24-Jan-2002
Twisted Fortune - An Escaflowne Fanfiction
By Bonnejeanne and Nixers
Contact: bonnejeanne@yahoo.com and nixerchan@aol.com
Warnings: Spoilers, yaoi lemon
Notes: Set a little over one year after Vision of Escaflowne's end.
Chapter Twelve - Inversion (cont)
Part 25
Van found himself coming out of a half-stunned state, his blood pounding loudly in his ears. Before the albino could completely close his eyes again, he found the king's warm lips pressed against his own a second time, and the brush of a slightly warmer tongue against his lower lip.
His eyes widened, registering a touch of shock before responding. A cool hand reached up and brushed along the side of Van's face, as the boy seemed to relax with a sigh. The warmth was unfamiliar but pleasant; there was something vaguely peaceful about it. It was another foreign sensation, but one, he decided, eyes half sliding closed again, that he could get used to.
He leaned up into kiss, turning it from the driving need he felt from Van into a more leisurely gesture. His other hand had wrapped around Van's neck keeping him close as he allowed access of the other, returning the exploration with a slow curiosity.
Van felt himself going down into a odd kind of spiral - it was like being very high up in the air, so high that your lungs burned from lack of oxygen, and then plunging with wings furled, straight at the up-rushing earth. As his mouth was answered, even guided, it was like being caught from the fall and lifted in the next moment. He couldn't quite fall into step, accepting the easing of pace, but vibrating with tension and shock. His hands burrowed under the blanket, seeking closer contact with the body next to his, sliding over the uniform and around the other boy's waist and shoulders, needing to taste the energy of a live body against his.
Dilandau made no protest but no overt invitation. He merely watched the dark-haired boy with lazy lidded eyes. He couldn't seem to summon the feverish passion that often ruled his life, but for once felt no need to. With a feline half smile, he waited until the other had settled, before a single hand pushed Van's shoulders putting the boy on his back. Again he claimed the other's lips, resting on an elbow, as he trailed a slow path along Van's side, a finger hooking along the waistline of the stolen uniform.
A shiver moved through Van's body, cinnamon eyes widened, looking almost lost, then closing in reflex, as he opened his mouth, feeling the lips against his warming, perhaps only with transferred heat, but it was unmistakable. It was quite a different kiss than any he'd shared with Serena, and yet... and yet... his mind flinched from trying to comprehend what was happening, it was too far from anything he understood to be possible. He found himself sucking hungrily on the tongue that mingled with his, while flashes of heat moved through him at intervals, increasing in strength and frequency. His hands wandered a little up and down Dilandau's back, as if seeking something to anchor to.
Drawing his tongue one last time along the roof of Van's mouth, Dilandau broke the kiss, pushing back a moment to look down at the other boy. Van's face was illuminated, features highlighted even as the color was washed away, in the soft red glow of the pendant hanging between them. A moment's regard, then the hand that had strayed lower worked free the hemline of Van's shirt.
Sitting halfway, Dilandau bunched the garment, then quickly pulled it over the other's head, lifting the boy quickly. A quick twist of the material had pinned the Fanelian's hands behind him, locked by the boy's own weight.
With an appreciative glance, he leaned over the other, speaking directly into his ear. "If you want to get free, then do it," he said. "If not, it's my game."
Van's sharply indrawn breath betrayed a reaction of confusion laced with an odd excitement. For a moment it seemed as if he would acquiesce, then his leg moved up, between Dilandau's and hooked around one, a practiced wrestler's move, leaning up to try and liberate his hands. "Game...? This... is a game?"
Set off balance or risking a sprained joint, Dilandau fell back, going easily with the move. Propped up on both elbows, he glanced at Van. "Of course," he said, a cool hand brushing along Van's jawline as he worked his hands free. "A game has rules. A beginning. And if desired can end any time." He leaned forward, a bit of a challenge in his off-color eyes. "Unless you'd prefer something a little less... safe?"
