C.M.D: I am terrible. I confess this here and now. Once again, I have started another fanfic, while still having at least 9 more that need updates. But I can't help it.... Anyways, this story came into life after reading Ree Soesbee's trilogy, part of a new series of DragonLance books written for a children-based audience. I didn't even realize it was part of the DragonLance world until I was reading it, and they mentioned Raistlin. Despite it being a cleaner, more condensed version of the original DragonLance series.... it's not half bad. No, really. Moving on.... yet again, here is another fanfic. If you haven't read the DragonLance books, don't worry about it. You don't really need to know the story, to read the fanfic. I hope that you enjoy this thoroughly all the same!

PROLOGUE

Nagato was a simple elf. He was slightly shorter than the average 5 foot of other elves, and lithe and graceful weren't really part of his vocabulary. More like scraggly and clumsy to a fault. His eyes were a warm copper colour, and usually glued to the floor out of cowardice. His hair was a dandelion puff of orange hair, wound together in two braids at the base of his scalp that fell down to his waist. The elf certainly wasn't one to get tangled up in something as difficult and demanding as love, and yet he was knee-deep in the rosy emotion.

Nagato didn't understand when it started, and maybe it was better that he didn't anyhow. He couldn't be sure he would like the reason. Though a small, ugly part of him would point out that it perhaps had to do with him being a Kagonesti orphan with no similiar traits to the powerful, wild brethren that he hailed from. After all, none of the few girls he ever showed interest in ever reciprocated even a fraction of those feelings.

He was not their ideal man. He was too weak, clumsy and shy. At best, he could be described as cute and sweet. But girls didn't really go for the little brother types (as he had once been told he was a prime example of), and so, love for Nagato was a sad, rewardless effort.

Indeed the elf rather preferred to spend his time in the library, reading through the numerous texts and learning magic from his Master. And when the day was done, there wasn't a greater joy than to return home -his master and himself- and eat dinner by the fire while discussing another set of unique hieroglyphics long before their time and almost forgotten in the changes of Krynn. Nagato would firmly shake his head, and deny with every fibre of his being that it was those moments that had made him what he was. He viewed his master like a father and a brother, and he certainly couldn't have held any of those strange feelings to the older man.

Yet here he was, a strange anomaly, with deep, passionate feelings toward a certain Silvanesti elf.

The Red Robe remembered still the first day that he had seen Loreddion (this being before the time he had actually earned his red robes). Loreddion, like many other people, came to Palanthas searching for a master and a trainer, on his path to become a wizard. Everyone had their own reasons for choosing wizadry, but with Loreddion it was power.

The silverette, only a few years older than Nagato, came alone to Palanthas, a teenager of appearingly fourteen years of age. He stood outside of Shoikan Grove, head turned up to the dark Tower of High Sorcery. Once upon a time, the tower had been the home and gathering point of many wizards, but then it had been cursed by the power of one suicidal Wizard and forever it was unapproachable by anyone. When Raistlin became Master of Past and Present, the tower was claimed by him, and noone else, save his own apprentice, had entered since.

Nagato himself had been told many times by his master to stay away from the Tower, especially Shoikan Grove. Many unspeakable things were said to happen in the garden surrounding the tower, not to mention the haze of evil that seeped from the dark recesses of the trees.

Still, where others usually avoided the paths out front and near the Tower, Nagato was known to run down them from time to time. They provided a fast, safe journey for him if he was ever in a rush. And he always made sure to never stray too close to the Tower's gates.

It was on that fateful day, that the Kagonesti was on his way to the Hall of Three Moons. His master was attending a meeting there, but had left behind some of his tomes at home. Nagato had taken it upon himself to take them to his master at the Conclave. At the same time, he was hoping to spend the rest of his day in the Hall's library.

There was nothing that the young preteen loved better than the hum of magic and knowledge permeating through soft, feathery paper. Ink etched rich and deep, looping and swirling across the white and yellowing pages of aging books. The smell of time and care, a faint musical of scratching pens that poured out the writer's very soul and essence; keeping it contained forever within a hard, worn leather binding.

Eager to get the books to his master in time, and to be sitting in one of the library's plump chairs by the fireplace, Nagato ran down the empty road. As the very peak of the tower came into sight, the elf slowed from a run into a light jog, veering widely to the left. He took extra precautions to make sure that he never strayed too close to the Tower's entrance. He rounded a corner, and now the Tower of High Sorcery was rising high into the sky, a great black spike amidst a garden of even blacker branches beyond the iron fence. It reminded him of a savage beast held within a cage. Nagato swallowed sharply, as his quick steps took him closer and closer to the Tower.

