Sean squeezed Mark's hand, keeping an eye out for anyone else. He could faintly see groups of people searching in the distance but tried to stay calm. Approaching the stone steps, Mark approached the N.P.C. first. The priest was dressed in a long black robe with the same skull goat mask that Mark wore. Extending out a hand to Mark, the priest slipped him something and excitedly stated aloud. "You came. The patron will be pleased. Take this and give it to the man at the patron's gate. It will serve as your invitation. Have fun." The N.P.C. then gestured them to follow him into an alley beside the church. Sean kept a brisk pace behind the priest in the hopes of not looking suspicious to anyone. Upon seeing what was waiting for them though, Sean gawked out to Mark. "Holy shite..." Mark let out a little chuckle, shrugging out in return. "Well, so far I like it." Standing before them were skeleton horses that were at least seven foot tall from ear to hoof. The horses were clad in shiny silver armor with white cloth draped over them that bore a golden sigil with the letters of G.H. in a shield.

The luxurious carriage attached to the six horses was done in a gothic white design and adorned in gold. They only marveled at it for so long, when they heard people coming. Taking the initiative, Mark tugged Sean to the door of the carriage and opened it enough to shove him in. After hoping inside himself, Mark slammed the door and jumped in surprise as the door locked itself and shut the silky golden curtains. From the from narrow window that viewed out to the feet of the driver, the driver announced clearly. "Settle yourselves in. Your journey begins." With the sharp crack of a whip the carriage jerked forward to the sound of clacking hooves on the cobblestone. While the interior of the carriage lit up with small glass covered candles set in the corners. Adjusting himself more comfortably on the cushy white seat, Sean stroked the padded walls of the carriage with fascination. Feeling a little giddy, Sean grinned out. "I've never been in a carriage before. This one is so cozy."

Mark peered through the sheer golden curtain to look out the windows but didn't answer. It was obvious how tense he was as the carriage paraded through the town and passed groups of people. Sighing, Sean reached out to touch Mark's leg as he calmly said. "Mark? Please, relax. We should be fine now." Mark didn't look at him, but placed a hand down on Sean's, replying distantly. "I will relax when we are out of the town." Rolling his eyes, Sean leaned back on the comfy seat. Lifting a leg shortly after to brace on the seat across from him, Sean hiked the side of his dress away from his long leg to fix his knee high stocking. It was riding a bit low on him now and cutting his circulation a bit. Shaking his head, Sean muttered to himself. "Unreal... The game literally wants me to know how uncomfortable these are. The garter isn't helping at all. Piece of crap!" Mark's attention slowly drifted from the window to look, before coolly telling him. "Looks loose."

Stopping in mid fuss, Sean retorted blankly. "Huh? Did you say something?" Shifting to face him better, Mark reached out to touch his leg. With one hand he held his leg still and with the other, his fingers skimmed the garter from hip to knee. Biting his lip, Sean watched him fumble with it before telling him as he fixed it. "It's loose. You didn't tighten it. Look. Press your finger to the buckle and slide it down the strip like this to tighten it. Better?" Sean inhaled as the strap tightened up, then asked softly. "How do you know that?" With a smirk, Mark shot back innocently. "Straps work the same on my shoulder armor." Sean nodded absently, while moving his foot to rub it against Mark's leg teasingly. Mark responded to it by stroking Sean's leg from ankle to knee, feeling the soft fabric of the stockings. Glancing back to the window, Mark asked him curiously. "What do you think this murder party will be like? Someone out to kill a royal?"

Arching his back a little, Sean tried to contain his moan as he answered breathlessly. "Probably. Side quests are pretty straightforward most of the time. Probably want money. Or are an inheritor of something." Mark's eyes quickly locked with his, asking in a low purr of a voice. "You ok?" Nodding, Sean sighed out quietly. "Ya. Your hand just feels good. This whole thing has made me tense and... your touch is heaven right now." Mark stroked Sean's leg more sensually now, shifting to the edge of his seat as he asked playfully. "Ya? Then how will it feel... now?" Mark's hand moved up Sean's inner thigh and under the dress, causing Sean to gasp when he felt his hand touch the warm skin between his legs. Raising an eyebrow, Mark teased out in a buttery tone. "You're not wearing underwear. Why?" Clawing at the seat, Sean struggled to answer clearly. "Because... It wouldn't let me." A short gasp let Sean, forcing him to spread his legs a little wider.

Grinning, Mark wedged two fingers into Sean. Then easing off his seat to kneel on the floor, Mark growled over Sean's throat. "How much time to you think we have?" Covering his masked face, Sean's voice broke as he panted out. "Mark... You can't... We can't..." Removing his fingers from Sean, Mark smirked beneath his mask at how Sean peeked between his fingers at him. Tugging Sean's legs on either side of him, Mark gripped Sean's knees and slowly pulled Sean's ass to the edge of the seat. Sean didn't protest. Instead, he braced himself better on the seat and shyly mumbled out. "Whatever you do... don't stain the dress." Sean moaned as Mark's hands lightly clawed down the sides of his ass. Lifting the dress, Mark pushed his mask up, replying before vanishing under the fabric. "You won't." Sean grunted as Mark's lips moved down over his shaft. The farther he went down, the more Sean couldn't breathe and tossed his arms up against the carriage wall. The second Mark started to suck; Sean belted out. "OH FUCK!"

