Crossing the Line (For dablackstallion)

[Kaido]

Hearing mention never stop. He looks at him as he continued to do the sit ups. "S-Sorry." he said. For he had no idea that it was wrong to do that. So while he does this, even though he was feeling tired. He did not stop, for he did not want to disappoint his mentor again. Beads of sweat roll down from his forehead and continued to do the breathing that he was told to do. Wondering just how much more he had to do.

The boy was progressing well. He had done more than half the sit-ups by now without stopping once more. Zehail was proud. He severely underestimated the Prince. "You're almost done." Zehail told him as he watched the boy work as hard as he could to complete his reps. Subconsciously, Zehail's body was warming up from contact with Marid. Unknowingly, Zehail began to massage Marid's forearms with his thumbs, slowly moving them in small circles, feeling the smooth flesh of the Prince.

[Kaido]

He really didn't hear his mentor tell him that he was almost done with the sit ups. For he was to focus on getting it done. The weight that was in his arm was starting to get heavy, but he was breathing through it. He was now going to stop until he heard Zehail tell him to stop. But as he continues. Marid felt the other's hands on his forearms and were rubbing them. His cheeks were turning pink and his body was starting to feel warm. Yet he manages to still do the sit ups. While enjoying the touch.

Zehail, unaware to himself, continued to massage the boy's forearms. He could feel his body get warmer, but he chalked that up to the fact that he was holding onto to Marid, who was working out and building up body heat. He began moving in wider circles with his thumb, feeling more of the boy's slick skin. The boy was almost done now, just a couple more and the could move on with the training.

[Kaido]

As he continued to rub his arms. Not only was his body heating up more, but he can feel this his man part between his legs was getting hard. This was odd. For it had never happen before. Even being surrounded by lovely women and princesses. The young prince never had this feeling. It was getting a little hard to control his breathing. It was taking most of his will power to make sure he finishes.

Zehail watched as Marid's breathing became unstable once more. It must have been difficult for him to keep focus when the pain of working out so rigorously was setting in. Well, that's what Zehail thought was happening. As Marid's body rested against the floor once again, Zehail placed a hand the boy's shoulder. "Stop." He whispered, unaware of his quiet tone. "You're finished." He wasn't sure why, but he began to slowly rub the boy's shoulder.

Zehail's own breathing became unsettled, each breath becoming more shallow as he inhaled sharper and sharper every time. He caught himself and quickly released both the Prince's hand and shoulder. Standing up, he turned around and walked away from Marid, trying to recapture his senses. "Take a break to rest. Meet me in the performance area once you're ready." Zehail told his student, leaving the room.

[Kaido]

The young prince felt like he was melting away from the world and into a dream land. Until he heard his mentor telling him to stopped. In which he did, but didn't understood as to why he said so in a quiet tone or was rubbing his shoulders. But it did felt good. Far more better then the servants in the palace.

Marid was starting to grow more addicted to the performer's touch. It was the fruit in the forbidden garden. He was a little disappointed that he let go of him. But he snapped back into the reality and his cheeks turned red. Standing up on his feet and brushed himself off. When told that he can take a break for a moment, but then come meet him on the stage. He just nodded his head. Trying to figure out what just happened.

Zehail roamed the stage, wondering what was going on with him. He never lost focus like this before. He was searching his mind, shuffling around to find something to explain his behaviour. He couldn't figure it out. Eventually he came to the conclusion that it was just his instincts as a teacher coming out. He knew that didn't explain everything, but it was the only thing he could think of.

Zehail walked over to the bars that the acrobats used to warm up. He took a small cloth and wiped them down, trying to lessen the chance for injury. He patiently awaited for Marid to join him in the stage. In the mean time, he chalked up his hands and began to swing on the bars, practicing his turns and flips.

[Kaido]

While Zehail was working on the bars. The young blue blood was walking around the room. Trying to understand what he was feeling. He has never in his life felt this way towards anyone before. Not to other royal princesses or princes from different countries. Not to the servants of the palace or anyone. Personally there were only two people he liked before his mentor, but they were family and that's all they ever be. So why does he feel so different around the performers.

After some time of calming down and getting back on focusing on his training. He wipes the sweat off of his brow with his cloak and walks out. Making his way to the stage like he was told to. When he went in. He saw him spinning on the bar and stared with amazement. As he did flips in the air he thought for sure that he was going to fall at some points. But he smiled when he didn't. Going further into the stage area and clapped his hands. Walking right over to him.

Zehail kept swinging until he heard footsteps. Averting his attention for just a slight second he saw the Prince. He began to clap as Zehail continued to flip and turn. Now that his student was in the room, Zehail let go of the bars, leaping into the air as his body twisted and turned in every which way before landing oriented on his feet. He had been performing so long it was as if he had forgotten he could simply just hop off of the bar. "Thank you, thank you." Zehail said, bowing to the audience of one, showing Marid the less serious side of himself.

"Don't look so amazed, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be able to do that in your sleep." Zehail told the boy. "But everyone starts somewhere, and today will mark the beginning for you." Zehail grabbed some chalk and poured it onto Marid's hands. "Rub that into your hands. After you've done that, I want you to grab a hold of the bar. You might have to jump a bit to reach, but it should be no problem." Zehail instructed.