Tales of Matrimonia

It was a bright and sunny morning at the Fabre household. Luke fon Fabre was really bored because he was forbidden to leave the manor after his kidnapping by Malkuth 7 years ago. He sighed, "Man, this sucks big time!"

"Ah, Luke, why such a long face this morning?" Master Van asked, "Ah, you must have learned about my leave for Daath soon."

Luke turned around and frowned. "Yeah, I know, Master Van, but I don't want you to leave. I want you to train me!" he complained, feeling abandoned.

Van laughed as he approached the youth. "There's plenty of time for that now. Ah, let's get started now, shall we?"

Luke smirked. He was up for some really intense training today.

"Ready your sword, Luke," he said, drawing his, "Would you like to practice with the dummies before fighting me?"

Luke shook his head. "I wanna fight you now, Master!" he declared, raising his sword! "HIYAHHHHH!" He charged at Van.

Van chuckled as he skillfully parried Luke's rush attack, disarming him and knocking him onto the House Fabre steel emblem.

Luke cried out as he was sent flying. He landed on his back. ~Damn it! How could he block me like that?~ Luke wondered as he struggled to get back up. Once up, he dove for his sword, rolled, jumped into fighter stance, and charged again, but at a different angle. ~I'll get him for sure, this time!~

~Interesting, how quickly he got his sword back with a dive like that…~ Van thought, blocking Luke's attack again, but not throwing him to the ground. "Luke, are you tense about something?" he asked, noticing how tightly Luke was clutching his sword.

Luke didn't know how to respond to this. For a moment, he stood frozen.

"You're doing nothing that we practiced from last time," Van further noted, "You seem almost tense about something. Do I need to have you do pre-training stretches again?"

Luke didn't know what to do. ~I… I wanna tell Master Van not to leave, but how can I?~ Luke was lost in thought.

Van smiled handsomely and lowered his sword. "No, there's no need to push you so." He moved behind Luke and wrapped his arms around him, placing his hands on Luke's, on the sword. "Now…" he explained in a very calm tone, "…when you see an opponent swinging down, like I was, try swinging upward to disarm them. Put all of your might into it, but do not drop your guard. Don't swing too high, or else it'll take you a longer time to bring your sword down for a parry. Be sure not to leave too many openings for the enemy."

Luke blushed as Van stood behind him, helping him handle the sword. "Ye-yeah, sure. Thanks, Master," he said, his face now a bright red.

"Most importantly, though…" Van lowered his head to Luke's ear and whispered, "Relax…"

Luke tried his best to loosen up, but he couldn't. ~Master Van is whispering in my ear. What… What am I gonna do?~ Luke tighten the grip on his sword.

Van shook his head and stood upright. "Is there something that's keeping you so tense, Luke?" he asked, the wise man that he was.

Luke got over the initial shock. "N-no! Nothing is, Master! I just can't concentrate right!" he cried, blushing at the words.

"Alright, then." Van got back into his fighter stance before Luke. "Loosen up and show me what I've taught you."

Luke couldn't move. ~I have to say it. It's now or never!~ Luke faced Van. "Master Van! I…" Luke started to sweat, unable to bring himself to say the words.

"Hm? What is it, Luke?" Van asked, "You're acting quite strangely today."

Luke pouted, his blush and sweat still visible. "Master Van, I… I love you!" he cried out, turning a darker red. "Please, don't leave to Daath! Don't abandon me here! Stay with me…" Luke looked down. "Forever…" he whispered.

Van's laugh thundered. "Ah, sorry…" he said after, "Is that all that was bothering you?" He sheathed his sword and wrapped his arms around Luke's waist. "Ah, Luke… You'll always be that adorably needy young man who I've helped your family watch over since you were rescued from Malkuth." The master stroked the redheaded bishie's long hair lovingly with a handsome smile upon his face.

Van's wrapping his arms around Luke’s waist caused the heating of the young Fabre’s face. He looked up at the man. "I've always been needy of you," he confessed shyly, stepping on his tippy-toes to give Van a kiss.

Van complied to Luke's need and stooped down, kissing the young Fabre's soft lips with those of his own.

Luke's face matched his hair in color as he kissed back. He wanted Van with a desperation that he’d never felt before. ~I'm never letting Master Van leave me again!~ he mentally vowed.

Van inserted his tongue in the kiss and explored the boy's mouth with desire.

Luke explored back. He loved the taste of his master. He moaned once, a nice deep moan. ~I need more…~ he thought.

Van reached behind Luke with his right foot and brought it back suddenly, kicking Luke's feet up and sending him back, catching him before he could fall to the ground. He then lowered Luke onto the grass.

Luke's blush now covered his entire face. ~This is it!~ he thought, psyching himself out prissily, ~This is when I lose my virginity to the man I love!~ He kissed Van passionately as he was lowered to the ground.

