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THE KYROS CHRONICLES
~ CHAPTER 1 - 352AD - Greece. Transition.
19 year old Kyros Laskaris worked tirelessly on the orchard attending to the apple trees on the farm, pruning overgrown leaves, and disregarding any suspicious looking apples. The ripe season had not yet arrived, but there was much work to be done on the farm. He was a paid farmworker; the Greek village nearby was small. The day had been hot and humid - his black hair stuck to his smooth face while he worked. He helped the slaves on the property do their duties; grateful he wasn't in their position. Although he was born of a poor family, he was freeborn - hired by the farm owner shortly after his mothers death a few years before. The farm was beautiful; but difficult to upkeep at times. The sun started to push down below the horizon as he finished up.
Just another day in his simple life. He returned to the farmhouse; the supervisor awaited him, handing him a small handful of drachma, and he left. The road to the village was not too far; and peaceful. He could hear birds chirping all around him, as the vegetation brushed in the wind.
The village was a 20 minute walk; the small buildings came into sight as he rounded a hill. Truly a small farming town. Few people mulled about; he made his way towards the dormitory to the east. Here, he rented a room; cheap, simple. Perfect for himself. He made his way upstairs, and through the door at the end of the small passage; the room was small, with a laying space and a small cupboard.
Inside, he placed most of his pay into a small locked box he'd received from his mother just before she'd died. He hoped soon he could go to Athens, find work there and start a new life. He even contemplated joining the army - but his mother had warned him against it before she'd died. But for now... here was his life. He enjoyed it; far more peaceful than his life had been growing up.
But he kept a few drachma out - with it, he headed out, making his way towards the taverna. The sun had disappeared, and the evening air was crisp. He enjoyed his wine; it kept him relaxed and was a beautiful way to end the work day. The wooden building was relatively quiet as he entered. Unusual for his village, who certainly knew how to drink.
The bartender, a middle aged man named Adonis nodded at him, pouring a jug of wine from a wineskin from the local wine farm. Kyros moved to and sat in the corner - he was known for his solitude. Although he knew the villagers, he didn't have many people he could call friends. For him, that was perfectly fine. He didn't plan on staying in this village - so it wasn't a problem.
Around 20 minutes later, however, Kyros was surprised when a new face entered the premises. He was an old man with pale skin, a bald head and a large beard. He wore strange clothing; every man he'd known wore a chiton (tunic). He approached the bar, but as they spoke Kyros couldn't make out what they were saying. But Kyros realized Adonis didn't look too comfortable. He gave the man wine, who then looked around the tavern - and spotted Kyros. He felt his heart sink as the man approached him. Kyros looked into his eyes; they were dark, mysterious. The hairs on the back of his neck rose.
"Are you alone?" the man asked. His speech was strained. He wasn't from around here. Most likely foreign.
"I am," Kyros replied. The man nodded with a smile that made Kyros feel even more uncomfortable.
"Why would someone like yourself be all alone?" he asked. Kyros swallowed.
"Long day," he replied. The short replies were meant to send a message; but it only seemed to amuse the man.
"The days are long indeed," he said. "You know where a man could find refuge for the night?" he asked. Kyros nodded.
"The inn, down the way. Not hard to miss," he added.
The man nodded in thanks. "I appreciate it. Would you be able to show me?" he asked. "I'm not very good with directions," he said. Kyros had avoided his eyes; he took a sip from his wine. There was something in his voice that made Kyros very uneasy.
"I'm sure you'll find it," he said quickly, taking another sip. The man's smile slipped; but he laughed softly
"Very well. I'll find it," he added. He put the wine down on the table in front of Kyros, and left. Kyros's eyes found Adonis, who looked uncomfortable too; yet relieved as the man left the building.. They shrugged at each other. What a strange human.
Kyros drank his own wine, before he eyed the wine that the mysterious man had left. No point in wasting it. He took it and slowly sipped it, too. It was starting to fill up as Kyros headed out of the tavern. Kyros enjoyed the cool summer evenings - things calmed down, and he always felt himself start to relax.
