Skyfall

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• Peridot

Chapter 4

I hate new schools; and I hated it even more that on my first day at Hopkins, I would run into the long-legged demoness, Cayenne.

"Paul! You got sent here? That's fantastic... where's Evan? Is he with you?" she hadn't really looked at me, she looked around me as if he were about to turn the corner and explode her ovaries into orgasmic oblivion with a wink, nod, gesture, smile... anything really; she looked like a trigger waiting to be touched.

"He's at East-"

"Kay, thanks." I hadn't even finished speaking; she just stalked off, her hair swishing behind her like a horse's tail.

If you're just catching on to my saga, then you should know I seem to harbour a deep distaste towards institutions that give adolescents reason to socialize. Not intentionally of course, my supposed powers are just bitchy, for lack of a better word, like that.

I'd fucked up my school for good this time, so they had diverted the student population to the nearest schools. Evan and I had been separated. Which was fine with me, I hoped. I hadn't seen 'Worth' either, not that I wanted to, he represented something dangerous and I wasn't ready to play with poison just yet.

"Are you lost?" I looked up from the obnoxiously grey flooring to see a quirky green- haired fellow in front me.

"How obvious am I?" I flashed a smile, unusually; he oozed something that felt kindred.

"Come on. Lemme see your schedule." He held a coppery hand out to me; I touched his hand, noting how my once pale skin had noticeably tanned.

"I know it out of my head. I have Math with a... Mr. Roberts?" I looked at him expectantly, as we touched; I realized I was being weird, pulled my hand back and played in my now short hair. Yes, I'd clipped it and dyed it. Black if you're wondering, my freaky powers had changed the colour, and I'm just not into explaining something I don't even understand. But who ever questions black?

"That's great. I have him too!" he was excitable, something I was completely unaccustomed to in school.

"That's great ... erm."

"Ryan." He took my hand, shook it and pulled me towards the back of the school.

"Don't you want to know my name?"

"Paul, right? I heard Cayenne."

I snorted loudly; the lockers around us rattled from a passing wind. I instantly froze up and tried to stop, drop and roll. Insecurity creeped up my spine and -

"Hey. Paul... it was just the wind." He smelled like kiwis. He hugged me suddenly, closing me into him, wrapping me in a strange passion as if he'd known me all my life and could give me the absolution I wanted.

"Yeah. Sorry. The wind... my old school... you know?" I whispered into his ears and hugged him back.

He didn't realize that I was afraid of killing him; blasting him to bits with powers that ached to be used, with or without my consent.

His short hair tickled the side of my face. "It's fine. I got ya babe."

"Babe?" my heart panged for Evan for a moment. I looked at him expectantly.

"Don't take it too seriously. I've got a boi." He looked into my eyes and I just looked at him. I pulled away slightly; he had hazel eyes. A cold sweat trickled down my back, as I could almost smell Worth.

I looked around almost spastically, Ryan grabbed me, looked at me; then held my hand. "Come on. Spaz." He whispered and pulled me along.

I didn't really take in his form before, but now, slightly behind him I could garner that he was fit. His skin seemed to flow like a golden river, coupled with his thick but loosely curled black and green hair.

I didn't know how to feel about being called a 'spaz,' even if I was acting like one. I was accustomed to being taunted but I guessed that every cup of hot water had their teabag. I was an outsider essentially. And I fucked up my last school, so I assumed that conformity could save this one.

Might I just add that Ryan had an ass like two globes wrapped in black atmosphere? I was certain now that if I stared hard enough at his shirt, I'd probably see abdominal muscles through his back or something crazy like that.

We sat in a room that essentially replicated the ones I'd destroyed. I may have smirked openly, Ryan smiled at me, winked too as we sat near the door.

At some point, I drifted off as he socialized with his classmates. I soon ignored that he had one hand wrapped across me. I refused to accept that I'd become a planet. Men kept gravitating towards me and for some reasons they were getting dangerously close, again.

I shivered slightly, shaking Ryan off me as I remembered a meteor named Logan wrecking my fucking world, killing all my little dinosaurs of happiness. I'd managed to completely compartmentalize the situation; I was more, sadly, interested in what had happened between Worth and I.

