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

[MaryWeather]

[4:40 PM, School Library]

 

Finally, Sakurai started to speak to him. After all the compliments and effort Shiro put into getting the other to notice him, the white-head finally got excited and started speaking. Of course Shiro knew why. He knew why the other had suddenly brightened up, suddenly started to talk like they were actually friends, started to treat him as someone he could possibly get to know rather than just another student.

 

It was because Shiro had mentioned King Arthur. He had mentioned something that reminded this man of the little Leprechaun he had grown so fond of. Just the thought of Celestite could make Sakurai happy, and that was all Shiro could ask for. Well… He could definitely ask him for more. He could ask for Sakurai to pay more attention to him rather than Celestite….

 

To be jealous of his own avatar? Shiro could only laugh at himself.

 

Celestite had more than Shiro had at this point. Celestite, for example, could call Sakurai by his given name, while Shiro had been denied the privilege. Rejected entirely and without hesitation. Shiro knew he had been spoiled. He had already gotten used to Lorde--Sakurai--giving him whatever he asked for and when he was refused that one simple thing…

 

It hurt his feelings.

 

But he smiled on… There would be a day when Sakurai allowed him to call him his given name. There would be a day when Sakurai realized that the boy in front of him was the fairy with mechanical wings, the master crafter, the one who had become so obsessed with Lorde.

 

He would know.

 

“You’re welcome.” Sakurai had already turned his back and left by the time Shiro accepted his thanks. As badly as he wanted to reach out to him and ask him to stay he didn’t. He stayed put, eventually flipping through the book he had been given, took notes on specific details he would need for his essay, then returned the book and headed back for the front once he decided he was done.

 

“Thanks for you help,” Shiro said with a wave as he sauntered up to the front desk again. “Perhaps ummm… Okay so I’ve been struggling in some of my classes, Alloise-kun. If you ever have any free time, do you think... Maybe... You would you be willing to tutor me?”

 

It seemed primitive in this day and age to write down a phone number. Most people just grabbed the other person's phone and forced their number into it, but Shiro knew better. He knew better than to make Sakurai that uncomfortable. He knew better than to cross the other’s many boundaries and invade his privacy. This was the next best option.

 

“Here’s my number. Just… Send me a text saying it’s you if you like. If not, it’s okay.”

 

It wouldn’t be okay. It would be far from okay. Shiro would die inside if he never got that text message, that simple message saying, “This is Alloise-kun.” It would be too easy to give up after that. It would be too easy to assume that Sakurai wanted nothing to do with the real Celestite, the person behind the avatar. It would just be too easy….

 

“I’ll see you.” With a wave and a smile, Shiro left Sakurai to do whatever it was he was going to do for the next few hours. Perhaps the look he gave secret crush as he walked towards the exit was a bit too longing, a bit too affectionate, but how could it not be? Sakurai didn’t know Shiro’s devotion. He didn’t know how desperate the other was to feel him, hold him, kiss him, and so much more.

 

But one day he would. That’s what Shiro kept telling himself. One day Sakurai would know the truth.

 

For now, though, he needed to focus on getting himself stronger. He ran back to his house, stopping only once to pet a kitten who reminded Shiro a bit too much of his avatar. Perhaps someone would love and protect this cat like Lorde did for Celestite…. It was with this hope that he left the kitten on it’s own, soon forgetting all about it as thoughts of his most beloved began to invade his mind.

 

[5:45 PM, Lorde’s Bedroom]

 

So warm. It was hard to simply not curl up and fall asleep in this beautiful warmth that surrounded him. Celestite wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he logged back into Alfheim, but to be held so securely, to have those strong arms protecting him even when their avatars were nothing but lifeless shells….

 

Celestite was becoming more and more addicted every single day.

 

“I adore you,” Celestite whispered placing a kiss to Lorde’s lips. The Leprechaun’s thin hands ran down his lover’s side, rubbing his thighs and hips and abdomen. How he wished this avatar held Sakurai. How he wished the other would open his eyes, smile so tenderly at him, kiss him with all the gentleness of a lamb, then screw him with the force of a runaway train.

 

One could wish.

 

“What’s this now, Lorde? Did you leave me a present?” Celestite smiled at the blinking icon in the corner of his vision. He couldn’t remember the last time he had received mail. Of all the people on his friend’s list very few ever talked to him and even fewer took the time out to send him mail. The only person this could have been was Lorde, and Celestite was sure he knew exactly what it was.

 

He watched the entire thing. He sat with the lifeless Lorde and watched the entire video of their dirty escapades from the previous night.

 

“Is this what I look like to you?” Seeing himself like this… Seeing himself sucking on another man, getting fucked by another man, getting rained on by semen by not one but four men…. It was delicious and strange and arousing. He wished that his cock wasn’t the only one getting hard, but there simply weren’t enough falling stars for him to wish on tonight.

 

“They all fell into your eyes,” Celestite whispered as he pecked Lorde on his lips again. The peck wasn’t enough. This video, as sexy as it was, wasn’t enough. Being here alone with just the soulless avatar of his lover simply wasn’t enough. He wanted his Lorde again.

 

"Oh Lorde, my Lorde..."

 

He straddled the lifeless being, kissing him as deeply as he would if there was a soul inside of him. He wondered what Lorde would think if he knew what he was doing. If he knew that the other kissed him so passionately even though he was dead to the world. To know that those small lips kissed down his neck, his chest, his stomach, and then wrapped around the limp cock, sucking softly and slowly.

 

Necrophilia? Is that what Lorde would think of him?

 

"How could you leave me all alone and show me that video...." Celestite fell back onto the bed, his hand taking a firm hold of his dick to pump it as he rewatched the raunchy scenes from their sex tape.

 

After all this time, after all these incredibly intense sex sessions he and Lorde had, simply masturbating wasn't enough. To not be filled inside with any part of Lorde, to not be held by him or kissed by him or taken care of by him....

 

Anything sexual was nothing without Lorde.

 

Celestite tried. He touched his thighs, rubbed and tugged at his length, imagining that his hand was Lorde’s, but it wasn’t. There was no point in lying to himself. His hand didn’t hold the same passion, the same strength, the same tenderness and lust and malice that Lorde’s held. He couldn’t recreate the feeling he got when he felt his lover’s hands on him; he couldn’t make his body warm to the core; he couldn’t make his voice scream and cry out. There was nothing for him.

 

It didn't take long for the little leprechaun's hand to crawl to his stomach and for his seed to spill. He came lamely, noiselessly, unenthusiastically. It left him feeling numb. It left him feeling like nothing at all had happened as opposed to the ecstasy and bliss he felt when it was Lorde making him cum.

 

"What have you done to me, Lorde?"

 

His legs didn't shake when he stood as they often did after a session with Lorde. His body didn't ache. He didn't feel the little bolts of electricity hit him all throughout his body. There was nothing.

 

Even cleaning himself up was quick.... He wasn't as dirty as he always tended to be when Lorde was done with him. Nothing spilled out of his little hole, nothing covered his body except the minimal amount of cum that released from him.

 

Celestite swore under his breath as he started to dress himself for his upcoming adventure. It was only then did he notice it. A letter.... A precious letter left to him by his precious lover.

 

And by reading that letter those feelings returned. The electricity coursed through his body, his heart raced, his mind grew fuzzy with thoughts of his Lorde.

 

It made him excited. It made him want to go out and fight for his darling. It made him want to prove that even though he was weak he could still fight. He could fight so long as he had the motivation.

 

"I'll fight for you," Celestite whispered, opening his email to send a return letter to Sakurai. The white-head's wording made him chuckle. Celestite couldn't imagine how he would get in enough trouble to have to call for Lorde. Even if he died he would wake up in Leprechaun territory and go right back to the woods to fight again.

 

But Sakurai still had that mindset. He still had it in his head that dying in a video game was not allowed. Even if he knew it wasn't permanent, he simply couldn't allow himself or Celestite to experience death in this virtual world.

 

So he would try. He would try to not die for his lover's sake.

 

 

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[td]Sakurai,

Subject: Not an emergency[/td]

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[td]I just wanted to say hello, my love. I wish you were here. How could you leave me all alone to fend for myself? I’m so brittle. Well… I suppose I’m stronger than I think I am since I can handle you. I’ll fight for you and you’ll see how strong I can get. In the meantime… I’m enjoying my time in your--our--home. I don’t think you’re weird. I’m… Happy. I’m happy you’ll allow me to say that this place is yours as well as mine.

 

And who says you can’t have Alfheim’s most famous crafter all to yourself? To tell you the truth, Lorde… I don’t think I want to make weapons and armor for the masses anymore. I don’t need money. If I’m looking for a challenge well… I can say that I forged Kusanagi. I think if my shop burned to the ground I wouldn’t be upset by it. The only reason I would be upset is because I couldn’t make weapons and armor for you. I’m not lying when I say that I want to make you invincible. I will. I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen. I’ll forge weapons that shouldn’t be able to exist in this game. I’ll mod armor, I’ll create it myself from my sketches and somehow make it in the game. I’m your crafter, Lorde. I’m your master smith. I’ll no longer provide weapons to people like the Mercenary Guild. To think you were hunted by men with weapons that my hand forged… It breaks me.

 

So I’m all yours. You have the master crafter in the palm of your hand. I’ll bring all of my clothes here if it’s okay with you. I’ll bring the spare weapons I had hiding around the shop or I’ll sell them off quickly. Your home is perfect. Except that it’s missing a workshop. Nyah. How can I make you a god without a workshop?

 

And don’t worry. I’ll be good. I’ll be amazing. I’ll earn this little present of yours that will make me orgasm just at the sight of it. You better not be hyping it up too much because then I’ll just get disappointed when I see it if it’s not up to par. Wait and see how strong your little Leprechaun is. [/td]

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Celestite

 

PS. I did masturbate actually, but I didn’t record it. I didn’t see your letter until after I did it, but… It didn’t feel good. I don’t know how to explain it. It wouldn’t have been worth it for you to watch it. Perhaps instead I can do it for you in person the next time you’re here. [/td]

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With a press of the send button and a quick kiss to the lifeless Sakurai, Celestite gathered his sleek, trusted rapier and headed out to prove not only to Lorde, but to himself that he could become stronger.

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[05:55 P.M.][school Library]

 

“Perhaps ummm… Okay so I’ve been struggling in some of my classes, Alloise-kun. If you ever have any free time, do you think... Maybe... You would you be willing to tutor me?”

 

Looking at the piece of paper with Ichihara's number written on it, Sakurai contemplated an appropriate response. It had been more than an hour since the request had been made and he still had no idea what to do.

 

He did good in all his subjects, yes, but he doubted that he was qualified to be a tutor. He knew quite well that Ichihara had a lot of friends that he hung-out with and some of them would actually prove to be better at teaching the brunet than Sakurai would. He was a bit confused as to why the smaller teen would ask for him when it was obvious that he had others that were better suited for the job. Perhaps they had all declined? Sakurai could understand since studious students tended to prioritize their own studies first before anyone else and he doubted that they'd really give him much of their time, what with the various club activities that were on their way.

 

The white-head remembered that Ichihara was also a member of the swim club, just like he was, had complimented him in two occasions too.. hadn't been put off by Sakurai's blank face like many people had been. Was it just because he was preparing to ask Sakurai to tutor him? Laying the ground work, or so many would say? Was that really the reason why he had said those words? But he'd seemed so genuine, had stuttered and stared like he couldn't help it.. had that same intense burn in his eyes like Celestite did.

 

"You won't get anywhere with people if you don't take a chance with them. Sure there are a lot out there who wants to use you, but there are also those who want to be close to you just for that reason alone. Don't be afraid to give them that chance."

Someone had told him before. Perhaps it was time too to give the same chance he had extended to Celestite to Ichihara. He didn't see anything wrong with doing so and despite what it might seem, the other teen had looked so.. lonely. Or maybe it was melancholic more than anything. Perhaps Ichihara was like Celestite with regards to that 'surrounded by friends' bit; he had them but they weren't really as such.

 

It must have been hard for the brunet; having so many friends but not really being able to count on any of them. It must have been lonely to spend an afternoon in an empty library rather than somewhere else with people who truly cared about him as much as he did them. It must have been terrifying to ask Sakurai to tutor him when he perfectly knew that there was a high chance the white-head would decline even after all the compliments he gave. But Ichihara took that chance; steeled himself from the possible disappointment and took the first step.

 

And Sakurai would have been dumb if he didn't take one too. So, before he could change his mind, his phone was out and his fingers already typing his message.

 

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Ichihara;

Subject: Tutoring[/td]

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4 to 7 during my shift in the Library on Fridays and Saturdays. 7 to 10 after that in my house. 9 to 3 on Sundays. Could be in my house or somewhere else. You can sleep over on Fridays and Saturdays especially during exams, but make sure to bring a change of uniforms. Make sure too that you can wake up at 6 A.M. sharp else I'll leave you sleeping outside.

 

Bring something to eat when you decide to sleep over.

S

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That must have been a bigger step than Sakurai first anticipated. He hadn't meant for the sleep over part, but somehow his fingers just pressed the buttons before he knew what they were up to. If Ichihara decided to accept, which he will definitely do, the white-head had no choice but to ready himself for the inevitable breech in his most private of sanctuaries. But he doubted that he'd be bothered much, as long as the brunet stayed clean, quiet and didn't touch his stuff then Sakurai could live with it. He made sure to place a mental note on that; to state them as rules when Ichihara did come over.

 

Then he hit send just as he received an email. The one he used in Alfheim to be exact. And before he knew it, he was already on his feet and was about halfway to the doors by the time he opened it; his heart almost palpitating at how nervous he had gone.

 

But all came to a crashing relief when he read that the message wasn't an emergency. Sakurai heaved a weary sigh, one hand lifting to support himself against the cold wall as his knees trembled at things his mind had conjured on his short way from the front desk. But after a minute, he returned back to his post and began reading.

 

The first line made him smile.. was that.. was that what they were now? Were he and Celestite lovers? Were they considered as boyfriends now after only two days? Was it love when his chest clenched and his stomach went into knots? Was it okay for him to give his heart to someone virtual, not even knowing who he is in the real world?

 

If he was honest, Sakurai would say that the prospect terrified him. He didn't want to doubt Celestite, didn't want to think that his small leprechaun was nothing but genuine.

 

He had said that he was also in school, but that didn't exactly mean that they were on the same level. Maybe Celestite was in College.. or Middle School. Sakurai stopped at that. What if the real Celestite was in Middle School. Oh fuck. Literally, a middleschooler.

 

He shook his head, vigorously, white lock fluttering and waving at the motion. It wouldn't do him any good to think that Celestite could be so much younger.. or older. He knew very little of the leprechaun, only that he's still in school and nothing more. But again; there were a lot of School levels and School types.

 

Just thinking about it terrified Sakurai even more. But he steeled himself, magenta eyes clearing and hardening with resolve. He would believe in Celestite. He would believe in what he had said; that he wouldn't hurt Sakurai. He promised himself that he wouldn't doubt, that he would be patient.. that he would believe.

 

It seemed that night was a night for chances to take. Pink lips curved that smallest bit in a smile as Sakurai continued reading.

 

But then that smile slowly turned into an equally small frown as he reached the middle; how Celestite had admitted that he didn't want to craft anything for anyone, besides Lorde, anymore. He could understand the way his raven had sought after a challenge when he'd decided to create armors and weapons, had probably even enjoyed seeing people use and wear them. But now he didn't understand why he would just.. discard that. Was it all for Lorde? Was this how Celestite expressed that he would choose -had chosen- Lorde above everyone else? Was this how powerful his devotion to the spriggan was? Was this how Celestite showed Sakurai his love? Give up everyone else just for him.

 

It made the edges of his eyes sting, his vision going somewhat blurry as his heart and lungs contracted painfully and so wonderfully. It left him clutching at his chest, his breaths coming in pants. Was this how he loved Celestite back?

 

Was his confusing emotions been love all along? Had he fallen for Celestite in such a short amount of time?

 

"What have you done to me, Celestite?" Came his silent yet awed words, floating along in the lonesome of the library before being dissolved into nothingness.

 

As good as the feeling made him experience, Sakurai was still a little bit lost. He didn't know if they were already boyfriends or lovers, but he guessed that he'd have to ask his small fairy sooner or later for confirmation. He, surprisingly, didn't have any problem in establishing a relationship like that after he had made himself believe. There was still that small itch of doubt at the back of his mind, this much was true. But one couldn't do it all in one day, or so he had read somewhere.

 

It was much easier to focus on how he would ask Celestite. Perhaps it would be better to ask after he has shown his surprise.. but then the question of how he would do it came knocking at his mind and Sakurai was at a loss. Would it be appropriate if he just stood there and asked? Would his raven even say yes if he did it that way? Would it be better during a romantic dinner? Granted, he had no idea what being romantic entailed. Would it be fine if he just got on his knee and asked like that? Would he need flowers? Chocolates? A ring? And more importantly, where would he do it?

 

All these questions made him groan, his temples throbbing with the beginnings of a headache. But then a lightbulb flashed with a 'ding' and Ichihara came to his mind. Maybe, maybe Ichihara could help him. Sakurai could ask him tomorrow and maybe the brunet could help him brainstorm on how to do it properly.

 

The thought made his lips curl in an obvious smile.

 

Then his thumb was hitting the 'reply' button and Sakurai decided that he, at least, needed to keep his plans a secret.

 

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Cel;

Reply: Not an emergency[/td]

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[td]I should let you know that you almost gave me a heart attack when your message appeared in my phone since I had expected you to only use my email as an emergency line. Don't worry though, I'm fine.

 

I'm sorry for leaving you alone. It'll just be for two days. I'm sure you've survived far longer. And if it's really what you want; to stop crafting for other players, then you have my entire support. I won't stop you from making that decision since it's not my right, just yours and yours alone. I am happy though that the Mercenary Guild wouldn't be getting any better equipments than the ones they already have, but I'm still gonna lay low. I'd rather not fight them if I can help it.

 

And it's okay, for your clothes, I mean. But it's also fine if you wish to use mine but only when you're inside the house. Don't want anyone seeing you all adorable in what might look like a Kare Shirt. As for your weapons, then it's for you to decide as well. I don't really need any weapons other than the ones I already have. A light armor with a mask is what I need though, but let's talk about that once I'm already there.

 

And what do you know about Excalibur? Not how it was used, but how it was created. I don't think a sword that powerful just appeared one day. I'd at least like to know the history behind it's making.[/td]

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Sakurai

PS: That's fine with me. And I hope you didn't do anything too naughty with my avatar.[/td]

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By the time Sakurai hit send, his smile had curved higher, eyes already twinkling just that bit. But then silence regained once more and his hands went back to wake the library computer in front of him.

 

He did need to do a bit of research to his kitten-adoption prospect.

 

[MaryWeather]

[8:45 PM, Lorde's Treehouse]

 

Elestials are known for many things. They are beautiful, skeletal stones that are highly spiritual, not unlike celestites, and are also known for uncovering hidden secrets and assisting in transformations. These specifically were the reasons why Celestite decided on naming his precious rapier Elestial.

 

Now more than ever Celestite felt the need to undergo a transformation. He needed to take his weak body, train it, grow it, push it to it’s limit, and come out stronger, faster, better. He promised Lorde he would do it. Their mission for retrieve Excalibur would require Celestite to hone his abilities to assist his lover, abilities that have been laying dormant for… He couldn’t even remember how long. It was a surprise to him that Elestial wasn’t dusty considering how long it had been since he’d used her.

 

“Shall we become Celestial once again?”

 

A nickname given to the weapon and master duo who represented precious stones. The Leprechaun missed that name… He missed the way his hand wrapped around Elestial's perfect silver hilt. He had forgotten how good it felt to go and unleash on the monsters of this game, to fight and sweat and fly with a purpose. That was the point of Alfheim Online, to fight. However, he had chosen a different path; Celestite had decided to provide fighters with equipment rather than fight himself. Not that he regretted it…. But life had proven difficult for him since he had made such a drastic decision.

 

But no more. Even if his body was weak, even if after his training his strength only grew minimally, he would continue to fight. He had reason to now. He had finally found a purpose and he clung to it like he clung to life.

 

His Lorde. His Sakurai.

 

Of course, fighting proved harder than he remembered. His body wasn’t used to it. He had forgotten how to use the system to assist him. He fumbled and stuttered when he called out his spells and sword attacks. He had forgotten…. Everything.

 

He had even died twice during his training, not that he would tell Lorde that. The poor thing was adamant that his Leprechaun would never experience death, that neither of them would ever experience death in this game. To tell Lorde he had died, especially when the other had told him to contact him in case of an emergency…. He couldn’t do that to him. He couldn’t put him through that.

 

To blame his deaths on himself though…. He refused to take full responsibility. Most of the time, even when just leveling, players would get a party together, and if not a party then at least a friend to assist.

 

Celestite had no one. The only person who would have helped him was Lorde, but he couldn’t be there. Of all the damn 99 people on his list, Celestite couldn’t find one person he trusted enough to back him up and those he did ask politely declined the invite.

 

Useless. All of them.

 

So right before he left Lorde’s house he channeled that anger right into his finger and deleted every single one of them. The only person he hesitated on was another master smith who occasionally messaged him looking for precious stones or rare materials…

 

Screw her too. Deleted.

 

Celestite didn’t need her. He could find his own materials and if he needed help he had someone who would go out of his way for him. Someone who would protect him. Someone who would help him with his craft even though he knew little about it.

 

With his friends list wiped out, Celestite felt cleaner. Refreshed. He felt new in a way… All of the negativity and anger and falseness that were these people was gone, disappeared from his life. In it’s place was something he loved, something he treasured, something he felt that he couldn’t live without now.

 

In it’s place was Lorde.

 

From 100 to 1. Ridding himself of those lies, of those people he had the audacity to call friends… It was the best decision of his life. If only he could find the courage to do it in the real world.

 

But for now… For now he had fought enough. He had done well by his own standards and he could only pray that Lorde would be proud of him when he saw his results. Tomorrow too was a new day and he would level himself even more.

 

The trek back to Lorde’s treehouse was a longer one than Celestite remembered, but it could have been because he was moving at the pace of a snail. He purposefully didn’t bring many potions on his little adventure. It would have been far too tempting to use them considering his ability, Battle Healing, didn't allow for such things. It was a ironic ability... The fact that a healing ability could only be leveled with his HP falling into the red zone. It was because of this dangerous technique, fighting with a miniscule amount of HP, that Celestite wound up dying twice. Still… Only two times wasn’t bad for someone who hadn’t fought in so long.

 

Though once inside the house Celestite wasted no time in rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen looking for any and all healing items. Surely Lorde had a few stashed away….

 

“Come on… Come on… Come on… Yes!” Many of the bottles were unfamiliar to him and he wondered if they too were carried over from SAO like Kusanagi, but he didn’t feel like thinking about it. He didn’t feel like thinking at all. All he wanted to do was drink these potions and get his HP back to where it was comfortable for him.

 

3% was where he ended his last battle and 3% was where he was by the time he made it back to his bedroom and drank the potion before collapsing onto the floor. Elestial clattered by his side and the two simply lay there until Celestite found the strength to lift his head, his eyes catching the unconscious Lorde.

 

“My darling….”

 

Just seeing him inspired the Leprechaun… His body felt ready to fight again. He could push his body more. He could push his will more. He could do anything for Lorde; all the other had to do was ask.

 

But fighting wasn’t the best option at this point. So instead, Celestite took that inspiration that flowed through his body and did one of the things he did best…. He drew. He materialized his charcoal and drew… The floor was his victim since he was already there. Crawling along it, he drew concepts for armor, masks, weaponry, he even found himself drawing a battleship large enough to extend onto the wall… If Lorde so wished it he would make this battleship… He would build him a whole fucking armada.

 

“Anything for you.”

 

By the time he was done the floor had been covered not only in concepts for equipment, but in mounts as well. The battleship took up most of it, which he affectionately named Lord Celes, but there were others as well. Right next to the battleship were four mechanical horses, each different in design, and each one more horrific than the next. Just like he titled his battleship, he wrote under those eerie horses, “The Four Horsemen.”

 

And his creativity didn’t stop there. Everything from cars to skateboards to rockets covered Lorde’s floor with the occasional drawing of a piece of armor or weaponry.

 

The walls weren’t safe either. The walls were where he drew only armor and weaponry. Everything was named, everything was for his darling Lorde. Full sets covered the walls as well as individual pieces; stats were written next to them, some of the more likely ones even had materials that could be used to forge it written next to it.

 

And then, far in the corner of the bedroom, Celestite had squared off a section. This was dedicated to the one thing Lorde had mentioned but never went into much detail about.

 

“Metamorphosis??” was written above the blocked off section and contained within it were various armor designs for what that metamorphosis could have been. He had drawn armor for a large wolf, a dragon, a massive bird, various sea creatures though most of them looked like sharks; he had even drawn armor for a giant rabbit on the off chance Lorde transformed into something so… Adorable.

 

And by the time he was done Celestite was more than exhausted and unaware of the damage he had done to Lorde’s bedroom. With a smile on his face he dropped his charcoal next to Elestial, fell back onto the bed, pulled Lorde’s deadweight on top of him, and logged out.

 

A response to Sakurai's email would have to wait.

 

[9:04 PM, Shiro’s Bedroom]

 

After logging out so suddenly and unexpectedly the past few days, Shiro felt almost strange logging out the normal way. He had already gotten used to waking up in his room with his Nervegear over his head and his pants a soaking mess. The loneliness that accompanied his return to the real world hit him harder than he thought it would. It made him want to jump back into Alfheim and fall asleep in Lorde’s arms, letting the game log him out automatically.

 

And he would have. There was nothing to stop him except for that one little hope… The one thing that was helping him hold onto reality rather than thrust himself into the world of Alfheim Online for good.

 

Sakurai.

 

The thought scared him… The thought that Sakurai didn’t text him. It made him want to cry. It made him want to turn his heart into a diamond to rid himself of whatever these goddamn emotions were that he felt for the other. It made him want to turn into the hardest stone imaginable, make himself impenetrable so that no emotion could overcome him.

 

But maybe there was nothing to worry about. Maybe his heart could remain soft. His answer would be on his phone….

 

“Please… Please, Sakurai….”

 

If there was no message from him, then Shiro wouldn’t know what to do. It meant that Sakurai didn’t like him. It meant that he only had eyes for Celestite, and that the human behind the avatar wasn’t even appealing to him. It would all be ruined….

 

It took a while, but Shiro eventually gathered the courage to check his phone. He finally managed to turn his phone on and check his messages, and he wasn’t disappointed with what he saw.

 

His smile could only have been rivaled by his avatar. The laugh that escaped him was pure and beautiful. The tears that stung at his eyes were crystalline and washed away any misleading thoughts of the man Shiro had become obsessed with.

 

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[td]Thanks so much for agreeing to tutor me! Is it okay if I spend the night at your house tomorrow night then? We can study at night and some on Sunday. Don’t worry. I won’t take up your whole Sunday with school stuff. That’s no fun, right? [/td]

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[07:12 P.M.][Park near School]

 

 

Shadowed leaves rustled against the cold evening breeze, accompanying the chorus of the cicada and making the night all the more evident in its lonesome. It was dark, heavy pregnant clouds looming above the city and obscuring what might have been a bright near-fullmoon. It seemed that rain was an inevitability some time during the next day. Sakurai sighed, clicking open his messenger bag before taking out his long black and lime-green scarf.

