Forest
Forest was actually very light but there were dark places, scaring travelers. Most often these places were impassable, avoided, terrible stories were told about them, which frighten even the narrators themselves and their listeners, forgetting as recently they went there and didn’t see anything like it. Terrible whispers were carried like by wind and people began to forget that Forest is light and only a few places in him are dark and impassable. Although this is not entirely true, they are impassable not for everyone. There were people who easily overcame the darkness and the blend of the branches and the roots. Nobody considered how many such people existed and therefore it seemed they were just a few, although, if you had the goal, the peace of mind and the knowledge Forest was light, you could pass this dark patch and even couldn’t realize you were in it. Forest protects who entered him. And he was hiding from many ones his dark patches, but there were ones who came in, without asking, enlightening his darkness, and couldn’t get out, until Forest spits them out. He liked the first ones and disliked the others.
And Forest didn’t know how to take on Hunter, who hunted very rarely, who didn’t aspire to his darkness, and didn’t illuminate it if came in it, and never strayed there.
Hunter began to bring Friend to Forest. And Forest froze when he’d seen him. He was beautiful. He smiled, and Forest began to bloom embarrassed. Forest sneaks up and overhears conversations of Hunter and his Friend. They didn’t talk much, but it was always very capacious, and Hunter’s Friend does it moreover beautiful. He spun a web of the words and sang like the best birds. Forest guarded Hunter’s Friend, although he didn’t need it. Friend came not often and Forest always with impatience waited for him. Once he heard Hunter said about it his Friend and blushed instantly. Two men noticed this, and good and smiled affably at Forest, and as leaving, Friend said that he was flattered and gently stroked the bark of some tree. Forest realized this gentle touch dedicated to him only, but he couldn’t take it, and only by the echo of the tree’s emotion got how wonderful it was. And Forest roared!
He was like drunk, about a week. He rocked the treetops, twisted paths and roads, changed himself and circled the travelers in a whirlpool. Without Hunter, it was not possible to get out for them. He was like that until Friend came again, surprised and worried, and Forest froze, listening to his words.
“What’s happening?”
“I can only assume this is love.” tired Hunter sat down on the path and looked up at Friend.
«How touching,» whispered Friend and sat down next to Hunter and immediately realized that Forest obligingly laid under him a path of the soft moss. «Thank you,» he said, looking at the nearest tree.
“He isn’t in the trees. I mean, and in them too, but you shouldn’t talk to the trees.» Hunter wanted to say something else about Forest, but he glanced at Friend, and seeing the waiting with the misunderstanding, and said not that he wanted, “speak to up, I I’ll try to explain better later. He just humbled me. It’s like breathing fumes, when you didn’t drink, but drunk. And the main thing — is a wild desire to kiss you out.”
Friend smiled and hugged Hunter’ shoulders.
“So, what?”
“That He wants to kiss you, and I’m just under his dope whole week.”
“Does he feel through you?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe a little. As through trees.” Hunter didn’t look at Friend, saying, he looked at space, trying to catch the answer to the question.
“He’s here?”
“He is always here when you are near”
A tree next to them flared blood-red foliage.
Friend laughed, beautifully and kindly, he finally turned to Forest with a laugh, saying he sees him. And Forest blossomed!
«You’re driving us crazy,» Hunter whispered in a dull voice.
Friend looked at him and Forest saw how frightened he was.
“You are quite pale, come with me.”
Forest, too, was frightened. He didn’t want Hunter to be ill, he just was with him for a long time, and he also trusted him, so when he blossomed, blushed and rustled, he trustfully passed it on Hunter. But Hunter was not a tree, he could not react like them, and, therefore, from his dope, he was knocked out of reality and the whole essence wanted to change. And if Hunter wasn’t what he was, he would have become a tree a long ago, perhaps, the only blooming tree in the dark corners of Forest.
Friend led in Hunter home and put him in a bed, made by Hunter from a large bench with a pile of fur instead of mattresses, sheets and blankets.
«You are so handsome and kind,» Hunter said in a half-conscious state.
