Eyes of the Storm

Eyes of the Storm

(Keep in mind that this a two-person story, called an RP, or role-playing, where one of the authors acts through their own characters view points....so every other paragraph is actually one of two authors...the 1st paragraph, being me/Cyrus, and the next my friend/Laviel)

(P.S. I\'ve changed pen names from Nouveau to Azure Blue)

So please rate easily....
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Eyes of the Storm

The storm swept against the two-story edifice, howling and consuming it with wet deluge. Lightning cackled furiously, making Cyrus tense with every jolt that was sent throughout the opaque sky. His tensions increased as he realized that he was home alone, stranded, with no signs of the storm getting any better. With his foster parents away for the weekend, he was sure that there would be no one there to comfort his worries, in his time of need; not only that, but the rain never seemed too fond of him, and he didn\'t want to focus too strongly on the truth that he was actually very scared of the rain. \"Give me something, anything to take my mind off of this squall!\" he yelled, desperately searching for an alternate to his whining. Cyrus glanced across the room, watching shadows dance against his walls, whilst the beams of light flashed with an eerie luminosity; and to his surprise he noticed his sable telephone, upon which he had received last year, offering him a bit of relief from his anxiety. “I wonder what Laviel’s doing?” he mumbled to himself, bounding back into bed after a heavy thunder-roar. The boy flung chestnut bangs from the bridge of his nose and sprinted full force to the other side of the room, for the sable telephone. Dialing within a fury of numbers and wrong calls, he finally inputted the right digits, and was satisfied the with droning of the ringer in his ear, and even more content to the friendly answer on the other side of the line….”Uum Hi! May I speak with Laviel….?”

\"Why yes, just a moment,\" came the soft voice of the woman on the other end, before she placed her hand over the speaker, and walked up the nearby stairs. \"Laviel!\" she called partway, watching as the door at the top opened. \"Phone...,\" she said quietly, handing the phone gingerly over to the blonde-boy, as he stepped lazily down the stairs. \"Who is it?\" he asked, although she shrugged. He did as well, before he took the phone, returning to his room, and closing the door. \"Yes?\" he finally asked, as he walked back to the large bed, covered in the soft cotton sheets, upon which he lay down, stretching some as he did.

“H-hey!” the brunette whispered sheepishly into the receiver, “Whatcha doin’?” Cyrus whimpered as the tempest grew increasingly stronger, and the cackle of the lightning felt like it was mocking his cowardice. He held the phone close in a crouching position, letting his auburn locks spill forth over his face. A shield. “This storm is really bad, ya? Hasn’t rained like this in years, at least not since before we met, not since the night….my parents were killed…” the boy trailed off, his voice failing him. Able to hold back his tears and harness his emotions, he spoke once again, “I don’t suppose I can get you to come over here, huh?”

\"Well, even if I did I wouldn\'t be able to stay for long. Why don\'t you just come over here? I\'m sure my mom would let you stay here tonight if you want to,\" he said, as another roll of thunder echoed from the outside, though was muffled by the walls, leaving only a faint trace of its increasing violence. Laviel paused, not bringing up anything of that night, as he ran his hand through his dirty blond hair. \"Even if you don\'t want to spend the night, you could at least stay here for a little while. Sounds better than being there alone,\" he added. \"and I doubt you have any other plans anyway?\" he asked, hoping that his friend would accept.

Cyrus murmured into the phone, “Well, I guess I don’t, but the sto-” his sentence was cut short, as an electric disruption knocked out complete power to the whole neighborhood. “A blackout…”he whispered, removing the curtained bangs from his view. Panic entered Cyrus’ system as he tried to remain calm, but failed miserably hearing the wind begin to whistle against his windowpane. His heart sank low into his chest as he tried hurriedly to gather together his clothes, when the lights suddenly flicked back on. “Too weird…” was his reply to the ethereal occurrence. He ran downstairs to the living room, trying franticly to find the spare raincoat his foster-father had always kept in the downstairs closet. With his bag of possessions and raincoat at hand, Cyrus slowly walked toward the door, hesitantly reaching to turn the knob. The brunette felt the cold metal touch of the brass trinket, and shivered, unwanting of what the simple turn might bring. Just as he was about to open the door, the phone rang again, instinctively causing the boy to jump once again. He grasped the phone careful not to tangle its cord and was greeted by some unpleasant voices. “Hello!”
“C-Cyrus…s-son?” came a voice bellowing in his ear, “W-we can’t make it back home this weekend….the w-weather’s holding us back…I have to go, the seas turning rapid, please keep safe and don’t worry about us…we love you!” the call died leaving only the sound of an automatic operator, completing the end of the drab conversation. Tears began to swell as Cyrus slammed the phone upon its rest, and rushed in a fury to the outside, battling rain and turf, he ran blindly all the way to Laviel’s house.

