chibi_trillian

Myun myun! Another school semester starts, and this is hopefully my last one as an undergrad. I knew senioritis was already gnawing upon my soul when I sat down in Biochemistry, opened the syllabus, and promptly flipped to the grade breakdown to see how much homework I could get away with not doing and still have a hope of getting an A.

Oy vey. And I'm not even Jewish.

On the fiction front, I've written more fiction in the past week than I usually produce in a month. Is this a good thing? Maybeso, maybeno. Anyway, after brutal poking, I wrote a continuation to Not Like Last Year. It is....the bathroom scene. Why? Because my friends like lemons too much.

NC-17, yaoi (like all Magic Knights stuffins), Dean/Nelon pairing. If you're underage and reading this...first, I'll be surprised, because no one reads this frickin' thing and I don't know why I keep on updating it. Futile hope, probably. Second, I don't want to hear that you were skull-fucked by this forever and traumatized and stuff and stuff, because you were warned, K?

Not Like Last Year, Part the Second

The first thing Dean thought as Nelon closed he bathroom door behind him was, Oh Ocean Masters, I can’t believe such a corny pickup line worked.

After that, Dean had his hands full with Nelon. Literally. Nelon was kneeling next to the tub and had just executed something that was a weird combination of a glomp and a passionate kiss. A love-glomp, maybe?

Whatever it was called, Nelon was currently hugging him tightly enough to squish most of the air out of him. His chibilet was stronger than he looked, that was for sure. He also had a very clever tongue in his mouth. Dean had been expecting that—no one could watch Nelon eat and not figure that one out.

What Dean had not expected was that Nelon had clever fingers as well. He supposed, in retrospect, that that one should have been a “duh” too—look at the number of musical instruments Nelon played. But when Nelon’s grip on him loosened and those fingers started doing arpeggios up and down his back, brushing the water line and then trailing the liquid warmth back up in intricate patterns, Dean almost screamed in pleasure, climaxed, and passed out. He wouldn’t have drowned—frankly, Dean didn’t think he was capable of drowning anymore—but that probably would have scared Nelon, and that wouldn’t do at all.

So Dean clung to consciousness and self-control by his teeth, and prayed that this too-clever boy wouldn’t make a fool of him tonight. First things first, he needed to get Nelon to stop doing that thing with his fingers, because if he didn’t stop soon Dean was going to throw him into the tub, clothes and all, and ravish him into cute little pieces.

With a mental sigh of reluctance, Dean broke the kiss and leaned back. Nelon had short arms, so the finger thing was taken care of in that simple action (for now, anyway). Nelon was giving him a look of big-eyed happiness, with a little blush running across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose…Dean narrowly resisted the urge to hug Nelon and scream “You are SOOOO CUTE!” It would ruin his reputation forever, for one thing. So instead, he gave Nelon his sexiest smile and asked, “So, you gonna get in here with your clothes on or what?”

It took Nelon eleven seconds to go from fully clothed to stark naked. Dean was counting. He’d never seen anyone strip that fast in his entire life. Nelon kicked off his left sock, and jumped into Dean’s arms. He landed with a loud splash, and Dean barely managed to keep the floor from being drenched as he caught the water in midair, giving the tiny, tame spirits of the tap water enough extra energy to allow them to defy gravity.

Dean smiled, and reflected that year ago he wouldn’t have been able to do even this without Azure’s help. He’d come a long way. He’d had to make sacrifices (cigarettes, booze, and other intoxicating substances among them), but in the end, it was worth it. Especially when he got to see the look on Nelon’s face as the shining droplets sparkled in the candlelight, spinning slowly in midair. Dean could feel the music mage’s pleasure and appreciation of his abilities; his empathy had been amplified by physical contact and the presence of his own element. He doesn’t get to see me use them like this very often, Dean thought soberly. More often, he sees them when I’m forcing all the water out of an enemy’s body in the form of blood, or when I’m summoning a water elemental to take on whatever fire- or electricity-based nasty we have to deal with this week. So much blood on all our hands…sometimes I have to think hard to remember that I can do things with my abilities other than killing.

