"till we meet again, Brother..."

Valir woke up in the middle of the cold night. Memories that seemed nightmares rob him of his peace in his slumber. He could very well remember that day when the people from the Valley of the Winds took everything from the Fire Kingdom. Scars always reopen, although there never was a time where they completely healed. He learned Arcane Magic in hopes of preventing what has happened before.

The blonde man could only grab two fistfuls of his hair while crouching and remembering the horror. He decided he wouldn't sleep in a few hours or so, so he decided to saunter phrenetically around his room to at least keep his mind away from the recent dream that woke him up. There were not much things found in his room. Nothing really important, except the letter that his childhood friend Vale sent. The fire mage read the letter a lot of times the moment he received it. And to occupy his mind, he read the letter, again. The dreadful horror was replaced by memories of bliss after reading the letter. He tried to focus his mind to those happy moments with him and Vale. Just the two of them, in their paradise and adventures with no care in the world. He sighed as he reminisced those times.

Valir realized that he was lost in his thoughts as he noticed the chilly midnight air turned to warm gusts of wind. He also saw a strange display of wind. He could've sworn it danced as though a puppeteer controlled its movements. Then, what seemed to be a figure of a man floating appeared behind the busy winds. From all he has seen, he knew very well who was coming, even after all these years.

Valir didn't know what to feel; rage, sadness, excitement, all of it mixed in his very fragile heart. He knew it was him, but what of it? How should he greet his long lost friend? He couldn't think straight right now.

Without a second thought, he jumped out at his window and pranced towards the figure. The dancing of the winds noticeably stopped as the figure looked towards Valir. The figure descended slowly to the ground and smiled at what was coming for him. Vale opened his arms, as though commencing a hug. He shouted, "Valir, my friend! I haven't-". He stopped when he saw the other mage running at him now with a powerful burning flame on his right hand. "So this is how we settle things in the past, then," he muttered to himself and smiled.

It was all written in Valir's grimaced face. He wants to show Vale what he had been missing on all these years. The fire mage threw the flame to the wind mage...to no avail. Vale managed to dodge Valir's attack, while knocking him up with a strong gust of wind. Valir was sent flying a few meters up on the ground and landed a non-fatal but intensely painful landing. Valir could only groan at his friend's attack. "You're still the same cocky friend from before. Haven't you learned your lesson?", Vale proudly says as he went nearer to Valir. Little did Vale know that his friend learned a lot while he was away. Valir could only smirk at the ignorant Vale, to the latter's confusion. The blonde tries to get up, earning a scoff from the white-haired man. "You can no longer move. Don't even try." Valir already planned another attack. In a matter of seconds, he stood up, backed off, conjured another flame and fired it to the mage in front of him. Vale managed to dodge it again, but this time, he didn't counterattack; he was basically toying with him now because he knows he has the upper hand, or so he thought. Valir repeatedly and continually threw the flames he conjured, which Vale repeatedly and continually evaded. "You can stop now, or do you want me to end this useless battle?", Vale spoke as he simultaneously avoids and sends a wind blade to Valir. Valir barred the wind blade using his flames. "I'll stop when I finally fry you inside out, you mutt!", he shouted. He then raised his flaming right hand. Suddenly, flames circled around Vale. He tried to block it with his own magic. Usually, Vale can smother Valir's flames using his wind magic, but this time, it seems like the flames aren't purely elemental; Valir mixed an advanced form of magic to his existing fire magic. Vale tried to repress the flames around him, but it was too powerful. "Those aren't just magical flames; those are infused with Arcane magic. Even magic can't simply extinguish it," Valir said. So that's why this guys is too cocky now, Vale thought. Valir suddenly pulled his flaming right hand down. The flames around Vale exploded, leaving him flying and crashing on the ground violently towards Valir. The victorious fire mage then lifted the defeated Vale by his golden neckguard (Author's Note: I don't really know what that piece of clothing/armor is called, but you get the idea) and said, "I win this time! I bested you! I am now stronger than you!" Vale wearily sighed; it is a miracle that he could still breathe after all the impact and a few burns in their fight just a few moments ago. "You haven't won yet. You have to kill me first before you can get ahead of me," he weakly stated. Valir's face grimaced in anger, hiding the fact that what the windtalker said shook him. With one hand gripping harder on the golden clothing, he infused arcane flame on his other hand. But instead of actually ending his friend's life, the flame on his hand died out as he screamed and delivered a sucker punch on the seemingly lifeless mage's cheeks. Mages are known for their powerful magic...and their suprisingly weak physical fighting abilities, so the punch didn't necessarily add to Vale's injuries. The wind mage met the ground once more, groaning and smirking. "That punch almost certainly killed me," he said sarcastically while laughing feebly. "Shut up!", Valir barked. He just received a violent landing, few burns, and a non-threatening jab, and he is still jesting, the fire mage thought. Vale was always this cool, reserved, level-headed guy. And that is still evident until now, laughing while having a high chance that he will end up dead sooner or later. Valir admires those qualities of him after all these years. He called truce on their fight, which Vale approved.

