Enigma Nocturne

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Part Fourteen.

Amgine felt like he was floating, until he felt gravity tug at his back. Jore’s hands pressed against his chest gently, and Amgine didn’t even think of resisting. He let himself be lain down, all the while feeling Jore’s lips on his, their kiss too good to be let go of for anything but vital air.

Jore slowly ended the kiss after a few more moments, and Amgine shivered as he heard and felt Jore’s heavy, uneven breaths on his ear. Jore nuzzled the blonde’s angelic head playfully, then put a little more distance between them as their deep gazes met. Jore was grinning, and his eyes were expectant, hopeful, and tinged with playful lust. Amgine’s eyes sparkled and he smiled in joy, pure joy, something he hadn’t experienced in years.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a while, and then a heavy blush came into Jore’s cheeks. He broke eye contact with Amgine and then sat up, glancing away shyly.
Amgine sat up, blushing as well, not quite sure of what had just happened, but still on a high from the emotional rush.

Jore cleared his throat nervously. “I… Amgine, I… probably shouldn’t have done that.”
Amgine brushed his blonde bangs out of his eyes and looked up at Jore, puzzled. “…What? …Is something wrong?”
“No,” Jore said instantly, and Amgine’s gaze softened. “I… I just, um… I probably shouldn’t go on like this, um, tonight, I… um…” Jore added in a mumble, not really sure what he meant to say. He wanted to keep doing this, but… he didn’t know what Amgine’s limits were. He wasn’t about to bed this wonderfully nice boy who he just met. Even though I really want to, he thought, then, No! I can’t keep jumping around in my thoughts… I have to stay focused. Amgine is… very important to me.

“Jore…” Amgine started softly, and Jore felt his heart melting at the softness of the blonde’s tone. “Jore, it’s… okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” he said, and smiled genuinely. Jore glanced up at the blonde, feeling guilty and regretful, and feeling like he didn’t deserve this kindness. He looked down at his hands again, wrestling with his feelings. He found it so great that Amgine was the opposite of the Headmaster. It was obvious that the boy wouldn’t have any love for his uncle, seeing as he was so badly abused when he was younger… and maybe even recently. Jore hated to even try and imagine what horrors Amgine might have faced. The pain the younger boy must still feel… the dark memories he must harbor, that haunt him in his dreams… In his public life, those things were shielded with sorrow.

But right now, looking into those angelic different-colored eyes, Jore saw only sincerity and warmth. Jore drew close to Amgine, wrapping his arms around him, smiling. Amgine blushed a little and smiled, hugging the brunette gently so as not to disturb the wound on his torso. Jore sighed deeply and calmed his nerves. Suspicions, lies, and pain had no place in his heart now… it was occupied by another force.

“Thank you, Amgine,” Jore whispered, and then before the blonde could speak another word, his lips were softly stolen again.

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“…Jore? Jore, um… good morning,” Amgine said with a soft laugh to his tone as Jore rolled over, his eyes squinted shut in the early morning sunlight.
“Amgine, ‘zat you?” Jore asked, his voice growly from sleep.
“Uh, yes. Good morning!” Amgine said and smiled as Jore opened his eyes a little too look dazedly up at the blonde, whose hair looked like a halo in the light coming in from the window.

Jore smiled in joy and awe at Amgine’s naturally innocent ambience. The two of them hadn’t done anything but slept for the last few hours of nighttime, but Jore still felt kind of goofy and strange, like it was ‘the morning after’. He tried to banish his naughty wishful thinking as he addressed Amgine.

“Well, good morning, Amgine… uh… you know, you are really a very nice wake-up call, but… in case you didn’t know, it’s Saturday!”
“…Yeah,” Amgine said after a nervous pause, and inwardly Jore almost died of cute-overload as Amgine held his fist over his mouth in a gesture of innocent puzzlement.

Jore yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it, anyway?”
“Um… almost six,” Amgine said very quietly, looking guilty.
“SIX O’ CLOCK?!” Jore exclaimed, then he flopped back onto his bed and groaned, turning over and pulling his bedcovers over his head. “Then you can wake me up at ten or eleven, please,” He said, his voice muffled slightly.

Amgine looked glumly down at the blob of covers that was Jore. “But… what’ll I do until then?”
Jore sighed, the morning making him easily irritable. “Close those blinds! Go back to sleep!”
“Oh… um… o-okay,” Amgine mumbled sadly, and his glum expression turned to a puppy-dog-eyed, pitiful, cute face, and although Jore couldn’t see it, he could still feel it melting a hole through the back of his skull.

“Auughh, fine, I’ll get up, if you really want me to,” Jore said, caving, then added, “But I won’t be happy about it.”
“Well, I’d rather have you in a nice mood later than in a bad mood earlier…” Amgine said smoothly and truthfully.
“Make up your mind!” Jore said, his face now squished into a pillow.
“Okay… please, go back to sleep,” Amgine said, and went to close the window blinds, casting the room into a warm morning darkness. “Goodnight, Jore.”
“Goodnight, Amgine.” Jore said and sighed roughly.

