CHAPTER 4
Learning the Art of Magic

"Shall we move out?" Shuichi asked about ten minutes after Draco had fallen asleep. It was now about 6:00 in the evening, and the sky was darkening.
"I think not..." Pit sighed, "For you see, Draco just hit the hay."
"Well, that is most unfortunate," Shuichi shook his head in shame, turning for his own tent, "Well, I'm going to do the same, so... good night."
  As Shuichi went in the tent, Pit thought, But it's not even nighttime, you blockhead!
  Pit forgot about the dense Shuichi for a little while. He did not feel like going into his own canopy, so he went in Draco's instead.
  I'm really out of it, he thought, Why the hell-
  Pit stopped here in his thoughts, however, as he just barely remembered that Draco had the ability to read minds even as he slept.
  Get out... he continued to think to himself, restraining his thoughts from crossing the Rubicon. Still, he continued closer and closer to Draco, as if his body was being controlled by another. He stared in ravishment at the beastly comely god who was now under him, just as he did when he had the idea of killing him.
  I'm really... What am I doing? Pit could not go on with thoughts or words. He gradually let his head fall down, little by little, until he could feel Draco's alluring breath on his lips. But just as the two pairs of lips were only a few yoctometers away from touching each other...
"I think that's enough sleeping for the time being..." Draco yawned as his eyes slowly fluttered open. The first thing he saw was Pit closing his eyes and puckering his lips, "What the f@!? are you trying to do?" Draco nearly yelled, abashed, and with a face the color of a red fire hydrant.
"I'm... nothing!" Pit attempted to formulate an excuse, but unable to do so, "Bye!"
  As soon as Pit left the awning, Draco went into a nearly bedlam series of thoughts of his own.
"Was he trying to... kiss me or something?" he quietly spoke aloud, putting his gorgeous fingertips to his lips.
  Meanwhile, Pit was just as disorganized in thoughts as Draco was, thinking somewhat aloud, "I was trying to kiss him... Is that not proof enough that I... No. I was merely possessed. ...Yeah, that's it!"
"What be up?" Shuichi, randomly approaching from behind, spoke in slang.
"S-Shuichi!" Pit was stunned, "Don't tell me... where were you since I-"
"I was watching what you and Draco were doing, of course!" Shuichi smiled.
"How the hell..."
"I have X-ray vision. So, I see you tried to... I believe, kiss Draco?"
"W-why would you think that?"
"Because you... Oooooh, so you do love him!"
"No I don't!"
"Then why else would you try to kiss him?"
"Because... well, anyway, I can only be for sure if I try to talk to him about it myself."
"Suuuuurrrrreeee...." Shuichi seemed doubtful, "Well, good luck with it anyway."
  As soon as Shuichi left, Pit spoke aloud, because Draco could hear him if he thought, "That's right. I... I need to find some way to attract his attention and find out what this fire from within is."
  The young seraph then went in Draco's tent once more.
"Hey, Draco?" Pit approached Draco, already feeling the god's winsome body heat.
"Yes, Prince Icarus?"
"Do you think... you could teach me fire and light magics?"
"Wh-What!" Draco could not be anymore flabbergasted at the random question, "At a time like this? Why?"
"Well... um..." Pit was very bad at making up falsehoods, but put forth his best efforts to do so, "Somehow I don't thing that my archery skills are enough. I need to learn how to use magic in order to TRULY accomplish my mission of saving the world."
"You think you can?"
"Of course! I can do anything I try."
"I dunno... Well, it may be possible, since you're an angel... Why not?"
  Pit and Draco both went outside. As the day went on, Draco trained Pit in the way of the magical arts. He progressed rather far in light magic, but still needed some help with fire magic.
"Um... uh..." Pit was attempting to cast a high-level fire spell.
"Oh, Good Lord..." Draco put a hand to his face, "You're attempting the king of fire spells, Rexflame! You barely mastered Bolganone! Trying to teach you this spell would be like taking coal to New Castle."
