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TITLE: Pedaristic Dreams

AUTHOR: Silver Foxfire

SERIES: Escaflowne

RATING: NC-17

PAIRINGS: Folken x Allen x Van, Adelphos x Dilandau, Gaddes x Dilandau x Chid

WARNINGS: Yaoi, Lemon, NCS, S, Vi, Violence, Language

DISCLAIMERS: Don't own, don't sue, don't maim, don't flame.

NOTE: All of you guys that requested this... Thank Satashii. O.o She battered and bribed me with everything she had to get me to write this. ^^ Gee, Evie, now I know how I make you feel. ^_~

PEDARISTIC DREAMS

Dilandau cried out in pain as he was viciously backhanded by his master, the sheer force of it knocking him to the ground. He immediately moved into a submissive position before Adelphos, his silver mane kissing the floor as he begged for his lord's mercy. He yelped as a heavy hand seized him by the tender hairs at the base of his skull and yanked him upwards, bringing crystal tears to his eyes.

"You are USELESS!" Adelphos roared at the cowering catamite. "What purpose do you serve but to cower and simper like the whore you are! Foul boy! I should give you to the soldiers! They should enjoy your company FAR more than I!"

He flung the small-framed boy to the floor in a crumbled heap, many eyes watching and too afraid to interfere.

"Father, please! This is unnecessary-"

"Shut up, boy! When I need your opinion, I'll ASK!"

Dilandau choked as his side was nearly kicked in by Adelphos, the heavy boot comin cin contact with enough force to knock him into tar war wall. He curled tightly on his side, gasping and coughing hard even as each movement sent fires of pain tearing through him.

"I-I-I'm s-s-sor-sorry, M-master..." He whispered out, tears spilling over his too pale cheeks.

"Get out of my SIGHT!" Adelphos snarled, his eyes dark with fury at the battered and bruised form on the floor.

Dilandau struggled to his feet, entire body shaking so badly he thought he would collapse any moment. He limped from the room, toward the squalid place his master made him rest when he'd been bad. He didn't see any of the eyes that gazed with sympathy upon his thin and bloody body.

The tears still falling down his face hot and dripping to his chest, slithering down his throat. The tears automatic now, his master had to love his tears...

_-^-_ _-^-_ _-^-_

"It's not right..." Van whispered, his arms locked tightly around Allen's neck as the fingers sifted through his thick black hair.

"I know... but I've tried to protect him. My father won't allow it." Allen growled, burying his face into the slender bronze neck.

Allen sighed as he felt the warm body behind him shift, pressing closer. He sighed softly as Folken's hands soothed him, rubbing his shoulders and back with firm, yet gentle touches. He lightly kissed Van's throat, hearing the soft sigh of pleasure from him. He felt Folken's hand slide around his sides, thumbs rubbing over his ribs through the soft tunic.

Folken gently pried Van's arms from around their masters' neck, placing gentle kisses there instead. He heard Van's soft, muffled moan and raised his eyes to see Van kissing Allen with all the fire and passion that his young body possessed. He felt his body react, the slight tensing in his lower belly and slight swelling in his shaft.

"Mmmm... Master...?" Van weredered softly, nibbling his lip as Allen pulled away from him to look at him.

"Hm?" Allen murmured, his eyes on Van's face as Folken ceased his distracting kisses to nuzzle the back of Allen's head, his eyes peering at Van, silently encouraging him over the crown of hair.

"What's gonna happen to Dilandau...?" He whispered, his eyes full of worry for the younger catamite.

Allen sighed softly and closed his eyes, trying to think of some way short of killing his father to free the boy. He felt Folken hold him tighter and sighed at the feeling of security that came with the embrace, enveloping him in a warm nest of blankets, flesh, and love. He wrapped his own arms around Van as the boy nestled up against him.

"I don't know, Van... but I swear to you that I will try... I will try to help him."

