Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or places from Sorcerer's Apprentice. Those belong to Disney
Summary: After the duel with Morgana, Dave and Balthazar realize they want something beyond their master-and-apprentice relationship.
A/N: My first fanfic in this genre, please R&R, criticism welcome, but don't flame, please.
"And your old man shoes!" Dave slumped over Balthazar's chest, his energy fading after firing so many plasma balls. Just as he'd given up hope, he felt Balthazar's heart beat against his chest.
"I had a dream," his groggy voice whispered. "You were insulting me, over and over…" He gave Dave a speculative look.
"I-I wasn't!" Dave said as he leaned back.
"You're a horrible liar, David." Balthazar chuckled as he sat up. "I take it we won."
"Yeah, but … I couldn't save her… Veronica."
"I lost her when she first fused with Morgana. I knew it was a possibility that they would never be separated," Balthazar sighed. Dave handed him the necklace, but he refused it. "Keep it. Give it to Becky."
"I don't think I can," Dave said quietly. "Defeating Morgana made me realize: I don't want to be normal anymore. I have this gift, and I don't want to take away Becky's life here. She's got her radio show and her studies, and it just wouldn't work."
"That's what I was trying to tell you this entire time," Balthazar sighed. "There are still Morganians out there. Even if they can't bring back Morgana, they can cause a lot of trouble. You'll need training." Balthazar stood and dusted off his coat.
"I just defeated Morgana. I don't think I need training!" Dave shouted.
"And what did you use?"
"I made Tesla coils out of wiring and the lamp posts, and them I plasma-balled her to death."
"That takes time. What if you face more than one opponent? You need precision and control. You need a master," Balthazar smirked.
Before Dave could respond, they heard feet on the pavement. "DAVE!" Becky raced into the park and hugged him. "You did it! And I didn't fall!"
"Becky, there's something we need to talk about," Dave said awkwardly. He guided her away and minutes later, a loud SLAP was heard, and Balthazar saw Becky running away from the park. "She took it better than I thought," Dave muttered as he rubbed his cheek.
"Come on. We have training to do," Balthazar chuckled.
As they reached the lab, Balthazar took a look at his charge. The boy was clever and extremely powerful, and something made Balthazar want to control that power, hone it, make it sharper. He knew it was selfish, but something about Dave drew him in. "So, are you going to try and reopen your shop?" Dave asked suddenly.
"Why? It was only a front to find you," Balthazar said evenly. "I will miss my collection from my travels, but I don't need it."
"Oh," Dave looked at the circle. "Hey, Balthazar?"
"Yes, Dave?" Balthazar heard something in the younger man's voice. He wasn't sure if it was fear or uncertainty. He stepped closer, and saw a shiver run up Dave's spine. Something about the response sparked a fire in Balthazar.
"I," Dave cleared his throat. "I wanted to thank you, for… well, everything."
Balthazar gave him a curious look. "It was my duty as Merlin's apprentice to train his successor. You don't need to thank me, Dave."
"It's just… when I realized your heart had stopped, mine did too. I realized, I couldn't lose you, Balthazar. You've given me so much, and all I ever thought about was my life, my normal, average life. When I thought you were gone completely, I felt like a part of me might die to, and I don't know why. It's stupid, and I know I'm not a great sorcerer yet, but I want to be, and…" Dave hadn't seen Balthazar move until the older man's lips were on his. He made a small whimpering noise and melted, looping his arms around Balthazar's neck and molding himself against the other man.
"You talk too much, David," Balthazar smirked as he pulled away. Dave stood in shock for a moment before he suddenly went limp and collapsed in Balthazar's arms. "I was wondering when you'd drop," Balthazar smiled softly. He flicked his hand and turned off the lights in the lab before taking David up to the makeshift apartment he'd set up above the lab. He knew that defeating Morgana would have sapped most of Dave's strength; he was actually surprised the young man had been able to restart his heart at all. He tousled Dave's hair and resisted the urge to kiss him again when Dave leaned into the touch.
