When One World Ends... (MaryWeather & †:Faust:†)

July 16, 2015

Smile. His lips had curved in a smile when Celestite had whispered so longingly words about him hiding his face. He'd bitten his lips, crushed down the impulse to turn and leave when he thought about just removing the blindfold and let the leprechaun see the real him.. see Sakurai in the flesh.. to give that one leap of faith and let what nobody had ever seen, in Alfheim, be revealed to this one person.. his one friend.

But then his shoulder was bitten, blood erupting in small waves, and Lorde eradicated that idea all together. He could be rough, yes, but that doesn't mean that he enjoyed the sight of his blood when it came to sexual activities. Even though he knew that Celestite meant very little of it, that didn't stop his subconscious from interpreting it as an attack.. in SAO, he'd only spilled his blood during an arduous fight and having years of that in a game where you survived by all means possible, it had internally conditioned Lorde that he fight with everything he had when his blood is spilled. And that urge came.. but he crushed it because he knew that it wasn't the raven's intention to challenge him.. that Celestite didn't know how the red liquid affected Lorde so.

On top of that, he was still hard and now aching in more places than one.. it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

So he pulled back and out completely, keeping his hands firmly on Celestite's waist to prevent him from collapsing and immediately missing the heat, the warmth, the slick tightness, but he needed to do this in case the small leprechaun decided again to give him a bite.. and Lorde didn't think that he'd be able to stop himself from harming the other should that happen a second time.

With a squeak, he stopped the shower before gently turning the raven around, making sure those mechanical wings were parted so that he could slot himself a bit more snugly there. He remained quiet, face still as marble, as he slowly took hold of two cushony cheeks; parting them and revealing the leprechaun's slightly gaping red hole. It was leaking, strings of cum connecting its used-looking walls and Lorde didn't think twice as he breached it again in one powerful thrust that almost lifted Celestite off the floor. Then with a firm grip on the crafter's waist, he began to walk; pulling out until the tip of his dick was left inside when his left foot advanced and pushing back all of it in when his right took the step.

"You know," He began, still continuing the process of thrusting while walking, his voice steady and almost cold in its calmness. "Players I kill are the only ones who get to see my blood." His words were accompanied by a powerful thrust that almost sent them careening to the hallway floor. "Do you want to die by my hand, Cel?" Came the clear question, just as another thrust, that almost lifted the raven off the ground, was given.

"You should see yourself. You're leaking my cum all over your hallway." The familiar teasing lilt to his voice returned, indifferent face breaking to reveal a smirking visage. Now his control was back, given by the very one who almost took it. Another floor-lifting thrust came as a silent apology. "Do you feel empty? My cum almost gone inside you?" A chuckle followed, amused and smug at how he just knew the enjoyment the other felt at having said cum filling him up inside.

Then he was pressing Celestite against what he assumed to be his bedroom door, making sure to give the leprechaun multiple floor-lifting thrusts now that he was certain the door would stop him from faceplanting the floor.

"Come on, Cel. Open your bedroom door."

His voice came out husky and breathy, his powerful thrusts never faltering while at the same time he thought of all the things they could do once inside the room beyond. He wondered if Celestite would even be able to stand to work tomorrow.

July 16, 2015

It only lasted a moment, even less than that. Barely a second, but Celestite had felt it. He had felt Lorde tense and not in the same way he did when he orgasmed. Perhaps it was another effect of the blindfold, feeling the other’s emotions as if they were his own. For that second he lost his wonderful Lorde, lost him somewhere in his mind, far from where he could reach him. In that second, Celes was scared. He was frightened at what Lorde was thinking, what he was feeling… He was frightened that he would leave him there, abandon him alone and cold on his bathroom floor.

Then it hit him why Lorde froze. In the same second that Lorde was gone from him, Celes knew why it happened. He would have to apologize, ask him about his feelings at some point. Rectify the wrong he done to this new, amazing person that he felt himself caring so much about.

All of these thoughts, all of these actions, or lack thereof, in just a matter of a few seconds.

Then Lorde was back, ready to go all over again, as if nothing had happened. Lorde turned him around and settled against his back, the clicks and squeaks of Celes' wings an odd sound after the heavy pants and moans and flesh against flesh. Then before Celestite could even gather himself, flesh met flesh once again.

He was rough with him, shoving himself inside of him as they walked through the house. Celestite couldn’t see where they were going and as his hands firmly grasped Lorde’s wrists he couldn’t feel where he was going either. He cried out loudly each time he was thrust into, nearly missing Lorde’s words.

They confirmed his suspicion… Blood… It was a sore topic for the Spriggan. Though he could hardly think about it. His toes were lifted off the ground and he nearly screamed as as he felt the hard arousal pierce him again and again. How was he supposed to walk? How was he supposed to keep moving after all this?

“I… I….” He supposed if he had to die by anyone’s hand he would want it to be Lorde, but he couldn’t get the words out. All that would come out of his mouth were strangled cries and light sobs that caught in his throat.

“L… Lorde….” One of Celes’ hands reached behind him, grabbing whatever he could of Lorde as his body was torn open again and the electricity traveled through his body all over again. He shuddered, struggling to keep his feet on the ground as he was mercilessly pounded into and nearly thrust straight into the air. In fact, he was sure Lorde could throw him up with just his dick if he really tried.

The walk to the bedroom seemed to last forever, but Celes didn’t mind. He didn’t mind so long as Lorde was near him, inside of him, piercing him, driving deep into him so they could never separate. Forever came to end, though, as Celes’ body hit the hard door. He gasped and muffled his cries against the door as the other was relentless in his thrusts and fumbled for the doorknob with his shaky hands.

He wished he could see his bed. His innocent little bed that he always laid in to log out from this magical world. That innocent little bed would be defiled today. Covered in fluids, sin, and yet upgraded to a bed that Celes would always associate with his first night Lorde. It was special now. No longer just an item he bought for his house. No longer just his bed.

“Lorde….”

It was his bed too. The other man’s bed now.

“P-please…. I-I….” He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. His mind only saw Lorde. His mind was only focused on the man keeping him upright, and the cock in his ass. Together, as one, they made their way to the little bed, Celes trusting Lorde to guide him along. As soon as the small fairy felt the soft bed, he bent forward and pressed himself against Lorde's strong cock. He didn't care what he did to him anymore. He didn't care what Lorde did or how he did it. All he wanted was for Lorde to stay inside of him, to keep him warm, to love him as long as was possible.

July 16, 2015

It was affecting, the neediness that seemed to grow in Celestite more and more over time as their short yet noise-filled journey to the foot of the bed came to an end. How the other just tightened around Lorde's thrusting cock, as if never wanting to let go, how his sobs and mewls and pleas and moans silently begged for reassurance that he would stay, that he wouldn't leave.. that he'd keep him safe.. from what, Lorde wasn't so sure anymore. Then the leprechaun had bent, pushing himself back, despite his obvious fatigue, just as the spriggan went surging forward. How that one small act, that one needy gesture, made him blush like a school girl at how simple yet profound affection exploded in tiny bursts all around him. He felt it in his face, in his chest, in his stomach, in his arms, in his legs, in the very tips of his fucking hair. How one person could do such a thing to him -in a day no less- made him afraid.. how quickly attached he had become.

He didn't know what he'd do if this was SAO.. if they'd met there and this happened.. how the small thought that he would have done absolutely anything to keep Celestite from getting into harm, made his knees weak and tremble. How he would have killed anyone who so much as laid a finger on him. The thought was a scary one.. how possessive and overprotective it sounded. How terrifying it was to realize that should they have met in that game and developed something like this, he wouldn't hesitate in taking a life if it meant preserving the raven's own. What it all meant, Lorde didn't understand.

But they weren't in SAO.. and death here was.. not permanent.. still that didn't mean that he would slack off on his new found job. The concept of dying was still taboo to him and he would still fight just as severely to keep them both from that embrace.

He shook his head, white locks fluttering as magenta eyes took in the slim expanse of Celestite's back, the skin red from too much rubbing on the bathroom wall while his wings stayed just as absolutely stunning. He was someone so one-of-a-kind that Lorde felt he needed the other to understand with a gesture just as equal. So he pulled out, chuckling slightly at the alarmed cry from the leprechaun before slowly and gently depositing him on his back in the bed.

"Ssshh. I'm here." Lorde murmured as he settled himself in between Celestite's spread legs, one hand taking hold of his erection before slowly pushing back in with a breathy exhale. Then he leaned down, body caging the smaller one bellow, as one hand went to hold a bruised hip while the other tenderly cupped a flushed cheek, thumb caressing a prominent cheekbone. "Okay?" He murmured, soft sweet lips descending on puffy ones to give a kiss affectionate enough to make a silent announcement that their hard fucking had now become gentle lovemaking.

The thought made Lorde smile, yet again for the now uncountable time, as he just as tenderly began to move; hips pulling back almost languidly to the very tip before pushing back in swift and hard, stopping a few seconds just to grind his length unto the raven's prostate.. only to do it again over and over, until they were panting and sweaty.

It was different, doing it slow and delicate yet still intense. It made Lorde talkative, not with hot and dirty words but with soft affectionate ones.. things that complimented Celestite in the sweetest of sense. It made him slightly embarrassed at the realization that what he was talking about was not how the petite teen's ass felt like or how his cock dripped in between their abdomens, but actually at how he was beautiful, in heart and mind, how lucky for Lorde to have made a friend like him, and how he would protect him above all others. He was glad then that Celestite had the blindfold on, no matter how it soaked the pillows and sheets with the water from the shower, because then he would have seen the flush that had covered Lorde ..no, Sakurai's face down to his chest.

But then their crescent to pleasure manifested again and there were no more time for words, just heavy and fast slaps of skin, swift panted breaths, numerous groans, and a singular piercing of twin moans as their climax hit simultaneously; white coating sweaty chests and stomachs while another flooded a tightly clamped passage. They stayed tense for a few seconds, their moans twining in a singular epic melody that permeated every inch of the two-story house. And when it was over, they both sagged, limp and boneless against the softness of the mattress; Celestite panting breaths slowly turning into relaxed and equal breathing. He had passed out. Lorde almost giggled.

He briefly wondered what the Celestite in the real world would feel at the sudden and perhaps unexpected log-out.

But then the knowledge that the raven won't be waking up soon made him feel a little bit guilty, knowing the state of Celestite's body and the bed too and the hallway as well. So Lorde lifted up on his elbows and slowly took off the leprechaun's blindfold, soft lips descending on closed lashes after the cloth was discarded. Then he was pulling out with a soft erotic squelch as his cum literally poured out an abused looking hole. His dick gave a twitch of interest and he reminded himself that screwing a sleeping person was very close to necrophilia so he resisted, but just barely. What was with him and his voyeuristic tendencies when it came to Celestite's stretched hole. His dick gave another twitch, slowly filling up to half erect. He shook his head, even thinking about it got him excited. What was wrong with him? He needed to clean dammit!

So with an extremely reluctant nether region, Lorde went to the nearby dresser and took out two small towels, new sheets and pillow cases along with some sleeping robes for the naked leprechaun.

This was gonna be a long night.. he just hoped he could control his libido while he cleaned Celestite's body.

In the end, when he cop up a feel or two.. well.. no one would be the wiser.

July 16, 2015

“No! No, no, no, no…. Don’t go, don’t go….” Celestite needed him. He needed this man forever. Just the thought of losing him made him hysterical, caused his wings to flutter in panic, made him beg Lorde to stay there and never ever leave him.

Thankfully, there was nothing to worry about. As soon as Celestite was placed on his back, Lorde slid back into him and the Leprechaun felt at ease again. Being here like this, with Lorde pushing into him sweetly yet with enough pressure to keep Celes’ mind far, far away, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, holding him like he would never let go… Celestite felt like he was home. This was what feeling safe and at peace was.

“Lorde….” Celes moaned out the other’s name, keeping his arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. No one would touch Lorde again. No one would harm him like the army that dared attack him. Not as long as Celes was still alive. There was little he could do in battle, but he could form Lorde the best defenses in the shape of metal boots, metal gloves, masks, hoods, jewelry, anything Lorde’s mind could fathom Celes could make. And would.

“Ngh!” A single tear fell from his eyes at the thought of how mad he was over this man. To think meeting him was such a coincidence. To happen upon him in a forest, to treat his wounds, to find the one man in ALO who had everything needed to make a legendary weapon, for this one man to chose him of all the people in ALO to make said weapon….

It couldn’t have been coincidence. Just inevitability.

“L-Lorde… Oh!” His body had taking a pounding tonight. From the bruises on his pale skin, to the soreness of his back, to the stretching of his petite hole…. His body had endured much tonight, though not as much as heart. The overwhelming emotions he felt for Lorde pounded into his heart even harder than the man pounded into him. Just one night together was all it took.

Then, as if signaling that night coming to a close, Celestite came for the third time. His back arched and he gasped out Lorde’s name, pressing both of their hands to his stomach. He could feel Lorde’s fluids inside of him again, and the thought made him smile. His body remained tight around the other, refusing to let him go even when they finished. The last thing Celestite wanted to do was let him go in any way… But he felt himself slipping. The darkness that surrounded him became even darker. He didn’t want to go… He didn’t want to….

His fingers ran along Lorde’s lips; it was the last thing he felt from his lover before he passed out entirely.

[6:45 AM, Shiro’s bedroom]

He woke before his alarm clock. That rarely happened but the past hours had been filled with unusual things. Him being awake, however, didn’t mean he wanted to move. His body was sore…. It an effect from his game. Pain never traveled from the game to real life, but if the damage was severe enough there would a small amount of it felt in the real world.

It was that pain that allowed him to believe his night with Lorde had been real.

The now heavy Nervegear was tossed aside as Shiro lifted his fatigued body. He could only laugh at the wetness in his pants. Three times…. Three little deaths that man had made Shiro die. If only there could have been more. Shiro didn’t remember passing out, but it must have happened. How terrible of him to leave Lorde all alone, without so much as a good bye.

He would make up for it today. Today, with the creation of the legendary Kusanagi, he would make up for any wrong he did to Lorde.

But first he needed to clean up and get through his day.

The shower was exactly what he needed to get rid of any remaining pain, though part of him didn’t want it gone. It reminded him of Lorde. It reminded him of their night together. It made him think of future nights they would have.

He wondered what his mother would say if she knew. Though most of the time she just complained about his video games, sometimes she would ask what he did in them.

“Oh, I had sex with a complete stranger no less than three times. It was fun!”

His laughter echoed in the shower. If only… If only he had someone he trusted enough to talk about his rendez-vous with this shadowy stranger.

But he would keep it to himself. He would keep his heart that was exploding at the seams all to himself. He would keep his desires to himself. He would keep them bottled up until he saw Lorde again inside the magical world of Alfheim Online.

[7:45 AM, Homeroom]

“Please! Come on! How many times did I let you copy my homework? Just this once! Please!”

Normally it was the other way around. Normally it was some random student begging the ever friendly, ever helpful Shiro to let them copy his homework, but today, Shiro stood at the desk of someone he only knew in passing, hands clasped together as he begged the other to let him copy his homework. His intention had been to do it when he finished his time in ALO, but well…. Time ran on longer than he meant for it to.

But this person, who he had given a favor, refused to give it back.

“Ugh! You’re so terrible, you know! Don’t talk to me again! Ever!” was the spiteful reply as Shiro stalked to his desk. Why did this have to be his reality? Why couldn’t his reality be in Alfheim, sharing his bed with Lorde, making weapons in his shop, being known all around for creating the best weapons in the land? Why was it that Alfheim was an option instead of this world? Why couldn’t he chose to log out of this world and return to the land of fairies where he felt he truly belonged?

“Here, Shiro,” came a sweet voice, one of the few people Shiro thought actually cared about him. “You can copy mine.”

“Really? Thank you~ You’re a goddess!”

But perhaps this world had it’s heroes too.

He managed to copy all of it and hand it back to his friend just as the bell rang. Though once that bell rang and the teacher began class, his mind completely wandered back to the place he really felt was home. Back to the man he couldn’t forget.

His hand instinctively started to draw all over his notes. Those wings. Those massive, haunting, beautiful black wings. Those wings that looked like a demon’s but wrapped Shiro--rather Celestite--in their warmth and protected him. How he would kill just to be in those wings again.

Those wings in his mind transferred to his paper, which was void of any comprehensible notes about math or English or whatever it was the teacher was talking about.

How could his mind absorb anything else when Lorde had taken it over completely?

July 17, 2015

[08:10 A.M.][Homeroom]

Late. Sakurai was so late. That one undeniable fact made his feet pound faster against the wooden floor of the school hallway as he ran towards the closed door of his classroom. He'd never been late his entire life to anything that involved school and this was quite a shocking first that he didn't intend to repeat.

He'd woken up last night with the full consequences of what he and Celestite had done; a pair of soaked and sticky boxers along with his blanket. So he'd done the laundry a bit early, took a warm bath, ate dinner and made lunch for the next day. What he hadn't anticipated was how exhausted all of it left him. How, once his head had barely hit the pillow, he was already succumbing into lala land. But then his morning run alarm had blared, five hours later and he ignored it in lieu of getting more sleep.. and the next thing he knew, he was waking up from the sun glaring right at his face.

That was fifteen minutes ago.

And there he was, flushed and panting, school uniform askew and a few buttons undone with his tie hanging loose, and his hair a wild mess as he slammed the door open and every head just turned to him. He defiantly willed the flush that creeped up his neck to go back down.. and surprisingly, it did.

"You are late, Alloise-kun." The teacher immediately reprimanded and Sakurai's face thankfully remained impassive as he silently walked to the front and gave his -slightly- crumpled homework. "Mind telling us your reason?"

"Fatigue. I was overworked yesterday, Sensei." It was the truth and -again, thankfully- wasn't asked any more than that. So he took his usual seat in the back, near the windows and composed himself as properly as he could; magenta eyes going faraway once more as the lesson began.

[05:00 P.M.][school Pool]

A soft moan escaped parted lips, blunt finger nails raking across his back, leaving red marks in their wake as he gave another lurching thrust, Celestite's hole clamping down on his turgid erection as the other's prostate was stroked. They panted for breath, teeth and tongue meeting as their lust and passion grew and grew. It felt so good, just pushing inside that wanton body and be accepted greedily in return.

It was so erotic how the small leprechaun looked when he came; hand on his stomach as if somehow he could feel with his palm the thick cock pounding beneath. How he arched, his back curving like a bow as his soft insides just squeezed the cum out of Lorde.. how his pearly fluids stained their torsos just as Lorde himself stiffened and -

The slap on his exposed abdomen came so suddenly that Sakurai almost instinctively went to deliver a what might have been a devastating right hook, but at the last second, before his muscles could even start to clench, he resisted the impulse, knowing that if he didn't their poor manager would be down on the tiled floor with a bleeding face before her timer even clicked past two seconds. He gave a shake of his head, dispelling the highly arousing images and surreptitiously looked down to make sure he hadn't popped one out. With a small sight of relief, he was glad he didn't.

"Alloise-kun, you seem a lot more faraway than normal." She said, palm still pressed on his skin. It was sweaty. Sakurai itched to remove it. "Did something happen?"

He didn't like how her words sounded concerned but her voice rang like she barely even cared about the answer to that, but it was evident that she cared about something else. What, Sakurai had no idea. So he shrugged, stretching his right arm upwards and bending it on the elbow for his hand to reach in between his shoulderblades, defined muscles popping out as they expanded and contracted. The other hand went to put slight pressure on said raised elbow.

"I'm fine. Just remembered something." Again, not a lie. But she didn't have to know anything anyways, so he began to walk towards the pool, alternating in stretching his right and left arm, and leaving a flustered swim club manager behind.

Sakurai huffed as he took his place on the starting line, form perfectly bent and showing off usually hidden statesque figure.

He couldn't wait to get home.

