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

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

:: Timeless Beauty ::

Sorcerous Stabber Orphen

Sequel to Sleepless Beauty

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

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Orphen/Majik

Warnings: AU, yaoi, more pointless smut, lemon...

Notes: Well, thanks to the demands of both Muse-chan and Shae-sama... We have a sequel. >.>; And there should be another, too. A trilogy. Yeah, that's it, a trilogy...

Kingdom Hearts is stealing my soul. @_@;




The air was oddly dry when he awoke. With his eyes closed, that was the first thing he noticed. Usually, after sex, the room seemed damp, heavy with the presence of his partner--

Partner.

Orphen frowned, sleepily removing his arm from his head. The crook of his elbow had been blocking out the streaming sunlight before, and now it hurt to look at anything. He groaned softly, hand spreading out across the spread beside him.

Empty.

Orphen had been with many people before. Majik had said it himself; he was a slut. People came and went; it was their job, it was what he was usually paid for. But... Last night hadn't been for money, or for the sake of simply pleasure; he could have gotten that from the damned woman that had been hitting on him. It had been for *Majik*...

"Oh, God," he muttered in self-disgust, closing his eyes again. "All this over a *kid*..."

He couldn't believe he'd actually given in to the brat. Sure he was beautiful, sweet, eager, willing... He tried the shake the thoughts from his head, tried to remind himself that Majik was a *child*. It was never right when it involved a child, no matter how pretty.

But then why did he feel so bad?

Heaving a great sigh, Orphen moved to sit up, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly. As his hand slipped, however, he felt a sharp sting in the side of his throat. Blinking, he traced what felt like a rough scab, muttering, "What the hell...?" as he stood and went straight fir the bathroom, flicking on a dimming light.

He had to blink a few times to make sure he was really seeing it. He tilted his head to the side, tracing the stinging wound again. Fresh drops of blood squeezed through as the flesh reopened, staining the pads of his fingers with the crimson life.

'No way... When the hell did this happen?' he wondered, turning on the faucet to wash the red off his fingers. He couldn't recall Majik biting him last night... But then, he couldn't recall too much of last night, only that it had been surprisingly incredible for a self-proclaimed virgin's first time. He wryly wondered if Majik knew more than he'd let on.

He scowled, deciding to take a shower before anything else. He couldn't think, not with the feel, smell, taste of the boy all over him. Even as scalding water sprayed over his body, streaming in rivulets, stinging sensitive flesh, it didn't feel cleansing. It was like rain; the water did nothing to clean, it only fell to make him wet.

As he was sitting on his bed later, drying his hair, he caught a glimpse of something white on the dark oak of his nightstand. Draping the towel over his shoulders, Orphen leaned across the bed to snatch up the folded paper that looked like it had been torn hastily from a book.

Thank you.

That was all that was written. Scowling with irritation he couldn't explain, Orphen finished unfolding it. Out fell several yen bills, fluttering to the bedspread. Staring down at them, fire began to blaze in the pit of his stomach. His fist clenched, crumpling the note, and he viciously tore the 'thank you' in half, furious as he threw on some clothes and stormed out.




As usual, the Dark Deep was pulsing with life that night. The lights were dim, entrails of smoke curled around him as he walked, and of course there were people -- so many of them, even more than the night before -- dancing and drinking, laughing and groping.

A typical night to everyone else.

Restless, but over his initial anger from earlier that morning, Orphen edged away from the dancers. He wasn't in the mood to be seduced tonight, or to do any seducing. Tonight he just had to be here, to see if he would come back.

After all of his trying to convince himself he didn't care that the boy had left, he still wanted to see him. Orphen bitterly hated himself for being so pathetic.

Music pounded in his ears, rhythmically, in tune with his blood as it pulsed in his head. He ordered a drink, doing nothing but sitting on the stool, appearing relaxed. Despite his appearance, however, it was easy to tell he was tense from the way his eyes darted around the room, the slight stitch in his left eyebrow, the occasional light nibble of his lower lip.

If he was expecting Majik -- and he was -- then he was sorely disappointed.

He tried to put it out of his mind. 'The kid just couldn't take it,' he decided as he drove home that night, windows rolled down so he could feel the night air turn his hair into whips lashing at his face. And it was completely understandable; no child should sleep with an adult, no matter how mature they believed they were. Majik was simply too frail for it.

Even so, it sent chills down his spine when he remembered the occasional almost demonic gleam in the golden-haired boy's eyes...

