Intugu's gaze swept up and down, and William thought he saw a barely perceptible nod. Intugu arched an eyebrow, licked his lips slowly, and offered William a crooked smile—the look in his eyes one of lust. William's insides tensed and his cock twitched. He glanced from Intugu to the commander and back again—then looked away quickly, praying Intugu would understand and not do anything embarrassing in front of his superior.
But Intugu never had been very good at the subtle nuances of Human body language. Something nudged William beneath the stone table; his eyes went wide as he realized the something was Intugu's bare foot. That foot inched higher, sliding up along the inside of his thigh and settling between his legs. Intugu scooted forward just enough to deliver a slight pressure to William's crotch. William bit down on his tongue to keep from gasping and tore his gaze away from Intugu as five skillful toes began to knead his cock.
Across from William, Intugu's attention remained fixed on the commander's presentation, though his foot stayed just as active. His big toe rubbed up and down; William shifted in his seat to allow for the uncomfortable bulge in his pants. How he would stand up and show his face after this, he wasn't certain—he'd either be contending with a very obvious erection, or a very obvious stain. And he wasn't sure Intugu was too particularly concerned with his predicament.
William awoke to the whisper of his name in Intugu's deep, husky, heavily accented voice, and a shudder of lust running up and down his spine. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, savoring the image of Intugu's dark eyes and darker skin, arms folded across that bare, muscular chest, long, black hair flowing down around a head held high and proud. He savored it for a long, long time, simply sitting there, mentally clutching the memory close as if he could pull Intugu to him somehow by doing so.
He opened his eyes and banged the back of his head against what remained of a wall. He'd been unable to bring himself to look through the rubble, but equally unable to leave. If he looked—if he found Intugu's body—that would be the end of it. No hope. But if he left without looking, might he be leaving his lover to the ravages of time and worse? What would he do with Intugu's body, even if it were there? Intugu's people had strict ceremonial requirements for their remains—embalming, special wrappings, not to mention the display ritual—none of which William could fulfill by himself.
He could search the building, and assuming he found Intugu, he could go and try to find a Godswoman, if any still remained in the city. But how would he protect Intugu's remains in the meantime? There was a temple nearby, but he doubted it still stood. William blinked back tears of frustration. Who was he kidding? He could barely support his own weight, let alone shoulder Intugu's. He kicked at the ground with his heel dejectedly.
William sighed. Nothing for it, he supposed. He had neither the physical nor the mental strength to look for Intugu. He had to hold onto the thought that his lover was still out there somewhere, searching for him, just as he searched. With a groan, he pushed unsteadily to his feet, catching himself on a pile of smashed building just before he toppled into it face first.
Thunder rumbled in the distance; fat, heavy drops of rain splattered to the ground. William turned his gaze skyward. "Really?"
To be continued...