_-^-_ _-^-_ _-^-_

Dilandau had long since bathed his wounds as best he could with the dirty water he was given. It had stung his scratches but he had done it anyway, prohibited to bandage them because he was undeserving of them. He lay in the tiny worn mat that smelled like wet fur and was more likely than not used for the dogs bedding when not in use by him.

He tucked himself beneath the single, threadbare blanket, feeling the chill from a cracked and broken window bruss sks skin. He shut his eyes tightly in an attempt to make it all go away, but he knew that it would never happen. No one here would dare to even touch him without his master's permission.

He could see the stars emerging outside, the air getting colder as his trembles increased, hirty rty fists rubbing at his cheeks, leaving smudges of dust and grime across them, the same streaks adorning his body like war paint, no longer a beautiful pleasure slave, but a filthy little street waif.

"Boy."

He tensed before rising to kneel at his master's feet, his body lit by a thin rectangle of light.

"Have you learned your lesson?" The voice was cold and firm, Dilandau's trembling obvious at the sound of it.

"Yes, Master." Dilandau whispered, his hands curled into fists beside his head, the floor chilled and icy beneath his knuckles.

"Then you may come to my room. Get up."

Dilandau did not hesitate to obey, on his feet despite the shrieking of his body as he followed his master's much heavier, stronger form, the man's shadow stretching far and chilling the boy every time it passed over him from the shifting light of the torches aligning the halls.

He was lead into the Master Chamber, guided into the bathroom and instructed to heat the bath and prepare everything needed for bathing. He did as he was told; quickly, perfectly, silently,

"Disrobe me." Adelphos said, his voice growing huskier and Dilandau knew what was to be planned for him.

He undressed his master, but did nothing else, not having been ordered to do so. He revealed the battle-scar marked chest and torso, the body still strong and covered with dark hair. Dilandau could feel the rough curls of his chest against his fingers as he traced the path of it to the thatch of hair between his masters legs.

He guided all of the clothing downward, past the waking erection and took them into his hands as his master stepped out of them. He set them all into a basket meant for the servants and returned to his masters feet, kneeling and awaiting his orders.

"Undress yourself and then join me in the bath." Adelphos murmured as he sank into the water, the steam rising off of it, his dark eyes watching Dilandau remove the only scrap of clothing he was allowed to wear, a small red loincloth, decorated with dark, almost black jewels and barely covering his front and backsides.

He watched as his slave sank into the water, enjoying the gasp he brought from the boy as he pulled him against his chest. He sifted his fingers through the soft matting of silver hair and felt out every small curve in the boy's neck and shoulders, his hands massive and dark on the small-proportioned, pale body.

He smiled when Dilandau settled against halloallowing his master to do as he pleased. He stroked his hands down the smooth back, fingers tracing the delicate ridge of vertebrae and massaging the small dip above the curve is bis buttocks. He heard the soft sound of pleasure and continued the ministration as his other hand sought out the soap.

He poured it onto Dilandau's body, massaging the deep colored liquid into his skin and making the small bubbles appear, white and pure as they began to clear away the dirt on his body. He felt the boy all but melt in his arms by the time he was done with his back.

"Straddle my lap, boy." He gruffly ordered, pleased when he was obeyed immediately, the blush obvious on the small face.

He filled his hands once more with the liquid and rubbed the catamites chest, dirt coming off easily under Adelphos' hands. He cleared it completely away, rubbing the round cheeks with his thumbs and watching Dilandau's eyes flutter shut, his body pliant beneath his masters fingers.

"Good boy..." Adelphos whispered, rinsing all of now dirtied soap from his slender body. "Now face away from me..."

Once again, Dilandau obeyed, rising to his knees and settling his arms on the cool sides of the bathtub. Adelphos licked his lips at the sight of the slender body offering itself to him. He bowed his head to lick at Dilandau's water-slick skin, nipping at the small, soft buttocks as his hands parted them, licking at the hidden rosebud of his entrance just to hear the soft squeal that Dilandau gave when stimulated in such a fashion.