 

He had two of them, both made of a soft cotton material, but the other was still in the laundry hamper since he'd sweated on it that morning when he went on his usual run.

 

Wrapping it securely around his neck and the lower half of his face, Sakurai gave it a soft inhale, smiling just that bit when the aroma of lemons and lime assaulted his nostrils. The fabric the tailor had used to make the scarf had been a special cotton, where it could easily absorb the scents around it especially when it came to fabric softeners. The white-head did like fruity aromas.

 

Sakurai sighed, feeling warm and serene as he approached the park that he'd stopped by that morning. It made him remember Celestite, the kitten he'd met that morning. And speaking of the small ball of fur, there it was; right where the teen had seen it 12 hours ago. But a white cat was also there, giving the small black one a few affectionate rubs on it's head. The bigger cat looked up, as if sensing that someone was watching, and Sakurai had to lift a brow when striking magenta locked with his own. The gaze was piercing, glowing in that nocturnal way under the soft radiance of the lamp post, as if the small creature could see the white-head's very soul.

 

"Lorde." He murmured and the cat seemed to accept that; breaking their staring contest to give the kitten a purring nuzzle.

 

He approached the two a bit reluctantly and perhaps warily, but they didn't seem to mind him; their eyes now firmly locked on him as he crossed his palms up against his chest. They both gave him a long stare, long enough that Sakurai began to think that they weren't coming with him, but then at the last second before the teen could retreat, they both took that step and settled to curl in his arms. His lips curved beneath his scarf in a small smile, wondering if this was what he and Celestite looked beneath the blankets after he'd logged out last night.

 

Sakurai hummed in silent contentment, his feet taking him to the nearest veterinary clinic just as he had planned. Instead of watching the video again or staring longingly at the image of his lewd leprechaun, the tall teen had spent the remainder of his shift researching the things needed to do before adopting a cat -cats, he mentally corrected-. He did have the money for their check-ups and possible vaccinations and any other needed medicines.

 

It wasn't that he had cash to burn, he had just been saving since he was five. And he hardly touched the money his parents had left him and along with the additional financial support his aunt provided him every month, Sakurai was able to save quite the sum. He had been planning to use a bit of it to buy a motorcycle as a gift to himself for his birthday that upcoming December, but he guessed his cats came first. He didn't mind though since he'd barely use it anyways and besides, he did have his skateboard and rollerblades. Less bills that way and it was better to spend gas money for cat food and the occasional cream.

 

All of it in exchange for a little bit of company along with the small joy of saying 'Tadaima' when he got home; to be greeted by those two familiar eyes when he opened his front door and perhaps when he woke up. To have his own family. To care for them and be cared for in return.

 

Magenta orbs glittered with crystaline brilliance, unseen stars glinting within them as Sakurai slowly opened the clinic doors with a melodic ring of a bell. He did, belatedly, hope that he wouldn't end up spoiling his two new companions. But he'd worry about that when it happened.

 

[09:02 P.M.][sakurai's Living Room]

 

It wasn't his fault.

 

Sakurai had left Lorde and Celestite for their full physical and vaccines in the clinic to buy them some toys and their bed, since the Veterinarian's assistant had reassured him that they also had the proper cat food and that his two fluff balls would be well taken care off while he was gone. So he'd gone to the nearest supermarket, the pet store being farther away.

 

And he hadn't expected that there were a lot more than toys that were for cats. The sales lady had told him too that if his cats were to be housebound then they'd at least need to get their daily exercise and that could be achieved by toys as well as tree-houses. The latter had caught his attention.. because he and Celestite did have a treehouse in Alfheim.. so why not his cats too? So he'd gone and inspected them and it had been too hard to resist buying the biggest that they had, which actually was big enough to cover an entire wall that was twice as long as the one his living room had. So he'd looked for something else, traversed aisles and aisles of seemingly endless and towering tree-houses, only to find the one he liked to be back at the front.

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wasn't as big as the rest, barely even reached Sakurai's full height, but the design had been nice and it had a hammock.

 

His treehouse in Alfheim had a hammock, two of them, too, but they were hidden within his open-roof observatory; where he could just lie on it and stare at the stars. What he bought couldn't compare but it was still nice all the same. But then he'd gone to check for some cat beds and that was when his budget had taken a slight plummet.

 

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was the first thing he saw and Sakurai just had to buy it. He had thought that it would look nice beside the tree-house near his living room windows, and it did, but he hadn't thought that it would cost so much. The material was very nice to the touch though and it took a lot out of him from just making it his cuddle pillow while he slept.

 

So, all-in-all, combining the expenses for the bed, treehouse, treat balls, sponge balls, manufactured peacock feather, catnip, laser, check-up payment, cat food, treats, cream, and vaccines, it was certain that Sakurai would have to cut back with his online shopping for furniture in Alfheim. And certainly no motorcycle.

 

It was all good though, seeing Celestite and Lorde going over the moon with their new bed and tree-house. They were both so adorably animated that the white-head couldn't help but take a picture with his phone when Celestite tumbled out of Titanic's exhaust and onto Lorde's head. The teen chuckled, eyes blinking in momentary confusion as his held phone vibrated with a message.

 

Pink lips curved in a small smile as he read Ichihara's message. It sounded like the brunet was excited and with the energy of his cats still permeating him, Sakurai also felt quite the same. So without thinking about it, he sent his classmate the photo he just took. Then added;

 

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I hope you don't mind the company of those two in the image. Celestite is the name of the small one and Lorde is the bigger one. Kinda remind me of two people I know, so I named my cats after them. Aha.

 

And yes, you can stay over tomorrow. Bring some snacks, 'kay? Oh, by the way, my house is the one with the black sliding doors ten blocks to the left of our school.

 

If you're early tomorrow then we can talk more about the subjects that you need tutoring. Have a good evening.

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Barely a minute had gone by since he'd sent the message before his phone vibrated again with another. Sakurai had expected it to be a response from Ichihara but he was so mistaken.

 

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Hiiiiiiii, Lorde -wink, wink-

 

It's Isiah! This is my neeeeeewww number! Remember when I told you the week before that I'm preparing for something? Well, that something is finally here!

 

I'm already in my flight headed to your city! I'll be there at 5am!!!! Kyaaaaa!! Make sure to come and get me! I'll also be staying with you for the duration of my transfer since you did mention of a guest bedroom in your house. But you know I won't complain if you decide that you'd rather sleep with me. I know you enjoyed it in SAO!

 

Anyways, cook me one of your orgasmic food too! My mouth is practically salivating just for a taste of it.. along with other things. Haha! I'll see you in a few hours!

King, Isiah

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Sakurai blinked.

 

What..?

 

[MaryWeather]

[9:05 PM, Shiro's Bedroom]

 

Lorde and Celestite. Somehow the two had jumped from the world of Alfheim Online and found each other in the real world reincarnated as cats. The picture Sakurai sent Shiro could only have been described as darling and the boy couldn't help but roll up in his sheets, kick his legs, and giggle uncontrollably. His phone was pressed tightly against his heart as if somehow Sakurai could hear it beating; after all it seemed to beat only for him these days.

 

Shiro allowed himself this. He allowed himself this giddiness, this joy, this wonderful feeling that coursed through his body, that originated at his heart and traveled through every hair follicle to the tips of his toes. Every high schooler deserved to have a crush on someone, right? It was difficult for him to describe it as love... What Celestite felt for Lorde and how that transferred through him to Sakurai... Love was a strong word and one that Shiro didn't know the meaning of.

 

But a crush? Shiro could understand that. And even if this was more than just a simple crush he could at least start there.

 

With one more glance at the picture of the kittens, Shiro returned Sakurai's message.

 

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[td]Those cats are so cute! I adore them already. I can't wait to hold them and pet them! You said you got the names from two people you know? I have to say those are rather interesting names. Can I call Celestite Celes? She's precious~ I'll bet Lorde takes really good care of her. They look like they're really good friends.

 

I'll gladly bring snacks, but how early are you talking? I can't be there until around eight because of a promise I have to keep. My friend is counting on me so I can't let him down. But we can still take some time out to go over what all I need help with. I'm really happy you accepted.

 

So I'll see you tomorrow then? Tell Lorde and Celesite I said good night, okay? I mean it! They'll know when I show up tomorrow if I said good night or not.

 

And good night to you too, Alloise-kun. Sleep well.

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He had almost typed Sakurai... It would be hard to constantly call him Alloise when in his head and heart he was just Sakurai.... Even in Alfheim he could call him Sakurai.

 

It seemed so far away... The dream of being able to call Sakurai by his first name. It shouldn't have been such a big deal, but it was. The day Sakurai said Shiro could call him his given name would be the day Sakurai had feelings for him. It would be the day he trusted Shiro as much as Lorde trusted Celestite. There would be a day when Sakurai looked at Shiro the way Lorde looked at Celestite. The little lovebites that covered Celestite’s body would be reflected on Shiro. He would experience the way his fairy self was held so tightly and lovingly. He would get to hear Sakurai whisper “you’re all mine” to him…. One day.

 

But for now Shiro was exhausted. All of his energy was spent fighting and then what little did happen to remain was used drawing all over Lorde's walls and floors.

 

"Oh fuck..."

 

Even now the full effect of what he had done to Lorde's treehouse couldn't hit him. He would inspect it tomorrow and do his best to clean up, but until then he would rest. Sleep beckoned him and he went willingly, happily, with thoughts of Sakurai floating in his mind.

 

[7:20 AM, School Hallway]

 

Ever since he had met Sakurai, Shiro had slept soundly and sweetly. Everything in his life from his sleep to his gaming to his sexual appetite and now his studies had improved all because of this one white haired teen. And now... As he thought back on how he had so angrily, so spitefully, so hatefully deleted 99 of his friends from his friends list on Alfheim Online, he realized he never had any friends in that game.

 

There was never someone he could rely on. Someone he could trust. Requests to join guilds or parties only occurred because people wanted his help in the creation of powerful weapons and strong armor. Messages to him were only to ask for the same thing. It made him wonder why people didn't like him for who he was. It made him wonder why he worked so hard for attention and love when all he got in return was nothing.

 

The desire for true friendship, for someone to simply truly care about him, flowed through his body like poison. And that poison damaged him, made him work harder for people who cared nothing about him. Had it gone on any longer that poison would have fully taken over his heart, turned it to stone, and broken any care and love he had inside of him.

 

Then just when Shiro thought that would happen, Sakurai showed up. Lorde showed up. He had responded to Shiro--Celestite. He had loved him, cared for him, protected him, and simply enjoyed his presence. The two had grown so close in such a short period of time. Their bodies had bonded as well as their hearts.

 

While it was easy for Celestite to thank Lorde for all of this; for his care, his protection, his body... Shiro couldn't even bring it up to Sakurai. He couldn't go to him and give just a few words of thanks. He couldn't offer him his body to love and hold when the white-head was upset. There was nothing at all Shiro could do for Sakurai. But that would change... Soon it would change and the two would be together in the real world as well as the virtual.

 

Baby steps for now, though. For now, all Shiro wanted was to say hello to Sakurai in homeroom, ask him what kind of snacks he liked, and talk about the little cats that Sakurai adored.

 

But that would be hard... It would be hard for Shiro to talk to him at all with this horrible feeling that was growing in his chest. This sickening feeling that twisted his stomach and made it difficult to breath. This overwhelming feeling that also had anger, sadness, and protectiveness accompanying it. Thankfully, Shiro knew exactly how to get rid of it.

 

Destroy the man who was hanging all over Sakurai. It was that simple.

 

Who was this guy and where did he get off touching Sakurai like that? He wasn't even cute! And he damn well wasn't as cute as Shiro!

 

This boy was touching Sakurai's face, and running his hands along his chest, and pressing his body against him, and was that a kiss on his cheek??

 

No, no, no, no. Sakurai was Shiro's.... Even if Sakurai didn't know it.

 

Shiro stalked towards the two, ready to defend his friend. He would get this guy off of him, drag him out of the school by his hair, and toss him out into the street with the hope he would never show his face again. And if this were Alfheim he would do far worse....

 

But then, the most unfortunate thing... A group of students, friends who Shiro simply did not care about since they cared nothing for him, approached him to talk about homework... Specifically if they could copy it. And they wouldn't let up. They wouldn't back off. And while they were harassing him, that stupid not-so-cute boy took Sakurai away.

 

"Leave me alone! Just leave! Me! Alone!"

 

He screamed his words as loudly as his voice would allow. The frustration and anger of these stupid backstabbers finally settled within him and all he could do was scream about it. If he could have taken a picture, Shiro would have gladly done it. No one had ever looked at him that way. No one had ever stared at the boy who was so helpful, so playful, so kind like he was mean and rude and insane.

 

But they bothered him. They kept him from getting to Sakurai and now the two boys were gone.

 

Without another word Shiro pushed past the students and stormed to homeroom to wait for Sakurai. He would wait forever, and if need be he would quickly rid of him this guy who seemed to think it was okay to hang all over the man who belonged to Shiro….

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[05:05 A.M.][Airport Lobby]

 

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There was always something eerie that Sakurai found in empty spacious places. Not about ghosts or spirits that most often would associate with unnatural silence, but more on the possibility of unseen eyes looking at him -like assassins, waiting for their chance to strike. He would know. Lorde was that class.

 

He didn't really have any trouble with how void the airport was, at that time of morning, but it still prickled the hairs on the back of his neck with the urge to constantly stop and observe. It had been a habit while he was in SAO; constant and almost vigil environment observation. It was fine within large crowds because it was easy to conceal oneself within, but a lot less when it came to wide and empty areas. Sakurai didn't know if said habit kept returning because he didn't want it gone or because he just couldn't overcome it. He did see the advantages, no matter how paranoid it might look, and it didn't really debilitate him so he supposed that the disadvantage was easily negligible.

 

Soft taps of his shoes against the white tiled floors echoed against tall partitions and glass walls, the distant whir of the cleaner the janitors used echoed equally back and Sakurai was at least thankful to that small distraction. With no noise from massive crowds, the usually muffled sounds of jet engines were a bit more apparent, their high-pitched ring a constant tingling in his exposed ears.

 

What he was doing there was something he hadn't really expected. Isiah, his overseas friend from Sword Art Online, had never really given him any hints that he would be transferring to his school.. in the middle of the school year, no less.

 

They had met in the deadly game, obviously. Isiah had been a member of a thieving guild where they preyed upon unsuspecting players and either killed them and took their items or just tricked them, should said players prove too strong for them to defeat. Isiah had been a new recruit, his life saved by the leader,and had agreed to join the guild in hopes of repaying the favor. Sakurai that time had been skilled enough -as well as connected- to be able to obtain Kusanagi, and even in SAO that sword had been beyond rare. So naturally Isiah's guild would want it for themselves.

 

They were smart in believing that they couldn't defeat him, so they did something tricky instead; they let Isiah gain his trust. That took quite a while. Perhaps a few months of them being together in a two-man party as they challenged various floors of the tower. Isiah had been a mage healer and debilitator back then and that had worked perfectly with Lorde's fighting style. Sakurai had his first taste of sex with Isiah, five months in. They'd done it at a hotspring of a small town's inn, the bathroom and bedroom too. And when he woke up, the mage was gone along with his precious Kusanagi.

 

A small fond smile, curved Sakurai's scarf-covered lips.

 

He had known what Isiah wanted all along. Had been awake the numerous times the mage had tried to steal his sword. Them having sex hadn't been a part of his plan, but it progressed it so he didn't complain. It had been easy to track the blond and he led Lorde just right where the assassin had wanted him to. Suffice to say that the thieving guild was disbanded that very day and Isiah.. well.. the sly mage had been a Lieutenant of Aincard Liberation Force all along. It had been his plan to destroy that guild, but he couldn't do it alone, and then Lorde came into the picture and the rest was history.

 

The white-head chuckled. He guessed there was a pun in that somewhere.

 

"You planning on taking over the world or something?" Came the soft fond words before his head was being pulled down by small hands and his lips pressed against another's. Sakurai smiled, despite the pang of something that made him briefly remember Celestite. Typical Isiah greeting.

 

"No." He murmured as they parted, one eyebrow lifting at the number of bags that lay behind the blond. "I thought you were only supposed to transfer here for the rest of the school year?"

 

"Nope. I'll finish High School here. And I'll be living with you for that duration, so take good care of me!" Hands to slim hips along with puffed cheeks and a pout accompanied that statement.

 

And Sakurai could only mutter a long-suffering, "Fine." before he started grabbing bags.

 

[07:20 A.M.][school Hallway]

 

Flat lips tightened, stamped on an equally flat face with soft gray circles under lidded magenta eyes. Sakurai was patient, he was ZEN. He could do this.

 

He had to carry five fully packed bags. Had to walk down the long airport stairs while trying to balance the entire weight without him missing a step or worse, falling and perhaps breaking every bone in his body. Had to endure Isiah's energy when they finally got home, had to help him unpack, had to prepare breakfast for two and made sure that Celestite and Lorde had all they needed for the duration of school. Had to drag the blond to said school because he was acting like a child and didn't want to leave the beauty of the park. And now, on their way to the Faculty Office, Sakurai had to endure yet another of Isiah's energetic bouts.

 

The white-head was fine with it; the clinging, the touching, the kissing. On a fine day, he would probably even return them. But today was not a fine day.

 

He. Was. Exhausted.

 

All Sakurai wanted to do was curl-up somewhere warm and soft and go to sleep. Maybe it had been a good idea when he thought of just squeezing inside his cats' Titanic bed and just hibernating there for a few months, but nooooooooo, he had to accompany Isiah to the office and tutor Ichihara and help Celestite get Excalibur and take care of his cats and attend classes and.. okay.. maybe it was indeed a bad idea. But that still doesn't change the fact that all he wanted to do was close his eyes and possibly just pass-out until next week.

 

So with a heavy sigh, he let the blond drag him inside the now busy Faculty Office.

 

He didn't pay any attention to what their homeroom teacher and Isiah talked about, barely even registered anything at that point besides the heaviness of his limbs and eyelids. He thought about just sleeping his morning classes away since most of the lessons they had he already read about and had a fair idea on how to tackle them. That was a good idea. That meant he'd have at least four hours of sleep before lunch break. So with a new-found purpose, Sakurai blinked.. and found himself staring at his classroom doors with Isiah clutching at his arm as if a floor boss was beyond the wooden partition.

 

"None of them are gonna bite, unless you bite first." He murmured while stifling a yawn with the back of his free hand. The blond gave his chest a harmless slap.

 

"You said the same thing about your cats and here I am with a bandaged index finger!" Came the indignant reprimand, hazel eyes glaring without any particular venom in them. But the way petite shoulders relaxed, Sakurai knew his words had done their job.

 

"The School infirmary is just down the hall so if my classmates bite you then you know where to go." Another harmless slap to his chest before his arm was freed and the white-head was given the freedom to enter the room. He gave another yawn as he passed the aisle of chairs and students before going to sit on his usual spot near the windows. He leaned back as the teacher began the customary introductions for a new student.

 

A third yawn escaped parted lips before the blond came in.

 

"Hello, I am Isiah King. Pleased to meet all of you. Take good care of me during my stay." He bowed before promptly heading to the empty seat beside the now snoozing Sakurai.

 

Pale fingers threaded through white locks, gently massaging the scalp beneath. "He's a bit tired. Please let him sleep. I'll give him my notes after."

 

And with a nod, the teacher began.

 

 

[MaryWeather]

[8:00 AM, Homeroom]

 

Isiah King. A foreigner. A not so cute foreigner, but in reality he was very cute… Not that Shiro would ever admit that. He was the kind of person who was overwhelming, but charming. Loud, but enjoyable. Crazy, but fun. He was the kind of person people liked. The kind of person people were drawn to especially here in Japan where foreigners were rare in such a typical high school. The energy in the room buzzed with renewed life as the new guy walked to the back of the class and sat next to the one who garnered the least of amount of attention. Everyone wanted to talk to him… Everyone wanted to get to know him…

 

He wasn’t unlike Shiro, but… The brunette couldn’t help but wonder if this Isiah King was more… Genuine. If the friends he made actually loved him. If the people who would surround him cared about him, talked to him, text him, hung out with him.

 

Ugh, envy. It was an ugly thing. Hideous. It tore at Shiro’s heart, dipped it in it’s disgusting green liquid and hardened it against anything that tried to enter it. All he could see was green. When he saw Isiah pet Sakurai, his Sakurai, it made him want to scream. He almost did. The possessiveness that Celestite felt for Lorde only intensified and flowed through Shiro’s veins. After all, it was only a two nights ago that Celes had so powerfully and passionately laid his claim on Lorde.

 

“You’re all mine, Lorde. All mine.”

 

Did Sakurai forget that in such a short amount of time? Who was this Isiah who felt it was appropriate to drape himself all over him and kiss him and touch him? Did this Isiah make Sakurai forget all about the little fairy that was waiting for him back in Alfheim?

 

Shiro was troubled to say the least. Distraught to say the most.

 

But what could he do? What could he say to Isiah? And even more what could he say to Sakurai? Sakurai just… Didn’t know. He didn’t know who Shiro was. He didn’t know that Shiro would rip his heart out and hand it to him on an arrow if he asked him to. He didn’t know that Celestite would cut off his own wings and throw them in a furnace if Lorde even mentioned it. He didn’t know that Shiro’s mind was filled with only thoughts of him. He didn’t understand that Celestite attached himself to the lifeless of Lorde and clung to him so desperately last night; he would die right by his side if it came down to it. They could be lifeless avatars together.

 

Shiro didn’t think he ever sighed so hard in his life. What could he do? What could he possibly do? At this point he couldn’t just come out to Sakurai and tell him he was Celestite. He couldn’t admit to him how much he cared about him and how much it hurt him to see him with someone else. And he couldn’t just go off on Isiah for planting himself in Sakurai’s lap and loving him up. Not that he wouldn’t, but it would disturb Sakurai…

 

What could he do? His options were limited….

 

[4:15 PM, After School, Shiro’s bedroom]

 

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Shiro never imagined he would send such a short, uncaring message to someone he adored so much. But he was confused. At a loss. Unsure of what to say or do. He had wanted to approach Sakurai and ask him about Isiah, but he couldn’t. He had also wanted to ask Isiah exactly who the hell he was and what his relation to Sakurai was, but… He couldn’t. Whatever confidence he had, whatever made it so easy for him to socialize disappeared when he thought about those two.

 

So he didn’t. He didn’t satisfy his curiosity. He didn’t bother to talk to them. He needed to regain himself or else he would make a fool of himself in front of Sakurai and push him away. When he saw Sakurai tonight… That would be when he brought it up. After he had calmed down, enjoyed some time in ALO, and waited a few hours before trying to talk to Sakurai, he would be able to gather his thoughts and ask him reasonably about Isiah.

 

But until then….

 

“Link start!”

 

[4:20 PM, Lorde’s Treehouse]

 

“Oh Lorde, my Lorde….”

He had woken up just how he had fallen asleep. Celestite clung tightly to the body that covered his own, pressing sweet kisses to Lorde’s cheek and neck. Feeling his warmth even when this avatar was completely soulless calmed his heart more than anything else could. He could feel Lorde’s dedication… He could feel his care and love… He could sense his desire to protect the Leprechaun even when he wasn’t really there.

 

And yet, Celestite’s heart ached. He couldn’t get that guy out of his mind. That foreigner who laid claim to the man behind the avatar. His heart was bleeding; it threatened to destroy him from the inside out and all because of this man he had only met a few days ago.

 

“What have you done to me, Lorde?”

 

It was a question he had asked before. It was a question he knew he would continue to ask. So long as his body trembled just at the thought of him, and his mind fell to pieces, and his heart threatened to burst out of his chest, he would ask that question. And so long as this horrible, hideous feeling, this disgusting, slimy emotion of jealousy crawled through his body like a snake, he would never stop asking that question.

 

“This must be love. It feels awful enough.”

 

All of these feelings, good and bad, could only equal to one thing….

 

“Do I love you, Lorde? Is that what this is?” Celestite whispered to his sleeping darling, tightening his hold on him as if that foreigner would jump into the game and take him away.

 

“So who was he then? You know who… He seemed to know you well. He’s cute… Not as cute as me. But cute enough. His accent is cute. Is that it? Is that what attracts you to him? Or are you even really attracted to him? Am I getting so jealous over nothing?”

 

The words flowed out of his mouth like a waterfall and washed over the both of them in the comfort of their bed. And yet nothing… There was no response. There was nothing.

 

“As long as you hold me I feel like I’m safe. As long as you’re beside me I feel like I can do anything. Just the thought of you makes me want to forge weapons you can only dream of. You’re my everything, Lorde. Sakurai. And I can’t even begin to explain it to you. And to top it off you don’t know how desperately I want you to know me….” Just as his words flowed like water from his mouth, his tears too became a waterfall of uncontrollable and confusing emotions. “I want you to know Shiro. I want you to know how much he cares about you. He watches you day in and day out to make sure you’re okay and happy and to see you with that guy… It killed me. All I want is for you to know me. I want you to know Shiro. I want you to feel the same for him that you feel for Celestite. Do you dislike Shiro? Is he annoying to you? Is he not as pretty as Celestite? Or have you two just not spent enough time together? I can accept that. Perhaps Sakurai and Shiro need more time than Lorde and Celestite.

 

Or maybe you just don’t want to betray Celestite.”

 

That last thought was the comforting one. It was the one that made him wipe away his tears, get out of bed, put on his armor, and prepare to fight. It was the one that made him turn back before he left, kiss Lorde, and hold him just a bit longer before setting out on his mission. Lorde was still expecting a lot of him. He expected him to be strong for him, and Celestite would. He would become powerful, as powerful as he could for his lover.

 

Excalibur was waiting.

 

[7:47 PM, Lorde’s Treehouse]

 

Celestite was surprised at how easy fighting had been today. He transferred his rage and jealousy and hate into Elestial and used it to slice through anything that came to his path. He was used to fighting again… Or somewhat. Nevertheless, his steel cut through whatever enemy they came across and it wasn’t long before his abilities skyrocketed. He was even lucky enough to have a particularly rare item drop;

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that increased his defense by ten points and allowed him to see enemies and players that would normally be hidden with spells or items.

 

Though whether or not Lorde liked glasses... Well, that remained to be seen. He would go ahead and wear them, though... Just in case.

 

The next thing he did was take a screenshot of his abilities for Lorde. There was a before and after, and both he sent to him. He would wake up to the pictures in his mailbox and he could see for himself just how much stronger the little Leprechaun had become.

