Two years back
They shone down at the front yard where the kids are gathered to bid farewell to a big sister who is leaving the orphanage.
Arianna steps out. Long golden hair tied in a loose braid. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced over at the sea of kids before leaving. Her lips curved upwards in a gentle smile as shecwas about to exit–she heard someone call to her.
"Big sis Ari." It was a young twelve year old. Red hair catching light and his big eyes meeting hers.
"Fallon?" Arianna smiled as she looked over at the trio. It was Fallon, Soren and Cyrus.
"Do you have to leave?" Fallon asked, his eyes seemed to be digging into her.
Arianna just smiles, "ahh," she let out a little sound of acknowledgement, "you three are almost grown now to understand that a little bird can't stay in its nest forever," she reached out and ruffled the twelve year old's hair, "it has to leave the nest one day."
Soren looked straight at Arianna as he said, "but sister," he glanced away. Arianna had always been the one to protect them. But now she was leaving, "what if that bird still has to protect its young."
Arianna laughed. Her hand reached Soren's hair as she ruffled them, "then that bird will leave someone in charge." She smiled, "you are sixteen now, little brother."
Soren looked at her.
"You are old enough to take care of your younger siblings."
With that, Soren nodded.
"My little blondie," she looked towards Cyrus. If it was anyone else other than Arianna, Cyrus would have exploded in them, "please look after Soren and the others."
The fourteen year old Cyrus didn't say anything but he nodded his head.
"Then I'm gonna leave now."
The three of them along with the kids gathered at the gate watched as Arianna leaves. The golden braid behind her gently sways because of the wind.
Present day
Aaron tapped on the table as he let out a long sigh. His eyes were puffy as if he was crying, "The Matron's really gone." He looked at the rest of the three people in the room. They were gathered in Aaron and Fallon's room, "we have to be more decisive about the future and handle Silvergone all on our own."
Fallon's eyes were the same as Aaron's as he said, "we have to figure out how she managed this whole place."
Cyrus sighed, "I can look over at the financial side of things but for that I do need to look at the expenses for Silvergone."
"That can be arranged," Aaron nodded thoughtfully.
"So… who's gonna be on cooking duty." Fallon's eyes narrowed as he looked at the faces.
"What about the cook that the matron hired?" Soren asked thoughtfully.
"She resigned." Cyrus deadpanned.
"Why?" Soren couldn't help but ask.
"It is unknown," Fallon sighs, "but the day big Bro Soren supposedly 'ran away' the cook also quit her job like she had seen something she wasn't supposed to."
"Then who had been cooking for the kids?" Soren's eyes scanned the three people.
"Me." Cyrus said.
"Me." Fallon said.
'And me." Aaron said.
"All three of you?" Soren was astonished and looked at all of them, "did you three rotate. Like mornings for Fallon, Lunch for Aaron and Dinner for Cyrus?"
"True," Fallon nodded, "but I took the dinner shift because healers need rest– to heal others."
Soren sighed, "tomorrow," he leaned on his hand, face pressed against his palm, "I will take on with morning's kitchen duty."
"You gonna cook?" Aaron asked.
Soren nodded.
Cyrus sighed, "but who is gonna get the ingredients?"
"Aren't the ingredients sent by someone?" Aaron sighed, "maybe they are in a contract with the Matron, so they are sending us food until the contract expires…"
"So, we also have to learn to earn money?" Soren sighed, "in a few days, let's see what we can do."
"Me and Soren could go to a far away town to earn something… then send the funds back for the orphanage," Cyrus suggested.
"That's easier said than done." Fallon sighed.
"Cyrus is right…" Soren said as Cyrus flinched, he was still not used to Soren saying his name, "we have to do something to earn."
"Our big brothers can work this out… but so that leaves me and Fallon to kitchen duty–" Aaron cut his own words, "actually you two should take one of us healers with you. In the face of an injury."
"But then what about the kitchen?" Soren asked.
"You will be alone there." Cyrus rolled his eyes.
Aaron smirked, "I love cooking, so I don't mind."
"Alright…" Fallon sighed, "so it's settled then."
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Soren had gone to the bathroom. After being in that stingy cave and not bathing for so long had filled him with disgust. He needs to scrub all those days worth of filth from his body.
He looked at his arm. They have darkened up to the elbows then stopped. His teeth feel sharper now. Only the lord knows how many times he had accidentally bitten himself. The water cascaded down his body as he scrubbed himself. His now longer hair sticking to his back.
