Part 8
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Van woke up the next day in the stark white, cleaning fluid smelling infirmary, with a splitting headache, and stomach pains. Dazed and confused, he looked around, not remembering why or how he got there in the first place. Something nagged him at the back of his mind, something he was supposed to remember, but couldn't draw it from the deep recesses of his mind. He shrugged it off as unimportant when the nurse entered his small, box-like, curtained off section of the large room. She smiled sweetly at him, if not sympathetically. "Good morning dearie, how are you feeling today?" Her sweet, middle aged face crinkled up when she smiled, and gave Van the impression of the loving mother-type person. What she was doing in a place like this was anyone's guess.
"Fine, I guess.. Except for this headache." Van replied, shifting into a half-sitting position. The nurse handed him a strange, bitter smelling liquid, which he recoiled almost immediately from. At the woman's deep scowl, however, he grabbed the cup, downing its revolting contents with one gulp, making a face at its taste. "Ugh.that was." He stopped himself, seeing the sidelong glance coming from the formerly pleasant looking nurse, wondering how she could change so personalities so quickly. "Pfff..skitzo," he muttered under his breath, watching the nurse attend to the potted flowers on almost every surface of the infirmary, humming a cheerful tune all the while.
As soon as he was released from the infirmary, he hurried down the hallway towards his room. "Meheheh, I'm free!" He cackled, hands forming claws in front of his face. He abruptly stopped, glancing up and around, hoping no one saw his fit of silliness. Continuing on his way, looking towards the floor instead of in front of him, he found himself slammed backwards at the impact with another figure. "Watch where you're.you." He hissed, snarling, baring his teeth slightly.
"Nice to see you too, Van." The albino said, smirking at the boy seemingly glaring daggers into him.
"What.what do you want?" He said, leaning against the wall for support, eyes never leaving his pale opponent. "If you're looking for an easy fuck.." he winced at his harsh words "you're not going to find it here."
"My my Van, what language. And do you truly think sex is the only thing on my mind? I was merely bringing you these.. flowers." He motioned to a bouquet tucked under one arm, black roses dominating the morose arrangement. A crooked smile grew on his face, watching distrust mist over the boy's features. Dropping the bouquet, and swerving to press the boy against the wall in one fluid motion, his crooked smile evolved into a full- fledged grin. His two hands pressed up against the wall on either side of the boy's shoulders, his face mere millimeters away from the other's, as he spoke in a breathless voice, barely above a whisper. "Of course then. I was considering tying you up and screwing you against a wall after I had lulled you into a false sense of security." Defiant brown eyes met those of crimson; Dilandau was startled at the intensity of the others gaze, expecting a thrashing body and a few kicks instead. Van was quite surprised himself. I suppose I've gotten used to it. used to it? Since when was I used to it? He thought to himself, wondering at the same time why he was having an internal argument at a time like this. "So the little dragon's got a spine now." Dilandau chuckled breathlessly, easing himself off the prone boy, still pressed against the wall. "No matters, I'll come back later. it isn't any fun when they don't struggle." With that, he gave the boy a knowing smirk, before leaving the same way he had entered. Van waited until the other's footsteps faded before letting out a long withheld breath, smoothing his hair back with both hands.
Kneeling in front of the lake fueled by an ever-moving, ever-flowing waterfall, Van gazed into the calm water near the bank of the pool. A very different person from when he had first came starred yearningly back up at him. He reached out as if to touch the perfect image of himself, only to disturb the smooth, mirror like surface of the water. Through the deafening sounds of the waterfall, he didn't hear the boy sneaking up behind him, until it was too late.
