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Feel better. Right. Acheron nodded anyway and stepped away towards the lake. He needed to get away for a little bit to get his head clear. Maybe then his body would cooperate with him? Until tomorrow, anyway. "Thanks Mr. Glassan..." He gave a smile and took off, wishing it was warm enough for him to go head first into the lake. He was tempted to go swimming anyway. Maybe the pneumonia he'd catch would give him a longer break to clear his head?
 
A little later, Incubus knocked on the door with a nice bright bouquet of flowers in his arms He smiled wider, bouncing on the balls of his feet, staring at the door while he waited for him to answer. He grinned and offered the bouquet to him. "hey! I want to see smiles so I figured you needed to be brightened up... and aside from giving you light, I think flowers will do nicer, right?" he grinned and let out a little laugh. He pecked his cheek, not really sure why he wanted to get closer to him. He just really, really wanted to. Especially now that he was older. It was a very strange and conflicting feeling.
 
He couldn't help the genuine smile that came to his face with the flowers, or the explosion of butterflies in his stomach with the press of the man's lips to his cheek. Of course, the latter caused him other problems, too. "Thank you for the flowers," he answered, stepping back into the room with them and setting them into the vase that was on his window sill.
 
Incubus looked over at the other, stepping inside a little, resting his arm against the doorframe. "I like it when you smile." He stated, smiling a little more as he kept his eyes to the back of his head. "You're wonderful, you know that?" He said simply, reaching forward to take his hand, not quite knowing why he had the urge to. He really, really needed to stop though. The boy was young. He slowly pulled his hand back, clearing his throat and shaking his head. "I..." He coughed a bit. "I'll just... be in my room." Turning, he walked toward the door to head out.
 
"You feel it, don't you?" he asked, stepping forward and reaching for the other man's hand before Incubus could leave the room. While Acheron could brush it off as hope, really the teen saw it, little by little. The headmaster was finding reasons to stop by his room, be close to him, touch him... All the things that he had done when he had first come to Atlantis and could pass of as innocence, the man was now doing. He had to be feeling the same things he was...right?
 
Incubus blinked a few times, turning to look at the other. his brows furrowed and he stared at him a little more. "Um... Feel.. what?" He asked, not sure what he was feeling. He had no idea what was going on with himself. He pushed his fingers through his hair, eyes closing and he groaned a little, looking down at the male. "I... don't know what I'm feeling. It's strange and complicated and... you're twelve! Gods I have issues." he groaned, leaning against the desk nearby with a heavy sigh.
 
"The pull," he tried to explain, stepping back and sitting on the bed. "The absolute need to be close, touching if you can. And the relief you get when we do touch, even if we just brush hands?" Acheron wondered how Kherty had managed to explain it better when he was only three. "You look for reasons to come see me, or ask me to see you even if they're fabricated... You're acting like you feel it..."
 
Incubus perked up, looking at the other. "Don't get that face!" he whined, walking over to him and crouching in front of him, looking into his eyes. "I do... I just... oh gods please stop making that face of disappointment." He bit his bottom lip, pushing hair out of the other's face. "I... I'm just so much older than you, Acheron I... I shouldn't feel like this, right? It's just ... not supposed to be that way. I'm your teacher and headmaster and eighteen thousand years older!" He whimpered, head falling onto his knee. "not literally. I'm not that old."
 
Acheron laughed a little. "You felt it when I was born," he explained...or tried to. "The minute I was born you began to feel incomplete, no matter who you were with... The Fates... They match souls, not ages." He shrugged and watched Incubus's face for a reaction, worried about what it might be. Would he deny it? Push him away? He didn't know what would happen if one mate refused the other, but he could imagine it wasn't very pleasant... "I'm right...right?"
 
"huh..." He trailed off, elbows now resting on the other's lap while he thought about it. "Yeah.." He wrinkled his nose. "That actually explains some of my.. er... actions." he cleared his throat a bit then looked up at him and he laughed. "So you're my fate?" He asked, poking his nose lightly. "You're kinda dorky." He teased, leaning up to kiss his cheek tehn plop onto the bed beside him, left leg swinging up and draping over his right, leaning against him a bit "So... What's that mean then? You're twelveish. It uh... It's quite illegal."
 
"So it seems." Acheron smiled at the man and leaned back on the bed, resting on his elbows. "It... It's just a pull," he answered, looking down. "It's not like... It's not like we have to date or... Or sleep together... Or anything." It just meant that it would be really difficult not to. "Or I don't think that it does." He shrugged. "I don't really know much about it except that...that I like to be near you and I knew that I did from the second that I walked into your office with my mom."
 
"Huh..." He said simply, tapping his finger against his thigh while he thought. He then turned to look at him and shrugged with a little smile to his lips. "I don't mind it. Obviously I won't mind that. But just... not yet." He sighed softly. Though it was quite hard to resist. He liked the other so much. He was so happy to understand his feelings some more, but it was also quite confusing at the same time. He shook his head a bit then poked his cheek. "Maybe when your balls drop." he teased, shaking his head a bit.
 
He groaned and flopped back on the bed, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Lets...move to a different subject." He was still suffering and even more so now that they were sitting in such close proximity for so long. "I think the Fates hate me. Why else would my mate be my parents' age?" Acheron whined softly. "And my headmaster." The teen pouted at the man before sitting up and pushing him off of the bed. "Out. Just. Yeah. Out."
 