The Kagonesti orphan stopped though, upon rounding another bend in the road. Standing before the gate that led into Shoikan Grove was a teenager, no older than himself by the looks of things. Standing on the farthest side of the path, away from the Tower, Nagato could only see the other person's back. Apparently, the other person wasn't aware of the elf's presence.

Surrounding cities and villages knew of the rumours of the High Tower of Sorcery, but it was common that the people living farther than that didn't know of the events that had taken place. Wanna-be wizards were usually informed by the time they reached Palanthas' walls that they should head to the Hall of Three Moons for their apprenticeship. Still, some managed to make it all the way to the High Tower without hearing any of the news.

It seemed this person was one of those few who hadn't heard the news. Hesitantly, Nagato looked from the stranger to the path ahead of him, wanting to stop the person before they came to any harm but unsure if he could approach them.

Slowly, the Kagonesti walked to the young teenager. The person didn't even turn around. As his fearful, shuffling steps took him closer to the stranger, Nagato found himself studying the person. If the teenager was coming to be a wizard then for certain the red-haired preteen would see him around the Conclave. Maybe they could be friends.... the elf didn't have very many.

The teenager had silver hair that fell down past his shoulders, the strands slightly tangled and clumped at the bottom. This person must of traveled far, Nagato noted. Even the tunic and trousers that the person was wearing were ragged around the edges, worn down and darkened from travel. Now standing behind the stranger, the elf noticed a pair of pointed ears poking out from the mane of silver hair. Another elf?

"E-excuse me?," Nagato called, stumbling over his words slightly. "Y-you don't want to go in there. It's very dangerous. You're looking to be a wizard, right? The Tower's been closed since the Master of Past and Present, but you can still take your apprenticeship at the Hall of Three Moons. I'll be glad to help you get there."

It was funny to think that he had been so afraid that he wouldn't be able to get all the words out, that he'd choke before even starting. But once he began talking, the words just started coming, strong and clear. The Kagonesti was smiling, proud that he hadn't gotten flustered in front of this new person, and happy to be able to help out a would-be friend. After all, they were both elves. It should be easy to hit things off, especially if they were both alone.

Finally having caught the teenager's attention, the stranger turned around and faced the younger elf. Nagato found himself being cut into by the male's hard glare, a snarl starting to form on pale lips. "And who said that I needed your help?," the stranger growled.

Nagato flinched, lifting his master's books before him like a shield. Over the top of one blue leather-bound book, the red-haired boy caught a sneer beginning to spread across the other's lips. The teenager's dark, haunted eyes were looking down upon him in mockery. It was a look he got often from the others: the wizards, the local boys, the girls he liked. Unable to take it, the Kagonesti ran away from the older elf, tears running along the seams of his closed eyes. He ran until he couldn't run anymore, his sobs racking his chest and making it hard to breathe. He never wanted to see the silver-haired elf again.

Unfortunately, the redhead's wish would go unanswered, because not long after that Loreddion (as he later learned his name was from his master) became an apprentice and could be seen around the Conclave often enough. It made it difficult for Nagato to go to the Hall library, and for the first month after Loreddion had come to Paladine, the Kagonesti had refused to go to the Hall of Three Moons at all. Many times, in the very few and rare moments that Nagato ever ran into Loreddion (and he tried his very hardest to avoid the Silvanesti elf at all costs. The memory of their first meeting still stung) the older boy had looked down upon him condescendingly, either with words or simple actions. And each time after that, Nagato felt worse than he usually did, and he would hurry to the library and hide among the looming stacks and cry.

Why then had he fallen in love with Loreddion?

"Hey.... is it working?"

Nagato frowned, hearing Koi's whisper-which-really-wasn't-a-whisper in the background, followed by a stern hushing from her peers, a thump, and an angry hiss. In his mind's eye, he could picture the scene happening behind him. Nearra and Jirah politely hushing their Kender friend, while Loreddion administered the bop to the head. All this extra noise was distracting and he feared he wouldn't be able to perform his divination spell properly. The circle of magic around him fluxuated, a hazy stream of images coming through.

"Oi, how about changing the channel? The reception's lousy," that would be Loreddion, insulting him as usual.

