Warning: This story is rated R for a reason, which you will witness in this chapter. Yaoi.

The sun was setting in town of Bélay, so low in the sky now that it was hardly visible, hidden behind the ramshackle buildings of the Bélayan slums. Most of the good folk still caught outside on the street began to hurry home, for night was approaching, and they didn't want to find their throats cut by some desperate hooligan wanting the few coins in their pockets.

Desperate hooligans like Raven, although he wasn't one to kill for cash. And tonight he wasn't really desperate either. Today he had managed to pick the pocket of a rich merchant. Today his pockets were full of jewels, and tonight he was on his way to pawn them.

He was heading out of the poorest region of town, the place he called home, towards the more middle class inner districts of Bélay. Unlike the streets he had grown up on, the Lord had spared no expense in paving them with cobblestone, leaving the poor folk to wallow around in mud. The houses in these parts were a lot better as well, made smaller and sturdier, and built on platforms to prevent them from sinking into the Bélay River's mud. In the poor district, it wasn't uncommon for someone to lose their house to "the mud" as it was called. None of Bélay's upper classes really gave a shit about the poor, which was Raven's justification for stealing from them. If they couldn't spend the extra money they had to help the downtrodden, then he had every right to take it from them, as he saw it.

He continued down the winding paths, until he reached his destination. It was the house of a man named Dalan, a poor man who had worked his way up into the middle class that Raven detested so much. Dalan was by no means an honest man though. He had worked his way up through thieving and burglarizing the homes of the rich, and his accession into the Bélayan middle class had done nothing to affect his honesty. It was Dalan that Raven went to when he wanted to pawn jewels, rings and other things that couldn't be easily traded for food without suspicion. Dalan never asked questions, he didn't care where the objects came from, so long as he got fifty percent of the profit.

Dalan open the door, with a brief, curt greeting, and let the boy to the kitchen. The fact that his family just finished dinner, leaving the table a mess, didn't deter him from getting straight to business with Raven, having him dump the day's spoils on the kitchen table. Profits always came before anything else in Dalan's mind.

Dalan began to inspect over the assortment of jewels, a collection of garnets and rubies, his gray eyes carefully looking over each gem. His face broke into a sinister grin. Raven could sense that Dalan wasn't up to something good.

He probably gots so greedy that he gonna slit me throat for them, Raven thought. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He knew should have divided the jewels, giving a few each to each pawner. But it was too late now.

Instinctively, Raven clutched his dagger, ready to use it at a moments notice, although he wasn't sure if it would be helpful against Dalan. He was pretty sure that the big man could snap his neck in two in an instant, if he wanted to.

Blood rushed to Raven's face and cheeks. The heat caused from it felt unbearable, almost alien, but Raven quickly dismissed it as being an effect of the vehement fear he felt inside him. Was he going to die, right there, or would Dalan let him go, with a few coins in his pocket? There certainly was no evidence for the former, besides the appearance of fervent greed on Dalan's face, but other than that, the man had made no move that Raven thought could endanger his life. But even still, with that consolation the heat in his hands and cheeks was still there, getting worse and worse by the second, almost to the point of pain.

Although he fought hard against it, Raven felt his eyes close slowly. His thoughts were hazy, and for a moment he felt as if he were floating on air, thoughts of Dalan trying to kill him melting away, the heat inside him continuing to surge, onto the point where he felt utterly possessed by the fire within.

Raven opened his eyes. As quickly as it had begun, the moment of possession ended, and he found himself back in Dalan's kitchen. But now the man was looking up at him, Dalan's grin intensifying, if that was at all possible. Raven's death grip on his dagger hardened.

"Gave" Dalan finally said after some time, calling out to his son. "See to it that this boy be taken care of. And don't leave a mess either"

It was official. Dalan wanted him dead.

On impulse, Raven unsheathed his dagger, and swung around to meet his opponent, but his attempt at defense was useless. Gave, who was two times Raven's size, grabbed Raven's wrist, preventing him from completing the assault. He then twisted Raven's arm behind his back and slammed Raven into the kitchen table.

Gave pried Raven's dagger out of his hand, and for a split second Raven had the feeling that Gave was going to bring his own dagger down upon him chest.

"Aye, take him upstairs and do it. Not here on the table, where we have to eat dinner" Dalan said, suddenly.

At his father's order, Gave jerked Raven's body, forcing him out of the kitchen. On the adjacent stairway, Gave forced a thrashing Raven up the stairs. The boy had reason to fight, his life depended on it. He then led the terrified boy into one of the bedrooms, where he flung him to the ground.

Gave straddled Raven, the man's force alone restraining him. Raven thrashed his arms about wildly, but being that he was lying with his back up, it was useless.

"I guess we will have time for a little game, before I have to kill you" Gave said, shifting his position slightly so that he could pull down the boy's pants.

"A little game won't hurt, now will it? No, no, a little game won't hurt"

The heat had returned, and once again it burning fervently within him. Raven shut his eyes tight, as if to brace himself for a storm. There was a force within him, wanting to escape, wanting freedom, a force which he had no control over.

Reluctantly, Raven let the heat, as he now called it, take over his body. He felt his mind, body and soul sink into a haze, a sort of bliss. He was vaguely aware of a slight feeling of pleasure coming from his middle areas, as the bigger man pushed harder and harder on his buttocks. He knew that he was being violated, but it didn't matter to him anymore. All that did matter was the heat.

He could hear his heart pounding in his head. The heat was building up more and more, unto the point that Raven felt as if he could breathe fire. The pressure in his lower area was building up as well, as the man began to push harder, almost following a rhythm. Raven was aware of a feeling of release, after hearing the man let out a low moan of satisfaction.

Gave turned him over, onto his back, holding Raven's arms down by his wrists. Raven warily opened his eyes to look at his attacker. Gave's face was burning pink now, and he was grinning with pleasure.

Raven closed his eyes once more, he could feel the heat rising through his body, through his chest, and finally, through his arms and into his hands. He was aware of the movement Gave's hands into his palms.

And then suddenly, the worst thing imaginable happened. The heat escaped.

Instead of the fire that Raven had expected to see, a bluish sort of lightning escaped from his hands, flowing through his fingertips, and going through Gave's arms. The man's eyes widened with horror as the alien force went through his body, causing him to convulse. To Raven, it felt like everything within him was coming out, the blue lightning binding him to Gave, and he knew that if he did not find a way to break free sooner or later, he would. Suddenly, Gave let out a horrible scream, and then collapsed on top of Raven.

Raven lay still for a while, comprehending to situation. Gave laid motionless on top of him, showing no signs of life. By the gods! I just killed a man and I don't even bloody know what I did. The though ran through Raven's over and over again while he tried to figure out what to do next. From all appearances, no one had heard Gave's scream, either that, or they had heard it and mistook as Raven's death cry.

Finally, he rolled out from under Gave, leaving the man's limp body to fall to the floor. He suddenly spotted a window, just big enough for one as underfed as himself to slid through. He pulled his pants back up, now somewhat aware of a knowing, weakening hunger in his stomach. Slowly, he crept over to the window, opening it just enough to get out.

In the eastern horizon, the sun was rising. Raven could scarcely believe that day had come so early, and that the night had melted away in what had only felt like the space of two hours. Finally, Raven pulled himself out through the window, jumping to the ground, and thus finishing his escape. And thus finishing the most eventual night he had witnessed in his life.

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