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boys. He walked into the room and& He kissed her like a lover. Again I tried to run from the
room, but the door was locked by magik. I tried and tried to open it, openly crying, hearing their
harsh breathing, the rending of clothing. I ran behind one of the chairs and huddled behind it, my
hands over my ears, my eyes squeezed shut so tight I could see stars, but it ceased not the images
of them, the sounds of them fucking.
 And because of this you believed yourself vile?
 I came when she struck me! Gin yelled. He jumped to his feet and began pacing, his hands
fisted in his hair, tugging.  Who is to say that I would not become& ?
 Did you wish to, to come in such an instance?
 Nae!
 Did it excite you to know that they fucked mere feet from you?
 Nae!  Twas& It sickened me. I even vomited upon the rug.
Torin sat up, his legs dangling over the side of the bed. He watched Gin pacing and had to
force himself to stay where he was when all he wished to do was to bring Gin into his arms and
comfort him.  I am most pleased to hear such.
 What? Gin spun to face Torin.  What mean ye?
 That it sickened you,  tis pleased I am to hear it. Did you find it stimulating I would
worry.
 But& 
 I will say this once more and then never will I speak of it again: There is naught wrong
with pleasuring yourself;  tis not wrong or perverted.  Tis naught wrong if you enjoy having your
buttocks struck, or if you find being tied up exciting. None of these things are wrong so long as it
transpires betwixt consenting individuals of age, that it offers no one harm.
 And what of the other, that I& spilled from Perta striking my buttocks? A relation she was,
a& 
 A boy of thirteen you were. I recall well the suffering I endured from my prick hardening at
inopportune times, at inappropriate things. Times there are at that age when a boy s prick just
spills its seed without provocation or from a dream of erotic nature. What happened to you, what
Perta did, was vile and repulsive& she was vile and repulsive, Doshan no better.  Twas an abuse
she dealt you and never was it your fault. He could see that Gin trembled.
 After that day, smirk Doshan would each time we passed each other within the manor.
When he would threaten to tell Ellis& 
 Tell your brother what? Of the abuse?
 Nae, that I was a horrid brother to him, that I took credit for any information he gave to me
about chocolate. I& All I had wished for was a relation like he had with Papa, and Perta was
nice to me when first we came to the manor and& 
 Did you threaten to tell what Doshan did with Perta if that bastard dared to speak with
Ellis?
 Aye. Tears fell. He dashed them away, horrified, but they continued to fall. When he felt
Torin touch his back, he turned and buried his face in the other man s neck, his arms tight about
him, hoping Torin would hold him the same.  Leave me not. I will allow all ye do, nae
complaints, just& just stay.
 Gin, only do I want you to want what I do because you like it, not accept it because you
fear I will leave.
 Leave me not. I will be good. I& I&  He pulled away from Torin realizing that he was
begging and found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror above the washbasin. He
stiffened, but could not look away, could see the disgust in his eyes as he searched his own face.
His eyes were red rimmed and shadowed; there was golden stubble upon his face and was
already itching. He wanted to break the mirror into tiny pieces so never would he have to
encounter his reflection again.  I understand why ye would not desire to be with me. Why would
ye want to be with an ugly ryn Ferth?
 I desire you very much and I understand not why you think yourself ugly a very fine
looking man you are.
 Nae. Ugly are the ryn Ferths and I am one. I have learned to shave by feel or by never
meeting my eyes in the mirror. At all times I try to avoid seeing my reflection because I cannot
stand to see it, to see the ryn Ferth staring back.
Torin moved up behind Gin once more, but this time he splayed his fingers through the other
man s hair, combing it back from his face as he chanted a few quiet words. With magik pulsing
about his fingers, Torin continued combing them through Gin s hair, with each swipe darkening
it, layering color into it until it reached a fine, rich molasses the color hair he remembered
Gin s twin to have.
 What do ye do?
 I make it so that you will no longer see a ryn Ferth within the mirror. If you like what stares
back upon you in your reflection, then gladly will I anchor the spell so that it continuously keeps
the color, darkening new growth as it sprouts. If you wish, I can connect the hair upon your face,
that of your eyebrows and the stubble upon your cheeks, upper lip, and chin, to the spell, so that
it too will always grow darker. Which he then did by wiggling his littlest fingers. Gin s lashes
were already dark and he did not add them to the spell.
 But&  Gin stood transfixed, his lips parted in surprise, as the visage he had always known
and despised disappeared and before him stared a man looking much more like Eltin tyr Vens. It
was not a perfect match, Gin could see the difference between his father and himself, that he had
his mother s eyes, her nose, but no longer did he see the dreaded resemblance to the ryn Ferths,
to Doshan and Perta.
 Do you now see what I see? A man most handsome, one who is most kissable and& 
Torin pressed up against Gin, thrust his hips against his lover s buttocks so that he might feel his
erection, whispered by his ear,  fuckable.
Gin sucked in a quick breath when Torin s lips pressed against his neck just below his ear,
felt and watched his teeth skim his flesh. A soft groan slipped from Gin s lips when Torin
pressed further against him, allowing him to feel his soft body, his hard cock.
 Do you like what you see in the mirror? Do you like the man staring back at you?
 Is this what ye see?
 Never have I seen a ryn Ferth when my gaze is upon you; always have I seen this fine
looking man that you now discover.  Tis this man who arouses me so that I must give chase;  tis
he who induces lust within me so that I must take.
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