 

Before:

 

[table=width: 500, class: grid, align: center]

[tr]

[td]Elestial[/td]

[td]Neutron[/td]

[td]Crucifixion[/td]

[td]Quadruple Pain[/td]

[td]Battle Healing[/td]

[td]Hiding[/td]

[/tr]

[tr]

[td]Level 450

A high-level charge skill that produces a sonic boom and looks like a comet.[/td]

[td]Level 300

A high-ranking extreme speed Sword Skill that delivers 5 consecutive thrusts. 20% Physical and 80% Holy damage [/td]

[td]Level 120

A skill composed of six strikes, the first three being vertical thrusts, and the latter three being horizontal thrusts, creating a figure of a cross.[/td]

[td]Level 780

A rapid four-hit thrust that can immobilize the target.[/td]

[td]Level 700

Recover certain percentage of HP over time during battle. It can be leveled up by constantly getting one's HP into the red zone.[/td]

[td]Passive - Level 520

Allows for a person to disappear. Only works on targets that use visual tracking

 

[/td]

[/tr]

 

[/table]

 

After:

 

[table=width: 500, class: grid, align: center]

[tr]

[td]Elestial[/td]

[td]Neutron[/td]

[td]Crucifixion[/td]

[td]Quadruple Pain[/td]

[td]Battle Healing[/td]

[td]Hiding[/td]

[/tr]

[tr]

[td]Level 710

A high-level charge skill that produces a sonic boom and looks like a comet.[/td]

[td]Level 800

A high-ranking extreme speed Sword Skill that delivers 5 consecutive thrusts. 20% Physical and 80% Holy damage [/td]

[td]Level 512

A skill composed of six strikes, the first three being vertical thrusts, and the latter three being horizontal thrusts, creating a figure of a cross.[/td]

[td]Level 1000

A rapid four-hit thrust that can immobilize the target.[/td]

[td]Level 1000

Recover certain percentage of HP over time during battle. It can be leveled up by constantly getting one's HP into the red zone.[/td]

[td]Passive - Level 1000

Allows for a person to disappear. Only works on targets that use visual tracking

 

[/td]

[/tr]

 

[/table]

 

Once that was done there was something else to worry about.

 

“Goddammit….”

 

Lorde’s room was a mess of black charcoal. All over the walls and floors were Celestite’s concept arts of armor and weapons and mounts. And they weren’t even up to standard! The fucking ship looked terrible!

 

“At least the horses look good….”

 

And after a few moments of scrubbing at the drawings he knew it was hopeless. Completely hopeless….

 

“I hope Lorde won’t be too mad…”

 

To think he had ruined his treehouse after only spending one night there… It didn’t get much more irresponsible than that. Even when there was plenty of parchment in his inventory, Celestite had chosen the floors and walls of the beautiful treehouse to defile. His hand ruined the gorgeous, intricately designed wood and for what? Concept designs?

 

“I’m sorry, darling.”

 

Another kiss was given to Lorde before Celestite took off the sweaty clothes he was wearing and replaced them with a shirt that belonged to his lover. It hit right at his thighs, only just covering his privates.

 

“It smells like you~” Celestite once again climbed into bed, though this time he laid on top of the other, kissing him and touching him and keeping their cocks exactly where Celes could rub them against one another.

 

“Oh how I want to….” He whispered. “But it would be a bad idea, wouldn’t it? When I have to visit you in the real world?” He adjusted his new glasses with two fingers, smirked at his unconscious lover, and rubbed his desperate anus against the flaccid cock that refused to gain life.

 

Still…

 

Celestite’s gasp was soft as he worked that limp cock inside of him.

 

“Why won’t you wake up for me? I miss you…”

 

Even when he was limp, Lorde filled the other’s hole and pierced him all the way to his heart. As long as they were together, as long as their bodies remained bonded the way they were, Celestite was happy.

 

“I hope you’re happy when you wake up. I hope you enjoy the feel of my body around you. I hope you like my new glasses. And I hope you like those damn drawings I did.”

 

With one last kiss, Celestite logged out, leaving the bright, colorful, secret world that belonged only to Lorde and Celestite for a far harsher reality.

[707]

[04:16 P.M.][Library]

"You're playing again, aren't you?"

 

Came the soft whispered words from Isiah, small fingers curled tightly against the sleeves of his uniform and face a serious mask. He'd been surprisingly silent once school had been over, had been a small blessing to Sakurai when the curious students that flocked the blond the entire day had dispersed. The silence that came after had almost been therapeutic and the white-head had never been so grateful that the Library was almost always empty and that it was

mandatory

to be quiet.

 

He had been surprised that Isiah had complied with the rules without any muttered complaint. Sakurai had been grateful for that, had been thankful that the blond knew that the white-head could only tolerate so much noise before he got annoyed and consequently said something that would have hurt the other. It had happened before and Sakurai wasn't sure if it was a good thing that the smaller teen remembered it or not. The sudden question though, made him pause from his absorbed weather forecast reading, of all things.

 

He knew that going inside Virtual Reality and using Nervegear was still somewhat of a sore topic for the blond. That was the very reason he never even mentioned of his entering Alfheim in the first place, knowing that Isiah would disapprove and probably be upset by it. But that was the thing, Isiah could get upset over it but it was still Sakurai's decision to make and his alone. People could point and sneer and jeer, but they all held no power when it came to him making decisions about factors that affected his life. It might be selfish to see it that way, but it was the truth all the same. And he would tolerate nothing less, even from a long-standing friend.

 

So he nodded, giving the blond a detached look as if that alone could

will

the energetic student to drop the matter. He didn't - of course not. He was stubborn like that.

 

"Why? After Sword Art, I thought it became clear that we could never trust those things again?"

Isiah sounded confused rather than angry, as if he wanted to see through Sakurai's perspective and was having a lot of trouble doing so.

 

Sakurai didn't blame him, sometimes even he, himself, had trouble seeing through his own perspective.

 

"It's quiet there."

He murmured, magenta eyes glittering as Celestite flashed at the forefront of his mind and tender affection just came bursting out in disgusting fountains of rainbows and butterflies. The thought made the white-head smile, lips curving in that rare manifestation of his emotions.

"Friends that love you, you have them, Isiah. I.... do not. In there, I am free. In there, I am happy. And now, In there, I have..."

 

Pink lips curved less, white eyebrows relaxing as Sakurai's eyes did all the smiling he physically didn't know how to show, as one hand went into his pocket and retrieved his phone, only to unlock it and stare at the lewdness that was Celestite. The image didn't exactly arouse him, not with the atmosphere, but it made his heart clench, made his blood burn with emotion too strong for him to comprehend. It made the edges of his eyes sting at how much he had of it, how encompassing it was.

 

"...him.."

He whispered, finally breaking his longing stare to give Isiah a content smile, as if what he had looked at.. as if what he had in Celestite.. was the entire universe itself.

 

"You have found him."

Isiah smiled, gentle and proud, one petite hand lifting to cup Sakurai's cheek as if they were mother and son, talking about something monumental.

 

Problem was, Sakurai had no idea what that something was.

 

"What?"

Came the flat and confused question from a now perplexed-looking white-head. And just like that, the silence of the library was broken as Isiah burst out laughing.

 

[08:13 P.M.][Home]

 

The house was calm, surprisingly since Isiah's arrival. Sakurai was at least thankful that the blond knew when to shut up and be mellow when he needed him to. He liked this quiet version of the usually noisy teen, liked how he stayed put while playing with Sakurai's cats as the white-head prepared chili for them to dip some cheese chips that he had. He had asked Ichihara to bring snacks but that didn't mean that he'd be a bad host and not prepare any.

 

He was already done cooking dinner for three, made sure there were more than enough cheese and meatballs to the spaghetti he made and even made sure that there was a surplus of sauce since he did enjoy having his pasta in that creamy goodness. They were all safely tucked in the refrigerator, to be heated once tutoring was done.. it was actually quite serendipitous; Ichihara asking to be tutored while Isiah came barging in with five heavy suitcases.

 

Sakurai had been asleep the entire morning period, but afternoon classes were a different matter entirely. He'd been awake and the blond had barely been able to follow with much of their lessons. He did understand some points and asked correct questions from time to time, but overall, he needed some major catching up. So it was timely, what Ichihara had asked. He could tutor the two and their two problems would be solved. Like killing two person with one ballpen.. or something like that.. not that he intended to do that or anything. It was a metaphor.. and now that he thought about it, maybe it would have been better to use animals instead.

 

He shook his head, banishing the thought entirely out of his mind, before turning off the stove and taking out a bowl from the plates cupboard. He scooped a healthy serving of chili then grabbed the nearby dish of chips before heading back to the living room. The TV was on, playing some movie about a blue alien-prisoner guy that Sakurai didn't care to know. Depositing the chili and chips on the kotatsu, an eyebrow lifted as his gaze rested on a snoring Isiah with two purring cats resting on his chest. Jet lag, it seemed, finally caught up with a vengeance.

 

Another shake of his head as he strode towards the sleeping creatures, his feet barely making any sound as he tenderly scooped up his cats before placing them inside their Titanic bed. Then he turned, gave the sleeping blond an exasperated look before delivering a kick to his shin.

 

"I wasn't sleeping!"

Came the disoriented shout, crimson eyes hazy with the vestiges of interrupted slumber and Sakurai almost snickered as he scooted into the warmth of his kotatsu.

 

He grabbed a chip, dipped it in chili and took a loud crunching bite. And Isiah all but attacked the table in his haste to get to the food.

 

Deft hands managed to grab them just in the nick of time as the blond tripped -on what, Sakurai had no idea- and came face-first on the surprisingly sturdy kotatsu. His doorbell chimed and the white-head had no choice but to shout,

"It's open!"

to what might possibly be Ichihara at his front doors, as Isiah began to chase him around his living room with that maniacally starved expression.

 

And then Isiah jumped.. nay, pounced, with fingers curved as if for claws, and Sakurai had only enough time to set the food back down on the kotatsu table before the small teen came crashing unto him with the force of a cranky zebra. They fell on twisting limbs and muffled groans and shouts, ending up with Isiah's ass firmly planted on Sakurai's face. And said ass stifled another groan as two footsteps slapped against the living room's polished wooden floor.

 

"This is SO what it looks like."

Was the blond's shameless announcement and Sakurai

just had to

bite his skinny ass for that.

 

Isiah gave a startled yelp as he jumped about five feet away, with his hands rubbing his smarting buttocks. The white-head gave him an unimpressed look before he stood and gave Ichihara a small smile.

 

"Don't mind him, Ichihara-kun. He's just being stupid as usual. Welcome to my small house. Please, feel free to act as if you are at home, but try not to break anything."

 

"He's allowed to feel at home and I'm not!?"

Came Isiah's indignant and accusatory statement, as if he were a student pointing out his teacher's favoritism. Sakurai gave him a flat look.

 

"How many times did you mention to me before that your house needed cleaning? More than three times every week. I don't want my house to turn like yours."

Was the scoffed reprimand, the white-head blatantly ignoring the embarrassed pout the blond was giving him.

"Ichihara-kun, I hope you two can get along. He might not look like it but he can be a bit shy when it comes to new people."

A muttered

'No, I'm not.'

got ignored in the background.

 

And the night began.

 

 

[MaryWeather]

[8:15 PM, Sakurai's Home]

Why was he here? Of all people, why was that foreigner here? This invader? This strange conqueror who managed to not only destroy all of Shiro’s logic and reason, but apparently take over Sakurai’s house as well!

 

If only he had Elestial… Oh if only….

 

Shiro could only stare as the two bantered back and forth. Old friends. Perhaps even more than that. A normal person would have introduced himself, sat at the kotatsu, showed everyone what he brought to eat, and talked about the reason he was here and maybe even just a bit more personal things. A normal person would have been comfortable with this new person, this alien, this sorry excuse for human being, but no… Shiro right now wasn’t normal. He was a tangled web of envy and jealousy and hate. Nearly every deadly sin tore at his body in some way or another just at the sight of Isiah and rendered him immobile.

 

And of course Isiah’s little statement….

 

“This is SO what it looks like.”

 

Shiro was surprised he didn’t rip the kid’s head off right then and there. And to be so comfortable as to bite him…. Sakurai must have really cared for him. They must have really cared for each other.

 

And while Isiah and Sakurai had nothing but care and affection flowing between the two of them, Shiro had to accept the fact that he was nothing but a student to Sakurai. Someone who had asked him for a favor, invaded his home, and only had snacks to provide for his teacher.

 

So in reality Shiro was the invader, not Isiah. Isiah was welcome here. Isiah was comfortable enough with Sakurai to do… Whatever it was they were doing before Shiro got there. And Sakurai felt the same way about this… This foreigner. If only there was a way Shiro could drag him kicking and screaming back to his country…. Back to where he came from. Back to the bowels of hell he had risen from.

 

“I need some air….” Came Shiro's stoic, dead, heavy voice that was so different than the usual jovial, excited tone he tended to carry.

 

And just as quickly as he had come in, the brunette dropped his snacks at the entryway and left, slamming the door shut… Just a bit harder than he had intended. Outside was better than in that place… It was better than observing the clear connection between Sakurai and Isiah. It was better than the stuffy air in there that made it’s way into Shiro’s lungs and crushed them when they were already heavy from the weight of his jealously. It was better than risking either of them seeing the water tease at the corners of his eyes. It was better than them seeing his nostrils flair and his face turn red.

 

“Fuck… God… Fucking dammit!”

 

How was it possible to feel this strongly for someone? Why did love or whatever this was have to hurt so much? Why did his heart have to be put through so much just get what it wanted? Why did Celestite get to have Lorde when Shiro had to fight for his beloved Sakurai? Why did Celestite get to have a man who shared his feelings, while Shiro’s were completely one sided? Why did Celestite have Lorde all to himself when Shiro was forced to watch as Sakurai fooled around with someone else?

 

Why?

 

"I hate you all. I hate you, Isiah. I hate you too, Celestite. It’s your fault I feel this way. It’s yours….”

“Nyah~”

 

Shiro turned around with the quickness that Celestite used in his endless battles today. He was even ready to destroy his enemy only to realize there was no enemy at all… Just a cat. Celestite to be exact.

 

“Oh no, no, no. Not you, kitty. I don’t hate you at all.” Shiro bent and scooped the little kitten in his arms, sitting on the ground with him and petting him gently. His fur felt similar to Celestite’s hair… There wasn’t much difference between the two really. The eyes, the color, the fur… This cat truly was the reincarnation of Shiro’s avatar.

 

“I don’t hate the other Celestite either. The fairy. I just… I’m jealous of him and what he has. I wish I could have a shop like him and create wonders. I wish I could be as strong as him… I know; it’s weird right? He’s not strong physically, but he can stand up for himself better than I can. He deleted everyone on his friend’s list. Did you know that? And my phone is still completely full. Full of all these people who care nothing about me and who I care nothing about. Isn’t that weird? Most people don’t do that. Most people don’t associate at all with people they don’t like, but if I didn’t… Then well… I wouldn’t have any friends.”

 

All the while Shiro was talking, Celestite the kitty was talking too. Mewling and meowing and pawing at Shiro’s cheek. The cuteness, the innocence, the playfulness… All of it warmed Shiro’s heart. Somehow this little kitten heard Shiro’s cries and felt his stress and found his own way of comforting him. The brunette rubbed his face in the kitten's soft fur, letting his tears wet him as he let the animal's calm aura wash over him and relax him as well.

 

“You’re just as chatty as me and Celes. Lorde isn’t so chatty, you know? He’s a man of few words. But a man of passion nonetheless. What about your Lorde? Is he quiet? He takes good care of you though, doesn’t he?”

 

Lorde and Celestite. They fell together so easily. Whether they were cats or avatars, the two of them couldn’t get enough of each other. Shiro and Sakurai, however… It was harder. There were obstacles. But if two avatars could do it, and two cats could it, there was no reason Shiro and Sakurai couldn’t.

 

The resolve Shiro gained wasn’t much. It hardly gave him the confidence he needed to confront Sakurai and Isiah, but it at least helped him stand and make his way back to the living room that seemed so much more intimidating than before.

 

Shiro slowly opened the door and bowed to Sakurai as an apology while still holding little Celestite. “I’m sorry. I found it difficult to breathe for a moment so I thought being outside would help me. I’m fine now. Sorry if I worried you.” He then gestured to little kitten who was trying desperately to get out of Shiro’s arms and get back his Lorde. “I think he followed me out. He must have escaped before I shut the door. I’ll be careful about watching the cats next time. Celestite, wasn’t it? He’s a cutie~”

 

Once he was on the ground, Celestite ran to his kitty protector, the one who looked far too much like his owner. The two cuddled together, though Lorde tapped his paw on Celestite’s head as if scolding him for running off so quickly and without so much as a good bye.

 

Celestite the kitty and Shiro both should have thought before running off… But nevertheless, Shiro was ready to try again. To try his hand at trusting Sakurai all over again and accepting Isiah for… Whoever he might be.

 

It was going to be a long night.

[707]

[08:18 P.M.][Home]

 

"Ichihara-kun, do you like Virtual Games?"

 

Came the sudden question from Sakurai the moment Ichihara had sat down, magenta eyes fixed firmly with onyx ones, face still as blank as usual but gaze implying intense emotion.

 

It wasn't that the white-head wanted to scare the raven or anything, but he just wanted to make sure that the other understood who Isiah was for him. Many would consider Sakurai to be oblivious when it came to

his

own emotions, but that didn't mean that he was also the same when it came to other people. On the contrary, his constant observation of them had made him quite adept at figuring out what went through their minds. And Ichihara had seemed to really dislike Isiah, the very moment he laid eyes on him. He didn't understand where that was rooted from, but if the two -Ichihara and Isiah- were to be spending time together, with school and tutorials, then they both needed to get along. And Sakurai would tolerate nothing less on people asking for

his

help.

 

"There was this Virtual Game called Sword Art Online, a few years back. I'm sure you've at least read it in the newspaper, if not the online blogs."

A petite hand lifted, grabby fingers slyly heading towards the half-empty plate of chips before it was slapped away and Isiah let out a surprised squeak; crossing his arms across his chest and giving that patented puffed-pout.

"That game trapped every player inside it, didn't let them wake up. Much more, when you died in the game, you also died here. Isiah and I had been in that game."

A small exasperated smile came as the persistent blond made to reach for the chips once more. The white-head allowed him, his gaze still firmly locked on Ichihara's own.

"He's a very dear friend of mine, saved my life more times than I can count.. then again, majority of those times I needed saving had been his fault in the first place."

 

"Hey, no pain no gain."

Came the blond's pointed words directed towards Ichihara, crimson eyes going serious as if to deliver a hidden message for a split second before it was gone. A crunch as a chip was bitten.

"Besides, you wouldn't have gained your nickname as Reaper if it weren't for me. And that had avoided you a lot of unnecessary fights."

 

A tired sigh came past pink lips, the only indication that somewhere in that sentence, Sakurai disagreed. And he did. That nickname was not an apt one since he technically didn't kill anyone in SAO.. he'd just made sure that he terrified them enough to stop whatever it is they were doing. Isiah had been the one who spread those stupid rumors where he'd killed an entire guild of elite fighters. For the briefest period, that had garnered him the wrath of the blond's own guild and players had called him Reaper then. They had hunted Lorde down and would have killed him on the spot if it weren't for Isiah admitting that those rumors were all lies. Sakurai had been so furious he'd almost killed the small teen then. After that, he guessed, the name just stuck since everyone who was pitted against him came running back with tails between their legs.

 

"My point is,"

A glare was momentarily delivered towards the noisily chewing Isiah before crystaline gaze was returned to Ichihara.

"I don't know what you don't like about Isiah, I have a few things I don't like about him too, but he's nice when you get to know him. Will you give him that chance, for me, Shiro-kun?"

 

He hadn't know what came over him to just use his calssmate's given name as offhandedly like that, but it made his message all the more clearer since what he was asking was not an impersonal request, but a very personal one.

 

Ichihara had friends, lots of them, but Sakurai got that feeling as if they weren't really his

true friends

like the ones Celestite had. Because if they were then the raven wouldn't have been in the white-head's house in the first place. So at least he'd like to.. help in that regard. Isiah could be too much sometimes, but he was loyal and true through and through.

 

"You two are very alike."

He continued, giving the two smaller teens a soft smile as he included Celestite mentally in that list.

"People gravitate towards you, but they only stay in orbit and not really getting any closer. But sometimes, there are those that fall on you like a comet and will be lodged there forever."

Another smile, this one more tender with its affection as he imagined that comet being one cute fairy.

"You two remind me of someone.. someone that had become very special to me in a very short amount of time. So please don't fight, because you two are like twin stars."

And with that, he stood and headed towards his room to get the materials needed for their tutorials.

 

[10:20 P.M.][Home]

 

Cracks of tired spines, necks and fingers interrupted the silence that had presided within the two hours that they had discussed and done some exercises of most of their lessons, not counting the occasional -numerous- grumblings and groans of frustration from Isiah when he encountered a particularly difficult problem to solve. Sakurai had been patient the entire time, made sure to explain unclear things to his two somewhat-students. He'd made sure to answer their questions properly, had shown them where to look for the correct answers and possible mistakes, but he'd made certain to let the two figure things out on their own.

 

Tutoring Ichihara and Isiah had been interesting even if they worked individually for the time being. They were quite diligent when they put their mind to it and Sakurai actually enjoyed them asking the correct questions whilst he'd just lifted an eyebrow with the unimportant ones. Ichihara, surprisingly, had very few of them and had been the more hard worker between the two. How he was bent over his papers, when solving an intricate problem, had reminded Sakurai of how he'd seen Celestite their first night, doing the same thing on his drafting table. It was funny how Ichihara reminded the white-head of his leprechaun more than Isiah did even though he did mention the opposite two hours prior.

 

"That should suffice for today. You can shower first, Ichihara-kun. Isiah, you already showered a while ago so you can head to bed already."

He stood, taking with him three empty plates of spaghetti as he headed towards the kitchen before shouting behind him,

"There's futon in my closet, Ichihara-kun, if you don't want to sleep on the bed. You can just use two of my pillows since I have six of them."

The hiss of water soon followed.

 

"Hello, Celestite. Nice to meet you."

Was Isiah's murmured words, eyes pointed directly at Ichihara while his hands stroked along the black kitten's spine. Then he blinked, gave a nod, gently deposited Celestite beside Lorde before heading towards his room, leaving nothing but silence behind.

 

 

[MaryWeather]

[8:20 PM, Sakurai's Home]

 

It was easy enough for Shiro to avoid Sakurai’s question when the other began talking about Sword Art Online. It was surprising for him, though. Something as personal as being trapped in that death game wasn’t typically a good topic for conversation, especially to someone who was technically a stranger. But as Sakurai continued to speak, his magenta eyes never leaving Shiro’s dark ones, he understood.

 

Had he made it so obvious? Had his jealously flowed so easily from his heart into the atmosphere that surrounded not just him, but all of them? Sakurai knew from the get go that Shiro had a problem with Isiah, and there was nothing Shiro could do to deny it. That being said, Isiah didn’t seem to care. That didn’t shock Shiro… He didn’t seem the type to care whether people liked him or not.

 

But at least now he understood. He understood why Sakurai cared so much for this… This cute, fun, loud foreigner. While Shiro could understand why they were close, he couldn’t begin to understand exactly how strong a bond like that could become. To be trapped in an unusual place where death could come so swiftly… It was only natural that these two remain with each other even after the game was long gone. The bonds that formed from saving each other lives… Risking their lives… Not even Lorde and Celestite could experience that.

 

He could at least try to appreciate someone who Sakurai cared so much about.

 

“I understand….” Shiro couldn’t bring his voice above a whisper. He couldn’t even bring himself to look into the eyes of the two in front of him. At least until Sakurai spoke again.

 

"You two are very alike."

 

“We’re nothing alike,” Came Shiro’s quick correction, though it seemed the two were more similar than Shiro wanted to admit. How could Sakurai read him so easily? He was an open book to the white-head, to the point where he even knew about Shiro’s overwhelming amount of acquaintances and severe lack of true friends. So Shiro had been wrong about Isiah once again… He was much like him, more than he could have wished. Surrounded by others, but could call on no one when he was in need. They both relied on Sakurai to be their friend, to be there when they needed him… And Sakurai had no idea that Shiro felt this way. That he depended so desperately on him just to keep him sane.

 

And then came the admission of a certain someone that Sakurai had grown close to…. Shiro’s heart did backflips and it took everything in him to not shine a smile as bright as the sun. If only he knew… If only Sakurai knew that his precious Celestite was just two feet away from him. If only he knew that this needy, depressed, desperate teenager was the mechanical winged weapons master that had fallen so deeply for Lorde.

 

It was only a matter of time before he did know. Soon enough he would know exactly who Shiro was and the brunette could only hope that he loved him the same way he did in Alfheim.

 

[10:25 PM, Sakurai’s House]

 

While it was true that Shiro’s secret remained safe from Sakurai, it seemed the other had figured him out. Isiah, that stupid, annoying, perky foreigner had revealed in a rather obvious way that he knew exactly who Celestite was.

 

Then again that could have been Shiro’s paranoia… It could have simply been his obsession with the other and how he wanted him as far away from Sakurai as possible. The voices in his head that told him Isiah was the enemy, that targeted him as a threat and a danger, could have tricked Shiro into believing that Isiah was even more of a threat… That he could ruin Shiro’s relationship with Sakurai before it had even begun. Isiah could spill the truth. He could reveal his identity before Shiro was ready and then… All would be lost.

 

It was Shiro who needed to tell Sakurai the truth. It was Shiro who wanted to admit who he was and how he felt about him. It had to be him and no one else and Isiah…

 

Isiah threatened that.

 

How could he even begin to like him now? How could he put himself out there to even be remotely friendly with him when he was acting like this? The two were hardly twin stars… They weren’t even in the same galaxy. They couldn’t have been farther apart and it was impossible for Shiro see how they would ever be close. The two young boys who were surrounded by people and yet so alone couldn’t rely on one another. It simply couldn’t happen regardless of Sakurai’s wishes….

 

“Goddammit! He’s not even cute, Sakurai!”

 

The water that hit Shiro’s body felt like cold, metallic needles, hardly reminiscent of the warm, comforting drops that fell on him during his first night with Sakurai. They made him feel trapped. They filled up the air around him, choking him, drowning him, destroying him from the inside out. It was all he could do to not scream, to not yell for Sakurai to save him and to abandon this stupid foreigner who made his way back into his life.

 

Sakurai was Shiro’s now…. And nothing could stop that.

 

His shower ended with him feeling more melancholic than he had when he first arrived, and it was all because of those stupid words uttered by Isiah. He couldn’t even be sure that he knew the truth. Perhaps he was just talking to the cat…. Even so if Isiah did try to call him out, Shiro could just deny it… But then what good what that do? Eventually the truth would come out whether it was Shiro and Isiah who revealed it.

 

“I hate you,” Shiro whispered for the second time that night. Whatever truce the two had called, whatever promise he had made to Sakurai, whatever mutual feelings of something that could have been called friendship even in the most meager of forms was gone, disappeared from Shiro’s heart to be replaced with pure wrath once again.

 

And it was with those feelings that Shiro fell asleep by Sakurai’s bedside, in the little futon that smelled so much like the one the brunette adored.

___________

 

“I’m sorry. This is just how it is.”

 

No.

 

“I love him.”

 

No.

 

“He means the world to me. It was fun, but… My feelings belong to him. To Isiah.”

 

No!

 

Those haunting, magenta eyes wouldn’t let Celestite go. They stared at him, digging into his heart with the sharpness of Kusanagi’s blade. How could he trust him so much? How could Sakurai just allow this man to take away all of their passionate nights together? How could he hold his hand, look him in the eye, and tell him he loved him? And all while Celestite was standing right there?

 

He looked happy. God, Sakurai--Lorde--had never looked so happy. But that smile… It was one he had shared with Celestite too. He smiled so widely at him, removed his mask, and showed him the beautiful beaming smile that lay underneath it. It was just one of many things Celestite had laid claim on…. Just one of many things that was stolen by Isiah.

