Fan Fiction ❯ Triskle (Life Giver) ❯ Ulmiel ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title: Triskle (Life giver)2Title- UlmielNC-17All concepts, characters and situations in this belong to me, c. 2002. Any resemblance to actual events/people is coincidental. :)
Warnings: There is *somewhat* non-consensual sexual activities in this one. It starts off non-con, mainly because the person involved has been quite literally taken by surprise, but he doesn't protest much. :) There is an omitted lemon in this chapter between Liriok (Guardian), a student, and Master Dera'an. This was done because of the use of living plants in the actual scene itself. If anyone would wish to read this, please feel free to e-mail me privately (JaittsukoKureiko@aol.com) and I will send it to you. ^_^
Guardian shot an amused glance at me, "it means life giver."
I said faintly.
my mind was spared from having to grasp this concept by the continuing spectacle of Akira and Tresyrein. As more glass could be heard breaking I glanced over at the child and his father, noting that they were in deep conversation. Akira crouched down so he was the same level as Akhreyinss, gesturing and pointing to the house while vigorously explaining something. The boy nodded once and set off for the door of the house. When he reached the door, he calmly opened it and went in. One more crash of glass later and silence reigned. Everyone, I noticed, was staring at the house expectantly. Presently the door opened and the child emerged, holding his hand aloft strangely. The middle and ring finger were held in the middle and crossed, while the index and pinky fingers were held up, parallel with the joined fingers. The thumb was tucked in against the palm, which was slightly curved. At this apparent sign, Akira smiled and walked forward to scoop Akhreyinss up and give him a small hug before setting him back on his feet. Akira again opened the door, this time without event, and made to go in. Before this could be accomplished, however, he was forced to step aside as two men dressed in white jackets, trimmed with a gold and red intertwining pattern, were thrown out of the house. As I stood watching a pale hand with long slender fingers reached out and curled around the cloth of Akira's outer robes. He was quickly jerked into the house and the people who had been watching gave a great laugh as the door clicked shut and they went off about their business, talking quietly amongst their own groups. As I had seen before, the people who wore the same color of clothes tended to stick together.
after a small laugh and a quick shake of his head, gestured for us to continue on. After a few minutes time of walking I grew bold enough to venture a question.
where are you taking us?" He looked back at us and grimaced faintly.
going to be taking you the see the Council, or rather, to see the Recorder. He will call the Council meeting and you will be judged. First however," again another faint grimace, "I'm taking you the bathing rooms. You will be cleaned and given fresh clothes."
realized that he was much cleaner than I, and so were all of the other people. An acute embarrassment crept up on me and feeling its presence I grew angry and savagely pushed it down into my soul. Why did I care what these people thought of me? Because you feel more at home here than you have anywhere else, a tiny voice whispered in my mind. Because you were drawn to come here, compelled, because you want to... I let the thought trail off, wiping my mind clean as I focused on following Guardian. My reverie was broken by a timid voice calling out Guardian's name. Our little group turned to look at the owner of the voice, a young man with shoulder length black hair dressed in simple robes of forest green. He approached Guardian and they conversed rapidly in their own language, the young man sometimes gesturing at the building from whence he had come. It was a large structure, much larger than the houses in fact. It was wooden, including its large domed doors. The walls of the building sloped gently upward to meet the octagonal shaped roof. The entirety of the roof was what appeared to be glass, the same type as had borne the message at the entrance. The wood of it was stained the same rich green as the robes of the young man, the doors a green that reminded me of spring and growing things. Indeed, the more I stared at them, the more I became ensnared by the illusion of thought that they were breathing, alive, growing. As Guardian's voice (and shake) registered my eyes were torn away from the door, the illusion broken. I glanced back once as we continued swiftly onwards, only to see the now quite ordinary looking doors open to let the man in and then close. Guardian did not mention what had been said, and I was too timid to enquire.
