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3 - Kayl's Gift

Tom and Seb waited anxiously, expecting to feel the explosion that would

kill them and all their neighbours, anticipating the split second of

excruciating pain and subsequent death that would come from the blast.

When that didn't happen, they stayed where they were, fearing their

movement might cause the mysterious agents that arrested Tom during their

shared vision to appear and apprehend him again. By about 5 o'clock, they

both realised they were safe on both counts, and began to relax slowly.

Seb sighed and pulled Tom close to his chest, drawing circles over his

lover's belly.

"Do you think we're in the clear?" Seb asked, trepidation dripping from

his words, "I mean, nothing happened after the earthquake, and there's no

sign of your kidnappers. Is it over?"

Tom sat in thought for a moment, contemplating the likelihood of their

terrifying vision being a one off. In his experience, these kinds of

things don't just go away. He was worried that the underlying objective

of whatever was behind the bizarre events of the vision was not avoided

by his and Seb's efforts, and that another such attempt to capture Tom

might occur.

At that moment, as if in response to his fears, a sinister voice echoed

around the room, practically hissing as it spoke to Tom.

*You will never be safe Tomas Daryk, we will never stop. We will have

you, Witch, and your soul's mortal equal. We will stop at nothing to

possess your power, it is futile to resist us. You are one of the last

wielders of Magic, one of the last to possess Kayl's Gift. Today was your

final day of freedom, your final chance to know peace. Tomorrow our

pursuit truly begins. Tomorrow we will claim our prize. Enjoy these final

hours with your soulmate, for tomorrow will be the end of both of you.*

"What the fuck was that!?" Tom exclaimed, panic swiftly taking over him

as he noticed Sebastyn's puzzled expression. "You heard that, right?"

"Heard what? I didn't hear anything." Sebastyn replied.

"That voice! It said it will never stop until it gets me, that today is

my last day of freedom and it will get me tomorrow. It sounded like it

knew about my vision, about my powers." Seb paled, the reality of Tom's

revelation dawning on him.

"What!? So, it's not over yet? What are we going to do?" Seb cried. "What

if we just stay here, wait it out and hope everything just blows over?"

"I don't think that will work. It managed to contact me here, it must

know where I am." Tom paused, trying to decide whether or not to share

just how much the voice seemed to know. Making up his mind, he continued,

"Also, it mentioned you, called you my soulmate and said it will come for

you too. I'm so sorry I brought you into this Seb, maybe if I leave now

and try to get out of town, you'll be sa-"

"No. I knew what I was getting into when I went looking for you this

morning. I won't let you do this alone, we're in this together. Besides,

how can you possibly stand against the magical Mafia without your

soulmate?" Seb grinned, stopping Tom's plea in its tracks. Tom gave Seb a

tight smile, mind already focussing on another important detail.

"The voice said something about me being one of the last people that has

magic, one of the few that have 'Kayl's Gift'. What could that mean?"

Seb looked pensively at the wall for a moment before bursting out, "Do

you think it has something to do with Axyl and Zayk Kayl? They were

Witches, weren't they?"

"Of course! That makes a lot of sense, but then again, they had full

blown magic, they could conjure things and manipulate matter. And their

power was transferrable. Toby Drake and Dylin Malfoy became Witches too,

after they bonded with the Kayl twins. I don't see you conjuring anything

or blasting holes in walls..." Tom trailed off, a bemused grimace on his

face.

"Yeah, but I shared your vision, maybe you imprinted on me when you saw

me before the gas tank exploded. Or maybe your gift is different, more

mental than physical, and it's transferred in a more subtle way..." Seb

argued, "Because Toby and Axyl were obviously soulmates, and apparently

the disembodied voice you just heard thinks we're soulmates too. Maybe in

our case the magic is transferred less obviously because of the mental

nature of your powers.

"I mean, there's so little we actually know about what happened with the

whole Toby Drake incident, so we're really just running blind with all

this." Seb visibly deflated, having run out of steam. What he was

referring to was quite true, though.

After Toby Drake and his adopted family unceremoniously vanished, evading

being captured by a large number of government and law enforcement

agencies, any information on the identities and abilities of the

'anomalies', as they were officially designated, was heavily suppressed

and classified. The events that precipitated the inevitable exodus were

quietly denied to have ever occurred, and were conveniently explained as

natural disasters where denial failed.

As is the nature of top secret information, regardless of the level of

protection guarding its release, a comprehensive account of the Toby

Drake saga was leaked onto the internet, and everybody that wished to

know what actually happened could access it where and whenever they

wanted, if they knew where to look. So while Toby's story wasn't well

known or widespread, a large number of people had knowledge the

governments of the world most certainly did not want them to have. And

the nature of forbidden knowledge is that, once known, it becomes like a

virus and allows to be spread.

News travels fast in Hogwarts, after all, and when magic is involved

there tends to be a significant amount of supernatural influence in said

news being spread.

"I've got to call Jake and see if he's ok, then I think we should get

some sleep. There's no use delaying the inevitable. Let's not borrow

drama. Worrying about something before it happens just means you suffer

twice." Tom hoped he could heed his own words, bringing up Jake's number

on his phone. Pressing dial, he waited for the phone to connect.

"Sorry, the number you have called has been disconnected. Please check

the number and try again." Tom's stomach sank.

"Umm, Jake's phone is disconnected. Maybe I should go back to my unit and

check on him..."