 

“Those nights meant nothing to you?” Celestite’s voice shook with rage and sadness once he finally found the will to speak. “They were just… Nothing to you. Sex filled nights to keep you satisfied and nothing more.”

 

“That’s right.”

 

He was taken aback with how quickly Lorde had answered. There was nothing in voice. He might as well have been answering a math problem. This man who was the shelter above Celestite, who had left his marks on his body, who had stolen his heart with just a glance was ready to forget about him. To leave him without looking back.

 

Lorde and Isiah… They would go far away. They go far away where they couldn’t hear Celestite’s screams and cries. And if he found them, it wouldn’t matter. They wouldn’t hear him over their moans of pleasure as they had sex in the same bed Lorde had told Celestite was his.

 

“After everything I’ve done for you?”

 

“I thanked you for Kusanagi. And we had fun together.”

 

“What about--”

 

“What about what?” Isiah’s smile made Celestite want to vomit. The grin of a purely evil man, the grin of someone who knew exactly how to manipulate a heart after it had fallen into the palm of his hand. “Excalibur isn’t in it’s dungeon anymore. And guess who got it….”

 

Celestite’s eyes grew wide and his feet moved on their own as he backed away… Away from the betraying Sakurai, the disgusting Isiah, and the legendary sword that was supposed to be his.

 

“It looks good in my hand. I wish I had it in Sword Art! But it’ll do me well here nevertheless. This is a powerful sword… It requires someone strong to wield it. You hardly have a body that can handle Lorde… How can you handle something like this? Lorde and I got it together. We fought together. We destroyed our enemies together. Imagine if you had gone into that dungeon with him. I can see it now. ‘Lorde, help me! Lorde, please! Lorde, I need you!’” Isiah laughed at his nasley imitation of Celestite; even Lorde felt it was appropriate to smile. “Lorde needs someone who can fight by his side. I fought with him in the deadliest game to ever exist. And you? Look at you! Even your wings are fragile!”

 

“Stay away from me!”

 

Celestite’s shriek was ignored as Isiah, who didn’t even belong in this game, came at him with Excalibur. Even his metal wings could feel the force of the sword striking down on them. Metal screeched against metal and Celestite fell as the gears and plates of wings shattered. His HP bar dropped below half and continued to drop as another blow was delivered to his precious wings.

 

And Lorde did nothing to stop it.

 

“This isn’t you. Please, Lorde. You’re not the type to let something like this happen. You’re not the type to abandon someone you care about. Please….”

 

And then Isiah… Isiah, the boy who was made of snakes, delivered the final blow to Celestite. The last thing the Leprechaun saw was Lorde grabbing his new lover and planting a deep, passionate victory kiss on his lips…. All while Celestite burst into a bright array of polygons; everything from his frail body to the little pieces of his broken wings disappeared forever.

___________

 

“No!! No, no, no!!”

 

Shiro awoke from his night terror with a scream that scared even him. His sweat drenched himself as well as the pillow, and apparently the cats that had made their way into their master’s room.

 

“S-Sakurai….”

 

Shiro didn’t care that Sakurai had yet to give him permission to call him his given name. He needed him. He needed his warmth and comfort. After two days of not having it and after dealing with this fucking Isiah, he needed to hold him again. He needed to hear his melodies of love; he needed to feel his heartbeat and know that it beat for him; he needed to feel his warm breath; he needed his kisses to dry his tears….. He needed his Sakurai.

 

“P-please….” Shiro crawled on all fours past the kittens who seemed to stare at him like he was a pathetic mouse, unworthy of being chased and eaten. “Please, Sakurai…. Sakurai? Wake up….”

Who knew the white-head was such a heavy sleeper? Shiro would have found it cute had he not been so distraught. Tears fell from his eyes as he crawled into bed with Sakurai, not waiting for him to confirm or deny whether it was alright. He all but dropped himself on top of the other, burying his face in the neck of the still very sleepy Sakurai. The other mumbled a bit… Seemed to understand Shiro’s request to an extent and did nothing to push him away.

 

Shiro knew his dream would never happen. Lorde wasn’t the kind of person to let someone he love die. He wasn’t the kind of person to leave them crying in the middle of a forest with no defense. He wasn’t the type to care about someone as much as he cared about Celestite, then leave them for someone else entirely.

 

He was better than that. He was so much better than that. This dream of his did nothing for Lorde… He knew it was false, that it would never happen in a million years…

 

But he also knew it would leave a bad taste in his mouth. He knew it would be even harder to trust Isiah, to get along with him, to even be in the same room as him.

 

How did this happen? He asked himself this over and over, but the answer continued to elude him. How did he fall so hard for Sakurai--for Lorde--in such a short amount of time? How had this person left such a dramatic impact on him? How did it happen that every face he saw was Sakurai’s? Every voice was his, every word in a book was his name, everything… Everything was him. Sakurai.

 

“Hold me… As tightly as you can.” He made the request while the other was still somewhat awake, while he dwindled between this world and the world of dreams. Once again Sakurai seemed to understand his request and held Shiro while the other snuggled against him. It wasn’t too tight… Definitely not as tightly as Lorde held Celestite, but who could blame him? Poor Sakurai was sleepy.

 

“Sleepy Sakurai….” The giggle that escaped Shiro softened his heart just a bit. The small smile that formed on his lips pushed his distressing nightmare just a bit farther away from his mind. The happy thoughts that gathered in him just by being so close to Sakurai began to fill him entirely. His tears stopped falling and he watched as the other quickly fell unconscious again.

 

“My poor, sleepy darling. I’m sorry for waking you up.” With a kiss to the neck of his most precious person, Shiro fell back into a peaceful and deep sleep, his last thoughts on how impressive Alfheim Online was for recreating a person’s scent so accurately.

 

[6:40 AM, Sakurai’s Bedroom]

___________

 

“He’s mine.”

 

“No. Nooooo, no, no, no. He’s mine.”

 

“I’m telling you he’s mine.”

 

“I met him first. I had sex with him first.”

 

“Yeah well that doesn’t really matter, does it? Know why? Because he likes me better!”

 

“Not at all. Lorde and I have history.”

 

“And Lorde and I are making history.”

 

“Well… You’re dumb!”

 

“And you’re so not cute!”

 

After hearing the gasp Isiah released at hearing that statement, Celestite knew he could die in peace. Totally worth it. He could absolutely win this little argument and he would! He would do it for Lorde! After all, this little cretin needed to understand that Lorde belonged to Celestite and vise versa.

 

So there.

 

Their argument continued… The two going back and forth with one another about Lorde; the Spriggan wasn’t even in sight. Who knew where he was, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting the upper hand on this silly, stupid, annoying… Thing!

 

And the upper hand was ripe for Celestite’s taking.

 

Isiah stalked towards the small Leprechaun… Closer… Closer… Just a bit closer.

 

BAM!

___________

 

“Uh oh….”

 

In his dream, Celestite was amazing. He had stood up for himself. He had defeated the evil Isiah by a knee to the crouch and won the prize of Lorde….

 

But in real life… Oh, real life was far more terrible. Real life was a much harder pill to swallow. Real life… Real life just fucking sucked.

 

The crotch that had met Shiro’s knee wasn’t the evil Isiah’s…. It was the amazing, beautiful, perfect Sakurai’s.

 

A million and one thoughts ran through Shiro’s mind, and he couldn’t decipher one from the other. All he could do was react….

 

And it seemed real life was stifling in that aspect as well. His reactions…. Well, they just weren’t as good as Celestite’s.

 

“Ahhh! I’m sorry, Sakur--A-Alloise-kun! I’m-sor--”

 

Why Shiro decided to shove his hand down Sakurai’s pants would remain a mystery to him for as long as lived. Perhaps he wanted to hold the cock that lay within and stroke it all better like one with do with their shin or toe when it was attacked in such an abusive manner. Or perhaps he thought a nice rub down would make Sakurai forget that he had bashed his precious manly parts with his pointy knee. Or maybe even Shiro was just stupid and thought it would help in one way or another.

 

Whatever the reason it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered because the situation only escalated from there. Shiro was all too familiar with the warm liquid that exploded on his hand and arm and Sakurai’s stomach.

 

If this moment could have been frozen in time, scientists would have used it as a textbook example of incredibly awkward high school boys in their natural state of being. Thankfully, this moment couldn’t be frozen in time. Thankfully the two would eventually get over this and never bring it up again.

 

But for now… For now there was no movement. No sounds. No rustle of bedsheets. No sound of gears turning in minds. Nothing.

 

Until Shiro decided to break the silence with more awkwardness.

 

“You’re uhh… You’re bigger… Than you appear in swim club….”

 

Off in the distance, Shiro could swear he heard the cats laughing at him.

[707]

[11:20 P.M.][sakurai's Bedroom]

 

 

It is an undeniable fact that time held no meaning in the world of dreams; It could run faster or crawl slower, with every dreamer's senses dulled or sharpened, along with whatever emotion the dream portrayed.

 

Many people believed that dreams are the manifestation of a person's hidden desires or perhaps some loved and/or forgotten memories, maybe even both. But such could create either bliss or nightmares, all the same, extraordinary in their own way. And it is in the latter that Sakurai found himself blearily being woken up in; Ichihara having a nightmare.

 

It wasn't that he was a heavy sleeper, quite the opposite. But nevertheless, consciousness and full wakefulness came a lot slower than anything else. Normally he'd always need at least half an hour before he really wakes up, although many times he returns back to sleep before he even has the chance to.

 

He'd been awake the moment Ichihara had started murmuring in his sleep, albeit still hazy with deep sleep and perhaps a bit discombobulated with what woke him up in the first place. He'd tried to get back to sleep, had closed his eyes and was on the verge of falling once more into that blissful darkness, but then someone had called his name and his consciousness -as asleep as it was- struggled to remain awake.

 

He murmured a soft affirmation, could barely do anything other than just lie there and let his classmate crawl over him with words Sakurai could barely process. Sometimes though, the mind could be very different from the body and the latter could just move on its own and that was what the white-head found his arms doing, as they wrapped protectively around the small form of the brunet. He'd probably question their closeness come morning, when he was a little bit more awake. But for now, all he cared about was returning back to sleep's warm embrace.

 

And he did, the moment Ichihara quieted down.

 

He was in school, in the library to be exact. It was surprisingly bright.. and noisy, with a lot of students studying and chatting. It was weird since noise was absolutely

forbidden

within the confines of those almost-sacred walls.

 

He was in his usual seat, behind the front counter.. the only difference this time was the heterochromatic raven that was currently sucking his cock.

 

Magenta eyes widened as pink lips stretched wide to accommodate his more than sizeable endowment, a petite hand pumping the rest that couldn't fit in while the other stroked Celestite's own leaking cock. Bright blush was evident on pale cheeks, all the way to those cute ears, while saliva dripped down a wide open mouth. Discolored eyes lifted, clouded in pure lust and want, droplets of unshed tears brimming at the edges. And Sakurai could only watch as one of his own hands went to thread through those soft locks before pulling until his leprechaun's nose was buried against short silvery curls of his pubes, Celestite's neck bulging as thick cock went through it.

 

The leprechaun moaned, hands going faster against his own erection as the white-head began to push and pull that wet and slick mouth along the length of his dick. It all felt so wonderful and so, so erotic with where they were, especially now that Sakurai's sexual appetite was being fed after two days of nothing. Celestite's muffled moans and whimpers went unheard to the crowd but made Sakurai's blood run hotter, made it boil and scorch his veins and up to the very hairs of his skin.

 

The leprechaun sucked hard, let his tongue wiggle and rub along the veined and throbbing length while on occasion his teeth would scrape against the sensitive head, as it was pulled back. Sakurai tried not moan every time he felt himself hit and go past his raven's uvula. But then he pulled out, tried not to groan too loudly when Celestite gave a powerful suck as if he wanted that cock to never leave the confines of his mouth. But the white-head had other plans, despite the displeased pout the master smith was giving him.

 

"Get up."

He murmured and his raven did so, discreetly but without any protest. Strong hands took hold of the smaller teen's erection, pressed it against his larger one, long fingers curling around both, before a firm pump was given.

"Turn around."

Came the command and mismatched eyes brightened before the order was followed.

 

Sakurai gave a small smirk, a finger going to tease that leather-clad hole, only to stop as it poked something else instead. It sounded hard..like plastic. His smirk went higher as he pushed the hidden

vibrator

deeper, made sure his finger went into smooth circles to rub the toy firmly inside his leprechaun's ass.

 

"Slutty Celestite, wearing a vibrator in school. Did you perhaps plan this entire thing? Wanted me to fuck you here, in the library?"

Were his whispered words against the slightly trembling teen, just as the raven's fingers went to swiftly work his own pants off.

 

Then that plump ass came to view and the white-head hardened even more at the sight of that black engine box that plugged that hole he oh so wanted to wreck, the almost silent hum of the toy vibrating being caught by vigilant ears. Sakurai's smirk turned into a grin.

"I'm thinking that you've had this working since lunch. Did you masturbate every time you went to the bathroom? Or did you just turn it off so that you're kept on edge?"

 

"Turned it off. Wanted you to make me cum. Wanted your cock inside me, instead, the whole time."

Celestite whispered, deft fingers going turn the toy off and removing it completely with an erotic squelch and pop, before clutching on his ass cheeks and spreading them open to reveal his oh so wonderfully red and gaping hole.

"Hurry.. stick it in. Fuck me in front of everyone. Show them I'm your slut."

 

No sane man could disregard such request. And Sakurai was but a weak, weak man when it came to Celestite. So he stood, took hold of the base of his cock with one hand while planting the other on slim hips before he all but rammed into that begging hole. The raven screamed, dark head flinging back as his spine curved, one hand going to his stomach, hole clenching so tightly and deliciously as he came in elegant spurts of white. The white-head gave one more push, hilting himself and making his leprechaun shudder and gave out another moan as late spurts of cum came dripping out his leaking cock.

 

Then Sakurai began to move, thrusts immediately fast and powerful, so much so that Celestite had no choice but to bend flat over the front desk, hands clutching at the edges and mouth open in a continuous stream of grunts, pants and moan. Saliva dripped down the edges of his lips, eyes hazy and barely cognizant as the white-head gave him a brutal pounding; the slaps of hips and ass meeting, and wooden counter groaning, now the only noise the library contained. Small feet barely touched the polished floor, lifted upon curled toes and sometimes flapping and bending when a particularly floor-lifting thrust was delivered -followed by a delighted squeal and another bout of anal muscles clenching.

 

Sakurai couldn't see beyond anything that wasn't Celestite, anything that wasn't the body he was

mating

with so vigorously. His leprechaun still felt so wonderfully around his cock, so warm and so, so soft. If he could, he would stay that way for the rest of eternity. Would gladly keep fucking Celestite until they died. And wouldn't it be a sight if they got buried in their graves with his dick still inside the smaller teen. That way they could continue fucking even in the afterlife. The thought made him laugh over his soft panting, made him hit especially hard against his raven's prostate over and over until the leprechaun's pants and moan were made into screams and squeals of pleasure.

 

But then the Library went away and they were now both having sex in a comfortable bed and Sakurai could care less at the softness of the mattress or how warm breeze came to tickle his sweating skin. All he could concentrate on was Celetite's cries, the erotic music of their union and the sound of the bed repeatedly hitting the wall. It was nice though, now that his leprechaun was naked and the familiar steampunk-gear design of his wings were there for the white-head to appreciate along with his incomprehensible stutters of '

yes

'es and '

so good

's.

 

It all went into another crescendo when Sakurai leaned back, while at the same time pulling Celestite with him so that the raven was up and seated on his lap and the white-head lay spread on the bed, hair a sharp contrast against the black of the sheets. And before the leprechaun could regain his bearings, skilled hands gripped pale waist, turning him -without pulling out- so that they now faced each other. Then a downwards pull and an upwards slam that had Celestite screaming and curving as he came the second time, white liquid staining the Sakurai's muscled torso.

 

The taller teen didn't stop, steadily held the orgasming raven as he continued to thrust in and out, up and down, rubbing and plainly slamming against that oh so sensitive prostate until Celestite's tongue was all but hanging out and his body limp with such a prolonged climax. Sakurai smirked, gave one last push before - -

 

[06:43 A.M.][sakurai's Bedroom]

 

- - He woke up shouting, utter bliss of such wonderful dream turning into exquisite agony as hard cock and churning balls met the impact of a bony knee. Magenta eyes gaped open in sudden pained clarity, breath coming in short gasps as interrupted climax warred with mind-numbing suffering, both occurring at the same time on his nether regions.

 

He was so fuckin' close. He was so, so close to those pearly gates, but his bedmate had found it in himself to drag Sakurai down in tormented hell. But then his extreme discomfort turned into immediate shock as Ichihara shoved a hand down his tented pants and boldly grabbed the throbbing erection therein, then morphed into terror and embarrassment as he found himself uttering a strangled shout when his cock found that that contact to hands reminiscent to Celestite's was enough a trigger for his orgasm to come rushing out. And rush out, it did, spilling wetly across the brunet's hand, arm and Sakurai's naked stomach.

 

It was.. quiet after that. No rustle of bedsheets, no shouting, no apologies, no groaning.. even the very air dared not pass by in a breeze. Sakurai had never been subject to a moment more embarrassing than this, thing was.. he wasn't sure which made it so in the first place: The reality that he came

because

of Ichihara or the fact that the small teen's hand was still wrapped firmly around his -surprisingly no longer throbbing in pain- cock? Maybe both.

 

“You’re uhh… You’re bigger… Than you appear in swim club….”

 

Were the words that had broken the spell that stopped time. Birds went back to chirping, the sheets rustled, and even the wind blew once more.

 

Isiah even slammed his bedroom door open before his jaw landed somewhere on the other side of the planet, crimson eyes wide and shocked as they went back and forth from Sakurai to Ichihara to the exposed half-hard dick clutched by slender fingers. The white-head groaned, opened his mouth to tell the blond that it wasn't what it seemed - -

 

"HE'S ALLOWED TO GIVE YOU A HANDJOB AND I'M NOT!?"

 

Came the screech that must have woken every person, still slumbering, in the city.

 

The groan Sakurai let out must have been impressive enough to mimic the snore of a hibernating bear. At least on the positive side of things... was there even a positive side to this?

 

His cats! Yes! They were in the living room so there was no chance that little Celestite might be traumatized by what had happened. That was positive, right?

 

Right?

 

[MaryWeather]

[6:45 AM, Sakurai's Bedroom]

 

The normally chatty Shiro was at a loss for words now. What could he say? What could he possibly say in this situation? Perhaps something about the cats? No, that wouldn’t be good. Sure, the cats were good company, but in this situation where Shiro could feel their judging eyes pierce his heart, it was probably best not to mention them.

 

Besides, it seemed Celestite and Lorde were both aimlessly wandering around the room, the innocent little black kitten looking at the cum that covered Shiro’s arm and Sakurai’s body as if it were a snack. No, kitty… No. Stay away.

 

So, what could he say? How could he respond to Isiah’s… Less than classy reaction? If he tried to explain what had actually occurred he would have just stuttered, mumbled, sounded like he was trying to think of an excuse when that really wasn’t the case. Isiah would call him out again on a situation that never even happened.

 

He could let Sakurai handle it. Then again Isiah sounded pretty serious… And while Shiro was happy to know Sakurai wouldn’t allow the blonde to give him handjobs, he wasn’t sure that Isiah was willing to continue to listen to him after seeing this.

 

So really there was only one logical way to respond to that statement.

 

“This is SO what it looks like.”

 

Shiro couldn’t help that loud laughter that escaped him. What was the point in being embarrassed now? It would only make things awkward between all three of them--yes even Isiah--and the last thing Shiro wanted was for Sakurai to avoid him out of humiliation. Sure, the white haired teen might get a bit upset at him for stooping to such a low level and making Isiah think they were actually doing nefarious things in the dark, but they could get past that easier than embarrassment.

 

After what felt like an eternity, Shiro finally removed his hand from Sakurai’s pants, the white, sticky substance coating his hand, fingers and his arm as well. If they were in Alfheim and if he were his avatar, Celestite would have done something quite lewd with the mess on his hand… But in the real world as Shiro there was really only one reasonable option.

 

“I’m going to wash my hand,” Shiro said loudly and proudly, holding his arm away from him partly to show Isiah exactly what it looked it and partly to keep anymore cum from getting on him. Though the ever curious Celestite just had to jump on the bed right at that moment and sneak a little lick before Shiro hurriedly scooped him with free hand and held him from his body just as did with his dirty arm.

 

There wasn’t even one version of Celestite that didn’t crave Lorde’s cum, was there?

 

“Make yourself useful!” It would have been easy to toss the tiny kitten to Isiah, but Sakurai’s wrath, especially after all of this, wouldn’t have been worth it. Like a decent man, Shiro stood and handed the cat who was still licking his little lips to Isiah, unable to help but give a smirk to the still stunned blonde.

 

“I’ll bring you a towel, Alloise-kun.”

 

Somehow this strange, ridiculous, typically horrifying situation made Shiro more confident. It brightened him up, made his nightmares feel like just that… False realities he had created from his nerves and lack of trust. Isiah didn’t seem so intimidating. Sakurai didn’t feel so out of reach. Perhaps it was just the sheer oddness of what had happened, but Shiro felt like he and Sakurai could recover from it easily. Laugh it off. It was embarrassing, yes, and perhaps Sakurai would need more time than the brunette to come back from this and be able to look Shiro in the eye without turning red, but that was fine.

 

Maybe, just maybe, Sakurai and Shiro could have what Lorde and Celestite had. Perhaps they could be as comfortable around each other as the two fairies were. Isiah, as annoying as he was, was no threat. The two really had nothing stopping them except their own limitations. And once Sakurai found out the truth about Shiro (coming from his own mouth and not a certain blonde’s) they could truly be together. Sakurai… Hopefully he would love Shiro. Hopefully, the time they spent together would soften Sakurai’s heart and make him fall in love with the brunette.

 

“You have to. You have to, Sakurai….”

 

Shiro whispered the words to his reflection and for a moment he could have sworn he saw Celestite, his precious avatar, in his image.

 

Just his imagination, surely.

 

It didn’t take long for the white liquid to wash off of Shiro’s arm and hand, falling down the drain to hide any evidence that such a thing had occurred. His smile still bright and wide on his face, Shiro grabbed another towel and brought it to the one waiting patiently for him back in the bedroom.

 

“Sorry to take so long. And sorry for kicking you and… You know. Odd series of events, right?” A more modest Shiro, though still confident, handed Sakurai the towel; the brunette’s smile growing even wider at the cute blush that was still prominent on Sakurai’s face. Isiah… Well, he hardly cared about him and whatever he had to say. Let him think what he wants.

 

“So now that that’s over…. Breakfast and tutoring?”

 

[2:55 PM, Sakurai’s House]

 

Not only was Sakurai an amazing cook, but he was also a surprisingly good tutor. Everything that Shiro was having issues with cleared up the moment Sakurai explained it to him. Isiah was another story all together, but Shiro understood. Sakurai spoke clearly, simply, didn’t cloud the lesson with unnecessary information. He was straight to the point, answered questions that deserved answering, and simply rose his eyebrow at questions that were obvious or plain stupid. He didn’t interfere with actually learning, allowing Shiro and Isiah to figure out their problems on their own so they could learn from their mistakes.

 

Perhaps Sakurai had a career in teaching ahead of him.

 

“Thanks for everything, Alloise-kun.” Shiro had already gathered his things and was now happily petting Lorde who had made himself comfortable in the brunette’s lap. “I hope you’ll continue to help me pass my classes. I really appreciate it.” Unfortunately, it was time for him to go, but he would quickly see his darling again. They would have a wonderful time in Alfheim. Lorde had a present for him, Celestite had to tell him about how Excalibur was forged, and of course the sex that was sure to arise after their two day long hiatus.

 

It would be wonderful.

 

“What are your plans tonight now that we’re done studying?” He just wanted him to hear him say something about Alfheim… Maybe even say something about Celestite, but in the end it didn’t matter. They would still meet up in the virtual world and enjoy their time together as well as make up for their lost time over these few days.

 

“Have fun tonight.” He wished it to both of them, doing his best to not scowl at the ever annoying and seemingly ever present Isiah. “Have a good night, you two.” He bowed, gathered his things and left, petting Celestite and Lorde one last time before heading into the breezy, tranquil outdoors.

 

The walk home was a calm one… A serene one with the wind tickling at his cheeks, the sun shining not too brightly, but just enough to reflect off the surface of ponds and make them shine like diamonds.

 

Though this scenery wasn’t what he wanted to see. He wanted to see his and Lorde’s treehouse. He wanted to stare at the ceiling as his body was being pummeled by the other man. He wanted to feel the soft sheets against his body and Lorde’s warmth wash over him.

 

All he wanted was his Lorde.

 

And once he got home that was exactly what he went to do.

 

“Link start.”

[707]

[3:00 P.M.][Lorde's Treehouse]

 

It was still the same; the soft caress of his dark silken sheets against his naked back, the dakrness of the room that got only disturbed by the light of the afternoon sun passing through the gaps the leaves created from outside his windows, the shadowed carvings at the edges of the walls, the cool breeze that came waltzing through the open roof of his observatory, down the ladder and into the rest of the house, the small glint of sunlight that caught and got reflected from his closet-side mirror, the shrill yet calming call of the cicada, the soft beats of glowing fireflies that would soon leave for the outside world once it was dark enough, the minty and dewy aroma that evermore pervaded the entirety of his treehouse, the gentle rings of his windchimes along with the unmistakable flow of the nearby river, the simple melodic cacophonies of the songbird somewhere along the branches where she had made a nest, the warm and supple skin that lay beneath his palms.. that was new. The soft breathing, the unmistakable thump of a beating heart, and the smooth glide and curve from nape to ass.

 

Magenta eyes blinked blearily, slowly taking stock of raven locks on his chest. Pink lips curved as strong hands went to squeeze and curl more protectively around Celetite's slumbering avatar. It was nice, Sakurai thought, waking up that way -with someone he cared for on top and all around him, even though the bed was big enough for three people to fit in. It made his smile grow higher, made him chuckle as he felt his cock stir within that oh so soft and warm interior that was his leprechaun's hole. It seemed someone had missed him as terribly as he missed them. It was true though. Although he had been busy two days prior, Celestite had been in Sakurai's mind all throughout, in that constant and undeniable sort of way.

 

It all felt as if where he had been, what he had done -school, Ichihara, Isiah, little Celestite and little Lorde, the library, his adorable Titanic cat bed, the lessons, the turorials-, had all just been a dream.. a dream that he was waking up from so that he could be reunited once more with his little leprechaun. Sakurai knew better though, but still, one couldn't blame him for feeling that way. But he did know though that all of this would pale in comparison when finally.. finally.. he and the real Celestite would meet in the real world.

 

What he would give for that to come the next day.. what he wouldn't do to log-out and wake up, only to find himself face to face with the one behind this wonderful and one-of-a-kind character in Alfheim. It made his smile linger, made his fingers grip tighter against that plump, plump ass.

