Chapter 3
Author's ranting - Hello again everyone, sorry I didn't post sooner but I was busy. Not too busy but busy enough to keep me from posting.or getting on-line for that matter. (Damn parents, won't let me on-line unless their home. -.- ) Thank you those who reviewed, which was all of one person (Love you Skull Bearer!) Please, pLeAsE, PLEASE! Read and Review. I need to know what you all think. Should I continue posting or just stop before I make a fool of myself? (Not that I don't do it all the time anyway but still.) Anywayz, this is chapter three! Yeahness! I feel so happy I finally got this up. This is where the story gets good, I promise. This chapter is from Raistlin's POV mostly because I didn't want Dalamar to be the main focus.I mean I like him and all but Raistlin is why I wrote this little fic. I love Raisty so much. not as much as, some other people that at this point will remain nameless, but that remains to be seen. So this is where it gets good, again I will remind you (incase you had forgotten), this is a YAUI story! This means there will be male on male sexual content. If this bothers you, leave now. (If this bothers you, I don't know why you read the story in the first place, but whatever.) So now that I'm done rambling.on with chapter 3. ^. ~
Chapter Three
I simply stare at him, bewildered. Did he just say what I think he said? Love me? How? Why? Neither of us speak for long moments; we just stare at one another, frozen in time. He no longer averts his eyes, no longer fidgets under my gaze. Good, his eyes are too beautiful to be averted constantly. Dalamar has very beautiful eyes, chestnut brown and slanted. Like most elves, he is tall and lanky, with pure, white, flawless skin. Thin, smooth hands clutch at my own, as he stares up at me with eyes full of hope. Will you tell him, or will you shun him like you have everyone else. Will you shun him like everyone else shuns him, turn him away like everyone else has. That voice, I remember that voice; I've heard that voice before. I have no idea how to answer this, I don't even know how to react to this new chain of events. I need time to think. I have to be alone. This is too much for me right now. I feel my lungs contracting; I try to choke back the on coming spasm, with little luck. I quickly pull my hands from his; reaching inside my robes, I pull out my cloth and quickly cover my mouth. It bubbles up from the depths of my sprit; the cough, that blasted damnable cough. I traded my health for my magic; this is price I pay. It racks my body for several long moments.
I clutch the cloth to my mouth, doubling over in pain, Dalamar reaches for me but I wave him away. The pain and the coughing soon subside; I ease back into my chair gasping for breath as I whip the bloody forth form my lips. Dalamar places a hand on my knee.
"Shalafi, are you alright? Can I get you something?" His chestnut eyes full of fear. I nod.
"M.my.tea, Dalamar. Bring my tea and leave me."
"But." He stood now, greater fear and worry in his slanted eyes.
"Leave me!" I said more sternly. "I will send for you."
"Yes, Shalafi." He bows and leaves the room quickly. What am I to do? That foolish boy says he loves me, dose he know I tried to kill my own twin brother? Dose he know all I care about is myself? Well.no. My words are cruel, harsh, and wrong. I do care about him; I have since he came to me. Dark and beautiful, bowing calling me, Shalafi, master. Now I've everything; Dark one, evil, golden mage, freak, sly. I've been called all of that, powerful, cunning, treacherous, cynical, sarcastic; but never have I been called that, never master. He uses that word so freely in my presents. So will you tell him? Will you tell him how you feel; or, could you be.afraid? No! I'm never afraid, only cautious. I don't want to be hurt again. Love almost killed me once; I won't let that happen again. Come now, Raistlin. Do you really think that Dalamar would say such things and not mean it? Do you think you will just be another notch on his bedpost? Well.no.but.
I shake the voice from my head. "Stop patronizing me!" I say all too loudly in the quiet room. I take another sip of tea.tea. Dalamar must have brought it in when I was lost in thought. I smile, not at all meaning to. I think, I will tell him. I trust him enough to sleep near me, in the same tower, in the room just next to mine. If I let him sleep that close, why can he not sleep with me? Do I have to be lonely forever? No, no longer will I stand to be alone. I stand up slowly and move to sit at my desk; lowering myself carefully into the high-backed wooden chair, I summon Dalamar to me.
