Sorcerer Stabber Orphen Fan Fiction ❯ Crossing Lines ❯ Crossing Lines ( Prologue )

:: Crossing Lines ::

Sorcerous Stabber Orphen

Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen or any of the characters mentioned.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Orphen/Majic

Warnings: OOC, slight AU, possible Cleao-bashing, yaoi, lemon, bondage, slight sadomasochism

Thanks to: Kat-chan for being my wonderful muse for this!

Dedicated to: One of my best friends; N.A.! I hope he blushes enough for you in this one. ^^;;

Notes: Yes, I'm back with the dreaded sequel.

No, I don't have a life. Otherwise I wouldn't be churning out two pointless lemons in a less-than-a-week time span.

Yes, I still dislike Cleao. But I've lightened up considerably in this chapter; I hope she's more in character than the last time.

No, I don't plan on ever writing an Orphen/Cleao fic. I. Don't. Like. Cleao. She's kind of a bitch...

Yes, I was upset when I found out Majic had a girlfriend for a brief period of time.

No, I still haven't seen more than the first three episodes. I'm waiting to borrow the next three from a friend; then I'm buying the rest, damnit.

Yes, I was pleased when Kat-chan told me Majic wasn't successful in kissing his semi-girlfriend (who seems to be like Tot from WK and won't die the first time around)...

No, I don't like looking for Orphen images. There are almost as much with Cleao as there are Orphen himself and Majic just gets shoved off to the side if he's even in there at all... *twitch*

And I think I'm done now. ^^; I pray you enjoy what lies in store. This, I can promise, is at least slightly more humorous than its prequel...

He should have been having fun, or at least relaxing. It was nice and warm out, he was getting a day off, he had the perfect opportunity to calm down and enjoy himself... But he couldn't. He had too much on his mind. Far too much...

He blushed furiously, trying to avoid people's gazes as he walked down the town street. 'I can't believe I... I had sex with Master!' he thought, his face reddening more as he thought about it. 'There's got to be some kind of law against that or something... It's like... Some kind of sin or something!'

Oh, God... He really had to stop thinking about it...

"Majic!"

He flinched, surprised to look up and see his master. When had he started back for the inn? "Oh... Um... Hello, Master," he stammered, glancing to his right back into town. This was not happening to him. This was beyond humiliating...

"I'm glad you're here," his master said calmly, as though nothing had happened the night before. That only made it seem worse to Majic; it hadn't meant anything. Maybe it was stupid, but he really would have liked to lose his virginity to someone special...

'And now you're being stupid,' he thought acidly.

"Listen, I was going to run into town and get this, but since you're here and all you can get it for me, right?" Orphen said with his normal cheer, pressing a slip of paper into Majic's hand before he could protest. The blonde boy's face reddened as they made contact and he determinedly stared at the ground. 'No, no, no, stop thinking about it...' "Just go to Koneko Sumi Ie and give them that. Bring it straight back to me and do not open it," he warned. "Understand?"

Majic could only nod mutely; he feared he would say something stupid should he attempt to speak. He ran for the village almost instantly, leaving Orphen to stare after him in mild amusement.

"Poor little virgin boy," he mused. 'Even if he's technically not, he sure acts like one...'

Majic's face was still bright red as he walked right past (sometimes through) a crowd of people. 'No, no, no!' he thought, looking around for the shop. He couldn't keep acting like this around Orphen. It would most definitely get in the way of training and that was sure to piss his master off...

There. He slipped into a rather small but very cluttered shop. It was so small the counter was nearly right next to the door. Behind the counter was a fairly old woman, a small lady with stray black hair in her mass of gray. She smiled warmly at the blonde apprentice when he entered. "May I help you, young man?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Um... Yes, ma'am," he replied, handing her the slip of paper. "I'm running an errand for my master and..." He blushed faintly but, luckily, she missed it as she squinted at the paper.

"Just a moment," she said before disappearing behind a violet-coloured curtain. Majic found himself staring at the velvety folds, chewing on his lower lip as bits and pieces of the night before came back to him. Searing kisses along his throat, a warm tongue invading his mouth, hands touching, stroking--

"For Orphen, am I right?" The woman's soft voice cut through his thoughts, jarring him badly. He nodded mutely and fumbled with his pouch, shoving some money into her hand and hoping it was enough.

"Thank you," he blurted before he ran out.

'Embarrassing... Embarrassing...' he thought, pausing to lean against a shop wall, the small package clutched in his hands. He stared down at it; it wasn't even a foot long in length and thin enough to grasp with one hand. 'What in the world could Master have special ordered, anyway?'

Well, Orphen didn't have to know, did he? If he noticed anything odd about it, it could easily be explained with bad handling during the shipping, right? Right...

