PART TWO: IT'S KIND OF A DATE?At this point, it was hard to tell whether this inability to resist the slightest licentious temptation was his doing or Icarus's. Years of repressing sexual drive could've been the reason, but then Icarus was just flat out irresistible. Whether or not that raspy morning voice in his ear made him unravel like this for a reason or if he was just blowing off some pent-up steam was still uncertain, and it didn't really matter right now anyway. By the time Ahote felt Icarus begin to touch and tease him, he was already beginning to undress and let himself get swallowed up in this
thing they had.
"Right after you just woke up?" They were fuck buddies, after all. What's left to do but fuck?
The Next Morning
Just as Ahote promised, maintenance didn't last very long. As draining and exhausting as necromancy could be, he ran Boomslang like a well-oiled machine because of it. He took inventory, cleaned the place unless your shoes squeaked with every step, and put the place back up to working condition in just a few hours. He was a powerful sorcerer now, so using numerous undead bodies to do it all wasn't nearly as taxing as it would've been some time ago, but it still required a lot of focus to control such a hivemind of the undead, and it wasn't public information either.
Even after his and Icarus's intimate moments yesterday, Ahote hadn't told him what they were going to do. In fact, after the sex, Ahote's already-poor health had finally got the better of him, and he passed out and slept for about an hour or two immediately after they finished, and then he left for work again. Even though his fever had gone down and he wasn't in as bad shape as yesterday, his health was still anything but ideal. But unless he was bedridden, that wasn't enough to stop him. Really, what was a workaholic like him supposed to do?
Rest? Of course not! If at first you pass out, work even harder is what one wise man
probably said. Well, as a result of his incredible work ethic, Ahote was relatively loaded with jewels. Much of his disposable income was invested back into the business, and everything else was stored as savings or just never spent at all. He lived in the basement of Boomslang, which was essentially just a bunker with a few really nice, high-quality furnishings. Ever since the disbanding of Basilisk Fang, he had to be frugal with his money and minimalistic with his lifestyle, and even though he wasn't burdened with the same circumstances as back then, some of those changes seemed to stick with him out of habit.
Before he left, Ahote had left a small note for Icarus, giving him easy directions to their destination today—an affordable and quality furnishing department store. Even though he had convinced himself that this wasn't a date, this is probably somewhere Ahote would take him if it
was a date. He was the type of person who couldn't find a middle ground with the things he liked. On one hand, he enjoyed cute things and cute treats and all things cute. On the other hand, he found practicality equally enriching. Well... for him, it was. He knew that not everyone was as psyched about discounts at grocery stores or getting the very best latex cleaning gloves in bulk on Amazone. But still, after seeing Icarus's apartment more clearly that time, he was finally ready to tap into his abundant hoard of jewels to invest in a less... abysmal living space.
Standing near the entrance of the ICEA, Ahote leaned against a lamppost as he waited for his fair-faced employee.
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