He reveled in the soft sounds Dilandau was making, his fingers rubbing at the small spot just behind the boys scrotum and smiling when he heard a deep moan be brought from him. He never liked his little one to be silent, nor did he LIKE to hear him whimper and see him cower. But the boy made him so angry at times... so angry, so often...

He listened intently as he pushed a finger inside the welld end entrance, Dilandau's body accepting it easily, and softly encouraging more of the thick digits. He listened to each small cry of pleasure as he pushed his fingers deep, stroking against the small nub of his prostate.

"Master..." Dilandau whimpered, unable to stop the name from slipping past his lips like a soft breeze.

"Yes, Dilandau?" Adelphos purred into Dilandau's ear, licking at the outer shell of it. "What would you like?"

"Your pleasure, Master..." Dilandau responded, gasping when he felt the fingers withdrawn, to be replaced by the thick and blood engorged shaft that slowly began to press inside of him. He closed his mouth over his wrist, biting it to still the sharp cry of being filled to the point of tearing.

He moaned as Adelphos began to thrust inside him and nursed at the small fount of blood from the wrist he had bitten too harshly. He let his cries increase as his master pressed deep inside of him, pulling him up onto his lap, Dilandau's smaramerame completely encompassed by the former general's body, all hard flesh and muscle.

He gave his master the sounds that he desired, the moans and gasps and pants, but most of all he begged his master, begged for more pleasure and pleaded for more touch. The things his master loved to hear, to be completely dominant and in control of the child's release.

He felt the thick shaft pushing in and out of him as the strong hands guided his hips. When he felt one of the hands completely cover his own small erection he gave a yelp of ecstasy. He gave into his masters growls and hisses and came, nothing yet coming from his too young body. He felt his master push as deeply as he could and fill him with the sticky essence, his small channel accepting it all.

He felt the chest behind his shoulders heaving slightly even as he felt the softening shaft be withdrawn from him. His masters hands cleansing the seed from inside of him before rising out of the dirty water and drying himself, leaving Dilandau in the water. He gave the soft order for Dilandau to come to him and Dilandau obeyed again, allowing himself to be dried by his master and lead naked into the bedroom.

He pressed himself tightly against Adelphos' side beneath the blankets, knowing his master enjoyed 'comforting' him after his climax. He allowed himself to slowly fall asleep in the hot embrace, Adelphos' skin seeming too hot and scalding his soft skin.

"Sleep, little Dilandau..." Adelphos whispered before slipping into a silent sleep, the boy nestled against him shutting his eyes and following him into darkness.

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A frightened shriek filled the halls, making Allen jerk awake, eyes wide and chest heaving. As he rose and threw on his robes, Folken and Van followed suit, close behind him. He opened the doors and was nearly knocked over by one of the servants, Hitomi.

"Lord Allen! He- your father- he-!"

"What?!" Allen said, grasping Hitomi's shoulders and shaking slightly, trying to calm the hysterical girl enough to get her to talk.

The girl yanked out of his arms and motioned erratically as she tried to explain, her tears and ragged breathing making the news indecipherable. He shook his head and fled down the hall toward his father's chambers, his attendanast ast behind him. There was already a small crowd, some of the women covering their mouths and gasping.

They parted for him and he saw the physician over his fathers bed and shaking his head. His eyes immediately fell onto the cowering form of Dilandau, curled in the corner and watching toctooctor with wide, frightened eyes, his trembling visible even to Allen.

"Folken." Allen said quickly, nodding toward the naked child.

He saw his mate slip past him and approach Dilandau as if he was coming toward a frightened animal, slowly opening him arms. The young boy flung himself into them without thought, sobbing hoarsely as Folken carried him out of the room.

"Lord Allen..." The doctor murmured, standing beside him. "Your father is dead."

"How?" He whispered, seeing the serene look on his father's face.

"He seems to have passed away during the nightat pat poor boy must have waken to see..." He trailed off, unable to finish the morbid line of thought.