 

It made him think that he'd probably wake up just like this even in the real world, when they've already met. Real Celestite would probably drool on his chest and Sakurai found himself chuckling at how adorable he found that one clumsy sleeping habit many people did.. but only for his raven and no one else. It was true. He could barely tolerate Isiah dribbling saliva all over his pillows. But as it was, in the real world, Sakurai would definitely wake up first too, would slowly get out of the bed for his morning runs before real Celestite would grab him and pull him back down. They'd kiss, roll over each other while chuckling and just be silly because they can.. then they'd probably -most definitely- fuck again even though the smaller teen had just been pounded within an inch of his life the previous night, although this time they'd be slow and gentle.. more love-making with gentle words and soft affections.. only for them to do it again while showering, until all real Celestite knew was Sakurai's name. Real Celestite would feed their cats while the white-head cooked them breakfast, then they'd make separate lunches, only to trade them with each other once they were done. They'd go to school together too, would be shamelessly holding hands because even real Celestite was possessive like that -Sakurai just knew. They'd be first in school; Sakurai in his chair while real Celestite straddled him while they gave each other soft kisses that would slowly progress into being hot and heavy.. they'd stop though because they'll be caught by their classmates -real Celestite would have probably planned that too. For lunch, they'd go on the rooftop garden, in that small shaded corner under the blooming sakura tree as they opened the bento they made for each other. Then they'd go to practice, after school, would probably even have sex in the pool after everyone was gone.. and they'd go home, greet their cats.. and do it all over again the next day.

 

Sakurai's chest clenched at the thought. He.. wanted that so, so desperately. He wanted to know who the real Celestite was, open him up and see his flaws and the beauty he had because of them. More than that, he wanted to get to know him -because after everything was said and done, they still just knew very little of each other. Sakurai wanted to know how the person in the real world wanted his coffee, how he wanted his curry, if he sang while he showered in the mornings or if he took his showers in the evenings instead. He wanted to know if the other would like his cats, if he was a bit of an athlete like Sakurai was, if he liked drinking cocoa while watching mindless tv during a storm, if he had a child in him that still enjoyed making snowmans during the winter like the white-head did, or.. if he'd like Sakurai back..

 

On other people's view, those small things must have meant nothing, must have been things that they disregarded on a daily basis..but for him.. for him, those things were golden treasures that he kept close and remembered with unflinching devotion. Because those small things? Those were what showed that one was close with another.. could be friends, family.. or even a lover. It was the proof he looked for when he considered that people are close to him.. when he believed that they are already his friends. Because people who cared would notice, even if unconsciously.. like how Isiah just knew when to shut up or when not to pry or the fact that Sakurai didn't drink coffee, but was either milk or cocoa. He cared, and even if he didn't -which was unlikely, considering the blond's nature-, Sakurai would care for him just as much. Because that was what friends did.

 

What he felt for Celestite though.. it was the same, but somewhat different as well. He knew the leprechaun cared for him, that much was evident especially with the message he had left, giving Lorde the proof of his hard work the two days they have been apart.. and if not that, then there was the fact that the raven had left his shop in exchange for the spriggan's quaint little treehouse, add to that him being the reason why the master smith no longer created for the Alfheim populace. Sakurai.. didn't understand exactly what prompted the raven for such a drastic change.. he could barely understand how he felt about it, but he did know that whatever it was, it was something good.. in a selfishly elated kind of way. In general though, what he felt for Celestite was.. perhaps not of equal intensity -or so he thought- but more of a.. I'll-sell-my-soul-if-you-just-but-mention-it kind of thing. It was quite terrifying, to say the most, how the small leprechaun could wield so much power over Sakurai.

 

Perhaps, once they meet outside of Alfheim, those emotions he couldn't understand will finally become understandable. Maybe then, he'd finally have an explanation as to why he wanted to turn the world upside down, burn it, destroy it, just so he could have a glimpse of the person that lay sleeping while Celestite came alive.

 

A soft moan came, stuttered breaths coming from the raven laid on Lorde's torso as the famous master smith logged in. For the briefest seconds, the white-head had tensed, as if caught from his prolonged staring and contemplation, but he'd chalked it up to his nerves -made more frazzled with the things his mind had so delved into in the span of his rumination. It all upended though, went back to its serene and tranquil zen as pale lids lifted and heterochromatic eyes revealed themselves, slightly hazy around the edges but nevertheless clear all-in-all. A wider smile, stretched the spriggan's lips -cheeks still feeling weird at the foreign action- as Celestite tilted his head and magenta eyes greeted him.

 

"Hey,"

Was Sakurai's soft greeting, followed by a small dip as their lips met in a gentle kiss.. that immediately turned electric, needy and desperate.

 

- - - [Eight Hours Prior] - - -

 

Smooth, that was what the embarrassment and awkwardness had morphed into, with what Ichihara had done.

 

Although normally, Sakurai would have protested to what the brunet had implied, he held his tongue instead since the words the other had uttered seemed to have frozen Isiah stupid right on his spot beneath the archway of the open door.

 

It had been funny, at least to Sakurai, how Isiah had stood gaping like a fish when Ichihara had handed him lil Celes and went to the bathroom. But being the good friend that he was, the white-head had stood, despite the somewhat questionable streaks of white marring his pajama pants and abdomen.

 

"He's just teasing you, so stop looking like a cat fish before my cats decide to eat you."

He'd murmured teasingly, scooping up the small cat that was now trying to climb the blond's chest before gently depositing her on the polished floor beside the ever so vigilant Lorde.

 

Isiah, unsurprisingly, had pouted but he'd chuckled before long as he skipped back to his room whilst bellowing out that Sakurai needed to treat him to some sweets tomorrow for the traumatic event that he and Ichihara had subjected him to. The white-head had just chuckled before turning back and stripping his bed with its sheets before dumping them, along with his soiled pants in his nearby laundry basket. He'd gone to his closet, taken out another of those dark silken sheets and covers, and using them to replace the ones he had removed.

 

Ichihara had told him that he'd bring Sakurai a towel, so the white-head had sat back down against the headboard, used shirt covering his privates and laptop open on his lap as he read a few rumors on Alfheim's end-game weapons while he waited.

 

None of the administrators, developers, or even Game Masters confirmed them. But someone, from an anonymous source, had written in an unknown gaming forum, that there were seven beyond-legendary end-game weapons for the players of Alfheim. That was all there was to it; that one small piece of information. It had circulated quickly, had been the talk of many a player for months before, until with resignation, nothing had been found. So players just chalked it up as a prank.. a hoax. Sakurai, though, wanted to believe it for a little longer.

 

He followed articles that spoke of them -even just a hint, searched the web and even books for possible references, he'd even tried tracing the person who posted of that one small article but sadly found nothing beyond. He wasn't obsessed, per se. He was just intrigued if they

could

really be existing in the game or not.

 

No one had seen them. That didn't mean that they were not there. He'd already found one such place.. a hoax the players have said too, once they learned of the existence and history of Excalibur. They said that they sword couldn't have been forged.. that the developers just put that one bit of information there for realisticality, that it wouldn't really do much than be a 'tourist spot' for players should it be real. That it had no purpose.

 

But Lorde had seen it. Had found it. Knew that it had a purpose he just didn't know yet.

 

The Azgard Forge.

 

He would give the key to Celestite, would offer it to the best smith in Alfheim as the replacement for the one he had on his now deserted shop.

 

Sakurai smiled, the taps of Ichihara's footsteps alerting him that the brunet was done showering. So he closed his laptop with a click.

 

In a few hours, that legendary place will meet its new master.

 

- - - [Present] - - -

 

Starved lips crashed, pressed, claimed, and tasted as strong hands went to grip the ravens uncontrolled thrusting hips. Breathy pants echoed throughout the once silent house, while soft creaks of bed and continuous rustle of sheets went in to join the background of two player's reunion.

 

Lorde pulled back, chuckled a bit as Celestite greedily followed before a resounding smack was deposited on a bouncy ass.

 

"Patience, Cel."

He whispered, teasingly, slowly lifting the leprechaun a bit so that the spriggan's half-hard cock slid out that convulsing -and not to mention

dry

, hole.

 

One hand reached for the nightstand, sure fingers opening the first drawer before pulling out a bottle of lime-scented oil. It temporarily got deposited on the bed as the hand holding it went back to gripping the small leprechaun's waist, tilting him a bit so that the raven was now seated on Lorde's lap. There, they both ground; puckered hole against the length of a now fully erect cock. The friction, the warmth, the sight of Celestite fisting his own cock while he rubbed his hole against Lorde, made the white-head pant.. made him want to skip the preparation and just fuck his little fairy until he squealed in rapture.

 

But he resisted.

 

"Turn around."

He commanded, tone deep and edgy, brooking no argument should there be any. And Celestite did, obediently before the smaller teen's hips was pulled and he was all but seated on Lorde's face.

 

A slick tongue went out, pressed glutinously against that pink ring of muscle before it began pressing back and forth, tasting the very flavor that had been missed. The musky and heady smell of the cramped area made Lorde moan, made his teeth sink unto those pale ass cheeks as he forcibly pushed his tongue inside that clenching hole before two of his fingers joined within. The softness was the same, the way

his

leprechaun clenched around his probing tongue and digits were the same, the way his cock hardened and bubbled precum at the thought of it pushing and just plain wrecking what lay within was just as same. How the fact that he had his face flush against Celestite's ass made him aroused as hell, was also the same.

 

He let his tongue wiggle, rub the bumpy walls inside while his fingers parted them repeatedly before a third was added; to press and grind against the raven's prostate while canines went to nibble and graze against the stretch of the leprechaun's rim. Then the white-head was pulling back, no matter how he wanted to continue.

 

"Bend forward."

Was his murmur and Celestite obeyed once more.

 

The sight of that open hole, was the same too.

 

In his lust, Lorde briefly wondered what it would be like to put his entire head in there and just observe how those red, red walls contracted. But then he shook his head, gave that tantalizing hole one last lick before moving a bit lower to put the raven's cock in his mouth as his free hand went to retrieve the bottle of oil.

 

The white-head opened it one-handed, with some minor difficulties, and as it did, the gentle aroma of lime and peach pervaded the bedroom. It was nice, calmed his libido.. somewhat, and returned his finesse. Three fingers were dipped within, gently so as not to spill, before being taken out and replacing the ones currently abusing Celestite's prostate. They went in with a soft schlick, the previous dry rubbing being replaced by wet and smooth glides as Lorde continued sucking the cock lodged in his mouth.

 

He let his tongue curl and massage the small fairy's length, let the tips of his teeth graze the sensitive head, while he used three fingers to fuck and stretch the leprechaun's hole, whilst at the same time, rubbing his prostate. His free hand didn't stay idle; they grabbed and squeezed at those fleshy globes, long fingers pointing and pressing against the raven's perineum and just assaulting Celestite's most sensitive spot in two places at the same time.

 

Lorde kept at it for a few minutes, enjoyed how the small fairy moaned and trembled and begged, but there was only so much one could take after two days without that addicting bliss.

 

So with bittersweet reluctance, he pulled back, giving Celestite's balls a mild teasing suck before giving those pale ass cheeks another smack.

"I want you to ride me. Sit and bounce on my cock and make yourself cum like that."

Came another command as muscled arms went to curl behind white-locks, making Sakurai's musculature all the more evident.

"But turn around first. I wanna see your face, wanna see you salivating as you fuck yourself on my dick. Wanna see your cock bounce and cum all over my abdomen."

 

And when Celestite turned, Lorde hitched up a smug smirk.

[MaryWeather]

[3:03 PM, Lorde's Treehouse]

 

“Patience? I’ve been waiting for two days, my love. How can you ask me to remain patient?” Celestite’s voice was husky, desperate, needy, full of want for the man he lay on top of. Even though he had seen him not too long before, even slept in the same bed as him, this was different. Here, they were connected. They cared about each other in a way that Celestite couldn’t begin to describe. Somehow he knew that if he could take Lorde’s adoration for him and transfer it to his own heart he would nearly die from it. He would experience a beautiful pain, a kind of breaking of his heart that could only occur when you cared so much about someone just the thought of them made it impossible to breath, the sight of them made you want to cry, the taste of them made you want to fast on anything that wasn’t them.

 

Somehow he knew Lorde cared this much about him.

 

So with a smirk and a murmur of, “You’re quite demanding today,” Celestite did everything he was told. He desired nothing more than for Lorde to keep this complete control of him. He wanted to feel his dominant aura around him; he wanted to listen to his every command and please him as best as he could, especially after two days of not seeing each other. After all, obedience came with rewards; the rewards of infinite pleasure, the kind of pleasure only Lorde could give.

 

The spanking was something Celestite could definitely get used to. The feel of Lorde’s tongue so deep inside of him was a sensation that made his mind turn to mush. And this… Oh so new feeling. This wonderful feeling of lightning that shot from his lower body all the way to his head, electrocuting his brain so it could only think about Lorde, and frying his voice so that only stutters of shouts escaped… Except for one word.

 

“There!”

 

If his mind wasn’t slowly dying, Celestite would realize that new area Lorde toyed with was his perineum… But he would ask later.

 

For now, he thrust his hips, forcing himself in and out of Lorde’s perfectly round and moist mouth and enjoyed all this pleasure he received until the other gave him another request--demand, rather.

 

And with an eager, almost sadistic smile, Celestite slowly rotated and faced the man who had stolen everything he was and everything inside of him. With legs on either side of Lorde and a small hand gripping that large, hard cock, Celestite navigated it inside of him, never once taking his eyes off of his lover. And once it was hilt-deep…

 

“God, how I missed you, Lorde….”

 

The view was perfect from here. Staring at Lorde’s face which was so calm and relaxed and yet so needy and lustful nearly made Celestite cum right then. His face held everything Celestite’s did; there was care, tenderness, desire, want, and perhaps even love. Love in some weird, odd way. Love in some strange sense that they had developed after only a few days together. It was nice to see all of this and more written on his face.

 

And the view of his body… The Leprechaun swore there wasn’t a more gorgeous man alive than the one he was currently riding. That toned, muscular chest, those broad arms that held him so protectively though now rested calmly behind that perfect head of soft, white hair; and the lower those heterochromatic eyes went, the more heavy his breathing became. It started out as soft, slow pants, but the sight of Lorde’s chiseled abs and white pubs that surrounded the monstrous dick that was now hidden in Celestite’s small body….

 

Breathing was nearly impossible now. It wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last that Lorde took the petite fairy’s breath away with just a look.

 

Though now that his eyes drank in all of Lorde that could be seen, Celestite wasted no time in dancing along Lorde’s cock, raising himself so just the tip teased at his entrance only to fall right back onto it. His body seemed to remember Lorde’s shape well… It accommodated him easily, wrapped around him tightly and only tightened more when Celes lifted, as if begging that strong cock not to leave. And each time he slid back onto it, it was like it pierced him right to his heart. He could feel the bolts of electricity in every inch of his body; his nerves screamed just as he did when he aimed particularly well and managed to find that spot that drove him wild; the spot Lorde had already memorized so well.

 

He circled his hips, gasping at the feel of the cock sliding and scraping against his walls and prostate. Hopefully Lorde liked what he saw, enjoyed the water-like movements of Celestite’s body, and reveled in the delightful shouts that came from the small fairy. His wings spread wide behind him as he began bouncing again and assisted in lifting his light body if only to make it easier to drop back onto Lorde’s cock as hard as possible. And all the while brown and white eyes stared into magenta ones…

 

“Did you think of me these past two days?” One petite hand gripped Lorde’s hip, nails digging deep into the skin as he lost himself more and more to pleasure; the other hand grabbed his ignored cock not only for the added pleasure, but also to give a show that was much more entertaining for the Spriggan.

 

“What is it you like to call me? Your cockslut?” As if proving the nickname was well-deserving, Celestite shoved Lorde’s cock into him as hard as he could, throwing his head back as he screamed from pure ecstasy. “Did you think of your slut? Did you imagine how I would beg you to fuck me? Did you imagine me sucking you off?”

 

His words disappeared into long, strung out shouts. Just as Lorde told him to, he bounced, and bounced, and bounced, crying out to the heavens each time that cock hit that perfect spot as hard and fast as Celestite could move. And when Lorde took a strong hold of the Leprechaun’s hips, he lost all sense of self.

 

Each time Celestite was brought down, Lorde thrust his hips upward, stabbing the already wrecked hole with everything inside of him. This what he missed… The unmerciful pounding of his lover, the strong grip of his hands on his hips, the panting and moaning that escaped Lorde’s perfect pink lips, the look of such bliss that could only be obtained when the two, the Leprechaun and the Spriggan, became one. Crystal tears dripped from Celestite’s eyes as his heart warmed and his body was set ablaze by the continuous, unending fucking Lorde was delivering to him. The more he shoved into him, the deeper it felt like he went.

 

If only they could go on this way forever. If only Lorde could always screw Celestite in this aggressive and beautiful way. If only Celestite could cry and beg and scream for his lover to make it so his body never stopped feeling this way, to make it so he could experience this pleasure for as long as they lived.

 

Small pink lips were open in a continuous scream; it was no longer possible to form words, not when his body was on fire like this. The thin stream of saliva that dribbled down his chin wasn’t enough to cool the fire within him.

 

The fire only grew stronger. The hand that had been gripping Lorde’s hip flew to Celestite’s stomach. The string of, “Lorde, Lorde, Lorde, Lorde,” never ceased as the rapacious Leprechaun felt the wonderful warmth of his lover’s cum inside of him at the same time his own left his body.

 

His rocked his hips a few more times as his spasming calmed and his breathing settled into a soft, equal rhythm.

 

“Oh Lorde, my Lorde….” Celestite stroked the other’s cheek as he leaned down to kiss him, not quite ready to remove the member that was inside of him. Their kiss was wet, delicious, soft, and gentle as the Leprechaun ran his hands over Lorde’s muscular chest, reminding himself the feeling that had alluded him for two whole days.

 

Then finally, as the atmosphere around them settled and Celestite was brought back to reality, the small fairy smiled at his lover and sat up again, still refusing to let Lorde’s cock leave the comfort of his body. After all, Lorde was the type who never stopped. It was what Celestite loved about him. He loved that he could keep going for as long as they both wanted and never lose even an ounce of energy.

 

So he rocked his hips again, danced slowly and peacefully along the cock that had become half hard already again. Yet, as much as he wanted to continue, there was a few small pieces of business to attend to, one of which was a response to an email.

 

“I didn’t forget about your email, darling. Were you still interested in hearing how Excalibur was forged? I think you’ll like the story.”

 

Soft sighs interrupted Celestite’s words and the look of ecstacy on his face betrayed the content of what he had just said. Still, it was like killing two birds with one stone. He could answer Lorde’s question while the two of them reaquainted their bodies for a second time. After all, two days was a long time away from each other.

 

As if he were tracing the story into Lorde’s body, Celestite’s slender finger ran all around Lorde’s chest, teasing and tickling in various places, though mostly just gliding around the skin as he unraveled his tale.

 

“Legendary weapons are not created so easily,” Celestite started, his face just a bit more serious at the talk of his profession. “It’s hard enough for us smiths to forge them, but their original creation… It can be frightening how some of these weapons came about. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard the rumors, but there’s a forgery, an ancient one called The Azgard Forge that is said to have the formulas for a multitude of weapons hiding somewhere inside of it. It was here that Excalibur was supposedly created. Of course, no player has ever found such a forgery. Most people assume it was thought of for the mythology of the game.” At this, Celestite sighed not from pleasure, but from disappointment at the apparent lack of truth to the story, though his eyes held a glimmer of hope, a sparkle like that of a child who refused to believe Santa Claus wasn’t real. Even his body reacted excitedly to the prospect of such a place existing. His walls contracted around Lorde, tightening their grip on him, nearly sucking him like Celestite would do with his lips, and causing the Leprechaun to pause his story just a bit longer so he could regain his breath. Still, even in his bliss Celestite clung to that possibility, the hope that this Forge wasn’t just mythology invented by the game creators… He dreamed of a place like this, a place where all of the legendary weapons in this game converged and could somehow, someway be forged.

 

It took a few moments for him to stop stuttering, to regain his control, and continue with his story, but he managed. With his hand spread over Lorde’s stomach and his eyes staring deep into beautiful magenta ones, he continued his tale.

 

“Excalibur’s formula was here. Apparently the recipe--if you’ll accept such a crude word for it--was written on the wall.” Perhaps this little tidbit would ease whatever anger Lorde felt at Celestite for drawing all over his walls? “And none other than King Arthur was the one to locate this forge and choose Excalibur as his weapon. He forced a Leprechaun to attempt to forge it, but it would take someone far more special than just a simple fairy to create a weapon of that caliber. So, Arthur summoned demons from the depths below. The Holy King himself in order to create his holy sword used black magic to summon demons who would forge him this weapon. He paid them well, his soul in exchange for the weapon, and these monster blacksmiths created the Holy Sword. Ironic, isn’t it?”

 

It was a shame now that Excalibur couldn’t be forged by smiths like Celestite, but even if it could very few would be able to manage. Celestite was among the few that actually stood a chance to forge a weapon of such high caliber, and for the Leprechaun, Kusanagi was living proof that he had what it took to make a legendary weapon reappear in this world.

 

And if he could somehow find the space for it, it might even be possible to build that ship or those horses for Lorde too. Somehow, even though Celestite knew he was restricted within the confines of the game, he felt that anything was possible, that he could forge anything, build anything, create absolutely anything. Even if it didn’t exist in this world, even if it was something that should never be alive here, he felt he could do it. He was a master smith, the master smith. The best in all of Alfheim. If he couldn’t forge absolutely everything, then he didn’t deserve that title.

 

“If I can’t forge Excalibur, I’ll go get it. I can’t wait to show you how much I’ve remembered after practicing fighting for so long. And my strength stat… It’s not great still, but it’s better. I’m stronger, Lorde.”

 

A gentle kiss was placed in the middle of the Spriggan’s chest, and a hand went to stroke that soft, tender cheek.

 

“And I did it for you… My love.”

[707]

[3:17 P.M.][Lorde's Treehouse]

 

“God, how I missed you, Lorde….”

It was funny how those words alone could return Lorde's calm, how the stress of the last two days just suddenly evaporated along with the all-consuming feeling that was being sheathed inside Celestite's body. It made him thrust up a bit at the missed sensation, made his skin crawl in delighted shivers at just how

good

it felt to be inside that welcoming warmth once more.

 

He had missed

his

leprechaun more than his silent nature could admit, but he hoped that his eyes conveyed enough -if not all of those pent-up longing that he had silently endured. It was.. a first time for Sakurai to feel such.. neediness.. how the muscles in his arms clenched as he kept them there so that Celestite could be free to do what he wanted above him, despite their urge to shoot forward and curl around that lithe frame so that the two of them may never be separated again. But the spriggan endured it, endured the longing that meager distance that they had if only to bear witness to that same emotion perfectly painted on the raven's own face.

 

But the more magenta eyes scanned and recorded every piece of emotion and expression that flickered and shined on that lovely face, it was all the more difficult to not keep that steady gaze from gliding downwards.

 

He'd never really sat back before and just

looked

at Celestite's body. Sure, he'd seen it the times they had sex but he'd never really just stopped and took it all in. It was flawless, naturally since Lorde doubted that Alfheim -or anyone for that matter- would create flawed avatars. It was also seductive, especially clad only in one of Lorde's oversized shirts -the sleeves hanging past delicate and almost frail elbows, the neckline dipping to one side to reveal prominent clavicles and the erotic curve of a shoulder with the addition of one rosy nipple peaking out, while the hem lay crumpled along opened thighs and draped lewdly atop the raven's blushing cock. All-in-all, the small leprechaun made such a decadent sight, made Lorde's mouth water at the things he was

allowed

to do to that body.. and made him harder still at the thought that soon, they would be doing those things in real life.

 

And then Celestite began to move.. and everything about him just became criminal, especially with those too lidded eyes, pink panting lips and the red stretch of his hole around Lorde's massive shaft that the spriggan could see whenever the raven lifted.

 

All of that spectacle and Lorde had no words to describe what he felt; it was all a jumble of emotions too fast in passing for him comprehend -more so than usual. But one thing was evidently certain: he did not want

anyone

, besides himself, to see his small fairy when he was like this.. or thought of him like this. He would kill them in a heartbeat should Lorde find out.

 

The thought briefly blinded the spriggan in the red haze of possessiveness, made his blood boil and thrum beneath his skin for a much darker reason that was easily directed at anyone who deemed themselves Celestite's captor. But then possessiveness gave way to desire and pleasure once the leprechaun started to gyrate his hips and pant as his pace increased in tempo.

 

It all made Lorde forget of other people, made him moan and involuntarily thrust back up at the sight of his lover pleasuring himself with the white-head's cock as if it was all he wanted to do.. as if those two days had been an eternity of emptiness and now that he was being filled..

more

was tantamount.

 

"Ummh!"

The white-head could not help but let out past closed lips as Celestite used his wings to make his energetic bouncing all the more harder. Such wanton act made swift progress in reducing Lorde's control, made his hands and fingers itch with the crave to dominate.. made his legs and toes clench with the desire to hold weight and pound until all Celestite knew was Sakurai's name and nothing else.

 

“Did you think of your slut? Did you imagine how I would beg you to fuck me? Did you imagine me sucking you off?”

"Fuck, yes!"

Came the immediate reply that had the spriggan lifting off the bed to slam upwards as Celestite rode him hard.

 

And then their words began to blur as their coupling started to reach its crescendo; their movements quickening but the urge to touch had become too much to bear and strong hands shot forward to grab hold of those small hips and finally.. finally, Lorde could deliver equal fucking enthusiasm.

 

His touch immediately became bruising, hastily embedded their temporary marks on that pale flesh whilst helping the leprechaun bounce on that fat erection to his heart's content.

 

Sakurai had missed this too; the sounds the two of them made as their bodies parted and united over and over, the way Celestite's skin became slick with sweat against the palms of the white-head's hands, how their panted breaths made the very air around them moist and warm -along with the heat emanating from their colliding bodies, how the leprechaun's overwhelmed tears glimmered against the fanstastical glow of the fireflies, how his lips and tongue went on a constant flow of Lorde's name, how -in his pleasure- the raven's screaming mouth had begun to leak that erotic stream of saliva..

 

..all of it, Sakurai missed. Everything in his dream paled in comparison to the real thing. The disembodied pleasure and barely recognizable emotions, in his dream, were nothing when compared to the sheer force of desire, pleasure and love that reality could hit him wi-

 

Love.

 

...Love.

 

Sakurai was

in

love with Celestite.

 

Magenta eyes widened at the silent realization before going half lidded, head tipping back and spine slightly arching, as Lorde came in a long and violent release that instantaneously flooded Celestite's convulsing hole.

 

It left the white-head winded, the realization more than his powerful climax. It made his ears ring with akin to tinnitus and his body feel as if it was afloat..like he'd just been in the middle of an earth-shattering explosion and that everything was just.. in shock. And even though -somehow- it felt like it shouldn't be, it was nonetheless still there.

 

He could hear Celestite telling him about the forging of Excalibur, Lorde could hazard that much of a guess, could feel how the raven was still slowly grinding and thrusting his hips while the story -that the spriggan already knew- was told anew. He could notice them all.. albeit as background sensations as previously unknown emotions unraveled and came to fore in acute clarity within the confines of his thought. Sakurai now understood many of the things he had felt before.. like the possessiveness, the constant lingering of Celestite in his thoughts, the enjoyment and happiness of being with him, the now understandable fear of what would happen should they meet in real life, the longing, the

want

to keep and protect, the urge to share everything he had, and so, so much more.

