Boy Heroes: Aizen and Holt Chapter 2

Note: Bit of a longer chapter.

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Aizen & Holt

Chapter 2: Marriage of Fate

It’s mid-afternoon, with the sun slowly beaming down, and slivers of light vanishing from the trees. The two boys have been venturing the forest after they had met, fucked, and napped. Already in love, they learn more about each other through random conversations, figuring out how each other tracks for food or what they’ve done day by day living in the forest. Even though they’re of two different species, they feel as if they’re more alike than they could ever imagine. In fact, Aizen knows what links them together… They walk aimlessly, which is no worry, because the blonde demon boy already knows where he’s going and doesn’t mind getting a bit lost, even if it were to lead him into trouble. He already knows that he will have to travel into more treacherous grounds if he wants to get his parents staff and sword, anyway, gifts that were passed onto him after their deaths, then later stolen by soldiers.

“Say, Holt,” He pauses, thinking to himself out loud. “Where should we go from here? Do you want to set up camp early or keep walking? I won’t sleep tonight, but I wouldn’t object if you’d like to put together a tent or such. I know some spells off of the top of my head for moving and carving wood to help build us shelter, although I don’t really know anything for making a roof. I typically just sleep wherever I want or sometimes look for a cave. Not all caves are fun, though. Especially if they have bats. Bleh…” The boy holds his nose and giggles.

Holt smiles at his demon-lover. “Oh, I can manage with two hours of rest. I don’t know that we need to build a shelter. It doesn’t look like it’ll rain. Can you see in the dark?” The boy hops lightly onto a fallen tree, balancing atop of it as they walk. He doesn’t slow down or adjust himself at all as does so.

Aizen follows behind him, dancing and humming as he walks, his guitar tied over his back, and a flute attached to his shorts. “See in the dark? Not really. But my sense of hearing and smell might help. Also, I can fast flames with my hands, which can give us plenty of light.”

The darkness is filled with life that comes when the sun is gone. Aizen walks backwards for a bit, sticking his tongue out at Holt. He finds the night to be beautiful. The half-elf explains, “I can see what humans cannot at night, so I enjoy travelling within it. I can see their torches and lanterns from afar and hear the way they blunder about in worry. It’s easy to avoid them or shadow them if I wish.”

“We can walk at night as much as you’d like. To be honest, I’d be bored just laying here waiting for someone to wake me up, anyway!” Aizen does a front-flip off of a tree, holding his guitar as he lands. “Do you know any gardens nearby for herbs and spices?”

Holt glances at Aizen, smirking. He does a backflip off of a tree as well landing almost effortlessly on the forest floor. The boy snaps his fingers and excitedly looks around and turning to Aizen. He answers, “There was an old hermit nearby who grew herbs in his garden. He died… three years ago? We should be able to harvest from his garden. It might be a little overgrown, but still, he might have left herbs and other things we can use. He wasn’t necessarily friendly, didn’t like people of any race. Just wanted to tend his gardens, tend his bees, and be left alone, but he was kind to me, strangely.”

“So he wouldn’t mind us using it? I don’t want to be cursed or anything!” Aizen pulls his bag to the front of him, searching around through any jars that are on the verge of being empty. At the bottom of his bag are coffee beans, which are enough to last him a few more days. “If I can find the right spices or leaves, we could work out an assortment of spells. Otherwise, we can just have a nice tea every now and then.”

After fixing his bag, Aizen takes Holt’s hand.

“I’m certain that he would haunt us if we hurt his bees, but otherwise I don’t think he’d care.” Holt leans against Aizen as they walk. “I think he liked me because I wasn’t always talking. I could visit him and bring him things from town, and he could ignore me. and we were both fine with that. I’d help him with harder work around his cabin as he got older, but I only knew him for a short time.”

“Did you fancy him? I’m kidding, of course…” Aizen rocks their hands back and forth as they walk. “We could sleep in his cabin, I guess. Tell ghost stories!”

“Ha! He would tell me stories sometimes. He had books, too! On herbs, potions, medicines, and plants. I think he was a physiker, but lost his family. He mentioned them once or twice, with great sorrow. The fever, I remember him tell me one night after he drank too much mead.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. As you said, humans only live for so long and have such poor bodies. Not that I’m any better. I starve out here.”

Holt taps the bow strung across his back, thinking of a small stream and pond along the way where they can fish. At the same time, Aizen feels for his dagger and asks, “Are you good with that bow? I’m still learning what I can do with my hands.” He reaches over to tickle his lover, with his tail also sneaking in to do the same. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

The half-elf laughs and giggles. “I don’t mind. I like it when you touch me. But yes, I’m very good with the bow. What would you like to eat? Rabbit or squirrel or some sort of bird I can find in a few minutes? A deer might take longer.”

“Save your expertise for the river.” Aizen reaches down to scoop at a snake, biting in half before it can even fight back. He chews violently on it, offering a piece to Holt. “Hungry?”

Holt wrinkles his nose. “Yuck! I am hungry but have food. Snakes, not my thing.” He rummages through one of his bags and pulls out some biscuits. As he hands one to Aizen, the demon tosses the snake to the ground. “The woman who makes these has a secret that lets her bake honey and butter right into them! I don’t mind you eating raw, but I have to get used to killing and eating in one motion.”

“Yes, the biscuits are a bit more flavorful than a poisonous creature.”

Aizen takes Holt’s hand, licking the butter and honey off of his fingers, then blushes when he takes it back into his hand. Holt sings to himself, ‘I love a demon boy, he is my demon joy, I am Aizen’s toy, he is my demon boy.’ At the same time, Aizen swings out his guitar in front of him, playing to the tune that Holt sings. ‘Oh, I love the taste of elven meat, in my mouth it tastes of sweets, and when he puts it inside of me, my deer, I feel so free!’ He bursts out into a playful laughter, almost falling into tears.

