Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Dangerous Wounds ❯ Actions and Consequences ( Chapter 10 )

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

Author's Notes: Heheh, um...the beginning of this is just even more lemon to be perfectly honest o__O;. So, if yaoi-ness offends you, I gave you fair warning in the beginning not to read it! XD. Though, I must say...for a made-up, I'm growing rather attached to Camton. And to think, he was just a spur of the moment character...ah gotta love them. Anyway, enjoy...and review s'il vous plait. These are my first lemony things I've ever written...so I'm not all sure how I did e__e;. At least I refrained from using words like 'cock' and 'balls' x__x;;;...heh, but I'll end this note here. ^^;

The chirping birds signified that morning had arrived in Omora and the two boys were tangled up in a seminude embrace. Neither were really ready or willing to get up as the sun rose. To get up would mean they would have to return to town and face the consequences of their actions. And if given a choice between that and staying with one another, it was pretty obvious what the choice was going to be. Dalet nestled his head against the rising and falling chest of Camton's. A contented smile played over his lips and that hand reached up to move through the golden strands of the other's.

" 'Morning..." Camton mumbled sleepily.

"Hey, I didn't know you were awake."

"I didn't know you were either until you started pawing me."

"I could paw some place else, you know..."

"Heh, you really are horrible, Dalet. Besides we did enough of that last night..."

Dalet grinned and then rolled over so that he was straddling him, "You can never do enough of that..."

"What are you doing?!"

"Frustrating you..." He smiled even brighter, rubbing his morning erection up against Camton's own.

The blond moaned somewhat, but then closed his eyes tightly, "Hey, come on. Cut it out, I'm hungry!"

"Hungry for what...?"

Another subtle gasp was drawn into his lips, "D-Dalet...!"

"I knew it...you want me as much as I want you right now."

"I do not...Mm...Dalet...stop or I'm gonna--"

"Gonna what?"

Dalet beamed. This whole experience was highly invigorating for him and merely the feeling of the silken flesh brushing up against each other made goosebumps rise up over his skin. But, his soul intention was to get Camton to orgasm. There was nothing better than starting the day off with one; Dalet planned on taking care of his own afterward. Besides, just watching Camton finish in itself was so exciting.

Apparently, the blond had given up on trying to stop him and just reached upward to pull Dalet closer so that lips could land on each other. Their hips grinded against one another, rubbing blindly over skin. The heads connected a couple of times forcing each to gasp. Dalet allowed his hands to roam over Camton's chest and thumbs played over the tightened nipples on those pectorals. Much to the brunet's surprise, just touching the puckered pink tips caused a loud moan from the other and then sticky excitement to burst forward. Dalet blinked and drew back somewhat, covered with the results of Camton's pleasure.

"Hm...highly sensitive nipples...I'll have to keep that in mind," He grinned.

"How was I supposed to know it'd feel that good? I never touched them before."

"That's right. You're 'inexperienced.' "

"Hmph! For that, I'm not helping you out with yours..." Camton motioned toward Dalet's arousal.

"It's okay, I was planning on doing it myself...hey look! I even have lubrication and everything!" Dalet chuckled, gathering the fluid as best as he could and running it down the end of himself with a gasp.

"Y-you're going to do that here?" His eyes widened as he watched him.

"Yeah, what's wrong with it? You did it to me last night, remember? So, you should have no problem with watching."

"God, you really do wake up to be a pervert..." Camton shook his head with a chuckle.

"Well...you have it up in the morning. No use in it going to waste, right?"

"If you think about it like that..."

"So...now I'll get rid of it. You're welcome to watch."

Camton smirked, "Why not? I'm interested in watching every aspect of you."

"Heh..."

And then, that hand that was coiled around himself glided easily toward the tip. Dalet closed his eyes in enjoyment, fondling around with the sides of the swollen edge, working the fluids over those curves of flesh. He moaned slightly at that, tilting his head somewhat. Lids raised slowly and he kept his gaze on himself, rubbing the base gracefully between his palm and digits. The moisture really was the main source of the pleasure. Dalet closed his eyes again and sighed. This was what he imagined it felt like inside of Camton...only a bit tighter.

Fingers closed a bit more around the firm erection, just to close off the area until he got it right to how he imagined. While he moved that hand back and forth, the other one began to roam down the center of his chest, forcing shivers to run down his spine. Every little touch sent small shockwaves of pleasure to his groin, aiding in the intense feeling that seemed to be growing with each direct stimulation. It was particularly strong when his index finger played over the puckered nipple on his left pectoral. He rubbed over it blindly, groaning a bit as some fluid was secreted from the tumescence.

The hand continued to wander down his flesh while the one he was using to pleasure himself increased. It lowered to encircle the intricate and sensitive flesh that created the head of his arousal and finally went to it's desired spot, cupping the circular skin below. Giving a squeeze that hit the sack inside, Dalet suddenly let out a cry of enjoyment. The culmination came about with a rather large release. It all landed on the bed before himself and finally his body could calm down. He let go of his genitalia and then looked toward the other's surprised expression.

"What's the matter, Cam?"

"I...just...didn't expect watching you to be so..."