Friend chuckled:
“Yes, I am. I’m like that.” he gently touched Hunter’s forehead with his hand, he could never even imagine Hunter like that. Of course, Hunter repeatedly stated Friend is beautiful, but it has always been a fact, which Friend must remember. And now, as Hunter spoke in unconscious condition these tender words, in his voice was tenderness, he couldn’t imagine it ever, he would rather imagine himself like that, than this lump of facts. «You are terribly feverish, my Friend.»
A Friend caressed Hunter on the head and Forest quietly rustled from the caress that came to him. Yes, it was for Hunter, but there was so much that Forest could catch it for himself.
“Your lips spin a web,” gave another compliment Hunter.
“Sorry, what?” Friend leaned slightly to hear the words better. He was very worried about Hunter, but at the same time his wonderful delirium made him laugh. For Friend his own beauty was too bright, it was impossible to deny it, it was impossible to say modestly: «well, you, you just flatter me.» It was like a huge red circle on a white background. It couldn’t be overlooked. It was very huge. It was ridiculous to conceal it, even if to hide the body and face under a pile of clothes and masks, he was like the embodiment of the beauty in the gait, in the voice, in the movements. All he could do just not to splash himself around. Only with Hunter, he could not restrain himself, he could spread his beauty, absorbing, and Hunter didn’t fall prostrate. He, of course, was exhilarating his head, but at the same time Hunter remained himself, could speak, could think and could look at him without trying to rush to him in a voluptuous impulse. Friend saw how Hunter got drunk from him and didn’t understand how Hunter manages to remain calm and adjust in this state. Even now weak and drugged, he was a hundred times calmer than those he used to meet in his life. Hunter only spoke but did not try to possess. For Friend it was Hunter who was properly handsome. He was handsome without an overabundance. His beauty was cold, stone, a little heavy. He was like a revived stone warrior, with valor and honor on his face, can’t be said in other words. He was suited in everything, like any sculpture, depicting a warrior to strive and imitate it.
“You’re spinning words like cobwebs. I hear it.” Hunter explained his compliment.
“It’s more pleasant than hearing all the time that your voice is like silver. Okay, I’ll make tea.”
“No,” Hunter grabbed Friend for clothes, “don’t leave.”
“I’m not leaving, I’ll just make a tea.” Friend thought and said at the window, “I will not leave.”
Hunter let him go.
Hunter’s house was the coziest for Friend. He liked the simplicity and asceticism of this home. Nothing superfluous, only necessary. A bed-bench, a hearth in the middle of the room with scattered fur-skins to sit comfortably. One wall was with hooks, where kitchen utensils hung, and sometimes there were herbs, which his Friend asked occasionally. Ones were needed to just drink as tea, others to treat people. The most luxurious place in the house was a bathroom. When you looked at Hunter, you would become quite sure that the man washed himself under the rain once a year, but he was a gentleman, who liked to luxuriate in the bath. Although Friend couldn’t remember the moment when Hunter at least once appeared in it. The bath itself was an old, tin and covered with a white sheet, whether to not burn, or to look cleaner. Friend generally amused such an object in Hunter’s house like a sheet.
The kettle boiled pretty quickly. But Hunter was already lost in a feverish dream. Friend assured he was breathing, carefully non-touching the body, covered the fur-skin as the blanket and went out with a mug on the porch.
“Let’s get to know you at last,” taking a sip, he said into the bright space and heady smiled at drunk Forest.
Forest blossomed. He was bright and white with flowers on the branches of his trees and no matter what kind they were at the beginning, at that moment these trees became blooming.
“Incredible beauty,” evaluated Friend with the delight surrounding him and the whiteness of the petals became pink at once.
“Stop being embarrassed! To be beautiful is normal!” he told Forest words he once was said by Hunter.
Forest rustled in response, as if laughed.
“When he tells me about you, he is shining. I even envied you, in the beginning, you can see him this way all the time, but I only at the moments when we talk with him about you.
Near Friend the tree was showered with petals, at the feet of Friend.
“Oh, don’t worry. I have already changed envy to joy. Why spend yourself to envy, if you can rejoice he finally began to shine. He likes you very much. He is like a reflection of himself in you.”
And Friend fell silent, it was evident he wanted to say something else, but either didn’t dare, or thought how to do it in the best way.