And though over the next few days his lifestyle fell back into place, the same it had been long before he met the boy, he was still haunted by the sheer innocence Majik had radiated. He felt unholy without the boy's presence, and the very thought frightened him. Determinedly, he shoved him into the back of his thoughts. After all, there were still people out there that wanted him and could handle it. This was his life; he was a slut, a prostitute, just as Majik had said.

Even so, as days stretched into weeks, he found he never spent the money Majik had left behind in particular. He always kept it with him, but found himself being annoyingly careful not to use it. And one night he mused over the thought whilst the woman he had been talking to slipped away for a few moments to "freshen up."

It wasn't hard to reach a conclusion when he seriously thought about it. He was furious, furious that Majik had paid him after saying all he'd wanted was Orphen -- not anyone, but Orphen in *particular* -- to teach him one night of utter sensuality. He'd gotten it, but then paid for it. Orphen didn't want that; he didn't want the boy's pity, and he wasn't going to let the entire thing slide with a simple "thank you" note. Maybe with anyone else he would have. But Majik was the only exception, and only because there was something about him that he *knew* wasn't human...

The Dark Deep was having a kareoke night, which basically meant it was huge profits for the manager. The place was packed, jammed tight in a mass of bodies moving almost as though they shared the same brain cell.

It was odd, then, that Orphen felt as though he was being watched.

She still wasn't back yet -- what had her name been, anyway? Dianne? Rhianna? -- but Orphen found her shoved into the back of his mind, as tended to happen to most girls he talked to. What was this sexual preference called... Bi with a male preference? He didn't know, but it sounded about right.

Later he would find it amazing he'd managed to see, but eventually mahogany-coloured eyes fell on an unmistakably familiar boy. Completed with dust golden hair, iridescent sea-green eyes, a sweet smile, and donned all in white (as usually, and appropriately so, thought Orphen) was Majik, lingering a ways away, closer to the entrance.

He caught Orphen's eye, flashing a childishly beautiful smile. It was impossible to hear what he was saying over the music, not to mention the distance, but when Majik walked outside the older youth believed he understood.

He pushed away from the wall to follow, but his wrist was caught. "Where're you going?" he heard the woman -- Kiyana, perhaps? -- demand hotly.

Orphen turned to face her, sienna eyes glinting dangerously as his eyebrows drew down to give her an evil glare. "Out," he said shortly, jerking his arm free as he stalked out, ignoring her baffled cries.

It was a rather muggy night, heavy with the aftermath of rain. Everywhere was wet; the mini storm had probably stopped only an hour ago, maybe less. Glancing around, the brunette quickly spotted his desired affection; Majik was a few yards into the parking lot, perched on the still-dripping wet trunk of Orphen's black Dodge Intrepid.

He strode over to the boy, forcing himself to take his time. When he finally came to a stop, Orphen found he couldn't find anything to say. It was simple thick silence between them. Majik didn't seem to mind, contentedly sitting there as he swung his feet a little, almost like an eight-year-old child. His smile was faint, but not completely innocent as Orphen so often found it. There were traces of a smirk, like the boy was hiding something.

The only thing that came to mind at the moment was, "Aren't you wet?"

"Mm... Yes. So?"

The first words Orphen had heard from him in a long time... And he was being a smart-ass. Perhaps that was what triggered his next reaction. Glaring darkly at the slender boy, Orphen reached into his pocket and pulled out the yen Majik had paid him so many nights ago, shoving it into his pale, so cold hands.

Majik stared down at the bills for a moment, slowly curling his fingers around them. "Why?" he whispered, barely a murmur.

"Because I don't need your damn pity," Orphen spat, inwardly rebuking himself for acting before he thought.

"Ah... I see." Rather than pocket it, Majik did exactly what Orphen expected him to-- He tried to give it back. "It was a gift," he said serenely. "Not a payment, Orphen-san, a gift. I wanted you to use it before I saw you again."

The tousle-haired youth stared at him, rage building up for reasons he had no right of mind to explain. By the time the fire in his gut exploded, he'd slapped the boy's hand away from him, sending valuable money fluttering into the air to fall to the dampened earth. "A gift?" he asked with deadly soft tones. "A gift and a single thank-you note? Nothing else, not even your name... It's supposed to make it all better?" With sudden force that jilted the car, he slammed his hands down on the trunk, leaning close as his eyes burned fiery holes into Majik. "Why. Weren't. You. There?" he hissed.