"Dude, are you sure? It could be a trap, or he might have just run out of

battery..." said Seb, trying not to panic at the idea of Tom leaving his

apartment. "It's 12:30 anyway, he's probably asleep.. and the voice did

say it's coming 'tomorrow', technically it's tomorrow now."

At that moment Tom's phone rang, startling them. "It's Jake! But how? I

only called, like, 30 seconds ago.."

"Answer it, there's only one way to find out what's happening!" cried

Seb. When Tom pressed the button to answer the call, a screeching sound

filled the room, bringing both boys to their knees.

"Hey Tommy, it's a shame you didn't make it home tonight, I've got some

friends here that are really looking forward to meeting you." Jake's

voice boomed out of the speaker, mixing with the screeching to give the

feeling of nails on a chalkboard. Seb and Tom grit their teeth while

trying to block out the grating sounds. "After all these years Tommy,

you'd think you'd know when I need you to come home, but apparently

you're too busy with your new Witch slut. That's why I'm glad I met these

friends of mine. Together we're going to eradicate you freaks and save

the world from your evil. I'm just sorry I couldn't do it myself, but my

job was to make sure you didn't meet that Black cunt. Aww well, at least

now we can kill two birds with one stone. Now don't you boys move, we'll

be there very soon." And with that Jake hung up. Seb looked at Tom,

concerned for his lover. Tom looked ready to collapse in on himself,

tears just barely being held back.

"But... How, when? I've known Jake for most of my life, how could he..."

Sebastyn tried to calm Tom down, get his mind on the urgency of the

situation. It wasn't an easy job, and Seb wanted to scream and rage,

himself, but logic won out. He calmly soothed, "Ok love, we've got to go,

they're not far away and they're coming now. I know he was your friend

bu-"

"HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! FOR 15 YEARS I'VE HELPED HIM THROUGH WHATEVER HE

NEEDED, NEVER ASKING FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN, AND THIS IS WHAT HE FUCKING

DOES TO ME!!" Tom screamed, and bright tendrils of power crackled off of

him, smashing glasses and windows. The shockwave from his outburst

reverberated around the room, only stopping it's destructive path when it

hit Seb. Seb could feel the potent magical force sink into his body,

pulse through his veins like a drug. He quickly and instinctively went to

Tom and hugged him close, feeling Tom's uncontrolled despair and raw

power balancing with his own, a raging tempest meeting a calm ocean. When

their errant magic was contained, their heads were clear enough to

register the immediate problem of getting as far away from Jake and,

presumably, the agents from their shared vision.

Their problem was solved quickly, albeit in an unusual way. Tom's magical

tantrum had blown part of the front wall out, giving them direct access

to the front of the building. As Seb only lived on the 3rd floor, they

easily made it onto the street. Tom turned back to check that they

weren't being followed, and not seeing anyone tailing them, breathed a

sigh of relief. His relief was short lived, however, as he remembered the

scale of their predicament.

"No, I know that look. We're free and safe right now, and that's the main

thing. What was it you said? Don't borrow drama? Your energy is better

spent finding a place to hide, then fucking me deep and hard until you're

cumming dry." Seb quipped, the shit eating grin on his face plainly

visible even in the darkness of the street.

"How dare you use my own spells against me, Black! You'll pay for that!"

Tom shot back, trying in vain to stifle his own smirk.

"Bring it on Daryk. I can take you, easy."

Their banter continued on into the early morning, the only signs of the

immense danger they were in being the furtive glances into the shifting

shadows around them.

At approximately 5:30am they were met with what would be a significant

2 - Tomas Daryk

Tom woke up screaming and crying, a sure sign that he'd had a painful

premonition. Lying in bed, he tried to catch his breath. He sat up, shook

his head to clear the final aches of fear from his dream, and swiftly got

out of bed. When he swiped his phone up from the bedside table and read

the screen, he saw that the time was 5:30am and he had 2 missed calls and

3 text messages from Jake. He ignored them for now, his mind processing

and analysing the events he had just experienced.

He knew what he had to do, and ignoring his lack of pants, he headed

straight to his apartment's basement car park. Again. Kind of.

Once there, he went to the massive

gas reservoir in a dark corner of the large underground structure and

found the loose connection that would be the catalyst for his horrible

vision. He sealed it with repairing and protection spells, as well as a

disillusionment ward and strengthening charms to keep people away and

bolster the building's foundations. He may have stopped the gas leak, but

the earthquake was still gonna happen, so he thought it best to be

thorough.

Tom was about to go back up to his unit when he saw him. It was the guy

that he saw in his dream, the one he had noticed looking for a lighter

or something to have a smoke. 'He must have been the one who ignited the

gas' Tom thought, 'Fuck, poor bloke. He's fucking hot though!' That last

bit he might have spoken aloud, as the beautiful dude was now walking

determinedly in Tom's direction.

Also, he was quite spectacularly shirtless.

Lightly muscled chest, with a smooth swimmer's build and well defined

abs, the dude, let's call him Hot Guy, was close enough now that Tom

could see his pyjama pants were also hanging quite low, barely

constraining an impressive dick. Basically, he was fucking gorgeous. He

had straight black hair that fell just below his neck which looked like

it hadn't been brushed in a month, and steel grey eyes that seemed to

peer directly into Tom's soul. He had lush, kissable lips and his golden

tan almost glowed. Tom tried not to stare, but failed miserably. Luckily,

Hot Guy spoke, giving Tom an excuse to look at the other boy without

arousing suspicion.