“We’re such dorks, aren’t we? Gay and lost in the forest. You promise you know your way, right?” Aizen worries for a moment.

“I’m never lost in the forest. It’s like home to me, always. But yes, my love, I know where we’re going. Trust me.”

Aizen nods and follows along. Holt leads them deeper into the forest. He stops every few hundred yards and hops on a stump or fallen tree to examine their surroundings. Aizen notices that the boy can close his eyes while walking, and whispers at the same time to himself as well. After an hour of walking, he lifts his face to the sky.

“Can you smell that?” Holt asks. “Honeysuckle and roses. We’re very close.” He smiles at Aizen. “I told you I knew where we were headed. I don’t get lost in forests.”

As he’s lead over the last quarter mile, Aizen picks up on the scents of flowers and herbs, as well as the musky, sweet scent of bees. Soon, he can hear thousands of them. As they cross a low hill, they see a meadow ahead of them. The panoply of colors and smells is strong, almost assaulting to the senses.

Below them, in the hollow of several hills, is a log cabin. Surrounding it are raised flower beds, at one time probably beautiful and lovingly cared for. Now, they show years of neglect. Carefully tended and cultivated flower and herbs now grow wild and thick. Fruit trees stand untended. The paths between the flower beds are thick with grasses and shoots from the beds as plants seek to escape their four-foot by six-foot worlds. Amidst the beds is a small shed and a covered stall, unoccupied. Within the covered stall are several beehives. Honeycombs extend beyond the wooden hives, as the bees thrive, and their honey is not harvested.

Holt sweeps his hand before the vista. “Behold. At one time, these gardens were so beautiful, tended, and cared for. I still think they’re beautiful, though of a different style. Let’s check the cabin. We can store our gear. I remember he had jars and jugs and baskets aplenty for harvesting.” The boy giggles and skips down the hollow, smiling back at Aizen to follow.

Aizen dances and jumps around as they move through the fields of flowers and overrun plantation. He kneels down, plucking certain flowerheads. “Yes, this quite lovely. The low-lands have their own beauty to them as well, don’t they?” He lays down his small bag of jars, along with his lute guitar on a blanket that has been sitting there for who knows how long. “I didn’t realize how sunny it was today. It doesn’t help just staying deep in the forest, hiding from people that want to take your horns and tail for trophy.”

Holt frowns. “During some of the wars against my elven ancestors, there were a price for elf ears. I’ve heard the stories of that time. And the fear in the voices of my elven people that it might happen again.” As he speaks, he plucks a colorful array of flowers while they’re moving to the cabin. He deftly weaves them together into a crown, then approaches his lover. “May I?”

“May you?” Aizen bows his head and smiles.

Holt gently crowns Aizen, running his hand gently along the boy’s face. “My beautiful prince. I am helpless before your beauty.” He bows gracefully, smiling, and his eyes dancing with joy. “Let me pay my respects and we’ll check the cabin. I can smell rain on the wind. Seems you were right, after all. We’ll be thankful for the roof, tonight, I think.”

“You said your people are in fear of more attacks? Is it Cruiberg people or do you live even further away?”

Holt nods. “Yes, the bastard Cruiberg.” Anger flashes through his eyes. “It’s they who have been more aggressive over the past years. Anywhere there’s a large woodland or forest, there will be elves. But my family and kin lie right in the path of those bloodthirsty animals, always wanting a battle and more wars for their War Gods.”

“So you live in low-lands, I imagine.” Suddenly, the cheap string holding his guitar over his shoulders breaks and the instrument falls into the grass. “Oh, darn! I need something better for this beauty.” He picks it up, wiping the dirt off of it carefully. “I live in E’hbel, specifically within the Mooneye Peaks. It’s about six hundred miles away from here.”

“Are there many in your family?” Holt leads Aizen to a space between an apple and an apricot tree. A single grave lies between the trees, a small pile of stones in a circular tower rises from the center and larger stones mark the edges. Holt kneels down and begins removing the leaves. Fallen fruit, and debris from the grave. He seems to be whispering as he works on cleaning it.

Aizen tries to be as quiet as possible as he responds, “It’s just me now, since, you know… My parents are gone. But that was so long ago. I was orphaned by my neighbors when I was four, so I never really knew them.” He kneels down by Holt, using the neck of his guitar to hold himself up. “There’s probably a good thousand of demons that live throughout the mountains of E’hbel, and five thousand anthros there as well… Maybe five hundred mages or so as well? But E’hbel is massive, mountainous, and not easy for average human folk to live within.”

Holt nods. “That sounds massive. I think all told, there are maybe two thousand elves and a few dozen anthros in my home. Along with a few friendly humans.” He gestures at the grave. “It was just me and a human trapper who found him. He’s been dead some time. Krisoff. He was just lying there. Clutching his chest. We buried him simply, like he lived. That was three years ago?”

The half-elf begins a sing-song prayer in a low elvish voice that sounds like water over rocks, clear and precise, but musical, natural. He sings with his eyes closed for a few minutes. He stops and opens his eyes, sighing.

“He’d like it when I’d sing to him. He was an eccentric human.” Holt continues.

As he explains, a squirrel peeks it’s head out from the low stone tower. It looks at Aizen, then to Holt. It dashes forward, climbing halfway up Holt’s thigh before leaping away. The small creature repeats the run, halfway up the thigh, then jumping away. On it’s third run, it continues to climb up Holt’s leg and torso before stopping on his shoulder where it grabs at Holt’s hair and pulls it around itself until only it’s head is visible. Holt smiles, his eyes a bit misty. “Hi, Pietr!”

