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			    Chapter Thirty-One

   "Your eyes are golden," Paul said to Alexi.
   "Really? Fuck!" Alexi cursed. He turned into a mirror and checked his
reflection. Sure enough, the irises had changed color.
   "Well I know what you did after lunch," Paul said from behind his dark
lenses. "Did you get a good sniff?"
   "If you mean I went and changed his bandages and showed him where the
bathroom is then yeah, you do. Grr, I don't have time to get another pair
o' specs made before dinner."
   "Let's just skip dinner," Paul said flatly. "You really don't want to
see Daphne. She's pissed as hell at you for not walking her back to her
dormitory. And we have enough food in our packs." As if to accentuate this,
he hefted his haversack which practically bulged with leftovers.
   They stopped just outside the hall filled with undead, and Alexi
realized how cold it was here in the ruined part of the school. That and
his feet hurt like hell. This was the price of walking around in shoes that
look pretty but really weren't functional.
   "What's wrong?" Paul asked.
   Alexi just frowned. "I love these heels, but I never should have stolen
them from Gabby's wardrobe. They're so fucking tight; I couldn't imagine
someone with smaller feet, but I guess I found one." He bent at the waist
and rubbed his ankle some.
   Paul gave Alexi a half smile. "You know, beauty is never comfortable."
   "What an odd thing to say," Alexi replied.
   "Think about it, Alexi. All the things that girls do to look nice is
hard work. And even with furniture or clothes, if it looks nice it probably
isn't going to be comfortable."
   Alexi didn't have a comeback for Paul. And in his mind he thought,
Paul's right. So he opened the door and used his necromancy to move the
zombies to one side of the corridor so that they could get through. The two
boys walked past the rotting undead, chatting about exams, and then took a
flight of grimy stairs to the top where Alexi's long wooden planks
straddled the crevasse in the foundation. Making sure not to slip in the
snow by stepping carefully, they made it to the other side where Alexi's
lab and washroom awaited them. That's when Alexi saw the size eleven boot
marks in the snow.
   "Were those here earlier?" Paul asked.
   "No," Alexi replied. Steeling himself, he turned the handle to the lab
and peeked in. I hope those belong to Kian, he thought.
   It turns out they did.
   Kian stood about ten feet away, his back facing them, and he dried his
hair with a towel. Alexi saw Kian had donned his leather boots—the ones
which were made to slip over his metal sabatons—and tightened them into
place via a shiny buckle over the calf muscle. Moisture from his toes had
soaked through to make dark spots on the leather above; these exactly
matched the dimension of his phalanxes and the sight was oddly
arousing. But it was the sight of all that naked skin that brought Alexi to
a full stop; Paul inhaled sharply and froze at the door.
   To be fair, Kian wasn't completely naked; he had the "second-skin" butt
tasset in place (from his alien armor) as well as the profoundly suggestive
codpiece. The latter barely covered Kian's genitals, and it left all his
white-blond pubic hair to spring outward like a thicket. All of the oblique
muscles on Kian's back formed cut ridges under his white skin, and the
dimple above his bubble butt gleamed in the firelight. The butt tasset was
such a minor piece of equipment that it left an inch of crack showing at
the top of Kian's ass and at least the bottom quarter of each gluteus
exposed. Indentions on either side of his glutes hinted at dimples present
under the metal armor. As Kian dried out his hair, his spinal column formed
a raised ridge between the well-defined trapezius and deltoids. There was
so much detail on Kian's back that it was almost over-stimulating, and it
exactly matched what he'd learned in anatomy class.
   After a moment, Kian glanced in their direction and said, "Hello." He
waved and cracked a smile. "Can you shut the door?"
   Paul and Alexi entered the room and obliged the teenager's request. Paul
was visibly sweating, but not because it was too hot in the room.
   "How do you feel?" Alexi asked.
   Kian tossed the wet towel in a rumpled mess on the floor. His damp locks
fell about his face in utter chaos now, and Alexi found himself wanting to
comb it straight. Water gleamed off Kian's muscular chest, dripped down his
pecs and hung from his taught nipples. His defined legs sported sweat
trails down each thigh and into the top of his boots. The boy had removed
all his bandages and only a few red spots remained. The ointment had really
done its job.
   "Great," Kian said. "I can't wait for the stitches to come out. Some of
them itch, and I hope I don't tear one open fighting tonight."
   "F-fighting?" Alexi asked. "There's to be no fighting."
   Kian's expression changed, and Alexi could tell that the boy was trying
to come up with a rebuke for that edict.
