Sorcerer Stabber Orphen Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless Beauty ❯ Sleepless Beauty ( One-Shot )

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

:: Sleepless Beauty ::

Sorcerous Stabber Orphen

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

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Orphen/Majik >.>;;

Warnings: AU, yaoi, weirdness, some blood, pointless smut, lemon...

Notes: This comes out on top as THE WEIRDEST LEMON I've ever written.

Oh well. Hope ya'll like it. >.>;;




Flickering lights didn't suit the dark room, no matter how alive it was, teaming with masses of people that only succeeded in making him feel crowded. Only a short two weeks ago he would have felt comfortable, at ease in the smoky room littered with tobacco, alcohol, and the smell of sex.

Now, however, it only struck guilt in him.

But this was the only place they could meet. He had suggested other places, very freely, quite often, but each time was turned down. It had to either be here -- in the crowds of people that smelled of sweat mingled with so many other things that even alone would send a virgin running in terror -- or not at all. How he hated that deal, but something about the boy, too young to even be allowed in, too sweet-looking for a boy, carrying off his feminity as well as any female... Something about it drew him further in, and that was all he could say.

A new song swelled up, slow and haunting as a nightmare itself. It picked up his heartbeat, making him grow even more anxious as time slipped by. One minute late, two minutes, three, four... Five... Tobacco made him dizzy, so he leaned against the wall for support, oddly coloured eyes shut against the blinding lights flashing over the completely ungraceful -- to him, at least -- unerotic dances of the numerous people.

A slim hand slid down his smoothly muscled bicep, causing him to open a single sienna-coloured eye and shoot the female hitting on him a dark, icy look. Not put off by it, as many here weren't, she said, -- in a completely and *obviously* desperate tone, he thought -- "You're alone again, Orphen?"

He made a soft noise between his teeth, clicking his tongue in a way that would make even vicious rattlesnakes back off. "I'm waiting."

"And yet you can't be *that* fond of the little angel, can you?" she inquired. Her full breasts pressed into his arm; he could have found it arousing, his eyes would have fallen to peruse the gift it seemed God bestowed on few women... Yes, even a few days ago he would have done it. Now, however, he simply wasn't interested.

"And yet, I don't seem to recall giving up on him," he replied smoothly, teeth bared in what few would mistake for a kind smile. His eyebrows slanted downward, giving his catlike eyes a wicked look even Satan would envy. "Back off."

Huffing, she obliged, slinking away into the darkness. It saddened him, really, that some people just didn't know when to give up. He had no name for that particular dark-haired beauty, for people rarely went by their true name in this place; it was too dangerous if the police caught up. No, nicknames and aliases were common at the Dark Deep.

Then he was suddenly in view, hair shimmering in the little light that blinked his way, his face that of an all-too-innocent angel. He was not yet sixteen, possibly not even fifteen, but he always found his way in, somehow. Perhaps he was favoured for some reason. Whatever it was, Orphen didn't care-- He was *his* and that was all that mattered.

The dark-haired youth gestured, catching the eye of the pretty blonde not too far away. Without a word the elven-like child obeyed, not coming to a stop until he was in his arms, small nose pressed into Orphen's collar bone, nuzzling his chest in the affectionate manner of a kitten.

"You shouldn't keep coming here," Orphen said sharply, catching him by the arm and dragging him to a less-populated corner. There was also less light there, the harder it was to see the boy's translucent sea-green eyes, wide on a childish face. It was easy to read the soft smile on those pouty lips, however, easy to see that no matter what he would have come-- Not Heaven nor Hell would have gotten in his way. Neither would have *dared*.

"I wouldn't have to, if you would just..." the blonde murmured, leaning forward again, up on his toes to press a soft kiss to his throat. Orphen resisted the urge that had overtaken him for a moment, wanting so badly just to press the boy to the wall and molest him, pleasure him in any way possible right then, but then a qualm overtook him as the childlike eyes turned back up to him.

Outrage sparked flames in the boy's eyes, making him hiss as he spoke. "No! Stop looking at me like that! I'm not a child; don't look at me like one!"

Orphen tenderly stroke his silken hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I only took you in so no one else would harm you," he whispered, barely heard over the blood-pounding music. "You would have been tortured, maimed, killed... All for the sake of pleasure. Majik..."