He got out of the tub. The water hit themselves as they fell from his body back to the tub. He grabbed a towel–wiping his hair thoroughly then wrapping it around his waist.
He walked out of the bathroom. It was still late at night. The moonlight shined through the orphanage windows as he quietly walked back to his room.
He stepped closer to the bedroom, "sunshine?" He slowly opened the door. He had expected Cyrus to be asleep. But there he was sitting on the bed reading a book.
Cyrus's eyes snapped towards Soren, "you…" Soren caught the faintest of blush on Cyrus's face. Soren had figured out long ago what Cyrus feels about him. But he would rather hear it directly from Cyrus instead, "put some clothes on." Cyrus scolded.
Soren's chest rumbled as a laugh escaped his throat.
"What's so funny?" Cyrus's cheeks were red now.
"Can I ask you something, Sunshine?" Soren smiled.
"W- What?" Cyrus looks away.
Soren sat beside Cyrus. His expression turned serious. As his soft velvety voice dripped like honey from his mouth, "do you have a crush on me, Sunshine?"
Cyrus froze. He hadn't expected Soren to ask that. He gritted his teeth not wanting to answer. But his silence would tell Soren the truth about his feelings.
Soren still looked at him with those perfect blue eyes. And those lips. Soren thought that he had become a monster but to Cyrus he had become more infuriatingly… attractive.
Soren after returning from the cave had told him that he doesn't want to have any regrets anymore. Cyrus sighed. Soren is giving him a way out. To get his feelings off his chest.
Before he could choke on his voice. He heard himself say, "yes…"
Soren's eyes widened. But they softened again as a smile bloomed on his face. Not his usual teasing grin but a soft–sweet genuine smile, "I already knew how you felt about me." Soren softly leaned in.
Cyrus flinched, he felt tears pricking his eyes, "then why-" his voice broke, "why did you make me say it?"
"I wanted to hear it from you."
A long silence followed.
Then–
"I also don't want any regrets." Cyrus looked away, not letting the tears spill from his eyes.
Soren just smiled at him.
"Soren…" Cyrus's voice lacked his usual gruffness, "Do you remember? You told me that you would return my feelings with open arms if I confess sober?"
Soren's eyes widened then he chuckled, "you still remember that?" Then he looked at Cyrus, "I'm still serious about that, sunshine."
Another silence hit them like a pile of bricks.
"Do you already want to take it to the next level?" Soren tilted his head to the side, "hm?"
Cyrus let out a breath finally finding the courage to say, "yes…"
"Come here." Soren pulled Cyrus closer until their lips met in a quiet kiss.
Cyrus was initially shocked but he melted into the kiss. He thought that this would never happen. He thought that he would never have the courage. He thought that he would never see Soren again. Cyrus put both of his palms on Soren's chest.
Soren's even taller than Cyrus now, like two heads taller. Cyrus is more salty about that.
They finally pulled out, "how was that for a first kiss?" Soren tilted his head, bringing his fingers to Cyrus's lips to wipe off some saliva.
Cyrus huffed, ears faintly pink as he said, "you kiss horribly."
Soren giggled, "but I think I kiss wonderfully." He gently pushed Cyrus to the bed, "sunshine… Can you handle me?"
Cyrus blushed deeper, "I…"
"Are you sure about this?" Soren asked, "if you don't want then–"
"I do want it!" Cyrus cuts Soren off, "please…" his voice got softer.
Soren smiled, "Alright then…" he leaned down and kissed Cyrus's lips again. His fingers playing with the buttons on Cyrus's shirt.
Cyrus's arms went over Soren's shoulder pulling him deeper. Soren groaned in the kiss as Cyrus felt the vibration through Soren's lips sending it straight to Cyrus's cock.
"Cy…" Soren gasped as he finally got rid of the buttons on Cyrus's shirt. He broke the kiss to look at those perfect mismatched eyes.
"Soren…" Cyrus groaned as he felt long delicate fingers on his chest. Tracing the curves of his chest muscles.
The side of Soren's lips curved upwards, "for someone as short as you, you are quite fit." He teased.
"Fuck off." Cyrus sneered.
Soren chuckled, "I'm giving you a complement, baby."
Cyrus flinched at Soren's words. Soren has never called him 'baby'.' He had been called 'Sunshine,' 'Pup' and even 'Chuwawa.' but never 'baby.'
