Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Wounds ❯ Return to Omora ( Chapter 9 )

Author's Notes: Well...here's another dragonslayer...Dalet~! XD and there's a lemon warning for this chapter...whoo whoo...it'll finally live up to it's NC-17 rating... ;-;. Well...NC-17 for GOOD reasons. Anyway...I'll get to another main point. Omora...the country that's mentioned was the focus of action for the first four chapters of 'A Country's Hope.' If you want to know more...well...read that story...muahahaha, shameless self-advertising. But, anyway...it's a country made up by me, because you just know there's MORE countries on Gaea than Asturia, Fanelia, Basram, Egazardia, Tatulas, Freid, and Cezario...blah, I don't know if I spelled all of those right. So, with that in mind...you should get the just of the situation from the story itself...and if not, it isn't really important. All you need to do is follow Dalet along... :D;. Ahh...and my birthday is on monday, so Krissy-chan'd be very happy if a little review was left behind just to show if anyone's enjoying this story... XD a little birthday present for moi? S'il vous plait? ;____; (I'm normally not greedy...it'd just be nice to have a review for my birthday...my very own review! ^___^; heh.) Anyway, enjoy.

Thirteen years since the attack of the dragons; thirteen years since the death of King Garrus Omoi; and thirteen years of reconstruction...only to be territory that was seized by Zaibach. Omora had reached a cruel twist of fate. It lacked it's leaders and the princess who's whereabouts were unknown, but legend did have it that she would return in two years to come. The majority of the citizens lost faith in the kingdom and it seemed as though no one was happy with things the way they were now. 'If King Garrus was still alive, none of this would have happened,' some would say. And others blamed Fanelia for such a thing. They were rivaling countries after all. Though, despite their feuds, the two nations were nearly the same. The lands were peaceful and their technology wasn't that advanced, but the people were, at the very least, happy. At this point in time, it seemed as though no one was content. That emotion died thirteen years ago...along with it's country.

Everything had been rebuilt for the most part. Buildings were standing tall as well as the castle. On the outside, no one would be able to tell what had happened there really. Trade was running the same, though, the only problem was there was too much trade. Technology from Zaibach was being brought over, which meant liquid-metal powered 'melefs and actual plumbing. It just didn't seem to fit with such a traditional town. Though, the prophet, Prolith Loire, claimed that it was Omora's destiny to become a highly advanced nation.

And that prophet had a son. The supposed heir to the Omora throne, after of course his marriage to the princess. He was a rather handsome lad, thirteen years of age. Much like his father, he had mysterious lavender-blue eyes and brown hair that fell to his shoulders. The youth's name was Dalet. But, Dalet didn't take to the whole 'king-to-be' thing. Rather, he didn't act the part at all. Not only was he deliberately disobedient, but he was quite the trouble maker. Dalet had been known to play pranks or toss stones at windows, all for the sake of his own amusement. He claimed that Omora needed to liven up after being such a dull place to live.

But, at the current moment, he was seated at the docks. Bare feet were submerged in the warm lake's waters and a breeze played through that curtain of hair. A few stones skid over the ripples a couple times before they sank into the depths. The lad's features held a rather pensive expression as he glanced off into the distance of the ocean that seemed to stretch out for eternity. Everything was so quiet and a bit...tranquil. Even the mischief maker himself could bask in the peaceful quietude that befell the country.

"Dalet!"

He arched a brow and glanced over his shoulder. The normal group of people he hung around headed over in his direction. Three boys (blond, redhead, and black-haired) and one girl. The tallest of the quartet was the orange-haired boy and despite the height, his body was quite scrawny. Freckles upon freckles lined his cheeks, making it one of his most distinguishable features. The blond was the second tallest with a bit more of a fuller form. His shoulders were semi-broad and there was some muscle definition for a kid of only thirteen. With his deep emerald eyes, he was by far, the most handsome of the four boys (Dalet included). The last male was quite short and a bit on the husky side. His black hair was tousled atop his round head which ended with a couple chins. Large, round glasses didn't make his face appear any more slender, instead it enhanced the pudginess. Finally, the girl appeared a bit older than the rest by a year or so. Anyone would be able to indicate that by looking at her full figure. Her long, straight, flaxen hair was pulled back in a ponytail and apparently she had been the one to call out to Dalet as she was waving with a grin.

Dalet returned the wave, lifting his feet from the water and planting them on dry land. His boots were yanked onto them and he pushed himself up, "What d'you guys want?"

