An innocent little couple... really! (private) (MATURE)

Ozias’s house was built into the most secluded type of environment one could possibly imagine, deep within a dense forest that most people would’ve gotten lost into. Not to mention that the goo creature had bought a ton of magnetic seals on the black ninja market and scattered them throughout the entire zone, just enough to mess up compasses and electronic equipment such as trackers, beacons or walkie talkies of all kind. Of course some of them ripped off those magnetic seals... but he had placed literally thousands of those in this forest... and they were cheap! Those who got lost either walked around until their compass worked again and eventually made their way around the area... and those who were too curious... he dealt with them.

Good think the slime creature knew his way around; it obviously wasn’t the first time he had took this path to the nearby village, following a small dirt road that kept on splitting and splitting. It was a real maze! But he had the map all fresh in his head, not hesitating even a second at each intersections until the forest began to lighten and the dirt roads becoming bigger as cart tracks and various footprints could be seen on the ground. Looking back at Recluse, he knew he was fine; the walk only went on for an hour and a half... but he only hoped the dress haven’t been messed up or anything... it would be a shame for his slave to wear something ripped or dirty! But a quick look revealed that it was spik and span.

As there was starting to have more people around, the ooze wrapped his arm around Recluse’s waist, just like a casual couple would just do. Folk around the city were used to see the mysterious cloaked man and didn’t little more than just eye him for a brief second at most... but what really intrigued them was the lady who was with him! As far as they knew the man had always been a lone wolf, a person of very few words; seeing him with someone else was rather... odd and unsuspected!

Arriving at the gates, there was one ninja acting as a guard, verifying authorizations and I.Ds before letting any stranger from other countries pass, making sure they weren’t spies from other countries or anything. The man, seeing the mysterious cloaked man skipping the line didn’t even say a word... almost freezing on the spot as he eyed him nervously. Although... he still had to do his job. That other person next to the ooze creature was an outsider. Raising his index as he took a few steps toward them...

-M-mister... I... um... would need to check your friend’s... erm... identifications... Please.

Turning himself around, the sludge lizard eyes him from under his hood, not even saying a word. The ninja couldn’t really see him eyeing him but he knew he did... those dreaded eyes. There was just enough sun for him to caught glimpse of what was hiding under... seeing the edge of his oozing muzzle with that cursed, serpentine tongue sticking out...

-I do believe this won’t be necessary, Nikaku...

Hearing his voice he simply froze solid as he bowed and immediately turned around and went back to what he was doing, other people were waiting. Once inside Ozias looked down at Recluse as they were now walking through the town, simply asking him...

-So... what does my little spider feel like doing?

He said, smiling at him.

The walk would have been more bearable if he wasn't wearing these damn getas! But overall it wasn't terrible and the scenery was peaceful, quaint and tranquil. Just being in the presence of the leading ooze brought a calmness and repressed any discomfort the spider would have rambled about. It was his natural grace that kept him from face planting anyway. Slow and careful steps... watching his footing now and then and reaching over to use the slime for balance once or twice. Eyes down and apologizing when he felt he had to. He just wasn't used to this is all!

As for the winding paths and constant forking roads in the woods the spider wasn't clueless of the tricks the ooze had set in place. His master was brilliant, setting up all the seals. It was the extra pair of eyes, the four golden oval shapes over his normal focals, that saw through the traps and tricks easy. But just encase he kept as close as he could behind Ozias to avoid getting off trail. He had no idea where exactly they were heading anyway! But it all became clear, the village was just beyond the border of the woods... A light flush came to the hybrids cheeks when the sludge lizard wrapped an arm around his slim waist. Trying to avoid looking flustered, eyes trained on the destination ahead. Its massive gates the only thing impeding them now. Well that and some nosy guard.. "Well I.." Trying to speak up but Ozias spoke for them. That tone of voice... that quiet threat. Yum..

Once past that point, and Ozias brought up that pesky question, Recluse tried to decide just what he waited to do. This was all a first... despite his outward appearance the spider was flustered, heart beating rapidly, avoiding eye contact. He could feel eyes on him.. oh it was nothing new but the looks were far different then the usual.. On the usual he wore a concealing, long flowing robe that only hinted a feminine figure to match the curves of his face. But the outfit now was rather... revealing. Returning his Masters smile.. wishing he really knew what he wanted to do besides avoid getting ogled. "Shopping.. sounds like a good place to start." And once more relying on his partner to lead him.

Clothing. Silk. Assortment of fine cloth. Whether here or there he loved the various materials. Judging them, comparing them to his own standards and craftsmanship. Perhaps he could set up a shop here too? It was only of his few and far between goals in life. Eyes always lightening up at the sight of truly worth while items. But he could only ever look. Having no home of his own purchasing such things were pointless and added to the needless weight to haul around him on his travels... but perhaps this was different now?

Ah yes, shopping, obviously. That’s why they came here in the first place… he had almost forgot. All those recent events back at his house made his mind wander off! Hmm... so where could they possibly go first? There was so much to be visited... and Ozias didn’t want to act bossy either and bring his Recluse into places that would bore him to tears, like that fishing story right there... hrm... maybe he could go there on his way out and make a few quick purchases. His lures were all in bad shape... and that pike he caught days ago messed up his last one pretty good; It barely looked like a fish anymore.

Looking around, the goo lizard eyed the first bunch of stores that were on his right. Knowing Recluse and how he liked to weave pretty things with his web, it would only make sense for him to be interested into tailoring, right? There were several stores that sold different type of garment, ranging from ninja outfits, working outfits, regular outfits, fancy clothing and even wedding robes and suits! Ozias remembered when his spider had looked through all the stuff he had back at home; what poked his interest... Fancy clothing was probably what he wanted to go check out first. Judging by the sign, they had product of renowned quality as well as exported stuff and professional-grade tailoring tools and equipment...

-Hmm... how about this one over there?

He added as he gestured at it and began walking toward is with recluse next to him. Removing his arm from around his waist, Ozias climbed up the stairs as he opened the door to his slave, acting gallant as he waved his arm...

-Ladies first?

He snickered as he smirked and winked at him. Once inside, the cloaked lizard looked around him as he smelled the air... and odd smell of mixed fabrics filled the small shop... the same smell he'd get if he was to stuff his face in a pillow or something... a fancy one that is. There were several rows containing lots of different type of clothing of various sizes, colors and prices, both for men and women as well as a small wall-mounted stall with all the tailoring equipment. His spider had quite the inventory to browse from right now!

Soon enough the old lady behind the counter came into view as she greeted both of them and introduced herself like any good shop owner would.

-Hello! My name is Arisu... are you looking for something in particular? Can I be of any help? Or you two lovebirds just wanted to take your time and take a look around?

Recluse was still getting used to this, the treatment and the clothing. Not to mention the constant attention. Eyes were still on him even as Ozias lead them off to stores that better suited the spiders needs rather then the oozes. Honestly, had he known, Alaric would have suggested they do something his Master would have liked! But then Ozias thought right, the spider wasn't much for fishing but naturally built for patience. Just watching his Master would be interesting.. otherwise he had no interest. And not that he would openly admit!

