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Deep For Shallow Day 6
VI: The Forgiven's

Artemi laid curled up in my sheets with one of my T-shirts on. I could tell he wasn't sleep, but he laid with his eyes closed; breathing softly. I climbed in the bed after examining my face in the mirror. I couldn't find anything that could strike so much fear into Leon. Hopefully, I won't get angry like that again and be forced to find out.

"Al?" Artemi mumbled when I crawled into the sheets beside him.

"Yeah?" I replied, pulling the sheets up that fell off his shoulders. He shivered a bit and snuggled against my chest. His face pressed against my arm and his emotions poured into me, just like Royce's bodily activity did that time. His heart swelled with joy for some reason and he seemed to find closure when he laid against me. I have to admit, this was the coolest thing ever, but it also made me sad that I was taking advantage of people when they touched me. I wonder, if Leon would have touched my hand, maybe I would find out what startled him...

"Are you mad at me, Al?" Artemi murmured into my shirt.

"Mad? Why would I be mad at you?"

"I sped up your transformation. I hurt you."

"No, I was fine. I didn't feel anything. In a way, I'm kinda glad that you did bite me. I didn't have to go through the rampages Royce talked about."

"Heh, you're welcome, I guess."

His emotions settled a bit and his arms circled my body. He was extremely happy, and in more ways than one. "Al, you have an ability, too. Right?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"You can read my body, right?"

"...Yeah. I can."

"I'm not ashamed of it, you know. I really like you, Al."

"W-What? You like me?"

"I'm speaking English, aren't I? Heh-heh-heh, you're so nice and you don't hurt me, like some of the other guys do... You saved me, twice, and I'm really grateful for that. You're like my hero, Al." Artemi stroked my chest and my body surely reacted.

"Artemi, I-"

"You want Royce, right? He's doing you wrong, you know. He's only hates you because he thought two bites would interfere with the manifestation of an ability. He can read minds, like you-know-who, and you can read bodies. That's similar, but yours is way more accurate. A person can be thinking a lie, but you can feel when they're lying. The abilities are perfect for each other."

"And that's his reason for hating me? That really makes no sense..."

"I'm not selfish like Royce, Al. If you want to know my ability, I can tell you. Or show you. Whichever you prefer."

I looked down at Artemi. His warm, green eyes watched his finger make circles on my breastbone. My skin tingled like static with every rotation. "What do you say?" He asked without meeting my eyes. I was hot at this point, and whatever his ability was, I hoped it eased sexual urges.

"Try me." I sighed. Artemi laughed and climbed up to my face. He wrapped his legs around me and stared into my eyes. The green iris' spun, slowly increasing speed. Artemi's chuckle circled my head, like the laugh of a creepy nightmare. It was startling, as well as seductive. "Artemi?"

"Shh... You're alright, Al. I promise you nothing less than pleasure." He whispered and kissed my lips. I grabbed his hips as he sucked on my lips with strong passion. There was some sort of impulse, as if my ability was being radiated by his touch. However, I could no longer read him, and this was the least of my worries. My main one knocked against my pants' drawstrings; restlessly. "That's strange. It took longer to get you excited than anyone else."

"So, you purposely seduced Leon, earlier?" I asked, as his lips moved down to my neck.

"No, he seduced himself using me. If someone stares straight into my eyes and watches the swirl for at least five seconds, that person automatically becomes seduced. He made me do it." That ability is both good and bad in numerous ways, but I guess that's just something he'll have to live with.

"Woah... And are you purposely seducing me, now?"

"Of course, silly. Heh-heh-heh!" I flipped Artemi onto his back, as I had done Royce when he seduced me. I ripped the t-shirt I gave him over his head, and his small, pale, naked body winked at me as he squirmed under the moonlight shone through my window. "Don't stare, Al. You're embarrassing me." Artemi whined, covering his bright cheeks and crossing his thigh over his erection.

I ripped my shirt off and glared down at the boy. "Embarrassing you? I doubt that's what you should be worrying about, right now. Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked, dryly. Repeating Sir Clemente's words.

