Tursed my worid upside down

Egor wandered aimlessly through the city streets. He tried to get the prince's impenetrable face out of his head, but he couldn't.

"Damn you! I'm so sick of all this! Why did I even decide to help him? Because of grandma?" he hissed under his breath, kicking a crumpled napkin with his foot.

It was not yet one o'clock. Egor didn't want to go home. They were still doing renovations there. Noise, dust, grandma's questions. No, that was the least he wanted right now. He bought himself a creamy ice cream in a crispy waffle cone at the nearest kiosk and turned into the park, where cyclists scurried along the designated paths, and skateboarders were practicing their tricks on a special area a little further away.

The young man sat down on a free bench under the shade of the trees and stared at the already melting cone. He didn't feel like eating, but he still bit off the tip of the treat that had shifted to the side.

"May I sit next to you?" a female voice brought him out of his reverie.

Egor looked up. Next to him stood a short girl with bright red hair and a scattering of large freckles that covered not only her face, but also her hand.

"Yes, of course," he answered, moving to the opposite edge of the bench.

The girl smiled at him, sat down and opened her book.

"Your ice cream is about to fall," she pulled Egor out of his thoughts after about five minutes, or maybe longer.

"Thank you," the young man said lostly, looking at his cone, the contents of which at that moment fell onto the asphalt between his white sneakers, splattering them with sweet drops. He sighed and threw the rest of the treat into the trash can next to the bench.

"Did something happen to you?" the girl asked, closing the book and putting it away in a large cloth bag, more like a cut potato sack.

"Everything is fine. I was just thinking for a bit," he smiled uncertainly.

"I'm Nika," she extended her hand to him.

"Egor," the guy answered, shaking it.

"I understand that you are not busy with anything right now? How about going with me to some place?"

Egor looked at her in surprise.

"Don't worry," she laughed "I'm not going to kidnap you or rape you. I just want to cheer you up," she shrugged. "Let's go?"

"Where?"

"You'll see, but I promise it will be fun!" she got up from the bench and extended her hand to him again. The young man hesitated for a couple more seconds, but ultimately took his new acquaintance by the hand and allowed her to lead him out of the park towards the residential buildings.

"Where are we going?" some kind of bad feeling was born inside. He had never been reckless, but now he was blindly following the stranger, knowing that it could be dangerous.

"We're almost there," she smiled radiantly, turning into a deserted courtyard, around which houses towered on all four sides.

"Look, I'm grateful to you, but I think I'd better go. I still have things to do," Egor said, slowing down. Panic was growing.

"We're already there," she tugged hard at his hand, which she had been squeezing in hers the entire way. "Hey, I brought him," she said loudly somewhere in the direction of the slightly open door on the side of the nearest entrance.

The door opened fully, and a man came out. A very unkempt man. Egor tried to pull his hand away, but the girl had an iron grip. She turned to him and a wild smile blossomed on her face. Egor looked into the eyes of his red-haired companion and went cold. Obsessed. He turned his gaze to the approaching man and saw that more and more people were coming out after him. All are completely different. A man in an expensive business suit, a teenager in a football uniform, an old man, a man in an apron stained with fresh blood. In his hands he held a shiny butcher's cleaver. The people kept coming out, and Egor stopped counting them when the number exceeded a dozen. Only one thing could unite them all - obsession.

"He gave a different name," the girl addressed her "friends" "and turned out to be a weakling. I could have handled it myself. I don't know why the gentleman was so alarmed," she laughed loudly, which brought Egor out of his stupor.

"Klaus!" - came the first thought. "He's not here and it's my fault" "I need to run! Save myself" He was not afraid that he would harm the fragile girl. He no longer thought that if they did not catch him now, then perhaps the same fate awaited everyone as the dark-skinned man. He wanted to free himself from the steel grip and run as fast as he could.

Egor began to wriggle, kick his legs, even tried to bite his companion, but it was all in vain. At this time, the people from the basement closed a tight circle around him. Egor stopped resisting. He realized that he had no chance to escape, and then he felt a sharp prick of pain in the neck area and everything went dark before his eyes. "How I want you to be here as always" - flashed the last sad thought in the young man's head before he fell into darkness.

Klaus stood in his and Egor's room, skeptically examining the sky-blue jeans that the fair-haired boy had persuaded Klaus to buy on their last shopping trip.

