At some point in the middle of the night after falling asleep wrapped around each other, the boys both woke up to a sudden pain in their chests; Theodore rolling onto his stomach and holding a hand to his chest as Tristan flung up into a sitting position while doing the same. The pain lasted a few minutes before it faded away again leaving the two boys panting slightly at the aftermath before their eyes connected and they breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of one another.

“What was that pain?” Tristan asks as he settles back down onto the mattress, Theodore sits up and looks down at him.

“I have no idea, I’m sure we can figure it out tomorrow.” Theodore answers with a small smirk as his eyes wander around the brunet’s still naked body, stopping when they make eye contact again. The black of his pupils had taken over most of his eyes and Tristan felt his heart speed up; he could practically feel the desire running through the blond’s veins as he leans over him to connect their lips. He stops him after one kiss to speak.

“Theodore, it’s probably really late. We do have to get up to train in the morning.” Tristan’s words register but Theodore just grins.

“And we will, just let me love you.” Tristan didn’t need any more convincing when their lips met in a sweet yet passionate kiss, bringing life to their bodies as they press together tightly, Theodore’s lips making their way down his chest and spent the next half an hour indulging in each other’s sexual desires, now that they were more comfortable with it.

It was well passed midday the next day and Alissia was getting worried about the boys since they hadn’t eaten in almost twenty four hours, after voicing her worries to Justin; the blond told her that he would go wake the two up. He didn’t care if they were in the middle of anything, they needed to eat.

They didn’t know that the two boys were still fast asleep from their late night activities and were still stark naked with a blanket just managing to cover his manhood as Theodore slept on his back and just covering his ass as Tristan was sleeping on his stomach; leaving their legs, chest and back visible in the dim light that came through the curtains over the window.

Without listening to the older woman’s words about not doing it, the ice sorcerer makes his way to the door and knocked lightly before pushing the door open and seeing if they were awake; which they weren’t. He gazed down at the two as they slept, taking in the obvious signs of their love making from the little red marks all over Tristan’s back and Theodore’s chest before taking a deep breath to yell at them.

“You two better wake up, there’s soldiers waiting for you!” The older blonde shouts loudly making both boys flinch awake. Theodore peaks his eyes open to the see Justin at the open door.

“Why are you waking us so early? Go away,” he growls out in his husky voice, sleep evident in his slurred words.

“Theodore it is well passed midday and you have both slept through your morning training, poor Ares has had to train everyone.” Justin says, watching the raven haired man as he suddenly appears down the hall and he stops next to the blond to look into the room. Theodore groans and puts an arm over his eyes, not wanting to look at them but then remembering he’s completely naked he sits up and rubs a hand down his face, looking at the brunette when he groans.

“We’ll be out soon,” the prince mumbles as he rolls onto his back exposing even more love bites on his chest, just managing to keep the blanket over his lower half as he does.

“You better be, there’s some people here you both need to meet.” Ares says bringing Theodore’s attention to him, just noticing both men’s eyes flicking up from where the blanket exposed the skin of his thigh up to his hip. He narrows his eyes at them and they both grin lightly.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Get out so we can get dressed,” the golden eyed boy says harshly, watching them as they back out and close the door before he turns and flops down onto the brunette who huffs at the sudden impact.

“Don’t squash me, Theodore,” the prince says with a chuckle, putting his arms around the blond and shivering when their bodies make contact.

“I won’t,” he murmurs back with a grin before he pushes himself away and up out of the bed, moving to their closet to pull some clothes out for both himself and the prince. He chucks the shirt and pants at the prince before pulling on his long sleeved shirt, the string up the top was undone to show his collarbones that had little red circles on them and beginning to pull on the leather trouser he had someone make a few months before, liking the way they hugged his legs and how they protected his lower body as they stopped at his waist. He ties them with the string that tightens them around his hips and grabs the sword to strap over his shoulders then turns to see the prince pulling his own trousers on, although his trousers were quite normal compared to Theodore’s which were created more for fighting than anything else.

The brunet couldn’t help but realise how good his future captain looked in the clothes, especially when he realises how well they outline his lower body; he tilts his head.

“Tristan, my eyes are up here,” the blonde jokes, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before dragging him out of the room with a laugh.

“That took you a while, boys.” Justin teases when they appear in the kitchen, moving to sit down and eat the food Alissia had prepared before she left.

