Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2012 09:28:08 -0600
From: Jack Mate <jackmate24@gmail.com>
Subject: Cupidity - Chapter 2

Chapter II: "Island Time"

	It was around 2:00PM when the plane landed at the Kahului Airport.
Alaric and Jon-O were still engrossed in conversation that only when the
pilot announced their arrival did they realize their flight was over.  They
gathered their carry-ons and fared their way through the arrivals gate.
The demon could sense that the boy was getting anxious, probably fearing
that they would part ways and never see each other again.  Oh no, their fun
was just beginning.  There were more delights in store for the athlete.
Jon-O asked if they could walk together to the baggage claim.  Alaric
agreed.

	They made their way into the central building, where the
restaurants and shops were located.  Before they could continue down the
escalator, Alaric felt his smartphone vibrate in his suit pocket.  He
fished it out and saw his boss's office number displayed on the screen.
"Hang on, one second," he told Jonathan.  He answered the call.  "Lycander
here."

	"You little rascal, you," his boss said sultrily.  "You thought I
wouldn't find out about your little getaway to Maui, didn't you?"

	"You caught me, sir," Alaric admitted.  His boss, Eric Danvers,
loved it when he called him "sir."  It turned him on.  Danvers was a
forty-year-old man who looked like he was in his early thirties.  Ever
since he laid eyes on Alaric, he became sexually interested in him.  Alaric
used this attraction early on to gain favor in the upper-ranks of the
company.  Occasionally, Danvers entrapped him in the office and begged him
to feed his cock to his hungry hole.  Playing the role of the desperate
employee, Alaric satisfied the old man in ways his meager wife could not.
It was ironic, because Danvers thought he was the one in control.  But, it
was Alaric who was the one that dictated their terms of engagement.  During
the climax of their first sexual encounter against his office window,
overlooking the skyline of the city, Alaric shot three loads of his demonic
seed inside of him.  He could now control the man's libido at will,
subsiding it when he was not in the mood for his petty requests to ram his
needy ass.

	"I'm a little hurt," Danvers said demurely.  "I didn't get an
invitation.  We could be having a hot and sweaty fuck marathon for the next
few days.  That beefy man meat of yours needs to be inside me."  He moaned
softly as he relished the thought.  Then he sighed and clucked.  "Oh well,
I guess I'll have to make do without this weekend.  Whatever your hotel
plans, cancel them.  I got you the ocean front penthouse at the Maui
Sunseeker, courtesy of the company.  My cute sex devil deserves the best
for working his ass off for that Gorman account."

	"Oh wow," Alaric uttered, taken by surprise.  "Isn't that the
–?"

	"Yes it is," Danvers interjected, reading his mind.  "I'm sure
you'll enjoy the all-you-can-fuck buffet at Maui's gay hotel.  Just don't
use that man tool too much.  I expect it to be hard and ready when you get
back and describe to me all the boys you plow...while you plow me."

	Alaric chuckled, amused at his boss. "Well, I'm speechless, sir.
I'll be sure to make good use of it over the weekend."

	"Enjoy it, stud," Danvers smirked.  With that, he ended the call.

	He motioned Jonathan to continue on down the escalator.  As they
descended, they overlooked the garden on display below.  The Kahului
Airport projected the tropical feel that its visitors were about to enter
beyond the doors.  It was a small airport, but it was warm and welcoming in
its atmosphere.  Much is to be expected from a popular vacation
destination, but the sun-lit architecture still impacted the impression.
Even the palm tree display in the baggage claim area was illuminated by a
sky dome above it.

	As they waited for their luggage at the carousel, Alaric and Jon-O
talked more about their plans on the island.  The younger guy wanted to
explore all of the party sites.  It was sensible for a guy his age.  Alaric
was pondering the scene himself, but he would much rather enjoy himself on
the beach, near the clash of waves.  Jon-O's cell phone rang.  The boy
answered it.  It was his father.  More people were gathering around the
baggage claim area impatiently.  Soon, Alaric saw the first of his luggage:
his suitcase.  He grabbed it with ease and set it beside him.

	When Jon-O got off the phone, he looked flustered.  "Man, my dad
just told me that my hotel reservation was deleted in error.  He thinks it
was most likely because some big rich guy wanted the suite reserved for me
and the hotel went along with it.  Now, I have to find some other room for
a week, and I'm pretty sure all the good ones are booked up for three weeks
out."  He huffed in frustration and jerked his luggage off the carousel.

