Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 11:31:05 +0000
From: Guy Cornelius <magesofcornelia@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Mages of Cornelia 5/gay/sci-fi

Disclaimer: All the usual rules apply, if you are too young blah blah,
shouldn't be reading this, etc etc but seriously, who is going to know!
Also, this story may contain acts of a gay sexual nature so if this offends
you:

1) How the hell did you come to be reading this anyway? Is there something
you want to tell me?
2) Don't be such a homophobe...we are still people!
3) I suggest you leave now and find help.

Authors Note: This is the fifth chapter of my first ever attempt at a nifty
story so its still a bit shaky but bear with me. Hopefully I will improve
soon =).
Also, it has come to my attention that I made a bit of a boob in the first
chapter! It would appear Jake actually started out being called Marcus and
for this I must apologise! I got a bit confused!!! Also, some people have
asked about the short segment at the very beginning of the story. This is a
small taster of things to come and it will be explained eventually (I
promise...no really, I will explain it, it might just take a little while!)

Part 5.

      "Just follow me. The first thing we are going to do is just walk
around the village for a bit. Now, as you can see, this square we are on now
is pretty much the centre of the village and the market is here every day
for anything you might need. This is actually really handy because I want to
try and minimise the amount of time you have to spend out of the house on
your own. We still don't know if Angelique has any spies in this village so
you have to be really carefully, at least until we have got you trained up a
bit!" By the time Rynor had finished talking the two of them had walked
around the whole square and were starting to walk down a side road.
      "Wait," said Jake, "I recognise this road. The royal burial mounds are
over there aren't they?"
      "Well...er...yes. Jake do you mean to tell me you can remember this road
from when you were a little baby?"
      "What? Oh, no, don't be ridiculous! Dominic bought me down here when I
first arrive just before we went to your house."
      "WHAT? Dominic had you walking around the village in those strange
clothes? You didn't come straight to my house? Oh this isn't good!"
      "Oh Rynor, would you calm down! What's the worst that could have
happened? So someone might have seen me wearing strange clothes. Who cares,
they will probably think it is just some weird Eastern fashion!"
      "No Jake. You aren't thinking into this far enough. Angelique sent
those agents to Earth to kill you all but as we know, they failed. By some
great mercy you were spared and Angelique knows that so we must assume that
she will be expect you. Now, if you were an evil tyrant and one of your
spies tells you that a boy matching the age of the only true heir to the
throne has been sighted wearing strange clothes that match those the King
and Queen were wearing when they were killed would you not get just a little
bit suspicious?" Jakes face went pale.
      "If Angelique's spies are any good, which they are, they will know
what you look like so you are just going to have to stay in the house until
we are ready to get things started." Jake and Rynor both turned and ran back
to the square where, not wishing to draw attention to themselves, they
slowed to a brisk walk and within a minute they were back in the house.
      "Ok. I didn't want to have to start this yet but we are going to have
to start your training today rather than getting you accustomed to the area.
Right. I think we will start with the sword. Follow me." With that, Rynor
walked in to the kitchen and out a door Jake was sure want there before. As
he walked through this door, he couldn't help but shiver but he dismissed it
as cold from a draught outside or something similar. It wasn't until he
walked through the door that he realised it wasn't a door to the outside but
a door in to another room. However, he was far to amazed by what he saw to
think on this any more. He was now standing in a huge room about the same
size as the whole house. It had no windows but it had flaming torches
attached to the walls in little alcoves. It seemed to be completely empty
apart from a large square drawn on the floor and some six foot tall wooden
posts stuck in the floor in the corner. This was all inconsequential in
Jake's eyes though. He was completely transfixed by a rack of weapons of
various sorts. There were swords, clubs, maces, morning stars, spears,
javelins, bows and shields amongst a few more unique looking implements that
Jake could not name.
      "This," said Rynor, turning to look at Jake, "is the training room.
Get to know it because you are going to be spending a lot of time here! Ok,
we don't have time to dither about so come here." Rynor beckoned him over
and Jake eagerly complied. "Now, obviously swords are very dangerous
implements so we are going to be starting your training with these canes
otherwise you might lose an arm and that wouldn't be very helpful to our
cause now would it!"
      "Er, no." Jake shuddered and rubbed his arm.
      "Here. Take this." Rynor handed him a wooden cane about the length of