"Hmm?" Giving his partner a slight glare in passing. Stepping inside the front door of the store Ozias lead them to. He couldn't really be upset about the lady comment being dressed as he was.. he only hoped this didn't become a regular occurance. And besides, the minute the spider laid his eyes on the various amounts of clothing, raw material and supplies all else left his mind. Like a child in a candy store. Trying not to show his pent up excitement and overall volatile enthusiasm. It was a spider thing. Moving between the racks of clothing, nearly overlooking the elderly woman greeting them. His eyes were alit, the violet brighten to near glowing. Bowing his head in greeting, showing his usual charm with an equally bright smile. "Thank you, but we're just browsing. You have an amazing assortment. Its an honor to be in the presence of one with such fantastic taste."

Moving to the raw material, the fabric before it was sewn into something great. Able to judge the authenticity by touch and sight. Fingers running over the woven peices. The wall of tools ranging from needles, markers, measuring tape, bottoms, ect. There was even spools that held strings of wool, cotton. But no silk? A shame, but he could always ask. Looking over his shoulder at Ozias, beaming a wide appreciative, almost loving, smile. "I could make you something."

The lady, hearing this simply nodded, smiling at them as she went back behind her counter and sat on her chair with her newspaper... she was doing crosswords apparently.

-Very well! If you need me I’ll be right here!

The goo lizard knew by her zen attitude that it obviously wasn’t the first time people would only come in her store, shuffle things around and leave without buying anything, let alone saying goodbye. Of course, he’d never do such a thing. Ozias was a real gentleman toward strangers... Obviously he had his very “unique” private life of his but that didn’t mean he was a heartless monster. Quite the opposite actually! He was such a misunderstood creature... really! If Recluse wouldn’t buys something on his way out he’d probably pick up a little something. Nodding to the lady, he himself then began taking a look around, shifting between the male outfits... if only he could wear those...

Too bad they didn’t seem to sell other monk robes; he was getting tired of always having to wear the same only three he had. This one, a black one with silver motifs on it, normally used in times like this, when he just needed something slightly above the average... his regular deep-green one, wore when exploring and such and finally, his fancy deep blue-ish purple one with golden motifs on it of thorny vines, normally taken when going into festivities or very fancy parties.

Putting down a fancy suit he was looking at back on the hanger, the liquid being glared at Recluse who was eyeing the tailoring equipment. The unsuspected question he asked him right after sparkled Ozias’ interest. His slave making him something to wear? Probably out of that white silk of his... a splendid idea! He remembered last time he had touched some of the spider’s own-made vestments; even if he was all ooze, he could still feel very much so! Fancying the idea of wearing some of this wondrous, soft silk on him all day, the ooze walked up to his spider as he too began looking at all the equipment, having never seen such an arsenal before.

-Would you now?

He asked, curious.

-Though... far from me the idea of being picky or rude... but if you are to make one out of your... special silk, I hope you’ll allow me to dye it, white isn’t your master’s... erm, favorite color let us say...

The lady, lowering her newspaper couldn’t help but listen to their conversation... special silk he said?

He was in his own slice of heaven. Surrounded by his own element, his natural talent. Recluse admired the various wares though he knew he couldn't take any of it home. As far as he knew Ozias hadn't brought any money even though their purpose here was to go shopping... and didn't expect to get anything for himself! More concerned with ruffling through the various bits and pieces. Oh how he wished he knew how to make embroidery and complex designs... but his fingers could only weave so well. But the right tools would open up so many possibilities! Lacking in funds and unable to even consider stealing. The spider still had morals, as twisted and disturbed as they were. Picking up a collection of needles ranging in length and width. Looking up as Ozias answered, beaming a wide grin... that quickly faded.

"Well, white is all I can produce. I can weave as thick as straw or as fine as mist itself. But colors I can't do. And I will not dirt my hands with dyes, sully my work with synthetic hues. They ruin the luxury of my work, turn it hard and gritty." Crossing his arms, hiding his pout by turning his face away from his Master. Surely overreacting but he couldn't see past the insult of saying white wasn't good enough. Putting away what he was eyeing before picking up another item and remaining silent. Turning back toward the clothing to get his mind off of his little tantrum. Feeling the shop owners eyes on him.. perhaps he wasn't behaving very lady like to keep up the facade?

Skimming through the mens clothing, studying the design, testing the texture and strands. Able to read the amount of work put into every stitch just by touch. What the spider wouldn't notice was the small gaggle of his peers staring hard through the shop window. Those curious of the couple. It only so happened the gawkers were mostly men... with eyes set like hungry, wild dogs. The glaring only making the hair on the back of the spiders neck.

Hrm, perhaps he hasn’t explained himself correctly... Recluse seemed to have taken it the wrong way it would seem. Ozias had thought the reason why he couldn’t wear plain white was pretty obvious... apparently he’d have to tell him exactly what this whole thing was all about. Hopefully he would understand this time... and stop being mad at him. Only two days together and already their first couple dispute... sheesh! Looking around to make sure no one was listening; the goo lizard’s sight fell on the lady who quickly went back to her newspaper... obviously not fooling anyone. Getting closer to his spider, the ooze put his right arm over his shoulders; dragging him closer to himself as he talked to the hybrid, almost whispering...

-Recluse, listen... I am not criticizing your work. It’s just that I can’t wear bright colors...

He added as his oozing hand, slipping out of his sleeve a bit stroked his neck, his oozing maw getting closer to his ear...

-For obvious reasons...

Indeed, wearing dark colors wasn’t a choice; three good reasons made him do so. Firstly, even if he was easily able to prevent himself of smearing himself all over everything he touched, his sludge, on the long run, usually ended up tainting pretty much any materials. Secondly, dark colors tended to blend in better in a crowd, avoiding unwanted attention from curious people... and finally, white reflected light too much; his visage wouldn’t be hidden very well that way, meaning he’d have to lower his hood even more than it already was... and quite frankly, if it was any lower, he’d probably crash into everything.

-We wouldn’t want to have curious people knowing about my... little secret, now, would we?

He finished as he slurped the back of his neck and walked toward the raw materials.

-Here, take a look... if we can’t dye it, we could simply cover it! Like this I’ll get all the softness of your silk... and the discretion that black or other dark-colored materials would normally offer me.

He finished, with a smile. Then, glaring outside, Ozias raised an eyebrow; both of them had apparently attracted a small bunch of curious people peering through the store’s windows. The mystery man was with an outsider they had never seen before... and it was quite the catch! Sexy “ladies” were pretty rare around here in this small village...

Eyeing the spider, Ozias shrugged. He didn’t quite know what to make out of all this... Then, feeling a presence behind him, the goo lizard turned around slowly as he saw the old lady standing right behind him. Jumping, he nearly tripped as his oozing feet nearly tripped over a broom; going through it instead... Barely.

-I couldn’t help but overhear something about some silk... does that mean you have your own sericulture?

She added, obviously interested... if she could get her hands on such raw materials, she could get some serious buyers... but little did she know that it had nothing to do with regular worm silk... at all.

