7 Only the ripe ones

Julian woke up in great discomfort.

Firstly, he was hungry and his stomach was making terrible, terrible noises.

But hunger was something that he could endure. That wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was…

"Oh great Inquisitor," his voice croaked, still hoarse from sleep, "Where art thou, great hero? Fuck! Come help me at once!"

The light in his home was a lot dimmer and told him that noon had come and gone. Goosebumps coated his entire body as he trembled. Julian might be old but he was not old enough to be wetting his bed, dammit!

He squinted and looked around his sad little shack and couldn't even tell what was what. After moving so many things around just to make room for one dumb cot for the most ungrateful patient had ever the joy of having, his own living space was a shadow was what it had used to be.

There was no movement at all, not even the blurry swish of Dog's serpentine tail. Julian was left alone to wail in his agony.

That was when finally, the door creaked open. Leonel stepped inside unhurried, "What's all this screaming and moaning? It sounds indecent."

"Indecent!" Julian howled in annoyance, "Let me tell you about indecency! Tying up a poor old man and robbing him of his basic rights. Which makes me think, doesn't your Divine Light teach you morality?"

"..." Leonel did not answer but Julian could feel the shadow towering over him. He whimpered as another wave traveled through his groin. The Inquisitor ignored his babbling and asked, "What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong? Can't you see? Perhaps you are blind! I need to relieve myself okay? Untie me!"

"Oh, well that's no big deal."

Julian was struck with sudden mortification. He did not believe this man would be so evil to leave him like that! More importantly, what about his things? If things got soiled Julian would probably have to throw them out! "You damned sadist. So you enjoy watching a poor old man writhe in his suffering don't you? If you keep standing there doing nothing I'm going to curse and haunt you when I die."

"Only mages can become ghosts," Leonel pointed out, "Are you admitting to being a mage?"

"...I was exaggerating of course! Inquisitors can't even be haunted now can you?"

Leonel chuckled.

The fucker chuckled!

"Y-you…!" Red had thoroughly dyed his visage and even colored the tips of his ear and collarbone. "Just you wait. One day the roles will be reversed."

"Sure," Leonel's voice was deep and monotone and yet why did Julian have a feeling the brat of an Inquisitor was having fun. "Stop wiggling. You look stupid, old man."

"Brat," Julian spat. But stilled when he felt Leonel turn him onto his stomach and pressed down on his lower back. A shocked whimper left him. The edge of a knife grazed his wrist and then finally his arms were free!

Leonel repeated the action around other parts of his body. Julian held back a sharp yelp when the man clamped down on his right thigh. Soon, all the ropework had come undone. But his body was still trembling and numb.

Where did he put the damned chamber pot again?

Julian hissed when he tried to sit up but his sore limbs protested against the action. "Don't just stand there watching! Where is my damned pot? Fuck, I need to pee." More curses tumbled out of his mouth. Subconsciously, a hand grasped the closest thing to him, which happened to be Leonel's sleeve.

"How am I supposed to know? Never mind. You're going to wet yourself at this rate, old man. Just hold it in for two minutes longer, would you?"

"I'm holding it dammit!" Julian was about to ramble on another string of complaints before suddenly he felt something slide under his legs and behind his back.

An embarrassing squeaking sound escaped him when the world suddenly moved and shifted. The embarrassment was quick to turn to pain as his muscles that had gone numb for too long were suddenly jostled.

He grasped onto the fabric of Leonel's shirt, burrowing his face in a wide chest.

After a moment, he realized with striking horror that he was being carried. Mortification settled in, he wanted to groan and cry in annoyance.

He was being carried outside, which luckily didn't take long at all. Finally, Leonel set him down and Julian wasted no time whipping out his dick and relieving himself, uncaring if the younger got a good look at his privates or not.

Unbeknownst to him, Leonel was staring quite intently. He had no interest in a man's sex, much less when he was taking a piss, however his eyes were trained on he tips of scarred tissue that peaked out from beneath Julian's lowered trousers.

"Ahhhh, freedom." Julian sighed with satisfaction. Giving a good shake, he pulled up his trousers once more and secured them in place. "Now I just need some food."

"Oh," Leonel suddenly spoke up, "About that. I ate all of your dried meat."

For a moment, Julian thought he heard wrong.

"And I used all the vegetables in the garden to cook some stir-fry as well. It's an Eastern dish, you seemed to have the proper spices sitting around. It was quite good."

No, he definitely heard that wrong, "All? You used ALL the vegetables?"

"Only the ripe ones." Leonel was scratching his chin in thought, "Right. I also saw that you had a basket of apricots sitting around in the house. I ate those too. Guess I was more hungry than I expected."

"What!?" His voice crescendoed into livid disbelief. Who was this fucker who took advantage of his hospitality and ransacked his home like a thief? If Julian wasn't a blind cripple he'd have reached out to give the man a good smack and a shake. "I damned better be pulling on my leg, little shit."

Except this 'little shit' wasn't little Lina or little Freddie. This little shit who he was spitting at was at least half a head taller than him and built like a fortress. Could probably rip Julian apart with his bare hands. Julian shuddered at the thought.

But that didn't mean he'd let the man get away with thievery.

"So how are you going to pay me back for all the trouble that you caused?" He hissed.

"Aren't you the one who brought this trouble upon yourself? I merely thought that since you had saved me, it would be sad if I dropped dead from hunger."

"You're saying that it's my fault for saving your life," Julian was struck with disbelief.

"Yes, precisely."

Julian threw up his arms in defeat. This was no Inquisitor. This was just a common hooligan!