Dean smiled slowly. I might as well make this memorable, then. He unwrapped one arm from around Nelon, and reached out to touch the nearest shimmering droplet. Brought into direct contact with a water wizard, it formed into a tiny woman with fins, looking much like Azure did. Nelon murmured in wonder, sending of shiver of joy running through Dean.

~What is thy wish, Master?~ the tiny girl said in a voice like dewdrops falling into a puddle. She was no bigger than his thumbnail.

A simple one, my tiny love. Dance for me, and ask your sisters if they wouldn’t mind doing the same, Dean whispered to her with his thoughts.

She laughed like a miniature brook gurgling across tiny rocks. ~Master, you ask us to do what we would do for you and your love anyway!~ She leapt from his finger, reforming into a tiny drop, and swirled off into the air. The rest of the droplets started doing the same, weaving shimmering liquid patterns, glittering in the warm light of the candle-filled bathroom.

Damn, but Dean was glad this was the nice bathroom…the one that didn’t normally get used because it was upstairs away from everyone’s bedrooms. Neat, clean, large, and well decorated. The centerpiece was a marble tub that was deep enough and long enough for him to stretch out full length with room to spare and be completely underwater, and the taps in the corner instead of on one side so that you could lie down in either direction…or share. Yes, this was the good bathroom, which never got used. The ones that got used were just normal bathrooms, with normal shower stalls. He had to share the bathroom nearest to his bedroom with Imiel and it showed. Why couldn’t he have wound up sharing with Aere? Aere was fastidious, didn’t leave beer cans in the bathroom, and didn’t steal his conditioner…

“Dean, they look like stars, or fireflies, or…or…they’re beautiful,” Nelon gasped, turning in his arms to get a better look at the sparkling play of the water sprites.

“I thought you’d like it,” Dean murmured, nibbling on Nelon’s ear. Internally, he thought, Can I do romantic or what! Go me!

Dean brushed Nelon’s neck with soft lips, twining his fingers into Nelon’s as Nelon leaned back against him and settled their combined hands on Nelon’s chest. For now, Dean was keeping his hands and mouth north of the waterline until he got a definitive signal from Nelon that more than just cuddling was on his agenda. His empathy was sending him indications that Nelon was indeed inclined in that direction—well, indications was really too mild a word for them, as they seemed to skip his brain entirely and shoot straight to his groin every time he nuzzled Nelon’s neck. If Nelon had had any questions about Dean’s feelings on the matter, they were undoubtedly cleared up by the erection pressing into the base of his spine. It was taking a great deal of self control for Dean to keep from pulling Nelon closer and a bit more upright so that he could slide between Nelon’s tight little buttocks…

Dean bit gently down on that sensitive spot on Nelon’s neck, and the wave of pleasure that slammed into him made him gasp. Nelon’s eyes were half closed, and he was easing their intertwined right hands slowly down his chest towards the water. Dean shivered as the last of the wave rippled over him. If this was doing this to him by proxy, what was it doing to Nelon?

Dean’s question was answered seconds later as his hand and Nelon’s slipped under the water, and Nelon wrapped Dean’s fingers, along with his own, around his cock with a very demanding squeeze. That qualified as a definitive signal in Dean’s book. Unfortunately, it also sent a tidal wave of ecstasy washing over Dean. He actually grayed out, and it took him a few disorganized seconds to realize that he’d done what he was trying not to do earlier—scream, climax, and pass out. Nelon was straddling his hips, shaking him and asking what he’d done wrong. It took Dean a few moments to find the part of his brain that concerned speech so he could answer him.

“No…nothing, chibilet…you did nothing wrong…oh, gods, chibilet, that was the best orgasm of my life…I don’t think my legs work anymore…” Dean moaned.

Nelon gave him a confused blinky face. “How…I didn’t do…I mean…that wasn’t enough, was it?”

