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It was cold. The type of cold that made it hurt to breathe. Uri fought against the brewing storm, clutching his essentials in a paper bag to his chest. Walking the treacherous path to his cabin, hidden away in the mountaintop - the snow and icy air had started to intensify as Uri made his way further up the mountain. He had made a trip to town that was a lengthy journey away but he needed to stock up on food and things like warmer clothing for the coming storm - although it seems he miscalculated. The storm was getting stronger and stronger but Uri kept moving forward, breathing heavily, his legs started to feel weak.

The wind was howling in Uri’s ears as he squinted his eyes trying to protect them from the snow. There in the distance behind the big spruce tree was his cabin, hurriedly with a newfound energy Uri dashed back home - shoving the key into the keyhole and barging in before slamming the door shut behind him. Uri slid down the door, catching his breath. The wind outside still roaring to be let in. Uri sat on the wooden floor for a while, before the cold started to creep in and a blazing fire sounded too good to ignore. Uri found the logs he had bought not too long ago from one of the bags he was carrying, and made his way to the fireplace adjacent to front door. Once the fire had started heating up the area, Uri busied himself with storing all his food, clothing, first aid and just tidying his home up. He then realized just how dirty his robes had become - the bottom had turned a muddy brown, that’s what happens when rushing home, maybe he should have taken his time. the wails of the wind from outside caught his attention. Yeah never mind. As Uri looked at his soiled garments he debated on taking a bath - he really needed one, but the well was outside and every fiber in his being was telling him to stay inside.

Uri grabbed his keys and dashed into the woods to find that damn well. The forest was inhabited by spruce and pine trees all looming over him, he knew the forest like the back of his hand. But for some reason he couldn’t find the well, he shielded his eyes from the snow - studying his surroundings. He decided on heading straight, after all he couldn’t have made a wrong turn. (That’s what he kept telling himself) As he made his way down hill, suddenly he tripped and tumbled face first into the snow. He turned to see what had made him fall. A lump in the snow. Uri stood and carefully examined the ground - noticing a stain of red clashing against the white snow. Quickly Uri fell to his knees pushing away all the snow from the unknown object underneath it, the more he pushed, the more he could see. It was a person. A dying person. He was a tall male with dark hair and stubble covering his face. His blood not only stained his hands and clothes but also the beautiful white snow that wrapped around the mountainside, the wind blew harder and harder, howling louder and louder. Uri stared at the unknown man and pondered about his next course of action, the storm was mere seconds away - he’d make it home quicker on his own. But should he leave this man?

Uri hauled the man onto his back. Damn he’s heavy. But no worries Uri has carried heavier loads before, and so he made his way back up the path he came.

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The strange man lay across the ground as Uri gasped for more air, staring down at the man bleeding all over his floor. His robe was now even more soiled! And he hadn’t even got the water to take a bath. This day was taking a turn for the worse he could just feel it. Uri took out the first aid essentials that he had just bought (lucky for that scowling man) and sat next to the poor soul on the ground. He cut off his shirt with a pair of scissors - careful not to accidentally cut his skin, what a sight to behold. The man had multiple deep slashes across his chest and abdomen, a bullet wound deep in his right shoulder. With closer inspection Uri could see that the wounds had different kinds of rusty metals, sticks, leaves and all sorts of infectious materials inside them. Uri placed his hand a few centimeters away from the man’s lips - a breath. Barely, but still there.

Uri washed his hands before getting to work. He took a pair of tweezers before carefully extracting all the sticks and leaves from the cuts in his body, then he took a cotton ball soaked in alcohol and cleaned the wounds - he was very worried that the stranger would wake up. This was the part Uri was least excited about. Stitches. Very carefully Uri poked through the man’s skin with his needle and thread and began to stitch him back up, once he had covered enough of the wound - he pulled tight. Then cut off the excess. Repeat. By the time most of his wounds had been stitched up, it was late into the night. The howling hadn’t stopped but you get used to it. The fire was starting to die down so Uri made haste for the oil lamp in one of his cupboards.

“Who the fuck are yah?”

Uri almost dropped the now lit oil lamp, turning to see the man now upright staring right at him.

“Quite starin’ will yah”

Uri turned away. Gripping the handle of his lamp for some comfort, a groan. He hadn’t finished aiding the bullet wound.

“Um! Please don’t move, I’m not quite done with your shoulder” Uri stood there like a deer in headlights, hesitatingly waiting for a response.

“Tsk yah gonna nurse me back to health? In yer fucking dreams!” The man went to stand up, but Uri had pushed him down to his original sitting position. He looked at Uri. Stunned.

“I’m sorry. But please. Let me bandage your shoulder.” Uri spoke softly. The man didn’t respond. But he didn’t move away either, Uri placed the oil lamp to the side - it being the only source of light as the fire was long gone. He with the tweezers carefully pulled out the bullet, letting go of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Again with the alcohol soaked cotton ball, he pressed it into the man’s wound before wrapping a bandage around his shoulder. The man never made a sound.

“There, all done.” Uri stood, collecting all his belongings and dumping them in the sink - he’d clean them in the morning. “You should probably stay here, at least till the storm passes over” Uri smiled at the man.

“Tsk whatever” the man lay on the floor closing his eyes. Uri would have offered his bed, but something tells him that he’d get ignored.

Uri pulled his blanket over his shivering exhausted body and fell asleep almost instantly.

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Uri awoke feeling dirty and grimy and was aching all over. He lay in bed staring out his window - ‘at least the storm calmed down.’ He pulled himself out of bed deciding there’s not point in wasting the precious daylight. Then he remembered the man on his floor, he hadn’t moved an inch. Uri felt pity for the man but also felt there was something sinister about him. When he had first looked into the man’s eyes - they looked dark and predatory. Like he was an injured animal completely on edge. The smell radiating off Uri made him realize he really! needed a bath. He moved into his kitchen opening the lids of 2 big barrels he had. Empty. Okay so he hadn’t made a trip to the well in a while. But in his defense he swears one of the barrels had water in them. Uri sighed before putting on his winter cloak and stepping outside.

The well wasn’t far at all, maybe a minute or two walk from his cabin. It was even quicker now that there was no storm (and no man dying in the snow) he found the well in record speed. His bucket still attached to the top, he pulled on the rope filling the bucket with water, detaching it from the rope and carrying it home. He did this like 100x because once he dumped the last bucket of water into his barrel. He was covered in sweat. Like come on! It’s freezing out here! And I’m sweating?! Taking off his cloak and hanging it by the door, Uri took a ladle and started heating up his water. For a well deserved bath. Uri turned to face the man on the ground. Nothing. Honestly he might be dead. Uri walked towards the man fearing the worst - he bent down to his knees. Hesitantly stretching out a hand. The man had grabbed his wrist not allowing it to move any further. His eyes shooting open as he groaned while pushing himself off the ground. ‘He really was big’ Uri tried pulling his wrist back, but the man’s grip was too strong.

“It ain’t nice to disturb yer guest yah know” His voice made Uri tremble, in fear? No not quite.

“I-I’m sorry. You weren’t moving. Um I got worried is all” Uri avoided eye contact with man, he looked as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

“Well ain’t yah just the sweetest thing” Uri could feel his sarcasm bounce of the walls. He had let go of his wrist.

“I’m going to take a bath. Then I’ll make breakfast. Um the water should still be warm after I’m done, feel free to use it.” Uri spoke. Why was he telling him this? Whatever he got up before the man could reply. The water had warmed up by now - so he got a change of clothes, placing it on the chair in his bathroom before filling his bathtub with the heated water. Taking off his robes and slowly sinking in. Wow did it feel good. He rubbed his skin with a bar of soap, washed his shoulder length hair and dried off. Wearing his clean robe he exited the bathroom. The man lay on the ground arms behind his head. Should he say something? Uri shook his head and headed for the kitchen. He brought out a bowl, placing flour and water in it. Simple I know. But Uri liked simple.

“The water won’t stay warm forever” Uri called out, hoping the man didn’t plunge a knife through his stomach. He heard a grunt, then the bathroom door being shut. Okay that’s done. His dough looked perfect! Uri smiled shaping it to a more bread like form and shoving it in the oven. That’ll taste good! He picked his mop and got a bucket of water - blood was staining his floors and he hadn’t got the chance to clean them. So he got to work using soap and rags he had lying around. Scrubbing back and forth. He was no his knees drying off the floor, happy with his efforts. He sat down admiring his work. The man walked out, a blush quickly spread over Uri’s face. A squeak leaving his mouth as he turned his head, holding his burning cheeks. The man was dripping wet. And nude.

“Ye didn’t give me a towel” He spoke, scratching the back of his neck. Like it was normal to walk out nude!

“Uhh I-I’ll get you one” Uri stood, not turning in fear of looking at the man and hurried over to his closet. Grabbing the first towel he threw it over his shoulder
“Here” Uri just knew his face was piping red.

“Thanks” the man walked over floorboards creaking with every step before retreating back into the bathroom.

Then it dawned on Uri, the man had no spare clothes. He couldn’t survive with him walking around in just a towel. The thought alone made Uri flustered. He quickly searched in all his chests, closets, cabinets and found one of Rod’s old outfits. It definitely won’t fit the man but at least would cover him enough. He knocked on the bathroom door and it swung open almost immediately, the man. Still nude stood before him. Uri shut his eyes and pushed his hand out with the folded clothes.

“Spare clothes I had” Uri spoke quickly

“Heh don't think yer clothes gonna fit me” the man above snickered.

“Their my brothers” Uri knew he was speaking way too fast, but he really wanted out of that situation.

“Thanks” the man took the bundle of clothes and shut the door in his face.

Uri after calming himself down had taken out the fresh bread from the oven, smelling the warm aroma it had. Cutting a piece for him and two for the man. (He’d definitely eat more since he’s double Uri’s height and weight from the looks of it) slathering the slices of bread with butter he placed them on two separate plates and started on the eggs. Nothing special just salt and pepper, plating those up too. He arranged the dishes on his round dining table and sat down, the man walked out in Rod’s clothes. The shirt was loose but short and the pants weren’t any better. But they covered what was needed. Uri smiled

“I made breakfast for you. It’s nothing special but it’s still something”

“Thanks.” The man sat across from him. Digging in instantly. He ate like he had been starved for days. ‘Well he probably was starving for days. Who knows how long he had been laying there covered in blood’

“So. Do you have a name?” Uri asked

“Yea’.”

“Can you tell me?”

“Why’d yah wanna know” the man spoke while chewing.

“Well it’s going to take time for you to fully recover. I just thought I should know who I’m caring for” Uri felt so extremely awkward.

“Kenny. Just Kenny.” The man, Kenny. Spoke, leaning back against his chair.

“That’s a fitting name”

“What ya mean?” Kenny looked offended almost.

“Uh um nothing!” Uri panicked as his face turned red for the 100th time that day.

“Yah gonna tell me yours? Or do I gotta force it out”

“Uri. My name is Uri”

“I like it” Uri snapped his head up, Kenny was looking right at him.

“Uri.” Kenny smirked. This was too much for Uri to handle, he could feel his cheeks burn. He quickly stood collecting the dishes and hurrying off to the kitchen. He could hear Kenny laugh in the other room. Oh gosh what was going on with him! He’s never felt like this before.

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Uri glanced at the strange man that lay across his couch. He’d found out his name is Kenny, he really was handsome. Long dark hair, scruffy facial hair, tall, strong body - ‘oh gosh stop thinking like this Uri!’ But honestly he was good looking. Rod’s clothes really didn’t fit him. Uri groaned at thought of making another trip into town, when he’d just been! He’s already sold all his jams he’d made with the berries he grew and bought all his essentials for at least the next month. There was no need to head into town! But Uri looked at Kenny sprawled on his couch, clothes too small. He sighed before grabbing his cloak, pulling the hood over his head and heading out.

