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Fairytale in Blue	By : Meirav Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 1579 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 2
- 3
Disclaimer:
I do not own X’s characters. What I do with them is my business alone!

Loreline Town
and Land are all
mine.

Author’s
Thanks: To
Feather-chan (high school bitchy, nani? And XD on
Subaru being everyone’s personal bitch, yeah, I guess he is after all), to
Stapler who gets 10 points for recognizing the Phantom of the Opera thing,
blame Trench_Kamen for that if you wish.

Warnings:
Lemon, this story’s hitting its first
reason for its M rating.

20
points to anyone who recognizes where the names of countries are taken from,
though it’s almost completely obvious.

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Chapter
3 – The Dark Wizard’s Tower

Once
upon a time in a land far, far away….

A
High Priest rode through a thick magical forest towards the lair of his arch
enemy.

As he rode through the magical realm, Subaru couldn’t
shake off the feeling of being watched by everything he passed.

He was right; trees, bushes, birds, small forest
animals scurrying away from his horse’s path, everything had ears and eyes in
the magical forest.

As a High Priest he was familiar with every type of
magical creature in these parts of the world so he knew what was observing him.

Some of the things looking at him were pure good; they reached out branches and tiny glowing hands to
stop him and pull him away from his destination.

Some of the things were evil;
cursing after him in dark tongues, observing him hungrily as if waiting for his
corpse to be thrown back from the dark tower and provide them a meal tonight.

Some of the things were brainless, childish things
with nothing but eyes and tiny glowing bodies. They stared at him as he passed
and wondered about it for a few minutes before forgetting about it and becoming
fascinated by Subaru’s actions all over again.

“Where is she?” a soft whisper caressed the air,
reaching Subaru’s ears like unseen tentacles.

He turned around surprised, asking his horse to stop
for a moment.

“Where is she?” it was warm like a single beam of soft
light. It carried the scent of flowers and ripe fruits. This was the voice of a
fairy queen.

“Mother of All Trees,”
Subaru heard himself mumble. He gasped.

Mother of All Trees was a fairy spirit of much power,
both to destroy and to build, who (according to the ancient books) places every
tree and plant where it stands. She cares for it as it grows,
she protects it from its enemies whenever she can. She is a powerful being; a menacing being if her children are harmed.

Wizards of both dark and light side are taught to respect
the Mother, to be humble and silent around her and to never ever do any
harm to her children.

“Is she alright?” the whisper dripped of misery and
pain “Is she well?”

Pulling
out his forest talisman, a stem of the Lambas flower
kept safe and blooming by his powers, Subaru gathered the courage to speak back
to the Mother, “Who is it you speak of, oh
great forest spirit?”

The voice sighed. It sounded like old trees creaking
and wood bark stretching “My daughter, my youngest daughter.”

“Your daughter, holy forest spirit?”

“She is gone… off
with the man tribe… where is she?”

Understanding hit Subaru like an arrow to the head, “I’ve seen her
lady of green, and she is safe.”

The voice sighed once again. Now it sounded like leaves stretching out to sunlight, like a flower
opening.

The forest became silent again, save for the chirping
of birds and random animal calls.

Subaru let go of his talisman and scanned his
environment eagerly as if expecting the see the Mother in her physical form.

The mindless glowing forest ghost children stared at
him and clicked with their spinning heads. He smiled sweetly at them and dug
into his bag.

Those who wish to walk into the magical forest and win
its guardian’s favour must show parental warmth to these tiny spirits if they
plan on penetrating its deepest, most powerful heart
and live to tell of it.

He pulled a clay cup he prepared in advance. It was
dark brown with delicate dark green drawings of a tree grove in fall. He placed
the cup on a moss covered rock and watched as the ghost children gathered
around it.

As brainless as they may be, these spirits had a
childish curiosity for anything and everything and whenever they’d find
something interesting they’d ogle at it for hours on end. To offer them a
harmless, blunt object made by man will be enough to satisfy the guardian
spirits all around Subaru.

And they were all around Subaru; gazing at him,
scrutinizing him, digging into his very soul to try and see if they should
allow him the path through their sanctuary.

He passed their test. He was trained from childhood to
become the pure harmless man that he is now and allow such creatures as
guardian forest spirits to see him in a positive light.

One spirit, ancient and wise almost as the Mother,
turned to Subaru personally. It wore the shape of an owl who flew to perch
himself on a branch above the rock where Subaru placed his offering.