In the quietness that followed, Jore heard the soft rustle of fabric as Amgine sat down on the opposite bed. The blonde sighed softly, and the sound of fabric rustling was heard again.
Jore was finding it hard to sleep knowing that Amgine was just sitting up across the room, but soon he found himself relaxing and his mind beginning to wind down and get geared for sleep.

It felt like a long time passed, and the silence became comfortable and Jore’s mind was nearly in sleep-mode. His heart rate slowed to a steady sixty beats-per-minute, and his body relaxed.

But then suddenly, a little rush of adrenaline, indicating he should wake up fast, made Jore twitch back to alertness. He felt the covers at the edge of his bed get disturbed and the mattress sink a little as weight was put upon it.


Amgine swallowed nervously as he moved to Jore’s bedside in the twilight-esque darkness of the room.

The blonde had taken off his t-shirt, and now he was only in his light blue boxers. He leaned with his knees on the very edge of Jore’s bed, balancing upright with his toes still touching the floor. After a few moments, he inched closer to Jore (who was still under the covers), and his feet left the floor as he leaned forward and balanced himself on his hands and knees on the bed. He was small, so it wasn’t hard for him to stay balanced on the few inches of mattress. Then he lifted his hands and moved them on the other side of the mound of covers that was Jore, so he was in an arch over the sleeping form. Amgine moved slowly and deliberately, hoping more than anything that Jore would not wake up. He moved his legs to the other side of the bed, so he was between Jore and the wall that that side of the bed was right up against.

Amgine blushed, thinking himself an idiot for doing this, and trying to banish his fears that Jore would be mad at him for it. He lifted the covers delicately, and Jore’s peaceful, sleeping face shadowed by a few locks of messy hair was uncovered. Amgine lifted the covers a little more, and then climbed under them very carefully so he wouldn’t disturb them. He slid down, keeping his eyes on Jore to make sure he wasn’t going to wake up. The blonde moved silently to lie on his side under the covers, and then finally he held his breath for a moment as he found himself face to face with Jore.

…What am I doing?! Amgine thought, suddenly in a panic. He hadn’t even thought this through… all he wanted to do was be close to Jore; it was an urge, a craving, an instinct... And now he was lying under the covers with the older boy, mere inches away from him. He could feel his body heat, hear him breathing, even smell him... and Amgine blushed deeply as he felt a wave of arousal wash over him.


Jore heard and felt Amgine moving on the bed, then moving over him, and he tried his hardest to stay calm and look like he was sleeping. He was curious as to what the blonde was up to. He kept his breathing steady, but could hear his heartbeats quicken as he felt Amgine slip under the covers in front of him. With his slow, ‘sleeping’ breaths, he inhaled the blonde’s clean, soft scent and felt the small form trembling beside him. Jore’s heart melted at the blonde’s behavior; Amgine was brave to make a gesture like this, and obviously had great feelings for Jore… but now that they were so close, the poor thing was shaking with nervousness. Jore felt that it was time to soothe the boy’s worry.

Jore opened his eyes to see Amgine’s soft face. The blonde’s eyes were closed, but he was blushing deeply and his breathing was quick and uneven; nervous. Jore moved.


Amgine started, opening his eyes to see Jore’s tan chest looming over him. His eyes widened; Jore was awake! Amgine panicked and turned his head upward, meeting Jore’s smiling face.
“J-j-jore, I--”
“Shhh,” Jore said, effectively silencing Amgine, and causing a deeper blush to rise in his cheeks. Jore smiled and continued to climb over the blonde. “Move over,” he said softly, and Amgine obeyed, scooting across the mattress, still on his side. He felt Jore climb over him the rest of the way (now that there was space on the mattress behind Amgine), and lie down on his side behind the blonde, facing his back.

“J-jore,” Amgine said inquisitively, starting to turn around, but Jore rested a hand on his shoulder and then wrapped that arm around him, then moved even closer. Amgine let out a shy squeak as their bodies touched; Jore had moved so that they were spooning.

Jore blushed and smiled, closing his eyes as he pulled the covers over them. He felt Amgine stronger than ever; the blonde was shivering, but his warmth was everywhere. Jore could feel the softness of the smaller boy’s hair near his chin, feel his scarred back pressing against his chest, feel Amgine’s soft little rear resting against his thighs, and feel the way their legs bent at the hip and at the knee slightly to fit against one another, like pieces of a puzzle.

Amgine could hardly breathe. The thrill of being so close and so intimate with Jore like this was overwhelming. How Jore had so swiftly taken control of the situation… it made Amgine’s heartbeat quicken and his skin tingle. He had never felt emotion and arousal like this before… he was scared, but he knew, without any trace of doubt, that Jore would keep him safe.

Jore relished in the heat, the intensity, and the emotion that seemed to rekindle inside him like fire at the feeling of Amgine so near. This is so right, so perfect. We need each other. We’re a perfect match, Jore thought joyfully. And beneath of all his wondrous feelings, Jore was incredibly aroused. Amgine was here… and he was everything Jore longed for. And now that the blonde had taken the first step… it was Jore’s turn to make a move.

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