Chapter 13
(CW: This chapter contains nsfw content.)
"Hya!" Same weight room, same punching bag, different strategy. Cain's exercises weren't out of frustration or brute strength; there was skill behind his unparalleled force, as he'd spent the last four years honing his gifts. Not a single day did he neglect his training, and his hard work was paying off- he remained Oswin's top student, but soon he wouldn't be... because he wouldn't be a student at all. He'd earned his place; the ceremony was all pleasantries. Even so... it would be a lie to say he wasn't looking forward to it. He wiped the sweat from his brow and took a breath. He'd grown taller and more shapely, his rounded face morphing into a sharp jawline and his muscles more sturdy. It wasn't long that he went without a girl- and even sometimes a boy- asking him for attention. He always politely refused... his heart had been swept up in the path of another for years now. "You know..." he called out to the empty air, even though he was seemingly alone. "I don't mind an audience, but don't you have your own training?" He grinned; his words were light and teasing.
A light chuckle came from somewhere in the room, before a figure appeared from out of his hiding spot, behind one of the other pieces of equipment in his room. "Who's to say this isn't part of my training?" He teased back. Cain wasn't the only one who had changed through the years; since starting spy training, Matthew had gotten a burst of confidence in finally having something he was good at. The once quiet, slightly timid boy had an air of trickery in his eyes, which were always alert of his surroundings. He was still a little shorter than Cain, that wouldn't ever change. But he was no longer helpless in battle; in fact, both he and Leila were always competing for the title of top student... but only Cain knew that. Matthew may have bent the rules a little bit and told the redhead about his training, about how he had gone from the lowest to one of the best. Unlike Cain, his ceremony wouldn't be public; nobody would come and see him receive a medal or anything of the sort. In fact, he had disappeared for everyone years ago, and he'd be surprised if his old classmates remembered him. Well, all except one.
Matthew moved to sit down on a nearby chair, crossing one leg over the other. "Maybe my latest mission is not getting spotted by you."
"Looks like you've failed that one, snowbunny," Cain teased as he bent to give Matthew a kiss on the forehead. "I'd track you to the ends of the earth." He'd been there with Matthew throughout the entire journey, from lowest of the low at knight training, to a top performer as a spy. He was the only one who could find Matthew at a moment's notice, though sometimes Leila still played tricks and snuck up on him. Cain never spoke a word of the secretive spy training; he'd sworn not to, and he never broke a promise.
Matthew smiled softly at the redhead. Though he had changed much over the years, one thing still remained the same; he still loved Cain deeply. He leaned up to return the kiss. "Well, I'll get there eventually." No matter how good he was, he still had started spy training a little later than Leila had, so she'd always have that over him. "So... You're still demolishing these poor bags, Mr. Knight?" Of course Matthew knew about the ceremony coming up; how could he not?
"Of course," Cain chirped with a grin. "This one's brand new. It had to be replaced after I tore a hole in the last one... again." The smile turned sheepish; he never held back during his training, and some of the equipment had paid the price. "Though... it's no fun fighting something that can't hit back." As if to prove his point, he bopped the bag gently, and it swung around. "You wanna go a couple rounds, snowbunny? Step into the ring with the Bull?" He smirked; his acquired nickname fit him well.
Matthew chuckled lightly as the bag swung around. "Is everyone else too scared of you to help you train?" He teased as he stood up from where he sat. Around his neck was a cloak similar to Legault's, though it looked a little less well-made. He was still an apprentice, after all. "Careful you don't tear a hole in me."
"Heh... They wouldn't say it to my face or I'd scold them for their cowardice. Everyone is just already done for the day... Everyone except you and me, that is." Cain grinned as Matthew stood up, taking that as an acceptance to his challenge. "Let's take this outside then. And don't worry, snowbunny," he added with a wink after Matthew spoke. "That part comes afterwards..."
Matthew let out a snort at Cain's remark. "Yeah? I can hardly wait," he replied back with a smirk. It was a beautiful day outside, though the sun was starting to set and a darkness was creeping through the sky, yet the air still remained a warm temperature. Perfect for sparring. Drawing a wooden blade, Matthew breathed out in the fresh evening air; it reminded him of when he and Cain would practice into the sunset to get Matthew caught up.. he faced Cain, holding up his sword. "Come at me, Bull."