Majik caught his wrist, pulling away to smirk in a way that completely clashed with his girlish features. "It's in everyone. The need, want, desire to be touched... To touch others, even," he added, aqua-marine eyes flickering with lust that should never have overtaken them, at least not now, when he was so young and pure-looking... It only made him even more desirable. Something about a virgin just set people off that way.

Soft kisses were rained on the pads of his fingers, sharp teeth nipping at the first knuckle, little tongue flicking over the tip. "To be accepted... To no longer have you look at me as a child... For you to touch me, taste me, be with me, and let me reciprocate it all upon you... That's all I want anymore." Pale fingers tangled in tanner ones, clinging tightly. "And until you can accept me, I'll return every time. Even at the risk of being caught, stolen, taken away, harassed..." The kiss to his hand was not nice, with a sharp bite making Orphen start in half anger, half surprise.

"How old *are* you?" the brunette asked gently, tipping the blonde's head back with his free hand, keeping a firm grip on his chin so as not to allow him to look away.

Majik seemed to have no desire to do so; he simply smiled and replied, "One night, Orphen-*sama*, and maybe I'll tell you."

Perhaps it was that weak excuse that made him do it, or simply that he'd been wanting to do it for so long, or he was just horny... But Orphen nodded once, watching those bright eyes light up in delight as he switched his grip on him, dragging him away.

Cool night air blasted them both, an immense relief from the hot discomfort from inside. Without looking back, Orphen took long strides away from the Dark Deep, cheap flickering lights blinking as eyes would in disbelief. Majik had to jog to keep up; his legs were too much shorter. Once they reached Orphen's car -- a black 1996 Dodge Intrepid, in pretty good shape for an outdated car -- he unlocked the doors, pushing the younger blonde in rather unkindly. Majik made no protest; simply buckled himself in before Orphen started the car, and they were off.

The young man could see the small, secretive smile on Majik's lips. It irritated him; he wanted to demand to know what he was smirking about, but there were more important matters at hand.

The ride was a long fifteen minutes, but they finally pulled up to an apartment complex. The outside was a bit shady, with uncared for surroundings and only barely-decently cleaned windows, but Orphen figured if Majik didn't like it, he could leave.

He caught the boy by the elbow, dragging him inside. He kicked the door shut, not caring that inside was as much of a mess as outside. He turned to Majik, who was surveying his surroundings with unreadable eyes. It unnerved him a bit; usually the boy was so easy to read. "Well?"

Majik returned his gaze to him, his sweet smile tinged with an odd sort of smirk. "Nice," he replied, stepping further inside. "You're not ashamed to live like this," he added, kicking at an article of clothing on the floor. His eyes flickered momentarily; it was a woman's shirt. "And obviously a slut, too."

Angered, Orphen slammed him against the wall. "Did you not say it yourself?" he demanded in a fevered tone. "That everyone has the desire? Are you putting me down already? Did you come here to ridicule me, you brat?"

Though Orphen's too-long nails bit into Majik's chest, bare beneath the two buttons he'd left alone on his pristine white shirt, the boy still smiled sweetly, all traces of mockery gone. "It's fun to get a rise out of you," he said, "because you react so honestly." His cold hand encompassed the rough one over his heart, beating rapidly, betraying inner anxiety. "Perhaps I've made a mistake, Orphen-san? I *am* just a child, nowhere near eighteen years of age. Too young for even you to consider... Yet why did you? Just to find out my age?"

Mahogany eyes softened somewhat. Orphen leaned close, a gentle kiss given to the younger boy, a chaste one on the forehead just above his brow. "No," he murmured. "But you're not scared?"

"I *am* a virgin," Majik replied sincerely, traces of what seemed like a long-lost innocent child resurfacing as his eyes fluttered shut. Orphen kissed him there, too, sweet and gentle. "You can teach me," he whispered huskily. "I want *you* to do it, and I don't want to wait. Because... Because... You're so cool, Orphen-san."

The brunette snorted softly, pulling away. "Virgins always start in bed, then," he replied, urging him down the hallway. Majik was suddenly so willing to do what he said; before when he'd been dragging him, he'd felt strong resistance, as though a part of him had actually had doubts.

