Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Nightly Intentions ❯ Chapter 1

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

Nightly Intentions




Nightly Intentions
This was a ficcie written by me and Silver Foxfire (silver_foxfire@yahoo.com). *waves at Silver* Silver betaed this for us, what a sweetie. I'm sure she's done a right spiffy job.
***DISCLAIMERS*** Neither Silver, nor I owns the Escaflowne characters... that I know of... unless Silver is part of Sunrise... are you, Silver?
***WARNINGS*** Lemonyness abounds! There's some Folken x Dilandau and then there's the ultimate squick pairing of Jajuka x Dornkirk. Yes, that's right. You thought I was kidding didn't you? Uh-huh.
***SPOILERS*** None that I know of.
UNTITLED JOINT ESCAFLOWNE FIC
By Kat and Silver Foxfire
Dilandau paced through the halls of Vionne, his mind a-whirl with plots and plans. He moved up and down, just walking the same deserted hallway. He didn't have to wait long before someone came... the certain someone he had been waiting for.
Jajuka passed swiftly by him, not even paying an attention to him. He acted as if Dilandau wasn't even there. Jajuka had his head down, and Dilandau was sure he heard him mumbling some incoherent canine language to himself. Dilandau was infuriated when his servant had bumped shoulders with him, and not even so much as looked up to say sorry. Instead, the furry beast kept walking at a hurried pace. Dilandau pushed his rage aside for the time being, and wondered why this usually so obedient servant was being so...weird.
Dilandau huffed softly, glaring after Jajuka until he vanished down the hall. He mumbled softly and turned to walk after him. He wanted to know where the dog-man was going and he wanted to know now!
Dilandau snuck down the corridors of the Vionne, trying to make himself quiet as possible. He felt it better to sneak around. Jajuka didn't look quite in the mood to be giving up where he was going willingly. 'Jajuka may be half man, half beast, but he has the hearing of a regular dog' Dilandau thought to himself. He slipped around the corner, keeping himself covered by shadows. He could see up in the distance the beast-man's fur reflecting the dim light. Without warning, Jajuka stopped dead in his tracks.
Dilandau nearly fell over himself, trying to stop as abrupt as Jajuka.
Jajuka cocked his head to the side and looked over his shoulder. He sniffed the air a few times, then Dilandau heard a low growl and was sure he saw a slight smile tug at the corners of Jajuka's lips. Jajuka shook his head, and continued to make his way down the corridor.
Dilandau's brow furrowed and he mentally berated himself as he decided to give up on his endeavor and he pulled an about face... straight into Folken's chest. Dilandau raised his startled eyes and looked into a pair of amused red-clay colored eyes. He frowned up at the Strategies, growling out, " Are you following me, Folken?!"
Folken look distinctly distraught with being found out. He quickly regained himself and looked down upon the captain of the Dragon Slayers. "No Dilandau, I was not following you." He said, lying through his teeth. He gazed past Dilandau, and saw a golden tail disappear around a corner at the end of the hall. "But I see that you haven't been going for a pointless wander."
His eyes found the ruby gaze coming from the other boy. Dilandau was taken slightly aback at how up front Folken was being. Why was everyone acting so weird tonight? Damn people. 'They're all morons' Dilandau thought to himself.
Suddenly, he realized that he was standing much closer to Folken than he needed to. He took a step back, only to find Folken step towards him, keeping their same distance. Dilandau took another step back, and Folken quickly followed him. "What the hell are you doing Folken?" Dilandau half yelled, half said as he shoved Folken away from him. Since Folken was so big, he barely moved at all. He only closed the remaining distance between Dilandau and himself.
Folken's mouth swept down on his and Dilandau stood, stunned as his superior kissed him in the hallway. He felt a metal arm slide around his waist and pull him closer. He tried to fight for all of two seconds, then gave in to the insistent burning between his legs for the Strategos he was so intrigued with.
" Mmm... Folken..." Dilandau moaned into Folken's mouth as his leather encased arms snaked their way around his neck.
