Sorcerer Stabber Orphen Fan Fiction ❯ Storms ❯ Orphen/Majic ( Chapter 1 )

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:: Storms ::

Sorcerous Stabber Orphen

Disclaimer: I don't own SSO or the characters, though I am borrowing Majic, Orphen and a Chibi Angel Rai for muses, 'kay? ^_^;;

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Orphen/Majic, Cleao/Licorice

Warnings: PWP, yaoi, shoujo ai, lemon, mild swearing

Notes: This is gonna be a two-parter! o.o; This is the first part with the yaoi lemon, the second will have a yuri lemon. I don't do the latter often, so forgive me if it's not as good as this one... Which I hope is also good. ^^;;;

Translations: Hai, "yes". Iya, "no". Tadaima, "I'm home". "Daijoubu desu ka, "are you all right". Okearinasai, "welcome home". Gomen nasai, "I'm very sorry". Mou, "geez" (sound of irritation). Arigotou, "thanks". Ne/na, asking for agreement. Oshou-sama, "Master". Aa, "yeah". Anou, "um". Sou ka, "is that so". Dame, "wait" or "stop".

If I left anything out, I'm sorry.




The sound of a heavy wooden door being thrown open in the other room startled the three occupants of the small kitchen. Two females exchanged a glance before rushing out to the front of the house, leaving one other behind.

"It's been a while; d'you think he's back?" the taller of the girls wondered aloud, peeking around the wall.

"Let's hope so," the shorter, timid once replied.

They were greeted with the sight of a sopping wet teenage boy, smiling at them weakly. "T... Tadaima," he gasped, slumping against the wall and collapsing to the ground.

Instantly worried, the smaller of the two females rushed to his side. "Majic-san! Daijoubu desu ka?" she fretted, pushing water-drenched blonde hair from clouded azure eyes.

"Hai," he replied weakly. "Just got caught in the storm unexpectedly... Iya, Cleao, I can get that," he added hastily, stopping the taller blonde girl from taking the bags he'd dropped.

She frowned at him; if her hair and had been only five shades darker she could have passed for his blood sibling. "Licorice-chan and I are going to make dinner. You're wet; you probably got a lot of the food wet--"

"I knew I should have gone with you," Licorice cried, her troubled brown eyes filling with guilt. "I'm so sorry, I--"

The curly-haired blonde wrapped her arms around the younger girl, hugging her close. "Now, now," she soothed. "Majic offered to go. So let's just make dinner, ne? Before Orphen gets cranky." She pressed a soft kiss to the top of the brunette's head, making her blush and Majic duck his head, trying to hide his smile. The two had been going out for a short while now; he personally found it sweet.

While the two girls gathered the bags of food, Majic busied himself with peeling off his wet coat. A button stuck to his sweater and he ended up having to discard that as well; it was too dark in this room and they were low on lamp oil.

By the time he wandered into the kitchen the two girls were busy at work. Three lamps had been set throughout the room, one on the counter where Cleao was currently chopping carrots and onions with careful intent, another near the stove, where Licorice was overseeing the sauce to what looked like would either be soup or stew, and the final on the table, setting a warm golden glow on the final figure.

"Okearinasai," came the surprisingly soft greeting. "You're late." The last remark wasn't quite so surprising and it seemed to put Majic at ease.

"Gomen nasai," Majic replied, smiling sheepishly. "The storm caught me and--"

"Could one of you help here?" Cleao cut in. "Licorice-chan is making stew and we need more vegetables and stuff..."

Irritated at a conversation being interrupted, a young man with slanted, sienna-coloured eyes snapped, "We're talking. Do it yourself, you brat."

Cleao's hackles rose and she spun around to face him, curly hair fanning behind her. "Well, we could use some more assistance! Why don't you try doing something for once, Great Sorcerer Orphen?" she snapped, voice clipped with sarcasm.

Orphen smirked. "As much as I appreciate you acknowledging my superior status, no, thank you. That's what I have you and your girlfriend for."

Majic and Licorice exchanged helpless glances while the two bickered. The former recalled it not being nearly as chaotic without the petite brown-haired girl, but all the same wouldn't have it any other way. She kept Cleao happy, and in all honestly, it was worse without her. It was more chaotic now, yes, but the atmosphere was much less tense when the sorcerer and blonde Everlasting miss argued.

Then Licorice blinked, her chocolate-coloured eyes finally taking in Majic's situation. "You're soaking wet, Majic-san..."

The addressed apprentice blinked, glancing down at his clothes. "Oh... Gomen nasai," he apologized. "I'll go change..."

"I'll go with you," Orphen said suddenly, breaking off from the fight abruptly.

"Mou~!" Cleao cried, annoyed at being brushed off so easily. Noting her expression, Licorice quickly came to the sorcerer's rescue.