But as he walked back to his accommodation, he felt the sensation of eyes watching him. He stopped, looking around him. But he saw nothing, and no one. His relaxed state dissipated slightly as he felt himself swallow hard; he started towards the dormitories again, walking at a pace. As he entered the building he felt slight relief. He nodded to one of his neighbours as he started up the stairs, entering his room and lighting a candle.
There was a knock on his door. Kyros found himself smiling as he opened it - the short boy smiled at Kyros, who stepped aside and let him enter. His name was Iason - a neighbour of 14, who lived with his mother; a servant of the dormitories. His small face was dotted with freckles, and his dark blonde hair stood up in strange places. He had befriended Kyros shortly after he'd moved into the dorm; Kyros was grateful for him. He always checked on him, and he was one one of the few people he could call a friend. He may have been young, but Kyros found himself closer to him than any else in the village.
"Long day?" the boy asked him; his voice on the verge of cracking, as Kyros closed the door behind him.
"Is it that obvious?" Kyros found himself asking with humour. Iason rolled his eyes, sitting on Kyros' bed. His tunic wasn't very long; Kyros found his eyes moving up his smooth legs, before moving back up to his adorable face.
`I have a sense for these things," Iason said, and Kyros sat beside him.
"Not long. Just... weird," Kyros told him. "A strange man came into the taverna."
"Oh?" Iason asked, shuffling a little closer to him. "A traveller?" he asked.
"I think," Kyros said. "He was foreign; big beard and strange clothing. Asked where the inn was; seemed to want me to show him." Kyros told him.
Iason's eyebrow rose with a cheeky smile. "Sounds like he wanted to take you to bed," he joked. But Kyros didn't smile. It just made him feel uneasy again.
"I think so," he replied. Iason lost his smile, noticing his friends' unease. Kyros seemed to struggle to get the man's face from his head; looking ahead of him into nothingness.
Iason gently used his hand to direct Kyros' face towards him, and smiled gently. "Well, he didn't, so it doesn't matter," he said. Kyros couldn't help but smile back. Profound for a boy; but he was right.
Iason's eyes seemed to move up and down Kyros' face; he could see his pupils dilate just a little. "You want me to make you feel better?" he said gently. The voice made Kyros melt inside a little; and he nodded. Just the answer Iason wanted, as he leant forward and gently pressed his lips against Kyros'. Their mouths parted as their tongues gently touched, flicking against each other. Kyros' hand found its way behind Iason's head, and they kissed for a while, and soon the man was all but forgotten.
They parted, and Iason pushed Kyros onto his back, straddling his hips. Kyros watched as the boy smiled; illuminated by the moon that shone through his window as he undid his tunic and slowly pulled it over his head; leaving the boy stark naked on top of him. Kyros' eyes moved down Iason's thin chest and stomach, tracing his hands down the smoothness to his hard 5-inch erection, under a small tuft of pubic hair, which gently throbbed to the boy's heartbeat. Iason's eyes flickered as Kyros took hold of his young member, pulling the foreskin down and softly traced the slit, which started to leak a little bit of liquid. Iason let out a small sigh as Kyros felt his own cock grow hard underneath Iason's bum.
Kyros sat up and they kissed again; he felt Iason gently grind against him. With a small maneuver, they undid Kyros' own tunic and pulled it off; his hard naked cock pressing against Iasons. They held each other close as they kissed again. Kyros found himself moaning as Iason's movement on him pulled his foreskin down. Iason pushed him onto his back again, before he climbed onto his knees on the floor, bending over and taking hold of Kyros' penis. Kyros sighed as the boy gently serviced him, before he pulled the foreskin down and wrapped his small lips over Kyros' cock head, gently suckling before moving downwards. He sucked cock with mastery, Kyros realized; closing his eyes and basking in the feelings for a few minutes. He sat up, watching Iason's naked form work on him while he gently worked himself with his other hand.
Kyros felt himself near so he warned Iason; but the boy didn't slow down. Kyros felt the orgasm slowly creep in before it hit hard; his hips buckled as he started shooting strands of white cum down Iason's throat, who swallowed it all. As Kyros felt the orgasm subside, Iason came off his cock and looked up at him with his big eyes and a smile. There was a small dot of white cum on the sides of his mouth; Kyros gently traced them with his finger and stuck it into Iason's mouth, who sucked on it gently.