“Oh, it has a name! It’s so cute. If I hadn’t had my books torn up by the warriors, then I would be able to do a ritual that marks his grave from ever being harmed.” Aizen pouts. “There’s something in your eyes. Let me get it for you.” As one tear forms from Holt’s left eye, Aizen wipes it away, leaning close in to softly peck him on the lips. He admires his love, “I like when you sing in your language. It sounds so pure, like ripples in the water.”

Scratching at the squirrel’s chin, Holt smiles. “Then I shall sing to you ever night, if you wish. But yes, Pietr was Krisoff’s companion and pet. Why are you out here, little one, when it’s warmer in the cabin?” In response, Pietr eeps and disappears into Holt’s hair.

Holt stands and takes Aizen’s hand, leading him to the cabin door. “We can set up here. I guess I’ll clean and get a fire going while you explore the garden. Somehow, I think we’ll find honey in whatever we do for supper. Fresh honeycomb is certainly a treat!”

As he tries to open the door just an inch or so, he realizes it seems a bit stuck, warped from being weathered. He pushes it against his shoulder. The door opens and the two of them are assailed with the stench of dry death. There’s a scuttling sound of many feet scraping against a wooden floor. Holt’s eyes go wide as a large black ball springs from the floor and onto his chest. He falls backwards, pushing the creature off of him. Aizen has time for one good look at the thing. It’s round bodied with six legs and each ending in a hooked foot. Some sort of insect, covered, with very short, black fibers. As Holt pushes against its head, fangs the size of small knives lunge at his face.

Aizen begins to hold forth his hand, summoning a flame when he hears a second creature. Dropping from the ceiling, it scuttles rapidly towards the demon-boy, it’s dull red eyes fix upon him as it coils itself to pounce. The demon boy takes acre of the first oversized insect, but doing so, also burns apart a chink of Holt’s shirt. He falls to the floor in fear of the disgusting thing, a large bolt of fire shooting from his hand at the other creature, which is not only eviscerated immediately, but leaves permanent burn marks to the floorboards.

“Oh, crap. I didn’t mean for it to be that destructive. I think it’s because I was scared. Are you okay?” He grabs Holt by one shoulder, checking his chest for bruises.

Holt scrambles back on all fours, reverse crawling. He falls over his chest, loosening his armor and slipping his hand up underneath. He pulls his hand back, sighing in relief as his hand comes back blood free. The boy takes a moment to catch his breath. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. Just scared and surprised is all.” The half-elf takes a deep breath and reaches up to the back of his neck. He pulls Pietr around, holding the trembling squirrel close to the nape of his neck. “No wonder you were living outside. These two would not make good roommates.” Climbing to his feet, Holt draws his sword and prepares to enter the cabin.

“Uhm, Holt, maybe we should just sleep in the barn instead?” Aizen takes out his dagger, focusing most of his energy on being silent to see if anything else is coming for an attack. “I don’t want to accidentally burn down the house.”

“Well, then let’s stick with dagger and sword, then. My adorable pyromaniac,” Holt teases Aizen. His face, though, is serious as he enters. He prods at a human corpse. The obstruction that blocked the door. He moves carefully around the room, stomping on smaller versions of the two beasts on the threshold. After a few minutes, he sheathes his blade, pointing to one corner. A small hole, maybe two feet in diameter, has rotted through an area near the corner. Holt turns his attention to the corpse, examining it but only touching it with his dagger. He groans and sighs, noting that the person is Hemet, a trapper who helped him bury Krisoff. He must have come to use the cabin as shelter and been surprised by the beasts and wasn’t even able to defend himself. The man looks mummified more than rotted. Holt stands and moves to Aizen to take him into a hug. Pietr runs along his arm, over to Aizen’s shoulders, around his back, and returns to rest on Holt’s shoulder.

“The creatures must have burrowed into his body after poisoning him.” Aizen squeezes his lover tightly. “I don’t feel too good being in this place with… you know, a rotting corpse. I’ll help you bury him.”

Holt moves to a small bed, removing a blanket, and places it over the body, then he uses a log from the fireplace to wrap him around in it. They drag him carefully outside to bury him. As they do so, the elven boy converses that Aizen would make for a good gravedigger. That’s when Aizen announces, “I’m planning to become a musician and composer, somewhere in the kingdom of Harath, so that I can study music at their schools. That’s one of the true reasons that I left home.”

“Oh…” Holt takes one end of the blanket as Aizen takes the other and they lower the body into a grave. He jumps down into it, arranging the arms folded over the chest, says a quick prayer, and then climbs out before they shovel dirt to fill the grave.

“Unless you don’t want to go with me? They’re one of the most diverse kingdoms on this continent. But I’d give it all away if you wanted to stay here forever, travelling the forest and all.”

“I wouldn’t ever want you to give up your dream, Aizen. I love you.” He looks troubled and is silent for several minutes. “Would you want me to come with you, though? Would you have time for us?”

“I’m sure there would be plenty of jobs for you.”

“But I don’t want to distract you from your studies. They probably other demons there, but I’m just an elf kid. My kind doesn’t live there at all.” Holt wipes his hands clean and kneels alongside the new grave. “Will you pray with me?”

Aizen nods, even though he states that he prays much differently. The demon sits down on his knees, closes his eyes, holds his palms a few inches from his kneecaps out to the sky, and begins his meditation. At the same time, Holt begins a low prayer-chant. He moves closer to Aizen, brushing his hand against the demon-boy’s hand. His chant is slow and mournful, though his voice is clear and carries on the wind. He chants for nearly ten minutes before stopping. Once Holt has finished, Aizen begins to chant his own memorized texts, choking up on words he can’t remember to say. Once he finishes, he claps his hands together, stands up, and picks up his guitar from a shrub of wax ivy.

