WARNING: this is a YAOI fic as it maleXmale relationships and if you don't like that then buzz off.
Oh and I don't own Dragon Knights I'm just using them to fulfill my own sick fantasy. Hey, at least I addmit it.
Note * And here is another one *
Triangles can be fun
Chapter 8
Thatz didn't have the strength to stay awake. He had fallen asleep with the puppy and woke to the growl or Rath's voice. Then with at bang the other knight was gone.
With a growing sense of loneliness the earth knight raised his head towards the slightly open door. Open? Then in the shadows of the corridor he glimpsed a small figure. Something told him not to sleep, that the thing was an enemy, but his green eyes closed regardless. Sleep had gained the upper hand again.
Garfakcy snorted closing the door as stealthily as he had opened it. Even half conscious the red head had spotted him. He was pretty good.
The blond banged boy turned to report the condition of the knight and paused. After all this time his benefactor could still surprise him with how child like he could be.
Kharl was crouched next to the door across the hall, with his eye pressed to the keyhole. He looked positively absurd.
"Kharl-sama," he whispered, "what are you doing?"
The feather haired man waved absently at him saying, "You're too young for this, go check the other one."
Garfakcy was going to argue that he just did that, but thought better of it and sat waiting for the little peep show to end.
~~ (And what you have been waiting for) Inside the room ~~
Rune tilted his head gravitating to the warmth that ghosted over his skin. The contact was slight and tantalizing drawing him even closer. Wet warmth lapped at his lips almost pleadingly, to which he opened whole-heartedly.
The fire in the elf's skin that ignited with their contact became an inferno charring any doubt to ash. He wanted Rath now and forever. And for elves that is a very big decision.
Rath was in a dream. Well it felt like one. Rune's touch had cooled a burn inside that had never healed. His lips eliminated the pain completely. Something even Cesia's touch could not do.
Not only that but Rune was kissing back. The fire knight's tongue slid along smooth perfect teeth as he brought his hands up to the elf's face. Rune flinch and Rath remembered his nightmare, and what he had promised never to do.
With a startled cry Rath nearly hurled himself across the room and against the door. Rune's blue eyes were darkened as a look of confusion came to his face. Rath was sure that tears would fall next and he rather kill himself than see that. In near panic the demon slayer was through the door and down the hall before Rune could utter a word.
At the sudden departure Rune was confusion quickly growing to anger. Something was going on here and he wanted it to end. Then he could confess to Rath and maybe part of the elf's dream could come true.
First and for most though the water knight wanted answers and he was in no mood for games. And the first victim of his newfound ire was a man laying in the hall seemingly hit by the door and run over in Rath's hasty departure.
Rune didn't notice his sudden clarity of vision as he hauled the man to a sitting position. "Who are you and what is going on? Where is this place?" he asked in a tone less than patient.
Like magic the man was suddenly standing without a hit of boot marks or dust from before. The elf ignored it though in favor of chill he suddenly felt, wrapping his arms around himself. The taller man looked at him with a sincere and gentle expression, "Last things first. You are in my home. Your friend brought you and the other here because I have experience with helping unique conditions. And firstly you may call me Crawford." The man began to lead Rune back into the room he came from, but he resisted. "Now you need your rest, come back to your room."
"No," Rune set his heals, "not until you tell me where Thatz and Rath are. I have to …" the elf staggered as the sensory fog he had forgotten came back in a nauseating wave.
Crawford smiled indulgently, "Only if you can walk across the room unaided. Doctor's orders."
Rune frowned. He could barely stay on his feet, but there was no way in hell that he was going to back down. "I don't care if you help me or not," he nearly hissed through clenched teeth, "I'm not even looking at a bed until I see them."
With a sigh the feather haired doctor looked him in the eye, "I don't think you could make it to where Rath is now. But your other friend is across the hall. If you rest after you see him, I will help you over."
Now it was the knight's turn to sigh. He knew he couldn't last long like this and who knows maybe he could face Rath with a clear mind. After a nap that is. With a nod he was swept off his feet and carried across the hall. The thousand-year-old elf squeaked but didn't protest as Thatz came into view rather quickly.
The ex-thief was spread on the modest sized bed lightly snoring. He looked so peaceful that Rune felt his own eyes drifting shut. As Crawford turned to take him out of the room he struggled again, "Just leave me here," he nearly baged, he felt the undenidlbe need to stay.
"But you friend hasen't lest much room," the doctor noted with humor in his voice.
"Room enough," Rune said trying to roll out of the man's grip. As the man set him gently on an open edge Thatz turned leaving room for the other knight. Rune curled up against the needed warmth. As a familiar arm snaked out and pulled him closer his eyes shut completely.
~~ At the top of the highest tower of the castle ~~
Rath collapsed his chest heaving with dry sobs. He was vile, depraved how else could he have given in to those carnal urges and forced himself on Rune. The elf was injured for god's sake and here was a pervert that would rather run his hands along that smooth skin for more than first aid.
The distraught knight fisted his hands in his hair as he stumbled to the low wall of the tower. There was no way he could face Rune again. To see the hate that was sure to be there. A sudden evening gust pushed him against the edge. Looking over he glanced down. This part of the tower hung over the stagnate moat a little less than a hundred feet down. Just far enough to kill this cursed body, maybe. If not surely there had do been some diseases in that filth that could finish the job.
