Sorcerer Stabber Orphen Fan Fiction ❯ Tests ❯ Tests ( One-Shot )

Author's notes: Orphan decides to test Majik with a lesson of endurance, things don't turn out quite the way they were meant to… don't ask where it fits into the storyline because it probably doesn't.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphan nor do I make any claims too own it. This fanfic is purely the result of watching Orphan for the first time and picking up a whole lotta yaoi vibes… run along now children.

Warning: Spoilers! Yaoi, OrphanxMajik, slight humour, lemon, pretty much a PWP. C'mon people, I just finished watching Orphan and about two days ago I put down my first shounen-ai novel… they call this lil ficcet repercussion.

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Tests.

~ By Sweetdeily.

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"I have another test for you Majik."

A long, low groan came from the petit form of Majik sprawled on his back in the grass.

"If this is anything like that one where you told me to carry the fire wood, forget it!"

A small sweatdrop appeared at the back of Orphan's head. "Naw, it's nothing like that one."

This got Majik's attention. "Really?"

"Yeah, it even has to be done at night." Orphan did leave out one or two facts about why this test had to be done at night.

"Hot damn! Its only an hour or so till sundown! I'm gonna learn some magic, I'm gonna learn some magic, I'm gonna learn some magic." Majik went of dancing around for a minute or two while Orphan laughed. Eyes conveniently tracking Majik.

(It doesn't HAVE to happen at night you KNOW that Orphan… your such a Hentai though, you couldn't help it, huh?) The little voice in his head said. Orphan didn't reply, he was too busy watching Majik's ass.

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"Well lets see it!"

"Uhh, let's get out of earshot of Cleo first… I don't want her to hear, it might disturb her fragile little mind."

"Ohh, are there gonna be explosions?"

"Multiple explosions Majik."

"Wicked!" Majik did a double peace sign as he practically skipped ahead of Orphan.

Cleo was already snoring several metres away it was only the beginning of the night. Orphan lead himself and Majik over a small hill, within the kilometre radius in case Cleo was attacked and they had to get there, but out of sight, and hearing range. In his right hand he held a large picnic rug, which as they finally got to a safe distance, Orphan threw down on the ground, spreading it out to its full extent. Orphan took a seat in the centre of the rug and cleared his throat to get Majik's attention.

"This test is, response, endurance and… uhhh…" Orphan bit his lip in thought.

"Stuff."

"Stuff, master?" Majik blinked and came to kneel next to Orphan cocking his head to one side.

"You'll see."

Majik nodded, honey blonde hair covering one eye before he brushed his hair back, waiting.

Orphan closed his eyes centring his mind, magic required focus. "Now, I'm going to cast a spell, if you can figure out what kind of spell combination it is, I'll let it go, if not, it continues." Majik swallowed hard, something in Orphan's tone of voice not exactly reassuring.

"Okay."

Orphan raised one hand, whispered something under his breath too low for Majik to hear then it seemed as if nothing happened.

The blonde haired boy waited for a fireball, or a wall of ice or something, anything, but nothing seemed to be happening. A bug landed on the side of Majik's face, tickling his cheek, Majik reach up to brush the insect away, eyes still watching Orphan who had laid out and seemed relaxed. His fingers found nothing solid however. Blinking and opening his mouth to ask a question Majik practically jumped as a long cool touch from his shoulder blades to his back bone tracing his spin. It felt like some kind of invisible hand tracing his muscles, and after the touch on his back, another touch started, it moved across his collarbone down to his fingertips. Before that touch had finished another one started across his stomach. Majik lost his balance and fell backward onto the picnic rug; the touch flowed around his ankles, tingling now. The cold feeling gone replaced with a tingle. The touch then moved up, pressing his wrists down into the rug, actually immobilising him.

Then it got sensual. It hadn't had to go through his clothing before to make him feel it, but now, Majik found that the touches felt as if they were on his bare skin. It started at his forehead, still holding his wrists down, and it smoothing over his face tingling like nothing ever before. It moved against his cheeks like a set of knuckles. Then he felt the touch across his lips, opening his mouth. Have you ever stuck your fingers in your mouth and have it feel as if your being tasted through your fingers? This would be what the sensation is akin to. The touch seemed to grow hotter in his mouth, it ghosted along his tongue, and then the touch receded. Majik had been to preoccupied to make a sound, but as the touch went down his throat, warm and now feeling wet, he emitted the smallest of moans. A cross between surprise, wonderment and enjoyment. The touch smoothed over his chest, and then it did something remarkable, it went from seeming harmless exploring to sexual.

The magical touches, the fingers, the hands, whatever they were, touched his nubs. This perhaps surprised Majik more then anything. But the touch continued, warm, wet and tingling against his flesh. The sensation too new to him for Majik to know how to respond. He sucked in a great amount of air, a small whimper escaping him.

Meanwhile, Orphan bit his lip; hands fidgeting in his lap as he got a mental feel of what his magic was doing to the blonde haired bishounen. The look of Majik with his hands pressed against the ground, eyes closed and making little sounds, as his clothing rippled in odd places was exquisite. He had to restrain himself from increasing the magic's potency by touching his own body. Orphan knew all to well exactly what that would do.

A particular loud moan came from Majik's throat as the touches on one nub moved to both, it felt like someone was suckling on his chest, and it was erotic and sensual at the same time. Then the touches stopped the feeling on his chest and moved downward further still.

There was no conscious thought of 'this is wrong' it was all magic, it was the power of sorcery.

Moving slowly and teasing and tingling across his stomach the touches continued. Majik groaned louder as he felt the touches getting closer to his teenage flesh. It was practically unbearable! How the hell was Orphan doing it, and how was he expected to figure out what it was? Yes, Majik admitted it, the touches were arousing him, and they were close to giving him an orgasm.

