Hello Everyone!

I was asked to continue this, so I am. This time it is going to be Valentines Day, what would happen during this time of day (or night)? Alcibiades' feelings increased over the month and a half, and Caius knows that Alcibiades likes him; the half blind warlock has the same feelings for the General.

I have to apologize to you, my readers, because I have disappointed you for not updating. You could say that I have some excuses for not updating. As you know, I am from Alaska (if you read my profile), so my Lit teacher is having my class do a thing whether you support or oppose the Pebble Mine. That assignment is required and could be accomplished as long as I have: three different pages where I had gotten my information, and then the actual paper has to have 5+ paragraphs (this includes the draft, fixing all mistakes, then turning it in). In Biology and Algebra 1, I had tests to study for. My last excuse is that I have gotten sick recently, like REALLY sick. I didn't even touch my laptop for almost a week. I guess that I didn't get chicken pox when I was younger, and I have gotten them now. Fuck man, it really sucks. REALLY SUCKS! Tch, I wish I had gotten them before, so that I wouldn't remember them, but no.

ANYWAY! Enough of my troubles and onto something good! On with the show!

There is smut (?), heavy fluff (?), lime (?), unsure what to call it (SPOILER)

This was suppose to be a Valentines present, but…I am late, like always. Lol.

Alcibiades' point of view

Gritting my teeth, I exhaled slowly. There was fucking pink everywhere I turned a corner. Pink! I ran a hand through my hair and snorted, this street had pinkand red. The colors were blinding me, so I closed my eyes briefly, relishing in the fact that it was black. Color spots danced behind my eyelids, and I watched them for a split second before opening them to the horrifying colors. A shudder made its way down my back, and I groaned. I needed to get back inside my home to make sure that the colors stayed firmly out of my eyesight for the exact day.

Valentines Day.

Bringing up a hand to my temple, I massaged it calmly before I started to walk again. My steps were hurried, and people got out of my way; I was a man with business. Inwardly groaning when I passed a shop, since it had fucking flowers in it. The repulsive scent washed in through my nose, and locked there. Snapping my teeth together, I hugged my jacket closer together tightly. The day was cold, and it was February.

Fucking February.

I was betting that that little son-of-a was glad. The little blonde had something to dress-up for, finally. Snorting to myself, I imagined him in a pink and red outfit. My body was suddenly hot, and the erection slowly rose in my pants. Grunting, I quickened my pace to get home. The lights and colors were slowly going away as I neared my home. Most that lived on my street did not like Valentines all that much, and I agreed with them. This day was the only one when we could agree on.

Walking down my street quickly to get out of the cold weather, I pulled out a pair of keys and made my way to my door. Fumbling with the keys with my gloves on, I growled and removed them then opened the door. Before stepping inside, I shook my shoes to get the snow off and made my way inside. Stopping in the doorway, I paused.

My lights were on…and I was not in here.

Growling, I shut the door quietly, then removed my outdoor clothing. I released the buttons on my jacket quietly, then slid the material off of my body and hung the red jacket up quietly. Next went my black long-sleeved over shirt. I pulled the black wool over my chest and head, liking the fact that my muscles responded to me quickly. Kneeling down, I unlaced my boots with perfect precision without making a noise.

Once the wet clothes were off my body, I crept along my hallway, listening to sounds coming from my kitchen. My eyes narrowed, my feet did not make a sound as I moved closer. A flash of red swept through the kitchen entrance. I did not have the chance to block myself when a smaller body crashed into mine. The smell of roses and a small part of male cologne mingled in the pale blonde hair.

The reflexes from the war proved to be true as I flipped the two of us around and held the other's wrists above the person's head. Soft silk brushed against my elbow, and a pale green eye looked up to my face. A small nose above the soft, luscious lips. The heavy, but soft, clothes revealed the slender neck when they parted. My eyes traveled down, my abdomen clenched tightly. Immediately heat rushed to my groin, activating an automatic hard on.

Soft, cream colored thighs parted to either side of me. The knees were poised and slightly touching my hips, as if to grip them. Another wave of arousal swept through me. Looking back up quickly, I bore into his eye with mine. His face flushed, accentuated by the red and pink kimono. He was a young man, not even beginning in the human world supposedly, but he had already gone on many important missions.