"Understood... We shall have a funeral tomorrow... have him prepared by then..." Allen whispered, dropping his head and turning abruptly out of the room, feeling Van close beside him.

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"Shh..." Folken whispered softly to the frightened child in his arms, feeling the delicate body trembling against his own.

"He... he.. he's dead... Why...? He..." Dilandau's body was racked with dry sobs as he clung tightly to the soft cloth of Folken's robe, his tears staining the dark fabric.

Folken carried the boy easily, not saying anything other than soothing sounds and occasionally squeezing him closer. He could feel the sheer frailty of the one in his arms, the body even more slender than Van's. Folken thought the feeling of the one against him was unusual, not familiar as he felt the small fists curling against his shoulders.

His eyes were narrowed with displeasure as he took in the bruises that adorned the younger catamites body, small cuts that were turning red with infection. He could not help having dark thoughts about the man that had caused such flaws. He thought it best to tend to them first before taking him to the nursemaid.

He turned into the room that he shared with his brother and master, both his mates. He felt the boy tense in his arms, but relax as he was taking into the unused slaves chambers and laid upon soft white blankets.

"Stay..." He murmured, making sure his voice was thick with a foreign accent, ensuring that no one know that he spoke the language but for Allen and Van.

He saw the boy acquiesce, curling in on himself, the blankets almost matching the tone of his skin. He took out a small flask of medicine that Van had so gently rubbed into his old lash marks, removing the painful sting of ragged cuts. He approached the youth, settling beside him and urged him to roll onto his belly.

He heard the soft whimpers as he lightly prodded at the bruises, soaking his fingers in the thick liquid of herbs before gently massaging it into the abrasions and broken skin. He felt each tiny tremor of pain shoot through the boy's body and he tried to soothe him as best he could.

"Folken?"

Folken answered with a soft sound of acknowledgment and saw Van and Allen come through the door. He felt Dilandau tense beneath his fingers, the shaking growing worse.

"Shh..." He whispered, casting a glance towards his lovers.

Allen knelt beside the bed, in Dilandau's line of Vision and gently brushed back a lock of silver hair. He saw the flinch immediately and felt his anger and his grief for his father battle for dominance. He continued to touch the small boy in as soothing a fashion as he could manage, seeing Van settle on Dilandau's other side, observing, but not touching as Folken gently turned him onto his back to aid the injuries that blossomed over his chest.

"Are you all right, little one...?" He asked softly, seeing the boys eyes flit away every time he tried to meet them with his own.

Dilandau gave a small shake of his head, tears still welled in his eyes. Allen sighed and rose, whispering in Folken's ear about what was to be done with him after he was fully tended to. He received a nod from Folken before leaving, heavy with the burden of his newly placed leadership.

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Dilandau looked out the window with trepidation creeping into his body every league they took, getting closer and closer to his destination, to his new master. His eyes fell upon Folken, his escort and the one who had so gently taken care of him after Adelphos had died. He shifted in his seat and moved closer to him, nestling into his arms as Folken cradled him.

"Shh... be still, Dilandau..." Folken murmured, kissing the top of his head.

"But I'm nervous..." Dilandau whispered, struggling to become closer to the foreign man, even the fingers massaging his scalp didn't help, the softest whine leaving his throat. "What if he... What if he's like HIM?"

"No... The master would not do that to you..." Folken said, completely sure of his statement, as he had made Allen promise that this unknown man would be gentle.

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"Folken... I SWEAR! My cousin is by far one of the gentlest people I know! And he would be fully capable of taking care of him! He has a catamite about Dilandau's age and he is one of the sweetest creatures I've had the good fortune to meet."

"But will your cousin overlook Dilandau for this other boy?"

"NO. Do I overlook you, Folken? Do I not give you as much of my love as I do to Van?"

"*sigh* No, you do not. And you do give me your love."

"Then why are you not trusting me?"

"It's not a matter of TRUST... I'm worried for him... he's fragileot;
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