"B...but..." When Pit put on the waterworks, somehow it always seemes to get him his way, even with Draco.
"But I guess if you're that into it... I'll see what I can do,"
"Yay!" Pit glomped the handsome god.
"Ok, first, you have to hold your arms in a particular stance, like this..." Draco put his left arm around his own chest, putting the other arm in front of him.
"Like this?" Pit attempted, but as Draco said earlier, it was like taking coal to New Castle.
"No, no, no..." Draco tsk-ed, "Like this..."
  Draco approached Pit from behind.
"You need to have your left arm like this..." Draco put the young angel's left arm where it belonged, "...and your left arm straight in front of you. Then shout the proper incantation, exactly how it's supposed to be."
"Um..." As Pit was kind of flustered and over a barrel, he did as he was told. Enunciating every syllable of the spell with great clarity, he created a whole sea of lava in front of him, "Yay! I did it!!"
"That's great and all, but..." Draco pondered a little, "You seemed a tad feverish, and I could feel your heart racing really fast when I put your arm around your chest. Do you need me to heal you?"
"N-no!" Pit waved his arms, "I'm all right..."
"Actually..." Draco got more serious, "It seemed to me like you have been this way the whole time you are around me. Are you REALLY okay? I may be a mind reader, but my Achilles' heel is trying to sensing emotions."
"It's... it's because..." Pit looked sheepishly at the earth. He said to himself, I knew he could feel my heart beating... How can I tell him it's because I think I'm in...
"In what?" Draco's pupils dilated, "Prince Icarus, you know you can tell me anything you don't want anyone else to know. I'll protect that secret like a sacred cow."
"I..." With his pulse hastening at a vicious wind's pace, Pit finally got the right words, sure of what he was feeling, "Draco, forgive me for saying this, but... I am very deeply in love with you!!"
"...Me?" Draco seemed flabbergasted, "But why? I thought you wanted to kill me..."
"But I really, really love you, Draco!" The words just naturally flowed like sparkling fountain water from Pit's mouth, "At first, I didn't realize it. But after my heart has reached a pulse rate of over 110 beats per minute and my body temperature has risen to 100 degrees Fahrenheit, I just knew it was because I have completely fallen for you!"
"..." Draco remained speechless and taken aback.
"I know we are both guys, and that you probably want to kill me right now..." Pit began to cry with an endless stream of tears, "but my love for you is everlasting!!"
"...I don't know what to say..." Draco held a hand over his eyes.
"Draco?" Pit went to Draco, wanting to console him, "Are you all right?"
"And to think... my love was unrequited..." Draco then put both of his hands to his mouth as a steady stream of tears poured.
"'Unrequited love?' You mean, you're-"
"I... I also love you, as you do me," Draco confessed, "Ever since I saw you, I was totally taken in by your beauty and silly innocence, and before I knew it this mere fascination became love. Now it has become something eternal, and I will even lay my life on the line to protect you, regardless of whether you are Prince Icarus or not."
"Oh, Draco..."
  Without thinking, knowing, or caring about the present situation, Draco seized Pit's beautiful, childish face. Then, clasping his mouth over Pit's, his warm tongue traced every square millimeter of the innocent mouth that had never been kissed before save for now. All of this mesmerized Pit as his frail, innocent heart palpitated, almost sending him into cardiac arrest. After they had swallowed enough of each other's breath, they temporarily parted.
"Prince Icarus.." Draco spoke in a hushed tone, "I don't care about who you are. My love for you is unmatchable by any force in the universe."
"I should say the same," Pit said, "Still... aren't you shocked that another guy suddenly confesses his love to you?"
"Oh, you don't have to be scared about that," Draco chuckled, "Because you know, I'm... well, THAT kind of guy."
"You mean... you, the God of Light, are... gay?"
"Doh!" Draco looked away from Pit, flushed a rose red.
"You don't have to be afraid of who you are," Pit took Draco's face in his hands, pressing his lips to that sex god's once more.
  As the two newly dawned lovers shared the same air, the beauteous sun of Palutena fell.