Soren smiled and leaned in pressing a kiss on Cyrus's neck. Cyrus groaned, "damn you…" he cursed under his breath.
Soren's fingers brushed against his sensitive buds. Cyrus gritted his teeth and arched his back.
He had dreamt about this countless times and once Soren had even found him asleep with hands inside his trousers… but only this time it isn't a dream. It's a reality. Cyrus's reality.
"Relax baby…" Soren's nips on Cyrus's shoulder were getting gentler as if he would hurt him if he goes any rougher. His teeth lightly grazed over Cyrus's neck.
"I am relaxed!" Cyrus breathed out. His breathing came out uneven as all of Cyrus's words were sending waves of pleasure into his cock.
Soren chucked, the sound vibrating on Cyrus's neck, "no, you are not…" Soren's lips moved towards Cyrus's collarbone, "you are tense." He kissed and nipped at Cyrus's collarbone, "still nervous, baby?"
Cyrus bit his lower lips as he replied, "no…"
"Liar…" Soren accused, as his slender fingers hooked in Cyrus's waist-band of his trousers, "are you ready?"
Cyrus nodded as Soren pulled off Cyrus's trousers. Leaving him bare from the waist down but the shirt was still in him just unbuttoned.
"Ha…" Soren exhaled a breath, "so wonderful." Soren praised, "you look so beautiful."
The blush on Cyrus's face deepened as he felt getting harder and drier. The pre-cum glistened on the tip. The air, entering into his lungs just as heavily as it leaves, "stop saying it like that…"
Soren's hand wrapped around it, "it fits so well in my palm" Soren purred as he stroked it gently. His and moving up and down on it drawing out tiny gasps and whimpers from Cyrus. Soren feels the towel on his waist tighten with an out line.
"I- it's not fair…" Cyrus muttered in between gasps and little moans, "why are you wearing that towel anyway?"
Soren laughs, "you wish to see me naked?"
Cyrus choked on his moans. But right now he is more than honest with Soren, "yes." He replied.
"Patience…" Soren teased as he took the head into his mouth.
Cyrus threw his head back, mouth opening in a low moan. He closed his mouth and gritted his teeth. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Soren's cheeks hollowed. His touches were as gentle as a faint whisper of the wind. But the constant up and down of his head on Cyrus's cock was anything but gentle.
Soren grinned on Cyrus's cock as he tasted the salty pre-cum on the tip as he groaned. He continued his ministration.
Cyrus's voice altered between needy whimpers and desperate guttural growls. He looked over at Soren. On how his lips moved with such grace. But as Soren did so, he felt Soren's newly sharp teeth grazed over Cyrus's sensitive skin– drawing out needy moans.
"Where did you even learn this from?!" There was a hint of envy in Cyrus's voice. He breathed heavily.
Soren pulled out from Cyrus's cock to meet his eyes. A string of saliva connected Soren's lips to Cyrus's cock. He grinned but he answered truthfully, "there are some things that I learn on my own, this is one of them."
There were beads of sweat on Cyrus's forehead even though the night was cold. With the night air creeping through the slightly ajar windows, "pervert…" Cyrus muttered under his breath.
Soren's grin widened, "I prefer being called… independent."
Cyrus rolled his eyes.
Soren gently pushed Cyrus's legs to open more, "there, keep it like that for me." He looked over at Cyrus, Soren's blue eyes looking into his mismatched ones. Soren breathed out, "let me prepare you, baby."
Soren without a warning entered his middle finger. Cyrus's back arched as he felt the delicate fingers invading his place. His breathing got heavier. As Soren started to move his hand gently. It caused Cyrus to open his legs to give Soren more access.
"Add- hnngg- add another one– ah– I can take it." Cyrus' voice came out as broken sobs.
Soren obeyed, his grin got wider as he added another finger, gently scissoring Cyrus. As they moans kept dropping from Cyrus's mouth like music to Soren's ears. Soren gently moved his hands letting Cyrus feel it.
Cyrus's breathing got heavier as he muttered curses under his breath. He arched his back again.
"How sensitive~" Soren teased as he did not stop. His fingers kept moving. Preparing him for what's to come next. And the next second Soren pulled his fingers back.
Cyrus whimpered at the sudden emptiness. "Soren…?" He gently called out.
"Shh, I'm here." Soren comforted, "I'm right where you need me, baby." Soren caressed Cyrus's cheek, "you are doing so well, baby."