July 17, 2015

[5:00 PM, Swimming Pool]

Swim practice couldn’t have dragged on any longer. Time stood completely still as everyone practiced their strokes and forms and whatever else…. Shiro simply didn’t care. All he wanted to do was go home, jump back into his perfect world, see his perfect man again. Feel him again. Embrace him again. Please him again.

But for now he had to focus. He had to swim. He had to practice. He had to please not his lover, but his coach. Thankfully she was obsessing over that other poor guy. She tended to like to pick one student to harass each day, and today she had chosen Alloise to be her victim. The poor thing… First showing up to class late, probably exhausted from whatever it was that made him late, then getting bothered by his coach. He could only imagine the other had an incredibly long day and wanted to go home as badly as he did.

Well… No one wanted to go home as badly as Shiro.

Still, he could try to do a good deed before he went home. When Alloise jumped into the pool, Shiro broke away from the group of people he had been gossiping with to jump in the pool with him. The other was faster, stronger, and Shiro had trouble catching up.

“Hey!” He called, hating himself for even joining this stupid team. He didn’t even like swimming that much. But still….

After calling to him, Shiro managed to catch up to the other, flashing him a bright smile when he did. “Hey, I….” He didn’t expect to see them here, in this world. Those eyes… Those intense, beautiful magenta eyes that saw every little piece of Celestite, from his head down to his dirtiest, most secretive parts.

“I….” What was he going to say to Alloise? Something? What… What was he going to say? He couldn’t remember… Those eyes.

No, it wasn’t possible.

Shiro laughed the thought away. He wouldn’t entertain it. He wouldn’t dare even think it. But still…. Compliments were in order.

“I like your eyes!”

Then the raven haired boy dipped into the water and swam away, unable to keep himself under control around those eyes that reminded him so much of his passion-filled night.

[6:30 PM, Celestite's Shop]

The Leprechaun’s eyes slowly opened, his wings fluttered with the ever comforting yet strange sounds of clicks and turning gears, and his body curled within itself. Lorde was gone, but it wasn’t surprising. After a quick look around Celes had noticed that the bedsheets had been changed, the floor was clean, and his body had been taken care of as if he were a rare and precious porcelain doll.

“My darling….” He whispered, smiling as he thought of how he would repay Lorde for taking such good care of him.

Before lifting himself from the bed the small fairy opened his inventory and dressed himself, covering his naked body in his simple, form-fitting black shirt, black pants that could have been called leggings, and equally body hugging boots. It was a standard outfit for someone like him who relied on speed rather than strength, and an added bonus was nothing got in the way of his crafting.

Nevermind that he was sure it turned a few heads.

“Did you do anything to me while I slept, Lorde?” He spoke in front of his mirror, touching the reflective surface as if it held the man he so desperately wanted to see. He let his imagination run wild with thoughts of what Lorde might have done to him after he was no longer part of this world…. Perhaps nothing. But perhaps, as his body so desperately wished, there was something that had happened that only the walls and Lorde knew.

The time for play and sinful thoughts would be later, though. There was something the Leprechaun had to do. It was his most important task thus far. With feet as nimble as air, Celes ran to the front of his store, made sure the closed sign was bright and shining so he wouldn’t be disturbed, headed to his workshop.

Crafting was simple in the world of ALO. The crafter put all of the materials in a furnace where an ore was created, then hit the ore with his choice of hammer, and either a weapon was created or it failed and created nothing. There were various numbers involved such as the stats of the crafter, the probability of the item being crafted, etc. But Celestite liked to think that the more he focused, the more dedicated he was, the more spirit he felt towards a weapon added to his chances of creating perfection.

And so far he felt his theory had proven itself. He was, after all, the best crafter in ALO as far as he knew.

So after sending a quick message to Lorde to tell him to come when he could, that his sword would be ready, Celestite gathered the materials for Kusanagi and put them in the furnace. A deep black ore was created, blacker than Celes had ever seen one. It sparkled in the light of the fire and the crafter felt almost guilty for his plans to beat it with his trusty hammer.

But that ore would turn into the greatest weapon this game had to offer. He couldn’t fail.

Clang.

He hit the ore over and over, focusing, putting all of his effort and energy and affection for Lorde into each hit.

Clang.

As he stared intensely at the ore, seeing Lorde’s face in it, he knew that he could do this. He could create his second legendary weapon. If he could do it once for someone he cared nothing about, then he could do it for this man who showed him things he had never seen before, who gave him something that could only be called precious.

Clang. Clang.

Lorde, who held him so tightly and securely. Who would protect Celestite. Who would become his knight.

Clang. Clang.

After their night together, their sweaty, steamy, amazing, passionate night, Celes would do anything for him. Make anything for him.

Clang! Clang!

He could remember it so well. His body remembered it so well. The warmth.

Clang! Clang!

The wetness.

Clang! Clang!

The moans and shouts of pleasure.

Clang! Clang!

His deep thrusts. His moist tongue. His rough hands.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

How they made sweet love. How together they climaxed, Lorde cumming so deep inside of him that Celestite was sure there was still some in him.

Clang!

“Oh god….”

Panting heavily, dropping his hammer to the ground, and falling to his knees, Celestite nearly cried at the sight before him. He had done it. With a twenty percent chance of success, Celestite had done it. He had created his second legendary weapon. He had created Lorde’s weapon.

Kusanagi lived again.

He smiled happily as he took the sword, complete with it’s scabbard, in his arms, cradling it like the newborn child it was. His pride, his shock, his pure happiness kept him seated on the floor, leaning against the wall. His sword... Lorde's sword. He had done it. Together, he and Kusanagi would wait for it’s father to come and retrieve it.

July 17, 2015

[05:05 P.M.][school Pool]

Lazy. That was the only thing that would have described how he executed his usually flawless strokes in swim practice. It wasn't that he didn't have any motivation nor energy to give it his all, no, he was just.. conserving energy for the upcoming night. He did have a lot of work in the house. Cook for dinner, dry his laundry, make his homeworks, clean the kitchen.. and screw Celestite again. Okay, maybe he was saving his energy for that one particular task, who could blame him? He was just human dammit! And a teenager to boot, no one would fault him if his mind suddenly became interested in sex and how many times he could make his leprechaun cum again.

He wondered then if Celestite still had those bruises from last night, if he was sore.. if he was still gaping.. No! Bad brain! That was so unnecessary, especially with the fact that he was only wearing skin-tight jammers and the fact that if he got hard there.. well.. the size that the raven had enjoyed pounding into him last night would be a bad thing in that particular event. So he tried to will his mind from going to places that it must not go, focusing instead on even and languid strokes.

Then Ichihara came, gave a small greeting, and just about stopped and stuttered when Sakurai looked at him; mumbling a compliment about his eyes before hurrying off somewhere. It was weird. Was he glaring or something?

A milky hand lifted, touching a wet face and exploring to see if the skin there was contorted in some way. It didn't feel different.. maybe he had been smiling? Someone did tell him that his smiles could sometimes be creepy and terrifying even if he didn't mean them to. He wondered then if Celestite would think the same if he saw his face.. what he would say and think if he saw how blank it was.. maybe Celestite wanted someone that was expressive in the facial department. Would he discard Sakurai -Lorde- if he saw what was beneath that ever present mask?

That possibility is what made his resolve to keep his mask on iron-clad. Celestite was his friend and he didn't want to lose that just because there was a problem with his face.

[07:00 P.M.][Market Stalls beside Celestite's Shop]

First thing he'd seen was the message sent to him and when he did, he couldn't get out of his small tree house fast enough. But on the way, he'd thought about his heavy robes being somewhat of an eye-catcher, knowing that very few players in Alfheim even used them anymore. So he'd gone back, searched his dresser for something the Mercenary Guild would not expect him to wear. And what he found there, tucked in a box near the corner, was exactly what he was looking for. After all, where better to hide than in plain sight?

So there he was, inspecting some cooking ingredients for his planned surprise dinner to thank Celestite for even trying to craft Kusanagi for him. He stood there, wearing a black sleeveless skin-tight turtle neck shirt that just exposed every curve of his muscled torso, along with just as equally tight forearm-length gloves that exposed the tips of his black-nailed fingers. A slim yet straight-cut pants hugged his legs, tied around his waist by a silver obi, whereas his feet lay protected by equally dark sandals. Finishing the get-up, the lower half of his face remained covered by his black mask. He looked like a ninja, arm muscles prominent and white hair exposed to the caressing breeze. The earrings on his equally exposed ears gleamed against the street lamp.

"You know," The vendor, a small leprechaun -smaller even than Celestite- with bright blue hair, began, his green eyes practically drinking in the sight that was Lorde. "I also have some stock on one-of-a-kind rare-type ingredients that you won't get anywhere else. It's in the back. I'm sure you'll just love it."

Lorde tilted his head to the side. He'd never heard of ingredients like those. He also didn't really need them since he knew he could cook well. But then again maybe Celestite liked exotic spices in his food. It wouldn't also be bad to have them just in case some new recipes came out and he wanted to try them. Going in the back -wherever it was- sounded like it would take some time though and he was already impatient to go and meet with the famous crafter, whose shop, he might add, was just there sitting to his left two or three feet away.

"Are the ingredients really that much of a wonder?" He asked, voice clear yet doubtful. There were a lot of merchants that spewed nonesense just to sell their wares and he had no idea if this guy was one of those.

"Oh, I'm suuuure, honey. It's absolutely divine." Lorde got the feeling that he was missing something vital here. And the way the guy sounded made his skin erupt in irritated goosebumps. But if the ingredients were that amazing then he guessed all wasn't bad.

"Just make sure it doesn't take too long." Were his words as he took a step.

He hoped the ingredients weren't expensive.

July 17, 2015

[7:07 PM, Celestite's Shop/Market Place]

Kusanagi was beautiful, even more beautiful than he could have imagined. He had thought the sword would look boring and dull, but he was oh so wrong. The simplicity of it was what made it spectacular. No one would suspect this plain black scabbard was hiding the greatest weapon created by the greatest crafter and wielded by the greatest warrior. It was perfect. There was nothing Celestite had created thus far that was more perfect than this.

But where was Lorde? Where had he run off to? Surely the man wouldn’t abandon his Kusanagi? Even if he were to abandon Celestite, he needed his sword….

With a deep, shaky breath, the Leprechaun shook the thought from his mind. No, Lorde cared about him. He wouldn’t use him then leave him. He wouldn’t take advantage of Celestite’s weak body, treat him so roughly yet so lovingly, then leave him as if nothing had happened just so he could get a free weapon.

He wasn’t the type. Not like the so called friends who copied his homework then wouldn't even talk to him. Not like the friends he made in Alfheim who promised to hang out with him, but really only wanted to tell people that they knew the master smith.

He just wasn't the type.

But just in case….

Celestite stood swiftly, throwing Kusanagi in his inventory. It wouldn’t do to leave his masterpiece here and give someone the chance to steal it. He would carry it with him to wherever Lorde was, find out why he was so late, and either settle his fears or realize them.

As he left his shop he told himself that he was crazy. That Lorde wouldn’t show up late, demand his sword, then leave. No. He would stay. Maybe he would take Celestite out to the forest so they could test the sword, but he would stay. They would have another night together. They would have many more nights together. Their bodies formed a bond and so had their hearts.

Right?

The lively, bustling city, filled with excited chatter, merchants shouting out their deals, and bright colors of various races, wings, and signs made Celestite cringe. When he was in such a sour mood all he wanted to do was bury himself in darkness, which was nearly impossible in this city. Another thing that was impossible was finding anyone in this damn place.

A shout would have sufficed. If Lorde were here all he would have to do is scream the man’s name and surely he would find the one who would respond to it. It was an easy thing to do, but he couldn’t. Not with how wanted this man was. If there was even an inkling that Lorde was here, word would get out and the Mercenary Guild would be back on him, trying to kill him for god knew why.

No. Celestite would have to use his eyes to search this place. And if he weren’t here well… Then he wouldn’t be getting his sword tonight. Or at all. Celes could log out and take a particularly long hiatus, preventing him from getting his precious Kusanagi. Or he could simply stash it in his inventory forever and let the other try to figure out how to get it. Or he could break it apart and use the scraps for a joke weapon with 0 ATK.

‘Let’s try to find him before we jump to conclusions.’

It was hard listening to the more reasonable part of the brain, especially when his emotions were all awry. He knew he was being spiteful, bratty, immature, but… After everything they had done. After he had given Lorde his body with no questions asked. After he allowed him to do those things to him…

Just the thought of losing the other made the little Leprechaun want to die.

But he agreed with reason. There was no point in jumping to conclusions. He could find him. He would find him. He would find out the reason why he was late. And hopefully he would laugh about it while he and Lorde went back to his shop where he would present the other with his legendary sword.

That was a better scenario.

So he looked, and looked, and looked. He ran around, using his speed to assist him in searching the market as fast as could. He searched and searched, and thankfully his searching paid off. He found him. He wouldn’t mistake those muscles or masked face anywhere. He had found his love shopping. Just shopping. Shopping at…

Not that slut.

Not that raunchy skank.

Celestite growled low in his throat as he stalked towards the booth of his--and mostly everyone’s--least favorite vendor. Taking advantage of people was his game. Stealing their items and reselling them after luring them into his trap… Don’t fall for it, Lorde! But it seemed Lorde was just as gullible as all the others.

“Idiot,” Celes whispered under his breath. He feet pounded hard on the ground as he walked, though the pounding came to an abrupt stop when his path was blocked.

A Salamander. Anyone could easily tell.

“Move. I have somewhere I need to be.”

“You’re Celestite, aren’t you?”

“No. Now move.”

But the Salamander just laughed. "That’s funny. We all know who you are. I need some weapons for my guild.”

“I’m not taking commissions.”

“But you’re--”

“I said move!”

Celestite quickly maneuvered around the giant and finally made his way to the shop that Lorde had disappeared into. Oh how he would kill that damn little Leprechaun. Oh how he would wring his neck, stab him two hundred times with his rapier, no more no less, oh how he would--

“Huh?”

Celes was roughly turned around only to be met with the intimidating Salamander once again.

“I don’t think you understand, smith. My guild is teaming up with the Mercenary Guild and--”

“I don’t care if you were teaming up with God’s angels. I’m not making weapons right now so deal with it. There are plenty of other good smiths around. Find them and for the right price they’ll happily make you guys weapons.”

But the Salamander just shook his head. Clearly, he wouldn’t give up on having the master craftsman, this particular master craftsman, make the weapons for a guild Celes wanted nothing to do with. This guy refused to take no for answer.

So force was necessary.

Celestite wasn’t ready for it. He wasn’t ready for the heavy hand that hit him so devastatingly hard on the cheek. He wasn’t ready for the powerful fist that punched him clean in his stomach. And he wasn’t ready for those hands to pick him up and throw him into the shop of the dirty Leprechaun. The far wall met him faster than he thought it would, the broken and chipped wood scraping his back as he slid down it, falling face down on the floor.

He couldn’t die, not while in his hometown. None of the fairies races had to worry about their HP diminishing while they were in their hometowns… But they could still feel pain. They could still be drained of energy.

And Celestite was most certainly in pain.

But then he saw him. As he placed his palms on the ground to try and lift his small, newly bruised body, his eyes rose to the two forms in front of him. One was Lorde and the other clinging to him….

“Don’t fall for that slut’s tricks….” Celestite said, trying to catch his breath. “He’s a thief.”

The joy of seeing his lover (even with that merchant all over him) and the anger of seeing that damn Leprechaun try to steal him away made him almost forget the Salamander that was determined to get Celestite to make him and his entire goddamn guild weapons and armor.

Almost.

July 17, 2015

[07:10 P.M.][Leprechaun Area, Merchant District]

A gourmet steak and lobster dinner. That was his plan; to make it while Celestite relaxed with a hot bubble bath. Lorde had purchased the best of the two main ingredients, costing anyone else what might have been a fortune enough to feed an entire guild. The seasonings had come next, but not all of them had been easy to find and some were actually unavailable in Alfheim. He had been disheartened by that one particular news, so he'd checked his inventory for what could pose as replacements.. but then he'd been overjoyed to see that even his cooking ingredients in SAO were there too. All of them.

In that game, Lorde had become proficient in surviving, in hiding, and in hurting other players that wanted to kill him without actually killing them in return. But when all those went away and he had some free time, he went hunting for ingredients; meat, fish, vegetables, fruits, herbs, spices.. everything that was considered edible in the game. In his cooking, he also liked to experiment. The put-random-things-like-potions-that-could-make-the-entire-kitchen-explode kind of experiments. Suffice to say, he'd had to renovate his small house in SAO every time that happened, but in those experiments, he had created wondrous food that could do a lot of things even the potions he used couldn't.

One such dish was his Gourmet Steak and Lobster. If made perfectly, it would give the one who ate it a 100% productivity boost in skills plus a minor speed and strength increase. He had no idea how those enhancements came to be, much less if they were even legal at all since for all the time he'd spent in SAO and Alfheim, he'd never heard of dishes such as the ones he made. Sure there were some food that increased statuses and gave buffs and increased experience gains, but most of them were potions and the edible ones were just plain hard to stomach. Maybe what he discovered was some kind of bug that no one else knew about.. if they did, such food would have already been rampant in the game. And many would use it for profit.. and huge amounts of it at that since the ingredients necessary were enough of a fortune to buy a small house.

So that was his plan; make Celestite a one-of-a-kind dinner as thanks for even considering to make him Kusanagi. But he got sidetracked because somehow he had thought that 'divine ingredients' were existent. He'd been caught up by the idea of new ingredients that he forgot that all the things he needed were already with him.. that if he wanted to try new things, it was better to ask Celestite first, since it was obvious that he'd been in Alfheim longer.

And when they got in the shop and the blue-headed leprechaun started to drape himself all over Lorde, one could just imagine his utter confusion at what was going on. And what was worse was that all he could stutter as unfamiliar hands started to roam his torso was to ask where those ingredients were. Okay so he probably should have seen this coming, thinking about it, he should have realized that there were no such things that the merchant had insinuated.. but perhaps he had been talking about something else. And that something else was now taking hold of his cock and Lorde almost just about shot him in the head with his Cross Pistol when Celestite went crashing inside the shop; telling the spriggan that the one molesting him was a thief and a liar.

Then magenta eyes saw the bruise that bloomed on that delicate cheek and Lorde just dropped everything in his haste to get to the other. The print was large; a hand. Judging by the size, it was one of the bigger races in Alfheim, considering the power behind the assumed attack, the race would need to be strong too. A Salamander then?

Lo and behold, said Salamander came striding into the shop. He was big, had an arrogant face.. and was so, so, not dead. Because dying would have been a mercy. Dying would have been too good for this son-of-a-newt. No. Lorde had more plans for him than dying.

The guy opened his mouth and before he could even utter a single sound, six shots rang through. And just like that, the Salamander fell with a crash, groaning and body twitching but unable to move. Lorde stood and took a step towards him.

"'I can't move'. That's probably what you're thinking." Came his muffled yet eerily calm voice, glasses and wood shattering and breaking as he stepped on them. "That's because two of my bullets hit the Glenoid Cavities of your shoulders, another two hit the Humeroulnar Joints of your elbows, and the last two hit the Anterior and Posterior Cruciate Ligaments of your knees." A cruel smile curved magenta eyes. "You won't be able to move your arms and legs, wings too for that matter since your bulky body is keeping them pinned. So with all that restrictions, you won't also be able to access your inventory for potions and won't be able to cast any spells. And anyone who tries to heal you, I will kill." He made sure that the last part was loud enough so that everyone within earshot heard him. He took another step.

"Many times, in this game, people think that they can get away with many things that they do just because they are stronger. They bully weaker players and act like they are their betters. You are one of those people." A hard foot descended on a heaving chest and a small shout was heard. Then Lorde leaned down, one hand going down to painfully grip the Salamander's hair. "The body can receive a lot of damage before dying. A small broken bone is extremely painful but will only cost you about five or ten HP. And you have a lot of HP.. and a lot of bones too." Came the almost giddy purr as bony wings stretched their terrible beauty and swiftly carried their master somewhere in the middle of the nearby forest.