"Arousing?"

"Sort of..." Camton lowered his gaze to the half-erection he had gotten.

"Well now you have a mental image to get you off!" Dalet chuckled. "Come on, I'll make breakfast."

"You are so washing your hands first."

"Why? Afraid to taste me?"

"Let's just not get into that now."

"So you mean, eventually we will? Can't wait..."

"Dalet, you're twisting around my words here."\par \par "Heheh, it's what I'm good at, if you remember."

"Yeah, I remember all right. Hey, Dalet! Why don't we bathe in the pond behind here? Maybe we could catch some fish too."

"Fish...? For breakfast?"

"Do you have a better idea?"

"I might if you gave me time to think about it."

"Well, then...you think about it and I'll bathe..." Camton grinned, shedding his clothes...or really only his shirt that he had been wearing to begin with...and afterward, he headed out the door.

"H-hey! You're not going out there naked without me!" Dalet swiftly followed.

The two came to a halt before the pond and Camton was the first to move into the water. Dalet hopped back and then raced forward, leaping into the pool of liquid for a rather ungraceful dive. Beads of water lifted from the surface, splattering in every which direction. Suddenly, the brunet rose with a yelp.

"It's cold!" He exclaimed.

Camton laughed, "Well, who's the dummy who dove in without even testing it? You should expect that when it's nearing the end of harvest."

"I'm a risk-taker! You should know that by now."

"Mmhmm...the way you burned that camp and everything proved it."

"I wonder if they're gone now..." Dalet idly trailed fingers along the surface of water, watching little ripples spread outward.

"I wonder how much shit you're going to be in when we get back."

"Nothing I won't be able to worm my way out of, I'm sure. Daddy-dearest hasn't really got me into serious trouble, has he? Just a little yelling here and there..."

"There's always a first time for everything, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I care."\par \par "Dalet!"

"What? It's the truth. I want to get in trouble, don't you see? I want to be sentenced to the dungeon. It just means I'll be free from this life..."

"Don't say things like that!" Camton went to slam his fist on the transparent surface, only to have it plunge downward. He didn't seem to notice, however. "I wouldn't be able to stand it if something happened to you! If it did, I would...I would want to die. That's how much I care about you! I think that I--I'm falling in love with you!"

For a moment, a hushed sort of silence fell over them. Dalet lowered his head somewhat, a few drenched brown strands scattered from the water-bound others. He pushed one foot off the bottom in order to move quicker to Camton and once he did, those arms surrounded him.

"Cam..."

The blond's eyes filled with tears and he glanced away, "I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to say that. I shouldn't have said it. Because...we're only kids, right? To think any of us could fall in love...it's just crazy at this age."

"I believe in that crazy sort of thing..." Dalet nestled his nose against the crook of the other's neck. "And nothing's impossible, right?"

Camton smiled back at him and nodded, "Right..."

"Come on, now. Let's get clean so I can see what we got in the cupboards for breakfast."

"Mm...'kay."

The two boys didn't take too long to finish their bath. Soon afterward, they made their way back to the cabin, drying off with the spare sheets that resided in the closets. Dalet helped to smooth droplets away from Camton's body and finally, they got dressed. True, they were dressed in the same clothes as the day before, but they were still dressed. The brunet moved off toward the 'kitchen' area and searched the cupboards absently.

"Let's see...we've got some bread...cheese...and some sauce from the cooks at our manor. I don't know what we could do with it. Maybe heat all three together?" Dalet suggested, looking over his shoulder toward Camton.

"Ew! Sauce and cheese...on bread?"

"Hey, you have a better suggestion?"

"Yeah. How about the fish I wanted?"

"My way is much better. You're looking at a junior chef here."

"And a risk-taker and various other things you claim you are."

"I'm multitalented...I'm telling you..."

"Yes...you are," Camton offered a devilish grin.

"Mm...I think you're hinting at something else, naughty Cam..." Dalet snickered slightly, making his way toward the wood stove. "Okay, I'll start the fire now."

"You're actually going to make it?"

"Of course..."

"I can't believe this. Here, we coulda had some nice cooked fish."

"Ugh, fine. We can meet up here for supper and have fish then."

"Later? So, we're gonna head back before then?"

"Mmhmm...we have to. Isn't that what you said?"

The blond remained silent for a moment, before he nodded, "I think it's a good idea to go back. Our friends'll probably miss us. I mean, Rosmeare likes you...really likes you. It's obvious."

"Jealous?"

"I'd never admit it if we weren't alone..."

"Well, don't be. You have no reason to worry. I'm not interested in girls, and besides, heh. Isn't Ros, Maerga's dame?"

Camton laughed, "In his dreams!"

Dalet broke off two pieces of bread and then poured the sauce on them. The cheese was placed over those and afterward, he plopped them on a pan which was set on the top burners. The youth stooped downward, stuffing the oven with wood and used the matches to light it. Afterward, he inched back and just stood watch. If he didn't keep a close eye on it, how was he to know when or if it would burn? Besides, he really was quite curious as to how this experiment would turn out really.