Recluse knew he was being difficult and over reacting to such a simple suggestion. More upset with his inability to give the ooze beast what he so desired. Creating silk with any other color aside from white was impossible and dying his silk felt like a violation. Sighing heavily, eyes cast down and quiet. Listening to what Ozias had to say, agreeing with him completely but answering with a softly mutter "yes." Mind beginning to wander from the topic at hand and into something a little less innocent.. cracking a slight smile from the way his partner was pressing close and speaking so secretively. The stroke had his cheek flaring up and the quick lick made him shudder. Swooning between that moment of seductive touch and the obvious answer to the spiders dilemma. Now just feeling foolish, nodding slowly.

"I see your point. I just.." From the trailing off and stare toward the window. Hmm.. well, not quite the sight he expected but not that he could complain. Offering the peepers a charming grin before turning his attention back to Ozias... whom seemed like he had made a new friend. Clasping his hands together infront of him, holding his folded umbrella loosely between his fingers. Closing the distance between them, seeing as the question was directed toward him he inclined his head. "Ah, yes.. but I only produce it for personal reasons." Judging from the twinkle in the old womans eyes she wasn't going to take no for an answer. It wasn't a rare occurance for the hybrid to sell his particular brand but the effort was a strain for the meager pay he got out of swindlers. Even if the elderly shop owner offered a higher rate of pay he wasn't sure on his Masters approval.

Then again he could just be jumping the gun on this matter. Looking toward his slime, wondering what his thoughts would be on this... if the woman proposed something close to a business partnership Alaric could very well be a step closer to living that farfetched dream of his. But such a huge decision wasn't his to make anymore! And such would be a step toward a popularity he wasn't sure either of them wanted. "And my works are subpar to the fine crafts you sell here." Did he mention the immense amount of protein he would have to consume to weave even a single outfit or two? The hunger would drive the limits of his humanity... but in this case, living with another being who consumed humans such as himself it probably wasn't such a big deal..

Hearing the two of them go on about that silk, Ozias knew he’d be faced with a dilemma. The goo lizard, although having Recluse being his slave, still wanted the spider to have his share of happiness and freedom. “Slave” was very relative in his case; it obviously had nothing to do with someone doing forced labor and being deprived from what the world had to offer, the hybrid was his... spoiled slave... yes, that would be the correct term... But still, he was his master, his superior and he would be the one deciding over this whole matter. This was no decision to be taken lightly; doing actual business with a village, although rewarding money-wise, would obviously brought them unwanted attention. And would Recluse even be able to produce so much silk? Everything so far seemed to be pointing toward a “no”... Although he hated to do this, Ozias would have to refuse the old ladie’s offer. His spider was worth more than this... he was no animal you could just extract silk from to satisfy one’s greedy needs. Shaking his head, he replied, trying to sound as civil as possible so he wouldn’t have to repeat himself... he hated doing that.

-Yes, our... erm, silk worms are just enough to suffice our own needs... we can’t really.

The lady then raised an eyebrow as she then raised a suggestive finger...

-Did you ever considered having a larger farm? To grow more of them? Silk is rare these days... I’d be willing to pay quite the price!

Oh good, looks like he’d have to start a debate...

-I’m quite sure you would, but we wouldn’t want to attract unwanted attention over our house... mercenaries, criminals, renegades and bandits, we don’t want those... we live quite far from the village and we’d be an easy target for them...

Seeing how she was now scratching her chin, her eyes narrowed, he knew at this point that this old shop owner wouldn’t take no as an answer... rather trying to think of a solution rather than letting it go.

-Have you ever thought of hiring ninjas? Maybe some of them would accept to guard your farm? For a small fee of course... but if you can grow in peace, this will be nothing! Just think of all the money you’ll get in your pockets!

This was the last straw... letting out a heavy sigh, he simply nodded at her as he finished...

-I will admit, hiring ninjas might be a good idea... Here, take a look, this is a picture of our worms making silk, they’re a very special breed, maybe you have heard of them before?

Looking around, Ozias made sure no one was still peering through the window as he then concentrated a bubble of highly-concentrated drug vapor in his right palm. Mimicking someone who would reach for something in his pocket, the goo lizard showed her his oozing hand as he popped the bubble right up her nose. It only took a few seconds for her to fall limp on the floor, a complete knock out.

-No means no.

He simply added, looking down at the old lady. Turning around, the ooze then closed all the curtains as he flipped the “open” sign to “close” and locked the door. Taking the lady by the arms, he dragged her behind her desk as he laid her on the floor before tilting her chair over next to her.

-She won’t remember a thing when she’ll wake up in half an hour or so... they never do, not with that specific gas I made her breath...

He added as he then went in the small backstore and locked the rear access door.
Going next to Alaric, he then removed his hood, knowing no one could see them and gestured at everything there was in the store.

-Take everything you need, really! We’ll make a break for it from behind after and when the old hag will wake up she’ll think she fell off her chair and feel asleep or something... and that someone robbed her during that time... but with no proof whatsoever, she won’t go very far. Ninjas are lazy.

He chuckled as he then wrapped his two arms over Recluse's shoulders, his gooey “clawed” hands merging together over the spider’s chest as he rested his head on his left shoulder.

-Only what’s best for my little slave...

Sigh. Things were just never easy for him, or them rather... Recluse had expected the response. Actually he expected everything up until the lady pestered and pestered till Ozias had to put his foot down. As much as he wanted to become a well known tailor the possibilities were just too dangerous for them. And the strain of actually creating enough silk that could be sold would only add to the problem. Though it didn't mean he couldn't take on personal projects and quiet purchases. Keeping his mouth shut, trusting in his Master to handle the situation. Watching Ozias move his hand into his pocket and slip the store keeper his knock out gas. Flinching when the old lady went down. Couldn't be helped he guessed.. offering to help but the ooze took charge.

"Pfft, silk worms. They're only good for eating. Not worth the effort. But you have to admit she was determined and thought up some good points." Mentioning idly while he turned to the wall of supplies. Aching to put his hands on everything and anything he could but stuck at a moral dilemma. Stealing was at the very bottom of his villainy list. It was petty and meant he couldn't provide for himself. And suggestion they leave something as a payment for what they were about to take would only make them more suspect. Leaning into his Masters touch. The cool slime making everything better, any negativity passing. Touching the merged hands on his chest and turning his head to kiss the slime lizards lips. "Careful you don't spoil me rotten." Which probably would be the case if this became a common occurance. Wiggling his fingers in the cool sludge, recalling how amazing it had felt when he had been absorbed by the reptilian ooze. Wondering when he'd get another chance at it... if he had to ask or beg.. and not beneath the latter.

Pulling away from his Masters grasp rather reluctantly. Scanning through the wares before choosing the sewing needles he was looking at, some spools, markers, new measuring tape. A number of things to stuff in his outfit safely. Clothing wasn't much on his mind but the nicer material he took. He wouldn't be greedy, taking only what he felt would be enough to make something exquisite for Ozias. When he felt his pockets were full and his need stated he gave Ozias the ok. Ready to move on and enjoy the rest of their day of shopping. "So where we heading next, hmm?" This time he'd let his partner pick the place.