Kishner Meade, the redhead, was first to respond, "We stumbled on quite a few Zaibach soldiers in the east side...they were building something or other...it looked big."

"So..." The blond boy (also known as Camton Tasner) cut in. "We decided it would be fun to mess with their heads and distract them."

"Heh, I like the way you guys think. But, uh, are Rosmeare and Maerga going to come?" Dalet spared a glance toward the other two.

"Of course we're coming! Though, I know your father wouldn't approve," The portly one grinned.

"Tch...who cares what my father thinks, Maerga. This whole thing was his fault to begin with. Zaibach wouldn't have taken over like this if he hadn't let them. So, it's just up to us to make sure their stay here's a living hell, right guys?" Dalet looked toward the others for confirmation.

Camton nodded instantly, "Damn straight!"

The throne's successor grinned at his friend...or rather, best friend. He was much closer to Camton than any of the others...much closer.

"Dalet..." Rosmeare frowned. "You did get into quite a bit of trouble the last time, remember?"

He glanced toward her and shook his head, "Like I told you, I don't really care -what- the old man thinks about me. It's not like I chose to be this super important person to the town. Just because I'm the prophet's son, doesn't mean I should be on my best behavior at all times. I'd rather go to jail with all you guys rather than live the prim and proper life."

"I can agree with you there..." Kishner rolled his eyes. "Glad you're one of the gang, Dal. We couldn't be a group without you..."

Camton glanced toward the red-haired boy with an upraised brow, "A group of what exactly? Hoodlums?"

"Precisely!" He responded with a smirk.

"We should come up with a name for us. Something dangerous and mysterious..." Maerga stated, tapping his chins thoughtfully.

"What? How about 'Porky -n- company,' " Dalet snickered.

"Hey, I'm not porky! I'm just...you know...big-boned."

"Ha! Right! That what your mother tells you, Sharnil?"

"Dalet, don't be mean..." Rosmeare shot him a warning look, highly typical of one a scolding mother would wear.

"Geeze, Ros. You sure are ganging up on Dalet today, aren't you?" Camton peered at her suspiciously.

"I..." She flushed and then snapped back at him. "It's just...Omora's sure gonna have a reputation when it's heir is running around being mean to people or terrorizing Zaibach soldiers."

"So, they have a camp anywhere nearby? We could light it on fire..." Apparently, Dalet was completely ignoring the girl.

"Yeah...I think so. I think I saw something like that nearby..." Camton replied.

"Great! That should drive them away..."

"Fine, guys! Don't listen to me! I'm not going to help you with this one!" An angry Rosmeare stormed off.

"Ros...hey!" Maerga called after her, waddling close behind. It was a known fact that he had a crush on the girl. But, his leave didn't matter much anyway. Chances were, he would have only slowed them down in the long run.

"Eh...girls. Don't know why anyone bothers to hang around them really. They're too weak-willed. Not up to the danger like we are," Dalet looked after the two.

"Heh, Sharnil sure doesn't hold your opinion," Kishner motioned his head in Maerga's direction.

"Well, he just doesn't know..." Dalet chuckled.

"Hey, we should get going before the Zaibachers return to their tents, right?" Camton glanced toward the duo for confirmation.

"Yeah...that's right...well onward, boys! Let's get this thing taken care of!" The brunet urged them to lead the way.

Those two were quick to agree and they headed to the opposite side of the village, avoiding the suspicious glances of the town's folk, who happened to be out during the evening. Dalet smirked to himself, lingering close by his friends as his eyes raised toward the mystic moon in the sky. It certainly didn't matter what the people of Omora thought of him. Heck, he went out of his way to give himself a bad reputation. He was just lucky to have the friends he did to help him enjoy the trouble-making.

The trio arrived at the campsite after a rather lengthy walk and they ducked behind the brush, peering out at the soldiers who stood guard. The men's heads were bowed sleepily and Dalet smirked, glancing at Camton and Kishner. He pointed toward the lanterns that were lit near a few tents. The two nodded in confirmation and once again they were on the move, sneaking past the drowsy guards. They wound up at their destination soon and the brunet was the first to lift one of the lanterns. Never did it occur to him that anyone could be hurt; his only intention was to scare them into leaving Omora. Camton and Kishner watched him intently as he raised that lamp over his head.

"Hey, you kids! What're you doing over here?!" Apparently the guards weren't as tired as they originally thought.

Dalet's eyes widened, but then a haughty smirk seized his lips, "Getting you out of here. Kiss good-bye to your camp, assholes!"