Pulling one arm free, Van caught the hand that had brushed his cheek. The grip was firm, but not provoking. "I feel as if I am being tested," Van growled softly. There was a spark in cinnamon eyes that seemed to reflect the pendant's glow, making them deeper scarlet. His chest moved, as his breath came deeper and more rapidly. "And nothing with you is safe..." he added, pulling the captured hand up. Lowering his eyelids in confusion, he kissed the other boy's wrist above the pulse.
Dilandau's eyes darkened, the emotions there unreadable as he watched Van's actions. He drew forward again, a hand tracing down Van's stomach and lower, cupping. With veiled eyes, he grinned at the other. "And if it is? What will you do? If it isn't?"
Van's skin rippled a little, in excited response to the touch. His eyes flew open again, unguarded. "I don't know," he whispered, his eyes flickering from the hand back to the other boy's face. "But I won't run." He managed to pull the other arm from beneath him, but settled again on his back. His hips shifted restlessly, but he reached up and pulled at the fastenings of the Captain's uniform top.
Contact left Van as Dilandau brushed aside the hands, unlacing and shrugging off the undershirt he wore beneath his uniform with a practiced ease. With only a bit of a struggle, the long boots followed. A quick glance at Van's face was the only warning before long fingers had set to work on removing the rest of Van's uniform.
Van floundered a little, but reached down to help, though his hands shook a little as they moved. His eyes flickered between the other boy's body and face, occasionally darting away. There were so many things going on inside of him, from continuous little shocks, to confusion, and a wild mixture of heat and recklessness that he couldn't even begin to establish what was happening or what he thought about it.
Words tumbled out of his mouth, sounding foolish to his own ears. "You... you've done this... before."
Dilandau's hands moved without hesitancy, though there was a distinct tension in his shoulders. He was watching Van's face as one hand danced, featherlight, a teasing caress. He smirked. "And you haven't."
Eyelids dropped unconsciously at the touch. Van kept them lidded as he answered. "Not... this... just... with her..."
"I know," Dilandau said. The caress became a little more insistent, more distinct, a trace along the underside of Van's erection as Dilandau's lips met his again. The boy's body was a light weight above his. The albino pulled back a bit, his expression faintly anticipatory, faintly searching. "Would that make me a voyeur as well?" he said, one corner of his lips turned up in a humorless expression.
Van's back arched and his hands fisted at the touch, and his hips lifted to it. At the last question, his eyes flew open, cloudy with arousal and heat, still mixed with confusion. "Eh...you...? Maybe.. maybe so..." his breath caught and his arms lifted to pull the other down against him, with no idea what he was doing. It wasn't reassuring that Dilandau had the advantage of experience. Not at all. /I won't run.../ he repeated silently.
Wine colored eyes caught Van's crimson for a moment, as if digesting the answer given. The boy above Van made no response, instead he slid lower, the friction of skin against skin until either hand had been placed on the inside of Van's thighs; against the sheer heat, they were almost frigid. The sensation didn't have time to register before a warmth engulfed him, again torturously slow.
Van's eyes flew open in shock and his hands found bare shoulders to grasp. His mind spun wildly as his body accepted eagerly, rising to meet the slow heat surrounding him. Equal amounts of raw lust, real fear and stunned sensibility grappled, aborting any sudden action beyond a gasping moan.
The same hands forced his hips down, keeping the pace at what Dilandau set. He drew back slightly, breath in warm contrast to the chill of the air. The restraint turned into another caress, not so much teasing as offering. The captain though, when he spoke, shown hints of confusion mingling with the absolute confidence of before. "You could call an end to it," he said, tonelessly. "Another delirium."
A sound like slightly hysterical laughter burst from Van's throat, as his hands tightened on the smooth, pale skin of Dilandau's shoulders. He managed to sit up a little, and with only the tiniest of hesitations kissed Dilandau on the mouth, fully and deeply. Drawing back, his chest still shook a little. "I told you, not running... you think I don't want this? I don't even know what it *is* and I want it," he said, voice throbbing on the next to last word.
