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TW: Battle fighting in this chapter.

Aizen & Holt

Chapter 3: Aizen’s Staff & Holt’s Sword

It’s only when they notice the thick log burning earlier now mostly burned through that they realize how long they’ve spent in each other’s arms. Holt tosses another log on the fire, stirring and poking the embers until it bursts into flames. He returns to Aizen’s arms and their kisses begin anew.

“It’s getting late,” Aizen says, sitting up. He looks outside at the rain and listens to it, feeling inspired by its soft tune against the windows and the lodge wood of the cabin. He grabs his guitar off of the kitchen table, then brings it back over to the self-made bed, and tunes it as he stares at Holt’s ass in front of the fire. Aizen whistles, then plays three open chords to get his husband's attention. “A song before bed?”

Holt looks back at Aizen. His face breaks into a wide grin and he rolls over on his side to watch. “You never have to ask permission for your music, Aizen. I would love a song from you.” He holds his head braced by his palm and watches Aizen, the blue in his eyes almost swirling as he feels lost in a dream of love.

“The song can only be sung in my language, but there’s not too many lyrics so it’s okay, and the arrangements are sort of tricky, but I think I can do it with you beside me.” Aizen props his lute guitar on one knee and begins to play a gentle, pastoral song. He plucks at every string with one hand as the other moves seemingly chaotically, yet it still seems so soothing. The demon sings and the words from his tongue are heavy, knotted with such a strange combination of letters that seem like gibberish to Holt. Clearly, it sounds like the rain trickling against the windows. The way he plays his acoustic guitar is ethereal and it all comes naturally. Soon enough, the piece ends. He pauses in silence for a moment, then sets it aside. “It’s a short one, but I thought it would fit with the general atmosphere.”

“It was lovely. You’ll have to teach me about your music and language. When I was very young, I studied the flute for a time.” Holt blushes at the memory. “My mother tried to encourage me, even gave me her flute from her lessons as a girl. She and my teacher said I was good, a promising student.”

“You can always try my flute in my bag. If that one won’t do for you, there’s this one too.” Aizen points at his flaccid penis and laughs. “That’s why I have to get to Harath. I want to learn all kinds of instruments and be one of the best composers in the world. Maybe inspire other demons to come out of the woodworks and become artists like me. We can’t live in the danger of these forests forever, you know…”

“It’s weird, though.” Holt points at Aizen’s limp penis. “If I play that flute, you start to sing.” Holt bursts out laughing. He reaches out, pulling Aizen next to him, holding him close, their foreheads touching as they stare into each other’s eyes. “I’ve never been to a big, human city before.”

“Me neither! But there’s more than humans there. You’ll see…” Aizen takes Holt down to the pillows with him, laying face to face with him on the pillows. “One day, I’d like to hear about your parents. You don’t have to talk about it today or right now, but one day I want to know.” He kisses him. “You should rest. If not, I’ll just lay and cuddle with you for however long we need to.”

Holt smiles and yawns. “Okay. I am a bit sleepy.”

It continues to rain throughout the night, and once Holt falls asleep, Aizen finds a collection of Crisoff’s recipe books. He reads them quietly to himself, learning new information and spells. Holt sleeps for three, nearly four hours. He dreams, his body twitching, his eyes dancing. At one point, they almost seem to glow, and his face wears a scowl. Aizen carefully touches his shoulder and the young elf seems to ease, cuddling close to the demon, his face relaxing. Two or three times, Aizen notices Holt sporting an erection as he sleeps. The demon grins to himself and returns to his reading.

Another hour passes and Holt’s eyes flutter open. He see’s Aizen and smiles. “I was afraid you were a dream, that I’d wake, and you’d be gone.” Holt stretches and yawns, falling away from his body.

“Need not worry. We’re together forever. You do remember our marriage ritual, right?” Aizen walks over to the kitchen and brews them coffee. He returns with two full cups, sits beside Holt, and hands one to him. “Did you dream of anything exciting?”

“We are married, right? I mean, in the sense that we’re bound to each by our own choice and will. Not like a legal contract, but in our heart and through the magic of our kinds and the power of our love?” Holt slips his coffee, smiling and making a yummy sound. “I dreamt of us. Trapped in a barrel on a river. Going through rapids and banging against rocks. We were both frightened but held onto each other. Something was chasing us.”

Holt rises and stretches. He finds the chamber pot and pisses freely. Washing his hands, he gets dressed, as does Aizen, donning armor and weapons. He sits near the fire and eats a biscuit, giving pieces to Pietr, who has come out and sits on Holt’s knee.

“Well, we might need to hunt for breakfast while it’s still nice outside. The sunrise has already came and it’s a dry and scolding hot day. It’ll probably rain again tonight. Just a hunch. Before I can even leave for Harath, I have to get my parents stuff back.” Aizen’s mind travels back to the soldiers.

Holt walks into the kitchen. “Can you heat some water? I can make us some porridge for breakfast. I’ll add some fruit and nuts to it.” He rummages through his pack to find small tin containers. Are we coming back here at all?”

“Yeah. We can come back before the night is over with.” Aizen takes a pot of water over to the stove, flicking two fingers to start a fire underneath it. “I think I told you about it, but when I Was being followed, I had hid a sword and a staff that my parents had bestowed to me after their deaths. I knew there was no way I could avoid being caught by them, so I had to hide the items at all costs. Now that those guys are dead, I can simply walk back to the cave that I placed them in and get them back.” Aizen sits down on a stool, moving to mason jars of nuts towards the end of the counter for Holt. “We get the items, come back here, fuck each other like rabbits, and run off to Harath. That’s my plan.”