I don't have to wait long; he practically runs down the hall upon hearing my summons. He's probably worried; he's probably scared. Scared that I'm angry, scared that I'll turn him away. I smile inwardly; he will certainly be surprised. I listen with great amusement as he approaches the door to my chambers. He stops at the door, taking great care in straitening and smoothing his robes before he reaches for the handle.
"Enter." I say just before he knocks. I do love playing with him like this. He always wonders how I know he is outside my door; how I know when he is just about to knock. He will never know. The door opens slowly. He bows as he enters.
"You sent for me, Shalafi." He dose not look at me when he straitens, shutting the door quietly behind him.
"Dalamar, I have something to tell you." He looks up, his eyes wide, and starts to speak rapidly, trying to explain his earlier actions.
"My apologies Shalafi. I did not mean to offend. What I said, I was out of line." He turns his head in sham and closes his eyes. "I understand if you wish never to see me again, if you wish to send me away." Something shatters deep within me.
"Dalamar, I love you too."
".But I had to let you know how I felt. How I fell." He bows low before me. "Forgive.." He stops in mid-sentence, looking up in shock. Question fills his beautiful brown eyes. ".What did you say?" I rise slowly, walking around the desk to stand in front of him. I place my hand lightly upon his shoulder, surprised to find the warm skin beneath tremble. I give his shoulder a gentle squeeze, fingering the fine black velvet of his robes as I speak.
"I said," I start to repeat myself slowly, my voice soft as not to scare him. "That I too have felt this way since you first started apprenticing within my tower."
"Shalafi?" a whispered question with so many plains, I found difficulty in choosing which to clarify first.
"One should always be true to one's feelings; if, and only if, they are prepared to deal with the consequences." My hand slid from robed shoulder to naked neck, pulling him toward me. My other hand encircles his waist, bringing us together in this long awaited embrace. I brush my lips acrossed his once, and then again; harder this time, I want to taste him, saver him. He sighs against my lips parting them ever so slightly, allowing me a chance to deepen the kiss. I slip my tongue between his parted lips, entering the honeyed space. His taste is sweet, sweeter than any candy I have ever tasted. He has a very distinct flavor, mint and clover, I think.
He yields to me as I kiss him repeatedly; years of pent up emotion spilling from me like the ocean water on to the sand. Chin, cheek, neck, it is all so good, so sweet. He moans my name, his name for me, deep and throaty; such a primal sound to come from such a beautiful creature. His arms encircle me, caressing my back, pulling me closer to him; if that was even possible. As I suck at the base of his neck, my eye dart quickly around the room, I suddenly remember where we are. I mentally kick myself; my study is no place to have such an intimate meeting. I wrap my arms tightly around Dalamar's waist, pulling him to me, embracing him like one would a dear friend or maybe a child. I concentrate upon my own mind, whispering the spidery incantation that would takes us to a more suitable place, where we could continue, undisturbed.
Black, upon black, upon black. My room is nothing but black. Black walls, black carpets, black bedclothes.everything black; even the canopy over my bed is black. I don't like any other color. Call me meticulous, call me stubborn, call me crazy; I don't care. I like the color black; or more the absents of color black. Whichever you prefer. Since I dawned the black robes, I have found I am very fond of the color. It is very mysterious, very quiet, and very dark; much like myself. Now that I think about it, the only things of color in my room are the dozen or so white, lavender-scented candles I use for light, and the Dragon Orb. The Dragon Orb happens to be a green color but it too is very dark. I wave my hand from one side of the room to the other in a sweeping motion, "Shirak." At my command, the candles I placed around the room for light burst into flames, showering the room in an eerie, white light. Now, we may continue. I turn hands still at Dalamar's waist, and walk backward, pulling him with me toward the bed in the center of the room.