Folken had been surprised at Dilandau's sudden willingness to kiss him back. He had thought for sure that he'd put up a fight, and he had been more than ready to fight back. But, Dilandau didn't seem to mind the kiss at all, rather, he seem to enjoy it immensely. As Dilandau slid his arms around the neck of the Strategos, he felt himself being pushed backward. The first thing that popped into his mind was he was attacked. He struggled to free himself from the metal grip, but it was useless. There was a sudden click from behind Folken, and Dilandau realized that he had been pushed into a room.
The room was dimly lit, but lit just enough so he could see the contents of the room. Against the far wall was a bed. The bed was very plain, much like the ones he had in his dorm with the Dragon Slayer, except the blankets on this bed were black. There were various other things around the room. Empty desks, a window furnished with black curtains, and against the wall next to him was a couch. The couch looked old and worn down. The center of the room was what had attracted Dilandaus attention the most.
There was a table with many different flasks and vials filled with different colored fluids. Scattered around the table were papers. It was then that Dilandau realized he had wandered in the direction of Folken's room that night. Folken had pushed them into his own room.
Dilandau didn't have much time to muse about this, he only had time to scan the room and figure out where he was before Folken swept down on him again and claimed his lips for the second time.
Dilandau wordlessly opened his mouth for him; his tongue sparring with Folken's hungrily. He felt himself being removed from his armor and let the heavy jacket slide off his upper body, wrapping his arms around the Madoushi's broad shoulders. He felt his body heat being absorbed by the heavy garments that Folken wore and pulled away to growl at him, " Off, now."
Folken chuckled softly and let the young Dragonslayer tug off his uniform. They both moved with a speed driven by lust and they didn't stop until they both stood naked and pressed tightly against each other. Folken guided Dilandau back to his bed and laid him down, covering him with his own body. He began to thrust his arousal against Dilandau's, drawing hungry cries and moans from the silver-haired boy.
Dilandau looked up at Folken as he thrust himself against him in a quick, repeated pace. Folken glowered at the smaller boy, a frown crossing his face. Dilandau noticed his expression, but didn't stop his movements. Folkens expression grew grimmer, and he reached down with his good hand to stop Dilandau from withering beneath him. He propped himself up with his metal arm, and held on to Dilandaus hip with the other. "No.. don't..."
Dilandau complained, trying to move out of the grip. Folkens frown turned into a slight grin as he thrust himself against Dilandaus hardness. "Don't move." Folken whispered, lowering himself back onto Dilandau. Dilandau let himself become limp, the Stratagoes' words penetrating him. Folken ground their hips together as he bathed the silver-haired boy's mouth and neck with kisses. The only movements Dilandau made was to kiss the Strategos back. Every now and again, he allowed a moan to escape from his throat.
Folken looked down at Dilandau, drawing more soft sounds with all of his touches. He thoroughly distracted Dilandau as he found a jar of cream in the nightstand table. Dilandau's eyes were shut as he let himself feel all of Folken's touches. He could feel the hot tongue that lapped at his chest and nipples and he fought the urge to ignore Folken's order and move his body towards the stimulating touches. When he felt the finger at his entrance, he forced himself to relax, forced himself to invite the inquisitive digit inside. He moaned as the slender finger gently pushed against the still tight ring of muscle, slicked with cream to make the passage easier to manipulate.
"Folken..." Dilandau whispered, just barely audible.
Folken responded by slipping a second and then a third digit into Dilandau. When he was sure that the Dragonslayer was properly prepared, he coated himself and positioned his aching arousal against Dilandau. The deep crimson eyes opened to meet with Folken's and he softly begged, " Please..."
Folken gave him a rarely seen smile and began to push gently inside. He heard Dilandau's muffled whimper and whispered close to Dilandau's ear, "Don't hold back your cries for me... I want to hear you scream as I take you... No one will hear you here..."
Dilandau didn't know whether he should be afraid of this knowledge or not, but all coherent thought flew from his mind as he felt Folken brush against his pleasure spot, the place Folken had deliberately avoided when he was being prepared. He shouted his pleasure so loudly that the glass containers across the room trembled with the sheer magnitude of it. " Yes... that's it... let me hear what you feel..." Folken growled as he pulled out only to thrust quickly back inside, forcing Dilandau to bend to him.