"I'm not entirely sure what happened last night, or if you're even gonna

know what I'm talking about, but I think I should thank you for saving my

life just now. Or yesterday. I think. Nice spellwork by the way. I

couldn't find the gas tank with a map, your wards are that good! Anyway,

as I was saying, I had this strange dream last night where I died in an

explosion, then I saw you and started following you, like, flying behind

you kind of." Here, he paused and looked up, looking confused and

adorable. "I woke up when you were taken to that house by those creepy

guys, I think you exploded or something.. it all felt so real and, umm..

you don't know what I'm going on about, do you? I'll just, um," Hot Guy

said, managing to fit his entire soliloquy into a breath and a half. He

looked down at his bare feet, looking miserable.

Tom had only just processed what was said when the other boy started to

walk away.

"WAIT! Umm, sorry, just wait a minute while I try make sense of all

that.. You had the same dream as me? You saw me get arrested and

everything?" Said Tom, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"Well, more kidnapped than arrested, but yeah, I saw the whole thing. Was

I seeing the future? Is all that going to happen now?" Hot Guy asked

frantically. Tom was silent for a full minute before he replied, sounding

a bit shaky.

"What we saw was a possible future, a situation likely to happen if

certain variables exist or events occur. I've stopped the explosion from

happening by fixing the gas line, so the events that occurred after or

because of the blast can't happen the same way because the blast won't

have happened."

"But why did I see it all too? I get that you had the vision so you're

able to change it, but what does that have to do with me?" Tom was

wondering the same thing, but had a theory about it already.

"Perhaps there's a reason why your knowing about my powers is important,

or it's important for us to meet this way. Maybe you have a specific role

to play in whatever this is. This is the first time my visions have been

so extensive, I usually just see which roads to avoid when I'm

driving, not an epic action movie.." Tom guessed, which was met with a

soft giggle.

"Maybe the universe is trying to set us up, and thought I'd be turned on

by your magic powers.." Hot Guy said, shyly watching his feet again and

blushing slightly. "Because I kind of am, you know.. turned on by you that is.." he trailed off nervously. Tom had to take a moment to blink and register the words, before he broke into a blinding grin.

"Oh, well, umm, good then. I mean.. I'm attracted to you too.. and I think maybe I'm meant to protect you, or we're meant to protect each other, now that we know a bit about what to expect. So, I don't think we should stray very far from each other, at least until we're not in danger..." said Tom, gauging his companion's reaction.

"So, I've gotta make sure to keep you away from supernatural cops and

creepy mansions, and you've gotta make sure I don't blow up any apartment

buildings. Simple. By the way, if we're going to be each other's security

detail, maybe we should know each other's names. I'm Sebastyn Black, call

me Seb." Seb said, holding out his hand to shake.

Tom grasped it firmly, "Tomas Daryk, great to meet you," he replied with a wink. "Please call me Tom, Tomas makes me sound like that guy from Maze Runner."

Seb laughed and flung an arm over Tom's shoulder, pulling him in close to

his warm, bare torso. Tom almost came in his pants, which just made Seb

laugh harder. Tom's mild embarrassment did nothing to curb his growing

erection, his full 8 inches forming an obvious tent in his tight briefs.

His undies were pushed away by his hard dick, giving Seb a perfect view

of Tom's arousal. He abruptly stopped laughing and moaned at the sight.

Seb's pyjama pants were facing a similar struggle, threatening to fall

due to their own displacement. Seizing the moment, Sebastian suggested

they go back to his flat to... talk more, and they were both soon

stumbling into Seb's messy living room attached at the lips. The pulled

apart only long enough to rid Tom of his shirt before reattaching.

Tom moaned as Seb began kissing and licking down his neck, his dick

throbbing in warning. He continued down over his nipples, sucking each

one into his mouth and softly nibbling. Tom was loudly groaning his

approval, his voice breaking as he was slowly devoured. Once Seb got to

Tom's belly button, he started biting and licking, really getting into

his task. He lowered himself further and gave the head of Tom's uncut

dick a swift swipe with his tongue, collecting the precum that had

gathered there. After a few more licks, Seb took Tom's knob into his

mouth and sucked hard, making Tom's eyes roll into the back of his head.

"Oh fuck, yeah, that feels so good," Tom rasped, his breathing rapidly becoming strained. Seb reluctantly lifted his mouth off Tom's delicious cock, his molten grey eyes almost fully dilated and his voice hoarse as he claims,

"Babe, this is just foreplay, we haven't even started yet" With that said, he swallowed all 8 inches of Tom's pulsing tumescence, fitting at least 3 inches down his throat. Tom screamed, his hips jerking of their own accord as he emptied himself into Seb's mouth. Sebastian started swallowing the offered cum greedily, most of it being pumped directly down his throat.

Seb nursed Tom's softening cock, making sure he didn't miss any cum in his clean up. Tom eventually recovered enough to notice Seb's still hard dick poking out from the top of his pants. It was at least 9 inches long, and was as thick as a beer can. Tom knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.

"Take your pants off and lie on your back. I'm gonna take a test drive..." Seb obeyed immediately, lying completely naked in the middle of the bed within moments. Tom wasted no time getting as much of Seb into his mouth as possible, coating the impressive length with as much saliva as he can. Seb gasped when the last inch disappeared into Tom's mouth, seeing his lover's nose bump his pubes. When the massive dick was adequately lubricated Tom straddled Seb and took his position above his prize.