Holt stands. He catches Aizen’s tail and strokes it gently. “I don’t think I could be happy if I wasn’t with you, Aizen. I’ll come with you to the city. I just wasn’t sure you wanted me to.”

The demon turns to him, a bit frustrated. “Why would you say that? I love you more than anything. We should try to see what we can find for dinner, love. You know that it will take another month to even walk from here to there?”

Holt leads Aizen to a collection of raised beds, takes his hand, and kisses it, before kissing him on the lips. The boy continues on, “I don’t know, Aizen. I just worry sometimes… He grew vegetables in these. Carrots, potatoes, turnips, onions. Herbs were over there. I can smell mint and basil for certain. I think oregano, too. I’m going to clean the cabin and see if his pump still draws water.”

Soon, Aizen see’s Holt head into the small barn and return to the cabin with several wood planks. He hears pounding as Holt works.

Aizen walks to the cabin, sitting by the front door as he hugs his guitar. He thinks deeply, sadly even, about how much he wants to get to the kingdom already. Taking his time venturing through the forest by himself was fun for a while, but then warriors came, and he was forced to kill them. Since that incident, he has lived in fear, moving through the forest at tremendously fast rates. Eventually, he stands up and walks inside, placing his guitar and bag over a chair by the fire.

The cabin has been transformed. A fire burns cheerfully in the hearth and a kettle heats on the stone. All traces of cobwebs or giant beasties have been removed, along with dust and dirt. The hole in the corner has been closed up with the planks found earlier, and a box of firewood has been placed against it. Somehow, while Aizen was busy, his boyfriend managed to gather some flowers which rest in vases around the cabin. A tall cabinet stands open, labelled jars filling most of the shelves. A quick glance reveals a tremendous variety of dried herbs and alchemical ingredients.

“Taa-daa! What do you think?” Holt asks.

Aizen walks over to the large shelf and his jaw drops immediately. “You think he would be offended if I filled my whole bag? Oh boy… We’re having tea for sure now. Just need water and teabags now. They must be around here somewhere if he keeps all this stuff around.”

Holt points to a kettle. “Water’s already heating, babe.” He moves to open a separate cabinet and hutch, pulling open a drawer. He pulls out a metal tea ball with small holes all around it, that screws into two halves. “Here you go. I know that he wouldn’t be offended. He’d be curious about your recipe for tea. He loved making teas. He would experiment anytime I visited.”

“So did he make you any funny teas by chance?” Aizen puts ingredients from two of the jars and some flower that he found in the garden into the ball. He takes the kettle with both of his hands, not using the handle on it, and moves it to the side as he places the tea ball into it. “Should be ready in a few minutes, then we can sit by the fire.”

Holt smiles happily. He takes Pietr and sets him on the floor. The squirrel stands on its hind legs, sniffs the air, then runs over to a small box filled with freshly ripped strigs of blankets. The small rodent burrows into the cloth, nesting. “That was his box… Do you think we will have a place like this in the city?”

The demon laughs obnoxiously, then apologizes. “I think… We can get an apartment in the temple that my fellow demons stay at in Harath. It would be very small, but once we made more money, we could move out and have our own big place.”

Aizen pours the tea into two mugs, then takes it to the fire. Holt takes his mug and sits in a chair near the fire. He pats his lap and holds his arms out to Aizen, allowing for him to sit with him.

“Do you like the tea?” Aizen asks. “It’s hibiscus flower, rhadenha mushrooms, and some spice from my homeland to give it an extra kick in the taste.”

Holt nods. “It’s very tasty. I was just thinking about the concept of money, having to pay for our own place. If it’s hard or not.”

“It shouldn’t be difficult.” The blonde demon answers. “The army there pays well. I can make money working for the coffee shop inside the demon temple or get money from people by playing music. Once I start performing in orchestras or solo, we will get much more money. Have you ever had rhadenha mushrooms before?”

Holt shakes his head. “No. It’s really tasty and warming. I’m not sure I want to join the army. I like to be on my own. And I would have to probably go away from you. I wouldn’t like that at all. Oh! We’d better find some meat for you eat tonight, right?”

“Yeah. Are there any rivers nearby that we could travel to before it gets dark? I don’t like fishing at night.” Aizen focuses on memories of when he was captured by Cruiberg soldiers but shakes out of it. “We use the mushrooms as a medicine for our rituals that helps people find spiritual guidance. They make you think really heavily and make you feel really, really good. Things get kind of weird though, but we’re together, so I think we will be fine. It’s a heavy dose, though. It might last a long time as well, plus, you’ve never heard them before. It will make everything we do more fun, meaningful, colorful, and exciting. By the time we’ve made diner we will be cuddling in the most comfortable, beautiful daze we’ve ever felt, my love.” He leans into Holt, their shoulders and heads touching, Aizen’s horns even leaning on the right side of his forehead. “Do elves have any rituals or medicine like that?”

“We do.” Holt nods. “We have a tea we brew with moss. The seers mostly use it and when we come of age, we have a ritual that we perform. Some of the humans build low huts and burn herbs on a fire in them, after they’ve sealed themselves in…. There’s a lake that’s about five minutes of a walk. I hope that we can do more than just cuddle, tonight.” He kisses Aizen’s neck wetly.

“We can do more, but we might have to wait until the tea has worn off. Finish it though. You must.” Aizen finishes his cup, standing up and doing a tiny dance in excitement. “I wonder what kind of fish we will catch… I’ve never performed this ritual that I’ve mentioned, but lots of us young ones gather further down in the mountains to take it. Anthros are fun, but mages are the best. They’re so insightful and magical. Beautiful people. The only rituals that I’ve ever performed are this requested one of me leaving home alone, which my adopted parents argued against, a few marriage ceremonies I conducted for some, and the Rhend performed at birth.”

