So that is exactly what he did.

Damon was looking around the wooded area, admiring the beautiful, snow covered pines. His lungs were heaving from their flight away from the village. He was about to ask Deia if this was the place that he had magicked the carpet away to earlier, when he turned to see Deia gazing at him with a *very* hot look in his eyes.

Damon did not have much time to react before Deia pounced on him and drove him down to the snow.

"Urrrrppphhhh!"

Damon felt the wind knocked out of him at the impact of Deia's body into his own.

::What is he DOING?!?!?!:: Damon was pinned to the ground, Deia was straddled on top of him, working on pulling Damon's white shirt over his head.

Damon realized through his shock that he should have registered some sort of cold sensation from landing on snow, but soon discovered that the flying carpet was now between his body and the ground.

Deia's hands were everywhere. The white shirt was tangled around his neck now. Damon's midriff was bared to Deia's roaming gaze. Deia had a look of intense concentration mixed with sheer joy. And a very wicked smile.

"DEIA!!" Damon managed to gasp from beneath the clump of white shirt that was now being yanked over his head. Damon couldn't say anything else for a few moments, for his vision was filled by the white of the shirt as it was finally removed. Damon struggled against Deia, but the boy was heavier than he looked.

Nothing Damon did could buck Deia off.

Deia looked down at his master's tight, hard body. He was so fun to look at! Deia noticed a lot of similarities between his own body and his master's. Deia looked f orward to exploring every inch of his master to fully categorize all the similarities and differences.

Deia was aware that his master was squirming beneath him, but he ignored it. Grabbing his master's hands, which had been pushing against Deia's chest to no avail, Deia pushed them above Damon's head and pinned them there.

Then Deia leaned close and pressed his lips to Damon's.

HOT!

RAGING!

KISS!

Damon struggled against Deia until he felt the young man press his lips against Damon's own. The moment they made contact, Damon felt his body go weak like Jello, yet hot like an inferno. Damon continued to struggle, but his movements became weaker and weaker until he finally had no more strength or desire to move from his position.

When their lips finally parted, Deia had the largest grin Damon had ever seen on anyone plastered all over his handsome face. Damon couldn't help but smile for a moment before he remembered he was supposed to be in shock.

"Where did you learn how to do THAT?? WHY did you??" Damon asked, no longer struggling against Deia's grip. "I thought I was the first guy you'd ever seen!" Damon could not believe the sensations he'd felt from Deia's kiss. It was like nothing he had experienced before with any of his girlfriends.

Deia had a sheepish look on his face.

"You felt it too? Really?! I am so glad!" Deia leaned down and gave Damon another quick kiss.

"I didn't have much time between when Megwin set me up in the Palace and to when I met you. But she told me a lot, and she gave me a stack of books to read....

"BOOKS?!?" Damon would have sat up quickly if it weren't for Deia's very warm, smooth, body weighing him down. "They teach that in books?" Damon couldn't believe it. Deia must be a natural.

Deia grinned and nipped at Damon's nose, causing both of them to turn red.

Deia shifted position and began tugging down Damon's pants, which immediately had Damon squirming all over the carpet.

"Wait! Stop that! What do you think you're-" Damon felt the cool air against his legs as Deia managed to get his pants off. How managed to do it while still keeping Damon's arms pinned above his head is still a mystery.

Deia looked at his master. Deia was perplexed.

"You mean, you don't like what I am doing?" Deia's expression looked hurt, and Damon felt stung by the sadness in his eyes.

"Er.. well, it isn't that really," Damon stuttered, looking away. Deia could see that Damon's face was quite flushed. "Well... er.. I like what you are doing, it feels good, but... I .. well.. we just met...: Damon couldn't explain his reluctance to Deia very well, but a light of comprehension lit in Deia's eyes anyway.

"But master, we do know each other, can't you feel it?"

Damon just stared blankly at Deia's smiling face for a few moments. Then he thought about Deia's words.

::It is true, I have only known Deia for a matter of hours.. I couldn't possibly give in to this sudden lust. And yet....:: Deia was looking down at Damon, and was slowly rubbing his chest in small, but ever-widening circles. Damon felt the warm pressure of Deia's hands on his chest, occasionally brushing past a nipple. His thoughts scattered. It took Damon many minutes to compose his will in order to ignore Deia's movements. It was very difficult. Any anger at their misadventure in the singing tent and their subsequent flight from town evaporated. The ever-present shadow of his lost love, Jayce, also drifted away at last.

Soon Deia's hand movements on Damon's chest began to pick up speed. His patience was running out, and the eager, excitable boy was itching to let loose. Deia began to wriggle around on top of Damon, waiting for Damon's response.

Damon's naked body became taut and hard in an instant. He also turned red from head to toe.

