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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kcymaerxthaere, Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Eddgar/Benn
  Character:
      Eddgar, Benn
  Additional Tags:
      Kcymaerxthaere_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-17 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2497
****** Eddgar and Benn ******
by abeshinzo
Summary
     Based loosely off of the "universe" of Kcymaerxthaere, Eddgar and
     Benn decide to escape from the decrepit, dying mining town of Venner
     Settlement. Since this is the first written narrative involving
     Kcymaerxthaere, I've tagged it as original work as well. A writing
     exercise in world building and smut, my two favorite things. Since
     Kcymaerxthaere is so unknown and obscure, you can go here to learn
     more: bit.ly/1RprV3H
     Of course, in disagreement with the site linked above, Eddgar and
     Benn don't die immediately. Otherwise, this story wouldn't last very
     long.
Notes
     Thanks for reading. Since this is primarily writing practice for me,
     I'd love for you to comment ANY criticisms at all. I'm not sure if
     I'm going to expand this further, but if it's good for sharpening my
     writing skills I might.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks for reading. Since this is primarily writing practice for me,
     I'd love for you to comment ANY criticisms at all. I'm not sure if
     I'm going to expand this further, but if it's good for sharpening my
     writing skills I might. I'd like to remind you that THIS FIC DOES
     CONTAIN SMUT NEXT CHAPTER. I'm working on writing that stuff too.
It’s said that the current site of Venner Settlement used to be the basin of a
great inland sea; a blue expanse that sat nestled between two lush mountain
ranges dotted in green. The tale further states that when prospectors inspected
the sea for resources, they found vast undersea deposits of rhyoleir, the
lighter-than-air mineral that fueled much of Velkristan’s booming industrial
economy. The deposit lifted into the sky, taking the ocean with it, but leaving
more veins of the precious material easily accessible to adventurous miners and
settlers. Of course, this tale was only partially true; romanticism was key in
order to draw settlers the region. The truth is, a salt-filled sea used to
reside in the valley before the rhyoleir lifted and pushed it to the west,
flooding several towns and drowning many.
Today, Venner Settlement sits in the middle of a dusty salt flat, painted beige
and cracked by the heat of the sun. The mountains in the distance flank the
settlement on both sides, dotted now with volcanic rock rather than alpine
vegetation. A railroad bisects the town and the salt flat like a stitch on the
dry face of Velkristan’s rhyoleir mining operation. The buildings of Venner are
wooden and burnt. Small, sad shacks intended for temporary habitation. No one
expected the rhyoleir deposits to last more than a few months, at most. To
general surprise, Venner Settlement had continued to mine floating heaps of
pink rhyoleir for years. To any visitor it is clear that the inhabitants of the
settlement have had their spirits worn faster than their pickaxes.
One such resident, Eddgar, sits on the corner of his bed, his blond hair dusty
with the omnipresent mix of powdered salt and rhyoleir. As he scratches his
head in thought, thin pink wisps rise to the ceiling and clump together like
stalactites. The traveling case on his bed is open, halfway filled with his
best clothes and shoes. As he contemplates, he decides to pack additional
supplies for his journey: a canteen for water, a bandana to keep the dust from
his eyes, and, nearly forgetting, the astrological charts he had previously
borrowed money for. He feels the doubt in his navigational skills rising once
more. He does his best to dismiss his fear, clutching the golden pocket watch
gifted to him by his friend. He snaps the elastic on his suspenders, vanishing
his upper body in a cloud of slowly rising pink dust.
Down the street, in a less decrepit and more upscale wooden residence, Benn
bathes in the second floor bathtub. As part of his daily routine, he rinses his
brown locks using real soap, somewhat of a luxury in Venner Settlement. Far
away from the grimy communal bathhouses stationed next to the mines, his more
fortunate family could afford their own hygienic arrangements. His father had
spearheaded the majority of mining efforts brought to the salt flats, making
him a Venner oligarch of sorts. Thusly, Benn had a richer upbringing than most.
After toweling off, he ditches his nightly pyjamas and instead opts for his
standard daytime accoutrements, brown slacks with a grey vest and white shirt.
He laughs a little at how he looks, imagining himself traveling like this.
Seeing the night sky outside the bedroom window, he checks for his hidden
cache: a wallet filled with sizeable sums of money and a pouch, filled with a
few articles of jewelry “misplaced” by his mother or father.
On a street corner by the railroad, Eddgar waits impatiently. Idly stirring his
feet, thin squares of rhyoleir are illuminated by lights from nearby windows. A
gaunt wooden streetlight buzzes with an aggravating electrical tone. Filling
the empty silence with fidgeting actions like checking his pocket watch,
testing his suspenders, and drawing crude pictograms in the baked earth beneath
him, Eddgar breathes heavily, butterflies clouding his abdomen. It’s not long
before he hears the dress shoes of his familiar companion pat the ground into
submission. Benn rounds the corner, coming into Eddgar’s line of sight.
“Hi!” Benn whisper-shouts, running up to Eddgar and planting a kiss on his
cheek. “Are you ready, you have everything, you good?” The questions exit the
teen’s mouth at a rapid-fire pace.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Eddgar chuckles, “calm down, though. I’m on edge right now.”
