A New Start

Posted on 30 Dec 2022 @ 12:59am by Rogue Nazri Arisant & Warrior Kylandro (Kyle) de Arzo

2,428 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: Once Upon a Codex
Location: Rivain, Dairsmuid
Timeline: Ten Years Ago, after post 'Reunion'

Kyle awoke with the dawn, as was his usual custom. He'd had a fitful and deep night's sleep despite the distracting presence of the handsome man stretched out next to him on the bed, gently snoring. Kyle's shared slumber with Nazri had been completely chaste, unlike Kyle's dreams in which they had passionately claimed each other in ways that were everything except chaste. He took a moment to admire this lovely and compelling man whom fate had brought back into his life, Nazri's chiseled features relaxed and endearingly vulnerable.

As the details of his dreams faded, Kyle was left with a single lingering thought. He could fall in love with this man.

Kyle slipped from the bed, chuckling quietly at himself. The future ahead was wide open and they had plenty of time to figure out… whatever this might turn out to be. He stepped into the washroom to begin preparing for the new day. Breakfast, then introducing Nazri to Seer Madraso.

The qunari's dreams had been less sensuous and settled than his bedmate's. They hadn't risen to the level of nightmare. They were too vague for that. But he'd been running. It wasn't clear in the dream if he were the prey, the predator, or if he was just running, but it had been vaguely discomforting.

He awoke to an empty bed, which was not a big surprise, he hadn't ever shared a bed. Still, it was disappointing. Being in the same bed with Kyle, even though nothing had really happened, had been comforting.

He lay there under the covers until he heard Kyle back from his trip to the washroom, then he rolled out of bed. "Mornin'" he greeted, "I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me."

"Can you show me more, em, things tonight?"

Kyle had just pulled on his trousers and now turned to Nazri with his shirt in one hand. His sultry gaze roved over Nazri, considering all the delicious ramifications of that question. He canted his head and smiled warmly. "If that's what you want, I will show you all the things, but it is completely up to you to set the pace." Kyle moved closer to Nazri. "If you'd like, we can review the things from yesterday evening."

Nazri reached over and took the shirt out of Kyle's hand and tossed it on the floor, then he leaned closer so there was hardly any space between them at all. "I'm good with reviewing," he said before moving his lips to Kyle's.

Kyle returned the kiss eagerly, pulling Nazri into his arms as he explored the man's mouth with his tongue. With one hand he reached up the qunari's back to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck, while with the other he grasped Nazri's muscular backside.

Though Nazri wouldn't have admitted it to Kyle, the kisses they'd shared the night before had been good and left him wanting for more, but they had been far from perfect. That hadn't been Kyle's fault, it had been his own inexperience. Not that he was by any means an expert on his second go around, but it was far less awkward not that he had at least the basic concept of what was happening and what to do.

The current kiss was wonderful and he wished it would go on forever, though he knew it couldn't. Perhaps it was the kiss, or maybe it was the way that Kyle was grabbing him, but he felt the blood rushing to where nature intended it to in such situations, and he felt himself hardening. He kept his eyes open looking into the other man's face, uncertain of what to do next.

Pressed together as they were, Kyle was fully aware of Nazri's natural response. Kyle's own erotic dreams and the anticipation of needing to keep himself in check and allow Nazri to dictate how far they went had prompted the older teen to give himself release in the washroom, and yet that tension was building again. Kyle pulled back slightly from the kiss to look into Nazri's eyes. "Would you like me to show you what is next now, or do you want to save that for tonight?"

The qunari was torn. He hadn't had the release that Kyle had, though to be fair, he hadn't had the kind of dreams that the other teen had. Part of him wanted to explore, to experience, everything all at once. It was pretty clear that's what his body wanted. He pulled himself away from the human. Not much just enough to provide a few inches of separation.

"I want to take our time when you show me when we do it. Whatever it is, that is. Do we have that kind of time now?"

Kyle ran his fingertips along the edge of Nazri's smalls and weighed the young man's words. Both desire and hesitation were there, and for any of this to feel right for Kyle, he needed Nazri's full and enthusiastic consent. "What I have in mind won't take much time, I think. And it's like kissing, not something done once, but something to be experimented with and practiced." Kyle licked his lips in anticipation. "But we can wait until you're ready."

"There's no question in my mind, if we have the time, I want to try it now. I don't want to wait."

"Well then," said Kyle, and pressed his lips to Nazri's for a brief kiss as he slipped his fingers beneath Nazri's smalls and pushed them down, exposing the qunari's delicious length. "I want you to relax and enjoy while I show you another way that lips, tongue, and mouth can give pleasure." Kyle sank to his knees.

And then Kyles' mouth, tongue, and lips were far too occupied to say anything else.

The qunari were not a very private people, so while he lacked in practical experience, and was immensely shy when it came to carnal things, was not entirely naive about some things. Buy he had never, in his entire life, imagined that something like Kyle was doing to him at that moment, happening, or for that matter, even being a possibility.

And it was exquisite, glorious, and the best experience he had ever had in his entire life up until that point. His length was lengthened by the first touch of the tongue. He also knew why Kyle had said it wouldn't take that long, because, within the space of five minutes, he was having to fight not to go over the edge.

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In the small kitchen, Kyle hummed to himself and smiled at the thought of his morning appetizer. He was almost finished toasting thick bread slices over the open flame of his stove, taking care not to singe them. The eggs were soft-boiled and ready to eat, and tea brewed in the pot. All that remained was for Nazri to finish in the washroom and join him.

