Oh I will walk among your dreams
When you think you are asleep
The invitation of your mind
Beckons me to your sin...
...And I will worm inside your skull
Make you beg to be my whore
Do my bidding day and night
If you can take it and survive.
--Danzig, "Possession"
Derek stood at the window of his bedroom, looking out across the courtyard
and rolling green of the grounds and trying not to think of the recent
discussions. Nick had driven into San Francisco to see if he could talk
Philip into coming back -- at least for a little while, until the current
problem had been dealt with. He wasn't sure he wanted Philip to know about
the darker things lurking in his family tree -- or in his soul . . . But, on
the other hand, Philip was the best equipped if there actually was a way to
fight it.
_If we can fight it,_ he thought uncomfortably, returning to his bed. _My
gott, now I understand . . ._ Unbidden, images rose in his mind of seductions
carried out by William Sloan and Jonathan Boyle, his eager body responding to
their caresses and soft murmurs with desperate hunger. He never had been
celibate -- it had almost become a joke among his team that every woman with
a past connection to the Legacy had it through Derek's bedroom -- but he
hadn't mentioned that he hadn't limited himself to the opposite sex. Nick and
Philip, of course, knew this, but he suspected they both thought it had been
a recent development . . .
The whole subject brought up memories he would rather not remember; he had
refused to think about it during Sloan's explanation to Nick, and especially
after, when he was with Nick. But now, in the relative safety of his own
room, he allowed himself to remember . . .
It was 1973 and Derek was on a dig in the Near East for one of his college
archaeology courses. It was the first dig he'd been on where he wasn't
accompanied by a chaperone of one kind or another. Instead, he was free to do
what he wanted, and what he wanted more than anything else was to be with his
teacher . . .
The teacher and temporary supervisor of the dig was young for an archaeology
professor, but he had a great deal of experience with the subject from
working with his father and uncle. He was tall and powerfully built, with
darkly tanned skin and glossy raven-black hair, and just looking at him took
Derek's breath away . . .
And Derek knew that the man liked him -- he was constantly praising Derek's
work and calling him his favourite student. There were times when Derek
looked up from his notes to see his teacher studying him, watching his every
move longingly.
When the teacher asked him if he would be able to join the dig he leapt at
the chance, partially because he loved archaeology, but mainly because it
meant he'd be around the man in a less formal setting.
He had finally gathered his courage -- it had been a good day on the dig
with the discovery of some pot sherds that indicated they were on the right
track; his self-confidence was boosted by the discovery -- and went to the
teacher's tent after everyone had turned in for the night.
"Excuse me," he said after knocking gently on the door-frame, "Mr. Arkadi,
may I talk to you for a minute?"
The man opened the tent flap and smiled down at Derek. "Derek, come in --
and please, call me Victor." When he let the tent flap fall back after Derek
entered, he allowed his hand to brush Derek's shoulder -- just barely -- all
the time carefully observing Derek's reaction.
The younger man shivered slightly, and even in the uneven light of the
battery-powered lantern, Arkadi could see the colour rise in his cheeks.
Arkadi put on his most charming smile and asked, "Can I get you anything,
Derek? Water, some wine, perhaps? You don't drink beer like so many of the
other students, do you?"
Derek looked up at him and Arkadi could see the nervousness in his face, in the way his teeth worried at the inside of his lovely lower lip. "No, I don't -- not usually, at least. I--" A hard swallow, then, and Arkadi could see him weighing the options. "Water would be fine, Mr. Ar-- Victor."
Arkadi smiled again and said, "Water it is, then." While he poured two cups, he allowed himself to feel a tiny thrill of victory at Derek's use of his first name. Then he handed one cup to Derek and said, "You've got quite a talent there, Derek. You've made the best finds here, so far, and it seems to come so easily to you . . ."
"Thank you," Derek said, the blush deepening.
"How do you do it?" Arkadi asked softly, with genuine interest in his tone.
Derek looked uncomfortably nervous all of a sudden and Arkadi realized he might be pushing a little too hard, but then Derek seemed to come to a decision. "I'm not really sure," he answered, "I just -- *felt* that was the right place . . ."