Holt makes a porridge of oats, cream, almonds, dried apricot, and raisins. As they eat, he listens to Aizen’s plans. “Fucking like rabbits? How many months before we head to Harath? Is anyone expecting you in the city? We have to bring Pietr. We can’t leave him here alone.”

“Well… My best friend Drew will be there, among other demons. It’ll probably take a month, considering the route we’re walking. I must get these items. The sword was my mothers and given to her by a great warrior from Aigua after she had helped save a group of children from a group of berserk orcs. My Dad was friends with a wizard, who gave him a staff to use in combat. They died when I was really young, so it’s all I have to remember them by. The sword can sell and retire a family, I’m sure, but it’s the staff that’s most important. It does more than just enchantment spells. My adopted parents said it has a soul living within it. A wind mage came across it and said that it was thousands of years old. He couldn’t tell who or what built it, either.”

Holt’s eyes widen. “My father’s father is a wizard. I didn’t spend much time with him.” He eats slowly. “We won’t sell your mother’s sword, ever.”

After the half-elf finishes eating, he places his dishes in the stone sink, washing them quickly. He continues on, “If we were to stay inside, or even around here, I can guarantee we would just be sitting around, waiting for someone to find us. It’s important to recover your artifacts.” He crosses over to Aizen, taking him into his arms, kissing him, sweetly. The taste of apricot lingers in both of their mouths. “Let’s go. Say, do you think your parents would have liked me? Will your adoptive parents?” He looks unsure, his eyes cast downwards as he waits by the door.”

“My parents? I don’t know. Probably.” Aizen follows him through the door, then leads the way out of the gardens. “My adoptive parents? They’d love you! Oh, mom, dad, I’m dating an elf! Ah, you are? Good for you! Elves know how to love much more than demons, momma would say.” He stops by a well, pulling up a bucket of fresh water to wash his hair, face, and hands off with. After he’s clean, the two of them make their way out of the flowery fields and into the mossy, loud forests. “Seems like all of the animals are out today.” He stops a few elk leaping from hill to hill.

“Yes. When I would visit, in the afternoon when we had tea, Christoff and I would sit among his garden, watching the animals. Deer, elk. Even the wolves and bears didn’t seem bothered by us.” He falls in beside Aizen, matching his pace. “Should we hunt while we’re at it? A deer might feed us for a few days. Your friend in Harath, did you know him like you did your lion friend? Do you think he will like me? I hope he does. He can help us get settled, maybe.”

“I think so.” Aizen thinks about his old friend, whom he hasn’t seen in a while. They continue walking, minding the nature as they do so. “We haven’t seen each other in a while, but we wrote letters from time to time. I’m kind of worried about him. He’s been so depressed lately and when he gets like that, he can get violent. But he made a promise to me that he wouldn’t hurt anyone no matter what, so I’m trying not to worry too much about him.”

“Oh. Then it will be good for him, too. Us. Living in the city. Did you want deer, honey?” Holt giggles. “Or will we have only honey, dear?”

“What? I can’t have both? Deer sounds alright, but we don’t want the meat to end up rotting. Then again, we can bring what we don’t want back for the wolves or other animals to eat.”

“Oh, I never waste meat or anything from an animal that I kill. That would just be foolish. Are you sure you know how to get back to your things?”

“Yeah. There’s a waterfall that we crawl down to and then we enter through a cave. Once we’re inside, it shouldn’t take any longer than five minutes for me to find it.” Aizen leans up against a tree. “Or we could take different routes. I know where most of the hidden passages lead to around here.”

“Lead on.” Holt looks around, cocking his head to one side, listening. “I don’t want us to stay out any longer than necessary. I feel a little anxious.”

As the young demon boy leads him further along into the forest, their path becomes darker, more muddied by the fog and massive trees. Two hours pass until they reach close to their destination. Both of them step through a muddy bank leading to the edge of a waterfall. Right as the demon looks down, he steps back, grabbing Holt with him, the two of them lading on their backs in a puddle of muddy water with green herbs plastered to their clothes. Aizen whispers, “There’s Cruiberg soldiers down there. Twelve soldiers, I counted. One of them looks familiar. I think it’s their commander, Raphelion Cane. Oh, Lord of light, please be with me.”

Holt leans close. “What shall we do? I can feather two from here before they even realize we’re here. Dammit. Are those more of the ones hunting you? What did you do?”

“The ones I fought were weak, but I’m weak, too, so it was a miracle that I was able to kill them. That one down there with the special armor…” He points down as he speaks quietly. “That’s Raphelion, brother to one of the Cruiberg Kings, Rakshahas. That’s the man that killed my parents.” Aizen squeezes his fist tightly, pulling out roots and weeds from the ground. “We could fight them, but if they make their way into those trees, we won’t have any idea where they are. That means they could hunt us all of the way back.” Aizen curses, walking away from the edge. “Dammit. I should avenge my parents death!” Right as he’s about to form a fire in the palm of one hand, he hears the crack of tree limbs from further up north. By his well-adapted hearing, he can hear six more coming their way. “Shit. There’s more of them coming straight towards us. We have a minute tops to get somewhere to hide.”