Nazri was sated after the sensuous and carnal experience he had just had. Yet, at the same time, his mind was filled with anticipation and curiosity about what more might be in store. Kyle had been an excellent teacher so far and there was much more that he had to learn. He had almost asked his new friend about penetration but wasn't sure if he were ready for that quite yet, so he'd decided not to broach the subject.

He came out of the washroom, almost fully clothed. He was wearing black pants and a gray tunic. The only thing missing from his wardrobe were boots, he was barefoot. "That smells delicious," he said as he walked up behind Kyle and wrapped his arms around him from behind. "What are we having?"

Kyle turned his head to plant a kiss on Nazri's jaw. "Simple fare. Toasted bread, soft-boiled eggs, and tea." He indicated the bowl of eggs and teapot on the table, along with two place settings. "Will you pour the tea? Be careful, the eggs are still hot." He transferred the last slice of bread, toasted to a nice crispy brown, to a serving plate with the others.

"I'd rather just stand here just like we are now, but that would start things up again and we'd miss breakfast and you've gone to such much work. So, I guess I could accommodate you."

He stepped back and took hold of the handle of the kettle and poured tea into two earthen mugs. They were chipped in a few places and didn't match, but he didn't mind. "I like simple fare."

"So what is this seer we're going to visit like?"

"What Loreta Madraso is like..." Thinking about the seer helped Kyle put the distracting thought of skipping breakfast to play with Nazri out of his mind. He set the plate of toasted bread on the small table and sat down across from Nazri. "She's a mage, but skilled in a tradition of magic that is honored in Rivain, but looked down upon by much of southern Thedas, mainly because they sometimes work with spirits."

Kyle put a slice of toast on his plate and picked up an egg, carefully cracked it with his knife to split in two, then with a spoon scooped out the gooey yellow yolk and solid-cooked white onto the bread. "She's old, and you might say a bit cantankerous." Kyle smiled fondly, thinking of her. "She pays fair and lets me rent this apartment for under the market rate. I run errands for her, gather herbs she wants, things like that."

"I've never put much stock in spirits," Nazri spoke up as he mirrored Kyle's actions with the egg and toast. Sex wasn't the only area he was learning from the other boy.

Then he shook his head, "I don't think I said that right. What I meant was I don't take much stock in people's superstitions about them. Something tells me you shouldn't fear something just because you don't understand it."

"I'm not saying you shouldn't be careful, even suspicious sometimes, but not just, I don't know blind prejudice? Maybe I feel that way because that's how some people look at folks like me."

Kyle reached out and patted Nazri's hand in the way of a friend. "I couldn't agree more. Here in Dairsmuid, most people are relatively open-minded, and content to let other people live their lives. If the Southern Chantry ever exerts control here, that could change." Kyle was quiet for a moment considering that possibility and shuddered.

"Close to the border as Dairsmuid is, a number of qunari reside here. So you won't stand out as much here as you might further south," said Kyle thoughtfully. He finished his first slice of toast and egg and added a second helping of both to his plate. "Do you think you're still being hunted?"

"Well, I don't think someone's going to be breaking down your door," Nazari said as he boldly helped himself to seconds as well, "but they will probably hunt me for the rest of my life, or they catch me."

"I'm far more worried about you than about my door. Do you really think the people hunting you won't give up eventually?" Kyle washed his last bite down with his cooling tea, then poured himself another cup. He held the teapot over Nazri's cup with one eyebrow raised questioningly.

Tue qunari gave a wan smile when Kyle voiced his concern. "My people have a long memory, especially for those who willingly or not oppose the status quo. So, despite the fact that I've run away, and that I'm not that well known and certainly not famous, I think I'll always be an enemy of the people. and a threat."

"Still, I don't think they'll probably give up on actively hunting me if I can evade them long enough, but there will probably always be a price on my head."

"What about you, do you have any enemies?"

"Nobody's trying to kill or kidnap me," said Kyle with a pensive frown. "Your name… In the Qun, people are called by their function, right? Is your name – Nazri – like that, or is it a name you chose for yourself?"

"I'm glad to hear that no one is hunting you like they are hunting me, though I'm not quite sure you really answered my question. There is more than one type of enemy."

"To answer your question, though it is one I picked for myself. One more reason I left, I am too much of an individual."

"The notion that who anybody is can be decided by someone else, and that a person can't evolve and change..." Kyle shuddered. "Of course, you had to leave. As for my enemies, it's true there are some in the city who wish me ill. I joined a street gang when I was a kid. Truth is, I might not have survived otherwise. But the gang demanded absolute loyalty and I didn't like some of their methods, especially when a new leader took over. So I left, not long before you were here last time. Eventually, I met the seer and she gave me real, paying work. But sometimes, a gang member or the leader will corner me and try to persuade or intimidate me into working for them again."

Nazri listened as the other teen spoke. "So, what do you do when that happens?"

Kyle's countenance darkened, and he looked away. "Depends what gang member is asking. Sometimes they send an underling as a reminder the gang still considers me an asset. Then I can refuse straight out. If the leader or one of her lieutenants asks me, I need to be, uh... careful about how I decline." Unsubtly changing the subject, Kyle asked, "Have you had any formal arcane training? We could ask Loreta for advice about finding you a teacher."

The change in conversation wasn't lost on Nazri, but the subject was obviously a touchy point for Kyle, so he didn't pursue it out of respect. "No former training, it's all self-taught. I really wasn't in a position to ask for help. Until now."

"Until now." Kyle took Nazri's hand and kissed his palm. "Come on, let's go downstairs, and I'll introduce you to Loreta."

"I've never had someone kiss my hand before," Nazri said. "but I kind of like it." He glanced into Kyle's looking glass, adjusted his hair and followed him out of the room.

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