   "I don't care what kind of excuse you come up with, I'm not letting you
leave," Alexi said. "Doctor's orders." Then he stepped forward to put his
backpack down on the worktable and instantly regretted it as the pain in
his sore feet flared up. Wincing visibly, he said, "You need to stay
here. I know you feel better, but trust me. The potion I gave you earlier
needs twenty-four hours to complete its cycle. You could undo all the
healing it's managed to accomplish."
   Alexi took another step and stumbled as his heel caught a hole in the
floor planks. He fell forward, but didn't hit the ground. Kian rushed
forward with reflexes that would put a cat to shame and caught Alexi in his
arms.
   "Careful," Kian said. Then, as gingerly as Kian could, he lifted Alexi
to his feet. "That's one way to turn your ankle."
   Alexi marveled that, even in heels, his full height hit to about Kian's
lower lip. Milbar's beard, what I wouldn't give to be taller, he thought.
   "Are you all right?" Kian asked Alexi, crouching down to look him in the
eyes.
   Alexi nodded, heat rising in his cheeks. He turned to Paul who just
stood near the door, fanning his cleavage with his hand. Alexi rolled his
eyes and set his sunglasses down on the workbench. "My feet are just
killing me is all," Alexi said. "I've been walking all day, and –"
   Suddenly Kian gripped Alexi by the waist and effortlessly lifted the
necromancer up and sat him on the worktable. Then Kian knelt on the floor
and took a look at Alexi's gorgeous (but uncomfortable) pumps.
   "These hurt your feet?" Kian asked gently, looking up at Alexi through
damp bangs. Alexi swallowed hard and imagined placing his soles on Kian's
broad and muscular shoulders.
   "Yes," Alexi whispered, heart pounding in his chest.
   Deftly, Kian undid the jeweled clasps and slipped Alexi's feet one at a
time out of the pumps. Then Kian took Alexi's right foot and pressed his
strung thumbs to the underside, kneading the sore plantar and
fascia. Kian's strong hands had just the right pressure, and they felt like
magic. "Just relax, Alexi," Kian said. "You've earned this." The warm touch
of his skin had an immediate effect in diminishing Alexi's stress.
   After a minute, Alexi closed his eyes and felt every tight muscle in his
body start to unwind. This was the best foot rub he'd ever gotten, not that
he had much to compare with. Shortly after this realization, Kian switched
to Alexi's other foot and rubbed it for a good five minutes.
   "Hi, I'm Paulina," Paul said stepping forward and holding out his hand.
   This was really the first time that Alexi recalled ever feeling mad at
Paul.
   Kian stopped working Alexi's foot and stood. Rather than grip Paul's
hand (like a guy would shake another guy's hand) Kian took Paul's fingers,
raised them to his lips, and kissed them with a slight bow. "Another lovely
lady," Kian said. "My name's Kian. Kian Lightfoot."
   Paul stepped forward and brushed his fingers across the top of Kian's
alabaster pecs. "Your skin is so nice and smooth...we should probably get
you a shirt or something. Right, Alexi? I mean," Paul swallowed, mouth
slightly agape. "We wouldn't want you to catch cold or anything."
   Kian grinned and clasped Paul's fingers. "Does my hand feel cold?" he
asked.
   Paul shook his head. "N-no it feels very warm. Very nice, actually."
   Kian glanced at his armor on the floor. "I was just going to put my
killsuit back on. It's comfortable, and I feel safe in it. I can even sleep
in it without too much trouble. Are you two ladies...?" Kian kind of
bounced his index finger back and forth between Paul and Alexi, as if there
were an uncomfortable question lingering on the tip of his tongue that he
deemed inappropriate.
   Suddenly Alexi got what Kian was asking. "An item? You're asking if
we're dating? No...right, Paulina?"
   Paul shook his head. "Definitely not. Just friends. Not lesbian friends
but single...lonely...friends. I mean...we like hot guys, but our studies
have kept us non-sociable so...yeah...just single. And available."
   "Very available..." Alexi echoed.
   Kian chuckled and boxed Alexi in with his forearms, both palms pressed
against the tabletop and the weight of his body carried forward into his
muscular shoulders. He leaned into Alexi so that his hot breath could play
against the necromancer's throat. Alexi heard Kian sniff him, and it
reminded Alexi of a puppy exploring the world. Then Kian said, "Guys are
stupid. Sometimes they don't see a good thing sitting right in front of
their eyes."