He walked down the path into town which was a decent distance away. Took him half an hour on a good day! But eventually he saw the big arch way with the words “Town Sina” across it and sighed in relief. The sun wouldn’t be setting for a good while but he didn’t want to take any chances. He’d be in then out. Uri hated walking back in the dark, storm he didn’t mind - but in the dark? No way! That’s when the wolves came out and he didn’t want an encounter with them. He heard them howl outside at times but those where times he was in then safety of his home. Not vulnerably walking outside. In their territory. The thought made a shiver run down his spine. ‘Okay buy some clothes then get home’

Uri walked with his head down hopping his hood covered most of his face. He really didn’t want to speak with anyone. He ignored the many stalls outside beckoning him over, he knew where he was going. With a quick right he was standing outside of Pyxis garments. Uri pulled the door open and made his way inside. Only two other customers were there so he took down his hood. Browsing the many options of clothing on display. Uri grabbed a few shirts and pants he thought would fit Kenny about to make his way to the till when.

“URIIII! What are you doing here so soon!” Uri cringed. So much for not talking to anyone.

“Hello, Rod. How are you?” Uri smiled, turning to face his brother, who seemed to have gained a few.

“What’s my whimsical brother doing in town? Got more jam to sell?” Rod asked slinging an arm over his shoulder.

“No, Rod. Just shopping is all” Uri smiled. He didn’t like how much his brother babied him.

“You know you should really join in on the family business. Shoe makers make much more than jam.”

“I know Rod, but I enjoy it.”

“Hey those look a little big for you.”

“Ehh yeah just um.” Uri couldn't think of a logical explanation to why he needed clothes double the size of him.

“Ah Uri! You going to pay for all that?” Pyxis had stepped in from the back. Thank you God.

“Yes! I am.” Uri practically ran towards the counter paying for his items and leaving with a quick goodbye to both Pyxis and Rod.

When he stepped outside his heart sank, the sun was starting to set. He could stay in a hotel for the night, hell Rod would let him stay at his mansion as well! But for some reason Uri ignored all the logic in his mind and made his way out of the town. In reality Uri didn’t trust this Kenny guy. Okay he was attractive no doubt, but he had this gut feeling that he was no good. And Uri didn’t want to go home the next day and find out he’d been robbed by a man he let in. Just because it was dark doesn’t mean that all the wolves in the mountains would come for him? Right?

He’d made it out of town and was decently close to his cabin. The sun was completely gone and was swapped for the pitch black darkness that engulfed the forest. It was looked so much creepier at night, but also peaceful. Uri liked the quiet atmosphere with the only sound being his quick breaths and the crunches of his feet on the ground. He stopped dead in his tracks. Rustling. Lots of rustling was happening in the bushes and trees around him. Probably a squirrel. He started walking again. Ignoring the quicker steps he took, telling himself there was nothing to worry about. Then the howling begun. Okay, so maybe he was wrong. It’s definitely not a squirrel, but it’s fine! He could see his cabin in the distance. With adrenaline in his bones Uri rushes back home, when a big northwestern wolf blocks his path, growling. Uri could see multiple others begin to circle him. Uri stood completely still, afraid if he moved he’d lose his life. Oh he should have just spent the night in a hotel or Rod’s home. ‘Damn it Uri! Why do you have deny people’s help!’

A single gunshot disturbed the quiet of the night. Uri opened his eyes to a dying wolf at his feet, the pack already make a run for it back into the woods. The wolf lay there whimpering in pain. Uri’s heart aches at the sight, he didn’t want the animal dead! Just. Not to bother him.

“Yea’ that’s what I thought!” Kenny’s voice had shouted from the front door of his cabin as he made his way down.

“Where did you get that!” Kenny looked at the dying wolf like it was some achievement.

“Heh? Oh this? Found it tucked away in yer closet.” Kenny held it in his arms like a trophy. Okay so Uri had a gun, but he never planned on using it! Especially on a poor animal! He bought it in case of emergencies like what if someone dangerous knocked on his door in the middle of the night. He could threaten him with his shotgun then BAM the person’s gone and he didn’t have to use the gun.

“Kenny it’s just a wolf” Uri explained to the taller man.

“A wolf that was gonna eat yah up” Kenny smirked, turning his back and heading home.

“Animals die all the time! Get over it sweet thing!” Kenny shouted over his shoulder.

“Kenny hand me the gun!” Kenny looked over his shoulder before throwing the shotgun towards Uri.

Uri walked a few steps and held the shotgun in his hand. Aiming for the head. Uri closed his eyes and put that wolf out of its misery. Turning around and walking backing home.

He opened his front door to a warm home, Kenny looking in his cabinets.

“Yah really got nothin’ to eat” Kenny spoke still searching for something.

“I’ll cook something in a minute.” Uri’s voice barely above a whisper. Kenny turned to look at the smaller man.

“Yah ain’t still sad about that wolf are yah?” Kenny walked over to him.

“Uh. No.” Uri pushed down the tears threatening to fall. He just killed an animal. Yes he ate meat but he never killed the animals.

“I bought you better fitting clothes.” Uri handed Kenny the bag of garments.

“Ain’t yah just so sweet.” Kenny left to go get changed in the bathroom. Uri couldn’t help but let a few tears fall once he was alone. He’d never used that gun before. But now he has.

Uri calmed himself down, after all he was no longer withering in pain. In the cold. By himself. He shook his head getting rid of all these thoughts and focused on the task on hand. Dinner. He’d missed lunch but that’s okay, just means more food for dinner. He started chopping potatoes and onions, popping open a can of beans. He wanted fish but after checking the little lebes on top of his counter, He realized he needed to go fishing as well. Beans would have to do. Uri seasoned with salt and pepper, stirring his stew before plating and serving in bowls. He cut slices of the bread from that morning and ate his fill. Kenny had joined him after changing, a bowl already waiting for him. They both ate and Kenny offered to clean up.

Uri declined saying he was injured and so forth. Eventually Kenny went back to sleeping on his couch. After all the floor was most definitely not comfortable in the slightest. Uri finished cleaning up before setting out the fire and making sure all the windows and doors were locked. Before readying himself for bed. He slept in the warmth of his bed staring at Kenny wondering just what happened to him drifting off to sleep.

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Uri woke up much earlier than Kenny. He wouldn’t mind though, after all he was injured. Thinking about his injuries, Uri should probably check on them. He placed their breakfast on the table before walking up to a sleeping Kenny. His eyebrows were pushed together, arms tense around his body - he looked anything but relaxed. Uri walked away. Eating his breakfast alone and cleaning up before setting out. He had his basket ready and turned to his little garden not far from his cabin at all. He picked blueberries, blackberries, cherries, raspberries all sorts of berries. He grew them, collected them, and made them into delicious jam. After an hour or two, Uri decided he had more than enough berries and went straight on home.

Uri was taken aback by the sight in front of him, a shirtless Kenny washing his dishes. Uri placed his baskets filled with berries on the table, before walking up to Kenny.

“Um Kenny. You wouldn’t mind if I took a look at your injuries.” Uri didn’t want to be improper and stare at Kenny like a pre pubescent teenager, even if he was shirtless.

“Tsk mind? Knock yourself out.” Kenny turned to face Uri.

“Where’d yah want me.”

“The couch is fine. Thank you.” Kenny sat on the couch as Uri gathered all his supplies, sitting right next to him.

Uri checked his stitches, all seems fine, he’d have to change the bandages on his shoulder though. Unwrapping and cleansing with alcohol.

“Yer eyes sure darn are just. Beautiful.” Uri looked up, taken aback by Kenny’s sudden words. Kenny was smiling at him.

“Don’t get to see them often. Yah never look at me, always lookin’ at the ground. I don’t bite.” Kenny smirked as Uri looked back at his shoulder.

“Ah come on, don’t be like that! I never get to see them!” Kenny laughed

“Such a pretty thing.” Kenny muttered under his breath. Uri would have not heard it, if he wasn’t so close.

“There. You’re done.” Uri spoke softly.

“What yah gonna do with all them berries?” Kenny asked spreading his arms across the couch.

“I was going to make jam. For the next time I go into town.”

“Yah make jam huh? Need help.” Kenny stared at Uri, waiting for a reply.

“I wouldn’t mind it.” Kenny laughed

“Yah really don’t know how to ask for things do yah sweet pea.” Uri could feel his cheeks redden at the nickname.

Uri and Kenny stood next to each other in the kitchen counter. Uri moving around frantically with bowls of berries and loads of sugar, jars, labels. While Kenny stood watching as Uri ran around.

“Okay! So! First we wash all the berries.” Uri handed Kenny two bowls on filled with blackberries and the other with blueberries.

“Aight don’t seem hard.” Kenny washed his berries and Uri his. After drying them and putting them into separate pans.

“Now we mash!”

“We mash?”

“Yeah! Like this.” Uri took a wooden masher and started hitting the berries.

“I think you’ll enjoy this step.” Uri smiled up at Kenny.

“I think I will!” Kenny took his masher and imitated Uri’s movements. Finishing his 2 bowls, while Uri still remained on his first.

“Wow. Your quick. Um do you mind doing the raspberries?” Uri didn’t once stop crushing his berries.

“Not at all, sweet pea.” That nickname really made Uri blush. Once all berries were nothing but mush, Uri added about a cup of sugar, some lemon juice and a little bit of lemon zest.

“Ain’t that gonna make it sour?” Kenny peered over Uri’s shoulder.

“Hm? Oh! No, the sugar and berries are more than enough to keep it sweet. The lemon just keeps the thickness right.” Uri stirred the jam over the flame waiting for it to boil.

“Yah sure know yer stuff?” Kenny murmured.

After getting his jam to an acceptable consistency Uri poured them all into little jars, labelled with his name. He and Kenny repeated this with all the jams, and having someone to help really benefited Uri since they finished in half the time it normally takes him.

“Now what?” Kenny looked over at Uri.

“That’s it. I’m going to go sell them now.”

“In town?”

“Yes.” Uri stated like it was the most obvious thing on Earth.

“Can I come?”

“I don’t wanna burden you, you’ve already helped me so much with making it, I wouldn’t want to ask too much.” Uri didn’t want to overstep.

“Nah I wanna go, need some cigarettes. Don’t worry I’ll pay for em.” Kenny said putting on his trench coat and boots. Seems like no matter what Uri’d say Kenny’d probably not listen.

Kenny and Uri made it into town. Kenny held all the baskets filled with jars as Uri handed over jars to shop owners, families, pretty much anyone who asked him for a jar and had the money to pay. By the time things started quieting down - the sun setting, Uri had sold all his jars of jam. He purchased more jars and sugars. And Kenny’s cigarettes even if he didn’t agree with smoking. While Kenny stood outside the store looking up at the stars. A woman approached him.

“Hey there handsome, I’ve never seen you here before.” She rubbed Kenny’s arm.

“Ain’t from around here. Don’t got the money for yer services anyhow.” Kenny told the lady straight up. He knew these kind of women. The ones that only show up when the sun’s set. Always leading to trouble and bad decisions.

“Oh come on, I don’t see a ring on your finger.” She pushed her chest against him.

“Yea’ cause I killed her.” The woman looked stunned, her act falling apart for a second.

“Just kiddin’ or am I?” Uri walked out in that very moment, locking eyes with the woman, then Kenny.

“There yah are sweet pea, sure do take yer time.” Uri looked over at the woman, who had quickly stormed off.

“Sorry. I was trying to find..” Uri rummaged through his bag pulling out a packet of cigarettes “these.”

“Why, aren’t yah-“

“Sweet?” Uri looked at Kenny through his lashes. “You’ve said that already. A few times actually.” Uri looked away turning red.

“Oh have I? Seems I forget.” Kenny smirked at the shorter. Both laughed as they made their way home, It felt less scary walking in the dark with Kenny with him. Uri felt safe.

Once they made it home, Kenny immediately light up a cigarette. Taking a deep puff.

“Yea’ that’s the stuff.” Kenny took another breath.

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Uri smiled to himself.

“Want me to make yah dinner.” Kenny asked standing next to the smaller man.

“It’s alright.” Uri hesitated.

“Really? Yer tone says otherwise.” Kenny blew smoke into the air.

“I’ve got no fish. I was supposed to go fishing today or buy some meat down at the butchers in town, but it completely slipped my mind.” Uri rambled, trying to think of a meal he could make.

“Let’s go fishing.”

“Kenny. It’s dark already.”

“That’s fine.”

“Kenny you don’t understand it’s dangerous out there.”

“Don’t worry sweet pea” Kenny leaned in close, maybe only an inch away from Uri’s face. “I’ll protect yah.”

Uri turned red. Walking away from Kenny as he heard him laughing. Uri grabbed his fishing rod, bait and oil lamp.

