Think What You Want

Here it is my Bastard Work of Fiction. Decided it was about time I updated.
Legal B.S. I do not own Bastard or any of its characters so please do not sue me.
Well with that said lets get on with it, after all I worked pretty hard on this bad boy ^_^

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He pressed the pillow more tightly over his ears and still it was no use. “Damn it all Kall-Su!” Darsh cursed rather loudly. The boy was talking in his sleep again and it was beginning to annoy the crap out of him. Sitting up he pressed his feet to the cold marble floor. He started walking to the adjacent room when he decided he probably ought to not be stark naked, should he wake the boy. With something close to a grumble he grabbed his sleep tunic and threw it on, calling it good enough. He didn’t honestly know what he planned on doing, he just knew he needed that noise to stop. Maybe he could cast a silencing spell. Wait did he know any silencing spells? Usually silencing meant death and he certainly didn’t want to kill the teen. He just wanted him to shut the hell up!

Kall-Su shifted and turned restlessly in his sleep. Dreams, horrible dreams were plaguing him, yet they were almost wonderful at the same time. His fingers tangled in long white hair as surprisingly soft and gentle lips made him moan and writhe.

He stepped as silently as possible into the vast room. A large bed made from random cushions and blankets sat in the center. In the middle of that lay a constantly noisy, destroyer of all that was restful, in the Sorcerer’s eyes. Darsh simply stood there for a moment watching the boy twist and turn. Part of him wanted to comfort the shivering form, but the rational part reminded him he had no idea how. Sure he took him in, but he wasn’t really a dad and he didn’t really know what to say. The greatest sorcerer the world would see and he had, at this point, no clue. The teen shifted again this time letting out a rather loud moan. Darsh raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm so that’s why he isn’t sleeping.”

Kall-Su rolled over again, throwing the blankets off with an exasperated growl. He nuzzled closer to the pillows, trying to get comfortable in his restlessness.

Darsh was just about to leave, afraid of waking the teen. Not entirly sure why he was there in the first place. He took two steps when...

“Mmm Darsh”.

That was…unexpected, correction that was WHAT!!??!! Darsh turned on his heal to look back at the blond. *That can’t be right, could it?* He thought staring intently. Sure enough his name once again sounded from the teen’s lips. Now he was intrigued, he would have thought Arshe or the name of some other woman would be coming from his charge, never his own.

Kall-Su was now flat on his back and beginning to wake. He could feel someone else’s presence and instantly felt dread wash over him. As if in answer to his worst fears, he caught site of a face. It’s expression one of awe and framed by long pure white hair. “Oh god”, he groaned, wishing his bed would swallow him whole. “How…how long have you been there?” Kall-Su inquired surprised by his ability to speak at this point.

“Long enough”, Darsh replied a light hint of a smirk in his voice. He stepped closer, stopping when the fear in those blue eyes spiked. He rocked back on his heals, contemplating what if anything he should do next.

“I’ll get my things then…don’t worry you won’t see me again”, Kall-Su stated albeit numbly, sadly. He began to getup when…

“I don’t remember telling you, you had to leave”, Darsh replied, stepping forward again. He watched those eyes as he moved, following the contour of the ice sorcerer’s face. He’d never thought about it before, but something told him this could be interesting and he liked trying new things. Besides that Arshe was gone and would be for a while. He’d managed to piss her off again and as usual she left for some cooling off time. The way that had gone it could be a month before she felt like coming back. This meant he had nothing for “certain” purposes and he was rapidly nearing his breaking point.

He gasped as the ruler of fire stepped closer trying to move away, but finding his body unwilling to cooperate. “You…I…” Kall-Su stuttered. Darsh was at his bedside and he was feeling as frozen as if he had been victim to one of his own spells. Blue eyes trapped his own sapphire gaze in a mesmerizing stare.

“Tell me Kall-Su how long…have you…desired me?” Darsh inquired slowly, seductively. He reached out smirking faintly as the teen tensed. He brushed his fingers along a flushed cheek, marveling at the softness of the skin beneath his fingertips. Suddenly he wanted to touch more, there was no turning back now. He just had to know what it was like, having sex with another man.