Cain returned the smirk as he followed Matthew outside. With a deep breath, he took in the fresh air and closed his eyes, enjoying the atmosphere for a moment before finding his own practice blade. "Ha," he scoffed, twirling the blade expertly in his hands. "Come running straight for you? That tactic hasn't worked since day one of your real training." He grinned and made a gesture for Matthew to come at him instead.
Granted, ever since he had started training as a spy, he hadn't kept up with his swordwork. His training to use throwing knives has taken up all his time; besides, it wasn't like he needed to use swords anymore anyway. His sparring with Cain was more fun for him than actual training. "Heh... whatever you say," he replied back, taking a similar stance as he did back when he was in knight training. As he had been trained to do, he fought using his speed rather than strength, so when Cain taunted him into charging, well... he didn't have a problem with it.
Their sparring round lasted for a little bit, both of them panting from the quick attacks. They had sparred so much over the years, they had easily adapted to each other's fighting style. Matthew gave a smile to the redhead, breathing out. "How about we call this one a draw?" He said, offering a hand.
Cain had assumed from the beginning that there wouldn't be a winner; there hadn't for years as their streak of ending the fights in a draw continued. That didn't stop him from giving it his all, and by the time Matthew waved the first white flag, he was panting heavily. He straightened up from his stance and dropped his sword on the ground, a symbol of his agreement to the truce. However, as he went to take Matthew's hand... he grabbed it in a firm grip and yanked his partner close to him, then settled his hands on Matthew's waist. "Another draw? How boring." His voice was light and teasing as he twirled around a piece of Matthew's tawny hair with his finger.
A larger smile settled on Matthew's face as he was pulled closer to his lover. "Well," he murmured out. "It doesn't have to be like that." Cain may have dropped his sword- but Matthew didn't. He pulled away enough to where he could raise the wooden sword in his hand, poking it up against Cain's chest. He snickered. "I win."
"Do you?" Cain smirked as he pressed the smaller wooden blade he held against Matthew's back. He'd dropped his sword, yes, but before the fight had begun he'd snuck one of the smaller weapons onto his belt. "Looks like a stalemate once again, snowbunny."
Matthew only pouted once more; Cain had learned way too much from their sparring sessions these few years. "You're so cruel; you haven't let me win a single match." He complained lightheartedly, before dropping his weapon as well.
Cain chuckled, letting his spare weapon drop to the ground with a clutter as Matthew's did. "To be fair, you haven't let me win one either... but you usually let me take my prize anyway." With a chuckle, he raised Matthew's chin with his hand and then leaned down to connect their lips.
"Yeah? You always won the ones when we were teenagers," he pointed out with a soft huff, though it was ruined when their lips connected together. Once they parted, he let out a breath. "But... I guess I can forgive you." He put a hand on Cain's cheek. "Just this once."
"That's true," Cain agreed with a laugh. "It seems so long ago... but look at us now." He smiled as he leaned down again for another kiss. His hands that were on Matthew's waist moved a bit lower, and he winked as he gave his partner's rear a teasing squeeze. "After tomorrow, I can truly call myself your knight in shining armor."
"Ooh, how romantic," Matthew laughed out, even when Cain's hands squeezed him. "Will you ride on your gallant white steed and whisk me off into the sunset? Or should I settle for something a little... less magical?"
"I'll let you ride on something alright," Cain teased with another wink as he pulled Matthew's body closer to him. He stepped forward, forcing the other to take a step back, but the distance- or lack thereof- between them didn't change. "Come on... Where's that cute blushing face of yours?" Matthew had gotten less shy and bashful over the years, but Cain still liked to make the spy's cheeks go pink.
Matthew chuckled as he was forced to take a step back. "I've put up with all your flirting over the years. You'll have a try a little harder than that to get me to blush." The spy challenged, leaning up to give Cain a kiss.
"Yeah?" Cain challenged back, taking yet another step forward after the kiss. "You should know me by now... I'll always do what it takes to get what I want." With a smirk, he kissed the tip of Matthew's nose innocently... and then started to not-so-innocently rub up against his partner's groin with his hand.
Matthew chuckled lightly at the kiss on the tip of his nose... before lightly gasping out at the sudden feeling of a hand against his groin. They had gotten like this before, though not all the way.. Even so, Matthew didn't stop it. "Excited already?" He purred out softly. "It isn't even the day of the ceremony yet..."