“Okay let’s go.” Kenny huffed out a laugh before shaking his head and putting on his boots.

Uri lead the way to the lake not too far away. Oil lamp in hand while Kenny held his rod. Once near they could see a deck that had a small rowing boat tied to it. Kenny got in first, while Uri untied the boat accompanied Kenny in it as well. Kenny rowed the boat in to the middle of the lake, Uri simply held onto his stuff - listening to the sloshes of the paddles.

“Alright this should do good.” Kenny brought in the paddles while Uri handed over the rod and bait. Kenny hooked the little worm on the hook before launching it miles away. Now we wait. Uri leaned against the boat while Kenny sat back.

“You go fishing often?” Kenny asked

“Yeah. Wouldn’t say I’m bad although I wouldn’t say I’m good either.”

“I see.” They both fell back into that comfortable silence once again.

“That lady was pretty.” Uri stated.

“She was.”

“Why didn’t you go with her?”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?” Uri kept pushing. He wanted to know.

“Cause my sister’s a whore.” Uri turned to face Kenny.

“I didn’t know you had a sister.” Uri whispered.

“Yah don’t know a thing about me sweet pea.”

“Then tell me.”

“What yah wanna know.” Kenny got comfortable.

“Tell me about your sister.”

“She’s a whore.”

“I meant like her name and what she’s like. Also don’t say that about her it’s rude.” Uri didn’t like how blunt Kenny could be sometimes.

“Her names Kuchel and she sleeps with loads men for money. By my books that makes you a whore.”

“She has a pretty name. What does she like to do?”

“Ehhh she likes sweets but we never got much of anything sugary. Too expensive.” Kenny’s demeanor changed to an annoyed one. And Uri felt he may have overstepped.

“She also doesn’t talk to me all that much now. Something about. Never mind.” Kenny shook his head. And Uri knew not to push for more answers.

“Maybe I could make some jam for her. I’m sure she’d like it.” Uri fiddled with his fingers.

“Heh. Yea’ she would.” Kenny laughed. Uri understood then. Kenny was poor. It made Uri feel guilty in a way. He had all the money in the world. Yes he spends his time making jam in a cabin away from town, but he has the security of generational wealth behind him. Kenny doesn’t have that. They both talked about simple things like what they’d eat once they got home, or how the fish must all be asleep. They returned home empty handed - but both felt happy in a way. Each other’s company was enough for the two of them.

Kenny had forced Uri out the kitchen while he made a meal with whatever he could find in Uri’s cabinets. Uri read his book while he waited snuggled in a blanket near the fire. Kenny walked out with two dishes in his hand, pulling out a chair for Uri.

“What a gentleman.” Uri sat down smiling at Kenny. A plate of rice and steamed vegetables sat before him. Kenny watched Uri take a bite as his face turned into a smile.

“That’s delicious!” Uri beamed at Kenny, covering his mouth as he spoke.

“Glad yah like it.” Kenny dug into his on meal. They both ate and talked before heading off to bed.

Uri fell asleep with a smile on his face that night. He was really starting to like this Kenny guy.

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Kenny’s stayed with Uri for almost 3 weeks now and was healing nicely. His body was covered in previous scars so Uri had no doubt that he’d heal well. But in a way it broke Uri’s heart. Knowing that once Kenny’s good to go, he’ll leave and never come back. Uri always enjoyed the quiet of the mountains but he’s come to love the company Kenny brings. Maybe he’s just lonely. But deep down Uri knew why he so desperately wanted Kenny to stay.

Uri and Kenny had went fishing earlier that morning and luck was on their side! They cause loads of fish! Well mainly Kenny did. They had so much that Uri debated on going and selling some, after all he didn’t need this much! But that meant going into town. Kenny had offered and was on his merry way. Uri told Kenny to spend the money he earned on whatever he wanted. He had a feeling it would be cigarettes. But oh well. When Kenny comes back Uri will check on his wounds.

I’m the meantime Uri was gutting out all the insides of the fish, a simple stew brewing behind him. It’s been so long since he’s had meat. Maybe he should told Kenny to stop at the butchers. Uri smiled thinking about the man and went back to the task on hand when he felt his cheeks burn. He grilled the fish and stirred the soup - the house smelt so warm and comforting a complete opposite of the harsh conditions outside. Uri heard the front door be pushed open, Kenny’s back.

“I’ve almost finished cooking.” Uri brushed his hands on the front of his apron. Kenny held two big brown bags in his arms. Setting them down while he took off his boots.

“Smells great sweet pea.” Kenny walked over to the kitchen pulling out the brown bag’s contents. Uri stood next to him, curious. Cigarettes. Called it. His cabin had started to constantly smell like smoke because of Kenny’s habit - he smoked A LOT. And Uri’s single pack he bought lasted only a day or two. Kenny placed lots of beers. So he drinks alcohol? Uri’s not surprised honestly. Kenny then pulled out a bouquet of pansies - handing them to Uri.

“Thought they matched yer eyes.” Kenny held the bouquet near his face. Uri stared up at Kenny unable to form a sentence or an action.

“Yah gonna take yer flowers sweat pea? Or yah just gonna stare at me?” Kenny didn’t once break eye contact, smirking. Looking deep into Uri’s eyes. Kenny’s gaze drifted a little lower.

“Hah, thank you! Their beautiful. Really.” Uri spoke, hiding the lower half of his face with the flowers. For the first time Kenny didn’t have a snarky remark, his face turned red at the sight of Uri’s pretty eyes looking at him. Kenny stood still before clearing his throat and saying it was no big deal.

Uri placed the flowers in some water, and set the vase on the table. They really were beautiful. After eating together and Kenny cleaning up. They sat on Uri’s bed.

Kenny’s shirt was long gone, as Uri inspected his wounds. The stitches would probably have to be removed soon since they had healed up, and his bullet wound was pretty much healed as well. Kenny would be gone soon.

“You’re healing nicely.” Uri tone shifted slightly.

“Tsk cours’ I am! Look at me!” Kenny leaned back on his arms. Uri trailed a finger over one of Kenny’s scars, painted across his chest. Kenny watched Uri’s hand delicately graze over his pec, like he was afraid to hurt him. Uri retracted his finger once he realized his mistake. Kenny laughed saying it was fine.

“Yah wanna know how I got them?” Kenny asked.

“Yes.” Uri looked right at Kenny as he spoke.

Kenny pointed at his bicep talking about when he’d been roughing up a guy for messing with his sister, and got sliced with a knife as a result. Then he pulled his pants showing the scar of his calf, talking about when he’d been trying to get away from some men but the got him by the legs then bam. Kenny pointed at every one of his scars telling Uri about the men who’d given them to him. Uri smiled listening intently and asking questions here and there.

“This one, right. Yah can feel it.” Kenny spoke, placing Uri’s hand flat on Kenny’s pec. The original scar Uri had touched.

“This one. Is kinda funny yah know.”

“Oh really?” Uri giggled.

“Yea’ cause this one happened when I was with someone.” Kenny leaned in closer, still holding Uri’s hand to his chest, the other near Uri’s thigh bracing himself.

“I was with someone. We were. Explorin’ each other.” Kenny looked deeply into Uri’s eyes as he was pinned against his bed. Kenny’s hands on both sides of Uri’s head. While Uri clutched a fist on his chest, his remaining hand still flat against Kenny. Holding him back.

“Then I tripped and hit his wooden beam thing? It broke, sharp fuck cut my chest.” Kenny leaned back against the pillows on Uri’s bed.

“Heh he. That’s so irresponsible.” Uri slowly got up. Mind still jumbled up.

“Yea’ it was.” Kenny smirked at the memory. They both sat in silence. Uri too afraid to look up. He can feel Kenny’s eyes on him.

“Your almost healed up. So I guess you get to go home now.” Uri broke the silence. His voice barely above a whisper.

“Got no home.” Kenny said. That made Uri look at him. Kenny snickered.

“I ain’t rich like yer are. Home got burned down, Kuchel lives in some brothel. And I’m just seeing where I end up dead.” Kenny spoke with no emotion in his face. Uri looked stunned. How’d he know? It’s not like he’s parading his wealth.

“Yer necklace. Not just anybody got a pretty gold necklace like that.” Kenny pointed at the necklace, clutched in Uri’s fist. He hadn’t realized how observant Kenny was.

“Where are you going to go?” Uri heard himself ask.

“Dunno.” Kenny closed his eyes leaning his head back.

“You. You can always stay here.” Uri looked at his lap, not wanting to hear the rejection about to come.

“Yah really are just the sweetest thing. Aren’t yah sweet pea?” Kenny leaned forward. Uri looked at him. And blushed.

Kenny tended to the fire as the sun had set. Uri sat curled up in his sofa chair reading a book. They had just finished eating a warm filling meal and had nothing else to do for the day. Kenny stood up and left the room before returning with a bottle of whiskey with him. Uri looked at from his book.

“What’s this for?” Uri asked.

“To drink? What else.” Kenny popped open the lid, gulping down the liquid from the bottle. He whipped his mouth - handing it towards Uri. Uri’s eyes grew wide as he shook his head.

“I don’t drink alcohol.”

“Ah come on! It won’t kill yah. Promise.” Kenny shook the bottle in front of Uri’s face.

“I really shouldn’t.”

“For me.” Uri locked eyes with Kenny. Before taking the bottle and chugging down a quick gulp - ignoring the indirect kiss they shared. It burned going down Uri’s throat. He coughed and Kenny laughed at his reaction.

“It’s not funny. That’s utterly vile!” Uri said between coughs.

“Come on sweet pea, ain’t that bad.” Kenny took another swing of whiskey as he spoke.

“You can have it!” Uri laughed

“I will!” Kenny drank with more vigor to prove his point. Uri couldn’t help but laugh at the vulgarity of this man. As the night went on Kenny got drunker and drunker.

“Yah know sweet pea. Yer really such a tease.” Kenny slurred, the multiple empty whiskey bottles thrown all over the place.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Yah look up at me with those damn eyes. When yah go on yer knees to clean the ground. Archin’ yer back to really get all the spots. When yah look away all shy.” Uri could see Kenny re-living these moments in his mind. With a look down he could see a growing bulge in his pants.

“Where yah starin’ Uri?” It’s like Kenny commanded his attention.

“Eh sorry! I-I have to go to sleep!” Uri got up. Kenny watching his movements.

“You should really head to bed as well. But um you should take care of y-your um situation. The bathrooms free!” Uri rushed that last part before running off into his room. He didn’t want Kenny to get stuck with blue balls. But he also didn’t want Kenny. Well. Not like this. He wanted him to be in a sober state of mind you know? Was that too much to ask. He’d accepted that he liked Kenny more than just a friend, but did Kenny feel the same way? Maybe he just wanted to have sex. But Uri wanted more than that!

Uri hit his head on his pillow. UGH! This was so confusing! Uri tried to drift off to sleep. When he heard a noise coming from the bathroom. He got up and put his ear against the door. It was Kenny. And Uri knew exactly what he was doing. He could hear the groans and moans leave Kenny’s mouth, he wanted to Leah and give the man the privacy he deserved. But he couldn’t. Uri could feel his cock harden as Kenny came with a muffled grunt. Feeling disgusted with himself Uri went back into his room, locking the door.

Uri lay in bed with an uncomfortable erection. He couldn’t sleep. Damnit. He got some oil and pulled down his underwear. Slicking up his fingers, he pushes one into his tight ass and stroked his cock at the same time, biting his lip to keep quiet. This was the only way Uri got off, by fucking himself on his fingers. He added a second finger - biting his lips harder. As he stroked his cock, fucked his ass. Uri pushed his face into his pillow hoping to muffle all the moans as he stuck his ass out into the air, trying to get deeper. He pushed in a third finger, whining at the stretch he felt. Feeling closer Uri sped up chasing his release, with a shout he came all over. Uri lay there covered in cum, eyes slowly closing as he drifted off to sleep.

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Kenny hasn’t spoken to him. It’s been 3 hours since they’ve been awake and Kenny’s not said a word to him! Is it about last night? It’s not like Uri did anything! Maybe that’s the reason? Uri didn’t do anything so now Kenny sees no worth in him. Kenny isn’t like that. Or is he. Uri knew practically nothing about the man, all his stories about his scars were pretty vague. Hell he didn’t even know he had a sister till not too long ago. Uri looked at the Kenny lying on his back, twisting a knife in his hands. Like it came naturally to him. Uri put his book down.

