Author's Note: Thanks so much for the feedback on this. I apologize for being so long at getting more posted but with the removal of the NC-17 rating it's requiring a major rewrite of this chapter.

An unedited version will be posted elsewhere online for those that wish to see the chapter in its original state.

TEASER

Raighne made a startled noise and pushed back against the stronger elf, but couldn't dislodge himself from the kiss. His struggles faded some after a few moments, leaving him wedged between the Shadow Knight and the wall, his robes twisting open from his movments.

Llythande smirked faintly into the kiss, sliding his free arm around Raighne's waist and pulling them tightly together. He broke the kiss only after he felt the Necromancer beginning to struggle for breath. "They're right... you are a fast learner."

Raighne leaned against Llythande, whispering unsteadily as he tried to get the air his lungs were burning for. "I-I'm here.. to follow your orders, m'lord."

Stepping back, Llythande pulled on Raighne's arms and turned him to back him towards the bed. He leaned forward and nuzzled against the nervous Tier'dal's throat faintly as his hands slid beneath the robes. He kept down a moan as his hands moved freely over the smooth, dark skin. "And you're doing that perfectly."

The young Necromancer jumped at the touches, tightening his hand against Llythande's sleeves as an involuntary gasp escaped his lips. "What.. do you want me to do, m'lord?"

Llythande pulled back just enough to let his gaze rake over the other elf's face, his hand reaching up to brush the stray dark silk back on Raighne's head. He smiled then and shifted to rest on his knees as he watched the necromancer. "Remove your robe and lay it aside. Neatly... I don't believe your Master would appreciate wrinkles."

Raighne backed away a few steps in startled shock. "M'lord. Wouldn't you.. be happier with one of the other neophytes? I've been told some of them are quite talented."

Llythande gaze narrowed faintly. The change was minor but still malicious looking. His voice had taken on a low growl when he spoke again. "We are here to test the extent of your loyalty, not the extent of my patience."

Raighne kept his eyes fixed on Llythande as he untied the belt and unhooked the strap across the open top. He let the now loose material slide down his lithe form and pool at his feet. Stepping from the now discarded robe he turned and bent to gather it up. Shaking it out he placed it neatly on a chair and turns to face Llythande again. "As you wish, m'lord."

Llythande's smirk returned faintly. He tilted his head to the side and allowed his gaze move over the necromancer with undisguised lust. Not content with merely looking he stood and motioned Raighne closer. "Now it seems that I'm the one wearing too many clothes. Remove them for me."

"Yes, m'lord." Raighne's blood boiled with disgrace at being made such a spectacle of. Had he been a whore like his mother he would understand why this Shadow Knight would strip and degrade him so. But what use could this Llythande have for him? He gathered the hem of the tunic and pulled it smoothly over Llythande's head, having to stretch on his toes to get it passed the taller Tier'Dal's extended arms. After folding it neatly next to his own clothes he knelt in front of Llythande and fingered the tight leather laces before guiding them down the steely muscled legs. He gasped faintly as the Shadow Knight's arousal sprang free of the material's constraints.

Llythande reached down, running his fingers through the Necromancer's hair and guiding him closer. His fingers traced along one edge of Raighne's cheek as his breathing began to come faster. "Very good..."

Raighne finished moving the trousers down until they gathered around Llythande's ankles. He leaned towards Llythande's fingers, a faint tremble shook his body despite the burning flush that heated his cheeks. "Now what do you want me to do, m'lord?"

A change in the smirk preceeded the swift movement of Llythande's hand. Fingers raked through the black hair at the back of the necromancer's neck and caught, pulling him up onto his knees fully. The result brought Raighne's lips a breath from the hard and wanting arousal of the Shadow Knight. "Show some initiative... sometimes it's a welcome thing."

TBC.....