Dave blinked as he looked at the unfamiliar ceiling above him. It reminded him of the lab's subterranean ceiling, and while he had fallen asleep in the lab before, there had never been a bed. He sat up and glanced down at himself. Did he even own silk pajamas?
"If you're awake, come out and have breakfast," Balthazar's voice floated through the door. Dave jumped and suddenly he remembered the kiss. He blushed and scrambled from the bed, hoping to get answers from his "master".
"YOU KISSED ME!" he pointed a finger at the man currently placing a light breakfast on a small table. Balthazar looked up and raised an eyebrow as he sank into his chair.
"I don't remember you complaining," Balthazar smirked. Dave's cheeks bloomed a rosy red as he shuffled toward the table and plopped into the seat opposite Balthazar.
"You didn't have to change my clothes," Dave muttered. "Now you're just going to make fun of my scrawniness, aren't you?"
"Dave, I didn't strip you to change your clothes," Balthazar held up his ring. Again, Dave flushed and stared at his food. "Now, eat. We have training to get to, and you're letting the eggs get cold. And for the record, I would never make fun of your body. I rather like it just the way it is." Dave choked on the juice he'd been sipping and stared at Balthazar. "What?"
"You… that kiss… the way you always save me with those eyes… why are you so confusing?" Dave threw his hands in the air.
"Maybe it's my 'old man shoes'," Balthazar chuckled as he watched the younger man turn a rather cute shade of red. Dave huffed and stood from his chair, quickly moving to go back to the small bedroom and ignore Balthazar's teasing. He felt a hand on his arm, but refused to turn around to see Balthazar's face. "And where do you think you're going?" Balthazar said from behind him. "Since you have decided against breakfast, I suggest we start training early this morning."
"But I'm in pajamas!" Dave hissed, turning to face him and gesturing to the silk adorning him.
"Dave, how many times do I have to remind you that you're a sorcerer before it sinks in?" Balthazar sighed. Dave's face flushed and he fiddled with the hem of his shirt. "Concentrate on the clothing you want to wear and make the outfit change to your will."
"Yeah, I can do that," Dave nodded. Balthazar sat back and simply watched as Dave closed his eyes to concentrate on his outfit. The loose silk pants slowly molded to Dave's legs, encasing them like a second skin. Balthazar's eyes widened as the buttons on Dave's shirt slowly unbuttoned from the top, revealing the creamy skin beneath. As each button came undone, they ripped from the shirt, pinging against the opposite wall. The shirt hung open to reveal just how form fitting the pants were. They hung low on Dave's hips; letting his prominent hipbones tease Balthazar as they dipped below the pants. Dave opened his eyes and glanced down. "What? No, this… this isn't what I wanted," he whispered. "Balthazar, something's wrong with my magic!"
"Really, Dave?" Balthazar stood again, stalking toward the younger man. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me to get out of training."
"What?" Dave's eyes widened. "No, no… I…I"
"Trying to lie again, David?"
"Um," Dave tried to close his shirt again, and turned away, giving Balthazar a wonderful view of how tightly the pants hugged Dave's ass. He decided it wasn't worth resisting the temptation anymore; obviously Dave wanted it too, if the little display of magic was any indication. Balthazar reached forward and squeezed the swell of Dave's ass with one hand while the other tilted his head back. He claimed Dave's lips with his own as the other moaned softly. Balthazar broke the kiss and trailed soft, feather-light kisses across Dave's cheek, causing him to give a shuddering sigh.
"Do you want this, Dave?" Balthazar breathed against his ear. He already knew the answer. The pants were tight enough to reveal the bulge between Dave's legs, and the man had enough power to send Balthazar flying if he didn't enjoy the attention. But he wanted Dave to say it aloud.
"Yes," Dave groaned. "Please, Balthazar." Balthazar gave a throaty moan and sealed his lips to the patch of skin just under Dave's ear. He nipped and sucked down Dave's throat to his shoulder. As he reached the open collar of Dave's shirt, a wicked idea formed in his head. He groped Dave's ass again, but sent a pulse of magic into the pants, making them shorten and tear in places, revealing more of Dave's skin. Dave was too lost in the feel of Balthazar's hands caressing his skin to notice his pants becoming nothing more than ribbons. It was not until Balthazar's fingers caressed Dave's inner thigh that his eyes drifted down to the ruin of his pants. "Balthazar?"