“I…” Kall-Su started, only to have that touch send a wave of heat straight to his groin. Those eyes bored into him, forcing him to continue, not letting him get away without answering. “A long time”, he admitted soft and ashamed. He looked away, not wanting to see the look of disgust and rejection that would surely be there.

“Interesting”, Darsh murmured. He felt sure Kall-Su was about to die of shock as he let his lips cover the quivering teen’s. It was strange and yet good. The ice sorcerer had quite the taste to him. It was cooling and sweet at the same time and he had to have more.

Kall-Su broke away before Darsh could further the kiss. “But I thought you only…” He started, trailing off as the fire ruler smirked at him.

“You can think what you want to, but it won’t change anything”, Darsh replied, his smirk growing wider. “You have me intrigued, which doesn’t happen often”, he admitted.

“So basically Arshe is gone and you need someone to fuck!!” Kall-Su stated bluntly. Slight anger and…disappointment, showed in his voice as he turned away again.

Darsh let loose a low rumbling laugh, “Like I said think what you want…the question is do you really want what I’m willing to give?”

Kall-Su nearly had a heart attack on the spot. He stared wide eyed at the man kneeling before him, wondering if he was dreaming. Was Dark Schneider actually offering what he thought he was? He could feel his heart begin to pound, this couldn’t be possible could it? Then he felt those hands on his face and those lips growing nearer. Feeling utterly weak, he wanted it so bad. “Yes”, he whispered finally finding his voice. Looking up he met the other\'s gaze full on, his own eyes hazed with want and need.

“You know I can’t give you any promises or if I do I probably won’t keep them?” Darsh questioned slightly surprised by the teens quick and honest answer.

“I know, I know what you are, I know who you are, I know what you are like, and I still…I…I want you”, Kall-Su answered his eyes intent and his voice surprisingly steady. He leaned forward reaching out to Darsh for the first time. Surprised when the man just stayed, letting him take control for the moment. He could feel the power sparking off the surprisingly soft skin covering strong, sleek muscle. Letting his hands trail up one strong arm he finally tangled them in the long white hair he’d longed to touch. A small sigh of approval escaped him at the feeling of the silk intertwined in his fingers.

He sat patiently letting the teen take his time to explore and get comfortable with the thought of what was about to happen. Soon though, he would take back control, the one thing he loved and craved. It was like his fix, what he got off on, being in absolute control. He was quite sure the teen knew of his powers, knew of his legend. Now the ice sorcerer would know…and boy this was odd to say!! Kall-Su would know of his power in bed. Something he happened to particularly pride himself in he might add. He decided enough was enough and moved in pushing the blond gently yet forcefully to the bed.

Kall-Su moaned softly as their barely covered bodies pressed together. He could feel the fire ruler’s length pressing against him and he couldn’t help, but moan again. “Please…need…mhhhh”, he gasped as Darsh ground his hips against his.

He smiled just the effect he was after. Something in the back of his mind told him he really liked this. He’d never had anyone so willing, so needy and it was intoxicating. Pulling back he took the blond with him. A few deft moves and he laid the teen back down, completely naked and blushing furiously. He smiled trailing a finger along an emotion flared cheek. Then he let his hand wander, following every contour of the lithe body before him. He studied it like he was learning a new magic spell. Tracing lower now he earned a gasp as his fingers brushed over a nipple. *Oh so he liked that did he?* Darsh thought bringing his fingers back. He teased the nub till it hardened doing the same to the other.

Kall-Su writhed under the teasing hand, arching into the almost to light touch. He cried out as purposeful lips followed those fingers. “Mhhh…need…mhhh”, he moaned arching again. His eyes were closed, but he would swear willingly on his life. That there was a smirk on those lips right now. Blind, fumbling fingers reached out tangling in the white silk once more. It was like his dream was coming true, his every fantasy.