“You know your path’s end?”
the owl spoke, its strange voice imbedded with the animal’s natural voice.

Subaru nodded.

“And you know the dangers in the end?”

“I am aware of everything in the black tower.”

“Then why do you go?”

“Because I must protect my princess.”

“Human loyalty takes strange shapes.”

“We are different creatures, we see the world
differently.”

“No wizard; you are a different creature than your kind, you see the world differently.”

Subaru snapped his eyes to the owl, stunned.

He shook himself out of the shock and motioned his
horse to keep riding forward, towards the Black Wizard.

*********************

Subaru was taken by surprise when invisible strands of
sweet singing wrapped him like a spider’s web.

Actually, the voices
did not surprise him at all; this was a part of the magical forest where such
voices could be heard.

He was surprised because he was able to see
what made those voices.

Inside a hollow cave made of a hundred trees bent
forward until their branches intertwined, a large shallow pool laid glowing
bright blue.

This was the secret pool of forest nymphs, "Spirit Waifs"
as men call it, and one of the most dangerous places for a human to be in.

The nymphs never let themselves be seen by humans and
if one accidentally comes to see any of them the human dies immediately; killed
by the nymph’s powers.

Scattered like cast away corpses all around the pool’s
shore, soaking in the strange gooey water, stretching out long thin limbs on
the trees around them, lithe bright blue creatures lay.

Their faces were pointy and strange, ugly yet
beautiful. They had tiny slits of pitch black eyes, long delicate thin noses,
huge flat pointy ears and hairs that looked like spider webs. Their mouths were
tiny thin cracks which never opened; they make noises through gill-like slits
at their ribs.

Clutching his talisman powerfully, Subaru could feel
the cold sweat of horror covering him. At the same time he was also enchanted
beyond joy; these were rare, powerful creatures, sweet things as much as they
can be cruel, as magnificent as they can be terrifying.

Their role is to plant what the Mother tells them to
plant, to protect that which needs protection, and to kill what needs be killed to keep the forest in
good state. They are powered by her immense strength, a breed of her children
along with wood fairies and guardian spirits.

The nymphs are emotionless, placid creatures who do
nothing but act on Mother’s command and hardly do anything else in breaks
between their chores. They are her children, and so they must be equally
respected as her.

The horse under Subaru began trembling, whipping its
head violently and stomping the ground in anxiety as a waif pulled itself out
of the pool and neared them.

Subaru’s vision became framed by darkness, stars twinkled before his eyes; the waif was
scanning him to see what he knows and what he wishes to do here.

It drew too near him, reaching its long stick-like
fingers towards them to touch his horse. The animal went into a rage but simply
could not move away, it was transfixed by the nymph’s spell.

Levelling its face with one of the horse’s eyes, the
nymph whispered (or hissed, it was a mixture of the
two), “Have you seen the one of us in your
home? Have you seen the lost one? The stray one? The
one who followed a human? The silent brainless one? My
child, have you seen it?”

Suddenly noting the crown of thin intertwined branches
around the nymph’s head, Subaru realized this was the nymph queen speaking to
his horse!

First, he gets to see
the pool without meeting instant death, then the one and only nymph queen comes
to talk to them personally; what’s going on?!

The horse stilled and blinked at the creature before
him ignorantly; it did not know what the waif was speaking of.

The nymph threw its frail transparent body backwards,
hurling its slim arms in the air with a shrill of anger. The horse began
twitching again and Subaru felt the talisman in his hand beginning to fail;
this was beyond its magical protection.

The waif now threw its arms forward, aiming to snap
the horse dead under Subaru, then to attack him.

Subaru thought of the Black Wizard, bringing the image
of his face before his eyes.

The nymph emitted a long painfully high-pitched scream
and withdrew. The pool was no more, it faded and hid itself.

Subaru took a deep breath and fought away the image he
brought before him. Everything in the forest, besides the Mother herself,
feared the Black Wizard whether they were magical creatures or men of magic.

He passed through the most dangerous part of the
forest and was only but a few minutes’ ride from the Wizard. Subaru climbed off
his trembling horse and soothed it, running his hand across his neck and
whispering sweet spells to ease its wrecked nerves.

As soon as his horse was prepared, Subaru set out to
make his sacrifice.