“Can you climb?” Holt points to some nearby trees. “Humans almost never look up.”

“What kind of demon do you think I am? Of course I can climb.” Aizen quickly follows behind him, his chest almost pressed against Holt’s back.

They reach the trees quickly. Holt jumps up, catching a low branch and pulling himself up. He looks down for Aizen, but the demon has already leaped into another tree and is speedily climbing higher. Within seconds, the pair of them are thirty feet off the ground. Each pressed against the trunk, standing on sturdy limbs with the foliage providing additional cover from below. Holt looks over at Aizen and smiles. He draws his bow and loosely nocks an arrow. The boy waits.

Aizen looks serious and fearful at him, taking out his dagger. He can’t decide whether to fight of flee. If they fight, they’ll certainly have to make a run for it if the others hear them from below. If they don’t, it’ll be a much longer journey to get the sword and staff. There’s a passage not too far away that they can run to if they choose to fight. Fifteen minutes to get there, maybe thirty minutes for the other party to reach where they are right now, which is enough time for them to go unnoticed.

The six soldiers below them are calm and composed. One of them speaks, “It’s no use. The demon boy has already made it to one of the kingdoms by now. We should go back home. I have a wife to feed and fuck! If I can’t get my hands on her soon, I’ll just have to find some women from the villages to take my frustration out on.” The other soldiers laugh, agreeing with him about the demon as well.

Holt watches Aizen, waiting for some sort of sign. He’s confident that the six below them would be easy to deal with. The others would be attracted, though, and that might present a problem. He tries to note which of them have bows or crossbows. Those will be his first targets. If Aizen wants to fight, that is.

The blonde exhales slowly, looking at Holt and giving him a nod. He holds out five fingers, counting down with them instead of speaking. Five… Four… Three… Two… One…

Holt aims at one of the guards. A balding man, with a pudgy face and pockmarked skin. His armor is dirty and ragged, but he carries a wooden and steel crossbow. The wood looks rich and well cared for, the steel pieces shine brightly. A professional crossbowman who more for his weapon than himself. Holt is almost sad as he aims for the man’s eye.

As Aizen counts down, the man uncorks his wine skin and throws his head back to take a drink. As he swallows the cheap wine, he sees a young elf in a nearby tree. Light brown hair kept out of his eyes with a leather circlet. Soft looking leather armor that almost makes him disappear into the foliage. And a large bow that’s finely made. He admires it for a split second, professional pride and all, before thinking to warn his friends.

Thwwwap… Squersh!

The man falls to the ground, his wine skin landing next to him. An arrow, hand made and finely detailed is buried through his eye and into his brain. His blood flows, mixing with the spilling wine. It’s odd that it doesn’t hurt as much as he would expect.

In another split second that it takes the man’s compatriots to react, Holt notches another arrow. A second crossbowman is present. This one younger, a late teen. His armor and weapons are cheap, and clean. A newcomer. Holt remembers what he’s seen Cruiberg do to elves and lets another arrow fly. This one lodges in the young man’s throat. He reaches for it, tugging at it and gurgling blood from his mouth. Blood bubbles from his neck as well. His elven murderer feels a pang for a second, but no more, as he sees tears flow down the boy’s face, mixing with the blood. The boy falls and fellow soldiers begin to draw their weapons.

Aizen is the first to drop to the ground. As he does so, three bolts of fire rise from out of the grass. He releases his hand out towards them, casting the bolts at the men. One of them is too slow and immediately catches on fire, making a loud howl as he burns to death. The other two rush towards him. Perfect, he thinks. Close combat is his style. Aizen ducks, planting his dagger into one man’s side, then lifts his armor as he drags it across the mans stomach, spilling his guts. It makes him sick having to kill like this, but he wants to silence them as quickly and as fast as he can.

The elf’s next target is crouched behind a tree, making a good shot impossible. Holt drops his bow, aiming casually for the pine needles collected below. He screws his face into a look of panic. “No!” Grabbing the branch that he’s on, he hangs for a moment.

The bald soldier smiles. Now he has the little elf bastard. He rushes forward, seeking the dropped bow and arrow, his own sword carried loosely at the side. Holt releases the branch, bringing his right hand to his waist, he draws his own blade as he falls. As he lands, he lets his knees bend to absorb the impact. He brings his sword down, using the speed from his fall to add to the force of his blow. The man recognizes what Holt is trying to do and desperately tries to dodge aside. He’s too slow, either due to the age or weight or just bad luck. Holt’s blade bites deeply through the soldier’s leather armor and into his back. Bones are cut or shattered, muscle and sinew are sliced through. The man falls, screaming in pain. His left arm hangs useless, blood flowing from his shoulder and back. He tries to crawl away, but the elf springs up and moves in front of him.

“Please, I have a wife, children…” The man pleads, trying to grab his sword and raise it to defend himself.”

“Not anymore, you don’t.” Holt drives the blade into the man’s throat, down into the nape of his neck and into his chest. He pulls the thin blade out as blood foams at the wound. The man’s eyes register a shock and fear and then nothing.

Holt spins to see how Aizen fares against his foe.