Darsh moved further down, the sounds coming from those parted lips furthering his drive to explore. His fingers soon reached the indent where thigh met hip. It became apparent as a weak spot. The blond leting out a rather loud moan at the caress said spot received. He smiled as the teen tried to attain more of the touch. His slim hips raising from the bed just that much more.

“Please…mmm Darsh…please…need”, Kall-Su moaned, desperate for more of the pleasure he felt at just a simple touch. He didn\'t care how many times he pleaded. Knowing Darsh liked to hear him beg was reason enough to keep doing it. A shudder ran through him as he heard a soft low chuckle and felt a lone fingertip trace his length. Then he was engulfed in a powerful sensation as the fingertip was joined by the rest. He cried out thrusting up into Darsh’s hand. A flash of pure pleasure overtook him and he felt like he was finally alive and yet dying at the same time.

He continued to pleasure the blond watching with satisfaction, the looks and motions of pure ecstasy he made. Somehow this wasn’t so odd anymore, after all he was a man and therefore knew what a man desired. It was almost funny, he hadn’t said a word since Kall-Su had accepted his offer. Truth be told he didn’t really know what to say. He supposed he could tease, say things that would make the blond writhe even more. Then an idea hit him, a wicked idea that he just couldn’t ignore. He leaned in close, his hand slowing to an almost stand still. “Mmm you like that don’t you?” Darsh inquired his voice thick. He nibbled lightly on Kall-Su’s earlobe. It was one of his signature moves and it worked every time. Tonight was no exception, “do you want more?” A low moan his only answer. “Tell me…tell me you want more”, Darsh commanded letting his hand trail upward far enough for the body beneath his to quiver at the loss.

Kall-Su nearly sobbed; tears of need beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. “God please…” He cried trying to arch only to realize he was being held down.

“Please what Kall-Su?” Darsh purred nibbling at the teen’s earlobe again. “Tell me and I just might give it to you”, he added sadistically.

“Bastard!” Kall-Su growled, though he was in no position to make threats.

“You know I get called that a lot”, Darsh replied with a laugh, “can’t imagine why”, he added still grinning. He traced his tongue along the shell of the blonde’s ear, feeling the shudder that ran through the body beneath him. “Say it Kall-Su”, Darsh commanded in a voice any subject would be quick to comply with. For fear of things worse than death.

He trembled under the power of the fire ruler’s voice and he wanted him even more. “Yes…Oh god…please don’t stop…please!” He cried. The tears nearly falling. He felt the hand around him again stroking, teasing, but at least it was there.

“How far Kall-Su?” Darsh inquired, his lips hovering just above the blonde’s. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He added as his tongue flicked over the full mouth. He knew it was crude it always was, but that never bothered him before so why should it bother him now? There was no other way to say it anyway; it was simply what it was. He moved in quicker, harder strokes never really giving the ice sorcerer a chance to answer.

“Y…yes I w…want…mmmm you inside me”, Kall-Su finally answered barely finding his voice between moans and panting breaths.

“You’re sure?” Darsh replied. He would stop; this would be it if that was what the teen wanted. He may be demanding and sometimes forceful, but he wasn’t a rapist. Never would he stoop so low. He’d seen it once, the look on the face of one so brutally scarred. He promised himself after that day that he would never hurt anyone like that. No matter how cruel he seemed, no matter what anyone thought of him. He was better than that. So he asked; he needed to be sure even though he himself didn’t want to stop. He wasn’t what was important at this point.

“God just fuck me…please!” Kall-Su groaned feeling like he was about to burst with need.

Darsh raised an eyebrow and was that close to a smirk. It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected, but then neither was this entire situation. He hardened his strokes and loosened his grip on those slim hips. Letting the teen literally fuck his hand as he growled at the moaning sounds his touch caused.

He felt so close and was beginning to get frantic, “Aren’t you going to…?” Kall-Su inquired trailing off when he saw the gleam in those sapphire eyes. He felt the chuckle against his skin where Darsh was currently laving kisses along his neck and chest. It wouldn’t be long now, his breath growing more ragged by the second.