Trembling, ivory fingers at my waist try to undo my belt to no avail. I push his hands away, releasing first his and then my own belt. I set him gently upon the bed. Black velvet fell from pale shoulders, exposing a well- built chest, stomach, and. by the Goddess! He wears nothing underneath his robes! I smile inwardly; this is to my advantage after all. I step forward, placing both hands on his shoulders, pushing at him, encouraging him to lie down. He did so and I was atop him again; kissing him hungrily, devouring his sweetness for myself. He kisses back, with as much if not more force than I, doubling my passion with his own. Take it from one who knows, Elves are very passionate creatures. Thin, white hands caress my neck and glide smoothly down to push away the remains of my robes. He seems pleased; I flush slightly, I have never had anyone look upon me like that. His eyes practically devour me, and I feel his breath catch in his lungs; he is surprised. I may do nothing but study my spells and work in the lab all day, but what I do is by no means stress-less. My body undergoes stress every second of ever day, do to that damnable cough and my frailty. My body may not be much, but I will offer it freely.to him.only him.
We kiss feverishly for some time, until he manages to wriggle his hands between us and find my very ready, very hard cock. My hands grasp and his shoulders, bracing, hanging on for I fear if I let go, I would faint. Our foreheads, noses and lips are pressed together, we are almost one. I moan his nave as his skilled hands, mages hands, work their magic upon me.
With very little effort, he rolls so he is on top of me. His hands are everywhere, they are all over me; gliding, caressing, touching, pumping me. I don't know if I can take much more of this. I feel as if my whole world was about to crash down around me, leaving me to float in a vast, dark abyss of pleasure when, all of a sudden, everything just stops. He.he's gone. I open my eyes warily; expecting to be alone again, only to find him poised over me smiling. That is the wickedest smile I have ever seen cross his lips, I have to say it is quite enticing. He moves slowly, almost as if under water, I can't believe this is happening! His eyes sparkle with a mischievous light as his tongue snakes out to touch the tip of my erection. I grip the sheets to keep from clawing at him; I don't want to hurt him, but it feel so good, I want all that he can give me and more. His head bobs up and down on me; I feel the upon me, I can't take much more. I clutch the back of his head, digging my fingers into his scalp, and let out a cry of pure joy. Shuddering, I silently thank my goddess for sending him to me.
When the convolutions cease, I open my eyes halfway and look down at him; he licks his lips like a satisfied cat after lapping up a bowl of cream. He smiles triumphantly.
"Spent already Shalafi? But we are only just beginning." He took me into his arms; I am surrounded by his wonderful sent. The sent of freshly baked bread and sweet fruits.
"Raistlin." I panted, cuddling as close as possible to him; wrapping my arms him tightly.
"What did you say?" He dose not listen very well dose he? I prop myself up on one elbow, looking at him intently.
"Here, we are equals. Call me Raistlin." Now I smile too. "And you are correct, my eager apprentice. We are not done yet. I will show you why I am the master and you are the student."
End Chapter 3
Authors notes: So how did you like it? Was it good? Please, oh please tell me what you think! I can't stand the suspense. : Runs around like a small rabbit on speed: I have to know. This is only the first of two very 'good' chapters, so if you guys like it I may continue, but if you don't I see no reason to continue posting. I need your feed back, or I won't know how to improve and what to do. I enjoy writing, but I can't improve if no one will honestly tell me what blows big wind. If, of course, anyone dose think it stinks, I want to know! I love constructive criticism. : Cries as she's hit upside the head with a pillow by Onna Shinigami: All right so I don't take it very well, but I'm willing to try. Anywayz thanks for reading and please join us for the next chapter. : Taps the computer screen: and yes, there will be another chapter; don't like it.too bad. : Laughs like a maniac: Ah ha ha ha! Maw ha ha ha! HA HA HA. : Screen is slowly fading to black. We here Raistlin's voice in the background:
"Are you quite done over there? Some of us are trying to have some romantic time. You know without you laughing like a manic."
: Author is hit from behind with yet another pillow: Ok. Ok I'm done now.fade to black already. : Author mumbles about everyone always taking away her fun: Good-bye everyone, see you real soon.