*******************

The smooth black marble walls of the Wizard’s castle
reflected whatever dim light through the thick layer of dark clouds forever
hanging above the edge of the forest.

Subaru’s seen these tall endless walls so many times
he no longer felt the sheer terror as he pondered entering the fort.

Though the castle was immense, it was completely
vacant save for the Wizard. Once, this was a
capital of a tiny land neighbouring Loreline and the
castle was its palace.

Then the Black Wizard appeared from the south and
annihilated its citizens, strangling its king and queen in their sleep, washing
away the building with his spells and evil spirits he called upon.

He liberated the nearby forest from the loggers and
hunters who roamed through it when the capital existed there and called for
magical creatures to gather to the newly purified realm.

The creatures came pouring in willingly and even saw
the Black Wizard as their leader until the Mother of All Trees saw right
through his scheme and gathered her children back into her lap and away from
the Wizard’s poisonous words.

The Wizard was trying to have the loyalty of the more
powerful magical creatures of the forest so he
would have a private army to take over the countries around his new fort. Where
this plan failed a thousand new schemes bloomed instead.

For now, the changed
palace became a pit of evil, the home of one of the world’s most dangerous men.

Noting that the
forest betrayed him, the Wizard planted the most evil plant ever to exist;
cherry trees who feed on souls no matter what they are or how much magic they
wield. He planted a ring of them to block away the forest from his realm and
sat content in his black tower, alone and undisturbed.

Through this deadly ring of trees Subaru had safe
passage; the Wizard taught his guard dogs to never harm a hair on his head under
the penalty of death. All Subaru had to do was to be without fresh wounds and
not be wounded while in the ring or the smell of blood would drive the plants insane with hunger.

Considering his horse’s nervous condition, Subaru
climbed off the beast and let it graze in peace until he'd finished his business in the castle. He would take the rest of the road on foot.

The great black doors creaked open with a long painful
moan of the grieving souls of anyone who ever trespassed into the castle and
was punished. They tried to ask Subaru not to do it, not to walk in and speak
to the Wizard. Subaru chose to ignore them.

Feeling something slithering on his foot, Subaru gazed
down to see a huge ugly centipede twitching its way past him and forward down a
corridor to Subaru’s left. Another centipede wobbled past his feet towards its
kin and another and another until the floor became flooded by the revolting
insects.

Subaru bit down on his nausea, scanning the trail made
for him.

Toads joined the flood, large warty brown toads and
bright green tiny frogs leaped through the flood, often lashing out with their
tongues to catch their meals amongst the
insects.

Spiders dangled from the ceiling and shot webs
forward, down the corridor, gliding across the walls and whatever cast away
piece of rotten furnishing which came across them.

Slugs drew long silver lines on the walls down the
corridor’s walls, turning their long oozy antennas backwards to check on
Subaru’s progress after them.

Snakes of all sizes slithered through the tide of vile
creatures, hissing and rattling and swallowing a frog whenever they wished it.

Flies swarmed in a black ball thorough the air, past
Subaru’s head and down the corridor, followed closely by bats who feasted on
them as they flew along.

Rats washed around Subaru’s feet, a rodent often
standing on its rear legs while grabbing at the magician's socks, as if contemplating to steal or bite something off of
the man.

The tide must be leading him towards where the Black
Wizard lay or else no such gathering of vile things could be made.

He followed the trail down intertwining corridors and
huge abandoned halls blackened by neglect and filth. The tide washed past
scattered human bones, cast off rotting fabrics and magnificent jewels, mindless
to their meanings.

Subaru frowned, he never saw this path. He never knew
the castle had such a part in it. Where were they leading him? Where is the
Black Wizard now?

The tide soon answered him. It crashed on a rotten
wooden door, many of the creatures climbing on it or on the walls around it,
hanging down its lintel and its knob.

As soon as Subaru realized the Wizard was beyond this
door the tide scattered, each slithering or crawling back to whatever filthy
pit and lair it came from.

Subaru took a deep breath and placed his hand on the
doorknob, shaking off a young spider that still dangled down it and now climbed
on him.

Whispering a soft prayer for protection, he pushed the
knob down and swung the door open.

The door revealed a huge round court surrounded by
tall dead trees, branches barren and black with crows perched scattered all
around it.

The floor was grey stone, smooth and covered by a
thick layer of dust and grime.

