Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Consequences

Written By: Teno Hikari (tenohikari@cs.com) &
Lady Douji (ladydouji@pdq.net)
Beta Read by: Sarryn


Disclaimer: I swear I'll give Carrot back once I'm done with him ^_^

Summary: AU - In order to save the souls of his friends, Carrot agrees to Zaha's demands and destroys the world. A new world is created where magic does not exist. Now that Spooner is gone and his loved ones reborn, can Carrot deal with the consequences of his choice? (Based from Lady Douji's idea)

Warning: adult situations, sex (some s/m), and lots of Caraha yaoi.

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"You are here, no escape
From my visions of the world
You will cry, all alone
But it does not mean a thing to me."
- Aura performed by Emily Bindiger


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Chapter Two



The chains rattled noisily as the bound young man tried to struggle in vain. Pausing, he shot Zaha a look that bordered between pleading and defiance. Zaha's smile widened slightly as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the boy's in a forceful kiss.

Groaning into the other's mouth, Carrot tugged absently at his bonds. Hands were now running down his chest. Fingers toyed with his nipples as the violet-eyed man bent his head down to feast on his throat. Zaha let out a low chuckle as he heard Carrot gasp when his teeth scraped against skin.

"I warned you not to be late," he said, turning his gaze to meet those wide umber eyes. He took one of the boy's legs and wrapped it around his hip, drawing him closer. "You never learn, do you?"

Carrot swallowed hard as his forming erection brushed against the smooth fabric of the man's pants. "Is that why you sent Gia?"

Zaha was silent as he trailed his hand up Carrot's chest and stopped short of the pendant that hung there. His eyes narrowed and he frowned at the tear-shaped stone. No matter how many times this happened, that stone always remained between them. His features hardened. No, not this time. The boy panicked as he felt the older man take the small teardrop in his hand.

"What ... what are you...?!"

He silenced Carrot with a short kiss. Brushing his lips against the youth's brow, Zaha gave him a look of assurance. "I know how much this means to you. To ensure its safety I think it would be best if I remove it."

Carrot didn't answer. He just stared at the other's hand for a moment before lifting his head to meet the other man's gaze. Zaha resisted the urge to just rip it off, and gently placed his hand on the boy's cheek. "It will be returned to you when we're finished," he assured the younger man. "I promise."

Carrot regarded him and remained silent for a few more seconds before nodding. He briefly caught a glimpse of the stone as the pendant slipped over his head and into the other's hand. Zaha claimed his mouth once more, releasing his hold on Carrot's leg, and turned around.

The young man closed his eyes and listened to the soft footfalls across the room. He heard one of the dresser drawers open and shut, then the footsteps crossed the room back to him. A warm mouth ensnared his lips in a long kiss and a large body pressed him back against the wall. Carrot's eyes fluttered open as Zaha assaulted his mouth and began to duel with his tongue. Hands were now at his legs again, sliding up his thighs, then wrapping them around the older man's waist.

Zaha grinned, feeling the young man's length press against his hip. Still pinned against the wall, the brown eyes of the young man pleaded silently to him in an agreement made centuries ago. The creator of the new world simply nodded as he reached up and took the chain with two fingers. With no effort at all, the metal snapped and Carrot fell into his waiting arms.

He held the teen close for a few moments, feeling the youth's pulse race beneath his fingertips. With the handcuffs still binding his wrists, the boy clung to him tightly. On a closer look, he could see that the metal cuffs dug into Carrot's flesh. Not drawing blood, yet, but marking the skin with thin red lines that circled his wrists.

"Please," Carrot rasped into his ear. The fear from teenager's face was gone and, instead, had been replaced with a pained sort of anticipation. His voice was hoarse as he tried to finish without shedding tears. "I need ... I need you to...please..."

Carrot grunted as he the man dumped him unceremoniously on to the large feathered bed. Stretched out with his hands pinned above his head, the older man gave him a warning glare not to move. He shivered as he watched Zaha pull out a long black silk scarf. The cloth covered his eyes and was tied securely around his head, blinding him. Carrot made a small protesting noise until he decided to depend on his other senses.

He could smell the faint scent of the other male's cologne along with the strong-scented musky odor of his arousal. The young man's nostrils twitched as he tilted his head up. Blood. The metallic smell of blood was on him. Carrot could feel its wetness running down his arm where the steel had cut into his wrist. It wasn't something to worry about, though the pain was a little annoying. Licking his lips, he could still taste Zaha on them. He could taste him inside his mouth: the distinct flavor of the older man's favorite wine and the tang of cherries.

"Mmmm," Carrot murmured. "You had a date tonight."

"Business dinner," the older man corrected. "One that I left early to return home in time ...so I could wait for you."

"It was only thirty minutes..."

"You were still late."

"Yeah..."