"It's not," Cain agreed with a sly grin. "Don't you want a little warm up before the real thing?" He took more steps backwards, urging Matthew back towards the wall and out of the middle of the courtyard. It wasn't exactly the ideal place for intimacy... not when others could walk by at any moment.
"Real thing?" Matthew echoed as he gazed up at Cain with a loving look. "Are you expecting some type of reward for getting through the ceremony?" He asked as his back hit the wall. His hand trailed onto Cain's cheek once more, before gently running through his red hair. "What I really want is to know why your choice of locations for private time is... questionable."
"Haven't I earned it?" Cain pretended to pout, but his smile easily broke through. He laughed at Matthew's question of his location choice... though he didn't want to waste time going all the way back to one of their rooms. "We can still have some privacy. Follow me." He didn't give Matthew much of a choice; he led the tawny-haired man towards a door that led into the dim room where they kept spare practice swords.
"Ah... so this is your room of romance?" Matthew mused aloud as he looked around the storage room. He knew Cain's attempts to flirt were... cheesy, but this was on a whole new level. "Or... is this another surprise attack for our sparring?"
They weren't inside the storage room for ten seconds before Cain was all over Matthew, barely remembering to lock the door behind him. The two seconds it took to fumble for the lock were two seconds he wasn't touching Matthew, but he definitely made up for it once he could. He pressed his partner back against the wall, shoving what he needed to out of his way. His lips barely left Matthew's skin, but he finally pulled away and let out a warm breath that felt cool against the spy's damp neck. He kissed on Matthew's neck and jaw, and nibbled on the lobe of his partner's ear. "Come on..." He whispered. "I want to see you on your knees."
Matthew let out a soft gasp as he was backed into the wall once more; now a light pink color had settled on his cheeks. His hands were on Cain's torso, fingers trailing along the other's clothed chest. He manages a smile at Cain's comment. "I bet you would like that, wouldn't you..." he whispered back, his lips close to the redhead's neck as Cain nibbled Matthew's ear. "But I was always told only to listen to my teacher..."
Although he couldn't see it, Cain could tell that a light fluster had settled on Matthew's cheeks; he could feel the warmth. "Your teacher isn't here," Cain said wryly as his hand stroked along his partner's inner thigh teasingly. "This is all you, snowbunny. I wouldn't have it any other way." Unless maybe there were two Matthew's... Well, that was something else entirely.
"Mm... you have a point there," he said, his breath shaky as he spoke. A smirk pricked the corners of his lips. "Alright then. Whatever you say, Bull..." Matthew whispered out as he slowly moved down onto his knees in the dark. Reaching forward, he slowly moved to massage his hand against the redhead's groin.
"That's more like it..." Cain smirked back at his partner. Before Matthew got all the way down, Cain switched spots with him so that he could lean back against the wall. He slowly moved his hips in time with Matthew's rubbing; it was clear he was already getting excited.
Matthew chuckled lightly as Cain started moving his hips. "Already restless?" Matthew mused aloud as he continued his rubbing. Soon enough, he slowly unbuttoned Cain's lower clothing, letting them drop to the floor as he stood there in his undergarments. Gently rubbing the growing bulge in front of him, he leaned forward to give the other's groin a teasing kiss through the clothing.
Cain couldn't help but chuckle as Matthew teased him; his own cheeks were growing warm with a fluster as well. The rubbing was enough to spur his length to its full size, and it stretched against his undergarments. Cain took matters into his own hands and tugged them down until they joined his pants on the floor. "Waiting for an invitation...?" He said breathlessly, trying to hide the fact that he was so eager.
Matthew blinked as Cain suddenly slid down his own undergarments, and he was face-to-face with the other's hard-on. Cheeks clustering a little more, he glanced up to Cain. "You ever hear of a buildup?" He teased lightly before taking the other's bare length into his hand. Stroking it a few times, he finally leaned in closer to run his tongue over the erection's head.
"Well, you know me..." Cain spoke breathlessly as Matthew started to rub along his length, now touching it directly. "Hah... I like to jump right into the action." With one hand against the wall, he reached down with his other to run it through Matthew's tawny hair.