In a fraction of an instant, Majik's entire demeanor changed. The traces of a smirk died; his mouth fell at the corners, and his eyes lowered as his hands also fell into his lap, folding into tight fists. "I'm sorry," he murmured, blonde hair shadowing his aqua-coloured eyes. "I wanted to be, I really did... But I couldn't."

Taken aback by the sudden change, Orphen softened a bit. "So where have you been, then?"

"Oh... You know." Majik gestured vaguely, eyes skittering to the side. "Around."

Unease crept into Orphen's frame as he realized that something about Majik was horribly off, much more than usual. "Majik--"

He was cut off abruptly as the boy fairly attacked him in the manner he pushed forward suddenly, pressing an uncharacteristically forceful and demanding kiss to the older youth's lips. It took a moment for Orphen to recollect himself, and then a bit longer as he realized just how aggressive Majik was being, pressing close, nipping at his lower lip, pressing for something *more*...

He was uncomfortable being the victim, however, and had to quickly recapture the reigns. Orphen pushed the boy off him, shoving him back onto the car before he hovered over him, drowning in the sight of the endless void of turquoise. Lips met, gentle and chaste, so different from the feral one Majik had been unleashing prior. Heaving a sigh that released mist into the chilling air, Orphen murmured, "God, why can't I just forget about you?"

A cold hand rose up his arm, ending up in the spiky chestnut hair at the nape of his neck. "Sometimes darkness is more enticing than light," the blonde murmured, nuzzling him affectionately.

"Huh?" Orphen blinked, puzzled by the seemingly random thought.

Majik's sweet smile was tinged with mischief. "Orphen-san... I promise not to leave you next time, if you promise to come with me."

There was something almost sinister lurking behind the compromise. However, so close to the youthful body, so near Majik's breath, lips, and eyes... It was far too tempting, and he had the vague feeling that it was intended to be that way.

"How about now, then?"




It had been far from what he'd expected, and yet at the same time, it was perfectly suitable to Orphen.

Majik's home -- or temporary home, anyway, if he was being truthful -- was a simple little place, hidden 'round the outskirts of the city. Hardly anyone Orphen knew came out here; it was a good couple of hours drive from here to the Dark Deep. He was impressed Majik had the devotion to travel so far so often just to see him.

Orphen shut the door behind himself, eyes perusing his surroundings. In contrast to his apartment complex, it was amazing. Everything was clean, pristine and white. The entire place smelled like vanilla, albeit the kitchen with a vague cinnamony smell. It was cozy and yet childish, like the room of a finicky five-year-old. Not much furniture adorned the place, but there was a decent amount. Even stuffed animals were scattered in various places: on chairs, the occasional lamp table, even on the counter set between the kitchen and tiny living room like a bar window.

"You liked my place?" Orphen asked dryly, following the boy into the kitchen.

"Yes," Majik replied earnestly, opening a nearly bare cabinet. "Are you hungry? I can probably make something, but I'm not a good cook..."

The brunette shook his head as the blonde searched the refrigerator, which was also strangely near empty. "You don't seem to have much, anyway."

"My apologies," was the innocent reply. "I haven't been out shopping lately. I can be a bit careless sometimes, especially when I forget to... To eat."

How odd that he'd stumbled over his words there. Orphen brushed it off; probably not a wise thing to do, but he did it anyway. Creeping up behind the boy, he encircled the smaller body with his arms, pressing him firmly back to his body. Majik made no protest, seeming to be comfortable in this particular position.

"You never told me how old you were," Orphen reminded him gently.

Majik's hand fell on top of the older man's wrist, trailing along his arm slowly and with intent gentleness; teasing, in a way. "It slipped my mind."

"So you're not going to tell me?"

"No." Majik's voice dropped to the barest of whispers as he tilted his head back, barely able to see Orphen through the thick silken strands. "I will," he quickly clarified, smiling sweetly. "In time. For now... I'm simply older than you think."

Orphen snorted softly, pressing his face into the soft cap of Majik's hair, one hand slowly slackening with subtle intent. "You can't possibly be more than sixteen." Majik said nothing, not seeming to take notice of the brunette's lowering hand until the hem of his shirt was lifted. Then he finally started, eyes widening.

"Orphen-san--"

"Oh, hush," he muttered, unfastening the boy's white trousers. Majik made a small noise, not entirely of protest, and Orphen continued his foray. There was something so completely irresistible about the boy that going for weeks without seeing him, hearing him, touching him even if it was just a brush on the arm... It had slowly driven him mad, only to make him realize it when he finally saw Majik again.