a sword. It looked to be pine but Jake wasn't sure, especially now he was on
an alien planet. "Right. Hold it like this...good, just like you are holding a
sword. Now, the most important thing to remember is always, always keep the
tip up. From this position you can defend just about any attack that comes
your way. Ok, I am going to attack you and I want you to try and block me so
I can see what natural skill you may or may not have." With that Rynor
lunged straight at Jake and before he could react, Jake was doubled over
clutching his stomach.
      "Ow. That hurt. Was that really necessary?" No sooner had he said this
than Rynor came at him again, this time swiping for his left side. However,
this time Jake was able to knock his cane out the way before it hit him.
"Ha, not so smug now...OW!" Having deflected Rynor original blow Jake had left
himself completely open and quick as a flash Rynor smacked him on his right
hip.
      "You must always be aware of how your actions will affect your
opportunities in advance. You must always try to be two strokes ahead of
your opponent otherwise you WILL be defeated. Come on, again!" For the next
two hours Rynor kept this up and at the end Jake was showing a marked
improvement.
      "Very good," said Rynor, with a huge grin on his face, "you may be
quite the swordsman yet! But, now we rest." Rynor lead the way back to the
kitchen and again Jake was perplexed to feel himself shiver as he walked
through the door but didn't think to ask Rynor about it. "Soon Dominic will
be returning to teach you all about magic and how to use it but until then I
need to get you at least proficient with a sword just in case." Over the
next two weeks Rynor pushed Jake to the limits and by the end of this period
he was quite good with the sword, the spear and the morning star and fairly
adequate with a bow.
      "Well, you have done very well Jake; you appear to be a natural at
this. Come, let us spar." Jake moved over to the weapon rack and reached for
his cane. "Not with that. I have something for you." Jake was intrigued,
what on earth could it be? Rynor went to a chest Jake had never noticed
before. This confused him greatly because he prided himself on his
observation skills and whenever he was in this room he kept missing things.
Before he could ask, as he had been meaning to do for many days, Rynor had
opened the chest and was brining out a long wooden box.
      "This," said Rynor, staring at the box with an intense reverie in his
eyes, "was made by the Royal Smiths many, many generations ago. It was made
for King William V after he won a great battle against his enemies. It is
said he was so feared that it was commissioned by another of his enemies
from the time as a peace offering. However it was created, this is the sword
we have decided we think you should use. It seems only right that the Royal
Family reinstate themselves with one of their own relics." With that, Rynor
knelt down in front of Jake and presented him the box on outstretched arms.
Jake cautiously opened the lid of the box and was greeted by a view of the
most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The handle was inlaid with gold
filigree, rubies and emeralds; the pommel was an enormous diamond about the
size of a peach stone. However, it was the blade of the sword that really
drew his attention. It was of the purest, darkest black he had ever seen in
his life and there was a midnight blue streak running down the centre of the
blade of either side. It was so shiny and polished that Jake could easily
make out every detail in the ceiling above him. He tentatively reached out
his hand and grasped the decorated handle and was very surprised at how
light the weapon felt. He had expected a great lumbering thing that he would
struggle greatly with but this, this masterpiece was perfect.
      "What metal is this?" he asked incredulously.
      "Nobody knows and we are not of a mind to find out .all you need know
is that it is a very powerful sword and it should serve you very well." As
Jake wielded the sword is flashed in the light and he practised a few
strokes with it to see how it felt. "Right, shall we begin?"
      "Er, ok." Jake was rather nervous because this was the first time the
two of them had ever crossed swords. Normally all Jake had to block was a
cane or a spear handle but here was his teacher, his soldier, his god
preparing to attack him with a real sword.
      "Do not worry Jake. I will not hurt you and you needn't worry about
hurting me HAHAHA." For the whole two weeks Jake had not managed to land a
single blow on Rynor. He had come close on one occasion but was thwarted by
his own feet. "I tell you what, let's make it interesting. If you can land a
blow on me...well...we will think of some form of reward for you."
      "Ok then. Fair enough." They both took their starting positions and
squared up. At first nobody moved. Rynor noticed a strange sort of
concentration in Jake that he had never seen before but just put it down to
the fact there was a possible prize. A minute later, still nobody had moved
so Rynor made the first move. He flicked his sword to the left and then
brought it back towards Jakes left side, just below his ribs. Jake barely
