other’s mind when he finally, finally touched him, carefully laying hand onto the biologist’s erect penis which he… studied…. Watson flushed red once more. He examined bodies and studied bodies for a living but a) he never had been examined by anyone other than his doctor and b) he’d not do it in such an unfitting situation. The brunette was embarrassed under that intense, curious stare and the handling of his dick as if it was some interesting, weird kind of object the other man had never seen before and that one shall muster with fascination. Theodore was guilty of all of this himself but right now he just wished the man would get over that his dick looked that different, see that in the end it was just a cock that worked exactly like his own and he’d pay attention and show affection to it and touch it like he did when he played with himself since the other apparently couldn’t rely on any past experiences with other men as he seemed to have none.

 

Then the other seemed to remember the situation they were currently in and he began to stroke him, copying what Theo had done to him moments ago and the brunette man left out a turned on gasp when Yuma’s thumb rubbed the pink glans and went in circles under the Europeans foreskin where his veins were seemingly like a net, a pattern. When the strong hand finally stroked him, running up and down his length, making electric sparks shoot through him and pleasure started to built up, Theodore was moving his hips, thrusting into the other’s fist in order to feel more friction and to increase the amount of pleasure he felt.

 

The Englishman’s body temperature was on the rise, his breath getting heavier and hotter and his dick was starting to ooze pre-cum and he yearned for the other to be bolder, to stroke his cock faster and with more pressure as the man appeared really careful. It was sweet how gentle he was but Theodore was a hungry wolf, he wanted to feel the other man more intensely, wanted to experience his wild and rough energy, wanted to be able to unleash that within himself as well, wanted their hard cocks and firm, aggressive touches to come together in a play that created beauty in the roughness, hoping the other would not expect him to be that cautious and to treat him like a piece of fine porcelain.

 

Theodore was sitting up, grabbing the man by his neck, kissing him with fire and hunger, as in an attempt to devour him, breathing heavily when the kiss broke. He was stripping off his own shirt, tossing it aside, revealing a thin, wiry body, a hairy chest and abdomen and his rib cage. Well, there was skin over his rib cage and at least some flesh but his built was much unlike Yuma’s or Howard Millstones. In that moment, where it was clear that they burned for one another, that he was desired by Yuma, he didn’t feel inferior because of that at all, he didn’t even feel weak or frail, all he felt was lust and all he was was horny, driven by his most raw, basic instincts that wanted nothing more than sucking and licking this man and then breeding his arse properly.

 

He let his hand run through the thick black hair of the other, kissing the man’s strong jaw, rubbing his own stubbly cheek against Yuma’s in the process. “Yuma…” he breathed into his ear. “If I lay down again, turn around so that your… lower half will be over my face and your face over my …. you know… lower half.” The brunette instructed him, kissing him another time, pulling on the other man’s bottom lip with his teeth before licking it.

 

After they had gotten in position and that gorgeous, thick cock was dangling right over his mouth, making him lick his thin lips in anticipation, the biologist gave the man’s dick a playful lick over the glans before he laid hand on it and shoved his tongue under the foreskin, circling around the glans before he pulled the foreskin with his lips. He licked over the length, teasing the veins with his tongue, eager to taste him, coating the cock in saliva while toying and massaging the man’s balls before he took the man’s erection into his mouth, his teeth completely covered by his lips, as if he was about to swallow the thing whole, the large dick triggering his gag reflex in the first moment but he ignored it and let it penetrate his throat before he went over to bob his head whilst his tongue was sliding around the length, pressing onto the veins.

 

Theodore didn’t do that for long though and with a lewd noise he let the throbbing rod plop out of his mouth. His hands reached up , squeezing and kneading the man’s arse cheeks, slapping the man’s hot arse playfully before he was spreading the cheeks wide, getting a perfect view at the hole, a wave of arousal overcoming him as he laid eyes on that hot sight. It too looked different than his or Karl’s in colour but not at all less tempting and delicate. It wasn’t rosy but darker than the surrounding skin and almost no hair grew around it. Nothing compared to his own hairy arse. The biologist had already noticed that although the men of the island did have some body hair, pubes for instance, it was considerably, significantly less than the body hair that European men grew.

 

Watson moved his head up and dug right into it. Burying his face between those arse-cheeks, pressing his tongue against the man’s anus, licking it, drawing patterns around it, one of his hands stimulating Yuma’s dick at the same time he was rimming him. The stubble on Theo’s face were rubbing against the other’s skin, while he greedily ate the man’s arse, his tongue prodding the anus, shoving itself inside, swirling around there, penetrating Yuma’s hole, letting out some moans while tongue fucking the handsome man.

