The DarkHole Laboratory

The Willow Troto 19

"I'm hungry" Willow sat with disheveled hair, eyes still closing. Troto laughed, he drew closer to Willow. Pecking the woman's lips, peeping her cheeks and peeling long the neck of the woman who is still sitting with drowsiness.

"I'll make some food," Troto entered the bathroom, before long he came out and was fresh.

Willow still remained with his starting position. Warm hands stroking her hair.

"Just clean yourself up, I'll go downstairs first, what do you want to eat?" Willow looked at Troto.

"Anything I'm hungry" he whined.

Troto was very anxious again he lowered his head and ****** lip that had become his candle. And he was happy, he could hear Willow's whining again.

He felt his decision was very appropriate. "Okay my Queen" Troto looked at the old Willow, he was amused and again chuckled at the bluish mark he had created on his neck to Willow's chest.

"I'm down! You clean your body immediately!" Troto finally exits Willow's room. "Don't sleep anymore!" Troto's call from outside the room.

Decakan heard from Willow's lips slowly he went down the bed he staggered a bit, he felt a little pain under his body. And make Willow realize that this is real. He and Troto together.

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They're walking to falldown hill. Because Willow wanted to ask. Why in his memory was he and Troto on that hill. He did not remember having a special relationship with the man.

They set up tents. Troto had lit a bonfire and walked over to where Willow was sitting. The stone was there with a blanket on his memory.

Willow widened the blanket, so Troto would get in the blanket. With a smile Troto entered and embracing Willow's shoulder also tightened his blanket. Falldown's hilly wind was fierce and cold.

Dusk looks so pretty. Troto felt he had to explain everything. But he was so afraid Willow would step away and leave him.

"It's beautiful, I've never seen this, a real sight." Troto is brought back to the past, the woman also says the same thing to him when Troto takes him first to Falldown.

"Why?" Willow rubbed Troto's cheek. 

"No, I've heard the same thing" Willow watched with a twitch of his forehead. He stared at the beauty of the twilight.

"You should enjoy this beauty" Troto held Willow's chin and pointed towards the setting sun.

"No, it's more beautiful" Willow turned his face toward Troto.

"Look at that twilight" Troto turned Willow's face at dusk.

"Gee!" Willow. Troto chuckled while Willow was annoyed. They looked at the sunset for a long time.

"I'll cook." Willow nodded. He moved to sit on the grass that had been covered with cloth. Saw Troto preparing his cooking utensils. "You're so handsome" the corner of Troto's lips lifted.

Willow's flutter was not heard from again when Troto was finished with his cooking. He looked up and found Willow who was soundly asleep.

He's approaching Willow. "Honey wake up, let's eat" Troto whispered to Willow. Willow's wide smile printed. He opened his eyes. Look at Troto's face close up. He put his lips together.

"It's delicious" it's like on their kiss. The kiss turns into a hot luma tan. Willow's lips tease Troto. Make Troto deepen their kiss.

Troto's hands infiltrate Willow's clothes, but are stopped before rising. Willow's stomach voice protests asking to be filled.

A red hue crept across Willow's cheeks. Troto's laughter rang out "Some protesting for attention, come on" Troto said stealing a kiss before reaching out to Willow's welcome hand.

"Done!" He stroked his stomach which had spent a lot of Troto cuisine. The delicious grilled fish was also soup, and lastly he finished a pizza pan.

"My stomach is about to explode" Willow said, watching her protruding belly. Troto's laying down beside Willow.

"How about a camp like this once a week?" Tawar Troto's.

"Don't be like this often, I don't like it" replied Willow.

"Why?"

"Because if I keep you going, I'll get fat, I'll definitely expand, I can't refuse your cooking, everything you make is delicious, it's delicious, what else is a crumble apple with cold cream like it used to be"

"You remember?" Troto jerks. Apple crumble, Troto once made it for Willow before he erased the woman's memory.

"Did? Crumble apples? You're dul …."

"When did you ever make me a crumble apple?" Willow looks confused. Troto sighed harshly. It may be time to explain what really happened to Willow.

Troto pulls Willow's hand to sit facing him. The woman followed. "Listen and don't cut as I speak" his grasp tightened. Willoe nodded.

"I lost your memory" Troto's eyes saw shock in Willow's clear eyeballs.

"At that time we were in touch, but I chose to be with shera—" Troto's remark stopped, he saw Willow who let go of his forced grasp. But Troto didn't let go.

"I'm stupid. Because elder Guapo must marry the woman of the Guapo clan, while you are still human despite being transformed into a Guapo nation."

"I dumped you cruelly, and pretended I didn't know you" he said.

Willow didn't think he was going through any of that. He was surprised, he did not like the Mutants why they were left in Guapo.

"Then everyone's Nocturnal?" Ask Willow.

"They lost when they wanted to attack the lower King and the Queen's protector, Braxton was killed and Marky, you chose to stay in Guapo. Because you said Nocturnal was destroyed, becoming a new, more human Nocturnal"

"Why did I decide to stay here? And you're not protecting us, we're working together, are we?" Willow. He pulls his hand but Troto keeps it.

"You feel like there's no more place for you in the upper realms. And you chose here because of me, but I betrayed you by dumping you, we worked together, you helped us get back the High Majesty."

"You alone don't want to help your partner to destroy the underworld because you want to live and settle in Guapo" and be with me, Troto continued inwardly.

It hurt to remember his stupidity at that moment. Willow must feel disappointed in him. Hence he erased Willow's memories so as not to continue to be destroyed. Tell Troto bre ngsek, he is indeed bre ngsek!

"I will restore your memory, and I beg you not to leave me, that is what I want, but I do not force you, I will wait for your decision, whatever I will agree to" 

"Ak, I need time" Troto's hand released Willow's hand, he looked at his hand, something was missing when Troto's hand took it off. The warm grip of Troto's big hand he still felt.

"I'm home" he said,

The information he got was too much. He can't just decide. It feels like his feelings are stirring right now.

"Take your time, I'm waiting for you"

Willow picked up his blanket and left Troto, he rushed down from the Falldown hill. Not looking back, he kept walking. Leaving Troto looking at him sadly.

Tbc.