He didn't want anyone to see what he planned on doing to the Salamander currently clutched at the hair.

"You know," He shouted against the whistle of the wind, making sure to grip the hair in his hands a little tighter than necessary. "They say that the senses get a boost when one is taken away. I'm not gonna blindfold you or anything. But I am gonna pluck out your eyes and shove one in your throat and the other in your ass. Don't worry, you'll survive. Stop wiggling! That's not even the scary part!"

[07:30 P.M.][Celestite's Shop]

Lorde sighed, gentle beats of his bony wings filling the air as he descended. He had been glad that he'd placed a high level illusion on himself before that entire ordeal with the Salamander, making sure that he looked nothing like himself.. made sure too that he barely acknowledged Celestite so that players wouldn't think that someone was actually protecting the leprechaun. That could get messy especially since some of the guilds didn't discriminate on their targets. He didn't want anyone going after Celestite and that was only possible if he was protected from the shadows. But what happened a while back was far from that.. who could blame him? No one hurt his leprechaun and got away with it.

He'd just been so angry.. couldn't even stop the trembling of his hands at the mere memory. How the itch to go back to that forest and heal the Salamander only to break him into pieces again. There would be no physical manifestation of what he did when the guy woke up in the real world, but the memory and possible mental trauma will be there. He doubted that he'd ever log-in Alfheim again.. that was if he ever got himself to log-out. Lorde did leave him with 1 HP. Okay, that might have been beyond cruel, considering that the burly guy had cried and begged for him.. but he was sure there were monsters there that would easily put him out of his misery.

And he'd also threatened that blue-haired merchant that he'd do the same to him should he reveal what the 'sadistic player' really looked like. The guy had agreed easily and had groped him, again, saying that he was always free if he wanted to have a taste of how masochistic the small leprechaun could be. Lorde had been disturbed, somewhat when the other had began mumbling about punishments and the like, leaving in a hurry with a mildly terrified look.

So there he was, hand curling around a brass doorknob before turning and pulling Celestite's door open.

"Tadaima." Lorde murmured in a subconscious greeting.

Oh how he just wanted to curl up around a warm body and rest.

July 18, 2015

[7:30, Leprechaun Market Place]

Frightening. Lorde was an intimidating presence on his own, but now… The anger that seeped out of him, the strong, hostile aura that surrounded him, the bloodlust that hung in the air. It was frightening.

But Celestite… He wasn’t frightened. He was curious. He was interested. This man that had done so much with him, to him wouldn’t dare let this Salamander get away with laying his hands on the little Leprechaun. From his dangerous words, Celestite knew this. From the carnage that Lorde was describing, the master crafter knew that this Salamander would be lucky if his body wasn’t torn apart and fed to wolves.

His protector slowly, calmly, wickedly explained to the giant man everything he had done to him and had given a hint as to what would come. His viperous tone sent chills down Celestite’s spine, but before the other could even whisper his lover’s name, the Spriggan was gone with the giant, terrified Salamander in tow.

Now left alone with that damned Leprechaun who Celestite blamed for all of this in the first place, all the one on the ground wanted to do was throw his rapier right through the little slut’s chest. But he didn’t. He staggered to his feet, glaring at the blue-haired Leprechaun as he made his way out of the pathetic little shop.

“Don’t think I can’t kill you myself. If you ever touch him again, I will.”

It was all Celestite bothered to say. This little Leprechaun wasn’t worth anymore of his breath. So he stumbled to his house, did his best to take care of the massively growing bruise on his cheek, though it was difficult since he tended not to keep potions stocked, and waited. He waited, and waited, and waited.

And there he was.

Lorde had slowly opened the door, mumbling a welcome, looking tired, drained, upset. Celes gave him a sweet smile, walking to him with open arms.

“Oh Lorde, my Lorde…” he whispered, taking the other in his arms. How tenderly Lorde had held him last night, how warm and safe he had felt in his embrace. Naked and wrapped in each other, Celestite had never wished so hard for time to stand still, for the two of them to turn to ice and remain in each other’s arm forever.

Celestite wanted to give that feeling to Lorde again.

“Come here.” He spoke softly in the other’s ear, giving it a gentle lick as he walked him to his petite sofa. First Celes fell onto the couch, then brought Lorde down with him, pressing the other’s head to his small, fragile chest.

“How can I thank you?” The Leprechaun said, gently running his fingers up and down Lorde’s arm and through his hair. “How can I thank you for keeping me safe? For defending me?” With a kiss to the other’s forehead, Celestite opened his inventory screen, showing Lorde the name that appeared amongst all the various weapons he had held onto.

“Look," he pointed the name of the special, special sword. "Here’s how I can start. She’s come back to you, Lorde. After all this time.” He clicked the name, and Kusanagi manifested in his hand. It was nice and heavy, just like Lorde wanted. He showed it to the other, offering it to him as more than a thank you. He had never worked so hard on anything. He wanted to show Lorde that he would do anything for him, that he could do anything for him. That Lorde's affection for him wouldn’t go unrecognized. For his kindness, his generosity, his protection, his trust, his love, Celestite would repay him for all of those with the same and more.

“This is just the beginning, darling. I plan to make you invincible. Here. Take Kusanagi back. She wants to go home so badly, to be by your side once again.”

Kusanagi was just the beginning of Celestite turning Lorde into the greatest fighter not only in ALO, but in every MMORPG that existed. But for tonight… Well, Celestite had other ways of thanking him for treating him so well.

July 18, 2015

[07:35 P.M.][Celestite's Shop]

Comforting. That was how it felt being encased in those small yet skillful arms.. how it felt being surrounded by Celestite's presence and warmth.. how the steady beats of his heart sounded. It felt safe.. it felt like home; the way Lorde just seemed to relax as he burrowed his face deeper in that petite chest, the raven's own brand of aroma surrounding him and just giving him that deep-seated feeling of serenity.

It wasn't that what he did to that Salamander emotionally drained him, rather, it was the fact that he promised that he'd protect Celestite and barely 24 hours had gone by and that promise had already been broken. He hadn't been there to prevent that Salamander from hitting the leprechaun, from causing him harm.. and Lorde felt responsible for that. He felt responsible for the bruise that now marred Celestite's perfect face. And after everything else was done, the crafter was the one who even comforted him, whereas it should have been the other way around.

It made Lorde happy, although he doubted that it showed, but more so, he did not understand how such.. emotions came to be. They were friends -guiltily with benefits- but was it normal to be this.. needy and affectionate of someone, or as protective even. He'd just tortured someone, a person, and it would probably take years and years of therapy just for the guy to be able to live a life not haunted by what happened.. all because of the fact that he'd lost his cool when he saw that Celestite had been hurt. And probably the worse thing about it was that he didn't even feel any remorse whatsoever. But the essential point was that he'd done something terrible to another human being, granted the fucker deserved it, but it was still something else to know that he could -would- do that again to anyone who harmed Celestite.

Was that normal when it came to friends? Lorde didn't know. And actually didn't care to find out. Because what they had.. it was perfect the way it was. How he wouldn't want to have this with anyone else. It made their bond all the more special.. made it all the more one-of-a-kind, because that was what Celetite was.. and he deserved nothing less.

Then his head was lifted and Kusanagi, his Kusanagi, was right in front of his face and the only thing he could care about was how beautiful Celestite had smiled. How it just made his heart clench when the thought that even if he had failed to make it, should he have smiled like that, Lorde wouldn't have minded in the least. Because that smile worthed more than just one lousy sword. He took it though, hand grasping the familiarity that was his weapon before gently depositing it on the floor just as his other hand went up to cover Celestite's eyes.

"You worked hard." He murmured, once he'd pulled down his mask enough to expose his smiling lips. And when said lips descended to claim the raven's own, Lorde's free hand had already started to tie that familiar blindfold over the leprechaun's closed eyes. "What were you thinking while making me my sword, Cel?"

A hand went down to slide beneath the smaller teen's shirt, calloused fingers dragging against pale hidden abdomen before stopping at a nipple and giving it a pinch. Pink lips latched on a slender neck, sucking and biting until it bruised as his other hand went beneath tight pants and groped a slowly hardening cock. "Did you think of me? Did you think of all the things we did? Of how you just didn't want to let go of my cock until you passed out?" He murmured against a neck that now sported multiple hickeys, his lips now traveling upwards to do the same to an angled jawline.

Then the hand in Celestite's pants went lower, two fingers probing the leprechaun's twitching hole before gently pushing the very tips inside. A soft panted breath escaped Lorde's lips at how the minuscule feeling of being inside the other made his cock harden so quickly. "Do you want me to fuck you again, Cel? Wanna feel my dick again inside your ass? Want us to defile your couch too?"

But then a thought came, completely out of left field; the dinner. And it reminded him that it came first before sex.. at least, that's what he'd read from somewhere. So with reluctant limbs, he pulled back, fixing his mask back on before removing Celestite's blindfold as he padded towards the kitchen and desperately willing his erection to die down for the time being. It remained hard, the traitor! But Lorde knew he'd still be able to cook so long as no raven-haired leprechaun decided to destroy his concentration.

"I'm gonna make dinner. Why don't you get in the bath?" He shouted from the doorway of the kitchen, a hologram of his ingredients hovering just in front of him.

It was time to see if he could cook in Alfheim just as well as he had in SAO.

July 19, 2015

[7:45 PM, Celestite's Shop]

Lorde, in just their one night together, had Celestite trained. The little Leprechaun knew the moment his eyes were covered that Lorde planned to do all the sensual, forbidden, and beautiful things to him that he had done last night. The moment darkness descended upon him, he knew tonight would be a continuation of the previous. Touching, moaning, panting, prodding, scratching, passion... It would all repeat here and now and he was more than ready.

The kiss was the start of it. Celestite tried to picture the other's face based on what he felt. As they kissed, his fingers ran over the other's nose and cheeks, and he took in how his lips so strongly captured his own... Yet he couldn't form the picture. All he saw were those eyes staring at him, seeing every little piece of him, pieces Celestite wouldn't dare let anyone else see.

Those eyes were his image of Lorde. It was all he had. The ever creative crafter couldn't put together the other's face like he could put together a sword or armor.

But one day... One day he would be able to see that handsome face. One day Lorde would allow him to gaze upon him and when he did Celestite would fully and completely be taken by the other. All faces would be come Lorde's. He would see nothing but the man who made his heart swell to the point it would burst.

For now though, he could handle just feeling what he couldn't see. The Spriggan’s lips took a hold of the small fairy's neck and wouldn't let go. Celestite moved his head to side, giving Lorde more room to ravage his pale, slender neck.

"Mhm... I thought of all that. It helped me... It helped me forge your weapon..."

It amazed Celestite how a simple touch from Lorde drove him wild. How easily he spread his legs for this man, how quickly his body reacted to the hands on him and the fingers teasing him. Deeper... More... His fingers weren't enough. They weren't enough...

Then brightness. It had been bright when he woke up in reality and brightness suddenly overtook his vision now. Just as he had been trained that darkness meant he and Lorde would screw each other senseless, he had been trained that light meant their night had come to an end.

But it wasn't completely over. Just temporary. Celestite almost laughed at Lorde. One minute he's about to fuck the little Leprechaun and the next minute something completely off-kilter comes out of his mouth and he's off to make dinner.

"Sure...." Was Celestite's response as he walked towards Lorde and pressed his nose against his back. Of course, the erection the other had was clearer than crystal, and Celestite couldn’t help but tease it just a bit before running off to his newly defiled shower.

"But only because I'm sure you'll enjoy the image of me bathing while you cook."

Piece by piece the clothes from Celestite’s body fell to the floor as he sauntered up the stairs, his mind now not only thinking about how Lorde would wreck him tonight, but what he would cook for him too. The situation made him more curious about Lorde. As water filled the bathtub Celestite wondered when the warrior found the time to raise his cooking skill. Even when Celestite first started this game as a nimble and quick fighter he quickly sacrificed his training in order to raise his crafting skill. Focus on one over the other. Be a master at one instead of half-assing both. That had been his mentality and now, while he was by far weaker than anyone he knew, he was the best blacksmith in all of ALO.

It seemed that Lorde, however, found the time to master fighting as well as a trade.

When the tub was full Celestite slid in and sighed as the warm water surrounded his body. It calmed his mind and yet at the same time reminded him of his night of passion. He smiled widely, though tried to keep his mind on the meal that would be served tonight rather than the cock that would be penetrating him.

“SAO….” he mumbled, nonchalantly running one of his bath soaps over his long, slender legs. It had to have been SAO. After spending two years in the game, Lorde must have practiced his fighting skills to the point that they could only be described as perfect. However, there had to have been down time too. Time that didn’t involve fighting to survive. Perhaps in that time, Lorde practiced his cooking skill and perfected that alongside his many other abilities.

“Lorde, my Lorde….” A smile formed on the Leprechaun’s face as he thought about how his lover was downstairs, waiting to serve him a wonderful meal before they started playing. It was romantic. It was something lovers did. True lovers… Not friends with benefits. The affection and tenderness Celestite felt grew in his heart until it exploded in little fireworks all inside his body. His legs tingled, his wings fluttered, his eyelids drooped, his fingers teased at his own growing arousal….

No, no…. He wouldn’t spoil himself here. He would allow Lorde to make him cum again, as many times as he could.

Oh how he missed him. How he wished the other was in the tub with him. He needed him, but he needed to be patient. Lorde had an entire meal to cook after all. So he took his time in rubbing the scented soap over him. He took his time making sure it was all washed off. He took his time drying himself and looking in the mirror to make sure he was perfect for his lover.

Almost perfect. He was just almost perfect. The bruises on his body, the ones Lorde left on his hips from last night and the new ones on his neck were beautiful to Celestite. He couldn’t have asked for anything better. But the one on his face…. He thought it made him look ugly. To think Lorde had to see him like that. To see him get bullied, unable to defend himself.

How ugly.

It would go away soon enough. But for now it was an eyesore and a reminder of something that neither one of them wanted to think about.

With a sigh and a touch to his cheek, Celestite made his way back downstairs with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The fun of having Lorde undress him again, even if it was just a towel, was far too tempting to resist.

“Hey.” Celestite smiled as he trotted towards his lover, hanging off of his arm as he placed a kiss on his broad shoulder. “How’s the meal coming along? Is it done? Oh! Smell me!” A giggle escaped him as he gave his odd request and held out his arm to Lorde. “Crafters are pretty talented. We’re good at putting things together to make magic. I made this soap a long time ago and I’ve used it ever since. Do you like it?”

July 19, 2015

Modest. That was how Celestite kitchen was, made the fact that he didn't really cook much all the more evident. But Lorde was fine with it, especially when he saw that it was complete with whole sets of pots and pans. He doubted they were really meant to be used since most just tended to be decorative ornaments that just made the place look like a good replica of what they had in the real world. There were NPCs that sold food after all, and even some players that enjoyed crafting them. Nevertheless, they were still functional, as was the stove.

He turned it on, bluish flames bursting into life and giving off that soft and gentle warmth. Then he took off his lower-face mask and replaced it with his rarely used Masquerade one that instead hid the upper portion of his face. He did need his mouth to taste what he would be cooking.. and it would also mean that he wouldn't need to blindfold Celestite anymore for their after-dinner activities. The thought made his exposed lips curl into a small smile.

But then he was back to being a cook; preheating his oven and saucepans and washing the steamers he was going to use. He had read somewhere before that when it came to crafting, SAO and Alfheim were much the same; the crafters gathering all the ingredients and just letting the system create them without much effort. But that wasn't how Lorde did his cooking since he wouldn't be able to do his experimental recipes otherwise. So he did it all like it was in the real world, where it took time, understanding and talent to create something spectacular. He wouldn't say that he was a great cook, but he'll admit that he could make a few complicated dishes.

He checked his inventory, made sure that the right ingredients were there before materializing them on the polished counter. First was the aged rib-eye steak that he'd bought from a dragon farming merchant. He'd used the same in SAO and it had taken him quite a fortune to figure out that cooking dragon steak was very different from beef steak. It needed to be steamed first to loosen up the hard muscle and consecutively open up the pores. So with smooth precision, he dropped them on the steamer and set it to medium heat. That would probably take the longest, but the already open lobster tails came a close second. And with that, another steamer came on to hold them inside.

Next came the sauce, but Lorde had also learned that simplicity was key when it came to its spices. But for that evening, he would go a bit more extravagant, namely the potion that he'd substituted the wine for. It was rare, he wasn't even sure if they had it in Alfheim, but he had enough from SAO that he didn't mind using one. But first he sauté'd shallot -He guessed even virtual games had basic spices- until it was soft and the aroma began to permeate the small kitchen, then came the mushrooms, sauté'd until they were golden brown, followed by herbs he only knew through what they looked like. They were like peppercorns.. but less peppery in appearance. He gently stirred them with a spatula, magenta eyes turning slightly to the side to check the two steamers for progress.

But now came the hard part.. where it could either turn successful or just blow up in his face. That was the catch. His experiments produced one-of-a-kind foods but there was always a chance of them failing.

He first added the wine sauce, making sure to to stroke the pan just so, so that the green flames that burst out didn't burn anything. Then slowly, he let the potion trickle into the mix. It sizzled and hissed, boiling from clear to thick golden in color. Then its sweet aroma came and Lorde knew he'd been successful. But there was no time for a small celebration as he started to remove the steak and lobster tails from the steamers.

They gleamed beautifully and Lorde gave them a soft poke just to make sure they were the right softness as they cooled for a bit, making sure that the tails were already on two separate plates, where he added some butter on top to melt and a bit of ready-made baked potato on the side. He let the dragon steak cool a bit more, knowing that if he immediately seasoned it, it would just ruin the still too tender meat. It needed to harden slightly for it to work. But as he went back to the saucepan, Celestite returned; hanging off his arm and just plain distracting him with his half-nakedness.

Lorde gave him an amused smile, lips gently planting a kiss at the hand that was offered to him before giving it a sniff. "You do smell good. Pampered yourself a little, I see?" He murmured teasingly, taking a spoon before delicately scooping a bit of what he already knew as an out-of-this-world-tasting sauce before gently pressing the filled silverware against the leprechaun's lips. "Taste and tell me if that sauce isn't worthy to be an orgasm for the mouth." He smirked, pearly teeth visible with the smug lilt of his voice. "The dragon steak is not nearly done yet, but the lobster tails only needs some of this sauce to be ready."

He set the flames of the saucepan to low before gently grabbing it and using his spatula to scoop some of the contents onto the waiting buttered lobsters, making sure that the sauce was spread along the baked potatoes too. Placing the saucepan back into the low heat, Lorde grabbed one of the lobster plates before handing it to Celestite and announcing with a small flourish, "Bon apetite."

Just as his leprechaun took the first bite, Lorde turned and began to work on the steak. It was simple; rub it with the spices then some of the oil then to be placed in the preheated oven. They just needed to wait for it to be done. So he took his own plate of lobster, removed a small bit with his spoon and affectionately offered it for Celestite to eat.

What they were doing, felt like what lovers did.. the domesticity of it and the emotions that hung in the air. It wasn't bad and it did make Lorde happy, for once.. but he didn't really understand if this was what friends did or if this was how Celestite generally acted with his other 99 friends in the game. Somehow he couldn't fathom the latter being true.. it didn't sit well with him and he knew that it wasn't the case. Celestite could be a bit playful -from the few things that Lorde had observed- but he doubted that he was this intimate with everyone else. He saw the master smith as a monopolizer when it came to.. the things that they did.. probably wouldn't even think of doing the things they did with anyone else.

But if that were true, then what made Lorde special? What made Celestite want to be with him like the way they already were? Was it the fact that he agreed to help him find Excalibur or was it the fact that Lorde was just that one-of-a-kind of a player? He didn't understand and his stomach clenched at the thought of the possibility that someday Celestite could discard him when the things he wanted from Lorde wasn't there anymore.

