Please read disclaimer.
Please read disclaimer.
Please read disclaimer.
Disclaimer: As I have said before, this fiction did go up a rating. Meaning smut, lewdness, intercourse, lovemaking, coitus, lemons, R-18, not safe for work, after-dark, for adults only, plucking the flower, dancing the lambada, coming of age, parental advisory, viewer discretion advised, all synonymous to sex. That is to say, there is sex in this chapter. I'll say it again. There's sex in this chapter. Again. Sex. Male-on-male intimacy. Oh, there's another one I left out: intimacy. There is sex in this chapter. Did I mention the sex? If this offends you, skip the chapter. Close your eyes. Do both. We're all mature adults here, so the warning was thrown out there. Thank you. Sex in this chapter.
Although, there are important plot devices in the chapter, so just another fair warning.
All it takes is one twirl of the finger to tangle a web
I enjoy a good chain of events. On with the show
Spider Web!
"In its truest nature, the universe has an unconventional way of bringing certain unfamiliar perspectives together. On my extensive travels, I realized something about myself and the universe that we shared in common: that we are ever-changing and not one moment are we the same as the last. This is factual in the sense that—"
That…that…
He must have read the same word countless times already. It was the same section over and over.
"This is factual in the sense that we, as a people—"
That we…this is factual that…
Lucian placed the book on his desk and sighed in frustration. He propped his elbows onto the desk, took off his glasses and rubbed his fingers against his temple. He couldn't focus on the novel at all. Every word was blurry and nothing made sense to him unless he reread the sentence twice over. He was only three pages into the book and already he lost interest because there was something else plaguing his mind.
On his desk sat a small alarm clock. The hands read 2:00 am. This was unhealthy; Lucian was typically asleep by this time. He tried to relax his body earlier, tried to clear his thoughts so that he could sleep, but nothing worked. As a last resort, Lucian began to read, hoping he could get those thoughts out his mind. He spent almost two hours reading the same three pages over and over again.
This isn't good, the psychic Elite thought to himself. Reading is the only thing I have to keep my mind cleared. Even at that, I can't get this out of my head.
With a heavy sigh, Lucian sat back in his lavender seat and closed his eyes. The feeling of Aaron's lips was still lingering on his. That kiss was the most exciting thing that he'd ever experienced. The way the younger male pushed him against a wall, showing his complete control of the situation…that control made Lucian shiver. It was only four or five hours ago that it happened, but to the psychic Elite, it felt more like moments ago. The shock wasn't about to wear off any time soon. He didn't deny that the kiss was wonderful—if anything, he considered a few hours ago leaving to find Aaron and continuing what they had just done because it felt so good, but the man was much too shy to actually go through with it—but it was all so sudden. The last time he was kissed was…
Lucian's eyebrows furrowed. When was the last time he was kissed? The last relationship he was in had to have been when he first became an Elite. He was still in college, and he had a lover slightly older than himself. His lover was a mature, experienced person who constantly urged Lucian to let loose, but because Lucian was always so platonic, the relationship ended and the psychic Elite was the last one to know. He was so oblivious back then—everyone knew that there was another person his lover was seeing except him. He was hurt by it for a while but never talked to anyone about it, not even Cynthia. He figured it would be best to just let that part of his life stay untouched and forgotten. He remembered the week before his relationship ended. The last kiss he had with the person he used to have feelings for was soft and careful, as if the other person was letting Lucian go as gently as possible.
Aaron brought out all these horrid memories of Lucian's past that the man didn't really want to dive into, but he couldn't help it. He knew why he could never sustain a relationship with anyone. Lucian, the sweet but boring one. Lucian, the too-nurturing, too-nice one. Lucian, the smart, sophisticated prude. These facts reminded Lucian of how much those understandable break-up reasons hurt. He never took initiative for anything. What he excelled at in training Pokémon or reading or upholding a title, he failed at keeping someone interested in him. He is smart, kind, a good conversationalist, but skin-to-skin contact was too risqué, and kissing was a field in which he had no confidence in.
However, this makes sense in a way, Lucian realized. That's exactly the reason why he's been so invested in the young, exciting Elite Aaron. Aaron found him interesting and attractive, even when he's done absolutely nothing. The boy was so amused by his quirks, and because of that he needed to pursue the man. Aaron didn't see Lucian as this placemat to walk all over, he saw him as someone likable and even physically striking.