   After saying that, Kian gave Alexi the most devastating stare he'd ever
been handed and then licked Alexi's throat. He followed through with a kiss
just below the ear. Alexi gasped at the electric touch of Kian's teeth and
lips; Alexi arched his back, propping himself up on one hand to keep from
crashing into his lab equipment. Kian nibbled at the skin beneath Alexi's
jaw and then pulled back for a second, only to plunge at him to deliver a
kiss that soon had Alexi soaring with the moon and the stars.
   Alexi parted his lips and Kian pushed his tongue inside, all the while
opening and closing his own in a move that shoved moist heat into Alexi's
quivering body. Kian felt scalding, strong, and alive; it didn't seem
possible that such a man could be sucking and licking at his mouth; Alexi
felt awash in Kian's testosterone.
   In fact he drowned in it.
   Alexi pressed against Kian and the boy whispered, "Slower...that's
it...don't bite me but let my mouth...play...on yours," and their tongues
lolled across one another. "Take your time," Kian whispered. "I'm not going
anywhere." Kian's breath washed scorching across Alexi's chin. "Pretend I'm
a frozen treat and just enjoy me." Alexi reached up with his other hand and
gripped Kian's neck and felt the cords of muscle spring taut under his
fingertips.
   Milbar's beard, Alexi thought, he's so lean and wiry.
   Kian parted from Alexi's lips to drag Paul into their exchange of body
fluids. Once they started heavily snogging, Alexi leaned forward and sucked
on Kian's left nipple. He ran his tongue over the pap, flicked it, and
lapped the bud like a dog; in just a few seconds it grew hard. Kian reacted
by twining his fingers in Alexi's long hair and applying pressure to the
back of Alexi's head. This pressed his face harder into Kian's chest.
   "Oh god," Paul said, between gasps. His tongue slid along Kian's, who
turned his head to the side for deeper penetration. The sloppiness of their
exchange matched the sound Alexi made as he suckled and gently bit down
upon Kian's skin. "Your—mouth—is—so—incredible," Paul said,
almost hyperventilating.
   Kian turned back to Alexi and reached up and cupped Alexi's fake
breasts, squeezing them with his hands.
   "Wait," Alexi said.
   Kian immediately stopped and pulled back, and a questioning expression
took over his face. Carefully he removed his hands from the front of
Alexi's dress, and Kian's face flushed with blood. "Did I do something
wrong?" he asked, voice quiet as a mouse. "I'm sorry if I did. I just
presumed you were into—"
   Alexi shook his head. "It's not that. I-I'm lying to you." He said, and
then paused. "We're lying to you. But me more so than him."
   Kian's eyes narrowed in confusion. "Him?"
   "I'm a guy," Alexi said. "Not like you, obviously, but I have man
parts. Paulina is transitioning. Her boobs are real, but as far as I know
she still has her—"
   "Penis?" Paul asked. "The word is penis. And yeah I still have
it. Thanks, a lot, Alexi."
   Alexi just stared at Paul for a minute. Both of them breathed so heavily
that Alexi likened it to running a mile in hot weather. "We had to tell
him. It's better this way than him finding out the other way, which was
going to happen in probably under a minute if I hadn't said something."
   Paul looked ashen-faced and stared at Kian whose expression was as
placid and as beautiful as ever, but entirely unreadable. The blond
Atlantean swallowed hard and then said, "So I didn't do anything wrong?
Like...you want this...right?" Kian asked, arching one perfectly-shaped
eyebrow.
   "You're still attracted to me?" Alexi asked. Then he shook his head with
his eyes closed. "To us, I mean? God that sounded awful. Am I fucking
dreaming this? Is this even real?"
   Kian nodded and then laughed and Alexi realized "adorable" failed to
describe Kian.
   "You're beautiful and smart. I-I haven't been with anyone for over a
year, and I'm horny as fuck," Kian said. "I'll be honest about that. But
right now you two look like the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. But it
doesn't matter if you're even girls. I love you for who you are."
   Then he leaned in and kissed Alexi again but with even more
ferocity. The heat was on once more, and Kian's fumbling fingers found
their way up Alexi's dress. Alexi felt them grip his panties and rather
than slide them off, Kian ripped the lace underwear in half and tossed them
on the ground. Then Kian got down on his knees, lifted Alexi's dress onto
the table, and took stock of everything he saw.
   Hairless and small, Alexi's erection grew toward Kian's nose. Barely
reaching four inches and hanging above a pair of balls the size of very
small figs, Kian gently swabbed them with his tongue. The warmth and wet
smoothness of the attractive boy's attention sent sensations arcing through
Alexi's tense body like a bolt of lightning. He fell back onto the bench,
sending glass beakers and tubes scattering. Alexi arched his back as he
felt Kian suck on his dick. Kian licked it, fingered it, and then swallowed
it up to the base, all the while covering his teeth with his lips. After
about five minutes, Alexi's body felt an intense rising tide of
sensation. It felt new to him, and he tapped on Kian's head even as Kian
gripped him about the throat with his strong hands.
