You're smart, but you're so foolish!

The man froze, feeling his heart thudding painfully against his ribs, unable to find an outlet for his excitement. He had to press his hand to his chest and breathe deeply to calm down. Meanwhile, the pharmacist came out of the back room, carrying boxes of medications to be placed on the display case. He couldn't immediately see his visitor, and when he finally looked up, he froze in surprise.

"Cal!?" he asked faintly and incredulously.

"Liam," the man answered him in a trembling voice, gazing unflinchingly into eyes the color of an autumn sky.

The pause lingered, and the bell rang again behind Cal. Someone else entered the drugstore, and Cal turned away so as not to draw attention. The customer asked for bandages and alcohol and then left. Liam shook his hands a little and managed to flip the sign on the door, locking it at the same time.

Then he turned to face Cal, not daring to look up at him. The man was very nervous, too. One awkward word, and they could be thousands of light years apart.

Cal promised himself that he would think carefully about every sentence, and just waited to see what Liam would do. But suddenly, he remembered Marshal's words about loving Liam for who he was, and it melted the ice in his heart. He glanced over at the man who was propping himself up against the door and grimacing as he studied the toes of his shoes.

He looked quite healthy currently, just a little depressed. Cal wondered what would happen if he walked over and took his hand? But after taking a couple of steps towards Liam, he was literally knocked off his feet by the man, who threw himself into his arms.

Pressed against his prickly coat, Liam sighed softly. Cal slid his hands down his back and a painful ringing inside. He felt his heart beating and immediately wanted to feel him more and harder with his skin. He opened his coat and pulled Liam against his chest.

For once, he was afraid of words and wanted this tender, touching moment not to be overshadowed by talk. Liam lifted his hand and began to touch his sensitive neck lightly. Cal felt like he'd been stung with nettles, his heart slamming into sweet nectar.

"Let's get out of here?" lifted Liam's hazy gaze to him, and Cal's mouth went dry.

"Where to," he said hoarsely, devouring Liam with his eyes.

"Follow me," Liam pulled him by the arm somewhere inside the drugstore, and Cal, berating himself for the fact that his legs were suddenly like a cotton, could barely keep up.

Once in the dark, dark hallway, Liam slowed, as if hesitating. He looked back at Cal and with his eyes alone asked him the ultimate question, "Do you love me?" It might have seemed like a lot to the man in the coat, but he impulsively moved forward and licked Liam's lips seductively.

The man shuddered and touched his lips with his fingertips. Full of determination, he once again led Cal further behind him. Entering a small room, they found themselves in a warehouse. There were tall racks of drugs everywhere, and a distinctive odor could be smelled.

Liam locked the door again and only then boldly looked Cal in the eye. He walked over and pulled the man's coat off, setting it aside. Slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, he pressed his forehead against the hot skin, greedily inhaling its scent. Cal breathed deeply, trying to control himself as much as possible, so he wouldn't snap.

Liam's cold palm slid down his chest and timidly grazed his nipple. Cal bit his lip and held his breath, afraid to frighten away those tentative caresses. Liam's face flushed with an unhealthy blush, teasing the man's bare torso.

Cal leaned in and kissed him, unwilling to pull away from the soft lips. He passionately ran his hands down Liam's back, tickling his clothes and skin, trying to press as hard as he could against his throbbing lower abdomen. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a low table and picked Liam up and leaned on the table, settling the man on top of him.

He did all of this as he continued to entwine his tongue with his in a mad whirlpool of greedy passion. He could clearly feel the arousal of the man, gripping his shoulders and sinking his fingers into his hair.

"I love you, Liam," Cal breathed into his face and unbuttoned his shirt without pause. Suddenly, Liam stopped his hands and pulled away from him and asked:

"Say it again..."

"I love you," Cal leaned down and started kissing his neck and then played his lips with his ear.

"More," Liam whispered, trembling with pleasure.

"I love you madly," Cal conceded and tickled his sensitive spot with his tongue.

"Ah," Liam sighed and shuddered with pleasure.

"Do you? You won't tell?" Cal began to leave painful trails of passionate kisses on his neck.

Liam's hands trembled, and he clung frantically to Cal, trying to keep his mind clear. When the man sucked on his neck once more, he exhaled audibly still:

"Lower..."

Cal reached his lips to the seductively protruding nipple and covered it with his hot, wet mouth. Liam arched back in burning pleasure and, at the same time, pressed his lower body against the man, generating another wave of excruciating pleasure.

Unintentionally moving toward each other, they felt dizzying sensations, but the real lust only grew stronger with each kiss.