"Well," Arkadi said, rapidly making mental notes, "Here's to hoping you feel more of the same tomorrow!" He raised his cup in a toast to Derek, who smiled and raised his own cup in response.
_Victory number two,_ Arkadi thought, then asked, "So, Derek, you said you wanted to talk to me -- what can I help you with?"
Suddenly the nervousness was back, but as Arkadi watched the emotions race through Derek's hazel eyes he could see the longing gradually winning over the fear. Finally, Derek put his cup down on the small table and walked to stand before Arkadi.
"It's -- complicated," Derek began quietly, "You see . . . there's someone I like -- a lot -- but I'm worried that it may be inappropriate . . ." Then, very tentatively, he reached out and stroked Arkadi's arm, feeling the muscles beneath the thin cotton shirt. "You see," Derek whispered, "He's one of my teachers."
_Victory number three . . ._ Arkadi thought, feeling his pulse quicken as Derek's tentative caress grew more sure. "Ah -- I see . . ." He met Derek's shy gaze and smiled seductively, then said, "And you're worried that a relationship could possibly influence how that teacher grades you?"
Derek swallowed and nodded but didn't remove his hand. Instead, he slid his fingertips along Arkadi's collarbone, then moved to the buttons of his shirt. "I wouldn't worry about that, Derek -- I think that the teacher is probably professional enough to separate his working and his personal life . . ."
"I'm glad . . ." Derek whispered, unbuttoning the shirt with trembling hands. He reached inside and gently stroked the planes of Arkadi's lightly furred chest, meeting the older man's rapidly heating gaze with a shy look. As he stroked over a nipple, Arkadi drew in a quick breath and arched into his touch slightly. Suddenly Derek was lost. He wanted to feel the man's hands on him -- anywhere, everywhere. Arkadi could see the spark of hunger suddenly light the hazel eyes, turning the longing into desperate desire and transforming the nervous young man into a beautiful, sexual being.
Arkadi leaned back in his chair, allowing Derek to do whatever he wanted; waiting to see exactly how far he would go to get what he so obviously desired. When Derek saw the bulge in his khaki trousers, Arkadi was pleased to hear the quiet gasp before he licked his lips. He noted that the hands that dove to unbuckle his belt were no longer trembling, and there was no more fear in the hazel eyes.
As Derek unzipped the trousers and opened them as much as he could, Arkadi
tried to control his breathing. He had hoped for this for quite some time,
and the young man had come to him instead of the way he had expected it to
go. He couldn't allow the triumph he felt to show on his face, so instead he
concentrated on the sensations Derek was sending through him. There was time
enough for gloating later...
Derek licked his lips again, seeing the erection straining against Arkadi's
cotton briefs. He pulled the waistband of the briefs down and for a moment
merely stared at the thick, dark cock that practically leapt out at him. The
part of his mind that wasn't overwhelmed with lust noted that Arkadi's tan
didn't stop where swim-trunks would be, his skin a warm golden brown
everywhere but much, much warmer -- there.
He stroked the length of the thick cock before he dove into Arkadi's briefs
to gently squeeze his heavy balls. Arkadi groaned and shifted in the chair,
making it easier for Derek to continue his ministrations. He saw Derek lick
his lips again, then suddenly the younger man was kneeling before him, those
luscious lips and tongue gently dancing along the length of his cock. This
time the groan was much deeper in his throat and the jolt of pleasure made
his cock leap, almost startling Derek. He couldn't help chuckling slightly,
but a series of gentle nips and nibbles made him gasp and arch back in the
chair again.
Derek licked up and down his length, the tip of his tongue dancing into the
slit and lapping up beads of precum. Having spent time in Europe while he was
growing up, Derek had a healthier attitude about sex than many Americans his
own age. He had made certain he knew what two men did together before he
approached Arkadi -- always better to be prepared and know what one is
dealing with, he had decided. But no amount of reading or sneaking peeks at
dirty movies had prepared him for the reality of having a hot cock in his
mouth with the warm musky scent of his lover rising around him and fogging
his senses . . .