Holt chugs his tea, smacking his lips happily. He stands, reaching into a corner near the door for a fishing pole. Holt kneels out on one knee, holding a handout on the floor. Pietr, the squirrel, peaks out of his nest, sniffs the air, and then scrambles over to Holt and up his arm. Holt giggles as Pietr settles on his shoulder, again pulling Holt’s hair over himself. The elf boy looks over at Aizen and holds out his hands. “Let’s go. We’ll catch our belly’s full in no time.”

Aizen does a front flip in excitement as soon as they’re out of the door, cheering and singing. At one point, he even jumps on Holt’s back, smothering him in kisses before he jumps off. “Woo-hoo! Catching fish with my beautiful half-elf boyfriend! This is the best day of my life. Can you believe we only met this morning? The Gods must have destined us to be together for eternity. It’s the only way! Just wait. In a wee bit of time, you’re really going to be having fun. Pietr too! A grand gay time.”

Holt skips out ahead, turning and walking backwards. Somehow, he manages to avoid any obstacles or tripping hazards. Up and over a low hill, there before them is a smallish lake, fed and emptied by two streams. Holt breaks into a run, stopping at the shore, and stripping out his armor and clothes. He sets Pietr on the pile. “Guard those for me, Petey. I’m going to swim. Won’t be but a moment.”

“Oh wait! Me too?” Aizen strips off all his clothes, diving straight into the water. “Now I’ve scared away all the fish I need to eat! You can’t be naked without me, though.”

“That’s a good rule.” Holt stands and stretches, ankle deep in the water. The sun shines on his pale body. Hairless, both of them. He splashes water over his chest, then turns, his butt now facing Aizen. He sneaks a look over his shoulder at him. Bending at the waist, he splashes more water over himself, taking time to let Aizen stare at him. “Should I be feeling this good? Is that the tea or you?”

“It might be both.” Aizen smiles. Out of nowhere, he feels everything in his body accelerate, burst, explode with love and energy. “Wah! Hahaha! This is great fun!” Aizen splashes water onto Holt, falling onto him, but catching himself in the moment. He touches Holt’s skin, looking deeply at his pale body. “Are you healthy like that? I can see a bunch of your veins. Do you not get tan in the sun?” He glazes a hand over Holt’s chest, looking him from front and back. “I guess I didn’t pay too much attention earlier this morning since the forest was so dark and misty.”

Holt shivers at Aizen’s touch. He looks down. His dick begins to grow hard. He moves closer to Aizen, taking the demon-boys hands and placing one on his chest, the other at the small of his back. He leans his face close to Aizen’s, tickling his face with his lips. The boy explains, “I don’t tan. No one on the elven side of my family does. There’s a sickness among my people, where some have infected has their skin dry and turn dark gray, like wet stone, until it begins to shrink and split. It’s a horrible fate!” Despite the topic, his dick continues to stiffen and he begins using it to tickle Aizen’s privates as he tickles lips and face with his mouth.

“Hey!” Aizen blushes, obviously feeling the mushrooms a bit too much. He grabs Holt by his butt cheeks and presses each of them together. “Our dinkies are hard and touching. Do your people perform a Rhend ritual, too?”

Holt kisses the nape of Aizen’s neck while holding his shoulders, then slips his tongue past his boyfriend’s lips and it’s his mouth. “Oh, I don’t know what that is.”

Aizen feels along his boyfriends skin, kissing him randomly all over with a rhythm. “A Rhen is the naming ritual when you’re born in demon culture and when you have some of your dinky skin cut off and thrown into a fire as an offering.”

“We must do something like that.” He looks down, grabbing both of their dicks and holding them side by side. He runs his thumb over both of their circumcision scars. “Mine looks almost like yours. We have similar scars and healing.” He squeezes them both, gasping and moaning as he rests his head on Aizen’s shoulder. “Were you going to fish? You need something for dinner.”

“Oh, fishing? Is that why we came here?” Aizen laughs to himself. He kisses him again before squatting down deep in the water, only his horns visible within it. A few moments later, he comes up. Everything feels as if it’s slowly spinning for Holt. Again, Aizen swims down into the water, returning a moment later with a medium-sized rainbow trout. After he’s killed it, he walks up to the grass, his head spinning as the world around him turns into a kaleidoscope of beautiful colors. Thinking to himself, the fish with parsnips and potatoes from the garden will be enough for both of them. It takes a moment for them to retrieve and put back on their clothes before they start venturing back.

The demon offers to make Holt clothes, hand-stitched, when they get back at some point. He promises that he will do it when they get to Harath, for sure. While Holt is fully dressed, the demon boy decides to walk naked, holding his clothes in one hand, while dancing, proud of his naked lightly tanned skin.

Once they get back to the house, Aizen finally dresses himself, and begins a fire pit that roasts the fish on a skewer. Holt tosses cut parsnips, potatoes, and carrots into a pot with water and herbs, setting the pot to heat and boil as Aizen prepares the fish. He stares at the fire. As he stares, he starts to sway. Holt says, “Fire looks like it’s alive. Do you ever notice that?”

“Does it?” Aizen naturally forms a small flame in the palm of his hand. “Perhaps the fire is alive. After all, it’s in my blood and keeps me breathing. It’s what gives me life. Before we were given the name demons by humans, we were known as fire mages.” The flame grows larger in his hand, then drifts into the fire under the pot of vegetables.

“I feel it in you. When we’re close.” Holt sits down next to Aizen and squeezes close to him. “I feel your fire and I want it.” Holt pulls off his shirt and boots. “We should be naked as much as possible. For the rest of our lives. I can feel your fire.”

Holt’s eyes close and he hums softly. He stops and looks at Aizen. “Something called me to you this morning.” He closes his eyes and lays his head back down and resumes his humming.