 

But not all were clear. There was still the doubt, but now it was more evident that it was focused on the certainty of

this love

that Lorde harbored for Celestite. It was of no question that the two of them barely knew each other, barely had

24 hours

together, and barely knew what the other was in the real world. So, Sakurai wasn't exactly surprised to find out that he doubted the authenticity of what he felt, considering the many factors that birthed it in the first place. This.. love that he was feeling.. could just be a deep gratitudial affection since the small fairy had been the one who revived him, then made him Kusanagi after, then had sex with him.. the gratitude for the earlier two could have just transferred and made to be something that it wasn't when they had their first time together.

 

That thought was valid.. no matter how much it made Lorde's lungs constrict until all he could do was wheeze out in order to breathe. The idea that he wasn't in love with the small leprechaun was.. a painful one.. because no matter the uncertainties, no matter the doubts, no matter everything else.. how could it not be love when all he wanted is to wake up and find the real Celestite there beside him -living with him.. them, happy

together

with their cats and Isiah reprimanding them for being too loud with their morning sex..them, with the separate lunches that they make that they'll eventually give to each other.. them, laying side by side in bed and just talking about nothing and everything until the alarm clock rings..

Them

.

 

If that wasn't what being

in love

is.. then Sakurai had no idea what was.

 

“And I did it for you… My love.”

Those words, Lorde had no idea what it meant -what thoughts it held- as Celestite uttered them. Perhaps it was only a sign of familiar affection but then it could also mean that.. possibly.. probably.. the small fairy may also, just a little bit, share the exact same feeling that the spriggan had. It would also.. make sense with how possessive the raven had been their previous night together, not to mention with how he had readily accepted Lorde's invitation to live with him.. and the closing-his-shop-down thing that was still quite unbelievable to the white-head.

 

But it could all just be coincidence..and that.. that, the taller teen found quite hard to consider -especially since he

wanted

the master smith to return his affections.

 

It was all so confusing, the prospect of being in love with someone, not to mention terrifying when one wasn't even sure what the other felt. But at the same time, it was quite a bittersweet predicament where one can indulge in the hope that their love would be reciprocated even if it

could be

the contrary. And for Sakurai.. he'd probably stay on that stage indefinitely since he doubted that he be able to tell the leprechaun what he felt, much more be actually

able

to do it. He'd probably just stutter mid-way through that defining confession, despite the surety of his words the rest of the time.

 

Actions then, perhaps? It had always been his way of talking to people, most often than not.. and maybe it'll help him too, in this regard.

 

So with that in mind, Lorde leaned forward, toned torso bending and muscles underneath becoming all the more prominent, as a hand went to cup the leprechaun's cheek before its thumb went to caress that pink bitten lower lip. Then the spriggan's lips curved -ever so slightly- in that one tender smile he'd only done once.

 

'I love you'

It would be so easy to say those words should Sakurai be a normal person. But he doubted if he was even liable to be considered that so he murmured instead,

"Yes, you did."

It, by far, was probably the lamest version of

'I am so proud of you'

but it seemed that Sakurai's difficulty in words when he was feeling emotional was also even apparent in Lorde -ever so calm and cool spriggan. He only hoped that giving Celeste access to Azgard Forge would be enough of a compensation with the white-head's lack of proper compliments.

 

Then they were kissing, a soft and endless meeting of peppering lips as hands began to wander aimlessly along still sweaty skin, before it became deep and consuming, tongues twining and battling for dominance. It made Lorde's fingers curl, made them leave soft indents against the skin of the small fairy's ass. And because the both of them always wanted more out of each other when it came to sex, Lorde began lifting the petite leprechaun off his cock before pulling him back down at the same time that he gave a powerful thrust up.

 

And their coupling began anew.

 

It was tender, that second time -the soft ache of a few feet of separation now replaced with a burning need to feel more of that supple skin that pressed and writhed against his own. It felt better too, but the shirt was in the way so with a forcible yank on both directions and a tear that briefly interrupted their movements, the garment went into two pieces -flung haphazardly somewhere around the room by the powerful arms that had ripped them apart.

 

Then it was bliss, how Lorde could just feel the slick of Celestite's skin as their thrusts and bounce continued. It made him groan, the sound muffled against the side of the leprechaun's neck that he was currently marking for everyone to see, how it felt to be surrounded by his small fairy. It made his skin rise in wonderful goosebumps the way those delicate arms curled and clutched around his shoulders while slender legs locked around his waist, all of it keeping him trapped within the raven's pleasured embrace. Every single shift and undulation that they did just made the spriggan hyper aware of everything that was Celestite, made him crave more of that warmth, made his lust flare even brighter when he felt those pants and moans vibrating directly against him.

 

They were flushed, all parts touching while they fucked. And Lorde still couldn't get enough.

 

So with that undeniable craving, he stood, feet sinking easily against the softness of the mattress, as one arm curled around Celestite's waist while the other gripped a pillowy ass-cheek and pressed firmly along the underside of a clenched thigh.

"Relax your hole, baby, but keep your arms and legs locked around me, okay?"

 

Then he pulled his cock all the way out before promptly jumping a meter high off the bed with legs slightly crouched and deathly wings spread wide for balance behind him. And as the white-head landed, solidly a few feet away from the foot of the bed, using the massive momentum, he pulled Celestite down at the same time his hips flexed to stand -and impaled the small leprechaun in one swift and powerful slam that had the two teens screaming in both pain and pleasure.

 

The raven's hole clenched so tightly immediately, precious fingers curling and leaving prominent and angry red streaks along Lorde's shoulders and back as the petite fairy shuddered his second climax. The warm and wet feeling of Celestite's cum against his abdomen made the white-head groan, made him thankful that the smaller teen had heeded his words or else blood of the one he loved would have marred him instead. But jumping had only been a means to an end and not the destination the assassin had in mind.

 

So even with Celestite still recovering from that suprised climax, Lorde began to walk whilst giving a powerful thrust to that wonderfully convulsing hole at every step he took on the polished floor. The feeling of the other teen hanging on him, clutched desperately around shoulders and hips, made the spriggan content -somewhat, the urge for

more, more, more

being replaced by a gentle hum that made his skin tingle in that nearly afterglow effect. But the need to cum was still evermore at the fore, made the endless and messy in and out of his cock in that leaking and abused hole all the more sweet and electrifying.

 

They headed towards the quaint bathroom, just near its door where a full-floor-to-ceiling-length mirror was stationed. There, he pressed Celestite against the wall, fucked him faster knowing that their sideways reflection would be evident. One hand retreated from its perch from that bubbly ass to lift one of Celestite's thighs, fingers pressed firmly behind the knee until leg and foot lay propped against the white-head's broad shoulder. It only made the reflection of Lorde's cock going in and out of that messy hole all the more visible, made the taller teen's thrusts smoother, faster and even more powerful.

 

"Do you see what I'm doing to your hole, Cel? Can you see my cock shoving in and pulling out the cum that I spilled inside you a while ago? Can you feel how big and hard you make me? Because I can feel your hole.. and it's so, so delicious."

The wet slams of their skins meeting along with their pants and moans echoed throughout the tiled room, made it all the more louder and sending the sounds all over the available rooms of the treehouse.

"You asked if I thought about

MY

slut?"

A small chuckle came at the reminder that Celestite had acknowledged himself as such.

"Yeah, I thought of you. I even dreamed of fucking you in front of every student in my school's library. Just goes to say that even in dreamland -ah! Fuck, yeah! Squeeze my cock like you're hungry for it!- it-it just goes to say that even there, you

ARE

a cockslut.. ahh.. the way you sucked my dick like it was the last watertap on the planet.. Aha."

 

A breathy yet fond laugh came, the recalled memory making the crazy mating of the butterflies in Lorde's abdomen all the more present as his second orgasm gave its pre-emptive warning. One magenta eye closed, a bead of sweat trickling down from a snowy eyebrow to run the length of that fluttering lid, only to be deposited along long lashes as the spriggan tried to push back his climax.. tried to make the frenzy of their coupling a lot longer. But alas it was for naught. Celestite felt and looked too good and Sakurai was but a man compared to such heavenly ecstasy that the leprechaun gave.

 

His thrust quickened, went mindless in their singular pursuit of that pleasure pinnacle whilst the sound reminiscent to a swift and powerful applause came once more.

"I can't.. I'm gonna..!"

And with one last bone-jarring slam, Lorde hilted himself in that abused hole before letting his second climax take over.

 

It was a lot more intense and a lot longer than the first, made him moan unashamedly against Celestite's clavicle while his hips went on short and uncontrolled thrusts whilst his cock spilled cum that was more voluminous than the last, painting the raven's insides white before slowly trickling out his abused rim, only to splatter heavily against the bathroom floor.

 

A last shudder and a powerful uncontrolled slam and Lorde's climax ended, made his legs tremble and crumble as the two teens slid down to the marred tiles of the floor, spilled semen wetting their thighs and legs.

 

Their panting and soft sighing moans replaced the earlier symphony that they played, the soft press of Lorde's kisses against Celestite's sweaty skin accompanying the lull that had descended. And then those same lips began to move,

 

"I think I'm already in love with you."

Was out before the content white-head even knew what he had said. And when realization came, all he could do was tuck his head in that lithe chest and pray that his hair hadn't exploded in the same red that was now his face.

 

At least he didn't stutter. That was a good thing.

[MaryWeather]

[3:30 PM, Lorde's Treehouse]

 

Every sensation felt new when it came to Lorde. No matter how many times their body became one, no matter how many times they kissed and touched and loved each other, it always felt new. Each spark that electrified Celestite, every time Lorde gripped his hips so strongly and possessively that no matter what there would be a bruise, every time those small rough hairs tickled between the small fairy’s legs, each time that massive cock penetrated his petite body… It was always a new, wonderful feeling.

 

But that was just physically. Just looking at Lorde made Celestite’s heart jump and twirl and explode in a colorful array of fireworks, and every time it happened the experience was a new, almost unfamiliar one. Hearing him speak put the Leprechaun in a trance; that smooth, silky, beautiful voice and the way it said his name, the way it shortened said name, or even when it decided to give him slutty nicknames… It could make Celestite fall to his knees. Just being in Lorde’s presence was overwhelming, took Celestite’s breath away, made his whole body tremble with anticipation and desire and…

 

Well, something else.

 

There were so many things the master smith felt when it came to his precious Lorde. So many things ran through his mind and body, and he always made it completely obvious. It was how he was. Chatty and loud and always eager to make sure people knew exactly what was on his mind. Lorde… Not so much. They were opposites in this aspect, but if one looked closely one could see how Lorde’s emotions changed from one to another. It wasn’t obvious like Celes. Lorde’s face wasn’t as expressional as Celestite’s, but for the petite fairy that made it all the more easier to read when he did feel something.

 

Like now, when he finished telling his story as he slowly grinded against the other, he could read Lorde’s face. He could see the small, subtle changes that told him the other was thinking hard about something. It put a smile on the raven’s face… What could this warrior who was washed in lust and want right now possibly be thinking about so intensely? If it was something sexual, Celestite would know. He had recognized the faces he made when it came to that; he loved the animalistic smirk that would appear on those beautiful, full lips when Lorde was ready to pounce; he loved the gleam in his eye and how his pupils dilated; he loved how his breathing became harder, rougher and how his chest rose fell heavier than usual.

 

But not even that was happening now. It left Celestite confused, tilting his head at the one below him as he tried to imagine what was running around in the white-head’s mind.

 

“What are you thinking about, my love?" He finally asked, though the question was left unanswered as Lorde bent forward and stared with his beautiful magenta eyes into Celestite’s heterochromatic ones. Actions tended to speak louder than words when it came to Lorde, and that was just fine with Celestite. One liked to talk and the other liked to simply do… It was just something else that was opposite about them, but blended so well between them.

 

It was like they were meant for each other.

 

“Yes, you did.”

 

Celestite smiled widely at those simple, easy words that felt so natural coming from Lorde. Yes, you did. Yes, he did. Celestite did it all for Lorde. Everything he did from abandoning his little shop to leveling up his abilities was all for Lorde. And the Spriggan knew it. Little else needed to be said, especially since the words had come from Lorde. Celestite could feel all of his pride, all of his amazement from those few simple words. A master of words… The Leprechaun had thought this before, but to experience it over and over again was magical to say the least. To have his breath taken away by just three words, to have his heart swell with such love and desire at just three words….

 

“Oh Lorde, my Lorde…”

 

It was all Celestite could manage to say before their soft, sweet kisses transformed into a raging storm of newly invoked hunger and greed for each other’s bodies. Celestite moaned softly into his lover’s mouth each time his soft, supple hole was pierced, though a short gasp and cry of “Ahh!” escaped him when his shirt was torn right in two pieces and dropped carelessly to wherever. His shock was replaced with a smirk as he went right back to kissing his other, pressing his body fully against his just so every part of them could be touching.

 

“Make sure you suck hard there, okay?” Celestite whispered, his voice raspy with want as he held Lorde’s head against his neck. “I want everyone to see that I belong to you.” The wondrous feeling of Lorde’s teeth and tongue working hard against his pulse sent shivers down the small fairy’s spine. To finally hold this man in his arms again, to nuzzle and kiss at his soft, fluffy white hair while he enjoyed the mildly painful, but deliciously pleasurable sensation of Lorde bruising his delicate neck, the warmth his hard cock felt when it was pushed between his pale, soft, flat stomach and Lorde’s tight, muscular, strong abs… It was unimaginable. How his body could crave someone like this and how his heart fell to pieces at the thought of him… Unimaginable. Then again no word could truly capture the essence of whatever it was he felt for Lorde. Adoration. Admiration. Desire. Lust. Want. Love.

 

Love…

 

It sounded accurate, but to love this man… To truly love him…

 

Well, Celestite had no time to consider the option. Lorde had other plans for him, and who was he to stop a master hard at work on his craft?

 

“Relax your hole, baby, but keep your arms and legs locked around me, okay?"

 

Celestite nodded as he placed gentle kisses against Lorde’s neck as he held onto him for dear life. Part of him wondered what on earth Lorde had planned this time, what kind of pleasure was going to soar through him when Lorde finished with his plan. The other half of him, a more simple part of him, reveled in the sweet pet name that was spoken so casually, as if they were lovers… Truly lovers and not just friends with benefits. Surely only someone who considered a person their boyfriend, their lover, their one and only would call him something as natural as that. The way it slipped past those butterfly-wing lips as if Lorde didn’t even notice….

 

Perhaps he was reading too deeply into it. As much as Celestite craved for Lorde to confess to him, to tell him he loved him and wanted to be with him forever, he knew it wouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen. Two days--not even two days--was just not enough for a person to fall in love. Though it seemed Celestite might have been an exception. He wouldn’t have thought he was in love if he hadn’t worked so hard in the real world to get close to Sakurai. If he hadn’t gone out of his way to talk to him, ask him to tutor him, stay the night at his house, sleep in the same bed as him, even have the audacity to be jealous of Isiah… He might have convinced himself he wasn’t in love with this man. This man who did everything a lover would… This man who agreed to help him find a powerful legendary weapon without a moment’s hesitation. This man who brought him to the moon and stars and never let him go as they slowly descended back to earth. This man who protected him from those who wished to harm him even when they had only spoken once.

 

This man… This man who Celestite could no longer deny that he loved.

 

A scream interrupted his thoughts on the matter--his own scream he soon came to realize. Large, haunting wings surrounded him, blocking the view of the bedroom so Celestite could see Lorde and only Lorde as he ripped the smaller one’s body in half. Nails dug deep into Lorde’s skin, leaving marks that could glow red in the sunlight. The fingers that made those deep cuts soon fell from their place and hung in midair as Celestite’s body fell limp from the force of such a powerful penetration. If it wasn’t for those strong arms holding up his weak body, the Leprechaun would have fallen to the floor like a broken ragdoll.

 

“L-Lorde….” He managed to stutter out the other’s name between his quick, panting breaths. He knew he needed to calm his breathing lest he pass out from hyperventilating. With an exhausted, unconscious roll of his head Celestite managed to pull himself back up and wrap his arms and legs around the other once again, like the little koala he was. Breathing seemed impossible now that Lorde was walking them to who knew where and loud cries took over his entire being.

 

How did he always manage to do this? How did Lorde always manage to break Celestite just enough? Just enough so he only had eyes for him, so his mind could think of nothing but his name and face, so his body couldn’t function unless his cock was penetrating it, how his very breath left him and refused to return yet his own desire kept him alive if only to see what else Lorde had planned. To see what magic Lorde had in store for him this time…

 

The wall was unexpected, but welcomed as support while his body was being pummeled by the larger male. His arms splayed against the wall to help keep himself steady and eyes he was unaware were full of tears slowly glanced at the mirror that reflected the lewd, sinful acts they were committing. He had seen himself like in the video Lorde had sent him, seen himself be fucked by not just one, but four Lordes, but this… This was different.

 

This was happening now. He watched with anticipation, as if his reflection were in actuality a movie. The next scene was eagerly awaited by him, and it was just as delicious as the beginning of the movie. The words that were spoken by the needy, desperate voice drove Celestite wild. He nodded his head, moaned and cried out in agreement with him. Strings of “mhm, mhm, yes, yes, yes,” followed nearly every word he had spoken. He pushed himself against Lorde’s cock, once again using his wings that were the only part of his body that couldn’t feel tired to lift himself higher and drop himself down as Lorde pushed deep inside of him. His body squeezed as tight as it could around the other, his walls contracting each time that massive cock forced it’s way into the tiny hole.

 

“Yes… Yes, yes, yes, cum now, Lorde. Cum inside of me. I want it inside of me; I want all of you inside of me. Please, please please--Ahh!” Celestite’s begging and pleading seemed to pay off as he once again felt the warm, wonderful sensation of Lorde’s cum filling every single part of him. White liquid once again covered Lorde’s stomach, and sharp nails reopened the wounds the already prominent on the Spriggan’s back.

 

“Lorde… oh Lorde….”

 

Soft kisses and tender touches relaxed Celestite’s hyperventilating. Their breathing was in sync; soft pants, but steady as they slowly inhaled and exhaled. Small, thin arms wrapped as tightly around the other as they could, holding him like he was the last person on earth. He remembered how he clung to Lorde the first time they met, how he hugged him, then clung to him as they made their up the stairs, and refused to let go still as they showered and made love. It felt like it was ages ago and yet it was fresh in Celestite’s mind. The feeling of finding someone so special, the giddiness of this person being ridiculously attractive, the excitement of his promises to him, the desire as their bodies knew each other for hours.

 

There was something special between them…

 

“I think I'm already in love with you."

 

There it was. That was it. So Celestite wasn’t the only one feeling this way. He wasn’t the only one who felt that desperation to be near each other, wrapped in each other’s arms and wings and legs and every other part. The strange feelings in his stomach were shared by Lorde. The way his heart pounded at the thought of him was shared by him. He knew the pain of being separated for two days, and the exact same joy at being reunited.

 

It was love.

 

Celestite held Lorde’s heart in his small, delicate hands, and…

 

“Lorde, my Lorde… I think.. I think you hold my heart in your hands as well. I… I think I love you too. No….” Celestite shook his head as he lifted Lorde’s blushing red, sweet, beautiful face so he could no longer hide. “I know I do. I… I’m obsessed with you, Lorde. It’s why I abandoned my shop. It’s how I came to realize you're my only true friend. It’s why I only want to make weaponry for you. Because… Because I love you.”

 

Two pairs of colorful, unique eyes stared at each other before a kiss was shared, a kiss that was different than the ones before it. It was gentle, slow, tender, but held the same electricity and power as all of their kisses in the heat of passion. Perhaps this was how lovers kissed… Two people who loved each other to the ends of the earth. The two held each other like they were the last people in the world. They lay on the bathroom floor, loving one another, touching one another, enjoying the feel of the other’s warmth inside of their cozy little treehouse that no one else was invited to see. No one could penetrate their perfect world. No one could see them past Lorde’s beautiful, skeletal wings. No one could pierce their hearts like they had done to one another already…

 

“It feels like we’ve known each other forever, doesn’t it? All of those lonely years without you are just days now. Whatever I did before you… It hardly happened. You’re my life. My everything.” Celestite whispered against puffy, pink lips once they broke their kiss. This time he noticed the tears that welled in his eyes, the tears that were full of joy and love; the streaks they left down his cheeks were just more kisses to indulge in. When had the little fairy ever cried for such a wonderful reason? When had he ever shed such passionate tears for another person? “Can I say it again? Can I tell you over and over again how much I love you? And will you tell me? Will you tell me how much you love me?” Maybe Lorde was rubbing off on him… Instead of telling him how much he loved him, he showed it. He showed it by kissing him again, as hard and deeply as he could manage. He showed it by running his fingers up and down Lorde’s sides, tickling at his sensitive areas. He showed it by pressing Lorde closer against him, the weight of each other reminding them this was real. These confessions and kisses and touches were real…

 

Eventually they pulled away from their kiss though they remained connected by a string of saliva that only brought their lips back together after a few moments. It was only when Celes forced the two of them to remember to breath by suggesting they shower to clean themselves did they break away long enough to stand, their bodies still as one with Lorde carrying the small Leprechaun, and made their way to the quaint shower. The warm water that flowed over them released a sense of nostalgia, and the two shared a smile that told them neither needed to be reminded of that first night. They were both thinking of it, both remembering it, reliving it in an entirely new way.

 

“Come here, my love. Be gentle, okay? Well… I suppose you don’t have to be.” Celestite chuckled as he pushed his chest out and lowered Lorde’s head so his lips met with one wet, pink nipple. Everything seemed different now. Felt like a whole new world now that they were doing these things while in love… This was his lover. His true lover. The way he sucked on his nipple sent whole new sensations down the other’s spine. It drove him even more insane, made him gasp and pant even harder, made him never want his lover to stop working his mouth in that wonderful way he did. It made his body tighten more around the large cock inside of him. Made him desire Lorde in a whole new way.

 

“Wait,” The Leprechaun whispered as he regrettably lifted himself off of Lorde and set his feet on the floor, cum spilling out of him only to be washed away like it never existed. “Just wait, darling,” He put a thin finger to Lorde’s lips as he pressed himself flush against him, wrapping his arms around his chest and nuzzling into it before looking up at the taller male. "I really do love you. And part of the reason I love you so much is because you keep me safe. The things we do... The things you do to me... I would never allow another man to handle me the way you do." Fingers that were gently floating along Lorde's back slowly made their way to the front and lowered to grasp the hard cock that Celes loved just as much as he loved the man attached to it. As he ran his fingers up and down Lorde's dick, softly then firmly, toying with the head and the base and every part of it, teasing as he pumped only to stop after once or twice, he continued to speak quietly against the sound of the water flowing around them. "I trust you. You keep me safe. Like earlier when you told me to relax before you jumped and pounded so hard into me..." A smile crept onto his face at the memory of just a bit ago, and a chuckle made it's way out of him. "I loved that so much. And I loved it because you took care of me. You kept me safe. You wouldn't dare let me get hurt and... I love you for that too... And many other things I couldn't possibly begin to list."

 

With a soft press of his lips to Lorde's, Celestite got on his knees and gently licked at his lover's cock like a little kitten, enjoying the musky, sweaty taste and scent that belonged only to Lorde. "No other man will know me like you do. I won't allow another man to do the things that you do to me. Not ever. I... I'm yours alone, Lorde." A soft, pink tongue ran up and down that hard, delicious cock before a small mouth wrapped around the tip and sucked gently. Eyes of different colors rolled upwards to look at magenta ones as Celestite took in half of that massive cock, then eventually all of it, sucking hard and desperately at the cock his body desired every waking moment. He devoured it like the starving man he was, moaning when he felt a bit of cum swirl around his tongue. He managed to swallow most it, though some trickled out of the side of his mouth, dribbling to the wet floor beneath them.

 

As much as he loved this though, they both needed more. They simply required as much as the other could give, and there was so much more they both could give and take. Celestite pulled away, leaving a sweet kiss at the head of Lorde's cock before standing and slowly turning around, cum leaking down his thighs and his legs as he bent forward, his hands on his asscheeks to open them to reveal his leaking, red, abused hole.

 

“Just once more… Once more before you give me that present you promised me, right?” He was needy, desperate, wanting one more before they went on to do other things. One time fucking each other as boyfriends, as true lovers… "Do whatever you want, but that spot you touched earlier when we first started... Do that again, my love. I adored it. But other than that... Have your way with me. Do as you will. Please? Fill me with every little bit of your cum. I beg you."

 

The lustful, pleading look Celestite had in his eyes, the way his slick, wet, needy body was so ready for the Spriggan's love all over again… Certainly Lorde wouldn’t deny him. Certainly.

[707]

[03:50 P.M.][Lorde's Treehouse]

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Somehow, in that indescribable way, their kisses had started to feel different, now that they had both confessed and had been granted the knowledge that their affections -their love- was not a one-sided affair. It felt good, more so than ever.. but for Lorde, it wasn't enough. The fact that he knew that Celestite reciprocated his feelings made him needy of the other, made his fingers clutch against whatever skin they were latched on that moment as the press of their lips turned electric, in a way that begged for more of that static that ran alongside their rushing blood.

 

If it was even possible, knowing that the leprechaun loved him, made the spriggan crave him more than he already did.. made him possessive more than he already was, made him thrust his hips in an unconscious attempt to claim the other even though there was no leverage for it to be properly done -seated on the floor that they were.

 

It was terrifying, how consuming the

need

to mark was.. how the taller teen could not help but

want

to put a lasting and very visible mark on that pale flawless skin so that everyone would know that Celestite belonged to him. That those marks meant that he had explored him, had taken him, had fucked him so thoroughly that he had fainted their first two nights. He wanted everyone to know that, wanted them to come into the realization that he was the only one

allowed

to defile the famous smith in every way possible. Such emotions made him reel with need and drown in uncontrollable desire that Lorde could barely contain lest it hurt them both.

 

“Can I say it again? Can I tell you over and over again how much I love you? And will you tell me? Will you tell me how much you love me?”

But with only those words, that dangerous desire simmered.. calmed in that mysterious way that Celestite did. It was both frightening and awe-inspiring, made Lorde nod in a fluster of disorganized emotions before battle-calloused palms went to cup those flushed cheeks, only for gentle thumbs to wipe away the tears that stained it.

 

It was.. nice, being affectionate like that. The happiness and contentment that came with it was almost magical in the way that it overpowered and quenched that burning possessiveness into an ember of care. The transition between two emotions was like the smooth glide from atop a hill down to its base, slow and steady in a motion that brought about change in that barely recognizable way. It made them kiss, for the second time, but this time it was more of a want rather than a need -the want to be close, to have no space between each other.. to

feel

the other's warmth rather than a desperate attempt at making certain that the event that was unfolding was real.

 

They both knew it was real.. they just couldn't stand being separated even by a mere inch.

 

So when Celestite suggested that they clean themselves, Lorde had carried him, made sure that he was still buried hilt-deep inside.. because that was where he was meant to be -united with Celestite until they no longer knew which was which.

 

The warm water that drenched their sweaty bodies, as the shower was turned on, made Lorde remember of their first night.. made him smile at how things had turned out for the two of them and made him chuckle against Celestite's neck at the silly way he had hidden his face. But it all turned out for the better, so he made no complaints.