"Oi! oi! OI!" he whined and let the other push him out. He turned and pecked his cheek before giggling like a school girl. "you're too cute." he winked then turned and rushed off to his room. He did not mind. He would much prefer the other push him away if he needed it. He should probably get some guidelines and rules for them. At least until he was older! He could not morally do anything with him if he was too young.
 
It was (sort of) his birthday! Well, it was his real birthday, but he'd been a year younger only four months ago. Still, that didn't deter him from celebrating. He was fifteen, and he'd been suffering for the past year. And he was sick of suffering. Acheron skipped through the hallways towards Incubus's office. He saw the man walking towards his classroom, though, and smiled, taking a running leap into his mate's arms. "I'm fifteen! Does that mean we can fuck now? Please?" He pouted and batted his eyelashes at the man he'd spent the last year getting to know (and hate for being such a damn tease).
 
He squeaked when there was suddenly a boy in his arms. He stared at the other, laughing. "In the hall?" He teased and shrugged his shoulders a little. "Maybe after school hours." He grinned and pecked his cheek before placing him onto the ground. He kissed his cheek again and then ruffled his hair. "So keep your dick in your pants and stop announcing that you're jail bait." He sighed, shaking his head a few more times then began to walk toward his classroom once more. "Pop to my room at eight." he pecked his cheek again then smacked his rear. "Go go."
 
He followed the other into the classroom. "I don't even get a kiss for it being my birthday?" he pressed, standing in front of Incubus and looking up at him, batting his eyelashes. "Some soul mate you are!" Acheron stuck his tongue out at the man and hurried out of the room, deciding he was going to take the day off for his birthday.

It was five after eight when he stood at Incubus's door. Despite wanting to be closer to the man and to be with him, he was still nervous. The teen wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before lifting his hand to knock.
 
Incubus smiled warmly. He opened the door and pecked the other's lips. "you're only fifteen." He reminded and took his hand and led him into the room where he had a nice candle-lit dinner set up for them. Getting the other's favorites once more and making sure everything was perfect for his little illegal lover. He smiled and kissed him again before closing the door behind him. "You're a little sweaty." He stated with a pout, looking over his hands. "Don't be nervous." He said simply and then poked his side a few times.
 
"So?" he asked with a pout, moving into the room and taking it in. "What does it matter?" Acheron pointed out. "If we're fated to be together what does age have anything to do with it? Besides, you think other fifteen year olds in the school aren't having sex?" Sighing, he leaned into the other. He didn't want to fight, especially tonight, but he was frustrated at being made to wait this long.
 
He snorted and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He held him a little more and kissed his cheek softly. "Shush. You're making the air foggy with your sexual tension." He teased and kissed him again. He let out a soft sigh and walked over to the table to make him sift down, kissing him softly. "You're too cute." He grinned let him sit, pushing him in gently then sitting across from him. "SO! TEll me about your day."
 
Whining as he was set in the chair and then Incubus sat in the other, he stuck his tongue out at the man. "Brat." They chatted about their days, Acheron admitting that he snuck out to the town and did some shopping. "That...uh... Was told to Incubus, not Mr. Glassan." He gave the man a grin and picked up a piece of bread, popping bits of it into his mouth. "How was art?" he asked. "I'm sure no one could beat my rendition of Jabba could they?" Despite taking art classes since he arrived at Atlantis, he was still no better. It was actually pretty pathetic.
 
Incubus snorted. He was too cute! He grinned a little more and shook his head a few times. "Yeah. No one's beaten your Jabba yet. Some have tried! But they all somehow look like teddy bears." He laughed and shook his head again. He then stood and took their dishes, kissing his lips softly. "And you get a pass on the shopping because it's your birthday." he winked then set the plates down before coming back with a bottle of wine. "And in celebration of your birthday, would you like some wine? i got a less harsh one that's more sweet than others." he shrugged, pouring himself some wine then sitting, waiting for his answer. "You don't have to."
 
"I'd...rather have something else?" he tried, looking up at the other and smiling. Acheron stood and moved so that he was now straddling Incubus's hips, arms wrapped around his neck. Fingers carded through the man's silky hair while he nuzzled along his neck and cheek and jaw. "It's not fair," he whined softly. "You're past puberty. You're not perpetually horny."
 
Incubus grinned and shook his head "incorrect." he whispered, fingers sliding along his hips, gripping him tightly while his eyes lifted to look into his. "I just know how to hold back." He whispered, leaning up to kiss his lips. He nipped his bottom lip and grinned some more. "Silly boy.' He whispered, pulling him closer and holding him against his form and he then moved him toward the bed, smiling. "I feel that same yearning that you do, I'm just able to hold back." He grinned and pressed his lips to his while moving them to the bed.
 
Sighing softly, Acheron wrapped his arms and legs tightly around his mate as he was moved and kissed. "That doesn't make it fair," he answered, returning the kisses and moaning softly into his mate's lips. "No more teasing?" he whispered, pressing their lips together again. "Please, Inc?" Another kiss, Acheron nipping at Incubus's bottom lip a little with it.
 
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