Laviel started to speak, but had stopped when the phone suddenly died, leaving him holding the silent piece of machinery to his ear. Merely a ring tone remaining. He sighed, before pushing the off button, and pulling his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting quietly as he looked out the window, watching the torrential downpour beat its steady rhythm against the glass. A couple flashes of lightning, and echoing thunder filled the night sky briefly, before he realized that he hadn\'t yet asked if his friend could even stay the night, though that wouldn\'t really stop him anyway, he had privacy. Even if his mother didn\'t give permission, she wouldn\'t find out about it anyway. With a small stretch, he finally stood, before walking toward the door. Laviel made his way down the stairs, not bothering to shut his room door, as he moved into the brightly colored living room, hanging up the phone. \"Laviel?\" his mother called, from the kitchen. Such a sweet smell, of her cooking he thought to himself, as he walked into the aroma filled room, coming to the woman, who toiled over the stove, as she seemed to enjoy doing often. \"Yeah, mom?\" he asked, before she turned around. \"Are you doing anything with that friend of yours?\" she asked, puzzling for a moment over his name, before dismissing it, and then returning to her cooking. Laviel hesitated a moment, looking on as the peculiar woman worked the stove. \"Is it all right if he comes over and spends the night?\" He asked almost immediately. \"I suppose you already told him it was, and since you don\'t have school for a couple days, why not,\" she said, glancing over her shoulder, before she continued to stir the pot of whatever it was, most likely a stew of some sort, he guessed though he didn\'t peek. Whatever it was, it would be good anyway, so it really didn\'t matter. \"I\'m going to go outside and wait for him,\" the boy said, leaning forward and kissing her softly on the cheek. \"thanks mom,\" he added, as he walked to the front door, slipping on an easy pair of shoes, before he slipped outside, looking out through the rain to the approaching form.

“Laviel….Laviel!” the brunette cried, hastily approaching his patient friend. Through the volley of water, both from the rain and his tears, he looked like a blur, standing tolerantly along the underside of the cozy brick-house. Despite the chill in the air, and sonic boom of thunder that resounded all around them, Cyrus sensed nothing but the oncoming grief and pity that would be bestowed upon him. He motioned close to his friend, away from the attack of water droplets cascading their way upon him. “My parents aren’t coming home….and what’s worse is that I don’t even know when they’ll…be back!” the brunette’s voice began to break as he continued to explain his story, “I don’t know what to do! I don’t want to go home alone again, not under these circumstances…so do you mind…” he gulped, forcing the words to come forward, “so do you mind i-if I were to stay with you for a couple of days?” He awaited eagerly for a reply from his seemingly dry counterpart.

Laviel laughed a bit, before reaching his hand up, wetting it through the rain, as he ran it through his hair, slicking it back some, though one wisp fell down of his bangs, between his eyes. \"Of course I don\'t,\" he said behind another slight chuckle, before he stepped out of the way of the door, motioning inside. \"Unless you want to stand out here all night, we should probably get inside. And mom\'s making dinner anyway,\" he said, then pulled him into the house, and shut the door behind them. \"Dinner will be ready in about five minutes boys,\" his mother called from the kitchen. \"Ok mom,\" Laviel responded, as he turned to Cyrus, perking a brow. \"You look a bit wet,\" he joked.

As hard as it was to get over his parents not being able to make it home, it was even harder to resist himself from laughing. He was more than a little wet, and Cyrus could tell that his sob story was no good inside of the house either. The brunette tugged at his hair, noticing that as he stood on the hardwood floor, he was inadvertently making a puddle of rainwater which pooled comfortably around his feet. Cyrus turned to his friend, “I guess I’ll go take a shower then, I wouldn’t want to ruin the rest of the floor”, he joked, noticing Laviel gazing intently at him. “So I guess I’ll be on my way!” He followed through to the bathroom by memory, remembering all of the times he had been at Laviel‘s, his best friend’s, house when he was younger. The nostalgia kicked in, having Cyrus reiterate that night so long ago when the two of them, had been so afraid of the rain that they had slept, clenched together until the next morning. However, somewhere somehow, Laviel had ceased his fear of the rain, leaving Cyrus to feel the strain of his terrors alone. But that night, that one night, Cyrus felt that he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, that there was nowhere else in the whole-wide world that he would rather feel safe at than in his best friends arms. He disrobed and quickly jumped into the shower welcoming its warm sensation, bringing back life into his body. Cyrus had turned to reach for the soap when he had heard the familiar sound of the bathroom doorknob turning. “Wh-who is it?, he asked, ”Who goes there?”