Author's ranting - Hello again everyone, sorry I didn't post sooner but I was busy. Not too busy but busy enough to keep me from posting.or getting on-line for that matter. (Damn parents, won't let me on-line unless their home. -.- ) Thank you those who reviewed, which was all of one person (Love you Skull Bearer!) Please, pLeAsE, PLEASE! Read and Review. I need to know what you all think. Should I continue posting or just stop before I make a fool of myself? (Not that I don't do it all the time anyway but still.) Anywayz, this is chapter three! Yeahness! I feel so happy I finally got this up. This is where the story gets good, I promise. This chapter is from Raistlin's POV mostly because I didn't want Dalamar to be the main focus.I mean I like him and all but Raistlin is why I wrote this little fic. I love Raisty so much. not as much as, some other people that at this point will remain nameless, but that remains to be seen. So this is where it gets good, again I will remind you (incase you had forgotten), this is a YAUI story! This means there will be male on male sexual content. If this bothers you, leave now. (If this bothers you, I don't know why you read the story in the first place, but whatever.) So now that I'm done rambling.on with chapter 3. ^. ~
Chapter Three
I simply stare at him, bewildered. Did he just say what I think he said? Love me? How? Why? Neither of us speak for long moments; we just stare at one another, frozen in time. He no longer averts his eyes, no longer fidgets under my gaze. Good, his eyes are too beautiful to be averted constantly. Dalamar has very beautiful eyes, chestnut brown and slanted. Like most elves, he is tall and lanky, with pure, white, flawless skin. Thin, smooth hands clutch at my own, as he stares up at me with eyes full of hope. Will you tell him, or will you shun him like you have everyone else. Will you shun him like everyone else shuns him, turn him away like everyone else has. That voice, I remember that voice; I've heard that voice before. I have no idea how to answer this, I don't even know how to react to this new chain of events. I need time to think. I have to be alone. This is too much for me right now. I feel my lungs contracting; I try to choke back the on coming spasm, with little luck. I quickly pull my hands from his; reaching inside my robes, I pull out my cloth and quickly cover my mouth. It bubbles up from the depths of my sprit; the cough, that blasted damnable cough. I traded my health for my magic; this is price I pay. It racks my body for several long moments.
I clutch the cloth to my mouth, doubling over in pain, Dalamar reaches for me but I wave him away. The pain and the coughing soon subside; I ease back into my chair gasping for breath as I whip the bloody forth form my lips. Dalamar places a hand on my knee.
"Shalafi, are you alright? Can I get you something?" His chestnut eyes full of fear. I nod.
"M.my.tea, Dalamar. Bring my tea and leave me."
"But." He stood now, greater fear and worry in his slanted eyes.
"Leave me!" I said more sternly. "I will send for you."
"Yes, Shalafi." He bows and leaves the room quickly. What am I to do? That foolish boy says he loves me, dose he know I tried to kill my own twin brother? Dose he know all I care about is myself? Well.no. My words are cruel, harsh, and wrong. I do care about him; I have since he came to me. Dark and beautiful, bowing calling me, Shalafi, master. Now I've everything; Dark one, evil, golden mage, freak, sly. I've been called all of that, powerful, cunning, treacherous, cynical, sarcastic; but never have I been called that, never master. He uses that word so freely in my presents. So will you tell him? Will you tell him how you feel; or, could you be.afraid? No! I'm never afraid, only cautious. I don't want to be hurt again. Love almost killed me once; I won't let that happen again. Come now, Raistlin. Do you really think that Dalamar would say such things and not mean it? Do you think you will just be another notch on his bedpost? Well.no.but.
I shake the voice from my head. "Stop patronizing me!" I say all too loudly in the quiet room. I take another sip of tea.tea. Dalamar must have brought it in when I was lost in thought. I smile, not at all meaning to. I think, I will tell him. I trust him enough to sleep near me, in the same tower, in the room just next to mine. If I let him sleep that close, why can he not sleep with me? Do I have to be lonely forever? No, no longer will I stand to be alone. I stand up slowly and move to sit at my desk; lowering myself carefully into the high-backed wooden chair, I summon Dalamar to me.