The boy was still hard; Kyros led him onto his bed, laying him down. His own young dick throbbed in anticipation as Kyros lay beside him, folding him softly; gently playing with his testicles and cock, before he leant over and took him into his mouth. His youthful cock tasted like heaven to Kyros; with his other hand he gently tickled Iason's smooth, hairless legs, stomach and chest. Iason sighed and moaned softly as Kyros worked him; it didn't take long before Kyros felt the boy's dick start to throb in his mouth, gently firing small strands of cum down his throat. It tasted salty and sticky, and he swallowed it all.
He came off, looking up at his friend who looked peaceful. Kyros moved up and Iason snuggled into him gently. Kyros' hand found his hair, and gently played with it as he watched the moon rise higher and higher into the sky.
Yet, even after such a beautiful experience, he found himself pondering the strange man. He wondered why he was there. It just seemed odd; a little blip in Kyros' simple little life.
It was around halfway through the day, as Kyros worked on the farm the next day before he was unexpectedly summoned to the farmhouse by one of the supervisors. Strange; Kyros was never summoned. But he put his tools down, nodded kindly to the supervisor and made his way. The door was open; he made his way through to the farm owner's sitting room. He sat on a chair, drinking a mug of wine. An elder man, named Gaois, dressed in a robe while attended to by a servant. Kyros nodded respectfully as he entered.
"Kyros, my boy," he said warmly. "I apologize for dragging you from your duties. I've been informed there was an incident in town. I'd just like you to go and see what the racket is about," he said. Kyros nodded.
"Of course," he said. Gaois nodded back. Kyros left the farmhouse and made his way. He was lost in his head as he walked; confused. Incidents hardly occurred in this village. 20 minutes later he strolled into the village, only to find soldiers marching around. People who walked passed whispered grimly to each other. Kyros followed until he came near the tavern; but soldiers formed a line just next to it, blocking an alley that led behind it.
Kyros stopped a woman nearby. "What's happened?" he asked.
The woman swallowed, looking sad. "There's been a murder," she said. Kyros' heart dropped.
"A murder?" he asked, and she nodded, pointing to the line of soldiers.
"There. Helen, the daughter of Helios, the blacksmith." she said. `It looks like a wild animal got to her," she said, shaking her head grimly. "Her throat has been ripped apart," she said, turning pale as she said it.
Kyros turned in shock. A murder? Death usually was a result of a tavern brawl or a dispute between men. But a murder? Taking the information, Kyros returned to his work and informed Gaois; who took the news in with unease.
The end of the day took longer than usual - the work seemed to drag on as he felt himself lost in his thoughts. He got his pay, and went home; put most in the box, and took some and made his way to the tavern. The soldiers and the body were gone. Now, the tavern was fuller than usual - but filled with a glum atmosphere.
Kyros wordlessly paid Adonis, who looked particularly sad that such a murder could take place so close to his establishment, and took his drink to his corner. Kyros couldn't figure out why, but he couldn't get the man he'd met the day before's face out of his head. A murder as soon as this strange man appeared in town? He suspected maybe he had something to do with it. He had to. But Kyros didn't know what to say, or do.
Kyros was so lost in his thoughts, that he almost didn't notice when the most beautiful boy he had ever seen, entered the tavern. Time seemed to slow as Kyros' eyes found him.
He was younger than him, maybe 16 or 17. His skin was fine and flawless, and his dark shoulder length hair looked as soft as silk. He didn't look like he was from here, either. So beautiful was he, that others turned their heads to watch him enter. Kyros watched him as he neared the bar - only this time, he could hear them speak.
"I'm looking for a man. He's older, with no hair but a beard," he asked. His voice entered Kyros' ears and his heart dropped. He spoke of the man that plagued his mind.
Adonis informed him of the man from the previous night. The boy nodded in thanks, asking for more information; but Adonis couldn't help him. The boy nodded, thanked him, turned and made his leave. Kyros' mind seemed to act by itself. He didn't really think; he got up quickly, making his way through the tavern and followed the boy outside.
"I know of the man you're looking for!" Kyros called to him, as he walked away. The boy turned and a pair of the most beautiful eyes found Kyros; his heart seemed to stop as the boy moved towards him.
