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But Rhys wasn't so easily appeased. He slid off Kael's lap and stood on the ground, pushing Kael's hands away from his waist. He crossed his arms, his lower lip jutting out in a perfect pout. "Because you didn't tell me before you left, you are being punished. I won't let you kiss me from now on."
With that dramatic declaration, he spun on his heel and marched out of the room.
Kael froze, a look of pure panic on his face. No kissing? The thought of being denied his "daily doses" of Rhys was more terrifying than any black-cloaked assassin. "Rhys, wait!" he called, scrambling to his feet and running after him, ready to beg, plead, and coax his way out of this dreadful punishment.
Inside Draven's room, the kiss deepened, growing more intense with every passing second. Silas took the lead, straddling Draven's lap on the bed. He devoured Draven's lower lip with a hunger that made the instructor watch him with a sense of wonder. Draven, still clad only in his towel, returned the favor with equal fervor, his own mouth working on Silas's upper lip.
The kiss turned fiery when Silas slid his tongue into Draven's mouth. Draven welcomed the exploration, his hands gripping Silas's waist to support him, before his own tongue met Silas's in a dominant dance. The passionate kiss continued for nearly sixteen minutes when Silas felt a familiar heat pooling low in his gut. His own member was already solid and hard against Draven's stomach. He shifted, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck, but as he glanced down, his eyes widened.
At some point during their heated exchange, Draven's towel had loosened and fallen away, leaving nothing to the imagination. Draven's own throbbing member was rock-hard, saluting him with all its might. Silas swallowed hard.
Draven chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. He captured Silas's lips again and whispered against them, "See enough?" Without waiting for an answer, he slid a hand inside Silas's pants, closing his fingers around his erection. He moved to Silas's ear, his warm breath a direct assault on Silas's senses. "You can take mine, too," he murmured. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, but we can help each other a little, right?"
All resistance melted from Silas's body. His face was already crimson as his own hand hesitantly moved to grasp Draven's length. It was so large his hand could barely fist around it.
Draven locked their lips again, and as his hand began to stroke Silas's throbbing member, Silas did the same. The more he stroked, the more Draven moaned into the kiss, their passion escalating. At some point, Draven tugged Silas's pants down, tossing them aside. Now Silas was half-naked, clad only in his t-shirt, while Draven was fully nude, tangled together in a hot mess on the bed.
After ten minutes of this maddening friction, a desperate moan ripped from Silas's throat. "Ahh! Draven! I-I'm going to..." Before he could finish, a hot, white mess erupted from his member, splattering across Draven's chest and stomach.
Draven didn't stop kissing him, his mouth relentless. Spurred on, Silas quickened his pace, his hand moving faster and faster on Draven's shaft. The slick sounds of their kiss echoed through the room.
About five minutes later, Draven's breath grew ragged. He pulled back just enough to look into Silas's dazed eyes as his own hand deepened their kiss, tilting Silas's head. Silas's hand became a blur.
"Ahh! Silas! More… faster…" Draven moaned, his body arching.
A huge amount of his own white release pulsed from his member, coating Silas's t-shirt. For a moment, they both stilled, breathing heavily, before their eyes met again. Their lips found each other once more, this time in a series of slow, gentle kisses that lasted for two more minutes, a tender end to their fiery reunion.
Silas peeled off his messy shirt, and Draven, without a word, scooped him up and carried him into the shower. Silas still had another class to attend, and he had no intention of going while he was this sticky.
They showered together amidst clouds of steam and a series of fiery kisses. Draven was ever respectful of Silas's boundaries, never pushing for more than what they had already shared. During a lull, he murmured against Silas's wet skin, "Babe, you're amazing. I've… used my hand before, but it never felt this good."
Silas kissed him back, a deep, intense press of their lips. "This was my first time doing anything like this with anyone," he confessed. "And it felt incredible, too."
After another five minutes, they finally stepped out of the shower. Draven gently helped Silas dry off before drying himself. They used a pair of air-magic infused tools to quickly dry their hair, a quiet hum filling the room. Silas changed into a fresh set of clothes, a black tee and gray pants while Draven dressed in a practical warrior's uniform.
As Silas pecked Draven's lips one last time, his mind shifted back to the pressing danger. "Draven," he said, his tone suddenly serious. "I think I can help you with the investigation into those black-cloaked people."