Letting go of Recluse, Ozias watched as his spider took a look around and grabbed what he needed, filling his pockets with all the crafting tools he needed. The good lizard wasn’t very familiar with such equipment and let the hybrid decide on what he judged necessary to bring back home... on his side, the ooze creature looked at all the rolls of fabrics... there were many of different colors and texture... as well as prices. Taking the softest, most expensive roll of black material he could find, Ozias stuffed the roll in a white bag he found somewhere in the store; that would come in handy for when Recluse would try to make him a little something. He didn’t know what kind of material he took exactly... but oh well. Surely his slave would be able to identify it.

When both of them took everything they needed, the sludge creature waited for recluse to go into the backstore, ready to leave. The sludge creature put his white bag next to him, gesturing that he’d be right back and to wait here. Removing his monk robe, he let himself melt slowly into a puddle as he crawled into the store. An appendage stuck out of the ooze as he put the curtains back like they were and unlocked the door. Immediately after he crawled back to his robe and reformed himself into it as he grabbed his stolen goods. Unlocking the rear door, he then opened it slowly as he looked around... no one was in sight. Gesturing at Recluse to come out, he then closed the door behind him, being careful not to make any sound as both of the strolled down the small passage that eventually leaded to a more crowded road.

Looking around the goo lizard quickly recognized his surroundings; they were in the part of the village where all the restaurants were... ranging from fast-food joins to very fancy ones. Looking at the sun, having no watch on him, the liquid being judged that it was around six of seven PM... and that omelet he ate this morning was far behind now... Not to mention that everyone was starting to look rather delicious all of the sudden...

-I must say, all this shopping made me hungry...

He said as he turned around to look at his slave.

-I remember studying biology when I was younger and read somewhere that spiders didn’t ate much... I’m not quite sure if you share such a similarity... If that’s the case you could always take only a little something... but your master is starving. We could always took the opportunity to talk anyway... we’re not in a hurry...

Scanning around, the goo lizard’s sight fell on that small restaurant at the corner of the street. They seemed to serve just about everything... and most importantly, it wasn’t too crowded.

-How about this one over there?

He asked him. If this restaurant would fit his liking, Ozias would accompany him there and let him choose a table...

Alaric watched his master pick out a few bodies of his own. Raising his brow at the choice of material but wouldn't say a word. Liking forward to making something absolutely stunning for his mate. An outfit that was both dark but stunning. Something that would take more then an overnight labor of course! The excitement making the spiders heart race and cheeks flush. Following out toward the back, waiting for Ozias to finish his elaborate planning. Admiring how his oozy master could melt and reform so quickly and lithe... how he could fill every spot perfectly.. lips twitching into a sly smile. Once more being lead by his lover out into town. So much time had passed it was amazing he hadn't felt any hunger pains! Then again he hadn't done much to use up his energy reserves... yet.

Looking up at the slime lizard, shrugging his shoulders slightly with the conclusion he came upon. "Hmm, true to an extent.. eating isn't an everyday occurance, especially if the meal is a big one." Recluse would soon come to realize how big of an appetite his Master had. "These places look good, a light dinner wouldn't be too bad. A little fried rice, dumplings.." True in fact he wasn't very hungry and talking would be nice... but there was something else nagging the hybrid that he needed to get off his chest... and onto his tongue. Now. His sly smile becoming one more seductive, his lids lowered and the color of his eyes grew darker. When he spoke he filtered through that suppressed need... a desire he had since they began their day.

"You know, as much as that sound good.." he moved closer, hand pressed against the front of his Masters robes, slowly inching them upward till he cupped his partners cheek. Leaning up to whisper and let his words be heard only by the sludge. "I think I'd rather have you instead." Sliding his tongue over the lizards cool lips, shuddering from the taste and texture. "Right between my lips.." Ending that note by backing up, licking his lips, giving the slime a tug on his sleeve and a look before heading toward a secluded spot between the buildings. He couldn't very much let the public see! ...though the thought was very, very interesting.

The longer he was staring to that restaurant, the more he was getting hungry… such an appetite he had developed since he had transformed. Not that he complained about it; quite the opposite actually! He was one of the only few, if not the only one that could eat as much as his hunger demanded. People would rip themselves a leg off for being able to do that... And it would seem his spider had a very small appetite, as he had guessed. He was a hybrid, after all, so it was normal for him to share such similarities with his cousins. Hopefully this wouldn’t be a source of conflict; one being a bottomless pit and the other one not even eating once a day... Hrm. Oh well... on the plus side that meant he wouldn’t have to buy as much food for his slave as he first expected...

His ears perking up as Alaric seemed to be proposing something else, Ozias turned around, thinking he may had a better idea than eating there... he was opened to suggestions after all. Looking at him pressing his hand against his chest as he closed on him... whispering those very inviting, lust filled words as he felt his spider’s tongue slid across his lips, not protesting the slightest as he did so. Looking down at Recluse, he only had time to whisper a few words of approval before he got dragged further behind the buildings, far away from the public eye...

Once arrived in some sort of abandoned alley backyard, Ozias, not even saying a word immediately tossed his monk robe aside as he grabbed his slave by the shoulders and pinned him against a wall, opening his dripping maw wide as his oozing serpentine tongue slipped inside his mouth, his lips connecting with his, literally engulfing the entirety of his chin and jaw doing so, his prehensile appendage circling, mingling with his partner’s tongue, having its way on him, giving in to his desires. His gooey paw soon enough slid under his kimono, slipping it off as his sludgy, cool hands slid on Alaric’s fuzzy chest, starting with his pectorals, then, as his right hand slid slower, over his abdominals, pelvis... until his gooey grip slid under his pants, taking hold of the hybrid’s manhood, not hesitating to squeeze it with his gushing hand, stroking it as he slowly pulled his grasp out, teasing him as the kiss went on for a little longer before he let go, letting his slave the chance to catch his breath. Letting out a deep chuckle, he then spoke...

-I thought you well, slave...

Already his oversized manhood could be seen, as imposing as it usually was, poking and rubbing itself against the spider’s abdominals, throbbing, oozing copious amount of pre.

-Go on... I won’t hold your enthusiasm any longer...

For a moment the spider thought his Master would make this difficult, or worse, turn him down completely! The ooze had no idea how long these thoughts had been bumping around inside his head. Mind riddled with so much want from the very beginning, craving that rough, cool, slick touch to consume him entirely. Having nearly thrown himself at the slime during those moments trying on the outfits.. when Ozias gave the ok and followed eagerly behind the spider felt his heart leap in his chest. This was a first for him in so many ways. Recalling a time when he was the one getting these delicious offers, receiving the soft whispers and coaxing. Now it was his turn.. and it couldn't feel any better! Before he could do a thing his Master was already stripped and pinning him against a wall. It was just want he wanted.. to be dominated, commanded.

