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Upperhand.
We got to the hotel room. Surprisingly unharmed, barring slight hearing loss. Those girls at Brisbane Airport must have pulled all of their resources together to find out where we were going, and it worked. The hotel was swamped, and we had to run for our lives to get inside. I wanted to throw a fireball or two, but restrained myself. It would just cause a scene. No need letting the adoring public know that I can now kill them several times before they hit the floor. With my mind.
The power that Ax had given me, both metaphorically and magically, was amazing. He made me feel untouchable, like nothing could ever go wrong. If I ever doubt myself, I know that I can look into his eyes and feel safe.
"What are you thinking about?" Ax asks, once our luggage has been delivered and we've barricaded the door.
"Just how amazing your eyes are... And how I want to make sweet love to you in every fucking room in this hotel." That amazing laugh. It's probably the missing link in the cure for cancer.
"Can that be arranged?" He asks, bouncing like an excited puppy. "Coz that would be so cool!"
"Babe, I think all the other rooms are occupied. And I'm not very comfortable with anybody else seeing you all naked and vulnerable."
"Ok then. Fair enough." He says, looking very deflated. "I guess we'll have to wear this room out then." There's that evil grin. Not Zayk evil. It's a sexy, lusty kinda evil. Damn that boy.
"Axyl Kayl, I love you." I say. Then I realize that we've never really said that to eachother. Ax obviously realizes it too, and looks shocked. I notice tears in his eyes. "What's wrong babe?" I ask, genuinely concerned.
"That is the first time I've ever heard that said to me. No one has ever cared enough to say it. At least not sincerely enough to make me believe it. I love you too, Toby Drake. From the second that I saw you, I knew that I had to know you, to love you." He didn't get to say anything else. My lips caught him mid-sentence. I was crying too. How could the world not see how amazing this boy is? I hold him close and we cry on eachother's shoulder.
"I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier Ax. I knew it when I first saw you too. I fell in love in an instant. I guess you're right, witches are naturally loveable." This gets a chuckle from him. Just then, there's a knock at the door. 'If that's a screaming girl, I swear I'll turn her to ash.' I think to myself.
I go to open the door and there's a cute boy in a uniform standing there. Room service. I completely forgot that I ordered it to be here just after we arrived.
"Your room service, sir." The young dude says in a cute Kiwi accent. "Would you like me to bring it in for you?"
"Thanks man, that'll be great." I say as I slip him a $50 note. It's an Australian note, but there are currency exchange places in the hotel. He brings the trolley in and leaves with a smile on his face. He's either glad for the big tip, or delirious from seeing Ax and I. I would be. At least he was professional and didn't faint.
I close the door and turn around to see Ax looking at me, dumbfounded.
"What's this?" He asks. Seriously, the boy should just get used to surprises already. They're going to keep happening.
"Nothing really. Just some lobster and champagne. And chocolate. Nothing really too spectacular..." I say, and take the lid off the trays on the trolley. Axyl's eyes get wider than I've ever seen them. I look at our meal and see one of the most beautiful displays ever. Besides a naked Axyl. There were two massive lobsters, two bottles of champagne and the most chocolate I've ever seen in one place in my life.
"Well, I guess we got more than I bargained for. They must know who we are." I say, quite surprised myself. We both dig in to our lobsters and pour a glass of champagne each. I decide to propose a toast.
"För min kärlek. Jag älskar dig så mycket. Skål." Ax grins at me, understanding every word. He responds,
"För min kärlek. Du har ändrat mitt liv. Skål." Fuck, he sounds so sexy when he speaks Swedish. If I had a ring to give him, I would have asked him to marry me. I might leave that until we get to Sweden.
Then I remembered a question I had to ask Ax. A couple of days ago I heard the word 'Daryus' whispered to me. It was plain and clear, almost as if Ax had said it in my head.
"Babe. Does the word "Daryus" mean anything to you?" The look on his face was completely unreadable.
"Where did you hear that?" He asks.
"I don't know. In my head."
"I knew it. You can read minds. You're progressing faster than I thought possible. Mind reading is a majorly advanced power. I can't even do it." Now I'm confused.
"What? Who's mind am I reading?"
"Mine. My middle name is Daryus. Nobody knows that, I've never told anyone." Wow. That was the last thing that I expected him to say.
"Axyl Daryus Kayl. Hot. Really hot." I say, giving him the lustiest gaze I could muster.
"But seriously babe. We've got the upperhand against Zayk now. If you can already read minds, then I bet there's alot of other things you can do too. Things that Zayk can't do either. Theoretically..." Ax says, sounding excited.
"You can say that again!" I say as I take him in my arms and start making out with him. I get the hint, eventually. We started making use of the private suite we were in. And continued to do so. All night. I was in heaven.
Meeting Dylin.
We never got to see New Zealand. Well, we saw plenty of our hotel room, which was in New Zealand. But I don't think that counts. Not that it mattered, I was having the time of my life! We packed everything up in the blink of an eye. Literally. We were waiting in the lobby for our security detail. The fangirls (and boys) hadn't given up on catching a glimpse, or a smile, or a DNA sample for cloning. After what seemed like forever, three big bulky men show up and introduce themselves as security. We were ushered out to face the frontline of fame. The screams were deafening. Anything would think they were all being tortured.
We eventually get to ANOTHER limo. I look over ot Obi and he's got a blinding grin on his face.
You're gonna spoil me rotten, you know I telepathically warn him.
And I'll love every minute of it He replies, in my head. The limo door is opened for us and we shuffle in. More champagne, but this time there's a Kiwi tabloid magazine laid out on one of the seats. The cover reads 'Axyl and Toby spotted in Auckland!", with a picture of Obi and I walking through the hotel door. We both look pretty hot.