\"It\'s just me,\" Laviel said, before he slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. \"Mom said dinner will take a little longer than she thought, so you don\'t have to rush or anything,\" he said, then stretched a bit, before leaning on the wall outside of the shower. \"I figured I needed to take a shower anyway, so I might as well now, if you don\'t mind that is,\" he said. It wasn\'t that unusual of a request, not for these two anyway, there was nothing to be ashamed of, especially not seeing the other naked, that was merely nature, how humans originally were, and Laviel saw nothing wrong with it, nor did he mind, and doubted his friend did either. \"And after this you can put on some of my clothes, so you don\'t have to redress in your wet ones, some of mine will fit you.\"

“Okay”, Cyrus answered, unsure of what he was agreeing to; the offer to shower with his friend, or the offer to use his clothes. Honestly, both of the options had sounded like good ideas to the brunette. Why should he have to be alone after all of this drama, regardless of whether or not he was in a shower, or if his friend’s intentions were pure or maybe he was just jumping to conclusions, but at least he wouldn’t be left alone…not again. The image of Laviel’s nude body floated to the surface of Cyrus’ mind. It had been a while since they had last taken a bath together, they must’ve been toddlers. Wondering what the new Laviel’s body looked like sent thrills up the long-haired boy’s spine, and pulses to certain parts of his body. He hoped that his lust would die down before his friend had entered the shower, but it seemed that his body had reacted too late and the curtain had already been drawn back. Acting quickly, Cyrus began to lather and obscure the mid-section of his body, anxious not to be seen.

He looked toward the curtain for a moment, before he tossed off his clothing as well, stretched slightly, then pulled back the curtain. Supper wouldn\'t be too much longer he knew, but if both showers were taken care of at the same time, there would certainly be enough time, and nothing to worry about, as long as the conversation didn\'t come up with mother, he thought to himself, before he stepped into the shower. His thin, and not very muscular legs slipped in first, stepping upon the wet shower floor, before bringing forth the rest of his body with them. He looked briefly over Cyrus\'s body, offering a smile to him, before he reached out, taking some soap, before he began to wash his own body. He only glimpsed the beginning erection between Cyrus\'s hands, though it didn\'t seem to change much anyway, nothing he hadn\'t seen of him before, and nothing either was ashamed to show at all. He started to scrub at his chest, then slowly worked his way down, glancing occasionally to Cyrus\'s eyes, before looking back away, and continuing to wash. It had been a little while since they had bathed together, he thought to himself, though after a little deliberation decided that it hadn\'t been altogether that long. He smiled once more, though this time more to himself, as he felt the dormant feeling begin to stir.

Cyrus caught a glimpse of his friend smiling for no apparent reason. He stood there puzzled, wondering why he was looking so cynical. Was it so funny to be showering with another male, more so your best friend; or was it something a tad bit more deeper than that, the fact that he was there right now, indeed showering with his best friend? The long-haired boy felt the lingering stare even as he closed his eyes to rinse the soapy-lather from his body. Cyrus pretended that he couldn’t sense the intent glare fixed at him, and made a faux gesture to clean between his legs, right below his heavy sac. The brunette noticed the slight change in Laviel’s breath and he immediately popped his eyes open, a beautiful shade of golden-desert, and found his friend’s orbs wandering curiously. “Do you need the water?”, he asked his peeping friend who was standing with his own caking lather. Having Laviel occupied with rinsing himself, would finally give Cyrus a chance to return a few furtive glances of his own.

He chuckled slightly. \"Most likely, that\'s how people usually rinse off,\" he joked a bit, then pushed his friend lightly as he stepped into the rushing waters, beginning to wash the suds from himself. He glanced to Cyrus\'s eyes for a moment, before he looked away, and continued to run his hand with the waters over his body. He hardly glanced to Cyrus now, though occasionally gave a hardly noticeable glance toward his eyes, out of the corner of his own, merely to watch where they wandered, though then turned a bit, or raised or lowered his hands, continuing to rinse his bare body. \"Well I\'m not sure what mom will say about you staying for a few days, but for tonight it\'s ok, and if she says no for some reason, we\'ll just have to make sure she doesn\'t catch you,\" he said over his shoulder, as he turned around, and started to wash down his legs.