The skin on the back of his neck began to tingle, and the Kagonesti was certain it was as red as the robes he wore. Why had Loreddion decided to attend the divination? The Black Robe hadn't shown much care or respect to Nagato's own sect of magic, believing his necromancy to be far superior than any spells the Red Robe ever used. Plus....

Nagato had to stop that train of thought, feeling the magic of his divination circle peak sharply. He didn't need another incident of the spell blowing up in his face like last time when they had been on the search for the Four Pillars.

Their quest.... Many things had changed between Loreddion and Nagato since they were sent on that journey with Nearra, Jirah and Koi. The disastrous relationships between the two elves had become complicated, more than they already were, and even with his wealth of wisdom, Nagato couldn't be sure he could actually fix things so that he and the Silvanesti were back on a level that he understood. The Red Robe didn't like this confusion.

"Nagato, are you sure you wouldn't like some assistance?"

Nearra's question cut through his thoughts, piercing into his pride. The Kagonesti clenched his jaw, struggling to keep his fingers from curling into a fist. Nagato understood that his magic was lesser than that of Nearra's and Loreddion's, but he still had years of practice and experience, and divination was his area of expertise. Couldn't any of them believe in his ability....? The Red Robe was glad that his friends were seated behind him. He would not want them to see the ugly grimace he was sporting. But maybe Nearra was right in offering her help, because as the elf turned his thoughts back to the divination, he realized that his rampant thoughts had left his magic to twirl and pulse, throwing the spell out of loop. What a mess....

Trying to clear his thoughts, Nagato pushed to bring the spell back to life and search for Sindri Suncatcher, Koi's betrothed. The magic flared, peaking erratically, and then died almost immediately after with a wet fizzing sound. He had failed, just like Nearra had expected, and just like he knew he would have. He had to blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay.

"Hey, what happened? It just fizzed out," Koi complained. The Kender was pouting in disappointment.

"It was pretty... dazzling," Nearra commented, rising to her feet. After her Test of High Sorcery, Nearra's entire flesh had become a rich, gold colour, like the metal skin of her hands; her hair turning from sunny blonde to a beautiful champagne shade. Dressed in her white robes, Nearra looked almost like an exotic goddess, not a wizard.

"I would of preferred an explosion," Koi huffed. "Like last time."

Jirah, sitting beside the Kender, smiled wryly. She fingered the gold medallion around her neck, the symbol of her God. When Jirah had picked up the medallion in an abandoned temple during their quest, terrifying thoughts of what being might have chosen the girl as their priestess plagued not only Jirah, but a couple members of their entourage as well. Doubt, fear and hope tormented Jirah constantly. The girl, having once had magic like Nearra but had given it up to save her sister, only wished to find her place in the world. Evil or Good, the black haired teenager had stressed over what kind of God she served, and if she had really offered herself to an evil being like most other people had believed.

It was only when they had reached the end of their journey, did Jirah finally meet face to face the God of her medallion. Sirrion, the Firemaster, the alchemist and the pheonix of creation, was a God of neutrality. Jirah was put to peace, and she felt ever more connected to Sirrion, having experienced what it was like to be under the presumptions of serving both an evil and a good God. The raven was happier and more confident these days, though that probably had more to do with her boyfriend the Zeboim follower, Rhydain.

"I think Nagato's happier without the head trauma," Jirah said. She turned to face the Kagonesti, who was slowly rising to his feet. "Was it interference again?"

The last time Nagato had done a divination for the group, had been when they had found Quinneth lying in a bed in Paladine's temple. Quinneth, a human man married to the Dimernesti elf Queen, told them of being attacked and his wife kidnapped. He, himself, had been dumped on Palanthas' shores. At the time, a series of never-ending storms were hitting Palanthas and the surrounding areas. The storm was causing great flooding, and many crops and houses were being destroyed in the process.

When Nagato had attempted to perform a divination to see who had rescued Quinneth from sure death and to locate Daehna, the Dimernesti Queen, the magic had erupted in his face. Another wizard had been at work, interfering with the Red Robe's own divination and sending the magic spiraling out of control. He had barely cut the spell off in time. The resulting effect was that Nagato was knocked out for a few minutes, and everyone else was given a lungful of wood smoke to choke on.

This time, the Kagonesti was divining for Sindri Suncatcher, the Purple Wizard. The only Kender in history to use magic, and actually have the licensing of a wizard. It wouldn't be false to say that Sindri's own magic would interfere with Nagato's divination. If he had been able to focus like he should have been doing (it was the number one rule to magic. Never lose focus!) then he might have eventually run into a protective charm to prevent divinations. Or, if he was really unlucky, he might get blasted with another counter attack spell. Ashamed with himself, but unable to admit that he had failed due to his own mistakes, Nagato nodded his head heavily. Jirah nodded her own head in acknowledgment, not even sensing the elf's lie. Nearra and Koi also accepted it without dispute. Nagato just wanted to run out of the room, and hide under a rock.

