Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Do Not Disturb ❯ Chapter 1

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

donotdisturb




WARNING: This is a yaoi fic. Read at your own will. *Corny warning, ne?* That means, there is a male/male relationship (being Van and Dilly). Flames are welcome, I find them funny to read. Anywho, I'm not very good at this kind of stuff, so on with the story!
Disclaimer: I own none Escaflowne stuff. Not the characters or the story. * pout * Too bad!
A/N: I just realized how much I hate my computer! If anything looks wrong in this story, it's not my fault. * punches computer * Its this stupid things fault!
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Van lay almost motionless on the hard dungeon bed. The only movement he made was the tedious up and down movement of his chest. Chesta sat on the other side of the dungeon bars watching Van's every movement. There was nothing else for him to do down there. It was so boring. He couldn't wait for his watch to be over. Chesta suddenly realized how hungry he was. 'When will Gatti get here? I need something to do! Bored Bored Bored..' Chesta's thoughts were interrupted by the door flying open behind him at the top of the stairs. He heard heavy footsteps travelling down the stairs.
'Gatti, finally, you're here..' Chesta began to say, but saw that his visitor wasn't Gatti. It was Dilandau. 'Oh, Lord Dilandau. What brings you down here?'
'I've come to see the prisoner.' Dilandau hissed at Chesta as he reached the last step.
'Sir, Lord Folken will be most displeased when he finds you were down here. Please, go back to.. ' Chesta was once again cut short. Dilandau had punched him violently across the face, which had sent his head flying backwards. Chesta recoiled and was back standing straight, his head tilted downward slightly.
'Go, I do not want to be disturbed.' Dilandau hissed, pointing to the doorway, but not bothering to look. Rather, his attention was set on Van.
'B-b-but, Sir,' Chesta's voice shook, afraid to defy his captains orders. Dilandau's fist flew at his face again. He was hit in the same spot as before.
'I said go! I don't care what Folken says. Tell no one to disturb me! I'm going to try to get.. err.. information from out little guest,' Dilandau's head jerked towards Van, 'I'll be the watch. I do not want to be disturbed. Give me the keys to the dungeon.'
Chesta hesitantly reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He lay them in Dilandau's outstretched hand. He looked to Dilandau's face only to see he was staring at Van.
'Go now!' He yelled at Chesta. Chesta walked swiftly to stairs. He clutched his face where he had been hit. It was a throbbing pain. When he reached the door, he left quietly. The door clicked silently into place as he closed it behind him. Dilandau said he didn't want to be disturbed, and he made every effort to make sure he wasn't. He didn't want to feel Dilandau's fist against his tender flesh for a long time.
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Dilandau stood watching Van breath. His hand found a way to the scar his sleeping enemy had given him. He touched it gingerly with gloved fingertips. He stroked the length of the scar mumbling 'chiku' over and over again. He recalled the night Van had laid the sword with the Fanalian crest on it upon his face and slit his face open. Dilandau awoke from his gaze and lay his eyes on the Fanalian King. He walked to the dungeon door and rattled the keys. When he found the right key, he slid it into the lock and opened the door. Dilandau closed the creaking door as quietly as possible. He didn't want to wake Van. Not just yet. Actually, he was quite surprised that his yelling at Chesta hadn't awakened the king.
When Dilandau shut the door, he locked it behind himself making sure Van couldn't escape. He tucked the keys away in his pocket. His head reeled with all the ideas of the things he could do to Van. 'I could strangle him.. I could slit his throat.. I could stab him in the stomach and watch him suffer.. I could kiss him..' 'Kiss?!? Where'd that idea come from?' His mind screamed. He gazed upon Van wearily. He had just seen Chesta.. that's where the idea came from. He had no feelings for Van, only Chesta. Dilandau pet his cheek again. He started at the Fanalian. There were some things he liked about him.. He was rather good looking. Dilandau stroked his sword that hung at his hip. He drew his sword and moved closer to Van. He stood over him and looked down upon him as if he were dirt. Dilandau reached his sword out to go through Van's raven hair. He let the tip of it slid down to Van's face. He traced around Van's face leaving a trail of red blood from where he had cut Vans head. Dilandau took his sword in both hands and licked the blood off it.