The two mages decided to rest on the field where they fought. Vale kind of struggled on sitting down, so he opted to lie down, hands behind his head while facing the starry sky. Inches close to him was Valir who chose to sit down, hugging one leg while extending the other. They were both silent for a while now, probably tired from the battle that they participated in a while ago. Finally, Vale breaks the ice. "So, how are you, Brother?". Valir replied, "I don't know, I lost my family and my kingdom few years ago and still can't move on from it, I was taught Arcane Magic and burned down half of the academy, a teacher is now on a hunt to have me return what he taught me about Arcane Magic, I don't know what to feel. I guess I'm fine." Vale inhaled deeply, not knowing what to say to his friend. If only he was there by his side on those times...would things be any different? "Valir, my beloved Brother, I am sincerely sorry. I do not know what I can do to help you. But if you wish to do anything to cast away the storm within your heart, I will not stop you.", Vale stated, after much contemplation. "I am here now, my friend. You are not alone anymore," he continued. Valir wiped off the little tears that leaked from his eyes. It was so sweet of Vale to say those things, he thought. He longed for someone who would be there to listen to him when he can't handle his problems anymore; he longed for a friend. He had been lonely ever since the wipe out of the Fire Kingdom. He didn't even talk in the Academy much. But, at long last, a friend will stand by him. "Yeah, I guess so...", was all he could reply. Then, for the first time in a long time, with twinkling eyes, Valir smiled. Vale felt how genuine the smile was. He smiled back. "You know, if I was not so tired and in pain right now, I would've hugged you," the windtalker said. The fire mage almost forgot that they fought a few moments ago, that his friend received a few injuries from him. "Oh yeah, there's a magical lake near to where I am living. Its healing effects would surely ameliorate your condition," Valir suggested. "Let's get you there," he added. The wind mage agreed, but his left foot was burned, his lower back was brutally bruised, and his torso was in indescribable pain. Valir clearly saw his friend's predicament, so they ended up in a position where Vale's left hand on Valir's shoulders and Valir's right hand on Vale's waist while Vale walks on one foot and lifting the burnt one. "Ahh, c-careful! It hurts there...", Vale hissed as he squinted. His friend apologized and laughed. Along the way, they chatted about how and what they missed on each other, the things they achieved, and stuff like that.

