Exile (21 page)

“Yeah,” Selena answered, burying herself in her blankets, “I don’t know what you’ve been doing… and I don’t want to know, lest Zephyr decide it’s time for petty jealousy to take control, but it has helped him, in some ways.”

“I don’t think it was just me,” Aless replied. “He… he really respects you, Selena, I’d never be able to take what part of him already belonged to you.”

Selena rolled back onto her side and into the comfort of her bed.

“You know, it’s kinda funny, in my opinion,” Aless declared, standing up and pacing in front of Selena’s bed.

Selena sat up. “What?”

Aless laughed. “Now
that’s
more like it.”

“W-what?” Selena asked.

“Seeing you lying down while the whole monastery is descending into chaos doesn’t suit you. You weren’t acting like Selena for a minute there.”

Selena frowned. “And what does ‘Selena’ act like?”

“She doesn’t let anything get in her way,” Aless replied, turning around, “and in a time like this, she’d heal herself up and deal with her problems when we actually had time to, rather than sulking about it.”

“You’re a mean person.”

“We need you, Selena. Without you, who is going to trap Cyril and myself when we go feral?” he asked. “It’s your business what you choose to do, but try to pull it together until the monastery is stable again.”

Selena was stillstaring at himwhen he exited the room.

Chapter 22

T
HAT
night Corin found himself wandering toward Aless’s room, despite his personal exhaustion. He had reread the document about fifty times, tried copying it down at one point, read the book Kateline had given him earlier, but nothing seemed to reveal anything more than what he, and the other guardians, already knew. He even tried to get a scribe to copy the document into Common, but none of it really translated properly, he noted with a frown. A lot of the original intent in the words was gone, and he wondered if it was his fault for not being good enough at Common.

He hadn’t seen the other guardians during dinner, and he could only assume they had all been busy with research. It still would’ve been nice for Master Selena to check in and show him she was all right, or for Aless to come give him some company while he read over the texts. He hadn’t spent a day alone in a very long time, usually being bothered by Adelle, Master Selena, and Aless all at separate points. The scribe had been cold, not providing Corin with any conversation while he attempted to translate the document.

Corin stood in front of Aless’s bedroom door. It made him nervous, in a sense, and he couldn’t help but feel a little daunted to approach the older man in this way, even if Aless had been the one to ask him first. Corin was a virgin, though, and Aless was not. He flushed—what if he wasn’t good at all?

He moved his arm up, closing his eyes. There was a chance this would be the last time he’d have the opportunity to do this, and he didn’t want to waste it. Despite only meeting Aless a week ago he felt so connected to the older man. Aless made him feel welcome; Aless always made him blush….

Corin finally moved his hand to the door, giving two knocks. It was now or never; given the situation and how the restraints were crumbling, he had to take it. Aless opened the door almost immediately, standing there with only pants and tunic on, pulling him inside.

“I almost thought you weren’t going to show up,” Aless commented, carefully shutting the door behind him, taking a moment to close a few latches, lest someone decide to walk in on them.

“I didn’t see you at dinner,” Corin commented. “I was busy reading that text the entire time. The servants were really confused.”

“I was talking with Selena,” he explained, “as strange as that sounds.”

“Is Master Selena okay?” Corin asked.

“She’ll be fine,” he explained. “Piers’s restraints broke. She was pretty shaken up about it. She doesn’t seem to hate me as much as before, which is good news, at least.”

“Does that mean she’s okay with us talking to each other?” Corin asked, “and you training me?”

“She’ll come around. She’s at least warmer to the idea now, but enough about that. I don’t want to think about Selena tonight,” he finished, finally pressing his lips against Corin’s.

After the day’s events, after all of the stress it had entailed, it was still so easy to simply lean over and
kiss
the other man. There was something about Aless’s presence that was so soothing to Corin. Every time the older man touched him he felt at ease—as if there was no place better for him. It was almost surreal for Corin to be so close with the older man. Here he was, the least useful spell caster in the entire monastery, about to be bedded by one of the five guardians, the legendary exile to boot!

