Dark Passion, Part 5

I should have know sooner he would be *here*. My Allen's obsession with Dilandau is quite...obsessive.

Before me, my blondie lays on Dilandau's bed, gloriously naked, his abdomen covered with sweat and semen.

"WHAT have you done, Dilandau?"

I see him shrug as I say his name, but he quickly replaces the annoying smirk on his pale face.

"What *I* did, Folken? Say better what HE did: Coming in my room, disturbing me then trying to seduce me...I HAD to teach YOUR slut some lessons, since you can't do it yourself."

I watch Allen's face throughout Dilandau's words, the knight looks far too much like a pleased cat for my liking, deliberately stretching and showing me the full extent of his claiming. The bruises and swellings that mar his flesh... I have to bite my tongue to keep my scathing remarks to myself. I am jarred suddenly as Vionne rocks violently to the side.

My eyes had been diverted from the pair on the bed for a moment but when I glance back, Allen is upon his back with Dilandau's arms locked to support him, most likely that the sudden movement of the ship made him fall, but why he stays this way annoys me.

"Lord Folken!" A call come down the hall for me and I abrubptly turn, telling Dilandau to dress.

Before I left his room, he pulls on Allen's hair, hisses some words between his teeth then literally throws him on the floor. I can feel people's emotions, and let me say there wasn't much love nor pleasure in those words. This surprises me...I thought Dilandau really liked him.

Bah. Dilandau is an egocentric bastard who would make out with himself if he could. Then why his unhealthy obsession with Allen? Curiosity? An urgent need to satisfy some dark sexual desires?

Allen is now stumbling his way beside me. He blushes as he risks a glance toward me, returning his gaze to the floor automatically.

I place my arm around his back and I feel him melt under my touch. NO fight. He willingly agrees my help, even whispering some "thank you".

Damn I wish I knew what Dilandau told him: this sudden change of attitude with me is quite...puzzling.

The soldier who previously interrupted me comes in our direction.

"Folken-sama! The Crusade is there! They wish to reclaim their chief!"

I just can't let my blondie go in this state. "Tell them I want to talk with one of the crew," I order.

"Yes, Folken-sama!"

The soldier disappears, and I bring my Allen to my room. I HAVE to admit I really got caried away last night. I will tend to his bruises now...

********

Knock Knock.

"Folken-sama," a voice says through the door, "a member of the Crusade his here!"

Ah. They were slow.

"Let him enter."

The door opens slowly and in the shadow a not-that-tall figure appears. About has tall as Dilandau. Even in the darkness, I can recognize HIM. I would recognize him everywhere. Van.

"What the HELL have you done to him?!" He snarls at me, his eyes locked on Allen's body.

I look down at the knight, his precious blue eyes closed as he sleeps off the medication I gave him. His chest and arms are bound with white gauze, his chest rising and falling steadily.

"Nothing he didn't wish done to him." I reply, my voice quiet so as not to disturb the slumbering Allen.

"I want him BACK."

"Can you carry him, Van?"

"..."

"Then I shall. Allen, wake up. They are here to take you home."

"Mmmnnnmmm... No... I dun wanna go..." He mutters softly, attempting to disappear beneath his blankets.

Van comes to the bed to look at him brushing Allen's hair away from his temple, murmuring, "Come on, Allen. Gaddes is waiting for you..."

Gaddes? I've heard Allen whisper that name before in his sleep... Whenever he thinks of that one I alway get a feeling of safety and protection from Allen... he must feel very close to this person.

"Gaddes?" He says sleepily, his eyes opening to settle on Van, still quite unfocused.

"Yes, Gaddes sent me to get you."

"Okay..."

He tries to stand, but falls back to the bed, moaning in frustration when he cannot even sit up. He glares at me a little when I bow to lift him. But he understands that he can't do it alone. He reluctantly holds onto me as I allow the blanket to be wrapped wround him for modesty.

I lead Van through the halls toward the hangar, where I'm sure Allen's men are waiting for him. Ah... there they are. Looking as dangerous as a pack of wolves, all but snarling their displeasure. One of them, the obvious leader, I suppose comes up to me, his eyes flashing darkly as he approaches to take Allen from me.

I can feel an awesome amount of anger from this one. Fury that anyone would dare do this to Allen... but as soon as he has the man fully in his arms, his emotions change, although, not his stature. He allows the man to hold tight to him and I can completely sense the dominating feeling of possessiveness from him.

"Thank you." He growls, even as he turns to take Allen inside of the Crusade. "And SO sorry..."