it was that we were led to the bathing houses. As I was fast coming to expect, everything in this city was breathtakingly beautiful. The bath house was no exception. It was a large dome made entirely of an ice blue crystal that caught the sunlight bathing it and reflected its brilliance upon the area around it. Guardian paused a moment to let us gawk, smiling gently. There were no other buildings around this one, it being rather large itself. Guardian then led us into the bath house, and more grandeur. The surfaces seemed to be of white marble, something which I'd never before seen. Indeed, many of the things I was seeing were known to me only from books, descriptions, and the occasional picture. We were led further in and Guardian, coming to a break in the previously straight path, gestured one of our rear guards to take the woman down the right branch. He led us down the left passage. The walls of this hall were overlaid with the same ice blue crystal as before and it reflected our images faintly, distorting our forms and faces. A soft gasp escaped me as we emerged from the chamber into the bathing room. I felt a small rush of pleasure go from my groin to my head as wave after wave of hot steam wafted over me. It was perfumed, but did not smell like, or bring to mind, women in any way. It was a more earthy scent, powerful... seductive if I let it be. The ceiling of this room was the ceiling of the building itself, with the walls being made of a somewhat more solid wood, providing much more privacy. Set in the floor were the baths themselves, three of them in total. They were in oval shapes, surrounded by a pattern of seven colors. Guardian led us to one of the walls and our clothes were stripped off us and thrown away. He led us into one of the pools and bid us to wash, and to do so thoroughly. After this we would go to the Holding, apparently where we were to be imprisoned while the Council was assembled and decided our fate. I, personally, took Guardian at his word. I scrubbed my skin until it was raw and pink, my hair until it ran through my fingers like silk. Then, when all the necessary washing up was done I let myself relax in the water. For it was very relaxing, just the perfect temperature and if your perfect temperature was not that, you could go into the bath farther up and it would get warmer; farther down and it would get colder. It was bliss, this warmth soaking into my bones, sweat beading on my forehead and upper lip from the clouds of steam that hung perpetually in this room. I laid my arms along the edge, laying my head down on them and staring at the pattern around the bath. Red, blue, green, sea foam green, pale blue, black, and white with a yellow border. I was drifting off, repeating the colors in sequence in my mind when I realized that the colors of the border were the same I'd seen the people of this place wearing. I sat up, my drowsiness vanishing. Guardian, sensing my suddenly abrupt movement, appeared at my shoulder, crouching down and asking me what was wrong. I looked up at him, noting the way his eyes seemed to soften in the steam and gathered the courage to speak my question.
the people of this place, they wear garments of the same color as these tiles. What..., what does it mean?" He stared at me before slowly turning his gaze upon the tiles, then back to my face as he began to speak.
pattern of the tiles stands for the seven Orders of Magic and their elemental representatives. The red is Fire, blue for water, green for earth, sea foam green for wind, pale blue for ice, black for darkness, and the white tile with the yellow border is for light. Together, the most powerful mage of each Order makes up the Council of Mages, those who will be judging you." He fell silent and we both looked at the tiles absently. He stood up suddenly and ordered us harshly out of the water. The attendants, who had been hovering near the doorway this entire time, rushed forward with huge towels and dried our bodies. We were led into another room and given simple leggings and tunics made of a white cloth to wear. The feel of these garments was bliss to my newly cleaned body, much different from the coarse animal skins and other materials I was used to wearing. Once clothed, Guardian led us swiftly out of the bath house, where we were met by the woman and her guard. Telling us once again that we were now going to the Holding, we walked back onto the main path and continued our journey through this city.
for one, did not want to go back to the silence of before. It was companionable silence to be sure, at least on the behalf of myself and Guardian, but it was silence nonetheless. I began to ask Guardian what the buildings around us were, especially the large ones that were done in the same motif as the Order's colors. I was gratified to learn that those particular ones were the housing for each of the Orders; something which I'd already suspected was true. Sensing that I wanted to learn more Guardian began to tell me more of the workings of the Orders. He drew my attention to small clusters of buildings near to the Racha's*, as he called them. I was told that this was where the second level magicians lived and studied; the very small but long structure attached to the Racha was for the first level and beginner magicians so that they could be kept under close watch, being more apt to mis-chant a spell and destroy something. The third level and higher magicians were allowed to live in the upper levels of the Racha or in the city as they chose. Without my noticing we had already reached another split in the main path of this arboreal city, one I'd glimpsed at the very beginning. It had seemed so far off though! Guardian led us down the right branch, a path that curved back around as if it would once again meet the main at some later point. Looking down the left, I found that it did the same. Before I turned around I noticed a pure black structure off in the very distance, so far off that I could discern no details of its shape or appearance.
what is that black structure off on the left path?" His face grew dark and he shook his head quickly in a negative gesture.
is best not to think of it Nakol'oun, and I am not certain I should tell you anything of it..." I continued to gaze at him, barely paying attention any more to what was in front of me. He took a deep breath and his brows drew closer together. "I shall say only that it is a... holding place of sorts for those who could not control their magic. As I've said before, it's not a place to dwell upon, for it will do no good." A frown marred my face as I replied to him.
