Discalimer
Hello again everyone, This is Midnight. I have already done disclaimers for
Dragonlance before, but again I will do it. I do NOT own any of the Dragonlance
books, Raistlin, Dalamar, or any of the places mentioned herein. I do however own the
plot. This one is strictly an idea of my own, and I would be most appreciative if no
one would steal it.
The general disclaimer for all of Midnight's stories,
THIS IS A YOUI STORY!!!
It is rated R for SEXUAL CONTENT, AND MASSIVE GORE. This is also rated R for
suggested rape. So if you are disturbed by bloodshed, male on male sexuality, or the
thought of rape please leave now or I will not be responsable for nightmares,
disturbing images or any and all of the above. Thank you for flying Youi Air, and
as always, please don't take anything with you.
Have a nice day. ^.~
Chapter 1
Dalamar stirred in his sleep; moaning incoherently. Again, he was in Silvanesti. Again, he was young. Again, he was at his father's mercy. Trapped beneath the older man's weight, he kicked and screamed; fought, and begged to be left alone, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. The older man leaned over him now, his hands roaming to places forbidden. Dark eyes smiled down at him in a drunken stupor. Pale hands locked in ebony hair, yanking harshly to quiet the child's screams of protest. Cool hands caressed the warm skin of his stomach and the young boy thrashed wildly, knowing all to well what was to come.
"Please father. Do not do this. Please, stop. Please!" Slanted eyes narrowed to paper-thin slits as the hand crossed the boys face, leaving a loud, angry, red welt.
"Silence boy!" The hand fell again and the whimpering youth fell silent; tears of sorrow and despair clouding his deep chestnut-brown eyes. "You are my child; therefore, you belong to me. I may do with you as I please." The older man's hand traveled down the boy's side, touching.caressing.
* * *
"NO! STOP IT!" Dalamar shot up into a sitting position, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Sweat dripping from his lathe body, he burred his face in his hands giving a heavy sigh. "Gods, it was just a dream."
"More like a nightmare." A sarcastic voice chimed in. Dalamar raised his head to find the voice that had interrupted his thoughts. He was about to say something very rude when he noticed something wasn't quite right. Black walls.black, silk bed sheets.an overhanging canopy, also black.where was he? Out of the corner of his eye, Dalamar saw a shadowed figure rise as if from the depths of the earth. "And, I would like to state that being thrown from one's own bed is not a very enjoyable way to be awoken." Dalamar's brows furrowed in confusion. 'This isn't my room. Why am I here? And for that matter, where exactly is here?' The quite sound of footsteps echoed though out the chamber.
"Who are you, and where am I?"
"How soon we forget, my apprentice." Light laughter came from every direction all at once. "You do not remember where you are. Do you not remember what has happened?" the voice sighed. "'Tis a pity, for I shall never forget." The sounds of rustling came from the same direction as the voice had. A quiet, but firm, command was spoken in the darkness. "Shirak." A dim, white light began to glow, illuminating the pale, fine-boned features of the tower's master.
"Sh.Shalafi, is that you?" Dalamar stuttered out the words in disbelief. He took a closer look at the dimly lit figure and saw that it was indeed. He bowed his head quickly in respect. "Forgive me Shalafi. I.I did not know it was you." Raistlin raised his hand to silence the frantic elf.
"Do not worry Dalamar." Raistlin walked slowly toward the bed, leaving the Staff of Magus lit, leaning against the wall in the far corner of the room. "I have been thrown from my bed before; it is not new to me." Dalamar's eyes traveled the length of his master's body and, noticing his unclothed brilliance, Dalamar's face flushed an intense red and he swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.
"Shalafi?" Raistlin crawled onto the bed and brushed a strand of ebony hair from the dark elves eyes. He shook his head.
"You laid with me last night my dear apprentice." Raistlin ran his thumb over Dalamar's cheek, caressing it gently. Dalamar blushed, and smiled softly.
"I remember now." Raistlin opened his arms and the elf fell into them, shivering uncontrollably. "Please forgive me. I did not mean." Raistlin placed a
finger over Dalamar's lips.
"Hush. It was not your fault love; you were having that nightmare again." Raistlin saw a look of embarrassment cross the other's features. "Yes Dalamar, I know of the nightmare; I know all about it." Raistlin wiped away the tears the cascaded down the elves' ivory flesh. "Dalamar, my sweet Dalamar. The stories are true aren't they? He did do those horrible things to you." When Dalamar stiffened in his master's arms, his eyes becoming wide with the horror of the realization that his most intimate secret had been found out, Raistlin knew he was correct. Raistlin's face twisted in rage. He pulled Dalamar to him. "Don't worry, I will live by what I have sworn to you; do you remember what I have sworn my love?" Dalamar nodded slowly.