A faint blush grew on Lucian's cheeks. He absently smiled, feeling as though he could fly. That kiss meant something. He's never felt so wanted before in his life, and now someone fun and cute and jaunty thinks that he's worth something.
Lucian heard his heartbeat resonating in his ears. It seems he's been caught in Aaron's web, but he's not making any struggle to get out of it.
Lucian closed the book and got up from his seat, feeling sleepy all of a sudden.
Aaron woke up before the sun rose. When his eyes popped open for reasons unknown, he sat up and lazily looked to the left, seeing that the sky was grey-blue outside of the window. On the nightstand next to his bed, Aaron saw the clock read 3:00 am in neon green numbers. The boy yawned and stretched, wondering why he had woken up so early.
He was in the middle of a very pleasant dream, too. He dreamt about Lucian, how just hours ago he made the boldest decision of his life—the dream was sort of a continuation to the kiss. He dreamt about how warm Lucian's lips were and about the breathy gasp that escaped him during the kiss. A smile graced Aaron's features as he thought about his actions, and how as of that moment it was no longer about wanting attention or uncovering a mystery. When Aaron held onto Lucian's shoulders and pushed him against the wall, something passed through his mind at the moment right before he kissed him. It was no longer a competition. In reality, he supposed, it was just an excuse to kiss him. Earlier that day, he saw Lucian's pretty face and remembered the equally as lovely voice that came from it. By that point, all of Aaron's initial goals were naught, because the attraction outweighed the frustration.
The young Elite leaned back against the headboard of his bed. He thought about how after last night he came to terms with the fact that he attracted to Lucian and how from this moment on he would make it a point to kiss him more often. Aaron giggled at the musings; he definitely wasn't shy, like Flint had mentioned the night before. He wouldn't mind kissing Lucian whenever he could.
In fact, why wouldn't he?
"I guess I found my new goal," Aaron said to himself, putting his arms behind his head.
"Working, working, working, working, working, working…" Cynthia had driven herself into her monthly madness mantra. The paperwork had gotten so out of hand in just one week. One week, that's all she did, one week without answering the paperwork. She thought she could handle it, but what she didn't count on was the exponential growth rate of complaints, files, formalities, and things of that ilk. It was only three files. She left three files on her desk on Monday. By Friday, there were fifteen files. Where they came from, she doesn't know, but what she did know was that she was panicking because her inane fear of paperwork was setting in and she forgot how to breathe at some point.
The blonde woman sat at the dinner table, clad in her black satin nightgown, three empty mugs of what used to hold coffee beside her. The whole table was filled with paper. Cynthia had been working on these forms since 10:40 last night. At ten, Lucian told her to stop working and go to sleep. Cynthia dropped her papers on the floor and headed to bed, and upon arriving to her room at 10:05, she undressed and immediately fell asleep. At 10:15, however, she heard a ruckus outside her door. There were two voices, one hushed and one loud. Cynthia couldn't go back to sleep after all that noise and wondered what was going on out there.
Gasp! Cynthia sat up in her bed, a horrified expression on her face.
Those voices are probably coming from my head, she thought. It's my guilt telling me to do my forms!
The blonde woman gathered her papers and spent all night writing.
"Working, working, working, working…" Cynthia whispered to herself. At nine in the morning, Flint came rolling into the kitchen/dining room and grabbed a toaster strudel for breakfast. The redhead stared at the woman who was clearly not doing so well.
"Morning, Champ." Flint greeted cautiously, taking a big bite of his strudel. "You okay?"
Cynthia fidgeted. "Working, working, working, working, working, working, working…"
Flint raised his brows and took his strudel elsewhere. "Ok then…Keep your cool, Champ."
As Flint walked out, he ran into a wide-awake Aaron. The boy was dressed and ready for the day—even the obnoxious cowlick curl on top of his head looked neat. Flint stuffed the rest of the strudel in his mouth and swallowed without chewing much.
"Well don't you look spiffy? You look like a million bucks today, kid." The redhead whistled at the boy, giving him a thumbs up.
The younger Elite beamed at Flint. "Thanks! I'm feeling really good today. I'm gonna get some stuff done, but before I do anything today, I think it's time for some toaster strudels!"
"I suggest you don't go in there," Flint warned, "Cynthia's having a moment. It's best if you go somewhere else for breakfast."
Aaron lifted his brows and frowned. "What do you mean?"
"You see, every month Cynthia gets a bunch of paperwork to complete in about a week. She's usually good at first, but then she starts to slack off. When she slacks, more papers come. The day before the paperwork is due, she scrambles and goes insane for twenty-four hours, telling herself to work harder. We highly suggest not bothering the Champ for the day, and since she's made the dining room her safe haven, don't chance it. She might stab you in the neck."
