Disciple

TITLE: Disciple
AUTHOR: Silver Foxfire
SERIES: Escaflowne
RATING: NC-17
PAIRINGS: Balgus x Allen
WARNINGS: Yaoi lemon, violence, angst, shota
DISCLAIMERS: Don\'t own, yadda, yadda, yadda. I make no cash.
NOTE: This is a Christmas Fic for you guys. :) All of my adoring fans. I know this is a highly unusual (or is that unwritten? ^_~) pairing, but... I\'ve never seen anyone but me write it, so... yeah. :)

DISCIPLE
By Silver Foxfire

I miss him... the lessons that he taught me... I still remember, Master...

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\"Allen!\" Balgus said, his voice burning deep into my mind, but my fury and pain refused to abate, even as I flew towards him, my sword withdrawn and moving as quickly as I could manage toward his throat.

I yelped when he struck me with the back of his fist, my sword being pulled so quickly from my grasp, the hilt burned my palms, dragging a wretched sob from me as I curled upon the ground, my tears becoming muddy from the dirt as I sought to hide my face into the grass, my arms wrapped tightly around myself as I choked on the solid flesh of Gaea. I felt him lift me in his arms and I fought, the curses I\'d learned from the men I\'d fought and beaten, my nails clawing at his naked chest and he simply held me tighter
against him.

\"No! Let me GO!\" I shrieked, trying in vain to break free of his iron arms, tears streaming down my cheeks, cutting swaths of pale white flesh through the filth. \"NO! I WON\'T LET YOU LEAVE ME!!!\"

\"Allen... I must leave. My lord has need of me-\" He whispered, looking at me with more sadness in his single eye than I had ever seen.

\"I HAVE NEED OF YOU!\" I screamed, my body going limp in the realization I coueverever flee from my master.

I was reduced to clinging to him as he walked, his head bowed against mine as he clutched me to him, his hands covering my back as I held onto him like a child. I could feel my hair falling and sticking against my face and I could only sniffle and cough, my throat raw from my cries. I heard a litany of words in his native language, long dead. His words always soothed me as he used them on me, my arms wound around his shoulders as he whispered them in my ear.

I still have no idea what it is that he used to tell me... but it was his voice that calmed me best... The gentle cooing of hordsords, expressing things he could simply not tell me in my own words... Balgus... was my savior... that time when I held onto him, begging him not to leave me still, even as he gently stripped me to bathe me in the icy waters of the small river we were settled next to for the night. I continued to weep even as his hands, as large and gentle as a god\'s, stroked away the dirt that I had soiled myself with. He ran his fingers through my hair, all the while whispering that he could stay no longer and he had to take his leave of me, that I could survive on my own.

Yet I refused to believe that. I\'d taught myself that I NEEDED him, that I couldn\'t fight without his tutelage, that I needed him to hold me when I cried from the nightmares I suffered so often, that I... that I simply needed him to hold me... But he couldnít stay with me... I know that now...

My tears had finally ceased, but only from lack of them to shed, as he dried me in a large towel, rubbing my bare arms as they prickled in the twilight air. He told me he would start a fire, and I nodded, allowing him to settle me in a den of blankets and I lay myself down, watching as he gathered the wood and he created sparks with his flint. I was mystified by the way that the fire began so small, a glowing star, only to grow into a crackling fiend; itís light casting shadows over Balgus\' body.

I watched as he came to me, kneeling beside me and opening his arms. I tugged the blankets around my naked body as I curled against him, my mind faintly whispering I did it for warmth\'s sake. I felt his hands gently moving through my hair, and I pressed closer, unwilling to have him let go of me. I knew I would think the pressure of his lips before he kissed my temple, his steel-gray moustache tickling my forehead.

I tilted my head back to receive a kiss on my lips, the softest pleas to stay still slipping from me before he drank them down, his tongue lapping at my lips as my arms slid out of their rough woolen covering to wind around him. My heart ached as he parted my blankets to rub his palm over the chilled flesh of my chest. I gave the most pathetic whimper as he massaged my nipples, painfully hard due to their moistness and the night air that lapped at me.

\"Master...\" I whispered, my voice strained with anguish and love as he began his scorching kisses down my throat.

\"Shh... let me love you tonight, Allen, so you may never forget me.\"

\"I would never forget you...\" I protested weakly, gasping and digging my nails into his shoulders as he took one icy bead of flesh into his mouth, his facial hair tickling me as I struggled not to giggle at it, my heart in no mood for laughter.

I think he knew that I was still fighting him on some level, for he stripped me of my last coverings and lay me down upon them, covering me completely with his own, supported on his elbows. I watched him, my vision blurring as they fell further shut in pleasure. I willed my body to obey him, spreading my legs so he could gently press his hips against mine, his covered erection nuzzling against my own.

