Fan Fiction ❯ Premonitions ❯ Like A Rainbow in the Dark ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Premonitions

Part: 1/?

Ch. Title: Like a Rainbow in the Dark

Archive: Haven (my site) http://www.geocities.com/alsachia/index.html; The Realm-http://kataca.tripod.com/therealm.htm; Sahari's Yaoi Shrine-http://www.yaoishrine.com

Warnings: LEMON! Just had to say that first, this is definitely a lemon. Bad Tres, you have such naughty dreams. *giggle* Um, also death. Lots of it. (Don't worry, it's the bad guys...sort of) Not until the end though. If you're not mature enough to handle the themes and content of this story, why are you reading it? Oh yeah, Tres has mental problems and any psychological problems resulting from this fic as a result are *not* my fault....honest

Pairings: TxA (T stands for Tres, A stands for Akira) Kinda useless to put this but hey, later there are three instead of two (only once in a while though) so, it's needed. First person Tres POV.

AN: *emphasis* {Tres' thoughts}

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"Tres....Tres," a whisper in the dark.

"You're mine Tres. For all eternity."

"Come to me beloved, find me." A command.

"I'll be waiting,."

I woke with a gasp, blood pounding in my ears. My entire being throbbed with need.

Gods, not again.

"Damn," I cursed softly, running a hand through my tousled hair. "So," I mused

bitterly, " this makes it what, three weeks now?" I sighed heavily, thinking upon my

dream:

Running through the cool green forest, laughter ringing out to the heavens. I felt so

*Free*! No duties to worry about, no manipulations, and best of all, none of my father's

lectures about getting a wife. Just myself, nature, ......and *HIM*

I threw a quick glance behind. He was giving chase, as if hunting me. My eyes

darted automatically to his. I shivered at the unmistakable look of hunger in those

dark brown eyes. It wasn't a shiver of fear though. Oh no, quite the opposite. It was

a shiver of anticipation. Of his hands upon me, of his tightness, his hot mouth.

I broke the contact and ran, the heady pleasure of the air rushing past me and the

ground flowing away coupled with my desire and the overall sense of freedom

making me slightly dizzy.

Jumping one of the numerous small streams that flowed through the hills and valleys

where my people, my father's people, dwelt I found myself in a small secluded vale.

Sunlight was all around me, great shafts of it breaking through the trees to illuminate

the forest floor beneath it.

Laughing like a child I ran lightly to one of them, twirling around, arms flung out and my

head thrown back, worshipping the sun, my patron.

So caught up in the warmth of the sun was I that I didn't even notice his presence until

strong arms encircled me, warm fingertips sliding beneath my shirt to lightly massage

my stomach. His lips pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, then moved upward to nibble

at my ear.

"Has anyone ever told you," he asked, his voice a low throaty seductive whisper, "that

you're absolutely gorgeous in the sunlight?" Here he paused to nibble lightly at my

earlobe, causing a small sound of pleasure from myself. "Like an angel," he confided,

burying his face in my decadently long hair, another issue between my father and I,

before moving to my other ear. "So perfect, are you sure you're really mine?" He asked,

suckling at the side of my neck.

I arched my back against him with a small moaned yes. His fingers had slid beneath the hem

of my silk pants and were now caressing my hardness. His voice was a low dark chuckle in

my ear. "You like this?" He asked, as if he didn't already know, acting as if he were going to

remove his hand.

Rather than answer in words I quickly grasped his wrist and guided his hand back to my sex. This

time, his laugh was purely sexual, as he lightly ran his fingers up and down my length. I was

lost in the sensation. I could feel my body writhing and my hips thrusting greedily up towards

his warm palm, as I could hear also my low broken moans. Electric tingles of pure pleasure

shot through my body at his feather light touch upon me. I had always been hyper-sensitive

when it came to pleasue, especially there. Now if only he would touch that one spot. Inwardly

I was immensly suprised that I still retained the ability to manage a coherent sentance. Then

all thoughts stopped as he not only touched where I'd so been longing for him to, but also

pressed firmly against it, almost savagely. I tossed my head back and forth, hips thrusting

wildly, my entire body trembling in his arms. I could barely breath with the intensity of it.

Then suddenly his hand was gone. I spun around to face him, a soft cry of protest emerging

from my lips. He smiled and pulled me up until I was pressed tightly against him. His left arm

snaked around my waist while his free hand buried itself in my hair and tilted my head back.

I closed my eyes as his lips met mine and opened my mouth as wide as I could, allowing him

to claim me. His tongue darted into my mouth, tasting, before tangling with mine. I slid my

tongue back into his mouth, tasting the exotic spicy taste of him that I'd come to know, love,

and crave. I placed one arm around his body, trying to pull him closer, while my other hand

was tangling in his hair, pulling his head succesfully closer. He kissed me with more passion

than I ever thought possible, and my head spun. We broke off only for the necesity for air,

both of us gasping and our chests heaving as we tried to get more of the life giving substance.

A low throaty laugh emerged from his throat as I looked up at him with accusatory eyes

while at the same time moving my body suggestively against him. I pressed my hips softly

against him, an unspoken question. "Oh yes," he moaned, looking me straight in the eye.

He fell back upon the grass, pulling me down along with him. I was now situated directly

upon his arousal and I could see the raw desire shining in his eyes. He thrust up against me,

at the same time holding me down so that I pressed against him harder. This time our moans

mingled. His hands feverishly ran up and down my body, touching all the right places. Soon my

top was thrown off to the side, my pants following shortly. "You're so beautiful, so perfect," he

breathed, looking up at me with some undefinable emotion sparkling in the depths of his

beautiful eyes. It was not long before his clothes were gone as well.