Dean forced himself to keep from melting into a boneless puddle and slumping down under the water, and pummeled his brain into functionality. “I’m an empath, chibilet. Not much of one, normally, but physical contact helps, and water amplifies the hell out of it. Everybody in this house except for you and me is allergic to actually talking about their feelings. That’s where Dean the Mindreader comes in. How do you think I always know when Aere’s bottling something he ought to be talking about or when Imiel’s on the verge of punching someone in the face and needs some serious cool-off time? So, when I touched you in all this water, I felt your pleasure. It was a little on the, er, intense side. I wasn’t expecting it because I haven’t had sex in a bathtub, especially a bathtub full of salt water, in a verrrrry long time.” Dean blushed a bit with that last sentence. Truth be told, he hadn’t had sex, period, in a very long time and certainly not since he had come into his full powers. That had probably helped a lot.

Nelon’s mouth formed a silent “O” of understanding that made Dean think some very dirty thoughts. As those dirty thoughts coursed through his brain, he looked down. Oh, goodie, he’s still hard…what the fuck?! So am I! Well damn, that’s never happened before…

Nelon looked down to see what Dean was looking at so intently. Dean reached down under the water and gave himself a good squeeze. His penis reported active and ready, willing, and able for duty. Nelon blinked at it (he was doing that an awful lot tonight) and muttered, “Wait, I thought that after…um…it’s supposed to…er…”

“It usually does, chibilove, but apparently you’re something special, because that’s never happened before,” Dean said, withdrawing his hand. Dean was also starting to figure out from Nelon’s speech patterns that his chibilet was a virgin, which was damn unfair to the rest of the world because the boy was too pretty to be eighteen and still a virgin. It also meant that this was a lot more special than just a bit of Valentine’s Day romance. Dean was big believer that someone’s first time should be as phenomenal as possible. So…

Dean sat up, glad to see that his spine had returned from the vacation that that fabulous orgasm had sent it on. He pressed a dripping wet finger to Nelon’s lips, enjoying the trickle of warm delight it sent through the both of them. “I have an idea, chibi-Nelon-love. You lie back…”

Nelon did so obediently while Dean got his knees under him so that he was kneeling instead of sitting. Dean smiled his Super Sexy Siren Smile™ at him again, and dove underwater. It took him less than a second to find his target. He flicked out his tongue, tasting the bath salts in the water (along with some, er, other things), and caressed the very tip of Nelon’s penis. It twitched gratifyingly, and sent a swirl of pleasure through Dean. Not as much, though, because of the lessened physical contact. Dean had been counting on that. He caressed Nelon’s inner thigh with two trailing fingers, feeling the soft wash of sensation trace its way through both of them. Oh yes, this was going to work out fantastically…

Dean felt Nelon’s hands tangle in his hair as he flicked out his tongue again, along with the familiar splash of silky warmth rolling over him. Hmm…well, hopefully, Nelon wouldn’t pull too hard on it when he came. Having been on the receiving end of reality behind the old joke about what one calls multiple long braids on an attractive person (the answer is “handlebars,” “leashes,” or “reins,” depending on whom one talks to), Dean sincerely prayed not. He’d had one partner who took the joke far too seriously and had damn near scalped him. That had been the last time he’d screwed that asshole, and he’d laid down a strict “don’t touch my hair in bed” rule after that. Nelon didn’t know that rule, and Dean wasn’t going to spoil the mood by coming to the surface to tell him. Besides, spending a few days with a sore scalp was worth it for making this special for his chibilove.

Dean hadn’t gotten a very good look at Nelon’s equipment before this, as the water was murky with bath salts and came up to just past his navel when he was sitting up. Dean began gently exploring it with his fingertips and tongue, tracing and memorizing every ridge and curve. He didn’t dare take more than the tip into his mouth, for fear that when one of those waves of near-orgasmic bliss hit him he’d bite down. But the soft brushes of lips, tongue, and fingertips on Nelon’s sensitive cock, combined with the gentle pulses of the water around it as Dean started using his abilities to pleasure Nelon, seemed to be doing the job just fine. Hell, they were doing the job just fine on Dean, and Dean hadn’t managed to get so much as a quick stroke in since he’d started this. He groaned underwater; his empathic connection getting stronger and steadier with each passing moment. I’d have drowned by now if I weren’t a water master—with the way this feels, though, I would’ve died happy.