The shredded pants coiled and looped around Dave's legs, yanking them together. When he stumbled, Balthazar caught him and lifted him bridal style. As he carried him to the bedroom, he chuckled at Dave's bewildered expression. "Consider this a lesson, Dave; never let your guard down." Dave bounced a little as Balthazar dropped him on the bed. "Especially around me." Balthazar knelt at the foot of the bed and slowly moved to hover over Dave, the movement reminding Dave of a documentary he'd seen on large cats. His hand drifted across Dave's chest, barely brushing against his nipples, which hardened at the light touch. "So responsive, as though you've never been touched before," Balthazar mused. "Are you a virgin, Dave?"
"N-no," Dave said, tilting his head away in embarrassment.
"Lying is a horrible trait, Dave, especially when you're that bad at it," Balthazar reprimanded him. He gently gripped Dave's chin and made him look into Balthazar's eyes. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, though it does explain why Sun-Lok's dragon was so intent on you. Dragons are notorious for their love of virgins. We'll have to remedy that so you don't become a target."
Dave's eyes widened as realization dawned in his mind. He was about to make a comment went Balthazar dipped his head and took one of Dave's nipples between his lips, laving the bud with his tongue and teasing it softly with his teeth. Coherent thought left Dave as his head rolled back and he let out a shaky moan. He didn't catch the flash of light as Balthazar touched the hem of Dave's shirt. The fabric shredded, much like the pants, and twisted along Dave's arms.
"Dave?" Balthazar moved so that his lips hovered just above Dave's. The younger opened lust-clouded eyes. "You let your guard down again." A sudden slash of Balthazar's hand, and Dave found his arms pinned above his head, his shirt slowly melding into the silken sheets. Dave's eyes narrowed and he gave a low growl as he pulled at his hands. He tried to clear his mind and make his magic undo the bindings, but Balthazar was doing wicked things with his tongue, making concentration rather difficult. He wiggled and jerked his hips, trying to get enough leverage to tear the fabric. Balthazar's eyes slid closed as Dave's hips rolled against his own, and he gave an almost inaudible moan. Dave stole a glance at Balthazar, who's appearance was almost normal, and then glanced at himself. He was almost completely nude, save for the bindings around his legs and arms, and the remnants of his pants around his crotch. It didn't seem fair.
"Take something off, Balthazar," Dave murmured. The sorcerer opened his eyes to stare into the hungry gaze of his apprentice. Smirking, he slid off his shirt, revealing the corded muscles centuries of fighting Morganians had give him. Dave used the distraction to concentrate on the silk encasing his arms and legs, and felt the fabric give way to his magic. As Balthazar moved to throw the shirt into a far off corner of the room, Dave launched himself upward, grasping the back of Balthazar's neck and sealing his lips to his master's. Battling Balthazar for dominance, Dave finally surrendered, giving a low whine as Balthazar ravished his mouth. He trailed his hand along the taut muscles of Balthazar's stomach.
Balthazar sucked Dave's lower lip, and worried it between his teeth. He finally pulled away and smirked when Dave leaned forward to continue the kiss. "Feeling bold, Dave?" he smiled as he ran a hand through his apprentice's dark hair. Dave leaned into the touch and clutched absently as Balthazar's side. Balthazar easily tilted Dave backwards, and moved in between Dave's legs. In Dave's desire to be free, he had also dissolved the last remnant of his pants, leaving him completely exposed. Balthazar grabbed one of Dave's hands and guided it down his body until it hovered just above his hardening cock. "Show me, Dave," Balthazar breathed against the shell of his ear. "Show me how you pleasure yourself." The blush that tinted Dave's cheeks was intoxicating, Balthazar decided.
