Silver Night

And just beneath a loosely silk-curtained window, basking in the silver moonlight, was Van Fanel. His ebony black hair draped over his pillow, similar to the silk on the windows. So peaceful in his otherworldly slumber. He didn't once suspect the other form in the room. Yes, the one making its way over to his bed at this very moment.

Placing a gentle palm on the edge of the bed, Dilandau Albatou followed through with a knee. He moved his other hand over a little ways in front of the first one, and then allowed his second knee to rest on the bed sheet.

Slowly, he crawled over in his cat-like stances closer to the sleeping king.

Finally setting down a hand on one side of Van, Dilandau continued his feline actions as he ducked his head at the neck, and lowered his upper back to slowly trail a wet tongue over the bed occupant's tanned cheek.

Van's eyes shot open at the undentified intrusion and he turned to lie on his back, rising up on his elbows.

He gasped in surprise as he was forcefully pushed back down. Eyes finally adjusting to the dim light, he saw the smirking face of none other than Dilandau Albatou, the commander of the Dragonslayers.

At the first sight of Van turning, Dilandau had straddled the waist, and pushed him back down to the bed.

"Nuh uh, Van-sama," Dilandau all but purred as his hands found Van's wrists and brought them back over the owner's head.

'Damn, he's stronger than he looks,' thought Van, as his wrists were crushed more into the pillows when he tried to break them loose.

Indeed, the pale boy on top of him was very slim and didn't look like he could posess that kind of strength. But ofcourse, looks were always deceiving. Dilandau may have been slim, but was very well built with a smooth six pack stomach and muscular arms. And with this, Van was brought into a new awareness.

"..Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"Mmm.." Dilandau let his sly smirk broaden, "Won't be needing much of anything when I'm done with you.." he let his tongue trail over the side of Van's neck, stopping beneath the chin so he could suck softly at the flesh there.

Van's eyes widened and he took in a shaky breath.

Dilandau was now moving upwards again. Delighted that the one beneath him wasn't making too much of an attempt at escape, he slowly brushed his lips over Van's and pressed down on top of him before the other could protest.

Van made a weird sound that sounded like the crossover of "Oh my gods!" and a raspy moan when he felt his lips captured by the Zaibach soldier.

Dilandau quickly seized this opertunity to part Van's lips with his tongue and explore the unknown territory that was Van Fanel's mouth.

Feeling his supposed 'victim' responding to the kiss, Dilandau eased his hands away from Van's wrists and trailed them down the lean arms.

Big mistake.

Van bit down on Dilandau's lower lip and sat up, bringing a hand over to clutch the silver hair that was at the back of Dilandau's head.

"Aaargh! Shit, not the hair!" Dilandau cried at the ceiling as the pull was brought down, bringing his head roughly upwards.

Van released the lower lip that was clutched firmly in between his teeth and adjusted his legs so he could kneel beside his prisoner for the time being.

"Tsk tsk, sexually asaulting the Fanelian king in the midst of peace talk," lectured Van, still clutching Dilandau's hair mercilessly.

"Let go," Dilandau hissed, wincing as the grip tightened.

"Why?" Van brought his lips up to Dilandau's ear.

"Because," Dilandau said through clenched teeth, "I said so." He brought his elbow up suddenly, hitting the side of Van's arm with a quick blow and dipping his head low so he could snatch up the offending arm and bring it up behind Van's back with a quick twist.

Van found himself back down on the bed in a split-second and felt Dilandau's hot breath on the back of his neck as the grip on his arm tightened and a knee was brought down on his lower back.

Dilandau's fingertip dabbed gently on his lower lip. "Shit, I think you broke skin," his eyes narrowed. "Asshole, I was just playing and you had to get all rough."

Van snorted underneath him. "So what now? Are you just going to sit on top of me for the rest of the night?"

Realisation dawned itself on Dilandau's pretty little head in all its splendour. "You PRICK! You want this, don't you!?"

Van smiled against the sheets, "I'm amazed your're so quick on the uptake."

"Shut up."

Van was turned over and at once locked lips with his oponent again.

Dilandau trailed his hands over to the front fastenings of the king's night shirt. As his fingers fumbled over them, he snarled into the kiss and broke away. The irritating piece of clothing was up and over Van's head in the blink of an eye and a much more satisfied Dilandau settled to prodding Van's mouth again.

The silver haired soldier's hands unwound from where they were tangled in ebony black locks and slunk down and around Van's middle, where his thumbs hooked over the waistband of the remaining piece of clothing.

Van moaned into the kiss and arched his back upwards.

Dilandau broke apart and looked down at the growing bump underneath the clothing. "Damn. You're not a virgin," he said with frown.

"What?"

"You're not a virgin. I can tell, I have a knack for that sort of thing. Damn," Dilandau propped his head up on one arm. "So you were screwing that Mystic Moon bitch after all.."

"Don't talk of Hitomi like that!" Van snapped. "And no.. do you really think king of Fanelia could stay a virgin for long? I had women throwing themselves at me practicly every night. I'd never take advantage of Hitomi like that.."

"Oh," Dilandau didn't look to pleased. "Look, he's got morrals too. Dilandau, you're really desperate for a fuck this time.."