It was enough for Forest, he enjoyed looking at Friend, he liked the web, flowing from his lips, as well, and the fact this web was all presented to him. Forest became richer and brighter. And he, without noticing, enjoyed Friend delightfully, but whole. He examined him from all sides, touched with the wind and didn’t feel the rejection. Friend accepted him, allowed to touch the hair, hands, cheeks, lips. Although when Forest touched his lips, Friend smiled a little wryly, as if he was laughing at these childish manipulations, but he didn’t turn away, and didn’t grimace. And Forest began to calm down. He realized that Friend won’t leave, he would not leave him even if he would go for 1000 kilometers. And Forest wouldn’t leave Friend either. Friend wasn’t like Hunter, but he allowed Forest to be inside him. And at that moment they both seemed to get drunk. One from a dazzling living beauty, other one from a living, unhidden, pure life. And in this headiness, they sat together for a long time next to each other, until Hunter almost fell out of the doorway.
“Are you having sex?” hoarsely asked he nowhere and looking into the turbid eyes of Friend added – “be a friend, bring the water.”
And he fell into the darkness of the doorway back. It took a few seconds, to Friend come to himself. Forest too. And both could not exactly say that they were shocked more, the received beauty or the unexpected appearance of Hunter.
Friend found Hunter in the bathroom. It was already dark, and it was quite easy to find him by the lightest room.
Friend never noticed in Hunter’s house a shelf with candles. And it was quite difficult to imagine Hunter had candles, although he had seen, more than once, how Hunter did it, in his past house. Falling torches suited better to this warrior. Although now the warrior was like a broken doll. Still pale, with closed eyes, covered with sweat, he lay in an empty bath. And what most of all frightened Friend is his perfect pallor. To become pale is possible variously, Hunter turned pale, like a man who is about to go into other worlds. And if he wouldn’t open his eyes and smiled faintly, Friend couldn’t have vouched he wouldn’t be screaming like at a funeral.
“The water is cold” warned he this half-dead corpse.
“Pour!”
Friend shrugged his shoulders:
“There is a hot kettle, for any case.”
He poured water gently into Hunter’s legs to not immediately immerse him in cold spring water.
“It’s really cold. Carry the kettle.”
Friend laughed sadly at the words of Hunter crouched next to him and gently stroked his hair, which had fallen into a pile.
“Let me do everything right, just trust me.”
“I have, for a long time already, very long time ago” said Hunter weakly.
Friend opened the window and put out a bucket. Forest obediently and with a desire immediately responded to this call, opening a hot spring.
“I know, you said Forest can’t be used to please, it is necessary to accept him and listen to. But he doesn’t mind helping. You just should ask, sometimes.
Hunter laughed:
“Didn’t you notice that happens exactly with you?”
Friend fell to the thoughts, filling the tub:
“I was completely sure that this happens most often with you. Move over.”
“Where are you going?”
“To you. I promised to do everything right. And it will be right if I’m near you. I know what I’m talking about, I am a healer here, not you.» The wind brought the smell of some herbs through the open window, “thank you,” said Friend to Forest for that, «that’s exactly right.” And, catching the very meaningful look of Hunter, added, “yes, we are now friends. He… he’s extraordinary! And we… you know, it’s like a second heart in the chest, something absolutely incredible!”
And Forest also rustled in an intoxicating way.
«You’ll both kill me with your beauty.» Whisper Hunter on whom the whole beauty of Friend and the whole infinity of Forest poured with a new wave.
Friend just laughed, undressing and moving the rock to get behind him. Then gently laid his head on his shoulder and whispered:
“Have a rest, we will try not to do that more today.”
Friend carefully soaped the body of Hunter. Although this was not even cautious but researching. He remembered only three times, when he saw Hunter naked. The first time was like a dope, in the village still were talking about it, it became almost a legend. And maybe it was the only time when no one spoke about him. Hunter came for spring games from some small village next to the distant mountains. There were few ones who went there and rarely came from there. Hunter came because he was young and curious. Before the games he lived somewhere far away on the outskirts and no one saw him, only the old washerwoman, who was going to those places at work, kept telling her daughter she should give a hard look to that man and stop fooling herself with this healer. The daughter laughed at her mother, then no one could think there was someone no less bright than Friend.