“Want you to come first!” He replied running his thumb over the tip. The sorcerer cried out and he smiled. With two more hard pumps of his fist, he sent the teen over the edge. A cry awfully close to his name rang through the room as the body beneath him tightened. The blonde’s seed spilled over his hand and onto said blonde’s own stomach. He was silent for a moment lost in what had just happened. Almost as lost as the teen was, almost. He looked down at the creamy substance and brought a finger slowly to his lips.

Kall-Su watched, his eyes hazed, his chest rising and falling in slowly calming breaths. He stayed almost frozen as the fire ruler’s tongue flicked out to meet the finger.

He tasted the essence on his finger his eyes closing as if in concentration. It was salty, yet sweet and there was something about it. He leaned down close to the teen’s ear as he lifted the finger to the blonde’s lips. “You taste good and now…mmmm I want to feel you”, Darsh whispered tracing those lips.

He slipped his own tongue out meeting the digit. He could taste himself; it was strange and yet somehow exciting. Then the finger was gone, tracing the mess on his belly. He moaned softly getting the feeling he knew what was coming next. He felt his legs being spread, felt the touch against his entrance and he couldn’t help but shiver. “H…have you ever…?” Kall-Su stuttered wondering why this seemed like second nature to the much older man. Again he was answered with a laugh as the first finger pressed inside.

Darsh gasped at the tightness and how the muscles clamped down on him at the intrusion. It was so tight not even a virgin could compare to this. He wondered faintly since Kall-Su was a virgin as well, if it would be this tight every time. Feeling the teen relax, he slid another finger inside. *So he knew what to expect hmm?* He smirked as he moved his fingers in and out. The blonde moaned and writhed, though still confused as to how the fire ruler knew what he was doing. “No I’ve never, but I’ve met those who have and over the years you learn a few things”, Darsh answered finally quelling the frustration that practically oozed out of the teen.

Kall-Su sighed in understanding, then moaned as those fingers pressed further. Bucking back, he tried desperately to get more of that touch. He reached out for the first time in a long while. “You’re wearing to much!” The blond complained breathlessly, tugging at the sleep tunic covering the body he longed to touch.

“Hmmm indeed I am”, Darsh agreed. He continued to prepare the blonde all while practically ripping the tunic off with his free hand. Hearing the gasp he saw the awe flashing in soft blue eyes.

“So…how…oh god..” Kall-Su stuttered unable to turn his eyes away from the site before him. The fire ruler was in a word, huge! He knew there would be pain involved in this, regardless. But THAT, he thought, was going to hurt like hell! He was brought back from his thoughts as a third finger slid inside him, stretching him further. Hissing softly as a slight pain sparked through him. So far Darsh had been doing everything and that was fine. Part of him minded though, part of him wanted to touch, to taste, and to feel. Just like the older man was doing to him. \"Touch you”, Kall-Su mumbled, his mind a haze.

Darsh smiled, he had been wondering how long it would be before the teen voiced the need showing in his pale blue eyes. He clasped the blonde’s hand gently. Still able to keep up with his own stroking and teasing. Guiding slightly shaking fingertips to his skin, he let go when they seemed to gain a mind of their own. All too soon though, the teen was ready and he just couldn’t wait any longer. He moved slightly, eliciting a whimper as he positioned himself to lean against the mass of pillows at the head of the bed. “This way you can touch me better”, Darsh informed, softly nibbling yet again on the blonde’s earlobe.

He let a low moan escape even as he was pulled into the fire ruler’s lap. Biting his lip as he sank slowly on that amazing length. He cried out as it felt like being torn in two only from the inside. Gentle hands traced his sides and he managed a small smile at the gesture. “H…hurts!” Kall-Su cringed. It felt like it was taking forever and the pleasure was no where in sight. He had wanted it though, oh god he had wanted this for so long. Deciding to concentrate on other things, He cracked an eye open to see blue eyes gazing intently at him.