We hadn't done anything.

We'd just existed in a plane outside this one and I had had one of the most sky quaking orgasms ever.

"Babe, where you at?" was Ryan injecting himself into my life now? Was I to let him? He seemed popular. Maybe I could re-invent myself?

"Just... still in shock I guess. Y'know... being here?" I looked at him; he had pink lips that seemed rather glossy, I looked away as his tongue flicked across them.

"It's okay. I got you." He winked at me again, sitting beside me as the teacher walked into the room.

I noticed the seat beside me was empty, and maybe... just maybe, I'm psychic.

Charlie burst into the room, and guess where his ginger ass sat?

"Hey Sam! I'm so happy to see you! Who'd have thought we'd be here together?" his smile disarmed me, a bit. Strike that, immensely.

"Why are you talking to me?" I was confused; he should've been shunning me for spurning his affection.

"It's fate. Can't you see? I'm not giving up on us." He whispered with a sickle grin. I found myself grinning back at him; however, our teacher frowned.

This guy, made me miss Mr. Stewart; his math class involved little to no numbers, there was so much theory involved, it felt more like arithmetic, than math. If you understand my train of thought; which I'm sure you do, since... this is my mind.

The way the classes worked here were vastly different. Sessions went from one hour to 2 and alternated throughout the day. Two hours of this man made a twister sound pretty pleasant right about then.

My mind must have drifted in the second hour, as the sound of desks and chairs being pulled together pulled me from whatever lurid thoughts that had left me with a log bulging down the leg of my jeans. That had changed too; I was on the average side before, but now I was slightly above average.

"Is that a hard cock in your pants or are you just happy to be teaming with me?" Charlie was as observant as ever, sliding beside me. I felt a blush creeping up my neck. "Have you been tanning or something?"

"I've just been in the sun a lot lately..." I sheepishly responded as I felt Ryan slipping into the conversation from behind.

"Sun? Are you forgetting what destroyed our school?" I looked away; slightly annoyed and embarrassed that he'd been thinking quicker than I could muster a lie.

"If he's been in the sun. He's been in the sun." and there was Ryan, backing me up.

"Who are you?" and now something was happening. There was going to be a conflict and I was sweating bullets. My ass clenched tightly as I didn't want nature responding to my current frustration.

"I'm his new man." I looked at him. Trust me when I say, the clench that puckered my asshole like a baby eating the sourest lemons fell away. Muscles that were focused on keeping me an unsheathed force of energy were relaxed. Relaxed to relatively brand new; never been used and I had 12 months on the warranty. "To be, of course." Ryan smiled and weaved his hand through my hair and around my shoulder, pulling me into him.

"What?" Charlie's face was redder than his hair. I expected an explosion of rage and hostility. But he stared, holding his breath with an unreadable expression. His face growing redder and redder as if he'd eaten hot peppers

Ryan is clearly a daring young man. He'd barely known me two hours and he was pulling me back into the drama that I'd been reliving every Monday for the past few weeks. He put his hand in between my legs and grabbed at my surprisingly still hard dick.

Charlie refused to be bested and did the same. Face still red, breath still held. I was in shock and feared what may happen. I got up immediately; hoping no one had seen what had transpired between the three of us. I didn't even stop to ask for a pass or directions, I ran out of that room faster than it took either of them to realize they were now probably groping the others hand.

I needed to find the bathroom; my senses keyed into the sky and I felt it. Weird right? Almost like an echolocation type thing; the wind was guiding me to what I assumed the bathroom smelled like, what the air in there felt like. Running with my eyes closed and my nose pointed, I wasn't surprised when I came upon the Gym.

My eyes fluttered open and my head expanded. I was relying too much on my hot and cold powers; the lights started to flicker as the smell of jock brought me back to the coach's chamber.

I held myself, as the compartment I'd sealed the memories in burst forth. I clenched my head as ghosts assaulted my senses. I was still helpless; I was still tied up, immobile, paralyzed. I could still feel Logan in me, now as a demon eating me away inside out. Ensuring that how I was treated on the outside would forever stain what was within.