An ugly man in front of Aizen, somewhere around seven foot and with a massive muscular body, fights him with a long sword that brutally slams into everything he touches. When the demon dodges, the blade tears apart chunks of grass, tossing mud into the air. At one point, he even cuts an entire tree down, which Aizen dodges and uses to jump off of for a quick attack. He needs to get closer. Aizen does a backflip, forming a flame under the ground and raises it as he lands behind the man. The flame blasts towards his heart, but the man ricochets it back to where the boy had jumped. Before he can even turn around to attack him, Aizen pushes his hand against the mans back, and then raises his voice. “Raaahh!!!” A blast of fire tears a hole into the man’s chest, eating away through the body. Once he falls to his knees, Aizen jabs the blade right into the back of his head, using his bare feet to help pull the dagger out.

“Dammit. Too much magic used with those surprise attacks.” He pants, feeling dizzy and weak. “We have to run. I’ll lead the way.” Aizen places his dagger back into the sheathe on his side, then sprints off, jumping off of tree limbs, logs, and boulders along the way. It took them four minutes to kill those six, which is longer than he thought it would take. They sprint faster, no matter how tired it makes them. Soon enough, they find what they’re looking for. There’s a dying tree, rotting with larvae’s emerging out of its holes. Aizen kneels down on his feet and then pulls a metal lever that had been hidden, something like a door to a bunker. As he lifts it, there’s two torches below, which Aizen lights with his magic. They rush into it and close the door, turning a wheel that seals it shut.

“We’re safe now.” They jump to the bottom stone floor. Brick walls surround them, covered in vines and black flower petals, leading out towards an endless hallway of darkness. Aizen holds onto one torch and hands Holt the other. “We take this path and it will lead us towards the maze of caves. I didn’t want to take this way, but we’d be dead by the endo f the night if we didn’t.”

Holt takes a torch, waving it in front of him, peering into the darkness. “Why didn’t you want to take this way? What’s down here?” he draws his sword, waiting for Aizen to explain or lead on.

“Because we have to go deeper and lower into it before we can get to higher grounds.” Aizen leads the way, watching his step and making sure there are no traps. “I don’t know who made these tunnels, but there’s writing and drawings on some of the walls. Violent images of humans being murdered in disgusting ways.” The demon stops for a moment, pointing at one of the carvings in the wall of a person with their bowels spilling out. There’s some sort of text below, but neither can decipher or recognize it. “That’s beside the point. Nothing dangerous lives down here, but there’s a huge hole at the center that leads to the different arms of the caves. I’ve been down here a few times and it’s quite dangerous, because it floods when it rains and when we reach the hole we’ll have to climb along the bricks of the wall.”

Holt follows closely, listening intently as Aizen explains. He’s also listening for anything ahead or behind them that might be a threat. He silently thanks the Gods for his elven hearing. “Nothing lives down here. Do you think whoever made those carvings lived down here or was using this place for rituals or religious services? Maybe dark magic?”

“Maybe people did sacrifices at the big hole. That’s what I call it.” Aizen laughs for a moment, then gets serious again. “There’s some sort of water stream under parts of the cave where we can catch fish.” He pulls off his bag from his shoulder, looking for a simple fishhook tied to a string. As they’re walking, he talks out loud, “Those guys we fought might have been easier, but the other, and their commander… We can’t take him on in combat. He can only be taken out by surprise.”

Soon enough, they arrive at the large hole that had been spoken of. Above them, they can see some glimmer of light peaking through the top as water trickles down to the very bottom of the massive hole in front of them, causing the room to echo loudly. Aizen takes a few steps back and whispers. “We’ll take the third path on the left. You think you can do it?” Further in front of them are nine different tunnels. The stones on the wall are crooked, flimsy, and wet. It’s not too far of a distance for them to climb, but it’s not an easy one either. “Now I really wish I could fly or leap across from one side to the other…”

Holt holds his torch up high. He regards the path they must take. Slippery and it doesn’t look too stable. “I’m sure I can manage it. I don’t think that I’m going to like it, though.” He rubs his hands on his pants and readjusts his pack and gear.” Alright. I feel better now that I can move my arms more freely.

Aizen tosses his torch to the third tunnel, using the warmth in his body to keep his arms and feet dry and hot. He exhales deeply, then leads the way. It’s much easier for him since he’s barefoot, doesn’t have to worry about slickness, and he’s accomplished it before, but that doesn’t help that he knows the fall would be certain death. Nervously speaking, the boy calls out to his lover, “Uhm… Holt. I love you.” He takes one step at a time and feels each brick in his path before he takes the next step. “Please be careful. Don’t rush yourself.”

Holt nods. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you on the other side.” He smiles. “I expect a kiss when we’re both safely over.”

He watches as Aizen carefully navigates the wall, waits a few minutes, then follows the demon. He places his hands where Aizen had placed his hands, his feet where Aizen had positioned his. All along the climb, he looks neither up or down. Instead, he concentrates on getting safely across.

A few bricks tumble as Aizen tries to take a step further. It’s a whole minute before they finally hit the bottom with a loud bang. He remains frozen, catching his breath for a moment before carries on. Finally, he reaches to the first tunnel. He leaps from one to another and to the other.

The traverse is excruciating. The wait for a dislodged brick to hit the bottom of the pit. The tension that dogs them every inch of their climb. As they rest momentarily in the first tunnel, they say little to each other.

As Aizen moves out for the second leg, Holt watches. This part is much more comfortable, merely leaping from tunnel mouth to tunnel mouth. The consequences of a mistake are enough to maintain a level of tension. When they both reach their objective, they both breath sighs of relief.