::Why do I react so much at Deia's touch? Has he put a spell over me? If that's true, then I never want to break free...:: Damon was shocked at his own scandalous thoughts. Damon stared deeply into Deia's anxious eyes and felt himself suspended in their dark gray depths.

Finally, he thought, for the first time in a long while, ::What the hell!:: and leaned forward and kissed Deia on the lips. They were both rocked again by the sensation.

Once he gained his master's 'permission' to continue his advances, Deia burst into movement, like someone released from a cage. He released Damon's hands and soon his own hands were all over Damon's body, with his lips soon following. Damon's skin was very warm, and slightly salty. It tasted good. Deia admired the firm muscles of Damon's belly, the sleek lines of his thigh muscles, and the strength of his calves.

And then, of course, there was THAT. Deia had seen it before, when he had tried to change his master's clothing. Deia had thought it was large then, but that was nothing compared to now. Deia wrapped his fingers around it and tested its warmth and hardness. He was surprised and happy to see Damon react so strongly to his touch.

Damon nearly bucked them off of the magic carpet at the touch of Deia's hand on his hardness. Fire flowed through his veins, racing downward to his groin. He moaned.

Encouraged by his master's moaning, Deia stroked up and down. Slowly at first, and then with increased speed. The faster Deia stroked, the more of a response he got out of Damon. This was so fun! Deia himself was feeling all hot and tingly all over, and the sight of his hand wrapped around Damon was doing strange things to his nervous system. Both of them were breathing hard now, and their bodies were slowly accumulating a thin sheen of sweat, even in the cool wintry air.

"Faster," Damon panted, his head thrashing back and forth, his cheeks flushed.

Deia smiled and complied, sensing that his master was striving to reach some sort of goal. Damon's behavior seemed desperate, and his hands clawed at the carpet, bunching it up in his grip.

Deia shifted position so that he lay down alongside Damon, their bodies touching side to side . Deia's head lay at the base of Damon's neck. One of Deia's arms was playing with Damon's hair, while the other was down and stroking Damon. Damon's hips were rising off the carpet and thrusting against Deia's hand now.

Finally, Damon gritted his teeth and groaned loudly. His body began to shake a bit and a thick stream of hot, white seed spurted all over his belly. Some of it covered Deia's hand. Deia released Damon and watched his master, whose eyes were glazed over. Damon's breathing was labored, but he seemed to be very happy.

Damon could not believe the release he'd just experienced. That had to be the strongest orgasm he'd ever had. His whole body felt limp. Suddenly he was aware of other sensations that he had not noticed before due to his absorption in Deia's stroking. Now he could feel the long, hard length of Deia's body against his own. Everything about Deia was hard now.

Deia sat up, moved over a bit, and then stretched his body out on top of Damon's body. Their legs intertwined, and Damon could feel Deia's belly sliding against his own. Things were a bit sticky, what with Damon's cum still between their bodies, but that just increased the sexy, naughty feel of their play. Deia was kissing Damon again. Tiny hot kisses all over his jawbone, down his neck, and along his shoulder. Damon's arms were wrapped around Deia, his hands stroking Deia's back or stroking the base of his neck. Soon Damon spread his legs a bit and then wrapped them around Deia's body.

Deia's breath was hot against Damon's lips.

"Master, can we try chapter 8 now? Please? I bet we'd have lots of fun!" Deia's eyes were very dilated, and he had a pleading look on his face.

"Ch-chapter 8? What is that? You and your books..." Damon didn't have much time to question Deia about chapter 8 when Deia lowered his arm and he suddenly felt Deia's fingers gently pressing into his body. Damon gasped at the intrusion. ::THAT was chapter 8??:: Damon instinctively clamped down on Deia's fingers, preventing them from entering any farther. Deia's expression turned determined again.

"Damon, the book said that this would be easier if you try to relax..." Deia eased his fingers back out a little before pressing inward again.

Damon's entire focus was on Deia's fingers. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax his muscles. Deia's finger suddenly slid in farther, and began to slowly stroke in and out. To Damon, the sensation was painful at first, and very foreign. However, as he allowed himself to relax, the pain began to go away. Soon Deia was adding another finger, and Damon began to feel pleasure. His body began to press back against Deia's fingers.

Eventually, Deia removed his fingers. He placed his arms on either side of Damon to brace himself. Then he began to slowly slide his hardness into Damon.

Damon felt like he was being stretched apart. This was similar to the feeling of Deia's fingers, yet it wasn't. Damon didn't stop to analyze the difference, he just let himself experience the momentary discomfort, and then the slow dull pain as Deia pressed himself farther and farther inside of Damon. Then carefully, he pulled back a little and pressed forward again. Deia's breaths were coming in short, frequent gasps, as he struggled to maintain his own control. Damon's body felt hot and wonderful, and the grip was tight.