Darsh held back with all the willpower he had, god it was so tight. He felt like the blond\'s body was pulling him in, the sensation almost painful. Had it not been for the shockwaves pulsing though him at the feeling of the tight heat. He could see the pain; the concentration etched into the teens features. Tracing soothing fingers along the taught muscles at torso and hips, he leaned in. He knew a way to hopefully make this easier on the teen. That or it would scar him forever but he would take that chance. “Hold on”, Darsh whispered. Then his lips covered the blonde’s, engaging him in a searing kiss as he took hold of those slim hips. Then he thrust up, sheathing himself to the hilt in blissful heat. Almost posetive he would never hear again as a painful cry ripped through the room. He opened his eyes to see the most erotic sight, despite the pain he was sure the teen must be feeling. Kall-Su had his head thrown back, his body arched, and his mouth hung open. This all while his body heaved and sweat glistened on his tanned skin. “You ok?” Darsh inquired after taking in the mouth watering sight. Wrapping his arms around that body, he attached his lips to the more than inviting throat.

“Move…” Kall-Su commanded, slight irritation in his voice despite the smirk beginning to form.

“Huh??” Darsh inquired, a bit confused.

“You heard me”, Kall-Su replied, tilting his head back down to stare at the older man.

“But…won’t it…?” Darsh questioned, not wanting to hurt the teen further.

Kall-Su just smirked and swiveled his hips not at all surprised when the fire ruler moaned. “See? Now move before I freeze you like that!” He added, his grin almost evil. He grabbed a hold of strong shoulders for balance as they started to move together. The first few thrusts still hurt a bit, but gradually all that pain was washed away. “Mmm yes…right…ahhhh”, Kall-Su moaned as he angled just right, causing Darsh to hit that spot every time.

“Mmmm god you’re so tight”, Darsh growled, pulling harder thrusting further. Pleasure filled sounds saturated the room as they moved together, striving for release. He ravaged the teen\'s sweet mouth again and again, his hands roaming every where. Then something happened, something he never even imagined. Kall-Su shifted leaning back on his arms and bracing himself in an almost crabwalk position. Without thinking he followed, pulling long legs over his arms and pounding into the body now beneath him.

“God DARSH!!” Kall-Su nearly screamed, his body practically slamming into the bed with each powerful thrust. Purposeful lips were on his skin and his hands were tangled in long white hair as they drove each other closer and closer to the edge. He felt like crying, he vaguely remembered afterwards that he did. He felt fingers wrap around his aching length and pump in time to each thrust. He tried as hard as he could but that did it and he couldn’t hang on any longer. His entire body arched into the strength above him and he came hard so hard it ripped sobs from his throat.

Darsh felt the muscles tighten, felt the white heat pouring itself out into his hand. He moved with full force even as the inner walls of the teen’s body clamped down on him. Calling out as he continued to thrust, riding out the force of his own orgasm. When he had spent himself completely into the tightened passage, he collapsed with a sigh. Having barely enough coherency he remembered to roll to the side so as not to suffocate the blonde.

“Thank you”, Kall-Su hiccupped, faint trails of tears showing on his cheeks. He turned away slightly when he received no reply, expecting rejection once again. He shouldn’t have been so stupid to think…that maybe, just maybe the older man would really care. Then he was rolled over and forced to look into those stunning blue eyes, rivaled only by his own.

“It was my pleasure Kall-Su. You can trust me on that!” Darsh purred kissing the teen softly. He smirked at the wide eyed expression the ice sorcerer was now wearing. “I may not make promises, but I’m not that cruel”, he added.

“Gomen…will you…stay?” Kall-Su inquired albeit still meekly.

“I don’t think I could move if I wanted to”, Darsh replied as he pulled the blankets up over them.

“Darsh?”

“Yeah?”

“What about Arshe?” Kall-Su inquired softly, his fingers absently running once more through long white silk.

“Mmm no think! Sleep!” Darsh muttered closing his eyes with a grunt.

Kall-Su couldn’t help but smile, this certainly WAS going to be interesting.


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