Compared to him, I am old. Well, not that old, but I am in my mid thirties. Sighing, I sat back onto my knees and the balls of my feet, looking at him remorsefully before I stood.

"Alcibiades." His voice was soft, almost pleading like. Just the way he said my name made the arousal in my pants twitch with need. I wanted to watch him, see him, while he slipped off every garment on his body. Licking my lips at the thought, I turned to him, eyelids lowered. I could see his chest rise and fall. His face still flushed, and I could see the need burning in his gaze.

"Caius." I said slowly, not trusting myself. Caius's lips were parted, and in a light shade of pink. Looking oncemore into his pale green eye, I saw shyness along with arousal. "Here." I said, holding out my hand for him. Instead of taking my hand and pulling himself up, he pulled me down. For a small man like him to pull me down must be some feat for him, I waited, unsure. My hands were pressed down on either side of his head, while my knees rested down between his legs. His legs were curled up again, pressing gently onto my hips. Caius' hands slid up from my forearms, upper arms, shoulders, and around my neck. The youth slowly massaged my neck, and I let my head drop, closing my eyes, liking the relaxation immediately. I slid down to resting on my forearms, and he let out a surprised gasp that released a chuckle from me.

Caius started to slip his fingers under my shirt collar, then sliding his hands down to the buttons on my shirt, releasing one before going back up and massaging my neck. It took a while, but he released all the buttons on my shirt. Once they were all released, his hands moved over my shoulders to slide the shirt off. Instead of giving him the pleasure, I sat up on my knees and slid it off myself, watching his hungry eyes take in my bronze skin honed by the years of war.

With the shirt off, I leaned back down when he tried to sit up with that dazed look in his eyes. I could see that he didn't want to lay back down on the floor, but I didn't care. Caius's hands continued to explore my skin. Smirking, I leaned down and kissed the back of his jaw, and he froze. My kisses trailed up his jaw, teasing. When my lips were just above his, I brushed my lips against his, and he tried to deepen it, but I pulled away.

Caius' fingers knotted in my hair, tying to pull me down to kiss him. I didn't grant him a full lip lock when I brushed my lips against his. He let out a small whine, and I grinned, looking down at his flushed face. There was the apparent pout on his lips, and his one pale green eye held lust and a little of innocence. His chest was heaving, and he moved restlessly against me. Then his hands were on my arms, trying to drag me down and start kissing him. He let out a soft whine when I wouldn't comply, and his hands started to wander.

Sitting back, I was resting on my left knee and the balls of my right foot. Creamy thighs slightly quivered, and his hands knotted together as I gazed at him with hungry eyes. Caius moved forward so that he was on his knees in front of me. His small, pale hands placed themselves on my chest as he leaned forward. Soft, silk-like hair brushed my bare chest, only enhancing my sexual awareness. I felt his breath first, warm and intoxicating. After his breath, I could feel his lips on my chest, and all my muscles tightened in my body. A shudder ran through my body when I felt his tongue do a curious lick on my chest. My right hand found its way into those silken threads on his head while my left slid up his leg to cup and squeeze his bottom.

He let out a small, surprised moan that ghosted over my body, making my abdomen clench tightly. Caius' mouth moved up my chest, and my breath caught in my throat. The sinful tongue touched my collarbone on the left, and I let out a low groan as I pressed my erection against him. He was lapping at me, as if he couldn't get enough. His breath had shivers running up and down my back. Again his kisses led up my neck where he latched his mouth on the apple of my throat. I felt his teeth graze my skin, and I nearly went insane with the pleasure.

My right hand tightened in his hair, and pulled his head back slightly. His mouth left my throat with a little sound of loss, but was quickly turned into a soft moan when my lips touched his pale neck. Bending him back a little and pulling his head off to right, I ravaged the left side. I nibbled on his soft skin, also liking the taste of roses, cologne, and sweat mingling together. Caius' hands slid up around my neck to grip at my ponytail, as if to hang onto something without getting lost.

With my left hand, I swept it around and gripped at the back of his legs while my right moved down to grip at his right shoulder. I stood swiftly and he let out a squeak, which caused me to chuckle like before. Caius looked up to me, his eyes were half-lidded and half full with lust and the other half I couldn't identify. His green eye was glazed over, and he seemed to be lost in a trance. I walked while still looking at him in the eye, and took one left then one right. At my door, I opened it up, then closed it behind me with my right foot. I went over to the bed and set him down.