In the middle of the court stood a round table made of
the same grey stone as the floor and two chairs, on one of which sat the Black
Wizard.

Yellow and dark orange leaves lay scattered everywhere; on the ground, the table,
at the edge of the court, on the Wizard’s mucky grey cloak.

The Wizard, unlike any other time Subaru laid eyes on
him, sat bent on the table wearily, his face hidden in the hood of his cloak.
It was a dirty old garment with tears and
patches here and there, worn and filthy.

On the table by the Wizard’s elbows stood a large
black bronze flask and two cups of the same material, one of which the Wizard
held.

The Wizard turned his head slowly to Subaru and tore a
gasp from his visitor.

Subaru never saw the Wizard like this whenever he came
to visit him; the Wizard would always wear the form of the beautiful young man
Kamui saw, to remind Subaru of the man he fell in love with and the illusion
which pulled him from that pure love to the tormenting, guilt ridden love he
felt for the man now.

But the Wizard was himself now and beyond that; he
suddenly seemed human and old. Wrinkles around the Wizard’s eyes, across
his forehead and at the edges of his lips appeared where Subaru never noticed
them. White hairs gnawed at the Wizard’s temples, fading into grey hairs.

His eyes were soft, dim, as if covered by a thin layer
of dust and his smile… his
smile was genuinely sweet.

“Subaru-kun”

“S-Seishiro-san….”

“Please, have a seat”

Immediately shaking the strange feeling of false pity
over the Wizard’s sudden miserable state, Subaru walked slowly towards the
table. Suspiciously, tense as never before, Subaru sat down on the chair
opposite to Seishiro’s.

Seishiro grabbed the second cup and poured a dark
brown, rich smelling liquid into it, then placed
it within Subaru’s reach “Here, have a drink”

“What is it?” Subaru spat back.

“Ale from the gnomes”

“Ale from the
gnomes no less? What
next, you’ll tell me you bought that cloak in the charity shop belonging to
those two nice old ladies in our capital?”

“I’m offended Subaru-kun, you believe me that much?
The gnomes give me three barrels a year in return for me not attacking them. I
would feel insulted at this attempt to intoxicate me into submission if the ale
wasn’t so damn good!”

Subaru gazed down at the rich liquid in his cup “What
did you put in it?”

“Nothing Subaru-kun, it’s
gnome ale and nothing else, I promise you.”

“And that would make me believe you.”

Subaru cupped his glass and whispered onto it a spell
to make it reveal its contents' sources.

A light orange glow emitted from the surface of the ale and the vision of a happy gnome, his round cheeks
red with heat and happiness, wobbling on his fat stumpy legs towards a large
barrel appeared.

The gnome opened a small tap in the barrel and poured
some of the liquid into a tiny cup. He took a sip and began giggling merrily
the way happy drunk gnomes do. Then he corked the tap and wobbled away, singing
happy tunes.

Subaru didn’t see Seishiro pouring powder, liquid or
placing something inside the fluid; he only saw the gnome. Which means this was
really pure gnome ale. Subaru stifled a gasp.

“Satisfied? Now drink up, you shouldn’t be missing
such fine stuff as this.” Seishiro raised his
own cup to his lips and emptied it with one go.

The ale was fantastic! It had just the right amount of
alcoholic sting, bitterness, sweetness and flavour to make it slide down one’s
throat easily, leaving behind a taste for more. It quenched the thirst Subaru
suddenly noticed, the outcome of the tense ride through the forest and the
frightening encounter with the waif queen.

He poured himself another cup of ale and knocked it
with Seishiro’s full cup like two good friends in a
tavern and not two arch enemies deep in the villain’s lair.

Realizing that his guards were
down, Subaru eyed the court looking for something wrong in this strange vision
of peace and calm Black Wizard style.

“I see you have a new skeleton,”
he hissed as he noticed the pile of bones on the edge of the court to his
right.

Judging by the skull’s jaw angle and the place where
the arm bones lay stuck by torn rotten skin and spider webs, the man which was
once this skeleton died in horror, clutching at his chest and screaming madly
before he stilled forever.

“Oh it’s a skeleton already? Methinks I have one too
many rats in this castle.” Seishiro mumbled over the rim of his cup, over which
he was hunched. “It was a living breathing man
but four days ago, it’s amazing what those creatures can do when they’re hungry
don’t you think Subaru-kun?”

