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As Furkan placed himself at the bar and ordered a nonalcoholic beer. When his beer arrived, the boy from earlier took the seat beside him. He looked numb and demotivated. Maybe it was hard for him to find a partner, because he was a chimera originating from people of two biologic classes, a union that must have involved strong magic in order to create offspring. And it still was condemned unnatural, deviant and immoral by many people, even in a society that slowly seemed to get rid of person related speciesism and even in a space that normally embraced unions that elsewhere where condemned in the same way.

Besides that the fluffy eared, long haired snake boy was chubby. He ordered a coke and made a face that looked like he was about to cry. When he sipped on his coke Furkan heard the boys stomach grumble. The crossbreed sighed. Furkan leaned his cheek on his knuckle and stared at the boy openly. As the boy noticed and they stared in each others eye. Furkan tried to keep a relatively neutral, but at the same time open and friendly face. He didn't manage to hide his compassion, which eventually was a good thing. The strong male was afraid he could intimidate the boy to much. "Is.. is something wrong?" Furkan could only smile at the first moment, the boy was just so adorable. "What's your name kid?" he asked friendly, not too enthusiastic. "Erm... Salazar." Furkan definitly intimidated the boy. "Name's Furkan. Glad to meet you." The boys eyes wandered over his body for a split second and he started to visibly blush and gulped.

"Um do you... want to spend some time, or something?" the boy asked shyly, not looking in Furkans eyes. But he moved his fingertips up and down his glass, which looked a little like he was trying to bu suggestive, but at the same time like he didn't notice this himself. "I be happy to do so. Would you like to eat something?" The boy looked puzzled, seemingly unsure if Furkan was actually talking about food, or something else, possibly something liquid, white and salty. And he looked even a little more intimidated than before. As Furkan noticed he quickly added "I for my part hadn't dinner yet. I'd like to invite you Salazar." The boy, sighed, seemingly in relief, smiled and nodded.

Furkan stood up. The drinks were paid already and they didn't bother finishing them before they headed to the restaurant. Furkan took Salazar's hand and guided him. The restaurant decorated in a sixties rockabilly style and specialized in burgers and other fast food hadn't been to full. They took place on small table with two red faux leather couches. Furkan and Salazar seated themselves face to face. Both kept silent for a moment. Salazar seemed to avoid eye contact. "Did you have fun so far?" Furkan asked him. "Yeah I guess..." Furkan tilted his head "Really? You look sort of stressed." He asked gently. Salazar sighed again. "I don't know, ha a hard week I guess. And I thought this event would be great, but nobody wants to have to do anything with me here. Nothing new anyway." Furkan smiled. "Well I do. So you what did you hope for? Just having fun dancing and drinking, meeting new people or maybe a little more?" Furkan asked, a little flirtatiously.

Salazar just blushed again and then shrugged. "I guess, something like that." Furkan took a deep breath. "There is nothing to be ashamed of." He spoke gently. Salazar nodded. Suddenly a friendly husky on roller skates wearing some sort of yellow sixties dress asked them "Hello my darlings, would you like to drink something already?" while handing them the their menus. "I'd like a nonalcoholic beer if that's possible" Furkan answered and added "and you boy?", turned to Salazar. "A coke would be nice." The husky nodded while noting their orders. "Okay." The husky disappeared quickly. Furkan wondered if the husky was a trans-girl or a cross-dresser, or something different. Salazar was deepened in the menu, hiding his face behind it. "Don't bother about the prices, order how much and whatever you want. I'll pay everything." Salazar, nodded and after gathering the courage he managed to stutter "Thank you for inviting me. Can't remember a stranger has been this nice to me ever." and wondered what sort of things his counterpart might be hoping for, or even expecting. When the husky arrived with their drinks both of them were a little surprised that the other one ordered a vegetarian burger too. Salazar told him he always thought all demons would eat meat for some reason and that he, himself took medication that allowed him to live on vegetarian diet, despite being mostly a carnivore naturally. He seemed to get out of his shell for a moment, but the next moment went silent again. They didn't exchange any more words until they had finished their food. Furkan leaned back and stared at Salazar again. Again Salazar didn't make eye contact and he now started to look more and more tense again.

At some point he gulped and spoke shyly and ashamed of himself. "I take 50 bucks for two hours or 200 for a whole night." fixating an empty point at the table. Furkan sighed deeply. "Don't you think that's a little cheap?" And looked down for a moment. Salazar laid his hands on his face. "I don't know, I just need some money." Furkan nodded. "For how long have you been doing this sort of thing by now?" Furkan first thought he wouldn't reply at all, when Salazar, after breathing deeply, responded "a couple of weeks by now. More than a month." with a trembling voice, so silently, that Furkan could barely understand him. Furkan nodded "It doesn't seem like you really enjoy what you do, do you?" Salazar began to sob. Furkan took a deep breath. "Do you have a place to sleep?" he spoke in sorrow. Salazar didn't answer, the sobbing just gut more intensive. Furkan pulled one of his business cards out shoulder bag and laid it between Salazar's elbows, that have been resting on the table, having his hands laid on his eyes and at the same time his head resting on them. Salazar moved the hands to his forehand and began reading the card. "I think I might know a good place." Furkan spoke reassuringly.