The blond rubs his unsteady hands together to stave off a nonexistent coldness.
“I really need you with me. I’ll be honest, I’m scared.”
“Well,” Benn hesitates “I’m afraid that I’m a bit nervous myself.” He puts on
an unsure smile. “But we’re still leaving. It’s the best for us. You saw what
happened to other people like us.” A mutual twinge of pain is threaded between
them, recalling memories of persecution that “nontraditional” couples had faced
in Venner Settlement. Eddgar and Benn had since then been hoping to quietly
escape one day, off to the more accepting metropolises of the nearby west
coast. The added benefit of not living in a dying mining community in the
middle of a salt flat also appealed to the two. With their mutual affirmations
of nervousness, Eddgar pats Benn on the back and they walk, consulting the
astronomical charts from Eddgar’s traveling case.
During their planning phase, Benn had decided it would be too risky to take the
main road to Teha, the nearby city that would carry them to the west coast.
Venner types would no doubt patrol the exits of the town if he were to go
missing one day. Eddgar developed a plan involving using astrological charts;
while the salt flats were inhospitable, it was populated with scattered oases
and patches of land where edible plants grew. The seemingly impossible task of
crossing the flats on foot was, in reality, incredibly easy as long as they
were willing to take it slow. And so Benn began siphoning money from his
parents through feats of trickery and persuasion, while Eddgar commenced with
his acquisition of supplies to cross the flats.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     A smut chapter. Woo!
NEARLY A YEAR EARLIER
Benn’s breath is heavy and ragged as he finishes sprinting across the chalked-
on square. Tufts of dust and rhyoleir explode behind his footsteps. The ball he
just kicked rolls and rolls, eventually settling itself into a shallow hole
with a red chalk circle around it. Benn silently celebrates with hand gestures
while Eddgar holds back laughter from the display of physical exertion. Eddgar
takes a moment to admire his sweaty companion, his stained white shirt backlit
by the rising morning sun. After Benn regains his breath, he finally musters
the energy to speak.
“Goddamn,” Benn spits dust from his mouth, “Have you always been this good at
nonaball?” He asks, seeking explanation for the rigorous game he just played.
“Yes, actually. I’ve just felt like I needed to let you win until you got
better.” Eddgar chuckles lightly. Benn simply shakes his head, laughing and
patting the rhyoleir off of his sweat-stained shirt. As Benn starts venting his
shirt, he makes a realization.
“We smell really, really bad. I should probably get home and bathe.” Benn says,
recoiling somewhat from his own odor.
“Don’t you live like a thousand miles away?” Eddgar says, “You’ll stink up the
whole town by the time you get back.”
“Yeah. It is quite a walk.” Benn says, glancing towards the horizon that his
house rests upon.
“Just use my mine’s bathhouse. It’s right over there.” Eddgar says, pointing to
a nearby building with steam rising from a chimney. It’s devoid of patrons.
“Aren’t those bathhouses like… crowded? And gross?”
“Well… they are a bit unclean if you get to them after everyone else.” Eddgar
muses, remembering how bad the bathhouses can get after rush hour. “But, today
is half of the mine’s day off, and we don’t bathe until the end of the day. We
clean up after we get dirty, not before. I bet that place is deserted.”
“Well, anything to save me from a walk after all that.” Benn breathes, looking
up towards the bathhouse and starting to walk.
The wooden door of the bathhouse creaks open, revealing the foyer of the dusty
building. The foyer lends its far side to a woman’s locker room and a men’s
locker room, the latter of which Benn and Eddgar enter. Inside, empty rows of
benches and lockers are silent with the absence of the usual miners. Eddgar and
Benn sit on a bench. Eddgar inhales through his nose.
“Smell that?” Eddgar says, starting to remove his shoes and socks.
“No. What?” Benn asks, finding a locker to stash his shirt in.
“Nothing,” Eddgar smiles, “Normally, this place is reeking with the miners that
just finished breaking their backs over some rhyoleir.” He says, pointing to
the slits in the ceiling used to let out the floating powder. “Now, the only
stench is yours, and I can stomach that. Barely.” He laughs, jabbing Benn’s
side.
“I don’t think even I can handle how I smell right now,” Benn discovers,
removing his pants, “that’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”
“Well, obviously,” quips Eddgar, looking at Benn clad only in briefs, “what
else would a  bath house be for?” Eddgar finishes stripping off his soiled
clothes and stowing them in his locker, while Benn, fully nude at this point,
leaves the lockers for the bathing area. Eddgar catches Benn’s lithe figure
before he disappears past the curtains between the lockers and the baths.
Eddgar can’t help but feel a little warmer than usual, even with the sun
outside and the steam inside. Eddgar had felt somewhat uncertain about his
relationship with Benn being completely platonic, and his doubts had been
reciprocated by Benn. Moments like these made him think more and more about
pursuing advances towards his friend.