Subaru exhaled angrily,
“Who did you lure in here?”

Returning Subaru’s scorn with a kind smile, Seishiro
climbed to his feet and walked over to the skeleton. He shuffled the bones
around until he reached something under the decaying pile; a piece of cloth
stinking of death and rot.

“This,” he said,
while flapping the vile cloth at a safe distance from Subaru, “was what the man was wearing; the uniform of the Celeborn Republic’s special elite task force, I’m sure you
recognise it.”

Subaru blinked. “This man invaded your castle? Why?!”

With a deep sigh and an ungraceful thud, Seishiro
flopped down into his chair. “Because they’re
trying to get rid of me, that’s why.”

And for a moment an old glint of the malicious Black
Wizard twinkled in Seishiro’s eyes.

“I see…..that’s stupid of them, I must admit….”

“I was merely protecting my home Subaru-kun, no point
in trying to blame me for anything in this man’s matter.”

“Yes, you’re right….it was in self defence, I
suppose…” Subaru’s eyes wandered back to his cup of ale. His head was already
light and slightly dizzy with the substance’s alcohol levels.

“I’m getting old Subaru-kun.”

Subaru snapped his eyes to the man before him, shocked
to hear him say it and even more shocked to see that he really was; the Great
Black Wizard seemed to be finally getting old and weary.

“I’m so tired of all….this,”
he threw his hands sideways to indicate the court and the castle around it, “I wish to rest for a
while.”

Subaru folded his arms on his chest, “I’m sure no one would mind that too much.”

“Please don’t be snappy Subaru-kun; I don’t deserve
it, not in this conversation anyway.”

Wind blew gently through the barren branches,
disturbing some of the crows from their sitting places.

“Aren’t you tired Subaru-kun? Haven’t you had enough
of all this?”

Subaru opened his mouth to answer but Seishiro
continued, cutting him off before he had the chance to continue.

“Day in and day out, prayers and ceremonies, chants and traditions. Waking up before the sun comes up to bless
the day on special occasions, and the spirits know how many of those you have
in that party-crazed palace of yours.

“Going to bless the fields when you know the
forces of nature are beyond your power to control, that whatever you say it
will not change whatever weather has in store for those farmers. And you know
that as soon as you’ll turn your back and leave,
those damn peasants will sink back to their cesspool of crazy superstitions and
ridiculous ceremonies of their own.”

Seishiro climbed to his feet, pacing around the court.
Subaru's jaw was loose and dangling, his eyes wide; he was enchanted by the sudden glimpse into Seishiro's very soul.

“Protecting people who suspect you deep inside, who
will never see you as one of them, who suspect your
magic as much as they admire it. Knowing you’ll never really belong with them.

“Speaking to atheists who see the world
through their scales and magnifying glasses. Heaven knows when these sceptics will one day take
over the world and stifle anything magical and beautiful with their sulphurs,
acids, strange newly mixed metals and tiny explosions.

“We’re all afraid of that Subaru-kun, from the forest
ghost children to the Mother herself. We’re afraid of the day they’ll capture
us all and pin us to a plank of wood to put us on display like a butterfly
collection. We’re terrified of the day they’ll snoop around our ancient books
and spells to find its source, when they’ll break it all down and create
something new, something far more powerful and evil.”

Subaru felt something dripping on his cheek and
realized he was crying; Seishiro touched the deepest, most hidden nerve in him,
one of his deepest fears.

Seishiro turned around to face him, his cloak’s edge
gathering around his feet dramatically. “You want to run and hide from it all,
run and never see the face of an unbeliever, of an ignorant farmer, of spoiled
royalty, of treacherous advisors and blunt-minded soldiers.”

He took a few steps towards Subaru who was crying
unchecked in silence.

“You felt it when you set foot in this forest, didn’t
you? The magic calling you, your blood calling you.
Your nature wished you to come and join it, become one with the rest of your
true people.”

Seishiro smiled so warmly it could have dried the
tears from Subaru’s face.

“You’ll be safe here Subaru-kun, you’ll be within the
sweet soft embrace of the magical creatures and men. Away from stupid
treacherous humans, away from wars and plots and lies human scatter like puss
everywhere they settle.”

They were not in the neglected dirty court anymore;
they were in a renovated glorious palace of powerful magicians.

