Disclaimer: I don't own the wonder that is The Sorcerer's Apprentice (Disney does), and I am certainly not making any money off of this. But I have been squeeing over the slash-romance overtones between these two ever since that 'I'm not your mentor' line was uttered, so...yeah, lol. Lemon, and probably gonna have multiple chapters.
"I'm not your mentor. I'm your master."
Dave slammed his alarm clock against the nightstand with a groan, silencing the loud beeping that had woken him. He ran his hand through his short, black hair as he worked to shake the memory of those words from his head. Ever since Balthazar had said them, they had stuck in the back of his mind. After his break-up with Becky, it had relocated to the forefront and pretty well taunted him. Balthazar's renewed relationship with Veronica had been short-lived as well, though the older man didn't seem to mind. Not long after, Dave had been startled to find the sorcerer on his doorstep in the morning, holding up a single key on a keyring.
Apparently, Balthazar had taken it upon himself to purchase a new store to replace Arcana Cabana, including a double apartment above, and a large basement below. When Dave had answered the door, the key was thrown at him before Balthazar stepped into his small dorm, sending boxes to packing themselves without waiting for Dave to say anything. Not that he had any objections to sharing the apartment with the man; they were still meeting every other night to practice in the old subway turnaround, and it would only be more convenient to live together. It had just been a surprise.
Finally dragging himself from bed, Dave dressed and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he headed down to the shared kitchen. Balthazar was sitting at the table, his feet propped up on the table with a newspaper in one hand and a cup of coffee on the table beside him. Without looking up, he waved his hand slightly as Dave entered the room, opening the refrigerator for him. "Uh...thanks," Dave muttered, grabbing the milk and shutting the door.
"You've been talking in your sleep again, Dave." He jumped nervously at the words, forgetting the cereal box he had been reaching for in the cupboard and turning to face Balthazar, pressing his back against the counter.
"Well, I-I...uh...Wh-what did I say?" he stammered, watching the other man's expression carefully.
"I believe you were talking to me about something." Balthazar still hadn't looked up at him, though Dave suspected from his tone that he had heard quite a bit more than what he was letting on. Turning away again, he focused on grabbing the cereal box and preparing his breakfast, struggling to keep his voice calm as he responded.
"Are you sure? I don't recall dreaming anything like that." Dave kept his eyes trained on the bowl in his hands as he moved to the table, only looking up when Balthazar gestured with his hand and pulled his chair out for him. Their eyes met, and he swore he saw a smirk hovering around the edges of his master's lips.
"You're still a horrible liar, Dave," Balthazar said, setting his paper down and standing, turning towards the staircase that led to the shop. "When you're finished, join me downstairs. We're overdue for a sparring match."
Returning his attention to his breakfast, Dave ate slowly, considering Balthazar's words. Rather than seeming upset or even disgusted by the things that he'd said- because Dave vividly remembered the dream he'd been having and knew that he had likely said more than one incriminating thing- his master had seemed amused, or even interested. After living together for the last two months, he suspected that Balthazar had already become aware of his growing attraction towards him. However, he had never seen anything to suggest that he felt the same, which left Dave wondering how to proceed. Things with Becky had been almost too easy, and he had quickly realized that she wasn't what he had wanted.
More and more, he found himself thinking of Balthazar when he was with her, and their brief romance had fallen apart because of it. Of course, he had never confided that information in the other man, not wanting to jeopardize the strange relationship they shared. Today, Balthazar had shown the first sign that he was really aware of Dave's interest in him, and his attitude towards that information was almost promising. Quickly abandoning the dirty bowl and spoon in the sink, Dave took a deep breath and nearly sprinted down to the basement.
As he stepped onto the stone floor, he noticed Balthazar rising from the chair he'd been sitting in. He didn't speak as he folded his arms over his chest, watching him with an expectant expression that Dave recognized from their previous sparring matches. Standing across the room from him, Dave met his eyes and fired a plasma bolt, unsurprised when Balthazar easily dispersed it. "You're predictable," Balthazar said, though his tone was one of amusement. He stepped a little closer, flicking his hand and sending one of the chairs around the room flying towards Dave.