With that, the light was launched at the ground. Fire crept it's way along the grass and consumed the fabric of that tent, engulfing it quickly. Panicked cries rose up from within the Zaibach camp. All of a sudden, the trio found themselves at sword point as a few soldiers had surrounded them. Camton spared a frantic glance around, before he seized Dalet's arm and ran at full force through the men once they lowered their guard somewhat. They didn't have much time to think, only act for they knew they were being pursued by the sound of booted footfalls behind them. During the chase, Dalet spared a glance over his shoulder and smiled to himself...seeing that Kishner was fleeing in the opposite direction.

Camton never let go of his friend's wrist since he was the quicker of the two. They narrowly avoided branches and tree roots as they raced through the dark woods. These obstacles thankfully slowed down their chasers and eventually put enough distance between them that they could slow down. Both boys paused in a slender clearing between trees and panted for air. For the most part, their oxygen supply was returned and they started off in the northern direction.

"We should go back to our hideout...no one'll be able to find us there..." Camton stated, already leading the way.

"Yeah, good idea. No one knows about it but us..." Dalet grinned and followed along with his friend.

They wandered down a path only they knew which brought them to a rather run-down looking cabin. Both slipped inside the safety of their secret spot which was so secret in fact that only they knew about it; not even any of their friends did...which made it quite convenient that it was only those two. Camton made his way through the dark toward the single bed in there and Dalet felt around for the matches. Once he found them, he struck one up against the table and when his eyes adjusted to the new light, he placed it to the wick of a candle. His gaze drifted toward the window and he stared out it silently.

"Dalet?"

"Mm?"

"Do you think Kishner made it out okay?"

"Yeah, I do. I saw him escaping when we did. You know how fast he is, he'll be fine. Plus, I think we had the majority of the guards after us."

"I hope so. Maybe we went a little too far tonight. I hope nothing happens to you when we get back."

"Maybe I just won't go back."

"Dalet, you gotta..."

"Why?"

"Because...because you gotta become the king of Omora someday."

"Tch...I don't want to become the king. My fucking father's making me because he wants in the castle. What do I have to do to make him see I'm not fit to be a king? I just want to be a regular kid...maybe after what I did tonight, he'll never bug me about it again."

Camton paused and nodded quietly, glancing around. After a few moments, he looked back toward the other, "Dalet?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you...do you think your father knows about -us-?"

Dalet blinked and then bowed his head with a smile, "No...that's one secret I plan on keeping from him."

"And any of the others? Do they...suspect anything?"

"No..." Dalet turned back toward him. "They would have said something by now, wouldn't they?"

"I guess you're right. I just...don't want to lose their friendship. If they knew we'd been--"

"Seeing each other in private?"

"...yeah. If they knew that then they might not like us anymore."

Dalet shook his head, walking to the bed and sinking onto it in front of Camton. One hand moved forward to caress his smooth cheek, before he closed in for a kiss to the boy's lips. Camton shut his eyes, eagerly returning the pressure to his companion's mouth. The brunet drew back, slipping fingers into those blond locks and he offered a little smile.

"I wouldn't care if they hated us. You're the only thing that matters to me, Cam."

The blond returned the smile and moved in closer so his forehead could rest against that of the other's, "I should have known there was more to why I liked you. Who could have known that a couple of accidental kisses would make us secret lovers."

"Ah...we're not officially lovers. Not until we consummate our love, you know. But, that won't be for a while from now."

The two moved closer, allowing their lips to meet again. Dalet brought his arms around Camton's lean body, pulling him closer to himself -- so close that he could feel the pounding heartbeat of the blond's against his chest. Dalet was so intoxicated by the warmth of the other body as well as his smell. It was somehow comforting to take in the scent of fresh perspiration and dew. The brunet ran his palm down Camton's back and tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

Much to his surprise, Dalet felt the other's lips part and the soft, moist tongue inch it's way timidly forward. That was accepted with the same eagerness, invited into his mouth. The two muscles danced a clumsy waltz around the inner area, brushing over teeth and the sides of cheeks. Though, all of a sudden, Camton drew back. Dalet let those lids flutter open and he regarded the other in confusion.

"I'm sorry..." Camton glanced off, rather embarrassed.

"Sorry...? For...what...?" Dalet allowed his gaze to lower to the blond's pelvic area, only to inspect the blatant bulge against those pants. "Ah, Cam, you don't have to be sorry. That -was- quite some kiss we had there. I probably would have too..."

"I, I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

"Don't worry about it. As a matter of fact, I can probably help you with it..." Dalet smiled and reached forward for the center of those slacks.