Cal sucked and bit the soft nipples greedily and roughly, clenching his hands over his buttocks as if he hoped to tear the thin fabric separating him from the hot, coveted spot.

"I want you..." he heard the faint whisper again, and he dug his fingers into Liam's buttocks, fingers white with tension.

Setting him on the floor, he quickly freed Liam from his clothes and forcibly placed him face down on the table. The man behaved very obediently, causing Cal to hold his horses a bit and reminded himself to be gentle and not slip into animal behavior.

As much as he wanted to get him harder, he was afraid of those instincts of his. When he looked down, he could see the milky buttocks in all its glory, with the marks of his fingers clearly visible. With guilt and regret, Cal knelt down and began to cover the tender skin with tantalizing kisses.

Liam was shivering shallowly with cold and arousal, and sighed often. Not wanting to prolong their mutual torment, Cal moistened his fingers with saliva and began patiently massaging the tight little hole. Playing with her and teasing her, he felt a delicious sense of euphoria from the anticipation of the coming penetration.

Listening to Liam's breathing, he gently slid his finger inside, but no further than the first phalanx, and then pulled out. Little by little, he stretched and relaxed the tight entrance, feeling the tightness of his erection making his pants feel insanely tight.

Eager to rid of the intolerable pressure, he distracted himself by undressing. Liam watched intently as the man unbuttoned his pants, freeing his fondle-hungry tool.

The next moment, he rose from his seat, and with a quick rummage with his hand on the rack, pulled out something small. Cal watched his actions with amazement.

The man opened a metal round tin and pulled out something strange. It was even more unexpected when he placed the thing against Cal's aroused cock and began to gently roll it around, placing a rubber sheath over his battle buddy.

"What's this?" Cal asked.

"... A condom."

The man's caressing touch made Cal even hotter, and he didn't care what Liam had put on him. All he longed for was to be back in the warm and cramped space inside of him, so he picked Liam up off the cold floor and forced him to wrap his legs tightly around him.

"Hold on to me..." breathing heavily, he said and, taking aim, began to plunge inside.

Liam tensed and opened his eyes wide, clutching at his muscled shoulders. He gulped for air with his mouth, feeling a rasping, inexorable pain strangely mixed with sharp pleasure. It was as if a little honey had been added to the poison.

While he sorted out his feelings, Cal had him fully on his cock and experienced the stupefying pleasure of realizing his dominant role.

"Easy..." pleaded the man in his arms as he felt himself caught.

"I'm sorry," Cal replied in a strange voice and began to move vigorously inside him, tossing and dropping his body, thrusting mercilessly and passionately, eliciting loud sobs from his lips.

Liam realized it was futile to resist this hurricane, so closing his eyes and holding tightly to the man obsessed with passion, he took off and crashed with him. Cal stopped for a moment and lowered Liam's feet to the floor. Turning him against the wall, he thrust violently into his gut again, feeling no resistance, and it thrilled him.

"I've missed you so much," Cal said, thrusting deeply into Liam as if interjecting his feelings into him.

"Aaaahhh," Liam shrank back and sighed, taking his blows and insults without complaint.

"Why didn't you seek me out," he shoved again, causing Liam's lower back to spasm painfully.

"Are you going to kill me with sex?" Liam asked with tears in his eyes and turned his head.

"If I have to," Cal, not knowing what he was saying, not only thrust into the tender flesh with all his might, but also squeezed the back of Liam's head.

"Stop it!" the man gasped in pain and fear.

"Ask for more!"

The heavy and fierce blows came again and again, making Liam tremble with fear and arousal.

"Forgive me..." he struggled to say.

"More!" Cal shouted and tugged at his hair, causing the man to arch his back involuntarily. "What are you apologizing for?"

Cal turned Liam around to face him and pressed him against the wall, nuzzling into his neck.

Tears rolled down the man's face, which then began to turn into sobs. His shoulders were shaking, and he was short of breath.

"I apologize for rejecting your help and making you leave..." Liam wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his wet face into his chest.

Cal froze upon hearing that admission. Feeling the wet marks on his skin, he finally got what he wanted – Liam was sorry. This stubborn, reckless, fervently loved man was sorry for what he had done.

"Thank the gods!" — Cal mentally sighed.

"What do you feel for me?" Cal asked him.

"Don't ask me that, I'm too guilty," Liam barely spoke, crushed with shame and guilt. Cal squeezed his chin sharply and lifted it up, forcing their gazes to meet.

"What am I to you...? A toy?" he asked, looking into Liam's contorted face.  "You want me, you love me, you want me, you send me away?"