The world grew dimmer as I sunk to the floor; seeing the team approach me, the white walls caging me in with nightmare memories. I could taste Scott on my lips; feel his warmth on my face, in my mouth radiating deep into my core; pestering like a cancerous growth, unafraid of destruction, knowing that I'd go with it.

I was paralyzed, held captive and inactivated by something that I should've been able to change the outcome of. I should know better, right? I should know that I'm human, and to be human is to err.

But I'm not human, am I?

So I suffer. I let the crows have at me. It probably was a while before I'd realized I'd passed out.

Haunting voices and white lights are never a good sign. White lights and white walls were more worrisome.

"He's waking up." I followed the voice; blinking slowly as my vision cleared. I was in a bed; the room smelled of an obscure sterility, almost minty, like mouthwash.

"Babe."

"Don't call him that." The accent shook me like an earthquake; diving deep into my consciousness like a sinkhole.

"I..." sitting up made me incredibly dizzy; I swayed and felt his flesh on my shoulder. I was shirtless and clueless. "I don't want him in here." I gripped my head and hoped the nurse would hear.

"Stop being like that."

"Yo. Who are you?" Ryan's defensiveness over me was getting annoying and I'd only known him over an hour. I wasn't one to be fussed over, but it forced me to face the filling ambivalence. I'd be lying if I said he didn't make me feel precious.

"What are you doing here?" I looked into Evan's cerulean eyes and I felt my eyes brimming and my vision blurring once more.

"Why wouldn't I come? Why do you think I'd be away from you?" he held me and I inhaled the salty sea air of his shirt.

"Because. You know I did it..." Tears were spilling from my eyes as I held him. Ryan stood awkwardly at the side as he precariously rubbed my leg; clearly uncertain of the relationship unravelling in front of him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He laughed down at me, looking into my blurry eyes. I had missed him; so, so much.

"Why else would I have been avoiding you for so long?"

"It's just been a week. You haven't been avoiding... me-have-you?"

"It's pointless now that you didn't notice." I blubbered into his shirt.

"You're pathetic. You know that right?" he looked at me, smiling, his face betraying his words; I breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry."

"Who's this guy?" Evan never broke eye contact with me as he pointed at Ryan.

"This guy has a name." His hand tensed up on my thigh. I sighed as a platitude was coming. "It's Ryan, and I'll have you know, I'm prepared to fight for him."

"Fight for me?" I can't begin to describe the look on my face, mostly because I couldn't see it. But, I'm sure I was in shock.

"Yeah babe." His eyes were bright, an emerald green flickered through and I pulled away from him. He noticed enough to frown, but his eyes traced my reaction; his smile never faltered.

"Babe?" Evan cocked an eye; his expression held trouble. "So you want my sloppy seconds, aye?"

"Jesus Christ. You're not doing this!" lightning crackled outside, thunder hit the building like a drum sending the lights into a flickering mess. Evan seemed expectant, not even flinching. Ryan however, clung to me as if his soul had hitched itself in my knee.

I flinched, and cried harder. I looked at Evan and he held the most nonchalant and serene gaze possible.

"I hope you know that Cayenne goes here." I seethed at him, blubbering through my tears.

"Fucking hell." His eyes now rumbled with a stormy temper and I knew I'd gotten to him. I refused to believe that he didn't believe me. He had to. The proof just shook the building and he was adamant that it was nature being Captain Coincidence.

"Yeah. As I was saying. I'm prepared to fight for this itty bitty hunk." I looked at Ryan and started to laugh.

"Oh Ryan, you're trying too hard." He looked at me and blinked. "Yes. You are."

"But babe. I need to make my intentions clear and known."

"Are we in the 1700's? Are you going to trade my hand in courtship for two sheep, a pig and a herd of oxen?" he blinked again. "No."

"But-"

"So chill... I like you, a bit, but let this," I gestured between us, "develop on its own."

He sighed and turned to walk away.

"Hey. I never said you were to leave. I said to sloooow it down." I jumped out of the bed and held his hand; big mistake, as I wobbled and tried to fight the ensuing dizziness.