Another, stronger flash of confusion passed over Dilandau's expressive face, before it returned to a more familiar smirk. "Do you treat everything you want as a threat then?"
Van's mouth curved in an odd, almost desperate smile. "Yes..." he said simply. "Yes. Isn't it?"
The answer seemed to allay some unspoken question in Dilandau. "Probably." He pushed forward again, slipping a finger into his mouth briefly, watching the other. "But it isn't nearly as interesting if it isn't."
Van blinked, the little action rocking him almost as much as what the garnet-eyed boy had done before. It was all so much beyond his experience. The heat inside forced perspiration to bead around the edge of his scalp. With no idea what he was doing, he reached out and grabbed Dilandau's wrist, bringing the same finger to his own mouth, tasting it curiously. Another though flickered behind his eyes, left, returned. Was rejected, reconsidered, then he pushed the albino down, pulling with remarkably deft fingers at the uniform pants that hadn't made it off yet.
Still fighting with the unfocused exhaustion of the events earlier in the day, Dilandau didn't so much struggle as he distracted with suddenly hungry lips and cool hands that traced a sensation of liquid fire. He pushed up and against the other, enjoying the electricity of the contact, hips pressed together as his kiss sought for dominance again.
Van surrendered this round in the kiss, but his hands wandered around the now bare body of the other, and one slid around barely-curved hips, as he felt something heated and firm, sheathed in velvet, slide along his own awakened and aching flesh. It was indescribable and carried an electric jolt of something so forbidden as to be inconceivable.
Dilandau broke the kiss with a sudden indrawn breath, eyelids again sliding half shut with the same half aware appearance of the previous conversation. A hand slid between their bodies, neglecting Van's arousal for the entrance behind. "There's nothing more to make this easier," he said, voice carrying as close to an apology as the king had heard. "Just relax, it will feel good in a second." The other hand wrapped around Van's erection, sliding along the length in a distraction, as the slick digit slid into him.
Had the Fanelian king been prone to a weak heart, this last shock might have been the final one. His eyes flew open wider than before, and his back arched instinctively, resisting the intrusion. He made an incoherent sound in his throat, grappling with sudden realization of what was happening, and what was likely coming. The calm words took a minute to penetrate, but when they did, he stilled, panting slightly. His eyes closed tightly, and his teeth closed over his full lower lip. His head moved back and forth in an unconscious negation, not quite catching up with the decision.
Dilandau stopped, a moment's hesitation stilling both actions as the other adjusted. He leaned forward, kissing the underside of the clenched jaw, and curled his fingers upwards, the very pad brushing against something within.
The jolt of sensation was unexpected and wrung a surprised cry from Van. His pulse thundered in his own ears as his hips moved, seeking another taste of that sudden flash of pleasure. His hands tightened on the pale flesh under them, pulling closer, not pushing away.
He could vaguely feel the lips at the sensitive skin of his throat pull into a smile, but when Dilandau had drawn back, the expression was neutral, lips parted slightly and eyes hidden by white locks of hair. Obligingly, he pushed a second finger within, working them in a mimicry of the act more familiar to Van. The albino's face was set into an almost serene expression, as if enjoying the view more than the act, and perhaps just as powerfully.
Van did not see the expression, his eyes were tightly closed, perhaps to protect him from the extreme vulnerability of the position and of his response to it. The additional intruder brought discomfort, and another surge of instinctive resistance, but as it began to work in and out, causing small impacts which became triggers for harder jolts of pleasure, he felt his legs open wider, and his hips lifting to it. The simulation wasn't completely lost in the pleasure, it battered at what was left of his coherent thoughts, which were scattered like feathers on the wind. A deep flush stole under the tanned skin spreading along his torso and flooding his cheeks. Had the Zaibach captain still any desire to hurt the young king, he could do it now with a word, or an expression, Van was only partially shielded by his tightly closed eyes.