"Hmm, should I be worrying about something? Besides that monster you have between your legs?" So he knows. Hopefully he won't freak out like Royce did when he realized how big I was. I grabbed Artemi's thighs and raised them together. He shivered and his brows rose- in worry.

"Somebody looks a little nervous..." I sung, slidding my tongue up his anus.

"Ngh! Who isn't at least a bit nervous at the start? Besides, I'm really sensitive 'cause I'm so turned on." Artemi whispered, stroking himself.

"You are, huh? How's this?" I sat up and pushed myself in his tiny ass and his head dove into my pillow. "Oh? You liked that?" I shoved deep into his anus and his head shot back up.

"Ahh-AHHH! Uhn, Al...?" Artemi whimpered opening his legs. His pitiful eyes stared up at me and began to swirl faster than they did the first time. My organ throbbed in his recess. My excitement level increased drastically. My body was no longer in my control.

I think two hours was our limit tonight. Artemi's small lungs caused his breathing patterns to fluctuate and that made me a little nervous. Was I too rough with him? Maybe I should have limited myself to only an hour. Before I could ask Artemi if he was alright, someone else did it for me.

"How do you feel, young Artemi? Do you have enough energy to attend tonight's meeting? I will try to make it quick so you two can rest, okay?" Sir Clemente stood against my bedroom door and his eyes appeared to be glowing in a white, smoky aurora.

"I-I-I'm fine, Father. We'll be there in a minute." Artemi stuttered, too stunned to even look at the man.

"Alright. It is fine. We are in the dining room." After that, he was gone. Both of us were too scared to move at first. Then, we burst from each other and scrambled to find some clothes. We raced down to the dining room, hoping that we weren't going to be the last ones to arrive. Luckily, we were one of the first, therefore we didn't appear suspicious at all.

When everyone presented themselves, the light chatter ceased and the room was eerily loud from silence. Sir Clemente glanced at all of us slowly before beginning the meeting. "So, now that we are all here," he winked at me. "I would like to introduce you all to a continuing mission being forced upon us."

"More newborns?" One of the girls; Sammy, sighed, palming her cheek. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Sadly. However, this mission will be a little more tricky. Besides destroying the relentless newborns, I would like all of you to infiltrate a science lab where the newborns are believed to be raised. It is in a town with an approximate population of six thousand called Freedom in California, close by Watsonville Municipal Airport. With that said, the jet for pick-up will be here tomorrow around evening." The teens murmured with excitement when we found out we were going to Cali. What were these missions like, is what I wanted to know, and how dangerous were they? "Now that the intro is out of the way, I want each of you to look across the table to the person seated in front of you." The teen in front of me was Lazy Troy. The short-tempered, laid back Korean with the horrible sleeping habits. He wore his LA Fitted a quarter from the back of his head, his gorgeous desert-folds were closed, and his thick, pink lips pouted as he drifted in and out of sleep.

"Troy..." I called to him. His head almost hit the table when sleep finally took over. "Troy!" I repeated, slamming my hands on the table. He leaped up just in time and wiped non-existing drool off his face.

"Yeah, newborns. Got it." He mumbled, lifting his hat and running his pale fingers through his hair.

"The person you are looking at is the life you are responsible for during this mission. Learn each other's techniques and discover a resonance between your fighting skills. The training facilities are always open. I will be in my room if anyone needs me." Sir Clemente vanished into smoke after his speech and left us mumbling among ourselves, again. I'm truly upset with how abrupt he just was. Does he not remember I am unexperienced?

"So, newbie. Looks like you was blessed with me training you. You couldn't be any luckier." Okay, first off, luckier isn't even a word, and secondly, this was the most lazy guy I've ever met in all my years. Is he serious?

"So lucky, Al. He just gave you our best strategist." Amy said as she walked by us. Really...? Are you freaking kidding me?

"Why do ya look so gloomy? *yawn* Don't believe I can fight?" Troy sighed, turning to watch the crowd disappear out of the living room.

"Honestly? Nope." I replied, remaining in my seat. Troy approached me and looked me dead in my face. His iris almost appeared to be the same color as his black pupils.

"Why don't we join the others in the gym and find out?" He whispered, grinning in my face. I smirked and quickly stood.

"What are we waiting for?" I replied, my face inches from his.