“I hope we don’t have to come back this way,” Holt grunts, taking his lover’s hand. “I don’t like the pit of death.”

“I’d rather never come back to that pit ever again.” Aizen picks up the torch and adjusts his back, making sure his dagger is still in place as well, and then continues to lead the way down a much tighter hole. Suddenly, he stops. Loud echoes that sound like tribal drumbeats crash from above. “You hear that? That’s… rain. Oh man.” As they walk, he notices a few rocks and boulders along the path. The more they walk, the more the water reaches to their feet. “It’s fine. It never gets high enough to reach your knees. The only trouble is that you can’t really sleep down here. There might be some random cave rooms that we can find though.”

A few minutes later along their path, Aizen stops, taking a left into a tiny room, just big enough to fit three or four people, which is just enough space for them. There’s a tiny sliver in the rocks below that shows fish swimming by rapidly. Aizen sits down on a small rock, opens his bag, and takes out his simple fishing rod, which is simply a string, a hook, and a worm attached to it. He eases it down slowly into the water. Only a minute later does something bite back. He pulls the fish out aggressively, which squeezes right out of the hole and fires against the wall in fear as its taken out of the water. The fiesty demon immediately reacts by taking out his dagger, cutting off the head, and skinning it clean.

“Ugh. Tight spaces make this kind of hard. My hands are all gross now, too.” He lays down the cleaned fish and washes his hands within the small sliver of flowing water, then uses an assortment of tools out of his bag to start cooking the fish with his fire magic. Within another several minute, their meal is complete.

Holt watches his husband catch the fish and then cook and clean up. He scoots close to Aizen, wrapping his cloak around both of them. Once the fish are cooled, they both nibble on it, eating slowly. Holt finds his tin of biscuits and they each enjoy one with their fish.

“How long do you think we have to wait?” He rubs Aizen’s back under their shared cloak.

Aizen fills a jar of his with water, then uses a particular herb in one of his bags to purify it. “Here. We should stay hydrated too.” He finds himself afraid to answer Holt’s question.

After they’ve finished eating, they sit and rest so that the adrenaline from before can die down. It was less than half an hour ago that they were in the midst of a battle.

“I didn’t like all that fighting,” Aizen utters softly. “Killing never sits well for me because of how I was raised. In some villages, the demons are so much of pacifists that they’d rather accept slavery and death over fighting.”

“Really? I’m not sure I understand that.” Holt sips some water, still rubbing Aizen’s back. “I mean, I don’t like killing. I was taught that if you have to kill, do it quickly and as efficiently as possible. If it’s a deer or a pheasant or a human, there’s no reason to make them suffer and fear. I’m good at it, I guess, but I don’t like killing people. Even then, I don’t think that I could ever allow myself to be enslaved.”

“Yeah. Like I said, that’s most of the villages. Kind of like the difference between Varn Ra and E’hbel, which are the two major areas where I was raised. Varn Ra people have it easy, living by the lake all of that rich, beautiful nature from the forests too, whereas in E’hbel, it’s surrounded by mountains and we’ve been attacked countless times because of the important history of my race.” Aizen takes the mason jar, being a bit greedier with the water, but fills it again before he continues explaining. “The high lord of E’hbel says that the teachings of non-violence are different in times of war and when our survival is critical. That’s why all of us are trained as soon as possible. He’s just a boy, a wee bit older than us, but he lost his parents in a battle like mine. When the Cruiberg’s killed his parents, people were terribly lost for hope. A dark mage had also blinded him, our leader. But he’s still one of the most powerful demons alive and an excellent teacher as well.” Aizen sighs. “It’ll be a few miles until we reach the area where I left the items and then we’ll have to decide when we want to make our escape. I’m afraid that If we take one wrong path, it’ll be our death.”

“I see. When your testing year is finished, I want to spend time where you were raised and meet your people.” He pulls his hand back from Aizen’s skin. Holt crosses his legs, resting his arms on his knees. He plays with a pebble, staring down at it as he speaks. “My father’s father told me that if I wanted to be an elf and survive, I’d have to be willing to kill. Human or elf. Because there would always be people who would want to harm me. That’s partly why I’ve been alone since I… left.” Holt sighs heavily. “But I trust you, Aizen. You’ll choose the right path, I’m sure. If not, my ghost is going to bite your ghost’s dick.” The boy smiles and giggles.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about your life growing up, but you know that you can if you ever need to.” Aizen kisses Holt on the cheek, rubbing his head into his shoulder, then laying his head down on his lap. Both of their legs are covered in mud and their hands and arms aren’t much better. Aizen rests his bag on top of a taller boulder in the small room, then rests back in place.

Holt continues to play with Aizen’s hair, even gently touching his horns, with permission. “So how long until we can continue? Should we try and sleep?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight either. Even if I could, I wouldn’t.” The demon raises his tail up and notices that it’s drenched wet. It shakes on its own, spattering water everywhere. “I…”

“What? Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Well… I was sort of thinking.” Aizen frowns, then half-smiles. “If we don’t make it back to the house alive, you know, if we die, which we probably will, thanks to me, I’d like to do it with you one last time.” His voice is noticeably shy. “But it’s gross and dirty down here, not comfortable either. Nevermind. Just a stupid thought.”

Holt blushes. “What would we do? How? I mean, I wouldn’t want us to get all worked up. What would they say at our funerals if we both had hard dicks?”