Rolling up the sleeves of his expensive silk shirt, Zaha watched the boy as he lay on the feather duvet and percale sheets. Bound and bleeding, Carrot made no attempt to voice his complaints. Instead he simply lay there, waiting for whatever the older man was going to do to him. Zaha frowned as he sat down on the bed, holding two objects in his hands. One of them initiated pleasure and the other, pain.

'Even now,' he thought to himself as he leaned over Carrot's naked body. 'It's still difficult to believe how you and I have come to this...'


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The world was perfect, absolutely perfect. The creator surveyed the vast emerald forests and sapphire lakes. The new world was a treasure itself. The humans had already begin forming their own government system without the segregation between Sorcerer and Parsoner.

Perfect

He was sure the destroyer would agree with him. The boy would have found this world a heaven better than the endless cycle of hell they both knew.

Little did he know when he finally found the child of the past living in hell itself. Mutilated bodies littered the ground; they contaminated the air with their stench of decay.

"So this is where you've been hiding yourself, Carrot Glace..." he trailed off when he saw the blood. Blood everywhere that very walls seemed to be painted with it. In the center of agony and death stood a figure. Bloody gauze wrapped around most of the torso; skin so pale that it seemed impossible for this 'thing' to be alive.

A single brown eye opened to regard him while a bandage covered the other. The child had not changed over the centuries apart, physically that is. "I didn't expect to see you again, Zaha Torte," spoke the battered boy as the single eye narrowed with obvious hatred. "Why have you come here?"

The creator stared at him for a long moment. He took a step forward, aware the crunching noise under his boot came from human bones. Zaha kept on walking until he stood before the destroyer.

"To make you an offer."


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The violet-eyed man smiled as he took one of the objects in his hands, a feather and brushed it against the teenager's flushed skin. The light touch of the feather moved up his calves, past the knees, and settled against his inner thigh. He watched the boy twitch and moan as he brushed the barbules over the sensitive skin of his erection. Zaha repeated the action as a sheen of sweat covered Carrot's tensed body.

Resisting the urge to take him right then, Zaha gripped the second object in his hand and grinned. The boy hissed silently as the crop struck his thigh, a few inches away from his groin. Leaning forward, he took the trembling boy's earlobe between his teeth and licked it. Carrot's breathing deepened as he felt the other's tongue trace the rim of his ear. The younger man let out a gasp as he was roughly turned over to lay on his stomach, face down against the mattress.

He caught the cry of surprise and pain in his throat when the riding crop swat against his backside. Again and again, until it stung. Swat. Swat. Swat. Carrot lost track as the skin across his shoulders and the back of his thighs became a single throbbing canvas. He sucked in his breath when he felt the feather return. The soft touch gently caressed his sores and sent tickling sensations down his spine. He let out a sigh as the feather glided across his posterior. His tormentor continued, until the touch of the feather was replaced with a hand.

Zaha pulled his hand away with an amused smile at the young man's whimpers. Then brought it down hard and the whimpering turned into a loud yelp. Only once. When second hit struck, Carrot squeezed his eyes shut and muffled his pain against the bed. Zaha paused on the third smack as he cupped the clenched buttocks, massaging the soft flesh. Sliding his hand forward, he moved between the cheeks to graze a finger against the closed sphincter there. Carrot's body quaked at the touch. The man repeated motion until the young man's muscles relaxed.

The violet-eyed man slid his middle finger inside gently while his other hand steadied the bound boy's hips. "Try to relax," he soothed. "I know it's been awhile."

"Almost a month."

"Hmmm?"

Carrot turned his head so he wasn't faced down, being careful not to dislodge the blindfold. "It's been almost a month since we... since you did this."

"Really?"

The boy nodded and Zaha lifted his eyebrows when he realized that the boy was right. He had spent the last three weeks dealing with work, had spent his nights at business dinners and weekend trips out of the city. It was the first time Carrot had said anything about it. In fact, he hadn't even known the younger immortal was attending school again.

"I knew you were busy," the teenager said quickly, slightly embarrassed. "So I asked Moss to make the school arrangements for me."

"I see. Well, then... I suppose I have three weeks to make up for."

"Huh...?"

He moaned loudly as another digit slipped inside and began to move leisurely inside him. Zaha sat alongside Carrot's body and, with his free hand, he lightly ran his fingers over it, before pulling the boy into his lap. The hand moved down Carrot's hip, his thigh, caressing, stroking, enjoying the feel of muscles playing under the skin. His fingers probed deeper as the boy pushed back against them, panting.

The sound of breaking metal forced Zaha to look up as Carrot threw his free arms around his neck. The blindfold was ripped away, discarded like a piece of scrap. The boy kissed him fervently as he lifted himself to impale his body further against those penetrating digits. He returned those kisses and could no longer ignore the ache in his own body.