"Ozias.." The only words he could mutter before his mouth was swallowed up by the dripping beast. Moaning harder, relaxing under the writhing, intrusive tongue after a few moments. Writhing, shuddering as quick jolts of pleasure shot to his groin. What was just a slight arousal became a full hardon. Body exposed from the waist up when his kimono was removed and tossed aside with the reptiles robes. Good thing too, this was about to get too messy to keep it on.. arching his hand into his lovers hand, throbbing hard from the cool grip and squeeze. Trying to get a hold on his mates shoulders but failing to grip the slime, instead fingers digging into the gelatinous body. When their lips finally parted Recluse was gasping for much needed breath. Body still trembling from the touches to his chest and length. "M-master.."

Mind barely able to keep up to what was happening but thankfully his body responded quicker. His hands reaching for that imposing, aching length that ground against his stomach and further teased his overly sensitive underbelly. Giving the leaking, oozy length a hard squeeze and slow jerk as rivets of pre coated his dark skin and rolled downwards. Meeting his Masters eyes with submissive, dark amethyst hues. Lowering himself onto his knees he broug his tongue and lips to the very tip, tasting the source of that wet, sticky pre. Tending to his lovers need with an eager tongue and lips, wanting to better his skill... slowly working to wrap his lips around the round head, tongue pressing against the slit to slow the rolling waves of pre. One hand gripping the base of the heavy length while the other dug into the reptilians thigh to try and get a firm hold. Eyes shut tight, trying to focus on pleasing his lover.. and no gag. Completely ignoring the hard, straining member between his own legs that couldn't complete with the goos flow of pre.

This was one turn of event Ozias did not expect to happen, at least, not here and now. Of course, he didn’t complain, far from that actually... but the sudden need of his slave for such attention and desire to please his master truly brought a smile up the lizard face. It was now official, the hybrid was hooked; he had successfully tainted the spider’s soul... he was completely his! Not only physically, but mentally too! Oh such a wonderful feeling this was. He knew he’d never grow tired of it that was for sure. And obviously Recluse enjoyed his role just as much as his master enjoyed his... a perfect couple! One satisfied the needs of the other without any second thoughts or being force to do so.

The sight of Alaric getting down on his knees in front of him was truly delightful... putting his back against the wall behind him as he laid his head on it too, Ozias felt Recluse’s hand squeezing thigh around his enormous length; such a press would’ve normally hurt someone but in his case, it was the complete opposite... the sensation was simply mind blowing. All his sensible nerves were accumulated there; the squish and the feeling of the hybrid’s digits wiggling in the his shaft made of goo simply made him shudder as his right hand gripped itself on a series of pipe that were sticking out of the brick wall behind him, trying not to sway under the pleasure.

When his partner wrapped his lips around the end of his shaft, Ozias grew in anticipation. The goo lizard remembered his first time doing this; although he was sure there would be room for improvement, he had a... hard time imagining how he could do better than yesterday. But anyway, one thing was for sure; his slave would get a well-deserved reward after this. Something he couldn’t offer him right now... but perhaps later... yes.

Feeling his spider began to do his work as his tongue slid in his cock slit, passing trough it as his hand then gripped the base of his girth and the other grabbed his leg, Ozias let out a deep moan as his back began to slide on the brick wall. Barely able to hold it together when the hybrid began sucking on it, his legs began loosing definition as they started to melt, the goo lizard slowly going down, losing grip on the pipes as the metal tubes simply sunk through his right hand. His maw pared open as his tongue lolled out, his eyes narrowing as he eventually prevented himself from going any lower... with much pain and effort; a large ooze puddle forming itself at the level of his thighs as his lizard tail had sunk in it too.

Feeling his slave sucking at only half or so of his manhood, the gelatinous being rested his half-formed hand behind Alaric’s head as he pressed on it... slowly, adding a constant pressure as he could feel his length slide deeper into his throat... deeper... deeper... ignoring his possible protest until his lips had reached the bottom. Having control over his ooze, he also made sure to let some room for Recluse to breath too... he didn’t him to suffocate either; he’d have to pull him back and that would ruin this perfect moment... he could feel those wondrous hot ripples around his cold, sludgy length. Wanting more, his hand melted and spread on the back of the hybrid’s head, getting a firm grip on it doing so and began to pull it back before pushing it down once more completely... doing so until he’d get satisfaction. The mind-blowing sensation made him tilt his head backward as he murred deeply...

-G-gaahaaaaa... Yessss....

Not forgetting his spider, the muddy liquid on the ground began shifting as an appendage rolled itself around Recluse’s hardon, slithering on it like a snake would as a slit at the end of the appendage formed itself and split open, forming a small mouth as it swallowed his manhood and began stroking it gently by doing regular ups and downs, the goo shifting, spinning around it, giving all the attention he could possibly offer to it.

It wasn't so much the spider was tainted but that he was... addicted. Never before had he experienced a want so completely consuming. Oh he was far from being a virgin but he had experienced so many new sensations, feeling.. a first for him. And for once his partner knew about his dark side and accepted him, his heritage. Wanting this just as much as his lover... though from any other point of view it looked much like the ooze was subjecting the hybrid. It was a shared control... for now. Recluse was still new to this, taking his time in offering his lover oral satisfaction. Using his tongue and lips, relaxing his jaw just enough to fill his mouth, afraid anymore would leave him breathless and gagging.

Of course his Master would have other plans. Eyes still half parted the spider watched as his lover passed through his lustfilled stages. Watching him writhe and loose solidity. Grinning around his mouthful, amused and very much enjoying his lovers reaction to the pleasure he was giving. Wishing he'd just give in as much as the hybrid was.. to melt down into that shuddering, quivering puddle. Hands caressing and gripping the goo, just as pleased to feel the cool slime guns beneath his fingers as his lover enjoyed the heat and sensation.

When the reptilian slime began pushing down on his head Recluse didn't do much to resist.. until he felt the length grind against the back of his throat and force its way deeper. The tension growing, shutting his eyes tight. Throat muscles contracting around the intruding length, swallowing felt impossible but the suction came naturally. Lips grinning along the thrusting member while his tongue curled and slid over the underside of his masters thick girth. Hands now gripping and sinking into that ever so cool muddy sludge.. how it teased his burning skin. Relaxing his jaw, letting the motion come naturally. Had Alaric been just human this would have probably been an impossible task.

Breathe. That's all he had to do while his mouth and lips did all the work and his Masters grip steady the pace... shuddering when that wet, cool slivering tendril rolled around his length. Loosing his control, his breathing deepening and body alit with new heat. Each stroke brining him closer to his peak, not one for stamina... well not when something so similar to a mouth jerked and caressed him. Dripping pre, twitching, throbbing with so much need. His warning of impending release a series of muffled moans and grunts.

Ozias was rather impressed to say the least! Recluse had been able to take it all without protesting... much. It’s not like he had the choice anyway; his master had needs and his spider, being a slave, would satisfy those without any retorts... and right now, Alaric was doing perfect, really! He didn’t even tensed any of his muscles in an attempt to resist as the liquid being’s right hand, which was soon followed by his left, did all the work for the hybrid; sliding his head up and down, eventually going faster as his he began trusting his hips, pushing his gelatinous length deep in his hot, quivering throat of his.