Slowly, Dave's hand uncurled and he grasped his own cock, Balthazar's hand gently settled over his. He gave a few, shaky jerks before smearing the pre-cum that beaded from the head. Reaching down, he gently tugged at his balls and felt Balthazar's calloused palm gently slide over his rigid flesh. "Ahh," he threw back his head and moaned, as Balthazar seemed to massage his cock. "You're good at that," he whimpered.
"Centuries of practice," Balthazar said tersely. He became fixated on the pale column of flesh beneath his lips as Dave tilted his head to the side. Worrying the flesh with his lips, tongue, and teeth, he made sure to leave a visible mark on the young man's skin. He knew it was selfish, but he wanted everyone to know the kid was already taken; Balthazar hated sharing. Dave's breath was quickening and Balthazar could feel the cock in his hand begin to pulse. Thinking he quickly he grabbed Dave's wrist and sent a pulse of magic into the fabric littering the bed. Dave gave a small shout of surprise when the fabric wrapped snugly around the base of his cock, cutting off the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm him.
"Why?" he gasped, trying to break the hold Balthazar had on his wrists.
"I want to see your face as you cum with my cock buried deep inside you," Balthazar growled in his ear. Dave bucked his hips as Balthazar's free hand brushed against his inner thigh. "Don't you want that, Dave?"
"Y-Yes," Dave whimpered against Balthazar's lips as the sorcerer dipped his head to kiss him. Balthazar licked the seam of Dave's lips before delving into the warm cavern, mapping Dave's mouth and relishing the whine as Dave clung to him. Gently, he pushed Dave back onto the bed and reached for a small red-glass bottle.
"What's that?" Dave asked shakily as he caught his breath.
"Something to help you relax," Balthazar said as he poured a clear oil into his palm. "Turn over." Dave took in the roguish smile on Balthazar's face and hastily flipped over. Allowing the oil to drip along Dave's spine, Balthazar smoothed his palms along the other's back. He kneaded at the tight muscles beneath his fingers and allowed his blunt nails to drag along Dave's rips, eliciting a muffled gasp. Deciding not to tease the man any further, Balthazar drizzled some of the oil onto Dave's ass. He wiggled it as the slowly heating oil touched him, and Balthazar bit back a moan at the provocative image it made. Balthazar coated his fingers and slid them against Dave's entrance.
Dave felt the pressure and tensed slightly. He made himself relax as Balthazar slid his fingers over Dave's entrance a few times, coaxing him into accepting them. Dave nodded to the silent question and felt a finger slowly breach him. It didn't hurt, and began to feel pleasurable as Balthazar slid it in and out, nudging against the tight ring of muscles. Unconsciously, he rocked his hips with the motion, which also rubbed his aching cock against the silk sheets. He let out a small, wanton moan, and Balthazar smirked before adding a second finger.
"Ahh," Dave groaned as the second finger brought a twinge of pain. Balthazar kissed along his shoulder and slowly pumped his fingers, easing the resistance. Dave whimpered and pushed back against the fingers, gasping when Balthazar's fingers brushed against his prostate. He could feel Balthazar smirk against his shoulder, and he turned to kiss the older man's jaw. "Please," he said in a sultry voice, looking up with clouded eyes. Balthazar growled at the sight and added a third finger, purposely hitting Dave's prostate. A choked scream erupted from Dave's throat and he clutched the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. Balthazar ran a soothing hand along his side, even as the fingers inside him twisted and spread, stretching him. Eventually, the pain subsided, giving way to the pleasure sparking whenever Balthazar's fingers brushed against that little bundle of nerves.
When Dave began to rock back against his fingers, Balthazar withdrew and stood to remove his pants. Dave's eyes wandered over the muscular thighs and firm buttocks, only to linger on Balthazar's impressive cock. On a whim, he sat up and took it in his hands, stroking it. Balthazar let out a breathy moan as Dave leaned forward and placed a kiss on the swollen head, before licking up the bead of pearly pre-cum. "I want you," Dave said as he slowly stood and kissed his way up Balthazar's chest. Balthazar wrapped an arm around him and brought their lips together, dominating Dave as he lowered him back onto the bed.