"Uh, Tom, are you sure you want to do this? It's 10 inches and no one's

ever taken all of me before.. it's just, you could get hurt..." Tom answered these concerns by pressing down on the waiting cock, slowly engulfing the circumcised head. Both boys gasped as Tom was breached, the

initial pain causing Tom to pause with just the tip inside. Slowly the

pain began to morph into pleasure as his tight passage adjusted to the

intrusion, and Tom sank down another two inches before pausing again.

"Oh fuck babe, you're so tight! Fuck, I could cum just like this, feels so good.." Seb muttered, losing himself to the sensations.

"Hold on big boy. No way am I letting you cum until you're balls deep inside me. I think I'm ready to feel your whole dick now," Tom said as he pressed down onto Seb's remaining 7 inches in one move. Tom cried out as Seb's huge cock slammed into his prostate, flooding his body with euphoric pleasure. Tom adopted a bruising tempo, rising and falling over and over, when Seb starts thrusting up to meet Tom on his down stroke. A minute or so of this pushes Tom over the edge, his cum erupting out of his dick without him even touching it. As Tom is shooting his last jet of sperm, Seb's orgasm hits and he frantically pounds into Tom as he unloads shot after shot into Tom. They stay in this position for 5 minutes, Seb still rock hard and buried in Tom. Eventually they were lucid enough to form words, Seb recovering first.

"Wow. That was amazing! I can't believe you took it all! I hope you got the energy for another round, coz I'm still hard and balls deep in you, you're still hard and impaled on me, and if I don't fuck you again at least three more times I'll.. uhh"

But Tom never found out what Seb would do, because he was already trying

to stick his tongue as far into the other boys mouth as possible. He

established a punishing rhythm, driving Seb to the edge in just a few

minutes, his own orgasm bursting out as Seb began to pump more hot spunk

into him, Seb's cock pressed hard against his prostate as Seb came. The

pulsing cock against the small bundle of nerves sent innumerable spurts

of cum to fly from Tom, his face going slack as he ejaculates heavily and

chants Seb's name as he's drained.

8 hours, 14 orgasms, and 23 positions later, Seb finally starts to

soften, falling out of Tom's well used hole. They were just drifting off to sleep when the ground shook.

Both boys were startled out of their daze.

"That's the earthquake, so what do we do now?" Seb asked breathily.

Chapter 3 - Kayl's Gift

Tom and Seb waited anxiously, expecting to feel the explosion that would kill them and all their neighbours, anticipating the split second of excruciating pain and subsequent death that would come from the blast. When that didn't happen, they stayed where they were, fearing their movement might cause the mysterious agents that arrested Tom during their shared vision to appear and apprehend him again. By about 5 o'clock, they both realised they were safe on both counts, and began to relax slowly. Seb sighed and pulled Tom close to his chest, drawing circles over his lover's belly.

"Do you think we're in the clear?" Seb asked, trepidation dripping from his words, "I mean, nothing happened after the earthquake, and there's no sign of your kidnappers. Is it over?"

Tom sat in thought for a moment, contemplating the likelihood of their terrifying vision being a one off. In his experience, these kinds of things don't just go away. He was worried that the underlying objective of whatever was behind the bizarre events of the vision was not avoided by his and Seb's efforts, and that another such attempt to capture Tom might occur.

At that moment, as if in response to his fears, a sinister voice echoed around the room, practically hissing as it spoke to Tom.

*You will never be safe Tomas Daryk, we will never stop. We will have you, Witch, and your soul's mortal equal. We will stop at nothing to possess your power, it is futile to resist us. You are one of the last wielders of Magic, one of the last to possess Kayl's Gift. Today was your final day of freedom, your final chance to know peace. Tomorrow our pursuit truly begins. Tomorrow we will claim our prize. Enjoy these final hours with your soulmate, for tomorrow will be the end of both of you.*

"What the fuck was that!?" Tom exclaimed, panic swiftly taking over him as he noticed Sebastyn's puzzled expression. "You heard that, right?"

"Heard what? I didn't hear anything." Sebastyn replied.

"That voice! It said it will never stop until it gets me, that today is my last day of freedom and it will get me tomorrow. It sounded like it knew about my vision, about my powers." Seb paled, the reality of Tom's revelation dawning on him.

"What!? So, it's not over yet? What are we going to do?" Seb cried. "What if we just stay here, wait it out and hope everything just blows over?"

"I don't think that will work. It managed to contact me here, it must know where I am." Tom paused, trying to decide whether or not to share just how much the voice seemed to know. Making up his mind, he continued, "Also, it mentioned you, called you my soulmate and said it will come for you too. I'm so sorry I brought you into this Seb, maybe if I leave now and try to get out of town, you'll be sa-"

"No. I knew what I was getting into when I went looking for you this morning. I won't let you do this alone, we're in this together. Besides, how can you possibly stand against the magical Mafia without your soulmate?" Seb grinned, stopping Tom's plea in its tracks. Tom gave Seb a tight smile, mind already focussing on another important detail.

"The voice said something about me being one of the last people that has magic, one of the few that have 'Kayl's Gift'. What could that mean?"

Seb looked pensively at the wall for a moment before bursting out, "Do you think it has something to do with Axyl and Zayk Kayl? They were Witches, weren't they?"

"Of course! That makes a lot of sense, but then again, they had full blown magic, they could conjure things and manipulate matter. And their power was transferrable. Toby Drake and Dylin Malfoy became Witches too, after they bonded with the Kayl twins. I don't see you conjuring anything or blasting holes in walls..." Tom trailed off, a bemused grimace on his face.