The ground was whitewashed and clean, the table was
shining like smooth marble. The trees were in bloom, birds of song chirping
amidst their branches instead of ominous crows, the skeleton was gone.

Subaru was wearing a fancy gown of pure white and gold
embroidery, rings of silver and gold to his fingers with magnificent elegant
gems in them.

Seishiro was wearing a deep dark blue cloak of fancy
velvet, underneath it he wore a knights’ breast armour and fancy pants of dark
blue and silver.

The air was sweet and fresh, the world around them was
blooming. Life was easy and warm like waking up after a long sweet sleep to the
soft bright light of day.

This is what it would look like if Subaru left the
palace and moved in with Seishiro, if he joined forces with the man and lived
forever together in love and peace.

Only Seishiro was no ordinary wizard, he was the Black
Wizard who turned innocent minds into hateful raging ones, who cast spells to
drive men insane and murderous, who will do all he could to slay and trample
anything in his path to power.

Having realized this,
Subaru quickly blinked the spell away, shaking off the net of lies and
illusions Seishiro threw at him.

He leaped to his
feet, slapping the cup of ale off the table to the floor where it crashed, “I will never join you on the dark side! I will
never betray everything I was taught since the moment I was born, I will never
abandon the light and become one of your miserable goons!”

The vision was gone like a candle flickering off; they
were in the dirty court again, under the dead barren branches, near the
skeleton, beneath the evil crows.

Seishiro smirked.
“Very well then Subaru-kun, suit yourself. For now I will claim that sacrifice
you promised me.”

Subaru’s world turned into everlasting darkness and he
fell.

***********************

When he woke he was surrounded by old familiar
sensations from every visit he ever paid to Seishiro.

His vision, at first blurry and then clear again, let
him see the room around him was pitch dark save for the flicker of candles, sitting in a circle on the floor around where he lay.

His skin was completely bare, letting him feel the
chillness of the room around him and the freezing hard marble under his bare
back, rear, legs, arms and head.

The ropes which bound his arms above his head seared
into the skin of his wrists. Seishiro made these binds imbedded with nettles to
heighten his suffering.

His sense of smell let him realise he was deep under
the earth where the cold and damp allowed cave moss to grow, where the walls
were old and rank, and the earthy aroma gave it the feel of a crypt.

He could smell his body was sweaty with fear, with the
day’s earlier events, with the struggle against Seishiro’s
binding sweet nothings. Somewhere at the back of his mind, where his most
primitive abilities still lay, he could sense his own excitement, his hormones
gushing forward against logic.

He could still taste the fine ale at the back of his mouth. It only served to bite
into his conscience for falling into that little trap, almost falling into the
bigger trap.

His mouth was dry, his tongue feeling like an old boot
lying aimlessly above his croaked throat.

What he wouldn’t do to have a good weed pipe right now
to ease his nerves. Wasn’t it Seishiro who first introduced him to pipe weed?

His ears picked up water dripping at a far off corner.
They picked up faint scratches and clicking noises, the tiny shrills of a small
rodent speaking with its kind. Were they planning to make a meal out of him?

Then his ears picked up footsteps, soft and swift as a
hunter’s.

Seishiro stepped into the golden ring of candlelight.

He wore his ceremonial
robes; sheer black of night, shining grey of iron and dark brown of congealed
human blood.

Seishiro’s fingertips were stained by the substance, still
dripping crimson rain on the floor. Who was killed for this little ceremony?
Who lost his life for the defence of the princess? For the quenching of the
Black Wizard’s deepest, darkest needs?

Subaru’s breath hitched; the eyes playing across his
naked body were hot enough to burn holes into his exposed body. The smile
playing on sensuous lips was cunning and hungry, hungry for Subaru’s flesh.

Seishiro walked up the altar on which Subaru lay
stretched and bent above the man, looking him deep in the eyes with a powerful
stare.

Words were useless and needless
in this situation. Gloating was beyond Seishiro now and teasing was pointless.

Defending himself was pointless for Subaru, as well as
trying to reason with the man like he did the first few times. Silence, Subaru
learnt, was the best way to overcome the
upcoming event.

Seishiro ran the tips of his finger down the body of
the man before him, drawing parallel dark red lines from shoulders to knees.

He smirked as he saw his victim’s reaction. “So eager Subaru-kun, no wonder you homed in on me
so quickly back in your palace; you like this, don’t you?”

