Will he want to see me?

The Head answered evasively, and continued rubbing his face against Cal's.

Suddenly, he heard a terrifying growl from somewhere nearby. Ignoring it, he kissed Cal's hair, taking incredible pleasure in his scent. A second growl made him stop and sigh.

"You look hungry," Liam smiled.

"Yeah," the apprentice nodded, "but first..."

He stood up and found Liam's lips as he drew closer.

"You've been teasing me all morning..."

He whispered, his lips pressed softly against the warm honeyed lips. It made him dizzy at once, but it was an amazingly pleasant feeling...

Liam stroked his back gently and set his lips and tongue out for Cal to do whatever he wanted. As he sank into the sweet abyss, he lost his sense of time and space. If it weren't for the nasty rumbling, this could have been a very romantic moment between them.

Breaking away from the sweet and alluring Cal with force, Liam dragged him by the arm toward the door. But while he tried to turn the key in the lock with a trembling hand, the man managed to walk scalding touches across his body.

"What are you doing?"

Liam mentally pleaded: we're not getting out of here.

Cal turned him around and pressed his back against the door, pouncing again with kisses. Liam let out a moan of pleasure and longing. He felt himself begins to get excited

Cal was undressing him right there in the healer's room, under the nose of the entire Academy. A thin, almost paper-thin door separated them from the corridor where the students scurried by.

When the clothes fell to the floor, Liam lost all ability to resist. His knees trembled treacherously, and his solid organ, rising and demanding attention, spoke eloquently and loudly. Cal pulled him back onto the bed, but it creaked sneakily.

That's no good, Liam thought, hoping to retain some dignity.

He stood beside the bed, resting his hands on the metal frame. Meanwhile, Cal rummaged through the healer's shelves and found a soothing balm.

"Good thing we ended up here," Cal said, tossing the jar in his hands. Liam stood in front of him, embarrassed.

"You could close the window," the man asked.

In the slightly shaded room, two hot bodies rubbed and crashed into each other, tongues intertwined and hands wandering greedily. Passionately thrusting into the supple body, Cal felt dizzy and weak, but spit on them, kept drilling Liam and forcing him to moan and breathe heavily.

He was impatient, as was his lover, wanting to discharge as soon as possible and let the accumulated arousal out. Liam stimulated himself with his hand, and Cal increased his pace as if he had reached the finish line.

"Harder, you could do it harder…" Liam begged, barely catching his breath, and Cal was snapping at him to the point of madness.

"Ahhh..."

Liam shrieked and cummed, soiling his hands and the bed.

It was as if Cal had gone crazy with his moaning and, all wet with sweat, sped up so that he soon exploded, too.

He held his breath for a moment, concentrating on the incredible sensations inside him. Even as he cummed, he took his time getting out of Liam, continuing to embrace his hot, wet body, stroking and pressing against him.

Liam surrendered to this caress and closed his eyes from the sensation of pleasurable relaxation that came over him.

Cal asked him, nibbling the back of his shoulders and neck: "Is it all right to be so quick?"

"Mmm, that was fantastic," Liam replied, barely audible, melting from the caresses, "I want to take you home soon."

"Ahem..." replied Cal, "I know we're not allowed to teleport at the Academy, but why don't we have a snack on the terrace of our home?"

The temptation was too great.

"Not that it's not allowed," Liam said, "I just like to walk around, but not right now.

His glowering gaze indicated that the Head agreed to be home sooner rather than later. Hastily dressed, they cleaned up the signs of the crime and, providentially opening the infirmary door, touched the crystals and found themselves in their living room.

"How about a bath?"

Lounging in the warm water, they talked quietly. Liam was finally ripe to share his adventures, and over this story, they didn't notice how the water got cold. After wiping each other off, and helping each other to get dressed, they were in a playful mood again, and as they left the bathroom they kissed softly, bumping into furniture.

Suddenly, there was a timid cough.

"Ahem-hm-hm."

The men froze in astonishment and looked to where the sound came from, Ronu himself was sitting relaxed on the couch. Liam glanced around the room, expecting to see the rest of the group, but luckily, he was the only one there. Keeping his hands on Cal's shoulders, Liam nodded:

"To Ronu…"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I have business with Cal," the man replied, getting up.

"Oh, yeah…" Liam remembered and straightened his robe on his student, "I'll leave you to it then, I wanted to cook dinner anyway."

Liam left for the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. Cal excused himself and went to change. When he returned, Ronu was standing in the doorway, looking up at the clouds floating in the sky.