"Yeah, but I shared your vision, maybe you imprinted on me when you saw me before the gas tank exploded. Or maybe your gift is different, more mental than physical, and it's transferred in a more subtle way..." Seb argued, "Because Toby and Axyl were obviously soulmates, and apparently the disembodied voice you just heard thinks we're soulmates too. Maybe in our case the magic is transferred less obviously because of the mental nature of your powers.

"I mean, there's so little we actually know about what happened with the whole Toby Drake incident, so we're really just running blind with all this." Seb visibly deflated, having run out of steam. What he was referring to was quite true, though.

After Toby Drake and his adopted family unceremoniously vanished, evading being captured by a large number of government and law enforcement agencies, any information on the identities and abilities of the 'anomalies', as they were officially designated, was heavily suppressed and classified. The events that precipitated the inevitable exodus were quietly denied to have ever occurred, and were conveniently explained as natural disasters where denial failed.

As is the nature of top secret information, regardless of the level of protection guarding its release, a comprehensive account of the Toby Drake saga was leaked onto the internet, and everybody that wished to know what actually happened could access it where and whenever they wanted, if they knew where to look. So while Toby's story wasn't well known or widespread, a large number of people had knowledge the governments of the world most certainly did not want them to have. And the nature of forbidden knowledge is that, once known, it becomes like a virus and allows to be spread.

News travels fast in Hogwarts, after all, and when magic is involved there tends to be a significant amount of supernatural influence in said news being spread.

"I've got to call Jake and see if he's ok, then I think we should get some sleep. There's no use delaying the inevitable. Let's not borrow drama. Worrying about something before it happens just means you suffer twice." Tom hoped he could heed his own words, bringing up Jake's number on his phone. Pressing dial, he waited for the phone to connect.

"Sorry, the number you have called has been disconnected. Please check the number and try again." Tom's stomach sank.

"Umm, Jake's phone is disconnected. Maybe I should go back to my unit and check on him..."

"Dude, are you sure? It could be a trap, or he might have just run out of battery..." said Seb, trying not to panic at the idea of Tom leaving his apartment. "It's 12:30 anyway, he's probably asleep.. and the voice did say it's coming 'tomorrow', technically it's tomorrow now."

At that moment Tom's phone rang, startling them. "It's Jake! But how? I only called, like, 30 seconds ago.."

"Answer it, there's only one way to find out what's happening!" cried Seb. When Tom pressed the button to answer the call, a screeching sound filled the room, bringing both boys to their knees.

"Hey Tommy, it's a shame you didn't make it home tonight, I've got some friends here that are really looking forward to meeting you." Jake's voice boomed out of the speaker, mixing with the screeching to give the feeling of nails on a chalkboard. Seb and Tom grit their teeth while trying to block out the grating sounds. "After all these years Tommy, you'd think you'd know when I need you to come home, but apparently you're too busy with your new Witch slut. That's why I'm glad I met these friends of mine. Together we're going to eradicate you freaks and save the world from your evil. I'm just sorry I couldn't do it myself, but my job was to make sure you didn't meet that Black cunt. Aww well, at least now we can kill two birds with one stone. Now don't you boys move, we'll be there very soon." And with that Jake hung up. Seb looked at Tom, concerned for his lover. Tom looked ready to collapse in on himself, tears just barely being held back.

"But... How, when? I've known Jake for most of my life, how could he..."

Sebastyn tried to calm Tom down, get his mind on the urgency of the situation. It wasn't an easy job, and Seb wanted to scream and rage, himself, but logic won out. He calmly soothed, "Ok love, we've got to go, they're not far away and they're coming now. I know he was your friend bu-"

"HE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! FOR 15 YEARS I'VE HELPED HIM THROUGH WHATEVER HE NEEDED, NEVER ASKING FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN, AND THIS IS WHAT HE FUCKING DOES TO ME!!" Tom screamed, and bright tendrils of power crackled off of him, smashing glasses and windows. The shockwave from his outburst reverberated around the room, only stopping it's destructive path when it hit Seb. Seb could feel the potent magical force sink into his body, pulse through his veins like a drug. He quickly and instinctively went to Tom and hugged him close, feeling Tom's uncontrolled despair and raw power balancing with his own, a raging tempest meeting a calm ocean. When their errant magic was contained, their heads were clear enough to register the immediate problem of getting as far away from Jake and, presumably, the agents from their shared vision.

Their problem was solved quickly, albeit in an unusual way. Tom's magical tantrum had blown part of the front wall out, giving them direct access to the front of the building. As Seb only lived on the 3rd floor, they easily made it onto the street. Tom turned back to check that they weren't being followed, and not seeing anyone tailing them, breathed a sigh of relief. His relief was short lived, however, as he remembered the scale of their predicament.

"No, I know that look. We're free and safe right now, and that's the main thing. What was it you said? Don't borrow drama? Your energy is better spent finding a place to hide, then fucking me deep and hard until you're cumming dry." Seb quipped, the shit eating grin on his face plainly visible even in the darkness of the street.

"How dare you use my own spells against me, Black! You'll pay for that!" Tom shot back, trying in vain to stifle his own smirk.

"Bring it on Daryk. I can take you, easy."

Their banter continued on into the early morning, the only signs of the immense danger they were in being the furtive glances into the shifting shadows around them.