Liam continued to cry and covered his face with his hands. Cal grabbed his hands and crucified him against the wall, drilling Liam mercilessly with his gaze.

"... I love you..." the man finally mumbled, and it was as if a heavy burden had fallen from his shoulders. He looked affectionately at Cal through his tears, and moved forward to kiss him. Cal let go of his hands and hugged him tightly, pulling him against him.

"You're smart, but you're such a fool! I've wanted to tell you this for a long time," he said to Liam, "Everyone matters to you except you and me. I desperately wanted to be there for you, but you put our relationship on hold. Don't you ever do that again. Don't you dare, you hear me? You better kill me right now."

Liam closed his eyes and tilted his head, listening to Cal, believing him, realizing what he was yelling and asking for. Cal let off steam and realized he'd said enough. The man trembling in his arms could take no more. His mood changed instantly.

He felt a rush of tenderness and a desire to take care of him. He picked up his coat and threw it on the floor, then went back for Liam and gently laid him on top of it. The furious altercation caused the arousal to subside, and Cal began caressing Liam's sensitive body again.

Conquered by his tenderness and persistence, Liam let go of his resentment and fear and began to respond to his reverent touch. He closed his eyes and relaxed to enjoy the closeness fully. While the man caressed his chest and gently rubbed his sensitive navel, Liam slid his hand down and entered himself with two fingers.

Cal noticed the movement and his blood boiled in him, fueled by jealousy. He grabbed his cock and with quick movements brought it to life, feeling the weapon he had just almost hurt the man he loved grow stronger and stronger in his hand.

"Get out your hand of my way quickly," he whispered to Liam, slapping his aroused cock against his fingers, "make way for the adults."

Liam obediently retrieved his wet fingers and immediately grabbed his tormentor to guide him inside. As soon as the head slid inside, he grabbed hold of Cal's hips and pulled him to him with force. There was no talk of tenderness. Liam still liked hard sex.

"Then what upset him earlier?"  Cal didn't understand, feeling the lecher beneath him wriggle his whole body, begging for his punishment.

"Do you want it harder?" He asked him bluntly.

"Yes," Liam exhaled.

Cal was fully aware of everything he was doing and wasn't uncontrollably cruel. But still, still, he lost his temper. Putting Liam's leg over his shoulder, he grabbed his cock with his free hand and squeezed with force, eliciting a groan from the man beneath him.

Pushing deep and furiously into him, he never slowed his pace for a second, feeling the hot, throbbing flesh in his hands about to explode. He clamped down hard on the base of his cock, forcing the man to flounder with desperation, clutching his nipples and craving his climax more than anything else. This was his punishment.

"Please," he pleaded, "let me cum... I can't take anymore..."

"Ask for more," his tormentor wouldn't give in, feeling the double pleasure of his power over Liam, subduing him and curbing him like a wild stallion.

"Please, please," Liam gasped in agonized anticipation, "I'll do anything you ask..."

Cal laughed, but the next second he felt himself about to cum. Speeding up, he began massaging Liam's cock, letting him experience release, and it came almost immediately. Liam shrieked as if pierced, and spurted out, falling into the abyss.

Meanwhile, Cal felt Liam squeezing him inside him like a vise, making it hard to move. The last frictions made him feel unusually euphoric, and he cum too, feeling empty, relaxed, and wanting to eat Liam a few more times.

Instead, he collapsed on top of him, almost exhausted from their ridiculous fight. Liam brushed his heavy hair away from his face and stroked the man's back affectionately. Their hot breath mingled. Liam reached for his clothes and threw his shirt over Cal.

"Mmm," the man moaned, settling comfortably on top of him and licked his neck.

"You seem very satisfied," Liam smiled.

"Aren't you?" Cal rested his forehead against his and tickled Liam's lips with his tongue. The man laughed at his touch and, patting his favorite ass, said:

"Take off the condom."

"Yeah," Cal stood up and now looked at what he was wearing with interest. The suit didn't impress him, though its functionality had been proven by experience: not a drop past.

"Give it to me," Liam held out his hand and, wrapping the evidence in paper, tossed it in the trash.

There was some awkwardness between them, so not finding anything to talk about, the men began searching for their clothes scattered around the room. Cal was the first to put on what he was supposed to and walked over to Liam, taking the initiative to button his shirt.

To his surprise, he felt aroused again when he touched him, so he mentally hoped for one more time. Suddenly footsteps were heard, someone came to the door and jerked the knob.

"Liam," came a knock and a familiar voice.

"Was that Twelfth?" Cal asked in a whisper. "What do we do?"

Liam shrugged and stepped around the man and opened the door.