"Do you always talk to yourself? That can't be too healthy, you know."

"Shut up."

"What about you?"

"Well, I had my Dragonslayers to play with," Dilandau said with a smug smirk.

"Urgh.. I don't want to know... so is that why you were so upset when they died?"

Dilandau narrowed his eyes and slapped Van across the cheek. Having practiced the action many times, he was pleased when Van grasped the side of his face with wide eyes. "Did you just smack me!?"

"Mmm.. I did," Dilandau said with his trademark sly smile. "What is your highness going to do about it?"

Van growled and quickly flipped Dilandau over.

Now on the bottom, Dilandau stretched his arms up above his head and brought one leg over Van's, licking his lips.

Van reached up to the Zaibach soldier's belt and began unfastening it. Apparently he was still in his armour, sans shirt, when he came into his room.

"Ooh, good," Dilandau said as he lifted his lower back, letting Van slip the pants down, "Now you can't say I raped you."

Van let the pants fall on the floor, "What's with the commando look?" He raised an eyebrow at Dilandau's lack of underwear.

"One less article of clothing for you to take off," Dilandau grinned upwards.

"I can't believe this, you had all this planned.."

"Ofcourse, you expected any less?"

Van's pants soon joined Dilandau's in a crumpled heap on the floor and Dilandau was easing Van back down unto the bed.

"Hm, but I don't suppose you've been with a guy before, am I right?"

"Uhh.. right," Van answered uncertaintly.

Dilandau smirked and lowered Van further.

"Oh no you don't," Van propped himself back up on his elbows and leaned on top of Dilandau again.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dilandau asked sharply in his 'I expect no shit from you!' buisness voice.

"You didn't actually think I'd let you be on top, did you?"

"Wh-" Dilandau stopped abruptly as his entrance was suddently stretched by something way bigger. "Argh! Shit!" No foreplay. No nothing. How typical of the king.

Van frowned at the lack of space for his throbbing member. He eased his cock further into Dilandau but stopped as the boy beneath him had clenched his eyes shut, a tear trying to escape from underneath his lashes. "What's wrong?"

Dilandau glared up at him. "An anus doesn't stretch the way a female would, you imbicile!" he said haughtily, "and you didn't even use any lubricant! Vaaaaan!" the last came out almost a whine.

"Oh.. I-I'm sorry.." pause, "Well how was I supposted to know!?" Van's voice a bit harsher this time.

"You wouldn't. That's why I was going to ride!"

Van rolled his eyes at the choice of words. "Should I stop?"

Dilandau, now slightly more adjusted, glared up again, "Stop and suffer a fait worse than death!"

Van snorted.

"Now push, slave!"

And so Van did. Playing to Dilandau's dilusion of being superior, he eased his way inside him as slowly as he was able to.

Dilandau moaned, encircling his arms around the other's waist, right where his legs were now too positioned.

Van, who was now all the way in, stopped so Dilandau could adjust a bit more.

Dilandau was panting, gripping the back of Van's shoulders, and all too aware of the burning in between his own legs.

Van started pulling back out now, slowly, than pushing back in again, a tad faster this time. Continuing with this pattern, he was soon at a fast pace, feeling Dilandau's nails clench into his back harder with every stoke.

"O Gods.." Dilandau moaned and arched his back again, wanting to touch himself as well, but not trusting his hands to leave the nail-imprints that were now all down the other's back.

Van brushed Dilandau's sweat-soaked bangs away from his face and softly kissed the side of his cheek. His lips brushed over an indentation in his new lover's cheek and he glanced up, noticing the long thin scar marking its' way from Dilandau's temple to just above the jaw-line. The scar that he had made. He now felt a guilty lump rise up in his throat as his fingers brushed over the abused cheek.

Dilandau, noticing what Van was staring at, growled and bit the other's neck gently. "It's alright. Makes me look more tough," he laughed.

Van quirked a small smile and kissed Dilandau again, letting his lips open and close over the other mouth tenderly.

Dilandau kissed back more roughly, "Don't you dare start being all gentle with me, dragon." His nails dug deeper into Van's back again.

The king of Fanelia hissed from the scratches and pushed harder into Dilandau, obviously hitting a special spot, since that action made Dilandau moan loudly and thrust his hips up against him.

"Like that, do we?" Van smiled and hit the spot again, this time harder.

Dilandau gasped and shuddered. His head flew back and he came unto Van's stomach with a deep moan.

Van kissed the side of Dilandau's neck, letting his tongue wander, and pushed in one more time, sucking on Dilandau's neck to keep from moaning loudly as he came deep within the temple that was Dilandau Albatou.

Dilandau felt Van colapse on top of him, breathing hard, and made a sleepy murmuring sound as he let his legs leave the death clamp they had on the other's waist.

Van leigh there, listening to the rapid heart beat in the chest below him. The sound lulling him to sleep.

Dilandau stroked Van's hair as he looked up at the ceiling. The king looked up through sleepy eyes and put his head beside that of his supposed enemy. Dilandau wrapped his arms around Van and closed his eyes, letting sleep claim him.

It was a silver night. Dilandau's strands contrasted against Van's pitch black ones as beautifully as the heavens outside.