I don't have to wait long; he practically runs down the hall upon hearing my summons. He's probably worried; he's probably scared. Scared that I'm angry, scared that I'll turn him away. I smile inwardly; he will certainly be surprised. I listen with great amusement as he approaches the door to my chambers. He stops at the door, taking great care in straitening and smoothing his robes before he reaches for the handle.
"Enter." I say just before he knocks. I do love playing with him like this. He always wonders how I know he is outside my door; how I know when he is just about to knock. He will never know. The door opens slowly. He bows as he enters.
"You sent for me, Shalafi." He dose not look at me when he straitens, shutting the door quietly behind him.
"Dalamar, I have something to tell you." He looks up, his eyes wide, and starts to speak rapidly, trying to explain his earlier actions.
"My apologies Shalafi. I did not mean to offend. What I said, I was out of line." He turns his head in sham and closes his eyes. "I understand if you wish never to see me again, if you wish to send me away." Something shatters deep within me.
"Dalamar, I love you too."
".But I had to let you know how I felt. How I fell." He bows low before me. "Forgive.." He stops in mid-sentence, looking up in shock. Question fills his beautiful brown eyes. ".What did you say?" I rise slowly, walking around the desk to stand in front of him. I place my hand lightly upon his shoulder, surprised to find the warm skin beneath tremble. I give his shoulder a gentle squeeze, fingering the fine black velvet of his robes as I speak.
"I said," I start to repeat myself slowly, my voice soft as not to scare him. "That I too have felt this way since you first started apprenticing within my tower."
"Shalafi?" a whispered question with so many plains, I found difficulty in choosing which to clarify first.
"One should always be true to one's feelings; if, and only if, they are prepared to deal with the consequences." My hand slid from robed shoulder to naked neck, pulling him toward me. My other hand encircles his waist, bringing us together in this long awaited embrace. I brush my lips acrossed his once, and then again; harder this time, I want to taste him, saver him. He sighs against my lips parting them ever so slightly, allowing me a chance to deepen the kiss. I slip my tongue between his parted lips, entering the honeyed space. His taste is sweet, sweeter than any candy I have ever tasted. He has a very distinct flavor, mint and clover, I think.
He yields to me as I kiss him repeatedly; years of pent up emotion spilling from me like the ocean water on to the sand. Chin, cheek, neck, it is all so good, so sweet. He moans my name, his name for me, deep and throaty; such a primal sound to come from such a beautiful creature. His arms encircle me, caressing my back, pulling me closer to him; if that was even possible. As I suck at the base of his neck, my eye dart quickly around the room, I suddenly remember where we are. I mentally kick myself; my study is no place to have such an intimate meeting. I wrap my arms tightly around Dalamar's waist, pulling him to me, embracing him like one would a dear friend or maybe a child. I concentrate upon my own mind, whispering the spidery incantation that would takes us to a more suitable place, where we could continue, undisturbed.
Black, upon black, upon black. My room is nothing but black. Black walls, black carpets, black bedclothes.everything black; even the canopy over my bed is black. I don't like any other color. Call me meticulous, call me stubborn, call me crazy; I don't care. I like the color black; or more the absents of color black. Whichever you prefer. Since I dawned the black robes, I have found I am very fond of the color. It is very mysterious, very quiet, and very dark; much like myself. Now that I think about it, the only things of color in my room are the dozen or so white, lavender-scented candles I use for light, and the Dragon Orb. The Dragon Orb happens to be a green color but it too is very dark. I wave my hand from one side of the room to the other in a sweeping motion, "Shirak." At my command, the candles I placed around the room for light burst into flames, showering the room in an eerie, white light. Now, we may continue. I turn hands still at Dalamar's waist, and walk backward, pulling him with me toward the bed in the center of the room.