"Sindri must be very powerful. I would like to meet him," Nearra said. The blonde looked pointedly at Koi. A plan in the works, Nearra and Jirah were trying to get Koi to see the bright side of her arranged marriage. The Kender had heard none of the rumours of Sindri, and did not know of his capabilities. Everyone was certain though that Koi would find her husband-to-be quite remarkable once she learned more about him. It was Nearra's hope that this search would keep Koi out of further danger. The Kender was a magnet for trouble.

"Hmmm....," the Kender conceded. "I guess he must really be an interesting guy. Maybe we'll run into him?" Koi seemed actually interested in her fiance, if her ever growing feral grin was anything to go by. It quickly fell when the Kender's stomach let out a growl.

Nearra chuckled softly. "Come on," Jirah urged, "let's go get something to eat. It's almost dinner and I haven't eaten since midday."

They all started filing towards the door, Loreddion taking the lead and exiting out of the library silently. Jirah and Koi exited next, side by side, discussing which dishes they would order for dinner. Nearra stopped at the doorway, turning back and looking at Nagato, who had yet to move from his spot.

"Is everything alright, Nagato?," she asked. Her tone was genuinely concerned. Perhaps she had picked up on the Red Robe's unusual silence.

Nagato looked at her, forcing a bright smile to his face. "I'm fine," he answered. "I'm just going to clean up. I don't want to leave a divination circle on the library's impeccable floors."

"Would you like my help?" Nearra started to walked back in the room, but Nagato stepped up to meet her, turning her around and steering her out of the door.

"No, it's alright. I can do it by myself. You just go and get yourself some dinner, and I'll come join you soon enough," he told her.

The blonde bit her lip, looking at him with her worried eyes, before conceding and taking a step away from the library with a sigh. "We'll be at the inn, so come meet up with us later. Okay?"

The Kagonesti nodded his head, waving the female wizard off. He watched until she had rounded the corner, before returning to the library. Making sure he was all alone, he locked the door, and true to what he had told Nearra, Nagato cleaned up the mess made during his attempted divination. When he finished, he sunk into one of the plump chairs before the library's fireplace, and cried silently.

For a while he was alone, until someone came knocking at the door. It wasn't even a knock really, a couple thuds against the door, before the library's wooden doors were flung open with a crack; the lock having proved useless. Nagato, having jumped in his seat, was quickly up and running down the hall of shelves before the person had even entered the room. His hearing picked up the sound of the door being shut, a lock turning back in place. The tears on his cheek had already dried, leaving the skin slightly tacky, but the Kagonesti could already feel a fresh lining of tears spring to his eyes.

He should of known better. Locking himself up in a room like the library, when he was alone. Loreddion had been much too quiet when he had left, and it was obvious as to why now. Nagato tried to slow his steps, silence them, but he felt panic rising and wanted to get away. He cut this way and that, taking twists and turns and running deeper into the maze of bookshelves. And behind him, he could hear the calm footsteps echoing closer.

Suddenly, Nagato ran into a dead end. "No....no!," the redhead cried, pounding his weak fists against the shelves. The footsteps echoed loudly, closer and closer, until they stopped. The elf felt his heart stop in his chest, and his eyes burned hotter. Slowly, he turned around, looking up only for a second before burying his face in his hands.

"Leave me alone," he whimpered between his fingers.

"You lied." Loreddion's voice seemed loud in the silence of the library. Nagato flinched, pressing up against the wall. He did not answer.

The Silvanesti walked forward, slowly, with long expanses of time between each step. Nagato thought he was going to lose his mind. And suddenly, the older elf was there in front of him, his arms caging the smaller male in his spot. "You lied," Loreddion repeated.

"What do you care!," Nagato shouted. He kept his hands on his face, afraid to remove them now. He could feel the Black Robe's anger, and it made him weak in the knees. He just wanted to crumple into a ball, and roll away somewhere safe. But nothing had seemed safe in a while.