"Ne, Cleao-chan, could you hand me a ladle? I need something to stir with."

Startled by the sudden request, a slightly puzzled, "Uh, sure," fell from the blonde female's lips before she glanced around, finally spotting a large spoon. "Will this do?"

Licorice smiled sweetly behind her large glasses. "Hai! Arigotou." While the two exchanged a kiss, the other pair quickly snuck out before they were remembered, though it was quite obvious when Majic took the table lamp with them. Luckily, the two girls were more interested in each other than them.

"How annoying," Orphen muttered, raising his arms behind his head. Metal clinked softly as he walked due to the chain holding a pendant around his neck. It was a symbol of the Tower of Fangs, something he'd had since Majic had first met him. Life had been much harder for all of them back then, but things were peaceful now (well, more so than before) so they were content.

Majic was, anyway. He knew his lover missed the more exciting times, despite them being bad and despite how often he complained of wanting peace.

"Clever of you to use me as an excuse to leave, Oshou-sama," Majic remarked somewhat dryly, opening a door and entering what looked like a bedroom. "Oops, wrong door..."

Orphen nodded to his left. "Bathroom's that way," he offered. "And anyway, why stay with them? They'll be busy enough without me in time."

Majic started at the implication, a faint blush spreading across his face. He was seventeen years old, much too old to be embarrassed by things like that, but it was just a part of him that had been imprinted and branded since he was a small boy. He was getting better at handling it, but that didn't mean he was completely at ease. "Ah... Yes," he agreed, opening a second door, this time finding his wanted destination.

The lamp set a warm glow over the bathroom. There was a mirror that had been somewhat cracked and very dusty, but after the girls and Majic had been cleaning all day there were only a few noticeable cracks and the rest of the mirror was near spotless. There was a sink he could set the lamp down on as well as every other necessities every house washroom had.

"Anou... We do have towels, ne?" Majic asked, opening the cabinet beneath the sink.

"Aa, somewhere," Orphen replied, leaning against the wall. Clearly it wasn't his place to help and Majic hardly noticed. Perhaps he would have been more startled if the older sorcerer had offered to help...

"Sou ka-- Here!" Majic finally located a creamy white, somewhat worn towel. He folded it and set it on the sink near the lamp. He tugged his clinging blue T-shirt over his head, shivering at the cool air that touched his damp skin. "Damnit," he muttered under his breath.

Orphen raised an eyebrow, faintly amused at the curse that fell from his apprentice's lips. It was rare of him to swear, but he couldn't help but find it funny, if somewhat odd, when he did.

He smirked suddenly, creeping up behind his apprentice. Majic noticed his reflection, but not soon enough to turn or say anything before strong arms went around him, pinning his own pale arms to his side. "Na," Orphen murmured in his ear, grinning as Majic giggled softly from the ticklish feeling. "You're not hungry RIGHT now, are you?"

"Mm," the blonde murmured, beginnings of a blush rising in his cheeks. "I s'pose not..."

"Good." He nuzzled the side of the younger male's face, teeth nipping the sensitive flesh over his ear gently. One arm kept Majic's arms pinned while the other hand danced across the pale skin of his apprentice, teasing him and skittering just above the waistline of his still soaking wet pants. Majic's breath hitched as he drew closer, slipping tanned, nimble fingers into his pants.

He made a barely audible mumbling noise as Orphen taunted him, the pads of his fingers just barely skimmed over the coarse blonde hair. He arched his back against his master's taught body as Orphen finally graced his slowly swelling member with a touch. "Tease," he whispered hoarsely, one hand gripping the arm pinning him still in order to keep some form of equilibrium.

Orphen smirked loudly, pressing a kiss to the slender neck of the teenage boy. Soft hair from the nape of the blonde's neck tickled his cheek. Majic's muscles went rigid as his hand delved deeper into his pants, wanting to give the illusion of not being as much a tease. He knew Majic always got frustrated with him when he played games like that, but wasn't the reward always so much better this way? Once or twice Majic had gotten back at him, taunting him with the same annoying games. But Orphen had no doubt it wouldn't have been nearly as much fun without; Majic just liked to whine a lot.

Well, that was fine. Oddly enough, he found it endearing.

Orphen exhaled softly, lapping at the water mingled with sweat dampening Majic's neck and shoulders. The hand gripping his arm tightened, the blonde pressing his head harder into the crook of the brunette sorcerer's neck as the ministrations continued. He was already nearly hard, which pleased Orphen just as much as him. And with their bodies pressed so close together there was no mistaking Orphen was missing out on anything. Once he'd told Majic that just pleasuring him was a turn-on. That had been sometime around the beginning of their intimate relationship and Majic had blushed furiously, kind of like how his face was slowly flushing now with his rising passions.