Aaron gulped and touched his neck. "I guess I can skip out on breakfast today. No biggie."
Flint nodded. "Sorry, kid. Well, I'm gonna avoid the Champ for today and hang out at Sunyshore with Volk. Try not to get in her way, 'kay?"
"Will do."
Flint gave Aaron another thumbs up and walked away. The boy sighed and left back upstairs. He figured he would instead of eating go straight into training his Pokémon, but he left his party in his room. The boy stuffed his hands in his pockets and hopped up the steps.
While walking back upstairs, Aaron heard someone coming from the opposite direction. Hmm, I wonder…With quirked brows, the boy sprinted up the stairs a bit faster to purposely run into none other than…
"Well, goooooooooooood morning, Lucian." The boy sang, a wide, toothy grin flashing at the psychic Elite. Lucian looked well-rested, with sort of a glow to him. He too was dressed for success on this not unusual day, this time sporting a lavender dress shirt rather than a black one. The older man, who widened his eyes in surprise upon seeing the young boy, softened his expression to a sweet smile.
"Why, hello, Aaron." Lucian greeted back. "Fancy seeing you this early."
The boy held back a high-pitched squeak. He didn't ignore him! "The feeling is mutual. You look really happy today. I wonder why." The boy giggled. Lucian controlled a small blush and looked away.
"It's just a good day, I suppose." Lucian began to walk toward the stairs. "Um, care to join me for breakfast?"
"Actually, I wouldn't do that. Cynthia is freaking out because of the paperwork." Aaron stated.
Lucian sighed. "I feel as though I had a part in that somehow," he mumbled under his breath. "I guess I won't be having breakfast today then. That's fine, I don't mind spending my morning doing something else."
Aaron hummed in agreement. "Yeah, you can read a book, or train or Pokémon, or make out with me, or take a stroll in town, or, you know, whatever."
The older male nodded thoughtfully, silently checking off the things on Aaron's list. But then something felt off. "W-wait, did I hear you correctly?"
The boy smirked coquettishly. "You heard right."
Lucian shot him a look of mortification. "N-now Aaron, it's inappropriate to say such…lewd things to your colleagues…"
Aaron chuckled. "Then what do you call last night?"
The older Elite furrowed his brows. Lucian stepped backwards and met the boy face-to-face. "I thought about last night before I went to bed, honestly. I don't know how to address this because it's never happened, but I think the right thing to do is say thank you."
The boy snickered. Was Lucian really this shy and inexperienced? "That's cute. You're cute, Lucian."
Lucian's face burned scarlet. "I, um, thank you, again."
A light switched on in Aaron's head. This scenario seemed conveniently placed. Bold as ever, Aaron tiptoed and slowly placed a gentle kiss on Lucian's lips, to which the older man responded with tension and shock.
"We should do it more often," Aaron whispered. "I like doing this. And judging by your response last night, you like it, too."
Lucian tried to stammer out an answer but his words were failing him. "I…I don't know what to say…it seems I've been saying that a lot recently, huh?" The man chuckled nervously, Aaron's comely face inches away from his. "I-I think what I mean to say is, is this your way of asking for my hand?"
"Why would I ask for your hand when I'm clearly more interested in your lips?" Aaron giggled, wrapping his arms around the taller man's neck. "My real answer is why not? It seems like it could be fun, just to try out. You're adorable, and I like kissing you. What do you say? Wanna give it a shot?"
"It's a little sudden," Lucian said, even though deep inside he was really excited that this was happening. "Shouldn't we take something this serious a little slow?"
"Life's too short for slow, Lucian. Come on, be exciting. Live a little! Anything to get you to talk more," the boy laughed.
Lucian looked away from the boy, trying to come up with an answer. It has been a while since he's last dated. He's afraid of the unknown, but Aaron clearly is ready to jump into anything at any time. Maybe just this once in his life he could explore something new and possibly fun with this young, vivacious boy.
Maybe he could actually like this.
"…Well, it couldn't hurt, could it?"
Aaron couldn't contain the excited noises building up inside of him. He immediately jumped up and pressed his lips against Lucian's once more, this time with the older man reciprocating the gesture.
"That's the most bullshit thing I've ever heard in my life."
"You're telling me, dude."