Loreddion's long fingers were twining around his fingers, prying his hands away from his face. The Kagonesti struggled to hold them in place, but Loreddion was much stronger than he was, and his hands were pulled away easily. Nagato closed his eyes and kept them clenched shut. If he could not protect his face, then he would shut his eyes. That way he wouldn't have to see what was happening, what would happen. He wouldn't have to look into Loreddion's face. The necromancer's grip on his wrists hurt, but Nagato said nothing, keeping his head down and his eyes shut still. He could feel the Silvanesti's breath on his face, and his heart pounded wildly, wondering when the other elf would make his move. He was shaking, he knew it, but he'd done more than tremble like a leaf in the past, so he didn't care.

The silence continued to stretch on, and Nagato, almost for a second believed that Loreddion would leave him be this time.

But then the Black Robe released one of his wrists, yanking down the collar of his robes. His robes were, and always had been a little big on him, so when Loreddion pulled at the neck of it, his robes showed a wide expanse of shoulder and neck. Nagato held in a sob, knowing what was to come next. He wouldn't be left alone tonight.

Loreddion slammed him against the wall, attacking the smaller elf's creamy neck, biting and sucking at the column, moving down to the juncture between shoulder and neck. Nagato's sobs deteriorated into breathless little moans, weak arms trying to push against the bigger man. Loreddion didn't even bother to restrain the flailing limbs, knowing full well that Nagato would be unable to push him off.

Instead, the Black Robes hands had begun tugging at the bottom of the Kagonesti's red robes, lifting them high enough so that he could get his hands underneath the hem. Nagato squeaked in shock as the cold fingers ran along his inner thighs, pinching at the sensitive flesh. One hand slid back down to his knee, hooking under the joint and pulling his leg up until it was wrapped around the Silvanesti's waist. In the mean time, Loreddion's other hand was wrapping around Nagato's cock, jerking the member to life. Nagato moaned at the contact, involuntaringly trying to arch a little closer into the hand. A sharp bite to his collar bone had him whimpering, retreating and pressing further into the wall, as if he could sink through the wood and brick and escape this punishment.

"Please....no....ah, stop....."

Loreddion stopped pumping him, his thumb running down the bottom of the other's shaft, right down between the two sacs. Then the Black Robe's hand was down there, palming Nagato's balls, rolling and bouncing them between his fingers. Nagato cried at the touch, his whole face cherry red. Loreddion's touch was starting to drive him mad, and he didn't think he could handle it anymore. His cock, rubbing against the extra folds of his robe, stood rigid and dribbling precum. He was close....

Loreddion stopped attacking his neck, making his head level with Nagato's and staring straight into the other elf's golden eyes. The Red Robe keened at the piercing gaze, feeling the hand that was playing with his sacs move, stroking along his perineum; a finger circling his ass hole.

"You lied," Loreddion repeated his earlier statement. The deep baritone was like liquid fire, covering the Kagonesti and making him feel hotter and hotter with each spoken word. He was going to melt soon, if he didn't explode first. The Silvanesti's index finger had yet to retreat from his entrance, finger pad tracing and pushing against the pink pucker.

Nagato closed his eyes, shaking his head wildly. He didn't want to listen to the other elf's words, didn't want those big hands touching him like they were. But Loreddion showed no signs of stopping, and the redhead cried out as the prodding finger slipped inside of his hole, wiggling inside of him.

"There was no interference." Loreddion punctuated the statement by pushing closer to the smaller body. His other hand crawled from kneecap to hip like a spider, dipping under the red robes and sliding up Nagato's slick chest. Fingers splayed out and pressed along the ridges of each rib, over his breast, before curling around one perk nipple.

Another series of moans slipped past the Kagonesti's trembling lips, his body quivering from the frenzied attention put toward his nipple; the nub being twisted and pulled, rolled between thumb and forefinger.

"No other magic got in the way of your spell." A second finger joined the first, and together the two of them snaked along inside of his passage, stroking the inner walls. Nagato gasped, feeling Loreddion's abuse to his nipple get harsher as he fingered the smaller elf. The entire situation was sending a wave of pleasure running through the Red Robe's being.

"What was the problem, then? Couldn't focus?"

A third finger pushed past the ring of muscles, being sucked in with a small pop. His insides spasmed at the intrusion, the muscles clamping down even as the digits began a rough thrust. Nagato felt his hips lift, rocking into the fingers, feeling them continue their pushing and prodding. Still searching, for they weren't there, not yet.... Closer, closer; they needed to be much closer. His cock was nearly vertical now. The heat was suffocating, overwhelming him, smothering him; but the cold air surrounded his exposed member. It weeped for attention, head dark red and waiting. When was Loreddion going to move? Loreddion leaned closer and the black fabric of his robes danced across the tip teasingly, making the Kagonesti whimper in the back of his throat.