I slid down his body, lifting his hips as he spread his legs wider for me. My eyes lit upon his

opening and I lightly ran my tongue across the puckered surface. At his sound of pleasure, I

applied more pressure, feasting. After some time of that, I wetted one of my fingers and slipped

it inside of him, making him moan. Soon another finger followed the first, and then another. I

searched for that spot inside of him that would make him go higher, my finger probing as his

voice begged for me to stop teasing him, to fuck him. As I found it, his hips lifted and his

muscles clenched tightly around my fingers, breath rushing out in a gasp.

I let out a low moan, withdrew my fingers and crawled back on top of him for a brief kiss. He

hooked his legs around my waist and slowly lifted himself up to me, impaling himself with my

hardness. Finally he was all the way up and he dragged my hips down with his legs, keeping

me inside of him. I almost lost my sanity. The wanton way in which I had entered him and his

tightness a deadly combination. He was so tight! Gods, it felt so good. My body was screaming

at me to take him, take him now and take him hard. My entire being trembled with the urge.

Then he gently bucked his hips against mine and looked at me with passion-filled eyes. "Tres,"

he moaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before lazily drifting open again. "Take

me," he said forcefully, eyes daring me to disobey.

It was as if some powerful shield had been suddenly dissolved. My hips drew back and then

slammed back into him, roughly. I let the rest of my body collapse completely against him,

gripping him as if he were my only link to sanity, which in truth, he was. His fingers raked my

back as breathless moans and broken phrases came tumbling out past his lips. His hips lifted

to meet my every thrust. I whimpered and buried my face in his neck as I fucked him fast and

hard, his tight warmth around me felt soo good...... I wanted to take him harder! Our breath

began to grow more labored and so did my passion. Then he whispered to me, half a moan

really, "harder Tres. Oh please, harder!"

I let out a low keening sound, dug my arms under him and let go of all my restraints. It felt soo

good! I could feel his body vibrating with the force of the impact of my thrusts but I didn't care

anymore. He was going crazy, trying to get more of me any way could, his low moans spurring me on.

His body tensed and his moans became more frantic. I picked up the pace even more, letting

the pleasure totally engulf me. We came together, his semen coating my chest, his stomach,

everywhere. Mine deep inside his body, filling him. My body trembled slightly in the cool air

and the aftermath of our lovemaking. He stroked my back softly, kissing my temple and

brushing my bangs back off my face every so often. " I love you," he murmered to me as

the drowsiness set in. I turned my azure gaze to his face. " I love you as well, always

remember that." He smiled at me and pulled my form back up against him. We drifted off

to sleep that way, curled up in each others arms.

Eventually we woke, washed ourselves, and dressed. I bid him farewell and crossed the stream,

heading back to the path that would quickly take me back to my personal prison, home. As I

turned to head out of the vale, I heard him shout and whirled around. The image I saw and the

memory of what happened in the next few minutes will be etched into my memory for all eternity.

Several ruffians, bandits and thieves from the look of it, had caught hold of him and one of them had a dagger pressed against his throat.One of the filthy louts wriggled his hips suggestively and coarse laughter issued from the lot.

Red hot rage filled me, building as I watched them fondle him. How *dare *they!! He was MINE! A snarl began deep in my throat, my eyes narrowed to slits, and my face twisted in fury as my entire body tensed to rush forward and rip them apart. Then, one who appeared to be the leader, (he was dressed better and not as filthy) shook his head in a no gesture, and then, almost nochalantly, drew his hand across his neck, nodding as he did so to the one holding Akira.

Time seemed to grind to a jarring halt as I witnessed the dagger being drawn across his throat and his blood, blood he'd once let me taste, arc out to stain the face of the robber. The man stepped away, letting my beloved's body collapse to the ground, yet more blood gurgling up out of his mouth. I'm sure my disbelief was mirrored for all to see upon my face. Everything turned gray, and every insult or injury I'd borne, but was able to get through because of his love, rushed in, beating upon my consciousness. Then, memories of even farther back, children, taunting me because I looked different than them, because I wasn't dark-skinned and dark-eyed, like they themselves were. Their voices seemed to circle me, taunting once again, and over and over that horrible scene replayed itself in my head. And just as suddenly as it began, it was over. Then, with the force of a tidal wave, it crashed over me again and I knew that I had to kill them.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The cry tore itself from my throat, ripped from the very essence of my soul, winging its way on black wings of death to the bandits ears. I rushed towards them, knowing I was probably going to die, and just not giving a fuck. It just didn't matter if I died, as long as he was avenged. And then I would be with him. I slammed my entire body into the one who had taken my lover's life, wrenching his dagger out of his hand and plunging it into his throat before pulling it down. I whirled around to face the others, rage and hatred once again distorting my features. The low growl I had been emitting turned into a full fledged snarl as they advanced. They soon followed their comrades example. I turned to face the leader, who had stayed far from the fray this entire time. That look, that arrogant smirk, was still plastered on his face. His eyes though, oh his eyes were frightened. I enjoyed that look. Suddenly I saw it change to sudden elation and tried to turn around. I failed. I felt a burning pain sear through my insides and looking down, saw the end of a sword poking out of my chest. I looked back weakly, already feeling my life-essence slipping away and saw the one who'd killed my soulmate. {How the hell?} I stared blankly at him for second and then everything went mercifully black.

And then:

"Tres...Tres," a whisper in the dark.

"You're mine Tres. For all eternity."

"Come to me beloved, find me." A command.

"I'll be waiting."

~owari~

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