"I'm doing nothing," Cyrus huffed and looked away, "you are doing most of it."
Soren chuckled, "but you are taking it so well." He removed his hand from Cyrus's cheek. "Are you ready for me?"
Cyrus didn't answer. He just nodded.
After the confirmation, Soren got up. He swiftly removed the towel from his waist discarding it on his own bed. His cock spring free.
Cyrus's eyes widened. He didn't know Soren was… compared to Soren he is just… fun sized. Would that even fit inside Cyrus. Cyrus gulped.
Soren blushed a little, "well… It's also my first time. So, if something goes wrong then you should know that I'm just as inexperienced as you."
"I- alright." Cyrus nodded. He had wondered how Soren would look with all of his clothes off. He only had seen his upper body before today. He really looked at Soren. The abs. The abs had deepened after he had grown taller because of Elias.
Soren smiled and crawled on the bed. He moved Cyrus's hips a little. He positioned himself.
"Want me to go on all fours?" Cyrus said as he felt the tip against his hole.
"No, you can stay on your back."
Before Cyrus could reply to Soren. He felt a sharp–yet gentle thrust and Soren's cock invading his bottom, "ahh!" His voice rose in pitch just a bit.
"Shh," Soren's hips moved forward and backward inside Cyrus gently, "you are gonna wake the whole orphanage, baby."
"Soren…" Cyrus moaned, his face contorted in pleasure as he repeated Soren's name like it's a prayer.
Soren's hips kept snapping forward gently as he his fingers dug into Cyrus's hips as he moved in and out. Soren couldn't even push the whole way in. He was too big for Cyrus.
"Ahh!" Cyrus groaned, he bit his lip to silence himself, "I can basically feel you in my chest."
Soren laughed, his forehead was moist with sweat as his front hair stuck to his forehead, "yeah I get that." He leaned in, still moving. His hair spilled from his shoulder and tickled Cyrus's chest.
Cyrus groaned.
Soren leaned more, his lips touched one of Cyrus's sensitive buds as his hips snapped back and forth. Cyrus arched his back and his hand fisted in Soren's hair, with his toes curling. His other hand fisted on the mattress.
Soren's cheeks hollowed and his cheekbones were more prominent now. He kept moving.
Cyrus's own cock on his stomach throbbed as he was taken by the same person he thought he had no chance with.
"Fuck…" Soren let go of Cyrus's bud, there was a red mark around the bud, "I am so close… damn it."
Cyrus's breathing got even heavier than before, "I am as well."
"Okay" Soren groaned as he threw his head back. Guttural sounds escaping his lips as he took Cyrus. He was trying to be gentle with Cyrus but the tightness from Cyrus's walls clenching around him was intoxicating.
"Fuck fuck fuck…" Soren's fingers would leave marks on Cyrus's hips. But Cyrus doesn't care. He listened to Soren curse in pure bliss as he squeezed his eyes shut. His rival, his friend and now his lover were taking him. It's all he ever wanted. Cyrus's own moans mixed with Soren's creating a tune of symphony.
"Clo– Close?" Cyrus breathed through every moan.
Soren didn't answer, he nodded his head, "Fuck… sunshine… I… can't hold it in… much longer…"
Cyrus groaned, "then let go!" Cyrus felt tears pricking his eyes.
With a final thrust and a roar Soren emptied himself inside of Cyrus as his eyes rolled backwards. His bruising grip in Cyrus's waist tightened.
Cyrus's eyes widened as he felt something hot fill up his stomach. He bit his lip hard.
Soren pulled out gently. His breathing is heavier and so was Cyrus's. He gritted his teeth. The sound of heavy breathing filled the bedroom.
Cyrus's cock splattered on his stomach. Soren sighed. As he stroked Cyrus's cock again. "Soren…"
"Shh," Soren comforted as he kept stroking Cyrus, "you are close right?" he smiled gently, "just let it out."
Cyrus breathed heavier as he released as well. He gritted his teeth again as he felt something hot coming out of his tip. It spilled over Soren's hand, "there we got, you did so good for your first time, sunshine."
Soren released his grip, "I will go and clean you up, baby. I will get a bucket of water and clean clothes."
As Soren was about to get up. Cyrus realised he hadn't said the three words yet. The three words that would seal everything. Soren had just turned to wear his clothes and walk out the door when Cyrus's voice floated, unusually gentle.
"I love you, Soren…"
Soren paused as he looked back at Cyrus. He smiled.
"I love you too…"