A/N: Sorry it took my so long to update. The flashdrive I keep my writings on mysteriously erased itself, and I lost everything. I want to thank all of my reviewers for your wonderful comments; it helped when I had to restart this chapter. As with the first chapter, let me know if there are any mistakes so I can correct them; I'm un-beta'd so these things tend to happen. While this story was originally meant to be a one-shot, I think the sheer amount of reviews deserves an encore performance. That being said, this is the last chapter for Old Man Shoes, as my muses are taking me elsewhere. I may write something else for Sorcerer's Apprentice, but OMS is finished. Now, on with the story!
Summary: Almost pure smut.
"Training, Dave. Remember the training?" Balthazar smirked at his overly eager apprentice.
"You're just using that as an excuse because you can't keep up with my stamina, old man," Dave retorted. Balthazar raised an eyebrow and stood slowly before walking toward Dave. Once again, Dave was reminded of a predator stalking its prey.
"I'll show you stamina," he growled as he pulled Dave into a passionate kiss. He dragged him into the washroom to show him that age had nothing to do with stamina. Pushing Dave against the shower wall, he flicked his hand at the faucet. Hot water burst from the showerhead, and Balthazar felt Dave lean into the spray as it washed the sweat and sex from his body. "Time for lesson number two, Dave," Balthazar smirked against the other's ear. "Anything can be used as a weapon or restraint." Dave's eyes widened as he realized Balthazar had once again trapped his hands, this time using the very piping of the shower. Unlike before, Dave's hands were trapped behind him, making his chest and hips jut forward to accommodate the position.
Dave knew better than to struggle against the pipes, but that didn't stop him from trying to wiggle out of them. "I already knew that. Remember? Tesla coils. Morgana," his voice trailed off as he saw the glint of hunger in Balthazar's eyes.
"And yet, you are still trapped," Balthazar chuckled. He ran a hand through Dave's soaked hair and tugged his head back until his neck was taut. "At my mercy," he added before he sealed his lips over the apprentice's throat. He felt Dave swallow reflexively, and he smirked as he pulled away. He could feel the other's cock hardening against his stomach. For all of his wiggling and straining to get out of the restraints, Dave was enjoying his master's ministrations. Balthazar smirked against Dave's throat and he shuddered despite the warm water cascading over them. "So hard," Balthazar spoke softly. "I've barely begun and you're so hard, David."
"Sh-shut up," Dave stammered. He tried to turn his head and hide the blush that stained his cheeks, but Balthazar was having none of it. He gripped Dave's chin with strong, gently guiding fingers. The kiss he placed on Dave's lips held the passion of their earlier kisses, but was not as forceful. As he pulled back, Dave followed until the restraining pipes held him back. A low whine pulled from his throat and he opened pleading eyes. The hand in his hair pulled again, and he hissed at the sudden pain. Balthazar's tongue licked against his lips, and he groaned in frustration. "Quit teasing," he growled.
"You are in no position to be giving orders, apprentice," Balthazar whispered in a dark tone. Dave swallowed reflexively as he saw the predator-like gaze of his master. Whatever plea he would have made died in his throat as Balthazar bent down and trailed open-mouthed kisses along his neck. It reminded Dave of the teasing kisses in the hallway, but now, there were teeth involved. As they grazed over his jugular, he shivered at the unexpected pleasure. While one hand kept a firm grip on Dave's hair, the other had trailed along his stomach to rest on his outer thigh. With Dave distracted by the teeth against his pulsing veins, Balthazar slipped his hand closer to the other's achingly hard cock. As he began to trace patterns on Dave's inner thigh, he felt the man stiffen and a choked groan escaped his lips. His legs opened further and he gave a small thrust with his hips.
The wicked smirk that adorned Balthazar's face was enough to tell Dave how wanton the action had been. The hand in his hair moved to the nape of his neck as Balthazar pulled him in to a heated kiss. Balthazar's hand moved again, mimicking the water as it trailed down Dave's chest, where it toyed with his hardened nipples. Balthazar could tell that Dave was near his breaking point from the strained whimper that he gave into the kiss. He pulled back and lowered his head to take one of the dusty-pink buds between his lips. Dave cried out as Balthazar gently bit into his pectoral and finally grasped his cock with a steady hand. But the touch was fleeting, as Balthazar suddenly dropped to his knees and used both hands to hold Dave's thighs apart. "What are you…?" Dave didn't finish the question because he was the mischievous spark in Balthazar's eyes. The hands on his thighs moved upward again. One traced the vein on the underside of his cock; the other massaged his balls. Balthazar leaned forward and licked Dave's belly-button, pressing his tongue into the indent; Dave squirmed at the odd feeling, but Balthazar felt his cock pulse with pleasure.
