Crossed

Title: Crossed
Summary: After Kalas betrays the group you find Lyude and company tied up in the Interdimensional Rifts. Well how long does it take Xelha and the rest of the group to rescue Lyude? And what happens during then?
Pairing: Kalas/Lyude
Rating NC-17
Warnings: M/M non-conish Anal bondage PWP AU (kind of)

A/N: I would have had this up before but there was no Baten Kaitos area and I was too afraid to ask…

A/N: For some reason I like doing PWP in the first person, that pattern will continue here. (Lyude)

AND REMEMBER Kalas is CRASSSSSY

Also Note: Some of the words Lyude uses are a bit proper but that’s because he’s a bit proper to, but of course some of the words are blunt, because he’s horny! >_<

Crossed

I don’t know how long I’ve been hanging here, I truthfully don’t remember what happened after Kalas betrayed us. I don’t want to think, I want it all to be a dream. I want to be back in Alfard, back in Mintaka, before Almarde…

I will not lie; it’s just something that I can’t do, I care for two people in this world more then anyone else. The first is Almarde she raised me, acted as my mother with no less the love.

But the other…

I will not lie, but I won’t say the truth, that’s allowed, right?

It must have been a day at least since I’ve last eaten, since I last saw him. I hate him so much right now, but even to this very moment the thought of him sends a rush of blood to my loins. I know it’s wrong; he’s a traitor, a guy no less.

I love him.

I love him and he left, he went away to destroy the world, to destroy me. This feeling won’t go away, this feeling that it was my fault. I know it’s not, I know that I’m not so important that because of his hatred towards me he left. But I still feel dirty, my heart still hurts. At the moment I don’t care if I live or die.

The door opened, that cursed gate that’s been closed since I’ve been here. It’s the rest of the group, they must have escaped. I fight my bonds once more, so I can help them with the guardian. But he doesn’t appear. What could have happened? It was suppose to jump out and attack, surprise them, but it does not appear.

It’s him.

Why is he here? Have the others already been rescued? Am I to be taken away? Gods let it be true, let him take me away and never look back. I want to leave this prophecy behind, this curse, and just go.

He’s coming closer with those beautiful, dark, pure white wings extended out of his back. His pace is very slow, torturous until he comes to the point that I can almost clearly see him. The doors slide shut behind him and we’re alone. Even though I can’t really see I can tell he’s wearing different cloths, I just can’t get what they look like. Finally he steps forward and I gape. I can tell what he’s wearing, or lack of.

Now he’s standing in front of me. I look down at his body for a quick second and blush, I knew for the most part what to expect.

I had, in Anuenue, seen him bathing in one of the many rivers. The water level was just a bit below his waist so I had full view of his perfect torso, the liquid gently fell down the valleys produced by his muscles, and a light sheen covered the entirety of his body, causing him to look like a god. I said I won’t lie and I won’t. I watched him, in silence, and felt my loins grow hot. When he turned I could see his perfectly sculpted back and the top of his also perfect buttocks. His upper body was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. For many nights those few moments of beauty were the source of my wet dreams.

But nothing is compared to this.

His body is so close to mine, almost touching. I can feel his breath against my skin. This smell, it’s intoxicating. I’m getting hard, harder then before. All I can do is blush in shame.

Gentle, strong fingers raise my head, so me eyes are level with his. I can see the insanity, the power inside of them. I can feel that power pulsing throughout him, the power of a god. But, at the same time, I can see an understanding and something I’ve longed for, acceptance. The fingers begin exploring my face, they grazed over my cheeks and down my neck causing me to shutter in ecstasy. My eyes were closed when they touched my lips and moved back to feel through my hair.

I gasp when he kisses me.

It is long and needy. His arms wrapped around my neck as his lips take complete control over mine. For awhile he stands there, barely moving, only a giving a slight action to show his dominance over me. His cock is hot and heavy against my thigh, and the sheer size of it makes me moan into his mouth. He swallows them, his tongue now moving into mine. Slowly he begins to grind his hips, brushing himself over my own hard on. My own body responded before my mind could, greeting his motions with mirror images.

All too soon he broke away. I give out a small whimper, I need to touch him. His face is lighted with a small, coy smile, and his hands move to open my jacket.

Suddenly a realization hits me. I can’t do this. He’s the enemy. I begin to struggle against my bonds, I need to escape I can’t let this happen.