Dilandau's body rocked with the pleasure he was receiving and he couldn't contain himself for much longer. He lost it when he felt Folken's human hand clasp his erection and begin to stroke him. He came with another explosive shriek and spilled his seed onto both of their chests and bellies. He felt himself being filled by Folken and he murmured softly in response to Folken's low-pitched purrs of pleasure. He felt Folken's weight on him and he decided not to move the warm body as he drifted off to sleep in the arms of the tall man.
When he awoke, Dilandau found himself clinging to the sheets of *his* bed. Not the Strategos'. How'd he get back here? He sat up in his bed, and noticed he was still naked. Not unusual. He always slept naked. He enjoyed the freedom he felt lying nude. Still slightly dazed, and curious as to whether or not he had dreamt his expeditions with Folken, he clambered over to his closet. He opened the door and noticed that his uniform had lay where he always but it, but the odd thing was, it was folded all wrong. Not at all how he had always folded it. Dismissing it, he picked up his clothing and dressed quickly. 'Maybe it was just a dream' he thought, idly.
Venturing out into the corridors of the Vione, Dilandau spotted his not-so-fateful messenger. "Jajuka" Dilandau called after him. Jajuka stop and spun around, facing his master. A grin pulled at the corners of his lips.
"Lord Dilandau," he spoke softly, bowing his head slightly, "You look well today." Dilandau thought this odd of his servant, speaking to him as if he never looked well.
"Of course I'm well. When am I never well?" He snapped.
Jajuka bowed his head lower, locks of golden hair falling into his face as his grin grew wider, "Well, sir, after last night, I thought you would look a bit tired, or wouldn't be up at such early hours."
Dilandau froze, biting his lip and his breathing becoming a bit more frantic. "L-l-ast night?" He stuttered. 'So it wasn't a dream... but how does he know?' Realizing his exterior wasn't his usual frightful image; he straightened up and spoke in a low hiss. "Don't speak to anyone about last night. How do you know anyway?"
Jajuka straightened himself as well; his facial expression mad him looked slightly puzzled. "Lord Dilandau, didn't Lord Folken tell you what he was planning last night?"
Dilandau had to smirk. He hadn't told him what he planned to do last night, but it happened just the same. He dismissed this idea as well.
"No, Jajuka, he didn't tell me. Why don't you tell me instead."
"Sir, Lord Folken has advanced the technology of the Vionne immensely. He installed devices which allow people to view images from another room on a screen. He installed them all over the fortress," Jajuka let out a low snicker before he continued "Including his own room, Sir." Dilandau gasped. He didn't realize what the beast-man was implying at first, but as he got closer to the end of his speech, it hit him.
"He allowed you to view us... together... last night?" Dilandau eyes grew furious, and his face blushed a color to match his eyes.
Jajuka backed away a step, beginning to get nervous, as he nodded his reply.
Jajuka was right to run as Dilandau roared his fury so that all aboard the Vionne could hear him.
" FOLKEN!!!! I'M GOING KILL YOU!!!"
_-^-_ And in the control room... _-^-_
" Oh, no... you let him find out, Lord Folken...?" Chesta said softly.
" Of course. I think that Emperor Dornkirk was quite pleased with the way it transmitted."
A collective shudder went through the ranks of both Dragonslayer and common soldier at his. Many of them tried to hold their breakfast down at the mere thought of Dornkirk 'enjoying himself'.
Folken and the other soldiers watched the screen with much amusement, as they saw Dilandau tear through the hallways, searching for sky-haired man. Many people had stood in his way, and they only faced his wrath when they dared to question him. Countless rooms had been left disgraced and many faces had been bruised by the fist of Dilandau. Each room Dilandau raided and each face he distorted was clearly viewable on the screen. The soldiers began fidgeting as they noticed that Dilandau was coming closer to the protective door they hid behind. Folken merely smirked as if he had a plan.