Red eyes glanced around again quickly, darting to take in what was visible in the shallow illumination of the strange gem he wore. Cursing within his mind, he slid down again, carefully, his lips and tongue replacing the hand that had been wrapped along Van's erection. His eyes still open just slits watching the other boy. The responsiveness was exhilarating to him, Van's every reaction dancing along his own nerves. Taking some odd pleasure from the simple act of giving, of controlling another's.
Van couldn't swallow the sudden whimper in time, as he felt the hot warmth surround him. The heat inside quickly turned into a consuming blaze, and he felt the beginning of the sudden spiral that started at the roots of him, rolling up and out like a sudden clap of summer thunder. His body jerked hard, and again, surrendering in a hot, thick flood of release.
Dilandau had watched carefully, drawing back just slightly at the distinctive tremble below, taking the king to the last drop. With unexpected care he removed his fingers, conscious of the aches that were likely there, and pulled himself back up along side, wiping the his mouth with the back of his left hand. Without a word to the other boy, Dilandau laid down, eyes closing again without explanation offered.
It took a little for Van to come back to himself, and little tremors still worked through his muscles. He felt the presence of Dilandau beside him and opened his eyes, turning onto his side with a little effort. He stopped, fixing on the pale face, eyes closed, lying so calm and relaxed. His eyes flickered down along the other boy's body... not everything was relaxed then. Still rendered speechless, wondering distantly if he'd ever be able to use words again, he ran light fingers along the contours of the pale face. After a moment, he bent and kissed the boy beside him with fragile tenderness, slowly firming to something stronger.
Red eyes flickered open again, a tension lancing through the body beneath Van, and disappearing as quickly. A hand came up, breaking the kiss. "You don't have to," was all that was said. The other hand found the edge of the discarded blanket and drew it back over them.
Van leaned up on one elbow, looking down. "To what? Are there names for this?" he said hoarsely, finding his voice after all. The corner of his mouth pulled up slightly. In unconscious mimicry of earlier, he trailed one hand along Dilandau's body and ended by curling curious fingers around the other's flesh.
"Yes," the simple word was drawn out into a hiss as the air suddenly left Dilandau's lungs. "Quite a few," he added after a moment, as eyes closed, he regained his composure.
"Mmm," Van commented, slipping his fingers up along the shaft, then down, trailing the now spilled preliminary fluid along the heated length. He tilted his head, considering, and licked his lips briefly. It was... but it felt... and he... Bending over the albino's lap, he opened his mouth tentatively and darted his tongue out to taste.
Dilandau seemed to go rigid instantly, eyes closing as he swore, hand circling into the soft hides that served as the mattress.
He didn't move to stop the tentative action, but hissed through clenched teeth, "I said.... you didn't have to do... this."
A soft puff of warm breath followed the momentary retreat of warm tongue. "I heard you," Van murmured. He tilted his head, glancing up along the pale body. "You calling for game end?"
The eyes opened again. The wine-colored irises were unfocused but hinting at a predatory amusement. "No, just making sure you were aware of the rules."
One tanned shoulder moved negligently. "I'm not," Van said. "You can explain them." Then he returned his focus to the flesh still cradled in his fingers, and bent down again, reaching out with his tongue, exploring upper contours, then moving down slowly to let his lips move around the heated object, taking time to become accustomed to the taste, scent and feel of it.
Any coherent reply that Dilandau might have had was lost in a muffled sound. The boy seemed to both relax slightly in some way, as well as thrum with a tension below the surface. His eyes were closed again and head tilted back, forming an easy arch. The only signs came from his hands. One had left the mattress, to grip the tanned shoulders, the other clenching with convulsive strength.