"I'm here, is it an emergency?" He asked, not letting the man in the doorway.

"I just wanted to tell you that Cal should be here," the Elder replied.

"He's already here," Liam said and opened the door wide. Cal's eyes widened in surprise, but he pulled himself together and said hello.

"Oh, great, your shift's over, so we can go upstairs and talk. Sorry to interrupt," he added and left.

Cal sighed.

"Is there something you're unhappy about?" Liam asked with a sudden boldness that made Cal feel like he wanted to rehabilitate him into an obedient and respectful boy regularly.

"It's nothing," Cal answered, shaking out his slightly wrinkled coat and heading for the exit, "Where to?"

"This way," Liam locked the warehouse and walked ahead, but a little stiffly. At the end of the hallway, he even stopped and leaned against the wall. Cal sympathetically massaged his lower back, paying special attention to the points releasing the pain in his lower body.

Liam felt better, and they went up to the second floor, where Twelfth and Seventh were waiting for them in a small, cozy office.

"Welcome," Seventh said, "we've heard about your exploits."

"What exploits," Liam asked in surprise, which made Cal give him a strange, promising look.

"Don't you know that the frontiers are safe now, thanks to Cal?"

"Why haven't I heard anything about that," Liam muttered, crumpling his napkin in his lap.

"They say the man who subdued the dragons was executed?" The Elder asked.

"Yes, Colonel Andreas sentenced him to be shot," Cal confirmed.

There was an awkward silence at the table. Seven poured tea for everyone and placed a plate of small sandwiches on the table.

"The food here is delicious," the woman broke the pause.

"So let me ask you what you're all doing here." Cal cut to the chase.

Everyone frowned a little as they considered his question. Twelfth was the first to speak.

"As you know, I have a policy of non-interference," the Elder began, "in this case, I've only moved in after my friends, but there are some things we have to do. As you may have noticed, the authorities are persecuting people they don't want, I mean ethnic groups, priests, antisocial people, not all of them, but many. We have seen people being mistreated and even killed."

"Unfortunately, we can't use our powers to intervene in the situation," Seven said, adjusting the cuffs on her sleeves, "but we are joining forces with those who want to help people."

"In what way?" Cal was puzzled, and wished he could be a part of it.

"Our secret network consists of bribed soldiers and officials. Occasionally, they inform us about raids, and we try to get people out before they are arrested. We have businessmen in our organization who secretly supply the workers with food, clothing, and help buy women and children out of the camps. Almost all the time, we are gathering information and analyzing, trying to anticipate the government's next move and what is the wisest thing for us to do," Liam told them.

"In that case, I can help you," Cal said, "I repossessed a few days ago and now I own many businesses. I plan to take over the textile factory, I was just visiting its current owner, Richter, today. He will be happy to step down. As far as I understand, the workers in the workshops are exclusively prisoners from the camp?"

"That's excellent news," Liam said excitedly, "if you take this position, you'll be close to the commandant, and you'll help save many people."

"Easier said than done," Twelfth muttered skeptically, "we all know that the commandant is a terrible, unscrupulous man who does not shy away from anything, and his crimes are innumerable."

Cal coughed and his enthusiasm faded.

"This is idle speculation and rumor. There's no reason to jump to such conclusions without getting to know the man."

"That's what Cal will do while I'm traveling," the Head blurted out

Cal looked at Liam in surprise.

"You're going somewhere...?"

"You see, for all my dislike of Spiritual Schools, I happened to meet a monk who belongs to a branch of Buddhism."

"Something religious?"

"Well, how to say, people only see religion, but the gifted see an opportunity for perfection."

"So, what's your interest?"

"The man who organized two Spiritual Schools in France turned out to be reborn. He went on to Tibet and continued his work there. I hope to meet him or his disciples to unite the world of the gifted, and in time, restore the proper course of life."

"I don't quite understand," Cal shook his head.

"Well," Liam sighed, "you've seen the devastated planets, and you know that without the creators there will be no life there."

"In other words, you want to resume your studies at the Academy?"

"First, I'd like to continue the Creator training here on Earth. We've already begun some preparations."

"What kind of preparations?"

"We've selected a large group of gifted children and temporarily placed them in an orphanage in the countryside."

"I can't believe you did that? You didn't kidnap children!?" Cal became agitated.

"What are you talking about? How could you? They're so-called 'war children', orphans, we've been collecting them all over Europe, following on the heels of the army. At first, we just tried to help people in the destroyed cities with food, medicine, care, but we saw that our forces were not enough. Although there were friends everywhere who were ready to support us, we could not cope with the consequences of the war."