Memories
The last lesson was very difficult for Cal. He was not a fan of voyeurism, unlike the Teacher. He liked to watch as well as demonstrate.
If the Teacher had not promised him that he would be sure to drag an attractive student into their games, Cal would have refused to play such games.
As he proceeded without emotion, he methodically and calculatingly aroused the Teacher, teasing out his creative energy. It was in this state that he wrote his best works.
And right during their strange lesson, he depicted how he felt and saw his student. With a sideways eye, Cal noticed a silvery blue dragon appearing on the canvas.
That was the kind of energy Cal felt in his dream. He was walking along the shore of the lake and suddenly this monster appeared out of the water. But its appearance was not intimidating. It made its way to the shore and fell at Cal's feet. There was a laceration on the dragon's chest. He stared at the snow demon and wept. Cal's heart trembled, and he knelt, healing the dragon's wound.
Because the Teacher had kissed the young man first, Cal was flaming with anger, but he held back as all his thoughts were of that dragon. When the Teacher ordered the young man to kiss Cal, he remembered again how the beautiful creature had suffered, and he struggled back to reality.
When the young man's lips touched him, he suddenly came to life.
It was as if he was an old stone statue, and suddenly a divine glow touched his desiccated soul, pouring life into it. He shook off his stone shell, and a real hot heartbeat was in his chest. He forgot the Teacher and even himself.
His fiery digging into the young man's lips must have frightened him because he pulled away and wanted to run away. He had to grab him by the neck and pull him back to me, because this venerable old man craved young and fresh love more than ever, for the first time in his long life.
Though only a blind man would call Cal an old man. The man looked thirty at most and had an incredible trim body.
Ling gasped at his insistent kisses. Suddenly the young man slumped to the floor. Cal exulted!
It was all him, he alone was so overwhelming to the young man, making him tremble. He increased his exposure and captured the tender tongue.
This simple maneuver made the unsophisticated child just begin to lose himself.
The teacher, too, felt his energy surge and joined in the process, which was the last straw; Ling could take no more and passed out. Cal looked sadly at the helpless body.
When they were finished pleasuring each other, Cal was able to appreciate the Teacher's painting. He had drawn the Dragon after all. He was instructed to take the young man home and place the mark. The Teacher explained that this could only be done on a full moon night like tonight if the young man agreed to spend the night with Cal.
Upon arriving at his house, however, Cal happened to notice a tattoo on Ling's arm in the moonlight and fell over.
It was a voluntary heart mark, and the snow demon could not place his mark until the young man voluntarily relinquished his former one.
Leaving the young man on his bed, Cal sliced circles around his house.
Ling woke up completely crushed and devastated. He quite accurately understood the expression that unsatisfied desire is more devastating than exorbitant taxes.
Rising on the bed, he looked out at the moonlit shore. He thought there, in the silvery glow, stood a lone figure with long white hair.
«What an amazing vision,» he thought to himself and staggered to the glass doors.
But stopping at the glass partition, he froze, there was indeed a tall, slender man standing on the shore. Ling squeezed his eyes shut and looked into the distance again.
The bright moonlight on that night made the ocean look fantastically beautiful. Great power was surging against the shore and the rocks scattered into thousands of silver crystals.
It was the first time Ling had ever looked at the ocean on a night like this. So did that man. He stood with his back to the lodge, putting his hands behind his back as was his habit.
The wind gently fluttered his white hair. Ling took in the picture for a moment and wished he had a phone handy to take pictures.
But there was his sketchbook next to him on the table, and the young man sketched out the plot with sharp strokes.
He paid particular attention to the beauty and proportions of a lonely figure in the distance. Suddenly he heard his voice.
«If you're done, come out, the night is beautiful tonight.»
Ling jumped in surprise and dropped his notebook from his hands.
«Careful,» he heard Cal's voice as if he were standing in the room.
He glanced at the figure in the distance - Cal was turning and looking right at him. His ethereal face stood out sharply under the moonlight. Even his eyebrows pushed up to the bridge of his nose.
«You're so handsome...» Ling whispered in surprise to him.
«Well, are you coming or not?» He heard a quiet voice.
Ling decided and opened the glass door and went to the elf.
«Who are elves?» he heard a quiet voice, though he was still far away from the man.
He thought for a moment that if this were a dream, he would more easily perceive the telepathic abilities of his new friend.
«These are fairy creatures with a beautiful but somewhat cold appearance,» he said aloud.
«And how am I an elf?»
...
The young man had only a few more steps to take on the sand, but he stopped. Seeing Cal right in front of him was the first time he'd dared to examine him closely. After all, for some reason he'd called him an elf from the first time he'd met him.