"I'm not the only one," Dave replied, waving the chair away with a grin. After all of their training together, he was used to most of Balthazar's tricks, and the two of them mainly sparred only for fun now. The grin quickly slipped from his face, though, as he was suddenly pressed against the wall with Balthazar in front of him, smirking. Confused and somewhat flustered by their position, Dave met the other man's eyes nervously.
"Is this predictable, David?" He was about to ask what he meant when Balthazar leaned closer, pressing their lips together. When he pulled away a moment later, Dave looked at him with wide eyes, unsure how to respond.
"Ba-" he started, swallowing the nervous lump that rose in his throat, "Balthazar?"
"Is something wrong?" Balthazar asked, tilting his head to the side and allowing his breath to ghost across Dave's neck as he pressed him more firmly to the wall. Their bodies were pressed together, and his breath hitched in his throat as one of Balthazar's hands appeared on his leg, pressing firmly against his thigh. The hand moved upwards, brushing against the bulge straining the front of his jeans, and Dave leaned his head back against the wall with a groan. "I suppose I have my answer."
He pulled away suddenly, leaving Dave to collect himself before with a look of confusion. "Wha-...what just happened?"
"I would assume that was obvious," Balthazar replied nonchalantly, facing away from him.
"Uh, no! No, it's not," Dave snapped, coming up behind Balthazar and grabbing his shoulder to stop him from moving away. "Just...tell me what's going on."
"What do you want from me, Dave?" Balthazar hissed.
"I want you to do that again," Dave replied softly after a moment, dropping his hand from the other's shoulder and shifting nervously.
"You don't know what you're asking." Looking up, Dave met Balthazar's eyes and swallowed.
"Please, Balthazar, I-" Before he was able to finish, the sorcerer pushed his hand out, sending Dave against the wall, stalking slowly toward him with fire in his eyes.
"Is that really what you want to call me?" he asked, a dark smile tugging at his lips. "I seem to remember you saying something different in your sleep."
"M-Master?" Dave's voice rose a bit in his nervousness, his body tensing as Balthazar grinned wickedly at him, stepping closer and pressing their bodies together once again.
"Good," he said, his tone a mix of approval and amusement. "You're learning." Leaning in, Balthazar pressed his lips to Dave's, deepening the kiss when the younger man moaned softly. He moved one hand to Dave's chest, slowly trailing it over the length of his shirt, watching the fabric turn to ash beneath his fingers. The slight chill of the room against his skin caught the younger man's attention and he pulled back a little.
"Hey...I liked that shirt..."
"I'll buy you a new one later," Balthazar muttered, stooping his head to nibble Dave's neck. His hands ran over the expanse of Dave's exposed chest, chuckling to himself when he arched into the touch. "Are you sure that you want this, Dave?" he asked, dragging his teeth along the curve of his neck.
"Yes," Dave replied breathlessly, groaning as Balthazar pressed more firmly against him, his erection obvious even through their pants, as it pressed against his thigh.
"Again," he said sternly, using the tone usually reserved for ordering that Dave re-attempt a spell. He felt his apprentice tremble beneath his touch and smirked.
"Yes, Master," Dave whispered a moment later, his cheeks flushed as he shyly met Balthazar's eyes.
"Where's your confidence, Dave?" he asked, trailing his hand along Dave's slim side toward the waist of his jeans. Before he was able to remove them the way he had his shirt, Dave grabbed his wrist to stop him. His other hand grabbed the back of Balthazar's neck, pulling him into another kiss to distract him for a moment. When they pulled apart again, Balthazar found himself pressed against the stone wall, with Dave's hands on either side of him.
"Is this a little better?" Dave tugged at the fastenings of Balthazar's pants, opening them eagerly as he lowered himself to his knees. Freeing the other man's cock from the confines of his boxers, Dave wrapped his lips around the head and slowly began taking his length into his mouth. Above him, Balthazar leaned his head back against the wall, bringing his hands to the back of Dave's head to thread his fingers through his short hair. Encouraged by the action, Dave continued sucking his cock with more enthusiasm, his eyes closing as he did so.
Balthazar's breath quickened as he thrust himself upward into Dave's mouth, his hands holding the younger man in place. To his surprise, his apprentice grabbed hold of his ass and held him there, looking up to meet his gaze. Groaning loudly, Balthazar turned to glance around the room until he spotted the large table against the wall across from them. With a gesture of his hand, he lifted it from the stone floors and waved it closer before finally dropping it only a foot away from them.
