Chapter 21 - Part 2

Haiden bolted up straight in his bed the moment the sun struck the sole window in his room. He woke up with a splitting headache. He barely got any shut eye the night before. All he could think of was the impending pairing of the Ashen and Wielder. It was happening much sooner than anyone anticipated. Maree had told them that the Headmistress had let it slip, that's why he knew. They all agreed it was because of the upcoming war with Bahal, if any Wielders were to enlist in the army prematurely they wanted them to be protected by a skilled Ashen, after all most of the young Wielders at this Academy were the offspring of the most wealthy people in the Empire.

He had been avoiding the discussion with Tasgal because it meant to discuss his outlandish plan of enrolling into the army as soon as Haiden got his title of Esquire. There was no doubt in Tasgal's mind that he would come out victorious even against Bras or other Ashen, but Haiden wasn't so sure. He feared how much Bras had grown, he felt his power multiple times, and in one of those times were it not for Camila, he was certain that Bras would have defeated him.

Haiden pushed all dark thoughts aside and hastily got dressed. He needed to talk to the Ashen now, before the ceremony began. So, at the crack of daylight he planned on sneaking into Tasgal's room.

He was beginning to get the hang of his cloaking spell. Screech would freak out every time he would use it. The creature that had such vast Wielding knowledge, that taught Haiden so much, had no inkling of how his spell worked, and if he was honest, neither did he. The words of Master Rwoy clang to his mind; He was an innate, he used his imagination, his intent to alter the world around him, with no better knowledge of the world. It was dangerous, indeed, he had no way of knowing what effects the spell might have outside of hiding his presence even from the spirit that bonded to his very soul. It scared Haiden, but it was the only way to move freely around the grounds so that no one could suspect anything.

And so, Haiden pulled on his Fios, it flowed strong and steady, seemingly limitless. He felt the static flow around him as he imagined himself disappearing into the shadows, no sound, no light, no life. He concentrated until there was nothing left of him. His heartbeat became just an echo of a long forgotten beat, his breath was still, his mind was empty. But, now, unlike the time in the forest and in the Headmistress' office, he forced himself to open his eyes with his mind and see the world.

He didn't see as one would, with colors and depth, but mere forms of blues in the empty darkness of space. There was a limit on how far he could see and had to guide himself by what was near, trying to recognize the shapes of the buildings, shrubs, the statues and landmarks of the academy grounds until he arrived at the Ashen dorms.

The building was just lines of blues, shapes, vaguely similar to those he remembered. The good thing was that he could also see people. They were beacons of blue light, shapeless and deform, and somehow he knew who they were just by looking at their light. This allowed Haiden to bob and weave through the crowd of early risers, servants that would swiftly do their jobs then disappear.

Haiden counted the doors until he reached the fifth one on the third floor, Tasgal's room. He knew that Tasgal would be asleep at that moment, and so he mentally took a deep breath and tried to open the door handle.

It was unlocked. How careless he thought and paused, expecting Screech to say anything, but then remembered that Screech could not reach him in this state.

Haiden walked in slowly, in the cramp room. His footsteps made the floorboards creak softly.

In front of him, Tasgal, laid asleep with half of his naked body outside the thin blanket.

Haiden immediately broke concentration, revealing his presence. It wasn't the upper half that was exposed to the morning sun.

Blood quickly rushed away from his head to his lower parts and he turned the other side.

Nothing you not seen before Screech sent immediately to his mind.

Yo-you're right, but it caught me off guard. Haiden looked over his shoulder to double check that he closed the door. Once secured, he turned back to the naked man in the bed and took a deep breath. Calm down, Haiden. Calm down.

He approached Tasgal, and gently pushed him to wake up. The man's instantly flew wide open, threw himself off the bed, ready to fight, the blanket falling completely off. He stood there, in a fighting stance, naked. His thick chest hair trailed over his chiseled abs down to his cock, nestled in dark curls. His thick hairy muscular legs, flexed as he kept his position just as he was trained.

They both looked at each other, surprised. "Haid?" Tasgal said, confused.

"Hello." Haiden simply said, his face was fully red, he tried to look away but he couldn't.

Tasgal realized he was naked in front of Haiden, but instead of covering himself up decent, the Ashen raised one leg on the bed, putting both hands on his hips.

"Well..." he said with a mischievous boyish smirk. Both his white teeth and blue eyes gleamed with unsavory thoughts. "I know you couldn't stay away from me for so long, but I didn't expect you to be such an early riser." Tasgal wiggled his eyebrow.

Haiden noticed Tasgal's cock hardening as he spoke. He was ready to go at any moment.

"Put that away!" Haiden turned his back to the now fully hard Ashen. "We need to talk."

Tasgal was thoroughly disappointed, but he did nothing to cover himself, he simply sat on the ledge of the low bed and patted the sit next to him for Haiden.

"I'll stand. Thank you." He knew that if he sat down, there would be no talking.

"Suit yourself, at least let me see your beautiful face." Tasgal said with striking confidence.

Haiden would have lied if he told himself this didn't rile him up. He too was ready to go the moment he saw Tasgal, but he had important business to discuss. Thankfully, his cloak covered him, so he didn't feel so exposed. He couldn't understand how Tasgal was so comfortable being naked, but he sure didn't mind it.

Haiden turned and looked at Tasgal, clearing his throat. Creators, how is he so incredibly hot? He briefly thought before extinguishing his dirty line of thought.