"You do?" the boy asked. He came up to him, and Kyros' mouth was ajar for a second as he took in the boy's perfect features; gentle cheeks with soft lips. He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality.
"Yes, the man," Kyros said. "Came into the tavern last night. He was strange." he said. The words came out while Kyros tried to process how intense the boy's presence was. He couldn't place it. His heart fluttered in his chest.
"I'm Kyros," he said, blinking fast, speaking without thinking. "Kyros Laskaris," he added. The boy smiled; and Kyros felt his heart melt a little bit inside.
"Hello, Kyros," he said. "My name is Nolanus. But you can call me Nolan," he said with a respectful nod. Kyros couldn't help but smile.
"The man; he asked for refuge. I referred him to the inn. I can show you if you need," he said. He hoped the boy wouldn't put him down; even though he must have been younger than him, Kyros felt so small compared to him.
But Nolanus smiled and nodded. "Thank you. That would be perfect," he said. Kyros nodded, leading the way down the street as the boy walked by his side.
"What brings you to this village?" Kyros asked. "Is the man your father?" he asked. But Nolan laughed softly.
"He is certainly not my father," he told Kyros. "I'm from far away. I've been sent to find this man you speak of," he said, and looked at him. Again, Kyros felt his heart flutter as he felt his eyes on him. "What do you do here?" he asked.
"I work on a farm nearby. I hope to save to go to Athens soon," Kyros told him honestly. The boy nodded.
"You're brave," Nolanus told him. "Athens isn't an easy place to live at times," he told him.
"You've been?" Kyros asked. Nolan just smiled.
"I've... been to a lot of places," he told him. Kyros was perplexed; so fascinated by this boy and his origins. But he didn't want to push it.
They came up to the inn. Kyros entered first; moving towards the innkeep; an older woman named Rhea. She looked up and smiled as she saw Kyros; she'd been a friend of his mothers.
"Welcome, Kyros," she said, and gestured to Nolanus. "And to your friend. What can I do for you?" she asked.
"There was a man last night," Kyros asked. "He asked for a place to stay at the tavern, I pointed him here. Bald, bearded. Is he still here?" he asked.
But Rhea's eyes only looked confused as she raised an eyebrow. "A bearded man? I'm afraid no such man came in last night," she said. Kyros froze, looking back at Nolan, who looked inquisitive.
"There wasn't?" Kyros asked, and she shook her head.
"Unfortunately not," she replied. "He must have gone elsewhere," she said.
Kyros was highly confused; but when he looked at Nolanus, he didn't seem to share it. He just looked concerned; deep in thought. Kyros thanked Rhea before they left.
"I don't understand," Kyros said. "He'd even asked me to show him where. Maybe he got lost," Kyros said suggestively.
But Nolanus looked at him quickly. "He asked you to show him?" he asked. Kyros raised an eyebrow, but nodded. Nolan sighed, shaking his head. "He had no intention of staying at the inn," he added. "Thank you, Kyros." he said, giving him a nod as he turned and started walking away, but Kyros spoke out.
"Did he murder that girl?" he asked. Nolan stopped dead, turning to look at him.
"Murdered girl? When?" he asked quickly, coming close to him.
"Last night," Kyros told him. "A councilman's daughter was murdered. Her throat was ripped out," he said.
The news made Nolan's eyes widen. "So quickly," he muttered. Kyros' heart dropped at his comment. He didn't understand properly; but it confirmed it. He knew what he'd suspected.
Nolan looked at him kindly, with a sweet smile. "Thank you Kyros," he said. "For your help,"
"Is there anything else you need?" he asked, but Nolan shook his head.
"That's all. You were fantastic," he said. He looked down for a second... before he leant forwards, and gently kissed him on the cheek, turned and walked away.
Kyros was stuck on the stop for a good few seconds, watching the beautiful boy walk away before he gently touched the spot Nolanus had kissed; butterflies soaring through his stomach. He found himself smiling as he turned and made his way towards the dorms. It felt a little colder that night as he made his way into his room. HIs gaze lingered out the window, watching the street below; taking in the events of the past day. It was all a bit much, for a small human like him.