   It became more difficult for Alexi to draw a breath, and the hypoxia
made him light headed.
   "I'm cumming," Alexi struggled to say. Then a moment later he said,
"Nnnggh," and Kian held his mouth open while Alexi shot into it, splashing
against Kian's white teeth and getting some across his nose and lips.
   Kian let him go, and Alexi gasped for air, but the rush (and the
intensity) left him trembling.
   Then Paul dropped next to Kian (unable to hold himself back) and cleaned
Kian's face with his tongue. Kian threw Paul against the floor, hiked up
Paul's dress and pulled the boy's panties off. Paul's dick was even smaller
than Alexi's, and Kian was able to take the whole thing (twig and berries)
into his warm velvety mouth. Kian probed Paul's body with his fingers, and
squeezed Paul's very real tits in one hand while fingering his butthole
with the other. After five minutes, Paul shot a load into Kian's chest and
splashed white down to his navel. Kian laughed and grinned and tore Paul's
dress open to expose his round boobs.
   "Tethyr's teeth I want to fuck your tits," Kian said.
   Alexi hopped onto the ground and wrapped his arms around Kian's chest,
running his finger through the goo Paul left there. "Make love to me,"
Alexi whispered.
   Kian arched both eyebrows and his look softened to one of devastating
sympathy. "I-I can't," he said. "I want to, but I can't."
   This took Alexi a little by surprise. "Why?"
   "You boys are too tight," Kian said. After a moment of silence, Kian
continued. "Did you guys not take a peek when I was unconscious?"
   Alexi and Paul both looked at each other and then shook their heads
no. "It didn't seem right," Paul said. "Invasion of privacy and all."
   This made Kian smack his sweaty forehead and he leaned back on his
haunches, which had the added effect of making his glistening cum and
sweat-stained abs stand out even better in the light. "I think I should
probably just show you. Do you two want to take a look? I'm not proud of
it, but I was born this way."
   Alexi and Paul didn't hesitate and nodded yes enthusiastically. As if
that weren't enough, Alexi even said, "Yes, please Mr. Kian."
   Kian grinned devilishly and said, "You're adorable. Seriously." Kian
stood up and walked over to the mattress and then sat down with his back
against the wall. "Come on," he said, motioning at his codpiece. He planted
the soles of both boots on the mattress and spread his legs so that Alexi
and Paul could get a full view. They joined him almost instantly. Once
there, Kian popped the metal codpiece off with his long deft fingers. This
had the added effect of causing his skin-tight butt tasset to come
free. When he pulled it off, the largest cock Alexi had ever seen flopped
into view and instantly started to rise.
   "Holy shit," Paul said, in awe. "It's...huge...and so veiny."
   "And so thick," Alexi added. "Milbar's beard you're pale; the blood
vessels have a bluish tint here and there."
   "I bet it tastes delicious," Paul stated. "Please let me taste it."
   "In a minute," Alexi interrupted. Mr. Kian, may I touch it?"
   Kian nodded and then added, "Just Kian, please. I'm pale because I
haven't really gotten sun in a year. I used to be tanned; I guess maybe
getting out of my armor could be healthy once in a while. Guys, I know you
want to play but please lick your hands first. I'm extremely sensitive and
dry skin chafes."
   Paul grabbed a measuring tape and then licked his palm thoroughly. Now
wet, Paul held the tape to the moist white-skinned monster easily as thick
as his forearm, uncut, and one he was able to confirm (a few seconds later)
as being twelve inches erect. Considering Kian's twenty-eight-inch waist,
the huge dick looked freakishly out of place on him. But once Alexi got
used to staring at it, he discovered he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
   Buried in the foreskin was the meatus of the glans. Alexi expected it to
be pink like Kian's nipples, but this thing was the same color as the rest
of Kian's skin. And the base of this gargantuan horse cock was buried in
that thick white-blond bush; it grew over Kian's big balls in strands
several inches long. Those hairy balls were (in turn) the size of mandarin
oranges.
   But that's where the hair stopped. Kian had no hair or discoloration on
the inside of his thighs or on the taint, or up his treasure trail to his
belly button. And Kian's asshole was a pale white pucker that looked so
tight, it would barely accommodate a small finger. And Kian had so little
body fat that the ripped definition of muscles and veins jumped from the
flesh and kept his butt cheeks from even touching.