	Oh, the fates are smiling upon Alaric today.  Now it was up to him
to play the hero.  "Well, Jon-O, it seems like you meeting me wasn't just a
mere coincidence," Alaric quipped.  "My boss got me the ocean front
penthouse at the Maui Sunseeker as a surprise.  I was planning on canceling
my reservation at the Sheraton."  He pulled out his cell phone.  "You are
welcome to have that room if you want it.  It's on the upper-level with a
great view of the beach."  He paused for a moment and gaged Jon-O's
attentive stare.  "Or, you are welcome to stay with me.  I believe the
penthouse has more than enough room for the two of us.  Just keep in mind
that the Sunseeker is an...alternative hotel, if you know what I mean.  My
boss has quite a sense of humor.  But, it's a nice location as well."

	The demon could tell that the mortal was nervous to make such a
decision.  On one hand, he did not want to make his interest in Alaric
obvious.  He was that kind of boy who had confidence among his peers, but
not with someone unfamiliar.  On the other hand, Jonathan wanted to make
the best of his vacation, and Alaric had the means to oblige.  After a few
moments of thinking, the athlete took a deep breath.  "I wouldn't mind
tagging along with you.  I just got to call my dad back and let him know I
got the hotel situation figured out."

	Alaric nodded and left him to do his business while he waited for
his second set of luggage.  Soon enough, his duffle bag came into view and
he snatched it up before anyone else laid their hands on it.  He placed his
slender metal briefcase inside of it before strapping it upon his muscular
shoulder.  When Jon-O was done conversing with his father, Alaric looked at
the time on his smart phone.  It was 2:35PM.  "'All is well, bud?"

	"Yeah," Jon-O replied, raising the handle on his suitcase so he
could begin rolling it along.  "How long are you staying here?"

	"I fly back on Monday morning," Alaric answered, following suit
with his own luggage.  "This is just a brief getaway for me."

	"That gives me time to look for a new room, then," Jon-O stated.

	"How about instead of canceling my reservation at the Sheraton, I
just move it to Monday and extend it?  Will that work for you?" Alaric
looked at the boy tentatively.  Jon-O nodded in agreement.  "Good."  He
motioned him to follow him toward the car rentals.  "Are you hungry?"

	"Yeah, I could use a bite to eat," Jon-O confessed.

	"Alright, then I'll get us a rental car.  We'll drive to the hotel,
check in, drop our stuff off, and then get a late lunch somewhere nearby.
Sound like a good deal?"

	Agreed on their next course of action, Alaric obtained a nice
rental car from the airport.  Using his tablet as a GPS navigator, he made
his way to the Sunseeker, which was on the south side of the island.  Along
the way, Jonathan took pictures of the tropical scenery.  It was as if he
were a child at the zoo, wondered by the scenery beyond the glass.  The
sexy hunk of an eighteen-year-old was a baffling combination of an athletic
jock and a curious surveyor.  Maybe it was the scientist within him that
naturally brought him an air of intellect.  Intelligence and a hot body?  A
rare and revered combination undoubtedly imparted itself in him.  It was
inspiring to say the least.

	After a brief drive, they arrived at the Maui Sunseeker.  The hotel
hoisted a rainbow flag up in the sky, ascending the symbol of their pride
for all to see.  The exterior gave a sense of the Hawaiian Aloha that many
spoke of.  Palm trees burgeoned above the landscape surrounding the cluster
of beige buildings.  Small tropical plants splashed the area with a
flourish.  The shimmering sun lit up the place and the sparkles from the
Pacific Ocean nearby highlighted its beauty.  Jon-O could not contain his
fascination.  Alaric turned off South Kihei Road and passed through the
front gate.  He made his way to the office and parked the car.

	Alaric invited Jonathan to get down with him.  They entered the
office together and a friendly staff greeted them.  Alaric nodded politely
and made his way to the reservations desk.  The man standing there looked
at him with a beaming smile and scanned him up and down.  When Jonathan
approached behind him, his brows quirked up for a second, but then he liked
what he saw as well.  "Aloha, welcome to the Maui Sunseeker. My name is
Michael. Do you have a reservation with us currently?"

	"Ah, yes," Alaric said amiably.  "My boss actually made the
reservation for me, today.  I'm not sure if he put it under my name, Seth
Lycander, or his name, Ericson Danvers.  He said he got me the Oceanfront
Penthouse."