 

And then petite hands pulled the spriggan's head down to press inexpressive lips against a pink nipple and the white-head immediately latched onto it, like a thirsty man to water. He sucked on the hard bud, used his teeth to pull and nibble, and his tongue to lick and tweak, while his hips began to slowly snap back and forth -cock hardening once more within the confines of the leprechaun's cum-filled hole.

 

But when his thrusts began to pick up speed and his mouth had all but bruised that heaving chest, his lover had told him to wait.. had said that word for him to stop and Lorde couldn't help the impatient whine he emitted from coming out even if his life depended on it.

 

"I really do love you. And part of the reason I love you so much is because you keep me safe. The things we do... The things you do to me... I would never allow another man to handle me the way you do."

Okay, Celestite hugging and nuzzling his chest before looking at him and saying those words were a nice reason to wait, even though they were a separate being once more. The talented hand that went to stroke his cock was nice too, made Lorde's fingers curl against the plumpness of the leprechaun's ass cheeks, while subtle fingers went to rub that leaking and abused hole.

 

"I trust you. You keep me safe. Like earlier when you told me to relax before you jumped and pounded so hard into me... I loved that so much. And I loved it because you took care of me. You kept me safe. You wouldn't dare let me get hurt and... I love you for that too... And many other things I couldn't possibly begin to list."

And then the small fairy went on his knees and Lorde found his legs tensing with just how much he hardened at the sight.. made his cock throb and the veins pulse with too much blood that enlarged it more so than usual. That sinful mouth took him in then, sucked and swallowed that endowed piece of flesh as if the leprechaun enjoyed doing it more than crafting itself and the spriggan couldn't help but groan at the feel of it.

 

It made him snap his hips, albeit a lot more controlled, and made sure that Celestite didn't choke when he took all of it in, bulging his throat as it accommodated that massive girth and length. Lorde hissed at the warmth and tightness as his erection was devoured, made his simmering desire begin to boil and the itch on his needy fingers manifest as they clutched against the sides of that raven head. He pushed them down though, willed himself to be patient while letting the smaller teen have a bit of control for the timebeing. Also, the picture that Celestite's face made while he sucked Lorde's cock was priceless.. and could probably rival the sight of his gaping and cum-messy hole, especially now that his pale skin almost glowed with the presence of the warm water.

 

But as much of a treat it was, the spriggan eventually needed more and would have hauled the small leprechaun up himself, if the other hadn't pulled off the moment he did. And as he turned, the white-head found his gaze immediately snapping down to vividly take-in the abused hole that it was presented to. The sight of it made him groan, made his cock dribble precum -only for it to be washed away by the rain of water.

 

“Just once more… Once more before you give me that present you promised me, right?”

While Celestite had said those words and more, Lorde had taken the initiative to capture a few dozen screenshots of that wonderfully gaping hole, a majority of them zoomed to the point that all the image contained was what the leprechaun's hole looked like inside. He listened though, lips curving at the shameless mention of him playing with the raven's perineum and smirk only arching higher at how the other had begged him.

 

Such blatant display of want made the spriggan.. playful, in a way that made him want to tease his lover into making him beg even more. So he'd taken a step, one hand taking hold of the base of his cock while the other went to join one of Celestite's own, to further pry his asscheeks open and reveal more of that leaking hole. It made his breathing come in soft pants, knowing that he'd get to fuck that small orifice once again.. but for now, he had a bit of teasing to do.

 

Another step was taken, enough so that the blunt head of his cock was pressed firmly against that used-looking rim. He pushed, just that few inches of the tip inside, groaning at how Celestite immediately clenched around it, before using his grip on the base to move his cock in slow circles, the motion grinding the head against the leprechaun's outer walls and stretched rim. Long sighs of breath went unheard against the continuous torrent of water as Lorde kept at his gentle teasing, made sure his grip against that pillowy asscheek was firm enough to prevent the petite fairy from just impaling himself against that hard endowment.

 

His smirk only grew higher when Celestite began his pleading, voice almost sobbing in his need and body trembling with pent up lust and want. Lorde kept at it though, the soft torture of having something one desperately wanted whilst only a taste was given. The master smith wasn't the only one whose need and impatience was tested though, the spriggan too almost went mindless with the teasing he was doing.. but the prize was sweeter when it was given after being denied for an amount of time.

 

A minute and a half was the duration, Lorde could stand to be without that warmth, softness and tightness that only being inside Celestite could provide. The

need

that had come from that short teasing had made him pant, made his eyes hazy with potent lust that wanted to burst out from beneath his wet skin. So with single-minded attention, strong hands went to grip the small fairy's waist, pink lips descending to press a soft kiss in between those mechanical wings before hips slammed forward to bury that massive cock back within the confines of that twitching hole.

 

Celestite's scream, as they molded once more, made Lorde smile, made his mouth clamp against the side of that slender neck as he began grinding his throbbing length against the raven's convulsing anal walls. It never ceased to amaze the spriggan how wonderful it felt to be sheathed this deep within Celestite's most private of parts.. especially with how those soft hidden muscles contracted and massaged his cock whilst the leprechaun uncontrollably twitched with his orgasm.

 

"Does it feel good to have your boyfriend's cock stretching and filling up every empty space of your lewd hole, Cel? You're so soft and warm and squishy inside, babe, so wonderfully tight around me. Aha. Calm down, stop fucking yourself against my cock. I'll do it soon enough."

And true to his words, Lorde pulled all the way out before slamming back in, their water-drenched skin smacking wetly against each other and making the sound echo even louder than the pour of water around them. Only for it to ring out again and again as leprechaun and spriggan coupled as lovers for the first time.

 

The white-head's thrusts were calm, slow and powerful, rather than the animalistic frenzy that his blood oh so desired -making the

need

to take and possess burn all the more hotter within.

"We have time, Cel. One more is not enough. After this, you're gonna ride me again in our bed, then I'll fuck you once more after that; on your hands and knees."

A slick tongue went to lick the wetness along a shoulder, up that marred neck, to that soft jaw, and against the shell of a blushing ear. Teeth came out next, to nip and scratch delicate lobes before clamping against the junction where neck and shoulder met.

"Do you want that? Want me to fuck you silly before we head to where your present is?"

A chuckle came, drowned out by the hiss of the shower but it nevertheless made the white-head's chest vibrate against the smaller teen's back, as Lorde's hips went into a temporary frenzy of swift and powerful thrusts that left Celestite panting and gasping for breath.

"Is that what you want, you cockslut? Aha. You're squeezing me so tightly. Do you like the idea of me fucking you until you can't move anymore? I bet you do, such a slut you are, Cel. But that's one of the things I love about you; how you're just so greedy for my cock."

 

Then, in between Celestite's legs, the air shimmered, a buzz of accumulating pixels appearing before exploding in light crystals to create another Lorde -just as naked and hard as its creator was. He smiled up at the leprechaun, hands lifting those delicious thighs to rest them against broad shoulders before that mouth swallowed the raven's leaking cock, while two fingers went to drill against the master crafter's perineum.. and all the while, the real Lorde -Sakurai- kept up his powerful thrusts.

 

"Oh, you tightened so much. Does my clone look erotic while he's sucking your cute cock? You gonna cum in his mouth, Cel? Aha. Don't hold back, cum as much as you want."

And because Sakurai was a tease, he pulled back, leaving the last two inches of his cock inside that clenching hole before he began grinding it against Celestite's prostate while the clone bobbed his head faster, sucking along the length of the raven's cock and using his tongue to massage the underside of it while the tip went to tease against that leaking slit.

 

Not a few seconds later, Celestite arched, one hand going to press against his stomach, mouth opening in a horse scream as he came -making Sakurai groan as he tightened oh so wonderfully. The two kept at the triple stimulation, made sure that the leprechaun's orgasm was prolonged until the raven was all but incapable of any coherent thought. And when they finally stopped, Celestite already had that hazy look in his eyes whilst his body had gone limp with too much pleasure.

 

"Here comes the main event."

The clone murmured as he stood, hands going beneath the leprechaun's spread legs as one of Sakurai's own went to line that same throbbing cock against Celestite's filled hole.

"Relax."

Was murmured against the raven's lips before that second cock slowly pushed its way inside.

 

Celestite's slightly pained whine made the two groan, made their fingers clutch more protectively against the master smith's skin, the tightness that enveloped them going two-fold as the leprechaun shuddered and moaned in another bout of surprised orgasm.. and when the clone was finally all the way inside, three blissed-out moans echoed within the confines of the small bathroom.

 

"Hah. You're so tight, Cel. It's so good, my clone's cock rubbing against mine. Ah-hah."

 

It was slow, when they began to move, the slide of two cocks rubbing inside Celestite's hole becoming prominent in audible shlicks. Doing the actual fucking was hard, especially since Lorde and the clone could only move a few inches at best, but rubbing against each other and how the leprechaun's anal walls convulsed and contracted more than made up for it and such eroticism of the moment brought them on the verge of climax in mere minutes. And as they neared the edge, their thrusts became a lot more smooth, ample precum slicking Celestite's insides and making the glides of those two cocks almost friction-less.

 

They began to piston in and out, one after the other and occasionally going in both at the same time just to make the leprechaun produce that surprised squeal that he did. And when Lorde finally felt that familiar tingling and clenching of his balls, he hilted himself -along with the clone- just as they both shuddered and moaned their release, Celestite emitting a soft whine before trembling in another -but weaker- climax.

 

And when it was over, the clone dispersed into bright polygonic crystals. They would have toppled to the floor should Lorde have not anticipated the momentary lack of energy on both their parts. He'd spread his wings instead beforehand, made himself hover a few inches off the tiled floor while powerful arms went around the leprechaun's waist for support as gentle lips went to press soothing kisses against that bruised neck.

 

Celestite did not faint.. but it seemed that he was still somewhere akin to a mild

sub-space

, so Lorde -as he would always do- took care of him; washing and soaping both of them down, and cleaning his abused hole of his cum. It was nice, how the leprechaun was pliant -and sublimely touchy- the entire time.. made Lorde smile more than he had already done whilst pressing gentle kisses on that still pleasure-hazed face.

 

The desire for more was still there, but the white-head let the feeling simmer below the surface.. made himself patient and attentive with his lover. They would do the things he had said, but for the timebeing, it was time for him to take care of his boyfriend.

 

And that didn't sound bad at all.

 

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[04:30 P.M.][Lorde's Treehouse]

---

 

"Feeling better?"

Came the soft whispered words as lips met each other in a gentle press, calloused palms caressing the tender arch of Celestite's back, the other going in between those bubbly cheeks and letting long fingers trace against the stretched rim that had clung and squeezed desperately against the spriggan's buried cock, as the leprechaun's eyes cleared from the hazy fog they had been under. The bridge of a nose went to nuzzle the hinge of the raven's jaw, nostrils slightly flaring as they took in the smaller teen's scent.

"Shhh. I'm here -ah! I'm inside you, don't worry."

 

Another light kiss was shared, slow closed mouth touches that reaffirmed what they felt for the other. It made the sleepy atmosphere more serene, with the almost unnoticeable rustles of the newly placed bed sheets, along with the return of the cicada and the lilting melody of the nearby songbird.

 

Celestite had been clingy while Lorde had cleaned them both, while they were in the bathroom. The spriggan had not minded, had actually enjoyed it, especially with how the master smith had stuck to him like a koala on their way back to the bedroom, but once there and the white-head had to put him down to change the sheets, the raven's clinginess had become almost desperate.. it had been endearing, to say the least, how he hadn't wanted Lorde out of his sight, hadn't wanted for them not to be touching at all times. So, he'd let a clone do the cleaning for him while he and Celestite had taken the nearby chair and whispered sweet nothings to each other.

 

Doing that had been.. nice but it had been nicer once they were already within the warm comfort of their freshly made bed. And because -even though they were already pressed flush against each other- their touches hadn't been enough, in which the leprechaun had expressed his displeasure by whining, Lorde had penetrated him once more and that had been the end of that needy and desperate fairy.

 

The white-head had tried hard not to fuck his lover again, had been a massive challenge considering that Celestite was all warm and soft and tender around his cock due to the previous abuse his little hole had been subjected to, along with the warm shower they had taken. It would have been so easy to pound into the smaller teen again, they probably would have enjoyed it too, but the spriggan resisted.. controlled that overwhelming desire in favor of just

existing

with his boyfriend, experiencing the lull that came after sex; something they both had been deprived of since day one.

 

During said lull, where Celestite almost dozed off, Lorde had inadvertently contemplated the developmental effect of their newfound relationship in their real lives. All he knew about the real Celestite was that he was a student just like the white-head.. and that was basically it, and although Sakurai hadn't volunteered any information about himself either, it felt like the leprechaun knew more about him.. in that mysteriously familiar way.

 

The raven had mumbled nonesense though, things about Sakurai not being able to like the real him and the like. It wouldn't matter to anyone else, but it meant the world to the white-head. He'd been so concerned that Celestite was the one who hadn't wanted to meet the real him but by the things he had said, it became evident that the other suffered of a low esteem. Lorde knew -he really, really knew- that he shouldn't have been smiling during that time, but he hadn't been able to help it.. preventing the overwhelming joy at the knowledge of Celestite wanting him so much that he

doubted

himself, was almost impossible. He felt bad of course, for his leprechaun's sake, but the feeling persisted nevertheless.

 

But now though, now that Celestite had resurfaced and once more aware and fully cognizant, Sakurai would rectify his false assumptions, no matter how they had made him smile.

 

'I love you and no matter who you are in real life, that will not change.'

Is what he wanted to say but,

"I'll love the sleeping you too."

came out instead. It wasn't the most reassuring words in the world and his lack of proper reasons made it all the more horrible in his ears, but he hoped that Celestite would understand what he meant, that his lover would prove once again that he could read the spriggan as easily as if they had once been a singular being; torn apart by fate and brought together by chance.

 

Sakurai never really believed in soulmates, never really had any reason to.. that is until his little leprechaun came along in a flurry of panicked words and clumsy hands. The thought made him smile in that soft and gentle way that he only did for Celestite, made him press their lips in a lovely kiss that made his heart clench with how much beautiful emotions it brought out. Questing fingers went to tangle themselves in raven locks, using them as a soft handheld for the spriggan to tilt the master smith's head and deepen their kiss.

 

Tongues tangled and explored each other's mouths, the warm press of their gradually rubbing skins igniting the flames of arousal once more.. made their kisses spark with the static of their resurfacing desire. It made Lorde hum, his free hand clenching against that fleshy asscheek as he felt Celestite's cock hardening against their pressed abdomen. And when the small fairy gave a needy squeeze, the white-head found himself moaning against their liplock as all his blood took a U-turn and headed south, his cock enlarging and stretching that velvety softness that encased it once more.

 

"Hah.. gonna ride me, babe? Yeah -fuck, just like that."

The leprechaun's petite form was once again on display for magenta eyes to feast upon, but pale skin now marred with finger-shaped bruises along those delicious hips and spread thighs. Celestite's hands stayed pressed against Lorde's abdomen this time though, supporting the lithe body in its energetic bouncing and grinding.

 

It was beautiful, how the small leprechaun moaned whenever the spriggan gave a powerful thrust, how heterochromatic eyes stayed lidded as their pleasure mounted for the n

^th

time. Watching how Celestite panted and the erotic way his pink cock leaked precum against Lorde's lower abdomen made the white-head want him even more, his upward thrusts gaining power as strong feet pressed themselves against the soft mattress for added leverage. And when calloused hands went to grip and pry those plump asscheeks, followed by a powerful slam directly against the raven's prostate, Celestite's arms buckled as his moan rang loud and true against the slaps of skin meeting skin. The small teen toppled, in a pleasured heap atop the taller one, groaning and moaning his bliss as the spriggan continued to pound into that wonderfully convulsing hole.

 

Creaks of the bed went unheard, along with the occasional slam of the headboard against the wall, as the lovers' coupling escalated into that familiar fever of continuous delighted wails and repeated smacks of pounding hips. All of it felt incredible, how Celestite would tighten around the white-head's cock whenever black-nailed fingers went to tease his stretched rim with pointed rubs, along with the wet and constant rubbing of the leprechaun's own cock against both their abdomens, added too how the raven's fingers clutched desperately against the spriggan's muscled arms. Such sensations made Lorde's thrusts go faster, made him crave that mindbending tightness that Celestite did on his cock whenever they both came.

 

And it did happen, with Lorde's lower body lifting off the bed as he gave that last toe-curling thrust while his hands pulled the master smith down to make said thrust even more powerful. Celestite had squealed as Lorde pumped his hole full of thick and voluminous cum, made his cute cock twitch and messily spurt out his own release. And when they fell back down on the bed, the impact and subsequent -albeit unconscious- squeeze slid the spriggan's cock out of that shuddering hole, to squirt more cum that landed hotly against the raven's quivering assscheeks.

 

The whine of distress at being left empty didn't go unnoticed by Lorde, whose hands immediately went to grab his exposed cock and slowly pushed it back inside the needy leprechaun. It made Celestite moan whilst Lorde groaned, renewed erection being welcomed by a hearty squeeze that just emphasized how slick his own cum had made that greedy hole to be. Warm drips against the base of his cock indicated the erotic spilling of his semen and how it dripped down the girth of his thigh made the white-head especially grateful that Alfheim made the player have an infinite amount of semen. Either it was their lack of attention to that particular detail or just had been ignored, Lorde didn't care -as long as Celestite made that blissed-out expression that he did whenever the spriggan pumped him full of that stuff.

 

"You were brilliant."

Came the immediate praise, before lips met once more in a post-coital kiss that reinvigorated that mellowing spark of lust. And before anything else was said, Lorde twisted, flipping them both so that the white-head lay on top and the raven below; spread out and looking adorably confused and stunned.

 

A soft chuckle came as Lorde pulled all the way out, cum spilling from that gaping hole and onto the dark rumpled sheets, before giving a singularly forceful slam that rattled the very walls the headboard was stationed against; the meeting and union of two flesh emitting a naughty shlick as excess cum spurted out from the leprechaun's rim, to splatter at the seams of the spriggan's groin. Strong hands went to grip that slender waist, ticking the skin there momentarily before unceremoniously flipping the small fairy around so that he was on his hands and knees. Another of that wall-rattling thrust was made and should it not have been Lorde's hands gripping Celestite's waist, the lithe teen's face would have crashed painfully against the wood of the headboard.

 

"Lean down and lift your ass higher, press your cheek on that pillow and use your hands to pry your ass cheeks open for me."

The master smith obeyed and the pornographic image he presented was enough to snap the spriggan's control.

"Keep your legs tensed, babe. Don't let them buckle."

 

And that was all Lorde had said as one hand went to grip the top of that intricately designed headboard before a series of continuous floor-lifting thrusts were made, overwhelmed moans and groans following not even a full second after. Their pace swiftly turned animalistic; swift, powerful and almost brutal with how much the two lovers gave and took, and unlike their first coupling that had been a hasty release of with their longing and joy, this last one took much longer -until they were both sweaty and Celestite had all but lost his voice and could only just produce whining pants whenever his prostate was drilled.

 

"You feel so good, Cel. Your hole is so loose, it's so fantastic how I can just ram my cock in and out of it. Ahhh, god fuck..it's so slippery with my cum and your walls won't stop spasming around me."

A bead of sweat rolled from the roots of that white hair down to the bridge of that delicate nose, only to drip at the edge and land with an unheard smack against Celestite's arched and equally sweaty back. Both cum and precum leaked and dribbled out of the leprechaun's over-used hole, the rim an angry red as Lorde's large and veined cock pistoned in and out.

"Your slutty hole was made to swallow my cock. Aha. I bet you can't even cum from touching your cock alone now, can you? Do you use your fingers when you masturbate, babe? Use them to rub your greedy hole, imitate how I fuck you. Is that what you do? Or do you use toys instead? Damn, I would love to watch you play with yourself, especially with a toy I bought you. Hah. Will it be enough though?"

A chuckle came out in between heavy panted breaths, the constant slams of their skins picking up in tempo and going even faster as that rush of oncoming orgasm presented itself once more to Lorde.

"Hah. Gonna fill you up again, Cel. Gonna pump you full of my cum. Aha! You're squeezing me so tightly, you slut. You really want my cum that badly. Do you imagine me cumming inside you whenever you touch yourself? Do you imagine my semen making you messy inside?"

 

And then he was slamming all of that massive cock inside, panting out a groan as ample cum was spilled deep within Celestite's massaging hole. The continuous pull of those anal walls made Lorde moan, his hips continuing their powerful thrusts as he rode out his orgasm while his small leprechaun trembled with his own prolonged one that further stained the dark sheets below. The last bout of spurted cum made Lorde's hips snap forward in an uncontrolled twitching, his flagging cock burying even deeper and making the panting raven emit an overly sensitized whine. And when their climax was over, both toppled to the side in a heap of sweaty and panting bodies.

 

Soft and warm kisses were pressed against Celestite's nape, Lorde's free arm snaking around the leprechaun's tired form to press a soothing palm against that heaving chest as the two kept themselves flushed against each other even as their frenzy subsided. Soft puffs of breath from the spriggan, fluttered raven locks as a delicate nose went to nuzzle that kissed nape, nostrils flaring as they took in the small fairy's scent.

 

"You okay, babe?"

Came the sleepy query, black-tipped nails giving still pebbled nipples gentle flicks and almost subconscious pinches.

"Let's rest for a bit, then we'll go see your present."

 

And within seconds, Lorde was already dozing off, half-asleep in a state that allowed players to rest whilst still being online.

 

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[05:40 P.M.][underground Tunnel Beneath Lorde's Treehouse]

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The passage was bright, surprisingly so for an underground passageway , with small crystal gems lodged against the opposing walls in equal successions and spaces. Despite the beauty of the luminescent crystals, the tunnel was more soil rather than rock and cement, as if it had been carved out only for a single use and nothing more. It was spacious though, enough to contain five people, shoulder to shoulder, with gnarled roots from the trees above just poking out from numerous areas of the inclined ceiling. A small stream of water -possibly from the river- ran along one corner of the floor, the rush of the running solvent loud and echoing in the tunnel's natural silence.

 

Sounds of footsteps didn't accompany Lorde and Celestite as they followed the path, their wings spread wide and letting them float instead of the painful walk that the leprechaun would have endured after their strenuous activities.

 

It had been good to just lay in their bed and be in a semi-conscious state, just feeling and enjoying each other's warmth without the need for words. That simple act had satisfied Lorde immensely even though he had no idea that he craved it in the first place. Truth be told, he'd never done it with anyone before, even with Isiah.. but now that he'd experienced what people called post-coital bliss with Celestite, he knew that he could get used to it. He did briefly wonder though if it would be the same if it was already in real life or if it would be better.. the thought had been nice, even though it made him impatient with the desire to finally know who the real Celestite was.

 

But he knew that the other wasn't ready yet, that he still needed time for whatever reason that he had. Sakurai could understand that, that was why he tried not to mention it as much as he could. It was still considered early in their relationship, that much was undoubtedly true, and he supposed that the leprechaun would agree to them meeting in person once he was ready. The wait would be worth it, Sakurai knew -for as long as it wasn't ridiculously long.

 

"We're here."

Came the soft whispered words that penetrated the almost anticipatory silence that had accompanied the two lovers as Lorde stopped in front of an oval room, with a raised stone dais in the middle. An inactive teleporter sat right in front of it, the glyphs and seals looking like no more than one of the normal designs of the stone room.

 

"There was once an evil King; Arthur was his name."

Lorde murmured in a steady voice, skeletal wings subtly flapping as he turned and faced his lover, one hand outstretched forward.

"Behold, Excalibur."

 

Then the legendary sword materialized on the very palm of his hand.

 

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It glowed bright, the luminant light overpowering even the the crystals that illuminated the area. But then Lorde snorted, followed by a short bout of laughter.

 

"You should have seen your face, Cel! Ahaha!"

That gentle and amused smile transformed the spriggan's face once more at the miffed pout that appeared on the leprechaun's face.

"This is just a copy of Excalibur. A fake, if you will since it didn't really change into the weapon that I would prefer like the real one would do."

He began, words still lilting with that previous hint of amusement.

"This sword is actually a Key Item and can not be equipped. But when I first found this place, King Arthur was using it as a weapon. He was strong, everything the legend said that he was even without the real Excalibur. But I did manage to defeat him and got this item as a reward. And since he didn't spawn again, I'm guessing that this fake sword is a one-time item only. No one else has it but me."

He'd floated towards the dais during his short explanation and as he finished, the glowing sword was stabbed into the hole atop the slab of stone.

 

And the teleporter glowed blue as it activated.

 

"You abandoned your shop for me. You gave up your one and only means of creating weapons just for me. Let me repay that by giving you a new one."

White consumed their vision as Lorde promptly dragged Celestite onto the teleporter, with barely any warnings given.

 

And when it cleared and everything was in plain sight, the white-head announced,

 

"Here is your present. Welcome to Azgard Forge."

[MaryWeather]

[4:00 PM, Lorde's Treehouse]

 

Such a tease… It was glorious, yes, but so incredibly torturous at the same time. To know something so sweet and delicious was right there, so easy for the taking, only to have it taken away when he reached for it… It made the single minute that passed feel like eternity. And each time Celestite moved to push that large, eager cock inside of him he was met with Lorde’s far superior strength. All it took was one hand to keep the small fairy from moving any farther, to force him to endure his torment for however long his torturer wanted. And while that strength wrapped so protectively around Celestite, held him so warmly, made him promises that no one would lay a finger on one strand of his raven hair, it was currently destroying him in the most desirable way possible.

 

He was so close… His darling was so close. His lover was right there; he could feel him along the edges of his walls, teasing him and toying with him, and the harder Celestite fought to impale himself on the one thing he needed, the easier it seemed for Lorde to keep him away. The Spriggan’s amusement was almost felt in the air around them had it not been for his overwhelming lust. The impatient Leprechaun knew it was only matter of time before his lover broke, but when that would be, he didn’t know. All he could do was beg and plead and whine, whisper his name, and make promises of all the wonderful and lewd things he would do for him if he would just fuck him right this instant.

 

And before he knew it, his wait was over. He had suffered long enough; they both had. Lorde had slammed hard into him, making Celestite scream, his gaping, open mouth taking in the falling water as his fingers clawed at the moist walls. Had it not been for the white liquid that stained his hand, the small fairy would have hardly realized he came. Yet it hardly mattered… He thrust himself desperately against Lorde’s cock. Now that it was inside of him, exactly where it belonged, there was nothing to stop the two of them from losing themselves in motion and excitement. Not even Lorde telling him to calm down could stop Celestite now; he needed his satisfaction by the only person who could give it to him, the only person who could drive him this wild, the only person who was even allowed to see him in such a way.

 

As torturous as Lorde could be, though, he was a merciful lover too. He slammed himself hard into Celestite, making the little fairy’s heart melt into tears that were camouflaged against the pouring water.

 

So needy… So desperate… And once more was simply not enough. He had said it; Lorde had said those simple, beautiful words that made Celestite even more light-headed. More was to come, so much more was to come. It was never-ending when it came to Lorde and Celestite adored it. It didn’t matter if this warrior had walked a million miles and had finally reached the end of world; he would keep going. He would keep walking and he would make sure that by his side, holding his hand, would be the master smith. Together they would walk to the rest of their lives or to their deaths; whichever suited their fancy.

