Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 49: Learning How To Kiss

Varlen, the dark elf.

The kind of man who guided mischief around like a barking dog.

Someone who, beneath the black skin and flowing white hair, stared through people with two hundred years of lived experience and wisdom, the kind of wisdom that one could only find in dark-alley underworlds.

And he knew how to perform the Drain Kiss.

"Ahem. I'm a friend of Navarro's, here for an interesting chat."

Rav chose his words carefully, not wanting to reveal too much, nor scare him away.

Varlen huffed and said something vulgar under his breath.

"Come in. There are prying eyes everywhere."

He coaxed Rav and Ezra into the room, and closed the door behind them.

Ezra eyed Varlen with suspicion. Nothing about the dark elf was comforting or accommodating. The way he wheezed when he spoke, and the curled hunched way he carried himself - like a witch trying to hand out poisoned apples, or a potion master who slurped a little too much of his wicked brew.

"You, I know you," Varlen said, shaking his finger at Rav. "The one they call Sage."

Rav's ears twitched backward. "That's right," he says slowly, glancing over to Ezra as he spoke. "Look, I have a favor to ask, and I don't expect you to do it for free. Word from Navarro is you're a kissing expert?"

The catboy smiled with his eyes, but Varlen didn't appear amused.

"You came here for a kiss? You're at the wrong place, Sage."

"No, no, I was being a little silly. My apologies!" The tip of Rav's tail curled into a heart-shape. "I mean the Drain Kiss. My human friend here is looking to help with the, uh...curse. Given Demetrius'..."

Varlen shifted to Ezra. "Ah. The Drain Kiss. Now that is something I can assist with."

Varlen's hands crept toward Ezra. "You want to perform it?" he asked, his eyes suddenly aglow with something sinister.

"Yes," Ezra said. He thought about Oberyn - his curse mark, his pain. This was his opportunity to take some of that pain away from the Nephilim. He HAD to learn it.

"And where is the mark? We should practice as close to realistically as possible, yes?"

Ezra shifted his weight. "It's on the back of his neck."

He spoke plainly, watching Varlen as the words escaped his lips. The dark elf lingered behind Rav, grabbing the Ferin's shoulders lightly.

"A wonderful place, easy to handle. Great Sage, might I demonstrate on you? The human must see the technique in action to understand."

Rav scrunched his shoulders, recoiling at Varlen's touch. "Uh...no permanent damage, please."

"Of course not, Sage. I wouldn't dream of it..."

Varlen scurried to the corner of the room and came back with a stick of charcoal.

"Remove your shirt, please, dear Sage..."

Rav locked eyes with Ezra as he opened the front of his haori and let the top of his kimono fall down around him. The two men stared at each other as Rav braced himself.

"Like what you see?" Rav winked.

Ezra blushed, looking away. Rav's body was incredible - it was hard for Ezra not to stare. But Ezra already had a beautiful man waiting for him back at home.

Still - if Ezra's new body was a greek statue, Rav was fantasy brought to life. His muscles looked as if they were designed by the gods themselves, not natural. And the deep 'V' shaped line on his stomach that led down below his pant line...

Ezra bit his lip. 'No, no, no,' he chanted to himself.

The ever-astute Ferin noticed every squirming motion and darted eye of Ezra, and he was basking in it.

Varlen drew a ritual circle on the back of Rav's neck in his charcoal. "I have created a temporary curse mark - nothing serious," the dark elf mused. "Can you feel it, Sage?"

"Oh yeah," Rav said, still staring at Ezra. "Bet I'm going to feel it even more in a second, hm?"

Varlen ignored the layered innuendo. "Come, human," he commanded. "Watch."

Varlen bared his teeth over the curse mark, his breath hot on Rav's skin.

"You boys back there are making me nervous," Rav giggled. He was leaned over, facing away from them, as they inspected the back of his neck.

"The curse will look something like this," Varlen instructed, pausing just millimeters away from Rav. Ezra watched intently. "You will sink your canine teeth into the flesh - firm but precise. Scrape with your bottom teeth. Take a bite, and let it linger. The taste will be foul - bitter, acrid, the essence of decay itself. Do not recoil. You must not swallow it right away - allow it to pool within your mouth. It is better to do it in one bite - taking breaks may harm the curse bearer."

Varlen reached in and bit Rav's neck, as he described. The catboy yowled and stamped his foot on the ground. Every muscle in his tightly toned body squirmed with a mix of horror and delight as the back of his nape is squeezed.

"Ah, ah, aaahh!" Rav moaned, his eyes rolling back.

Varlen pulled his teeth away and, mouth hanging open, showed it to Ezra. Dark goo congealed around the elf's tongue. He rolled it around until it solidified in his mouth, and then finally gobbled it down.

"If you swallow corrupt mana before allowing it to harden, it can blend into your blood stream. It will make you sick."

"Why not spit it out?" Ezra asked.

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"The point is to remove it from the Magician. If you spit it out, the mana will dissipate, and return to its source. The purpose of the Drain Kiss is to capture the corrupted mana, and digest it within a non-Magician's body."

Ezra nodded. "I see...so the mana would just return to the curse mark..."

"Now, you try," Varlen said, offering up the back of Rav's neck to the human.

"Do I have to keep my pants on for Ezra's bite?" Rav asked.

"Shut up," Ezra blushed. "This is for learning only!"

"Yeah, yeah," Rav smirked. "Alcor used to love biting me there. Just a bit of nostalgia. Go on, human. Suck away~"