'Put your filth on my sword, will you?' Dilandau snarled at Van. He lowered his sword to Vans neck. He lay the flat, cold steel against him and with his free hand, punched him in the stomach. Van's eyes shot open and he found himself gasping for air. Only after his gasps subsided, did he notice he wasn't alone in the room. Worst yet, he was with his enemy. He felt coldness against his neck and realized Dilandau had a sword pressed against him. Dilandau twisted the sword in his hand so the blade was against Vans neck. Any movement Van made would prove to be a mistake. Van lay almost motionless as he had before he awoke. The only movement he made was the up and down of his chest to breath. Only his breathing was slightly move labored, he was nervous. Van knew he was at Dilandaus mercy. He had to do anything the Dragonslayer captain said.
Van was unarmored and it was apparent Dilandau had the upper hand. He had locked the both in, Van had noticed, thinking he could make an escape. Dilandau had a sword, and he didn't, and, although he didn't know how he hadn't noticed before, his hands and feet were tied to the four corners of the bed.
'Well, well, well.. so this is the great Van Fanel?' Dilandau mocked Van. He twisted the sword around in his hands once again. He let the tip of the sword drill a hole into the bed. With each revolution the sword came uncomfortably close to slitting Vans neck. Dilandau stopped twirling the sword and pressed the razor against Vans neck. 'Not so great now, are we Van?' Dilandau hissed, dropping his face mere inches from Vans.
The thought to kiss Van entered Dilandaus mind again. Dilandaus eyes widened and he gasped at the thought. He could do it very easily. Van could not escape him. No, he wouldn't. They were enemies. Dilandau realized that his face was almost pressed against Vans. He quickly withdrew his head and laugh maniacally to cover his embarrassment. He threw his head back and laughed like he had never done before. Van lay on the solid bed, still breathing heavily. The sword was about to penetrate his flesh. He tried to hold back his breathing so his movements wouldn't cause him to cut himself. He just stared at the bluish haired boy. What could be going through his mind to make him laugh like that?
Van couldn't hold back his breath any longer. He gasped for air, making his head leave the paper-thin pillow. His neck slid up the blade of the sword. He winced when he felt the cold steel enter him. The coldness was soon washed away when his warm blood gushed out of his wound. Van cried out again in pain. Dilandau stopped laughing and looked down at his captor. Dilandau took the sword away from Van and threw it to the other side of the dungeon. Another though entered Dilandaus evil mind. He was the can and Van the mouse. He could do anything he wanted with Van. He could stand there and watch Van suffer or he could save Van and have more fun with his new toy. He stood there a few moments, stroking his scar, trying to decide what to do. He wanted to play some more.
Dilandau straddled Van. He knelt with a knee on either side of him. He bent over and started to like at Vans neck. The cut wasn't that large. It was smaller than the battle scar on Dilandaus face. Dilandau continued to lick Vans wound. Van cried out in pain when he felt Dilandaus tongue in his cut. Dilandau sat up and placed a hand on the cut. He put a bit of pressure on it. Van flinched, but refused to show his enemy his weakness. Dilandau wiped his face of blood. He once again found himself thinking of kissing the Fanalian king. Dilandau could no longer resist the urge that had built up so strong inside him. He leaned forward and kissed Van on the lips, hard, almost enough to bruise them. Dilandau ran his tongue over Vans dry lips. To his surprise, Van didn't fight back by throwing his head from side to side, rather, he opened his mouth to let Dilandau in. Dilandau paused for a moment, shocked, but continued. He let his tongue explore Vans mouth. He felt him explore his mouth in return.
Suddenly, Dilandau sat back up; his hand still clutched over Vans neck. It was still bleeding, but not much. Dilandau got off Van and went to retrieve his sword. He returned and cut Vans hands loose.
'Cover it. Put some pressure on it. I suggest you don't try to escape. Moving will get your blood pumping faster and your wound will reopen. You would probably die from lack of blood. We wouldn't want that, now would we Van Fanel?' Van did as Dilandau said. He lay on the bed holding his neck. Dilandau unlocked the door and kept it open. He placed the keys on the table. He wanted to see if he could trust the king. 'I will be back shortly. Don't go dying on me Van.' Dilandau forced a laugh. Van dying was the last thing he wanted he just realized.
He walked up the stairs swiftly and threw open the door. He found Chesta standing guard by it.
'I'm not done down there,' Dilandau yelled at the now cringing Chesta. 'No one is to go down there until I say its O.K., understood?' Chesta nodded. He felt a gloved hand slap him across the face. 'UNDERSTOOD?' Dilandau yelled again.