I held my cries in my throat, as he had taught me to do, for one never knew when a bandit might appear from the darkened shadows of the forest. But even I could not cease a loud gasp when his palm found my young shaft, not even the length of his massive palm. I writhed beneath that hand, bucking up as he stroked me, easily encasing my sac as he did so.

His touched drove me into frenzy, forcing me to cling tighter as he touched me, swallowing my shouts and encouraging more of the noises into himself. I think I must have screamed when he pushed a finger into me, thick and long as he continued his delicious friction against my cock.

I ached as his finger worked deep inside of me, stroking easily against my prostate, pushing me over the edge, clear liquid seeping from my length and onto his hand. I panted on the blankets, ragged breaths that forced my chest to rise and fall at uneven intervals. I moaned as he turned me on my side, pressing close behind me as he withdrew his finger and rubbed my sides as I rested my head on his arm. I could feel his erection straining against his breeches, rubbing my thighs.

\"Master... I... I need...\"

\"What is it you need, Allen?\" He whispered in my ear, his nose rubbing against my cheek.

\"Can you.. be inside me? Like.. your fingers?\" I whispered, my cheeks burning bright.

\"No, Allen... You can barely stand it when I introduce two of these fingers inside you, what makes you think you can accept that?\" He said, the tone telling me he wanted nothing more than to be in me, but his honor and love for me preventing it.

\"Please, Master...? I... I won\'t scream... I... I need you...\"

\"Allen-\"

\"Please...?\" I choked, my tears trying to come back as I rolled over, my eyes meeting his as I begged. With each word I saw his resistance breaking, sadness making the wrinkles and scars on his face seem deeper.

I moaned when he pulled me atop him, straddling his hips, my buttocks against the bulge of his own need.

\"Allen, I will allow this because it is what you want, but if it hurts too much, you WILL tell me and we will stop. Do you understand?\" His voice was hard as he said that, and I knew I would only get this one chance to have him.

\"Yes, Master...\"

My eyes watched him as he pulled over his knapsack, taking out a bottle of oil. I bit my lip when I watched him pour some out and warm it for me between his hands. I rose to my knees, bracing my hands on his chest as the slick fingers moved behind me, seeking out the entrance only he could peruse. I groaned as his finger pushed inside, my body accustomed to the single intruder.

\"More, Master...?\"

He acknowledged my request by carefully inserting his second finger, my breath hitching in my throat at the pain of being stretched. But I forced myself to breathe, knowing he was watching me intently. A steady stream of soft moans came from me as I forced myself to follow the path of the scar on his belly. I bent down and lapped at it, listening to his groan as I licked him, moving slowly to suck on his nipple.

I lightly bit down as his fingers pushed completely inside me, carefully opening my orifice as I suckled on him, imitating what he had done to me so often. After having his fingers inside of me for what seemed like a long while, I begged a third, biting down my yelps as he complied, on the verge of screaming at him to stop. But I struggled to keep those cries away and paid more attention to his body than my own. This discretion is what helped me when he pushed inside his fourth finger, opening me wide.

He had been keeping a sharp watch on me, but I knew he couldn\'t see past my hair and I used it as best I could, hiding my pain behind the golden strands, still damp from my bath. When I felt him withdraw his hand, I nearly sighed with relief before I felt him shifting beneath me. When I felt his erection press lightly against me, I shut my eyes tight in preparation for his invasion.

I gasped when his other hand brushed my hair back and my eyes opened to meet his and he whispered, \"It\'s too much for you...\"

When he started to pull away from my I did the only think that I could think of- thrust my hips back until I felt the head of his cock push inside me. He gasped and his hands gripped my hips quickly, ceasing my movements.

\"Allen! I don\'t want to hurt you!\" He hissed through gritted teeth, distressed when he tried to pull out and I let out a short yelp. \"Allen...\"

\"Master, please.. I want you deeper...\" I begged, not heeding the new tears tracking down my cheeks. I struggled to push back, despite the stinging pain that it wrought.

I gasped when he rolled me over, taking control of me as I lay beneath him, my arms immediately circling him and begging him to push deeper. I wore down his restraint with my pleas, raising my head to nuzzle, lick, and bite him gently. I let out a muffled scream when he thrust, slow and carefully, his hand finding my limp member and stroking over it, urging a response from my body.

Those moments when he took me were both Heaven and Hell, surreal pleasure and searing pain, but I took them both because he was the one that gave them. He held me close against him as I sobbed my release. I felt his essence spilling inside me, filling me and spilling out of me when he pulled away from me. He held me close and soothed me as I cried at my lost virginity and the soreness that stung me. Our whispers of love soothing our souls as we fell into the arms of slumber.

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I ayingying now, at these old memories, safely hidden away in my cabin on the Crusade, buried beneath my blankets and covering my face with my hair as I used to do after he left me to go to Fanelia. I miss you, Master... and... I still love you...

_-^-_ OWARI _-^-_