At the spring games it all started with the breaking of ice on the river, and then the races, obstacles. Friend never participated in it, because he knew too well how these games end for some. He didn’t want to force himself into possible pneumonia.
The participants gathered behind the bend of the river, and they could not be seen from the village, and from there they entered the river, breaking the ice with their hands and bodies, and had to swim to the symbolic gates of the winter world or the dead’s one, to the world of spring, heat and living.
The start was given, the spectators saw the pigeons flying in and watched them from the invisible place of the start to the gates to which they had sat, cooing, there wasn’t anything to look at and Friend wouldn’t look away from the birds settling comfortably on the arc of the gate if someone didn’t shout:
— Look!
And that he saw was absolutely incredible. A man was swimming in the middle of the river. He floated, breaking the ice with his hands. In this situation everything was incredible. And that he appeared so quickly, and the fact that he was in the middle, no one ever swam there, everyone tried to stay closer to the shore, because it was easier, even in the warmest spring there were no daredevils who would have decided to do so. And the fact he really swam. He tossed his arms like wings, beat the ice in front of him and swam without stopping.
At the beginning, everyone was noisy, shouting, asking something, and then just froze and fell silent, watching the approach of God. Sometimes Friend thought about it, if Hunter understood, at that moment he already become the legend and a god from the legends? Did he even understand how people perceived him, those, who saw his swimming?
Friend remembered each detail of that day. He remembered how Hunter came ashore and when he saw his smile highlighted everything around. He saw, of course, more than a smile, but no one ever swam to the gate smiling, it was especially strange to see it from a man whose cubits in blood, and this one smiled, as if he had brought the spring from that world. He shone with the sun at the people, grabbed the towel, wiped off and ran on. But still his appearance was so far in Friend’s memories like a slowly played record. He was removing the hair from his face, his eyes were sparkling with crystal gray, his smile, the turn of his shoulders, like wings straightening, the muscular hands with flowing blood from wounds caused by ice, the chest like a stone wall. Here, he straightened up and it was impossible not to see he was completely naked. Never, neither before nor after, no one else climbed into the icy water without pants, and it was as if he didn’t know another way. And most importantly, his manhood looked as if he came out from a warm bath, but not from the cold waters of the river, it even didn’t squeeze! «What this guy mad from?» flashed the thought in Friend’s head, but quickly went away, because this mountain of muscles began to move, as if showing strong legs, and when he ran to the obstacle line — the excellent buttocks as well.
Friend recovered his sense only when he realized he was almost the only person who didn’t rush after Hunter, as others, to the obstacle line to watch how Hunter would jump, run and crawl over it. He was surprised indeed there was any sense to continue these games, because the winner was already known, and he was clear at the very moment when he threw off all his clothes and swam to the middle of the river. How could you continue to compete with him? If he participated and saw this, he honestly would go home to keep sleeping. How can you actually compete with God? How can you even admit you can somehow reach out him?
Oh, this beautiful image of God with bloody hands, with water and ice flown down his body, how often he was a dream for girls? And not only for the girls …
Forest sweetly rustled outside the window, Hunter painfully groaned, shuffling into Friend. And Friend as soon as possible hid a sexual picture of Hunter’s first appearance. Forest, too, froze.
Friend carefully began to wash the soap off the body of Hunter, grinned to his own thoughts at the memory of the second meeting with the naked Hunter. In this form, he appeared at him in the winter, a long time after his appearance in the village… He returned from some unknown land, and the head of the village immediately allowed him to go to the warm bathhouse. Friend was walking toward him, when he jumped out of the door into the snow and gave his face to the snowflakes. From him flew a steam, he looked like a God again, amid the clouds, again he sunny smiled when he saw Friend.
Hunter wasn’t shy about his naked body, he just didn’t demonstrate it, although it was something to show. He didn’t even take his shirt off once more. So, when he was building his house in Forest, it was both a grief and a joy at the same time. A grief, because such bridegroom got away into nowhere, and a joy, he was half-naked, and his body, shiny with sweat, just aroused a predatory sexuality, when you could see that? But, perhaps, only Friend and the daughter of the head knew what can be more beautiful. That was the moment when he asked to give him a water and drinks greedily, selflessly, spilling water on himself, pouring out the leftovers onto himself, and his pants sticked to the body and became a second skin.