Dean was starting to get flashes of what Nelon was seeing as well as feeling. Candlelight flowing across tile, molten gold on marble. Sparks of liquid light increasing the pace of their complicated dance to his sharpening cries and moans. Tendrils of water trailing slow kisses across his chest, over his nipples, around his neck. Long strands of blue hair swirling like seaweed between his fingers and across his legs as his hands closed convulsively on them, trying not to pull. The long, slender, pale body half-hidden under the murky water and long hair that was giving him so much pleasure, bringing him to heights he’d never reached on his own, coaxing him with an expert’s touch almost to orgasm and then letting him cool down as he diverted his attentions to his inner thigh, the back of his knee, the curve of his body where his leg met his buttocks, then back to the soft brushes across his too-aroused erection that were driving him wild.

Dean was barely managing to keep a hold of his own body, his own feelings in this torrential waterfall of rapture. Nelon felt everything so strongly…if he didn’t complete this soon, he was going to lose himself in Nelon’s ecstasy. So, as Nelon crescendoed towards orgasm again, this time, Dean didn’t ease off, didn’t stop. This time, he cupped Nelon’s balls with one hand, kneading them gently, used his other hand to stroke Nelon’s shaft, and took his tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Dean could feel it…he could feel it…his own body was responding to Nelon’s orgasm before Nelon even had it. No…no…he forced his own climax back, forced himself to concentrate…Nelon was teetering on the edge, he needed a tiny push…something special…

Dean formed a slim tendril of water with his powers, thinner than his fingers and infinitely more pliant, pushed it carefully inside Nelon’s body, and sent it looking for something…something…

It found it. It pushed against that magic spot, just inside of Nelon’s body, and with that tiny bit of pressure pushed him over the edge into a screaming orgasm.

Dean’s body convulsed with Nelon’s pleasure. He felt the first spurts of his own hard second orgasm as Nelon’s release poured into his mouth. He swallowed quickly…he had to, before he lost the motor control he needed for swallowing. This time he really did pass out.

****

Dean woke up with his head on Nelon’s lap. He realized a few things: first, that his legs really weren’t working this time, and he didn’t think he’d be able to walk for a good bit. Second, that the water level was considerably lower than it had been; there was only an inch or two of water left in the tub. Third, it was very, very dark in the bathroom. He could see faint light coming from under the door, so he could conclude that he had not literally been fucked blind. Therefore, the candles must be out.

Dean coughed twice to get the last of the water out of his lungs, and whispered, “So, was it as good for you as it was for me?”

Nelon laughed at him. Dean managed a weak chuckle.

“Chibilove, could you get the lights, as the candles seem to be out and I have a sneaking suspicion as to why?”

Nelon hummed faintly, and Dean heard the light switch click over near the door. The single still-functional light flickered drunkenly on and continued to hiccup irregularly. The rest of the light bulbs had blown out. The mirror over the sink was cracked. There was water all over the floor, the walls, oh gods, even the ceiling. Their clothes were soaked. The towels were soaked. The candles were soaked. The book was soaked. The glass that Nelon had brought in to hold cider was shattered. The bottle of sparkling cider seemed to have jetted halfway across the room on sheer carbonation alone. The jar of bath salts, by some miracle, was fine. The sturdy marble of the tub and tiling seemed to have lived through the assault without a scratch.

“Well, lover, when you rock somebody’s world, you don’t do it half-assed,” Dean commented weakly. He could sense pleasantly dazed water spirits in the puddles on the floor. Damn, he even made the undines spooge, Dean thought. At least they weren’t going to be pissy with him after this. He’d been worried about that.