Guardian, what do you mean by those who could not control their magic?" Silence greeted my query. Our earlier conversation had put me more at ease with him, however, and I pressed further. "Guardian, What does it mean?" This time he stopped completely and turned around to face me.
it from your mind boy. It will never concern you."
look, Liriok is being all knowing again, imagine that! Of course he's probably right but then again..." I'd opened my mouth to protest to Guardian about this but had been cut off by the new speaker. As he'd, for it certainly sounded male, began to speak I'd turned to look for him. I caught a quick glimpse of pale blue clothing and silver hair before he let his second statement trail off and launched himself at me. I sucked in a sharp breath as I took an involuntary step back to steady myself and the boy (for I could now feel that it was *definitely* a male) followed my step and, with arms locked around my neck, proceeded to press himself tightly against me and then study me.
well he certainly smells good, at least now hm Liriok?" He gave a small laugh and stretched his neck to sniff my hair, letting a small moan escape his throat. "And he's certainly very pretty, much prettier than they are!" So saying he gave a derisive glance at my fellow prisoners and, dragging me along with him, ran behind Liriok. I wasn't certain, but I was fairly sure that he was making fun of me, which caused to me to grow angry. I tried to twist out of his grasp but he just laughed and held me tighter, sticking his tongue out at Liriok, who was saying something very angrily in their language. Knowing now that I couldn't get out of his grasp, and already knowing that I wouldn't be able to understand them, I decided to study my current captor. He had on a pair of cloth pants that tied around the waist, which were a pale blue. His shirt, which came to a slight 'v' shape in the neck and had long flowing sleeves was the same color, but with an embroidered edge along the sleeves of dark blue dots, intermingled in a recurring pattern of three with paler blue triangles. My gaze went up along his arm again to the hollow of his neck and then followed up to his face. His skin was a pale creamy white color which, I noticed, only served to heighten the darkness of his eyelashes, a pure obsidian black. His hair was long but held in a loose ponytail, with little wisps flowing out of it to create the impression of bangs though he really didn't have any. His hair itself looked very fine and was a most unusual silver color. The light playing across him served to heighten the lightness of his hair and make it look as if it were molten liquid. I couldn't discern the color of his eyes as they were turned away from me. He started speaking in my language again and I started paying attention to the conversation.
off it Liriok! I'm just having a little bit of fun with him. And look, he's not even struggling anymore now is he?" At this I emitted a low growl and again tried to twist out of his grasp. I heard a short triumphant laugh from Guardian before the silver haired boy gave his own low growl and glared down at me. I imagine we had identical expressions of anger as our eyes finally met in direct contact. I was immediately struck again by the sheer darkness of his eyelashes, which framed a pair of the most startling shining silver eyes. They seemed to illuminate his face, dwarfing every other feature there. He roughly turned me to him, gripping my arms painfully now and started speaking in a low growl, slowly pushing me backwards as he went.
do that ever again. If you do, you will not like what happens, I can promise you that." He'd been pushing me backwards as he talked and now I came to a stop as my back hit a solid surface, though I couldn't see what it was. "Oh, my name is Ulmiel by the way. What's yours?" I opened my mouth to talk, looked at his smiling face and shut it again. My eyes narrowed as I studied him, plotting the best way to get him off of me! "What's wrong? You can talk, I've heard you... Hm." He paused and put a finger to the side of his mouth, tilting his head to look down at me. "Or maybe," he leaned in close to me, pressing me more firmly against the surface with his body, "maybe you're too caught in my beauty to talk." Outrage flooded me and I pushed him backwards.
*name* is Nakol'oun, not that I would choose to give it to you!" He laughed and skipped backwards, grabbing my hands and pulling me involuntarily along with him.
that's better, I knew you could talk pretty one!" He began to spin in a circle, still clutching my hands. As we spun I was able to see that I'd been pressed against the wall of a small wooden building that was slightly off the main path. "Look at me Nakol'oun!" My eyes snapped back to the boy at his command, anger flooding through my body. How *dare* he order me? My breath caught as he twirled himself fully into my arms and placed a hand behind my head. "Surprise!" He whispered breathlessly in my ear before pulling my head down and sealing our lips in a kiss.
stiffened in shock at this, mind going completely blank. As if in a trance I heard Guardian's voice shouting Ulmiel's name and the woman shouting mine. I sucked in a quick breath through my nose as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth and flickered against mine, coaxing it to respond. I was in complete shock, I'd never kissed anyone before and this was so unexpected... Suddenly Ulmiel pulled his head away with a low growl. He laid his head against my chest, breathing heavily as I continued to stare in shock.
Soba ara seha!**"
a chance Liriok..." This was whispered against my chest and I looked down at him, emotion starting to register in a growing wave. He had kissed me. He had *kissed* me! Not only had he kissed me, I had liked it? "Nakol'oun, are you ready?"
