P.S. At the time, I contacted Evangeline for her blessing, and she told me it felt like full circle since her beginnings as a writer had been doing fanfiction.
MASTER HAVEN & MASTER WREN
“Good morning.”
His former master (and love of his life since the first moment their eyes met) woke him up as he had for the past ten years whenever they were not on a mission, kissing the H on his pelvis, outcome of their experience with the Tiberions and exactly what prompted their confession of eternal love.
“Good morning to you too, love.” Wren caressed the lock of white hair, grown on Haven’s hairline amid otherwise blue-black short tresses. “Did you rest well?”
“The only time I don’t rest well is when I’m not in your arms.” Haven smiled, and that unrelenting fire between them surfaced easily.
“We have a couple of standard hours before we depart for Rigel Six,” Wren murmured with his eyes boring into Haven’s deepest blue.
“Should we call this assignment going full circle before starting a new chapter?”
“You know dealing with Dungbar will not be a problem for me,” Wren said firmly.
The bastard had enslaved Wren until his twelfth name day when Haven discovered him in a dirty alley. Now, eons later, after slavery had been abolished on the Rigelian System thanks to the Light Bringers’ lobby, Dungbar still kept a slave ring while dangerously armed on the underbelly of Rigel Six. Not even the military forces of the system have been able to overpower it.
Mistress Tegbreth (who had not been their fan from the get-go) had bullied the Council of Wisdom to send them on this mission, perhaps thinking it would bring bad memories to Wren. And she seemed to have also bullied her way to foist novices on them.
Twins they will get as charges upon their return from their Rigelian mission. Due to the nature of their relationship and the formidable team they made, the custom of apprenticeship had never applied to them since this would imply an extended separation to focus on their individual novices.
Haven softly kissed Wren on the mouth this time. “I love you,” he whispered and trailed his lips downward (over chin, neck, pecs, and abs), finally nuzzling the golden brown curls on the base of Wren's cock.
Wren trembled, feeling the big hands rub his hips in sync with the movements of Haven’s face around his crotch. He swallowed hard— there was no need for an answer at the moment.
His former master’s thin lips grazed his cock head. Humming happily, Haven rearranged himself to lay sideways, almost in a 69 position, his face still on Wren’s crotch, giving open-mouthed kisses on the rock-solid shaft and kneading shrinking balls.
Haven’s cock was a thick column, jutting close to Wren’s face and trickling pre-come. Nevertheless, Wren focused his attention on the strong muscles of lover’s ass, tracing with his left hand those hard and inviting curves.
“Hmm, love that.” Haven murmured, enveloping Wren’s cock in the sweet heat of his wonderful mouth and pumping it with expert fingers.
“You don’t want me to last, do you?” Wren chuckled, amused.
“Actually, I need you to last a little longer, Master Wren.”
Haven only called Wren “master” when he was in need of penetration.
The thought almost made Wren come furiously. He moved to his knees, without disturbing the maddening suction around his cock, but allowed the back of his hand to stroke a hollowed cheek.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Ah, his beautiful Wren.
Haven had seen Wren change from a slender godling into a powerful man. Thanks to the blessings of the Living Light, Wren was a wise, tall and muscular master. The little slave boy he'd rescued so many years ago for ninety-five credits and a loaf of dewberry bread, now inspired fear among evildoers throughout the galaxy.
Anyone might think they were the same age, except for the lock of white hair crowning Haven's head, memento of a disturbing moment when he thought he had lost Wren in the hands of an enemy, a situation even worse than when H’rak abducted Wren, planning to make the boy his personal pain slave.
According to the sages, they would remain ageless for centuries due to the pureness of their love. A love meant to be indeed eternal.
Haven raised his eyes to admire the impressive figure with long, golden hair, caressing his cheek, as he sucked the thick, grown manhood with keen intention. The love pouring from Wren's eyes (intact even after all these years) had every cell of Haven's body aflame.
Using the abundant fluids flowing from his own cock to prepare his hole, Haven released Wren’s shaft and positioned himself on all fours. He looked back to Wren invitingly. He heard Wren utter a muffled curse. He mentally laughed because he knew how hard it was for Wren to withhold his climax— unable to focus the power of the Living Light easily, thanks to all the erotic sensations invading him.
The Living Light could create formidable weapons of destruction but also help you control the functions of your body for survival or (as in the present case) pleasure.
Wren steered Haven's hip with one hand and teased his entrance with the other, rubbing his purpled head there. “Rest your chest on the bed, Master.”
“I’m not your master anymore,” Haven replied breathlessly.
“It doesn’t matter who’s taking whom, Haven. You will always be master of my heart, master of my body.”
Ten years together and their bodies were tuned as one. Haven's hole accepted the invasion with a tremor of pain and a melting heart. He was Wren’s, and Wren was his. “Yes, Wren. I accept that as long as you accept your mastery over my soul."
Fully sheathed within Haven, Wren pulled him up. With a strong hand on Haven's Adam's apple, he whispered, “Forever, Haven. We belong to each other.” Wren’s beard tickled Haven's earlobe with naughty playfulness.
“Fuck me, Wren. Fill me with your love,” Haven sighed.
And as Wren began thrusting with potent rhythm, Haven felt the Living Light surrounding them, swirling and becoming one with them, enhancing their senses and transporting them to infinite ecstasy. To a place where both minds became a single entity; where they dived into each other’s souls with complete truthfulness. Each one a Master by his own merits, they didn’t share a mental link anymore, and yet (in moments like this one) the understanding of their pleasure was blinding as sunshine for one another.
“So big, so hard in me, Wren.”
“Hard for you, my love, always for you. The greatest aphrodisiac is your submission, my master.”
Wren took Haven’s cock and pumped it, without missing a beat of his sharp thrusts. Both were close, and the Living Light surrounding them became brighter and brighter in tune with their incoming climax. With an agonizing grunt of release, Wren started to fill Haven, still stroking and guiding him to Paradise.
“Yesss,” was all Haven could say as he convulsed, spurting jet after jet of precious seed in Wren’s large hands. They collapsed in a mass of tangled limbs on the ample bed.
Minutes later, when his breath became steadier and still on top of Haven, Wren spoke, “I’m going to hate being away from you.”
Haven relished in the long tresses brushing his face, before he turned and whispered, mesmerized by the beauty of those eyes like the oceans of Radiant. “We’ll find the way to have moments like this. We could always send our novices to practice together for a standard hour or two.” He chuckled, watching the last adolescent trait in Wren, the biting of his lower lip when he was thinking too hard.
“I guess we could do that every other standard month.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of every other standard week.” Haven laughed openly this time.
“Even better, my love.” Wren laughed too and kissed Haven fully on the lips. “It’s time to get ready, a mission awaits.”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Exactly two standard hours later, before they boarded their ship, the twins accompanied by Master Serin came to say goodbye. They had the annoying custom of speaking together as if they were one. “We are going to miss you both, Masters.”
Haven spoke with one foot on the platform already. “Don’t give trouble to Master Serin. We won’t tolerate mischievousness.”
Wren admonished in a somewhat softer tone. “Read the books we gave you. We will examine you two as soon as we get back.” Both younglings nodded, and he turned to enter the spaceship closing the door behind him.
With a wicked grin on his face, Haven murmured, giving him a soft peck. “I’m going to examine you, at least twice, before we arrive at Rigel Six.”
Pulling Haven for a deeper kiss, Wren conceded. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, master.”
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