"You promised that you would not allow anyone or anything to hurt me again." Raistlin kissed Dalamar's forehead gently.
"I always keep my promises."
* * *
"Dalamar, why didn't you do something about what your father did to you?" Raistlin asked not even turning form the pot he was steering. Dalamar lowered his head.
"I could not Shalafi." Raistlin turned quickly at his apprentice's tone, his wide hourglass pupils dilated in fear for his lover.
"Why ever not?" Dalamar turned away, wrapping his arms around himself protectively.
"He was a wealthy townsman, loved and feared by all. If I had told someone, they would have laughed at the stupid boy. Laughed at the 'false accusations' preached by a cold-hearted, disloyal whelp, who is unworthy of such a high position in society." Dalamar's voice became hard as the talked of his past. "You may have heard the stories, but I know what really happened, for it happened to me. I was practically a slave in my own house! I cooked, I cleaned, I.I did everything, and that still wasn't enough! If I did anything wrong, speak when not spoken to, burn the supper, or even miss one spot of dirt, I was beaten within an inch of my life." Dalamar fell to his knees, his thin body racked with great sobs of despair. Raistlin watched in shocked silence as the elf broke down in front of his very eyes. No words of comfort would come to his lips to sooth his poor lover's heart. "I.I remember many nights when I would be up studying and he would come home, drunk." Dalamar shivered uncontrollably, "No one ever knew he liked young boys; he actually preferred them. I know if mother wasn't home when he." Dalamar's face twisted in disgust, ".when he wanted to fulfill his 'needs', he would make me do unspeakable things with him."
Raistlin dropped to his knees and gathered the elf to him. Dalamar clung to his lover and sobbed. "Oh Shalafi, why won't it stop haunting me? Every night I live through it again; I.I can't take much more of this. Please, help me." Dalamar raised his tear filled eyes to seek an encouraging word or a loving coddle, but what he saw gave him more strength then anything his love could have said. Raistlin's face was hard and his mouth set in a grim line. His golden, hourglass eyes turned a coppery color and they narrowed almost into nonexistence as he protectively held the shaking elf. When he spoke, his voice proved to match his mood, a low growl, coming up from the very depths of his soul.
"He will pay for his perversion." Raistlin pulled Dalamar into a bone-crushing embrace. "I will make him suffer the way he made you suffer."
Hello again everyone, This is Midnight. I have already done disclaimers for
Dragonlance before, but again I will do it. I do NOT own any of the Dragonlance
books, Raistlin, Dalamar, or any of the places mentioned herein. I do however own the
plot. This one is strictly an idea of my own, and I would be most appreciative if no
one would steal it.
The general disclaimer for all of Midnight's stories,
THIS IS A YOUI STORY!!!
It is rated R for SEXUAL CONTENT, AND MASSIVE GORE. This is also rated R for
suggested rape. So if you are disturbed by bloodshed, male on male sexuality, or the
thought of rape please leave now or I will not be responsable for nightmares,
disturbing images or any and all of the above. Thank you for flying Youi Air, and
as always, please don't take anything with you.
Have a nice day. ^.~
Chapter 1
Dalamar stirred in his sleep; moaning incoherently. Again, he was in Silvanesti. Again, he was young. Again, he was at his father's mercy. Trapped beneath the older man's weight, he kicked and screamed; fought, and begged to be left alone, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. The older man leaned over him now, his hands roaming to places forbidden. Dark eyes smiled down at him in a drunken stupor. Pale hands locked in ebony hair, yanking harshly to quiet the child's screams of protest. Cool hands caressed the warm skin of his stomach and the young boy thrashed wildly, knowing all to well what was to come.
"Please father. Do not do this. Please, stop. Please!" Slanted eyes narrowed to paper-thin slits as the hand crossed the boys face, leaving a loud, angry, red welt.
"Silence boy!" The hand fell again and the whimpering youth fell silent; tears of sorrow and despair clouding his deep chestnut-brown eyes. "You are my child; therefore, you belong to me. I may do with you as I please." The older man's hand traveled down the boy's side, touching.caressing.
* * *
"NO! STOP IT!" Dalamar shot up into a sitting position, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Sweat dripping from his lathe body, he burred his face in his hands giving a heavy sigh. "Gods, it was just a dream."
"More like a nightmare." A sarcastic voice chimed in. Dalamar raised his head to find the voice that had interrupted his thoughts. He was about to say something very rude when he noticed something wasn't quite right. Black walls.black, silk bed sheets.an overhanging canopy, also black.where was he? Out of the corner of his eye, Dalamar saw a shadowed figure rise as if from the depths of the earth. "And, I would like to state that being thrown from one's own bed is not a very enjoyable way to be awoken." Dalamar's brows furrowed in confusion. 'This isn't my room. Why am I here? And for that matter, where exactly is here?' The quite sound of footsteps echoed though out the chamber.