"Oh Van, get over yourself." He heard someone chuckle behind him, feeling a pair of hands press up against his back before pushing him headfirst into the previously serene pond setting. Staying under for just a few moments, he emerged, sputtering and soaking wet. He glared towards the shore, where Li was standing, one hand on his hip, the other in his hair. "Oh Van, you should have seen your expression. Priceless." He drawled, looking over the sopping wet boy, a glimmer in his eye. "Oh lighten up Van, you can't take a joke? Don't give me that look." He walked to the lake's edge, stripping off his shirt and loose shorts, walking into the water, oblivious to the slight chill. He waded outwards to the flustered boy, his long hair fanning out behind him. He tugged at Van's own shirt, motioning towards the shore. "These will only weigh you down, take them off, and they'll be dry by the time we get out." He proceeded to untie the laces that held his shirt closed, glancing up every few seconds to smirk at the other boy's blushing face. Throwing it on the grass, he slipped his hands down to grasp the waistband of Van's pants, tilting his head sideways, waiting for the approving nod Van quickly gave. Slipping those off as well, he wrapped his arms around Van's neck, bringing their two bodies close together, wet, warm skin pressed up against wet, warm skin. "Now..tell me you don't want this Van." All Van could do was watch with wide eyes as the other boy brought his mouth against his own, kissing him deeply, hands traveling up and down his back. In the distance, a bee droned, it's wings shimmering in the bright daylight. Li pushed the limp, pliant boy up against the side of the lake, hands exploring the other's chest, a tweak here, a pinch there, and he smirked as the boy writhed beneath him. Van's legs automatically wrapped around the other's hips, bringing them closer together as he bit out a strangled moan. The dark boy's hand was now covering the space between Van's tightly closed thighs, and he was rubbing slowly, nipping at the boy's neck. It took Van a few minutes of agonizing torture before realizing the two boys weren't alone. By chance he had looked up during his seduction, and saw a figure leaning up against a tree, watching, crimson eyes focused intently on the pair in the lake. Van's breath caught in his throat, as he violently pushed Li away from him, sinking low into the water.
"Dilandau!" He exclaimed, and the captain of the dragon slayers that figure was, smirking for all he was worth. His gaze roamed down from Van's own , and into the water, while the boy flushed brightly under the intense scrutiny he was receiving. Looking up breifly, he noticed that Dilandau wasn't wearing his usual red armor, but instead a loose tunic with comfortable, loose pants.
"Of course." Van thought to himself. "He wouldn't wear his armor all the time."
"Tch, Dilandau-sama. Ruining my fun." The forgotten Li remarked, sarcasm heavy in his voice.
"It wasn't your fun to begin with." Dilandau countered smoothly. "And I suggest you run back to the Palazzo, boy. Go keep your master's bed warm." The boy sniffed, nursing his injured pride as he climbed from the lake, grabbing his cloths on his way out.
"I'll see you later, Van." He said to the dazed boy still in the lake, while Dilandau seemed unfazed by the promise in his voice.
"Now then, Van," Dilandau said, returning his attention to the young king in the lake, still gloriously nude. "Where were we?"
"No where." Van muttered, making himself as small as possible.
"Oh, I think we were right about..here." Dilandau slowly walked to the water's edge, a predatory gleam in his eye. He stripped his shirt on the way, showing off his figure, tamed by years of the fighting arts. Van couldn't help but watch, eyes flying to newly revealed skin before darting away ashamed. Dilandau paused at the waist band of his pants, drawing Van's full attention before sliding them down boyish hips, agonizingly slow, like some sort of deranged strip tease.
"You like what you see?" Dilandau asked, voice dangerously low and husky. And how could Van deny it? Dilandau was as close to perfection as humanly possible, if not more. And he knew it, and he flaunted it. Kneeling down at the bank of the lake, he bend over slightly to capture Van's mouth in his own, landing a teasing, taunting kiss there that was designed to make the other yearn for more. When he straightened again, flesh that was not usually bared to the sunlight was revealed to the boy, and Dilandau seemed neither self-conscious, nor modest, but rather smug instead. "I'm still waiting for an answer, Lord Van." He put emphasis on the honorific mocking the boy king, who only starred back before quickly looking away. "Now now Van, it's nothing to be ashamed about. After all, I am beautiful." He laughed that high pitched laugh of his that caused Van to grit his teeth and turn around, a stinging insult burning on the tip of his tongue. But this proved to be a mistake, for as soon as he was facing the other boy again, the albino only grabbed him again into a searing kiss, filled with fiery heat and passion.
"So what do you say, Van? I've always wanted to do it under water."