Aware of the sensations that could be caused by these actions, Van explored slowly and carefully, learning to get used to the flesh, finding its contours, and discovered a buried suckling impulse rising. Contradictions rose also, but those voices were faint by comparison to the almost innocent excitement created by the pale one's reactions. His fingers tightened around the base of the shaft and his mouth moved down, suckling, then retreated, then moved down again, following the instinctive simulation in yet another form. His unoccupied hand slid along alabaster skin, down one thigh and back up it, gently nudging the tightening pouch of skin and its contents.
The ministrations rapidly wore down on the calm. Each wave of pleasure lapping against it, wearing away another layer of restraint. The Captain arched into the warm mouth, his own voice involuntarily giving sounds of approval. The boy had picked up alarmingly quickly, and it was all he cold do not to tumble the other right there. Even those protests in his mind drowned in another flash of unprepared incoherency as the warm hand traced back up along the inside of his leg. Of anything he could have expected or prepared for, the strange gentleness of the other had an intoxicating affect. The semi-coherent musings of thoughts no longer in control were drown out as Dilandau stiffened again, more intensely. A shudder took him as the last semblance of thought left, riding out in the wake of an orgasm.
The sudden tensing didn't completely translate to intelligent information, not in time, and Van choked a little as the hot, thick liquid spurted into his mouth, a sudden and unexpected new taste, and he recoiled slightly, letting some of the thick stuff run down the shaft. His hand moved soothingly along Dilandau's flank, and he quickly licked his lips, swallowing what was in his mouth after a bare moment's hesitation, and bent to take the last of it. His eyes roamed over the shuddering body beneath him with a powerful and dawning new pleasure that he could create such a reaction.
The rapid, shallow breathing of the albino slowly evened out. Without opening his eyes, Dilandau pushed back damp bangs, and the circlet, which had become uncomfortably loose from sweat. Tensions he wasn't even aware he'd harbored seemed to have eased away and his sensitized skin picked up the heat, now familiar in every way, not far away.
Not changing the unusual, calm expression, nor opening his eyes, his hand sought out the other boy, wrapping behind the neck above him and drawing Van down without force, simply craving the warmth beside him.
Van wiped his mouth unconsciously and yielded to the urging, sliding his arms around Dilandau's torso and pulling him close. He looked down, observing the oddly relaxed expression and suddenly felt something inside him flare and beat hard against his chest from the inside. Something he'd felt once... just once... Suddenly afraid, he tightened his hold and laid his cheek against the silverwhite, short but wavy hair, convincing himself that the dampness he felt was from the sweat-moistened locks and not from his own closed eyes.
Dilandau, mind swimming at the edge of unconsciousness, reacted more by instinct than conscious thought to the sudden increase in pressure around him. His own arms slid around Van's, loosely twining with each other, as he pressed more fully into the one beside him. The tension in the other boy's frame not entirely piercing the haze of contentment.
The return of the embrace comforted the fear Van didn't dare to name and he relaxed a little. Reaching down, he pulled up the again-discarded blanket and wrapped it around them both, feeling his own exhaustion and knowing his lover was no better off. Settling, he stroked the pale hair for a moment, refusing to face all the contradictions that were circling in his head. They'd wait. Closing his eyes, he could not quite stop the slight, silent laugh that came from somewhere. "Told you it was warmer," he murmured, easing into his own need for the refuge of sleep.
"Mmmph," the half articulated sound held a note of agreement. "But who sez is not delirious." Dilandau made a slight shake of the shoulders that could be taken as an unvoiced laugh. "'S too nice not to be a dream." He leaned in a little further, tucking his head. Unseen, Van could vaguely register the soft pulse of warmth that accompanied a flare of the pendant between them.
The softly murmured words struck an echo that pierced Van's heart like a swordthrust. His eyes flashed open in shock, then closed tightly. Holding himself still by using some of his formidable reserve of will, he waited until exhaustion pushed sleep on him, counting breaths as if it were all that kept the world spinning.
THE END OF PART 25!