Ryan held my hand tightly and smiled back at me. Meanwhile, Evan seemed pensive staring off into the distance, possibly ignoring the whole conversation.

"Evan?" I called, pulling Ryan back. He blinked furtively, and then looked at me.

"What happened with you and Jillian? Where did you go?" he walked over to me, staring dead into my eyes.

Ryan had clearly sensed my discomfort, and pulled me along; leaving Evan with a concerned look on his pretty face.

"We'll talk later!" I called back. Happy that Ryan had fulfilled a purpose. I looked at the clock by the nurse noting that school only had little more than 2 hours left. I breezed past the nurse as she gave me a pass to go home.

Ryan led me out the back entrance, showing my pass to the hall attendant; something I thought didn't actually exist in the school system.

"Where ya carrying me sir?"

"To my car. They found you passed out in the gym. You're going home." We hopped into his pickup and he asked me for directions.

My sister and I aren't rich, as I think I've said before, but we're currently staying at a hotel. The electrical situation in our neighbourhood is still sketchy, at best. I'd apparently completely destroyed the grid or something. I didn't know the specifics but to be on the safe- side we've been staying at a Holiday Inn; we could've gone for any of the cheaper motels nearby. But, nope, she wants us living in some kind of luxury.

"So where are we headed babe?" his hazel eyes held me with unaccustomed adoration.

"The Holiday Inn?" I looked away from him and held myself.

"Oh. You's a rich boi?" he smiled over at me.

"Not really. My sister's just blue-blooded. Y'know living for the fame... life of luxury and whatever." I flashed my hands and looked away once more.

"Ooh. So, who was the stud back at school?"

"Evan. My bestfriend. I've been avoiding him for the past week, but he's too stubborn to notice."

"So he was joking about you being his sloppy seconds?"

"What does it matter?" an icy edge snapped through my voice and the windows iced over.

Ryan pushed on the break. My head knocked back and forth; my edge was tossed out the window as lies started bubbling their way up oesophagus.

"What the fuck!?"

"Yeah. Oh my god Ryan... Your windows!" my faux enthusiasm was pitiful.

"Yo. My windows? What the actual fuck is happening? Yo. It must be that global warming." He looked at me with the widest eyes.

"Definitely global warming," I stretched my hand across and touched him. He smiled back at me. I could see the leaves changing seasons in his mind. His thoughts were definitely moving from wondrous amazement to lustful wanting.

I wasn't up for it with him, but it'd redirect his thoughts. We kept making eye contact and I smiled at him; never realized flirting was this easy.

He started the car and kept on the way, the ice melted away as I kept up the energy draining smile. Looking at him, seeing the green glint in his hazel eyes made me flinch inwardly. I let the tremors flow inwards and I ignored the urge to cringe.

My mind was flush with too much cognitive dysfunction; I'd ignored my fainting spell. Ignored that my assault was still haunting me, screaming in the back of mind; muffling my ability to connect fully with the sky.

"I thought you said you had a boi?" I cleared my throat as I said it; I think I was trying to flirt again.

"Yeah, I was talking about you. I had to scope your fine ass out first before I'd decided that you could hit this." I very maturely looked away as he grabbed his dick.

"Aren't you bold?" I still looked away but giggled fiendishly.

"Very bold. Which is why I'm about to ask you what the fuck was up earlier?" I could feel the noticeable shift in speed as we drifted.

"Earlier?"

"Yeah, when you left me with that Charlie guy."

"Oh." The lies were corroding my insides; I could feel ulcers forming as the slot machine in my head shuffled for a jackpot answer. "I was fighting a seizure. I could feel it coming, so I ran."

"Wow. I wanted to ask, but wow. That must have been horrible?" he was so simple; I however was a sweaty mess.

"Yeah. It's horrible." By no means did I mean to lie about something serious, but my secret. It just dawned on me that I had a life-changing secret. My secret could've endangered him, as well as me.

"I thought it was me for a second. When I'd grabbed your dick, I hoped I wasn't moving too fast and scared you off." He looked down for a moment, eye totally off the road as he tried to have a moment with me.