"Majic! Hi!" He cringed and saw Cleao running towards him, smiling brightly. Then she noticed the small package in his hand, the other hand hovering over it, and her eyes lit up. "Oh! What's in the box? I wanna see! Show me, Majic!"

The blonde apprentice gave a small nervous chuckle, edging away from her. "Ah... I can't. It's Master's-- Oh, he's probably wanting it now! Gotta go! Bye, Cleao!" He quickly slipped past her, trying not to run into people as he made a mad dash back to the inn. He arrived, panting and clutching the package in one hand.

Well... That idea was shot. He might as well deliver it now.

'Which really sucks,' he thought, making his way up the wooden stairs and looking for Orphen's temporary room. He really was curious as to this special package's contents...

He hesitated outside Orphen's room before taking a steadying breath and knocking. "Master, I'm back..." His voice trailed off when no one answered. "Master?" he called again, this time not as tentative.

Well, maybe he could just leave it there for him to find, then. At least that way he wouldn't have to face him. Yeah, that would work. Nodding as though to reassure himself, Majic grasped the knob, twisted and opened the door.

He blinked once at the sight before him; Orphen was humming softly under his breath.

Dancing.

In a towel.

And, as the laws of embarrassment called for it, the towel shifted, slipped... An unintentional squeak escaped Majic's mouth, causing Orphen to turn and stare at him blankly.

"Oh. Back already?"

Majic felt his face warm as he held out the package in his hand. "Ah... I'm sorry, Master," he stammered, staring at the wall. His eyes seemed to have minds of their own, as they kept sliding back towards him. "I just came to see your package-- I mean!" He clenched his eyes shut tightly, his face burning with embarrassment. "To deliver your package!"

Orphen raised an eyebrow, lips twitching into an amused smile as he took the package from Majic, tossing it carelessly on the bed. "You know," he said slowly, leaning in to intentionally make his pupil uncomfortable, "If you want to do it again, all you need to do is ask."

Majic's eyes snapped open and he stared at his master in something akin to horror, taking a step back. "I... Um..."

"And if I'm in the mood," the brunette continued, "Maybe I'll say yes. Hm?" He finished in a voice barely above a whisper, his lips within an inch of the blonde boy before him. Majic shuddered slightly when Orphen suddenly pulled back.

"Or maybe we could just go down and eat dinner," he said cheerfully, turning around and grabbing a pair of pants that had been lain out on his bed.

Miffed and beyond embarrassed by then, Majic quickly turned and fled down the stairs. 'Damn him! That's not fair!' he thought, sinking into a chair in the bar and burying his face in his hands. His face was burning his fingers... Damn.

"Hey, Majic!" Cleao's cheerful voice cut through the peaceful silence. He groaned softly; his head slipped from his hands and hit the table, rather loudly.

"Are you okay?" The blonde girl sounded somewhat concerned as she sat across the table from him.

"..." Majic sighed and propped himself with his elbows. "I'm fine..."

"Hi, Orphen," Cleao said, completely forgetting about the blonde boy in front of her. Majic hid a wince as his master took a seat, nodding in Cleao's direction. Just as always. Like nothing had ever happened.

Well, fuck. That was nice.

While Cleao stirred her drink absently with a straw (Orphen had his usual; vanilla ice cream with some sort of soda) and kept giving Majic odd glances. It made the younger boy very uncomfortable. He sat quietly for a few moments, staring out the window. Normally Cleao would be babbling about something or another. Sometimes Orphen would tell Majic to keep practicing; he could have done better that day in training and then it would fall right back to Cleao somehow.

Today she was disturbingly quiet and it made him very, very uncomfortable.

"What?" he finally blurted.

Cleao raised both eyebrows at him, in the middle of sipping at her drink. She sat back, considered for a moment, before saying, "You don't have a girlfriend we don't know about, do you, Majic?"

Realizing exactly what she was talking about he averted his gaze. "No," he mumbled. He glanced at Orphen who remained unruffled. In fact, he didn't even seem to care that Cleao might have noticed anything.

Damn it.

"And you don't like... Y'know..." She made a movement with her hand, right out in the open, and Majic flushed. "Right?"

"No!" He heard a muffled snicker to his right and clenched his fists below the table. 'That... That...'

Cleao eyed them both skeptically. "You two aren't sleeping together, are you?" she demanded, her voice rising as she continued. "I thought you, at least, were straight!" she said, pointing at Orphen.

Majic shoved his chair away from the table, the movement so sudden it started both his companions. He was trembling slightly as he backed away from the both of them. "I... I'm going to bed. I'm not hungry," he said in a shrill, near-panicked voice before he turned and disappeared up the stairs.

Cleao blinked rapidly, staring after him in confusion. "What's his problem?"