All I feel is the sharp crack upon the base of my skull and the shouting of my men before I fall into darkness, regret flowing from my brother...

*******

My eyes open painfully, then open wide. The surroundings are unfamiliar. The constant background sound of what I think his a huge motor is not the same as Zaibach's.

"I'm on the Crusade's vessel," I think out loud. I smile as I remember how I got here: the pain behind my back, Allen's men smirking deviously, darkness. I rub the back of my head, feeling the dried blood.

*Looks like it might be difficult to get out of here...after all, I hurt their chief.* A smirk cross my lips. Well, I had A LOT of fun.

The door of the room I'm in flies open suddenly. A couple of men enter, smiling. Ah, my future precious one...I can sense your lust. You want to abuse me? Go ahead. You can say it out loud, you know.

"We have to deal, Sir Folken," one of the men says, approaching me, his hands behind his back. What are you hiding there? A rope to bind me, maybe?

"Our chief is pretty hurt now, and we have enough suspicions to think you're responsible."

Another man comes in my direction.

"We intend to make you pay for what you did, sir."

Few seconds later they are all over my body, keeping me from evading them. Soon, I am turned on my belly, my wrists attached together. The feeling of my satin clothes over my body is now history, for I feel a light breeze caresses my nudity.

I shiver a little and they see it as a reaction of fear instead of the simple cold. I give them their sharp gasps and pained moans, the sounds they crave as they beat me, their boots digging deep.

"Stop it!" An outraged voice screams, fury flowing into me from the extra one. "I know you're angry but you've no right to do this!"

"Majesty, all rank aside: Fuck you. He nearly KILLED our boss!"

"It wasn't him!" Van snarls. "It was Dilandau! He said so himself!"

"That pasty little motherfucker?!" The smallest one snarls, his face as red with rage as his bandana... "I'll fucking kill him!"

Van raises his shoulder in that 'I-don't-care' way. "Now, leave me alone with him."

I sense the men's hesitation.

"Your chief need you by his side," Van adds, convicing the pirates.

"Fine," said the one with the red bandana. "I you feel yourself in danger, just scream. But don't think it will make us COME to save you!"

They exit the room, leaving me alone with my brother. "Oniiue..." Van starts. His back is pressed against the door that just locked us here. He slips his hands behind his back and plays with the door's handle. It's locked, yes, and what now?

He walks to me, grabs a cape on his way and covers my nudity. "Brother, why have you done that?"

I look at him with interrogation. Didn't he just tell the men 'Dilandau' did it???

"I thought..." I start.

"I lied," he cuts me off. "I knew it was you."

He bends over me and detaches my bounds. I have to repress my excitment...the feeling of his body pressed against mine, his familiar scent, his clothes rubbing over my bare skin, his breath running down my neck...

"Brother..." He whispers again. The lustful feeling coming from him runs down my spine and makes me open my eyes wide in shock.

He his now rubbing his crotch over my leg, and I don't need my supernatural power to feel his excitment: his arousal his quite evident.

"Brother..." he whispers again, with even more lust this time. "Take me like you took Allen...Please!"

I push him away slightly. "You are my brother, Van!"

He stands up, looking down at me, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Of course I am, and that explains why I understand you: You crave other's pleasure, just like ME...I am your brother, after all, it's normal we have the same-" He pauses and rapidly brings his face a few inches from mine. "-composition." His breath caresses my lips as he finishes his phrase.

I cannot resist my shamefully delicious temptation as I move forward, claiming the sweet lips of Van, my beloved baby brother. He mewls his pleasure as he forces me to shift, my back pressing against the headboard of the bed, him above me and rocking his cloth-clad erection into my own hardness.

"Oniiue..." He pants, tugging his shirt over his head and exposing the sugar-brown nipples to me and I cannot help but taste them.

I feel his lust CRACKLE around me, our similar passions merging and becoming almost tangible as his fingers tangle in my hair and he arches toward my mouth, pleading softly for more. I purr my contentment like some great cat as I lick and nuzzle the developing muscles, all skin and sinew and bone...

_-^-_ Dilandau's POV _-^-_

I watch with my newfound disinterest as Folken's men scurry like RATS, frantically searching for the lost Strategos. Ha... lost, my ass. The bastard probably ran off with his TOY, leaving me in charge of this ship until one of the OTHERS comes, one of those bastard generals or some other officer not worthy of dominating me.

"Dilandau-sama?" The softest voice comes, my angelic little Chesta standing before me, humbly averting his eyes from mine.

"What?"

"We believe we have located the Crusade..."