	"Oh, Mr. Lycander," the receptionist said hastily.  "Yes, we have
been expecting you.  You'll be staying in Penthouse 221, which is the
upstairs of this building.  The couple who previously had the room reserved
cancelled this morning, probably due to marital problems.  Your boss was
lucky enough to book the room before it got taken."'

	"I have no doubt," Alaric commented.  "Will you need a credit
card?"

	"No, sir," Michael answered.  His eyes darted between Alaric and
Jon-O, as if discerning what their relationship was.  "I'm assuming this
lovely young man is your plus one?"  He winked at both of them.

	"Sadly, no," Alaric said.  "This is Jonathan O'Donnell.  We met on
the plane.  Unfortunately, his hotel had a reservation error, so he had no
place to go.  I offered he stay with me until he got his situation figured
out.  Will that be a problem?"

	"Not at all! I'll just put him under the reservation, no extra
charge.  He can stay with you as long as he'd like.  You are at least
eighteen, right?"  He looked at Jon-O expectantly, with a glint of
hopefulness in his eyes.

	"Yeah," Jon-O stated.

	"Good," Michael clapped.  "This is an adult only resort.  Your stay
will be children-free."  He gathered some brochures, paper work, a pamphlet
map, and two key cards and handed them to Alaric.  "Here are some materials
if you guys are interested in reading about what to do here in Maui.  We're
right across the street from the beach.  We have complimentary beach
chairs, ice chests, towels, and snorkels if you need them.  We also have a
concierge in case you want to book any activities that catch your
attention.  The map provided will show you all the amenities that we have
and where they are in the complex.  We have a sun tanning deck, rooftop
deck, two pools, a hot tub, barbeque grills, and a clothing-optional
rooftop pool.  The Oceanfront Penthouse has a personal hot tub and Jacuzzi
that I'm sure you'll enjoy.  Would you two like a tour of the property?"

	"Perhaps some other time," Alaric told him.  "Jonathan and I would
like to catch a late lunch before the evening.  Do you have any
recommendations?"

	"Sure! I suggest Five Palms.  It's close by down the road.  Happy
hour has started, so you'll find some great drink and food prices.  It's
out on the beach, so you'll get a great view!"

	"Excellent," Alaric said.  "We'll check that out then."

	"Fantastic!" Michael exclaimed.  Another man approached.  "This is
Joe.  He'll show you to where you'll be staying.  Thank you for choosing
us!  Have a great lunch."

	After bidding the eccentric receptionist farewell, Alaric and
Jonathan went back to their vehicle to retrieve their luggage.  Joe was
kind enough to lend them a hand and took Alaric's duffel bag.  They
followed him up into the penthouse.  "Congratulations on the Penthouse.  I
am confident you will find your stay most comfortable here.  We set up the
place for a married gay couple, but as Michael already mentioned, they
canceled.  So, feel free to make use of all the candles spread about.  The
bed has a rose petal spread shaped like a heart, so you guys can just do
with it what you will."

	Joe gave them a brief tour of the tropical themed apartment-like
complex.  The bedroom consisted of a king sized bed and a bathroom with a
large shower and Jacuzzi tub.  There was a dining area, a fully-equipped
kitchen, a mini-bar, and tiki bar stools.  The living room was furnished
with couches, a TV entertainment set, and a full panoramic view of the
ocean through its expansive windows and glass sliding door that led to the
balcony.  When they stepped out onto the balcony, the salt-laden air hit
their faces in a gentle breeze.  The balcony had a personal hot tub upon
it.  Alaric could not help but think of all of the possibilities this suite
had to offer.  Even Jon-O was completely surprised by the amenities
offered.

	"Please let us know if you gentlemen need anything," Joe told them
kindly.  "Malamapono a hui hou!"  He departed out the door with a wave.

	"I need to change out of this suit if we're going to be outdoors,"
Alaric said.  "I'll be in the bedroom."

	Alaric went into the sunlit bedroom and dug around his suitcase.
While he looked for an appropriate outfit, he called the Sheraton and
informed them that his reservation needed to be moved to Monday.
Eventually, he decided on a pair of tan shorts and a white short-sleeved
button up shirt with a dark stitching pattern.  He quickly undressed down
to his red boxers.  The demon had a naturally chiseled body that had firm
muscles but not too much bulk.  He was intimidating in evil, but he did not
desire to be intimidating in appearances.  His chest consisted of a
moderate amount of dark hair that matched the short straight hair on his
head.  A subtle treasure trail led to the hidden bulk of his groin.