moved but at the last second flicked away Rynor's sword and immediately went
back to the ready position. Rynor was shocked. Something was very different,
Jake had never been like this, and for a start he never had the balance to
even stand this still. Yet here he was, solid as a rock, silent as a monk
and as seemingly as skilled as a Royal Guard. Rynor tried again. This time
he feinted to the right and Jake didn't move so he slashed to his legs and
Jake blocked him with ease. Next Rynor embarked upon a very long string of
moves and Jake was with him on every move. As yet Jake hadn't moved his feet
once but he had blocked every single move Rynor made and it was starting to
vex him. Rynor stepped back and he was panting slightly with one hand on his
hip. It was now that Jake made his move. He advanced upon Rynor with a
complex series of moves and Rynor was forced to back away. Now the fight
really picked up. They were like two titans locked in eternal battle. It was
obvious to Rynor, now, that the sword was in some was affecting Jake but he
was still not perfect. There were many opportunities for Rynor to press home
an advantage and he took full advantage of them. Even so it was a good ten
minutes before anything was achieved. A sword flashed to the right, then to
the left around the other and was quickly thrust forward.
      "ARGH." Rynor jumped back a fraction too late. He looked down and saw
a cut in his tunic about four inches long situated just above his hip. He
covered it with his hand and when he removed it there was a red streak down
the middle. "Well done Jake, it would appear you have one." It was as if a
spell had been broken, Jake immediately broke into a huge smile and lowered
his sword. "What happened there Jake, you were like a different person
entirely!"
      "Really, what do you mean? I just fought the way you taught me to and
I won!"
      "Exactly Jake, you were brilliant, like a Royal Guard. It was like it
wasn't you at all, like you were being controlled by something else."
      "It is quite alright Rynor, Jake just fought exceptionally well." Both
of them span round to the door in surprise and saw Dominic standing in the
doorway with a contented smile on his face.
      "Dominic, you're back!" exclaimed Rynor.
      "I am, but I must leave again. I should only be a few hours this time.
I just wished to let you know that I am back in the village. Now, I must get
some things sorted out. On seconds thought, I will be back in the morning.
Now, Rynor, go and get that cleaned up. Jake, will you help him please?"
      "Certainly Dominic. See you tomorrow." Dominic left the room and Jake
turned back to Rynor. "Why does he keep coming and going? What's he doing?"
      "He is organising many of the details for your return."
      "Mmm, right...ok."
      "Come, I need to get this cleaned up. Will you help me up to the
bedroom?" Jake helped Rynor up and supported him as they went towards the
door. As he moved through into the kitchen he shuddered as he did the first
time he went through this door.
      "Ok, Rynor, I have to ask, why is it that every time I go through that
bloody door I shudder like its really cold or something?"
	"Oh, that's just the effect the magic has on you."
	"Eh? Magic, what magic?"
      "Oh, I thought it was obvious. Right, well structurally that room
isn't there. I was created by magic" said Rynor.
      "Umm, ok" replied Jake somewhat sceptically.
      "Oh come on! You were willing to accept that you are on a different
planet of which you are the rightful king almost instantly but when you are
exposed to a room created by magic you start to get doubts?" exclaimed Rynor
incredulously. "Right, come oh, outside." Jake helped Rynor outside and they
stood looking at the house. "Ok. You see that is the kitchen window...yes?"
      "Yeah, gotcha."
      "Ok, so that is where the room would be" said Rynor pointing to the
alleyway that ran between Rynor's house and the one next door.
      "Er, right. Ok. So that would explain why weird stuff kept happening
in there."
      "What do you mean?"
      "Well, the first time I went into the kitchen I didn't see that door,
and while we were in there stuff kept appearing."
      "Oh, well that is just one of the properties of the room. It was
developed by Dominic you know, oh, and don't worry about the shuddering,
that will pass once your body gets used to crossing the boundary. Right, now
get me upstairs because I am starting to bleed on the cobbles and the
neighbours might get a bit annoyed." Jake and Rynor went upstairs to the
bedroom. Rynor lay down on the bed while Jake went to the bathroom to fetch
some cleaning oils and a bandage.
      "Right, prop yourself up on the pillows and I will get this sorted out
for you." Rynor did as he was told and Jake set to work trying to clean the
wound. After about a minute he said "ok, this really isn't working, just
take the damn tunic off! I keep getting thread and stuff in your cut and if
I miss any it could get infected." Rynor seemed a little hesitant but Jake
looked so innocent and the logic seemed perfectly sound that he sat up and
removed his tunic, leaving him lying on the bed completely naked.
      "Oh Rynor, I hadn't realised I cut you so badly. Why didn't you say