Cyrus held his breath in place, stifling gasps in his throat as he watched, in perfect view, the well-toned shape of his friends buttocks, placing themselves just inches away from his awakening member. The sight of the hued flesh, sent very naughty images of his friend once again floating to the surface of his mind. And just as the rain hadn’t been too fond of him, neither was the cascade of the shower, which the brunette watched enviously rimming the frame of his beloved friend. Although Laviel wasn’t completely muscular as most guys, he reigned over the brunette, with primed pecs, biceps, and triceps that sent a heated lust to the center of the long-haired boy’s body. And it became mighty clear that the marble tub wasn’t big enough for these kind of things, they were practically pressed up against each other, leaving Cyrus floating weightlessly in a sea of fantasy. The feeling of a warm sensation between his legs, brought reality back to flow within his veins, as he struggled with a tensile answer. “Are you sure sneaking me in would be a good idea? I w-wouldn’t want you to get in any kind of trouble on my behalf….I just don’t want to be alone….” he sighed combing his finger through his chocolate locks. The resounding sound of a thunderclap boomed and shook the house slightly, causing the brunette to instinctively clasp on to his friend.

He turned back around, to face him, his own member brushing over Cyrus\'s as he did, though only briefly. It was enough though, for both of them Laviel assumed. \"You aren\'t, and you won\'t be alone. You should know that,\" he said slowly. Ephemeral flashes of the bliss of his mind surfaced within, though he pushed them aside. He would force nothing, he thought to himself, though they kept coming, and more vividly. He finally turned back around, the sensual burning beginning to show in his erecting part. He stopped for a moment, then finally spoke. \"Are you all clean?\" he asked, turning around, to face him once more, making no attempt to hide the erection, and neither making any mention of his friend\'s. He slowly brought his hand up, then ran it down Cyrus\'s chest slowly, \"I think you missed a spot,\" he said in a whispered, as his fingers traced over the boy\'s right nipple.

‘If it hadn’t been for that damned rain’ Cyrus groaned mentally, hissing at the soft touch. ‘I wouldn’t be here right now…with Laviel…my best friend’, he leaned into the soft caress allowing himself to be vulnerable ‘I wouldn’t be here…doing what I’ve dreamt of for so long…’ He sensed the blood in his body boil, painting the front of his face with a scarlet-blush. ’And…for that…I am grateful…’ Then he reached in to kiss those silken lips, and as the testimony in his mind spoke, the brunette began to confess his secret love that he had for the older-boy through his lips, his body, and his hands that roamed freely exploring the boundless figure that held him so closely.

He turned his head some, as he brought his lips down, moving them apart, as they reached the lips of the boy, with whom he had seen himself doing this with for so long, and yet, hadn\'t done it. His second hand slid up Cyrus\'s back, running over it slowly, gracing it with the soft touch of his fingers, as his kiss drew the held back feelings within him. His hand dropped from the boy\'s nipple, lying almost limply at his side, as the welling feeling began to seep out, through his mouth, and grip.
“Pull me closer…”, the brunette demanded, “…I want to feel your skin against mine…” The command was more than welcomed by a husky grunt and a gentle pull at his hips. He gasped at the friction it caused the two of their members to experience as wires of electricity raced up his spine. Pushing the sandy-haired boy against the wall, Cyrus began to grind their pelvises together, allowing more of that pleasant rubbing to intensify, making himself mewl in between breaths.

He raised himself moving onto his toes, and moving closer, moving the boy\'s hardened member more against his own. His hand then reached forward, pulling him yet closer to himself, the room to breathe being almost all that they had, their chests firmly against each other, tight to the other, as their shafts continued to run against each other, becoming yet harder still, as he leaned forward, bringing his lips for a kiss once more, and holding the brunette head to his own.

