Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 40: Back Home

Oberyn had no idea how long Ezra would be, so he made an effort to entertain himself and explore the pagoda.

He started from the top floor, and quickly realized that it was Rav's personal domain. He felt a little awkward going through the Ferin's private room, so he moved down to the middle levels. There were lots of empty rooms - it seemed whenever Rav had the place built, he intended for many people to be living there. But, until two days ago, it was just Rav, all alone.

There were lounges, game rooms, and even an art gallery on the middle floors. It felt like the perfect place to relax - Oberyn could see himself spending endless carefree days there. The thought of living at the pagoda with Ezra warmed his heart.

Though, he wasn't sure how much he'd enjoy it with Rav around. He supposed they'd find a way to coexist just fine - they both seemed to care a great deal about Ezra, anyway.

'How did those two get so close so quickly, anyway...?'

His attention shifted to the purring cat in his arms. "Do you know, girl?" Oberyn asked, shaking the cat playfully. She just kept purring.

Once he finished exploring the main areas of the pagoda, he moved to the bottom floor. There wasn't much down here, other than a meeting room, Ezra's room, and the kitchen area.

He prowled through the kitchen, still holding the cat whose name he didn't even know. Rav was well-stocked on anything he could think of, and had a large walk-in fridge that was powered by Phrygian crystals. A freezer, too - which was running low, but Oberyn wasn't sure how to replace them.

He never had to do many chores at home. He'd lived with his mom his whole life, and at the Royal Academy, meals were provided for him. But he did like to cook.

"Maybe I can make lunch for everyone..." Oberyn pondered. He wanted to do something nice to show his appreciation for Ezra and Rav. Especially after last night, when he made a fool of himself...

Oberyn clutched his head, letting Stella go to wander around some more. It wasn't a pain in his mind - more like a buzzing.

When he tried to think about what happened last night, it was fuzzy. He remembered getting heated, but couldn't quite recall why. And then, he just suddenly...stopped.

Why was it so easy to forget? He remembered the heat in his chest, the anger, the need to fight. But then... nothing. A void where his rage should have been.

Was it Ezra that calmed him down? If it was, he'd just have to add that to the growing list of reasons to be thankful for the human.

If Oberyn's impulsivity had led him to a battle with Rav, he'd have never forgiven himself - assuming he even survived such an ordeal. He couldn't believe how stupid he was, challenging someone like Rav.

In only two months, he had heard the name Rav and 'Great Sage of Clouds' come up time and time again. Rav was a folk hero - a living legend.

The story was that Rav awakened as a Magician at only ten years old, and by the time he was twelve, he'd graduated from the Academy and delivered an Apocalypse Engine to the king.

An incredible feat, considering the young Ferin had defeated a powerful Harbinger to do so.

And then, at only fourteen, the entire kingdom was attacked by an entity known only as 'The God of Storms'. It was a being so powerful, that it had already consumed an entire continent before arriving at the border of Asteria. And Rav, just a kid at the time, faced off against the cataclysmic power - and won.

He was hailed as a hero - savior of the world. And, Rav did what any sensible fourteen year old with God-slaying powers would do. He retired to the mountains with a treasure trove of wealth, and fame that would make even the most famous of idols jealous.

That had been about eight years ago, Oberyn supposed. That made Rav around 22.

Oberyn wasn't sure of the exact date, as time flowed a little differently on the moon, but he was sure that he was nineteen by now, or would be within the next week.

He wondered if that made him older than Ezra.

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He closed his eyes, thinking about the night before. It was one of the most exhilarating nights of his life, and yet he knew it was only just the beginning.

Ezra said that when the time was right, he'd let Oberyn make the first move. And that - that excited him to no end.

Because to do that, he had to learn a lot more about his own desires. And after last night...he knew that desire was something he wanted to surrender to.

He exhaled like an animal in heat, squirming at the kitchen sink. He'd felt pleasure before, but this was different. It invaded his body and wouldn't let go. It was a burning desire that only Ezra could alleviate - he knew it.

Last night, when Ezra touched him, it wasn't just comforting. It wasn't just warm. It was...something more. Something unknown. And now, the mere memory of it was enough to...

Arousal. That's what Ezra had called it. The word seemed as fitting as any. Even if Oberyn didn't have 'parts' to be aroused.

He kept his eyes closed, and slid his hand under his shirt. He touched his slender and lean stomach, rolling his fingers over washboard abs, imagining that it wasn't his hand at all - but Ezra's.

And just as he began to indulge in the moment, he heard a loud crash outside.

He immediately switched to fight or flight mode. It was too early for Ezra to return - wasn't it?

He crept around the corner. If it was an enemy, he'd do what he must. His mana was full and the curse was at bay for now. Even if he was still a little weak, he was nearly at 80%. That was enough.

He was ready to strike, burning with explosive mana. Any second...

But suddenly - His worries were assuaged. No assailant, no monstrosity - Ezra was home.

"Welcome back!" Oberyn waved. "That was quick!"

As he waved, Ezra's eyes lidded down. He realized he was right, earlier - the Nephilim was boldly not wearing any pants whatsoever.

"Whoa, Oberyn! Are you half-naked?"

Rav peered over, curious.

"Eh?" Oberyn looked down. And suddenly, he felt embarrassed.