"I suppose I should thank you for saving me," he said, distracting the man from his contemplation.

"Don't mention it," Ronu waved at him with a smile, "let's get acquainted, my name is Ronu Defoe."

"Cal," the man held out his hand, "so what business do you have with me?"

They sat down at a table, and Liam brought them a plate of snacks.

"I'm sorry," said Cal, his eyes widening. "But I'm starving."

"Don't worry, I'll keep you company," he smiled at Ronu, and they finished their sandwiches in no time.

Liam rattled the dishes in the kitchen, showing that he didn't care what was going on. But Cal got up and brought him over, forcing him to sit down beside him. They waited for Ronu to speak. The man licked his parched lips and cleared his throat.

"Anyway, I'm Ronu," he began, "and I heard that my old friend is back in this world and would like to see him. And you, Cal, can help me."

Liam suddenly squeezed his hand and Cal felt a strange and mysterious atmosphere.

"Who is your friend?" he asked.

"Dai-Kun," Ronu answered quietly.

Cal was confused. Thoughts swirled chaotically in his head. He looked incredulously at the perfectly ordinary man across the street.

And how can he be a friend of Le... I mean, Dai-Kun? Isn't the Overlord his master, Cal was beginning to think.

Meanwhile, Liam continued to squeeze his hand, making him think that everything the man said was true. What's more, does Liam know everything? Cal looked back at him and raised his eyebrows questioningly; Liam nodded.

"So you're saying," Cal hesitantly began, "that you're... the Light-bearing Overlord?"

He couldn't believe he'd said that.

"Yes," the man nodded simply, "but as I told Liam before, the rumors about me are greatly exaggerated. I'm just as human as anyone else, just old," Ronu laughed.

"I can't believe it," Cal muttered, "is it true?"

"It's true," confirmed Liam, "Ronu helped us a lot on our adventures and deserved your thanks. Help him meet Dai-Kun.

"And what's the problem anyway, I'll call him right away and"

Ronu flinched, startled, and Liam squeezed Cal's hand.

"Wait, there's a difficulty, you might have forgotten something," Liam said, taking a seat on the table across from Cal.

"What's the matter?" Cal couldn't take it anymore.

"He probably doesn't want to see me," he said quietly to Ronu, and clasped his hands together.

There was an oppressive silence. All three of them wondered what they could do about it.

Cal was the first to speak:

"And if we don't?"

The men looked at him incredulously.

"What if he regretted the past and didn't know how to correct his mistake?"

Though Cal knew little about those events, he grasped the gist and operated on it to Ronu's advantage.

"Ronu, think maybe Cal's right," Liam encouraged Ronu.

"I'll figure it out," Cal jumped to his feet and touched the crystal, and disappeared before anyone could stop him.

Liam sat confused, pulling at the hem of his shirt.

"You wanted to make dinner?" Came Ronu's voice.

"Yeah."

"I'll help you, I can't wait."

"Then let's call the others in, hopefully, Cal will be back by then," Liam said, rolling up his sleeves, "You can help with the vegetables," he asked the Overlord simply.

Cal entered Legion space and immediately noticed the change. It had changed from an uninhabited, chaotic world to a structured area.

Cal walked down the path toward the small forest and was surprised to see that there was a lake there. The Legion was creating its world as it saw fit. Cal didn't understand why a fire dragon would need a body of water, but his surprise didn't end there.

As he glanced around, he spotted an actual human home in the distance. As he made his way through the tall grasses, Cal came out on a cliff that had a beautiful view of a winding river.

Water again!

As he descended the hill, he finally saw what the house looked like. An ordinary, cozy house on stilts. It stood low to the ground, with a projecting wooden terrace around its perimeter, and a neat balustrade. Large glass windows allowed light to fill the house easily.

Cal walked around and saw a tall log pile...

Why does it feel like someone lives here, and where is the Legion? He thought as he made his way past the big pile of firewood, and then he saw him.

The dragon was asleep, curled up and hiding from the sun behind some logs. Cal stopped and wondered what it all might mean. He walked back to the house and went inside. The house was not some toy-like mock-up.

Inside, it was filled with all sorts of normal necessities, and more importantly, everything made sense. It was more like such a house really existed...

Cal took a small human-made wooden craft from the chest of drawers. Twisting it in his hands, he suddenly remembered Liam's space: the township, the river, the bridge, and the factory.

"If Liam did all this remembering his past, and thinking of me," Cal realized and walked out of the house, " then we can assume that Dai-Kun acted from the same considerations."