The thought of actually kissing his friend was intense and the occasional thunderclap would remind the boys just how vital the need to breathe was. Cyrus suckled on Laviel’s neck savoring the flesh and the slight taste of soap, as he licked and nipped into the dirty-blonde boy’s collarbone. His tongue later found a quivering Adam’s apple and licked tenderly along its outline. Moans filled the pristine shower-room and it was a miracle that Laviel’s mother couldn’t hear what was going on, which only added to the pleasure of the boys’ illicit, but lusty behavior. The constant nudge against the brunette’s stomach brought more attention to himself than he thought possible; and it wasn’t an attention of annoyance nor displeasure, but one of interest to his friends turgid erection. Cyrus placed his hands on the older-boy’s chest, and slid them to either side of his hips, while he crouched down in front of Laviel, his mouth just a breaths-length from his pulsing erection. He stared at it for a moment, slightly bouncing there like it had nothing better to do, and then glared up at his friend with a very devious smile; he knew one way that he could keep it occupied. The long-haired boy kissed the tip gingerly and ran his tongue along its sensitive slit, as he dug his fingertips nails-deep into Laviel’s sides.

He smiled once, quite warmly, as well as comforting, before he sighed just a bit. \"It won\'t be long before dinner,\" he said regretfully, as he ran his hand through his friend\'s hair, twisting it a bit between his fingers. \"But she\'ll go to bed after it,\" he added with a mischievous smirk, caressing the side of Cyrus\'s cheek with his fingers. Damn the timing of dinner anyway, he thought to himself, though didn\'t move toward the curtain, into the bathroom yet, merely looking down to his eyes.

The brunette caught the water-deterred glance and leaned in closely to take Laviel into his mouth. Anxiously, he popped the head in with an usual amount of enthusiasm, Laviel’s glare had encouraged him to do so. His head bobbed up and down the taut shaft, caressing the underside of his friends cock with his eager tongue.

He chuckled slightly. They did have a little bit of time, and there was no better way to spend it, that he could think of anyway, especially at the moment, the sudden feeling of the wet mouth over his erected shaft. \"You just want to taste me in your mouth don\'t you...\" he said slowly, as his hand moved back, behind the boy\'s head, as he urged it forward, pushing himself further within the moist chamber.

Cyrus didn’t reply, his mouth was far too busy catering to insatiable demands of Laviel’s avid organ. The reservoir of pressure tightened around the older-boy’s weeping-head, and Cyrus was sure he felt him almost wanting to stumble. The change in stance only encouraged the brunette all the more as he deep-throated Laviel completely, feeling the apex of his member collide against his tonsils, the pre-cum flowing smoothly down the inside of his throat.

He slowly closed his eyes, continuing to use his hands to press the boy\'s mouth further over himself, as he felt it continue to build, that deep feeling, the yearning, welling up deep within his being, the ardent sensual feeling, causing his mind to erupt in sudden fantasies, things he wanted now more than ever. Hardly a moment passed, before he gave out a soft sound, from within his throat, and burst suddenly, releasing the warm fluid deep into the boy\'s awaiting throat.
The hot-white essence of Laviel entered the brunette’s throat forcefully, surging itself into the warm refuge of Cyrus’ mouth. He lapped at the head continuing to suck, finding the taste of his friend to be both bizarre and pleasurable. Cyrus palmed the base of Laviel’s shaft with his left-hand while cupping the heavy sac in his grip, and with his free hand stroking along the shaft for more desirable results.

That wasn\'t the end of it. Another soft sound caught within his throat, as he felt it still, the deep longing, not yet seeming to pass, remaining there, and only wanting more. The familiar buzz and ring sounded from the pocket of Laviel\'s pants, his mother\'s device for telling him it was time to eat, lying in the room, just outside the shower, though for a moment, he ignored it, only bringing the mouth to take his entire length down within it, before his second release.

Again Cyrus felt the milky-splurge deep within himself and drank heavily at any of the remaining fluid. He let Laviel’s softening erection pop in and out his mouth as his tongue played merrily with it. The long-haired boy gaze up at his friend who’s eyes were closed wide-shut with lust, and the whose hand was still very much nestled in the back of his head, entangled in his chestnut locks. He breathed a sigh at the awkward silence that followed thereafter, hearing only the calming sound of running water, the eternal booming of a monstrous storm, and what was left of the annoying ringing device that was stifled by the folds of Laviel’s pants. Cyrus grabbed his friend, pulling him down to lay upon his nude body as the shower continued to pour down on them. He kissed the center of Laviel’s dirty-blonde head, while raking his fingers across his bare chest, and then cleared his throat to speak: “L-Laviel…” his voice was low, unmistakably dry because of his friend’s ejaculation, “ I think it’s time to eat, ne?” he purred.