"Are you taunting me on purpose?" he whispered, feeling the smaller body stiffen against him as the pads of his fingers slowly danced through the coarse hair below Majik's abdomen. Again he got no verbal reply, though the small whimpers of anticipation did give way to what was looking to be another pleasurable night. And though Orphen had had several of those since Majik's sudden disappearance, he knew this was going to be so much more different.

Because, he dimly realized, he'd unconsciously tied himself to Majik from the moment he'd accepted his invitation.

"Orphen-san," Majik whispered, dark lashes fluttering open. "Not in the kitchen..."

The brunette smirked, withdrawing a bit and nipping at the rim of the smaller boy's ear. "Whatever you say," he replied. He'd only meant to tease, but he suddenly got an ominous feeling that only worsened as Majik turned to look at him with a strange light in his eyes.

"Really?"

Orphen stared.




Majik's room, of course, was white. The bedspread, the pillow, even the desk, chair, bedpost... Only the curtains contrasted, shockingly black against the pristine colours of the room.

All of this passed through Orphen's mind in mere moments before he had Majik beneath him, properly sprawled out across the bed. Well, in reality there was no "proper" way, but there were better ways than lying across it! No, this way, with Majik half undressed beneath him, short golden strands spread across the whiteness beneath him, was much better.

A pout was on the blonde's face as he complained softly. "Why am I always on bottom?" He was simply beautiful, in darkness, in light, pinned beneath him as they were both growing more and more eager for sexual contact...

"Because," Orphen said simply, grasping the boy's wrists and keeping them firmly beside his head. "It's better for both of us this way until I can... Teach you some things."

Sea-green met mahogany, glinting oddly, perhaps in odd reflection of the surrounding white. "I know more than you think."

Orphen chose to ignore this, silencing Majik effectively with a probing kiss, sucking gently on the plush lower lip before he set his tongue out to tease the boy's mouth open. Majik was only too willing, too eager as he complied, tilting his chin back to allow the older youth to kiss him more thoroughly.

He was amused when a soft moan escaped the blonde's mouth, only to be swallowed by the deep caverns of Orphen's own. It wasn't meant to get so sexual so quickly, but already Majik was arching his hips into him. Orphen dropped the hold on the boy's arms to hold his lower torso still, breaking the erotic dancing of tongues to chastise, "Now, don't rush things."

All he got was a keen whine in return. Rather than discourage it, though, he dropped another chaste kiss to the boy's lips, quickly moving down to trace his tongue over the intricate blue lines of veins that pulsed beneath Majik's pale skin. He smiled inwardly as the boy gasped, his head falling further back into his plush pillow. He was so sensitive to his every touch... And Orphen intended to use it to his advantage.

Beneath him the blonde squirmed, kittenish mewls falling from his mouth as he was slowly tortured. Orphen's touches were mere taunts, with a tantalizing of more to come... Eventually. Obviously, Majik wasn't used to waiting for what he wanted. The silly boy would have to learn some patience. That was, after all, what part of having sex was about.

Of course, Orphen reminded himself, sex and love-making were two entirely different things. And right now they were teetering on the border of each. The gentlest nudge could turn this into an either-or, and the brunette had a feeling he was the one to be pushed.

Majik 'hmmed' softly, clearly happy with the current situation despite his nonverbal protests. One fist clutched at Orphen's dark blue T-shirt; it contrasted with his nearly milky complexion, just as the older youth's tanned arms were so dark against Majik's only half-removed unbuttoned dress shirt.

Orphen dipped his head down, being cautious not to break skin as he bit the thin flesh just under the submissive one's collarbone. He could almost feel Majik wince, then heard him sigh as his tongue swathed the light wound. It hardly did much for either of them, but it *was* surprisingly fun... And Orphen couldn't recall ever being so slow with anyone.

So why was it Majik got all the special treatment, then?

Having already loosened the boy's pants, Orphen found it easy to slide his hand inside, wasting no time to tease and tempt him with foreplay. His fingers went straight to the slight stiffness of Majik's slowly hardening erection, successfully speeding the torturous process. Majik groaned, unable to keep his eyes open as he both went lax and taught beneath Orphen's ministrations.

Tongue darting out to lick his lips, Orphen traced the entire length with one hand whilst the other busied itself slowly undressing the boy. Majik was obedient beneath him, seeing it was impossible to put up a fight when he was nearly being smothered by the older youth.