   Gods this is glorious, Alexi thought.
   Unable to hold himself back any longer, Alexi licked his own palm and
then gripped the tip of Kian's dick in his hand and slowly rolled back the
foreskin. The smell of the ocean wafted to Alexi's nostrils, and Kian
gasped. The blond boy tapped the back of his head against the wall, the
vein in the center of his forehead became more pronounced, and he closed
his eyes while making fists with his hands. Then Kian's mouth popped open
only to close again almost immediately. Kian sucked in his lip and his
chest quaked; his mouth popped open a second time, tongue hanging out and
breath in a pant as his stomach quivered.
   "What?" Alexi asked worried.
   Kian just shook his head and whispered, eyes still closed,
"Nothing...that's bloody perfect. I-it just feels so fuckin' good. Tethyr's
teeth! Please don't stop. Please," Kian begged, chewing on his lower lip.
   As Alexi uncovered the glans, Paul gaped at the size of Kian's
urethra. "I could stick my pinky in that," he said.
   Kian opened his eyes and shook his head, "Please don't. That hurts;
someone's done that to me before. Nnnggh...right there...Alexi." Kian
struggled to catch his breath and shut his eyes again. "I was stretched out
by a thick sound once...it's a kind of catheter...and it broke this thing
inside me that now produces royal jelly. That's the clear fluid you'll see
spurting out in just a second. It's very slippery. You guys are welcome to
jack me off," Kian said desperately, "But please be careful. When I start
cumming, I can't stop, and I won't want you to either. It's hard to
describe. If it goes on too long, it'll paralyze me, and then it may start
to look pink, which is blood. No one's ever let it go that far on me
before, but I'll be at your mercy. As a rule of thumb, just don't let me
cum more than ten minutes. After that, it starts to get painful." Kian's
mouth fell open as Alexi rubbed his thumbs into the sponge-like shaft of
Kian's girth.
   Kian's big balls flexed, and just like he'd said, a drop of clear liquid
appeared at the entrance to Kian's wide urethra. Alexi smoothed it over
Kian's ivory skin with his thumb, and it was incredibly slippery. In fact,
it was better than lube, and it didn't seem to dry out.
   "A little more pressure there," Kian said, sucking on his lip. "And the
thumb over the slit...yeah like that...and down...long even
strokes. Nnnggh...that feels good," Kian said. Now the clear liquid flowed
with every stroke to the top of Kian's head, almost like Alexi was milking
a snake. After a moment, Kian grabbed Paul behind the head and pulled him
close to his mouth, kissed him, and then gave him a command. "Lick my
balls. Suck on them. Do it while Alexi's jacking me."
   Kian scooted down a little more and lifted his left leg so that Paul
could get at his nuts with ease. He just rested the leg across Paul's back.
   "The hair gets in my teeth," Paul complained but Kian just put pressure
with his hand on the back of Paul's head.
   "You can pick them out later," Kian said. "That's it, take one of them
into your mouth," Kian's eyes narrowed to mere slits. The expression on
Kian's sweaty and gorgeous face was one of intense ecstasy.
   "Now do you guys see what I mean?" Kian asked, chest gleaming in sweat
and boots soaked through from underneath. He bent his right knee and rested
his sole on Alexi's thigh. Paul swabbed Kian's balls and even brushed over
his butthole. This made Kian shiver
uncontrollably. "I—would—prolapse—your—arsehole," Kian
breathed. "Oh god..."
   "Are you cumming?" Alexi asked.
   Kian shook his head. "Not yet. It takes a while for me, but the pressure
is there. It's building." Sweat pooled in the hollows of Kian's neck and in
all the crevasses his muscles made on his chest and between his abs.
   Alexi noticed that the royal jelly (which now coated his entire hand)
dripped onto the mattress, and it even started running down his wrist. It
was also starting to look a bit cloudier. Wisps of whiteness, like smoke,
were visible and the viscosity had increased.
   After ten minutes, Kian's body shook and his hands formed claws on the
mattress.
   "Are you cumming now?" Alexi asked, eyes wide in both awe and
horror. Kian's dick was so thick that with Alexi's hand gripped around it
there was still at least an inch of space between his thumb and longest
finger. That and he could feel blood and other liquids moving up the stalk;
Kian's pulse pounded on Alexi's skin.