He chuckled a bit. \"You still hungry?\" he asked with a playful grin, as his fingers danced across Cyrus\'s bare chest, tracing small circles, before he finally removed them. \"Yeah, we probably shouldn\'t keep mom waiting,\" he then said, sliding off his friend\'s body, before finally standing, extending his hand down to him. \"And by the way,\" he then said, \"where do you want to sleep tonight?\" he asked, perking a brow. \"The floor with the blankets, the pull-out, my bed...\"

Cyrus could only stare at his friend, he was practically speechless after what had just happened; but somewhere inside of him, the brunette found a way to mutter a few words. “I’ll go where ever you do….I don’t want to be left alone….”

He stopped, turning to face him once more, and stepped again toward him. \"You are not, and won\'t ever be alone,\" he said, as he slowly ran his hand down the side of his Cyrus\'s face, then offered another smile, before turning back around, and stepping from the shower. He grabbed his clothes nearby, mostly tossing them back on, before he went to a small cupboard type opening in the wall, pulling out another change of clothes, and tossing them toward him. \"Yours are still wet.\"

“Thanks!” he whispered, admiring Laviel’s generosity. “With you….I know I’m not…and I won’t ever be…” Cyrus walked toward the dirty-blonde boy, still nude and soaking wet, pressed their lips together and embraced his friend, letting his lips fingers trail lightly up and down his lover’s side. The storm had all but subdued and was still brewing stronger, making the brunette’s hug tense a bit, as he wrapped his arms around fully around Laviel’s waist. “I love you…”he whispered, waiting for his friend to reply, hoping that he too had felt something mutual, but the wait was interrupted when he heard a knock at the door, and a somewhat irritated voice call from the other side.
He met the embrace warmly, then smiled once more as it was broken, then followed up by the statement. \"As I do you Cyrus,\" he whispered, \"now get dressed.\" He chuckled a bit, though mostly silently, before he finished putting on his clothing, then started toward the door. He passed through the doorway between the outer door, and the bathroom itself, then silently closed the door, before opening the main. \"I\'m just waiting for him to get out of the shower mom, he just got done,\" he said with a smile. She sighed slightly, though a smile resided within the sound. \"Well hurry up,\" she said kindly, \"dinner will get cold.\" He nodded, before she moved back toward the kitchen, across the house, and Laviel turned back around, and re-opened the door between.

Startled at the sudden intrusion, Cyrus quickly covered himself with a swarm of baggy clothes and soggy towels believing that Mrs. Ceris had been peeping on him the whole time, but after seeing Laviel’s face presenting a Cheshire-like grin he removed the pathetic example of a barrier exposing his nude body once again, believing it was nothing that his friend hadn’t seen before. “You know, you should really knock on doors before entering them! Wouldn’t you agree?” he said, his voice light as the rising air. The brunette quickly changed into Laviel’s clothing and motioned himself toward the bathroom door, but was hindered by a body barricading him from leaving.

He chuckled slightly, before finally stepping aside. \"Well hurry up,\" he said jokingly, before pushing him lightly toward the door, before chuckling slightly once more. He looked down his friend\'s body once more, and gave a soft smirk, before smacking him softly on the bottom. \"You\'d think someone was holding you up or something.\"

The long-haired boy pleasingly returned the smack with a soft peck to his friends cheek, and grasped his hand, pulling him lazily into the dining area. The wooden-table had been set up pretty nicely, Cyrus deeply admired the cerulean and alabaster china plates, feeling kind of morose at thought of eating on them, but passed better judgment that eating was the right thing to do when he heard his stomach growling. Impulsively he sat near Laviel, as the food was brought out, carried on a large silver-tray by Mrs. Ceris herself. After dining, chatting, and a game of playful glances, Cyrus decided that staying with his friend, was the right thing to do.

~~~~ After dinner had finished, and cleaned up, they sat at the TV, watching various shows, though unsurprisingly nothing was on. Laviel sat on the couch, next to his friend, while his mother sat in the nearby chair, glancing half asleep to the changing channels, though didn\'t pay attention to anything on any of them. After a moment or two she yawned, as she had several times, this time followed by a stretch, before she stood, looking between them. \"Don\'t stay up too awfully late you two,\" she said kindly, before she started toward her room, on the other side of the house. Laviel glanced to the stairway leading up to his room for a moment, before back down. His mother smiled once more to them, \"Goodnight boys,\" she said, before she disappeared into a hallway, leaving them alone on the couch, in the dark room, lit only by flashes of the TV.

~~~~~End Chapter1
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*