As they walked for a few minutes, they were greeted with the glowing of the lake. They both marveled at its beauty; Valir have seen this many times, and he never ceases to gaze and admire at it. Vale, who has seen this for the first time, was dumbfounded in awe; he hasn't seen anything this resplendent before. "I know, it's beautiful and all, but we didn't come here to just stare at it," Valir sighed. His words don't seem to reach Vale's ears, as the white-haired man's eyes were busy oogling at the sight before him.
"Hey, were you even listening?"
"I-I'm sorry. Yeah, s-sure, let's dive right in!"
Vale was ready to jump into the lake, but Valir stopped him.
"You don't just hop directly into it, especially in your case."
"What do you mean?"
At this point, the redness on Valir's cheeks was starting to become visible.
"Y-You have to be completely naked in order to fully feel its healing capabilities."
"Oh, why didn't you mentioned it?"
Vale then quickly removed his neckguard, his gauntlets, and his anklets. He also removed the white cloth that wrapped around his arms and undid the yellow ribbon that was secured around his waist. Finally, he pulled down his white trousers, revealing his nicely toned pair of legs (and a few more "nice" things to see). Before, Valir and Vale would shamelessly be naked to each other while bathing in a nearby lake, river, or beach. Well, that was before when...things were so simple and there was nothing to be ashamed about. But now, things are different; they are adults now. Sure, it's not a big deal since they are close, but Valir's just...
"Wai-What are you doing?!", the fire mage screamed. In confusion, the now naked Vale replied, "What? You said that I can't swim in there with my clothes, so I got rid of them!" Before Valir could even retort back, Vale nonchalantly jumped right into the lake, dancing as if he wasn't injured a while ago. The lake was just a few feet deep, barely reaching Vale's ribs. Its healing powers did its job, although slowly; all the burns and the bruises on Vale's skin disappeared in a magical fashion. He laughed and played with the lake's waters like a child. "Valir, what are you doing? Join me here already! We didn't come here to just stare at it!", Vale used Valir's own words against him. This time around, Vale's words didn't seem to reach his friend's ears because Valir was busy oogling at the lake's beauty and...
"Hey, are you okay? You seem red." Indeed, Valir's cheeks were blushing as if he was having a fever. Vale quickly got out of the lake and touches his friend's forehead. "Hey, you're hot!", Vale exclaimed. Valir, with dreamy eyes, just giggled as though someone tickled him. Suddenly, like a person being pulled out in a trance, Valir's eyes dilated as he witnessed the scene in front of him: a naked and a concerned Vale inches close to him. Personal space didn't really exist in these two men, but it seemed that Valir became more conscious ever since he saw Vale.

"Ahh! What are you doing?", Valir shouted, slapping Vale's hand away from his forehead. The dark-skinned mage replied, "Well, I called you to join me in the lake and you seem to be spacing out and you're blushing and I thought you might have a fever, so I checked on you and indeed you have a fever." "I'm fine, maybe just a little- Hey! What are you doing now?"
"I'm undressing you because you clearly aren't well. You need the lake's healing, too."
"I told you, I'm fi- H-hey, where do you think you are touching?"
"Come on already! Let's-"
"Okay, okay! Just let me undress myself. I'm not a baby!"
"Oh, sorry."
Valir took off what remained from what Vale undressed. They were both naked now, much to Valir's blushing. The blonde was hurriedly and excitedly pulled by his friend to the lake. And there they were, in the lake, naked and alone...

They chatted, laughed, and played for a while now. "Valir how did you find this place? This is the best lake I have ever seen!", Vale exclaimed. He continued to play with the water, even though his injuries were already washed away. The only reason he stayed is because of Valir, who had obviously been blushing and spacing out ever since they went in this place; he also probably wasn't feeling well, he thought. The fire mage didn't answer; he stayed silent. Vale looked back to see Valir staring at the water, blushing and smirking. Vale went nearer to his friend to check on him; he was really worried because the lake wasn't making him any better. Perhaps it's the Arcane Magic Valir possessed?