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Deep For Shallow Day 6
VI: The Forgiven's

Artemi laid curled up in my sheets with one of my T-shirts on. I could tell he wasn't sleep, but he laid with his eyes closed; breathing softly. I climbed in the bed after examining my face in the mirror. I couldn't find anything that could strike so much fear into Leon. Hopefully, I won't get angry like that again and be forced to find out.

"Al?" Artemi mumbled when I crawled into the sheets beside him.

"Yeah?" I replied, pulling the sheets up that fell off his shoulders. He shivered a bit and snuggled against my chest. His face pressed against my arm and his emotions poured into me, just like Royce's bodily activity did that time. His heart swelled with joy for some reason and he seemed to find closure when he laid against me. I have to admit, this was the coolest thing ever, but it also made me sad that I was taking advantage of people when they touched me. I wonder, if Leon would have touched my hand, maybe I would find out what startled him...

"Are you mad at me, Al?" Artemi murmured into my shirt.

"Mad? Why would I be mad at you?"

"I sped up your transformation. I hurt you."

"No, I was fine. I didn't feel anything. In a way, I'm kinda glad that you did bite me. I didn't have to go through the rampages Royce talked about."

"Heh, you're welcome, I guess."

His emotions settled a bit and his arms circled my body. He was extremely happy, and in more ways than one. "Al, you have an ability, too. Right?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"You can read my body, right?"

"...Yeah. I can."

"I'm not ashamed of it, you know. I really like you, Al."

"W-What? You like me?"

"I'm speaking English, aren't I? Heh-heh-heh, you're so nice and you don't hurt me, like some of the other guys do... You saved me, twice, and I'm really grateful for that. You're like my hero, Al." Artemi stroked my chest and my body surely reacted.

"Artemi, I-"

"You want Royce, right? He's doing you wrong, you know. He's only hates you because he thought two bites would interfere with the manifestation of an ability. He can read minds, like you-know-who, and you can read bodies. That's similar, but yours is way more accurate. A person can be thinking a lie, but you can feel when they're lying. The abilities are perfect for each other."

"And that's his reason for hating me? That really makes no sense..."

"I'm not selfish like Royce, Al. If you want to know my ability, I can tell you. Or show you. Whichever you prefer."

I looked down at Artemi. His warm, green eyes watched his finger make circles on my breastbone. My skin tingled like static with every rotation. "What do you say?" He asked without meeting my eyes. I was hot at this point, and whatever his ability was, I hoped it eased sexual urges.

"Try me." I sighed. Artemi laughed and climbed up to my face. He wrapped his legs around me and stared into my eyes. The green iris' spun, slowly increasing speed. Artemi's chuckle circled my head, like the laugh of a creepy nightmare. It was startling, as well as seductive. "Artemi?"

"Shh... You're alright, Al. I promise you nothing less than pleasure." He whispered and kissed my lips. I grabbed his hips as he sucked on my lips with strong passion. There was some sort of impulse, as if my ability was being radiated by his touch. However, I could no longer read him, and this was the least of my worries. My main one knocked against my pants' drawstrings; restlessly. "That's strange. It took longer to get you excited than anyone else."

"So, you purposely seduced Leon, earlier?" I asked, as his lips moved down to my neck.

"No, he seduced himself using me. If someone stares straight into my eyes and watches the swirl for at least five seconds, that person automatically becomes seduced. He made me do it." That ability is both good and bad in numerous ways, but I guess that's just something he'll have to live with.

"Woah... And are you purposely seducing me, now?"

"Of course, silly. Heh-heh-heh!" I flipped Artemi onto his back, as I had done Royce when he seduced me. I ripped the t-shirt I gave him over his head, and his small, pale, naked body winked at me as he squirmed under the moonlight shone through my window. "Don't stare, Al. You're embarrassing me." Artemi whined, covering his bright cheeks and crossing his thigh over his erection.

I ripped my shirt off and glared down at the boy. "Embarrassing you? I doubt that's what you should be worrying about, right now. Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked, dryly. Repeating Sir Clemente's words.