Volkner and Flint were at a café, enjoying some pie. As per usual, the two were heavily engaged in a gossipy conversation about the news circulating the inner workings of other Leagues. The hot trending topic today: the Johto Elites.
"I just can't believe Lance would do something like that. I mean, sure, Will's a creep, but that's just harsh dude." Flint said through a mouthful of pie.
"I feel sorrier for Karen," his blond friend responded. "That's two things she didn't ask for: creepy mask guy and the worst threat from her boss."
Lucian gently pushed the door to the kitchen open and peered in carefully. Cynthia was jittering as she wrote on the papers, repeating "working, working, working" like a broken record. Lucian stepped away from the door and looked back at Aaron, who was close behind.
"She still has a long way to go. She probably won't be finished for another couple of hours." Lucian affirmed. Aaron smiled and wrapped his arms around the man's waist.
"A couple of hours sound great. We can make out right here until she comes back." The boy chided. Lucian crossed his arms over his chest.
"You have no shame at all, do you?"
"Not one shred."
Aaron tiptoed and kissed Lucian quickly, coaxing him to play along. As much as he didn't want to display his affection for Aaron so close to the Champion, Lucian couldn't help himself. He was in such a great mood and Aaron was only making him feel better. The older Elite gratefully kissed the younger boy back, his arms instinctively coiling around his waist. Lucian smiled against the kiss, feeling light and bubbly. Aaron's lips were so soft and moist; when the two broke apart for air, Lucian instantly dove in for seconds, indulging in those sweet lips. The younger boy made a soft, pleased noise and brought his hands up to Lucian's face.
"I don't see what the big deal is about dating someone you work with. I mean, if Karen was happy, then she should have stayed with the guy." Flint said, bringing another piece of pie to his mouth. "Lance had no right to butt in and break them up. Like, dude, seriously? And then he threatened their jobs? I don't feel as bad for Will because he's just the first guy, they can always easily replace the first guy. But Karen? Shit man, she's the toughest in Johto. Imagine being the strongest trainer in the region and being let go just because you were getting laid with another Elite? That could ruin you."
Volkner nodded in agreement.
The two boys broke apart and looked at each other for a moment, stunned. After they composed themselves, they began to laugh. Lucian hadn't laughed in so long.
The air around them was light. Aaron kissed Lucian's cheek then rested his head down on his chest. "You're really cute when you laugh."
"Not as cute as you are."
The longer he and Aaron stayed linked together, the more relaxed Lucian became. He felt so happy, being in this spontaneous, exciting, brand-new relationship with Aaron. The older Elite lifted his hand and stroked Aaron's cheek. The greenette blushed and brought his hand up to rest atop the older man's.
Lucian planted a soft kiss on the boy's forehead.
Volkner poked at his slice of pie with his fork. "Will and Karen were only the beginning, man. Because Lance caught on, the rule is going to be pushed. If we know that someone is dating inter-League, we have to report them and they'll get fired on the spot."
The redheaded man choked on his slice of pie. "What kind of bullshit is that?!"
Aaron took Lucian's hand and pulled on it. "Get over here! Come on, we can go continue somewhere else!"
The older Elite tilted his head curiously. "Continue?"
Aaron nodded. "Mmhm! Let's have a little bit of fun. It's you, me, and hours of alone time, with no one to interrupt us. We can kiss more in my room—or yours, if you want."
Lucian flushed at Aaron's audaciousness. "You're too forward for me, Aaron."
The younger boy pouted. "Come oooon, you'll have fun! It's just kissing; what could go wrong?"
"Personally," Flint said with conviction, "I believe that you can fuck whomever you want, whenever you want, wherever you want, for as long as you want, and have no one judge you. What position is Lance in to take away that from those two? He's Champion, not Arceus."
The blond male chimed in, "And personally, I just think Dragon Man was jealous because he's not the one banging Karen, but whatever. Still, you're right. I don't get why you can't date someone you work with. But damn, does it suck. Even worse, if it's one of our friends, we have to be the ones to rat them out to the Champion."
Aaron closed the bedroom door behind them and pulled Lucian over to his bed, where they both fell, laughing. The greenette rolled on top of his new boyfriend, placing small kisses all over his face. Lucian caught the boy's lips as many times as possible, holding him close in his arms.
They kissed a multitude of times, lips meshing against one another in tandem. Their hands, curious as they were, traveled all over each other, gently and shyly touching places that only they could ever explore; both males opened their eyes and stared at each other lovingly, their lips still connected.