"You've been impatient, but I think you deserve a reward for not breaking the shower yet," Balthazar smirked up at him. His eyes widened as Balthazar mimicked his earlier actions and planted a kiss on the head of hic cock. Instead of pulling back, he opened his lips and suckled on the head just long enough for Dave to jerk his hips forward in a desperate attempt to get more of the exquisite heat. Running his tongue along the tip, Balthazar hummed softly as he widened his mouth to slowly take in all of Dave's cock. As the tip brushed against the back of his throat, he fought against his gag reflex and swallowed. Dave threw his head back and gave a hoarse shout of pleasure, and Balthazar quickly restrained his thighs to keep him from thrusting forward. The shout drained into a whine as Balthazar teased him with his tongue, lapping along the sides of his cock as if it were a popsicle.
"Balthazar," Dave panted as the older man turned burning eyes upward. Daring Dave to break eye contact, he took the cock in his mouth again, slowly bobbing his head. The sight alone would have been enough for Dave to lose it completely. Balthazar's wet hair framed his burning eyes, and his lips, slightly bruised from the kissing, were stretched wide around Dave's cock. Balthazar's tongue curled along the bottom of his cock, and he lightly grazed the skin with his teeth every time he pulled back. "I… I… oh god," Dave was beyond coherence, and Balthazar could feel the cock pulsing in his hands. As much as he loved the whines Dave made when denied pleasure, he decided to give his apprentice a reprieve. After all, this was his reward. Hollowing his cheeks, he swallowed around Dave again, and watched as Dave arched backwards with a choked cry of ecstasy on his lips. It was all the warning Balthazar received before Dave came, but he had known the younger man wouldn't last long. Swallowing, he pulled back, but a string of fluid connected his lips and Dave's cock until the shower washed it away. As he stood, he removed the pipes from around Dave's wrist.
Dave stumbled and fell into Balthazar's arms. He could feel the hard cock against his stomach and he reached a shaking hand down to stroke the rigid flesh. "Not here," Balthazar said as he caught Dave's hand. The shower turned off, and Balthazar dried them. His eyes lingered on the small, circular bruises that now dotted Dave's throat and chest. He knew Dave would probably complain about them later, but he rather enjoyed the markings. He led Dave back into the bedroom and gave him a fiery glance before moving toward the bed.
Balthazar sat on the bed, and leaned against the headboard; he beckoned Dave towards him. Dave straddled his legs just above the knee and braced himself with his hands on either side of Balthazar's hips. Balthazar reached up and slid a hand along the side of Dave's face; he leaned into the touch and brought one of his own hands up to place over Balthazar's. "We just got clean," he smirked. "And you want to dirty me all over again." Balthazar chuckled and leaned forward to claim Dave's lips. Dave's arms wrapped around Balthazar's back as he gave himself over to the kiss. Balthazar trailed his fingers down Dave's spine, causing him to arch forward. Already, Balthazar could feel Dave's arousal awakening against his own.
"You would have stayed clean had you not tempted me into the shower, brat," Balthazar muttered as he pulled away from the kiss. Dave blushed and hid his face in the crook of Balthazar's neck. Teasingly, he licked the pulse point beneath his lips and felt Balthazar's hands falter as they reached his ass. Giving a small groan of pleasure, Balthazar steadied his hands and kneaded Dave's ass before sliding his fingers along the puckered hole. Dave nipped at his throat as he teased the ring of muscle. The shower had washed away most of the oil he'd used earlier, he noted. Enjoying the small whimper Dave uttered as he pulled back, he grabbed the small jar. Dave's hand shot out and grabbed it from him. He raised an eyebrow as Dave coated his own fingers in the oil.
"I… ," Dave blushed as he placed the jar back on the little table. "I want you to watch." Balthazar chuckled at the command and leaned back, giving his apprentice room to move. Dave trailed one hand down his stomach, knowing Balthazar's eyes followed the movement. His other hand moved behind him to slide his fingers over his hole as Balthazar had done before. He grasped his cock as he slid a finger inside. His ass was still partially stretched from earlier, and the finger slid in ease, but his back arched as he moaned at the sensation. Wanting to touch what he knew to be his prostate, he added a second finger and scrunched up his nose as it caused a small spark of pain. Still, he couldn't find the bundle of nerves and he groaned in frustration.
Dave felt a light touch on the head of his cock and he looked down to see Balthazar's fingers ghosting over him. "Add another," Balthazar whispered. Dave nodded and added the third finger. He whimpered at the stretch and laid his head on Balthazar's shoulders as he tried to relax the muscles squeezing his fingers. Slowly, he pumped his hand, coaxing the muscles to accept the intrusion. "Do you know how badly you tease me, Dave?" Balthazar groaned in his ear. "Making me watch you play with yourself like this. I just want to turn you over and take you until the only thought on your mind is how good my cock feels buried within you." Dave panted against Balthazar's neck and spread his fingers, knowing he'd need the extra stretching. "That's it," Balthazar soothed. "Now curl your fingers, like this," he made a "come hither" motion with his fingers, and Dave mimicked the action.