“Um Kenny?” Uri sat up straightening his posture.

“Yea’? Sweet pea.” Kenny remained the same.

“How did you end up bleeding to death in the snow?”

“I didn’t tell yah?” Kenny looked over at a nervous Uri.

“No. You didn’t.” Uri pushed further. He just wanted to make sure Kenny wasn’t a dangerous man is all. Kenny turned back to his original position.

“Some guys beat me up. I ran. Same old story.”

“But why. Why did they attack you?”

“Dunno.” Uri never understood how Kenny could be so vague. But Kenny couldn’t be dangerous. He’s just poor man protecting his family.

“Kenny let’s go into town. I don’t feel like cooking today.”

“Aight. Whatever yah say.” Kenny put his knife back into his trench coat.

Uri and Kenny walk side by side in Town Sina. Honestly Uri doesn’t know why he dragged himself out here again. Well he’s here now might as well make it count. Maybe they could eat out somewhere.

“URI!” Uh oh.

“Hi Rod. How are you?” Uri turned towards his brother with a polite smile. Kenny stopped walking - looking back once he realized Uri wasn’t next to him.

“I’d be a lot better if my brother wouldn’t worry me sick!” Rod grabbed Uri by the shoulder. Leaning close he whispered.

“Come to my house. Quick.” Uri turned to call Kenny. When Rod squeezed his shoulder. Shaking his head.

“Kenny could you please find somewhere to eat? I’ll come find you. Okay?” Uri called out. Kenny nodded. Pulling his hat further down and walked off into the distance. Before Uri could even speak he was pulled away into a carriage. Rod signaled to the driver and they were on their way back to their childhood home. They sat in silence. Uri fiddling with his fingers and Rod looking anywhere but Uri.

Uri walked up the stairs to the main entrance of the Reiss mansion. The doors were opened by a butler. Uri greeted Rod’s wife - who held a baby Frieda in his arms. Uri spent way too long marveling at the baby before walking off. Rod had many children. And many whores. They sat facing each other in the dining room. Rod had ordered the butlers and maids to fetch - tea and biscuits served along with sandwiches and fruits. He even served some of Uri’s jam. That made him smile. It’s been a long time since he’s sat here.

“What did you want to talk about?” Uri spoke first. Rod in the middle of eating a biscuit, pushed it down with his tea before a stern look crossed his face.

“I don’t want you around that man”

“Who?” Uri was genuinely confused.

“That tall one. With the trench coat.”

“Oh! You mean Kenny! Oh Rod he’s nothing to worry about! I know he looks and acts a bit strange but that’s just how he is!” Uri started to ramble.

“URI!” The room fell silent.

“The towns people talk. Word travels quick. I don’t want my brother to be known as some fag running around with an Ackerman of all people!”

“He’s not an Ackerman!” Uri defended Kenny’s honor. He was shocked at Rod’s audacity. How could he call Kenny an Ackerman! Uri has the memories of his father telling him the tales of the savage blood thirsty killers known as the Ackermans drilled into his mind.

“DID HE TELL YOU THAT?!” Rod slammed his hands onto the table standing up. Uri felt small and hurt. How could his brother be so cruel to accuse someone like that. Uri’s eyes began to tear up, his voice cracking as he spoke.

“H-He isn’t an Ackerman.” Uri stood and left before Rod could yell at him more. He wasn’t a baby. He hated how Rod treated him like a child! Just cause their parents died and Uri agreed for the family business to go to Rod doesn’t mean he’s an idiot. Uri wiped his tears, entering the carriage and letting the driver know where he’s headed.

Uri got out. The winter air blowing away the dried tears on his face. He walked around searching for Kenny but he couldn’t find him anywhere. He went to all the restaurants that were still open asking whether or not they had seen a man that resembles Kenny. Nothing. Uri then asked every shop that was still open. Nothing. Uri walked home in the dark. Alone. No wolves had come. He walked into his cabin, praying to see Kenny across his couch. Nothing.

That night Uri felt cold, even with the fire burning and blankets wrapped around him. Kenny wasn’t an Ackerman. He just wasn’t.

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Kenny walked with his head down, trying to avoid unwanted attention. Kenny knew that everyone was aware of what he is. Seems like Uri’s the only one oblivious. Kenny was an Ackerman. He wasn’t exactly proud of the name - but he ain’t gonna deny it belongs to him. He knew that the towns people were suspicious about him. They’d already reported him to the towns police - truly such a shame what happened to those folks. If only Uri knew what Kenny did when he was fast asleep. Kenny could hear the whispers that lingered around him. The things they said. The insults they hurled.

Kenny finds the nearest restaurant, waltzing in like he owns the place.

“Table for two.”

“Good evening sir- wait a minute your-“ Kenny saw the realization fall on the woman’s face.

“Somethin’ wrong miss?” Kenny gave a threatening look.

“N-No sir.” The woman was trembling. Kenny smirked.

“Imma head out for a cigarette break. Better keep that table ready.” Kenny turned as the woman stood shaking like a deer in headlights.

Kenny leaned against the wall off the restaurant, breathing in his cigarette letting it fill his lungs. The police would show up no doubt. He’d have to think of a way to deal with that, fuck! It’s like life didn’t want to be easy for him. Kenny heard the galloping of horses, that was quicker than he thought. Dropping his cigarette to the ground - Kenny put it out. When he looked up he was surrounded by multiple horses and police officers. Well fuck. He thought there’d only be like one or two not a fucking tribe of them.

“Put your hands up where I can see them!” Kenny stood still not knowing what to do.

“I said put your hands up!” Should he listen or?

“PUT-“ Kenny turned pulling out his pistol, shooting the officer in front of him and running into the woods. He heard the commotion behind him. The gunshots fired. He ain’t going back to jail anytime soon. As Kenny ran he wondered if he should head back to Uri’s. But decided against it better not involve Uri in this. Kenny ran still hearing the footsteps of the officers behind him. Gunshots were fired into the trees, hoping to hit him. You need a lot more than hope to take down Kenny the Rip- he was tumbling forward. Fuck! He’d been shot in the leg. He hid behind a tree, pulling out one of Uri’s shirts - tying it around his leg. So he stole something from Uri. Big deal! The guy was filthy rich! He could buy another if he wanted to, not like he’d notice it’s gone anyway.

Kenny listened to his surroundings. The officers footsteps seemed to be a good distance away. Should he risk it? And go where? He could go back to the underground. See what Kuchel’s up to. Aight it’s settled then. Kuchel gets to be reunited with her big brother. Just once his leg calmed down. After a few minutes of searching the officers went back to their horses. Kenny took his chance, wobbling as he made his way through the forest. He didn’t really know which way to go or how he’d gotten here in the first place. Oh well. Kenny felt as if he’d walked around the whole mountain and his leg was killing him! He didn’t even know where he was. Fuck he was lost. Should he go uphill or downhill? Downhill it is. He ain’t got the energy for going uphill. Kenny ached as he made his way down, thinking about how he’d probably be sharing a meal with Uri round about now. Uri. He’s gonna miss Uri’s pretty purple eyes. His soft spoken words. His delicate touches. Those plump lips. Fuck.

The sun had set long ago. But at least he was at the edge of the forest. Kenny sat at the edge of the road. Waiting. Then the greatest sound Kenny’s heard took place - galloping of hooves. With all his strength Kenny stood up, holding out his thumb. The wagon had stopped in front of him.

“Where yah headed.” The elder man asked.

“Town Maria.” Kenny’s voice dry. The man signaled to the back. As Kenny hopped into the back. He lay on top of sacks filled with wheat, closing his eyes. He dreamt of Uri.

Tap Tap.

“Oi! Yer here!” Kenny moved his hat from his face, pushing himself up - leaning back on his elbows. Squinting his eyes at the blazing sun. He got off and thanked the man, before stumbling towards the entrance of the underground. You see the underground was what towns people referred to when seeing dirt poor beggars living in alleyways or tiny cramped houses, packed with 6 or 7 families. Whole apartment buildings sharing one toilet. Kenny walked through the archway into Town Maria. Pushing down his hat. He hastily made his way to the brothels in the area. There were a few, but he had time to check them all. He’d have to wait for nightfall though. Kenny found some pharmacy called “Yegears.”

“Hello sir- oh gosh! You’re bleeding so much! Please wait there! I’ll go get my husband! Grisha! Grisha!” The woman yelled. Honestly all Kenny could hear was the ringing in his ear. Then he was nearing the floor.

When Kenny woke up, his leg had been professionally cared for.

“I see you’re awake now.” The man Kenny assumed to be ‘Grisha’

“Are you going to tell me how you got a bullet in your leg? Or are you unable to talk?” Kenny grumbled. What could he say to get this guy off his back.

“Shot myself in the leg.” Grisha didn’t look impressed.

“You. Shot yourself? In your leg?”

“Yea’ it happens” Grisha was about to interject when that woman from earlier barged in.

“Dear! How is he? Oh! Your awake! Nice to meet you, I’m Carla! How are you feeling?” How she talks a lot.

“I’m fine. Gotta be somewhere though.” Kenny got out of bed.

“You can’t leave just yet!” That Grisha spoke.

“Yea’ I can. And I fucking will.” Kenny was annoyed at how much time he was wasting. It was already nightfall and he really didn’t wanna run into Kuchel while she had a client. Kenny started walking towards the door. The Carla woman blocking his path, he was about to yell when she handed him a brown bag.

“It has pain killers and all sorts of medicine. If you’re leaving please take this with you. It will put my mind at ease.” Kenny looked at the tiny woman in front of him. The back at that Grisha man.

Kenny walked around the bustling brothels of the night, brown bag in hand. Asking if they had anyone available known as Kuchel. But he was met with rejection upon rejection. One left.

“Anyone here known as Kuchel.” He knew she wouldn’t use her whole name.

“Kuchel? Let me check.” The man flipped through his book of names. Kenny looked around, there were women everywhere all smiling and waving, pulling men, married or not into their bedrooms. A group of women giggling while looking at him.

“Ah yes! We do have someone named Kuchel, she’s in room 137, may have to wait your turn though.” The man laughed patting Kenny on the shoulder.

Kenny made his way towards the room, knocking firmly to make his presence known.

“Come in~” Kuchel’s voice beckoned him inside. Kenny swung the door open, to see Kuchel lying in her bed, back arched, hands in hair, legs bent covering the important parts. When she locked eyes with Kenny she immediately went to cover herself.

“Kenny! What the hell are you doing here?!” She shouted. Kenny shut the door, better the world doesn’t hear their private matters.

“Came to see my baby sis.” Kenny stretched out his arms going in for a hug. Kuchel pushed him away.

“Yeah right! What did you do!” She shouted

“Nothin’ why’d yah always assume I’m up to somethin’!”

“Cause you are! You’re always getting into trouble and you’re always dragging me into it!”

“Ah come on Kuchel I ain’t that bad.”

“Yeah you’re not that bad, but you’re bad enough.”

“Mama?” A little voice from the shadows called. Kuchel immediately walked towards the sound. Kneeling down to its level.

“I’m sorry baby, did mama wake you? Let’s go back to bed alright?” Kuchel lead the little boy back into his room, shutting the door.

“Who’s that.”

“None of your business.”

“Yah got knocked up didn’t yah.” Kuchel stayed silent, arms crossed around her chest.

“Do I get to meet him? Or?”

“No.” Kuchel was firm in the way she spoke.

“Why the hell not?” Kenny was genuinely offended.

“Because I won’t let Levi turn out to be like you! Some blood thirsty killer who brings nothing but bad luck! You have no heart Kenny! No humanity or love or ANYTHING!” Kuchel stood still, catching her breath.

“Well. Can’t argue with that. Just wanted to see how ye were doin’ yah seem to be doin’ good. Eh I met a guy in Sina. His name is Uri. Um that’s about all there is to it when it comes to me.” Kenny looked at Kuchel.