"What do you want to talk about." Tasgal asked, leaning back on his elbows. As if begging for Haiden to straddle him. It was a hard invitation to refuse.

"The pairing. It's today." Haiden began and Tasgal nodded. "Ar-are you going..." It was hard to think in this state.

"Am I going to write your name?" Tasgal finished for him. Haiden nodded. "Of course, why would you think I wouldn't"

"Alright, good." Haiden let out a long breath, relieved. "Good."

"Are you going to write mine? Last time you weren't so sure."

"Yes!" It came out louder than he wanted, embarrassment overwhelming him. The run began to spin slightly.

"So what are you worried about, then." Tasgal smiled, reaching over to grab Haiden's hand. He pulled the Wielder down on the bed, in a night embrace. Tasgal inhaled deeply. "You always smell so good." he whispered.

Haiden stiffened. He didn't expect Tasgal to say that. "I-I w-washed." he buried his head in Tasgal's chest.

"Oh?"

"And what about your plan." Haiden said quickly, trying to change the subject.

"What about it? You haven't agreed to it, yet."

"Are you sure we'll be safe if we enroll?" Haiden asked for reassurance.

"Listen to me, Haid." Tasgal grabbed Haiden's head and locked his blue eyes onto Haiden's ambers. "I will never let anyone hurt you. From today on, I will protect you with everything I have." Then he wrapped his strong arms around Haiden again.

The Wielder let himself fall into the tight embrace, squeezing every last ounce of doubt from his body.

"So will I, Tas. So will I." He said, lifting his head up so that their lips touched in a much needed relief from reality.

Tasgal began moving his hands beneath Haiden's tunic. His calloused palms scratching gently at his skin. It felt good and Haiden let out a soft moan.

"No," Haiden tried to push Tasgal's hands away, but he was too weak. "We'll be late." he said with a heartened breath.

"I don't care." Tasgal began to kiss Haiden's neck. Without even realizing it, the Wielder was out of his breeches and cloak.

Haiden let himself go with the moment and reached over grabbing Tasgal's hard cock. He moaned as Haiden's grip tightened and began moving.

They touched each other while their tongues wrestled in a hungry kiss. Tasgal had really let his stubble grow, tickling Haiden's soft pale skin sending shivers down his spine. It was electrifying, as if he was being struck countless times by lightning bolts.

Tasgal broke the kiss and lowered his head to Haiden's throbbing member. The warmth of the Ashen's mouth surprised Haiden making him voice his pleasure. He tried to quiet down, he didn't know who could be walking down the hall and hear them.

"Tas, stop." he said, the pleasure was too much and he was scared of finishing before he could enjoy Tasgal as well. "Let me." he said, his voice heavy with desire.

Tasgal laid back on the bed, making himself available for Haiden, spreading his legs, and Haiden obliged. He first brushed a hand over Tasgal's trail, making his way to his cock and genitals. With a firm grip he stroked gently before closing his mouth in, making sure not to lose any drop of the salty substance that leaked from Tasgal's cock.

With intense hunger, Haiden took Tasgal, placing his lips around his thick member. His curls brushing his face as he worked his head up and down, going by the Ashen's moans.

This time Haiden wanted Tasgal to cum first, and so he put everything he had into it. He could hear Tasgal's moans becoming more frequent and hardened.

With one hand, he stroked his balls and with his other he reached to touch himself. Tasgal's powerful hips began thrusting into Haiden's mouth with an alert rhythm. The deeper it went the more he pushed. Haiden felt it in his throat, as he held his breath, he knew Tasgal was ready for release and he wanted it all.

Tasgal increased his speed even further, hitting Haiden in the back of his throat, and with one final hard push Tasgal overflowed in Haiden's mouth.

Tasgal let out a deep breath and relaxed on the bed for a moment before looking at Haiden's red flushed face, licking the corner of his mouth. He smiled deeply and said. "It's your turn now." then leaning in for a deep kiss tasting the saltiness and sweetness on Haiden's lips.

It didn't take long for Haiden as he was on the verge. The moment Tasgal placed his lips around Haiden, he was met with his prize. Tasgal swallowed and then wrapped his arms around Haiden. "I wish we could stay like this all day." He whispered. Before Haiden could say anything, the door he had previously locked began to rattle making him jump off the bed and grab his breeches.

Tasgal fell on the bed and brushed his hands through his hair. "Shit!" He motioned Haiden to get behind the door and whispered. "Hide!" Tasgal grabbed the thin blanket and wrapped it over himself and made his way to the door. He unlocked it and cracked it open .

"Fuck, man. What do you want." Tasgal said his voice was audibly annoyed.

The man on the other side pushed through with sheer force swinging the door wide open. "What are you doing, you'll be late for..." The man stopped.

"Get out, Vick." Tasgal tried to push him back. But he didn't budge. Tasgal looked over his shoulder, but Haiden had vanished. There was no one else in the room but Tasgal.

Vick looked at the naked man before him, only in a thin blanket to cover his parts. He lowered his gaze and sniffed the air. "Not the best moment to..." Vick told him.

"Just get out." Tasgal repeated and pushed him back through the door.

"Creators! It's like the 12th time this week..." He shook his head. "I don't need to know. Finish up quick, Istrek will have a fit if you're late." Vick said and Tasgal closed the door with a relieved breath, his back sliding off the shut door.