 

But tonight, Celestite wanted to die a thousand and one la petite morts, and Lorde would fuck him a thousand and one times for him to get there.

 

“After this, you're gonna ride me again in our bed, then I'll fuck you once more after that; on your hands and knees.”

 

“Anything….” Came his answer as droplets of water washed down his tongue to slide down the back of his throat. “Anything, my darling. Yes… Yes I want it. Anything, I’ll do anything for you. Anything….”

 

His arms had nowhere to go as he endured the rough, powerful thrusts of Lorde’s large cock into his body, and the sweet, tender, though hungry bites and sucks on his neck. His slender arms reached for the wet walls only to slide off, rubbed his lonely cock, hugged his shivering body, though those thin arms eventually found their home; one reaching upwards to wrap around Lorde’s neck, and one staying down, reaching behind him to scratch at his lover’s firm, hard asscheek.

 

And those words… They floated around the small fairy, tickling his body with the heat of both breath and passion as they were spoken. Celestite was indeed his perfect little slut. It surprised even him that he had this in him, this desire, this lust, this passion, this urge for Lorde to always remember that Celestite was slutty for him and only him. His legs grew weak at the sensual, teasing voice of his lover; even his inorganic wings felt the effects of those enticing words, fluttering uncontrollably as the larger teen’s voice sent shockwaves through them, nearly lifting the petit Leprechaun off the ground. Though those hot words rang true. Celestite was more than greedy for anything when it came to Lorde. That cock that he was always so eager for, always so eager to taste and feel inside of him belonged to him just as much as it belonged to the man it was attached to. They owned each other, Celestite to Lorde, and Lorde to Celestite.

 

And the more Lordes Celestite could have, the better.

 

That luscious tongue against his moist, wet, hard cock nearly sent Celestite over the edge again. As his legs were lifted he looked down to see a pleasant surprise and immediately began to run his long fingers through the clone’s white hair, if only to give him the attention he deserved. Clone or not, Celestite had quickly realized the first time Lorde had done this that these clones could feel, could express emotion, could bloody talk even and possibly even think for themselves. How Lorde controlled them or if he simply let them do as pleased, Celestite didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. The clones treated him as well, as tenderly, as roughly, as wonderfully as the real Lorde and Celestite made sure the copy knew that he loved him as well. Everything that was Lorde, every piece of him whether it was a separate entity or buried deep inside of him, Celestite loved and adored. One day he would ask him if the clones felt in their hearts the burning desire and maddening love for the small fairy as the true Lorde felt, or if they were simply following orders….

 

But not tonight. Tonight Celestite reveled in the pleasure that was driving him far crazier than it ever had before. His mind tumbled and his voice cried out loudly as the cloned toyed so spectacularly with his perenium, sucked him so hard Celestite thought he would devour him. And Lorde himself… The master at work. There was no area inside of Celestite that Lord hadn’t explored to it’s fullest. His large cock had penetrated every part of him, had felt as deep inside of him as it could possibly go, had screwed his heart as thoroughly as it had screwed his body; and it was that heart that had tied itself to Lorde’s own heart, the bloody, beating string keeping them attached forever, farther than forever. Into oblivion and the rest of eternity.

 

And it was with the thought that he would indeed give up everything, more than he already had given up, to travel that far with Lorde, that his body was overcome with pleasure. His back arched, his head tossing back along with it. His hand flew to his stomach, his nails nearly slicing the skin as they worked against Celestite’s mind to try and grab at the thing inside of him. And his voice… It sang loudly, as loudly as it had when there were four of his lover handling him.

 

“Here comes the main event. Relax.”

 

His body detached from his mind and seemed to work on it’s own as the loving command was given. Celestite hardly had any control over himself at all; in fact he didn’t. As his body loosened for his lovers, his hole stretching to accommodate two of those massive, throbbing cocks, Celestite’s now very hoarse voice whined softly, if not painfully, at the familiar and invasive feeling, though not familiar enough for him to be completely used to it.

 

“L-Lorde….” Celestite’s soft, fleeting voice whispered as he slowly began floating away to a place farther away from reality than the virtual world they were in. All his trembling, wet body could feel was Lorde inside of him and all around him. Every part of his body, from his toes to his legs to his cock and abdomen and arms and fingers and back and neck and face… All of it was touching Lorde in some way, feeling him and that slick skin and the hardness of the two things inside of him, penetrating him with everything they could. Their flesh could merge into each other if they tried hard enough, and Celestite found every moment of it as delectable as if he were tasting his boyfriend’s cock.

 

To think his own small body, his small vessel, could make Lorde experience this type of pleasure. To think Lorde wanted to do these things with him, craved these things, could go as crazy as Celestite had when they were away from each other for too long. And for Lorde to please him in so many unique and fearsome ways… Was the Spriggan completely aware of everything he did to Celestite? Was he aware of how ecstasy ran freely through his body just at the mere thought of him? Was he aware of how his blood ran hot and his eyes watered and his insides twisted anytime he laid those heterochromatic orbs on him? Did he know how insane he drove the little fairy?

 

He had to… He just had to know. Each and every time Lorde drove Celestite to the brink of madness, he always brought him back. He always saved him before he fell, but not this time. This time he allowed his sweet Leprechaun to fall entirely, to experience a new type of pleasure that Celestite couldn’t even begin to fathom. Yes, Lorde would come back for him; that was something Celestite was sure of, but until then… Until then, the little fairy could wander around his Wonderland paradise, basking in all the ecstasy he could handle.

 

In and out… In and out… The two men worked their way as far into Celestite’s body as they could go, firing into him like a powerful, steel bullet. There was never a moment one of them wasn’t deep inside of him with they were pistoning in and out unmercifully. It was a constant, never-ending feeling, the feeling of something scraping along his insides, tickling at his prostate, shoving so deep and hard into him…. Between the two of them he didn’t have to worry about never being full. He was filled to capacity and yet his mind wondered if he could take more. He wondered what it would be like for a third Lorde to join them and pierce his body, and possibly more.

 

That was all he ever wanted, after all. More Lorde. All of Lorde. Everything he could have of him. Even in this state, or rather especially in this high, colorful, delectable state of mind he was in, he wanted his lover in every way and felt--knew--he would die if he were away from him for even just a second. The contracting walls of his anus worked to keep both Lordes inside of him for as long as it could, and the water falling down on the petit fairy might as well have been his lover’s cum; that was how he saw it. It was an oddly beautiful feeling to be rained on by Lorde’s sweet but salty semen. He had experienced it once with four Lordes and he couldn’t deny how… Deliciously slutty it made him feel, but just for his lover and no one else.

 

In a matter of moments, which was simply not long enough for the small fairy to fully enjoy this double penetration, he could feel himself reach his orgasm once again. His head fell back as his voice screamed his boyfriend’s name as far as the heavens could reach, his body writhed and tossed in beautiful pleasure and the pain of it coming to a bittersweet end. Nails scratched at one Lordes’ body while teeth bit at the other.

 

And right after the beautiful song of their orgasms ended, the clone disappeared the same way it had showed up. It was just the two of them again, but the feeling of being surrounded by his lover never left the little fairy. He was still entombed by those magnificent and terrifying wings, still held so tightly and protectively in those powerful arms, still kissed and petted and taken care of in ways Celestite was sure no one else would bother with. And the entire time, the master smith clung to his lover like he was the last man on earth; he may as well have been. Celestite couldn’t see any other man, think about any other man, breath any other man’s name. The only thing running through his head wasLorde, Lorde, Lorde; like a mantra only that word, only that name, filled Celestite’s mind yet when he opened his mouth to whisper it in his lover’s ear so many other words came flying out.

 

“D-don’t dislike me. Don’t like Celestite better. I-I’m not as pretty as him. I’m not as talented. Please love me just as much as you love him… Please….” His eyes, though still hazy with unheard of pleasure, were wide and desperate, his pupils dilated. Those eyes stared into Lorde’s as small, delicate hands ran all along a muscular torso, and a perfectly chiseled back, and soft white hair. Anywhere Celestite could touch he did, and even his wings seemed to want their share. The gears turned continuously, whirring and clicking as they stretched to gently run the tips of the metal feathers against the hard bone that was Lorde’s wings.

 

As long as he was here with his darling, Celestite didn’t care where they were. He didn’t realize they had left bathroom; he hardly remembered they were in a bathroom. He didn’t notice the bedroom around him, the charcoal drawings that manifested themselves all over the floors and walls, the pretty lights that soon surrounded them. Nothing. Nothing else existed except him and Lorde and that was how he wanted it to stay.

 

But that warmth disappeared and he was falling into a nothingness that was far from comforting. Emptiness became his new ally, his body now cold and shaking as his lover moved farther and farther away from him.

 

“No!” Celestite clawed through the empty darkness for that warmth again, screamed at it to come back and refused to let it go once he found it again. And it wasn’t until his lover wrapped him back in his arms and wings did Celestite stop trembling. The screeching sound of his shuddering wings, as if each and every nut and bolt and gear and plate would fall off, finally settled to the quiet hum of the spinning pieces. The lovers were together again, whispering words of kindness and affection to each other; Celestite, a sweet picture of perfect and innocent love in Lorde’s lap. Every now and then words laced with zero confidence and pleas for his true self to be loved broke through the sweet nothings spoken by the small fairy.

 

Though once they made it to the soft surface of the bed, Celestite not knowing nor caring where they were now, the small fairy said nothing. He kissed and pecked and licked and nibbled at his lover, his hands wandering everywhere while his legs squeezed the other to him as closely as possible. His words ceased and were replaced with whines and small mewls which only dwindled down to soft breaths when he felt Lorde inside of him once again. The master smith, Lorde’s little slut, could finally relax.

 

*****

 

"Shhh. I'm here -ah! I'm inside you, don't worry."

 

"I wonder if he knows what he does to me. I wonder if he realizes the things he does to me..."

 

At the comfort of realizing the other was deep inside of him, and the sweetness of their soft, loving kisses, Celestite’s mind slowly to started to gain back it’s wide vocabulary to form one cohesive thought. Whatever had happened to Celesite, whatever made his mind shut down entirely with whatever euphoric poison Lorde had injected him with, surely the strong Spriggan had to know it was him that did it. He had to know what exactly it was.

 

Or maybe he was blissfully ignorant. Then again he wouldn’t remain ignorant for long. He deserved to know exactly how high Celestite could soar when they had sex…

 

Though there was no moment to tell him, not before the Spriggan spoke.

 

"I'll love the sleeping you too."

 

At first Celestite just chuckled. It was a fond thought, that Lorde would love him whether he was asleep or awake. Sure, the little fairy thought it was an odd thing to say, but at the end of the day he was happy to hear his darling would love no matter what the situation.

 

And then it hit him. The truth of the statement, the love, the tenderness, the beauty of what was said hit him hard enough to send his mind spinning, much like how it spun around the world and back when Sakurai fucked him so deliciously. One part of him, the more skeptical, distrusting part of him that seemed to live within every gamer didn’t believe the words. It was easy to say such a thing, but when the time came would Sakurai follow through? Would he look at Shiro as lovingly as Lorde looked at Celestite? Would he hold him, cherish him, whisper words of love and lust into his ear as they lay naked in bed together, holding each other, rubbing against one another, simply being part of each other?

 

Doubt was strong in Shiro. Doubt kept his self-confidence low, kept him from being himself around his peers, forced him to find solace and refuge in the virtual world. But hope was strong in him too. Trust was strong in him. It was why he had kept all those people around him. It was why he didn’t break away from them, even knowing they cared little about him. It was the hope that one day one of them would love him. Just one. All he needed was one.

 

And he got his one. His precious Lorde. And it was this hopeful part of him that completely believed the sweet words that flowed from his lover’s mouth. “I’ll love the sleeping you too.”

 

“Oh Lorde….”

 

Their kiss held all of the love and passion they felt for one another; it was strong, and beautiful, and caring, and loving, and electrifying, and nectarous… Everything he felt for the Spriggan flowed out of him and poured into Lorde, just as the other man’s love flowed into Celestite, suffocating him, wrapping around his heart as tightly as possible and squeezing the very life out of him. It was this love that took complete control of Celestite’s body, willing him to sit up, his eyes lidded and cloudy with lust as he stared down at his lover. His hips moved on their own, bouncing and grinding against Lorde’s heavy and very full cock. Once again his mouth opened to release his pretty song as his heart and mind were completely taken over by Lorde’s dominant, powerful, yet tender aura.

 

His still sensitive body devoured everything Lorde offered; his body twitched and tossed about, and eventually the force of Lorde’s rough pounding caused him to collapse atop the man’s strong body, his small hands immediately working to feel and touch along those perfect abs and muscular chest, as if he were searching for gold.

 

How long they did this for, Celestite had no idea. His body bouncing, squeezing the perfect cock inside of him, Lorde thrusting upwards into him like he was trying to stab every organ he could get to. Their voices rang together as they danced along, and eventually reached a matching and perfect pitch as they came, Lorde filling Celestite once again with his savory cum. How could he explain how much he loved the feeling Lorde’s seed spilling inside of him? How could he explain how he loved feeling so wet inside, knowing the slickness of his walls made Lorde’s hard thrusts all the more fluid? To be filled with his lover… It was erotic, sensual, pleasing, and loving for Celestite. And frankly he didn’t care whether he came inside of him or released himself all over his naked body so long as he had that slick, sticky cum.

 

“L-Lorde….” Celestite stuttered out, initially in a pleasing way, then in a whiny, desperate manner. For just a brief second his body felt empty, void of the thick girth that had filled him only seconds before. He could feel his mind being driven mad, this not because of the intense ecstasy and delectable cock that filled him, but the lack of it. Thankfully, Lorde rectified the issue just as quickly as it had occurred, tossing Celestite’s light, nimble body beneath him. The master smith’s legs spread wide as he stared into the predatory eyes of his lover. This must have been the look a lion gave to an antelope before it tore it pieces and devoured it.

 

Although unlike the antelope, Celestite could look into those eyes and know he had control over the man who possessed them. All he had to do was ask, and Lorde would destroy every person in this game. He knew that Lorde would do anything for him, and the feeling was mutual. If Lorde asked it of him, Celestite would throw himself into the fires that burned in his former forgery.

 

This was love. This beautiful, deadly, sacrificial, overwhelming, and sincere feeling was love.

 

A loud cry escaped him when he was rammed into by his lover’s choice of weapon. What an expert he was with said weapon…. To use it so cleverly, so strongly, so powerfully. To make Celestite scream the way he did, beg for the power, pain, and pleasure this weapon brought to him. For it to cause Celestite to demand it inside of him as much as possible, at all times--oh if only that could truly happen--to destroy him every day, every minute, every hour…. Lorde used his body to ascertain his domination over the master smith, and made the little fairy need him the same way he needed air and water to live.

 

And there was still more to be had. Once again, Lorde fed himself to Celestite’s starving hole, easily flipping the light fairy onto his knees. The Spriggan’s instructions were clear and Celestite followed them exactly; his reward left him screaming, calling his lover’s name as he listened to the delicious words that flowed from the other’s mouth.

 

It was funny that Lorde mentioned that… Celestite felt that he couldn’t even feel any pleasure from masturbation anymore. Now that he had been with Lorde, felt his large cock inside of him, filling him to the brim, there was nothing more satisfying. Would it even be worth it for Lorde to watch him mastubate? The show would probably be a boring one, something far less entertaining than what the two of them could produce together. Then again if Lorde were watching, Celestite would probably want to create something great for him, make him cum without the two of them even touching once….

 

“Buy me a toy,” Celestite breathed out, a wide smile forming on his face. Before he could even go any farther he heard his darling talk about filling him all over again. By now Celestite was spilling at the seams with Lorde’s cum, but he would never refuse more. No, he wanted it so desperately, so badly he could scream.

 

“Mhm. Mhm, yes. Yes, I imagine it. I want you to cum inside of me. All over me. Please, Lorde. Please, my darling. Cum inside of me!” Celestite bit down on the soft, dark blanket as he was rammed into, Lorde’s shoving in and out of him harder and faster than Celestite even thought he could handle. And then he felt it… The wonderful feeling of being filled until his body was overflowing with Lorde’s tasty cum. His body continued to accept Lorde as his hips snapped and pushed harder and deeper into the small fairy, all the while driving the Leprechaun more and more crazy as his own orgasm rose to the surface.

 

“Yes!” He cried as his own seed spilled onto the sheets under him, and his body spasmed and swallowed Lorde even more. “Yes, yes, yes… Yes, Lorde. I’m your slut; I’m your little slut. I always want you and your cum. Please, fill me. Please, fill your slut. Please, please, please….” His words slowly dwindled to soft whispers then nothing as Celestite’s body fell to side with Lorde’s accompanying it.

 

The two lay there, happy and content. Celestite’s mind wandered from one thought to the other, how he would ask to be fucked in both his mouth and his little hole the next time they did this, how this particular session drove him so wild he couldn’t even begin to describe it, how warm Lorde’s body felt against his, and how nice it was for his nipples to be played with so gently and tenderly.

 

His eyes were hazy and his mind could only just barely register the things Lorde said, but he managed to catch it. With a miniscule nod and soft whisper of, “okay,” Celestite allowed his body to relax in his lover’s arms while his mind wandered from thing to another, though he remembered none of it once he woke from his half-asleep state.

 

******

[5:40 PM, Underground Tunnel Beneath Lorde's Treehouse]

 

If it wasn’t for the fact that his wings didn’t get tired in the same way his body did, Celestite doubt he would have made it as far as he did. They carried him along, slowly but efficiently as Lorde led the way along the colorful path. Celestite tightly gripped the other’s hand as he floated behind him, admiring the pretty, glowing crystals that he couldn’t help but wonder if they could be used in forging. They seemed sturdy enough, but if their properties weren’t aligned correctly, they simply couldn’t be used in the making of a weapon.

 

These thoughts and more--such as what this present could possibly be--ran through the small fairy’s mind. The soreness in his body slowly dwindled to a dull throb, something that could possibly be taken care of with an easy massage. Though when they finally hit a destination--more like a plain, simple wall--his curiosity distracted him from the slight pain as he listened to Lorde, tilting his head as something sparkled in the palm of those calloused hands.

 

“E-Excal… No way.” Celestite’s eyes grew wide, though they almost instantaneously narrowed in suspicion. Not that he didn’t believe his boyfriend, but the weapon fanatic could sense something amiss. He was about to grab the sword right out of Lorde’s hand and use his appraisal skill on it when the other burst out laughing.

 

“Ugh. You’re so cruel to me.” Celestite initially waved off his lover, though Lorde’s words began to catch his attention once again. This time Celestite’s eyes grew wide and stayed that way as he listened to the other’s story.

 

“What do you mean you defeated King Arthur? I didn’t even know he was a boss in this game.” Lorde not only had a way of driving Celestite insane with his expert love-making, he also had a way of making him think a mile a minute with the mysterious things he said. His explanation was clear enough, and yet Celestite didn’t know how to make heads or tails of it.

 

But it would all become clear soon.

 

"You abandoned your shop for me. You gave up your one and only means of creating weapons just for me. Let me repay that by giving you a new one."

 

He would do it again. If he had to repeat his meeting with Lorde, he would change absolutely nothing. He would leave his shop again, abandon his forge again, level up his stats and abilities all over again, and do it all for his darling. But… For Lorde to actually give him a replacement forge?. He had been joking when he first arrived at Lorde’s beautiful treehouse, asking where he was supposed to make weapons now. It was a concern… A weaponsmith without a forge was… Nothing. But to think Lorde had thought about it. To think he was concerned where this master smith would continue his trade….

 

It touched Celestite’s heart.

 

And when the small fairy was dragged onto the teleporter, clinging tightly to the larger male, he could hardly believe the words that were spoken to him.

 

"Here is your present. Welcome to Azgard Forge."

 

It wasn’t supposed to exist. It was just supposed to be a joke. A temptation. Something to keep the players entertained. This place… It wasn’t supposed to be real.

 

And yet here they were.

 

Azgard Forge.

 

Celestite floated a bit ahead of Lorde, looking around the large forge with his mouth wide open and a hand pressed against his heavy, pounding heart. His eyes scaled everything from the massive, high ceiling, to the intricate and decorated walls, to the perfect layout of the floor, and all of the instruments, utensils, and equipment that this place had stationed for perfect forging.

 

And it was all his. All of this… This that had once belonged to King Arthur, taken by Lorde, and now given to Celestite, the true master smith of Alfheim. It was all his.

 

But he needed to ask.

 

He slowly turned around, eyes brimming with tears, his heart forcing itself out of his chest, his wings fluttering faster and faster as excitement grew inside of him.

 

“This… This is really mine? The… The Azgard Forge? This is all mine?”

 

The confident nod and smile his lover gave him was all he needed. Tears of joy burst from his eyes and he shined the brightest, biggest smile he ever had as his hoarse voice cried out happily and his ecstatic wings took him to the highest point of the vaulted ceiling. The ceilings reminded him of cathedrals, designed and decorated with Norse symbols and runes that glowed a beautiful and bright aquamarine. He went along examining them, floating horizontally as he floated along the darkened, almost black, wooden ceiling towards the dome in the middle. Though once he got there he smiled at the surprise that met him.

 

It wasn’t a dome at all. The deception was brilliant; from the right angle on the ground, and apparently from certain angles while flying, the supposed “dome,” that was encrusted in worn silver and darkened gold crisscrossing over each other in intricate designs, was actually a flat piece of ceiling protruding downward like a column to the bottom of the wooden beams that stretched across the length of the ceiling. Roots were weaved through it, creating their very own designs to add to the Norse ones.

 

“This is amazing. This is amazing….” Celestite’s eyes glowed like stars as he let himself free fall, simply taking in the sights around him. Before hitting the ground, he quickly flew back, flying right to Lorde and planting a hard kiss on his perfectly formed lips.

 

“Remind me to suck your dick for the rest of eternity for this.” With a lick to those lips he loved so much, Celestite settled his feet on the ground, spinning as he stared at the dome, then eventually running towards wherever his feet took him, though in his excitement he didn’t even realize his feet weren’t touching the ground and his wings were taking him wherever they wanted.

 

Long, slender fingers ran across the dark, stone walls, following along dimly glowing gold letters. The words came and went, and he could only just make out instructions of what he assumed were weapons and armor. It reminded him of the scribbles he had marked all over Lorde’s walls, but this was real. These weapons… Whatever they were had to have been possible to make. And Celestite would be the one to make them.

 

Without paying much attention to where he was going, Celestite flew to another wall, tilting his head curiously at the four sets of horseshoes that were hanging on wooden pikes protruding from the wall. They beckoned him, and he spent a few moments staring at them; one set of gold, one of dark, blood red, one of tarnished silver, and one of pure black. Perhaps the horses he had drawn on Lorde’s walls wouldn’t be so impossible. And then, when golden words flashed along the wall behind the horseshoes, Celestite smirked. Now he was sure he could give his lover not only weapons and armor, but the mounts that he deserved too.

 

“Lorde!” The word came out high and happy as Celestite flew towards iron shelves, decorated not only in the same runes that were on the ceiling, but also covered in tools for the master smith’s trade. Tongs, hammers, bellows, axes, chisels, auger bits, and more covered the shelves, and the first thing Celestite could think of was destroying the weapons he held in his inventory, the ones he had brought with him from his home, in order to make even better weapons for his lover.

 

Wooden, stone, and iron tables were placed strategically along the floor, some already covered in supplies. The iron furnace was larger than he could have imagined, burning with a blinding, bright fire of reds, oranges, blues, and greens. It could go on forever, Celestite was sure of it, and it probably had. Across from it, a few feet away, was an anvil with a hammer, ready to go for it’s smith to begin creating and building.

 

“Lorde….” This time, the warrior’s name was whispered as Celestite settled back on the stone ground, glowing words appearing for a brief moment where his feet touched. “Lorde, this is… This is incredible. I’m dreaming right now; I have to be dreaming.” His hand ran along the whetstone wheel, and before he continued he quickly took a random sword from his inventory and sharpened it on the wheel, a giddy laugh escaping him at the sound of cutting metal and the sight of beautiful orange sparks.

 

“I can’t believe this is happening. This forge… This place, Lorde,” Celestite motioned around, gazing again at the shining walls, the intricate ceilings, and the wonderful tools set in place for him. “This place is not meant to forge weapons for the masses. This place, this extraordinary forge, is made for one master smith, and one person to receive his weapons.” Celestite, standing a few feet away from Lorde, couldn’t stop smiling as more tears fell delicately down his pale cheeks. “This place can elevate me to a true master smith. And I am here to be a servant to my Lorde, to create weapons and armor for you to become a god.”

 

The small fairy extended his hand to his lover, letting his play on words flow over both of them before moving to kiss Lorde slowly, deeply, and passionately. Never did he think that meeting Lorde would change his life so drastically. Never did he think he would abandon his shop, never did he think he would give up making weapons for the players of Alfheim, never did he think he would fall in love, or that he would do anything to make this person in his arms as happy as possible. Never did he think he would ever have the opportunity to truly become a master smith, the best in all of Alfheim.

 

But it happened. It happened and he, Shiro, had never been happier.

 

Celestite’s little feet left the ground, floating above him so he was directly vertical with Lorde as their deep, strong kiss slowly dwindled.

 

“You’re like the chosen one, you know?” Celestite whispered. “You defeated King Arthur all on your own. You found this forgery and kept it in your possession. And now you have a master smith in your possession to finally make use of it.”

 

Then those loving eyes burned with a fire that ran deeper than Celestite--Shiro--had ever felt. “So let’s make use of it.”

 

With a laugh that echoed through the entire forge. The more he flew, the brighter the golden words on the walls and floors glowed and the longer they remained in sight, as was the case with the aquamarine runes.

 

His wings beat quickly, the gears turning loudly, and the other devices inside of them clicking and humming, fighting against the noise of the blazing fire in the furnace.

 

“Where do I even start!” Celestite cried happily, dropping his entire inventory of weapons, minus Elestial, in an unoccupied corner. Soon he would break down each and every one of those weapons to use their materials to make the best weapons for Lorde.

 

“Lorde! You have to tell me about your metamorphosis!” He called as he examined the hammers and tongs, not focusing on where his lover was now. “Oh! Oh! I know where to start!”

 

Measurements.

 

He laughed as he shook his hips while walking to the middle of the room, removing his special tape measure from his inventory. It appeared in a pop of polygons around his neck, where he lifted the end of it to his lips to give it a light kiss. The tape measure had no numbers on it, and was awash in gradient colors from white to pink to red to purple to blue, green, orange, and so many more. The numbers themselves, once the tape measured something, appeared to Celestite where he could record it wherever he pleased.

 

“Oh Lorde, my Lorde~” Celestite sang, turning around with a flick of his hip to see his lover behind him. “There you are~” The small fairy floated to him, wrapping the tape measure around the Spriggan’s waist to pull the two flush together. The light outfit the Leprechaun had put on, a simple robe meant for a wizard but with two slits on the outer side of each leg (easy access for Lorde, naturally), made it easy for the fairy to feel as much of Lorde as possible.

 

“I love you,” Celestite spoke against the other’s lips, pulling the tape measure tighter so there was absolutely no space between them. “And this place will be used to make me the greatest smith, and you the greatest warrior Alfheim has ever known.

 

I promise.”