Chapter 2 - Tomas Daryk

Tom woke up screaming and crying, a sure sign that he'd had a painful premonition. Lying in bed, he tried to catch his breath. He sat up, shook his head to clear the final aches of fear from his dream, and swiftly got out of bed. When he swiped his phone up from the bedside table and read the screen, he saw that the time was 5:30am and he had 2 missed calls and 3 text messages from Jake. He ignored them for now, his mind processing and analysing the events he had just experienced.

He knew what he had to do, and ignoring his lack of pants, he headed straight to his apartment's basement car park. Again. Kind of.

Once there, he went to the massive gas reservoir in a dark corner of the large underground structure and found the loose connection that would be the catalyst for his horrible vision. He sealed it with repairing and protection spells, as well as a disillusionment ward and strengthening charms to keep people away and bolster the building's foundations. He may have stopped the gas leak, but the earthquake was still gonna happen, so he thought it best to be thorough.

Tom was about to go back up to his unit when he saw him. It was the guy that he saw in his dream, the one he had noticed looking for a lighter or something to have a smoke. 'He must have been the one who ignited the gas' Tom thought, 'Fuck, poor bloke. He's fucking hot though!' That last bit he might have spoken aloud, as the beautiful dude was now walking determinedly in Tom's direction.

Also, he was quite spectacularly shirtless.

Lightly muscled chest, with a smooth swimmer's build and we'll defined abs, the dude, let's call him Hot Guy, was close enough now that Tom could see his pyjama pants were also hanging quite low, barely constraining an impressive dick. Basically, he was fucking gorgeous. He had straight black hair that fell just below his neck which looked like it hadn't been brushed in a month, and steel grey eyes that seemed to peer directly into Tom's soul. He had lush, kissable lips and his golden tan almost glowed. Tom tried not to stare, but failed miserably. Luckily, Hot Guy spoke, giving Tom an excuse to look at the other boy without arousing suspicion.

"I'm not entirely sure what happened last night, or if you're even gonna know what I'm talking about, but I think I should thank you for saving my life just now. Or yesterday. I think. Nice spellwork by the way. I couldn't find the gas tank with a map, your wards are that good! Anyway, as I was saying, I had this strange dream last night where I died in an explosion, then I saw you and started following you, like, flying behind you kind of." Here, he paused and looked up, looking confused and adorable. "I woke up when you were taken to that house by those creepy guys, I think you exploded or something.. it all felt so real and, umm.. you don't know what I'm going on about, do you? I'll just, um," Hot Guy said, managing to fit his entire soliloquy into a breath and a half. He looked down at his bare feet, looking miserable.

Tom had only just processed what was said when the other boy started to walk away.

"WAIT! Umm, sorry, just wait a minute while I try make sense of all that.. You had the same dream as me? You saw me get arrested and everything?" Said Tom, still struggling to comprehend what was happening.

"Well, more kidnapped than arrested, but yeah, I saw the whole thing. Was I seeing the future? Is all that going to happen now?" Hot Guy asked frantically. Tom was silent for a full minute before he replied, sounding a bit shaky.

"What we saw was a possible future, a situation likely to happen if certain variables exist or events occur. I've stopped the explosion from happening by fixing the gas line, so the events that occurred after or because of the blast can't happen the same way because the blast won't have happened."

"But why did I see it all too? I get that you had the vision so you're able to change it, but what does that have to do with me?" Tom was wondering the same thing, but had a theory about it already.

"Perhaps there's a reason why your knowing about my powers is important, or it's important for us to meet this way. Maybe you have a specific role to play in whatever this is. This is the first time my visions have been so been so extensive, I usually just see which roads to avoid when I'm driving, not an epic action movie.." Tom guessed, which was met with a soft giggle.

"Maybe the universe is trying to set us up, and thought I'd be turned on by your magic powers.." Hot Guy said, shyly watching his feet again and blushing slightly. "Because I kind of am, you know.. turned on by you that is.." he trailed off nervously. Tom had to take a moment to blink and register the words, before he broke into a blinding grin.

"Oh, well, umm, good then. I mean.. I'm attracted to you too.. and I think maybe I'm meant to protect you, or we're meant to protect each other, now that we know a bit about what to expect. So, I don't think we should stray very far from each other, at least until we're not in danger..." said Tom, gauging his companion's reaction.

"So, I've gotta make sure to keep you away from supernatural cops and creepy mansions, and you've gotta make sure I don't blow up any apartment buildings. Simple. By the way, if we're going to be each other's security detail, maybe we should know each other's names. I'm Sebastyn Black, call me Seb." Seb said, holding out his hand to shake.

Tom grasped it firmly, "Tomas Daryk, great to meet you," he replied with a wink. "Please call me Tom, Tomas makes me sound like that guy from Maze Runner."

Seb laughed and flung an arm over Tom's shoulder, pulling him in close to his warm, bare torso. Tom almost came in his pants, which just made Seb laugh harder. Tom's mild embarrassment did nothing to curb his growing erection, his full 8 inches forming an obvious tent in his tight briefs. His undies were pushed away by his hard dick, giving Seb a perfect view of Tom's arousal. He abruptly stopped laughing and lunged forward to capture Tom's lips in a savage kiss..

Tom moaned as Seb began kissing and licking down his neck, his dick throbbing in warning. He continued down over his nipples, sucking each one into his mouth and softly nibbling. Tom was loudly groaning his approval, his voice breaking as he was slowly devoured. Once Seb got to Tom's belly button, he started biting and licking, really getting into his task. He lowered himself further and gave the head of Tom's uncut dick a swift swipe with his tongue, collecting the precum that had gathered there. After a few more licks, Seb took Tom's knob into his mouth and sucked hard, making Tom's eyes roll into the back of his head.