"Do you always ask for tabloid magazines to be made available to you? Or is this just a one time thing?" I ask Tobes, giggling.
"I don't read them all. Only the ones with me in it." He says in a serious tone. I give him a funny look, and he bursts out laughing. "Joking, I hate reading them. they're usually blatant lies. You don't really think I'm that conceited, do you?" He asks.
"Of course I don't babe. But you do have every reason to be." I reply, leaning in for a kiss. We kiss for a bit, until Obi notices the order of the names on the cover. He starts giggling hysterically.
"I knew it! You're more popular than me! Well, you're the first one they mention." He grabs the magazine and thumbs through the pages to the one with the story about us. He reads through it, laughing the whole time. "Do you know how many times I'm mentioned in here!? 3! You're mentioned about 10 times! Hahah! Welcome to my world, sött pojken." I melted a little when he called me sweet boy in Swedish, then started blushing.
"Great. Let's hope they're not this crazy about me in Sweden." I say, a little embarrassed and guilty about taking all Toby's limelight. "I hope it doesn't bother you too much babe."
"Hahaha! Are you kidding me? I'm glad to have a bit of the heat off of me. And now you get to experience what my life is like! Oh, and there's no way they won't be crazy about you in Sweden. I'm massive over there, and you're Swedish. You might be worshipped as a national hero!" He laughs, a gorgeous smirk never leaving his face.
"Shit. I wish you had warned me!"
"I did! Repeatedly!" He says, laughing like a mad man. I tackled him, and we started wresting in the back of the limo. We rolled, tickled and grabbed the whole way to the airport.
Surprisingly, when we arrived at the airport, there was no one waiting for us. I look at Obi and ask,
"What's going on? I thought they'd be here too."
"Nah, babe. I called in an anonymous tip before we left. Told them we were going to be at a local shopping mall. And our flight isn't for another 2 hours. Wanna have a couple of drinks in the airport's VIP lounge?" He asks, followed by a sexy wink. I could really use a drink, after the wresting match and crazy screaming girls trying to molest my boyfriend and I.
"Do they have a smoking area? Coz I could really use a cigarette and a bourbon after this morning!" I exclaim, grinning.
"Yeah babe. I'm pretty sure they'll let us smoke. We're VIP's, remember."
We get to the check-in counter and take our carry on luggage through the security barriers. Once we reach the other side, we bee-line directly for the airport lounge. We show them our first class tickets and they let us in.
As we head into the beautiful, luxurious lounge, I notice a guy sitting on one of the velvet couches. I look over at Obi, and he's looking at him to. He's about 17, looked about 178cm tall, had brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was, admittedly, quite gorgeous. He seemed to draw my attention. Almost supernaturally. I couldn't shake the feeling that he could be more than he seemed.
Is there something about him, or is it just me? I ask Obi
*I don't know babe, but it's not just you. He feels like a magnet. What are you thinking?"
Dunno. Could be nothing. Or not. I look over and see him looking at us. Obi realizes it, and frantically thinks to me,
He looks like he can hear us! Then the boy starts walking towards us. As he gets closer, I start to panic. Then he's right in front of us.
"Hi. I'm Dylin. Have I seen you guys before?" He asks. Obi and I let out the breath we were both holding.
"Probably. A good percentage of the world has." Toby said, cryptically.
"I know who you are! You're Toby Drake!" Then he looks at me "and you're Axyl Kayl! You guys are so cool. I can't believe you just came out and told everyone you were gay like that. It was awesome!" He gushes. I start getting thirsty, so I say to Toby,
"I'm going to get a drink, babe. What do you want?"
"Oh no, I'll get it for you!" Dylin says. "What do you both want?" How sweet. The boy has a crush. Better not make him feel bad.
"I'll have a bourbon and coke. Toby?"
What are you doing? he telepathically demands.
Come on babe, the boy likes us, and he's cute. Humour him. I know he finds it difficult to say no to me.
"... Ok. I'll have the same." He says, sounding defeated. I secretly squeeze his butt, as a bit of a reward for being nice.
"Awesome! I'll be right back!"
We sit down, and Toby nudges me in the side. I look over to see what he wants, and his hands are in front of my face. He waves them around like a cheap magician, and then a full packet of cigarettes appears in his hands. He hands me one and takes one himself. He clicks his fingers, and they both light. I crack up laughing, and quickly give him a peck on the lips, as Dylin comes bounding up to us, expertly holding three drinks in his hands. He sits down with us, and asks for a smoke. Obi hands him one, and expertly hides the fact that he doesn't have a lighter by putting his hand in his pocket and conjuring one. Dylin lights his smoke and asks us what we're doing at the airpot.
"We're heading to Sweden. I used to live there, and Axyl comes from there." Obi explains.
"Holy shit! That's where I'm going! Which part?" Dylin exclaims, his excitement rising every second. I was almost afraid to tell him, in case he was going to. Then he looked me in the eyes, and it blurted out of me. It was involuntary.
"Kungsbacka. It's my hometown."
"We're landing in Stockholm and spending a couple of days touring, before we go to Kungsbacka. We're expect...." Toby started saying, before I surreptitiously nudge him.
"That's cool! I'm just going to Stockholm." A relieved sigh escapes me. "But I could be convinced to go with you guys." He adds, looking like a lost puppy. "I'm on a world trip. By myself. My parents told me to fuck off when they found out that I can... Do things most people can't." He says. This piques my interest. Could he be hinting that he's a witch? No, I would have detected it. If not me, then Toby. I glance at Toby, and he is giving Dylin a strange look.
What's up baby? I ask him, silently.
He's not normal. There's something very different about him. I can't read it though. He's definitely not a witch, but he's not a regular human either. Hmmm. What are the chances we would find someone like us, when we were on our way to possibly one of the biggest battles of our lives. Physically, and emotionally.