If he asked that girl to suck him, she would have done it right then, not caring about anything and, even without regrets in the future.
There was an interesting detail in Hunter, when he was dressed, he was a warrior, a real great warrior. But when he was undressed, he became a god!
“Are you thinking about me?” suddenly asked Hunter, slightly turning his head towards Friend.
«Yes,» said Friend, a little stiff from sudden.
Hunter grunted.
“It’s just quite strange to sit naked in the bathtub, close eyes and see myself naked again, feeling sexual impulses to myself, and having a giddy of myself.”
«Forgive me, I’ll try to be more discreet.»
Forest rustled something alike in response.
“I’m pleased, you see me so beautiful.”
Friend, who was washing off the remains of soap from Hunter’s shoulder stopped, looked at him in amazement, and laughed. Sincerely, frankly, as if Hunter made a good joke. And suddenly Forest also burst out laughing. Hunter, who only emerged from the waves of the admiration and got at least some shade on his skin except white, was again under blatant happiness. If he wouldn’t lay already he would have fallen immediately. It was incredibly difficult for him to restrain himself on the surface of the reality, when he was overwhelmed with the double force, but he held on, because he couldn’t ask to stop spreading the waves of the happiness. Why he was needed at all, if with him the beautiful ones couldn’t open and sincerely cheer with the whole heart?
“How can you be like that? You see the beauty and appreciate it, and not seeing it in yourself?”
“I just never need it. I mean, I haven’t such problem. It’s you had to accept your beauty, as it is. Not I. Will you help me up? I both have strengths from you, and absolutely haven’t them.”
“Looking at you, I would never say you even have a towel. Moreover, a white and fluffy one! How is it, you sleep on fur-skins, but wipe with a completely royal towel?”
Hunter grunted.
“I would like to notice you were wiping me by it, I just wrapped up in it. Give me your shoulder and bring me to the teapot.”
Friend noted Hunter returned a pale, but still the color on his face. Lips and cheeks ceased to look like he was smeared in a chalk. Led to the hearth, Hunter sat down, leaning on the bench, service-laden by Friend.
“This is a gift and I really like it. Bring me meat from the glacier, just tea is not enough.
“The sheet is also a gift?”
“No, it’s mine. Still from the house.”
“And the candles?”
“What wrong with candles? I’m not an animal and I am not from ancient times. I use what gives development. For the light here are candles, or will you make me burn the beam?”
“I would make you to torch!”
“We would die here because of fume” Hunter laughed, “give me meat, I will fry it myself.”
Friend looked suspiciously at Hunter.
«I am able to keep meat on fire,» he replied in response.
“As you know.”
“Where did you put my trunk?”
“It’s on the shelf. Are you going to smear me with something?”
“Of course. I told you that I’ll do it right. So, I’ll smear you, heat up and make sure you’re alive.” Said Friend getting to the shelf and pulling off from there a small trunk with things, which could be useful for Hunter, one day, if something happens to him.
When he turned to him, he saw Hunter was quietly laughing.
“Admit it, you are pleased I am weak, and you can do anything with me.”
«I could always do anything with you,» said Friend a little narrowing at him, and grinning.
“But you didn’t it ever!” Hunter smiled, satisfied placing among the fur-skins, as if he sat on a throne.
Forest laughed, Friend smiled predatory, and Hunter groaned exasperatedly and put forward the palm of his hand, as if defending himself.
“Stop it, I will not do it again.” He laughed weakly at the situation, “I’m tired, I’m very tired today. Please, have pity on meб” he reached out his hand to Friend, slightly touching his face with his fingers, “you can do it, unlike him.” — The hand fell limp in the fur, “take the meat off the fire, or it will burn.”
Friend thought again: «What are you made from?»
When he watched Hunter collect himself from the pieces, restored, like after a frenzy. He fed him with his hands, holding his heavy head. It wasn’t the first time Hunter ate from his hands, not the first time he drank. Once, completely intoxicated with mead and sexual desires, on the night of the bonfires, he dug his lips only to drink a cherry tincture from his mouth, and then picked up two girls and circled them over the fire. Hunter could do frankly sexual things, completely without giving them this meaning. Others, looking at his actions, could see a candid sex, but Hunter didn’t try to do it like that, he just did as convenient. It was convenient to swim naked, so, he swam, he wanted to drink and saw how Friend drank, so, he approached and sipped from his mug or, as with a cherry tincture, from his mouth, because the mug was empty.