Aaron pulled back and shifted his legs about, straddling Lucian. The younger Elite looked down at Lucian, a warm heaviness in the air. The psychic Elite smiled up at the boy, pulling him by his vest and forcing each other into another kiss.
Their kiss was rougher this time, a bit clumsier. Aaron held Lucian tightly, deepening their kiss. As the initiator of the relationship, Aaron, as his lips parted slightly against his boyfriend's, swiftly licked Lucian's lips. The older Elite took in a sharp breath of air, but after a second time of Aaron's tongue gracing his lips, Lucian eased into parting his mouth and allowing the boy leeway to explore.
Aaron hummed and slid his tongue inside of Lucian's mouth, curiously prodding at the older man's. Lucian, feeling just as adventurous, gingerly licked and prodded back, eliciting an excited moan from the younger boy. Aaron tried to start a continuous swirling between the two organs, but instead the kiss became messy and uncoordinated. Not that either Elite cared, they were just happy to be experiencing this with each other.
The messy, uncoordinated kiss picked up in speed. Each tongue revolved around the other in a more heated fashion, their warm saliva spilling over the corners of their lips. Soft, elated moans were exchanged between the two as they grew closer. Lucian brought a hand behind Aaron's head and pushed him down, locking their lips as they kissed passionately. There was a tingling sensation surging through Lucian's body, an involuntary jerk of his hips brought his right leg slightly up, pressing against the gap in between Aaron's thighs. The younger boy pressed his lower half down against Lucian's leg, rocking his hips in short, small motions to create some friction.
Below the belt, Lucian was feeling tense and uncomfortably hot. His focus shifted to that tightening phenomenon and he could no longer sustain the kiss. Aaron found that Lucian has slowed his swirling and eventually stopped kissing altogether when he heard the older man whimpering quietly. Aaron looked at the man, continuing his quick rubbing on Lucian's leg. Feeling experimental, Aaron switched gears and sat up on the man's leg, grinding slowly. The psychic Elite gasped and grabbed onto the boy's lithe hips. Both boys looked into each other's eyes as Aaron kept grinding on Lucian's leg. Lucian exhaled shakily, the friction causing a pulsating sensation in his most sensitive area. It appealed to Lucian so much, Aaron's youthful enthusiasm pulling him into what was supposed to be an innocent rendezvous—unless he was just that oblivious, in which case he should have picked up on Aaron's intentions earlier. No use in complaining now, for the fear of ruining the atmosphere had just created over the course of the morning. In reality, Lucian greatly enjoyed this. It made him feel like he was worthy enough to touch this intimately.
Aaron chuckled. "I guess things can go wrong when we're just kissing, huh?" He slowed his grinding to a stop.
Lucian smiled shyly. "I wouldn't call it wrong, per se…but you're a tad too young to be doing this, aren't you?"
The boy pouted. "I'll be eighteen in a few months. It won't matter, honestly. I mean, who cares? It's just us who would know, right?" Aaron swiveled his hips against Lucian mischievously. "Come on, Lucian," he sang, "it'll be lots of fun! I really, really want you."
Lucian raised his brows with interest, but reminded himself that Aaron was so young. "Now, Aaron, it is taboo enough that we're an item, but physical intimacy? On our first day of dating? At the age of seventeen? As much as I appreciate your interest in me in…that way, perhaps we should wait…?"
The younger boy fell on top of his boyfriend again, hastily attacking Lucian's lips. The bespectacled groaned, but kissed back nonetheless.
"Please, Lucian?" Aaron whined. "Please? I'm serious about wanting you." Those starry green eyes looked at Lucian with unmitigated lust and longing. "I'm your Aaron. You can do whatever you want with me. I'm all yours."
"My Aaron…?" Lucian echoed. The boy smiled and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
"You're my Lucian. We have each other. We can do whatever we want with each other, and it'll be our secret." Aaron crawled backwards on the bed, lowering himself to Lucian's hips. He tugged at Lucian's belt buckle and undid the loops, pulling it off.
Lucian sputtered and tried to move back. "W-what on earth are you doing?!"
"I'm showing you that you're my Lucian." Aaron tossed the belt aside then unbuttoned, unzipped, and tried pulling down the man's black, smooth slacks. Lucian grabbed Aaron's hands and attempted to push him away, but the way the boy's fingers grazed his sensitive area caused his body to betray his actions.
Aaron wiggled his hands free and caught the hem of Lucian's pants again, this time successfully tugging them down just below the hips. The boy grabbed at the silky undergarment keeping him away from his target and pulled those down as well, just enough to allow the older Elite's length to spring out.
