Enigma Nocturne
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DarkFic › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,245
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Confession and Discovery
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Part Thirteen.
Jore looked into Amgine’s eyes, which were swimming in shame, fear, sympathy, and guilt. Jore felt his own eyes starting to get teary again, and looked away. He didn’t know what to say next. It seemed as though the world had stopped dead.
Amgine’s eyes moistened as they tried to comprehend the extent of Jore’s sorrow and pain, and silent tears slid down the blonde’s wan cheeks. “How…? When…?” He asked softly.
Jore sniffed and swallowed, and tried to trust his voice. “It… it was last week.”
Amgine gasped in horror and put and hand to his mouth. At this, Jore looked up, and seeing Amgine’s terrified face seemed to sink into his own mind how real his own terror had been. It had only been a week ago… and oh, how he wished he were years and miles away from it.
“Jore… what did he do to you?” Amgine asked very softly, and Jore shuddered at the question. He didn’t want to tell Amgine the details of his time with the Headmaster. He wanted to forget everything. He never, ever wanted to speak of it again. “Jore, please… I have to know,” Amgine said, and rested his soft hands on Jore’s shoulders.
Jore’s eyes closed for a moment, relishing the warmth and comfort that Amgine’s small touch could bring. He was alright now. He was safe in his room, shielded by darkness, and with Amgine close to him, he could speak about it.
* * *
Amgine listened to everything Jore had to tell, and the both of them cried quietly at multiple times in the few hours it took. But beneath the remembrance of terror and helpless regret, Jore felt so much closer to Amgine… they had this part of their pasts in common. And even if he wished Amgine had never been through the likes of what he had, Jore felt it made them both much stronger to know that they weren’t alone.
“You are… going to try to stop him?” Amgine asked in awe when Jore told of his hopes to make the Headmaster pay for his evil.
“Yes. I’ve been thinking about how I could do it… and I bet that now it would be easy to get the Headmaster arrested, since we are together in this, and have solid evidence.” Amgine nodded, and his eyes glanced mournfully at Jore’s bandaged torso.
Without really thinking, Jore reached out a hand and rested it on Amgine’s blonde head in an attempt to comfort him. For once, Amgine’s initial, automatic reaction to flinch was repressed, and instead, the blonde shivered slightly.
Jore’s eyes widened in disbelief and his face flushed a deep red as Amgine’s soft, different-colored eyes closed, and the blonde tilted his head to let Jore’s hand caress the side of his face. Jore’s heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed nervously as Amgine’s soft, slightly parted lips brushed against his hand.
Jore pulled his hand away after a moment of the contact, and then brought his other hand up to cover his eyes and blushing face as he tried to steady his rapid breathing.
When Jore pulled his hand away, Amgine realized what he had been doing. His eyes opened and he blushed in deep embarrassment that such a gesture would be instinctive to him. “Uh… s-sorry,” he mumbled, feeling terribly ashamed. But then, Jore laughed softly, and Amgine looked up in puzzlement.
“Don’t apologize, Amgine,” Jore said quietly, and lowered his hand to look back at the blonde, his face still red and his breathing not quite back to normal. Amgine tensed, and he blushed even more as he saw how Jore had reacted to his accidental gesture.
Then, suddenly Jore was close to him. Very close. He could feel Jore’s warmth and his uneven breathing against his skin. In the soft light from a bedside lamp, the two of them looked into each other’s eyes, barely a few inches apart. And then their lips touched. Amgine felt heat and electricity rush through the two of them, and Jore felt his heart swell. The kiss was perfect, and Jore wrapped his arms around Amgine’s smaller form as he felt the blonde shiver. Amgine lifted his own arms to hold onto Jore in return, and then Jore deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed gently against Amgine’s lips, and Amgine opened his mouth a little. Jore’s tongue slipped inside, and he felt Amgine shiver again, and hold onto him tighter.
Jore’s mind was exploding with sensation and thought. He could hardly believe this was real. But he knew it was, because it was far too wonderful to be one of his dreams.