The older of the two slowly leaned back against the nearest wall. This made it easier for both of them to balance, especially with Majic whimpering and grinding his body back into his lover's as electric sensations coursed through his thin frame. "Orphe~n," he whined at the lack of more close contact.

"Heh." The arm restraining the blue-eyed youth slackened, making it easy for Majic to spin himself around. Lips met lips, hungry and desperate. Orphen allowed his now free hand to tangle itself in the pleasantly soft dusty gold hair, tilting his head to get a better feel of the kiss. Majic tasted sweet and tangy, almost like a girl but with something else that gave a very faint tart flavour that hinted at a definite male body.

Orphen could never figure out why boys always tasted a bit more bitter than girls, but he personally favoured that. It made it more exciting for some reason, making his hormones rush and blood pound in his ears.

He broke the kiss, snickering as Majic made noises of protest. "You're always so impatient," he commented, finally pulling his hand from the younger male's pants. Rather than complain about the loss of sensation, Majic's azure eyes narrowed.

"And you're always too slow," he muttered somewhat sullenly, leaning forward to give a raindrop kiss on the taller man's throat. There was a swath of warmth from his tongue then nice little kisses again. Orphen felt a shudder run through his powerful frame; it always seemed like each time they had sex or even just teased each other like they were now Majic began just a notch more aggressive. It wasn't a turn-off, really, just a bit surprising considering the youth's nature. But then, he HAD been traveling Orphen for three years, so it was likely some of the older sorcerer's mannerisms were rubbing off on him.

Orphen grunted in reply, shrugging his shoulders to help slide off his black leather vest, hearing the pleasant sigh of material as it sank to the floor. Majic shifted against him, pushing the cold metal pendant out of the way. He probably already had an imprint on his back and chest... Yeah, it would definitely be a good idea to remove that, too. Orphen had to shove him away to do it first.

Metal clunked loudly on the floor, making Majic flinch at the sound. It seemed to echo in the carpetless room, but the wince was more reflex than actual fear. Cleao and Licorice had long since learned that if the guys really needed their concern they'd call for them... Otherwise embarrassing situations could ensue.

The slant-eyed sorcerer brought the slender male back to him, kissing eager lips. Majic's damp arms slid around his waist, his hands cold as they tugged Orphen's shirt up and spread across the muscles of the older man's back. It was easy to remove the shirt from there, but Orphen started when the slender hands of his apprentice boldly ventured downward. Silken strands tickled a broad, tanned chest as Majic transferred his kisses to lower areas. A pink tongue flickered out to taste the salt-sweetness beginning to dampen his master's body.

Orphen shook his head at the tingling sensations that started from Majic's somewhat experimental ministrations. More often than not Orphen was in complete control, so the young blue-eyed sorcerer still had much to learn about what his master did and did not like. And he wasn't doing anything bad. It was just that what Orphen liked differed from his apprentice's likes.

He didn't want to chastise and end up discouraging him, though. So he let his hand drop, tugging at locks of the youth's hair. "Down further," he said in somewhat hoarse encouragement.

Pink rose in the apprentice's face but he nodded. "Hai," he replied, warm breath washing over the firmer abdomen muscles of the mahogany-eyed sorcerer. His hands weren't quite as cold now; in fact, they seemed almost hot against Orphen's skin as he grew more and more excited. Majic fumbled to untie the brunette's belt, seeming nervous and eager all at once. How cute.

Majic finally succeeded in freeing his master's erection, the blue irises of his eyes growing a bit smaller. Orphen's chest felt constricted, from anticipation if nothing else. Majic attempting to be dominant (it was hard to say he was since Orphen still had to, at least occasionally, give him instructions) was rare, but they had been together long enough for him not to be TOO inexperienced.

Majic's hand was warm as he traced the older man's hard cock, his eyelids sliding halfway down as he leaned forward and boldly ran his tongue over the tip, tasting the bittersweet droplets escaping there. Orphen's head hit the wall rather painfully as he tried to stifle a moan. Neither of them really cared of either girl heard them, but no doubt the two would get back at them in a similar fashion if they became too loud. It had already happened more than once, and while no one objected to anyone else's relationship, it was still a little disturbing to hear it!

"Orphen-san," the blonde murmured teasingly, wrapping his lips around Orphen's painfully burning erection before the older man could retort. His tongue lapped, taunting him further until Orphen gave in to the urge to grasp the youth's dusty golden hair, and then Majic quickly obliged to his needs, not wanting to risk anything. It was getting harder for Orphen to stand, much less keep still, but one of Majic's hands was supporting his own small frame against the wall and the other was tucked into his own pants, still damp though drying from the rain outside.