"Oh fuck, yeah, that feels so good," Tom rasped, his breathing rapidly becoming strained. Seb reluctantly lifted his mouth off the delicious cock, his molten grey eyes almost fully dilated and his voice hoarse as he claims,

"Babe, this is just foreplay, we haven't even started yet" With that said, he swallowed all 8 inches of Tom's pulsing tumescence, fitting at least 3 inches down his throat. Tom screamed, his hips jerking of their own accord as he emptied himself into Seb's mouth. Sebastian started swallowing the offered cum greedily, most of it being pumped directly down his throat.

Seb nursed Tom's softening cock, making sure he didn't miss any cum in his clean up. Tom eventually recovered enough to notice Seb's still hard dick poking out from the top of his pants. It was at least 9 inches long, and was as thick as a beer can. Tom knew exactly what he wanted to do with it.,

"Take your pants off and lie on your back. I'm gonna take a test drive..." Seb obeyed immediately, lying completely naked in the middle of the bed within moments. Tom wasted no time getting as much of Seb into his mouth as possible, coating the impressive length with as much saliva as he could. Seb gasped when the last inch disappeared into Tom's mouth, seeing his lover's nose bump his pubes. When the massive dick was adequately lubricated Tom straddled Seb and took his position above his prize.

"Uh, Tom, are you sure you want to do this? It's 10 inches and no one's ever taken all of me before.. it's just, you could get hurt..." Tom answered these concerns by pressing down on the waiting cock, slowly engulfing the circumcised head. Both boys gasped as Tom was breached, the initial pain causing Tom to pause with just the tip inside. Slowly, the pain began to morph into pleasure, his tight passage adjusting to the intrusion, and Tom sank down another two inches before pausing again.

"Oh fuck babe, you're so tight! Fuck, I could cum just like this, feels so good.." Seb muttered, losing himself to the sensations.

"Hold on big boy. No way am I letting you cum until you're balls deep inside me. I think I'm ready to feel your whole dick now," Tom said as he pressed down onto Seb's remaining 7 inches in one move, Tom cried out as Seb's huge cock slammed into his prostate, flooding his body with euphoric pleasure. Tom had adopted a bruising tempo, rising and falling over and over, when Seb starts thrusting up to meet Tom on his down stroke. A minute or so of this pushes Tom over the edge, his cum erupting out of his dick without him even touching it. As Tom is shooting his last jet of sperm, Seb's orgasm hits and he frantically pounds into Tom as he unloads shot after shot into Tom. They stay in this position for 5 minutes, Seb still rock hard and buried in Tom. Eventually they were lucid enough to form words, Seb recovering first.

"Wow. That was amazing! I can't believe you took it all! I hope you've got the energy for another round, coz I'm still hard and balls deep in you, you're still hard and impaled on me, and if I don't fuck you again at least three more times I'll.. uhh",

But Tom never found out what Seb would do, because he was already trying to stick his tongue as far into the other boys mouth as possible. He established a punishing rhythm, driving Seb to the edge in just few minutes, his own orgasm bursting out as Seb began to pump more hot spunk into him, Seb's cock pressed hard against his prostate as Seb came. The pulsing cock against the small bundle of nerves sent innumerable spurts of cum to fly from Tom, his face going slack as he ejaculated heavily and chants Seb's name as he's drained.

8 hours, 14 orgasms, and 23 positions later, Seb finally starts to soften, falling out of Tom's well used hole. They were just drifting off to sleep when the ground shook.

Chapter 1 - Premonition

Tom had come to the realisation that he really shouldn't be there slowly, the thought forming in the back of his head sluggishly as if it was reluctant to exist. He began to experience a gradually rising sense of urgency, a gut feeling of imminent danger. But when he'd finally comprehended what his gut was telling him, his reaction was instant. He immediately got to his feet and ran for the door of his 3rd floor apartment that he shared with his best friend Jake, ignoring his messy blonde hair reflected in his bedroom mirror and stopping only to grab a pair of pants.

Thankfully, he didn't see Jake as he quickly made his way to the door that would lead to the hallway, panting heavily and sweating. As he escaped the apartment, he saw that there were a few people in the corridor, walking to or from their homes, but Tom ignored them completely, his focus aimed solely on the elevator about 100 metres away. He just had to get out of there, he knew he wouldn't be safe if he remained.

Tom made it to the basement carpark, seeing that Jake's car wasn't there.

"Strange, I thought Jake was home. Must have gone to the shop or something," Tom muttered to himself, a nervous habit he often reverted to when stressed. He spotted a guy near his car, looking like he was trying to find a place to smoke. Fumbling with his keys, Tom tried to remote unlock his car, struggling for a moment before he heard the 'blip blip' of it unlocking. He hurried into the driver's seat of his green Holden Cruze, pulled his seatbelt on, and started the engine, all in a near panic. He wasn't sure what was frightening him more; the feeling of impending doom that was causing him to flee, or not knowing why he was fleeing in the first place.

He exited the carpark in record time, and turned left onto the street. His green eyes darted left and right as he started driving away from his home, scanning his surroundings for anything that could explain his ominous feeling. He flicked the radio on, catching the last chords of some insipid pop song he hated. Thankfully the next song was better, and Tom started to sing the lyrics loud enough to not hear the booming sound of a distant explosion behind him. The song finished, and was followed by a few ads selling hair loss treatments and floor tiles. One of the DJs started to jabber on about their kids, before they segued to the news report.