Orphen shrugged carelessly. "He'd better not be sick," he said mildly, pushing his half-finished drink away. "We have training tomorrow." Without another world to the baffled blonde girl, he stood and went in the direction his pupil had disappeared off to.

Cleao sighed and sulked. "Unbelievable," she muttered. "If they're not Peeping Toms, they're gay..."

Upstairs, Majic sat on his bed, quietly staring at the wall. In a way he was awed, but in another he was extremely pissed off at Orphen's calm collected attitude. It was like nothing fazed the man!

But Cleao... God, that had been horrible. He was surprised she hadn't brought child rape into the issue...

He was completely distracted, so he missed the tiny telltale creak of the door. He didn't notice anything amiss, really, until strong hands suddenly clamped down on his shoulders and jerked him until his back was resting against a muscular chest. Majic yelped in shock and tried to turn around to see his attacker (though he pretty much knew exactly who it was) but the hands gripping him were stronger. He was shoved down on the bed, his pale throat attacked by warm lips. He relaxed almost instantly, a slight whimper falling from his mouth.

Orphen pulled back, grinning down at his pupil. "No reviewing," he said calmly. "We're moving on to the next lesson."

Majic blinked, blushing faintly at the implication but no more than that. "What's the next lesson?" he asked quietly.

"We're going to see how well you fare when... Restrained." He paused only momentarily before he sat back, giving Majic enough room to prop himself up on his elbows. Orphen was holding the package with one hand, something sparking in his sienna-coloured eyes.

Majic paled. "What is that?"

His master didn't answer. Orphen instead opened the package, removing two strong-looking cords of rope. Majic stared in disbelief. Rope? He'd special-ordered rope?

Correctly interpreting the puzzled expression on the boy's face, Orphen smirked. "It's not just rope," he said. "It has a special seal on it... It keeps the victim from being able to escape magically."

"What?!" Orphen was already in the process of binding his wrists to the bedpost, his grin widening.

"I want to move on to the next lesson." His eyes darkened somewhat. "And I'm warning you now, I tend to get more violent as these lessons progress."

Majic stared at him open-mouthed, unable to form words. He seemed to he in a state of shock, a state that was broken the instant his master was kissing him forcefully, moving his tongue inside his mouth before waiting for invitation.

Majic gasped and struggled violently against the rope. He couldn't even remember the name of a spell to break the binds! This was not good.

Even as he thought this he was kissing back, small groans coming from deep in his throat. Orphen's hands were beneath his shirt -- when had he removed his gloves? -- and nearly clawing at sensitive skin. It kind of hurt, really. But Majic didn't mind, not at all... Which wasn't a good sign to begin with.

Orphen pushed his student's shirt up, dragging his nails across the skin. Majic hissed in pain, having broken free from the kiss. "Master, what are you doing?"

He didn't get a reply as the chocolate haired man didn't answer, simply dragged his slightly too-long nails down the young teen's chest. Skin broke and blood welled up, much of Majic's horror. He groaned again, this time in pain, fear and mild sickness.

Then a warm tongue was licking almost apologetically at the wound. That, he discovered, did feel nice. He arched his back into the older man, whimpering in both pain and need. The ropes scraped his wrists as he did so and Orphen had to push him back down to keep him from moving too much.

"Don't make it worse than it's going to get," he cautioned, nipping at the flesh of the blonde boy's collar. Majic ignored him, thin chest heaving as he struggled to free himself still. Orphen muttered something about him being stubborn before capturing his lips, kissing him thoroughly. Majic stiffened momentarily before he melted, going completely lax sighing in near content.

'Much better,' Orphen thought. It seemed that if Majic could keep his mouth busy he'd be easier to deal with. Well, that made his job a little harder, but all the better of a challenge, right?

The real challenge was ridding the boy of his clothes, especially since he'd tied him up prior to undressing him. But, he reasoned, he could always mend it later, right? His fingers tore at the pale blue fabric, still digging into the pale skin as he gripped the boy hard enough to leave a bruise. Majic made a muffled noise of pain against his mouth and shifted slightly but didn't do any more than that. Once his shirt was off, Orphen noticed that the rope had cut into the boy's skin.

"I told you not to struggle," he said calmly, sitting back. Majic's eyes widened as though realizing what was going on and he started to fight again. It was getting ridiculous to Orphen, but if the boy wanted to hurt himself more, by all means, let him. It would be his own fault; Orphen had warned him.

He took his time to get undressed himself; the fun part was to come soon enough, after all. Majic paused to glance at him, blush faintly then look away. "What?" Orphen asked in faint annoyance. Honestly, it had been funny earlier but this was stupid. "I don't have anything you don't," he reminded him, forcing him to look at him. He then smiled and pressed his lips to his student's. Again, Majic succumbed almost instantly. So he had a fairly easy weak spot...