   "Nnnggh," Kian said, grunting. Sweat poured off his ripped body and he
sucked his lower lip in, biting himself gently with his white teeth. "Don't
stop," he begged, voice just above a whisper. "Alexi...Paulina...Please god
don't stop...don't stop...don't stop...," and then Kian drew in a ragged
breath as his balls flexed. Panting, Kian stared wide at his own urethra as
the first ivory jizz appeared. It was a single pearl, and Alexi had only a
second to appreciate it for its perfect whiteness. Then the string came,
and it shot out with such force it sprayed him in the eyes. Then another
followed suit and another after that. One ropy white mass even hit the
ceiling. A third sprayed halfway across the room. The entire time, Kian
made claws with his fingers, arched his back to make his ribs and sternum
flare, and kicked out with his boots.
   "Shhiiitte!" Kian yelled and pounded the mattress with his right
fist. "Don't stop," he kept saying. "Don't stop."
   Cum flowed over Alexi's hands. It squirted everywhere, soiling his
dress, and getting in both his and Paul's hair. And it just wouldn't
stop. Each time Alexi rubbed his hand down the shaft and then up again,
another stringy shot fired from Kian's urethra. After five minutes, the
boy's eyes were starting to dilate and he was close to hyperventilating.
   "Alexi stop," Paul said, cum dripping from his face, over his cleavage,
and in his hair and ears. The floor was spattered with it, as was the
wall. Kian's own chest was drenched in it and so was the mattress. It
looked like a pint of thickened milk had exploded all over them.
   "I've never seen anything like this," Alexi stated, letting go of Kian's
cock.
   Kian's horse dick hung there a moment, squirting out a few last stringy
lengths. Kian stared forward, unblinking, and mouth agape and gasping for
air. After a minute, Kian's fingers loosened on the mattress, and he looked
up weakly at them with those gorgeous spots of blue. His own cum dripped
from his nose, lashes, and bangs. After five minutes, he smiled and pulled
Alexi into him to kiss him. At this point, Alexi just went with it. But
gods was this a mess.
   "Thank you," Kian said. "I feel relieved; less stressed."
   "I should hope so," Alexi replied and kissed him back.
   Paul lay his head in a pool of cum on Kian's shoulder and Kian turned
his head and kissed Paul on the nose. It was practically the only clean
place on Paul's face, and it made Kian giggle trying to find it.
   "I fucking can't believe this happened," Paul said. "The royal jelly
causes that?"
   Kian nodded. "It changed me forever. I think I could fill a pint with
semen on a go if I tried. That's about the point it turns pink."
   "Bloody hell," Alexi said.
   "Bloody hell indeed," Kian echoed. "Would you two like a smoke?"
   Kian sat up and walked over to his backpack. He paused to snatch the
towel off the floor and wiped himself down, cleaning off his chest and legs
as best he could but missing plenty of spots. Alexi just enjoyed the view
of Kian's dick, which in a more flaccid state swung between his legs like
the pendulum to a clock. Then Kian tossed the towel to Alexi and Paul to
clean up some. As they did this, Kian crouched down to rummage through his
haversack. The rawness of Kian's muscles framed his small white asshole,
his dick, and his balls perfectly from behind. The pose made protuberant
the depressions to either side of his bubble butt and both Achilles
tendons, which bulged out from the back of his legs.
   Then he walked over to the hearth with a pipe in hand, all the while
stuffing herbs into the bowl that he pinched from a small bag.
   "I love having a smoke after sex," he said kind of off-handedly. "I
think you two will like it. At least I hope so."
   "What is it?" Alexi asked, watching Paul wipe cum out of his hair.
   "Mmm...it's called `skunk,'" Kian said. "It has a strong smell to it but
it's really mild and gives you this great smooth high that lasts for a
little more than an hour. You never want to use it before sex, because it
gives you beer dick."
   "Beer dick?" Paul asked.
   Kian blinked as he tugged on the pipe, lighting the bowl with a glowing
splinter of bone. Then he tossed it back in the fire. "This is really
strange-looking wood," Kian said.
   "It's not wood," Alexi replied. "It's a smokeless fire spell that uses
bone. I didn't want anyone to know that we're staying in the ruins on the
back end of the academy."
   Kian coughed and blew out some smoke. He stood and pulled on the pipe
again and the cherry red end of the bowl flared. A moment later he exhaled
an even bigger cloud of smoke, coughing and smiling. "This is a school?" he
asked, gesturing around him. Then he walked over to the mattress and sat
back down. He didn't even seem fazed by all the cum puddles on the
mattress.
   "You didn't know it was a school?" Paul asked.
   Kian handed Alexi the pipe first and said, "Just take a little in, hold
it, try to keep from coughing."
   Alexi did as he was told and felt the burning sensation build almost
immediately in his lungs. He could only hold it for a few seconds before
exhaling (coughing the entire time).