It was as if he didn’t hide anything inside, had no undercovered thoughts, as a warrior should be, with honor and valor.
Then Friend rubbed oil into his skin from soothing herbs to Hunter be able to sleep without dreams and his heart didn’t beat like mallets in a watch. He rubbed it over the back, the chest, even over the feet. For the complete relaxation of Hunter, as his muscles were compressed like springs, as if he was about to jump up and run. Because of the monotony of Friend’s actions and the cradle of Forest, Hunter quickly fell asleep near the hearth on the floor. Friend everywhere extinguished the fire, Forest launched into the house fireflies creating a starry sky under the roof. Forest bathed in the bliss and gave bliss to two, suddenly become native to him, people. Friend covered Hunter and himself with a fur-skin, embraced him as close as possible. He gave him his warmth and strength and could only hope that this gift will be accepted by the warrior.
In the deep of the night Hunter sat up abruptly and listened up.
“What?” muttered Friend, trying to open his eyes.
“Sleep, I’ll be back soon.” As if there was no that day in a faint-spirited state, he was again alive and predator-sexual in each his movements. “Someone lost his way in the darkness, I’ll get out him and come back.”
“Ok. But come back soon, just throw them into a swamp. There is no need to walk in the woods at night.”
With a quiet laugh, Hunter ran out of the house. He was still slightly shaking, but he already controlled himself, especially thinking about people whom he must get out from the enamored Forest, eating the waves of the beauty. And as soon as possible, otherwise they will never be themselves again.
Friend sweetly stretched, feeling his slightly stiff body, and threw himself across an improvised bed. He tried to fall asleep again under the smells of herbs and feeling Hunter on his chest but felt the presence of Forest next to him.
“Lie down near, you will not occupy much of a place anyway.”
Hunter really returned quickly, though scratched with fingernails and branches. Friend and Forest waited for him sitting on the doorstep and sipping coffee. This was a cozy beautiful home picture.
“Why are you sitting here?” Hunter sat down next to them, after he rolled down the slope.
He still couldn’t take them calmly, they rocked him with their splendor. And although he didn’t throw more longer in all directions, from the feelings of Forest and didn’t sink to the gap in the chest, from the beauty of Friend, they still acted on him, allowing him to simply sometimes take in air for breathing.
“Did you sink them all?” asked Friend, watching the ornamented Hunter and pretending he hadn’t heard the question.
“No,” laughed the warrior, taking a mug of coffee, that silently stretched Friend.
Forest has been suspiciously quiet for a long time.
“Guys, you are so frankly secret from me something, I do not know where to get to.”
“We had here…” Friend fell into his thought, choosing words, “something.”
“I am glad for you!”
“Not this!” Friend snarled menacingly, “exactly This wasn’t there!”
Forest suddenly fell into a fog.
“So, you had something here that was not over. So?”
“We had an offer.”
Hunter, drinking coffee, waited for the offer to be announced, but neither the misty Forest nor the scowling Friend intended to do this. He had already understood what the proposal was, because it was just impossible to hide the thoughts, if you connected with thinking ones, but he patiently waited for when they would finally deign to tell him this, or, at least, openly show. The misty Forest touched his forehead.
«Well, you, I will never consider you bad.» The Hunting opened his fingers, and stroked Forest, then looked expectantly at Friend, “do you want that?”
Friend seemed to be like an open wound. He was torn between the desire to be with Hunter and the desire to be with Forest, and most importantly, he couldn’t get, how he would distinguish one from another, afterwards.
«I’ll do it right,» said Hunter, sparkling the gray crystals of his eyes.
“Aah!”
Friend’s scream was indignant, he even swung a mug on Hunter, but didn’t commit any action, just got up and went into the fog in a beautifully indignant manner.
“Stop, you fool! Stop!” Hunter, laughing, rushed after him, “what difference who of us will be with you, if I am a part of Forest? If you want, I can make him the part of me.”
Friend and Forest threw in him waves of the curiosity, Hunter immediately swung, “calm down, I’ll tell and show.” He put forward his hands to keep himself on his feet, “did you choose?”