“It’s not too late to back out,” Aless said, pulling away and playing with a lock of Corin’s soft, black hair.

Corin glanced at Aless’s bed. “I want to do this,”he reassured Aless, stepping back and walking over toward the bed, sitting on the edge. He blushed, staring straight at Aless. He bit his lip, locking eyes with Aless and spreading his legs slowly.

Aless practically ran over, jumping on Corin and pushing him against the mattress. He moved his hand to the top of Corin’s shirt, practically tearing open the buttons to gain access to the younger man’s chest. He pulled the garment open, dragged it off Corin, and threw it against the wall. He licked his lips, running a hand down his hard, muscular chest. His body came directly from his Far East side, Aless was sure of it. He was almost completely hairless, as far as Aless had seen, only having a light dusting of hair below his navel.

Aless leaned over, hardly able to keep his hands in one place for long. There was so much he hadn’t been given the chance to touch, and he was anxious to show him a whole new world of pleasure. Judging by Corin’s reactions, Aless had determined he had to be a virgin, or at least inexperienced. Corinwasn’t returning his caresses yet, and while Aless didn’t mind, it did make him reconsider how to approach the situation. He wanted to be sure Corin would enjoy himself during this encounter, lest it be the only chance they get.

Corin was overwhelmed by the sensations, feeling his eyes practically roll back. Aless’s hands felt incredible, and the man was leaving nothing untouched. Corin moved his hands to Aless’s back, trying to tug the older man onto him. He wanted more contact. Corin groaned as Aless licked down the column of his throat, sucking at the spot between his collar bones, almost touching the top of the clan’s symbol.

Corin shuddered. He wrapped his legs around Aless’s waist, pulling them together.Aless ground his hips down against Corin’s, giving a low groan.

He panted, brushing some hair out of Corin’s face. “Never thought you’d be the type,” Aless teased, grinding down again.

Corin movedhis hand toward the bottom of Aless’s tunic, attempting to tug the garment up. “W-what?” he asked.

Aless grabbed Corin’s wrists and pinned them above his head, trapping them beneath one of his hands, much to Corin’s obvious annoyance. He’d let Corin have his fun later, for now Aless wanted to show Corin how good he could make Corin feel. Aless moved his hand to the top of Corin’s pants, beginning to unlace the front as quickly as he could. He slid his hand into the loosened garment, gripping the younger man’s arousal.

Corin groaned. “I want to touch you,” he said, attempting to move his arms out of Aless’s tight grip.

“In a second,” Aless replied, moving his calloused thumb over the head of Corin’s cock. Corin groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he thrust blindly into Aless’s tight grip.

“Please,” Corin moaned, and suddenly all the contact was gone. Corin sat up, watching as Aless rolled over, looking at Corin. “W-what?” Corin asked, panting.

“If you want to touch me,” Aless teased, spreading his legs, “then touch me.”

Corin felt something break inside him, and suddenly he was moving from instinct alone. He climbed on top of Aless, tore open his tunic and threw it to the side so he could touch whatever he could get his hands on. Corin could barely even register what he was doing. One minute he was licking Aless’s chest, the next he was biting the guardian’s neck. He could barely contain his arousal, almost tearing Aless’s belt in two as he tried to disrobe the guardian.

Aless almost winced, hearing a loud rip as Corin managed to tear his pants open, throwing the ripped remains to the side. He admired Corin, grinning. The younger man hadn’t bothered to refasten his pants. He was utterly shocked at the passion Corin was showing. Where had this man been during their spars? He attempted to sit up, only to find a strong hand pushing him down. Aless almost chuckled—it was Corin’s turn now, and he’d let the young man have his fun.

Corin gave Aless a chaste kiss, pulling back and trailing a hand down Aless’s chest. He remembered it feeling incredible when Aless had rubbed his cock, but he wanted to outdo the older man. Corin didn’t even understand where this confidence was coming from, but it was almost as if there was a voice inside his head, calling for him to touch the other man, to kiss the other man, to make
love
to Aless.