'Y-y-yes, s-s-sir!' Chesta stuttered.
'Good.' Dilandau shut the door behind him and ran to his room. When he reached his room, he grabbed gauze and a strip of cloth. He ran back to Chesta's post. 'No one is to disturb me!' He yelled again. 'If I am interrupted, you will face my wrath.' He opened the door and ascended down the stairs. He heard Chesta shut the door behind him. 'Good boy' he thought.
Dilandau reached Vans dungeon to find him still laying on the bed, clutching his throat and staring at the ceiling. He was to caught up in his own thoughts to notice Dilandau was there. Dilandau knew what Van was thinking. He was thinking of their kiss and where Dilandau had gone. Why he had left the door open. There were thousands of questions racing through his head, mainly of the kiss though. Dilandau picked up the keys and went into Vans dungeon. He closed the door behind him, loudly, in hopes of waking Van from his daze. It worked. Van blinked a few times and turned his head slightly towards Dilandau. He sucked air in through clenched teeth. The pain was almost unbearable.
'I told you not to move!' Dilandau snapped. He saw blood starting to drip through Vans fingers. 'Look, I told you. You reopened the wound.' Dilandau locked the door just incase and moved to Vans side. He brushed Vans hands away and his arms fell at awkward angles. Dilandau put the gauze on his cut and tied the cloth around his neck to hold the gauze in place. He could tell by Vans expression that it wasn't too tight.
After he tied the cloth around Vans neck, Dilandau stood up beside the bed and gazed upon Van. His eyes were slowly drifting shut. 'No wonders he's tired,' Dilandau thought, 'He did lose a lot of blood. It's amazing how much that small cut bled.'
Dilandau sat down beside Van, making the firm mattress shift a little underneath hi weight. He slipped off both gloves and placed his hands above either of Vans shoulders. One hand splashed in a pool of blood. Dilandau raised his hand to his mouth and began to suck on his fingers, cleaning them of Van. He noticed Van still had blood all over him. On his neck, his hands, even some on his face. Dilandau bent down and licked the blood off of Vans face. He moaned at the taste of Van. His blood, his flesh. His moan completely awoke the half-asleep Van. Dilandau noticed Vans awakening. He moved lower to his neck. He cleaned him almost completely of blood. He sat back up and took Vans hands. He began to suck at them furiously. He even bit them a few times. Dilandau wanted as much of Van as he could have.
Suddenly, he stopped. He dropped Vans hands and let them fall on Vans stomach. What was he doing? This was his enemy. The one he hated from the deepest depths of his soul. Hated? Really? Was it hate? No! He felt hate before, and this wasn't hate. Not even remotely like it. Dilandau looked down at the raven-haired boy, confusion growing in his eyes. Was it love, lust, or just the pure fact that he could do anything to this helpless boy right now?
A hand found its way down to his sword that again hung at his hip. He rubbed it up and down, not realizing the obscene gesture he was making. Van had noticed. He moaned with pleasure, and his pants grew tighter around his growing erection. Dilandau stopped his movements and moved his gaze to Vans groin. He saw Vans erection, waiting to be let out. He looked back to van and smiled evilly. Dilandau jumped over Van and kneeled over him. His knees were at Vans ankles. He reached down and pet Van through his pants at first. He ran one hand up and sown the inside of his thigh and the other was teasing the quickly growing lump. Van moaned loudly and attempted to move his legs. It was no good. His feet were still tied to the bed. Dilandau drew his sword and cut Van completely free. He untied the excess rope from Van's feet and Van worked at his own hands. Dilandau went back to work on Vans erection.
He rubbed him hard through the material that restrained him. Vans moans were becoming louder and louder. Dilandau stopped and ran his hands under Vans shirt. He ripped it open, exposing Vans chest. He ran his hands down Vans sides. He could tell he was tickling Van from his childish giggles. Dilandau found himself back at Vans pants. He bent over and kissed his stomach. His hands were on either side of Van to support himself. He began to work his way down to Vans pants. Dilandau kissed material. His lips were on a now very hard lump. Van winced. His pants were too small now; he had to take them off. Dilandaus fingers set to work on the clasp of Vans pants.
Dilandau pulled Vans pants down around his knees. He sat on Vans feet, admiring the perfectly shaped body. Van lay there waiting for Dilandaus next move. It wasn't the move he had expected.