“Show it!” asked Friend.
“Now I’m the part of Forest, you know me that way, you were with me today, hugged me,” Hunter came to Friend and kissed him, “you kissed me.”
Forest rustled, Friend looked at Hunter in confusion. He remembered the taste of Hunter’s lips with a drunken merrymaking, now they were different. He was kissed by Hunter, but, indeed, on his lips was Forest. Forest hoppped spun, and Hunter’s eyes became drunk. Forest was inside him, Hunter responded to him, he just didn’t let him tear and grab Hunter.
“Do you want to see now how it will be other way, when Forest is the part of me?”
Friend only nodded briefly, keeping his eyes on Hunter. And firstly, he saw nothing, and even didn’t understand what had happened. And then he was covered… As if suddenly turned off the light, and then turned on hundreds of searchlights, at once.
Friend for a second even protected himself with his hands, but before him was still Hunter. Just occupying all space and he was opening, opening, and opening. Forest and Friend were covered as a dome from above and they felt it like another forest appeared. The old, huge, gray-haired Forest. And he was beautiful. He wasn’t bright, he was dark. He wasn’t frightening, he was the embodiment of fear. And there was something else in him, like the most terrible tales and the most nightmares were here, but nobody was afraid of them, they were admired, they were loved and they, without losing their danger, became beautiful and loved. Suddenly, everything disappeared, instantly squeezed to Hunter. For a while he stood, quietly waiting for the changes to reach Forest and Friend. Friend was who the first understood what happened, he heard as two hearts beat no longer in him, but in Hunter. The admiring immediately filled him, Hunter only smiled at that. Forest had moved, then froze. Trembled tops of trees and again froze. And suddenly he rushed away. Friend gasped, how steel suddenly became the look of crystal-gray eyes and felt how Forest was caught and pulled back. Forest was suffocating, and then humble got still under the admiring of Friend.
“It’s incredible!”
«You are incredible,» laughed Hunter, and his laughter rippled through Forest and Friend.
Friend was so delighted and didn’t have even a drop of the doubt about new Hunter, so Forest stopped twitching and seeking a way out. And as soon as it happened, he realized that he was actually free, he just breathed now through Hunter, saw and felt through him. And he felt, it was right, he wouldn’t want another way, but want to be the part of him.
“Hush, hush. Remain on the surface,” suddenly Hunter whispered to him and gently stroked his blond hair, “why do you grab everything at once? Well, it isn’t yours. It wasn’t for you. Why if you’ve found it you immediately grab it.”
And Forest emerged from the depths. He was still stunned, lost in space, but already was himself, without the thoughts and desires of others, hidden in the dark corners of Hunter.
«You are different,» Friend suddenly said, coming to Hunter and touching his shoulders, and then his lips.
“I’ll let you explore me, just wait a little.”
Forest scrambled out of the beauty waves, hard, it was covered by the beauty of Friend, who opened up till the end and was unthinkably beautiful, covered with his own waves of the pure infinity, covered with the admiration of Hunter and his strength, his power, his desire. He felt like a stunned fish.
«Trust me,» Hunter whispered him, «I never changed you, I never ordered you. I was obedient with you and helped you.”
And Forest finally realized who is Hunter, for him, the friend. He was his native, only thanks to the feelings of Friend, but now, with the understanding of his strength, his power and how delicate he was, how anxiously he felt about the mood of Forest, how he held back, when he was dizzied, he could do nothing, but trust him, be grateful and happy. And, at last, he sighed calmly and felt his heart still beating beside Friend’s heart, but somewhere deep in the chest of Hunter.
“Well, fine. And now you can learn me, he already can stand it.”
“I want a kiss from you.”
Hunter obediently fulfilled the wish of Friend. And Forest felt that he was trying to feel through Hunter, when he considered him his tree. The incredible absorbing bliss.
“You are different again” Friend rustled into Hunter’s lips.
“I’m always the same, just filled with different. Whom do you want the first?”
«Forgive me, Forest, I really wanted you.» Said Friend without removing his eyes off the crystal-gray abyss of Hunter, “to mix not only our minds, but also the bodies, I wanted to melt with you together. It seems to me now it is more possible than ever.”