“I’ll be going then. Take care.” Kenny left without a word he knew that Kuchel had been mad at him before he’d left. Heck she was always mad at him for something. She was right though. He was a filthy killer. Kenny walked out ignoring all the women who grabbed his arm or made lewd gestures towards him. He just wanted to go home. With Uri. But it’s too late to do anything now. He needed a hotel or somethin’ but he’s got no money. He should have asked Kuchel for some cash before leaving. She’d have probably teared him apart if he did that. Kenny walked to the nearest house - picking the lock, he closed the door and made his way to master bedroom. A couple lay sleeping soundly. Kenny pulls out his knife - slitting both their throats. He pushes them both off and kicked off his boots and started getting comfy. A warm bed really did wonders.

A small gasp. Kenny opened his eyes to the sound. A little girl stands in the bedroom. Hands clutching a teddy bear. Kenny groans as he gets up, towering over the little girl. Shit she was shaking like a leaf. Kenny bent to his knees looking straight at the girl.

“Do you see me?” The girl slowly nodded. Kenny sighed.

“That’s not good.” Kenny punched the girl with little strength but it was enough to knock her out. He tied her up and shoved her in the closet. By the time cops find her and she gives her statement, he’d be long gone. Kenny went back into bed. The scent of blood polluted the room, most would find this disturbing. Kenny found it comforting.

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Uri sat alone in his cabin, curled into a ball on his sofa chair. Snuggling close to the fire - book in hand. Usually this would be a perfect moment for Uri. But he felt sadness in his heart. Uri had grown accustomed to Kenny sprawled atop his couch in the most undignified way, spinning a knife in his fingers. But he wasn’t here. And he’d took a part of Uri with him without realizing.

Uri sighed closing his book, he wasn’t paying attention anyway. He tried to think of something to occupy his mind - but there was nothing to do. He’d collected all the berries yesterday and he’d have to wait for the new ones to grow before making more jam. He has plenty of fish, there was no reason to go fishing. His cabin was spotless after being cleaned like 5x already. He could bake something?

Uri searched his cabinets and pulled out whatever he thought would be of use. He could make a pie! Oh that would be perfect! He still had leftover berries. Uri tied his apron getting to work. Tying his hair back into a small ponytail - he began making the dough, kneading and rolling. Placing it into a pan, he made the filling with berries that he mixed with sugar and flour. He spent way too long on making a pretty design on top. Weaving here and there. He pushed the pie into the oven. Now the dishes. Uri scrubbed, dried and put everything back where it belonged. Uri hadn’t realized but his plan worked. He wasn’t thinking about Kenny at all! Uri pulled out his pie from the oven, smelling its heavenly aroma. When a knock was heard at his door.

Uri opened the door. Apron still on, covered in flour, holding his pie in his other hand. He looked a mess. Rod’s expression said that much.

“Rod? I wasn’t expecting you” Uri moved to the side, allowing Rod inside.

“Who are you ever expecting.” The sarcasm radiated off him as he shuck off his coat, hanging it on the coat hanger to the side.

“I wanted to show you something.” Rod told Uri gesturing for him to take a seat. Uri placed his pie between the two, sitting across from Rod. ‘That’s Kenny’s seat’ crossed Uri’s mind. Dampening his mood.

Rod opened his suitcase pulling out stacks of newspapers and photos and documents which were all circled or underlined.

“You wanna know what this.” Rod leaned forward, resting his head on his hand.

“Please do tell.” Uri had a gut feeling about what this was.

“This is all the evidence I’ve got my men to collect to prove that Kenny guy is an Ackerman.” Rod pulled a paper from his pile, handing it to Uri. The headline read ‘Kenny the Ripper terrorizes Military Police.’

“Kenny. You see that Uri. He’s a killer, a lot like the Ackermans.

“So what Rod! There’s lots of kennys out there. And even if that was him being a murderer doesn’t make him an Ackerman.” Uri retorted.

“Uri do you hear yourself? But I knew you’d say that.” Rod placed more paper in front of Uri. They were wanted posters. The sketch looked a lot like Kenny.

“You gonna tell me that’s not him.”

“It’s not him.” Uri was honestly trying to convince himself as well as Rod. He could see the frustration on Rod’s face grow.

“Just promise me you’ll look over this. Okay?” Uri nodded. Rod left without much more to say to him. Leaving Uri sat at his dining table, paper scattered everywhere. His pie turned cold.

Uri sat near the fire eating his pie, no point in wasting it after all that hard work, while looking over all the papers Rod had given him. The more he read. The more his eyes cleared. Maybe Kenny was an Ackerman. He’d never asked for his full name. And Kenny never told him. The description of the multiple murders made Uri sick to his stomach. The autopsy reports showed how ruthless the killer must have been. And everything pointed to Kenny the Ripper. Uri didn’t know what to do with this sort of information, he was afraid of what he’d find if Kenny returned. But deep down he wanted him back. Even if he was an Ackerman.

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Kenny awoke to the scent of blood in the air. Today was gonna be a good day, he could just feel it. Quick check in the closet. The little girl wasn’t unconscious but she was asleep, don’t matter to him, he’s gone. Stepping over the dead bodies of the couple Kenny’d killed, he gathered his pocket knives, guns, bullets, shoving them in his trench coat. He puts on his hat looking around at the mess he made. And left feeling no remorse. Okay maybe only a little. For the girl that is. No parent should bring children into this corrupted world.

There wasn’t many people around, just your everyday people. Mothers with their children, preachers, beggars, decaying bodies. The military police probably wouldn’t show up till months after the crime had been done. That’s how it was in the underground. You were worse than the shit on people’s shoes. Kenny debated on seeing Kuchel, but decided against it. She made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him. She’s probably asleep anyways. Kenny walked with his head down in the crowd of people. No one paid attention to him. The ones that did whispered behind his back, as if he couldn’t hear them. Kenny thought of ways to get back to Sina. To Uri. Sitting on a barrel, Kenny stretched his legs. Getting comfortable he pulled out a cigarette - taking a drag.

The sound of barking and hooves echoed through the town. Kenny looked up, the military police. The fuck were they doing here? He watched the men from afar as they entered the house Kenny’d just been in. What the fuck? It’s not even been a day! How’d they get here so quick! Kenny observed the men, talking, getting stretchers for the bodies, the little girl shaking as an officer spoke with her. Then the dogs started barking and sniffing the air. Trying to find a scent. Abruptly standing up, Kenny crushes his cigarette on the ground, before making a quick escape. He mingled with the crowd, less suspicious that way. He didn’t know where to go, but he wasn’t staying there a second longer. Kenny hide in the shadows as he made his way to the archway entrance. Fuck, there were military police guarding it. No what.

Kenny stood in the alleyway thinking of a way out. There were only two of them, looked like rookies. Armed. But only two. Not to mention no one else was around. He could quickly slit their throats or shoot em in the head. Maybe even strangle them to death. They weren’t big, not like Kenny. He could easily overpower them. Kenny looked both ways. Clear. Fuck it was now or never. Stepping out of the shadows Kenny walked towards the officers, head down, hands in pockets.

“State your business for leaving Town Maria.” One of ‘em said, proudly holding his gun. Kenny didn’t reply. Agitating the other.

“He asked you a question.” The other man cocked his gun. Kenny finally looked up. The man recognizing his face instantly stuttered. Kenny pulled out his gun - bullet through the head. The other aimed his gun at Kenny, but was shaking uncontrollably. Hand on the trigger. Kenny walked up to the boy. Placed the gun right against his temple.

“This is how you pull the trigger.” The boy fell to the ground. Kenny sighed at the pathetic excuses of men that lie at his feet. Before turning away out of Maria. A gunshot hits Kenny right through his abdomen. FUCK. He turns around to more officers riding horses. Fuck when’d they show up? Kenny held his stomach as he sprinted out Maria. He ran into the tree line, ignoring the shouts behind him. He didn’t rest once. Nile the head of the Military Police. Looked down at his recruits. Young ambitious men with a promising future. Dead. A loving mother and providing father. Dead. Their beautiful daughter. Empty. What kind of monster could do this? Nile knew who the killer was. An Ackerman. Not just any Ackerman. Kenny Ackerman.

Kenny ran till his lungs couldn’t take it anymore. Clutching his stomach he pulls back his hand, covered in blood, watches as more blood soaks through his shirt and trench coat. Fuck. He should have waited till night fall or something. Kenny held his abdomen closing his eyes. He thought of Uri. And his gentle hands that cared for him so sweetly. Uri.

When Kenny woke up he was in the back of a wagon. A woman was leading the horse. She was beautiful. Kenny looked to see the gorgeous woman had wrapped a scarf tightly around his stomach area.

“Where you headed?” Her voice just as captivating as her face.

“Sina.”

“Sina? You don’t look like you belong there. Lucky for you I’m headed that direction anyway.”

“You don’t look like you belong in Sina anymore than I do.” Kenny grinned. The woman laughed.

“Guess you’re right. But believe it or not my daddy’s mighty rich. I’m visiting him you see. My names Carly. Stratmann.” Kenny looked over at the woman. He knew her father. The guy had been on Kenny’s kill list since he was a boy. At least he knew this Carly wasn’t lying about her wealth.

“How’d you get so beaten up? If you don’t mind me asking that is?” Kenny knew these type of women. The ones who always knew what to say to get exactly what they want. Whether that’s money, sex, information. They got it.

“Yah know. This that.” Kenny tried to be as vague as possible. Carly laughed.

“Oh how I love a mysterious man.” She purred the last part, drawing Kenny in further. He snickered at the woman’s boldness, lying down with a thud. Man this was going to be a trip he remembered.

At some point they stopped to take a break. Kenny still in the back as Carly sat beside him. Smoking a cigarette. She handed the box to Kenny.

“Want one?” She puffed smoke into the air. Kenny smirked at Carly.

“Yer one hell of a woman yah know that.” Kenny took his pick, as Carly lighted his cigarette. They both chatted and smoke together till they worked up an appetite. Carly had sandwiches from the day before, she didn’t mind sharing. By the time they made it near Sina. It was already nightfall. Carly stopped near the entrance to Sina. Kenny stood up.

“You’re leaving already? Sina is that way you know” Carly spoke. Kenny got off the wagon with a thud, grabbing his hat and coat.

“Yea’ sorry. I’m going up the mountain.”

“Up the mountain?” Carly huffed a laugh. “Good luck stranger.” She rode off into Sina as Kenny made his way to Uri’s cabin.

It was pitch black outside and deathly cold. Kenny dragged his body up and up. While Carly had done her best in fixing him up. He still felt like utter shit. When Kenny had reached the cabin’s door, he was exhausted. Raising his fist he banged on the door.

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Uri was tidying up the place. When someone started banging on the door. Fear coursed through his veins like never before. It’s was the middle of the night. Who could possibly be at his door. Not to mention it’s not like they knocked. They’re banging on the door. Uri was honestly afraid they’d break down his door. But what if someone needed help? Or were hurt? Then they would have said something! But.

Uri slowly made his way over, hesitating. Before.

“W-Who is it?” Uri held the door handle so tight, his knuckles were turning white.

“Me.” Kenny. It was Kenny. But the door remained closed. Uri wanted to let him in. He truly did! But the evidence that Rod had shown him pointed towards the fact Kenny was an Ackerman.

“Didn’t yah hear me, sweet pea. It’s me. Kenny.” Uri held still. A loud bang on the door made Uri take a step back.

“Uri open the fucking door!” Kenny pounded on the door again. Uri finally finding his voice.

“What’s your name.”

“I fucking told yah! Kenny for fuck’s sake!”

“Your whole name Kenny! What’s your full name. Please tell me.” Uri whispered the last part, he doubted Kenny heard it. No response came back and the pounding had stopped. Uri started to relax. That’s when the kicking started. He was breaking down the door. Uri could see the door shake, the hinges barely holding on.

Dashing towards his closet he pulled out his shotgun. Just as the door broke down and the cold air was let in, Uri aimed the gun right at Kenny. They both looked at each other. The only noise being their breathing and the wind blowing. Kenny was hurt. He’s abdomen bandaged. Uri’s instincts told him to run and care for his wounds. But Uri stood still, gun ready. Kenny walked over like a wounded predator. Uri didn’t move. Not even when Kenny towered over him.

Kenny grabbed the head of the shotgun, pushing it against the bottom of his chin.

“Pull it.” Uri’s finger was on the trigger, but didn’t press. They were much closer together now. Bodies pushed up against one another. Kenny smirked.