"And?"

"Would you like to... inspect the ship, sir?"

I smirk a little when he bites his lip, his form all but trembling. This change I can never fathom... put him in front of an enemy, and he will be viciously blood-thirsty... put him before ME... and he becomes a frightened child... interesting indeed.

Yummy...his pale skin makes his sky-blue eyes more evident, like two shining saphhires. I look to the right. Nothing. I look to the left. Nothing. Only Chesta and I. Good, good.

I walk to him and furiously lock my mouth on his. My tongue slip between his welcoming lips. Under me, Chesta moans loudly and slips his fingers through my silver hair. He knows I like that...

Around me, the reality fades away. Who cares about Folken, Allen and the Crusade? The only important thing is Chesta, who's now melting in my arms, freeing his neck and offering me his precious blood. I drive him to my room, nibbling and biting his flesh all the way long.

I want to take him. NOW. I push him on the bed and proceed to remove my clothes. He does the same, quickly exposing his nudity. The blush on his face tells me he is still the shy, submissive little Chesta I love to take.

I literally throw myself over him, engulfing his now-hard member in my mouth. He arches his back, screaming my name and slipping his hands in my hair. "AAH! Dilandau-sama!!"

I spread his legs and, with a loud moan, he welcomes my finger inside him. Soon comes a second one. Then a third. I keep licking his shaft, enjoying the silky skin of this boy who - I know for SURE - has not been taken by anyone but me. My Chesta has a way to easily evade any kind of unwanted situations. Oh, don't think I am upset because Miguel and the others had their way with the Strategos...Well, it does upset me, but I don't hate my Slayers for that. They are precious. And Folken is manipulative.

Talking about him, where is he now? Bah, I'll inspect the Crusade soon. Just give me 15 minutes, 'Folken'!

"Dilandau-sama...." He whispers, his voice high and strained as I suckle him, my lovely slayer who blushes so prettily under my ministrations.

I purr low in my throat as he is fully prepared, my body finding it's way between his thighs. I kiss him again as I thrust inside him, swallowing his screams of pleasure and pain as I push in as far as I can go. His body is hot and tight around me, arms twining around me and holding me close.

"Oh, my lord..." He whispers, his words reverent as they fall from his lips and I feel my body respond.

I love how he speaks to me, as if I am a god and not just his commander. His eyes hold mine and I feel as if I could drown in them as I thrust harder, his pants and cries encouraging me more than any words could. I watch the passion tears shimmer in his eyes and I kiss them away. HIS tears I do not like to see... I will not hurt this one, this one that is mine alone.

"Chesta..." I groan, closing my mouth over the vein and gently suckling, my fangs making the shallowest pricks as I nurse at the tiny flow.

I gasp as his body shifts and he is above me, thighs gripping tight as he moves into a sitting position.

"Let me pleasure you..." He whispers, that blush of his making my own breathing increase.

I arch as he begins to ride me, forcing me deeply inside him and I cannot ever recall being so fully sheathed in someone before. I allow my eyes to slide shut and I can only feel him and those calloused hands bracing themselves on my chest as my hands grip his hips tightly.

"Dilandau-sama..." I hear him whisper before his mouth gently suckles on my nipples, tripling my pleasure as he begins to rhythmically squeeze my shaft.

Am I really the one who taught him how to make love so well? His firm grip around my hardness tells me he practiced a lot with me...and probably with himself too. Chesta learns fast, I know it.

Our tongues meet again, and I bite his lower lip gently, yet hard enough to drink on the bood. He'll heal quickly...

We now separate our lips... his head falls down beside mine, and I can perfectly hear all of his secret moans...moans that he reserves only for me.

"Dilandau-sama...I want to be by your side forever!" His childish tone goes so well with his angelic features, yet so bad at this precise moment!

"I don't know if I can hold it for very long..."

Faithful Chesta.

"Cum for me, my little angel," I say between two pants.

His pace accelerates, bringing me, too, over the edge. He comes, suddenly collapsing over me. I circle him with my arms, holding him tight, as I continue to pump him for a few more seconds before I release inside him. He moans like the first time...like he never did such thing before. As if each time was better than the previous one.

I still hold him, kissing his head and playing with his hair. The poor exhausted boy soon falls asleep, returning into a more angelic position.

I push him aside without waking him up. I can't sleep.

I have to find -*shrug*- Folken.

And beside...I want to know where that virile scent came from...when someone came to see Folken and picked up Allen. That scent was intoxicating... I just HAVE to find out.

*END OF PART 5*