He shook his head. That night wasn't for heavy things like that. It was for them to just be themselves, no fear of the outside world and just them in their own little haven. He leaned forward and unceremoniously gave the small teen a soft kiss on the lips, nothing sexual, but just filled with affection and emotions he couldn't understand just yet.

"Is it better now that you can see me while I kiss you?" He murmured, their lips a few centimeters apart before once more meeting in a kiss just as soft as the previous one.

This was their night and Lorde was going to make sure that Celestite enjoyed the rest of it.

July 19, 2015

“Mhm. I did pamper myself. I don’t normally do that. Next time, I’ll cook and you can pamper yourself, okay? Or maybe you’ll let me pamper you for you.”

But there was more that needed to be acknowledged than just Celestite’s flowery scent. Lorde’s face… The petite fairy tilted his head, raising a hand to run his delicate fingers along the lower half of the face that had been hidden to him all this time. Those full lips… That slender nose… That chin that could belong only to a model….

Lorde was more handsome than Celestite had even begun to imagine.

But something was tickling him in the back of his mind. There was a strong sense of familiarity as he gazed upon the features that were supposed to be brand new to him. He had seen those lips before. And the nose. And the chin. The pieces of the puzzle he had slowly gathered started to form a picture, but it was blurry and unreadable. Where had he seen this face before? Maybe in the papers when talk of SAO was rampant?

That had to have been it. Right?

The confusion that clouded over him and blocked out anything else was lifted the moment he tried Lorde’s amazing, simply to die for sauce. He smiled at his lover and gave an over exaggerated moan of pleasure as he pressed himself against the other.

“My mouth is spasming from it’s climax as we speak. How did you learn to make these flavors in a game? They’re amazing~” One way to Celestite’s heart, and probably the most direct route, was through his stomach and Lorde had not only protected the Leprechaun, but fed him too. One of a kind was the only to describe this wonderful man. One of a kind.

And the food… When Celestite took a bite of those luscious lobster tails he could only describe the food as one of a kind too. Buttery, moist, with flavors that danced on his tongue and ran down his spine. The moan he gave this time sounded far more like the moans he gave when Lorde was shoving himself of him.

“How is this possible? I didn’t know flavors like this could exist in a game.”

And that wasn’t all…. There was a steak that the pair would partake in soon too. A steak. A dragon steak. Cooked by Lorde who had proven himself as much of a master chef as Celes was a master smith.

He needed that damn steak.

But for now, while it cooked to complete and utter perfection, he enjoyed Lorde feeding him the delectable food that was already cooked.

How wonderful it felt to have this man near him. Together, in their little kitchen, in their little house complete with their minimal amount of furniture in the middle of a bustling town, they were two little lovers, two little playmates, two little somethings that Celestite was quickly falling in love with. He didn’t know how to describe their relationship. They were friends… With benefits. But more than that too. They did more than just fuck last night. They danced. They made slow, tender love. They agreed to help one another in their impossible endeavors. And tonight Lorde had saved Celestite from the brutal beating he was sure to have received from the Salamander. Lorde even cooked for him when it was the little Leprechaun who should have been doing something so big for him to thank him for cleaning him and the house last night. For taking such good care of him.

Friends with benefits didn’t do all that.

Friends with benefits also didn’t kiss each other so affectionately. Friends with benefits didn’t feel their hearts jump at the thought of their partner or suddenly run out breath at the sight of their partner. The butterflies in their stomachs didn’t go crazy, their legs didn’t become weak, their mouth didn’t dry, their spines didn’t tingle all because of their partner.

But Lorde… Lorde made Celestite feel things he never knew existed. He didn’t want to break the sweet, tender kiss they shared, and thankfully after speaking, Lorde kissed him again. How needy had the smaller one become? How desperately did he need to have Lorde beside him, kissing him and touching him?

His addiction to this drug manifested faster than he thought it would.

“Yes. Let me see you, Lorde….” The raven gently lifted the beautiful mask that covered the upper half of Lorde’s face, smiling widely at the sight beneath it. There he was. His Lorde. The man he had become so attached to in such a short period of time. The man who fed him and touched him and would love him all night until Celes passed out from the pure bliss of it all. There he was in front of him.

Though he couldn’t help but think, ‘Where have I seen this face before?’

What he wound up saying was, “You’re so gorgeous. Do you know that? Are you told often how handsome you are? If not, then it’ll start today. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop staring at you.”

He gently kissed each of Lorde’s cheeks before cupping them in his hands and placing a soft kiss on his lips. His adoration for this man grew each time he saw him, each time he thought of him.

“Why… Why do you keep your face hidden?” He asked quietly, his lips speaking against the other’s. “Is it a fear that occurred while you were in SAO? I doubt you do it for aesthetic purposes. Even going so far as to blindfold me--not that I minded really. But what are you hiding under these masks, Lorde? A face this beautiful should be shown off.” A chuckle and smirk followed his statement. “Well, not anymore. Now this mask is the door to a temple that only I can enter. Only I can see inside of it.”

And as a result of seeing inside that temple, Celestite only had eyes for Lorde. No one else mattered. No one else deserved his attention. Whether they be customer or friend or stupid slutty shopkeeper…. Celestite’s eyes would only allow him to see Lorde, to focus on him, to make weapons and armor for him, to love and cherish only him.

“Now that I’ve seen you we belong to each other fully. Don’t you agree? You’re all mine, Lorde.”

July 20, 2015

[08:00 P.M.][Celestite's Kitchen]

The mask, the one that hid Sakurai beneath.. the very thing he used to conceal that blank marble he called a face.. that one piece of small virtual coding that kept him from feeling self-conscious as to what people might have thought he looked like.. that one thing that separated game from reality, was removed, taken away by gentle and curious hands. He was revealed before he could do anything about it, was forced to be Sakurai -high school student, swim club member, librarian, indifferent, blank-faced, lonely Sakurai- instead of his alter-ego Lorde -cold, ruthless, powerful, skillful, protector, confident, happy Lorde- and the fear that Celestite wouldn't like the him that lay sleeping outside of this world made him almost tremble.

If he was Lorde, it was okay to get attached.. if he was Lorde, it was fine to have casual sex with a stranger.. if he was Lorde, it was fine to be a dark protector.. if he was Lorde, it was fine to indulge in lovemaking. But now, he wasn't Lorde. Now he was Sakurai, plain and boring. If he was Sakurai, he would want what they had here in the real life too, because Celestite made him feel all kinds of things, confusing they may be, but still he welcomed them all. If he was Sakurai, he'd also want the Celestite that was sleeping in the real world. If he was Sakurai.. he'd want what he couldn't have.

That silent revelation made his heart hurt, constricted his lungs until there was no air left inside to provide him oxygen. The jumble of emotions he had made him weak.. and still outside, his face remained impassive.

But then the small leprechaun had said that he was gorgeous, that he was handsome, that he'd never be able to stop staring at him, and the kiss on his cheeks that followed settled him.. somewhat. It abated all those feelings, but not completely eradicated. He doubted he wanted them to be gone anyway. Even if he still didn't understand them, he knew that they were somehow important. That they were pointing to him something big that he just couldn't recognize yet. So when he was asked of the reason he put on a mask, he had no choice but to tell the truth.

"When the Sword Art Online incident happened, all the avatars of the players trapped inside changed," He began, voice soft at the distant memory. "The avatars were replaced with how we actually looked like outside of the game. This," A pale hand lifted, black-nailed fingers hovering over the once hidden features. "is how I really look like outside of the virtual world. I put on a mask not because I am ashamed of what I look like, but to make people stop from comparing me with dolls or statues.. as if I am one of them.. as if I didn't feel." Yet his face still remained contradictory with how blank it was despite the storm that raged within magenta eyes. "I wear a mask so that I have a distinction.. so that inside I am Lorde, perfect and mysterious.. and outside I am Sakurai, plain and boring.." He sighed, hand gently flicking the oven off before leaning his back against the kitchen counter. "That mask was what I used to hide myself.. just like how every other player here uses their avatars to hide themselves."

He smiled then, eyes closing, head tilting slightly to the side and lips curving in a sad arch. "But I guess even this I can't hide from you." Was what he murmured before leaning close to Celestite and pressing their lips together in a lingering kiss; the first that both of them could see. It held affection, it always did, confusion, and perhaps some latent fear. "I'll be busy tomorrow and the next day, so I won't be able to come online. You should start your strength training during that time. Do it with monsters that are easily as strong as you and climb your way up." Came another murmur when they finally parted. "When I get back on Sunday, we'll do a bit of a practice match. And hopefully by Monday we can go and scope out the place you've been talking about; see if we need to train you more or if you can just stay as my back-up."

Then he leaned back and began walking towards the front door.

"I'm sorry for doing this, for ruining what might have been a wonderful night, but I need a bit of fresh air to think." Was what he said before he turned back, cupped Celestite's cheek in a warm hand before letting their lips meet in another kiss. "Don't start blaming yourself, okay? I just have a few things I want to think and figure out." Then he was out the door and into the skies before the small leprechaun could even grab him back.

[08:15 P.M.][Tallest tower's roof of the Ancient Ruins beside Lorde's Treehouse]

Bright and large. That was how the moon was in Alfheim. Even barely full, it illuminated the entire land, chasing away shadows and giving the players who traveled during the night a much more serene experience. It was beautiful; everyone knew about it and sometimes there were those who just wanted to grab it. For Sakurai, it reminded him of Celestite. How everyone just knew him, wanted to be bathed in his presence, craved what he could provide. He was bright, large and beautiful as well.

Sakurai wanted to grab him and just hide him away inside his palm. To keep all that glow to himself and never share it to anyone else. Never let anyone besides himself see it. He was being selfish, he knew, and didn't understand why. They barely knew each other and yet Sakurai couldn't help but crave him.. more than he did when he was Lorde. Wanted him more than Lorde did.. because in the end, it was Lorde who got Celestite. It was Lorde who got to wake up with Celestite. And it was Sakurai who woke up alone.

He laughed, small and bitter. This world was his haven.. his escape from reality.. but oh how he wanted this world to be his reality instead.. how he would have morbidly enjoyed it should the incident of SAO happened in Alfheim too. Just for one person he didn't even know. He didn't understand and that very fact only made him frustrated and slightly agitated. How what he felt just consumed him and burned everything else away. He didn't know what to do. Didn't know what thoughts to focus on. Didn't know what to feel at the fact that he left Celestite all on his own, knowing that even at this hour there could be people that wanted to harass the master crafter.

What was it about Celestite that affected Sakurai so? Was it the fact that he was the first friend he made in Alfheim? The white-head scoffed. He doubted that very much. He knew that if it was someone else then he probably wouldn't even give them any passing thought. Not because he made him Kusanagi -which he just remembered, he forgot to take with him- and also not because he offered adventure. There was just that.. connection and chemistry between them that he didn't have nor want with anyone else. They worked, simple as that.

But then, that was Lorde and Celestite.

Sakurai was.. inferior when compared with Lorde. Sakurai was nothing while Lorde was everything. That was why he gave that name to his alter-ego in the first place. Lorde was a king and Sakurai was just an orphan student.

Then with a soft sigh, the mask -one that hid all of his face- came on and Lorde was back again.

July 20, 2015

[8:00 PM, Celestite's Kitchen]

Sakurai.

Alloise Sakurai. Student. Swim club member. And acquaintance to Ichihara Shiro.

That Alloise Sakurai.

The moment the name was said Celestite knew exactly where he had seen that handsome face. He knew where he had heard that sultry voice. He knew where he had stared into those magenta eyes. All of the little familiarities came crashing into him like a destructive wave, and he suddenly felt rather ashamed of himself. How could he be so invasive? How could pry so hard into another person’s life? He was curious, yes, but nosy mostly. How could he do such a thing and to someone he cared so much about?

It was because he cared so much about Lorde that he pryed the way he did. All of the other people he knew, all of the 99 ghosts on his friends list… He didn’t care. He had gotten their names and added them to his collection, which was all it was, and watched as they forgot about him. The names in his list were nothing more than tombstones representing friendships that had started and died out as soon as they began.

But Lorde wasn’t like that. He didn’t forget about Celestite as soon as he added him to his friend’s list. He went to his shop. He talked to him. He laughed with him. He made love to him and made sure he was well afterwards. Then they met up again. Lorde had protected him. Lorde had defended him. Cooked for him. Kissed him so sweetly and gently.

“Lorde, I… I’m so sorry.” To think Sakurai had his face revealed to everyone in Sword Art Online and Celestite had torn away his one defense. The only thing he had that made him feel like he could take on the world. No one, absolutely no one in MMORPGs wanted to play themselves. It was the point of having an avatar and an alias. And Lorde… He could never realize that point. He couldn’t in SAO and now in ALO his face had been revealed. And to think if he knew that Celestite was really Ichihara Shiro….

“Oh Lorde, my Lorde….” Celestite clung to him, but it didn’t matter. Lorde already told him he wouldn’t be here the next few days. The words drove a sword as sharp as Kusanagi right through the little Leprechaun’s heart. It bled deep and the pain was unbearable. Celestite wanted to fall to the floor, cry until his eyes ran out of tears, and scream and cry out for his lover to stay.

But he couldn’t move. His legs turned to cement and he couldn’t move them. He couldn’t move when he was kissed. He couldn’t move when Lorde said his good-bye. He couldn’t move when the other turned and left, leaving Celestite alone with the phantom kiss and the smell of delicious food all around him.

“L-Lorde… Sakurai….”

Sakurai. Poor Sakurai. His poor Sakurai….

“No!” Finally finding his voice and the will to move, Celestite quickly dressed himself with spare clothes in his inventory. All black clothes again, but this time clothes that were even lighter than the ones he wore before. Little slip ons that resembled ballerina shoes to covered his petite feet, shorts that hugged his thighs, a simple V-neck tank top, and a long sweater made of the thinnest material available in SAO. He ran towards his door, only stopping to grab the forgotten Kusanagi, then flew out into the night sky in pursuit of Lorde.

[8:17 PM, Skies outside of Spriggan Territory]

He was the best crafter in all of ALO; no one else could compare. Of all the master smiths this game had to offer, player and NPC, Celestite was the best of the best. It was what he was known for. It was how he made a living in this fairy realm. It was how he expressed his creativity when he found it difficult to do so in any other way.

There was something else he was known for, though. It was more common that people knew this when he was fighting. When he hung up his rapier in exchange for his hammer, however, people had forgotten this little fact about Celestite.

He was fast.

He was incredibly fast.

Using a rapier, Celestite had put most of his experience points in speed rather than strength. Rapier wielders needed speed and defense, nothing more. What would take a strong warrior ten minutes to kill, Celestite would need twenty, but he could do it. He could zip around the enemy, confuse them, chip away at the life until it was too late for them to do anything anything about it. Plus, he was a great distraction and often used to simply play that role when he participated in quests with parties.

But now he had no need for speed in fighting. He used his speed to fly around the world of Alfheim as many times as he wanted.

And this time he used his speed to keep up with Lorde.

Clutching Kusanagi to his chest, Celestite’s wings flapped harshly, the feathers scraping against each other in a deafening, screeching sound, and the gears clicking and turning like a broken wind up toy.

He was going too fast. Faster than he ever had before.

But he needed to go faster. He couldn’t let those death like wings escape him. He couldn’t let Lorde disappear. He couldn’t let Sakurai hide away without giving Celestite the chance to apologize and tell him how he felt about him, how he drove him wild, how he needed his warmth, how he wanted so badly for them to remain in each other’s arms. He needed to tell him how his body turned to gold when he touched him; he needed to tell him how just hearing his voice made him scream in pleasure; he needed to tell him how his heart couldn’t contain the emotions he felt for him.

Lorde. Sakurai.

They needed to know.

Faster. Faster. Faster. It hurt how fast he was going. The wind stung his eyes, the muscles in his back cried like they were being whipped, his mechanical wings threatened to break apart from the nuts and bolts to the metal plates that made up his feathers.

But it didn’t matter. Faster. It was the only way to get to Lorde. Faster. It was the only way to get to Sakurai. Faster. It was the only way his affection could reach them.

Then he saw him. The Spriggan that had sank into the darkness suddenly appeared again the brightness of the moon. The person he thought he lost revealed himself in the comfort of the moonlight. His darling. His Lorde. And now his Sakurai too.

“Lorde!” The Leprechaun screamed the other’s name, only then realizing he wouldn’t stop in time for a safe landing. A yell escaped his lips as he did his best to stop, only to crash into the arms of the precious man who sat atop the ruins like a protector watching over his city. Kusanagi was cushioned between Celestite's thin arms and soft chest, and Lorde's muscular chest, keeping it from getting damaged in the crash landing. Still, even if this was how Celes wound up in Lorde's arms, he was just happy to be there.

“Lorde.”But there was no time to relish in the fact he was being held by his darling. Sitting on his knees, Celestite held out the precious sword to his lover, his friend, his everything. “Don’t forget her again. She misses you so much. Take her like you’re supposed to or I’ll keep her for myself.”

Now that the business with the sword was taken care of there was more damage control that needed to be done. Lorde… His Lorde… His Lorde who had hid in the shadows, shrouded himself in darkness, kept his face hidden from all, had felt exposed. He had felt violated. And it was all Celestite’s fault.

“Come here. Please, hold me.” For the second time that night Celestite opened his arms to Lorde, inviting him to place himself within them to experience all the safe and warm feelings that accompanied them. And Celestite too needed to be held. He needed his Lorde to reassure him he would never leave him. He needed reassurance that he wouldn’t abandon him like the 99 people he had tried so hard to stay friends with.

“I’m sorry,” Celestite whispered helplessly, breathlessly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know, my darling. I didn’t know. I should have never broken your trust like that. I should have never taken off your mask. I….” He looked up at the other who now had that ever present mask back on his face. To Celestite Lorde didn’t look like a doll or a statue. How could someone with so much passion look like something that was dead inside? It wasn’t possible.

“I only saw you for a moment, but what I saw…. It was you. It was Lorde and… And Sakurai. Anyone who says you look blank does not deserve to be in your presence. Your passion… I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your kisses. My body remembers it so well. I could feel your smile against my lips when I was blindfolded and now that I know your face I can see it in my head. I can picture it so clearly.”

Thin hands reached up to cup Lorde’s face in them. Never again. Never again would Celestite dare let this man go. Never again would he give him a reason to leave him. Never again would he betray his trust or bring his insecurities to light. No more accidents. Or more treacherous, damaging, hurtful accidents.

“I can’t imagine how hard it must be to not be able to hide yourself in this game. But… You’re safe in my arms. I promise. I won’t hurt you anymore, Lorde. I won’t make you run away from me. I’ll only make you smile. I’ll prove to your that your face isn’t blank or boring. I’ll prove to you that Lorde and Sakurai are one in the same, that they’re both interesting and fun, that they both smile when they want and that… They just haven’t surrounded themselves with people who can break the plastic on their face to reveal what it truly looks like.”

Just like Celestite--Shiro--Lorde had a lack of friends. It didn’t seem like it for Shiro, but so far the only person who could put a true, genuine smile on his face was Sakurai. His plastic smile finally transformed into a real one the moment he met Lorde. And he was sure Lorde felt the same way. He had to….

“You’re you, Lorde. You’re Sakurai too. And it drives me crazy how much I care about you. So don’t run away from me anymore.

Just… Just love me like you did before. I trust you and no one else. I believe in you and no one else. I want to make weapons and armor for you and no one else. I want to give my body to you and no one else. And one day… I’ll give you my body in the real world. You’ll see my real face. You’ll know my real name. I’ll hand it all over to you, every little piece of me. It’ll all be yours.”

Soon. Soon.

July 20, 2015

[08:20 P.M.][Ancient Ruins]

The Silence, it was blissful. How sometimes it just drowned-out everything else and just left melancholy in its wake. Many people disliked that trait. Many avoided it at all costs. But Lorde, he had never avoided it; had accepted silence as a part of his life, as a friend and constant companion. And in turn, silence made him feel settled, serene and in peace. It absorbed his worries and just allowed him to exist and be still. For a long time, silence had become Lorde's sanctuary, something he craved when everything just poked and prodded at him and all he wanted was for it all to pause so that he could breathe. For him to feel not so confined.. for him to be free.

