The Knight Academy

CHAPTER 25

"Let's open the letters," Clive said.

The Headmaster couldn't order me to do anything while injured so I read it, expecting some words of acknowledgment of our win against Wyatt and Will, but felt my blood grow cold as I read those words.

"...and so, over Winter Break I will expect a large en mass attack on a gathering of protesters involved with the coup d'é tat. No one will be excused from this gathering unless granted special permission by me, the Headmaster..."

"I'm going to talk to him," Clive said after putting the letter in his drawer. "Would you prefer to stay here?"

"I'll come with you, maybe the sorry sight of me will change his mind," I said quickly, not going to let him endure the Headmaster's wrath.

"I guess we should go together. Here, grimace more." Clive pinched me cheeks playfully before sighing.

"What's that heavy sigh?" I asked.

"I—I was looking forward to being with you, like in the summer. With you, anywhere but the academy. The academy is always entangled with memories of murder." He hugged me gently, but I knew he wanted to crush me in a tight hug.

"Clive, I feel the same. I want to hold you even when my bones are broken."

Clive's placed me softly in the bed and began kissing my neck. I relished as his kisses grew, more frequent and hungrier. He was going down on me and I let out soft moans.

It didn't matter to me who was fucking who. I looked at Clive's tired, sad face, the face so perfect he could've been a painting. A sculpture.

His eyes caught mine and he smiled, touching my genitals and anus. My cum and his were mixing as he inserted a finger, then eventually his dick.

It hurt, but I didn't want him to know.

I gritted my teeth and somehow found joy even when it hurt, all to see Clive's face change and know he loved me.

That was enough.

Clive didn't cease fucking me and eventually I couldn't keep it in and groaned, but the fear of people hearing had subsided. Most students were back home. That's the only reason I allowed Clive to do it to me in our dorm.

He kissed and aroused me again and again, licking my nipples, giving deep kisses, and biting my ears, whispering in his husky voice.

"...enough," I had whispered.

"Let's nap, then," he said, holding me body to his like a doll's.

I looked up at him then finally felt a strange thing overcome me. You see, I loved Clive. Yet a part of me feared him, because he was so hollow inside, so bored as he trampled over the bodies of men and women we had killed.

I stayed with him in the bed but couldn't nap.

We hadn't went to the Headmaster yet as the last two days when we went families were visiting and they were all either thanking the Headmaster for taking care of their son or telling him to be stricter. Also, some parents who coddled their son were angry when they saw their precious son nearly bald.

Clive and I waiting at night, mainly him, but even then the Headmaster couldn't be reached.

It wasn't that I wished to go home, but I was sad such a wonderful plan of meeting Will's family and just being somewhere happy  with Clive couldn't happen.

Whatever mission we were given I would probably be a distraction to him. He would focus on me and I would focus on him. Knights had to fight for themselves.