The door swung easily open. Orphen paused in midstep, leaning down to kiss him. Majik tilted his head back obligingly; virgin or not, it seemed he'd at least had some experience kissing. The older youth had no qualms teasing him with his tongue, until Majik opened his mouth and Orphen had to move closer, pushing his head back for better leverage as they deepened the kiss. This put them in better contact physically as well, and it was surprisingly pleasant. Slim, pale arms formed a ring around Orphen's neck; Majik's body shifted against his as he leaned up on his toes.

Perhaps it should have felt wrong, simply because Majik claimed to be a virgin. Yet when they kissed, the younger boy was excited, setting his tongue to play in a manner that startled and pleased Orphen. Straight, sharp teeth nipped his lip, bruising him.

They had to breathe, of course. Orphen was the one that broke the kiss, knowing that Majik was probably too absorbed to think about it. It wouldn't do to have the mood ruined by the silly blonde passing out; not at all!

Majik licked his lips, eyes clouded as he slid them open to gaze hazily at him. He smiled, pale hands pressing flat to Orphen's broad chest, resting his soft cheek there for a moment. The act of tenderness took him aback; he wasn't used to it. He edged backwards, falling back to sit on the bed. Majik crawled on beside him, perusing him thoughtfully, faint brushes of pink on his round cheeks in the darkness of the room that wasn't even lit by moonlight.

Perhaps boldened by their earlier kiss, Majik maneuvered himself more onto his lap, one leg pressed between Orphen's thighs, leaning forward to kiss him again. Pale fingers tangled in course brown hair and Orphen shifted uncomfortably against Majik's knee until they were finally in a much more comfortable position.

A sort of heady feeling washed over Orphen. Sighing into Majik's mouth, he fell back against the covers, startling the blonde. Majik quickly adjusted to the new position, half sprawled on Orphen's submissive-seeming form. It was clear who was in charge, however, when Orphen pulled him up, biting and nipping his throat. Majik gasped, fisting handfuls of brown hair. A teasing tongue ran alone the side of his neck, tracing his jugular as it pulsed wildly.

Spatters against the window distracted both boys momentarily; it had begun to rain. A strange light flickered behind Majik's eyes, something that gave Orphen the disturbing feeling he wasn't completely human-- Or completely sane. It had to be one of those.

But then there was another innocent smile, washing away any doubts that had been there a moment ago. "Did I do something wrong?" Majik whispered, smile fading as hurt replaced the look.

Orphen shook his head. "Not at all," he assured him, returning kisses to the boy's mouth. Trepidation faded from the aqua depths; Majik moaned softly, tightening his hold in the older youth's hair.

There was a rustle and whisper of fabric as Orphen turned him over until he was clearly the dominant one, unbuttoning his shirt with impatience as he continued his not unwanted foray. Majik was far from female, he knew, so less foreplay was needed for this sort of thing. Perhaps it wasn't entirely surprising, but Orphen had accepted offers from both the male and female side-- He knew what he was doing, even if Majik didn't... And he intended to teach him just what he was getting into.

Of course, he didn't want to *hurt* him, but all the same...

Majik's eyes widened as Orphen unbuttoned his jeans, a real blush springing into his face. "Orphen--"

"Hush," the older youth said sternly, his larger hand tracing the beginnings of a bulge beneath Majik's boxers. A sharp hiss sounded above him, and Majik's head fell back, aqua-stained-midnight in the darkness staring at the ceiling. Orphen smirked and caressed him lightly, not surprised at the rapidness of the boy's swelling erection. After all, younger years were more known for being "ever-ready," as many liked to call it. Once he became used to such intimate manipulations, Orphen had found himself becoming slightly harder to be turned on. It wasn't a big problem, but it was perhaps a mild drawback to gaining experience.

The blonde arched his hips into the touch, fine tremors running through his thin frame, pale hands clutching the bedspread. Orphen smirked, slipping his hand into Majik's boxers. The boy stiffened, seeming to have a sudden overload of sensory. Then a loud moan slipped as Orphen caressed his hardening erection.

Orphen's catlike eyes slid shut momentarily as he savoured the sound of Majik's murmurs of pleasure, making sure not to handle the virgin too roughly. In the background rain pounded against the windows loudly, making the situation somehow tense.

Majik squirmed beneath him, desperately trying to get a hold of the situation again, but all Orphen had to do was touch him, however gentle, and he would collapse, gasping for breath as he drew close to hyperventilation, seeming to be a vast overload of sensation. He had power over the boy, power that could be easily abused... It was up to Majik, really, whether he wanted the older youth to do so or not.