The squirrel scurries up to Aizen; the rodent raises on its hind legs for a moment, regarding the demon, then it crawls on Aizen’s right foot, curling up with its tail wrapped around Aizen’s ankle. Aizen stares at the little squirrel, pleased by how effortlessly cute it is. “If you wanted me to stay naked, you should have said something before I had put my clothes back on.” Aizen kisses Holt on the lips. “Do you want to dish for plates while I get this bad boy ready?” Pietr crawls up onto his shirt and holds onto it as the blonde demon walks over to the skewered fish, tearing it off and laying it down on the log and splitting it open with his dagger.

Holt sighs and nods. He goes to grab two plates, then feels lost, suddenly remembering that he had gotten naked a moment ago, and that his penis is half-erect as well. He looks around before nodding his head. “Aha! I remember now.” He sets the plates near Aizen, grabs two bowls, fills each with a mix of vegetables and then the cooking broth. He adds some fresh herbs and salt, resting a biscuit atop the veggies, just out of the broth.

After dishes plates, Aizen also strips nude again, and sits next to his lover to eat. “Good veggies, don’t you think?” He looks down, noticing Holt’s semi-boner. “You just have the coolest dick in the world. Sexiest body, too. Everything about you is beautiful.”

Holt stops eating, looking down, he raises his arms and leans back a little, trying to see what Aizen see’s when he looks at his dick. “Really? What’s so cool about mine? I think yours is the cutest thing ever!” He chicks himself out for another moment, looking at Aizen’s dick, and then his own. Shrugging, he resumes his meal. “I’m not that beautiful.”

“Well, I don’t care if you don’t think you are, because that’s how I feel about you and my opinion is better than yours.” Aizen stops eating for a moment, then sits side to side by the half-elf. His hands run along his chest and legs as he kisses his right arm and shoulder. “So beautiful that I want to make sure I’ve kissed, licked, and massaged every part of your body a gajillion times before we make it to Harath.”

After finishing their meal, Aizen takes the dishes back in while Holt messes with the small logs in the fire. Ther eare clouds moving in, already most of the stars and moons obscured. When Aizen returns, Holt cuddles him closely, their arms wrapped around each other. Thunder rumbles loudly and a warm breeze brushes the two of them. It doesn’t take too long for the sky to darken.

“We should go into the cabin,” Holt suggests. “I cleaned it and patched the hole. It’s perfectly safe now. I even stacked extra wood for the fireplace. It’s our home now, as long as we want it to be.”

“Okay. Well, let’s take our clothes along so they don’t get wet. You coming along, Pietr?” Aizen follows Holt back into the cabin, resting their pile of clothes on a table.

Once they enter inside, Aizen steps up closer to Holt, teasing him with the way that he walks to show off his proud naked body. Holt’s eyes twinkle with excitement as he stretches. His arms reach for the ceiling and he holds them high, watching to see what part of him Aizen looks at the most. He can’t help but feel excited and aroused, his penis hardening quickly. He slowly sinks to his knees in front of the fireplace. “Maybe we can rest here, in front of the fire, and on a blanket?”

“That works. I thought I saw some blankets in the closet.” Aizen thinks for a moment and then steps to a hallway. There’s a rumbling and loud sounds as the demon digs around through random household items, but he eventually returns with a collection of pillows and blankets. He tosses an enormous handful down to the floor, then straightens them out so that they look better. Once he’s done, he sits down and admires the amount of work that must have been put into making the quality blankets. “So soft… We could even sleep in this room, too.”

“Yeah. I think that might be best. I tried to clean the mattress of the bed, but I’m not so sure about it.” He settles next to Aizen, facing the demon with the fire burning behind him. He moans contentedly. “I feel like a piece of toast being warmed on both sides at once.” He smiles and touches his hand to Aizen’s chest. “You’re so smooth and warm. I just want to cuddle into you and listen to the wind and rain.” Holt leans forward and kissing Aizen, their lips touching tenderly.

“It’s nice? Isn’t it? The sound of the fire and the rain starting to come down. You can sleep to it later tonight if you’d like. I can’t sleep for another few days. It’s how demons are.” Aizen kisses him back, his hands gliding over his backside, and then he sits up on his knees, stroking his own erect three-inch dick with two thin fingers.

Holt follows Aizen up onto his knees. As the demon strokes himself, Holt runs his hands over Aizen’s chest. He rolls his partner’s nipples between his thumb and forefingers, leaning in to kiss him again. Sliding his tongue inside Aizen’s mouth, he explores the walls of his cheeks, his gums, his tongue. Everywhere that his tongue can go, it goes.

“Does it get boring, never sleeping?” Holt asks. “Especially when you’re with people who do sleep.” He looks down as he talks, bringing his hips forward until his cock-head touches Aizen’s. Gently, he reaches down, moving Aizen’s hands away from his dick. Looking into Aizen’s eyes, Holt smiles and begins rubbing his four-inch cock against Aizen’s smaller, but so warm and wonderful dick. “This is nice. Do you like this?”

“Mhmm. It feels really good.” Aizen moans, kissing Holt’s shoulders and rubbing along his sides as the two of them frot. “I like the feeling of our dickies rubbing together. Here. This could help.” He spits down onto both of their dicks as Holt strokes them. “I don’t know any different, so it’s not boring to me. I can get a lot done. Plus, just cuddling with you silently, even if you’re asleep, would be bliss to me.”

“It would be bliss for me, too.” Holt gasps as Aizen’s spit lands on their dicks, shivering slightly. “That’s incredible.” He returns Aizen’s kisses, adding in a nibble here or there, sometimes even snapping a pinch of his flesh, leaving small bite marks almost as a trail or a testimony of his love for the demon boy. “I don’t need a lot of sleep, a few hours every day or two. We will have much time to talk or read together or share each other’s bodies.”