“A gun don’t belong in dainty hands like that, sweet pea.” Kenny was smug. And Uri hated it. He hated how right he was. Kenny pulled the gun out of Uri’s hands before he could react, the gun was thrown across the room.

All of a sudden Uri felt more vulnerable under Kenny’s watchful gaze. He looked so menacing and terrifying. Uri slowly backed away. But Kenny followed. Till eventually Uri hit a wall, sliding down it. He sat at Kenny’s feet. Cornered. Scared. Vulnerable. Uri thought for sure he’d die. Die by the hands he so desperately wanted to hold. By the man he so desperately wanted to love. Uri closed his eyes waiting for his fate to come.

He heard shuffling. As Kenny moved around.

“Open yer eyes.” Uri opened his eyes. Staring at an eye level Kenny. Kenny lowered himself down to be able to clearly see Uri.

“Yah wanna know what my name is.” Kenny asked. Uri was too afraid to make a sound. He sat there in that corner. Shaking. Wide eyed.

“Ackerman. My name’s Kenny Ackerman. But I’m more famously known as Kenny the Ripper. Uri was bewildered. How could he speak so normally? Or look so handsome this close up. Or smell so good. Stop it Uri! This is not the time. Kenny leaned in even closer, bracing his hand next to Uri’s head. His breath on Uri’s lips.

“Are you scared of me? Hm? Uri.” Uri shook his head. Shaking. He didn’t want to anger Kenny, that would only make things worse. But gosh this close, he felt like doing something he shouldn’t. Kenny snickered.

“Don’t lie to me, sweet pea.” Uri didn’t know what to do but, he looked Kenny in the eye. When did his eyes get so dark? Maybe he could convince him to let him go. After all it was Uri who had nursed him back to health.

“K-Kenny. Please. Kenny.” Uri didn’t know what to say. He was so afraid the words didn’t come out. Kenny stared back at him, before lowering his head.

“If yah keep sayin’ my name all lovey dovey like that. I won’t be able to control myself.” Uri gently placed his hand on Kenny’s cheek. Forcing Kenny to look at him. He could feel the stubble on his face. Uri leaned in and gave a quick but loving peck on Kenny’s lips. He pulled back expecting Kenny to be disgusted and plunge a knife through Uri’s heart - instead he was pulled into a fierce kiss. Sitting in Kenny’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck deepening his kiss. Kenny’s hands around his waist pulling him closer, like he couldn’t get enough of him. They separated breathing heavily, Uri hadn’t realized how little air he’d been getting. He was too focused on Kenny’s lips. Oh god how he wanted more. He wanted Kenny to be with him forever. Stop wait. What’s he thinking! Kenny’s an Ackerman. No. He won’t let this happen.

Kenny went in for another, to continue where they left off. But was stopped by Uri’s palm against his mouth.

“Stop Kenny. I don’t want this.” Uri could feel the scowl on Kenny’s face.

“Bullshit!” Kenny shouted into Uri’s palm.

“I-I um. I need to go.” Uri untangled himself from Kenny’s arms, dusting off his robe before putting on his coat.

“I uh I’ll be at Rod’s place. Feel free to use my cabin. It’s all stocked up um. Goodbye Kenny.” Uri closed his front door behind him, leaving a broken Kenny on his knees. Even though it was dark, the sun was supposed to be rising soon. Uri was going to stay at his brother’s house, he knew Rod wouldn’t mind. If anything he’d be glad to see him. Uri didn’t know why he told Kenny that. Ugh he’s such an idiot now Kenny knows where to go, if he wanted to kill him. Maybe he should tell Rod about it.

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Uri woke up to the stream of sunlight peeking through his curtains. The groaned, pulling himself further into the many pillows and comfy mattress he had, his blanket was handmade - and was so warm. Uri wanted to sleep forever. He’d have to get up eventually. Uri had a feeling if he slept in anymore then he’d not get up. Pulling himself out of bed and drawing the curtains - Uri stretched his arms yawning. He could really go for a bath right about now.

Uri eased into the warm water that had been prepared for him by one of the maids. Uri groaned at his muscles relaxing, he hadn’t realized how much pressure he was putting on himself. Uri pulled his leg out of the water, pulling it back in. He really had nothing to do. How he’d missed this life. Bathing in luxury, not having to lift a finger. Uri closed his eyes, letting the warm water engulf him, the sweet scents consume his body, Kenny. Woah. Uri opened his eyes. Sitting up straighter - let’s not think about that Ackerman. And his masculine face, or his strong biceps, his muscular back, his big hands. I wonder how they’d feel inside - STOP! Uri smacked himself in the face. He can’t think about this right now. Uri looked down. Why now. He was hard. Really hard. Uri listened close. There shouldn’t be anyone in the halls or anything. If he’s quiet he should be fine. Uri sucked his fingers on one hand, stroking his cock with the other. Once his fingers were slicked enough, he leaned back spreading his legs. And pushed a finger into his ass - playing around trying to find that special spot. Once he was stretched enough he pushed in a second. Groaning at the strange feeling - he stroked his cock with more vigor. Uri curled his fingers, eyes rolling back as he bite his lips. Desperately trying to conceal his moans. Uri kept abusing his prostate and stroking his cock, imagining it was Kenny doing these actions for him - the entire time. As he neared his climax. Uri shut his eyes, biting his lip so hard it drew blood. He came with a muffled shout. Uri lay limp in the bathtub. Head over the edge. Kenny.

Uri was exceptionally late to breakfast but he just told Rod he slept in. Which lead Rod to baby Uri about buying a comfier bed, and how money this and that, shoes, jam. Uri mocked his brother’s words doing hand gestures and exaggerated faces behind his back, stopping when Rod turned to face him. Rod mainly stayed with his wife, who was pregnant (again) but Uri didn’t mind her. She was nice and polite. Uri did however feel pity for the woman. She must have knew about the many affairs Rod had. But still she stayed. Uri didn’t understand why she did that. And he never asked. While Uri was the whimsical one in the family, which made people treat him. Differently. It meant children loved him. He loved children. They didn’t judge him or tell him what to do with his life. Uri was given babysitting duty, while Rod was busy with work (another woman) and his wife was worn out because of the pregnancy. Uri didn’t mind looking after baby Frieda. She was very well behaved for a baby. Sleeping most of the time. While Uri read his book. When in reality he’d been on the same page for hours. His mind to busy with something else. Someone else.

It was almost time for dinner now. Uri in his bedroom, lay on his stomach. Kicking his feet at a certain portrait. The wanted photo of Kenny really did capture his perfect features. His dark dangerous eyes, the way his nose was lightly crooked, his scowl. Uri had told himself he’d throw the poster away. But he could always do it tomorrow. A knock on the door.

“Mr Reiss?” A young lady’s voice called

“Yes?”

“Dinner is served. Rod had asked me to fetch you.”

“Thank you. I’ll be on my way down”

“Yes sir.” Uri heard the ladies steps faded away. Looking at Kenny’s face once more. He hide the poster under his pillow, before making his way to the dining room. When he got there he was met with an odd sight. Pyxis was there, already drinking his body weight in liquor. Uri sat down, looking at Rod who simply lifted his shoulders - going back to his dinner. A simple grilled chicken served with some sort of sauce and roasted vegetables. Uri dug in, it smelled heavenly. It tasted even better!

“URI! hah! I didn’t *hic* see yah there!” Pyxis yelled. Even though there was no need as Uri sat opposite him. Quickly swallowing his food.

“Heh, hello Pyxis. How are you?” Uri wasn’t good when it came to socializing only having a few average questions to ask, before losing interest.

“I *hic* I’m great! *hic*” Uri chewed while watching the man. He really liked his alcohol. Uri didn’t see the appeal.

“So how’s business going?” Uri spoke, fairly normal question to ask.

“*hic* fineee *hic* makin’ clothes is well and dandy but the real *hic* good part is the money!” Rod interjected.

“Shoes make more though.” Pyxis laughed at this. The two went back and forth with friendly banter about which made more money. Uri was just happy to finish his meal with a less need to socialize. Once Uri had ate his fill, he excused himself. Waving and bidding goodnight to everyone before he left. Now back in his room. Uri lay in his bed - too big for one person. His head resting on a pillow. Kenny’s poster underneath the one next to him. How would it feel sharing a bed with Kenny? Would he hold Uri in his arms. Or would he prefer to be little spoon? Or would he stab Uri while he slept. In his most vulnerable state. Uri kept reminding himself, Kenny is an Ackerman. An Ackerman! His father’s words ringing in his head. Uri was so sure if he ever met an Ackerman he’d feel nothing but extreme fear. But all he felt towards Kenny. Was love. A devotion he couldn’t get rid of. Uri grumbled - what was he gonna do.

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Kenny slept on the couch. He felt it was wrong to use Uri’s bed even if he wasn’t here. The cabin felt suffocating and small. Like all he wanted to do was get out. But he felt obligated to take care of Uri’s home. Their home. At least Kenny liked to think that. Whether Uri thought this cabin belonged to the both of them were slim to none. Uri hated him. Because of his heritage. Kenny knew he wasn’t an angel of any sorts, killing was his passion. What he lived for. Or what he used to live for. Uri made him really desire something that wasn’t murder. Kenny craved being around Uri. Everything about him drove him crazy. Uri hated him. Kenny slept with a hole in his heart that night.

When he woke up he got straight to work. Cleaning the cabin, watering Uri’s berries, collecting the ripped ones, checking they had all the essentials at home. He didn’t want the place to be trashed just cause Uri had left for a day. He hoped it would only be a day. Kenny’s wound caused him an agitating pain. Every time he felt it (which was often), he thought of Uri and how he’d gently care for him, nursing him back to health. But he wasn’t here. So Kenny unwrapped the bandage (that Carly so sweetly put on him) his wound wasn’t infected. But he’d need stitches. Fuck. Kenny pulled out the first aid and fixed himself up. Hissing every now and then. Uri would have been so gentle, Kenny wouldn’t have felt a thing. And even if he did, Uri’d look at him with those big beautiful round eyes, saying something pretty like he always does. Kenny shook his head. Uri was always running in his mind.

Kenny washed the blood off his hands, something he did often. When he heard a knock at the door. Uri? Kenny swung the door open. A young man stood in front of him.

“I was told to deliver this to you.” The man said handing Kenny an envelope.

“If it’s for Uri, he ain’t here.” Kenny was about to shit the door when the man held it open with his hand.

“No sir, it doesn’t have a name, just an address.” Kenny looked at the boy. Then the envelope. Grabbing it and shutting the door.

He sat at the table with the envelope. He opened it. It was a threat. Telling him to return to Maria and face the consequences for his crimes. And how he was such a heartless killer blah blah blah. Kenny lost interest very quick. Notes like this were a common occurrence to Kenny. His enemies sent threats demanding this and that, Kenny didn’t go through with the deal, they got pissed, tried to kill him, and he’d kill them. That’s how it always went. The letter soon being in the bin. Forgotten.

Kenny lay on the couch, gazing at the sofa chair. Uri’d be curled up into a ball with a book in his hands by now. Turning the page every so often. The fire would always highlight his features in the most delicate, precious way. It made him look so beautiful. So simple yet beautiful. His necklace would shine as well, reminding Kenny that this humble man was different from Kenny. Yes Uri lives a simple life but he has generational wealth behind him, he got to choose this life, he wanted this life. Kenny was forced this life, he’d much rather have everlasting money behind him, than rotting corpses but no this was the life given to him. Kenny just knew how to survive in it.

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Uri had no plans today just like yesterday’s. And he was honestly starting to get bored. The good thing about working and having chores to do is that afterwards you’ll always know what to do with your spare time. For Uri it’s reading. But he had already finished his book. And the others he picked from their very own library. He’d read most of them when he was a child. Where could he find another? Oh his father’s office had a bookshelf that was stacked with books! He’ll go there. Uri never went into his father’s office much but he’s been in there a few times in his youth. The room was regularly cleaned for (even though no one went in it) after his father’s death. Rod went in and out, so did his wife. It was quite lively.