Withdrawing his fingers, he pressed against Carrot's shoulders and younger man slid off his lap. Standing up beside the bed, his hands loosened his belt, and he tried not to look impatient. He turned his head to see Carrot sitting on the bed, cross-legged and simply watched him.

"Aren't you going to assist me?"

Carrot raised an eyebrow. His lips twitched slightly. "You want my help?" his asked incredulously. "The Creator of the New World is asking a brat like me to help him remove his pants?"

Zaha threw him an irritated glance, and, in a few quick moments, his pants followed. With the wave of his arm, Carrot knocked them off target, sending them flying towards the side. He wasn't so lucky when the owner of those pants pounced on him.

"Brat," purred the violet-eyed man as he attacked Carrot's throat like a predator feeding off his prey. "Just for that... I think I may have to punish you again."

The youth grinned as he ran his hand through the other's dark shoulder-length hair. He tilted his head up, giving Zaha more access to his throat and the older man greedily accepted the offering. The hand in his hair twisted and Zaha lifted his head to meet Carrot's gaze.

"I can take whatever you give me," Carrot stated boldly as he tightened the grip on the older man's hair. "I always have."

Zaha smirked as he leaned forward, pressed his lips against the boy's, claiming him once more. "And you always will."

"Damn straight."

Defiance twinkled in those earth brown eyes as the teenager drew the corner of his mouth up in a smile. Zaha pulled back and uncurled his fingers around a bottle of lubricant. Sitting up a little, Carrot gave him a lopsided grin.

"I'll help you with that..."

The older man laughed. "Now you wish to become useful?"

"When I feel like it." The destroyer shrugged his shoulders and took the small bottle from Zaha's hand. Careful not to spill the contents all over the bed, he poured a subtle amount onto his palms before capping the bottle. Looking up, he kept eye contact with Zaha as his hands zoomed in on their target.

Wrapping his hands around the other man's length, Carrot lowered his gaze to watch himself distribute the lubricant. His fingers curled around the older man's impressive erection, stroking softly. Zaha held his breath and allowed his eyes to close shut as those skilled hands made him ache even more.

"What do you feel like?"

Those violet eyes flew open at the sound of a low sultry voice he forgot Carrot possessed. Zaha cursed himself for forgetting the seductive side the boy had developed over the centuries. The times they spent in Greece and Rome, and all the trouble the young immortal's seductive side had caused. He would have liked to laugh, but a gasp escaped his lips instead, as Carrot straddled his lap.

"I feel like..." Zaha murmured as he rocked his hips forward while lowering the younger man down on his shaft. "Hearing you call my name as I take you."

A surprised cry was torn from Carrot's throat as the pain of penetration quickly dissolved into pleasure. He threw his arms around the Zaha's broad shoulders, clinging on for dear life. Nails clawed at the older man's bare back along with broken handcuffs. The older man didn't feel it as he savored the tight heat around his cock. The sweet torment was heaven and hell at the same time.

Gritting his teeth, he grasped the boy's hips and raised him up and nearly off his pulsing erection. Then pulled him back down on an upward thrust, muffling the scream with a dominating kiss. Up and down, Carrot was moved roughly and neither of them cared about the dark bruises that began to form on their bodies.

Carrot panted heavily as he was skewered on the hard column of flesh, clenching around it, making his lover groan. Perspiration ran down the side of Zaha's face, but he ignored it and continued to thrust forward. Twisting a little he pressed against something that made the boy on his lap sob with pleasure.

"Zaha!" the boy cried out as the man's hand tightened around his aching manhood while hitting that spot inside him again. Carrot could have sworn he heard the other chuckle, but his hearing seemed to have stopped functioning. All he heard was the rapid beating of his heart and his cry of release as warmth washed over his body.

Upon the teenager's release, Zaha braced himself as the fleshy prison constricted around his shaft, pushing him over the edge. He growled the destroyer's name under his breath, pulling Carrot closer. His body jerked, thrusting deeply as he spurt his release inside the smaller immortal's body. Then again, slamming forward as Carrot pushed back, wanting this just as much until climax overwhelmed him.

They stayed in that position as their heavy breathing slowed down to normal. Zaha recovered first, sighing as he slipped out his softening member, and simply held the still trembling boy in his lap. He grinned as those brown eyes opened and stared at him with awe while reddened lips moved to form a lazy smile.

"Wow..."

"That's it?"

"Um... wow?"

Zaha laughed as he wiped himself and his sleepy lover clean with the quilt before discarding. He pulled the young man underneath the bed sheets with him and simply lay there. An amused smile touched his features as Carrot curled against him.

"I'll ask you later."

"Ask me what?" the boy let out a loud yawn as he rested his head against the violet-eyed man's broad chest.

"Later," Zaha insisted. "Now go to sleep."

"Zaha?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."