Outside the door and a bit down the hall, the soldiers, as well as Folken, could hear loud crashing and banging. The soldiers all flinched at every bottle of glass they heard break, and every body they heard hit the floor. Dilandau's rage wasn't only expressed physically, but verbally. He spat and shouted words no one would dare repeat. There was a rather dull sounding thud against the door Folken and the soldiers hid behind. They turned to the screen and saw that Dilandau had taken to throwing himself at the door and slashing at it wildly with balled fists. The soldiers grimaced once again.
The door swung open and a rather sweat, non-pleasant looking Captain stood in the doorway. His eyes almost seemed to glow, and most of the soldiers fainted from pure fright, the ones that didn't faint, ran to a corner, and soiled themselves.
Dilandau looked to the screen and noticed that he could see the hall he just demolished and his back in the doorway. His eyes flashed towards Folken and he let out an almost inaudible 'You'. He stalked forward, his image on the screen disappearing into the room. He stopped in front of him and said in a louder tone, almost a yell 'YOU!'. Folken closed his eyes and brushed away the rageful spit Dilandau had sprayed on his cheek.
"Very good, Dilandau. Yes, I am Folken," Folken flipped a switch and the current image of himself and Dilandau appeared on the screen. "See, there I am, and there you are." His eyes flickered between Dilandau and the screen.
Dilandaus breathing became heavier and he raised a fist to hit Folken. Folken stopped his punch and brought him closer to himself. He pulled the captain into a tight embrace and kissed him roughly on the lips.
Dilandau tried to fight back, now fully aware that he was being watched. But as soon as Folken's tongue was safely inside his mouth, he felt his will dissolve in to pure mushy pleasure. He moaned wantonly and clutched at Folken, now ignoring the other people in the room. He let Folken ravage his mouth and heard a soft moan... that didn't come for him... or Folken... Both looked up to the screen to see the face of Dornkirk with his wrinkles a mask of hideous pleasure as a certain Dogman gave HIM a tongue bath.
The new lovers turned their gaze to each other, to find similar expressions. Expressions of utter disgust and repulsion. Any of the soldiers who had not, by now, fainted, did so as the image appeared on the screen. Dilandau and Folken stood in a tight hold of each other, as the dogman moved lower on Dornkirk. Folken had his finger on the switch, but was in too much shock to click the screen off. He golden head of the beastman disappeared out of view from the camera as he moved to regions no one had dared think of, or wanted to think of, on Dornkirk. The elderly man shrieked and Folken stumbled forward, causing himself to land on the switch, and turning off the screen.
Dilandau turned his head to the side and made gagging noises, Folken followed Dilandau's lead, and let his breakfast come back up. After a while, the duo returned to their erect postures. They looked at each other and gave each other the same looks of disgust. Folken spoke first, "That was the most horrible thing I have ever witnessed."
Dilandau flung himself into Folken's arms, still shaking from the utterly disgusting sight of the dogman playing 'fetch' with Dornkirk's stick.
" Folken? Promise me you'll NEVER let me see something like that EVER again!" Dilandau said into Folken's cloak.
" I promise. I don't want to see that again either... " Folken responded, shuddering.
Dilandau buried his head in Folkens shoulder, mumbling incoherent words. Folken was sure he heard the silver-haired boy saying something about his cheek, though. After Folken came out of shock for the second time, he glanced around the room. For some reason, unbeknownst to him, he failed to notice earlier that everyone around him self and Dilandau fainted. Folken felt slightly uneasy. To him, it looked like he was among dozens of lifeless corpses. He slowly backed out of the room, dragging a very confused, and still in shock, Dilandau with him. When he reached the hall outside of the room, he saw, much to his dislike, that there were bodies all over the place. He then remembered Dilandau's little fury rage and shuddered.
Slowly, and trying not to touch the motionless bodies, he eased his way back to his room. When he reached it, he noticed that his room had not been left un-raided by Dilandau. The table that previously held all of his experiments, most of which he had been working on for 3 months, was up-turned. His bed was demolished, and any scrap of paper that was in his room was in a pile of ashes. Folken winced at Dilandau's handy work. Dilandau merely smiled an all too proud smile.
The End.
Heh, well? How was that for a squick factor. ^_~ Tell us! We both like feedback!