Dark red lines circled the base of Subaru’s manhood,
smudging up to the tip and back down.

Subaru gasped and bucked under the touch, biting his
lower lip violently.

Smudged blood covered his scrotum, lined his entering.

The fingers were gone, Seishiro’s
smirk broadened, the hunger in his golden eyes changed colour.

Digging into his sleeve he pulled out a small jet
dagger, its hilt carved
in the shape of a human skull.

He ran the tip of the blade across Subaru’s skin,
causing no harm but the electric warning signals of impending doom Subaru’s
tissues sent to his brain.

Then swiftly, with motions faster than the eye can see, Seishiro sliced at his victim’s
skin all across his chest and abdomen. A moment passed until the dark lines
appeared and tens of tiny long cuts bled away, clashing with the pure white
skin of the Light Wizard.

Satisfied with his doings, Seishiro drew the dagger to
his mouth and ran his tongue across the tiny blade. The fire of hunger burst in
his eyes again. “You are truly beautiful when
you’re bleeding, Subaru-kun.”

He leaned over his victim, climbing onto the marble
altar for better access. With tiny laps, like a cat drinking milk, Seishiro
drank the blood he drew, letting the salty drink he gurgled earlier sting the
freshly open cuts.

Subaru hissed but stifled any other reaction, might he
satisfy the Wizard too much to allow him to keep his own sanity intact.

When the blood stopped coming Seishiro ran his tongue
in long agonizing strokes across the cuts, sucking on them from time to time,
drawing blood again whenever he could.

He pulled himself higher above Subaru, levelling his
eyes with burning red nipples, filled with excitement’s blood, circled by the
blush covering most of Subaru’s upper body.

Seishiro rained soft kissed on the buds, a batch on
one, then another on the second. He sucked on them greedily, slurping and kissing,
then bit down hard enough to make Subaru yelp.

Subaru didn’t yelp. He reached another level of
self-control in his visits to the Black Wizard; not to dance to the man’s tune
so easily, not to sound too eager, not to reveal his true emotions.

Disappointment was obvious in his golden orbs as
Seishiro drew himself away, still smirking, and fished around his robe.

He pulled a ribbon out. It was a
simple ribbon of no extraordinary colour or texture, nor was it too thin or too
thick. It was a ribbon one might use to tie up their hair or something to
another. An everyday ribbon.

Leaning forward again, Seishiro captured Subaru’s lips
in a violent deep kiss. He prodded the younger man’s mouth, twisted his tongue
around the other’s,
bit on the bottom lip and sucked on it hungrily. It was as if what Subaru
inhaled, Seishiro sucked out, what Subaru consumed, he now ate and drank away
until he drained the man completely.

With his lips free again, Subaru took a deep breath
and felt his body was much limper, as if he was relaxed now. He only noted the
ribbon now tied neatly at the base of his penis when Seishiro withdrew to sit
back on his heels and dig his pockets for the next toy.

Seishiro noticed his victim’s curious stares at the ribbon.
“You wonder what this is for?” he chuckled “I’ll show you.”

He bent lower and took Subaru’s hard member fully into
his mouth, sucking deep, rubbing its tip against the roof of his mouth, drawing
it in then out.

It was intense treatment and usually it would send
Subaru flying way over the edge, only now he couldn’t.

He couldn’t reach climax. Somehow, the ribbon blocked
it, kept him from releasing himself.

Intense pleasure turned into torment, thrill turned
into pain as his body begged for release. Seishiro pulled away, chuckling with
his deep dark voice; if this wasn’t enough to break whatever resisting
behaviour Subaru put up, he didn’t know what
would.

He finished pulling out the little jar he was looking
for earlier, unscrewed it and dipped two fingers into the it’s oily content.

Next, he dug the
fingers into Subaru with one swift motion, making Subaru break his silence and
yelp.

With two fingers in and two eyes set firmly on the
younger man’s sweaty tormented red face, Seishiro cooed,
“Dance for me.”

Subaru danced. He arched his back trying to escape the
invading fingers. He twisted and turned until his backbones complained and his
muscles ached. He gasped and he begged and he mumbled Seishiro’s
name over and over again to remove the ribbon, to let him come already. He was
in immense pain and in mind-blowing pleasure.

All he got was a third finger and the prodding
continued, intensified.

Subaru was afire, melting in the heat of his passion
and need.

“Seishiro-san!”