The goo lizard could feel his own climax building up quite rapidly now; the sight of his slave doing such as well as sheer sensation of it all was driving him nuts. His eyes were almost completely closed as his mouth was now gaping wide, his tongue fully extended as it instinctively began licking on recluse’s visage, caressing it as it fruitlessly tried to grab hold of something, anything. His grip around his lover’s manhood tightened even more, gushing ooze on each side as he quickened the paste, the rhythm of his hips eventually become jerkier as the raw sensations he was experiencing right now began to fog his mind. The vibrating puddle of slime under Recluse eventually crawled up on his skin, coating everything that was under his spider’s pectorals, quivering, shifting all over him. Letting out a long, deep moan of pleasure as his body nearly lost all definition, the thick, soft liquid covering his slave tightened and pulsated as he pulled out Alaric’s head and came waves after waves of slime; a very rich mixture of drugs that splattered all over the hybrid’s face, torso, abdominals and legs...

-Grruuaaaahhghh...

As his mighty, lengthy release finally came to an end, the sludge slowly began to reform himself, though, did not bother to do such with his legs; letting everything below the waist in a molten state... except for his hardon which was still showing, obviously. Wrapping his two long oozing arms under Recluse’s shoulders, he brought him against his gooey self as he sunk his slave within him, resting his head over his left shoulder, basking in the afterglow, his back resting against the wall behind him.

-I am very proud of you...

He whispered. Pushing on his shoulders slightly, Ozias looked into Recluse’s eyes as he carried on...

-All this will deserve you a very special gift later...

He cooed as he ran slid his index from his lips, smirking at him.

His jaw was beginning to ache, small rivets of his lovers ooze dribbling down the edges of his mouth. Shutting his eyes tight, wincing from the intense sensations violating his throat. Still he wouldn't fight it, welcoming each thrust as it pushed further down his throat then should have been possible. Trying to hold out on his own orgasm though his body was shuddering, his length throbbing wildly. Clawing at the slime, trying just as in vain to get a hold while his body was being used, touched, stroked. Breathing was becoming a challenge, heart pounding viciously in his chest. This whole time he was feeding on the precum that was being forced down his throat and smeared on his tongue.

The feeling of the cool ooze sliding up along his body, coating the spider in a second, quivering and caressing skin, was enough to send him over the edge. His senitive belly just unable to handle the attention. Eyes rolling back, body spasming as he managed a very muffled moan around his masters length. His own release spilling into the thick ooze, tainting it a milky white for only a moment... in return his partner released himself. Expecting Ozias to shove the whole of himself deep inside his mouth, Alaric wasn't ready for that messy explosion that spilled across his face, lips, chest.. a never ending stream of thick, drug filled cum. Mouth still open, lips parted to catch what he could as the rest rolled down to form a puddle beneath them. The effects of the drugs were instant when it filtered through the skin and swallowed. Aloft, utterly clueless and mind fried. Filled with a pleasure that made the mess worth it.

Recluse leaned into his lovers body, basking in that sweet afterglow. Gasping for breath, though he had been on his knees he knew standing now was a bad idea. Feeling weakened from his climax and still very much under the influence of the drug. Burying his face in his lover, his hair a wide, white fan shielding his back from view, wishing he could vanish inside him... when Ozias spoke he turned his head up and greeted his master with a wide, loving smile. The mention of being proud made his heart skip and the light touch to his lips only drove him to lick at the passing slimy digit. And not about to ignore that still raging length, hand moving to tracing his long, dexterous fingers over it though not yet ready for another round, not that he didn't have that in mind!

"Anything for Master.." He murmured, eyes glazed, licking his lips and still tasting that bitter sweetness he had mentally associated his masters cum with. Planting another kiss on his lips. "Dinner, sounds good?" Having enough of a mind focus to mutter the words though having a fill of what he craved. For now. But throwing any clothes on now would only ruin the clothes! But walking around naked was a very bad idea... though under such an influence the spider would have easily fallen under the slimes suggestion and done just that.

It’s in moments like theses he wished they were at home hidden deep within that secluded and dense forest of his, in their warm, cozy bed, buried under a blanket, his spider against him like this very instant with his head resting against his muddy, soft chest with both of them half asleep... and of course, with the television turned on with an almost inexistent volume on a late night, adding to the ambiance. But sadly, although he was enjoying this moment very much, it wasn’t the case. They were in the middle of an alley... and every second they passed like this increased the chance of them getting caught. Looking Recluse smile at him with such a lovely smile, it almost broke his heart to end this... actually it did broke his hearth. His poor little slave was in heaven right now, doing such a thing was simply evil... but they had too. Plus, he was still hungry.

Nodding, the ooze began to reform himself slowly as he lifted Alaric carefully at the same time, putting him on his feet as he began cleaning him, rubbing his smooth hands everywhere where there was slime smeared on the hybrid until he was squeaky clean. Grabbing the kimono with his tail, the goo lizard grabbed it as he slid it back on his lover’s lithe body, not holding himself back to wiggle his finger on his soft fuzz before re-attaching the long piece of cloth around his waist. Drawing his hands back, the ooze then grabbed his monk robe as he dusted it off a bit and put it back on, tying his assorted belt made out of cloth as he then put his hood back on.

Putting his arm around Recluse’s waist, helping him this way to give himself some stability; Recluse still seemed rather high due to his contact drug. Walking out slowly from the alleys and into the more crowded streets, they arrived to the restaurant they had spotted earlier. At the entrance a young lady bowed to them as she brought them to their table, pulling their chairs. It was a nice spot in a corner with a window giving them a good view outside. Helping his spider sitting down, he then sat on his own chair as he then took a quick look around, letting out a sigh, relaxing.

-It’s been a while since my last visit in a restaurant... four months to be precise.

He said at the same time as he showed him four slimy of his claws which he then hid back in.

-Hopefully they’re cuisine is up to par with mine... or the tip might be a little thin...

He finished as he picked up the menu...

Moments like this made all the past turmoil worth it. Anything that had plagued him in the past didn't matter. Recluse was happy, content in the arms of his lover and Master. Here he didn't need to care about anything other then pleasing his partner. Basking in the aftermath of their heated moments, resting comfortably in the cool and soft body of the slime lizard. When Ozias began moving, shifting the spider away, the little hybrid made his only protest. As much as it would have been nice to stay like this he knew, deep in the logical parts of his still hazy mind, that they had to get going. Savoring the slime beings touch as he cleaned him off of any remaining traces of seed. Had they been back home Recluse wouldn't have minded the mess but out in public they had to keep up their appearance. Allowing his Master to dress him, fitting snuggly into his kimono, little dirt managed to stick to it. Oh, not at all overlooking the wiggle and touch along his sensitive fuzz.