But then Celestite came into the picture and silence had been forgotten.

The leprechaun could make him feel so many things, could also provide the very things that silence did and more. Lorde was a fighter, a warrior that had been through much bloodshed and strife. His kind were the ones that protected people, made them feel safe and secure. And then there was, again, Celestite; the one Lorde wanted to protect, but now was the one actually making the spriggan feel safe and secure within the confines of those petite arms.

He'd come barreling at him at full speed, almost sending the both of them in what might have been a deadly spiral to the ground should it not for their wings that safely floated them down to a more languid pace. Lorde hadn't expected the raven to follow him, hadn't expected for Celestite to give him Kusanagi once more, and most of all, hadn't expected the master crafter to ask to be held. But now that Lorde did, he hand't expected just how much he held onto him, like he was a lifeline, like he would disappear at a moment's notice.

For the longest time, he had enjoyed the company of silence. Now, he wanted that silence broken.. wanted Celestite's voice there instead, his laughter, his moans, his sighs and screams of pleasure, his tears.. his everything.

Being held by the small leprechaun was good too, even the reprimand that he'd given about him taking away Kusanagi if Lorde didn't take her in permanently. He'd smiled, beneath his mask, and held on tighter, wishing that said mask was nonexistent at the moment with how he wanted to feel the warmth of Celestite's chest against his cold and unfeeling face.. wanted it to melt away and show everything that was inside. But he couldn't let go just yet.. couldn't unclench his fingers against that slim waist.. couldn't stand to be physically apart even if it were just mere inches.

But nonetheless, he had taken one hand away to take his sword, the one that would keep Celestite safe, the one that would cut down those who wanted to harm his leprechaun, and added it to his equipped weapons; to appear only when necessary.

And then, as Lorde remained silent, Celestite began talking; breaking that silence once more and just making the spriggan feel.

How Lorde loved him then, pure and simple, with the things he said that calmed him down.. reassured his fears and just be the amazing creature that he was. Was that.. what it was? Love? Did he feel for Celestite like that, even barely after just two days? Was it possible to feel so.. in need of a stranger one barely knew? Was that how it worked? So many questions that still confused him, but for the moment, they were not needed to be answered.. for the moment he just wanted Celestite's words to wash over him and feel that delightful clench in his stomach whenever he was near his raven.

“You’re you, Lorde. You’re Sakurai too. And it drives me crazy how much I care about you. So don’t run away from me anymore.

Just… Just love me like you did before. I trust you and no one else. I believe in you and no one else. I want to make weapons and armor for you and no one else. I want to give my body to you and no one else. And one day… I’ll give you my body in the real world. You’ll see my real face. You’ll know my real name. I’ll hand it all over to you, every little piece of me. It’ll all be yours.”

That last one.. Lorde -Sakurai- had no words to describe what it made him feel.. how it made his heart clench, along with his stomach going into knots.. how it just made him want to laugh and weep at the same time. He didn't understand but they were far from unwelcome.

And it was impossible for him to keep his mask on, after all that.

So he pulled back, lifted a hand from a warm waist before going to clutch at the dark mask and just pulled it off with a flick; the item gently clattering on the ground to be forgotten and revealing once more Sakurai that laid beneath. Then he was leaning forward to press two pink lips in a consuming yet equally loving kiss. It was simple, nothing compared to the hot and messy kisses they'd shared the night prior, but it made his emotions crash and rise like a giant wave that flowed beneath his skin before touching a live wire somewhere and just made everything tingle with hair-raising sparks.

Was this how he loved Celestite..?

But then he couldn't really think when their heads tilted just that bit to the side and their mouths slotted perfectly together and their tongues began to explore. It was quite a lot more intense even when compared to the fucking that they did with their bodies. That had been want and curiosity. This.. this was need and all emotions. It made Celestite's taste all the more addicting. And Lorde wanted more.

Breathing through his nose, he'd unconsciously pulled the leprechaun in his lap, had held him there with a hand on his ass and the other just beneath the hinge of his jaw, and when he pulled just in the slightest, their frames became as one in a line that left no space in the middle. His pale deathly wings had curved around them, caging them in its skeletal frame as if keeping them away from the outside world and into a small space that was just their own.

And when Lorde had pulled back, erotic string of saliva connecting their still parted lips, the sight of a flushed Celestite in front of him, it was all he could do to stop himself from eating the crafter whole. The fireflies that had gathered all around them gave him all the more reason that having sex outside was something that Celestite didn't deserve. He deserved to be taken in a bed, where he could be as loud and filthy as he wanted.. where he could beg for Lorde to go harder, faster.. where he could breathily moan and pant as the spriggan pumped him full with his cum.

So he stood, taking Celestite with him, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone.

[08:25 P.M.][Lorde's Treehouse]

They reappeared, seconds later, in front of what looked like an old oak tree; majestic and lonely as it stood alone beside the small river that passed near the ruins. It didn't look out of the ordinary, its leaves plump and rusting against the breeze as a myriad of fireflies skittered their soft lights along the trunk and branches.

Lorde gently let Celestite on the ground, grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers before taking a step forward. And the illusion lifted, revealing a treehouse that wasn't carved-out from the tree but was actually grown-into it.

He smiled, magenta eyes shining as his fee hand gave a small wave. "Welcome to my small home here in Alfheim." Was his soft murmur as they began walking towards the front doors.

This treehouse, it had come from SAO as a modifiable seed, given as a reward for one particularly grueling quest near the top of the floating tower. He'd earned it and during his down time, when he wasn't cooking, he'd modified the tree that the seed could make. He'd first only added a small living space and nothing more.. but then his ideas expanded and before he knew it, he already had a small three-story house inside the seed.

An oval living room took most of the base trunk; complete with cotton sofas and feathered cushions, a spacious kotatsu in the middle, some various plants that grew with the wood of the tree on the edges, and thick dark curtains that sinuously draped over the two windows. An open archway separated the first half of the trunk from living room to kitchen, where the latter was just as quaint. It looked much like Celestite's own kitchen but with the addition of four stools stationed beside an eating counter, connected to the stoves and sink in an 'L' like pattern. An equally grown round staircase led to Lorde's study on the second floor; three bookcases lined the far wall -all filled with books-, a work table sat clean and organized to its right where a small lamp hung just above it, near it lay the open balcony door that revealed the starry sky and the looming ruins beyond, and just beside the landing of the stairs was the door that led to his bedroom. It consisted of one queen-sized bed, draped in silky black sheets and just as equally dark feathered-pillows, at the foot of said bed, lay a golden chest that held most of his more valuable of cooking ingredients and crafting materials. A dresser stood tall to the right of the bed, the wood gleaming with dark polish that matched the walls. The door that led to the bathroom lay stationed to the left of the bed, a small ladder beside it led to Lorde's small third-floor observatory.

"It's not much, but I hope you can call it home as well." Lorde murmured, lifting their clasped hands before giving Celestite's knuckles a soft kiss, the edges of his lips curving just that bit in a small smile.

Celestite was the first person he brought there, and selfishly, he wanted him to be the last too.

This place that was far away from the cities and territories; it was theirs. And no one else's.

July 22, 2015

[8:20 PM, Ancient Ruins]

Words held power. This was something Celestite believed with all his heart. It was how he charmed so many people regardless of how hard it had been for him to keep those people around. It was how he kept adding new people to his repertoire of so called friends. However, Celestite hadn’t mastered the art of words like he had mastered the art of crafting. If he held mastery over his words, then those people he charmed would have stayed by his side. They would have laughed with him, traveled with him, enjoyed his presence every single day.

Words were a power that Celestite liked to believe he had, but knew in reality he lacked.

Lorde, however… He had mastered words. He had mastered them to the point that he barely needed to use them. While Celestite was chatty and needed to express everything he felt and desired in words, all Lorde had to do was remove his mask and kiss him…. These actions, as small as they were, showed Celestite how much the other cared about him. How much he adored him, perhaps even how much he loved him.

These emotions, these strong, intense feelings traveled through the Spriggan and into the Leprechaun from their kiss; their kiss that held infinite tenderness for one another; their kiss that solidified exactly how desperate they were for each other, how much they needed each other. All of it poured out of Lorde and flooded into the petite fairy causing his heart to explode into fireworks. The warmth that flowed through him as their tongues danced, as Lorde held him as close to him as he could, as those beautifully morbid wings entombed them, keeping them safe from prying eyes, made his eyes water. His tears ran down his cheeks before he could stop them, their saltiness invading Lorde’s delicious taste as they hit their lips.

Then the two men parted, panting heavily and happily. With pink cheeks and puffy lips, Celestite gave his lover a wide smile and held tightly to him as he was taken… Somewhere. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter so long as he was with Lorde. He would travel to the end of the world with him and die in his arms if the other asked him to.

Had he fallen in love? Had his heart made a connection to this man so quickly, so beautifully that Celestite had fallen in love with him?

It didn’t matter. None of that mattered. All that mattered was that Celestite was once again safe in Lorde’s arms, flying with him to heaven or hell… Wherever Lorde wanted.

“Oh Lorde, my Lorde….”

[8:25 PM, Lorde’s Treehouse]

Once again, Celestite’s words had failed him. He couldn’t think of one single word to describe Lorde’s treehouse and yet so many ran through his mind. Amazing. Beautiful. Simple yet elegant. Spectacular. Magical.

This was the kind of thing Celestite lived to see in Alfheim. He had joined this particular MMO because of it’s whimsy, it’s colors, it’s fabulous wings, it’s gorgeous mountains, it’s amazing pastures, it’s intense monsters, it’s beautiful weapons…. He wanted to live somewhere that was completely devoid of the reality he lived.

That’s what this treehouse offered. That’s what Lorde offered. A safe haven away from anyone who would want to hurt Celestite, away from the harsh reality, away from the entire world. This was the last little house on earth, the last place in existence and it belonged to the only person who could bring Celestite to his knees with just a look from those magenta eyes. It was here that the two would hide away and enjoy the oasis that was their own private world.

“I can really stay here? I can… Call this home?”

It was too much to give, and yet Celestite couldn’t refuse. He wanted so desperately to stay there. He wanted to make love to Lorde in that beautiful queen-sized bed. He wanted to fall asleep next to him in that bed. He wanted to enjoy quiet time with him in the study. He wanted to reach the moon with him from the observatory.

And of course…

“Where’s your craft room?” Celestite winked at the other while returning the kiss to Lorde’s knuckles. “I can’t make you invincible without one of those.”

As much money as Celestite had spent on his little shop, as much time as he had put into building his reputation and building clientele, as much effort he had put into finding the perfect furnace to create the best ores… He had forgotten all about it with Lorde’s offer. All he wanted was to live here with Lorde, to be there for him when he needed him, for the two of them to not have to walk far if they wanted to be near one another.

He would never go back to his house if it meant he could keep Lorde by his side at all times.

“Lorde, my Lorde….” Celestite took the other’s hands as he walked backwards towards the bed, falling on top of it and pulling Lorde down with him. “How can I thank you for saving me from that Salamander? And cooking for me? And overall being amazing?”

He smiled widely before kissing the other man. A slow, sensual kiss, one that was lazy yet eager. A kiss to show Lorde how much he adored him and how much he wanted the other’s larger body to puncture his own.

It was hard to break to kiss. It was hard to pull away from those perfect pink lips and that moist, luscious tongue. It was too hard, but Celestite did it. He did it so he could give Lorde his thanks for everything he had done for him. Never before had Celestite felt the need to thank someone so genuinely, but never before had someone put themselves out there for him either. Lorde went above and beyond for him… And Celes would do the same for him.

“Lay on your back,” Celestite breathed out, sliding out from under Lorde to straddle his waist, pinning him to the bed. Those small lips gently kissed along the other’s jawline and neck while his hands tugged playfully at his pants. “I’m happy to see you, Lorde. I’m happy to see the giant thing that penetrated me last night. I’m happy to have it penetrate me again, but… Let me please it first. Just for a bit.”

The taste of Lorde’s skin caused Celestite’s mind to spark and fizzle out until the only thing he could think about was how desperately he wanted Lorde inside of him. He wanted him to make him feel the way he had last night. He wanted that magic to travel over him again, to make him scream again, to take control of his body while he begged and pleaded for the other man love him and take care of him and fuck him as hard as he could.

More playful tugging… More of Celestite’s tongue running down the other’s chest, teasing at perky nipples, then eventually sliding farther down to lap at strong abs. Then the tugging stopped. The pants that were blocking the Leprechaun’s path disappeared, allowing Celestite to see for the first time the cock that drove into him so roughly the night before.

“Mmm….” It was big. Bigger than Celestite thought even after feeling it inside of him last night. And he told Lorde this. He let him know how he loved the sight of his cock just as much as he loved the feel of it.

And the taste…. As Celestite drug his tongue from the base to the slit at the top, he decided that the taste was just as addicting as the sight and feel.

“You’re too big for me to fit in my mouth. But I’ll try my best… My Lorde.” The words were spoken against the hardened member, the small pink tongue teasing at it. He kissed it gently before taking the tip in his mouth. His sucking was gentle, his tongue slowly, deliberately running across the slit as his hand wrapped around the base. It was all the small fairy could do to take in as much as he could, sighing softly as he closed his eyes and relaxed to his own rhythmic bobbing and tugging.

The licking, the kissing, the rubbing, the touching… Celestite could only hope his Lorde was enjoying his thanks. It was a small token of thanks, nothing that could compare to the wonderful things Lorde had done for him already.

But perhaps Celestite’s warm, wet mouth could make the other smile too, could make him understand how grateful the Leprechaun was for all he had done.

July 22, 2015

[08:28 P.M.][Lorde's Bedroom]

Smile; small and exasperated curved those usually grim lips when Celestite had wondered where his craft room was. Of course he would ask about the apparent lack of said room because that was just how he was; slightly workaholic but with a good dose of recklessness. Lorde -Sakurai- won't have him any other way. But he did have a craft room, albeit it wasn't technically his and it wasn't in his treehouse, nevertheless he knew that his little leprechaun would absolutely love it when he showed it to him. He wanted it to be a surprise, to be shown another day, so he remained silent as his nearly-there-lover pulled them both into his dark bed.

It had only served one purpose before; to be something where his avatar rested when Lorde was Sakurai. It had been just that and the spriggan hadn't thought that it would be the scene of such sinful acts, two days prior. If he could probably go back in time and tell Tuesday-Sakurai that within the span of two days he'd be bringing someone into his sanctuary with the purpose of defiling said someone and christening his bed, that Sakurai would have laughed at his face in that terrifyingly creepy way that he did when he was so surprisedly amused. He wondered if Celestite could think the same way about himself, should the raven be able to travel back in time. He wondered what would Tuesday-Celestite would do or how he would react given the information of what they'd done.

Lorde wanted to think of it, wanted to see if he could predict how Celestite would have reacted with just the meager amount of information he had about his leprechaun. He didn't exactly know what doing so would yield. Maybe he'd gain nothing or maybe he'd finally figure out what his confusing emotions were. But that night; it wasn't also a time for heavy thinking, at least that point in time they were already in. Celestite might start to think that he was thinking of someone else with all the passiveness he was doing. So he blinked back his focus and just about flushed from his shoulders to the very tips of his fucking hair at the sight of Celestite in between his legs, with his cock almost blocking half of his face.

Someone had done that to him in SAO, but that held no candle to how pure as sin his leprechaun was. The lidded heterochromatic eyes with pupils blown wide, the soft pink flush on his cheeks, the bruised-looking lips, the red playful tongue, the transparent precum that coated almost his entire face, the slender fingers that could barely go around his girth, and the lusty panted breaths that tickled Lorde's engorged cock.

If Lorde had a camera, the entire memory would have been filled by different copies of that one image alone. But then he remembered that Alfheim had a screenshot system. So he lifted his hand, established the frame and took ten shots within the span of three seconds. That was going as wallpaper for his phone.

"What? I still want to see at least a picture of you tomorrow." But then, a picture could only go so far to keep his boredom away whilst burning time at what will most likely be an empty library. Another idea came. Alfheim also had a video recording system. His smile widened, magenta eyes glittering.

"I want to record us having sex." He blurted, his flush returning two-fold at the realization that he'd actually just said that wonderful, wonderful idea. But, with what they did the day before and the fact that they still technically barely knew each other, Celestite might think of it the wrong way. "It's only for me to watch. I promise! I'm gonna be bored to death working as librarian tomorrow, so at least I'd like to have this one entertainment for me to get by." He clarified with what he hoped was a charming smile, not that he even knew how to mold his face into one. Sakurai just wished that his face wasn't contorted into something creepy and frightening. Besides, you can also use it tomorrow, if you're feeling particularly lonely after your training." Was the final punchline that he had hoped would hit homebase.

Maybe he had worried too much and perhaps even doubted that Celestite would believe his sincerity since when the leprechaun had minutely nodded, Sakurai had all but jumped him in utter relief and happiness, an extreme 180 turn from his personality. But he resisted, only barely, knowing that would probably had hurt his precious smith in the process, so he settled in giving the brightest smile his marble face could stand on giving. Then he once more lifted his hand, pressed the 'Record Video' on the Main Menu Icons and a red blinking light appeared on the top right of his field of vision.

So his eyes were the camera. Interesting.

And just like nothing happened, Celestite returned to working the stiffness between his legs. And everything just became a battle of concentration and pleasure as he willed his eyes to stay open; to keep recording his raven and never miss a second of this side of the famous crafter so that when Sakurai missed him tomorrow, he'd be able to watch this again and know that Celestite was his.

It felt good, the licks and minor sucks but Lorde knew that his leprechaun was capable of so much more, so he shifted, scooting further until his back rested against the dark oak of the headboard before he opened his arms in an invitation for the other teen to come. And come Celestite did, their lips meeting once more in a needy kiss that tasted of Lorde's cock and precum along with the addiction that was his small leprechaun's own flavor. Hands explored a clothed torso, going beneath the hem of Celestite's shirt before gently pulling the garment off. And as the pale and lean chest and abdomen was exposed, Sakurai's lips found themselves attached to a pebbled nipple.

He sucked, licked, nibbled, and sucked some more at it as if he were a starving newborn intent on tasting that something-that-wasn't beneath the rosy bud. His hands didn't stay idle; both going for Celestite's pants and roughly tugging them off as Sakurai practically feasted on the other's chest.

It felt incredibly lewd, doing something that would usually be done to a woman's breast to Celestite's chest.. how he panted and moaned as Sakurai devoured both his nipples. The sounds and thought made him all the more harder; how Celestite, a man, could be rendered with such pleasure that he acted like a woman would. He knew he shouldn't compare, that there were no better of the two, but such primal thoughts made what they did all the more filthy. Sakurai loved it all.

And because he just couldn't stop himself, he pulled back, gave a now puffy nipple one long lick before lifting up and whispering against the raven's ear, "I guess no milk for daddy." were the words that oh so defiled that sexy, sexy ear.

But then there was no time to ponder what he had just dared say and imply, because the next thing Sakurai knew, he was pushing Celestite down on the dark mattress and returning the 'thank you' he had been doing earlier.

It was different, exploring someone's body with his lips, teeth, tongue, and hands. For them to just lay there and let the one on top go in an intimate adventure with their body; to discover sensitive areas, sweet tasting plains and hidden fields. Lorde had never done this in SAO. Had never really felt much urge to mark every piece of available skin with countless lovebites that made the skin look as if a planetary war had been waged on it. But he liked it now, enjoyed how Celestite sighed and moaned and release that sultry surprised half-shout when a particularly sensitive patch was attacked. Sakurai enjoyed learning Celestite's body, enjoyed how bruised, marked, and owned it looked.

So when he reached the edge of a knee, he stopped, just so he could take in the control-breaking sight that was now Celestite. He took his time to focus his gaze; made sure that every arch and dip and line were given a special viewing attention, so that later he could piece them all back together and recreate his raven in his mind.