"Are you crazy? To pay that much money for torn pants?" the prince bristled then.

"It's fashionable! And you won't be hot. Look at how well it ventilates," Egor smiled, sticking his whole hand through the huge hole in his knee.

"It's impractical! If I were seen at court in such clothes, they would be taken for the poorest of the lowborn, who doesn't even have his own burrow, let alone a house!"

"I'm telling you, they'll look great on you!"

Then and now, Klaus didn't understand how torn pants could be practical. They don't protect a good part of the skin, they don't keep you warm. What good are they? But he put them on anyway. "Maybe this way Egor will leave me alone faster."

In just an hour, a car was supposed to come for him and take him to some country house, where Alexander was waiting for the young man. As Clara said, "You just need to have dinner and talk. No additional services are required." Klaus doubted very much that everything would be like this, but decided that this was a great way to earn money for a parting gift to Pouoke and Egor for their hospitality and help

According to the old woman's calculations, it was enough to pump out the magic just once to have enough to open the portal. Klaus had no doubt that a new attack attempt would not be long in coming. He decided to work one last time and leave. He no longer needed this work. Soon he would be home, and there he would have to deal with those who sent him here and, having weakened him, deprived him of magic, tried to kill him.

Prokhorov's personal driver came to pick him up. He sat in the back seat and sat in complete silence for about an hour and a half, occasionally glancing at his phone. What was he expecting? That Egor would call him and apologize? That an innocent boy who didn't know what "surviving" meant would understand him? He and Egor were completely different, and it was stupid of the prince to assume that they could ever become friends. They were from different worlds. Literally and figuratively.

The long drive was tiring. Klaus was worried about how far they had gone from the city. What if Egor was attacked and he couldn't come to the rescue? The young man threw all thoughts out of his head. This naive fool was to blame for himself. Let him try to cope with the problems on his own at least once.

He looked out the window and saw a house approaching. The area was picturesque. Behind the house there was a dense forest. They drove up to an asphalt road. The driver walked around the car and opened the door for him. The young man got out and looked around.

A green, neatly trimmed lawn stretched around the road. Nearby, an artificial pond was visible, in which ducks were swimming. In front of him stood a two-story house made of white stone with a dark gray tiled roof and large windows. On one side of the house there was a cozy kitchen with an open stone oven, a sitting area and a dining room. The walls of this room were completely glass, which allowed the inhabitants of the house to enjoy cooking, dining or just a pleasant conversation and feel like they were in nature, while being in comfortable chairs, in the warmth.

Klaus looked up and lingered on the attic, which was complemented by an open balcony along its entire length and windows along the entire triangular wall.

"I'm glad you could come," he heard a familiar voice.

"This is my work," Klaus answered calmly, looking away from the undeniably beautiful, but completely unprotected house. Such a building would be the first to fall into enemy hands, if it were built in his world. But Klaus was sure that no sane person in his country would even think of building such a home for themselves.

"I'm still glad to see you. Are you hungry?"

"Yes, I wouldn't mind a bite to eat," Klaus answered, approaching the man.

Alexander spread his arms and reached out for a hug, but Klaus pulled him back, holding out his hand for a dry handshake.

"Are you acting unapproachable as always?" the owner of the impractical house laughed.

"And what are you doing in such a huge house all alone?"

"I'm not alone here. There are servants here, otherwise I wouldn't be able to feed you a delicious lunch. Although it's a little late for lunch. Let's consider it an early supper."

The man invited Klaus into the house with a gesture. Oddly enough, everything was very cozy here. No pretentious statues, paintings or other luxury items that the young man expected to see in the house of an insanely rich man. Yes, the furniture and interior items were definitely expensive, made of natural wood, leather, marble, but everything looked moderate. The owner of the house was clearly not trying to prove to the guests that he was immensely rich. The house showed that the owner had taste and a sense of proportion.

The table was set in the very extension that first caught Klaus's eye. He sat down in the offered place and looked around.

"It feels like I'm in an aquarium," Klaus noted, looking around.

"That's the beauty of this room."

Oddly enough, Klaus enjoyed spending time with Alexander when he sat at a sufficient distance from him and did not let his hands go to Klaus's body. He talked about his work, about his home, about how he liked to spend his time here without his family.

They ate leisurely, exchanged jokes, and the prince even forgot about his problems for a while, about the danger that Yegor could find himself in at that time, about the noisy city and about the fact that at the moment he was working and was a rent boy.