Trembling, ivory fingers at my waist try to undo my belt to no avail. I push his hands away, releasing first his and then my own belt. I set him gently upon the bed. Black velvet fell from pale shoulders, exposing a well- built chest, stomach, and. by the Goddess! He wears nothing underneath his robes! I smile inwardly; this is to my advantage after all. I step forward, placing both hands on his shoulders, pushing at him, encouraging him to lie down. He did so and I was atop him again; kissing him hungrily, devouring his sweetness for myself. He kisses back, with as much if not more force than I, doubling my passion with his own. Take it from one who knows, Elves are very passionate creatures. Thin, white hands caress my neck and glide smoothly down to push away the remains of my robes. He seems pleased; I flush slightly, I have never had anyone look upon me like that. His eyes practically devour me, and I feel his breath catch in his lungs; he is surprised. I may do nothing but study my spells and work in the lab all day, but what I do is by no means stress-less. My body undergoes stress every second of ever day, do to that damnable cough and my frailty. My body may not be much, but I will offer it freely.to him.only him.
We kiss feverishly for some time, until he manages to wriggle his hands between us and find my very ready, very hard cock. My hands grasp and his shoulders, bracing, hanging on for I fear if I let go, I would faint. Our foreheads, noses and lips are pressed together, we are almost one. I moan his nave as his skilled hands, mages hands, work their magic upon me.
With very little effort, he rolls so he is on top of me. His hands are everywhere, they are all over me; gliding, caressing, touching, pumping me. I don't know if I can take much more of this. I feel as if my whole world was about to crash down around me, leaving me to float in a vast, dark abyss of pleasure when, all of a sudden, everything just stops. He.he's gone. I open my eyes warily; expecting to be alone again, only to find him poised over me smiling. That is the wickedest smile I have ever seen cross his lips, I have to say it is quite enticing. He moves slowly, almost as if under water, I can't believe this is happening! His eyes sparkle with a mischievous light as his tongue snakes out to touch the tip of my erection. I grip the sheets to keep from clawing at him; I don't want to hurt him, but it feel so good, I want all that he can give me and more. His head bobs up and down on me; I feel the upon me, I can't take much more. I clutch the back of his head, digging my fingers into his scalp, and let out a cry of pure joy. Shuddering, I silently thank my goddess for sending him to me.
When the convolutions cease, I open my eyes halfway and look down at him; he licks his lips like a satisfied cat after lapping up a bowl of cream. He smiles triumphantly.
"Spent already Shalafi? But we are only just beginning." He took me into his arms; I am surrounded by his wonderful sent. The sent of freshly baked bread and sweet fruits.
"Raistlin." I panted, cuddling as close as possible to him; wrapping my arms him tightly.
"What did you say?" He dose not listen very well dose he? I prop myself up on one elbow, looking at him intently.
"Here, we are equals. Call me Raistlin." Now I smile too. "And you are correct, my eager apprentice. We are not done yet. I will show you why I am the master and you are the student."
End Chapter 3
Authors notes: So how did you like it? Was it good? Please, oh please tell me what you think! I can't stand the suspense. : Runs around like a small rabbit on speed: I have to know. This is only the first of two very 'good' chapters, so if you guys like it I may continue, but if you don't I see no reason to continue posting. I need your feed back, or I won't know how to improve and what to do. I enjoy writing, but I can't improve if no one will honestly tell me what blows big wind. If, of course, anyone dose think it stinks, I want to know! I love constructive criticism. : Cries as she's hit upside the head with a pillow by Onna Shinigami: All right so I don't take it very well, but I'm willing to try. Anywayz thanks for reading and please join us for the next chapter. : Taps the computer screen: and yes, there will be another chapter; don't like it.too bad. : Laughs like a maniac: Ah ha ha ha! Maw ha ha ha! HA HA HA. : Screen is slowly fading to black. We here Raistlin's voice in the background:
"Are you quite done over there? Some of us are trying to have some romantic time. You know without you laughing like a manic."
: Author is hit from behind with yet another pillow: Ok. Ok I'm done now.fade to black already. : Author mumbles about everyone always taking away her fun: Good-bye everyone, see you real soon.