	Before he could change, Jonathan clambered into the room.  He was
taken aback from seeing the older man's hard body for the first time.  His
blue eyes wondered up and down the view of Alaric's ridged backside.  When
Alaric turned around, Jon-O looked down at his suitcase that was placed on
the bed.  "Sorry, I thought you were done dressing.  I need to change too."

	"By all means," Alaric declared.  "Don't mind me."

	Jonathan hesitated for a moment then retrieved an outfit from his
clustered luggage.  Alaric watched him strip down to his underwear in the
big panoramic mirror on the wall opposite of the bed while he clothed.  A
slight erection was formed sideways through the thin cloth.  Before Jon-O
could catch him enjoying the view, he looked down and buttoned up his
shirt.  He looked back into the mirror and saw the flawless globes of the
boy's ass cheeks as Jon-O bent down to slip on a pair of shorts.  He wanted
to conquer it right then and there.  But, Alaric was a patient demon.
Soon, everything will fall into place.

	"So, is this really a gay hotel?" Jon-O inquired as he sheathed his
iron torso in a tight baby blue t-shirt that outlined his Greek statue-like
appearance.

	"They cater to the gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender people,
yes," Alaric clarified.  "But they aren't exclusive.  My boss knows Maui
quite well and probably thought this would be an ideal location for me to
enjoy the beach.  Why?  Does it bother you?"

	"Well...," Jonathan faltered a moment.  "No.  I mean, I had a gay
teammate during high school.  It's no big deal.  I just never been to a
place where they're all in one place.  Have you?"

	"Yes, I have," Alaric nodded.  "My company serves a lot of clients
from the community.  They aren't any different from the straight
communities.  I mean, they throw parties in a rather peculiar fashion, but
other than that, they're just people who like to have fun."

	"A-are you gay?" Jonathan asked.

	Alaric chuckled at Jon-O's bashful demeanor.  "Well, if you must
know, I'm an experimental guy.  You could classify me as bisexual, but I
really don't identify with labels.  Sexuality is more complicated than the
gender you choose to do it with, in my opinion."  Lust was definitely
blinded to gender.  The body wanted what it wanted, and would seek its
desire from any source that would give it.  He eyed the teen keenly.  "What
about you, Jon-O?"

	"I'm straight," Jon-O said a little too quickly.  "I've only been
with girls."

	"Of course, you have," Alaric smirked.  "You're a star football
player.  That's a pussy magnet right there."  He picked up his cell phone
from the bed and glanced at the time.  "Well, shall we head out now?  I'm
starving."  Yes, starving for his man flesh.

	"Yeah, let's do it," Jon-O agreed.

	When they reached the Five Palms Beach Bar & Grill, the place was
robust with activity.  The bar was already full with patrons clambering to
get their happy hour drinks.  A hostess greeted them amorously and Alaric
quickly spotted a table at a corner on the outdoor terrace near the ocean.
He asked kindly if they could have that table, and the hostess immediately
obliged.  They were led past groups of people, most whom looked up and
greeted them with, "Aloha!"  Almost every hand had an alcoholic beverage.
The atmosphere of this beachfront restaurant was upbeat and very laidback.
Indeed, Michael from the hotel gave a great recommendation.  Alaric made
note to personally thank him later.

	"Wow, this is a great view!" Jon-O exclaimed as they were seated at
their table for two.  "Do you think I'll be able to get a drink here?"

	"I'm sure of it," Alaric winked.

	Their waiter promptly came to their assistance.  He informed them
that the happy hour specials consisted half-off of drinks, appetizers,
pupus, and sushi and lasted until 7PM.  When he asked what they would be
having for a drink, Alaric ordered a glass of syrah wine and Jonathan
ordered a beer.  The waiter was about to ask the minor for his ID, but
Alaric quickly used his dark power to nudge the notion out of his mind.
Jon-O was surprised when the waiter walked away without asking.

	"So...you're a wine person, aren't you?" the boy said inquiringly.
"Is that all you drink?"

	"Mostly," Alaric replied.  "I occasionally dabble in the liquor,
but fine wine has always interested me.  It's classy.  Do you only drink
beer?"