Camton tensed up, watching him, "What're you doing?!"

"I...I just thought I could help relieve the tension. I mean, I've done it to myself just by touching it. I thought maybe you would want me to...do that for you. Don't worry, I won't if you don't want me to."

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, "A-all right. But don't laugh at it."

Dalet offered him a smile, "I'm sure there's nothing to laugh at..."

Camton blushed deeply once the other began to work the pants off of him and he helped in the removal. Dalet lowered those briefs slowly, letting his eyes roam over the boy's most intimate area. He didn't really see what there was to laugh at. It was thick and full, flushed over red in areas...beautifully shaped. The shaft itself wasn't too large and not so small either; Dalet actually found himself admiring it.

He smiled up at Camton, "See...just like I thought...it's perfect."

Jade-hued eyes rested on the lavender-tinted ones and Camton could only smile in return. Dalet looked toward the swollen area again and tilted his head as though deciding how to approach. Finally, fingers coiled around the fleshy column and stayed there for a moment. At the first touch, a sharp gasp was drawn into Camton's lips and those palms moved back to brace himself. The sensation of having someone else's hand on that area and knowing somewhere in his mind that it was Dalet doing it, made the excitement as well as enjoyment intensify...even though he was barely in the other's grip for more than a few seconds.

Dalet gave a subtle motion from where his hand resided -- up to the tip and back again. His gaze lifted to Camton's face, watching it contort to an expression of sheer delectation. The prophet's son couldn't help but find the pleasured looks arousing himself, but he lowered his eyes to what he was doing, needing most of his concentration on that. Digits worked the skin firmly, yet somewhat gently at that, feeling Camton's pulsating pleasure beneath his fingertips. Dalet's brows knit together so that he could focus and those rubs moved a bit quicker, enticing gasps and moans from the other.

"Does that feel good?" The brunet spared a glance toward the blonde.

Camton opened his eyes, forced to have a conscious thought, "Mm...yes, Dalet."

He smiled, "Good...I only want you to enjoy yourself.

Oh, Camton was enjoying this more than Dalet knew. Every little touch sent a twinge of bliss throughout his body. His entire form was somehow warm and it seemed the results of those touches coursed within his bloodstream, forcing his breaths to escape in shallow puffs and his heart to pound against his chest. This was how things needed to be. This was how he wanted them to be...forever.

"Oh, Dalet..."

"Should I go faster?"

"Mm...uh huh."

"All right."

The hand increased to a rapid pace and almost immediately, Camton moaned in delight. His legs parted slightly as though to allow more access to the area. Dalet tucked his knees beneath himself so he could sit up without supporting his weight on one palm, and those free fingers went downward to support one of the two sacks, feeling the heaviness weigh down against his hand. Still, he gave a light squeeze to the flesh while his other hand worked the erection quickly. Camton, himself, let out a squeal of pleasure, subconsciously thrusting his hips against the boy he was quite fond of.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Dalet grinned smugly and teemed the rubs as much as he could.

Camton couldn't respond; he just simply parted those lips wordlessly and nodded.

*I have him. He's under my power now. This is where I've always wanted him...always wanted to do something similar to this with him. I want to see what it looks like when he finishes. Does it look the same as when I do?* Dalet dropped his gaze to the tumid length, doing his best to free it from the current tension.

And his efforts were rewarded soon afterward. Camton drew in a sudden half-choked breath and snapped his head back, halting those thrusts. A thick rush of white seemed to almost explode from the tip, covering the blankets, sheets, and most of all, the hand of the one pleasuring him. All he did for a long while was pant heavily, until those eyes reopened and focused on Dalet. The brunet offered him a smile and removed his fingers from the dying erection, studying the milky fluid which coated them.

"Well...it basically looks the same..."

Camton furrowed his brows in confusion, "Huh?"

"Heh...nevermind," Dalet chuckled and leaned in for a quick kiss to those lips. "I'm just glad I could give you pleasure like that."

"Yeah, me too. You're the only one I would let touch that...but...Dalet...?"

"Mm?"

"You're poking at me through those pants..."

Dalet blinked and lowered his gaze to himself, before he let out a sheepish laugh, "Sorry...it'll go down eventually. It always does at some point."

"Do you want it to? I mean...I could...do what you did for me."

"I don't need to trouble you with it. It's fine. I mean, I'd like it if you did, don't get me wrong. But if you don't want to...or don't feel comfortable doing it, then I don't need it. You're what matters to me the most."

