The thing Nikola didn't know about Marcel was that the necromancer was apparently not as innocent as he appeared. He figured that one out when the tax collector finally got his solution.
A lap dance.
And Marcel, bless his soul, was doing wonders with that one. His outer robe was gone. He was in tight-fitting clothes underneath.
Which showed his dancer's body in its full glory.
But Nikola asked himself, if Marcel was willing to shake his behind for just about anyone, shouldn't he go to greener pastures?
To someone who was not such a flirt?
Nikola was desperate. His mouth was dry. His hands itched with the need to pull Marcel off Timothy's lap and into his.
But he knew that this was not to be.
He was just a champion for goblin rights. Nothing more. The wonderful Lich was not meant for him.
Or so he thought.
The lap dance ended up with the brush of lips from Marcel on Timothy's neck.
The tax collector let out a sigh and lit a cigar.
"Fine. The librarian can pass on," he said, as he loosely held Marcel with his hand. "Man… may I please have your number?"
Marcel chuckled.
"I am but a humble servant to the god Eros," which explained to Nikola why he had agreed to the lap dance in the first place. "And my zombies will be delivering love and joy to the world."
Marcel was not entirely all there; Nikola realized with a start. Which was not something Nikola was willing to overlook.
Another dream, broken before its time.
"The God Eros? Man…" Timothy got a dreamy smile, looking at Nikola next. "And what are you, by the way?"
"A goblin rights activist," Nikola said without missing a beat, trying to get comfortable in a chair that was too hot for him.
"So, what do you do, exactly?" Timmothy asked, as he tilted his head to the side. "You scream about how humans should let themselves get eaten, or something?"
"No, not really," Nikola said, as he looked out of the window. "I just bring meat to the goblins. Pretty much buy off all the stock in the butcher's shops."
"Niki?" Marcel said, as he took hold of him and brought him close. "Niki…"
Nikola began to blink. No, he didn't want the man to drape all over him and to dance him a dance.
What if he got some disease out of him? Marcel was a priest of Eros.
And if this Eros was the same as the Eros back home, the man must have boned a lot of people over the years.
"Look," Timothy finally said, as he lifted Marcel off his lap. "The fact that the necromancer is in heat is not my problem. You deal with him. And if he tries to eat your soul, then you will at least die happy!"
Nikola didn't understand Timmothy, until Marcel fell into his lap and pushed him down on the bed.
His eyes were black.
Nikola was both scared and aroused.
"No!" He said, swatting Marcel on the nose. "You are not eating my soul!"
Marcel let a hand slide to a very thick piece of Nikola's anatomy, which lacked bones.
"No. I will never," the necromancer closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were green. "I just need a kiss."
"Which is soul binding. Good luck with it!" Timothy stood up and headed to the bathroom. He threw his cigar in the ash tray and gave out a sigh. "Man… I really needed that."
Nikola could not take it anymore.
He placed both his hands around Marcel.
Letting the Lich take control of what he had started.
****
The fact that Nikola managed to wake up the next morning was a miracle. He had thought a couple of times during the night that he would not make it.
It was worth it, and Marcel was now running his fingers through his hair so, as if he wanted to marry him.
Nikola didn't think he would have said no at that moment. After all, he was nice and sweaty, not to mention that he was warm and comfortable.
Not sore at all.
Marcel had not wanted to top.
He had wanted to ride.
"I think it is a good time to tell you the truth about me," Marcel told him, as he petted him on the hair. "I am also an incubus."
Nikola nodded. He saw many happy days ahead of him.
"And since you are a man of conviction, a romp with you is very nourishing for me."
Nikola nodded sleepily again.
He was already hearing wedding bells.
"But I am a busy man. I have a zombie law school to attend to," which, if it was how it sounded, Nikola could understand as an offer for a long-distance relationship.
"But you know… I think that we should keep in touch." Marcel kissed him on the lips, then.
Nikola would have given him the world for that kiss. It was soft, it was nice, it was everything he had been denied the past few months.
"Does that mean you won't bone other people?" Nikola was gotten.
He felt like a young schoolgirl who had gotten her first boyfriend to hold her hand.
He needed assurance and proof that he wouldn't need to share.
"Darling," Marcel told him, as he chuckled. "To ask that from an incubus is to ask a rabbit not to hop."
Which was the wrong answer for Nikola.
"Then, thanks for the stretching; I really needed it." Nikola patted Marcel on the behind, moving him off him. "But I don't think we should keep on seeing each other. You know, if you will be in a relationship with me, I don't want to share."
The world traveler looked at the door Timothy had gone off to. He saw that there was a sign with Bathroom next to it.
Nikola picked up his clothes, washed, and then went out.
He had gold.
The goblins needed sausages, or he was going to end up as a sausage.
Of that much, he was certain.