C11: Sen and Ijekiel
The youth cupped the magician's face with his hands and gently pulled him down a bit so that he could place a kiss on his lips. Warmth spread from the point of contact and Idris almost let himself drown in that feeling. When Ijekiel licked his lips, the magician— in a daze— parted his lips.
Without wasting a second, the innocent and brief kiss they usually had turned into something even more passionate, something even more intimate that Idris had never felt before with someone else.
The usual coldness of his body was gradually replaced by the warmth of this intimate kiss, it caused drops of sweat to form on his forehead and roll down his neck.
Tasting Ijekiel's tongue inside his mouth, Idris thought that his heart would stop beating.
Ijekiel only pulled away a few seconds later, leaving the usually composed Idris breathless and gasping for air. The noble magician who was domineering and narcissistic was a mess as his knees gave out under him.
The youth, of course, caught him in his arms as he himself tried to catch his breath.
Ah, Ijekiel thought with cloudy eyes, holding Idris close to him. I let my jealousy take over.
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It was night when Idris finally had the courage to be within reach around Ijekiel.
That kiss that seemed so different from the previous ones caught him off guard. The foreign feeling overwhelming his heart frightened him more than one could imagine. Due to it, Idris had hidden away in the foliage, afraid of even hearing the sound of Ijekiel's voice.
Instead of feeling offended, the white haired youth found the magician's actions quite adorable.
When the sun already set, Idris had come out of his hiding spot and grabbed Ijekiel by the hand before teleporting back to the Alpheus Mansion inside Ijekiel's room. Of course, neither Roger nor Carax noticed their arrival.
The moment they appeared, Idris took two steps back away from the youth, a complicated look painting his features.
Ijekiel smiled all of a sudden, causing the magician to freeze. "Will you stay with me tonight as well, Mister Fairy?"
Shameless! The magician thought as he glowered at the youth's direction. This child—! After that odd little kiss, he wants this one to sleep with him?
Just seeing the sour look on Idris' face revealed his thoughts. The corner of Ijekiel's lips twitched in amusement as he took a step forward, snaking his arms around the bluenet's waist. He felt the magician stiffen in his hold which made the youth look up at Idris' face.
A pair of sanguine red eyes stared back at him; the way they looked at him just filled his heart with endless joy. "I'd really like it if Mister Fairy stays with me tonight like every other night. I seem to always sleep better when you're beside me."
Idris, who always had a soft spot for Ijekiel, agreed with a defeated look.
That night, Ijekiel slept soundly while Idris stayed wide awake.
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"Princess," Athanasia smiled, wondering what these girls wanted now. After receiving so many invitations, she— of course it's mostly her father's idea— invited them instead for a tea party.
They had just finished inquiring about Lucas when one of them stared at her with starry eyes a few moments later.
"What about that magician of Khione? What kind of person is he? How long have you known him?"
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] ijekiel a. x idris d. It took thousands of years to meet again. He didn't want to let go of him anymore. Not if he could help it.