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Van woke up the next day in the stark white, cleaning fluid smelling infirmary, with a splitting headache, and stomach pains. Dazed and confused, he looked around, not remembering why or how he got there in the first place. Something nagged him at the back of his mind, something he was supposed to remember, but couldn't draw it from the deep recesses of his mind. He shrugged it off as unimportant when the nurse entered his small, box-like, curtained off section of the large room. She smiled sweetly at him, if not sympathetically. "Good morning dearie, how are you feeling today?" Her sweet, middle aged face crinkled up when she smiled, and gave Van the impression of the loving mother-type person. What she was doing in a place like this was anyone's guess.
"Fine, I guess.. Except for this headache." Van replied, shifting into a half-sitting position. The nurse handed him a strange, bitter smelling liquid, which he recoiled almost immediately from. At the woman's deep scowl, however, he grabbed the cup, downing its revolting contents with one gulp, making a face at its taste. "Ugh.that was." He stopped himself, seeing the sidelong glance coming from the formerly pleasant looking nurse, wondering how she could change so personalities so quickly. "Pfff..skitzo," he muttered under his breath, watching the nurse attend to the potted flowers on almost every surface of the infirmary, humming a cheerful tune all the while.
As soon as he was released from the infirmary, he hurried down the hallway towards his room. "Meheheh, I'm free!" He cackled, hands forming claws in front of his face. He abruptly stopped, glancing up and around, hoping no one saw his fit of silliness. Continuing on his way, looking towards the floor instead of in front of him, he found himself slammed backwards at the impact with another figure. "Watch where you're.you." He hissed, snarling, baring his teeth slightly.
"Nice to see you too, Van." The albino said, smirking at the boy seemingly glaring daggers into him.
"What.what do you want?" He said, leaning against the wall for support, eyes never leaving his pale opponent. "If you're looking for an easy fuck.." he winced at his harsh words "you're not going to find it here."
"My my Van, what language. And do you truly think sex is the only thing on my mind? I was merely bringing you these.. flowers." He motioned to a bouquet tucked under one arm, black roses dominating the morose arrangement. A crooked smile grew on his face, watching distrust mist over the boy's features. Dropping the bouquet, and swerving to press the boy against the wall in one fluid motion, his crooked smile evolved into a full- fledged grin. His two hands pressed up against the wall on either side of the boy's shoulders, his face mere millimeters away from the other's, as he spoke in a breathless voice, barely above a whisper. "Of course then. I was considering tying you up and screwing you against a wall after I had lulled you into a false sense of security." Defiant brown eyes met those of crimson; Dilandau was startled at the intensity of the others gaze, expecting a thrashing body and a few kicks instead. Van was quite surprised himself. I suppose I've gotten used to it. used to it? Since when was I used to it? He thought to himself, wondering at the same time why he was having an internal argument at a time like this. "So the little dragon's got a spine now." Dilandau chuckled breathlessly, easing himself off the prone boy, still pressed against the wall. "No matters, I'll come back later. it isn't any fun when they don't struggle." With that, he gave the boy a knowing smirk, before leaving the same way he had entered. Van waited until the other's footsteps faded before letting out a long withheld breath, smoothing his hair back with both hands.
Kneeling in front of the lake fueled by an ever-moving, ever-flowing waterfall, Van gazed into the calm water near the bank of the pool. A very different person from when he had first came starred yearningly back up at him. He reached out as if to touch the perfect image of himself, only to disturb the smooth, mirror like surface of the water. Through the deafening sounds of the waterfall, he didn't hear the boy sneaking up behind him, until it was too late.