My question was barely said before he was dragging me along again, this time through the door of the building he'd backed me up against earlier. "I, I..." My stutters were cut off as we ran full tilt through the door and he let go of my hand, causing me to twirl aimlessly in a small circle before equilibrium reasserted itself. I leaned against the wall and watched as he dragged a desk, the only piece of furniture in the small building, in front of the door. Looking around I noticed that the 'building' was actually more of a room, not very large at all.
I started slightly at his voice, backing away as he started advancing upon me again. "Now we're all alone..." My eyebrows snapped together, a frown marring my face.
just what do you mean to imply by that?" He smiles at me, quickly moving forward to pin me against the wall.
know exactly what I mean by that." He whispers throatily in my ear, arms wrapped tight around me. "You know." And with that his hands move to cup my head and I'm being kissed again, and this time with the ability to enjoy it. I moan as he thrusts his tongue in and out of my mouth, my own hands coming up to tentatively tangle in his hair. He tastes like snow, the untainted flakes that you catch on your tongue with the first snowfall. He breaks our kiss and we are both breathing heavily. A sudden pounding on the door breaks our eye contact as we both look at it.
Guardian's voice is very angry, but Ulmiel just smirks and looks back at me.
you taste nice Nakol'oun. Like lava." I taste like lava? It's undoubtedly one of the strangest things I've heard from him.
do you know what lava tastes like?" I probably sound a bit angry but his constant smirking is annoying me greatly.
don't. But, I imagine that lava would taste like you." He kisses me again and his hands slide under my shirt to caress my back. I break the kiss with a gasp, pushing him away and striding over to the desk.
do that Ulmiel!"
angry look crosses his face before being replaced with a more predatory gaze. "Why Nakol'oun. Don't you want it?" I frown, forcing my lips together tightly as he walks over and stops in front of me. "Don't you?"
He's becoming very irritating. I've never particularly wanted to be with anyone else and while his kisses were certainly enjoyable, didn't want anything else. He was far too arrogant already. He growls and I let out a small meep as he grabs me and sits me on top of the desk. He then proceeds to crawl upon it with me, straddling my lap as I'm forced to scoot back. My back is leaning against the door (which still vibrates from the incessant pounding of Guardian) as his hands come to splay out on it, one on each side of my head. He leans in very close to me, so close that our lips are actually touching.
He hisses and begins rocking his hips into mine. Despite all my intentions, I am only human and a small moan involuntarily escapes me as he rocks against my hardness. "You little liar, Nakol'oun. You want this, admit it!" He is now breathing heavily and his thrusts are becoming harder. I summon all my will to me, allowing me to ignore the pounding of my heart for one second.
One second that is long enough for me to push him off me and try to scoot further back to the door. I swallow as I hear his distinctive growl coming from the floor where he landed. My breath starts coming unevenly as the fingers of one hand reach up to curl at the edge of the desk, then the other hand. Slowly, oh so slowly are those hands followed by the top of his head, silver hair decidedly mussed. Then his forehead...and then, ah Gods, then his eyes. Those shining silver eyes, perhaps the real reason I am suddenly frightened.
He drags himself up and then leans over the desk towards me. "Faeme! Okach faeme!"*** His gaze is murderous as he grabs my shirt and drags me to him. "You kiss so passionately, and then you don't want this?" He pulls me off the desk and into his arms as we fall to the ground. "Faeme." My back is against his chest, and I'm sure he can feel my heart racing. "You are worse than a liar!" My eyes open wide in shock as his hand suddenly slides under my pants and grasps my hardness. "Tell me you don't want this...." His hand is sliding up and down my length, and his voice is a mere hiss. "Tell me Nakol'oun!" I desperately try to regain control of my emotions. I can feel tears coming to my eyes, a heavy ache in my chest that increases with each touch of his hand, with every word he speaks. This... it should not be like this!
As I scream this word one tear manages to escape and fall down my cheek to drop onto his forearm where it circles my chest. The silence after my scream is eerie. Even though I'd been ignoring it, I'd grown used to hearing Guardian's pounding on the door and his angry shouts. Now there was nothing..., nothing except for my harsh breaths. Ulmiel's hand slid away from me and he slowly released me. I barely registered as he completely let go of me and stood up.
He sounds so forlorn, and I can not imagine why. "So you aren't any different after all. I thought you might be you know." He laughs depreciatively. "I thought you had..." His voice trails off and I stand up and then face him.
He looks at me, eyes sparkling with unshed tears.
sorry Nakol'oun. I didn't mean to force myself on you." He walks to the desk and begins to move it. Panic suddenly fills me. I can't let it end this way. Ending this way is worse than if I would have let him continue when I didn't want it.