“That we fucked each other to death?” Aizen giggles, sitting back up, then sits to face him. “I don’t know. Here.” Aizen washes his hands off with some of the water in the mason jar, then wipes them off on the inside of his shirt. Once they’re dry, he takes off his tunic, resting it on the cold ground. “See? I could lie on that. Or… Well, now I don’t want to pick it up.”

Holt climbs to his knees, his hands working at his belt. “Well, I guess we have to do it now. Otherwise, we just ruined a perfectly good shirt for no reason.” He leans over and kisses Aizen, long and slow. He slides one hand down Aizen’s stomach and over his pants, cupping his genitals and squeezing gently.

The blonde demon's red eyes stare deep into Holt’s as they seem to transform and his tail grinds against his husband's back. He pulls up Holt’s shirt, tossing it at someplace else, anywhere, just out of the way so that he can feel his smooth skin and taste his nipples. Sucking diligently, he reaches down and rubs one hand across the half-elf’s growing erection.

“Mmm… Wow.” Holt breathes deeply, one hand combing through Aizen’s hair, carefully avoiding the horns. His other hand finishes undoing his belt and pants, pushing them and his undergarments halfway down his thighs. His dick is momentarily caught in his clothes and is pulled down. When it frees itself, the hard member snaps up, slapping against Holt’s tummy before Aizen grabs it. “That feels so good, you sucking my nipples.”

“Yeah? I’ll keep doing it then.” Aizen reaches down and begins stroking his husband's cock, switching to the other nipple to suck it and using his other hand to softly rub the other nipple. They’re hard from the coldness of the cave, but the warmth of his body keeps them both comfortable. “I was gonna ask you to suck my toes, but they’re nasty and covered in mud.”

“Can’t you wash them in the stream?” Holt moans and lowers his head, kissing at Aizen’s ears. His hands roam over the demon’s back and shoulder, up and down his sides. He rubs his thumbs over Aizen’s nipples as he caresses him everywhere that he can reach.

“One moment.” Aizen dips his toes into the small hole where he got the fish. He takes off his pants, wiping his feet off with them, dressed now only in his white underwear. The comes down his undies, tossing them to the mess of clothes. Their dicks touch as their bodies are pressed to each other. “I love you so much, Holt. More than anything or anyone I’ve ever met. Is that crazy since I just met you?”

Holt leans into Aizen, gently frotting with his demon love. His head dips as he kisses Aizen’s neck on one side and then the other, nipping at his skin playfully. “Love is always crazy. That’s why it’s love. IF we could explain it…” Holt pauses to kiss him hard on the mouth. “It would be like, instead of love. A poet once said that love was a mad distemper that strikes down beggars and kings. Besides, Aizen, I love you. I don’t mind if the world thinks we’re mad.” He kisses Aizen again, more gently, as their dicks continue to rub each other. “The wind told me to seek you. The trees told me where to find you. The grass told me exactly where you were. And my heart tells me that I love you.”

Right as Holt says that he loves him, Aizen engulfs his words with a kiss, his tongue pressing deep inside of his mouth. They kiss each other for a while longer, forgetting their nakedness and only recognizing it when their hands reach each other’s genitals. Aizen shifts to his knees, jacking himself off and flapping his little dick around to tease him. “Want to suck me while I finger myself?” He spits in his hand, edging one finger behind him and slowly working it into his ass.

Holt laughs, the musical nature of his laugh echoing in the small chamber. “Yes! Very much” He looks around and relaxes his back, scrunching himself down until his mouth can reach Aizen’s three-inch cut rod of heat. Greedily, he licks the head, swirling his tongue around the edge where it meets Aizen’s shaft, assaulting his pee slit. He rests one hand on Aizen’s stomach, his fingers spread wide, the other squeezes his lover’s ball and smooth pubis.

“Ahhh. Holt.” Aizen’s hips shift further. He spits again, this time urging two fingers in. Luckily, they’ve been fucking so much that not having any lubricant won’t make it too rough for him. Plus, he doesn’t mind the pain if it’s him. He looks down as Holt sucks him, then looks behind, noticing the water from the rain is starting to flood the lower parts of the caves. It might reach their room in five minutes or so.

Holt sucks loudly and happily on Aizen’s cock. The heat from the demon’s body warms his own, as if he were staring too closely at a large fire. His own cock is hard, aching for his lover’s touch. He doesn’t fondle or stoke himself, content with what he has in his mouth.

“Almost ready, babe.” Aizen’s head tilts back as his lover sucks him off. Once he’s gotten to the second knuckle, he releases the two fingers and smiles. “Okay, I’m ready. How do you want me?”

Holt pulls up off of Aizen’s dick. He scans the small room they’re in, his lips pursed together. “I don’t think laying back in the mud is an option. Maybe on hands and knees or against the wall?” He darts in, kissing Aizen’s nipples one and then the other very quickly. Holt’s dick is hard, its slight curve making it seem to be reaching for Aizen.

“Sure. Just make sure you use some spit before you fuck me.” Aizen gets into position, resting his head under his arms and with his ass up in the air, tilted so it’s easier for Holt to pound. He reaches down to stroke himself.