"O-Orphen-sa~n," Majik cried, clenching his cerulean eyes shut tightly. "W-wait..."

Orphen leaned over his body, releasing his hot, throbbing erection and running his hands over the pale boy's sides, marveling at the milky complexion. "Isn't this what you want?" he asked guilelessly, smirking. His firm stomach came to rest over the hardness between them. Majik gasped again, grinding upwards into him. Orphen had to hold his hips down to keep him from moving, not wishing for the boy to finish off too early. "Well?"

Majik whimpered, sweat dampening his face, making him seem almost sick with his pale skin. "Y-yes," he whispered, groaning as Orphen purposefully shifted over him. "I... I..."

Orphen nuzzled his face, tilting the younger boy's head to the side as he ran the tip of his tongue over the rim of his ear. The reaction was beautiful; Majik bit his lip, arching into his body again, struggling against the mobile restraints of Orphen's arms. His hands spread over Orphen's shoulders, clutching at his muscular frame.

It came as a start that Majik had enough sense to tug at Orphen's shirt, his heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes silently demanding the removal of all restricting clothing. It would only be rude to not comply, so Orphen smiled consolingly, pulling his black T-shirt over his head and discarding it God only knew where. Majik stared in fascination, his fingers almost white against the young man's skin as he traces invisible patterns onto his tanned chest. His boldness took him to the rim of Orphen's pants, but no further. There a blush rose to match the fevered flush, and Orphen decided that he had been truthful in admitting he was a virgin.

Orphen's broad hand covers the younger teen's slimmer one, clasping around his wrist as he gently urged him inside. The tips of Majik's fingers danced through course hair; Orphen shuddered and released his hand to unbutton his jeans, all the better to give Majik full access. Now entranced, the boy's still-cold hands fell down further. His eyes widened in awe as he traced the entire length of Orphen's hard cock, bringing a smirk to the older man's lips even as he groaned. He was using one hand to keep himself hovering over Majik, and to lose balance would flatten the poor child. Best to be careful.

He shifted, drawing another gasp and a violent bucking of Majik's hips, grinding the younger boy's hardness into the flat plane of his stomach. The hand exploring him so teasingly, experimentally, faltered, trembling as Majik was overcome with his own desires.

Now half on his side, propped up only on his elbow, Orphen could return to his own ministrations. He pressed a gentle kiss to Majik's sweat-dewed brow, using his free hand to draw the boy closer. Majik was a puppet in his arms, bending to his each and every will... All for the sake of pleasure. Had Orphen not been so consumed with the heady feeling of lust and need, he would have been frightened by the thought.

The position was somewhat awkward; they were lying sideways on the bed, legs dangling over the edge, but it seemed to only make it that much more enjoyable. Orphen rarely dealt with virgins, and Majik was so light, his innocence shining through for the first time since Orphen had first seen him, mistaking him for a girl upon first glance in the dark lights of the Dark Deep. Majik was clearly all male, however, once you took a second glance.

A pale, slender throat arched as Orphen's lips and teeth found the sweat-tanged skin there. Over and over, repeatedly, Majik bucked his hips, grinding himself into the older youth as strangled gasps and moans emitted from his swollen lips. Orphen closed his eyes briefly; the image of such a childlike boy expressing his sexual pleasure was trying to quell his own desires, and he knew Majik would never forgive him for that.

"God, stop," he finally managed to whisper, grasping the younger teen's hips tightly. Majik gave him a lost look, pleading, begging for some form of release. But no, Orphen couldn't let him do that, not so soon.

Majik threw his head back into the mattress -- in frustration, perhaps -- whilst pulling his bruised lower lip between his teeth for a moment. When he spoke, his youthful, feminine voice was husky and shaking. "I want... I want you to do... What you've done to other guys."

Orphen blinked, staring as his slanted sienna-coloured eyes rounded slightly. "You're nowhere near ready for that," he assured him, leaning in to nuzzle his face, kiss him, just be near his sweet body...

Majik turned his head away from him, making both anger and hurt surge through Orphen to hot, quick and fast that his fists clenched, one of them gripping Majik's arm tightly. At that crystalline eyes turned on him, taking him aback with their smoldering depths. "I'm adaptable," he almost hissed. Right then lightening crashed, and Orphen felt his heart stop. For a moment, not even that much; a split second, Majik had looked positively demonic. It had to have been the lighting, though, because then he was back to normal, more pouty than angry.