"STARE AT THE FUCKING ROAD!" I screamed as we swerved, probably because of my scream.

He slowed down to crawl, looked at me as I blushed. For five seconds, silence became us, and then we laughed. It was too easy, this was how it had once been with Evan, and now things had changed. I had changed, he had changed.

"Oh, yeah, grabbing my dick was a bit much." I quipped and looked out the window as we started to cruise again.

"I just didn't want Charles to think he had a chance with you. I mean, did you hear the whack things he was saying?"

"Yes, he's from my old school. We've been friends for a while. About two weeks ago, I think. I sucked his dick and he proposed-"

"Proposed?" the brakes were drawn again, everything that wasn't tied down or heavy enough flew towards the windshield.

"-a relationship to me." I side eyed him for trying to give me whiplash.

We started moving again.

"You sucked his dick already?" again, the brakes.

"Yes and he cums like fucking fountain." I was lurid at this point. I could feel the winds growing turbulent inside me.

Ryan looked at me, dangerously, he held the green glare that had me turning away and raising the temperature in the car.

I had been trying of course, to practice my powers, to manage them, to show Evan that I am the storm causer. But no, I'm stuck with the terrifying visage of being violated. I'm constantly raped by my rape. My eyes at night see Scott's cock poking at my lips, every item of food and clothing stink of him.

I haven't eaten in a week. I no longer need to consume human foods.

My mouth had collapsed in on itself and caged my tongue with its incessant hummingbird flittering. Trying to be free, trying to get attention, and trying to let people know my shame.

I avoided his green glare at all costs.

The car screeched to a halt.

My eye flickered forward as fire raced across the road. The wind whistled in my ear as I ripped the seatbelt off me and jumped out of the pickup.

"Babe! What are you doing?" I ignored Ryan's voice as I commanded the skies to obey me.

With a gesture the truck was vacuum sealed and shrugged off the road.

"Who's out here?" I called, my voice boomed like thunder; shocking me, enough to make me falter as I tried to stand my ground.

I took in the shrubbery glazing the sides of the road. Nothing was on fire, it just seemed to be. I walked towards the flames, heat was absent. I smirked.

"Worth? Is this you again?" I called out again. Louder this time.

"No." He responded. His voice made my skin burn; scintillating my senses into overdrive.

"I'm March." The flames danced off the road and swirled up into his palms.

I took in his form; lithe like Evan, but his body was ripped to shreds. He walked with poise, shirtlessly flaunting his fiery form.

"You're from my... planet?" I cocked an eyebrow; admiring the healthy bulge in his leather pants.

"Prince of the Magmite and Overseer of the Pyreish Council at your service, your highness." He snuffed his flames and walked towards me, I eyed him suspiciously as he kneeled in front of me and kissed my right hand.

"Wait. What? Highness? My highness?" I pulled my hand from him as I noticed his eyes. They held outer amber rings but a burning centre of red and orange.

"Yes. I see the Florian has failed to inform you of just whom you are. Gaia knows where the Hydrant is." He stood up, being as tall as Worth and Evan; something had my gears turning.

"What do you mean?" I took in how devoted he was to the theme of fire. His hair was shoulder length; his roots were pitch black, like my own. Only as his hair cascaded downwards did it ripple into a variety of deep reds lightning to a burning blonde.

"You are the Tempest of Skyfall." He looked at me expectantly, as if I would have a miraculous flashback based on one sentence.

"Okay." I folded my arms and nodded as a car was speeding towards us. "Get in the pickup."

"Yes, Tempest." He walked over to the truck and found himself incapable of touching it.

"Skyfall? Is that where we're from?" the car doors popped open and Ryan jumped out in a huff.

"No,Tempest. That is the name of your home." I had been so consumed in his tale that my skin had coated itself in goosebumps in the meantime. Goddamn his voice.

"What the fuck was that?" Ryan was clearly hysterical; he was screaming and running around the truck.

"You froze my car! Motherfucker!" he jumped at March, rearing to tackle him. It took nary a moment as he thumped on the ground.