anything?" The cut was quite deep and it ran from just below his belly
button to the top of his right thigh.
      "Its not that bad. Besides, it doesn't really hurt."
      "Ok, well this may sting a little." Jake put some of the cleaning oil
on to a clean cloth and started to dab at the cut. Rynor grimaced and gasped
and Jake quickly pulled his hand back. "I'm sorry Rynor, would it be best if
I did it quickly and got it over with."
      "No, I would rather you did it slowly to make sure it is really clean.
I have had wounds go infected before and it is not a nice experience." Jake
put one hand on Rynor's left hip which caused his manhood to twitch but Jake
pretended not to notice and concentrated on the job in hand. Over the next
ten to fifteen minutes he thoroughly cleaned Rynor's wound but was finding
it harder and harder to ignore his now fully erect member. However, he still
had work to do so did his best to put it out of his mind. Once he had
bandaged up the wound he left his hand directly above Rynor's groin and
looked up into his eyes trying to let all his love and longing flow through
his eyes. Rynor recognised the emotions immediately but knew he must try and
diffuse them.
      "Could you pass me my tunic please? I'm getting a little chilly."
Jakes heart would have broken had he not known that Rynor was only doing it
for their protection. He handed him his tunic but as Rynor bent to put it on
he grimaced again.
      "Here, let me do it" said Jake as he took the tunic back off Rynor.
"Put your arms up." Rynor did as he was told so that he was sitting up on
the bed with is arms in the air and his legs spread in front of him on
either side of Jake who was now kneeling in the middle. Jake slipped the
tunic over his head but as he was sitting down they couldn't put in on quite
properly so Jake shuffled up closer to Rynor, put his arms round him and
clasped the bottom of his tunic and told Rynor to lift himself a little. As
he did so Jake brought the tunic down over Rynor's ass and could not resist
giving it a little squeeze as he did so and lingered longer than necessary,
revelling in the feeling of Rynor's soft flesh in his hands. This thrilled
Rynor just as much as it did Jake and it caused his tool to twitch and,
because of their extremely close proximity, land right on Jake thigh where
it started oozing copious amounts of pre-cum.
      "Now, either there is a snake with a cold on the bed or I am not the
only person enjoying this" said Jake as he ran his hand back round from
Rynor's ass and down the length of his shaft. "Well, I am pretty sure that
isn't a snake" Jake said at a level no more than a whisper. His face was no
more than five inches from Rynor's and as he looked down at the piece of
perfection in his hands he could feel Rynor's breath on his cheek.
      "Jake, please, don't...not yet, it's not right."
      "Why Rynor? Where I lived before, there was nothing wrong with this.
Please..." Jake was clasping the top of Rynor's dick and ran his thumb over
the top causing it to jump. It was coated in some of the cleaning oil so
Jake began slowly moving his hand down to the base where he gave a little
squeeze and then slowly brought it back up causing Rynor to gasp.
      "Uuuuuhhhh...Jake, don't...don't stop...please...don't stop." Encouraged by
this obvious approval, Jake increased the speed with which he pumped up and
down on Rynor's tool. After a few minutes he brought his other hand up to
fondle his balls eliciting another gasp from Rynor.
      "Jake, please, stop, I don't want the first time to be like this. I
want our first time to be special." As he finished saying this he took hold
of Jake's wrist and moved them round behind him onto the pillow, forcing him
to lean forward right in to his kiss. Their kiss was soft and sensual and
all around them seemed no more. There was nothing but the bed they were
sitting on and the pure joy they felt from the caress of their lips. Jake
could not resist and brought his hands back under Rynor's tunic to grasp the
seemingly perfect mounds he found beneath. This caused Rynor to moan
slightly and open his mouth a tiny crack. Jake ran his tongue along Rynor's
lower lip making Rynor open his mouth even more. Seconds later their tongues
where duelling for supremacy but with such intimacy and love that neither
tried to win, they were content to just caress.
      Rynor had his hands on Jakes knees but he now brought them up, under
his tunic on his hips and broke the kiss.
      "Please Jake, not like this, not just yet. Why don't we go and eat?
Talk about things, then, maybe, see how we feel. I don't want you to rush in
to this and regret it later." Jake took hold of one of Rynor's hands and
moved it down on to his full 8 inches that were now as hard as steel,
straining for more and oozing pre-cum.
      "Does it feel like I will regret this later?" he asked.


Authors Note: I would just like to say thank you to everybody who has taken
the time to tell me what they think of the story. As usual all feedback is
most welcome at magesofcornelia@hotmail.co.uk. Also, if you would like to
become part of a mailing list so I can tell you when the next chapter is up
please email me at the above address.
Many thanks again.

Guy