"P-please....."

A tongue ran across his jaw, running up his cheek and around the underside of his ear. A nibbling of teeth at his lobe, that deep, hot voice speaking directly into his ear. "Should I help you focus?," the Silvanesti sneered.

Nagato felt his eyes open in shock as the fingers withdrew, finding himself staring into Loreddion's smirking face. The older elf pressed him tightly against the wall, his other leg being pulled out from underneath and hooked around the Black Robe's waist with his first limb. Gravity began its pull, but was stopped just as suddenly as it had started.

Nagato screamed. In the same motion that Loreddion had used to move his leg, the Silvanesti had impaled himself into the redhead, burying his own dick all the way up to the hilt. The intrusion was sudden, but Nagato's body swallowed up the other man easily, directing him immediately to the elf's prostate. Hiccuping, the Kagonesti leaned his head forward, burying his face into the necromancer's shoulder.

He was given no time to recover from the assault to his prostate though, Loreddion's hips already moving. The Silvanesti's pelvis slammed against his own, member pulling and pushing inside with a constant wet smack that was getting louder and faster the more Loreddion went on. Nagato grabbed at the other elf's shoulders, clawing at them to keep purchase as the world began to shift on him.

A growl, and the silver-haired elf was pushing him even closer to the wall, until there was no available space between their bodies. Nagato's balls and member were stimulated as they rubbed across Loreddion's tight abs. The Kagonesti cried out, the Silvanesti's hands groping his ass cheeks. The long fingers pried the globes further apart, deepening the thrusts, the pace picking up. Loreddion's face was back in the crook of his neck, hot mouth huffing against his collarbone, teeth drawing sensitive lines along the skin.

"....ca-can't.... p-please....."

Nagato begged and pleaded with the Silvanesti, trying to wrap his arms fully around the broad shoulders. A gutteral sound, and Loreddion shifted, striking his prostate again. The Kagonesti shrieked at the contact, feeling the other elf pull back and ram the bundle again, elliciting another cry from his lips. The very walls felt like they were shaking, hips trembling as the muscles fought to stay in place as the thrusts became more violent and erratic.

Flesh slapped, making wet, vaccuming suctions as he pulled all the way out before rushing back in. Squelching got louder, body rocked like a wild swing, his fingers scrambling for purchase. Suddenly it didn't matter, white sparking and filling up his vision like a strong light spell. Another hard slide, pushing and dragging across silky, sensitive muscles. A shot, injected with liquid heat, filling him up, running into all the empty spaces.

Nagato screamed as he hit his peak, cumming all over their stomachs between the cramped space. Sinking teeth deep into the tender flesh of his neck, Loreddion gave a satisfactory growl. His sperm flooded through the Kagonesti's passage, but he continued to rock until nothing remained, and he had milked everything out. Slowly, the Silvanesti pulled out, unwrapping Nagato's legs from around his waist. Unable to stand on his own, the Red Robe began to sink to the floor. Hot, thick semen bubbled from his abused pucker, trickling down his thighs and dripping to the floor. The Kagonesti did not know or care that it was happening. The spaces inside of him had been filled, and the Silvanesti's lingering gift radiated through him. Opening dazed eyes, Nagato looked up at his older companion.

Already Loreddion looked clean and poised, robes pulled back into place, and hair brushed into order over his shoulders. Nagato didn't even have the energy to pull his robes over his softening penis, leaving himself half-naked and exposed to the approaching night wind. The necromancer's dark eyes stared down at him from where Loreddion stood, but the silverette said nothing more, eventually turning away and leaving the redhead alone in the maze of bookshelves.

It was a few minutes more before feeling broke through Nagato's euphoric haze, and the Kagonesti elf cried in the darkness.

C.M.D: Wow, so that's alot for a beginning chapter. Sorry to everyone who wasn't expecting that much yaoi within the first chapter. Once I got writing, I couldn't stop.... and the next thing I knew they were naked and pounding against the library wall. .... Kinky.... -Ahem- Sorry, lapsed into perversion for a moment there. I'll probably be including bits of background history every now and then, so if you haven't read the books, don't worry about it. You should be able to understand everything that's going on. Though I highly suggest reading them, especially if you're into Fantasy.
Okay, that's it for now. Please review and tell me your thoughts!! (I really love Nagato and Loreddion -heart-)