He desired many things in his life: new challenges with rewarding results, the people who worked under him to do their absolute best, just to name a few, but Luther craved obedience above all else. Having his subordinates and creations do exactly as he wanted them to pleased the blond-haired man like nothing else ever could.

Disobedience had the opposite effect on him. When those who served him defied him, Luther ensured said person learned never to do so agian. He, fortunately for the offender, rarely resorted to violence, preferring to fuck with his opponent's mind. Because of his tactics, many people, including his own sister, feared him.

This time, though, he was not sure of what to feel or to even think. Ten of his creations from the Eternal Sphere had entered into his world. They had broken into his Workspace, his personal area, and were now confronting hm over his decision to delete the bugs and viruses corrupting the Eternal Sphere, the one thing he had cherished above all else in his world. The beings were supposed to obey him and submit to his demands. Serve him or be deleted. In Luther's warped mind, it was the only way to save the bright and beautiful world he had created and dreamt about. That much was simple. What confused him and sent his emotions and thoughts into complete disarray were the eyes of the group's leader.

Those eyes, they were green and oh so familiar to him.

Had Blair been right all along? Had he stumbled across a world parallel to his own instead of actually creating it? He had no answers, but Luther was determined to get them.

Sending all but the green-eyed one flying, Luther crossed the distance between he and his creation. The young man raised his sword in defense, poised to strike back. Luther was not about to let him retaliate. He grabbed his rival's wrists and yanked the other man foward, pressing his lips against the other's. At the same time he kissed the swordsman, Luther transported the two of them out of the Eternal Sphere and directly into the bedroom of his home before anyone could recover and try to stop him. Luther knew what he wanted, what he desired from the young man he now held tight against his body. He was vaguely aware of a weapon hitting the floor . . .

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Fayt lay awake, one hand resting on the Creator's chest. His entire body trembled from the most recent experience he had encountered, but Fayt did not know why. For all he knew, he shook from the orgasm that had overtaken him. His vision had gone white during his release, his desire for the blond-haired man having taken over his senses some time before.

However, before he had seen nothing but white, Fayt had noticed something about himself and about Luther. They were glowing, he with a blue-green light and Luther with a white-silver light. They still glowed with these strange auras, and the auras were starting to mingle with the other. Fayt, in his exhausted state of mind, half-imagined it was a sign, that he and Luther had always been connected somehow, and they were now completing that connection by coupling as they had. Given his body's initial response upon seeing Luther for the first time, Fayt believed it to be entirely possible. He had not resisted the blue-eyed man hard enough when Luther had started kissing him. He had not fought much when Luther stripped him of his clothing and armor, and Fayt certainly had not tried to ward the other man off when Luther had taken him, plundering his body as if he owned it. Most would have seen such an act as rape, but Fayt could not convince himself that it had been rape and he knew why. He had wanted Luther. He still wanted Luther. His body yearned for more of the blond-haired man and to feel that long, hard length inside of him again, pounding away with the same possessive ferocity. Such thoughts scared Fayt at the same time they thrilled him, and he could not help but wonder, as sleep finally came to claim him, exactly what was wrong with him. He yawned then shrugged it off. He would have to figure it out in the morning. Like Luther, he needed rest. It had been a long day for him, too, after all.

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