"You are beautiful." He murmured once magenta eyes finally rested on those white and brown orbs. Sakurai hadn't said it as a statement, but more of a universal fact than anything else. "I doubt I'd even be able to gaze at you in the real world when in here you're already this perfect." He leaned down, lips catching parted ones in another kiss that spoke more of affection and emotions rather than sexuality and desire. "When we finally meet and I see you, my eyes might bleed with how amazing you must be out there. Then you'd probably have to bring me to the hospital. Aha."

He smiled, tender and filled with simple joy at the mere thought of them finally meeting in the real world.

But that was for the future, for now, he had a lover in need of a good fucking. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

So with deliberate movement, Sakurai edged further down; made sure to give kisses and licks to hickeys he passed along the way. Celestite's erection was equally just as perfect as the rest of him. More pink than red, smooth while hard, twitching and so so wet. Sakurai had a hunger for it more intense the one he had for the raven's nipples, perhaps almost as equal to the gluttony he felt when it came to his leprechaun's small and pretty hole.

He gave it a tentative lick, tongue going from base to tip before closing his lips around the head and giving one long suck, making sure that their eyes were trained together all the while. It tasted much the same as the smaller teen's skin; a bit salty and tangy, only with a hint of a bitter aftertaste. It was fine, considering the moan that he garnered just from that simple act. Then he began to move his head; up and down it went, while one of his hands crawled up to insert two fingers in Celestite's panting mouth as if to mimic the cock that was fucking Lorde's own. His free hand went under a lush thigh, lifting it to rest on Sakurai's shoulder before the digits went further down to tease Celestite's twitching entrance; thumb rubbing at the puckered opening before slowly pushing in the very tips, only to pull back and push back in again, in shallow barely-there penetrations that the spriggan just knew would drive his leprechaun near to screaming with need.

Sakurai kept his head bobbing, pace going slightly faster while making sure that he licked and sucked at the same time, the fingers he had in Celestite's wet mouth retreating before going to join its brother in preparing the raven for what was to come. Thumbs stilled and parted plump cheeks, two index fingers poking the leprechaun's puckered hole before gently applying pressure and pushing in until they were down to the knuckle. It was still tight as fuck inside, all warm and soft and twitching as if begging for more. Sakurai expressed his delight in a soft moan that vibrated the cock in his mouth.

Then his digits were pulling out, only to go back in along with two middle fingers that pushed even deeper, and when they were pressed to the kunckles, Sakurai parted them and the feel of Celestite's inner walls accommodating such an act was so omnipresent that he felt it even to the very bones of his toes, he had to give another moan as his cock engorged and hardened further. Soon, he would get to be inside. Soon, they would become one again.

But the need to watch and see, came and the spriggan had no choice but to abandon his leprechaun's profusely leaking cock to dip his head further below and to subject his gaze to the near orgasm-inducing sight that was Celestite's pierced and open hole. It was pink and red inside.. he could fucking see what was inside.. the twitching anal cavities and the raven's saliva that stuck to them, kept them moist, the tip of Sakurai's black nails as they rubbed the walls.. he could see all of it.. and it was just a few inches away from his face. Then like a tidal wave, he surged, mouth, teeth and tongue planting firmly at that exposed and lewd passage. And he devoured all of it with hedonistic glee; using every inch of his tongue to touch and rub the secret that was inside, made use of his teeth to gently nibble the stretched rim that was slowly turning crimson with use.

He was such a pervert for being turned on to the point of near madness with something usually reserved for unsavory activities. But there Sakurai was, his cock leaking and throbbing almost painfully with how aroused Celestite's hole made him. He hadn't thought that he had such an anal fixation, but by the loud moans his raven was making, it seemed that he wasn't complaining either.

But his need to penetrate, to be inside, to take, to fuck, had escalated too high that he couldn't ignore it anymore, so with one lingering lick, Sakurai pulled back, lips glistening with smeared saliva and anal juices. "You haven't cum yet. Surprising." Was what he murmured as he licked his bottom lip, magenta eyes dragging down a heaving chest before taking stock of an abdomen profusely smeared with precum. He chuckled, one hand going to grip his aching erection before slowly letting the head nudge Celestite's dripping hole. His other hand went to grip a still bruised hip as his thighs went to nudge the crafter's legs so that they rested on them.

"Tadaima." Was Sakurai's clear statement before he pushed and pulled; shoving all of his cock inside Celestite in one singularly powerful move.

And his leprechaun was screaming, hands going to rest on his stomach, back arching in that deliciously sensual curve, his hole tightening to a vice-like grip, his hips pushing back to take Sakurai's erection in deeper, as his pink cock rained white on his chest and abdomen, even a few on Celestite's flushed cheeks and jaw.

The spriggan smirked.

"You love my cock so much you even came just by me penetrating you. Such a cockslut you really are, Cel. Look at you all messy with your own cum." Was his smug words before he pulled out completely only to slam back in, in a move that scraped the bed against the floor. "Your ass feels so wonderful hugging and squeezing my cock, Cel. Your red, red walls are so delicious I can even taste it on my tongue right now." Sakurai licked his lips, pulled all the way back just to slam back in, only to repeat it again and again and again until all the sound that permeated the quaint bedroom was of skin slapping skin and wood scraping and hitting wood.

Outside, the moonlight shined it ascent.

July 23, 2015

[8:28 PM, Lorde's Bedroom]

If a picture was worth a thousand words, then what was a video worth? What was a recording of the lewd acts Lorde and Celestite performed upon each other worth? No monetary price could be put on it. No weapons or armor crafted even by the greatest of weaponsmiths was worth it. No spell or enchantment, no wings no matter how large or powerful, no summon, nothing. What was it worth?

It was worth Lorde’s--Sakurai’s--smile.

Besides… Celestite would enjoy watching the video too. He would enjoy watching himself pleasure Lorde, and he would be even more delighted to see himself get fucked by the man. Something akin to having a mirror on the ceiling or the wall. To watch himself do these things and to watch such sinful acts done to him… The thought made his pink cheeks turn a deep red. It made him wonder what his face looked like, what he looked like right now as his tongue lapped up Lorde’s precum like a starving puppy.

Well, if Lorde liked the sight enough to record it, who was Celes to deny him such a treat? Especially if all he would be doing was sitting in a library all night, which was a little fact that Shiro put in the back of his mind.

“Send it to me, too, my love,” Celestite whispered. “I want to see what you see. I want to see you screwing me.”

Then he presumed with pleasuring his lover, his sucking growing heavier and faster. Though he couldn’t help but roll his eyes upwards and stare at Lorde who was staring at him. To be recorded like this… To have this on tape and know that together he and Lorde could watch it over and over. To know that their sinful acts would be saved to a memory card for them to access whenever they wanted….

How that thought alone made Celestite sigh in pleasure.

And there was more pleasure to be had. Lorde opened his arms for the Leprechaun to rest within them, and Celestite wasted no time. Just being held by the other was pleasure enough for the master smith. These strong arms took care of him, protected him, treated him like a lover. Not even kings and queens got to experience this kind of pleasure. The pleasure of having someone who truly cared about him remove his clothes, touch his body, lick and suck at his most sensitive areas… To even memorize where they were… Celestite was sure he had found his soulmate. It was a rare thing, he thought. Some people even believed soulmates didn’t exist. And it for this reason that he was sure Lorde was his… For the two of them to care so much for each other after only two days. For them to be so desperate to stay in one another’s arms. For Celestite to even consider shutting down his shop and living with Lorde, and for Lorde to invite him to stay….

Even if this wasn’t romance, it didn’t mean it wasn’t love.

But how could there not have been romance? The way Celestite sighed as his nipples were sucked and bit so tenderly, as if he were a mother feeding her child. The way Lorde clung to him and the way he clung back, running his long fingers through the other's shining white hair. How their heavy pants harmonized so well with one another.

It was the most romantic thing Celestite had ever experienced.

And the wonderful thing about Lorde was that he didn't stop. He never stopped. Celes doubted he would have stopped last night had it not been for the smaller fairy passing out. It seemed like Lorde could go forever; their limitations would only be set by Celestite who promised himself that his body would get used to the overwhelming pleasure Lorde dealt him.

Though even now the other seemed to know how much it aroused Celestite to have his nipples sucked on like that. The raven let his head fall back, his vision blurry as he stared at the wood carvings in the ceiling. How many times had his lover too stared at those carvings as he laid in bed and thought about the world around him? How many times had he smiled at them? How many times had he looked at them and felt proud of the little miniscule things that made this place feel like home? After all this time in ALO, after all this time relaxing in his own bed in the Leprechaun territory, after all this time staring at the ceiling of his little shop, it was only now that Celestite felt at home. With Lorde safe and sound in his arms as he stared at the ceiling… For the first time since he started this game he truly felt at home. The moans escaping him beckoned to the intricate carvings, telling them that they would hear more of his and Lorde's song... So much more.

And then it was cold. His small, pink nipples no longer felt the warmth of the Lorde's mouth. They were abandoned as those precious lips traveled upwards and whispered so lewdly, so seductively in Celestite's ear.

"I guess no milk for daddy."

Celestite wanted to say something cheeky like "well keep trying then" or "mommy's got milk elsewhere you can suck on" but all that escaped him was a meek and whiny mewl, a pathetic sound just for Lorde so he understood how much the small fairy missed his lips on him.

Already rendered speechless and they had barely begun. A master fighter, a master cook, a master of the art of pleasuring... What wasn't Lorde good at?

Not that Celestite could answer that question. He couldn't register much as his body was pressed on the mattress and the other’s lips began to tease him. Each kiss, each lick, each bite sent millions of little sparks all throughout the small fairy’s body. They reached the ends of his toes, the tips of fingers, the gears in his wings, traveled through his lips, made his cock stand even more erect… And each little spark forced another moan to rise from Celestite’s throat and spill out into the air they breathed.

Lorde was a god.

Even when he stopped kissing and biting him to stare down at him, Celestite’s body still spasmed and shook as if those lips were still pressed against him. Every sensitive spot on his body had been claimed by Lorde and continued to react as if they were still being tickled, kissed, and nipped. Those long legs that too craved touches and kisses from Lorde begged him by rubbing against him, asking him to pay attention to them or to at least spread them and take everything that lay between them.

But then they stopped moving. Everything did. The world froze as those beautiful, intense magenta eyes met Celestite’s own miscolored ones. A small, needy whine came from those small, half-parted lips, and Celestite instantly wrapped his arms around the other man when he bent down to kiss him. The kiss was sweet, affectionate; it was a kiss that the Leprechaun was slowly getting used to, slowly desiring more and more. It was the kiss that turned their usually hard fucking into romance. It showed their protectiveness over one another. It showed their possessiveness.

“L-Lorde….”

"When we finally meet and I see you, my eyes might bleed with how amazing you must be out there. Then you'd probably have to bring me to the hospital. Aha."

Celestite could only hope. Shiro could only hope. He could only pray that Sakurai would love him outside of Alfheim as much as he did inside. Shiro didn’t think he resembled his avatar very much. He wasn’t as feminine. His waist wasn’t as tiny. His hair wasn’t as black. His eyes weren’t as beautiful. His fingers weren’t as long. His arms and legs weren’t as nimble.

When it came to appearance Celestite was lightyears ahead of Shiro.

Though the time for Shiro to die slowly from his lack of confidence was not now. No, now was the time for Celestite to die only from pleasure. Now was the time for Lorde to try his hand at making the other pass out again.

Fingers that so expertly fucked Celestite’s hole just the day prior found their way into his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut as he sucked on them like he sucked on Lorde’s cock, and his voice vibrated around them as he moaned from the pleasure his own cock was receiving. Those moans only grew louder, more intense at the teasing that Lorde took so much enjoyment out of. How the man simply adored making Celestite squirm under his touch and beg for him to fuck him as hard as he could. How he loved to tease at his entrance, bring the Leprechaun to tears from want, and shove himself inside of him.

He knew how to drive Celestite insane. He knew how to force every little thing out the raven’s mind so he could only focus on breathing and Lorde. His common sense was gone. His sense of reality was gone. Even his ability to speak was gone. All Celestite could think was how it wasn’t enough. How those fingers, as expertly as explored inside of him wasn’t enough. He wanted more inside of him. He wanted that large cock inside of him. He wanted it pushing into him as roughly as it could; he wanted it to try and rip him in half.

Patience though. Lorde would gladly do those things once he finished making Celestite lose every ounce of sense he had. Which was happening rapidly. The warm, sweet mouth around Celestite’s burning cock was just one of the many things that made him feel like his body had turned to pure gold. He often felt that way. When the hands of Midas touched him, Lorde’s powerful and rough, yet gentle hands, the small fairy turned into gold in the comfort of the other’s arms. His body felt like a precious jewel that could only be handled by one man. Only one man could touch him, see him, love him.

Just that one.

More pleasure… More wetness. He recognized the feel of Lorde’s tongue inside of him. It accompanied the fingers that were already there, made his sensitized hole even more sensitive, made him cry out loudly, whine, and moan, made him touch his needy cock that was covered in his precum, made him hug himself as his body shook and spasmed in pleasure.

But more. There was a need that Lorde was purposefully not satisfying. How cruel could he be? Celestite couldn’t handle anymore teasing. He couldn’t handle Lorde’s cock not being inside of him. It made him scream and cry and beg; it made him tear at the threads of the bedsheets with his nails; it made him shout Lorde’s name as loud as he could just to get him to listen to his pleas that were spoken with moans, not words.

Lorde, on the other hand, had spoken quite clearly, but all Celestite could hear were his own cries. The sultry voice of the Spriggan was distant, but knowing him he had probably said something cheeky. He always did. But the small fairy also knew that more was to come. Now that he had pulled away and was chatting, something would occur.

And something did.

His scream shook the entire house. His hands didn’t hesitate to hold onto his stomach as if he could grab the thing that was inside of him. His back arched in a perfect moonlike crescent. His cum covered him from the base of his stomach to his rosy cheeks. Then the moment was gone as quickly as it had come. The ringing in his ears quieted, though his voice was still loud as he tried to catch his breath.

Time was not on his side.

He knew it would only be a matter of moments before Lorde ravaged him. There was no time to catch his breath. There was no time to respond to Lorde’s smug name-calling and teasing. The giant cock that was sitting inside of him, drove into him with the force of a freight train. Celestite couldn’t stop the scream that left him. Again and again, the other fucked him harder than before. Celestite could feel his insides churning, he could feel his walls absorb the other into him and cry out desperately when he pulled away.

One moment Celestite’s back had arched, then it had fallen and he was tossing and turning onto his sides as best as he could. Then he grabbed at the sheets, biting them and ripping them apart. He screamed loudly, then sobbed harshly as the pleasure wrapped around him so tightly that he couldn’t breathe. His eyes burned as the tears left their home, running down his cheek and mixing with the cum that managed to fly onto it. His long arms wrapped around himself and it didn’t take long for his cock to harden once again.

If he were of sound mind Celestite would have wondered how his small body could handle such a thing. How could it handle Lorde fucking him so hard that the damn bed was moving along with them? How could it handle a dick so big? How did his body spread itself so wide for him, practically sucked him into it?

But he wasn’t of sound mind. He couldn’t think at all. He could only feel. Primal instincts replaced any reason that was left within him and all he could see were bright stars and Lorde. All he could hear was Lorde’s panting and his own screaming. All he could feel the cock shoving itself so deeply, so roughly into him.

His eyes, sparkling with insanity and lust and want and need, finally opened to look at Lorde as he slammed into him again. His body was breaking and he loved every minute of it. This weak, pathetic body that he had been given and refused to strengthen could handle the pressure and force that was his Lorde. It could handle this man that he so desperately needed.

It even wanted more.

As he was fucked as roughly as Lorde could deliver, Celestite leaned up and pressed their lips together in a wet, messy, sloppy kiss. His tongue ran all over the other’s lips before finally finding entrance and dancing with the other’s tongue once he found his way inside. His moans and screams reverberated inside the other’s mouth and as desperately as he wanted to stay there to kiss his body couldn’t hold him up. He fell back, arching his back once again as his nails dug deep into the dark sheets.

Then finally… Finally, Celestite found his words. It was hard to speak; all he wanted to do was scream each time he was pressed into, but he managed. Only barely.

“H-how…. What… What are you doing to me… L-Lorde…?”

He hardly needed and explanation. There was no need for one. He knew what the other was doing to him. He knew how the other was making him feel. He knew why his heart had exploded and why his body was begging for more. He knew all of this.

But to make him feel so much pleasure? It had to be a secret that only Lorde knew. He was the only man on earth who could push a person to the brink of madness but not allow them to fall into it completely; not allow them to forget that it was him making them feel this way. He was the only person who devoured all reason and logic from another to allow pure, unadulterated, uncensored pleasure to course through them.

And Celestite wanted to know how.

But there was more he wanted. There were more important things he wanted. There were more things his body begged for that were simply far more important than knowing how Lorde could pleasure a person in such a maddening way.

“I’m not made of glass, Lorde….” A grin as dirty as the cheshire cat’s spread across Celestite’s face. His eyes alone, those eyes full of everything from lust and desire to tenderness and affection, issued Lorde his challenge before the other’s words did.

“Can’t you go any harder than that?”

A scream followed and Celestite’s head fell back as the sound echoed throughout the room.

July 23, 2015

If someone would ask the reason Sakurai joined Sword Art Online, he would probably say that he did it out of boredom. In a way, it was true. Life had become monotonous and virtual games had provided to be a good distraction from it. But if someone would have gotten to know him, established a repertoire and ask that same question, he would have answered that it was for the challenge. Because Sword Art Online represented certain aspects of the real world wherein people are much more brutal in comparison. After all, in a game, there was no fear in dying, in a game there was no fear of consequences -somewhat-, in a game you had your entire identity hidden from the law.

In a way, Sword Art Online was beautiful, but within its core, it was primal. Sakurai had wanted to challenge that, to see if he could survive a world where crime like murder was punishable by an increase in stats. That challenge had almost killed him, but he came out stronger, better, more learned. He considered challenges as something that granted him accomplishments that he was the only one aware of. It made his self-esteem a little bit better.

And now a challenge for an accomplishment had presented itself to him by one cheeky-and-so-in-trouble Celestite.

Despite his somewhat bland and uninteresting appearance in real life, how most of the times he looked clueless and even naive, Sakurai could easily tell, without a hint of shame -or any emotions for that matter-, that he had done some filthy stuff when it came to having sex. It wasn't that he was generally a sexual predator, but more on him having a big sexual appetite, despite said appearance might otherwise imply. The things he'd done though, some of it, was only possible in the world of virtual reality. And Alfheim was a virtual reality.

He'd stopped, when the challenge had been given. Magenta eyes watched, Celestite pant for lost breath as Sakurai's mind began to process what he was allowed to do. He had wanted to hold back on the more hardcore acts.. wanted his little leprechaun ready for them since he knew his strength was not up to par. But now than an invitation for him to do more was given, Sakurai knew that he had to at least make sure that Celestite wouldn't end up dying while they were in the middle of it.

So he began with something a little bit more gentle than the rest.

He pulled out, the wet pop of his cock as it was released almost echoing in the now silent room. He scooted off the bed, making sure that his eyes stayed firmly on his raven before heading around to where Celestite was nearest to the edge. He took him by hand, made the master smith stand in front of him before promptly twisting him as he pressed his chest flush with the smaller teen's back. Then his hands went to part those pale cheeks, revealing an abused looking hole before unceremoniously shoving his hard cock back in, eliciting a soft moan from both of them. But then his hands lifted, fingers curling around thin wrists before pulling up so that Celestite's entire arm was stretched horizontally behind him, his small body leaning forward so that the two of them almost resembled an inverted 'A'.

But then Sakurai stood to his full height and Celestite had no choice but to sag against his firmly held arms as his toes lifted and barely touched the wooden floor.