I looked to him, and saw that my dream did come true, from the carriage ride on New Years. However, instead of the moon, it was the setting sun. His legs slightly closed as he sat up. His small hands grasped his clothing and pulled them off of his small shoulders. I could see that his skin was smooth, his pink nipples stood out from his pale skin. He was undressing himself slowly, but I could only look at his nipples, they were eager to be sucked on by my mouth. I glanced back up to his face, and saw that there was a blush staining his cheeks. I grinned and crawled forward.

Switching over to Caius' P.O.V.

Alcibiades was crawling forward to me, and I could see his predatory gaze on me. I seemed to be frozen where I was. I couldn't look away from his gaze. His bronze colored body rippled with muscles honed by the years of war. His skin was demanding for me to explore every inch of his body. I could see his brown gaze seemed to be like melted chocolate, and that there was a hunger that could only be sated by physical contact.

My head felt light, and I took in a breath when I could feel his lips ghost over my collarbone, then down my chest. Suddenly his hot mouth was on one of my nipples. My body felt alive, my hands going up and grasping his hair once more. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan. I could feel his teeth graze my skin, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud, and sucking most sinfully. His large hands gripped at my hips, almost to the point where it could be called painful.

Alcibiades' hands disappeared from my hips and up to remove the rest of my clothes. His mouth left my nipple, and I cried out; his mouth brought such pleasure to me. His bronze skin seemed to glow in the setting sun. Once more did I feel his mouth on me, but not any where on my chest, but the side of my mouth. I tilted my head slightly, so that I might be able to feel his lips on mine, but they were there. He kissed the other side of my mouth. My eyes closed, and I waited, suspended in the air. It felt like I was waiting like prey, waiting for the predator to finish me off.

His mouth crashed down onto mine, and I let out a low groan because the electricity raced down my body, straight to my groin. I felt his tongue brush my lips, and I opened mine. Immediately he crushed what little of my control I had left. My fingers tightened in his hair, and brought him close to me as much as I could. His mouth was hot and addicting.

However, that was short lived when he froze. Everything in him froze. He reached up and pulled my fingers from his hair, a pained expression on his face. When he opened his eyes, they were no longer holding lust, but something like sadness. I was about to speak to him, when he shook his head at me. He moved away from me, to sit at the edge and the foot of the bed. Alcibiades shook his head again when I went to move to him.

"Caius." He said calmly, there was no hunger in them, only calmness. A knot in my stomach appeared as I lifted my right hand to touch my lips. I saw that his shoulders sagged, like he was lost to something and I couldn't pull him out of it.

"Yes, Alcibiades?" I asked, and I knew that he had tasted it on my tongue, my mouth. A frown flitted on his face, and he looked to me. He nodded his head, I knew what he knew.

"I cannot do…this with you because you have consumed alcohol. I will not do it because it seems like I am taking control of you." He said, then his head lowered, and I saw that he clenched his fists tightly. His eyes closed, and he looked away from me, wanting me not to see the anguish cross his face.

"Alci-" He cut me off with his right hand, his index up. I waited, not knowing what to do.

"Look at me, Caius, look at me." He said, then lifted his arms up in front of himself, as if I were to see something. However, I didn't seem what he wanted me to see. "I am in my mid thirties, and you are not even twenty yet. Our age difference is too much. You will lose your status, as well as mine. I do not think that you would want to be lost to this place. I know I will just go back to the county, to Yana. I do not know where you would go."

Tears prickled at my eyes, and I lifted my clothes back up on my shoulders. I knew what was to come next, he would want me to leave, and never talk to him again. "I see now, Alcibiades-dear, that you do not want to be with me because our age differences and that you'll lose your status. I know that I do not care if I loose my status if I am in a relationship with another man." I stood from his bed, and I looked down to him.

"It is not that I want to loose my status, its just…" He couldn't finish his sentence, and I saw that.

It was clear.

He didn't want to loose his status as a General. "It is fine, Alcibiades, I understand." I said and walked out of the door; unaware that he had the same feelings for me. That he was just scared to admit his feelings aloud.

I didn't know.