Uri turned the door handle. The room was spotless. A desk in the middle, couches at the side, and there at the back the bookshelf. Uri made his way over, scanning the shelves for something to read. He searched and searched when something caught his eye. ‘Ackermans’ huh? What was this? Oh! Right. This must be the book his father got his stories from. You see when he and Rod were children their father told them the dangers of the Ackermans. Vile, evil creatures that were incapable of loving others - how they killed, raped, tortured people just for the fun of it! When Uri had asked to see the book his father had told him the images depicted inside were too violent and disturbing for anyone to see. Uri’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a tiny bit curious. So he pulled it out the shelf and sat in his father’s chair. Opening the book, he realized they were reports not stories. The layout of it confirmed that much. Reports written to his father and grandfather and great grandfather.

He kept reading. Furrowing his brows. This didn’t make sense. They were reports of successful execution on the Ackerman bloodline - successfully killed mother and child, they were unarmed and begging for mercy, mother’s body was used afterwards as a reward. Successfully killed elder man, tied his leg to a horse, dragging him around town as people threw slurs his way, till he died. Successfully killed a pair of twins, brother was forced to fuck his, Uri closed the book. What the hell was this. No no no. The Ackermans were the killers not them! Uri calmed himself down. Skipping the reports - he got to the images his father had spoke about. He was right they were disturbing. But not for the reason he originally thought. They were Ackermans. Moments before their death. In one photo a woman lay naked a bullet in her head, 8 soldiers stand around her like she’s some trophy they’ve won. Uri knew those soldiers. They gave him sweets when he was just a boy.

The next photo of a baby boy held over boiling water while the solider made a silly face. Like it was a game. Uri turned the page and felt sick to his stomach, closing the book and running to the bathroom. Vomiting out everything in his stomach. It was a pregnant woman. Her baby carved right out of her stomach, lay dead on the ground. A solider was fucking her dead body. Even in death the Ackermans weren’t safe. He had judged Kenny, thinking he was the spawn of the devil because of the crimes he’s done, the people he’s killed. But honestly if the tortures that his family put the Ackerman’s through, happened to him. He’d be the same as Kenny. Angry at the world that shut them out. Uri couldn't hold his tears any longer. He cried and cried and cried. He cried thinking about how Kenny had been injured when he came back. How Uri didn’t help care for him. How he must be in pain. His heart ached at the thought. Uri wanted Kenny to feel no pain. Just love. So much love.

Uri was ready for bed his eyes stained with tears. Rod had asked him why he was crying Uri didn’t say anything and Rod dismissed it as him being whimsical.
Uri sat at his vanity, thinking about returning to Kenny. Apologizing. He’d understand right? Uri hoped he did. A cold air filled his room. Oops must have forgotten to shut the window. Uri got up and closed it. He turned and was facing a very scary Kenny. Uri ran up to him hands on his face and pulled him down in to a kiss. Kenny didn’t kiss back, but he didn’t push him away either. Uri pulls away, still holding his face.

“I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry Kenny. I-I please, please forgive me.” Uri started crying again, he felt so guilty. It was killing him. Kenny wiped Uri’s tears, his hands were rough with callouses. But Uri leaned into the touch.

“Don’t cry sweat pea. Ruins yer pretty face.” Uri huffed at the comment. Kenny tilted his head with a finger under Uri’s chin. Kissing him. Uri kissed back. His arms around Kenny’s neck. Being pulled in by the waist. Kenny licked at Uri’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Uri complied. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths as salvia spilled on to their chins. They pulled away only when they needed air. Kenny looked at Uri. Throwing him over his shoulder and pushing him on to the bed. Kenny threw his hat and coat somewhere. Uri didn’t care.

Kenny was kissing him again, pushing him down into the bed. Uri spread his legs for Kenny to get between. Kenny pinned Uri’s hands above his head as he sucked his neck. Gosh he’d have to cover that. Kenny sucked on his jaw, collar, shoulder, leaving marks all over him. Claiming him. Uri just moaned, grinding into Kenny’s clothed cock. Kenny ripped Uri’s nightgown down the middle, splitting into two pieces. He ripped off the smaller’s panties throwing it somewhere. Uri was left naked. Uri’s body was small, but he was soft. Squishy lower belly, thick round thighs, bouncy ass. Kenny immediately started pinching and sucking on Uri’s overly sensitive nipples, as he grinded into Uri.

“Mhm ngh K-Kenny.” Uri didn’t know what he was asking for but god he felt so good. His cock was twitching and Kenny didn’t slow his pace. He’s gonna cum. And cum he did. Spluttering onto his stomach. Kenny stopped. No! He messed up! Kenny must think he’s some sort of pubescent teen! Who cums from getting their nipples sucked. Uri did. Kenny loomed over Uri.

“Yah got oil?” Uri was shocked, he wanted to continue? Oh wait he asked a question. Uri retrieved the oil he kept in his bedside drawer (for emergencies) and handed it to Kenny. Kenny turned him over onto his stomach.

Kenny liked the view in front of him. Uri’s arms at his sides. Clutching his bedsheets, his back arched just perfectly making his ass look so enticing. Kenny spanked his ass cheeks, forcing a yelp from the smaller. Before spreading them. Admiring the pink puckered hole. Kenny leaned in giving it a lick.

“K-Kenny!” Uri yelped surprised by the action. Kenny chuckled, pushing Uri’s thighs away as far as they could go. Kenny was much bigger so he easily covered Uri’s entire body above him. Uri was trembling. Kenny gave a sweet kiss on the back of his head. And left a trail of kisses down his back till he made his way back to Uri’s hole.

He slicked up his fingers with oil, circling the pretty hole. Teasing. Sweat was building on Uri’s forehead and he was about to say something, when Kenny pushed his finger in. Uri whined. It felt so different with bigger hands. Not painful but not enjoyable either. Kenny scissored and stretched Uri’s hole before adding the second. Uri pushed onto Kenny’s fingers trying to get some needed friction. Kenny played around before curling his fingers just right - Uri moaned. Loud. His back arched, desperately grinding on Kenny’s fingers.

“A-Again please.” Uri looked back at Kenny with teary eyes, tongue slightly out. Fuck Kenny was gonna lose it, he looked so breedable.

Kenny kept curling his fingers into that spot as Uri kept pushing back on them, head back moaning. Kenny forced in a third and Uri was mewling loudly.

“K-Kenny I-I’m gonna c-cum!” Uri was properly crying from pleasure now. Kenny started to rub Uri’s prostate. Back and forth. Uri rolled his eyes back, tongue out, cumming all over the sheets. His dick untouched. Uri tried catching his breath. As he lay limp on his stomach. Watching Kenny undress. Once fully naked Kenny lay on his back.

He grabbed Uri and arranged them in the 69 position. Uri could see that Kenny was uncomfortably hard. It looked painful. How could he be so selfish? He hadn’t even thought about Kenny’s pleasure!

“K-Kenny forgive me, I’ve neglected your needs.”

“Uri just get yer mouth on my cock.” Uri whined at the command. Slowly putting Kenny’s cock in his mouth. It was too big for him, so he only got less than half in. Uri stroked the rest that didn’t fit. He stroked and sucked, dragging his tongue across the slit of Kenny’s dick. He could hear the other groan behind him. Uri felt kenny spread his cheeks apart. As he felt a tongue enter him. This caused Uri to gag on Kenny’s cock, but he quickly went back to it. Uri started to slack since it was hard to focus when he was being fucked in the ass by Kenny’s tongue. Kenny wrapped his arm around Uri’s torso pulling him onto his face. He grabbed his stomach fat. Tight. Kenny’s other hand guided Uri’s to stroke his dick before latching on to Uri’s meaty thigh. That’s gonna leave a mark. Kenny’s tongue was so deep inside Uri he felt so fucked out of his mind. He grinded into Kenny’s face. Pushing down to get it deeper. He could feel the way his tongue moved inside him. Uri stroked his cock as Kenny ate his ass. Uri crossed his eyes together, biting his lip, he came. Hard.

Uri fell on top of Kenny’s stomach. Out of breath. With Kenny’s dick in front of his face. Uri felt a pang of guilt in his heart. Kenny hadn’t come yet. Uri turned his body before sinking down onto Kenny's length. It went in very easy despite Kenny’s big size. There would probably be a bulge in Uri’s belly because of it. But his lower belly fat covered it.

“Yah don’t have to do that sweet pea. I can take care of myself.” Kenny groaned out.

“N-No you’ve done so much. Let me do something for you. Please Kenny. Let me ride you.” Uri looked at Kenny with pleading eyes. Hands placed on Kenny’s stomach. Kenny nodded, thrusting his hips up.

Uri got comfortable before lifting himself up, till only the tip of Kenny’s dick was in him. And plunging right back down. He did this over and over. Kenny clenched the fat on Uri’s hips. Fuck Kenny loved how soft Uri was. Uri bounced, moaned, whimpered, whined you name it. Uri fell face down into Kenny’s chest.

“Fuck, what’s wrong sweet pea.”

“I-I’m sorry. My legs are tired.” Kenny chuckled then held Uri tight, thrusting up into him rough. Uri held onto Kenny’s chest, as he came for the fourth time today with a shout. Kenny didn’t stop his brutal thrusts. Everything started to feel painful due to the overstimulation.

“K-Kenny are y-you ah going t-to ngh cum s-soon?” Uri’s face was covered in tears, his eyes rolled back, mouth agape.

“F-Fuck yea’ want me to pull out?”

“N-No! Inside. P-Please!”

“I warned yah, it’s a lot.” Kenny thrusted one last time and filled Uri up. Uri moaned loud! Like so loud that the whole neighborhood probably heard him. Fuck! He could feel Kenny’s cum stuff him! His eyes fully rolled back now, tongue sticking out. Kenny growled at Uri’s vulgar expression. Finally Kenny stopped cumming. But he didn’t pull out. Uri sat up on Kenny’s dick. And looked down. Fuck his stomach was so big! He looked pregnant. How much cum did Kenny put in him! Kenny chuckled pushing on Uri’s tummy. Cum gushed out onto the sides of Kenny’s dick that was still plugged into Uri’s hole.

Kenny grabbed the discarded panties and pulled out slowly before plugging it with Uri’s frilly little pink panties.

“Mhm why’d you do that?” Uri groaned, lying on his side. Kenny moved behind him, spooning the smaller. He lifted Uri’s leg. His other hand going under Uri - hovering over his protruding tummy. Kenny gently pressed down as cum started forcing its self out of Uri’s gaping hole. Uri groaned as Kenny kept pressing harder and harder. Eventually the panties had been pushed out by the sheer volume of cum inside of Uri. Till he was empty.

“How was that?” Kenny asked holding a used up Uri in his arms.

“If you left all that cum in me, you would have got me pregnant.” Uri spoke quietly, out of energy. Kenny chuckled

“That don’t sound too bad.” Kenny kissed Uri on the head as they both fell asleep in each others arms.

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Uri stirred in his sleep, getting closer into Kenny’s embrace. The warmth radiating from his body becoming addicting. Uri blinked away his tiredness, staring at Kenny’s resting face. His brows furrowed. Uri giggled to himself, even when Kenny slept - he was on edge. Footsteps echoed down the hall. Crap! Kenny’s in his bed. Naked! URI’S NAKED! Uri shook Kenny awake, watching him groan awake.

“Sweet pea. Stop that.” Kenny turned away.

“Kenny! Someone’s coming! Please get out my bed! Hide in my closet! Please Kenny!” Uri tried to push Kenny out. Kenny grumbled making - scratching his neck as he took his time getting to the closet. Uri snuggled back into bed trying to look natural.

“Uri? You awake?” Rod’s voice rang out from outside his room.

“I’m coming in.” The doorknob turned. Rod stepped in, right at the foot of Uri’s bed.

“Uri. I know you’re awake.” Uri sighed getting up, holding his blanket against his chest. Trying to conceal his modesty in front of his brother.

“What’s with the marks?” Rod gestured to his neck area. Uri clasped his hand around his neck. Darn it. He forgot about those.

“Um I fell. And got bruised.” That was possibly the dumbest thing that has ever left his mouth. Uri cringed at his terrible lie.

“Uh huh.” Rod walked around Uri’s room. Looking around, turning things. Inspecting things.

“So I heard some noises last night.” Rod stood in front of his closet.

“O-Oh you did?” Uri began to sweat.

“Yeah. I did.”

“Must have been an animal right?”

“I don’t know what sort of animal says ‘ahh Kenny that feels so good’ do you?” Damn it. Uri knew he was being loud. But come on! He wasn’t that loud. Rod opened the closet door and saw a naked Kenny asleep on the floor.