Sean clawed the padded wall, grunting between intakes of breath. Sean couldn't stop his hips from bucking, but Mark didn't care. Even as the road turned rocky, it only helped to push Sean farther into his pleasure. What undid him was Mark's hands wrapping around his thighs and squeezing his inner thighs just enough that Sean felt like he couldn't escape him. Sean's orgasm hit so hard that he sat upright as he came down Mark's throat. When he finished, Sean panted heavily and fell across the seat. Mark eased out from between his legs, carefully closing Sean's aching legs. With a small chuckle, Mark rubbed a thumb across the corner of his mouth and asked him teasingly. "Are you alright? That was more than your usual." Nodding, Sean breathlessly exhaled out. "I'm good. Just... a little stressed." Mark stroked the back of Sean's neck, then tried to sit back on the seat, but Sean grabbed his arm.

Hesitating a moment, Mark smiled at him. Blushing a deep red, Sean slid his hips off the seat. Leaning over the seat, Sean coyly asked him. "Your turn?" Mark looked over Sean's backside, then shrugged out playfully. "Well, if you're offering. I can't say no." Giggling, Sean lifted the back of his dress. While he didn't think he could reach another orgasm, he knew Mark could get his faster this way. Unlacing his robe and leather pants, Mark lay over him. Sean closed his eyes, focusing on Mark's breathing and the way his hands moved under his belly and chest. It took a few kisses to his neck and a bit of grinding before Mark was ready to enter him. Once he did though, Sean unleashed soft moans in time with Mark's thrusts. Sean's body was just too drained to really enjoy it, but the way Mark held him still was nice. Mark didn't bother trying to prolong it like he normally did in bed. There was just no point in it when Sean was already spent and tired.

After finishing, Mark wrapped his arms around Sean's waist and hefted him up to pull him onto his lap. Relaxing back against Mark, Sean whispered to him in embarrassment. "Do you think the driver... heard us?" Smiling, Mark shrugged out carelessly. "I don't care. Why should I be ashamed to have you?" Swatting Mark's side lightly, Sean mumbled out. "It's not about that. It's... well, I can't think of it, but I feel like we should be... private about it." Mark's arms tightened around him, his lips finding his neck to kiss him. Sean shifted on his lap, trying to pull away, but Mark held on. Until the latch on the door unlocked and someone pulled it open. Climbing off Mark and scrambling to the other seat, Sean straightened himself up as the masked man announced. "Welcome to Grim Hollow Manor. Your invitation?" Mark fumbled for something in his robe pocket, pulling out a ring with the sigil on it. The man looked it over, then gestured them to follow him without a word.

Mark stepped out first and out of habit extended a hand out to help Sean down. Sean's stiff legs protested the movement, and he was thankful for Mark's help. The night air felt good on their skin as they headed up along the stone path through a rose garden. The man then opened a gate for them and said aloud. "Go inside. A handmaid will show you to your room for the night. Tomorrow, you will meet the guests." Sean pointed at the manor, whispering to Mark as they headed toward the steps. "Wow. It looks more like a castle than a manor." Mark wrapped an arm protectively around Sean's waist, telling him casually. "Keep your eyes open. Anything could be a clue to winning the quest." Walking up the steep stone steps, Sean couldn't help admiring the scenery. The manor was set high on a cliffside that overlooked the vast thick woods. Even better still was the view of the clear bright night sky. The moon looked so big here and the moon's rays just seemed to reflect off the rocky cliffs and silver accented along the manor's walls.

Heading up to the big double doors, Mark whispered over his shoulder discreetly. "Seems strange to have sliver coated bars on the doors, right?" Nudging Mark, Sean added softly. "Ya. And the windows. Trying to keep something in? Or something out?" Taking a deep breath, Mark shrugged out. "I'm afraid to ask." Before they could even knock, the doors unlocked themselves and opened for them. Inching cautiously inside, Sean gasped as the doors slammed shut and bolted rapidly. Mark's grip tightened a little more on his waist, keeping him close. Soft music played in a distant room, but a young maid briskly met them and said timidly. "This way to your room. I'm sorry for not introducing you to the master right away, but he will see no one tonight. He is troubled by the news of his brother." Following her up a set of black carpeted stairs, Mark asked casually. "What news of him?" The maid hesitated, but bluntly told him. "He's dead."

Mark glanced at Sean, who prodded a bit more. "How did he die?" The maid waited until she opened the door to their large bedroom before answering a little too calmly. "Threw himself out that window. Breakfast is at six. Good night." To Be Continued...