	"Mostly," Jon-O mirrored in jest.  "My choice of liquor is usually
vodka.  Jack Daniels is also a good friend to me."

	"I'll keep that in mind," Alaric remarked.

	When the waiter returned with their beverages, they ordered sushi
of their choice.  Their banter continued, mostly centering on Alaric's
personal life.  The demon revealed that he was a bachelor and enjoyed it.
He viewed relationships as bad investments, especially when during the
dating phase when there was no guarantee the investment would have a
return.  He spent a bit of time explaining to the youth how actual
investment worked and how money grew with proper decision making and risk
tolerance would a deliver a wealth through time.  Jon-O thought that
investing was the same as gambling, which a notion that the investment
consultant refuted copiously.  He encouraged the young man to start
investing whatever money he earned, as starting early would surely earn him
a large sum of money over time, regardless of risks.

	"But, as a student, I won't be making much money," Jon-O relented,
packing a sushi roll in his mouth.  "I mean, my education is paid for, but
work would interfere with my studies."

	"Well you're on the right track with continuing your education, as
it will increase your earning potential after four years," Alaric
explained.  "But, surely your parents will help pay for your expenses,
right?"

	"Well, they did tell me they put away a college fund for me," the
boy said.  "They said that they'll open a bank account for me and transfer
portions of that fund to me each month."

	"That's an excellent plan," Alaric said, taking a sip of his wine.
"That will be an opportunity for you to see how much you spend on a regular
basis.  Once you get used to the cash flow, you should contribute whatever
you don't use into a savings account.  They hardly give any interest, but
once you have accumulated a significant amount in savings, like
say... five-thousand dollars, you can put that in a CD, which is a
certificate of deposit.  A CD will compound a fixed interest over a course
of a short term and allow your money to grow.  So, over the course of your
four years in college, you will gain a compounded interest of what you put
in your CD.  You see, it may not be much, but you don't lift a finger to
make that money grow.  The concept of investing, as I have said before, is
to make your money work for you while you work or study.  Think of it as an
extension of yourself.  A fixed-income security will allow you to build a
foundation for investing in the future."

	By their fourth round of drinks and a course of appetizers, Alaric
could tell that the alcohol was beginning to affect the young athlete
across from him.  Jon-O was becoming more open and began to get physical
when they jested around.  Perhaps the soon-to-be-frosh was thinking of him
as a big brother.  He did seem like the type that would join a fraternity.
He was going to be big brother, alright.  He was going to show him
brotherly love in bed in the near future.

	"Is there anything you would like to do this evening?" Alaric asked
the younger guy when the bill came.  "I plan on enjoying a bottle of wine
on the beach and enjoy the sunset.  Maybe go for a swim too.  But, if
there's something you want to do, you are welcome to take the rental car.
Just don't get too blazed, or I'll have to make you take a taxi."

	"The beach sound good," Jon-O pronounced.  He saw the older man
begin to take the bill and grabbed his hand.  "How about I get it?  You're
helping me a lot by sheltering me in your penthouse.  Let me return the
favor."

	Alaric smiled deviously.  Of course, he'll eventually return the
favor with that ass of his.  But, for now, he humored the kid.  "Sure.
That's very kind of you."  Jonathan beamed as he took the bill holder.
Alaric took out his phone.  "I'm going to call the hotel and see where we
can stock up on drinks."

	The receptionist, Michael, was still in the office.  He was gleeful
to hear from Alaric and asked them how their meal was at the Five Palms.
After a few pleasantries, he informed him where there were places to go for
alcohol.  He even mentioned a supermarket where they could get food for
their kitchen if they desired to have dinner at the penthouse.  "Oh, did
Joe tell you that there are some bottles of wine stocked up in the
mini-bar?  The couple that cancelled paid extra for us to buy wine for them
before they arrive.  And may I tell you, they have expensive taste.  Since
they cancelled, they are yours to enjoy, on us.  The wine glasses are in
the cabinet above the bar.  Do you need an ice chest for the beach?"

	"Uh, yes, that would be splendid," Alaric told him.  "My friend
here is an avid beer drinker."

	"I will personally place the ice chest in there for when you get
back!  Is there anything else I can do for you?"

	"That's all for now."

	"Mahalo, Mr. Lycander! Aloha `oe!"