Then the touches slid over his hips, and skipped his arousal, moving like velvet against his inner thighs. Majik threw his head back and groaned deeply. The denial was unbearable.

The touches suddenly touched. And Majik could only gasp. His hips moved, instinctively bucking up against the feeling. But it was magic that had no real potency it was a touch alone, a ghost. Majik groaned body aching for something more solid.

Then the touch disappeared; he could move his wrists again. Majik sat up looking around, too aroused to be thinking clearly at all. Orphan crawled across the picnic rug, leaning close enough to kiss Majik.

"So, do you know what kind of magic it was? Remember, if you don't have an answer, I continue it."

Majik blinked lazily until he truly realised he had no hope of figuring it out. The blonde swallowed hard. "I-I, I don't…"

He didn't get time to finish, Orphan grabbed his wrists and leaned forward before even the 'know' got out. Majik found himself totally pinned, with hungry lips descending on his own. If kisses could be described then this kiss would have been hentia for there was nothing innocent about it. Orphan was horny, Majik was in need and physical contact made it all that much worse. Tongues rubbed sensuously against one another, bodies leaning forward, moving for more contact.

A small gasp as Orphan parted their lips, trailing downward to nip at the boy's neck before continuing down pulling the drawstring of Majik's tunic. Despite the magic of the strange touch, Majik was still clothed. The tunic came unlaced and Majik lifted his arms to help get the cloth off before Orphan sank down onto Majik's chest, tongue lashing out and flicking across the boy's nubs. Small moans came from deep in Majik's throat, little whines of submission. No words, only pure untainted by gender, lust.

Orphan moved further down head moving over Majik's navel licking and tasting Majik's stomach muscle, which spasmed against his hot tongue.

Then Orphan pulled a tendril of magic from his mind, whispering a single word.

The touch was back suddenly, only much more potent from the caster and victim's contact. The touch moved around Majik's back, gliding smooth and tingling over Majik's warm globes before suddenly moving between Majik's cheeks like a finger and moving up, tracing a small circle around the blonde's entering. A loud groan echoed from Majik's throat as he spread his legs apart further, eyes squeezing shut as Orphan went down further. Orphan took the liberty of sliding Majik's pants over his hips and steadily downward. What a naughty boy, Majik wasn't wearing underwear.

Majik's flesh was pure and soft, the toning of a dove and yet even in the heat of the boy's arousal, skin smooth and unwrinkled. Orphan licked his lips, timing his attack with that of his spell.

They struck as one, and the boy beneath Orphan practically screamed.

The incredible feeling of something tingling and wet and warm entering your body while being engulfed was simply mind blowing. Indeed Majik thought he had lost his mind, the groan he had meant to issue became something barely less then a scream.

The finger moved deep into his body, not stopped by his tight walls, nor slowed. It pushed against his pleasure spot and stretched his walls; a second touch entered him just as Orphan began to apply suction. It was bliss and agony all in one giant mass. Majik's hands slid into Orphan's hair, tangling themselves in the dark strands, not pushing Orphan down further, nor pulling him up, simply holding on.

When the third touch entered him and Orphan started licking Majik was pushed over the edge of no return. His body went rigid as a sharp sparkling wave of pleasure swept over him, making his magic aura sparkle green.

Orphan lapped up Majik's seed greedily, the taste of the boy's raw magic filling his mouth. The black hair man used the back of his sleeve to wipe his mouth before slipping out of his clothing.

Their lips met once more, tasting and lapping at each other hungrily, Majik was panting and his aura flowed against Orphan's skin.

Majik sighed, his eyes closing lazily; Orphan chuckled and gripped the boy around the waist, turning him over onto his hands and knees.

"Can you keep this position?"

Majik blushed deeply for the first time that night and nodded.

Orphan closed his eyes, cutting off his touch spell from where it was still stretching the blonde and calling up a new spell, a small glass bowl filled with clear liquid appeared in one hand, Orphan drizzled some onto his arousal before spreading the rest between Majik's parted legs. The magic oil tingled on both their skins.

Gripping his apprentice by the waist Orphan pushed forward, closing his eyes and concentrating on getting his angling right. Almost a minute later they were both panting as Orphan sheathed himself. Majik's body was tight and warm, like a magical cave of delights. Orphan's blue aura flared to life, brushing against Majik's. They groaned again, sense shared.

Orphan did an experimental thrust, the result was them both moaning. Majik could feel Orphan sheathed in him, at the same time he could feel himself sheathed in Orphan.

They started moving together, a bit unorthodox at first until they got a feel and soon they were panting and groaning as Orphan withdrew, Majik moved his hips back and squeezed his muscles. It was like being milked by the soft walls surrounding Orphan's flesh, and they could both feel it.

They moved like this for a time, sweat dripping from their torsos and brows with the effort of restraint. It would have lasted longer, were it not for Orphan pushing in particularly hard and brushing against Majik's sweet spot. That was the blonde haired bishounen's undoing. Majik came violently and in a great amount. The spasm and magically carried feel sent Orphan moaning and over the edge.

The feel of a double orgasm flooded over them and they collapsed.

"Told you, there was gonna be multiple explosions." Orphan panted, hands resting on Majik's stomach as the blonde regained his bearings.

"An unseen servant, feather fingers and tickle." Majik whispered.

Orphan blinked for a minute before he laughed.

"Well… Well… Well. I close my eyes for one minute and this is what happens! I can't believe you two! Gross!" Came an oh so familiar and annoying voice over the hill.

"Crap! She caught us!"

~ The End.

Sweet notes: I started this several months ago… and I finished! W00T!!! ^^ No more ficcies from me for a full month! ^^ Reviews appreciated. ^.^