After an early dinner, Alexander gave him a tour of the area. It turned out that part of the forest also belonged to Prokhorov and that he bred carp in the pond, which he caught himself. Despite his job, which involved a lot of communication, control, and maintaining the image of a tough and treacherous person, Alexander, whom Klaus now saw in front of him, was a cheerful and compliant person. He told Klaus that he loved his job, but preferred to relax in a quiet and peaceful place where he could take off his mask and be himself.

"You already have a lot of money. You can live the rest of your life for your own pleasure and still have some for your great-grandchildren. Why do you continue to work? Do you love money so much?" Klaus asked when they stopped at a small bridge over the pond.

"Who doesn't like money?" he grinned. "Well, in reality" the man continued with a serious face "I like to play the role of, so to speak, a villain. In my youth, I dreamed of becoming an actor, but I was too constrained for this. Now I am making my dream come true, but the stage is of a slightly different format."

"You are strange," Klaus shook his head and smiled involuntarily.

"Being normal in our world is a great luxury and the deepest boredom. Let's go. Let's have a drink, and I'll show you the house."

Klaus took his phone out of his pocket. No missed calls. The clock was already 7:43 pm. The young man thought that he could afford to relax a little more. Another hour and he would go back. He needed to find this naive idiot.

They approached the bar. Klaus refused alcohol and Alexander poured him some soda, added a couple of ice cubes and handed the glass to the young man. They slowly walked along the first floor, went up to the second, and went into the attic. Sasha sat down on a comfortable beige sofa, and Klaus went to the huge window and admired the peaceful nature.

"Beautiful, huh?," a voice was heard from behind.

"Yes. It's so quiet here."

Klaus remembered the forests he had managed to visit. They did not exude calm at all, on the contrary. As soon as he approached the forest, he was enveloped in anxiety and fear. The larger and denser the forest in Isorobia, the more dangerous the creatures that awaited you there. Often, forests divided villages or cities throughout the country, on the one hand saving them from destruction and capture by enemies, on the other hand they were an obstacle to trade, travel, diplomatic visits, for some remote areas, and the ability to survive. Not to die of hunger, drought and other troubles.

No matter how many paths the slaves cut, how many monsters the warriors destroyed, everything returned to normal. The forest always won, depriving the masters of labor, and the army of numbers. Here, the forest was different. Calm, pleasant. How the prince would like to show the people of his country what serenity and harmony with nature are.

Klaus took another sip of soda. It tasted strange to him, bitter. His face flushed and he felt a little dizzy.

"Listen," he turned to Alexander, who was smiling and examining the young man, "did you accidentally mix up the glasses? I think there is alcohol in here."

"I assure you, there is no alcohol in there."

Klaus went to the sofa, put the glass on the table next to him and sat down. His heart began to beat faster. There was some kind of discomfort in his lower abdomen, and the room became hot.

"Is your air conditioning not working here?" Klaus asked, fixing his clouded gaze on Sasha.

"Are you hot?" the man asked, reaching out to Klaus's forehead, and then slowly ran his fingertip over his cheek, neck, collarbone.

It was as if Klaus had been struck by an electric shock. He clearly felt every touch of the man, and his body responded to them. He opened his eyes wide.

"What was in that glass?"

"Relax. A little miracle powder to help you."

"I asked what the fuck you slipped me!"

"A little stimulant. Calm down, I'll help you." With these words, he took a big sip of wine, put the glass down and reached for Klaus, putting one knee between the guy's legs and running both hands under his T-shirt.

"Oh, you... goddam!"

Everything inside was burning. It seemed that only an ice-cold shower could stop this flame.

"I need cold water," Klaus said, breathing intermittently, trying to push the man away from him.

"I know a better way to calm you down."

Klaus was still trying to resist, but very, very weakly. He understood everything with his brain, but his body did not obey. It wanted someone to let the fire out, to put it out. Therefore, when Alexander began to unfasten the prince's belt, he pulled off his already sweaty T-shirt and leaned back on the sofa, allowing the man to put his hand in his underwear and free his steel-hard penis. Without tight pants, Klaus seemed to breathe easier. He closed his eyes and when he felt a wet and slippery tongue on the head of his penis, he could not resist and let out a long groan, either from relief or from pleasure.