* * *
Part Thirteen.
Jore looked into Amgine’s eyes, which were swimming in shame, fear, sympathy, and guilt. Jore felt his own eyes starting to get teary again, and looked away. He didn’t know what to say next. It seemed as though the world had stopped dead.
Amgine’s eyes moistened as they tried to comprehend the extent of Jore’s sorrow and pain, and silent tears slid down the blonde’s wan cheeks. “How…? When…?” He asked softly.
Jore sniffed and swallowed, and tried to trust his voice. “It… it was last week.”
Amgine gasped in horror and put and hand to his mouth. At this, Jore looked up, and seeing Amgine’s terrified face seemed to sink into his own mind how real his own terror had been. It had only been a week ago… and oh, how he wished he were years and miles away from it.
“Jore… what did he do to you?” Amgine asked very softly, and Jore shuddered at the question. He didn’t want to tell Amgine the details of his time with the Headmaster. He wanted to forget everything. He never, ever wanted to speak of it again. “Jore, please… I have to know,” Amgine said, and rested his soft hands on Jore’s shoulders.
Jore’s eyes closed for a moment, relishing the warmth and comfort that Amgine’s small touch could bring. He was alright now. He was safe in his room, shielded by darkness, and with Amgine close to him, he could speak about it.
* * *
Amgine listened to everything Jore had to tell, and the both of them cried quietly at multiple times in the few hours it took. But beneath the remembrance of terror and helpless regret, Jore felt so much closer to Amgine… they had this part of their pasts in common. And even if he wished Amgine had never been through the likes of what he had, Jore felt it made them both much stronger to know that they weren’t alone.
“You are… going to try to stop him?” Amgine asked in awe when Jore told of his hopes to make the Headmaster pay for his evil.
“Yes. I’ve been thinking about how I could do it… and I bet that now it would be easy to get the Headmaster arrested, since we are together in this, and have solid evidence.” Amgine nodded, and his eyes glanced mournfully at Jore’s bandaged torso.
Without really thinking, Jore reached out a hand and rested it on Amgine’s blonde head in an attempt to comfort him. For once, Amgine’s initial, automatic reaction to flinch was repressed, and instead, the blonde shivered slightly.
Jore’s eyes widened in disbelief and his face flushed a deep red as Amgine’s soft, different-colored eyes closed, and the blonde tilted his head to let Jore’s hand caress the side of his face. Jore’s heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed nervously as Amgine’s soft, slightly parted lips brushed against his hand.
Jore pulled his hand away after a moment of the contact, and then brought his other hand up to cover his eyes and blushing face as he tried to steady his rapid breathing.
When Jore pulled his hand away, Amgine realized what he had been doing. His eyes opened and he blushed in deep embarrassment that such a gesture would be instinctive to him. “Uh… s-sorry,” he mumbled, feeling terribly ashamed. But then, Jore laughed softly, and Amgine looked up in puzzlement.
“Don’t apologize, Amgine,” Jore said quietly, and lowered his hand to look back at the blonde, his face still red and his breathing not quite back to normal. Amgine tensed, and he blushed even more as he saw how Jore had reacted to his accidental gesture.
Then, suddenly Jore was close to him. Very close. He could feel Jore’s warmth and his uneven breathing against his skin. In the soft light from a bedside lamp, the two of them looked into each other’s eyes, barely a few inches apart. And then their lips touched. Amgine felt heat and electricity rush through the two of them, and Jore felt his heart swell. The kiss was perfect, and Jore wrapped his arms around Amgine’s smaller form as he felt the blonde shiver. Amgine lifted his own arms to hold onto Jore in return, and then Jore deepened the kiss. His tongue brushed gently against Amgine’s lips, and Amgine opened his mouth a little. Jore’s tongue slipped inside, and he felt Amgine shiver again, and hold onto him tighter.
Jore’s mind was exploding with sensation and thought. He could hardly believe this was real. But he knew it was, because it was far too wonderful to be one of his dreams.
* * *