His reaction was immediate. He shot up and gave a small cry of ecstasy as he brushed his fingers over his prostate. Balthazar rubbed the pad of his thumb over the head of Dave's cock, and smirked when his hips jerked and he all but screamed. As Dave continued to stroke his prostate and stretch himself just a little more, Balthazar reached for the oil. Again, Dave stopped him. "I want to… touch you," Dave explained in a husky tone. He forced himself not to whimper as he pulled his fingers from him ass, the muscles twitching with nothing there to fill them. He took the jar of oil and poured some into his palm before grasping Balthazar's cock. The kid was a fast learner was the only thought that passed through Balthazar's mind as Dave used a similar technique as the one Balthazar had used earlier. The hand on his cock shook slightly, but it massaged him with teasing squeezes. Dave moved closer until his own cock brushed against Balthazar's. His warm breath panted against Balthazar's ear. "Take me," the gentle command was nothing more than a whisper, but Balthazar could hear the strained control within it.
Balthazar lifted Dave's hips until he hovered over his cock. Dave braced his hands on Balthazar's shoulders and slowly lowered himself. It was not as painful as the first time, but he still felt the ache of the cock stretching him wider than his fingers had. Balthazar felt his control slipping with each inch that slid inside; his grip on Dave's hips was almost bruising by the time he was finally seated. Dave panted softly against Balthazar's neck as he allowed his body to adjust to something much larger than his fingers. The warm breath on his neck was slowly chipping away at the remnant of control Balthazar maintained. When Dave slowly began to rock his hips, the control snapped and he began to piston himself into his young lover. Dave gave a small whine and clung to Balthazar, letting him control the pace.
Balthazar moved a hand up Dave's spine, loving the shiver that followed in the wake of the movement. Grasping Dave's hair, he pulled him into a kiss; it was sloppy and more a sharing of breath than anything they had shared thus far, but Balthazar didn't care. He could almost taste the small moans and whimpers trembling from Dave's lips, and he could feel the way each sound rumbled through Dave's chest. Breaking the kiss, his hand returned to Dave's hip, using the leverage to increase the speed and force of his thrusts. He had angled Dave's hips so that each upward thrust slammed into his prostate, and the moans spilling from Dave's lips were quickly getting louder and breathier.
"Look at me, Dave," Balthazar commanded. Dave's eyes had fallen shut as he lost himself in their coupling, but now, they opened, lust-glazed and filled with passion. Balthazar groaned at the sight. "You're getting close again, aren't you, Dave?" The choked moan and blunt nails digging into his shoulder was the only answer he received. He moved one hand to Dave's inner thigh, just beside his cock. "Do you want me to help you?" Dave's eyes burned with intensity at those words, and he nodded furiously; one of his hands scrambled to grasp Balthazar's and move it to his cock.
"Yes," he moaned. "Touch me." Balthazar knew Dave would keep the tempo of the thrusts as best as he could, and he pumped his hand at the same rate. He could feel the young man's thighs straining with every rise and fall; he wouldn't last long. As he felt Dave's cock begin to pulse with his oncoming orgasm, he sealed his lips over Dave's and swallowed the cry as Dave spilled himself over their stomach. A few quick thrusts, and he joined him in orgasmic bliss. Dave slumped over his chest, spent and tired from their activities, and he rolled them so that he lay tucked under Balthazar's chin. He whimpered as Balthazar pulled out before quickly curling into Balthazar and falling asleep. Balthazar chuckled and let the young man sleep, knowing he would need it for the training session he had planned.
Balthazar paced the length of the Merlin's circle while Dave tried to memorize the intricate hand motions required for the particular spell they were working on. "Dave, it's more about knowing what you wish to accomplish than it is the technique. You'll have plenty of practice learning how to do it correctly, but I just want a rough estimate of how much practice that will need to be."
"But I want to get it right!" Dave stabbed his finger at the Incantus.
"Just get in the circle," Balthazar commanded. Dave stood and walked toward the circle, well, limped toward the circle. The awkward steps did not escape Balthazar's gaze and he smirked. Glaring out from the pale skin of Dave's neck was the hickey he'd given him earlier. Dave had finally seen it when he'd gone to shower a second time, and had quickly thrown a small fit before Balthazar had shut him up with a kiss.
"Don't you dare laugh," Dave pouted when he saw Balthazar's smirk.
"It's your own fault, you know," Balthazar laughed. At the incredulous look, he smirked. "You seduced a sorcerer and didn't expect a few… consequences." Dave's eyes flashed and his hands moved quickly, creating a net of light that shot toward Balthazar with blinding speed. He couldn't dodge in time and it snagged his legs, pulling them out from under him. Dave walked toward him with measured steps, the limp still evident in his stride.
"The same can be said for you, Balthazar," he said as he dropped to his knees and captured the other man's lips. Balthazar smirked into the kiss. There would be difficulties, Morganians most likely, but for the moment, he was content to simply let his strong-willed apprentice have his way.
A/N: Yes, I know it's shorter than the last one, but you get twice the smut! Reviews will get me motivated to write more oneshots for Sorcerer's Apprentice. (challenges or ideas welcome)