The card reads

Bitterwall Street Community Services- Shelter for LGBT+ Youth

Duskwood street 73

91717 Bitterwall

Head Manager Furkan Kurokaijo

Telephone: [...]

E-Mail: [...]

As Salazar had read the card he started to cry instantly. He laid his head on the table and just cried, cramping his hands to fist, unable to control himself. Furkan laid a hand on his and stood up, seating himself beside Salazar now. As he laid an arm on Salazar's back and started to caress him, Salazar laid both arms around him and hugged him tightly pressing his head tightly against Furkan's chest, still crying and even wetting the demons shirt with his tears. "Though, sadly, we don't really have rooms left at the moment, but if you would like you could live at my place, until then. I have a spare guest room left." Salazar just sobbed "thank you" he silently mumbled again and again. It took half an hour until Salazar had calmed down and began to took long deep breaths. "So kid..." Furkan spoke softly. "Are you okay with living at my place for a while? There's no catch, I promise. No rent. I'll pay for your food and whatever else you need too, if you don't have any money." Salazar looked in his eyes, his own eyes still in tears and visibly reddened. "But why? You don't even know me." He asked disbelievingly. "Because I can and I want to. Because that's what I do, that's my job, my vocation. Because there are to many kids living through what you had to live through." Salazar hugged him even tighter and closed his eyes. "Everything is better than nothing." he whispered.

While the demon stroked through his long black hair he asked Salazar. "So. We could go already if you want to. Or you could spend some more time here. Or we could spend some time here together if you want to." Salazar shook his head. "No I'd like to go, I'm really tired." Salazar looked him in the eyes from down at his chest. He looked adorable to Furkan. "Before we get on our way, I'd like to see you ID and get your phone number." While Salazar showed him the ID and the phone number on the display of his smart phone Furkan asked him further questions about his situation. "Do you have a... fancy man?" Salazar raised an eyebrow. "A what...?" Furkan laid a hand on his neck. "I think you call them pimps these days." Salazar shook his head quickly. "No, no. Gosh no. I have handled this whole... selling sex thing on my own." Furkan sighed in relief. "Good. Sometimes it's really hard to deal with these guys. Not that I and my coworkers can't handle them, but sadly it sometimes seems to be impossible to protect everyone from their past. Fucking criminals. So may I ask when and how you ended up homeless?" Salazar sighed. "Parents threw me out when they found my secret stuff. Toys, porn magazines and all, about two months ago. Can be happy it's still summer, I don't know how I would've survived a winter on the streets. Since I'm over 18 and was adopted anyway my parents decided said I was no longer their son, because I'm gay. I knew this would happen someday. Should have saved more money." He hardly managed not starting to cry again, but he felt like his body had no tears left for today, anyway. Furkan laid his hand on the half-bloods shoulder.

"It's not your fault." Salazar nodded sadly. "I know. It still hurts. I still feel terrible for what happened and what I've lost." The demon nodded and called for the waiter_ess, paid the bill with a generous tip. "Your wounds will heal." Both stood up. "Erm... Furkan... might I ask how old you are?" Furkan nodded. "I'm 203 years old, born in the year 1902 post Christ." Salazars eyes widened. "You're kidding?" Furkan shook his head. "No. I'm a demon. Son of Baphomet." Furkan spoke. "You're a real immortal demon? Holy crap. Have you served in world war 2?" he seemed sincerely curious and somewhat exited. Furkan's face changed to a pained grimace. "No, actually I have been... imprisoned by the Nazis for 'acts of sodomy' for the most of the time."

Salazar ejected a voiceless shriek, ashamed of his unthoughtful question. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't know." Furkan again took a deep breath and sighed. "It's okay. Those things happened a long, long time ago." The chimera wondered if the demon was actually in a concentration camp, but didn't dare to ask. He was afraid he could dig out more bad emotions. But also he was afraid of the answer. The idea that this man had survived a concentration camp, that there was at all still alive with memories first hand memories about such terrible event was strangely terrifying to him. It gave him a feeling as if those events weren't so far in the past at all and things couldn't have changed that much since then. Deep down he knew it was true, while things seemed to constantly improve some problems seemed to be rooted so deeply in society it might take some more century's for them to die.

"I still have to contact my folks before we head out. You know, I'm the driver today. So they'll have to come with us or I'll have to give them money for a taxi." Furkan spoke, dragging him out of his thoughts. "Oh and it's really not to much of a hassle? I mean if that's a problem we could stay until they want to leave." Salazar spoke. Furkan only shook his head. "It's not, not at all. They know the drill." Salazar nodded. Furkan took out his phone and made two calls, briefly explaining the situation to a guy named Hyrhyn and a woman named Mel, who he also told to inform "his darling". Salazar realized he felt a little jealous Furkan already seemed to have a partner. He realized how strongly he felt attracted to Furkan and it felt weird. It would have been weird enough to have sex with or date a guy that was twice his age. But since he was only 19 years old, that meant the man he was attracted to was more than ten times his age, a fact that felt incredibly surreal. He felt unable to grasp the meaning of it at the time and tried not to think about it to much. "They said it's okay to go now. So we'll meet them at the parking space."

