So, here is chapter . . .6? Yeah, 6. And I have a warning: it gets sorta lemony. Um, so NO FLAMES!! I gave a warning!! It's all fair! If you don't like BoyxBoy relationships just skip the first half of this chapter. Thank you! Oh, And while I'm at it, I might as well mention that I don't own Any of the Characters mentioned in Escaflowne. Thanks for reading!!
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Van resigned himself to sitting quietly on the bed as Dilandau lost himself in the smells of some incense he had found on his nightstand that morning, the note that accompanied it had said 'burn this slowly' and that's what Dilandau had done.
"Van, come sit next to me, angel," Dilandau said rather slowly as he patted the carpet next to him.
Van had been irked since last night when he had failed to escape out the window. After that, things had simply gotten weirder and weirder. Van shook his head in disgust. He was not letting that creep near him again. Dilandau got an extremely annoyed look on his face. Instead, Dilandau decided he would have to go and crawl over to his savior angel. The incense was infiltrating Vans senses bit by bit and he suddenly found he couldn't concentrate correctly. He gripped the sheets to try not to fall over. He was feeling so dizzy, he fell back on the bed anyhow to try to and ground himself. Even opening his eyes would have been too much . . . It was that incense . . .
Dilandau laid Van down and took a deep breath. This scent was so beautiful, it let him drift away. He trailed a lazy finger along Van's chest, reveling in the feel of his peach-fuzz soft skin. The albino boy laid his head against Van's heart. He was so warm, and alive. So unlike his life, full of stagnant death. His tongue instinctively reached out to taste the flesh so close to his mouth.
Van drew in a sharp breath of surprise when he felt Dilandau flick his tongue out across his skin. So, this is what gets under the Dragon's skin? Dilandau smiled and turned his mouth's attentions to Van completely. He drew his kisses up Van's neck, sending sensations up and down Van's spine. A pale hand wound itself into his dark, wild hair. Van arched up against Dilandau's wet fingers slowly circling his nipples. Van elicited a soft moan. Dilandau noticed that the Fanelian boy was no longer just warm, he was hot. He captured Van's trembling lips with his own and slid the tip of his tongue just inside them. Van bravely reached up to feel who this other was. He felt cold, unnaturally smooth skin, how could someone be this cold? Van encircled the frigid body with his arms and held it close. Van's warmth melted into Dilandau, it made him realize his need for his angel.
"Va~an . . ." the albino boy whispered, "Angel . . .".
Van forced his heavy eyelids to open, and did nothing when he recognized it as his sworn enemy that was pleasuring him. Dilandau tossed his legs over Van so that he straddled him. No one had ever struck Dilandau as really being beautiful before, but, heaven had made a true mistake when they let this angel go.
"Damn, your lovely . . ." Dilandau mused as he sat up admire sight beneath him.
Van's eyes suddenly turned concerned, begging Dilandau to please, not stop. Dilandau's look turned coy, as he realized he'd found another weakness of the Fanelian King. The taunt of doing nothing, or moving unbearably slow motivated Dilandau. He licked his lips and delayed the decent of his mouth onto the Angel's areola. Van forced himself to breath as Dilandau continued his ministrations. Van was amazed at the tenderness this hardened warrior could exhibit with just his tongue. Dilandau started moving his kisses lower, keeping pace to match molasses. While a hand went ahead and prepared the Fanelian boy.
Dilandau was ecstatic! His angel had finally found him, the one other being that felt better than death. Moreover, his angel was going to take him to heaven. He seemed intent on memorizing Van's body with his mouth. Dilandau's fingers slid the pants of the dark skinned boy down, revealing his angel in all of his glory.
~ No underwear, interesting ~ thought Dilandau.
For a fleeting moment, Van wondered if he was following the right path, letting this cold-blooded killer take him like this. Why was he being so compliant? Dilandau suddenly swallowed him base to tip and immediately halted that train of thought. Van lost all coherencies to the stars as Dilandau began swirling his tongue around the head faster and faster.
"Ah!" Van gasped at the intense emotions he was thrown into.
Dilandau smiled inwardly at the interesting noises he was hearing shouted from the lips of his newest and only lover. He felt the strength of the king in his hips, as he continually had to hold them down to keep Van from bucking into him. Van threw his head back onto the pillows hard, the heat was growing inside him and it did not stop.
In hours and no time at all, Van came into Dilandau's mouth. He managed to swallow most of it, but didn't really take the time to clean up. Van's breath was heavy and labored. His raven-black hair had matted itself to his forehead and his skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, but the Albino was just getting started. Dilandau hastily removed his own pants and violet tank top. Van looked at Dilandau questioningly, what more in Gaia could they do? Dilandau just smiled and took them to heaven on a feather-coated cloud.