"Did you really have to hit him?"

"Yes, Tempest."

"Why're you so mechanical? Isn't fire supposed to be passionate and aggressive?" I gestured to him to put the body in the back.

"I'm just," he paused for a moment and blushed, I think. "I'm just shocked at how beautiful you are."

"Shut the fuck up." I blushed hard and jumped into shotgun. "You can drive right?"

"No. But with you guiding us, we can't crash, Tempest." He blushed at me as he got behind the wheel.

"Guiding us?" I looked at him.

"Yes, with your power. Move us along the road as if we are driving." He smiled, way too broadly to not be joking.

"I don't know how to use my powers. I'm thriving off instinct and adrenaline."

"But you were ready to take me down." he looked at me and motioned with an obvious handicap around the car.

"Yeah. INSTINCT and ADRENALINE." I was loud and slow, hoping he would understand.

A tapping on the window turned our attention.

"Brilliant, it's the Florian."

"Don't wind the window down!" I knew his pheromones would wash over me and I would throw myself at him. "What do you want Worth?" I yelled through the glass.

"I know how to drive." His accent punctured the car door and filled it with his husky surround sound.

"Ugh. Fine. Get in. But I'm riding in the back." We switched as smoothly as possible and soon we were on the road again.

There was a clear price to pay with the purposeful use of my abilities. My hair had pushed itself out; I managed to catch my reflection in one of the numerous mirrors that adorn a pickup. My silver roots extended a little under 2 inches, I wasn't certain of how I felt about it.

I looked at Ryan's unconscious body and I felt sorry for him. I didn't feel apologetic, just sad that he happened to be present on the one day of the week where my life seemed to escalate to the stress of a call centre.

What I did next, was an awkward mix of comfort as well as perversion. I rolled him unto his back and straddled him. I looked down into his face, feeling the power of the surging wind about me; I leaned into him and fell asleep.

"Am I supposed to ignore that you know where I live?" I lay in my bed watching Worth as he paced in the room. March sat at my feet and Ryan was in the bathroom.

"That is irrelevant, Tempest. We've all been watching you." I looked at March, idly wondering if there was more to his 'we' or I was too excited about the possibility of another Zephyran being amongst us who could teach me to use my powers.

"We?" I looked at them, ensuring that they got the full blast of my headlights.

"Yes, there are four of us. We've yet to come across the Hydrant." Worth mumbled, wearing a hole into the ground.

"Hydrant? March, you mentioned that earlier. Why?" I looked to March for recognition, Worth's usually calm composure was all over the place.

"Yes. Gaia is kept alive by the balance of nature. So there are four of us. We can't go home till he appears." Worth was responding to me, intermittently; it peeved me and I was pissed off enough to have him near me. His hyper movement was starting to annoy the fuck out of me.

"Gaia? Go home?"

"Our homeworld. Yeah, you're the only one who can open the portal." Worth mumbled again.

"Portal?" I asked, watching him mope and grumble. "You know what." I whipped my hand at him, and just like that, he was blown into my bed. I chuckled as the bathroom door flew open.

"So, fill me in on what's going on. I'm falling for a mutant and I need to know how and why." Ryan stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Did I mention that he was probably an athlete? He slid unto the bed and waited on my response.

"Well, I don't know. I'm pretty new to all of this." I blinked at him, waiting on the tennis ball of conversation to bounce back.

"So. Lemme recap, you control the sky? Torch over there is fire and gentle looking giant over there is earth?" he pointed and nodded, winking at me periodically trying to get me to smile.

"Yes. You're the only one who can open a portal back home." March erected himself as the net between Ryan and I; it was cute.

"How? Is there another Zephyran who will teach me?"

"Teach you? If you can't do it, we're screwed." Worth mumbled again, staring up at the ceiling, coveting the foot of a bed.

"That's it, essentially." I rubbed Ryan's shoulder, sympathetically. "I'm surprised that you're taking this so well."

"That you and these guys are screwed?" he looked from me to them. "Truth?"

"Umm... truth? I guess?" I didn't know how to answer his question; I hopscotched and guessed the response.