He went ahead and Salazar followed him. From behind he admired Furkan's muscular frame. He fantasized about being carried in his big strong arms and wondered if it would actually be easy for Furkan to lift him. It seemed his emotions were on a strange roller coaster track made of despair, hope, confusion and desire. When they arrived at the parking space Furkan leaned his back on his car, waiting for his chums, with crossed arms. Salazar stood in front of him, about two heads smaller, and shyly laid his hands on Furkan's crossed arms. He looked up to him and wanted to say something, but had trouble to find the courage to do so.

For a moment he looked away, slightly ashamed, but managed to gather himself. Again he looked up and now whispered "May I hug you?" Furkan smiled broadly, opened his arms and knelt down to eyes height. He wrapped his arms around Salazar tightly. Salazar hugged him, pressed his body against him and rested his chin on Furkan's shoulder. Furkan started to stroke his back and Salazar let out out a sweet purring sound. "Cute." Furkan commented. Salazar's whole body felt warm. Something about this sincere intimacy felt heavenly. It was exactly what he needed now, after all things that happened to him. Finally someone was taking care of him. Finally he knew he wouldn't have to deal with this all on himself. He moved his head from Furkan's shoulders and looked him deep into the eyes. Furkan laid his hands on Salazar's shoulders and smiled slightly and there was something in the way Furkan looked back at him he couldn't quite grasp, but he felt it was there. They slowly moved their lips closer to each others when Furkan's eyes jumped to another spot for a second. It seemed out of place and when Salazar hesitated another moment, he heard someone behind them whisper "Are they about to kiss?" with a partly curious, partly confused voice.

Furkan and Salazar turned now. There where three people: a goat woman with pink hair, who ruined the moment, a big bulky gnoll hunk and a reptilian boy even smaller than himself with huge eyes, tiny wings on his back and nubby horns on his head. Blushing heavily Salazar jumped back. He wondered what had gotten over him, he already knew Furkan already had a mate. Also he was just so much older and so far acted more like a father figure to him. He stuttered and mumbled that they totally where not about to kiss, but nobody seemed to really listen. Instead they introduced themselves to him and shook hands with him. "Hello Shalashar, my Name's Mel an I'm wo-kin fo Fu." She seemed pretty wasted. "Hello I'm Gwrow, I'm workin fo him too... at leasht when hesh not abusing ma rump." Just as drunk. 'Must be his darling' Salazar thought. If that's the kind of guy Furkan was into he wouldn't have a chance at all, he thought, and then freaked out a little when he realized he was jealous. Also the drunk hunk was rather intimidating which made him seem threatening. Salazar looked on the third person, waiting for another introduction and raised his eyebrows questioningly. The small guy raised his eyebrows too and spoke "I know what you think. I'm not a child and/or drunk." Furkan and Salazar started to laugh for a moment. "I didn't really thought that." Salazar spoke. "Great. I'm Hyrhyn and Furkan's my dad." Salazar made a surprised face. "Yeah, I'm adopted." Hyrhyn added, eyerolling. Salazar looked at Furkan with a broad smile and open mouth. He couldn't exactly say why, but the fact that Furkan had adopted someone made him really happy. And maybe that he was about to live together with someone else that went through the adoption process too, even if it seemed things turned out much better for Hyrhyn. than for himself.

"Lets get in the car already." Furkan spoke. "Salazar, you can take the co-drivers seat." Salazar took place as ordered and Grwow took the seat behind him, Hyrhyn the middle seat and Mel behind Furkan. They again asked him, why his parents threw him out. "So... Chrishns?" Mel asked. "Well my mum is, but as far as I could tell my father never really believed in that kind of stuff. However it didn't make a difference. They just... hate me for slightly different reasons. Well they both hate me for being gay, but they hate gays for different reasons." Mel nodded. "And you're adopted? What about yo... biologic parensh?" Salazar sighed. "I don't know if they are even still alive. But I think about contacting them through the orphanage. I wonder if my adoptive parents, would have thrown out a biologic child as carelessly. I'm not even sure anymore they ever really loved me." Mel sighed. "Wow. That shucksh." She babbled. She didn't really know what else to say. "Mel, do you want me to drive you home, or let me drop the other guys at home first?" Furkan asked. He was slightly sorrowed her drunk babbling and very personal questions might make Salazar uncomfortable. "Mhhh can't I shleep over at you guysh? I know, the guesht room'sh taken but the coush would be enough." Furkan thought about it for a moment. "Kay." Salazar was already a little surprised Furkan lived together with Hyrhyn and Gwrow and he didn't know how to feel about this.

Before they reached their home, Furkan told him about some of the stuff they had to take care of, like re-registering his location, setting up a sublease and applying him for unemployment benefits. Salazar groaned in prospect of all the paperwork. He also told him they'd help him to get some of his stuff from his parents.