Benn reclines in the warm water, the central pool being slightly cloudy but
otherwise clean. He releases a sigh, sinking into the warmth and rubbing the
knots out of his shoulders. In mid sigh he sees Eddgar step through the
curtain, his member hanging between his legs. Benn can feel his previously
flaccid member start to swell, aroused by the sight of his friend’s nude
figure. Eddgar’s frame isn’t wide, but more robust and built up by his
occasional labor in the mines. Benn, who had been the product of richer parents
and recreational sports, has a lighter frame, slightly shorter than Eddgar’s
and smoother, devoid of rippling muscles.
Eddgar sits his nude body next to Benn’s, his entrance to the water timed
conveniently, hides Eddgar’s growing erection. Unbeknownst to each other, the
pair sit in silence, masking their erections and their growing desire by
relaxing in the heated pool. Benn slowly moves his hand up to his thigh,
deliberately trying not to make his intentions entirely obvious to Eddgar.
Stroking his cock slowly, Benn hides his moans behind the steam and warmth of
the pool. Eddgar, wanting to make an advance, slides over to Benn, putting a
hand over his shoulder and touching their sides together. Benn gasps,
interpreting this move as discovery. Benn’s recoiling movement places him in an
upright position, and his erection indubitably above water.
“Benn,” Eddgar breathes, his heart rate increasing, “let me do this. Please.”
Eddgar sees what resembles a nod from his friend, and slowly brings his hand
down to Benn’s cock. Stroking it slowly through the water, Eddgar’s face sports
a permanent smile as Benn writhes in the water, making small little thrusts in
Eddgar’s hand. Small beads of precome exit the tip of Benn’s member, as Benn
moans become louder.
“Stand up.” Benn says, pulling back from Eddgar’s stroking hand.
“I’m sorry?” Eddgar asks, snapped from his ministrations. Benn gets on his
knees, poised in front of Eddgar’s neglected cock. Benn gives a few tentative
strokes before taking Eddgar into his mouth. Eddgar moans, surprised at the
somewhat diminutive boy’s assertiveness to suck him off. Before long, Benn is
bobbing up and down on Eddgar’s cock, Benn’s wet brown locks bouncing on his
forehead.
“I’m--” Eddgar says, interrupted by a grunt, “I’m close!” Benn only picks up
the case, taking Eddgar’s length entirely into his mouth, stroking his own rod
as well. Just as Eddgar let loose a final moan and released his hot seed into
Benn’s throat, Benn came as well, splattering his white fluid on his kneeling
abdomen and chest. Covered in his own seed as well as his friend’s, Ben
swallows and breathes heavily in time with his partner Edgar, the cock in his
mouth shrinking back to flaccid. Standing up, Benn plants a firm kiss on
Eddgar’s gasping mouth, the two adolescents squeezed together, their flaccid,
wet cocks pushed against each other.
“I love you!” Benn says between gasps, the realization surging through his body
like the pleasure he had just felt.
“And I’m so fucking glad.” Eddgar returns, finishing their barrage of sloppy
kisses. Breathing slowly now, the two walk over to the sauna to recuperate.
Planting themselves in each other’s reclining embrace on the sauna bench. Their
teenage stamina is relentless, and before long, the two are idly fondling each
other’s once again erect cocks. Benn stands up and sits in Eddgar’s lap, facing
him, grinding their members together between their slender bellies. More and
more precum builds up between them, lubricating their frottage.
“Can I…” Edgar starts, interrupted by Benn kissing him.
“Yes.” Affirms Benn, lifting his body up, grinding Eddgar’s penis between his
lower cheeks. After eliciting a few satisfying moans from Eddgar, he smears the
precum from Eddgar’s cock on his anus, rubbing the cockhead against his
entrance. Eddgar’s tentative thrusts slowly open Benn’s passage, Benn moaning
loudly from the entrance. Eventually, Eddgar’s cock enters and stays there,
thrusting deeper each time into Benn’s ass. Benn feels fuller each time
Eddgar’s hot cock rubs against the walls of his interior, growing into an
insurmountable pressure. Benn cries out each time he lands in Eddgar’s lap, his
cock re-entering over and over again. Before long, Benn is nearly continuously
screaming, pushing himself onto Eddgar’s cock faster and faster until he shoots
up ropes of steaming cum between the two, landing all over their bodies. With
both of their faces and chests marked with Benn’s cum, Benn doesn’t give up his
bouncing.
“Cum for me!” Benn shouts, kissing Eddgar as his friend orgasms, filling his
ass with warm, pearly seed. Benn can feel himself orgasm again, depleted of
semen but still spasming with pleasure, milking Eddgar’s cock for all it’s
worth. Benn and Eddgar, keeping the kiss firmly planted, swallow each other’s
moans, becoming a quivering bundle of intertwined, sweaty bodies in the hot
sauna. Benn slows down, as does Eddgar, as they stare into each other’s eyes,
foreheads balanced on one another in tired, loving embrace. They would continue
to kiss and nip at each other’s mouths and necks for nearly an hour before they
leave the bathhouse, cleaner and happier than before. Their newfound honesty
would develop into the plan to escape Venner Settlement, nearly a year later.
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