"Dave," he said loudly, his voice strained with arousal. Dave pulled back to ask what was wrong when Balthazar's lip curved up in a smirk and he levitated him, dropping him neatly on his back over the moved table. He nearly laughed, until he saw the dark glint of desire in his master's eyes and shivered in anticipation. With another quick flick of his hands, Balthazar turned Dave's jeans to ash, leaving him naked against the wood beneath him.
"Hey!" Dave protested, shifting up onto his elbows and then freezing. Balthazar had destroyed his own clothing as well, and he found himself staring at the older man with wide, hungry eyes. His tongue darted out to wet his suddenly dry lips as Balthazar closed the remaining distance between them, laying his own body over Dave's on the table.
"Problem, Dave?" he asked, positioning himself between his legs. Without looking away from the man beneath him, he summoned a small bottle from one of the boxes he kept stored in the corner, which Dave immediately recognized to be a lubricant.
"H-how are you calm enough to do that," Dave asked, breathlessly. He had begun grinding rather shamelessly against the head of Balthazar's cock, which rested lightly against him. His master chuckled softly as he opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of lube in his hand before tossing it away.
"Several hundred years of practice," he replied, coating his cock slowly as he shifted between Dave's legs. Satisfied that he was properly lubricated, and that Dave was ready- illustrated by the younger man's continued grinding against him- Balthazar aligned himself with with Dave's opening and entered him slowly. Dave arched his back, leaning his head back with a loud moan, catching the older man by surprise. The sound fueled his desire for the man beneath him, and he found himself struggling to remain controlled as he continued to slowly push the length of his cock into Dave's ass.
When he was fully inside him a moment later, Balthazar leaned down to kiss his apprentice hungrily, rocking his hips forward to test his responses. Dave wrapped his arms around his neck, holding him in the kiss as he moaned, causing something within Balthazar to break. Growling against the other's lips, he began to thrust himself in and out of Dave, eliciting a cry of pleasure from him as his eyes slid closed and he ground himself up to meet each thrust. Balthazar wrapped his hand around Dave's cock as he continued to fuck him, stroking his cock teasingly and watching as Dave writhed in pleasure beneath him.
"Balthazar!" Dave moaned, his hands gripping his shoulders as he bucked against him. His skin was flushed, and the heaving of his chest as he panted for breath set Balthazar's blood boiling. It was beautiful in the darkest way, and he couldn't resist trailing one hand over the younger man's chest. The touch startled Dave, who opened his eyes to look at him with a mixture of lust and something more intense in his eyes. Balthazar shivered as he recognized the second emotion, though afraid to give it much thought at the moment. Dipping his head, he brushed his lips teasingly against Dave's, pressing his hand firmly to his wrist, pinning him to the table when Dave tried to wrap his arm around his neck again.
"Mine?" he ground out, his voice thick and deep in his state of arousal. He felt Dave shudder beneath him and the strangled sound of his answering hum brought a smile to his lips. Giving Dave's cock a firm squeeze, Balthazar moved his mouth to his ear and murmured, "Excuse me?"
"Yes!" Dave hissed, drawing the syllable into a moan as Balthazar began stroking him quicker, keeping pace with the speed of his thrusts. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were their panting breaths and Dave's loud moans. When Dave tensed around Balthazar's cock with a whine, he heard the older man chuckle and blushed.
"Come for me, Dave." The words were stern and confident in his ear, and Dave leaned his head back, the cry of pleasure silenced by Balthazar's lips on his once again. He parted his lips when Balthazar's tongue pressed against them, and melted into the kiss as his master ravaged his mouth. As he came a moment later, coating his stomach as well as the other man's hand, he felt Balthazar still above him and smiled to himself.
They pulled apart slowly, though Balthazar didn't move from his position over Dave. Instead, he met his apprentice's eyes, searching for any sign that the younger man was upset by their behavior. When Dave gave him a slight smile, he relaxed against his chest with a loud groan.
"Did I exhaust you, old man?" Dave's tone was teasing, and Balthazar smiled against his chest without bothering to lift his head.
"Watch it, Dave, or I'll be forced to remind you why I'm the master in this relationship," Balthazar replied, delighting at the trembling breath he felt Dave take in response.