[aominecchi]

Under the scorching sun, with nature being their witness, their bare bodies making contact almost felt like committing a great sin in front of Yuma's ancestors. It wasn't prejudice. Well, the British may believe so -judging on what Theodore had told him about their culture, but what Yuma thought at the moment was completely different; A foreigner and him. As in, he, the Chief's only son who is supposed to be a good example for the whole tribe. For their prosperity, he should obey and marry another tribe's daughter without protest for the sake of peace. However, Yuma is doing the exact opposite of that.

 

Perhaps, his thoughts are clouded by Theodore's capable techniques. Whether it was the brunet's fingers, hands or tongue, Yuma couldn't decide what was his favorite. He had been shown so much, and yet he knew so little on how to please the other. It didn't seem a fair trade at all. At least, not until Theodore proposed to him with a whisper that suggested they should lie opposite of each other. A whisper that, in the manner that was accomplished, sent shivers down Yuma's spine and caused his erection to be wanting more. The words weren't even vulgar. Surely, the British must have a word for their genitals, therefore, why is Theodore avoiding to phrase it?

 

Yuma wouldn't ponder about it. As they kissed, he excitedly ran his arms to the brunet's back and hugged him, slightly pulling away in uneasiness at the other's teeth tasted his lips. If he were to describe it, Theodore seemed similar to a wild and hungry beast. And of course him, was the prey. On the other hand, Yuma was a romantic. His actions radiated that feeling, as he would carefully lay the brunet down and then gently kiss him on the lips, savoring the feeling. No tongue. That kind of kiss felt different somehow, yet he could not explain the reason. Though, when Yuma indeed knelt down with much anticipation to what would follow, he certainly wasn't ready for his body to spasm uncontrollably when Theodore would quite literally taste him. Numerous moans followed, many of which were suppressed by his own hand as he felt embarrassed. Yuma couldn't even begin to touch the other's organ; he simply closed his eyes tight and let his lower half free and at Theodore's control.

 

Which, thinking about it, may have been a really bad decision.

 

"Ah." Yuma audibly whimpered as the British man stopped taking him in his mouth after a while, leaving his erection hanging. Unsatisfied. Again, dripping pre-cum as he had to deal with the sexual frustration. "Is- Is this torture?" He uttered under his breath and just as he was about to turn and complain, Theodore dared to spread his arse wide, revealing his hole. At the action, Yuma's body immediately froze. Though, the brunet wasn't hindered in the slightest, he even begun to lick that forbidden place. "Ho-ho-hold on!" Yuma stuttered in shock once he realized the situation as he attempted to crawl forward in order to escape and then turned his head towards Theodore, with his ass still hanging on the air. "You can't do that!" He gulped and then attempted to explain his reasoning. "I... I am a man." Obviously. "I can't bare children! And that... that... that place. Um... It's dirty. You really shouldn't..." Ah, youth. Doesn't even know how corrupted the world is. Yuma's innocent mind cannot comprehend how sex between men works.

[-Hideki-]

Theo had found it hot and cute at the same time how much the other apparently to his own surprise was into having his cock sucked. Who didn’t like having his cock sucked? The Englishman wanted or rather had planned that the other would suck him off too but apparently Yuma who was moaning and uncontrollably thrusting his hips, straining Watson’s throat quite some was not capable of doing much anything other than being consumed by the intense feeling of pleasure the tightness of the brunette’s throat caused him to feel and letting out his lusty, sexy voice unrestrained.

 

He didn’t mind much though and didn’t let it stop himself from moving on to giving the man a rimmjob next. But oh boy he didn’t get far. Had the islander totally been into getting head Theodore couldn’t do much more than to enter his tongue, moving it slightly before the black haired male called for him to hold on quickly crawling away from him! Rather surprised the British moved to sit up as he was sensing a conversation to be ahead, looking at the other with his green eyes questioningly, wanting to know what the issue was, why he was retreating from him and stopping him from pleasuring him further.

 

It was followed by the other exclaiming that the Englishman couldn’t do that with a gulp that showed his panic and how uncomfortable he was. Watson’s eyebrows were narrowing a frown starting to appear on his face. “Why can’t I?” he asked, wanting to understand the sudden rejection but he had barely articulated the words when the other uttered an explanation. Starting off by reminding the foreigner that he was a man, in case he had forgotten or something!

 

“Yes, I am aware!” Theodore pointed out with a raised eyebrow. “And quite the man you are!” he added in an appreciative manner of the other man’s manhood and masculinity of his physique. Showing that him being a man wasn’t an aspect that spoke against doing this but was one of the aspects he was attracted to as he obviously wouldn’t do that with a woman. Apparently that didn’t convince the other or eased his concerns in the slightest as he kept going on and this time the Englishman couldn’t hold onto himself and let out a snorting laugh.