   "That was a good first try. Then he handed Paul the pipe."
   Alexi laid his head against Kian's shoulder and felt happy. He looked up
at his hands, and his nail polish made him giggle. "I don't think this
stuff is working," he said.
   Kian kissed him. "Yeah? You're giggling. So maybe it is working."
   Alexi absently reached down and touched Kian's flaccid cock, which now
looked more like an albino python wearing a white leather sweater. It
seemed weird that it was so erect and hard only a few minutes before.
   "That's beer dick," Kian said. "Now you know. And...I'd no idea this was
a school." Kian stretched his arm out on the mattress so that Paul could
cuddle with him. Alexi watched as Paul buried his nose in Kian's armpit and
took a deep sniff.
   "You like that?" Kian asked, toking on the pipe.
   "I do," Paul said.
   Kian just smiled. "Then give us a lick while you're down there." Kian
turned to Alexi and said, "I came across this place because I needed to
find somewhere to hide," Kian said. "I came in through a window in another
hall. The fact that it belonged to you just makes me lucky. What do they
teach here?"
   Alexi stared at the ceiling. He'd never noticed how intricate the
patterns were there. "Necromancy. I'm graduating in just a few
days. There's a ball, and I don't even have a date," Alexi said.
   Kian turned his head and exhaled some smoke out of the side of his
mouth. Then he let Alexi take a pull. The "skunk" in the bowl was about
half ash now. "I'd be your date," Kian said. "It's the least I could do for
you helping me."
   "I don't want you to feel obligated," Alexi said.
   Kian shook his head. "That came out all wrong. What I meant to say is
I'd love to come if you'd have me. I can dance really well too. I'm quite
dexterous."
   Alexi rolled his eyes. "Believe me, I can see you're dexterous. You're
probably the most dexterous human I've ever seen...that anyone's ever
seen."
   Kian's eyes, now bloodshot, became a bit reflective. "Yeah, that's
probably true."
   Paul came up from licking Kian's armpit to giggle. Then he took the pipe
from Alexi. "Proud of yourself much?"
   "Why shouldn't I be?" Kian asked. "I've just made two necromancers fall
in love with me."
   Paul rolled his eyes. "That's not the greatest accomplishment."
   "Why?" Kian asked. "Where I'm from, all the best things in life are
controlled by smart people. That may not be the Zandan way, but your
country sucks. I'm sorry, but its way better out there. Out in the
world. People actually have freedom, and there isn't evil everywhere."
   "Zanda's not evil," Paul said.
   "Yes it is," Kian replied. "You just can't see it, but summoning and
controlling demons is not a normal thing. And this place is crawling with
Timeron knights."
   "They are the best warriors in the world," Alexi said.
   "I pretty much hate them all," Kian replied. "It's a religion thing. But
I was almost gang-raped by a bunch of them over a year ago when I was
strung out on a drug called Eros. My last girlfriend got me addicted to it,
and it almost ruined me."
   "So now you're addicted to Trance?" Alexi asked. "Are you a drug
addict?"
   Kian sucked on the pipe and stared at him. "You saw that, eh? I don't
know. I shot myself up with it because of pain but today I haven't had any
cravings. Not even once. Weird, right?"
   "Not weird," Paul said. "Alexi's necromancy lessened the hold it had on
you at the same time as he repaired your bones. And then there's the potion
he gave you."
   "If you take it again," Alexi said, "the addiction will come back. You
could choose to stay clean at this point, and I think your mind would thank
you for it."
   Kian fell silent and handed the bowl back to Paul. Then he slowly
exhaled the smoke which floated above Alexi's head in a white cloud that
seemed to take on all kinds of animal shapes. He saw a monkey, an elephant,
and even a giraffe.
   "I need something for the pain," Kian said softly. "I don't want to use
it, but my line of work gets me hammered sometimes. I don't think I'll be
able to stay away from it."
   Alexi frowned and gently kissed Kian. "Maybe I can come up with
something. I'm not promising anything, just give me some time to do some
research. In the meantime, please stop using Trance." Kian opened his mouth
as if to object and Alexi silenced him by placing a finger on Kian's
lips. "Just promise."
   "I'll try," Kian said. "That's as much of a promise as I'm willing to
give you."
   "It's too bad that you hate the Timeron knights," Paul said, absently
trailing his finger on Kian's muscular chest.
   "Why?" Kian asked. "They may be good soldiers, but they're rapists and
murderers."
   Paul shrugged. "They have access to the entire city. Whatever you're
looking for you could find if you had some Timeron knight armor and some
spurs."