“Kalas, stop.” I should know it’s useless, he doesn’t care.

Like I thought he doesn’t recognize my pleas and continues undoing my jacket. Once he is finished he pushes it open, the only way to take it off is if he is to release me, which I doubt is going to happen.

“Please Kalas, release me.”

I keep my voice steady and strong, but again he ignores it.

Slowly he slides down to his knew and, before I realize what’s going on, he begins to nuzzle my crotch. I am forced to gasp as his face rubs against me, and I give a little cry as he begins to mouth me through the cloth. His tongue grazes against me, making the fabric wet and me needier.

When he opens my fly it sounds as though stones are cracking. My member is released, but I know what he wants and try as he might these pants are a bitch to get off. I can’t help but smile a little; maybe these complications will give me enough time for the others to some and stop this.

But, as much as I don’t want this to happen, I don’t want the others to see it more. What if they saw? What if Xelha saw? I know she’s in love with him, and if…

No it’s better for them to never come, It would be better if they just left me here for eternity.

I can feel the air between my legs and look down. Impossible, it takes me a good ten minutes to get those off. How could he? Suddenly he’s standing, rubbing him self against me.

“Lyude,” He whispers, “let me show you.” I gulp; I have no idea what he means. What’s he going to show me? “Let me show my power, let me share it with you.”

My struggles begin again. What ever he means, it has to do with that cursed god, and I want no part of it. As he lifts my legs I struggle more. I can feel his tip against me, and I brace myself for the amount of pain that is sure to follow. I know the dynamics; he hasn’t even bothered to prepare me.

But there isn’t any pain. It makes no sense, I know. It only feels good, so good. He’s standing there with only the head in and I can already feel the pleasure course through my veins, pleasure that’s supposed to be impossible pain. At the moment all I can do is moan.

Slowly he pushes more of himself in me. I can feel him stretching me. This is supposed to hurt, and I still don’t understand why it feels so good. After an agonizing forever he is sheathed with in me. Both of us are panting, my own cock is begging to be touched.

“Kalas...” I beg, and he looks up to me. Once again he kisses me, slow and passionate. At the same time he eases his way out of me, only to slide back in at a quicker pace. This time he rubs against that sweet spot deep inside me, causing me to whimper and close my legs around his waist. My arms strain against their bonds, I want to touch, and have him hold me.

Now he begins a steady pace, delving deep within me. Every thrust he strikes my prostate, and every time he makes me moan and whimper. Both of us are covered in a fine sheen of sweat, I can feel it trickle down his arms and onto my hips. My eyes are closed, enjoying this feeling of him inside me, claiming me, even though it is forbidden.

“Can’t you feel it Lyude, the power?”

I can, I feel this power he holds, this god’s power, on him. It’s everywhere, in his eyes, on his arms, and now, inside of me. I cannot fight it, but now I don’t want to. I just want Kalas, and if this awful power comes with him I will accept it.

He’s grunting and moaning now, forcing himself deeper and harder. He’s causing this whole thing to intensify, to build up higher so the fall is greater, he’s using this god’s power on me, it’s everywhere now, on him and on me. The restraints holding my arms back break and I grab hold of him. I wrap myself around his body and grasp his hair; our bodies are finally close, so close to the end.

His actions are becoming more desperate, more aggressive, as am I. I meet his every thrust, I cry out every time. We are almost there, almost at the top of this mountain. And for a few moments before we fall off the edge everything intensifies, the sounds, smells, tastes, sights, and feelings grow until they consume me and cause me to cling onto Kalas desperately so I will not be taken from him.

Finally we make it. His essence covers my insides as my own covers our bodies, now we are both marked by each other, a mark I will never forget. For a small while we are frozen, captured pictures in the height of our pleasure.

Afterwards I slump against his body, our breaths are ragged, and he lowers my feet to the ground. I had no idea how much he had left inside of me until his member slides out of me. The feeling of his cum trickling down my thighs causes me to moan once more in pleasure. I fall back against the cross that held me and look up at him.

“Kalas.” I breathe.

He smiles down at me, “Now you will never forget.” He says with confidence before turning and walk out, the doors opening and closing for him.

I don’t understand what he means, but one thing that is positive is that I need to get myself cleaned up before the others arrive.