💎A Collision of Fates💎 (Straight to Gay) (MxM) (18+)

104 - Breck and Nick

Nick knocked on the gold-engraved, white door.

He was oddly nervous. Rafie had offered to teach him how to shadow cast, but the young man was intimidating. There was a quality about him that put Nick on-edge, for some reason. Was it his size? His frown? His intense, piercing eyes? All of them combined, probably.

The door opened and a disgruntled steward stumbled out. He tucked his shirt into his pants. "Sorry, sir." He cleared his throat, tried to fix his hair. He looked back into the room, and then nodded at Nick. "Sorry." Without saying more, he raced down the hall and disappeared.

Odd. Nick nudged the door fully open, revealing the wide, spacious interior of Rafie's room. There was no window at the end, but the candles kept the space well illuminated.

At the back of the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, Rafie was smiling at him, only wearing a pair of underwear. His ginger hair was tousled and sweaty. "Ah, Nick." He stood up and tugged on a pair of pants, pulling his hair back. "Come in."

"I can come back later."

"No. Our training begins today." Rafie walked to Nick and beckoned him inside, shutting the door behind him. "Just... getting some morning exercise in."

"Looks like it."

Rafie led Nick deeper into the room, walking with a confident strut, even though he was barely clothed. Looking at the big man, Nick was only reminded of the fact that he wasn't gay. He had a male soulmate, sure, but he wasn't attracted to men. Rafie was objectively good-looking. He had a beefy, thick, hairy chest, he had a wide, handsome face, and he was mysterious, silent and stoic. He also had a Hollinder accent, which would've been called a Scottish accent back home, which only added to the charm. If Nick had been gay, he would've been fucking swooning, right? But he wasn't. He could notice when a guy was good looking, sure, everyone could do that. But he didn't feel any differently towards Rafie than he would've felt towards him back home. Oddly, that was a relief. It confirmed for him that Breck was the one anomaly. His soulmate's thick cock was the only one he would ever worship.

"Alright, grab a seat." Rafie pulled out a chair from the side of the room and placed it near a small, circular table. A candle flickered on the middle, casting a gentle glow. The man sat down on it and pointed to the seat opposite from him.

Nick lowered himself into the chair and leaned forwards. "I don't know if you've been told, but I just got my abilities a few weeks ago."

"Oh, I heard. I've heard a lot about you outsiders since i've been in Sesstria." Rafie crossed his arms. "Mostly your friend, Mark." He smiled, as though he had just made a joke. "But, yes, I am aware you are new to this, which is why I agreed to help."

"So... how does this work?" Nick was ready to learn. He wanted to absorb everything Rafie knew about shadow casting, everything he was willing to teach. If Nick was going to defeat Maxil and save The Goddess, he was going to have to master the art of wielding shadow.

"The first thing you need to understand is that casting is not like being an elel. They are fundamentally different soularts. When you wield the darkness, you are not asking the shadows to move for you, to form for you, to harden for you, you are becoming the shadows." The dancing flame of the candle between them danced in his green eye's. "It is not enough to ask the blackenss to change, you must become the essence that you seek to control."

Nick nodded. "Ok." He let his hand rest on the table and tried to focus on the coldness inside of him. Ever since he had first wielded it, the chill shadow had been a constant presence in his body, a force just waiting to be pushed out. He focused it into his finger and a little line of smoky shadow began to spill out of his digit. "Become one with the shadow."