He began kissing a path down Aless’s chest, following the light dustings of hair. Corin licked his lips, staring down at Aless’s cock, flushed and hard as a rock. Corin blushed, hardly believing what his body was telling him to do. He moved a hand around the base of Aless’s cock, fisting it and running his thumb up and down the shaft experimentally. When Aless gave a choked moan he couldn’t resist, licking his lips and leaning over, taking the head of Aless’s cock into his mouth. Aless bucked his hips up instinctively, and Corin smiled at this, humming lightly and removing his fist, allowing the older man full access to his throat.

By the spirits, Corin felt amazing, Aless noted, giving another hoarse moan as Corin licked his erection. His throat kept tensing at random intervals, a trait the experienced never possessed, much to Aless’s disappointment. Corin was the best of both worlds—an inexperienced man who had natural instincts Aless had never seen. Aless had lost his virginity to his old master, and he remembered it being far more awkward than this. He hadn’t known what to do and had lain back, allowing his master to have his way with him while he barely moved. He was grateful for Corin’s enthusiasm, though. It allowed him to take a more submissive position, which he preferred.

Though, Aless thought, allowing another groan to escape his lips, Corin’s enthusiasm was bringing him to the edge. He flushed bright red, gripping Corin’s hair and pulling it up, shuddering when Corin looked up curiously, licking his lips.

“What’s wrong?” Corin asked.

Aless flushed. “You’re getting me too close.”

“Oh….”

“It’s okay. I’m not really gonna complain,”Aless said, stepping out of bed and walking over to a cabinet. He rifled through the drawers and pulled out a small bottle of oil before walking back toward the bed and sitting down.

“What’s that for?” Corin asked, watching curiously as Aless poured a bit on his palm.

“It’ll make this easier,” Aless explaining, gripping Corin’s cock with his slick hand, doing his best to cover the organ with as much oil as possible. It had been a while since he had slept with anyone, let alone been on the receiving end during an encounter. He climbed onto Corin’s lap, straddling his hips and positioning Corin at his entrance.

Aless began easing himself down, gritting his teeth to adjust to the large intrusion. He gripped Corin’s arm tightly, digging his nails in while he tried to adjust. Had it really been that long, Aless wondered, leaning over and giving Corin a small kiss as he waited for the pain to pass. During his exile he hadn’t seen anyone, but even when he had been sleeping with a different apprentice every night there had always been an initial moment of pain.

Corin bit his lip, hardly able to contain his moans. By the spirits, Aless was tight. He hadn’t expected to find himself in this position, but he was enjoying it immensely. Aless suddenly began moving himself up, thrusting down onto Corin’s lap, attempting to get a good angle, to hit the spot he knew would give him immense pleasure.

Corin gripped Aless’s hips, attempting to meet the older man’s thrusts. He could barely think. Aless was just so hot and so tight—

“Expel your natural mana,” Aless commanded, pulling himself down on a particularly nice angle, beginning to speed up his thrusts.

“What?” Corin asked, confused by the command.

Aless groaned, tightening his grip on Corin’s arm. “When we were in the Water Temple, your mana made me come.”

Corin flushed, obeying Aless’s command. He began releasing his mana into the room, feeling it combine with Aless’s. Sweat began forming on his skin as he thrust back up into Aless’s body, attempting to drive the older man down harder.

Aless groaned, finally feeling Corin’s mana in his skin. It was as if an aphrodisiac had been injected into his blood. He suddenly climbed off Corin’s lap, ignoring Corin’s complaints and propping himself onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs apart.

Corin adapted to the change in position quickly, taking a moment to position himself before driving himself deep into Aless. The older man groaned below him, encouraging Corin to begin a vicious pace. Aless dug his hands into the blankets, groaning and arching his back toward Corin. By the spirits, he was getting close. It was somehow more overwhelming than the experience in the temple, and Aless wasn’t sure he’d be able to last another second. Corin moved a hand between his legs, pumping Aless’s cock and the older man lost it, giving a loud moan and spilling his seed onto Corin’s hand.