"In breaking news, an apartment building in South Bank has exploded, killing at least 200 people and injuring hundreds more, in a bizarre chain of events that led to this horrible tragedy. At approximately 3:52 this afternoon an earthquake measuring 5.7 on the Richter scale was recorded in the neighbouring suburb of Milton, shaking the ground in suburbs within a 5 kilometre radius. Earthquakes are a rare occurrence in this part of the world and this one caused a significant amount of initial damage, but the consequences, it seemed, were far greater than some cracked windows and collapsed walls. The earthquake apparently forced the Riverview apartment building to move in its foundations slightly, which dislodged the gas pipes in the basement. Police say that somebody must have lit a cigarette close to the leak, causing the catastrophic blast. The explosion destroyed all 7 floors of the unit block, killing everyone inside. The -"

Tom turned the radio off abruptly, almost violently, as he did an illegal U turn and sped directly back to where he had been not 10 minutes ago. He pulled out his phone while manoeuvring through traffic, and pressed speed-dial to call Jake's number. Tom began to panic in earnest when it went straight to voicemail.

"Fuck, shit, fuck." Tom swore, struggling to remember whether Jake was home or not, "I hope he wasn't home, I didn't see him. His car wasn't in the carpark when I got there, was it? Fuck, why isn't he answering his -" he stopped rambling abruptly as his phone began to vibrate. The caller ID read 'Unknown', but Tom answered anyway, hoping it was Jake.

"Hello? Tommy? Are you ok? I just heard the news! I'm calling from a pay phone, coz I think I left mine in the flat.." Jake was the only person that can call Tom 'Tommy'. Not even his parents could call him that. He secretly hated it, but Tom had never been more grateful to hear his best mate's voice, having to swerve to avoid mounting the footpath.

"Jake! Thank fuck you're alright! I just left about 15 minutes ago, I'm heading back now to -"

"NO! Don't go back! I just came from there and it's swarming with guys in suits, they've blocked off the whole area. They pulled me up and asked if I knew you. I think they're Feds, I swear." Jake exclaimed, seeming far too excited considering the circumstances. Just as Tom was processing this information, he heard sirens and saw red and blue lights flashing in his rearview mirror. Daring a look, he saw that the lights were coming from a black SUV behind him, and he indicated in order to make way for it to overtake him. As he pulled up next to the sidewalk, the other vehicle pulled in behind him, and two officers dressed completely in black darted out of the front seats, heading directly for Tom. The only way to tell them apart was their eyes, one officer's being bright yellow, the other's an eerie blood red.

"Get out of the car and place your hands on your head! Move!"Officer Red-eyes screamed, approaching Tom's car from the driver's side. When he reached the car, he wrenched open the door and roughly dragged Tom's slim body onto the ground and proceeded to handcuff him.

Then, Officer Yellow-eyes started to speak, his voice much calmer and his demeanour less hostile. "You are being detained for questioning in regards to the incident that occurred today at the Riverview apartment building. Do exactly as you're told and this won't take long. Please accompany us to our vehicle so we can take you to the station."

To say the least, Tom was confused, and attempted to plead his innocence in causing the explosion, but it fell on deaf ears as he was thrown into the back of the SUV. He had to buckle his seatbelt quickly, because as soon as the officers were seated in the front, the car teared out of park and started speeding up the street, presumably in the direction of the police station.

After passing at least three stations at high speed, Tom began to doubt that he'd been arrested by any kind of traditional law enforcement agency. This, however, didn't seem to worry Tom, a strange calm washing over him as he contemplated the situation.

After driving for about half an hour, Red-eyes, who was sitting in the passengers seat, turned to Tom and growled, "Bet you wish you'd seen this coming too, don't ya?", sneering cruelly and chuckling. "Haha, I bet you thought you'd gotten lucky, dodged a bullet, but we know you cheated back there, and you're gonna wish you'd ignored that little gut feeling you got." Tom just smiled serenely at the man, eyes glazed over. Internally, Tom asked panicked questions, dozens constantly darting around in his mind ; 'How do they know about my visions? What are they going to do to me?' Who are these people and where are they taking me?' But on the outside he was the picture of calm and collected.

"Fuck Joe, are you Tranq-jinxing him? I want to see him cry, and he won't while you've got him hooked up"

"We don't know all of what he can do yet, we don't want him going nuclear before we get to HQ" Yellow-eyes replied, glancing back to see Tom sitting peacefully, seemingly oblivious to the conversation. "You can have your fun with him as soon as he's done in Processing."

Subconsciously, Tom was screaming, trying to claw his way out of the fog his mind was in, struggling to make sense of exactly what was happening. But, as he was inexperienced in defending against mind altering magic, he couldn't overcome the effects and continued to remain placid and docile.

Eventually they arrived at a long driveway leading to a large, ominous black gate that opened upon their approach. A huge grey manor loomed in front of them, outside of which the car stooped. Both officers got out of the car, and Red-eyes again ripped Tom from his seat and began marching him up to the Mahogany front door. Yellow-eyes -Joe - walked up from behind and knocked on the door twice.

As the door seemingly opened by itself and Tom was pushed over the threshold, he was overcome with a strong feeling of 'wrong', and he felt a rush of energy burst from within himself.

He heard the explosion, felt the flames, then felt nothing.

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