Holt grins. He fondles Aizen’s ass cheeks for a moment, his hands circling around them, squeezing them. “You know your ass is divine?” Without waiting for an answer, he lays his dick inside the crack, sliding it along and in between the hot cheeks. He takes aim and allows a trail of spit to fall from his mouth onto his cock and Aizen’s ass. “Fuck. You are so warm. I love it.” He positions his dickhead against Aizen’s hole, stretched and ready and waiting for Holt to begin. Holt drops another glob of spit on the head and hole and begins to press in. His horniness and excitement run so strong and he pushes in forcefully and deep with his first thrust. He moans, bending forward to give Aizen a quick kiss on the back of his neck. He grabs Aizen’s hips and begins pumping himself into his lover. “Oh fuck yes.”

“Fuck yeah, fuck me Holt.” Aizen looks back, grinning as his tail rubs around on his own back like crazy, needing attention. The flooding water from outside of the room begins to enter their space, wetting the floors. Neither of the boys mind it. They’re too caught up in the act of primal fucking. “Right there! Don’t stop!” His entire body shivers when Holt continues to hit his prostate. It’s different and even more sensual than any time before for some reason. Maybe It’s the position or the circumstances or just the fact that Holt’s dick was made for his ass.

Holt’s head arches back and he moans loudly. One hand blindly roams along Aizen’s skin until he finds his tail. Gently, he squeezes the base of it, scratching the fur, tentatively pulling it as he squeezes. At the same time, his cock exits and returns to its home inside Aizen’s ass. He pushes in hard and deep, turned on more and more by his lover’s cries as his dickhead brushes and pokes Aizen’s pleasure gland. “If I’m going too hard, tell me. I’m going to go harder if it’s okay.” He takes a sharp breath. “Fuck! You feel so good.”

“You call that hard? You’ve gone faster than that before. Show me what you’re really made of, elf boy.” Aizen teases him, rocking his ass from side to side for a bit to further the pleasure on his husband. “Fuck me as hard as you can. I can take it.”

Holt’s mouth opens with a huge smile, his tongue popping out and almost touching his chin. His smile turns into a smirk. “You asked for it, demon boy!” Spreading his legs for a more stable base, Holt grabs the base of Aizen’s tail as if it were a handle, his other hand holds his lover's right hip. He fucks harder and faster, his legs slapping against Aizen’s, his balls crashing against him. Their bodies slap together loudly, echoing throughout the chamber. The warm waters that they’re resting in are loud, but their moans and crashing together of their bodies are just as loud. Holt rams his cock hard into Aizen, passion and lust driving him to give his lover what he asked for. Sweat flies from Holt’s face as he shakes his head, closing his eyes and facing upwards as he bites his lip. “Fucking close…”

“Inside me this time. Fuck, Holt, fuck yeah.” Aizen loves every second of it, being the proud bottom that he is. He’s sweating as well, constantly rubbing his forehead with his arms and trying to avoid getting his face into the water. There’s about an inch inside of the room now, but it doesn’t stop them whatsoever. The blonde demon moves his ass back and forth to make Holt’s already fast-paced thrusts just as much heavier and intense. Suddenly, he feels his own erection pulsate, emitting a dry cum. Aizen howls as if he were a wolf, then sets out in loud free moans, knowing that nobody is down here and able to hear them. “Fuck me, Holt! Don’t stop. Give it to me. Fill my ass!”

Holt shifts his pace. Instead of fucking Aizen fast, he concentrates on fucking him hard and deep. He puts his weight and all the force he can muster behind each thrust, driving his cock in as deeply as he can. Aizen’s muscles clench and cling to his cock as the demon boy dry-cums. Leaning forward again, Holt bites Aizen just below the shoulder blade, on the fleshy part of his back. He begins to shake and Aizen feels his lover’s cock swell inside of him. Holt keeps pumping as he finally releases his load. Streams of cum erupt from the depths of his balls, emptying into Aizen’s ready and hungry ass. “Arrgghh! Gods, I love you Aiz… Ungghh!!!” He pumps several streams into Aizen, the last few feeling almost as if he were shooting his balls themselves into him. He stops thrusting, leaning, almost falling forward onto Aizen’s back. He rests his head on his lover’s shoulders, catching his breath and leaving his cock embedded inside of him. When he can, he kisses Aizen’s back, whispering, “I love you…”

Finally, his tired body falls into the water as he turns onto his back, immediately letting his hands rub on Holt’s body. He spends a few minutes there with him trying to catch his breath, then sits upon one of the boulders squeezing the liquid out of his shirt. “I’ll always love you. I’m going to stay loyal to our marriage ritual. It feels like… We were meant to meet at that moment or destined to each other. You believe in any of that?”

Holt sits next to his husband. He lays his head on Aizen’s shoulder as he wrings out his clothes. “Yes, I do. It’s like I said earlier, the wind and trees lead me to you.” He speaks carefully, assessing his words before he utters them. “It’s not like I hear words, but sometimes I just get a feeling, a calling on the wind as it rustles through the trees. Go this way. Avoid that way. When I listen to it, good things happen. When I don’t, it usually turns out sour.” He glances at Aizen, his face serious and sincere. “The day we met I hadn’t intended to travel the way I ended up. But the wind and the trees told me to go that way, so I did.” He grins as his eyes lower and he stares at the water gathering on the floor. “I met you. So yes, I believe all of it.”