   "That and you could show up in Timeron knight armor for my ball," Alexi
added. "I'd get so many popularity points for that. You could take me into
the Scarlet chamber and fuck me then. I'd lose my virginity in front of the
entire school."
   "You're a virgin?" Kian asked.
   "Yeah," Alexi replied.
   Paul added, "me too."
   "Tethyr's teeth," Kian swore, a devilish grin flashing across his
face. "Did I land in a school of virgins?"
   "Most likely," Alexi said. "There's some that aren't. And there are a
few transvestites, but they aren't nice like us."
   "Mean girls, eh?" Kian asked. "What would you say if I told you that I
owned the best Timeron knight armor in my haversack over there?"
   That made Alexi's eyes widen. "Really?"
   Kian shook his head. "It's custom fit to me, but I don't have spurs. I
could get some before your ball though. I'd just have to knock some knight
over the head and steal them."
   Alexi laughed. "It wouldn't be the same. Just come as you want. We could
even steal some clothes for you. A real Timeron knight would have been
awesome though. They'd talk about that in this school for years to come."
   "There's no way to become a Timeron knight," Kian said. "It takes years
of training."
   "Actually there is," Paul said, taking a hit from the pipe. "You've got
to enter the Blood Bowl in the Arena of the Flayed Man. Skellhaundar Romax
holds these games every week. There's one tomorrow as a matter of fact. The
winner gets gold spurs, but there hasn't been a winner in years. The field
is really difficult and some people even die."
   "Why do people enter then?" Kian asked.
   "Prestige, title, money. Honestly, I'm surprised more people don't
enter," Alexi said. He sucked on the last of the "skunk" in the pipe and
then tapped out the ashes, handing it back to Kian. "That shit's great."
   "I know, right?" Kian asked. "So this Timeron knight thing...it's really
important to you, right?"
   Alexi shrugged. "Not really. It'd just be nice. I'm just glad to have a
boy that wants to go to the dance with me." As Alexi said this, he could
tell Kian was deep in thought about something, but he couldn't put two and
two together right now. All he wanted to do was watch the clouds of animals
hump each other as they floated past his eyes.
   "It's the spurs that are the most important," Paul said, rather
absently. "The gold ones are really nice and recognized by anyone. You
could go everywhere in the city wearing those, even into the Librarium
Apocalypto, and no one would question it. Hell, I bet there's some secrets
in there."
   "I'd much rather see what's in the Keep of Anghul across the bay," Alexi
said. "That's where they take the most interesting political
prisoners. They've probably got some skeletons in their closet."
   "And a Timeron knight could walk through that and not be questioned?"
Kian asked.
   "Absolutely. It's their fortress. Would you be questioned in your own
home? Nope," Alexi said.
   Kian stood up and fetched the breastplate of his killsuit and then sat
back down. He pointed at the gash that had been cleaved through the
corobidian, and several of the dents in it. "Do you know anyone that could
fix this?" he asked both boys.
   Alexi thought about it for a moment. "Not off the top of my head, but
I'd be willing to give it a try. Corobidian is really hard to work because
it's so tough, but necromancy has spells to both weaken and strengthen
metals. I might be able to repair that gash, but it will take some time."
   Kian nodded and turned the breastplate around. Alexi's eyes were drawn
to the center where the symbol of a dagger lying in a pool of blood
dominated the decorations.
   "This is a remarkable piece of armor," Kian said. "I'd like that if you
could repair it. I won't need it for a few days."
   "I've seen that symbol before," Alexi said. "What does it mean?"
   Kian blinked and regarded Alexi with wide eyes. "It's the symbol of
Tethyr, god of thieves. Where did you see it?"
   Alexi swallowed and thought back to his trip to see Horigum Khaine a few
days ago. "It was on the lower right corner of a window of a shop in the
Hollows. A tailor called "A Bespoke Fit" or something like that."
   "Can you show me where it is?" Kian asked. "It's important."
   Alexi shrugged. "I have to go down there anyway. The shop next to it
sells butt plugs. I think I'll need to buy some to stretch myself out
before the ball. That way you can really fuck me."
   "You'd do that for me?" Kian asked, eyes misting over a bit.
   "In a heartbeat," Alexi admitted.
   Then Paul said, "Can you get me some too?"
   Alexi shrugged. "I should hope so since you're paying. I've spent all my
money."
   Paul frowned but said, "Okay."
   "Can we go today?" Kian asked.
   "Maybe," Alexi replied. "It's getting kind of late though. And what
would you wear?"
   "I've got everything but the spurs," Kian said. "So I'll wear my Timeron
knight armor. It'll have to do for now."

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