Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 41: Rav and Oberyn

"It wasn't that cold out, and my pants are dirty. None of yours fit," he said defensively. "I didn't think it was a big deal. You and Rav have both already seen me naked."

"I like this guy," Rav smirked. "He's a keeper."

"I didn't realize it was making you uncomfortable. I'm sorry. I'll go find something..."

He rushed away, back to Ezra's room.

Rav craned his neck to watch him run off.

"He's got a cute butt for someone so skinny."

"Rav, shut up."

The Ferin giggled. "You're quite a lot like Alcor, you know. Without the world-ending tendencies, I suppose."

He dropped his fan out of his hand and deftly caught it with his tail. Then, he began lightly flicking it back and forth, fanning himself.

"A shame you just destroyed his self-esteem. I wouldn't have minded him walking around here naked. Something to look at, hm?"

Rav sauntered away, still fanning himself.

"Are you always a pervert?" Ezra pouted.

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"My, my - is that what the kids are calling it these days? I'm just a connoisseur of the many pleasures of life. When you've lived as long as I have, you start to appreciate these things, little one."

"Aren't you only 22?" Ezra could swear they've had this conversation.

Rav stopped walking a short distance away, just before he entered his den. "Hah. I suppose. How old do you think *you* are, by the way?"

Ezra was surprised by the question.

"18, I think," Ezra replied. "At least...that's what it felt like. When I first woke up like this."

"Age is truly a mysterious thing, isn't it? When I first met Alcor, he was 18. And me, I was younger than he. And yet, in all the time I ever knew Alcor, he didn't appear to ever age a single day. 18 forever, it would seem."

"Do you mean this body never ages?"

"Never aged," Rav corrected. "Who's to say if it will now that you're in control, hm?"

He swished his tail, contemplative. But it was nothing deep - he was just hungry.

"Have that Nephlim of yours make us some lunch, hm? I need a drink after all that dinosaur nonsense."

"You barely did anything!"

Rav had already slipped into the den, leaving Ezra by himself.

Speaking of dinosaurs, Ezra needed to change, too. He was covered in Dino blood.

Rav, on the other hand, appeared perfectly clean. He had the benefit of floating on his happy little cloud, safe from the carnage of the dinosaur battle.

Ezra trudged back to his room, where he found a still-bottomless Oberyn sitting on the bed, pondering his life choices.

"Nobody was bothered about you dressed like that," Ezra said the moment he walked into the room. "I might prefer it. Though it might not be advisable if we ever have company."

Oberyn jumped, as if he hadn't even noticed Ezra enter.

"O-oh," he said quietly. "I just..."

"I know. Maybe Rav has a belt or something we can borrow. You're too skinny for all of this, huh?"

He looked to the other side of the room. Every pair of pants was thrown on the floor in a crumpled ball. Oberyn had clearly tried on everything he could.

And didn't clean up.

"I'm just surprised you aren't...more shy?" Ezra said, though he wasn't sure why he felt the need to press the issue. "After all, you were pretty anxious about me seeing you the first time."

"The first time, of course. But once you've seen me, why feel anxious about you seeing me again? Nothing has changed."

Ezra opened his mouth but stopped himself before he could speak. "You know...you have a decent point there."

Ezra looked down at himself, remembering why he came.

"I guess by that logic, I shouldn't mind getting changed in front of you. I need to get out of these clothes. They're disgusting."

Oberyn peeked over to him. The human was splattered with dried blood and hardened viscera.

"What in the hells were you even doing...?"

"Leveling up," he said, moving to the far side of the room and stripping down. He grabbed a pair of pants off the floor and rifled through the wardrobe for a shirt.

"Your...dick, is that what you called it? It looks different."

Ezra blushed and turned toward the wall, hiding himself from Oberyn. He didn't even notice the Nephilim staring at him, watching him change.

"Y-yeah," Ezra said quickly, but before he put his clothes on he noticed the blood had even seeped through his clothes. He figured he would shower before getting dressed, and wrapped himself in a towel to cover up.

"I guess I should have mentioned that last night, huh? If a guy's not aroused, it... Deflates? Gets smaller?"

"I see. Such strange biology. We have lizards on the moon that do such things - their necks fill up with blood and engorge before they spit toxic venom."

"Yeah. Something like that."

He walked out of the room, blushing as he spoke. "I'm going to take a shower quick. Do you think you could...make us lunch? You, me... And Rav?"

Oberyn's amber eyes lit up at the suggestion.

"I would love to!" he beamed. He had planned on doing it earlier, but had no idea when to expect them back.

Ezra went off to the shower, and Oberyn skipped to the kitchen.

Not that he knew much about cooking - he was excited all the same.

And as he got to work, fully engrossed in his tasks, he is startled by Rav, who appeared behind him as if he were a ghost, soundless.

"Didn't mean to scare you. I heard the shower come on and I figured you were in here alone. Want to chat, while little Ezzie-poo is busy?"

Oberyn glanced at the Ferin, anxious. He wasn't sure what to say. He was also amazed that Rav could hear the shower - was the cat boy's hearing really that good?

"Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. You trying to kill the person who nursed you back to health can be like that, sometimes, hm? But now we have a little moment for some Rav and Oberyn time. Now doesn't that sound fantastic?"