Let’s just say that breakfast that day was. Awkward to say the least. Kenny sat opposite him - without a care in the world. Devouring the bacon, eggs and toast in front of him. Uri fidgeted in his seat. The atmosphere was uncomfortably tense. He could feel the tension grow in the air between him, Kenny and Rod. Nobody said anything though!

“Say Kenny. What do you do for a living?” Rod broke the silence. Finally.

“Hah? I hunt animals and sell em.” Kenny spoke with his mouth full.

“So you’re good with a gun?” Oh shut it Rod. Uri knew what he was up to.

“I’m good with any weapon.” Kenny leaned back, chewing. He cleared his throat. “Actually scratch that. I don’t need anything but my fists.”

“I see.” Rod ate his meal with dignity. Uri cringed while eating.

“I ain’t gonna hurt Uri.” Kenny looked at Rod. “If I wanted to, you’d all be dead.”

“Is that a threat?” Rod put down his cutlery. Leaning forward.

“No it’s a fact.” Kenny didn’t back down either.

“OKAY! Me and Kenny should really get going back to our cabin.” Uri stood up, slamming his hand down on the table. Kenny followed along with him. Both started leaving the dining room when.

“It’s your cabin Uri.” Rod called out behind them. Uri nodded before closing the door.

Kenny and Uri do a little shopping here and there, before returning to their cabin. Once inside Uri practically collapses onto the floor.

“Oh how I missed being home.” Uri hugged the ground. While Kenny placed their bags onto the table, already putting its contents where they belong. Uri got up and made his way to Kenny - who was in the kitchen. Uri hugged him from behind, this caused the bigger man to stop. Kenny remained eerily still.

“Kenny. Do you forgive me? For being so horrible to you because of your name? You have every right to hate me but please know this. I love you. I love you so much Kenny.” Uri spoke softly into Kenny’s back. Kenny stayed quiet for some time. It made Uri nervous for his response. Kenny chuckled.

“Yer sure are filled with doubt aren’t yah sweet pea.” Kenny turned kissing Uri softly on the lips. Uri smiled into the kiss - wrapping his arms around Kenny’s neck.

The two spent their day collecting berries, making jam (it’s been a while since Uri’s sold his jam) and tidying their mess. They spoke the entire time, laughing, bickering, kissing. Uri looked at Kenny let out a hearty laugh and couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. He’s never felt so happy. And it’s an Ackerman causing all that joy.

Once Uri’d made dinner along with Kenny. Who kept distracting him by kissing him on the neck, licking his ear, devouring his face in a heated kiss. (Dinner took way longer to prepare than it should have) they sat at his dining table, eating their dinner. Speaking about all sorts of things. Kenny spoke about what he did in Maria. And how he’d ran into a gorgeous woman Carly. Uri instantly knew that name, her father was quite the investor.

“Oh Kenny! We should get our portraits drawn!”

“Yea’ no.”

“Why not?” Uri really wanted a photo with the both of them.

“I’ve got my wanted poster. Ain’t that a portrait.”

“Yeah but it’s not the same. Please Kenny.” Uri begged.

“They purposely make some look like shit!” Uri highly doubted that. His expression making it clear what he was thinking.

“Uri come on! Just look at my poster! They make my mouth way too wide, with these ominous eyes, don’t get me started on how they make my nose crooked!” Uri smiled at Kenny’s childishness.

“Why yah starin’ at me like that.” Kenny scowled at him. In Uri’s mind Kenny had just described himself perfectly.

“You’re very handsome Kenny.” Uri chuckled. Taking their finished dishes away. Kenny playfully smacked Uri’s ass when he turned around.

Uri laid his head on Kenny’s bare chest. While they lay in his bed. Uri listened to Kenny’s heartbeat. Closing his eyes. As Kenny played with his hair - smoking a cigarette. Uri hated the smell of cigarettes but after spending so much time with Kenny, the scent had become comforting to him. Uri stared at Kenny. He was so handsome.

“What’cha thinkin’ bout sweet pea?”

“You.” Uri replied. Kenny looked at him.

“And how I love your handsome face. Or your addictive kisses. Or maybe the way you flinch then remain still towards my affections.” Kenny groaned.

“Ye make me sound like a sissy. Tell me somethin’ manly. Compliment my cock or somethin.”

“I love your cock.” Uri deadpanned.

“I also love that cute face you make when you sleep-“ Kenny clasped his hand over Uri’s mouth.

“Aight thats enough. Yer makin me sound lame.” Uri laughed into Kenny’s hand. Oh how he loved this man.

The two shared more kisses and affections before falling asleep. Unbeknownst to them. An envelope was pinned outside on their front door.

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Uri still lay in bed, holding the blanket close to him. The air getting colder. The bed was cold without Kenny’s warmth. Uri could hear Kenny leave the bathroom. Watching how Kenny made his way to the front door. Where was he going? Kenny opened the door got an envelope, and closed it. Huh? Uri didn’t see the mailman? He leaned up on his hands, curious to see what’s inside. Kenny sat on the edge of the bed. Uri peering over his shoulder. The contents were. Frightening to say the least. Kenny crumpled the letter in his fist and chucked in the bin - before coming back and pulling Uri under the covers again.

Uri now in Kenny’s arms wondered how he could ignore such a disturbing letter.

“Yer always thinkin’ yah know that.” Kenny murmured into Uri’s hair.

“Aren’t you scared of what the letter said?” Kenny laughed at the comment. Like cackle sort of laughter.

“Ah sweet pea. Yah sure are funny.” When Kenny looked at Uri and realized he was being serious, he cleared his throat.

“I get letters like that all the time. Threatening to kill me, kill my family, kill anyone really. Comes with the job.” Uri was tense. Uri was with Kenny. Could he be a target. Kenny pushed Uri onto his back, hovering above him.

“Nothin’ will happen to yah. Imma protect yah even if it costs my life. Got that sweet pea?” Kenny leaned in for a kiss, Uri stopped him with a finger on his lip.

“I don’t want it to cost your life.” Uri whispered. He pulled away his finger and kissed Kenny - with all the love and affection he could give.

Uri was at the well, pulling up water and taking the buckets back home. Kenny was on fishing duty, Uri realized that Kenny enjoyed being by himself. He’d took the shotgun - saying how he wanted to see if he could get some real meat. They were running low on water and fish, so those were the main chores for the day. Now Uri had lived in these mountains for a good chunk of his life, and never once did he feel like he was being watched. He did now. This unnerving feeling of someone’s eyes being on you. Uri was scared to say the least. He scanned the tree line. Nothing. No one was there. He’d have definitely seen them since the sun was still out. Uri got his bucket and left.

Kenny returned after a few hours with fish and a massive elk. The two chopped and gutted the animals placing them in barrels. Kenny worked on the Elk, as Uri had never prepared meat other than fish, he got things like chicken and beef from the town butcher. At least now he didn’t need to make that trip - that elk was big enough to feed them for months. The two worked away till the sun set.

Kenny rested his head in Uri’s lap, drained by the end of the day. Uri played with Kenny’s hair, enjoying scratching his nape - to hear Kenny hum and lean into his touch. The two were on the floor in front of the fire place. The wind outside howling. Gosh it was getting colder by the day. A knock at the door. Uri looked at the sleeping Kenny in his lap, looking back at the door. He took a nearby pillow and carefully placed it under Kenny’s head - making his way to the unknown person outside. Uri was surprised to see a complete stranger. The man was tall and had a handsome face, he wore an expensive suit with expensive shoes. What was someone like him - doing out in the mountains at a time like this?

“Ah your Rod’s little brother right?” The man said

“Yes I am. Uri. Can I help you?”

“Uri. Beautiful name. I’m Kei.” The man was shivering from the cold. Uri felt pity for the man. But what was he doing out in the mountains?

“You see Rod told me about you. And how you’re quite pleasing to look at.” Kei chuckled. Uri didn’t say anything.

“He told me how you’re looking for a partner. And how you’re wanting to start a family. Your body does look fertile.” The man’s eyes roamed up and down Uri’s body. Uri rolled his eyes. Was Rod seriously trying to change his mind? He loved Kenny! And he made that quite clear.

“Listen I’m not interested.” Uri said as politely as he could.

“Ah come on! I could give you so much! Anything you want I’d buy it for you. You’d never have to lift a finger! Ever! I’d make sure your always. Satisfied.” He said the last part with a smirk. The double meaning being very clear. Uri started to shut the door, but the man stopped him.

“Okay I get it. You’re not into me. But please, don’t leave me out here.” Uri looked at the man. The conditions outside were pretty bad. Against his own will - Uri allowed the man inside.

“You can use the couch for the night.” Uri handed the man a blanket and pillow. He thanked Uri for his kindness. Uri returned to Kenny, to find he wasn’t near the fire anymore. Oh? Uri went to his room. Passing Kei who was trying to get comfortable in his couch. Kenny paced around the room, stopping when he saw Uri enter.

“There you are. I was wondering where you went.” Uri shut the door. Making his way to Kenny. Kenny sat in the on his bed, patting his upper thigh area. Uri hesitated before sitting on Kenny’s lap. Uri was pushed onto his stomach. His ass across Kenny’s lap. Kenny pulled up his robes, bundled at near his mid back. His panties pulled down at his mid thigh.

“K-Kenny what are you doing?” Uri was nervous. After all his ass was out to a hungry looking predator. Kenny raised his hand and spanked Uri. Hard. The noise echoed throughout the room. Uri’s yelp followed not long after.

“What was that for?”

“Count.”

“Huh? Kenny your not making any s-“

“I said count. Sweet pea.” Uri tried to comfortable in Kenny’s lap. Lowering his head and clutching the sheets. He muttered a pathetic “one.” Trying to calm the beast.

Smack.

“Two.”

Smack

“T-three.”

Kenny kept spanking Uri’s ass till it was bright red and raw, Uri’s sweet face covered in tears.

Smack

“F-F” Uri tried to breathe.

“Uri. Count. Or I’ll double it.”

“F-Fourty nine!” Uri shouted. He couldn’t take anymore. Kenny raised his hand. High. And spanked Uri’s abused ass so hard it caused the smaller’s entire body to move up. Uri screamed.

“Fifty!” Kenny caressed Uri’s beaten ass, pulling him into his arms. Kenny said soothing words into Uri’s ears. Uri held onto Kenny. Crying. He wouldn’t be able to sit for god knows how long.

“Next time don’t go flirtin’ with other men. I wouldn’t have to punish yah like that.” Kenny rubbed Uri’s ass.

“I-I wasn’t flirting. I promise.” Uri looked up at Kenny with teary eyes. Fuck. Kenny found it so damn arousing when Uri cried. Uri felt Kenny’s cock grow from under him. After the abuse his ass has went through - Uri didn’t think he could have sex right now. Instead he got out of Kenny’s lap. And kneeled before him.

Kenny groaned at the sight. Unbuckling his pants and pulling out his cock. He stroked it lazily. Uri stuck out his tongue. Still crying. Kenny placed his cock in Uri’s mouth.

Uri still couldn’t fit the monster of a dick Kenny had. But still he tried his best. Sucking and stroking, lapping his tongue against the sides of Kenny’s cock, licking the slit. Kenny moaned bucking into Uri’s mouth. Fuck. Kenny couldn’t handle the sight between his legs.

Uri’s brows furrowed together, his pretty eyes staring up at Kenny - filled with tears, his slutty mouth around Kenny’s massive cock, both of Uri’s hands grabbing Kenny’s dick. Fuck his hands were so small his fingers couldn’t touch together around the girth of Kenny’s penis. Kenny grabbed Uri by the hair and pushed him down further onto his dick, cumming. Hard. Uri gagged but swallowed all of Kenny’s cum. Kenny pulled out of Uri’s mouth and pulled him into their bed, holding him in his arms.

“Sorry bout that sweet pea. I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“N-No Kenny. I loved it.” Kenny kissed Uri on the forehead.

“Yah sure? I went pretty hard on yah.”

“Kenny. I’m fine. Who knows, maybe I’ll have to make you jealous more often.” Kenny chuckled. Uri smiled whenever he heard Kenny laugh. And they both fell asleep. In the middle of the night, while the couple slept peacefully. Their front door opened. Then closed shut. The couch. Empty.