"You know what I’m talking about, don’t you? You are just not accepting it," the words echoed in the cellar making Newton halt in his track. "I know who you are," Zed added, his words making a already stiffened Newton swallow in fear.

Newton turned around to face Zed, a smug look on his face. He couldn’t understand how the guy saw through his disguise.

"Who are you?" He chose to ask. No normal human or Crescian could see through his disguise unless he wanted them to.

"I am a seer," Zed simply replied.

Newton creased his brows. A seer? Didn’t those beings cease to exist, or at least he believed so, and so did many Crescians. Seers only existed in the last century when Crescia and Valoria were at peace. How comes then this guy was claiming to be one? He must be kidding, right?

But again , how else could he have seen through Newton’s guise if he was not stronger than him? That was the only applicable reason why someone could see through his disguise easily. But even so, they ought to be a stronger being. Like in the whole of Crescia, only Griffin could. So that meant he was stronger than Griffin? Impossible! But his aura, his looks, his everything spoke of nothing but greatness. Even Newton found himself attracted to this guy.

"I thought you guys never exist," he said.

"Well, I am here, a perfect testimony of our existence," Zed said, taking a step closer towards where Newton stood. He could see him stiffen as his probing gaze assessed him. A smirk formed on his lips. At this rate, Newton could not lie to him.

"Why are you disguised as the king? Where is he?" He asked walking behind a stiffened Lord Newton. He could hear his even breathing and his heart accelerate at an abnormal rate. There was something about this guy that he liked, but what it was, he still couldn’t figure it out, or admit. Was it his personality?

"I’m afraid I can’t tell you that," Newton said watching him from the corner of his eyes. What was going on in his mind? And why the hell did his heart beat this fast?

Zed eyed Newton’s rounded back as wicked thoughts ran across his mind. How would feel like to spunk... Oh shit! What was he even thinking? And this was not the Newton he had seen that day. His eyes travelled his length and settled on his silky hair. Good for him, he was seeing the real person behind this mask. How would feel like to run his fingers through his silky hair? Funny enough, women were dying to touch his long white hair while he was yearning to touch a man’s hair. How ironic!

His hand stood mid air as he contemplated on whether to touch him or not. His hand was moving now despite his mind screaming at him to stop. What the hell was he even going to do after this? That would be an unraveled mystery. And before he knew it, his hand had already taken a handful of Newton’s hair. He sniffed it and the smell reminded him of cinnamon. Strange but he liked it.

Newton had stood still letting the little silence grow between them but he could sense the guy was up to something. A touch on his hair was what happened next, but strangely, he only flinched letting him do the torture to him. God! He was already aroused by the simple action. What on earth was this guy up to?

"Turn around," came Zed’s hypnotizing voice. It did things to Newton that he couldn’t even understand, prompting him to obey every word that would come from that sweet mouth. He turned damn slowly before his eyes met with Zed’s instantly causing sparks between them. His gaze settled on Zed’s pouted lips driving wicked thoughts in his mind.

"Kiss me," he saw Zed’s lips move, driving him all sorts of crazy. And as if spellbound, he drew closer to his face, his fanning breath creeping Zed’s skin. Zed lifted his head displaying his enticing neck to him, pouring gasoline to the hell flames. And despite questioning his sanity for the nth time, Newton found his lips buried at Zed’s nook licking it as if his life depended on it. Zed’s grip on his hair completely shut his mind prompting him to suck the spot on his neck savagely, etching the taste of his skin in his mind, soul and heart. He tasted like strawberry! Funny, he thought.

Zed caught his lower lip between his teeth as he tried to suppress a moan, completely lost in the world of pleasure. Why did this feel so right yet forbidden at the same time? They say forbidden things are the sweetest! He tugged Newton’s hair, nagging him to get more closer. But how close? He was already close enough! Zed’s whole body quivered under Newton’s touch as he let him explore and torture the sweet spot on his neck. This feeling! He had never felt like this before, not even when he had spent nights with lush women. This was heaven!

Newton sucked Zed’s neck before he started trailing upwards, placing soft kisses on Zed’s cheek. His eyes landed on those inviting lips but he chose to draw back, his burning gaze looking straight into those silvery eyes that drove him crazy. He could see nothing else but hunger and thirst in them, at least for once.

"Why did you stop?" Zed asked after noticing no more kisses were being rained on his skin. He had closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling but got disappointed instead.

"I’m sorry but I have to go," Newton said and before Zed could protest, he had already made his way out of the cellar. Damn it! He cursed pacing through the hallways. What had gotten into him? He kissed a man! Thank God he didn’t kiss his lips! He berrated himself for having lost control of himself. Goddamnit! He had even lost count of the times he had cursed, so he ended up clenching his fists into tight balls.