Dilandau started to shed his armor. He was left wearing his lilac tank top and black pants. He was soon left in just pants. All unneeded clothing was flung at the dungeon bars. Van looked up at Dilandau and saw that Dilandau was right to be mad when he sliced his cheek. The scar on his face took away from the rest of his beauty. Not by much though. In Van's mind, Dilandaus body was perfect in every way. A simple scar would prove not to be a big disappointment.
Van sat up. He leaned back slightly and rested on his hands. He tried his best not to move his head. He didn't want to reopen the wound. He felt the bulge of gauze on his neck to make sure it was still in place and blood wasn't seeping through. It was fine. Most of the pain was going away and it felt as though it was almost healed. 'Hum, that was fast. Must not of been a very big cut.' He thought, not yet able to bring himself to look at Dilandau. He looked down at his lap and realized that he was naked. He blushed and moved uncomfortably underneath Dilandau. Dilandau moved himself up Vans legs and was sitting in his lap. He caught Vans chin and tilted his head up so he could look into the boy's eyes. Van blushed again. Dilandau gave him a half smile. He lowered his head to Vans level and kissed him. Van was surprised at how gentle he was being compared to their previous kiss. This wasn't Dilandau Abatou at all. The evil, pyromaniac he had come to hate. Actually, he was sure why he was doing this. Why had he let his enemy kiss him and undress him? He didn't know, but, in a way he did. It felt so right. It felt like something he'd been waiting for for so long. Should he go on? Yes.. He should, and he would.
Dilandau tangled a hand in Vans hair. He let the other one wander Vans body. It moved to Vans erection and slowly began to feel him. Van moaned into Dilandaus mouth. Immediately Dilandau grabbed Vans shaft and began to pump him. Van could feel a growl grow in his throat. Dilandau pulled Vans head closer and kissed him harder. He let his tongue explore Vans mouth once again. Van stayed back attempting to keep his growl in his throat. It was useless. He pulled out of the kiss and let out a loud growl. Dilandau looked at him in amazement. He had just found out how much Van was enjoying it.
Dilandau smiled evilly again. He moved back to Van and kissed him briefly on the lips. He left his lips and traveled down his jawbone to his neck. He kissed material then he was at the nape of Vans neck. He stayed there a while, kissing, sucking, and nibbling. He wanted to tease Van; he wanted to have fun. Dilandau moved slowly to Vans chest. Both hands were ticking at Vans sides, moving up and down him, occasionally grabbing his ass.
Dilandau moved to a nipple and started to suck at it. Van moaned and Dilandau moved further down his body. He reached his stomach and got up. Van looked into his eyes, confused. Dilandau pushed him on the shoulders, silently telling him to lie down. Van responded by quickly lying down. He didn't quite know what to do It was his first time with a guy. With anyone really. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect his first time to be with a guy, let alone Dilandau.
Dilandau sat on Vans legs, looking approvingly of him. He licked his lips greedily and bent over. He groped Vans balls with one hand and supported himself with the other. He licked the length of his shaft, leaving the occasional kiss at the base of his erection. Van moaned, and his breathing was becoming short and heavy. He could feel himself getting ready to come. His orgasm crept up on him and he was about come. Dilandau could feel the tension growing inside Van. He took Vans erection completely in his mouth and began to circle it with his tongue. He wanted Van to come inside him. He wanted Vans complete being inside him.
Van grabbed at Dilandaus hair, tangling his fingers in it. He guided Dilandaus head up and down. He was almost at orgasm. He was feeling complete ecstasy at the moment when he finally released load into Dilandaus mouth. Van let out a long exhausted sigh and relaxed his body. Dilandau got up and wiped his mouth. He panted heavily and waited for Van to open his eyes. When Van realized Dilandau wasn't moving, he opened his eyes and set an almost caring gaze upon his new sex-toy. Dilandau looked into his eyes and lay down on top of him. Their warm, bare chests rubbed against one another. Dilandau kissed Vans neck and moved to his ear. He nibbled at Vans earlobe and whispered into his ear 'My turn now, Van!'
Vans eyes grew wide with surprise and he suddenly found himself on top of Dilandau. Dilandau grinned sheepishly at Van. Van sat up and kneeled over Dilandau. Dilandau traced around Vans chest with a fingertip. He slid his hand down over his stomach and to the tip of his once again hardening member. For the first time Van felt hoe much Dilandau was enjoying their playtime. He could feel his hard member underneath the well-worn material. Van moved his way down Dilandaus legs and came to rest on his knees.