"Hmm, should I be worrying about something? Besides that monster you have between your legs?" So he knows. Hopefully he won't freak out like Royce did when he realized how big I was. I grabbed Artemi's thighs and raised them together. He shivered and his brows rose- in worry.

"Somebody looks a little nervous..." I sung, slidding my tongue up his anus.

"Ngh! Who isn't at least a bit nervous at the start? Besides, I'm really sensitive 'cause I'm so turned on." Artemi whispered, stroking himself.

"You are, huh? How's this?" I sat up and pushed myself in his tiny ass and his head dove into my pillow. "Oh? You liked that?" I shoved deep into his anus and his head shot back up.

"Ahh-AHHH! Uhn, Al...?" Artemi whimpered opening his legs. His pitiful eyes stared up at me and began to swirl faster than they did the first time. My organ throbbed in his recess. My excitement level increased drastically. My body was no longer in my control.

I think two hours was our limit tonight. Artemi's small lungs caused his breathing patterns to fluctuate and that made me a little nervous. Was I too rough with him? Maybe I should have limited myself to only an hour. Before I could ask Artemi if he was alright, someone else did it for me.

"How do you feel, young Artemi? Do you have enough energy to attend tonight's meeting? I will try to make it quick so you two can rest, okay?" Sir Clemente stood against my bedroom door and his eyes appeared to be glowing in a white, smoky aurora.

"I-I-I'm fine, Father. We'll be there in a minute." Artemi stuttered, too stunned to even look at the man.

"Alright. It is fine. We are in the dining room." After that, he was gone. Both of us were too scared to move at first. Then, we burst from each other and scrambled to find some clothes. We raced down to the dining room, hoping that we weren't going to be the last ones to arrive. Luckily, we were one of the first, therefore we didn't appear suspicious at all.

When everyone presented themselves, the light chatter ceased and the room was eerily loud from silence. Sir Clemente glanced at all of us slowly before beginning the meeting. "So, now that we are all here," he winked at me. "I would like to introduce you all to a continuing mission being forced upon us."

"More newborns?" One of the girls; Sammy, sighed, palming her cheek. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Sadly. However, this mission will be a little more tricky. Besides destroying the relentless newborns, I would like all of you to infiltrate a science lab where the newborns are believed to be raised. It is in a town with an approximate population of six thousand called Freedom in California, close by Watsonville Municipal Airport. With that said, the jet for pick-up will be here tomorrow around evening." The teens murmured with excitement when we found out we were going to Cali. What were these missions like, is what I wanted to know, and how dangerous were they? "Now that the intro is out of the way, I want each of you to look across the table to the person seated in front of you." The teen in front of me was Lazy Troy. The short-tempered, laid back Korean with the horrible sleeping habits. He wore his LA Fitted a quarter from the back of his head, his gorgeous desert-folds were closed, and his thick, pink lips pouted as he drifted in and out of sleep.

"Troy..." I called to him. His head almost hit the table when sleep finally took over. "Troy!" I repeated, slamming my hands on the table. He leaped up just in time and wiped non-existing drool off his face.

"Yeah, newborns. Got it." He mumbled, lifting his hat and running his pale fingers through his hair.

"The person you are looking at is the life you are responsible for during this mission. Learn each other's techniques and discover a resonance between your fighting skills. The training facilities are always open. I will be in my room if anyone needs me." Sir Clemente vanished into smoke after his speech and left us mumbling among ourselves, again. I'm truly upset with how abrupt he just was. Does he not remember I am unexperienced?

"So, newbie. Looks like you was blessed with me training you. You couldn't be any luckier." Okay, first off, luckier isn't even a word, and secondly, this was the most lazy guy I've ever met in all my years. Is he serious?

"So lucky, Al. He just gave you our best strategist." Amy said as she walked by us. Really...? Are you freaking kidding me?

"Why do ya look so gloomy? *yawn* Don't believe I can fight?" Troy sighed, turning to watch the crowd disappear out of the living room.

"Honestly? Nope." I replied, remaining in my seat. Troy approached me and looked me dead in my face. His iris almost appeared to be the same color as his black pupils.

"Why don't we join the others in the gym and find out?" He whispered, grinning in my face. I smirked and quickly stood.

"What are we waiting for?" I replied, my face inches from his.