Draven's eyes widened. He remembered Silas's unique ability to read information, a detail he'd completely forgotten in the chaos. A spark of hope, the first he'd felt in days, lit up his expression. He shot up from the bed, grabbing Silas by the shoulders. "Yes, Silas! Your skill! You can use it to check them, can't you?"
Silas nodded. "They're dead, so I might not be able to get their exact details, but I should be able to get something important from their bodies."
"That's enough," Draven said, his grip tightening with excitement. "Let's go. I can get you to the bodies. Just don't reveal anything in front of the others."
Silas agreed, and they quickly left the apartment.
They made their way to a magically chilled room in the infirmary where two of the corpses were being preserved. They weren't the only ones there. Kael was bent over one of the bodies, a frustrated look on his face, while Rhys stood beside him, watching with cold, calculating eyes. Apparently, Kael had finally coaxed his boyfriend into forgiving him by appealing to his curiosity about the attackers. Two other academy instructors, acting as researchers, were also present, conducting their own tests and completely ignoring their arrival.
"Silas?" Kael looked up. "You're here to see these fools, too?"
Silas offered a small smile and a nod, his gaze flicking to Rhys. He knew that as a prince, Rhys had his own power and stake in the Imperium's security. Rhys met his gaze and gave a subtle, almost imperceptible nod in return ,a silent acknowledgment.
Draven looked at Silas, nodding to indicate he should begin.
Focusing his gaze on the two pale bodies on the slabs, Silas activated his ability. "Divination."
A gentle, white light, invisible to everyone else, bloomed in his pupils. Two panels of information materialized in his vision.
[**Experiment 204 (Felis)**]
Class: Warrior
Level: 30
Skills: Controller of Dark Element (Novice)
Real Identity: Follower of Dark *** *****]
[**Experiment 143 (Frank)**]
Class: Mage
Level: 30
Skills: Controller of Dark Element (Novice)
Real Identity: Follower of Dark *** *****]
Silas frowned. The information was both illuminating and deeply troubling. They were experiments. And they could control the dark element, an ability exceedingly rare in humans but common to one race; Demons. One of the three great powers on the planet.
And "Follower of Dark..."? The last two words were blurred, obscured as if by a veil. He understood immediately. His own power was insufficient to pierce the secret completely. But he had more than enough to go on.
Draven and Silas left the chilled room, the quiet hum of the preservation magic fading behind them. As they walked through the empty corridors, Silas recounted everything his Divination skill had revealed. The more Draven heard, the deeper the frown on his face became.
"So, who do you think is behind these people?" Draven mused, running a hand through his hair. "They're clearly human."
Silas nodded, his own expression grim. "Demons," he said, his voice low. "It has to have something to do with them. These people are some kind of experimental rats. And that last sentence... 'Follower of Dark' with two words missing."
Draven's eyes narrowed. "We need to get to the library. See if we can find anything related to this 'Dark' entity."
Silas agreed. They still had about an hour before their next class, so they headed towards the canteen. On the way, they ran into Theron and Jacob. A few minutes later, Kael and Rhys joined their table.
Throughout lunch, the mood was subdued. Silas, Draven, and Rhys were all lost in thought, their food forgotten.
Kael noticed Rhys's dark expression and placed a comforting hand on his. "Rhys, don't worry about those people," he said softly. "The other instructors are on it. They'll find a clue soon."
Rhys just nodded, picking at his food.
Jacob, however, saw that Draven and Silas were just as distracted. He cared about his new friends and hated seeing them so tense. He decided to try and lighten the mood with some fresh gossip.
"I heard that Theron actually discovered something," Jacob announced, a bit too cheerfully.
Everyone at the table turned to look first at him, then at Theron. Theron nodded. "Yes, Jacob's right. I have a friend who works in the infirmary labs. He told me they found something in the bodies."
Kael leaned forward. "We were just there a moment ago. We didn't see anything."
"My friend was doing research in his own private lab," Theron explained, shaking his head. "He collected some blood from the corpses earlier and found an interesting fact."
"What?" Kael pressed.
Draven, Silas, and Rhys all looked up, their full attention now on Theron.
Jacob delivered the punchline. "They found out that the attackers were all dark element users."
Rhys's face went pale. He breathed a single, horrified word, "Demons."
Kael stared at Jacob, the color draining from his own face. He'd never even considered that possibility.
Draven and Silas exchanged a knowing look. Having already learned the details from Silas's ability, they weren't as shocked as the others.