"Don't panic. I've got you." Was Sakurai's sweet murmur, hips grinding against the plump ass flushed against it. "Brace your feet on my lower legs and make sure to just keep pushing your ass back or your face will end up smashing against the floor. I need you to brace your body but make sure to keep your insides relaxed. Lock your knees, hips, shoulders and elbows." He gave a small smile when Celestite gave a small moan of approval. "Good boy. Don't forget to breathe."

Then he pulled back, taking his cock all the way out before slamming back in with his entire weight added to the force. Should Celestite have ignored all the things he said, they both would have been bleeding on the floor right then. So as a praise for following his orders, Sakurai made sure to grind the length of his cock especially hard against his raven's prostate. And then he was doing it all again and again and again; pull completely out before slamming all the way back with his weight included in the mix.

The audible slaps of their skins, including moans of both pain and pleasure, rang throughout the treehouse; their voices hitching in the middle of a shout or a pant from time to time. And Sakurai loved it all. How Celestite could just take his cock and everything with it, how he could feel those petite toes clenching against the skin of his legs, how his mechanical wings tensed and fluttered at the slowly quickening pounding until it all sounded like a massive applause.

Dimly, Lorde realized that this probably wasn't one of the things that the creators of Alfheim had intended the Spriggan Race's swiftness in battle to be used, but he could barely care when it provided him with such a wonderfully erotic visual of a bent-over Celestite, with his red and gaping hole being speared by his dick over and over in a speed that was almost a blur. And it felt so, so good too, especially the unconscious clench his little leprechaun made when he began to pull out and another unconscious clenching as he was welcomed back.

Sakurai panted, only just realizing that he was sweating; his white skin almost ethereal in the soft glow of this bedroom light, but then his attention was diverted from the bead of sweat running down the bridge of his nose to the pleasing coiling of his stomach as his orgasm approached. Then he went even faster, his push and pulls barely registering a second before another bout came along.

His skeletal wings fluttered, talons twitching and creaking, imperceptible against the continuous scream of Celestite as his hole was taken so vigorously as if it were nothing more but a masturbation aide. But then the sounds came to a singularly loud crescendo as their release came in an onslaught that must have drained 10% of both their HPs.

They panted for breath, sweat dripping from skin to skin to floor, accompanied by the loud and erotic splat of semen. Sakurai could feel it, could feel how much he came, could feel his sticky cum leaking profusely out of his leprechaun's hole because he couldn't contain most of it inside. Alfheim Online's fairy races had a wonderful, wonderful anatomy.

"I guess you can take it after all." Came Sakurai's panted words, arms curling around Celestite's sweaty torso before pulling the still panting teen's back flush with a muscular chest. Then the spriggan began to shuffle backwards, making sure that they were both still connected and that his fingers were now playing with those pink abandoned nipples; pulling, pinching and tugging at the perky buds.

He sat at the foot of the bed, his cum-streaked thigh stationed in between the small leprechaun's parted ones. His fingers gave those pretty nipples one last pinch before scratching their way down Celestite's love-bite-filled torso, leaving red streaks in their wake with his blunt nails before they went to grip under limp thighs, only to pull them up and reveal the mess that was their cum-filled cock and ass union. Sakurai took it all in with those magenta orbs of his. And because he couldn't help it, he gave one languid push only to see more of his semen dribble out to coat the base of his still hard cock and to be stuck against the raven's used-looking rim.

"Such an erotic sight, Cel. My cum is just sticking all over you ass and thighs." A small chuckle before pearly teeth clamped on the tip of a flushed ear, giving it a bite that would sure have left a mark. "Ready for the main event?"

Then there was the sound of distant popping and there, right in front of Celestite, stood three equally naked Sakurai. They smirked as one, hands going down to stroke their stiff cocks as six pairs of eyes gave the small leprechaun a hungry gaze. Then slowly, one by one, they came at the master smith, and Real!Sakurai grinned.

Clone 1 went on his knees, tongue extending as he began lapping away the cum that covered Sakurai and Celestite's connected organs. Clone 2 and 3 went on the leprechaun's sides, turgid cocks presented to him to taste and feast on.

"It's nice being a Spriggan." Sakurai began, lips running up and down a pale neck in soft and almost teasing kisses, hands all the while keeping the rave's thighs widely parted. Clone 1 chuckled his ascent, fingers uncorking a clear bottle that contained black liquid before letting two digits dip inside.

"That's just a potion to make your hole act supper rubbery. We don't want you hurting in what we plan next." Clone 3 explained, hand going to cup the back of Celestite's head before pulling and shoving half of his cock inside the leprechaun's mouth. "Fuck, yes. Eat my cock, Cel." Clone 2 huffed, taking the raven's hand instead and placing it on his erection and just leaning back to let the master smith do the stroking.

Such a sight it all was; four Sakurais and one Celestite in the middle. And it was all so good, the spriggan just wondered how it must feel for his leprechaun. "Do you like this, Cel? Do you enjoy having four of me at the same time? Do you enjoy having so much of my cock, in your mouth, in your hand, in your ass?" Sakurai chuckled, just as Clone 1 stood. They both shared a smirk.

Then without any warning, a second just as large cock invaded Celestite's overly used hole, sliding smoothly and rubbing deliciously against the equal hardness of Sakurai inside. And the leprechaun let out a muffled scream, free hand going down to rub his stomach, his inner walls clenching unsuccessfully, his back arching, as he came for the third time that night. The crafter went limp, mismatched eyes hazed and lidded, and Clone 3 had no trouble shoving his entire cock down the raven's throat.

"Look at you, Cel, taking three of my cocks at the same time. Does it feel good to be so filled with such meaty dicks? Don't forget my other clone. Go on, grab his cock and pump it to your heat's content." Sakurai smirked when Celestite did just that, small muffled moans sliding out the cock that stuffed his face. "That's my good cockslut."

Then they all began to move; in and out, up and down, down and up, forward and back, slowly but oh so surely violating every single part that the leprechaun had to offer. And Sakurai loved it all. Loved how Celestite could still be coherent even with all the stuffing he was subjected into. Loved how he could still push his ass back to take the two cocks inside him deeper. Loved how his mechanical wings fluttered in glee. Loved how he was so willing to just give Lorde his all. Loved how greedy he had become. Loved how he could survive and come back out with a lusty moan the experience that was Sakurai.

But then there was no time for thoughts when those four cocks began to quicken their pace, the thrusts going harder and more punishing as four consecutive climaxes approached. Celestite seemed to know and like the cockslut that he was, began to move in equal haste; hips pushing down harshly, hand stroking in a blur, and head bobbing like no tomorrow. His breathing seemed to escalate, body trembling against Sakurai's as his energy waned, couldn't possibly keep up with four beings that had the stamina of a hard-fought warrior.

And with five shouts, one starting out as muffled, they all came; semen streaking out and painting the leprechaun white with it. Three audible poofs came after and it was Sakurai and Celestite once more. They both sat, leaned slightly forward, as they panted for breath; sweat and cum trickling down their flushed skins. More white leaked from Celestite's hole, streaming down a straight line that formed a puddle on the floor. Semen also dribbled down the edges of his lips, adding to the erotic mix that coated his hair and face, along with his neck, shoulders and chest.

He'd gone limp again, Sakurai's hands on his abdomen the only thing keeping him from faceplanting the floor, but he still panted and let out his soft occasional moans. The spriggan leaned forward, planting a kiss on the skin between the leprechaun's jutting wings. He heard his raven produce a scratchy groan as he began to harden once more inside. He smirked, fingers returning to those nipples to pull and pinch as Sakurai began to stand, taking Celestite with him.

"Let's go out the balcony. I want some fresh air." Were his words as he began to fuck the small leprechaun again while walking; Celestite's thoroughly abused hole dripping cum along the floor as they go.

July 24, 2015

He could see the clockwork like gears turning in the Spriggan’s head. They turned and clicked much like the gears that allowed Celestite’s wings to take him as high as possible into the sky. By now Celestite had learned not to question the master of pleasure and sex. He had learned that Lorde knew exactly what he was doing even if the little Leprechaun didn’t. There was a plan in that mind, a plan Lorde was cooking up to give his lover as much pleasure as he could possible take.

And that was why Celestite didn’t raise a fuss when he suddenly stopped moving. The pair’s unique eyes followed each other as Lorde walked around the bed; Lorde’s staring intensely and Celestite’s staring longingly, willing his lover back into bed and back inside of him where he belonged.

The small fairy also didn’t raise a fuss when he was forced to stand. Standing wasn’t something he wanted to do; his body screamed at him to lay back down and relax and recover from the rough punishment Lorde had dealt him, but he refused. Whatever his lover had planned, Celestite trusted him. He trusted him to take care of him, to not hurt him, and to fill him with so much ecstasy he would die. He wanted more pleasure than his body could hold, so much that Lorde too would feel what he felt and die from it as well.

More. So much more. It was all Celestite wanted. He greedily, hungrily wanted everything Lorde could give him and more.

More. More. More. It was the only thing his mind could register. It was the only word he could think. More. More. More.

He had asked for it.

At first Celestite was confused. Then, just as Lorde told him not to, he panicked a bit. It was only through his lover’s caring voice and clear instructions was Celestite able to do as he was told. His body ached; his muscles screamed at him to just stop and rest, but he couldn’t. Not when there was so much of Lorde to be had. Not when Lorde wanted him as desperately as Celestite needed him.

The force of his lover’s cock nearly knocked Celes off balance as well as unconscious. A scream tore from his throat and it was all the small fairy could do to keep his body as Lorde instructed. It was too hard to focus, too hard to think, too hard to do anything except feel and want.

How was this even possible? Celestite’s heart was beating faster and faster each time Lorde slammed into him. His voice grew higher, louder. His mind which had already turned to mush couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him. All he knew was that he loved it. He loved the pain and pleasure Lorde was giving him. He loved how the other’s large cock drilled into him, fucked him without any hesitation or concern.

His body eagerly wrapped around Lorde and begged for him when he pulled away. It always welcomed him back, squeezing him even tighter as if that would keep him from leaving again. How Celestite would miss him when he wasn’t buried deep inside of him, all the way to the hilt. His little body could take it. It could handle him and everything he could give, so he wanted it always. He wanted it more than anything and would yearn for it when it seemed that for even a moment he couldn’t have it.

But now… Celestite didn’t miss him. He didn’t have to. With how fast and hard Lorde slammed into him there was no reason to miss him. Barely a second passed between each thrust, each one threatening to cause Celes to lose his balance. He held on, though. He held on for the immense pleasure that coursed through him, the never ending lightning strikes that hit his body with a million bolts. It made him cry and scream and beg for his lover who was giving him everything he had.

Still, Celestite had enough sense to laugh as he briefly glanced at the bar in the corner of his vision. His HP bar had slowly dwindled down so that it was at 90% rather than 100%.

“Look at what you’re doing to me, Lorde. Look at how hard you’re fucking me. You’re fucking me so hard that you’re literally killing me.”

Is what Celestite would have said if he could speak. When he opened his mouth the only thing that escaped from him was a continuous cry, a scream that rang through the whole treehouse with the same force of Lorde’s cock.

Then, after what just wasn’t enough time for the small fairy, it was over. He felt Lorde’s sweet cum fill him up at the same time his own left his body. His legs finally failed him and he lost the position he had been holding, but Lorde caught him. He took care him, wrapped him in his arms, and held him tightly as Celestite tried to catch his breath. He continued to serve the small fairy’s voracious appetite by pinching and pulling at his nipples, eventually eliciting another cry from him when those hard, blunt nails marked their territory.

Celestite’s legs spread on their own, or rather he had no control as Lorde opened them as wide as they would go. It was foolish of the Leprechaun to think they were done….

“Ready for the main event?”

The sight that should have drove him more insane wound up sobering him up some. Confusion slowly made it’s way into him.

One… Two… Three… There were four now. Four Lordes.

Celestite almost asked the other to let him log-out because clearly he was too far gone and needed his rest, but then it hit him. In an instant it all made sense to him.

“It’s nice being a Spriggan.”

Damn Spriggan magic.

The way the new Lorde clones were staring at him… This must have been how a gazelle felt when surrounded by lions. Celes’ eyes grew wide as they all walked towards him; he even tried to back up only to remember the real Lorde was gripping him tightly, preventing him from moving at all. He did the only thing he could do in this situation. He whined.

Then one of the clones spoke. Why it surprised him they could talk, Celestite didn’t know. They were still Lorde, just copies. They could speak and think like him, and apparently feel pleasure like him too. They yearned for it even. The way they stared at Celes as if they would devour him, the way their dark, magnificent wings blocked his vision of everything but them, their crooked, smug smirks….

They were going to tear him apart and the very thought of it set Celestite’s blood on fire. His breathing grew heavy, his cock grow hard, and before he knew it they had attacked. Clone 3 shoved his thick cock in Celestite’s mouth before the other had a chance to protest. He only put it in half way, but that was enough to take up all of small fairy’s mouth. Still, he sucked with the eagerness of a newborn, his tongue exploring as much as was inside of him.

Then he screamed, or as best as he could. He should have known… How could he not have known what Lorde had really been planning? As another cock filled him alongside the real Lorde’s, Celestite could only release a muffled scream. He thought he would pass out. He thought he would perish. He thought his small, weak body had reached it’s limit and he would simply vanish in an explosion of bright lights and polygons as his HP hit 0.

But it didn’t. He didn’t die. His HP didn’t diminish. His body accepted the other just as easily as it had accepted Lorde’s single huge cock. He did weaken, however. His body released more cum; it surprised the other he even had this much inside of him. His body fell limp, and it was then that Clone 3 took advantage of the situation and shoved the rest of his cock in Celestite’s small mouth. The Leprechaun gagged, his hands instinctively going up to push away the thing that had so roughly invaded him, but all his long, delicate fingers could was grab Clone 3’s hips and scratch at them as his mouth was fucked as hard as his ass was.

Then he was given another command. Request? Invitation? Whatever it was, Celestite obliged, and grabbed the remaining clone’s dick, stroking it hard and fast. As if all five people were the same person, they all quickened their paces, Celestite’s muffled screams growing and his tears running fast down his cheeks.

This had to have been a dream. It had to have been… And if it was, Celestite never wanted to wake up. To know that Lorde could give him all of this, and to know that he could take it… They worked perfectly together. They fit perfectly together. Every hole Celestite had was willing and able to take what Lorde delivered. His body which he thought to be so unreliable could handle something as intense as this, enjoy it even.

Want more even….

He devoured the cock in his mouth, relishing in the taste of the precum that fell down his throat. At the same time his ass devoured the two hard, heavy, thick dicks that penetrated him all the way to his heart. And his hand that was normally used for forging and creating was able to please.

Four. Four was his new favorite number. Four Lordes. Four of his cocks. Four auras of protectiveness and affection washing over Celestite. They all loved him together. They took care of him together and in return he took care of them, allowed to do their worst to him, allowed them to push his body to it’s limit.

Which they had.

As easily as a tuning off a lightswitch, the energy and enthusiasm Celestite had died away. He had given his all. He had taken what he could. And he was proud of himself for he now knew what he could handle. But now his body had had enough. He could feel it slowly losing whatever it had before… Thankfully just in time.

All of them, all five of them, came at once. Celes could feel all of it. Whatever cum didn’t make it down his throat spilled out of his mouth and down his chin and neck. The clone whose dick he had been stroking came all over his arm and legs. The two inside of him filled him up, his body unable to take two times the amount than normal. It came pouring right back out of him, dripping down his thighs and onto the floor. And even his own cum coated him, spilling onto his already pale abdomen.

What a mess he was.

The clones didn’t stick around to see it. They disappeared and the room was filled with Celestite’s fatigued yet satisfied moans and Lorde's heavy pants. Everything from Celes’ arms to his cock fell limp. His body fell forward; thank god for Lorde holding onto him so tightly. Even his wings which mechanically held themselves up fell limp. He couldn’t move at all. After this most intense session, all he could do was stare at the cum that fell from his abused, red hole onto the floor.

But Lorde wasn’t ready to stop. It was one of the things Celestite loved about him. That he wouldn’t stop. That he wouldn't ever stop.

The other grew hard again inside of him. What could Celestite do but groan? Still… He loved it. He loved this about Lorde. He loved how Lorde wanted to keep him happy and pleased. He loved how strong Lorde’s sexual appetite was.

So he was fine with going again if the other wanted.

The walk to the balcony was difficult. Celestite couldn’t walk. He tried, oh how he tried, but he couldn’t. His legs moved only centimeters each time Lorde shoved into him. At one point Celestite fell against the wall, and cried out as Lorde’s continuous thrust ravaged him even further. He called his name, held onto him as tightly as he could, and released a loud cry when the door opened and he could see the beautiful night sky.

“Ngh… L-Lorde….” How beautiful was this scene? They were surrounded by leaves, lights, and little fireflies. The sky above them shined brightly with stars and the moon…

He wanted to touch it.

“I… I always fly towards it….” Celestite gasped out, falling limp against Lorde’s toned chest. “The moon. I want to reach it one day….”

He felt closer to it already. Being here in Lorde’s protective arms and in his warm, cozy house… The moon had never felt closer to him.

“I… I need to lay down, Lorde… Please….”

Gently, ever so gently, Celestite’s tired body found the floor of the lovely balcony and his lover covered him, once again preventing anyone on the outside from seeing them by covering them with his stunning wings.

“I’m a mess.” Celestite smiled as he wiped away some of the cum that had stuck to his chin, though he didn’t even try to get it all. It would be impossible. “Can you even stand to look at me when I’m so messy?”

And yet he wanted more. If only there was a way they could do this forever. If only there was a way they could bring their magical fairy world into existence and live this life until they died. If only Celestite--Shiro--could call Sakurai his lover, his boyfriend, his one and only. He didn’t know if they were like that… He didn’t know if Lorde had other people on the side, people he could go to when Celestite wasn’t available….

Though if he did, Celestite wouldn’t hesitate to kill them.

“You’re mine, Lorde, all mine. Understand?” His sudden possessiveness escaped him, and he gripped Lorde’s hips as hard as he could and escorted the other inside of him once again. “This is where you belong. In my arms and inside of me. Only me. No one else, okay?”

A kiss as soft and chaste as a child’s was pressed to Lorde’s lips. “Have I made myself clear?”

Celes sighed softly as the other moved his hips, once again fucking him. His tired body just lay there, accepting the love making that was happening. His moans were soft and sweet, his eyes half lidded as he stared at the gorgeous man above him, his cock slowly but happily became hard again. The only part of his body he managed to move were his legs, which he spread wider for the man between them.

“Am I still tight?” he asked with a laugh, smiling at the memory of the two dicks he had taken only moments before. “Or did you loosen me too much to feel any pleasure?”

It was the last thing he said to Lorde that night. It was the last smile he gave him. It was the last time he came. The last time his hand fell to his stomach, the last time his back arched. Their perfect night was over. Though before he passed out, he counted. Once. Twice. Three times. Four.

Five times. Five times he came tonight.

Oh how much of a mess would he be in the real world.

With that thought, Celestite’s head fell to the side and his body fell completely limp and still, leaving Lorde with only a soulless avatar for company once again.

July 25, 2015

Difficult and slow. That was how their journey to the balcony had been. Celestite was too exhausted, too worn-out from the intense coupling they'd made but he still persevered. He still took it all. He didn't complain when Sakurai kept fucking him, kept thrusting into him even when he stood against the walls for support, didn't cry out a 'stop' even when his legs threatened to buckle. And the spriggan could only continue what he was doing, despite the labored panted breaths, despite the small puddles of his semen leaking out of Celestite's thoroughly used hole, despite how his chest clenched and the corner of his eyes stung at the sudden emotions that came flooding out of him.

He didn't understand, was the thing.