The wind mage could certainly hear the fire mage's heavy breathing, which contributed more to his worrying. Suddenly, Valir looks at his friend with a very weird face; Vale swore he could see the other mage's eyes glow as if he was possessed by an entity. He could also feel the hot air escaping from Valir's mouth. Valir wasn't possessed by an entity; he was too overwhelmed by his emotion. Lust, hunger, Valir didn't even know what he was feeling right now.
"Valir, what-are you-...", Vale, now feebly trembling and scared, wanted to assess Valir's state right now, but he couldn't even construct rational words to this scene right before his eyes.
"Vale, my Brother, my friend, I'm sorry, I-" Before Valir could even finish his sentence, he ran towards Vale. The wind mage moved backwards, until he bumped what seemed to be the corner of the lake. The fire mage then put his hands on the lake side so that Vale's body was in between, cornering the white-haired mage. Valir was still panting like a dog in heat, which was partly true because he really was in heat.
"Vale, please, I-"
"Valir, are you-"
In a split second, Valir's hand was pushing Vale's head towards him. In another second, the son of flames crashed his lips against the windtalker. The kiss lasted for a few seconds, although for both of them, it seemed like minutes, even hours. The wind mage was shocked, but he didn't necessarily dislike it.
"Valir, why-", he was cut off as the fire mage decided to commence another kiss, but this time, with a lustful twist. This time, their tongues also danced as Valir pushes Vale harder towards him for a deeper kiss. Their eyes shut close as their bodies leave no space between each other. They could feel each other's hardness as Valir grinds his hips against Vale. They both moaned in each other's mouths ecstatically. The grinding went from subtle to full force. The blushing Vale decided to break the kiss by pulling himself away to grasp for air. He was red, but not as red as the hot and horny Valir right in front of him. They were both panting from the kissing and the grinding, and maybe from their arousal, too.
"Wow, that was instense, Valir. Where did you-"
Valir licked and kissed Vale's thick neck, which elicited a surprised moan from the latter. The blonde nibbled, sucked, kissed, and licked one spot of the neck. He continued doing this while his hands explored his friend's body as if it was the first time seeing his ripped physique.
"Vali-Aahhhh," Vale moaned, as Valir moved down to suck on his clavicle. The wind mage is basically reduced to a moaning mess now; the pleasure his friend gives. Damn, how did this animal learn how to do these things, he thought to himself. After leaving a red mark on his collar bone, said animal moves down to his pectorals. He attacks Vale's left nipple with his mouth while he squeezes his right pectoral with his hand; his other hand explores Vale's lower body. Valir's tongue flicked and twirled around his areola, which brought Vale to intense pleasure; he could only lean his head back and moan lustfully. Valir continued his assault, not giving Vale a single moment to think and speak. As the horny mage's hand was nearing towards his friend's member, Vale gasped.
"Valir, don't-" Vale was cut off by his friend's tongue ravishing his mouth, all the while grinding their engorged genitals; Valir's hand was now on Vale's neck, choking him slightly. His other hand is squeezing one of Vale's nicely shaped butt cheeks. All these sensations drove Vale crazy; he moaned again while their tongues battle for dominance, to which Vale erotically surrendered. His hands were frailly touching Valir's chest.

Valir's grinding never ceased; it only became harder and harder. Vale also slightly but gladly cooperated. His hand that was once on Vale's butt cheek is now teasingly toying his sphincter. Valir decided to break the kiss and nibble on Vale's earlobe. The wind mage felt weak to the knees after feeling all these new hot sensastions; he couldn't possibly contain the pleasure he was feeling because his eyes twirled upward while he threw his head back. After all the grinding that went on and on, with more lust on each stride, the two mages felt that they were getting close. The blonde, now heavily panting grunting on the white-haired mage's neck like a feral animal, hastened his thrusts. The two were closing into their climaxes.
"Valir, I-I'm-"
"Nnggghhh"
"Valir, A-Aahhhhh"
"Nnngggghhh Vale..."
"Valir, I-I-"

Suddenly, Valir slowed his pace down, then halted completely much to Vale's confusion. Man, that was so anticlimactic, the latter thought.
"Valir, why did you-"
"I have more plans for you tonight, my Brother..."

TO BE CONTINUED