Tanned fingers danced across the pale skin, tracing the earlier wounds they had made. Majic whimpered and tried to edge away from them but whenever he did that Orphen would only press down and make it hurt. He yelped loudly. "Master! That-- Ow!"

"You really need to be quiet," was all he got for a response. Majic eyed him warily as he grasped his hips to hold him in place. He flinched, remembering the pain, but Orphen was smiling oddly.

A tongue flicked out, running lightly across the apprentice's partially hard length. Majic gasped, choking on air as he did so. Orphen continued to tease him with light touches for a few moments until he was completely hard and ready before taking part of him in his mouth. Majic cried out, throwing his head back against his arms and gasping for breath. This was so completely different from yesterday; now he had no control whatsoever, none, and he was starting to like it and blood was trickling down his arms and...

"Master," he panted, moaning loudly as he tried to thrust upwards. That was why Orphen had him pinned down, though, and he was completely immobile. Words failed the young boy and only incoherent whimpers fell from his mouth.

Orphen pulled back just when he was sure the blonde boy was going to cum, receiving a whine of protest from the said boy. "Master!"

He shook his head, not saying anything as he ran a hand up Majic's body, carefully positioning himself while making sure to stroke in just the right places. Majic flinched again, obviously remembering the pain from last time. Orphen's expression softened somewhat as he gently caressed the boy's face, brushing his fingers across his lips. He whispered encouraging words to the boy, gently sliding his fingers into his mouth. Majic shivered in anticipation, doing as told with the comfort of murmured promises of it not being so bad the second time around.

Orphen pulled his hand back and down, being careful to slowly stretch the boy out so as not to scare him like he had the last time. Majic had his eyes clenched shut as he exhaled slowly, idly thrusting his hips at the man. A murmured, "Orphen," fell from his lips when the mahogany-eyed master slid into him. He didn't bother to correct him this time.

Orphen gave him another few moments to adjust before he slowly pulled out only to thrust down again; surprisingly much gentler than he had been the last time. Majic glanced up at him, breathing heavily and attempting to fall into rhythm with him. Well, it wasn't his fault he didn't know what he was doing Orphen decided as he kept a firm hold on the boy.

Eyes darkening, Orphen tightened the grip that was going to leave bruises for sure. He began to pick up the pace, making Majic cry out when he suddenly went down into him harder. The blonde's hands twitched and he attempted to thrust him, trying to get more than what Orphen was willing to give him just yet.

"Be patient," he fairly growled, leaning down to kiss the boy as his hand reached between them to begin rhythmic strokes there as well. Majic moaned into his mouth, his thin body convulsing with almost violent shudders. He was far from patient, obviously. His hands itched to touch the spiky-haired man on top of him, so bad the pain in his wrists felt intensified. Orphen briefly thought it was probably a good thing he'd bound his apprentice; otherwise he might have similar scratches that bled on his own body. Majic certainly was becoming violent.

"Orphen," he moaned as Orphen abandoned his mouth to kiss his throat, nipping on the flesh there. He gasped and arched up against the older man, trying desperately to find release.

Orphen made a small grunting sound, biting him rather hard on the shoulder and increasing his pace again, thrusting into and pumping him hard and fast. Majic cried out several times when he drove straight into his prostrate. Strands of blonde hair stuck to his forehead as he threw his head back violently, moaning softly as he finally got the release he wanted. Orphen exhaled slowly, thrusting into him a couple more times before he came as well.

Majic stared at him for a long moment, panting heavily before he gave a groan of exhaustion and simply collapsed. It had to be rather uncomfortable with his arms still bound behind and above his head like that. Orphen fumbled with the cords for a moment until they fell free, blood staining them and Majic's arms. The teen winced and cradled his wrists, fighting back tears of pain.

Orphen stared at him for a long moment, feeling somewhat bad about that. "Majic," he said quietly. Tiredly, the blue-eyed boy looked over at him and was surprised to find himself caught in a slow, almost loving kiss. His eyes flickered shut and he sighed, drowsiness beginning to take over. This was nice... This, he liked...

He drifted off, murmuring something incomprehensible. Orphen smirked slightly and, somewhat awkwardly, embraced the boy. It had, he decided as he allowed himself to relax as well, been a smart idea to wait for that shipment after all.

"Master," a faint murmur caught his attention.

"Hm?"

Majic shifted slightly, his eyes still closed. "... Next time, let's just review... Moving on too quickly kind of... Hurts..." His voice trailed off as he fell asleep, this time for sure, leaving Orphen to stare at him thoughtfully.

"Hm..."

... And this one got weird, too. And this time I was listening to the first Orphen opening and ending theme.

I'm so weird...

So. Sequel again or no? Are two of these enough? ^^;;;;