Leaning on the ooze, needing a little support to keep himself from toppling over. Alaric was still under the influence of the drug and aside from being utterly calm and compliant he had a hard time keeping balance. In a high state of mind. Upon arriving at the restaurant the spider simply looked like the reptiles lightly tipsy date. The flush even present in his cheeks. Once seated he could gather his barrings. Steadily the drug wearing out of his system... though it didn't stop the hybrid from giving his Master secretive looks now and then. From any other persons point of view Recluse looked like a loved struck woman simply fawning over the mysterious monk robed man. Even listening to what Ozias had to say with half attention... not too focused on words but rather those soft, cool lips beneath the hood and shadows.

"I avoided all outside contact whenever possible.." Muttering slightly, sitting up in his seat, the fog lifting from his mind. A shame really, he was hoping the buzz would last longer. "I... rather avoid conflict whenever possible. Humans and conflict go hand in hand." Rubbing his jaw, feeling the slight ache in the hinge. "But around you... makes me feel safer." Just an idle comment, glancing around the room. Now that his senses were returning to him he liked to know the crowd they were dealing with. The atmosphere was a classy one, well not extreme but at least none looked like they would cause problems. Making a quick assessment. "At least three of the men here are undressing me with their eyes." His tone jovial though he wondered what his Master would think of it. Burying his face in a menu with an amused, if not smug, expression.

Their waitress finally showed after giving the two lovers a moment to decide what they wanted to order. Recluse, having already gotten what he had been craving for all day, didn't have much of an appetite but he had something in mind to nibble on. Keeping up the facade of an innocent and feminine beauty. Flashing a wide grin, violet eyes bright and sharp. A stark change from the dark, lusty eyes he had for his masters not so long ago. "Fried calamari. And some Miso soup." Looking toward Ozias, waiting for his response.

Reading the menue, Ozias was thinking not he’d take… but what he shouldn’t take! All those meals seemed so appetizing... if it was only for him, he’d take all of them... but his wallet would suffer the “filled with air” syndrome right after. If only the goo lizard had some actual taste; since he went through his transformation he found himself loving anything that carried a taste and would normally be edible... Flavor flowed through his oozing body at each bite, no matter what it was, fruits, meat, vegetables dairy products, cereals he didn’t care! As long as it had a taste... they were all good!

Licking his lips with his oozing tongue, Ozias lowered his menu as Recluse began to speak. What he told him he already knew... obviously Alaric was living alone before all this, human contact must’ve been difficult. The liquid being was in the same boat after all. It took him a lot of guts to come out of that ruined village... for a whole year he had lived in that deserted, forgotten, demolished town that used to be his home. Shaking those thoughts off as he then glared at the hybrid... and then to all those who were apparently eyeing him. One would normally be rather uncomfortable having his other half being looked upon by all those pair of eyes... but Ozias was obviously above all that. That’s what his slave wanted... and obviously none of these men knew what was truly hiding under. Those weirdophobes were missing out.

-Who can blame them...

He said, teasing him as he smirked at his spider.

-That’s what happens when you’re too sexy... You make heads turn. Even those who are engaged apparently... good going there!

He snickered as he eyed a young couple on the other side... The guy was now getting lectured by his girlfriend. Hah!

Looking up as the waitress arrive, Ozias wasn’t really ready to order... but figured he’d never decide himself anyway.

-Erm... How about the chef’s specialty with an entry and desert?

He simply added.

-Of your choice, I really don’t mind... I’ll also take something fizzy to dink, maybe a cola or something. You may bring us some water too and a bottle of sake to go with that.

He finished as he smiled at her and gave the young lady the two menus, nodding politely as she went off.

Looking back at Alaric, the ooze then sighed, relaxing as he laid back on his chair.

-It just came on to me that I haven’t got to know your... erm, “story” I might say. Were you always alone like this? Where do you come from?

He asked, curious.

-But if we’re going somewhere too dark... I would understand perfectly. If that can be of any help I’d be more than welcome to share a bit of life with you after...

This night was shaping out to be one of the best nights of the spiders life. Between the dress up, the shopping, the quick session and dinner, everything was running so smoothly! And the quiet, almost romantic air between them was setting the mood. Relaxed, put at ease, eyes focused on his lover once the menus were taken away and they were left to their own while dinner was prepared. But the hybrids beaming smile slowly slipped away when Ozias finally brought up the big question. This was ruining the moment... though it was nice to have his partner take an interest in his life. As short and sad as it had been prior. Starting on a soft but deep breath.

"It isn't the best of stories but I see no reasons not to share with someone so close to me." Trying for a reassuring smile, really feeling he could tell the slime everything. What was the point of holding back anyway? "I was born in the land of honey. A small village, Mitsiwa. No ninja, nothing worth remembering... not that I could forget it. I was born from a kind, loving and generous woman. My mother was... something else." Eyes cast down, fingers interlocked together. His voice was soft, caring and in his mind he was living out the short bit of happiness he once hand. "I never had a father, for all I knew I never had one. But I had her and she had the village. The people there loved her. Till I was born. I know this from the way they spoke about her, words I can't remember but the feelings were obvious. I wasn't the precious little bundle they had been expecting. They were all afraid of me, but mom wasn't. I can barely recall her face, but she always smiled. Just for me. But I think she really wanted a girl..." Remembering in hazy, faded memories of how she praised him for his hair particularly.

The waitress returned and gave them their drinks before vanishing again. Thankful for something to sip one before he carried on.

"We were happy, till she fell ill. I remember it faintly, the local doctors trying their best, everyone avoiding me but my mother was a prize they couldn't bare loosing... they took her away from me before I even had a chance to realize what happened. Five, six. I was still a child but even as a child they shunned me. Men, women, even children my age were taught to hate me. They turned their faces and kindness from me. I had no one to hug me at night when i was scared. No one was there to help me when I scrapped my knee, when I cried for the mother I no longer had. Perhaps too young to fend for myself, had I been anything else then what I was I would have died from neglect or starvation. I was never normal, my potential to kill was with me from birth. My drives and talents were always there." Recluse tapped his temple lightly, his mind had been overdeveloped for a child his age, already given everything he needed to fend for himself through that selective breeding and altered dna. "Natural instinct kept me alive. It was the same instinct that terrified the villagers. Their tolerance for me ran thin.." Recluse, having to clear his throat and rub his eyes a few times, the unmistakable sign of impending tears, recalled returning to that small wooden shack he called a home after a day of no luck foraging... watching it burn with his belongings and memories burning to the ground.

"They burned it all down. They thought I would leave them, the bad demon would no longer plague their little town. At that point all I had ever learned from them was hate and to be feared." And the first time he had ever tried human. "I left them with my own parting gift. The first and last to know of my origins. From there I wandered, I had no ties, no friends or family. The village I grew up in a silken wasteland. It was in my early teens I discovered that my silk was useful. The time between then I made it by honing my skill, finding a meal where I could and learning when I could. Guess you could say I had an interesting childhood. And from my teens to now I have always been a wandering hermit. Never having a home."

Pulling his chair closer to the desk as he then brought his arms on the table, Ozias crossed and merged his two hands together under his sleeves as he listened closely to what he had to say. The goo lizard asking this obviously knew it would be no happy story... now a question of knowing how painful it actually was. He doubted it could be any worst than his... but just as bad? Very possible. From the beginning he had guessed that his slave had been alone for a long time... and not only because of his physical appearance; he had seen much more uncommon than him in the past. No, he saw something that day... a glimmer in his eyes and a certain tone in his way of speech that only people such as them could possibly share... those who braved what this rotten world had to offer them, those who faced the music, went through the impossible and yet were still standing. There was a mutual, silent understanding between the two of them the very first day they met... and so much more.