Fingers curled around the tip of his penis to rub it
rhythmically and something wet and warm lapped at his nipples again, a hot
mouth clamping on them immediately.

Subaru could only sense since he shut his eyes trying
to fight back the pain, to concentrate.

The tongue and mouth were gone, so were two of the
fingers. The ribbon was untied, leaving Subaru’s body to throb. With the single
press of one finger deep inside of him Subaru exploded across his body with a
hoarse scream carrying the Black Wizard’s name.

When the pleasure subsided, afterglow settled on him
like a layer of dust. Subaru opened his eyes just in time to see how the dark
far off ceiling changed into the marble altar beneath him.

The hands which grabbed him and turned him around,
thus scuffing the nettle burnt wrists into more pain, now grabbed his hips
powerfully.

Compared the pain of the ribbon’s restraint, the
penetration was nothing but red hot pleasure. Subaru gasped sensually, enjoying
the feeling of the other man sheathing himself completely until he was filling
him, pushing his body’s walls to the limit.

Nothing made him feel more whole than when darkness mixed with light. He couldn’t say
his job of sating and keeping the Black Wizard’s wrath in check was done in any
way better than when all that evil power and
might became an essence pounding him.

Of course, at the moment Subaru was far too hormone
and pleasure drenched to see things that way. At the moment all he wanted was
for Seishiro to do him harder.

Seishiro did, placing one palm between Subaru’s
shoulder blades and another on the small of
his back; he steadied the other man so his powerful thrusts wouldn't tip his victim forward.

A ball of light and warmth was gathering at the bottom
of Subaru’s stomach, moving slowly to touch his groin. Soon he would explode again.

He noted the sounds of his own whimpers and yelps
bouncing off the cold hard walls around him only barely.

His hot breath reflected at him whenever he exhaled
and dug his forehead deeper into the marble which no longer felt so cold.

Nothing was cold anymore; the world was a steaming,
sweaty, twitchy, gasping and exhaling, squirming and shuddering, a thrusting
and bucking mass of flesh and blood.

Subaru wanted that deep hot kiss now; he wanted
Seishiro to latch himself onto his mouth and consume him again until there
would be nothing more to give and he would remain flabby
jelly on the hard stone.

Frustrated and high on his passion, he lashed his
tongue forward to lap at the stone before him, sucking on it between throaty
groans of near-the-edge pleasure.

Seishiro was doing something to press that delicate
spot in him over and over again at a frantic pace. Subaru shuddered and gasped
enough that he
became seriously dizzy.

Then the world exploded into a million colours more
brilliant than the Mother’s most beautiful
fairy’s wings. Indescribable rapture lapped like tongues of fire from his groin
up his chest, circling his heart and binding it.

******************

When Subaru reached the palace again it was high
morning and Loreline Town
seemed to be up to blind him. The white and cream colored houses reflected the
sunshine. The water in public basins, beautiful little fancy fountains and
random puddles in the streets did the same.

The
weather was amazing; clean and sunny with absolutely nothing but bright blue
sky, air not too hot or too cold, no violent gushes of wind, no direct beating
sunlight.

The
blooming trees cast their bold green branches above the citizens' heads, their flowers often dropping to land in a
lady’s hair or under the feet of a fancy dressed gentleman.

Sweet
little birds chirped on every fence, every post sign, even on the railing of a
city police’s cart.

Children
dashed before and after his horse as Subaru rode through the streets, mothers
did not scold them; rather laughed at their
mischief.

Merchants
sold and smiled at their clients, shot encouraging slogans about their
merchandise into the pleasant air. Women chattered and giggled,
men pounded tabled in laughter and slapped each other’s backs happily.

Subaru
stopped his horse and looked at the world buzzing around him.

Sure,
most of the people would become uncomfortable as soon as the High Priest
lingered on for too long and would gaze at him funny or make faces, but for now
they were still blissfully ignorant.

They
didn’t see him as one of them and some of them even began taking in what the
skeptic ‘scientists’ say. Even so, they
deserved his protection and love.

Subaru
looked away from small details and observed the bigger picture. He wondered,
after such a dark intense experience, after a release of moths of frustration,
was it this that made him suddenly see the world through clear eyes after so
long having them foggy and dusty?

He
smiled and bent forward to caress the side of his horse’s neck, then motioned
it to keep riding towards the palace.

(tbc)
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