His contrasting appearance was awe-inspiring. Dark, mobile eyebrows stood out against his snow-white hair. And though they were most often frowned upon, the man did not look fearful or boring.
On the contrary, this silent menace was like a protective mask behind which he could hide from the world. No one would approach a guy like that on the street with nonsense, girls wouldn't stalk him, enemies would flinch, and friends would respect him. Ling tilted his head sideways and his gaze fell on his tightly pressed lips.
Beautifully outlined, equally full, something rarely seen. The nose was thin, straight, perfect.
Viewed as a whole and in detail, like an artist, Ling lost his pulse looking at such a perfect face. Then he looked again at the lips. Were they the ones he'd kissed to unconsciousness just a couple of hours ago?
«Had you seen enough?» Cal asked quietly.
«No...» he sighed, «how I can...»
Cal raised an eyebrow and hid a smile.
«You can keep looking, but answer the question.»
«Yes... which one,» Ling took a few steps forward in fascination and stopped.
Cal noted with annoyance that they were still separated by a distance, and, without giving it away, he said.
«There's a mark on your arm, who did you make it for, and what does it mean to you? Before you answer, you should know that I came today intending to put my mark on you, but this brand does not allow me. What do you say?
Ling blinked in surprise as if throwing off the illusion of sleep. He finally understood the mark Cal was talking about, and his heart pangs with remorse.
«I get it,» Cal said suddenly. But Ling grabbed his arm.
«Don't go away, will you listen to me? If you want to go inside, please, I'm sure I owe you an explanation for my complicated relationship with this tattoo.»
The man nodded back and as they approached the house, he deftly jumped onto the roof of the terrace. As if nothing had happened, he sat down and patted the seat next to him, showing the young man to join in. Ling was stunned and took a few steps back.
That's when the man realized that he had already shown the man his abilities twice without preparation. He frowned and jumped to the ground. Ling was just about to faint and Cal supported him, carefully leading him into the house.
Tossing a couple of cushions from the couch on the floor by the door, he gently set the boy down and sat across from him.
«I'm just working out,» he said, averting his eyes.
«Yeah,» Ling nodded understandingly.
«So, what was it you wanted to tell me,» said Cal, deftly changing the subject, «whose name's on your wrist, who do I have to go around before you'll let me get tagged?» Cal got very chatty with excitement.
Ling was safely brought back to reality by these words, and he stared thoughtfully at the stunningly handsome man who couldn't wait to be tagged.
«This is the first person I ever gave my heart to. We couldn't be together in the end.»
«Someone killed the man you love?» Cal blurted out.
«No, no!»
«Seduced him?» Cal didn't let up.
«No,» Ling answered more quietly.
«Oh, that's too bad, then you're separated lovers, aren't you?» So he turned from a menacing snow demon to a frozen snowman. Ling noticed this reaction and thought he was cute.
«The other man wanted to hurt Wei, take away his corporation, and stomp on his dignity. Helping him got me into trouble myself. We tried to fake my death, but it didn't work...» The young man fell silent, not knowing whether to talk further.
Despite the secrecy, he had already told many people the story and felt like a market woman.
Cal saw his embarrassment and said:
«If you let me, I can see everything for myself, and then no one in this world will understand you better than I do.»
Ling looked at the man in surprise. He wanted to try.
As if in response to his mental assent, the man moved in so that their knees were touching and took him by the wrists of both hands.
Ling closed his eyes and felt warmth flow into his body. Like a warm wave, it washed over his heart as well.
He slowly drifted into sleep. Gradually he was no longer in control of his body and would have fallen to the floor, but Cal expected this, picked him up, and carried him to the bed. Then he leaned over the young man, joining his palms to his and touching his forehead with his head.
Immediately Cal's consciousness connected with the young man's memory, and the first thing he knew was his real name. He was able to go through absolutely all of Ling's memories in a quarter of an hour. Although it had been a long and difficult life for Ling, Cal was able to accompany him and tap into the young man's feelings.
He was angry as he watched Jiang Wei act cowardly.
He wanted to support Ling as he cried under the cold shower or as he gasped in fear and panic in the morgue. Cal understood why Ling had become attached to Wei.
Stockholm syndrome. The young man had to endure many traumatic events because of Way and do so many brave things for him.
Cal decided to kill Lu Fei and Jiang Wei at the first opportunity. Intentionally, he went back to that first night when Wei unceremoniously took Ling while under the influence of the drug.
Cal stood with his back to the couch and heard Ling crying that he was in pain. The snow demon turned around and roared at what was going on, unable to contain himself! How angry he was, he was torn with anger.
If he had met Ling first, he would have treated him tenderly and respectfully and would have sacrificed money and power just to keep his relationship with this man!