The knock on the door made him jump a little. He moved forward and opened the door for Iason. Something took over Kyros; as the boy entered the door was barely closed before he kissed him. Iason was surprised at first; but jumped into his arms and reciprocated quickly. Kyros had him on the bed, kissing his face, his cheeks, his neck, before he undid Jason's tunic and removed it. The boy was already hard as Kyros went down on him; Iason's hands running through his hair as he sucked him with vigor, his tongue darting under his foreskin and all over his cockhead.
He stood up, and pulled his own tunic off; his cock bouncing in anticipation. Iason sat up and started sucking his hardness; lubricating it well as Kyros sighed. Iason lay back, and Kyros moved the boy's legs back, revealing his smooth hole. Kyros spat into his hand, giving his cock and extra lubrication before he gently pressed against his anus. Iason held onto Kyros' neck as he pushed gently - it was a slow process, but soon Kyros felt his cock head pop past Iason's sphincter. Iason grunted, and then sighed as the initial penetration took place, and Kyros entered him nearly fully. As he pushed up his pubis against Iason, the boy's eyes rolled back as he gave a moan.
Kyros fucked him softly; the moment pure and beautiful as they became one. They sighed and moaned and groaned in synergy as they fucked, sweat starting to trace along their bodies. Kyros felt himself approach; but just before he came he pulled out, his cock pulsing as it fired his cum all over Iason's hard cock and pubic area. Kyros came down and Iason jerked himself off the rest of the way; grunting as his own boy orgasm arrived, shooting his cum all over his stomach. Kyros collapsed onto him; the two of them breathing hard as they cuddled tightly, kissing each other to the smell of their lovemaking.
The sun started to peek through his window when Kyros awoke the next morning. Iason was fast asleep on his chest. Kyros gently kissed his head and he awoke slowly. Kyros felt so peaceful; so grateful for his friend's presence.
The morning was slow; Iason realized he'd stayed the night, which he didn't usually do. They gently kissed, before they both rose to dress. Kyros got himself ready for the day, making his way towards the farm once more. The walk was filled with peace; Kyros found his mind wandering to the beautiful face of Nolanus; the mysterious boy he'd met last night. He doubted he'd forget his face for as long as he lived.
But as he arrived on the farm, he realized something was wrong almost instantly. Soldiers were dotted around, and slaves and servants alike looked panicked. He arrived to the farmhouse; he moved to the supervisor and asked what was happening; but he looked grim.
`A slave boy was murdered last night," he said. Kyros' heart dropped.
"What?" he asked. The man sighed.
"In the stables." he said, "his entire throat was ripped out," he added. Kyros felt himself go cold. The man's face entered his mind once more; he knew it was him. But he had no proof, no evidence. Only the distorted phrasing of Nolanus' words the night before.
Regardless, there was work to be done. Kyros began work with the slaves and other servants; but they were less productive throughout the day. The grief was present. Kyros found out who it was - a slave boy named Basil. Kyros had known him - a stable hand. Yet all throughout the day, he couldn't stop his mind from racing.
He was grateful when it finally ended. He took his drachma and didn't even stop at his dorm before he made his way to the tavern. Adonis gave him his wine; he drank it fast, and had a second, and a third. The wine finally helped his emotions quell ever so slightly. Kyros stayed late; most of the patrons had left by the time he left. The streets were quiet, and his nerves still felt uneasy as he made his way back towards the dorm.
But he froze. He felt eyes on him again. Kyros turned; around 20 metres away, the man stood with a smile that made Kyros' skin crawl.
"You killed them," Kyros said. The man's smile dropped. Kyros heard him sigh; then... the man moved at such speed it made Kyros jump in shock as he appeared right in front of him in less than a second. Such speed, it was a blur to his eyes. Kyros gasped in fright, fear etching into his heart.
"What makes you think that?" he asked with a nasty tone. Kyros' eyes were wide; he felt the blood drain from his face as he saw the man's eyes turn a dark shade of black. He couldn't answer. His breathing was too quick. He started to panic.
The man smiled again; with a flash, he bared his teeth with a hiss; his canines extended into long fangs. Kyros couldn't even scream before he moved at speed again, biting and piercing his neck hard. He pierced his oesophagus; Kyros couldn't even scream as the pain seared through his body - his blood filling the creature's mouth as he tried to squirm away with no success; it showed such strength. He felt blood start to drain into his lungs; helpless as he felt himself grow nauseous as the blood vanished from his body. It hit him at once; he was going to die.