Before the young man's closed eyes appeared a picture of the first and only time he got a blowjob. It was a woman from a brothel, where he often went with August. It was also pleasant. Now it was even better. "I wonder if it's because he's a man or because I'm high?" - a thought flashed through his head. He began to wonder what it was like to have sex with a man.

He understood that today he would find out in practice. Now he even wanted it. A phone call pulled him out of his pleasant bliss. He turned off the sound. He had no time for calls now. He wanted one thing - to get a release, which he was just approaching now. He took the man by the head and roughly moved him forward, and then received mind-blowing pleasure. He opened his eyes and, without letting go of Sasha's head, looked down. The man's eyes widened, thick white liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth, where Klaus's prick was still located. Klaus smiled predatorily and let go of the head.

"Shall we continue?" he asked.

"Why didn't I think of this before," the satisfied man asked, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"Just take off your clothes. Stop chatting."

The phone rang again insistently. Klaus reached out his hand to it and wanted to turn it off, but saw who was calling. He stopped the man with a gesture, who had already pulled off his shirt and was quickly stretching his pants.

"Yes," Klaus calmly answered the call.

"Thank God! Thank God, Klaus, I thought you wouldn't answer me anymore! Help! There are about twenty of them here and they are all possessed! I managed to escape from them, but I don't know for how long" Egor's voice, full of despair, was heard in the receiver.

"Where are you?" Klaus asked, getting up from the couch and trying to button his pants with one hand.

Hasty explanations were heard in the receiver.

"Can you get home?"

"No, I'm scared. I'm sitting here in the basement, but I'm scared. Klaus. Please. Help me" Egor begged, almost crying.

"Calm down. Stay there and don't stick your head out. Do you hear me? I'll be there in about an hour, maybe a little longer."

"Why so long?" despair had already completely taken over the guy.

"I'm out of town now. Anyway, stay there. I'll be there soon."

Klaus hung up and turned to the puzzled man.

"Sorry, Sasha. We'll have to reschedule our event. Can you ask your driver to take me to the city as quickly as possible? And yes, do you have any weapons? Preferably cutting or slashing?"

"Do you have to right now..."

"Yes." Klaus said firmly. "My brother is in trouble. Every minute counts. If I don't hurry, something irreparable might happen. Can you help me again?"

"Again?"

"Well, you just did a great job and saved me from a fever," Klaus grinned.

"Maybe I can find a couple of knives," Sasha said, relaxing, pulling on the shirt he had just taken off, and they both went down to the first floor.

"Kitchen knives?" Klaus looked skeptically at the two knives Alexander held out to him. One short, the other thin and long.

"Well, I don't have a weapons cache here. I can offer you the short sword that hangs in the living room, but I'm not sure it's sharp enough."

He brought him a short sword in a sheath, the hilt of which was decorated with an engraving in a language unknown to Klaus and a large green stone, probably precious. Klaus carefully took out the weapon, ran his finger along the blade.

"Yes, it is far from ideal, but if you try, you can inflict a mortal wound with it. Can I take it?"

"Of course, but I will be grateful if you return it after…. I don't know what you are going to do with it, and I don't want to know."

"I will definitely return it. And thank you for everything."

The man walked the prince to the exit. A driver was already waiting for him on the driveway.

"See you…," Klaus tried to say goodbye, turning to Sasha already at the door, but the man interrupted his speech with an insistent kiss.

In other circumstances, Alexander would have been lying on the floor with a broken jaw, but today Klaus, after a slight hesitation, nevertheless responded to the kiss and heard the man's muffled groan. The prince broke the kiss as quickly as Sasha had started it, looked him seriously in the eyes, turned around and walked quickly to the car, leaving the man standing with his arms crossed and leaning against the door frame.

Klaus didn't know why he hadn't hit the man. Maybe it was the stimulant drink that hadn't completely worn off? Curiosity? He had never looked at men that way, although he had heard more than once that it was often practiced in military camps, and in general among warriors who could go months without seeing women. He understood the difference between a man and a woman, he felt it, despite his minimal experience in sexual life, but he liked this difference, and it attracted him.

He tried to throw the strange thoughts out of his head. There was a more important task now. He needed to save Egor, who had gotten into trouble again because of him. "This is the last time," Klaus promised himself. "After I drain the magic from the possessed, I will disappear from the lives of Pouoka and Egor. They will be able to continue their normal lives in peace."