Orphen shifted his position, leaning a bit more to his side as he edged back up to Majik's face. "You're awfully submissive this time," he noted gently, with a touch of seriousness.

The look he received was more than just mischievous and lustful, it was almost wicked. "I'm just waiting my turn, Orphen-san," Majik managed to gasp before Orphen snorted in some disbelief.

He had a vague idea what he wanted to do, and depending on whether or not Majik had been serious, he could stick to that path. Of course, not every move could be pre-planned; there were always changes to be made in the script, and if it got any more intense... Well, there could be massive changes at that.

Majik, he realized, wasn't entirely submissive after all. Even as Orphen concentrated on exciting him, bringing him to full hardness, Majik was paying good attention to him in more subtle ways. The slender hand that fell across his arms and torso, slipping beneath the clinging dark shirt, pulling, leaning up to run his warm, wet tongue over one of Orphen's nipples... The older youth started, hit with the fact he hadn't been paying too much attention until then. He faltered, his grasp on ultimate dominance loosening.

The boy smiled sweetly, one hand allowing his fingers to toy with Orphen's spiky brown hair, sifting through the coarser strands, all the while gently urging him down for another kiss as he spread his hand over the young man's nicely built chest. Majic scraped him a few times; the boy really should have clipped his nails, Orphen thought dimly through the hazy mist that had overtaken his mind and senses.

A part of him dimly wondered if the sudden fuzziness was normal. He couldn't recall feeling quite so heady -- almost drunken, in a way.

Cold fingers traced no patterns, making simple trails down the gently sloping muscles of Orphen's abdomen. Though he mentally fought it, the brunette found his eyes sliding close to shut out the frightening whiteness of the room, shuddering and groaning softly as Majic returned the favour of touch.

But last time had been different. Tonight Orphen wanted to do what he'd intended to do before, what Majic had done to him, and that was to give the boy pleasure orally-- Something he knew most guys liked.

And anyway, there were still some things Majic just wasn't ready for, if he was the inexperienced, innocent boy he claimed to be.

Orphen had doubts.

He quickly grasped Majic's wrist to halt further invasion. "No," he reminded the boy. "I'm in charge." And before Majic could utter a negation, Orphen rested a finger on his lips, smirking faintly, as he used his other hand to strip the boy free of all clothing.

Oh, yes, this was definitely more comfortable ground. He liked being in charge.

Which somehow gave him an idea...

Orphen leaned forward, lips brushing the tip of Majic's ear as he murmured, "Don't move, or I'll stop." Hazy aqua eyes blinked as the boy tried to comprehend this. Then suddenly they widened and he nearly shot up, sputtering, but Orphen placed a hand firmly on his chest, half smirking and half smiling reassuringly. He slipped away from the boy, disappearing in a matter of seconds.

Majic was left to stare at the empty doorway, contemplating what to do. He could find out, but that would be cheating... And anyway, when it came to this guy, he found he *liked* surprises.

Orphen was back in no time. Majic noted with keen eyes that he had a glass, but the contents were obscured by Orphen's hand. Then he promptly forgot about it as the older youth set it aside, crawling back atop the bed to press a teasing kiss to the boy's lips before almost immediately going down. Majic whimpered softly, lying back willingly when the brunette urged him down with one hand.

The blonde found himself staring up at the ceiling without really seeing it, hands restlessly bunching the spread beneath him as he waited anxiously. He was only half expecting the warm tongue to wash over the tip of his erection, and the sensation sent an unreal sensation through his body. He was dimly aware of moaning softly, of pressing his head back into the pillow as one hand frantically searched for Orphen, desperately wanting to tangle itself in his wild chestnut hair...

Then something freezing, ice cold, and wet pressed to the flesh just beneath the center of his rib cage. Majic yelped, starting horribly. Then he realized it *was* ice; Orphen had ice in his hand, and he was smirking up at the boy.

It was making a trail down his pale abdomen, sending shudders through Majic's seemingly fragile frame. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling at all, really, though it was a bit more like horrible torture to have the ice on his skin, which was burning in contrast. Little drips of melting water slid down his sides, leaving a vague tingling presence in their wake. Majic whimpered again, this time more from anxious torture than pleasure.

"Orphen-sa~n," he whined when the ice left his body, grabbing a fistful of hair. Orphen was taken aback by the strength of the boy's grip; he didn't look anywhere *near* that strong. But he quickly put it out of his mind; he wasn't finished yet.