Still kissing his little one, Van unbuttoned Luke's jacket-thingy and opened it out, revealing the smooth flesh that covered the muscles of a youth who was dedicated to his training. "In that case, since you're so needy of me…" Van crooned, licking up and down Luke's hardened chest.

Luke moaned loudly as Van's hot, wet tongue passed along his hard abs. Even though he had abs, they were smooth and very sensitive to the touch. "Ahh! Master Van!" Luke cried, panting heavily.

"Yes, that's what I'll do…" Van chuckled as he undid his and Luke's pants, both erections immediately popping out. He then stripped off his heavy armor and leaned into Luke so that the undersides of their cocks rubbed against each other, then humped the young Fabre repeatedly, grunting the whole time.

Luke moaned as loudly as he could. "MASTER VAN!" he cried, beginning to sweat uncontrollably. ~Damn it! I want to taste him!~

"Hm… No, this is my being greedy… You're the needy one, after all…" Van lay back casually, his cock as hard as the Second Fonon. "Why don't you take what you want?" he suggested with a naughty smirk on.

Luke put on a determined face. "I'll get your cock in my mouth if it's the last thing that I do!" He moved over to Van in a very seductive way.

"My, aren't we feeling naughty today?" Van asked, "Well, it's all yours, Luke." He petted Luke's head as he came closer.

Luke smirked as he greedily took Master Van's cock into his mouth.

"Urgh… Ah, Luke… Yes…" Van growled as the boy violently took his erection, "You… sure are hungry… I always pictured you… with Guy…"

Luke slowly pulled back, making sure that his teeth slightly rasped Van’s dick. "I like Guy, but I don't love him." Luke blushed. "I love you, Master."

"I never thought I'd hear you say that to me," Van said, petting Luke more, "I love you, as well, Luke."

Luke lowered his head, unable to believe what Van had just said. ~Master Van just said that he loved me! This is too good to be true! I… I just can't believe it!~ he thought. He was so happy. ~I'm thinking like a giddy schoolgirl!~ Luke quested angrily; he wanted to do something but couldn't move.

"Luke? Are you alright?" Van asked, trying not to lose his erection.

Luke then smiled wickedly. "Hell yeah I am!" he said, moving towards Van and taking his erection into his mouth once again.

"Ah… If you say so…" Van grunted. He petted Luke's head encouragingly. "Heh… What a cute student I've taken a liking to…" he sighed, his insides knotting up.

Luke smirked to himself as he gently rasped his teeth against Van's erection. He was hungry for his Master's hot sperm.

Van spurted a bit of seed, just for Luke. "Luke…" he groaned, "I can only wonder… how you learned to do this… so… WELL!" He spurted again, quenching the young Fabre's thirst.

Luke swallowed the bits of seed that Van had managed to give him. He slowly pulled away again. "I learned that from Guy. He taught me a few things."

"Ah… How?" Van asked.

Luke smiled. "I asked him to show me. I wanted to use what I learned from him on you. That is…" Luke turned away and blushed, then continued, "…if you had loved me in return, which you do…"

Van chuckled. "That I do…" he said with a smile, "Alright, then show me what he taught you."

Luke gave Van a smirk. "You're on!" He pushed Van onto the grass and took his erection into his mouth again. He slid his tongue around the erection and nibbled on the erection's head.

"A-ah!" Van threw his head back as the adorable bishie of a student suddenly went hardcore on him, hungrily devouring his cock. "Guy… He's a good teacher…" he commented. His mind was filling with bursts of light and heat as he went deeper into euphoria.

Luke smiled. He was determined to get Van to come in his mouth. He grabbed Van's balls and massaged them lightly, still working the erection in his mouth.

Van was losing himself quickly. "Luke… Going to come… soon!" he groaned, that knot tying up more.

Luke picked up his pace. He wanted Van to come inside of his mouth SO badly. Any moment now…

"Luke… L-LUKE!" Van finally reached his climax, that knot suddenly ripping apart. His semen sprayed like a thick jet along the young Fabre's tongue, filling his mouth up to when it was hard for Luke to swallow it all, some of it seeping out of his mouth and rolling down his chin.

Luke happily swallowed the semen, though with some difficulty. Some more of the semen rolled down his chin, but he didn't care. He then licked off the semen from Van's erection, smiling happily. "I told you I'd get you to come, Master!" he said with semen still dripping from his mouth.

"Yes… Yes, you did, and you did an excellent job, Luke…" Van said complimentarily, "…but who do you think taught Guy how to give oral?"

Luke shrugged. "Who knows? What matters is that I gave you one hell of an orgasm~" he sang, smirking.

"True…" Van leaned forward and kissed his student's lips. "I taught Guy, so technically, I taught you. To have felt such a powerful orgasm, I'd expect no less from my pupil."