He turns to look at me again and I grab his hands and take them away from the desk. "It's not that I don't want you... I just didn't want you like that." He looks suspiciously at me for a moment before replying.
want me? Does that mean you do now?" His lips are curving into that now familiar smirk as he shoves the desk back against the door. I pretend to be offended.
course it doesn't. I still don't want you." My eyes are barely open as he slides his hand under my shirt to draw designs on my stomach. He is breathing hard again and the predatory gaze is back.
He whispers. "Well, we'll just have to change your mind then." With that his hand slides down again to caress my engorged length.
I whisper as he begins to draw just the pads of his fingers over my hardness.

I start violently as the door shakes and Guardian's voice starts shouting again. Another surprised sound emerges as Ulmiel seats me upon the desk again. I can feel fear start to swirl in my stomach again and try to push it down. "Ulmiel...." My voice is a mere whisper as his hand continues to play. He draws my pants fully off and kneels down in front of me, hand still caressing. Once again the door behind me shakes from Guardian's pounding, this time the woman's voice is calling my name as well. Her voice allows me to fully push down any remaining fear as the pounding continues.
ignore it as his fingertips continue to caress me. My head tilts back involuntarily as my length is drawn fully into his hand. "Now do you want it?" His voice is a mere hungry whisper. I open my mouth to answer but only manage a strangled moan as warm breath puffs over the tip. Both of his hands are now lightly gripping the sides of my hips. "Do you Nakol'oun?" This time his tongue comes out to circle that sensitive head.
I manage to choke out before his mouth closes over my cock. Oh Gods, this is too much! His mouth is warm and oh so wet, enclosing me in a warmth I never could have imagined. Always the soft flutters of his tongue, seemingly everywhere. The sight of his head bobbing up and down on my hardness is undeniably erotic and my hips are thrusting up to meet that wonderful mouth. His tongue is playing everywhere, the tip of it running along my hardness before going back to swirl around my member and then playing again at the sensitive slit. It is more than I can bear and I feel a familiar tightness in my belly. "I... I!" He moans and grips my hips tighter, fingers digging into my flesh. That vibration around me is more than I can stand. "ULMIEL!" His name escapes in a sobbed scream as my body arches and my essence is greedily swallowed by his waiting mouth. My hips are still futilely thrusting as I try to calm my oversensitive body. Ulmiel's harsh panting and little nips to my softening member are not helping any.
Nakol'oun!" He stares up at me, silver eyes wide, pale face flushed and swollen lips. "Gods." He whispers, flicking his tongue over the tip of my member and causing my body to convulse. "You taste... absolutely wonderful..." His face is still nuzzling in my lap and I feel my desire returning.
He smirks again and draws my pants back up my legs, pulling me to my feet so that he can fully pull them up.
think I like the sound of you screaming my name." He stands up as well and gives me a quick peck on the cheek.


"Yes?"
you didn't..." I trail off, blushing furiously as I try to stutter out the words.
find release?"
I'm relieved that he said it for me.
I can wait. There's always tonight." I snap my gaze to his face, a question clearly in them.
going to be imprisoned Ulmiel. I am an outsider."
but I can get you out, without them even knowing." He laughs and hugs me to him tightly, grinding his arousal into me.you wait for tonight for it Nakol'oun?" His voice is a whisper and my lips are suddenly dry.
for what?" My voice is also hushed. His lips brush against my ear before he answers, so soft I have to strain to hear him.
hear me screaming underneath you."
shudder at his words and he steps back and grins at me. "Well, can you?"
it's a promise..." I hold his gaze evenly. I'm not quite exactly sure what he means, but I want whatever he'll give me, and a screaming Ulmiel would certainly be a good thing.
a promise!" He quickly fixes his hair back into its ponytail and goes to the desk. "We better go out there. Don't say anything to them. It will infuriate Liriok if we both refuse to actually confirm what just happened. Help me with the desk?" This last bit is thrown over his shoulder as he's already moving it.
right." My answer serves for answer to all his statements and I grasp the other end of the desk as we easily move it from the doorway and back against one of the walls.
Nakol'oun, say nothing."
I nod my head in agreement as he grabs my hand and gives me a quick kiss before opening the door and leading us out into the sunlight.

TranslationsThe Racha's are basically a sort of college for mages. Lots of people coming and going and the Masters don't really care if you succeed or not.ara seha!- Get away from him!Faeme! Okach faeme!- Whore! Little whore!

Notesnot really sure the sex scene between Ulmiel and Nakol'oun came out quite the way I intended. Hm. Well, that's it for now, feedback is always welcomed! ::hint:: :)