Then something happened. The man was ripped from him as he crumpled to his knees. Kyros looked up; Nolan stood over him; his face horrified. The man had been thrown a few metres away. Kyros grabbed his neck; but he couldn't breathe, or stop the blood.
The man saw Nolan, as his face turned from angry... to terrified. Kyros watched as he tried to run but Nolan... moved faster. The movement was so fast that Kyros didn't register as the man's head was ripped from his body. Just then, Kyros fell to the ground; bleeding out fast. Then Nolan was kneeling over him. He looked torn; unsure and anguished. As Kyros felt his vision start to blur, Nolan bit into his own wrist, and shoved it into Kyros' mouth. As soon as he felt the creature's blood in his system, he felt his own body ease; his neck tingled, but the pain seemed to seep away. He felt his vision start to turn black; he realized this was it. He was dead. He'd never see Athens. He'd never see Iason. Sadness entered his head as he felt himself fade away into nothingness. For what felt like a long while he felt calm. At peace.
His eyes burst open as he inhaled a large breath. Kyros sat up quickly. He was on a bed, somewhere he didn't recognize. He was naked. He felt at his neck; the memories of his last thoughts played back in his mind. But his neck was healed.
Then Kyros became aware of his senses; so much so that he froze. He could hear.... So much. Birds, trees, footsteps, animals, chatter, all zooming through his ears before it drew into a calmness. It was dark; yet, he could see so clearly through it that it seemed like daytime. He looked deeply at the wall in front of him; being able to see the faintest little detail. He realized he could hear a loud tapping; his gaze drew up to the roof, and realized that the loud tapping was a small ant walking across the roof. His nose was filled with so many scents and smells he couldn't differentiate. Even his naked body could feel every single fibre on the soft linen he lay on.
He turned his head. Nolanus sat in a chair just to the side; still as a statue. He smiled gently. Kyros could... he could feel him. His presence. His emotions of sadness.
"What... What happened?" Kyros asked, looking around again, then back to Nolanus.
"The man's dead," Nolan told him. "He can't hurt anyone else," he said.
As he spoke, the memories flooded back to him. He remembered. Yet he was still confused. He was dead. He should be dead.
"I'm sorry," he heard Nolan say. Kyros creased his eyes in confusion. "I just..." Nolan started, tears starting to flood his eyes. "I just wanted to heal you," he finished.
Kyros became aware of how sad Nolan was. He could understand because... he could feel it. Why would he feel it? He felt it deeply; so deeply that he wanted it to stop. He got up and moved to Nolan as the boy started to cry; hugging him. He was still so confused. He parted with Nolan, looking deep into his eyes; so beautiful, so detailed. He felt so connected to him, so a part of him.
"What do you mean?" Kyros asked, feeling his own neck. "You did heal me," he said. Nolan smiled through his tears, and gently touched Kyros' face. Kyros felt tingles through his body as he did; leaning into it gently. He could see the finest details of his beautiful face; and he truly was flawless. He was so beautiful. Kryos knew he'd fallen in love with him.
Then he remembered Nolan's speed. The night before. The man's head; beheaded... by Nolan. With his bare hands. Kyros blinked, looking at this creature he knew couldn't have been human. But he didn't feel scared. He only felt love.
A snap went off, making Kyros jump; suddenly he was in the corner. He stopped; looking down. Nolan stood 4 feet away. He'd appeared in the corner so fast. Kyros looked out the window - the snap was just a bird landing on a branch, snapping a twig. But it had sounded right by his ear.
"How...?" Kyros started. Nolan stood up, looking concerned.
"I just wanted to heal you," Nolan repeated. "But you were too close to death," he added. Kyros took in his words; moving forwards towards the window. He looked outside; everything was as clear as day, but only... It was night. He looked up, and gasped as he witnessed the most stars he'd ever seen by a long while; clear as crystal.
He felt Nolan come up behind him. "I didn't mean to turn you, Kyros," Nolanus said. Kyros turned to him.
"What... what do you mean?" he said; but a tear fell down Nolan's cheek as he smiled.
"I'll look after you. I promise," he said gently..