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"I can find Van with this here pink pendant of mine," Hitomi declared, and finished another glass of vino.
Allen giggled and retorted, "But, Hitomi-love, you're so drunk you couldn't find your nose with that pendant of yours.
He put the fifth empty bottle upside-down in the bucket of ice and almost fell out of his chair laughing at Hitomi. Who was trying to find her nose with her pendant, but kept missing and ended up bonking her ears several times. Gaddes sighed and shook his head at the two. To bad they were both too drunk to know that Zaibach had totally devastated the Crusade, even if they had managed to go into hiding in the Fanelian forests. Allen-san had been too careless, that stupid girl from the Mystic moon was causing nothing but trouble. Even if he did have a reputation, now was most decidedly not the time for it! They had left their post, and the last heir of an entire country was in their charge of protection! They needed to go and rescue him!
"Ah-hem! Allen, sir, I should think we have more pressing matters to deal with than a good joke over vino," he decided to press onto his commander.
Upon hearing the reminder from Gaddes, Allen straitened up, "Yes, of course, Gaddes. Hitomi, please allow this fine young man escort you to your room. I need to get back to the deck." Allen hiccupped and stumbled out of the room.
Gaddes groaned at the realization that he had received the responsibility of taking the overly drunk girl to her quarters. He picked her up by the waist and flung her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, knowing she would most likely pass out before he got her there. ~ Nobody should drink this much during a war ~ Gaddes thought to himself. He made a mental note not to stalk the Crusade with more wine until the war was over.
"Hey! You perrty person you, *hic* where are you going to be taking me, now?" Hitomi asked, but Gaddes could barely make it out and just ignored her mumbling the rest of the way.
When Gaddes was finally able to get back to the main deck, he found the guys puzzling over what to do with a very passed out Allen, hugging a bottle of vino he had somehow picked up along the way. Gaddes rubbed his forehead, not looking forward to the following morning when he knew he would have two people with very bad hangovers on his hands. He started shouting orders at the remaining crew, beginning with getting Allen to his sleeping chambers. . .
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It was already noon and Dilandau-sama had still not shown up yet! This had to stop! Guimel had resorted to becoming second in command, and it was not going smoothly. Enough of the boys, especially the younger ones, had consented to his command, but things were still haywire. Ever since Gatti, Miguel and Chesta had decided to go inactive, nobody else seemed motivated. If only Dilandau would bother with them anymore! The whole group was desperate for his attentions, even if it was painful. If the only sort of physical contact they got with him was the split second he hit them, that was one split second more than now.
Dalet had turned into a total peacock, absolutely refusing to wear the uniform, and only donned the latest foreign fashion. Chesta never showed up anymore, he was becoming quite the cook down in the kitchens. Miguel usually stayed in bed, and randomly came out to challenge the world to a duel with swords. Every body scattered when that happened now, last time he'd put Viole in the infirmary.
Things had taken a sudden 180 in only three of four days. It only proved one thing about Dilandau-sama, you couldn't live with him, and you couldn't live without him. Guimel continued to instruct one of the thirteen year olds in how to hold his sword correctly. Viole wasn't any help, he just kept shamelessly beating the same few boys over and over.
Then there was Gatti. He'd fallen into the worst state. Guimel was sure something had transpired between Gatti their Captain that one night that he didn't come back. He just didn't know exactly what. They had all taken abuse from their commander for quite some time, Gatti more than most, so what could have caused him to go into such a depression? Guimel's deep thinking had caused him to lose the dual and he called time out for the group that was still willing to train.
He went to the showers to clear out his mind. As of late, Gatti had been found with sliced wrists, almost hanged himself, overdosed on pain killers, oh, and there was the time that he had threatened to jump off of the Vione. What could Albatou-sama have done to him to make him so desperate to commit suicide? Especially because he had not come back with any signs of physical damage. That would only leave verbal abuse, and Dilandau didn't have a very large range of insults, he knew. Even Dilandau doing his absolute worst with only words, Gatti was strong enough to withstand any of that.
Guimel found that his wandering thoughts had brought him to the object of his thoughts, Dilandau-sama's corridor. He froze in place when he saw who was peeking into Dilandau-sama's bedroom.
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And that be-eth the endth of the 6th chapter – eth!!!!! You guys won't have a clue what I have planned for the next chapter!!! Gya-ha-ha!!! Please review and tell me what you think, and like I said at the top, no flames! I gave you a warning and if you didn't read it that's your fault. Sorry! Thanx much!!