Their hot breath misted in the chilly air, but neither of them noticed. They were too absorbed in the raging flames that were burning between them. Deia's chest was sliding against Damon's as their bodies rocked with each thrust. Deia's eyes were squeezed shut as he picked up his pace. Faster and faster he rocked.

Damon felt no more discomfort as his body was now adjusted to Deia's intrusion. In fact, searing pleasure of a kind he had never imagined spread through his limbs. Deia did not have much strength to hold himself above Damon's body, so their skin was touching in many places. Damon felt himself becoming hard again at the touch of Deia's lower body as he slid back in forth.

Then Deia's body increased its speed until finally he began to shudder. Damon stared up at Deia's face, locked in an expression of rapture. Deia collapsed on top of Damon, his chest heaving from his exertion. Both of them were so exhausted, they couldn't move a muscle.

A couple minutes later., Damon reached over and pushed Deia off of him.

"You're amazingly heavy for your size," Damon said, his voice very warm and playful. He reached over and ruffled Deia's hair and pressed a kiss on the tip of his nose. Deia stared into Damon's eyes for a few moments, and then smiled. Both of them smiled. In fact, they had really silly grins on their faces, but were too tired and happy to care. They just lay there on the carpet, recovering. They continued to leisurely touch each other. A caress here, a gentle pinch there. The mood was very calm and loving.

Damon finally did sit up and began to gather his clothing. As he was putting it back on, he noticed that Deia's clothing was nowhere to be seen. Right before his eyes, Deia, magicked his clothing on. Damon could just gape with astonishment.

"How.. convenient" he said. Now that he thought about it, Deia did suddenly seem to lose all of his clothing. Damon had been too caught up with pleasure to notice.

When they were both clothed, the stepped back into the snow, and Deia shook out the carpet. It was instantly clean. Flying carpets are picky about things like that. Then they both climbed onto the carpet and Deia gave it the command to fly. Soon they were zipping through the clouds. Damon was clutching Deia's torso, while Deia cackled like a madman, enjoying the speed of their flight. Damon's face had that green pallor to it again.

Before Damon knew it, they shot out of the painting and into the room. The flying carpet jerked to a halt, and the couple fell off, tumbling onto the many cushions and silk pillows on the bed.

They were both laughing. They both noticed how comfortable the bed was.

Much later, Damon sat across from Deia in front of the fireplace. The glow from the flames cast intriguing shadows across each man's body.

They were discussing the future.

And the amazing thing is that Damon believed they had one. Unfortunately, Deia would have to remain at the Palace, at least for now. Deia was too innocent and magical to unleash on the real world. And Damon didn't feel like sharing him with anyone yet. However, Damon was not about to part with his new lover. After all, Deia was like a one-man amusement park! Just being with him made Damon feel like he was on a wild roller coaster. But Deia had an idea of how they could still be together often, without the trouble of flying to and from the Palace all the time. Damon listened to Deia's idea and laughed. Then he began to talk.

A couple hours later, Damon's eyes were drooping as he sleepily smiled at Deia.

"Do you have enough information now?" Damon asked.

"Okay, I think I've got it! Let me know if this is right..." Deia snapped his fingers, and a painting appeared. It was large, and in a heavy gold frame.

Damon stared incredulously. It was perfect! An exact replica of the inside of Damon's apartment!

"That's it!" Damon yelped. He was unable to pull his eyes away from the painting. Deia smiled and then snapped his fingers again. Another painting appeared, this one picturing the very room they were in.

"There," Deia said. Now that I have heard your description of your apartment, I can create a travel picture to it. I will hang it on that wall, and then I can visit you for a little while any time! And, if you hang this picture in your place, you can come here any time too! Portals!"

Damon was impressed by Deia's handiwork.

"So, does this mean that you created all of these paintings on the wall now?" Damon asked, looking at all of the unusual scenes pictured in them.

"Yes! I was able to make them from reading BOOKS!" (Damon chuckled at the sound of capital letters in the word BOOKS)." I read the descriptions of the places in the book, and used them to make the paintings."

The two continued to plan their meetings with each other late into the evening. Damon was revived from his sleepiness by Deia's enthusiasm. Eventually they fell asleep tangled in each other's arms, buried at the bottom of a pile of cushions. Damon had a smile on his face.

Far away, a tall woman, with very straight posture and impeccably perfect clothing, looked in a mirror and saw the sleeping couple. She smiled. Then she pulled on her gloves, grabbed her carpet bag (which jingled as if it contained several metal objects such as keys) , and her umbrella, and went on to see where the wind would take her next.

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I hope you all liked Crimson Key! Bye!!! -Aph