"I'm terribly afraid of what you can do. You tore your old school apart. Yo, what if I'm a shit beau? You'd probably electrocute me."

"Ryan. I can't even toss a lightning bolt yet. I can just blow things."

"You blow things? Huh?" I noticed the front of his towel rising slowly, I chose to ignore it as the room was filled with two other gentlemen; one of whom I had mind outercourse with.

"Get back on track Rover." I smiled at him as he barked responsively.

"Yo, I don't wanna be a pussy. I don't wanna be less than understanding. I don't trust your Evan friend. He wants your bussy as much as I do. I can feel it babe." I looked at him; my face possibly screamed deadpan.

"First of all, never say 'bussy' ever again. Second of all, he doesn't believe me, so you're doing better than him. Like one hundred percent better already." I crossed my arms, slid off the bed and walked to the window.

I was slightly put off by the now three guys laying in my bed. March and Worth alternating between sitting and laying at the foot of the bed and Ryan just there, sprawled out in the centre.

"So, yo. What's the deal with these fools?" he nodded at my supposed home-worlders

"Fools?" March winked at him.

That's all it took. A wink. I blinked and almost missed the incineration of the towel.

"Yo. What the fuck?" Ryan moved to cover himself, but something told him to look at me; to make eye contact with, and eye contact we did make. He turned to me and opened his legs so I could fully view him as the aureate jock I had guess him to be.

I couldn't catch a break. I turned away, though his chrome skin held my gaze momentarily, his dick was identical to Logan's.

"They're just pensive. Ignore them." I waved him off and stared off into the distance; doing my best to change the topic. "Go put your clothes on, March, dry them please? None of the incineration business."

"Anything else Tempest?" March's voice raised the hairs on the back of my neck.

"Yes, actually, why do you call me by my last name?" I turned around to look at him.

"Last name? No, it is your title."

"Title? What?" I was confused, stacking my cluelessness like Lego bricks.

"It's my surname, Tempest, Samuel Tempest." I gawked at him.

"No. Samuel." Worth's voice had returned to its lush elegance. "You are the Zephyran Prince, the Tempest of Skyfall; the home to all who worship the sky."

"What?" Worth looked at me, and for a brief moment, I felt ignorant. He garnered what his gaze had done and instantly I could tell he felt apologetic.

"I'm sorry." He started, his voice flowing with decadence of chocolate fondue, "We're all Royals. But of the Gaians, your people, the Zephyrans of Skyfall are considered the most important."

"Why?" I moved to sit beside him, nudging myself between the hunks. Sam Sandwhich. Lordt.

"You mentioned to me, a Sky-self."

"He's spoken to Gaia?" March interrupted him.

"Yes. Apparently." Worth responded.

"What did her voice sound like?" March held my hand and peered into my eyes.

"I didn't speak to Gaia. Isn't Gaia our planet?" I pulled my hand away from him as he started to heat up.

"Yes, but she is the heart of our home. And the Tempest, which is you, can tap into her power. But never before has a Tempest spoken to her. At least, not what we've been taught."

"March, how long have you been here? Worth, you too?" I looked at them.

"That's a great question." Ryan looked at me as he leaned against the door in his wet clothes.

"March," I nodded to Ryan and he flicked his wrist.

"We've been here since we were 10, the two of us, that is. The Hydrant was sent before us." I looked at Worth as I digested this rather amazing realization.

"How long have I been here?"

The sound of water trickling alerted our attention to the door, a second barely passed as March hand flames dancing about his fingers. The water puddled and surged forward.

"It's the Hydrant!" Ryan hissed. It took nothing for me to blow him back into the bathroom; sealing the door.

The water rose and took shape, and honestly, who it was shocked the fuck out of me.

Goofy smile and all, Charlie stood there.

My first Author's note. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND MESSAGING ME.

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Anyways, There was something in Chapter 3 about Worth's dick being barely under a foot. I'm just clarifying it now, that I had read something to match his 'British' nature, but it was supposed to be from a different time. So his dick would've been under 10 inches... not actually going to 12. When a foot was something else. I have no idea what I was reading... but I was reading.

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