Kyros blinked; the confusion racked his brain. He looked down at his hands, seeing even the finest details of his fingerprints and his skin. His now flawless skin. Kyros looked up at Nolan in wonder as the realization hit him like a brick.
"You made me like you," he said. The scene flashed in his memories. The man's face, his black eyes; the burst of impossible speed he'd moved, the strength he'd shown. The speed and strength Nolanus had shown. His new creator nodded, sniffing loudly.
"I'm sorry," he added. Kyros blinked; and moved forward and hugged him close. He couldn't understand why he was sad. It was all so confusing. But he didn't feel the need to ask questions right now. Nolan was sad... and he felt it. He felt it so deeply it made him sad, too. They parted. Their eyes locked as Nolan smiled, wiping his tears away.
"You're so beautiful," Nolan told him, gently touching his face. His creator's touch was electric, and Kyros' heart fluttered hard at the comment; his eyes widened. He couldn't help but smile as he took Nolan's touching hand.
"Coming from you," he said. "The most beautiful being I've ever lay my eyes on."
The moment was intense as Kyros felt such a deep love for this being he'd just met. He leant forwards and kissed him deeply. The connection crackled between them as Nolanus kissed him back. All of Kyros' senses were so alive; so on fire. The kiss felt like nothing he'd ever felt before. Everything else didn't matter; just right then and then.
They broke the kiss and hugged deeply for what felt like hours. Nolan looked at him.
"We have to go," he said.
Kyros raised an eyebrow. "Now?" he asked. Nolan nodded.
"The body will be discovered soon. We need to leave." he said.
"Why don't we just wait till day?" he asked. Nolan couldn't answer immediately. He looked to the floor, before he explained.
"We can't. Be out during the day, I mean." he said. "I'll explain everything soon, I promise," he added. "We just... we need to go. Please trust me," he said.
Kyros nodded. He did. With his life, he realized. He trusted him more than anyone, and he felt compelled to go. Nolan nodded before he left him, and returned a few minutes later with a new tunic. His old one was probably covered in blood. His own blood. Kyros pulled it on, and they left.
It had been an old abandoned house near the edge of town. It was late at night, most of the town was asleep; but he could hear soft chatter, and some people fucking here and there. Kyros came to realize that he needed to leave it all behind. It slowly kicked in with a strange sensation. He felt Nolan's eyes on him all too often. He realized that as he'd felt Nolanus' emotions... he felt his, too. He truly knew he felt how he felt.
Nolan and Kyros came to the base of the dormitory. Kyros showed him in - it was silent as they climbed the stairs to his room. They entered; Kyros grabbed everything of value and packed it into a stachel - most importantly, his store box. He knew it probably wouldn't last long, but that was fine. They finished packing, and Kyros looked at his room in realization that he'd probably never see it again. The implications were slowly coming to his head. But he could do nothing about it now.
Kyros gave his room a last look, before they moved out; gently walking through the hallway then started down the stairs.
"Kyros?" he heard a whisper. He and Nolan froze. Kyros turned to see Iason, half asleep, rubbing his eye. "You're back. I was worried," he said.
A pang of sadness rang through Kyros. He looked at Nolan, who realized what was happening. He nodded, turned and made his way downstairs. Kyros moved towards his friend - he immediately realized the smell. It was the smell of something else - something delicious. As he neared, Kyros became all too aware of the heartbeat he heard clearly and loudly. He hugged his younger friend.
"Just know that I love you," Kyros told him. "I'll see you soon," he added. He knew it was a lie. But he couldn't say that. Iason looked up at him in confusion.
"You're ... leaving?" he asked. Kyros sighed, and nodded. He looked at Iason's neck, becoming aware of the throbbing vein in his neck. But he ignored it.
"Not for long. Keep well for me," he said. Iason was confused; but he nodded, hugging Kyros once more, before he turned and headed back into his room. Kyros stood for a second, watching the door; realizing that he might never see him again. He sighed, turned and made his way down the stairs with Nolan. He fastened his bag, and looked at his creator as he breathed in the fresh night air.
"Now what?" he asked. Nolan smiled, and kissed his cheek. "Now we run," he said. With that, he took Kyros' hand, and with a burst of speed they dashed off into the night.