The dark sorcerer grit his teeth together painfully as Majic applied suction, his smaller blonde head moving rhythmically as he successfully brought his lover closer to climax. His eyes were squeezed shut, thick blonde lashes brushing against flushed cheeks and his chest heaving slightly, breathing sharply through his nose. Orphen tightened his hand, forcing him to a faster pace.

Their soft pants and muffled groans seemed to be louder in the echoing room. A sudden loud crash of thunder from outside seemed to light up the room for a brief moment, and in that moment Orphen finally gave in, gasping loudly as his body jolted and he came, spilling bittersweet seed into the younger male's mouth. The sensation was wonderful, as though a fire had been building in the center of his body and had finally burst outward, engulfing him in its heated warmth.

Majic had some experience with this, but not quite enough to be a professional. Spills escaped his lips, dripping down his pale, pointed chin and splashing to the floor. He pulled back when it was over, gasping heavily for breath.

Orphen wasted no time, knowing Majic wasn't quite finished yet. He fell to his knees, grasping his apprentice's shoulders and easily wrestling him to the cold linoleum floor. The rain seemed to be louder now, spattering loudly against the window. Slanted amber slid down the slender body beneath him, hastily freeing the boy of his final piece of restricting clothing. A shudder coursed through his body as he paused to get a good look at the scene before him: Majic, flat on his back, still flushed and heavy-lidded with need and lust, slim hand wrapped around his own painful erection as he tried to bring himself off.

"Dame," Orphen whispered, pushing his arm aside. Majic complied, teeth gnawing his lower lip as he muffled a pleading moan that sounded awfully similar to his lover's name. "Shh," Orphen murmured, scooting back to give himself better room and leverage for what he was about to do.

He grasped the younger male's slim hips, pinning them firmly to the ground as he lowered his head. His tongue slid over the weeping tip of his apprentice's erection, encountering a tangy flavour he'd come to appreciate from the first time he'd tasted it.

Majic was already hard and probably more than ready; no doubt he'd been touching himself since Orphen had stopped, trying to relieve what the sorcerer had not. What an impatient boy! But he'd been good otherwise; Orphen saw no reason to torture him any more than absolutely necessary.

The tip of his tongue danced down the length of the blonde's erection, drawing a gasp and whimpering plea from his lips. Orphen smirked before engulfing the entire hard flesh with his mouth, applying minimal suction to keep him from coming too soon.

Majic's hands tried to grasp whatever they could, one moving as though to smooth something out on Orphen's shoulder and the other finding his pleasantly soft, chocolate-coloured hair and pulling impatiently. "O-Orphen," he gasped, arching his back but being unsuccessful due to Orphen's restraining him. "Orphen, come ON-- Ah!" he cried suddenly as the older sorcerer suddenly complied, pulling back until his mouth nearly left before going down again. His teeth gently scraped Majic as he repeated the same movements, something he personally didn't enjoy but knew his lover did. Majic was odd in more ways than one.

It didn't take quite as long to accomplish what they both wanted. As his gasps came shorter and faster, Majic quickly drew close to the breaking point. His soft blonde head hit the hard floor as Orphen finally released his hips, pulling back just enough before Majic finally came. His slender fingers tightened in Orphen's hair, not easing until the older sorcerer was finished and pulled away.

Both males were left breathing heavily, chests heaving as they struggled to regain the breath they'd lost. The air seemed oddly sharp and cold, probably due to the relentless storm outside. Majic appeared near exhausted and Orphen himself was trying not to collapse with the sudden lethargy that blanketed his body.

"... I don't think... We'll be eating... Anytime soon," Majic finally managed to whisper.

"Aa," Orphen agreed, leaning down to kiss him. Lips parted and tongues did a familiar, ritual dance as each tasted the bitter but tantalizing taste of themselves in the other's mouth. It didn't last nearly as long as either would have liked, but they were still pretty tired.

"Let's go to bed," the older sorcerer finally suggested as he caught his breath. "Whatever the girls are making, we can reheat it when we're hungry."

"Mm," Majic agreed somewhat sleepily. Orphen pulled him to his feet, though it was somewhat of a struggle since he wasn't exactly awake himself.

It was much more pleasant to lie side-by-side in Majic's bed shortly afterwards, curled in a comfortable position with the blonde's head resting on his lover's chest.

"Ne... Oshou-sama..."

"Hm?" Orphen murmured into his hair, smiling faintly. Majic knew full well he didn't have to call him that outside of training anymore, but he had to admit he did like the way the honorary spilled from the seventeen-year-old's lips. He still retained his feminine tone, even after three years.

He didn't get a response. A single glance told him Majic had fallen asleep. Cute. Well, that was fine. If it was really important, he could tell him in the morning.

Orphen wrapped an arm around the slender teen, pulling him closer as the gentle rolling of faraway thunder lulled him to sleep as well.