Forest understood and accepted this. Even he felt more and wider here and could melt in Hunter to become one. He asked for permission and received it favorably. Hunter understood Forest needed the illusion of the possession, although Hunter himself absolutely unneeded it, he agreed to help, so he’ll help. Especially in this case, the help is truly beautiful.
“Kiss me.”
“Only kiss?” smiled Hunter
“As you like, you promised to do everything right.”
Friend still smelled of Hunter and herbs, which could calm down nobody. But the body of Hunter, although it was saturated with them, smelled of blood and sweat, and for Friend it was the sweetest smell. With this smell, he came to him after passing the obstacles line, but then he smelled of dirt, as well, but the mud was not part of God.
«You’re driving me crazy.» Hunter’s fingers trembled treacherously as he touched Friend’s face.
“Aren’t you?! You’re worse than me, you’re yearning! You’re teasing and yearning!”
«Forgive me, it’s because I came not for you. I … » Hunter shook his head to whip off the thoughts unnecessary now, “you’re my heady pearl,” he breathed, covering Friend’s face with kisses.
Hunter threw him on the fur-skin and rejoiced he really can do everything and change the space, and take, possessing the living beauty.
Maybe, they got rid of the clothes a bit sharply, but only because they wanted each other too long and didn’t dare to admit it. And now they were striving to possess complete, unconditionally, without anything would hinder or delay them. Hunter wanted to enjoy the naked beauty at his feet, but Friend indignantly, impulsively and impatiently pulled him, saying:
“Later, you’ll have time to do it,” and hungrily dug into Hunter’s lips.
Their bodies trembled with anticipation, with voluptuousness and the smell of the heady woods.
“Take me. As is. Now,” whispered. Asked. Demanded Friend. And although Hunter wanted to do things differently, more measuredly, less painfully, but if something is requested by the beauty, you can’t refuse it, even if it is you who owns it.
Friend painfully sweetly groaned under Hunter and squeezed his skin on his shoulders tearing the recent scratches and making his own fingers dirty in his blood. He pushed with the whole body into Hunter, taking from him everything he could give and seeking to take, even more beyond that. His head was dizzying, and if his heart were not now under the control of his big brother, they would both burst apart from the happiness which was overwhelming. Friend spat out a spider’s web of moans and stretched out like a thin string came. He was covered with a wave of the pleasure and he didn’t even have time to really understand it as him covered the second one under the most sweetly-viscous sound in the world — the groan of Hunter.
Everything seemed to end too quickly. But when you wait for a long time, even these moments are enough. Hunter barely had the strength not to lean heavily on Friend sparkling with bliss. He tried to straighten up on his hands to see the beautiful one:
«It was not quite right,» he said with a deep laugh, catching the emotion of Friend.
“No matter! I waited for it too long to let you do everything perfectly. You would have tortured me with your slowness. I would be happy, but tortured. Don’t you dare leave me!” Friend hissed warningly at the movement of Hunter. And carefully began to unfold under him. “Now, you can do it right. Now I am exactly ready for this.” Whispered Friend, looking over his shoulder at God.
Hunter moaned like a wounded beast, burying his face in the neck of Friend. He gave unbridled emotions, so beautiful, that old dry snags began to bloom.
“You as a gift of the heaven to me. The magic gift of gods.”
Friend was dizzy, he became heady from himself, through the feelings of Hunter. Through slow movements, through kisses, interspersed with beautiful words, under the hoarse voice of his God and the ever-increasing rhythm. At the same time, he wanted it to continue forever and to end, and all this growing pleasure which was driving him crazy, finally, found a way out and didn’t tear him to shreds. Hunter painfully stall, pushing and expanding the boundaries of the time and the opportunities. He as if extracted from Friend piece by piece his life, his pain, his doubts and fears, and got to the very essence, to the blazing source of beauty, to that was truth. It was scary, it was embarrassing, it was damn beautiful, and stupefying overtly to feel.
“You’re my happiness!” whispered Hunter to Truth.
Friend began to cry from the flooding feelings and from the truth touched him. The pleasure overflowed, and he was no longer Friend, he was already Forest, dark, breathing, light, power, he was Hunter, who closed his eyes from a languor.