Camton pushed himself up and then moved swiftly toward the cook, looping his arms around his waist from behind, "Do you think this is how it'll be in the future? Just you, me...and whatever the hell you're cooking?"

"I wouldn't want it any other way. Unless of course a better looking guy happened to cross my path..."

"Hmph! You're not going to find a better looking guy than me!"

"Oh, confident, are we?"

"Damn straight. 'less of course you're going to start pursuing Kish."

"He's not my type..." Dalet chuckled and then removed the pan. Although he left the fire burning in the stove, he decided not to put it out. It was the only source of warmth in the rundown cabin. "You know, I sure am glad we brought these pans up here. Though we oughta start washing those dirty plates at some point."

"You're probably right. But, another day, another time, right? Besides, I'm starving and what you made actually smells good. We have a couple plates left, don't we?"

Dalet checked the cupboard, "Um...we have one."

"Well, we can share, right?"

"Ew...cooties..."

"Dalet!"

"Kidding. Heh, of course we can share."

Dalet dumped both onto the plate and handed it in Camton's direction, motioning him toward the bed. The blond went over that way and plopped down on the mattress. In the meantime, the prophet's son cleaned up the area, placing the pan near the rest of the dirty dishes. Afterward, he returned to where his 'friend' sat, sinking beside him.

"How are they?" Dalet tilted his head.

"Don't know, haven't tried one yet."

"You can't honestly expect me to be the one to try it after I just slaved away on the stove all day."

"What...a few minutes is 'all day' to you?"

"Don't question me...just eat up."

Camton pursed his lips before he grasped one of the slices of bread and raised it up to his mouth. A hesitant glance was given to Dalet until he took the first bite. For the moment, a rather unclear expression settled into his visage, but it quickly lit up, "This is really good!"

"Ah ha! I wouldn't expect anything less from myself..." He took a triumphant bite, actually quite surprised at how well the ingredients mixed together.

Both ate in silence, enjoying their breakfast quietly. It was no melon slice and toast which was a normal meal at their home, but like Dalet had said; it was better than fish. So, when they had cleared the plate (leaving it crumb free as a matter of fact) the brown-haired youth put the last clean dish near the rest of the others. The wood stove's fire was put out, for there was no need to leave it burning if both were going to leave.

The two moved toward the door and faced each other. Camton, surprisingly, initiated the final kiss before they had to become 'friends' once again. Dalet responded in kind, returning a gentle pressure to the other's mouth and at the same time playing around with those golden locks. He couldn't help it...Camton's hair just had that naturally silky feel that he really couldn't resist touching. But, the blond didn't seem to mind at all. After holding the lip lock as long as they could, the duo separated again.

"Well, let's go..." Camton took Dalet's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

He nodded in agreement and then led the way outside. They trailed lazily down their forest path, moving around the familiar shrubs and trees. Of course, their pace was as slow as absolutely possible, for neither really wanted to leave the next. A few birds chirped within the treetops and the sun brightened the foliage considerably allowing only brilliant shades of green to overlap the others. It was easy to get wrapped up in the surroundings...or to pretend to at the very least. But, the inevitable was approaching...the sound of townsfolk became even louder as they neared the town. And finally, they just emerged in the clearing completely.

A crowd of what seemed like everyone in Omora had assembled, just to watch something that must have been rather important. Dalet tried to catch a glimpse of what it was, but from his position, he couldn't see a thing. Those brows furrowed in confusion and he sent a questioning glance toward Camton, who responded with an unknowing shrug. Though in a few moments, they were given the horrible answers.

The voice of Prolith Loire echoed throughout the townsquare, "Kishner Meade, for terrorizing Zaibach soldiers and burning down their camp...your punishment is death. As it is to all who defy Zaibach. Let this be a warning to those of you watching, never to try a stupid stunt like this young boy has..."

After he finished, the sound of something being kicked aside rose up and then quite a few agonized chokes...until...silence. A handfull of people in the crowd gasped and some even applauded, but it was mostly murmured responses. Dalet felt a pang of guilt start to tear at his insides and even more so as Camton wrapped his arms around him. The prophet's son couldn't find it in himself to return the hug. Every ounce of strength had left his body, yet he could feel how horrified the other was just by how he was trembling.

"Now...this boy Kishner had an accomplice who aided him in the attack last evening. I want you to be on the lookout for Camton Tasner. Once he is found...another public execution will be held..." Prolith stated, so coldly and without care, it was as though innocent lives meant nothing to him.

Dalet's eyes widened after those words and he looked toward Camton, who seemed to be a ghostly white, "C-Cam...we have to go...now. We have to get back to our hideout until we can decide what to do about all of this."

"Kishner...he...they... ...killed Kishner..."

"We have to go...now!"

"Kishner..." Camton began to cry and then nearly broke down. "KISHNER!!"

A hand was quickly slapped over the boy's mouth and Dalet tugged him as best as he could back into the woods. There was no way he could lose Camton...not when it was all his fault to begin with. He would do anything and everything in his power to keep him safe, and that started with getting him as far away from town as they could run in that short amount of time. All the while, tears crept down his cheeks, blurring his vision at points. When anyone lost a dear friend, after all...they always shed a tear.