“Ah, Holt…” Aizen squeezes his lovers ass cheeks and presses his head into his chest. Out of nowhere, he has a dry cum and moans out loud. After it happens, he gets lightheaded enough to fall onto the blankets, landing awkwardly and hurting one of his horns. “Owww… You made me see stars. Oh wait, I still see them a little bit!”

Holt’s face is lined with worry. He lays down next to Aizen, caressing his cheek with one hand. “Are you alright? I… Didn’t mean to hurt you, Aizen.”

“You’re fine.” His tail tickles the back of Holt’s knee as he assures him with a gentle kiss. “Need to get you off now, don’t we? Do you want me to suck you before you fuck me?”

Holt nods. “Yes, please.” He rolls onto his back, spreading his legs wide. His dick, four cut inches, maybe more, points toward the ceiling, with a beautiful slight curve to it. The tip glistens with evidence of excitement. Reaching for a pillow, he stuffs it behind his head and folds his hands together behind his head as well.

The young blonde demon crawls on his knees in between Holt’s legs, lying on his stomach and holding himself up with the half-elf’s pale white thighs. He starts by grabbing the shaft and kissing the tip, licking it as he cups the hairless balls. Eventually, his tongue reaches them as well, sucking them gently as his wet right hand strokes Holt’s cock. He sits up further and closer, taking all of it into his mouth, sucking hard and using large amounts of spit with his rotating tongue. As much as his mouth works on Holt’s dick, he never dares to stop playing with his testicles. His right hand holds them, squeezes them but not too hard, rolls them around, and rubs at the skin of his tight little sack as he sucks wildly.

Holt breathes heavily, watching the golden-haired boy of his dreams work on his cock. He moans and gasps, sometimes smiling as Aizen makes him feel things he’s never felt before. Several times, he starts to reach down to stroke Aizen’s hair, catching himself as he remembers how sensitive demon horns are. He ends up licking his thumbs and squeezing his own nipples. “You’re so amazing. I can’t believe how good it feels having my dick in your mouth.” He gasps and his eyes are forced closed for a moment by a wave of pleasure. “You’re going to make me cum soon. Do you want to ride me? Or how should we do this, me fucking you?”

Aizen takes him out of his mouth and his blood red demon eyes glisten as he looks about him. “I’ll ride you a moment, then we’ll stop right when you’re about to cum, and then you fuck me.” He drools spit into the palm of his hand, beginning to work two fingers into his own ass as he stands up on his knees again.

Holt nods. His eyes focus on Aizen but are clouded with pleasure. “That will work for me. Will it satisfy you? He grins. “You could fuck my mouth a bit while you loosen yourself.”

“Everything that involves you gives me pleasure beyond this reality.” He moves further, holding himself up with just one hand while his other fingers him. His dick stabs Holt right in the face, the head touching his nose. “Oops. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“That’s fine. You can rub yourself all over my face. Anywhere you want.” Holt flicks out his tongue, licking whatever part of Aizen that happens to be in range. He brings his hands to Aizen’s hips, helping to keep him steady and hold the demon up.

As Aizen fingers himself, he carefully positions his small, but hard pecker and begins to pump inside of Holt’s mouth. Two fingers up to his knuckles should be good enough, but he wants to make sure he’s prepared for a long hard fuck after he rides him.

Holt welcomes Aizen’s dick into his mouth happily. He thrashes his tongue around the little dick as it pumps in and out of his mouth. He keeps his eyes open, examining the demon’s smooth pubis close up. One hand is pressed against the demon boy’s chest, helping to steady hm. The other holds his hip or roams around his buttocks and balls. His own cock is still rock hard, but he’s moved back from his own orgasm. His tongue works and he sucks hard, hollowing out his cheeks and he enjoys Aizen’s hot, hard three inches ramming into his face.

Right as he’s ready, Aizen spits again into his hand, reaching back to lube up Holt’s cock and prepare him. Without much of a warning, he quickly pulls out of Holt’s mouth and takes all of his husbands dick right into him.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Aizen moans loudly. He rocks his ass back and forth, smirking at his lover. After a few seconds of repositioning, he begins to ride him. The blonde demon raises his arms up and behind his head, bouncing his tight ass down and up, using just his legs for support.

Holt smiles as he watches Aizen ride. He alternates between holding Aizen’s hips to rubbing his chest or his own. He pinches nipples on both of them. “Mmmnngh, yeah, Aizen… Your ass is so hot! You feel so good.” He licks his palm and let’s Aizen get a good look as he coats his hand with spit, before reaching down to stroke the demon dick as he rides him. “I don’t care if I ever sleep… Fuck. I’d rather do this every night.” His eyes flutter and Holt moans loudly.

“You need that energy so we can fuck six times tomorrow.” Aizen moans, shutting his eyes as he concentrates on the feeling of pleasure that emits throughout his whole body. The demon rides him for a few more minutes, then pulls off, leaning in front to kiss Holt, take him into his mouth, their tongues battling for room. “What position works for you? If you don’t cum inside of me, you should do it on my face.”

“On your back, so we can look in each other’s eyes.” Holt reciprocates Aizen’s kisses eagerly. “If I cum on your face, I get to lick it clean, too.”

“Deal.” Aizen rolls Holt onto his side, patting his back playfully as he gets adjusted on his own back and into the blankets. Both of the boys are already drenched in each other’s sweat and spit.

Holt climbs to his knees, leaning back down to kiss his lover again. He takes Aizen’s feet and places one on each of his shoulders. Without thinking, he kisses his toes one after another, first one foot and then the next. Grinning, he shimmies forward until his head is against Aizen’s hole. He sucks on his tongue for a moment, filling his mouth with spit. He drops the wad onto his head and Aizen’s hole, using his cock to spread the saliva around the entrance. In his excitement, he doesn’t’ think to ask, but simply pushes himself into his lover. He leans forward, bringing their mouths together as he slowly starts to pump his cock into Aizen’s ass.