Aizen smiles, grabbing his underwear and pants, taking his time to put them on. Once he’s dressed, he stretches out, then puts his bag over one shoulder. He states, “We should get going. It’s not too far away. If you’d like, we could rest in there for a while too. The room might end up getting flooded if we stay for too long and that’s no fun to me.” Before he exits the room, he lands a gentle kiss on Holt’s lips. They hold hands as they walk out of the room, leaving their torches behind and relying on a flame that Aizen casts, which floats away from them and leads the way.

Holt takes Aizen’s hand, squeezing it tightly. He allows his husband and lover, and his floating flame, to lead the way. “That wouldn’t be fun for me, either. I don’t really like this place. It makes me feel a bit trapped. How much further?”

“I can’t tell. A Mile? Did you think we should leave right as we get the items or wait it out?” Aizen walks a bit faster, which is difficult with the water up to his feet.

Holt shrugs. “Can’t say. I’d have to see what we’re up against. I don’t want to do something gets us into a fight that we can’t handle. I’d rather be trapped down here for weeks or months than end up dead because I didn’t like it underground. I was trained to not fight angry or scared. Fear and anger cause mistakes.”

“It’s a gamble really. There are many ways that we can exit, and we would just have to hope we take the right one.” Eventually, they come across another room, this time on the right, which is higher up with four stairs. The stone floor is entirely flat, unlike the previous one, and there are two torches on the wall on opposite sides. Aizen casts fire into both of them, lighting the room. The staff and weapon lay in it side by side. His staff is thin and about his height, curved at the end with a spherical oceanic blue gem at the end of it, protected by a sharp golden handle. There are also tiny prayer blocks hanging from it with small threads, which only Aizen can read. He takes it first and it makes a strange, almost electrical sound when he holds it. The simple long sword is sheathed in a red scabbard, which is old and seems to wither. It has a belt that fits over his back, just like his backpack, because the sword is a bit too long for him. When unsheathed, it looks no more special than any other sword a soldier or knight might carry, but its blade is still sharp enough to cut through cave walls even though it’s been around for thousands of years He hands the sword off to Holt. “I haven’t had much experience using it. Too heavy for my liking. You should use it.”

Holt takes the sword. He holds it out, away from his body, the blade parallel to the floor. Lowering his eyes to look along his arm and the blade, he stares at the tip. Quietly, he brings the sword around in a circle, taking a pair of quick slashes forward and backward. The blade slices through the air. Holt nods his head, smiling. “This is a well-made sword.” He looks at Aizen. “If we get through this, I can teach you a little bit of swordsmanship.” He offers the weapon back to Aizen, hilt first. “By rights, this is your blade.”

“Our blade. The staff though, I don’t know if it will work with you. Maybe it would if it knows you’re my husband. You hear that?” Aizen shakes it, then lays it back own carefully as he sits on the flat crystalline floor. “What should we do? Wait it out for a bit?”

Holt falls into a cross-legged sitting position, next to Aizen. “Will it help you with your magic? If it does, you should keep the staff. Do you want to rest? Or eat? If not, I’m for pressing on and getting out of here.”

“I want to rest for just a few minutes at least.” His legs rise up as he presses his back against the wall. After a long, much-needed sigh, he places his head down between his knees.

Holt retakes the sword, this time examining the hilt and crosspieces. He traces his fingers over the weapon, trying to feel the battles and conflicts it has been a part of. Trying to commune with the spirits of its past wielders. His eyes grow darker and he sighs. Closing his eyes, he breathes deeply.

After a few minutes pass by, Aizen stands up, shivering in fear. “Alright. Let’s not waste any more time.” He clenches the staff with one hand, exiting the room, then they’re back into the hallways of the tight and strange cave. He twirls around a fire in his hand, then casts it out in front of them to lead the way. It’s another mile before they reach the exit, which leads them up a staircase. The rain outside has seemed to die down. Both of them exit through a small hole near a lake, which is forested by many tall, mossy trees that obscure their view. Owls, insects, and other creatures form a horrifying dark ambiance in the deepening night.

Holt taps Aizen’s shoulder. When the demon turns to face him, Holt takes him into his arms. He leans close, his lips almost at the demon’s ear. His breath is hot and moist as he whispers. “Whatever happens, I’ve enjoyed our time together more than any time in my life. I love you. If it turns against us, getaway if you can. I’ll cover you.” He kisses Aizen. “I’m ready.” He draws Aizen’s sword and his own small dagger.

Aizen’s tail slaps around anxiously as he takes out his own dagger. He can hear many footsteps coming from out of the trees, completely surrounding them as well. They’re not animals. He knows the sound all too well. As he had envisioned, they’ve fallen into an inevitable trap. “We’re going to make it out of this alive. We have to.” He can hear his own heart beating as he thinks out what his first move will be. Too much magic will weaken him and make him defenseless, but if he can at least get some good hits before he’s down, he might be able to give Holt a chance.

Holt shifts into a defensive crouch, balancing on the balls of his feet, ready to dodge any attack. He surveys the men moving in on them, trying to come up with a plan to allow their escape. Twelve of them. Some in leather armor, some in chained mail, one in an ornate breastplate. They move slowly, carefully. No surprise this time. They’ll have to fight their way clear or… Holt doesn’t pursue the line of thought.

P.S. Next chapter is the last in this series, with four more series to come after, much longer than this as well. Please email me your thoughts if you want to see how it all ends! There will be more blood and battling and bit of tragedy too, as a forewarning. Hope you enjoyed it!

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