“Shut up Justin, it was five minutes.” Theodore responds, whacking the other blond on the arm lightly.

“I should be the one telling you that Theo, you were quite loud last night,” he continues, bringing a frown to the future captains face.

“That wasn’t me,” he tells the older man, not looking at Tristan whose face had gone a bright red and not realising that Justin was only wanting the confirmation of his thoughts from the night before.

“I thought it was Tristan! Theo you dog!” The brunet hides his face at his exclamation, wishing the ground would swallow him up at the embarrassment.

“Shut up Justin.” Theodore huffs, watching Ares walk in through the kitchen door though he can see that the older man is having trouble meeting his eyes. “God, you were here too?!”

“I stayed for dinner.” The dark haired man shrugs, watching as the prince tries to slide down the chair to hide more.

“Can you stop talking please?” Tristan murmurs quietly, bringing everyone’s attention to see him almost under the table as his cheeks flare brightly. Theodore laughs lightly at him as he stands from the chair and pulls the brunet up too, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him into the living room to sit on the couch.

“Are you embarrassed?” Theodore asks lightly, aware of the other two men in the kitchen.

“I’m not embarrassed about how far we went, it’s just a little frustrating. I don’t want our private lives to be blasted to everyone.” Tristan answers and Theodore tilts his head.

“We can’t help it sometimes, this place is very small and the rooms are close together.” Theo reasons and the brunet pouts, his bottom lip sticking out slightly as he sulks. “God, don’t do that face at me.”

“Why not?” The brunet challenges, seeing the blond’s eyes still on his lips.

“Because I will fuck you right here if you keep doing it,” the brunette laughs at Theodore and he stops pouting, bringing their lips together before he pulls away with a sigh.

“I’m gonna expect sex a lot, aren’t I?” He asks and Theodore nods with a grin.

“Now that we’ve done it, I won’t be able to stop myself from wanting you.”

“Sorry to interrupt your moment, but I do actually have some people who want to meet you.” Ares says from the kitchen, he’d be watching them whisper to each other until feeling the courage to interrupt them. The two share one more kiss before turning to follow the raven haired man outside to the field behind the property, though they stop in shock at seeing the amount of people were standing there; there had to be at least two hundred and eighty people all waiting to meet Theodore and Tristan. The blond looked over all of them, sensing magic in some of them and he began to grin widely, moving to Ares and bringing the taller man into a big hug; Tristan tried to keep his jealousy in line at the sight of Theodore hugging another man.

“Thank you, Ares.” Theodore murmurs, pulling away before the man can hug him back and turning to face the crowd to see them all staring at him, most of them gasping in surprise when Ares speaks.

“Everyone, this is Theodore Ashwood. The true elementalist sorcerer and future captain of the guard to the city of Endolias. He is who we need to help get back his home and we are going to be there every step of the way. He is strong and fierce and has power like you’ve never seen before; but with us he will be stronger! He will train us as we will train him!” Ares shouted at the men and women, Theodore watching as some of them smirked in satisfaction at finally meeting who they would be fighting with and by the looks of many of them; they would be fighting very soon.

With that introduction done, Theodore made his way through the crowd to look everyone over and to figure out who had magic abilities and who didn’t and he frowned when a lot of the fellow sorcerers watched him warily; like he was their enemy not their ally.

“Many of you are looking at me strangely, why is that?” The blond shouts loudly, and some people looked between each other before a woman steps forward; her eyes are bright and wide when he meets them with his golden orbs.

“We weren’t expecting you to be so young sir,” she says her voice loud and strong even though her hands were trembling slightly when he got closer.

“I may be young but I am strong and I will take back my home by force,” he replies, looking around at them and as he connects eye contact with a young man who looks the same age, he feels a sense of power emanating from him; he was a strong sorcerer but it wasn’t any power Theodore was familiar with.

“We can feel you have connected a bond with someone and wish to know where your soulmate is and why those of us with soulmates hadn’t been informed that they could come with us,” the young man tells Theodore who frowns and motions towards the brunet who was still standing beside Ares.

“My soulmate is the heir of Endolias; Prince Tristan Woodlyn and your soulmates are more than welcome to join the fight if they can and want too.” Theodore shrugs at them before making his way back to the prince, standing next to him. “We should begin our training tomorrow after everyone has had a night to relax and rest, though if anyone would like to talk to me or train with me in a little while, they can. Tristan and I will be over there.”