Lucian gasped and hid his reddened face behind a hand. "A-Aaron!"
The younger male stared at the appendage in front of his face, marveling at the lovely, erect member. Completely fascinated by such a pallid, pulsating creature, Aaron cautiously brought a hand around it, his fingers grasping firmly. Lucian inhaled sharply, frozen with shock. The boy slid his hand up the shaft then back down slowly, making the psychic Elite whimper. Aaron continued to play with the member in his hand, finding great enjoyment in hearing Lucian's sweet little moans.
Aaron got closer to the length, his lips mere inches away from the blush-colored tip. Following his heart's accord, Aaron kissed the tip and licked the underside. Lucian curled his fingers and bit on the index, suppressing a loud moan. The greenette looked at the flustered face of his boyfriend and chuckled wickedly, sticking out his tongue and dragging it all along the length. Lucian tried to keep quiet, but his own growing lust wouldn't allow that. He brought his hand down to his lower lip and let out a ragged gasp. The bespectacled man closed his eyes shut and parted his lips, moaning pleasurably as Aaron licked his member from base to tip.
The younger Elite smiled and brought his lips up to the head of Lucian's member, enveloping the tip.
"A-Aaron, h-ha…" Lucian and lifted his free arm to Aaron's head where he placed his hand, his fingers running through his soft green hair. Aaron swirled his tongue over the head and began to lightly suckle on it. The boy bobbed his head only a small distance down and immediately came back up, sucking on the lovely organ with gusto.
"Aaron, Aaron…oh Aaron…" Lucian moaned his name repeatedly, each syllable more desperate than the last. The sound of that hushed voice in such a lewd tone made Aaron make his own uncontrolled noises, his moans growing more strained with each bob of his head. He salivated at the taste of Lucian's skin, the saliva making the member slippery and hot. Aaron ventured more, getting dangerously close to the base of the length, making it increasingly hard to not let his breaths become obstructed. But he found himself enjoying this as much as Lucian; it excited him all the more that he was able to pleasure this gorgeous, surprisingly sensuous man.
"I'm…" Lucian tried to speak through his moans and gasps. "I'm going to…Aaron, I-I'm going to…" His shyness wound up getting the best of him, as he couldn't bring himself to complete his sentence. Aaron stopped sucking for a second, comprehending what was about to happen. He acted correspondingly and began to bob his head faster, sucking on the member with harder force. Lucian pressed his head back and cried out a few times, his hips bucking up with vigor as he reached the zenith of pleasure, a flash of white obscuring his vision.
"Aaron! Aaron!" The loudest Lucian's voice had ever gotten even surprised himself. His eyes popped wide open as he spilled his seed inside of Aaron's mouth. After those blissful seconds of climax, Lucian panted wearily and sank into the bed.
Aaron purred at Lucian's behavior. He slid his lips off of the member, Lucian's seed falling out of his mouth and onto Aaron's hand and himself. The boy crawled back over Lucian, meeting him face-to-face before slumping down to kiss him.
Lucian mustered the strength to hold onto Aaron, kissing him in heated passion.
The blond male scoffed. Flint looked down at the empty plate in front of him with disgust.
"I would never do that. It's none of my business who dates who. I mean, I think between us and every other League, we're the only people who wouldn't get our friends fired."
Volkner shifted his blue eyes to look out the window of the café. "We wouldn't for sure. But I'd feel sorry for the poor inter-League dating bastards who would get caught by someone who isn't us."
"I'm just glad that Lance was lenient enough to let Karen and Will stay," Flint said. "But you're right, too. Our dating privileges are now limited because of some stupid rule. But hey, what are the odds, right?"
Volkner chuckled. "What are the odds." The two shared a moment of silence before deciding it was time to go. "Wanna split the tab?"
"Nah, I'm good."
Lucian rested his back against the headboard as Aaron clung onto him. The two were heavily disheveled, sweaty, and out of breath. Aaron kissed at Lucian's neck and whispered.
"Now that I showed you that you're my Lucian, will you do the same and show me that I'm your Aaron?"
His mind clouded by powerful attraction and desire, Lucian pulled Aaron to his lips and kissed him.
"Anything for my Aaron."
Fair warning: everything after this point will contain bits and pieces of smut. Don't worry, there will be a disclaimer for all those chapters, too.
And so an intricate web has been weaved. Onto chapter five.
Happy Valentine's Day.