"Dalet..." Camton smiled at his words. "It's okay, I want to. I just hope I can do it as good as you did to me. I'm not...so experienced."

"You mean...you've never done that to yourself?"

"Well...not like that. Maybe a couple times here and there. But, that was only when it was really private. My mother thinks it's sick for boys to do that. She walked in on my older brother one time and went on for months afterward about what a pervert he was."

"Doesn't it get frustrating?"

"Oh yeah. But, then again, it makes the times you can release so much better. Like tonight."

"I'm surprised you didn't shoot off in the first few seconds..."

"Oh, believe me, I wanted to. But, don't you think someone who's so used to holding back can last a little longer than that?"

Dalet chuckled, "I suppose so..."

"Well, come on. Let's start this before you lose it..." Camton smiled playfully and switched his position to give him easier access.

The brunet nodded and moved back somewhat, watching the removal of those slacks. He kicked his legs somewhat, allowing the pants to drop atop Camton's own as well as the undergarments that housed the pleasure-inflamed column. Once it was free of it's barrier, it seemed to spring up even more. Camton waited for it to stop it's progression before he grasped the hardened flesh tightly. Dalet drew in a sharp breath, fruition branched off in webs throughout his entire body.

"Does that hurt? Should I do it softer?"

"H-huh? Oh...no. It's good...better than good."

Dalet didn't have much more time to reflect on whether or not he made any sense, before Camton began those touches right then. They were a bit inconsistent, rougher over the back, but not rough enough over the sensitive head--where he needed it. Still, the pleasure was immense, tightening up within his chest and causing the world to melt away. All that was present in his mind was just the intense feeling and Camton. Camton was the one doing it...Camton was touching him where only his own hands had been before...and somehow...when -Camton- did it, the enjoyment seemed to increase tenfold.

Another sudden wave of felicity rushed through his veins, dying down to gentle ripples that brought forth moans and heavy breaths. Dalet reached forward, clutching Camton's shoulders tightly as though to lessen the utter enjoyment he was having. Too much would shorten the act and he wanted to prolong it as much as he could. Though, as if one a will of it's own, his form started to push against each firm massage on the reddened arousal.

If he could get lost within the bliss he was feeling for all eternity, Dalet would have chose to do so on a whim. To be with Camton forever in itself...would be such a wonderful thing. Dalet gasped and closed those eyes tightly. He was plummeting further into the depths of himself...his own pleasure. His hips were moving so rapidly into the closed fingers, pumping steadily against each other and meeting to create a feeling far beyond what he ever imagined possible. Yet, somehow, he didn't notice what was causing the increase of delight. It was all a blur to him and the only thing he knew to do was drive himself toward a hopeful end.

And before he knew it, as it was a surprise to even himself, liquid pleasure raced hotly down the length of the erection and suddenly exploded forward. The fountain of creamy fluid gushed outward so strongly until it simply tapered off to a mere drizzle and afterward just a few drops. Dalet's mouth parted in shock and once he recovered from it, those eyes lowered to the area that was still gripped so firmly. A dazed blink was spared toward Camton, who's legs were covered in thick blobs of ivory.

"Eck, I'm sorry...I'll clean it. Just let me regain my strength," Dalet lay back on the bed to recover.

"Don't worry about it..." Camton chuckled, using the end of his own shirt to dry himself off before he crawled forward, bringing his arms tightly around Dalet. "At least I did okay. You came...like I've never seen before."

"Is that because all you've ever gotten to do was quick spurts?" He opened an eye and smirked.

"Dalet! You're horrible!"

"You know you like it."

"Mm, I do."

"And I like you too. For the risk of sounding corny...I think we have something really special here. You know, for a couple of kids our age, heh. Screw the princess of Omora! You're the only one I want..."

"Oh, Dalet..."

"And you're the only one who's ever going to get to see this side of me. So you better feel lucky."

"I do. I am lucky. I'm just glad we both felt the same way about each other. That we're both--"

"Fags?"

"Well, if you want to be blatant about it...yes. I thought the word 'gay' would be sufficient enough."

"Heh, damn it! I'm proud to be a fag. Just one more thing my father can hate me for."

"I thought you said he didn't know."

"He doesn't. But, if he did find out, I'm sure he would. He hates me already. I hope he disowns me soon...then we could run off together. Maybe to someplace like Fanelia..."

"I wouldn't mind."

"Me neither, believe me. But, we should probably get some rest, right?"

"Yeah, that's right. I am quite tired."

"Goodnight, Cam."

" 'Night, Dalet."