"That's good, because I don't think I could stop if you had a change of heart," Balthazar growled in his ear. He placed his hands on Balthazar's shoulders and curled his legs around the older man's hips. The tip of his cock nudged Dave's entrance. "This would be less painful if you turned over," he noted.
"I want to see you," Dave admitted with a blush. Balthazar's eyes sparked at that and he crashed their lips together in a hard, passionate kiss. While Dave was distracted, Balthazar slowly pushed forward. Dave's head snapped back and he gave a pleasure and pain filled whine as he was penetrated. Even as Balthazar whispered encouragement and soothing words in Dave's ear, it was all he could do not to sheath himself completely in the tight heat. When he was finally seated, he leaned his head against Dave's and ran a hand along the heaving chest beneath him. He felt the muscles clenching around him slowly begin to ease and he rocked his hips slowly. Dave gave a slight whimper, but Balthazar could tell it was more pleasure than pain. He slowly withdrew until only the tip of his cock was still within Dave, before slamming his hips forward, hitting the little bundle of nerves with precision.
Dave screamed as stars burst behind his eyes. The pleasure was almost unbearable. He had never been so full, and Balthazar seemed intent on sending him to a world of white-hot passion. He felt Balthazar shift his legs higher, and the penetration became deeper. He gasped and tugged on Balthazar's hair, bringing him down for a breathless kiss. The sorcerer swallowed the whine from his apprentice as he increased his pace. He could feel Dave's cock rubbing against his stomach with every thrust, and he knew the younger wouldn't last long. As if on cue, Dave pulled at Balthazar's hair and broke the kiss to stare up at his master.
"Ba-ahh-thazar," Dave whimpered. "I… I need… oh god… I need…"
"Yes, Dave?" Balthazar slowed his pace and brushed a strand of hair from Dave's temple. He smirked when Dave jerked his hips to increase the pace again, and leaned down to growl in his ear. "Is there something you want?" He gave a particularly harsh thrust and watched Dave's eyes roll back and a strangled gasp escape his throat. "Something you need?" He trailed a hand down Dave's chest and stomach to lightly pull on his cock. Dave thrust upward, trying to increase the pressure of Balthazar's hand on his cock. "Tell me, David. What do you want? What do you need?"
"I…" Dave blushed and bucked his hips, begging with his body.
"Come on, Dave. Tell me, and I'll help you," Balthazar sucked on his ear, biting the lobe to elicit a moan from the other man.
"I need to cum," Dave said in a rush. "Please, let me cum. It… it hurts, Balthazar," he whimpered. Balthazar gave an animalistic growl and immediately increased his thrusts, pounding into Dave's willing body. With a flick of his wrist, the silk surrounding Dave's cock unraveled, and he became jerking it in time with his thrusts. In moments, Dave screamed as his orgasm washed over him, drowning him in white-hot pleasure. His ass pulsed around Balthazar's cock, and it was the older man's undoing. With a moan, he released inside of Dave, clutching the other to him as he rode out his orgasm.
Balthazar shifted so that Dave was curled against his side. The younger gave a slight whimper as Balthazar pulled out, causing the older to wrap his arms around him in a soothing manner. "We need to get cleaned up," Balthazar sighed into Dave's hair. "I have a full day of training planned."
"Do we have to?" Dave stared up at Balthazar with pleading eyes.
"Yes, brat. Now, get up and shower unless you want to train with dried cum on your stomach."
Dave stood and made sure to sway his hips as he made his way to the washroom. "Aren't you going to join me?" He asked over his shoulder.
"Training, Dave. Remember the training?" Balthazar smirked.
"You're just using that as an excuse because you can't keep up with my stamina," Dave retorted. Balthazar raised an eyebrow and stood slowly before stalking toward Dave.
"I'll show you stamina," he growled as he pulled Dave into a passionate kiss. He dragged Dave into the showers to show him that age had nothing to do with stamina.
A/N: If I get a lot of reviews, I'll consider writing a second chapter.