Sakurai had been alone most his life, only felt the company of what people called family when he was still a dependent child. He'd lived with his aunt and her daughter, had known from the start that he wasn't wanted, that he was only being cared for because the law made it necessary. He hadn't complained, hadn't asked the reason why there weren't any kisses on bruised knees or softly murmured bedtime stories when he had a fever. He'd been grateful though; that they even took him in the first place, that they clothed, fed and housed him, that he still had them for him to call as family. The white-head didn't know if he grew up wrong, but many children his age before had told him that he was weird, that they didn't want to play with him because he didn't smile, because he didn't laugh.

It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to smile or to laugh. It was that he didn't know how to. He still felt happy, felt sad, lonely, afraid, but he just had no idea how to show them. The adults had always praised him for being such a good kid, for not being a trouble, for not being sad. For being strong. But how could a five year old be strong enough to carry the burden of expectations and loneliness all alone? Some nights, when all was quiet, he'd curl up under his blankets near his window and watch the moon as liquid ran down magenta eyes, only to stain a blank and tasteless face. He didn't cry like most people did; didn't sob, didn't sniff, didn't scream. He just laid still, let the tears fall and kept on breathing. His one friend in SAO had told him before that his tears had the power to break a world. Sakurai didn't know what it meant, hadn't really given it much thought.

And then he turned ten, and alone he had become ever since.

There are many things that Sakurai had been naive to before, mostly about feelings and emotions. He had been okay not knowing them, he was able to live his life without caring about them, had survived SAO without experiencing them. But then here comes Celestite, with his genuine smiles, his kind, kind words and his beautiful, beautiful heart that just made Sakurai feel the things he hadn't felt before; emotions he had no idea which was which. All but one, he didn't understand.

He understood though the need. The need to always be near, the need to always touch, the need to always hear, the need to be there. It all centered on the person that was Celestite; who and what he was and not just the avatar, although that was the focus of Sakurai's need since it was the closest thing he got to the real one. He wouldn't push, knowing that they both needed time at least. It was also quite terrifying, the prospect of them meeting in real life. There were a lot of unknowns and uncertainties. But that was still to be pondered on when it came.

For now, the need to show his fatigued leprechaun that he was there, that he would give him whatever he wanted, that Sakurai would show Celestite his bloody and beating heart if the raven but so desired. It felt like he wanted to prove something, the way he gripped those bruised hips and the way he rammed into that soft and sticky hole. The spriggan didn't know what it was he was trying to prove, but the way his chest clenched made him think that it was important.

And then the refreshing wind had embraced them, cooled their flushed skins somewhat, the stars, moon and fireflies making their union all the more magical than it already was. Celestite's words on how he wanted to reach the moon had clenched Sakurai's insides once more. It wasn't bad, it wasn't good either, just plain intense. He'd given the leprechaun's nape a tender kiss as he murmured, "You're already there."

Because that was how Sakurai saw it. Celestite had become the unreachable moon and he was the wolf that howled for it.

Then gently, almost reverently, they slid to the wooden floor, and once more, those skeletal wings entombed them in its protective cage.

“Can you even stand to look at me when I’m so messy?”

Celestite had murmured as if ashamed.

And Sakurai had to lean down and capture his lips in a kiss that he didn't understand. In a kiss, he would soon find out, that only a lover could give. And when Celestite stated his claim on Sakurai, the possessive stabs of his words to his heart and oh how it bled for joy. How that blood must have risen to his eyes, stung its edges before pouring out of them and down on his still face, only to drop as clear liquids unto the leprechaun's cum-stained ones, as they continued their vigorous give and take. Until finally their peaks were realized and Sakurai realized that it wasn't blood but were actually tears all along.

Celestite went limp but this time, the spriggan knew that he wouldn't see those eyes open again in the next two days. And that alone clenched his heart and lungs so much he had to open his mouth just so he could breathe; his hand and fingers clenching against the limp one it's been threaded to.

When had they even held hands? When did it began to feel as natural as existing? When had his loneliness become so strong? When had he started to need Celestite there with him for every second that passed? When had his tears of joy become tears of visceral longing?

He didn't understand.

July 25, 2015

[7:48 AM, Shiro's Bedroom]

Someone was rapping, rapping at Shiro’s chamber door. The sound was distressful, as distressful as a raven bringing dark news of death and despair. Shiro couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t handle the dreadful rapping, rapping, and he wanted it to stop. He wanted the person to leave him alone. He wanted to curl up in bed and dream about his Lorde who was as far away now as Lenore was for Poe. He wanted to think about the tears Lorde had spilled onto Celestite’s cum stain cheeks… He wanted to know why he was crying. He wanted to hold him and allow him to cry or sob or just sit there and be with him.

His beautiful Lorde…. Oh his Lorde….

Two days without him would destroy Shiro, rip his heart into hideous little pieces. He wanted to wallow in his misery, but he couldn’t. Not with that annoying person continuously rapping and rapping at his door.

It was his mother.

Shiro was going to be late for school.

“I’m coming!” That response wasn’t enough for his mother. She shouted at him a bit more before finally leaving him alone, though if he wasn’t out of his room in five minutes she would come in there and drag him out.

“Whatever,” Shiro murmured as he removed his NerveGear and stood. Once again his pants were soaking and didn’t care if he was going to be late for school. He needed a shower. As quickly as his avatar in the virtual world, Shiro threw his dirty clothes in the wash and ran for the shower, ignoring his mother’s screams that he didn’t have time for a shower or to do laundry. It didn’t matter to Shiro though. He wouldn’t see Lorde. He wouldn’t see him for two days so… Nothing really mattered.

Or perhaps he could turn two days into one.

Lorde wouldn’t be around, but Sakurai… Sakurai would be there. His darling Sakurai. The Sakurai who he now held so much affection and tenderness for. The Sakurai who unknowingly screwed Shiro senseless, to the point he no longer held consciousness.

School was far more attractive now after his long, beautiful night.

[8:10 AM, Homeroom]

Just like Sakurai did yesterday, Shiro walked into class late, bowing to the teacher for forgiveness and taking a seat that was just in front of Sakurai. Oh how he wanted to turn around and stare into those eyes. Oh how he wanted to see his face again, to take him in his arms and kiss him and love him. How he so desperately wanted to scream his name and ask him to hold him and repeat to him the story of how they first met, how Celestite was so stupid and tried to lift him only to drop him, how they chatted over instant messenger and found out one needed a brilliant weapon and the other could easily forge it, how they spent that first night, the very first night they met, fucking each other like it was their last day on earth.

His Lorde… His Sakurai. He was so close and yet so far.

He supposed he could have told Sakurai who he really was, but… He didn’t. He couldn’t find it in himself to tell him the truth just yet. He kept it hidden, allowed himself for now to just be Shiro, the teen with a secret crush on Sakurai.

The teen who was distracted with romantic images of him and Sakurai laying in each other’s arms, telling each other how much they cared about one another. The teen who was distracted also with lusty, shameful thoughts of Sakurai screwing him in the school pool.

Those thoughts took up the entire class period. He would have to get notes from one of his friends. Or perhaps he could get notes from Sakurai. After all, the library would be empty today, or so it usually was. It was usually only packed when exams were underway, so today… Today Shiro would get some alone time with Sakurai. He could spend just a few precious moments with him before it was time to dive back into the virtual world and keep his promise to Lorde to get stronger.

It felt like class had only last five minutes, but before Shiro knew it the bell had rang, signaling the end of class. Papers shuffled, the teacher tried to shout over the students, backpacks zipped, and Shiro finally turned as he stood, his heart pounding at the sight of Sakurai. He looked exactly the same as he did in Alfheim. There were no differences between the man in front of him and the avatar he had gotten to know so well. Sakurai and Lorde. Lorde and Sakurai. They were the same, exactly the same.

But it was rude to stare….

“I-I’m sorry,” Shiro stuttered, though a bright, wide smile appeared on his face. “I didn’t mean to stare. I just….” He couldn’t leave it at that. Lorde--Sakurai--had already confessed to him that other people found his face blank, dull, boring. How could they? How could they look into those beautiful eyes and see nothing? How could they not see the falling stars that fell into those magenta eyes, lighting them with the brightness of the stars themselves. How could they not love those full, thick lips that moved like butterfly wings when he spoke? How could they not adore that perfect, slender nose that models would kill to have? How could they not see Sakurai in all of his beauty?

Shiro had to tell him. He had to let Sakurai know how handsome he was….

“I just can’t help but look at you.” A laugh as bright as his smile escaped him and he reached out to poke Sakurai on his perfect nose. “You’re so handsome. Your eyes are really intense, but they hold a lot behind them. Like a falling star. I think that's what makes them so pretty. You know you’re…. You’re really attractive, Alloise-kun. Oh, can I call you Sakurai?”

And with those final words, Shiro waved his good bye and headed to his next class.

[4:30 PM, School Library]

Even Shiro had to admit that he never spent time in the library. If he ever involved himself in a study group, they would always meet at a cafe or someone’s house. And if he studied alone he usually did it outside on his porch. Research could easily be conducted at his home on the internet. The need for books and the library just wasn’t as strong as it used to be.

So this place was unusual to him. It was strange. The large shelves felt intimidating, like they would devour him and he would never be seen again if he wandered too far within them. And the front desk…. Why call it a front desk when it was lightyears away from the door?

Still, this was a place Sakurai spent a lot of his time. Shiro wondered if he enjoyed it. Sakurai seemed the type to like quiet places, places where he could stop and think and keep to himself. A place like the Leprechaun territory wasn’t suiting for him. Beside abandoned ancient ruins, in a small place where only fireflies existed, hidden inside of a tree… That was more suiting for someone like Sakurai.

And so was a library.

How cute was he, this little librarian, Shiro’s lover? Sitting at his desk, watching something on his phone as intently as a child watching his favorite show. Only two people in this world knew what it was that Sakurai was watching on that phone, although Sakurai was completely unaware of that. Shiro wanted to see it too. He wanted to see his avatar fucked until he couldn’t walk. He wanted to see four Lordes screw him then cum all over him. He wanted to witness it all again.

But he wouldn’t try to sneak a peek. Sakurai was loyal, this much Shiro knew. He couldn’t imagine how guilty the other would feel if he thought some stranger saw his Celestite in such a position. The content on that video was for his eyes only, and it would remain that way.

Though that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease his precious Sakurai just a little bit.

“Why are you blushing?”

He laughed just as he did that morning as the startled Sakurai noticed him approaching. The phone went black and the headphones in white head’s ears were torn out once the revelation that he was caught hit him.

“I didn’t see what was on your video so don’t worry,” Shiro reassured him. “But by that blush and the way you’re breathing so heavily… One could guess.” A hand motioned behind him at the empty library. “Not that I blame you in the least bit. I would enjoy something similar if I was in your position. It must get pretty boring here, right?”

His poor darling… How embarrassed he was. Shiro doubted any of the other swim team members had seen Sakurai show as much emotion as he did now. And that was fine. The same possessiveness Celestite had shown to Lorde last night swelled in Shiro again. He didn’t want anyone else to see his Sakurai flustered. He didn’t want anyone to see him overwhelmed with emotion. Sakurai’s embarrassment, his anger, his sorrow, his happiness, his lust and desire, his want and need… Only Shiro and Celestite were allowed to see it.

“I would help you alleviate your boredom,” Shiro began again, pointing to Sakurai’s most private area with a smug grin. “I’d be happy to even, but I promised a friend I would work very hard tonight so I can’t. That being said I need help finding a book. School comes first, right? I suppose even before promises. I have to do a report for one of my classes and I thought I could find good content here. I just need help locating it.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. He did have to write a rather difficult report for his English course and he needed to at least start on the research before he retreated into the world of fairies to fulfill his promise to Lorde. The content of his report, however… Well it was more of a clue to Sakurai than anything. A very vague clue, something that probably wouldn’t help him understand that Shiro was Celestite, at least not right now.

But it would get him thinking about Celestite. It would get him to remember his little fairy who would be so lonely without him for two days.

“I need a book that talks about King Arthur. There’s quite a bit of history and mythology attached to him, especially pertaining to his sword, Excalibur. I need as much information as possible on the king and the sword for my essay. Can you help me?”

July 25, 2015

[07:22 A.M.][Park Near the School]

White and pink petals fluttered in flurries, scent of the fuyuzakura hung heavily in the cold morning air. Soft rustles of thin branches and thick foliage, along the whistles of the mid-autumn wind and flaps of gradually thickening layers of clothes served as melodic symphony to the dancing blossoms. The park shone with color and life, sunlight glittering in between the trees and along the waters of the river that ran through it. Soon it would freeze over and white would cover the entire area, but the flowers would still be in bloom and would still dance with nature's tune. But for now, red and yellow leaves accompanied the petals in a seasonal waltz that would have awed anyone who had time to stop and watch.

Magenta eyes took it all in, white puffs of breath curling in slow thin tendrils as the owner exhaled his appreciation at the view. It wasn't always that Sakurai just stood and stared; let the moment hold him captive, but somehow it did that day. Everything looked new to him, like overnight a layer had been removed off the world and crystal clear it had suddenly become. He also felt somehow a lot more fresh, despite the sticky way he had woken up. He could taste the mint of the crisp air on his tongue, but then that had always been the case to things that he could smell.

Morning rushers passed him by, but he stayed and just watched the mini play laid out for him. It was still early anyways. But then his attention was taken as a black cat sauntered along the top of the park walls, stopping right in front of him before gazing at him with white and brown eyes. And Sakurai had to smile, crystaline orbs going soft as his lips curved in that near constant way it did when it involved a certain master smith. The cat reminded him of Celestite; curious and unafraid, it stared at him, tilted it's head to scrutinize him further. And a black-nailed finger came up to affectionately give the furry chin a small rub.

It purred. "Celestite." Sakurai couldn't help but murmur and the cat seemed to respond, rubbed it's chin more on the teen's white finger. "You like that name? You remind me of him; have the same hair and eyes." That noticeable chest clenching and stomach knotting was back again, but this time it was pleasantly more gentle rather than the intense way it was last night. His smile grew brighter at the memory, his lips lifting a little bit higher as the kitten gave his skin a lick. "If you're still here after I get off work, I'll take you home with me."

And with a last rub, Sakurai headed to school.

[09:05 A.M.][After Homeroom]

The morning and the class had been quite serene; Sakurai not really being able to pay attention much since Celestite had suddenly held his thoughts captive. The kitten had reminded him too much of his leprechaun and now it was like that had triggered/allowed for the raven to freely frolic in the usually vast green plains of his consciousness, sending the grasses and leaves of his thoughts scattering to the wind. It didn't feel invasive, like it usually did when he thought of other people. Rather, it felt pleasant somehow in that calming sort of way silence did for him. But this one made his lips curl up.

He briefly wondered what Celestite's reaction would be when he logged-on and see that everything was clean again, see the video of what they did last night already in his unread mail, see Lorde's naked chest first thing, feel strong arms around him the second, and feel their nakedness the third. He wondered what his raven's reaction would be if he saw the note Sakurai had pinned on his -their- dresser.

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I hope it was okay, but I went back to your shop and took a few of your clothes to put in my -our- dresser for you to use. I know how much it cost you to buy your house there so I left most of your clothes there in the event that you'd prefer staying there; after all, that's the place your customers would go looking for you. Can't have Alfheim's most sought after crafter all to myself now, can I?

I hope I wasn't too rough last night and that it wasn't too weird for me to ask for you to consider my treehouse your home too even though it might not be your ideal place to stay in. Anyways, I also took the two servings of Dragon Steak you didn't get to eat. They're inside the pantry in my -our- kitchen, plus some of the leftover wine sauce I used. It might be alcoholic though so don't drink too much in one go.

Good luck on your training. Sorry that I couldn't be there to supervise it, but I know that you are a capable fighter all on your own. Still be careful, okay? If you get in real trouble, you can send a distressed message to my email address included in my stat profile. It's the one I use in my phone. So if you're in trouble, I'll come running. But try not to get into one, 'kay?

If you're good, I'll show you a surprise after our sparring on Sunday. And no, it's not something sex related but it might make you cum in your pants. Aha. See you.

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Sakurai

P.S: If you decide to masturbate, make sure to record it in a video and send it to me after.[/td]

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But then Ichihara approached him for the second time in just as equal days and Sakurai could only blink his thoughts away and stare as his small, almost invisble smile, returned to the blank flat lips that he always had. One of his eyebrows lifted in a confused arch as the other student stuttered, only for them to go even higher as the brunet seemed to gather his courage and reveal that he thought Sakurai -indifferent and placid- was handsome and attractive. Almost repeating the words Celestite had used to describe him. And the taller teen couldn't help but flush as he remembered what happened after.

But that flush was gone the moment he was asked if Ichihara could use his given name. And Sakurai could only shake his head in a combination of apology and a 'no' to that request. His given name was for someone close to him to use; was for Celestite to give permission to. Because Sakurai.. that name was for only his leprechaun to use, to allow others to use it since the white-head couldn't care much for them.

And when the other left with a wave, Sakurai could just blink in his direction.

[04:33 P.M.][school Library]

Soft pants and heavenly moans pervaded Sakurai's ears, the sounds were kept private though, only within the confines of the earpads of his dark headphones. His eyes feasted once more on the lewd expressions of Celestite; the way his hands slid down to his stomach as if he wanted to hold the cock nestled inside him, how his mouth opened in that wanton 'O' as he moaned, how his back curved in that sensual arch, and how his cock twitched and fountained cum that stained his flushed pale skin. Sakurai almost groaned as he remembered how his small leprechaun had clamped so hard on his erection it almost seemed as if he wanted them both stuck like that forever.

The white-head knew that he really shouldn't be watching what can easily be termed as explicit pornography in school grounds, knew that he could get suspended if he got caught, which was getting all the more possible with the way his black pants had started to tent obviously at the crotch, but he just couldn't help it. The library was almost empty and he doubted that Ichihara would really need his help in looking for any books.

But then, again, the brunet approached him and Sakurai all but swallowed his phone in his haste to hide the video being played on it. But then he remembered that he could just as easily put it to sleep with one click, so he did at the same time he willed his half-erect cock to subside. It twitched, possibly enjoying the moment, the traitor.

"Yes, boring." Was his most awkward response, hands going down to at least cover his prominent buldge. But then his head tilted to the side in confusion when Ichihara had said something about him helping Sakurai alleviate his boredom. What could they possibly do in a place that prohibited anything that consisted of loud noise. And a lot of boredom-removing acts needed at least that as a necessary fixture.

And then there was the talk of King Arthur and Excalibur and Sakurai couldn't help the unconscious smile that bloomed on his face even if he wanted to. Celestite again. Not that he was complaining in the fact that many of his day reminded him of his small fairy. And because of that, he decided that maybe he'd be a little bit nice to Ichihara. So he nodded and stood, noting subconsciously that he was at least one head taller than the other.

"There is indeed quite the mythology about those two, but there are a lot of theories as well; some educated, others just plain thought about. I like the one where he was a tyrant and tried to conquer a land."

He made sure not to specify where he found such information. He doubted that it was even legitimate since it was only a hidden history of Alfheim; a fictional game. But it was still a story and compared to the usual ones he's heard, that one was a bit more inspired.. and a lot more riveting; the usual hero turning into a villain.

He turned towards the bookcases near the end of the room; tomes perhaps as large as dictionaries lining the shelves in numbered hard-lined covers. They loomed, almost threateningly but Sakurai had gotten used on them and their old parchment aroma that he just shrugged as he pulled out a dark-looking tome along the line on the top.

"This is a summary of the stories of King Arthur that we have here. The table of contents will tell you what number the books have on their spines. If you just need to know the mythologies of each story then it's easier to read this rather than all of each books individually. But if you want a more detailed perspective then.." He gestured to the entire titanic shelf. "By all means."

Then he turned, started waking back to the front desk, only to stop before he was out of sight. "Thank you, by the way, Ichihara-san, for the compliment this morning. If you need my help, I'll be at the front desk."

He murmured with a small smile directed to the brunet. And before the other could reply, he sauntered back to his workspace to endure the coming boredom with lewd images of his leprechaun.

Videos were a lot more affecting, so he'd rather watch it at home.

When One World Ends... (MaryWeather & †:Faust:†)

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