Not elegant but effective.
~~ TBC ~~
Oh and I don't own Dragon Knights I'm just using them to fulfill my own sick fantasy. Hey, at least I addmit it.
Note * And here is another one *
Triangles can be fun
Chapter 8
Thatz didn't have the strength to stay awake. He had fallen asleep with the puppy and woke to the growl or Rath's voice. Then with at bang the other knight was gone.
With a growing sense of loneliness the earth knight raised his head towards the slightly open door. Open? Then in the shadows of the corridor he glimpsed a small figure. Something told him not to sleep, that the thing was an enemy, but his green eyes closed regardless. Sleep had gained the upper hand again.
Garfakcy snorted closing the door as stealthily as he had opened it. Even half conscious the red head had spotted him. He was pretty good.
The blond banged boy turned to report the condition of the knight and paused. After all this time his benefactor could still surprise him with how child like he could be.
Kharl was crouched next to the door across the hall, with his eye pressed to the keyhole. He looked positively absurd.
"Kharl-sama," he whispered, "what are you doing?"
The feather haired man waved absently at him saying, "You're too young for this, go check the other one."
Garfakcy was going to argue that he just did that, but thought better of it and sat waiting for the little peep show to end.
~~ (And what you have been waiting for) Inside the room ~~
Rune tilted his head gravitating to the warmth that ghosted over his skin. The contact was slight and tantalizing drawing him even closer. Wet warmth lapped at his lips almost pleadingly, to which he opened whole-heartedly.
The fire in the elf's skin that ignited with their contact became an inferno charring any doubt to ash. He wanted Rath now and forever. And for elves that is a very big decision.
Rath was in a dream. Well it felt like one. Rune's touch had cooled a burn inside that had never healed. His lips eliminated the pain completely. Something even Cesia's touch could not do.
Not only that but Rune was kissing back. The fire knight's tongue slid along smooth perfect teeth as he brought his hands up to the elf's face. Rune flinch and Rath remembered his nightmare, and what he had promised never to do.
With a startled cry Rath nearly hurled himself across the room and against the door. Rune's blue eyes were darkened as a look of confusion came to his face. Rath was sure that tears would fall next and he rather kill himself than see that. In near panic the demon slayer was through the door and down the hall before Rune could utter a word.
At the sudden departure Rune was confusion quickly growing to anger. Something was going on here and he wanted it to end. Then he could confess to Rath and maybe part of the elf's dream could come true.
First and for most though the water knight wanted answers and he was in no mood for games. And the first victim of his newfound ire was a man laying in the hall seemingly hit by the door and run over in Rath's hasty departure.
Rune didn't notice his sudden clarity of vision as he hauled the man to a sitting position. "Who are you and what is going on? Where is this place?" he asked in a tone less than patient.
Like magic the man was suddenly standing without a hit of boot marks or dust from before. The elf ignored it though in favor of chill he suddenly felt, wrapping his arms around himself. The taller man looked at him with a sincere and gentle expression, "Last things first. You are in my home. Your friend brought you and the other here because I have experience with helping unique conditions. And firstly you may call me Crawford." The man began to lead Rune back into the room he came from, but he resisted. "Now you need your rest, come back to your room."
"No," Rune set his heals, "not until you tell me where Thatz and Rath are. I have to …" the elf staggered as the sensory fog he had forgotten came back in a nauseating wave.
Crawford smiled indulgently, "Only if you can walk across the room unaided. Doctor's orders."
Rune frowned. He could barely stay on his feet, but there was no way in hell that he was going to back down. "I don't care if you help me or not," he nearly hissed through clenched teeth, "I'm not even looking at a bed until I see them."
With a sigh the feather haired doctor looked him in the eye, "I don't think you could make it to where Rath is now. But your other friend is across the hall. If you rest after you see him, I will help you over."
Now it was the knight's turn to sigh. He knew he couldn't last long like this and who knows maybe he could face Rath with a clear mind. After a nap that is. With a nod he was swept off his feet and carried across the hall. The thousand-year-old elf squeaked but didn't protest as Thatz came into view rather quickly.
The ex-thief was spread on the modest sized bed lightly snoring. He looked so peaceful that Rune felt his own eyes drifting shut. As Crawford turned to take him out of the room he struggled again, "Just leave me here," he nearly baged, he felt the undenidlbe need to stay.
"But you friend hasen't lest much room," the doctor noted with humor in his voice.
"Room enough," Rune said trying to roll out of the man's grip. As the man set him gently on an open edge Thatz turned leaving room for the other knight. Rune curled up against the needed warmth. As a familiar arm snaked out and pulled him closer his eyes shut completely.
~~ At the top of the highest tower of the castle ~~
Rath collapsed his chest heaving with dry sobs. He was vile, depraved how else could he have given in to those carnal urges and forced himself on Rune. The elf was injured for god's sake and here was a pervert that would rather run his hands along that smooth skin for more than first aid.
The distraught knight fisted his hands in his hair as he stumbled to the low wall of the tower. There was no way he could face Rune again. To see the hate that was sure to be there. A sudden evening gust pushed him against the edge. Looking over he glanced down. This part of the tower hung over the stagnate moat a little less than a hundred feet down. Just far enough to kill this cursed body, maybe. If not surely there had do been some diseases in that filth that could finish the job.
Not elegant but effective.
~~ TBC ~~