"Who are you, and where am I?"
"How soon we forget, my apprentice." Light laughter came from every direction all at once. "You do not remember where you are. Do you not remember what has happened?" the voice sighed. "'Tis a pity, for I shall never forget." The sounds of rustling came from the same direction as the voice had. A quiet, but firm, command was spoken in the darkness. "Shirak." A dim, white light began to glow, illuminating the pale, fine-boned features of the tower's master.
"Sh.Shalafi, is that you?" Dalamar stuttered out the words in disbelief. He took a closer look at the dimly lit figure and saw that it was indeed. He bowed his head quickly in respect. "Forgive me Shalafi. I.I did not know it was you." Raistlin raised his hand to silence the frantic elf.
"Do not worry Dalamar." Raistlin walked slowly toward the bed, leaving the Staff of Magus lit, leaning against the wall in the far corner of the room. "I have been thrown from my bed before; it is not new to me." Dalamar's eyes traveled the length of his master's body and, noticing his unclothed brilliance, Dalamar's face flushed an intense red and he swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.
"Shalafi?" Raistlin crawled onto the bed and brushed a strand of ebony hair from the dark elves eyes. He shook his head.
"You laid with me last night my dear apprentice." Raistlin ran his thumb over Dalamar's cheek, caressing it gently. Dalamar blushed, and smiled softly.
"I remember now." Raistlin opened his arms and the elf fell into them, shivering uncontrollably. "Please forgive me. I did not mean." Raistlin placed a
finger over Dalamar's lips.
"Hush. It was not your fault love; you were having that nightmare again." Raistlin saw a look of embarrassment cross the other's features. "Yes Dalamar, I know of the nightmare; I know all about it." Raistlin wiped away the tears the cascaded down the elves' ivory flesh. "Dalamar, my sweet Dalamar. The stories are true aren't they? He did do those horrible things to you." When Dalamar stiffened in his master's arms, his eyes becoming wide with the horror of the realization that his most intimate secret had been found out, Raistlin knew he was correct. Raistlin's face twisted in rage. He pulled Dalamar to him. "Don't worry, I will live by what I have sworn to you; do you remember what I have sworn my love?" Dalamar nodded slowly.
"You promised that you would not allow anyone or anything to hurt me again." Raistlin kissed Dalamar's forehead gently.
"I always keep my promises."
* * *
"Dalamar, why didn't you do something about what your father did to you?" Raistlin asked not even turning form the pot he was steering. Dalamar lowered his head.
"I could not Shalafi." Raistlin turned quickly at his apprentice's tone, his wide hourglass pupils dilated in fear for his lover.
"Why ever not?" Dalamar turned away, wrapping his arms around himself protectively.
"He was a wealthy townsman, loved and feared by all. If I had told someone, they would have laughed at the stupid boy. Laughed at the 'false accusations' preached by a cold-hearted, disloyal whelp, who is unworthy of such a high position in society." Dalamar's voice became hard as the talked of his past. "You may have heard the stories, but I know what really happened, for it happened to me. I was practically a slave in my own house! I cooked, I cleaned, I.I did everything, and that still wasn't enough! If I did anything wrong, speak when not spoken to, burn the supper, or even miss one spot of dirt, I was beaten within an inch of my life." Dalamar fell to his knees, his thin body racked with great sobs of despair. Raistlin watched in shocked silence as the elf broke down in front of his very eyes. No words of comfort would come to his lips to sooth his poor lover's heart. "I.I remember many nights when I would be up studying and he would come home, drunk." Dalamar shivered uncontrollably, "No one ever knew he liked young boys; he actually preferred them. I know if mother wasn't home when he." Dalamar's face twisted in disgust, ".when he wanted to fulfill his 'needs', he would make me do unspeakable things with him."
Raistlin dropped to his knees and gathered the elf to him. Dalamar clung to his lover and sobbed. "Oh Shalafi, why won't it stop haunting me? Every night I live through it again; I.I can't take much more of this. Please, help me." Dalamar raised his tear filled eyes to seek an encouraging word or a loving coddle, but what he saw gave him more strength then anything his love could have said. Raistlin's face was hard and his mouth set in a grim line. His golden, hourglass eyes turned a coppery color and they narrowed almost into nonexistence as he protectively held the shaking elf. When he spoke, his voice proved to match his mood, a low growl, coming up from the very depths of his soul.
"He will pay for his perversion." Raistlin pulled Dalamar into a bone-crushing embrace. "I will make him suffer the way he made you suffer."