All the blonde received in reply to his complaint was another swath of warmth as the sienna-eyed young man brought his tongue in a wide sweep over the tip of his penis, grasping him gently and using the other hand to restrain the boy as he gasped and tried to thrust into the ministrations. Then he released the burning erection, leaning away for the barest of moments before he returned to his place before Majic, a mischievous light in his wicked-looking eyes.

Majic did gasp when his lips wrapped around the head of his erection, then cried out as he started, the cry turning into a strangled whimper as he felt freezing coldness even within Orphen's mouth. He nearly screamed as the quickly melting ice slipped over him, his breathing ragged and uneven as he scrambled for something to hold on to, trying to quell the mind-blowing torture being unleashed upon him. A part of him dimly wondered if this was one of the things Orphen had done to -- or with -- another guy.

Most likely so. He seemed to know what he was doing.

Majic whimpered, finally able to clutch at the older man's shoulders. His fingernails tore at the skin, leaning welts and even light scrapes in their wake. He could feel the power of the shock mingled with a sort of masochistic pleasure that coursed through Orphen hard enough to make his powerful muscles tremble.

By the time the ice had melted in Orphen's mouth, Majic was nearly hyperventilating, lungs trembling each time he inhaled. He was desperate for release by now, desperately needing the heated warmth that would eventually assuage the ice fire pulsing through his body, wishing to engulf him, possibly even the entire *room*...

A strange coldness lingered on Orphen's tongue, the same kind one normally felt after sucking on ice for a few minutes. He was loving it, loving Majic's frantic pleas for something, barely comprehensible. He doubted the boy even knew what he was saying, but glancing up at him, it shocked him to see that it was the first time he could look at those childish features, those angelic eyes widen to the point of nearly drowning in white as his irises contracted, for him to see Majic look so *beautiful*, and he felt no qualms.

Though he looked one, Majic wasn't a child.

The thought barely had time to make itself known before Orphen drew back, suckling gently on the tip of Majic's erection before he prepared himself for the explosion of burning liquid that came not even a moment later.

Bitterness taunted his tongue as he swallowed it down, wanting to take Majic in fully for the first time. The boy had released a loud cry; had he had neighbors, they most likely would have come running. But they were safe, for the present.

Orphen sat back at last, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to erase what moisture pearled on his lips. He would be amazed if Majic could move after that; the boy's chest was heaving, eyes shut... He looked almost unconscious. But definitely pretty... Beautiful... Inhumanly gorgeous... Orphen got another chill suddenly.

It worsened when Majic pushed himself up on his elbows, grinning almost ferally. It looked so out on place on him, but then the smirk softened to a sweet smile, lashes winging down to half cover his translucent eyes as he leaned forward, kissing a dripping wound he'd apparently made at some point. The creepiness put out of his mind, Orphen hissed softly, pleasantly surprised to find he was enjoying the sensation.

"I'm so sorry," Majic murmured against his skin, pushing him back a little so he could lean comfortably against him. His body was a bit heavy; perhaps he was more tired than he let on. Regardless, his amazingly cold hand fell down to the man's still hard cock, stroking him gently. "We'll need to work something out so you can get off quicker," the boy murmured thoughtfully, almost to himself.

"Hmm?" Orphen sighed, hardly hearing the words.

Majic smiled, nuzzling his chest as his tongue traced another wound. "Nothing," he assured him, pressing harder into him as he wrapped sure fingers around Orphen's throbbing erection, earning a mangled groan. He could only vaguely distract the man with gentle kisses, most of his attention focused on giving Orphen release. He didn't seem to want to torture the older youth any more than necessary.

Of course, appearances were deceiving, as Orphen would learn soon enough.

His round nose pressed into the curve between Orphen's shoulder and neck, purring softly as he quickened his strokes, pumping the older man with carefulness most virgins didn't learn until later. It wasn't mind-numbing or amazing, just a simple warm blanket that covered Orphen as he fell into a sort of trance, eyes distant and screened as he breathed heavily.

"Over one-thousand years," Majic murmured softly before sharp teeth sank into the older youth's neck, spilling trickles of blood just as Orphen's body jerked, spilling his seed onto Majic, onto the bed. He was unaware of the lips wrapped around the new wound on his throat, sucking gently as a child would a lollipop...

Majic smiled gently as he pulled away, handling the young man's limp body with surprising ease as he lay him down, thumb brushing at the twin puncture marks on his neck. He was satisfied, knowing there was only one more step to take.

"Thank you, Orphen-kun..."