Hearts of Darkness, Hearts of Light

Title: Hearts of Darkness, Hearts of Light

Author: FioraSilverWing

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Yaoi, Language, Flashes of rape

Author's Notes: Finally done! This story took me forever, but I'm rather pleased with it. It's finished, but since it's rather long, I'm going to post it a little at a time. How fast it goes up depends on the reviews I get. I've been very discouraged lately. When a story gets hundreds of hits but only five reviews, one starts to question their writing ability. I'll go easy on those who might be reading this. Just five reviews for the first section and the next will go up. In addition, since this story is done, the sections will vary greatly in length. I'll just keep them as they were written. All reviews get milk, cookies and chocolate!

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Harsh pants and low groans filled the room, needy mewls interjecting every now and then. Two bodies moved slowly, one rocking against the other as the one underneath writhed, whimpering desperately. Both forms were pale, the one above taking it to the extreme however, the smooth skin nearly snowy white. One could almost conclude that such coloring proved the being to be an albino, the crimson eyes and silver hair adding to the effect. It all worked together to form an unearthly beauty, a visage few could deny. And the possessor of the ethereal looks knew it well.

The young man smirked down at his current lover, for he never really had just one. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. And if what he wanted happened to be a person, well both his position and looks always came in handy. The other young man squirmed, trying in vain to press himself tighter against the dominant body, trying to force him deeper. But Dilandau would have none of it. He was the one in charge. He, and only he, decided when it was time for more. The blonde under him whined in frustration, arching his hips up, hands held over his head by one of Dilandau's, the other keeping the hips from bucking too badly.

"Please, please Lord Dilandau... Harder! I need more... I-I..." The blonde trailed off, whimpering again, eyes squeezed shut as tears threatened, nearly driven insane by such teasing. Dilandau simply cocked his head to one side, eyes hooded with pleasure.

"Now, now Chesta... So impatient. But if you behave I might give you what you want. What do you want anyway? I really should make sure..." Dilandau's lazy smile widened. He always liked hearing his lovers beg, pleading with him, spelling out exactly what they wanted. Asking him for what they needed. It was a heady rush of power and the young Lord was happily addicted to it.

Chesta choked back a sob as a few hot tears escaped to slide down his pale cheeks. He tended to be a very expressive lover, which pleased Dilandau to no end. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he looked up at his leader, his sweet face pitiful, showing the torment he felt. The effect could almost melt even Dilandau's stubborn heart, and the fact that it was genuine caused a slight pang of guilt. Chesta was Dilandau's favorite. Submissive, so soft... beautiful in his own right. He also whimpered and moaned exquisitely; exactly the fuel Dilandau needed.

"Please Lord Dilandau..." The blonde's voice was nothing more than a whisper when he finally spoke. "I'll do anything... I'll give you whatever you want. Please, just move faster. I want to feel you deeper in me, pushing me down into the bed, claiming me...I won't break." His voice rose as the pleading in his eyes intensified, nearly shrieking with frustration and want by the time he finished. "Nnn.. Lord Dilandau.. Please, just fuck me!"

Dilandau looked down for a moment, motionless. Chesta could be vocal, yes... But almost never to such an extent. It aroused him terribly. With a soft groan, he pulled back almost to the point of slipping out before plunging ferociously back in, setting a harsh pace.

Chesta arched sharply off of the black sheets he was laid out on, curling his slender legs securely about Dilandau's slim hips. Using the extra leverage to his advantage, he pressed himself back into the thrusts, taking the Lord deeper, crying out each time the hidden sweet spot within him was struck. The prodding to the center of his being sent waves of scorching pleasure throughout his body and he started to tremble under the other youth.

Trying to keep at least some small portion of his mind clear, Dilandau released Chesta's wrists to hold onto his hips with both hands. He wasn't going to last long... And by the look of Chesta, neither was he. Normally Dilandau prided himself on his stamina, but teasing the youth and then hearing such beautiful pleas... It was his undoing.

"Mmm... Chesta... Don't- ngh- don't you come until I let you..." Dilandau shifted his hips slightly to grind against the willing body.

With his hands freed, Chesta moved them immediately to Dilandau's shoulders, holding tightly to him. He bit down on his lower lip, trying with little success to distract himself from the pleasure. He didn't want to disappoint his Lord. He moaned and whimpered, continuing to beg for more while encouraging Dilandau to keep going. He was so close... He could practically taste it.

Dilandau forced his eyes to stay open, watching the blonde be consumed by his pleasure. The pleasure he gave... With a deep groan, he thrust a few times more, panting raggedly while reaching for Chesta's long ignored shaft. Curling slender fingers around the length, he gave a squeeze, following by soft rubs, sure to send the blonde over. Losing himself, he threw his head back, crying out as he reached his peak.

"Oh Gods! Fuck... Fuck, fuck- Nnn, fuck yeah... Come for me Chesta..."

Sucking in a sharp breath, Chesta's eyes snapped open, losing focus before they rolled back, his hips bucking up against the hand and back towards Dilandau's hips. His lips trembled, as did most of the rest of his form, a near scream mingling with a deep moan as he found his release, hot spurts landing on his stomach and Dilandau's hand. A choked sob of relief and ecstasy escaped him as he shuddered, riding out his climax.

"Ooh! Lord Dilandau... Yes!"

Spent, Dilandau collapsed onto the softness of his bed, making sure to move to the side slightly, not wishing to smother Chesta. Trying to catch his breath, he let his eyes close for the first time, one arm draped across his lover's chest as they both attempted to gain some control over their breathing.

Chesta always liked this moment the most... The sex was wonderful of course, and certainly the mind-shattering climax, but he loved being pressed close to his Lord, able to feel secure and happy. It was an honor to be taken to their Master's bed, and the Dragonslyers that Dilandau commanded wished to do nothing but please him. Especially when they could be pleased as well...

The moment didn't last long. It never did. Recovering enough to move and think clearly, Dilandau slowly extracted himself from the blonde and the, pa, pausing to run a hand through Chesta's dampened hair. The blonde actually purred in pleasure. Such a soft touch was the best one could hope for from Dilandau. He waited until the silver haired beauty had moved into his private bathing chamber before moving. Dilandau always bathed after... He hated being sticky.

Getting up, Chesta cleaned himself with a towhat hat had been left for just such an occasion and redressed himself. Dilandau would expect him to be gone when he came out from his bath. It had unsettled Chesta at first, and he still would have preferred to stay, but no one with any brains or a lower station made Dilandau angry.

Taking a last look around the room, Chesta made his way into the hall, trying to walk properly. He was sated and nearly exhausted. Managing not to stagger too much, he reached his own room, slipping past the door and towards his bed, shedding clothing along the way to curl up under the sheets, his last thought of silver hair and wild crimson eyes, a small smile gracing his lips.