“Unnnhhh…” Aizen smiles and cuddles both of his hands together, relaxing his feel on Holt’s shoulders as he strokes himself. “Take your time, love. Gods, I love you so much.” He raises his head up forward to tongue kiss the half-elf, stroking his long ears and his thin brown hair.

Holt smiles, accepting Aizen’s kisses and caresses. He concentrates on fucking his lover, deeply and well. He doesn’t go too fast, preferring to push himself all the way in, his tip brushing against Aizen’s pleasure gland. He rests his cock against the gland for a moment, circling his hips, before pulling out almost completely. He does this for several minutes, until sweat drips from him onto the demon beneath him. After a bit, he adjusts his position, raising himself higher, changing the angle of entry which changes the feeling and pleasure.

“You’re so hot and tight.” Holt gasps and moans. “I love your ass. I love your heart. I love your horns. Everything about you.” He fucks Aizen for several more minutes, his face strained with the effort and concentration. “I’m close, I’m close.”

The orange and silver feline tail on Aizen raises and tickles holt’s side as he rubs along his arms, moaning louder. “Fuck, right there,” Aizen giggles with closed eyes. His cries of pleasure ache in repetition towards each time his prostate is hit. It makes him just as horny and excited as before, hyper and begging for his lovers cum. “I fucking love you so much.”

Holt pumps a few more times, grunts, and arches his head back. “Unggh!” He pulls his cock out of Aizen and climbs over him, straddling his chest and face. Reaching down, he strokes himself with one hand, steadying himself with the other on Aizen’s shoulder. Aizen stares at the slick, wet cock, red to almost purple as it prepares to blow. He can see the first load of Holt’s cum seep through the pee-slit, gathering at the tip for a second before it shoots onto the demon boy’s face. With an inaudible cry and grunt, Holt begins to cum. “Aagghh, unngghh, yes!” He strokes his cock frantically as he shoots rope after rope of hot, even cum onto Aizen’s face. He fires five thick ropes before his ejaculates becomes a dribble and ceases. Cum dribbles and leaks over Aizen’s cheeks, his lips and chin, some in his hair and on his horns and ears. Some runs down his chin, collecting at the nape of his neck. Holt looks down, smiling. He lowers himself onto his lover, kissing the cum-soaked face, licking up the ejaculate from his neck, ears. “Can I lick it off your horns?” He kisses the cum from around Aizen’s eyes as he waits for an answer.

Aizen laughs at him as he’s tickled by licks all over his face. He hugs him and pinches his nipples. “No. You have to let some of your goo stay stuck in my hair and horns! I like being marked by you.” He straddles him onto his back, pinning him down in a position to tickle at his armpits and sides. “I gotcha!” After winning the first round of their naked post-sex wrestling game, he grabs his softening dick and kisses Holt’s lips.

Holt giggles and laughs as he’s tickled. “Okay. I’ll leave my seed in your hair and on your horns.” He tickles Aizen back until they collapse into more kisses. “You got me as soon as I saw you… You wouldn’t believe me if I told you that all that matters is that I love you, Aizen. I love you.”

“Together forever! Can you believe that it’s only been one day? The longest and best one of my life. But it’s not over yet.” Aizen stands up and stretches his back and arms, then his knees. “Back at Mooneye, near the mountains I lived in, I used to wrestle at our school.”

Holt sits up, agreeing that today is also the best day of his life. The elf regards the demon boy quizzically. “Oh?” He stands up and fetches a mug of water, drinking deeply and offering it to Aizen. “Are you? Are you challenging me to another wrestling match?”

“Maybe…” Aizen stands straight up, swallowing down half of the water, then falling back onto the stack of blankets. “Why don’t you wrestle me with kisses?”

Holt smirks and refills the mug. “Because you wouldn’t resist if it was kisses so it wouldn’t be wrestling, would it? It would still be fun and I’m all for it.”

His tongue lazily and slowly makes its way into the demon’s mouth, almost leisurely, exploring and touching, and yes wrestling with Aizen’s tongue for minutes or hours. Neither can say for sure. But when it’s over, Aizen’s mind wanders to the center of his heart.

“There’s a ritual that demons do for marriage,” He explains in depth. “When a demon couple marries, they are devoted to one another permanently by magic. For example, if I were to cheat on you at any point, my heart would literally explode, and I would die. Or if I were to cause you harm, it would explode as well. That means no fighting, and no threesomes. Just you and I, forever. Not many demons take the marriage because of how strict it is, but it’s seen as one of the highest honors you can achieve in our culture.”

“And you were thinking of marrying me?”

“Well—”

“I want to marry you, too. Right now.” Holt is in full bliss and love as he speaks clearly. “Even if it’s the first day we met. I know that I was brought to you by fate. We were meant to be together.”

Aizen blushes. As dangerous as this ritual and magic is, he nods. The boy takes Holt’s left hand and places it to his own heart, then he takes his own right hand and places it to Holt’s heart. The boy speaks in demon tongue for several minutes, telling him when to recite words. After several minutes, the boys suddenly feel a grip into each-other’s hearts, which is somewhat painful, but then they feel a comfort within that is just as beautiful as anything they’ve ever felt before. Once Aizen let’s go, he announces softly, “It’s done. We’re both married to each-other now, for eternity. We are both husbands.”

Holt giggles, hugging his husband and kissing him deeply. When he lets go, he giggles, thinking how funny that the two of them, thirteen and eleven years old, have now married, committing themselves to this relationship for eternity. They roll together within the blankets, listen to the crackle of firewood, and cuddle deeply.

P.S.

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