Having known Recluse would hold tears from sharing his past... he wouldn’t have brought the question; this whole thing was spoiling their first date together. He should’ve asked him later maybe... once at home perhaps? Hrm... but he DID told him he didn’t had to answer if he didn’t felt like it. Ozias figured this would be a weight pulled off his shoulders anyway... the sooner the better. Once finished, the goo lizard simply smiled at him... trying to look reassuring as he reached for Recluse’s right hand that was resting on the table, pulling it gently as he rubbed it with his cool, muddy fingers under his sleeve.

-Good thing this is all over... you have your master now.

He cooed as he took a pause and went on...

-I won’t let any harm come to you...

Pulling his hand back gently, Ozias then took a deep breath, even if he didn’t really needed one, and spoke. It was now his turn to share his past...

-As for me... I was raised in a swamp, near the Rain country in the hidden village of Mud. As my parents told me once, our land was very special. Centuries ago, a mysterious meteor fell from the sky and landed in the marsh, charging the surrounding soil with a very special type of energy as it dissolved that one man, named Mizku, the one who founded our village, found put by falling in quicksand. When he came out of it, he had learned the ability to transform himself into the same strange ooze that he had sunk into.

The liquid being took a pause, taking a sip out of his fizzy cola and carried on...

-Soon enough a clan was formed, a village was built, population increased and I was born. Though, something with me was... slightly different than others. I was born with a kekke genkai, a mutation caused by the energy that filled my village I believe... this is the only logical explanation. This unique chakra type gave me the ability to maintain my liquid form five, if not ten times longer than others... Things were going well, my father and mother were very proud of me... until it happened.

Ozias rested his back on his chair...

-One day I found myself unable to revert myself back to normal. Such an event created massive conflict in the village, believe it or not... One half believed it was a blessing, a gift... the other a curse, a warning of what may happen to others that had mastered this technique.

Scratching the tip of his oozing lizard muzzle casually, he then shook his head and sighed as he continued.

-This whole thing turned into a riot, a war. Half, if not more of the village’s population was slaughtered in that pointless fight... my mom died. My dad blamed me for everything that happened.

There was a silence as he narrowed his eyes, trying to remember something in particular.

-I still remember what he told me before he turned his back and left, abandoning me...

Lifting his hand, he pointed at Recluse with an accusing finger, mimicking his father.

-“You are nothing but a monster, a worthless pile of hell with a tainted soul! You are destined to bring suffering and misery wherever you shall go... ”

He then lowered his hand...

-Convinced I would cause such chaos wherever I’d go, I stayed in this village for over a year until I finally dared to step out...

Taking a small pause, he then went on...

-More time has passed as I eventually found myself a nice, quiet spot, away from people.I built my house there... and then, one faithful day, I found you.

He finished as he beamed a smile.

-The one I could keep all to myself... The spider that filled my void I was so desperately trying to fill in my ooze for all this time and healed all my wounds... My little Recluse.

It was a weight lifted off his shoulders. A feeling well worth the humiliation he was forced to relive in his head, the silent sorrow he faced. Managing to avoid making a scene by spilling any tears and keeping his somewhat manly disposition intact. Not that he felt he had to but for the sake of his own ego we wouldn't show just how bothered he had been about disclosing his past. Plus, Ozias had been silent the whole time, listening and even offered a smile no other could match. Locking his fingers with his Masters for the brief moment he had them. Now taking his turn to listen to the oozes story. Not surprised to learn his partner had obtained his unique talent but feeling sorry for the trouble it had put him through. But had life been any different would they have ever met?

A faint blush filled the spiders cheeks at the mention of how he had filled the slimes life with something other then sorrow and loneliness. Ozias had done just the same, really. Not one to believe in fate or destiny but it seemed had their lives turned them down the same path that lead them to meet... even if it didn't quite turn out story book the end results were worth it. Returning the smile with a shy, alluring one. Wondering if mentioning anything about this being his first real relationship was a bad idea... or was it that obvious? "And you gave me a home I never want to leave. But I warn you, I may be addicted to you." And not at all joking. Even now he couldn't get the thoughts of what they had done previous out of his mind. That and another thought continued to plague him, a question burning in his brain.. "Ill never find someone like you. Someone who makes me comfortable to be myself."

Their moment was broken when the waitress returned with their food in tow, the meals still steaming and the aroma filling the air. Still not so much hungry but the sight and smells made his stomach rumble. Patiently waiting till the woman left to speak up. And even before Ozias could dig in Recluse spoke up, "can we do it again? Can you absorb me? Whenever you wanted.." This time his expression looked needy, any suave characteristics were completely submissive. Picking up his chopsticks, stirring his food around the plate. "Be apart of you again."

Ozias looked up at the lady as she came and gave them the food they had ordered. The goo lizard looked down at his plate... his rather large plate... to find that it was pretty much a bit of everything they were serving here. Hrm, so it would seem the chef’s specialty was everything? Was there even such a choice in the menu? He haven't even looked... oh well, it didn’t mattered. Taking his bowl of vegetable soup, Ozias was about to dip a finger in it to taste it... then gulping it down as it would then act as a straw... that’s usually how he ingested soup or anything that wasn’t solid... his lizard maw made it awkward to swallow any liquids in general. But just as the tip of his gooey claw was about to touch it, Recluse spoke.

The liquid being couldn’t help but let out a deep, almost inaudible chuckle as he mentioned his possible addiction to him... of course he was! That was his intention after all... obviously he knew it wasn’t all there was to their relationship but it sure helped. Plus, the more his slaved depended of him, the better. At least, that’s how he saw it. Listening, the spider then asked him about being absorbed once more, begging almost for it. Just by the look on his face he could tell he was in need for it... of course he’d do it again! It was such a wonderful experience, why stop at only one time? Plus, there was so much more he could possibly do to him... last time was just a tease! Looking at him from under his hood he then spoke...

-I’m sorry Recluse but I can only do this once...

Waiting a bit to see his reaction, Ozias let out a chuckle, smiling at him.

-Hehe, I’m just kidding. What do you think I meant by a “special gift” earlier, hmm?

His eyes narrowed as he then continued, his tongue now sticking out just enough for him to see.

-And if you think that last shot was something... later I won’t be holding myself back once you’ll be inside me... there will be enough pleasure to send you spiraling for quite a while in the deepest recesses of that bliss-filled ecstatic oblivion that you only scratched the surface of last time.

He then paused, letting the suspense build a bit before he went on, taking malicious pleasure and amusement in teasing his slave even more...

-I was thinking we could try something new on how I’ll melt you down this time... I’m sure you’ll like it too.

He finished as he picked a small beef kebab of some sort and brought it to his maw, taking in the whole thing as he then pulled out the wooden stick, completely clean.