Matthew only flashed Cain one last smile before focusing back on his length. He ran his tongue over it a few more times, before he took the tip into his mouth. His free hand trailed down to his own groin, fingers massaging it gently. He breathed out hotly on Cain's length.
Cain inhaled sharply as he felt Matthew's damp mouth enclosing his length, and then he let out a long breath. He ran his fingers through his partner's tawny hair again, but this time he took some in a gentle grip and slowly urged him forwards to go further down.
Matthew glanced up as Cain urged him forward, laughing inwardly. He slowly slid down Cain's length, taking more of the warm erection into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he ran his tongue around the length as he gently sucked, giving his lover all the pleasure he could. Meanwhile, his hand had slipped under his own lower clothing, his hand slowly moving on his own length.
Cain closed his eyes as he leaned back against the wall, gently guiding Matthew's head back and forth along his length. "Hah... ahh..." He breathed out loudly, then lifted a hand to his mouth to cover it; he'd forgotten they weren't somewhere completely private, and the last thing they needed was someone nosy to come poking their head in. Lowering his volume, he gripped a bit tighter onto Matthew's tawny hair.
Matthew glanced up at Cain, flashing him a warning glance. They had to be quiet or else someone would notice them being a little... naughty in the storage room. He continued moving up and down Cain's length, coating the warm erection in his saliva. Down below, he had become hard as well, and he pushed his clothing down enough to where his own length popped out, and he was able to stroke it easily.
Cain looked down and met with Matthew's eyes for a moment; he saw the warning in them, but also the lust. This made him smirk, and when he shifted his gaze, he could see his partner's erection getting attention as well. "Hah... Having a cock in your mouth gets you off, doesn't it?" He teased cruelly as he pushed Matthew's head further down.
"Mph..." Matthew let out a soft grunt as he was pushed down further on Cain's length; he came back off with a soft gasp. A trail of saliva connected his tongue to the tip of the other's length. Panting for a moment, he gazed up at the other with a red, lustful place before smiling. "Mmh... only when it's yours," he replied back as he took Cain's length in his hand once more, pressing his lips against it in a kiss.
Cain muffled another moan with his hand; when he looked down, the sight of Matthew's reddened face with a trail of saliva connecting to his length seemed to turn him on even more. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he mused with a smile. He ran his hand through Matthew's hair again to readjust his grip on it, being careful not to pull too hard as he urged his partner on.
Matthew could feel Cain urging him on once more, and he let out a soft chuckle. "You're so impatient..." he murmured out, his breath hot against Cain's length before he slowly took it into his mouth once more. Rubbing himself a bit more aggressively, his own moan was muffled by the meat in his mouth.
Cain's only response was a needy groan as he guided Matthew along his length faster. From the way it twitched in his partner's mouth, it was clear that the right spots were being touched. "Nn... Come on," he gasped as he started to move his hips slightly, bringing them forward when Matthew went down. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but it felt too good to hold back.
"Mm..." As Cain guided himself deeper into Matthew's mouth, this time the spy didn't pull back. He closed his eyes once more, focusing on both the warm, twitching erection in his mouth and his own length in his hand. He hit his orgasm first, hips bucking forward as his white semen squirted onto his hand. In his mouth, he felt the first taste of Cain's climax in his mouth, and knew the other had hit it as well. He allowed the other to release in his mouth, tasting every bit of its saltiness. He swallowed and pulled off of Cain, panting lightly as both his hand and chin were stained with white release.
"Aah..." Cain let out a breathy moan as he felt the release of pressure in his groin, and he ejaculated into Matthew's mouth. He let go of the spy's head so Matthew could pull back, and when Cain looked down, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his partner. "Heh... You're so cute with cum all over you." He reached down to flick a bit of it off of Matthew's cheek.
Matthew laughed as well as he slowly rose to his feet after fixing his pants. "You know... that's not a compliment I'd ever think I'd get," he replied back, leaning in to give Cain a soft kiss. "Come on. You wanna help me wash this off before someone sees me like this?"
"First time for everything, huh?" Cain teased back as he accepted the kiss and then returned it with one of his own. "It's wasn't the whole truth, though. You're cute all the time, snowbunny." With a light chuckle, he adjusted his pants and belt to get them back in place. "I'm sure there's a towel around here somewhere..."
"If not, then you're going to be the one to clean me up. I think I've had enough in my mouth for one evening..."