 

A smile was on his lips looking into those ashen eyes hearing the handsome male arguing that he couldn’t get pregnant. “Thank you for the information I wouldn’t have known without you. That of course changes everything.” The brunette remarked sarcastically. “Of course you can’t you cute dork.” The brunette stated. “I am a biologist I am very aware that men can’t get pregnant.” He ensured him. “I assure you I wasn’t going to try to impregnate you. I want to make you feel good! If I stimulate your prostate you’ll feel great pleasure and I want to pleasure you, I want to demonstrate and express my desire and passion for you, that’s all. It’s not about breeding offspring, it’s about sharing pleasure and intimacy.” The man explained feeling a little awkward saying all that stuff already but it was nothing compared to what followed.

 

The next statement of Yuma’s, that he really shouldn’t do that to his anus, that this place was dirty and in consequence that his action was dirty made Theodore Watson flush the colour of a papaver rhoeas and a cold shudder of shame and guilt was shaking his thin body and he averted his eyes, not able to look at the other man anymore. This nagging feeling of guilt and shame, that his feelings for men, that this act, that act he had done with Karl over and over again and which he had enjoyed and loved and what he had tried to share with Yuma, yet another male, was dirty, sinful, something one shall not do if one didn’t want to burn in hell, not want to be an evil deviant took over and made it seem like he could already feel hellfire on his skin although he wasn’t believing in hell once more. He knew what the church had done to men like him in the past and his mind painted a picture of himself being burned at the stake, the flames devouring his feet and legs first and consuming him alive more and more.

 

Even those called savages and uncivilised by his people found him dirty, found him savage. He felt ashamed and it hurt! Although he didn’t want to admit it and he felt like he wasn’t really able to face the other. “I….” he started but didn’t finish. He couldn’t say he was sorry because he wasn’t sorry for having shoved his tongue up the other’s arse. He wanted to eat his arse and then pound him senseless still… but the guilt was back again also at the same time… but still couldn’t kill that feeling of desire and lust, of wanting to bury his penis that was dropping its head as he was losing his erection due to the unpleasant conversation, into Yuma’s tight, tempting hole!

 

Nervously and not knowing what to do Theodore scratched his hairy leg, sitting naked on that carpet, trying to handle this, the rejection, the guilt… the situation. “Well….” he started. “If you don’t fancy that and don’t want me to do anything to your arse I could continue to suck you off. You quite enjoyed that and I… I rather like… you know…sucking dick!” if he could have flushed any redder he would have and it was like the hellfire was getting him again, he could almost hear the bells of the church at home ring to announce his punishment to the decent, pious folks of his town. ‘Look at the Lord’s son, he’s an abomination that disgraced and dishonoured the name of his family for generations to come’. He heard the reverend scream.

 

“Or I can just sink into the ground and die of shame.” He said rubbing the carpet with his hand, still looking to the side, too afraid to look at the other fearing the judgemental gaze of the native who’d condemned him.

[aominecchi]

Ah, this wasn't the desired result. Seeing Theodore sulk after being rejected felt like a stab to the heart. Yuma was unsure, however, he sensed an underlying issue with the nature of their relationship. Tiny bits from what he had heard, on how the British condemn such actions between men, and how the brunet seemed uncomfortable expressing himself with 'lewd' words. Apparently, they should have been struck by lighting for going so far. Well, Yuma's reasons certainly weren't religious. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, turning and crawling towards Theodore. The poor boy was trembling from head to toe! And yet, he approached the other, his ashen eyes falling into Theodore's hairy chest out of embarrassment. "You are too forward?" Yuma admits, implying he is scared of the man's advantages. Moreover a man. "I've never offered my body to anyone." He then continued as he raised his arms, attempting to cup Theodore's cheeks and bring him even closer. "But I trust you. You've showed me so much and I, in comparison, know so little. Please? Do not take this the wrong way."

 

Were his words enough? Did they even get through despite the cultural barrier? Yuma let out a soft sigh before closing his eyes and then attempted to gently press his lips against Theodore's. If words were not enough, then his actions shall be.

 

If there was a positive feedback, Yuma would insert his tongue inside and sloppily lick the mouth's inner walls. Wanting to battle with the brunet's tongue and copy his movements. Slowly, but steady, he would then lower his lips to the others back and lick it. Once he would find a tender spot, Yuma would gently and playfully bite on it while awaiting for a reaction. How could he relay the message, that he is very much interested in the foreigner. So much in fact, that he is willing to do something 'dirty' in his eyes. "Instruct me."[/] Yuma ordered in a strict tone, as if demanding to be taught. His desire for Theodore was apparent. So was his erection, which had grew back. "Not the sucking thing?"[/] He felt the need to point out, since this time it was his turn to please the brunet.

