'This... is somewhere I could stay forever.' Both thought at the same time.

By now, the sun had completely set beneath the horizon, leaving a few lingering streaks of color painting the darkening sky. The water of the river glimmered faintly in the dying light, as the shadows of the swaying grass danced along its banks. This was a scene that embodied beauty - it was full of life and color and serenity. Of course, Art and Soran were each to busy admiring the other to appreciate this picturesque view.

Soran could feel an unbearable heat rising up inside him, urging to do something unthinkable. He looked down towards the boy at his side, and was greeted with the sight of mystifying blue eyes that were hazy with the same heat, causing an even stronger desire to rise up in him.

He reached out and pulled the boy onto him, unable to quench the urge to squeeze and eat up the tempting beauty next to him.

'I don't care if Art's not gay. I'll have him either way!' Soran thought determinedly to himself.

Art was shocked as he was suddenly pulled into Soran's lap. But the hot breath on his neck, the softness of Soran's muscular thighs and the hard rod between them quickly replaced his surprise with burning desire. He pushed himself back further onto Soran, pressing down on the hardness beneath him as if he was unaware of it.

A burst of pain and pleasure swept through Soran at Art's actions, the already stiff rod between his legs hardening even further as if to beg release.

Soran wrapped his arms around Art's body, squeezing their bodies together as he released a small moan of ecstasy. Leaning forward, he nipped at Art's tender ear, provoking a similar moaning sound.

Soran suddenly twirled Art around to face him, straddling his lap.

"Soran-"

Art's voice was cut off when Soran's warm lips engulfed his without warning.

Soran kneaded Art's lips with a desperate fervor, sucking and gently biting on the soft, tender and full pink lips, not letting them escape for even a moment's breath. He began to grind his hardened rod against Art's, his lips sealing off the boy's seductive moans.

Art stiffened as he felt a tongue much between his teeth with irresistible force, intertwining with his own in a passionate struggle. His entire body was flushed with warmth and pleasure.

Finally, Soran broke of the kiss to come up for air, a tiny trail of silvery liquid still linking their lips.

"Art. You are mine, from now until forever." Soren's husky voice rang out with certainty, however his eyes anxiously searched Art's for a reaction.

Art directly leaned forward, biting his little fangs into Soran's full bottom lip in a hungry kiss.

"Then you are mine." He responded.

Soran suddenly released an almost guttural growl, again pushing Art down onto himself with crazed hunger. Almost all traces of rationality fled his mind as Art responded with equal fervor, grinding his slender hips and rounded bottom onto Soran. The soft yet elastic sensation had Soran dazed with desire.

Soran pushed himself upwards, laying Art flat on his back and pressing himself in between his legs while placing a hand on the hard, hot object beneath him. He gently squeezed and stroked, making Art toss his head back in pleasure.

The revealing of the boy's dainty, seductive neck had Soran bending over to bite down hard on the side of his neck, just slightly above where it met the collarbone, evoking an entirely different mix of pain and pleasure in Art.

Fumbling hands struggled with clothing beneath the darkening sky, eventually winning the struggle to reveal two seductive bodies.

One was a beautiful snow white, marred with a couple of red markings from its recent activities, slender, and soft yet well defined even under the faint lighting. Its seductive, smooth and straight lines, the long legs leading up to the perfectly rounded, elastic behind would send the most disciplined of monks into a sexual frenzy.

The other was a tanned, muscular form with equally defined lines. The strong arms, powerful chest and chiseled abs would make anyone want to submit beneath it, caress the smooth muscles that blazed with a burning passion at the moment.

At some point, a thin, crystalline barrier of ice had formed around the pair. It was of Art's creation, an ice type barrier spell that would reflect light and make the inside impossible to see.

That evening under the dying light, hidden away from the world, two bodies intertwined for hours without end, each moaning in ecstasy and pleasure as they savored the feeling of the other's body.

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It was around midnight when Soran's powerful thrusting motions finally came to a stop. He collapsed onto Art's body, his rod still occupying the tight, warm hole between the boy's legs. He stared at Art's face, entranced by the boy's flushed and enticing appearance. His black hair flowed behind him like a curtain of black silk, and red marks covered his perfectly formed body. Splashes of white, creamy liquid could be seen all around his stomach and chest.

Soran had never seen such a seductive appearance. Who knows who long he would have sat there in a daze if the tightening of Art's muscles around his rod hadn't reminded him of the situation. Art moaned in a mix of pleasure and dismay as Soran slowly pulled out of Art.

Noticing Soran staring at him, Art curled up against Soran's chest, burying his face in the man's muscular pecs so he couldn't see his blushing face.

Soran tenderly held Art to him, caressing the boys smooth and soft back.

"Come. Teleport us back to your house. We need to get you cleaned up."

Hearing Soran's voice, Art suddenly had a feeling as if unspeakably terrible things would happen to him every night against his will if he were to disclose the location of his house.

"Your house." Art's voice as soft.

"But you don't know where it-"

Art grabbed onto Soran and blinked to the backdoor of Soran's house before he could finish.

'Damnit. I need to find out where he lives!' Thought Soran.

Fortunately, Soran's house was in a rather secluded area; even if they hadn't gone to the backdoor no one would have been there to see them.

Soran carried Art into his house, not wanting the boy to have to walk through the pain in his lower back. He directly entered the bathroom, opening the faucet to begin filling up an enormous bathtub with steaming hot water.

When it was full, he stepped in and gingerly placed Art onto his lap in the water. Art's skin quickly reddened in the heat, the seductive image again arousing Soran. Although they did bathe... the bath seemed to have the opposite effect of the originally intended cleaning as the two resumed their passionate activities in the steamy water.

By the end, Art was forced to cast minor healing spells on himself...

For the sake of his own sensitive body, Art chose to escape back to his own house that night after spending some time cuddling in the warm and secure embrace of Soran.