He wasn't sure what to do at first, but a natural impulse made his hands reach out and undo Dilandaus pants. He pulled down his pants and underwear down and took them off completely. He threw them on top of his own pants, which had fallen off.
They both sat there in silence for a few moments, studying each other. They greatly approved of each other's looks. Another impulse took over Van and he reached down and started to stroke Dilandau. He felt Dilandau harden even more in his hand. Dilandau arched his back, moaning with pleasure. From there on in, Van let his impulses take over. Them seemed to be doing a good job of pleasuring Dilandau.
With one hand, Van pumped Dilandau, making him moan softly. Van sucked on two fingers on his free hand, he bent over slightly and slid them into Dilandaus tightness. Dilandau tensed when he felt Van move his fingers in and out of him. It was beautiful pain. He hated it, yet he wanted more. With each thrust of the hand, the pain would slink away, only pleasure was left.
Without warning, Van stopped everything. He bent over and started to suck on Dilandaus erection. Dilandau laced his finger through Vans black hair. Van let his split dribble down Dilandaus shaft. He got up and moved up Dilandaus body. He positioned himself over Dilandaus erection and dropped on top of it. Vans spit acted as a good lubricant. Dilandau slid into him with much ease.
Feeling that his neck was pretty much healed, and he could move his head freely, Van threw his head back letting out a groan of pain and pleasure. This was a feeling he had never felt before. He wanted as much of it as he could get.
Dilandau moaned and grabbed Vans ass. He pulled him closer than let him fall backwards. Van took this as a signal to start to move. He moved slowly, each time feeling Dilandau brush against a sweet spot deep inside himself. He started to speed his movements. Each one was quicker and harder than the one before. The pain was completely gone and once again replace by the feeling of ecstasy. Dilandau groaned again and arched into Van. He let himself fall back to the bed and look at Van. He found Van looking back. 'Fuck me harder!' Dilandau growled at Van. Van smiled at Dilandau. He removed himself from their gaze and threw his head back once again. He moaned and moved upon Dilandau with as much force as he could. Dilandau moaned, he could feel the tension Van felt earlier build inside his groin. They were both on the verge of orgasm.
Dilandau grabbed Vans shaft and pumped him hard, he felt as though he would go off the edge any second. Van came before him. He spurted himself all over Dilandaus chest. Van wanted Dilandau to feel as much pleasure as he just had, so he kept moving until he felt Dilandaus warmth inside of him. He stopped moving and collapsed on Dilandaus chest. They were both tired and their breathing was labored. Sweat was dripping down their faces.
Dilandau kissed Van lightly on the cheek and muttered something about leaving before Folken grew suspicious. Van didn't answer. He was sleeping soundly on Dilandaus chest. Dilandau squirmed out from underneath Van and cleaned himself of sweat and come. He dressed himself leaving nothing behind. After that, he stole one last glimpse of Vans naked body. He smiled and whispered 'So beautiful' to himself. He retrieved Vans clothes and dressed the sleeping boy.
He rolled him on his back and sat beside him. He brushed a few locks of hair away from his eyes. 'How can I harm such a magnificent creature?' he thought to himself. He didn't know how he could ever tried to kill him before. He lay a kiss on Vans lips and left the dungeon. He locked the door behind himself and looked at the sleeping king again. He looked so peaceful. Dilandau smiled and trudged up the stairs.
When he reached the top, he straightened himself up and ran his fingers through his hair. He opened the door to find Chesta still standing guard. Chesta stood straight and looked at Dilandau. 'Sir.' He saluted his commander. Dilandau looked at Chesta with disgust. He fished in his pockets for the keys and threw them at Chesta.
'I have untied our captor. I feel no need for him to be tied when he's locked in a dungeon. Who tied him?' Dilandau asked angrily. Chesta cringed, afraid to answer him.
'I-I did, Sir.' Dilandau raised a gloved hand to hit Chesta again. He struck him, but not as hard as before. He was too weak. Dilandau walked in the direction of his room. 'Tell Gatti to go on watch.' Dilandau called over his shoulder.
When Dilandau reached his room, he shut the door and sighed with relief. He moved to the bed and collapsed on it. He didn't bother to undress. He lay there for a while, thinking of what he had done in the dungeon with Van. Then he fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of what would happen next time he and Van were alone.