 

Whatever hidden problem was within Theodore's mind, Yuma would make sure to surface it sooner or later. It was obvious that the other feared something. Unfortunately, Yuma couldn't tell what. Instead, he decided to make the British man feel wanted if not needed. Not even once had he viewed their course as a sin. Not once did he regret their interactions. What he did regret though, was to momentarily reject Theodore due to his manliness. " What can I do for you in order to please you?" Yuma asked again because he wanted to make sure Theodore didn't feel rejected. This was but a mere misunderstanding.

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It struck him and he looked up to Yuma with a blank stare when the other told him that he was too forward. Too forward? Him? How did that fit? Theodore who tried to suppress his desires and feelings for men as good as he could. Who did his best to refrain from it because he feared the consequences. The same man who had dug his fingernails into his desk in university when Karl had actually stood before him to keep himself from touching the man. The guy had never made the first step so far was now being called out on being too forward.

 

As absurd as it seemed in the first moment the brunette could see it. He had been incredibly forward compared to how he had acted back in England. Watson had been bold even. He had unleashed what he had suppressed for that long because he had felt safe to do so this far away from home, from the influence of the church and the British law. This place had given him the illusion of freedom for a moment and he had gotten carried away by it and apparently scared the islander.

 

A slightly defeated, soft look appeared on the brunette male’s face when the handsome dark haired fellow told him that he had never given himself to anyone before, cupping Theo’s scratchy cheeks with his hands. The Brit leaned his face into those hands, looking into the ashen eyes while he heard the other say that he trusted him, that he had shown him so much and that he seemed to know so much and the other man felt like he knew little compared to the biologist. “The more I seek knowledge, the more I figure out and try to understand, the more I feel like I actually know nothing. Isn’t it paradox? I don’t feel like I showed you a lot at all.” He said quietly. “And I am sorry to have overwhelmed you.” The man added a little sheepishly.

 

 

It eased him and made the tension and nervousness that had overtaken him vanish when he could feel the man’s warm lips on his own and Theo returned the kiss. It was a little shy at first but gradually got more passionate and longing after the biologist had let the other man’s tongue enter his mouth and let his own tongue roam free inside of Yuma’s. When the kiss broke his lips were still tingling and he felt abandoned as he didn’t want to disconnect, he wanted to get even closer, feel him more and the dark haired indigenous man did get closer again, demonstrating him that he wasn’t rejecting him, that he was desiring him. Considering the signal he had send by that hastily retreating from him had been another one but the other made it clear that he hadn’t intended to reject him by embracing him.

 

Fire was lit again inside of Watson when he felt the other man kissing and biting the skin on his neck. His blood was starting to rush again and a spark was shooting through him when Yuma’s tongue pressed onto a nerve, a sensitive spot. It led Theo to let out a sharp gasp and he felt how he slowly got turned on again, laying his head to the side a little to give the other more space to caress his neck while Theodore’s hand was travelling up the other man’s stomach to his chest, his eyes closed, enjoying the sensual touch.

 

His eyes opened immediately and froze when he heard the other man demand him to instruct him as it made him nervous again. Did the other want him to verbalise all of this? He must have been joking! Theodore wasn’t so sure if he could speak that obscenely. Never had he to say those things out loud. To spell out the desires deemed dark by society. Whenever Karl and him had done it there had been no communication about it. They had let their animal instincts run free, they may had physically guided each other but that had been it. They also had never talked about any of it afterwards. They had just gone back to talking biology or philosophy if they hadn’t fallen asleep.

 

Yuma however seemed eager for the Englishman to spell it out. To actually tell him what he’d like him to do, what he’d fine pleasurable as he asked another time. The red on his face was almost permanent by now as he looked into that handsome face. There was so much he wanted him to do and to do to him. But not only wasn’t he sure if he’d even be able to tell the other without dying of shame he also feared that he’d scare the man away, that he’d overwhelm him again and he didn’t want that to happen.

 

“How about… to re-establish proper circumstances again….” he suggested nodding into the direction of his dick that hadn’t gone hard again properly. “There are a variety of possible ways to do that. You could, if you didn’t mind… well service me the same way I did you…” he still hoped that the other would suck his cock too. “And then we’ll see… it’ll depend on what you are comfortable with and what not.” He said. There was definitely things they could do without it involving Yuma’s arse but it was only so much. There wouldn’t be penetrative sex between them if the other didn’t like or wasn’t comfortable with having his arse fucked.