Nelon looked at him with huge worried eyes. “Are you mad at me?”

He just gave me the best sexin’ I have ever had in my entire life, and he asks me if I’m mad about minor property damage that we can probably fix for less than Imiel’s boots cost. “No, chibilet, I’m not mad at you. I caused this, after all, and I’m taking it as a compliment.”

Nelon beamed at him. Dean melted inside.

Dean flexed his toes experimentally. Nope. No dice. His legs were still not listening to him. Oh well. Dean pushed himself halfway up with one arm and pulled Nelon halfway down with the other one for a kiss. Mmmm. Good kiss. He could forgive Nelon all the explaining he was going to have to do to the others as to why the nice bathroom was completely trashed, as long as Nelon kept kissing him like this.

Nelon pulled Dean the rest of the way up, kissing him hungrily and pushing back water-slicked blue hair from Dean’s face. Dean buried his fingers in Nelon’s quickly-drying blonde hair.

Maybe Valentine’s Day was good for something after all.

****

“Hey, chocolate!” Bastien exclaimed, shaking out his snowy cloak and throwing it onto a chair. Aere gave Bastien a look of disgust at his carelessness as he tried to get the frost fairies he’d somehow picked up out in the woods out of his hair—literally. They were painting little ice hearts on his cheeks. Imiel turned red with suppressed laughter every time he looked at Aere and his little winged friends.

“It’s got nametags. Looks like Nelon’s handwriting, with the little hearts dotting the i’s and inside of all the a’s,” Bastien picked up the small package with his name on it and slid his frost-fogged glasses down his nose to look at the wrapper. “Oh! It’s my favorite!”

“That was—snicker—nice of him,” Imiel choked out. Aere sighed, gave up on losing his uninvited guests, and sat down at the table, picking up the package with his name on it and opening it. Aere’s eyes went wide. With shaking fingers, he plucked a small, foil-wrapped cube from among its identical siblings in the box, peeled back the foil slowly, and put it in his mouth. Aere let out a sigh of pure bliss that was only a short step away from an orgasm. Imiel turned a shade of red that had nothing to do with suppressed laughter, and surreptitiously adjusted his pants.

“Uh, what’s that?” Imiel asked, pointing at the box.

“Mine is what it is, and you can’t have any,” Aere said, clutching the box to his chest.

“No, seriously, I’ve never seen that stuff before and I’m curious. I’m not gonna steal any from you,” Imiel said huffily. The nerve!

“It’s…a kind of chocolate,” Aere said reluctantly, as if calling the substance in his hands merely chocolate was an insult. ”It’s called MeltyKiss. You can only get it in winter, because even if it’s mage-shipped it’ll melt in summer. It melts completely at body temperature, so it’s liquid the second it hits your tongue.”

“I want some!” peeped one of the frost fairies in Aere’s hair.

“NO! Besides, it wouldn’t melt for you little ones anyway, so you wouldn’t enjoy it very much,” Aere grumped.

“Meany,” pouted the fairy, and painted a frowny face on his forehead.

Aere sighed, loudly, and ate another piece of the chocolate, savoring it slowly. Aere’s body temperature was low enough that he could actually feel it melt against his tongue, and he was making it very, very obvious that he was enjoying himself. Imiel had to do another pants adjustment.

Imiel reached for the bottle with his name on it. If it was what he thought it was…woot! Dark chocolate liqueur, none of that wussy milk chocolate shit for him. He opened up the bottle, sniffed it appreciatively, took a swig for good luck, then poured himself a mug and plopped it in a pan of water on the stove to heat.

Then a drop of water landed in his pan. Imiel looked up. There was a HUGE wet spot on the ceiling. Water was dripping out of the center of it. There could only be one explanation for water damage in this household.

“DEAN! You fucking water-manipulating smartass, get your butt down here and FIX THIS SHIT!”

Up on the stairs, Azure laughed. Today had been a good, good Valentine’s Day.