"Oh Van, get over yourself." He heard someone chuckle behind him, feeling a pair of hands press up against his back before pushing him headfirst into the previously serene pond setting. Staying under for just a few moments, he emerged, sputtering and soaking wet. He glared towards the shore, where Li was standing, one hand on his hip, the other in his hair. "Oh Van, you should have seen your expression. Priceless." He drawled, looking over the sopping wet boy, a glimmer in his eye. "Oh lighten up Van, you can't take a joke? Don't give me that look." He walked to the lake's edge, stripping off his shirt and loose shorts, walking into the water, oblivious to the slight chill. He waded outwards to the flustered boy, his long hair fanning out behind him. He tugged at Van's own shirt, motioning towards the shore. "These will only weigh you down, take them off, and they'll be dry by the time we get out." He proceeded to untie the laces that held his shirt closed, glancing up every few seconds to smirk at the other boy's blushing face. Throwing it on the grass, he slipped his hands down to grasp the waistband of Van's pants, tilting his head sideways, waiting for the approving nod Van quickly gave. Slipping those off as well, he wrapped his arms around Van's neck, bringing their two bodies close together, wet, warm skin pressed up against wet, warm skin. "Now..tell me you don't want this Van." All Van could do was watch with wide eyes as the other boy brought his mouth against his own, kissing him deeply, hands traveling up and down his back. In the distance, a bee droned, it's wings shimmering in the bright daylight. Li pushed the limp, pliant boy up against the side of the lake, hands exploring the other's chest, a tweak here, a pinch there, and he smirked as the boy writhed beneath him. Van's legs automatically wrapped around the other's hips, bringing them closer together as he bit out a strangled moan. The dark boy's hand was now covering the space between Van's tightly closed thighs, and he was rubbing slowly, nipping at the boy's neck. It took Van a few minutes of agonizing torture before realizing the two boys weren't alone. By chance he had looked up during his seduction, and saw a figure leaning up against a tree, watching, crimson eyes focused intently on the pair in the lake. Van's breath caught in his throat, as he violently pushed Li away from him, sinking low into the water.
"Dilandau!" He exclaimed, and the captain of the dragon slayers that figure was, smirking for all he was worth. His gaze roamed down from Van's own , and into the water, while the boy flushed brightly under the intense scrutiny he was receiving. Looking up breifly, he noticed that Dilandau wasn't wearing his usual red armor, but instead a loose tunic with comfortable, loose pants.
"Of course." Van thought to himself. "He wouldn't wear his armor all the time."
"Tch, Dilandau-sama. Ruining my fun." The forgotten Li remarked, sarcasm heavy in his voice.
"It wasn't your fun to begin with." Dilandau countered smoothly. "And I suggest you run back to the Palazzo, boy. Go keep your master's bed warm." The boy sniffed, nursing his injured pride as he climbed from the lake, grabbing his cloths on his way out.
"I'll see you later, Van." He said to the dazed boy still in the lake, while Dilandau seemed unfazed by the promise in his voice.
"Now then, Van," Dilandau said, returning his attention to the young king in the lake, still gloriously nude. "Where were we?"
"No where." Van muttered, making himself as small as possible.
"Oh, I think we were right about..here." Dilandau slowly walked to the water's edge, a predatory gleam in his eye. He stripped his shirt on the way, showing off his figure, tamed by years of the fighting arts. Van couldn't help but watch, eyes flying to newly revealed skin before darting away ashamed. Dilandau paused at the waist band of his pants, drawing Van's full attention before sliding them down boyish hips, agonizingly slow, like some sort of deranged strip tease.
"You like what you see?" Dilandau asked, voice dangerously low and husky. And how could Van deny it? Dilandau was as close to perfection as humanly possible, if not more. And he knew it, and he flaunted it. Kneeling down at the bank of the lake, he bend over slightly to capture Van's mouth in his own, landing a teasing, taunting kiss there that was designed to make the other yearn for more. When he straightened again, flesh that was not usually bared to the sunlight was revealed to the boy, and Dilandau seemed neither self-conscious, nor modest, but rather smug instead. "I'm still waiting for an answer, Lord Van." He put emphasis on the honorific mocking the boy king, who only starred back before quickly looking away. "Now now Van, it's nothing to be ashamed about. After all, I am beautiful." He laughed that high pitched laugh of his that caused Van to grit his teeth and turn around, a stinging insult burning on the tip of his tongue. But this proved to be a mistake, for as soon as he was facing the other boy again, the albino only grabbed him again into a searing kiss, filled with fiery heat and passion.
"So what do you say, Van? I've always wanted to do it under water."
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