Orphen sighed, curling his fingers around the boy's hot erection. Majik was completely helpless then, completely submissive, as he gasped, thrusting into the pleasurable ministrations. "Just trust me," Orphen whispered, using his free hand to tug at the boy's remaining article of clothing. He relented, hand flying up to cover his mouth to muffle his loud moans as Orphen continued. Personally, the older youth found it ridiculous; no one would care if they were heard. He'd had much louder, much more violent lovers before.

He leaned over to his other side, purposefully applying more friction to Majik's pulsing erection, burning and heavy in his hand. The boy cried out, most likely purposefully pulling painfully at Orphen's hair. Hot breath mingled between them, thickening the air. The hazy aqua gaze met his beseechingly, and Orphen felt himself succumbing, which caused another spark of fear and suspicion to rise.

He leaned close until their lips were almost touching, and through almost sobbing breaths, Majik whispered, "Please... O-Orphen-san... I just..." He trailed off into a loud moan, slender throat arching backwards, exposing dampened pale skin, speckled with a few pink marks where Orphen had kissed or bitten him.

The hand left Majik's erection, making him whimper in loss, but then Orphen was leaning over him, tauntingly grinding his hips down into the boy. Majik gasped, nearly choking, thrusting back up as his hands scrabbled over the older youth's shoulders, slightly too-long nails biting his skin. It was pure sensuality, without thought, without reason, possibly without love-- Orphen didn't know, he just knew that it was torturously wonderful.

Majik bucked up again, wide eyes tearing as he quickened his pace, nearly crying as Orphen steadied his movements. He dipped his head down, running his tongue over the sharp collar bone of the smaller boy. Salt mingled with the skin, almost tainting, but there was something different... Something Orphen couldn't place his finger on, that simply wasn't right about the boy.

The suspicion was banished as another fresh wave of pleasure drowned him, giving him the faintest impression of having an empathic moment with the boy, feeling what he was feeling at the same time, the sparks, the fire slowly building, begging to be released, blown out, assuaged...

Then Majik froze, slamming his head into the mattress, a long, strangled moan fell from his bruised lips. He went taught against Orphen's body, breath hitching, and he finally released all the tension and pleasurable pain that had been building up in a flow of hot, sticky fluid.

Orphen shuddered, bowing his head as he grit his teeth, silently berating the virgin boy for finishing so early. But then, much to his shock, the pads of two cold fingers went to the tip of his hard cock, drawing a throttled gasp. Majik's expression was hazy, eyes lazily lidded, but there was a strange smile on his face.

The older youth rolled over to his side, unable to do anything but feel. Majik hardly seemed tired as his hand encompassed the older man's larger erection, stroking him slowly, seeming to want to pay him back for all the torture that had been thrown on to him.

But there was sweetness in Majik's next smile, and he scooted down, tentatively tasting the older youth with his pink tongue, drawing it lightly over the tip of his penis. Orphen groaned, one hand clutching the bedspread as his pulsing erection was enveloped in a hot mouth, resisting the urge to bury himself deeply into the inexperienced boy's mouth.

Though inexperienced, Majik seemed to know what he was doing better than most beginners. He didn't waste time like some tried to, simply began moving his head up and down in a methodical rhythm, drawing more pleasure and lust filled moans from Orphen, shivering as the older man grasped his silken soft hair. Orphen had little time to wonder at the soft texture before he finally caved as well, his hips twisting as he spilled his seed into the small blonde's mouth.

Majik choked and quickly drew back, coughing horribly. It was all right, thought orphen dimly as the fire spread across his entire body, warming him pleasantly. No virgin was perfect the first time, no virgin...

"Mm," he murmured as Majik snuggled up beside him, pressing his button-like nose into his collar. "Sweet little angel," he whispered huskily, hardly aware of his words as he spoke, eyes lapsing shut.

Majik's eyes glinted as he slowly began to drift off, nuzzling his dark throat. "Angel," he murmured, nipping the skin and drawing blood, licking the wound gently, soothingly, and Orphen hardly felt it. The only response he received was a contented sigh and he washed the wound with his tongue, licking his lips as the sweet-tangy copper taste lingered.

"Angel," he repeated, this time almost sadly. He lay down, his hand spread over the firm abdomen of the peacefully slumbering man. "I wish..."