	They soon departed from the bustling beachfront restaurant and made
their way to the supermarket that Michael mentioned.  They agreed that they
should get some food and make use of the kitchen for dinner and breakfast.
Once they were there, they quickly swept through the store and got the
items they desired.  Jon-O got himself some beer.  They both gathered some
liquor that interested them.  When they decided to check out, they split
the items and went through two different lanes.  They packed the trunk of
the rental car and made their way back to the hotel.

	The sun began to descend into evening in the western horizon as
they parked their car in front of their building.  They were able to divide
the groceries between each other to make one trip.  A group of older male
guests passed by and waved at them as they ascended up to the penthouse.
The resort was beginning to show signs of activity as guests were returning
from their daytime events.  Upon entering the penthouse, they immediately
stocked the groceries in the fridge and cabinets.  Alaric checked the
minibar and found the wine.  The ice chest sat in the living room with two
bags of ice waiting for them inside.

	They went into the bedroom and immediately changed into their
swimwear.  This time there was no shyness from Jonathan.  He casually took
off his underwear while facing Alaric, his hung flaccid dick exposed for
his eyes to enjoy.  The demon coyly followed suit and showed him his own.
It was slightly shorter in length while flaccid, but its girth was
competitive was the athlete's.  His balls were not as big and low.  The
dark bush above it complimented the treasure trail that led down to it.
Jon-O's eyes gazed at the trifecta for a split moment before they returned
their attention to putting on his swim trunks.  Again, Alaric followed
suit.  They opted not to put on shirts, since the beach was right across
the street.

	"Are you going to drink wine with me?" Alaric asked the boy as he
retrieved a wine glass.  "Or are you going to stick with beer only?"

	"I'll have a glass," Jon-O said as he was putting beer in the pool
of ice in the chest.

	"Great, we'll have this 50-year-old merlot, then," Alaric
commented, taking the bottle and glasses to him.  He mentally cast an
invisible barrier around them to shield them from the ice to maintain their
room temperature.  After Jon-O placed the desired amount of beer in the
chest and poured the remainder of the ice over them, Alaric put the bottle
of wine and glasses in crevices where they won't move, though the barriers
will prevent them from breaking. He closed the chest, satisfied.

	"Okay, I got the towels and sunscreen in my pack.  Do we take the
beach chairs from the balcony?"

	"Sure.  How about I take the ice chest and you take the chairs and
your pack?"

	"Ha!  You can't carry the chest on your own."

	"You want to bet on it?"

	"You're on.  What do you have in mind?"

	"If I carry the ice chest without putting it down once, then you
owe me a...kiss," Alaric said boldly.  "Pretty harmless if you ask me."

	"Deal!  But, if I win, then...you have to go streaking through this
entire resort."

	"Game on," Alaric retorted.

	Jon-O gathered the two folded beach chairs from the balcony and,
with his pack strapped onto his back, they were ready to go.  Alaric heaved
the ice chest up with ease, thanks to his demonic strength.  He winked at
Jon-O as they made their way to do the door.  After some coordination, they
exited the penthouse and descended down to the parking lot.  Again, they
were greeted by a friendly flock of men.  Even some guys from their lanais
from the next door building shouted "Aloha!"

	"Man, you are insane!" the youth exclaimed as he saw no signs of
Alaric faltering when they stepped onto the white sand of the beach.  "You
must work out with heavy weights.  I'm surprised you're not bigger."

	"It's all in my stamina training," Alaric laughed.

	Other tourists were on the beach.  They walked along the shore
until they found a quiet spot for them to camp.  A warm breeze brushed
their bodies.  The waves of the Pacific Ocean provided a soothing melody.
They laid the beach chairs out and set the cooler between them.  Alaric
retrieved the wine glasses and bottle.  Jon-O fished out the corkscrew and
handed it to him.  With quick work, he popped open the cork and poured them
the velvet red wine.  He handed Jon-O his glass and took his own to smell
the wine.  The scent immediately jolted his senses.  "Oh yeah, this is
going to be good wine.  I hope you like it."

	"To Maui," Jon-O cheered, raising his glass to Alaric.

	"To Maui," Alaric responded, lightly tapping their glasses
together.  They sipped the wine and let the taste wash through them,
cleansing away whatever troubles they had before that moment.  The hum of
the ocean entranced them as they laid back in the sun's hearth in
relaxation.

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Stay tuned as our beloved demon takes some daring steps with young Jonathan
in the next chapter!

Jack [jackmate24@gmail.com]