He opened his mouth and swallowed as much of Arkadi's cock as he could
manage, disappointed when he realized he couldn't deep throat the whole
length. He continued to gently squeeze the heavy balls, and moved the other
hand to encircle the base of Arkadi's shaft, making up for what he couldn't
reach. The ragged moan that came from the older man told him he was
definitely doing something right so he continued; licking and sucking,
squeezing and pumping. His own cock was achingly hard, trapped in his
trousers and throbbing with need, but he reminded himself that this came
first -- and couldn't help smiling at the inadvertent joke.
For the first time since Derek had entered the tent Arkadi raised his hand
to touch him, stroking the soft brown hair and traveling down the tense jaw.
Softly, he said, "Relax, Derek. Relax and it will be easier . . ." He smiled
as Derek complied, feeling his warm, wet mouth slide down that much further.
Again a ragged moan escaped him, and this time he couldn't keep still. He
began to move in his chair, thrusting into Derek's mouth but trying to keep
from choking him. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the younger man,
especially when everything he had done so far had felt so good . . .
He let himself think of what he wanted to do next, and lust exploded through
his body, sending molten fire through his veins. It was all he could do to
keep from pulling Derek down on his cock and raping that luscious mouth. He
felt his balls draw up and knew that there was no stopping now, but didn't
warn Derek, again waiting to see what he would do.
When Arkadi started thrusting, Derek found himself no longer tensing up as
the hot flesh filled his mouth. Instead he felt a sudden flash of lust,
blinding like lightning in the night sky. Suddenly he could swallow all of
the thick shaft and did so eagerly. He could sense the pleasure he was giving
Arkadi, feel the impending explosion drawing nearer. The older man was
stroking his hair now, and he could feel the hands trembling, the desire to
grab barely restrained. He increased the intensity of his sucking, wanting to
destroy Arkadi's control completely.
"Ooohgod, Derek," Arkadi moaned, and suddenly he lost the fight against the wild desires inside him. One hand pulled Derek's head down the rest of the way, the other braced him on the chair. He groaned raggedly and thrust up into the willing mouth, and suddenly he was coming. Derek eagerly swallowed as jets of hot cum flooded his mouth -- there was still some kind of tenuous link, and he could feel how much pleasure he had caused Arkadi. When the spasms subsided, he released the softening shaft and carefully licked it clean. He could tell Arkadi was leaning back in the chair, watching his every move as he caught his breath. When he was done, he sighed and leaned his head in Arkadi's lap, and smiled as the older man resumed stroking his hair.
"That was magnificent," Arkadi purred a few moments later, sitting up
straighter and taking Derek by the shoulders. He helped Derek stand, and
noticed the insistent bulge in the younger man's trousers. "Most impressive,"
he murmured, reaching out to squeeze and knead Derek's erection through the
trousers.
He gracefully rose to his feet and took Derek's chin in one hand, turning
his head so that he could look into the hazel eyes. "Tell me what you want,
sweet one."
"I want you . . ." Derek breathed, nearly mesmerized by Arkadi's dark gaze.
"Oh God, I want you inside me . . ." He slid his arms around Arkadi inside
the open shirt and pulled them together in a desperate embrace, then nuzzled
against Arkadi's neck. Arkadi wrapped strong arms around him and kissed him
-- gently at first, but rapidly intensifying as he felt Derek's hunger in the
way the younger man moved against him.
He stroked down Derek's back, stopping when he reached the firm buttocks and Derek broke the kiss to gasp.
"Gods, yes!" Derek whispered, meeting his gaze with a hungry, pleading look.
Arkadi smiled and kneaded the firm muscles under his hands, feeling arousal begin to coil in his belly again as he thought of being Derek Rayne's first lover . . .
"You've never done this before, have you?" he asked, and the slight shake of Derek's head confirmed his suspicions. This was too good to be true, he mused, trying to imagine the look on Winston Rayne's face if he knew what his son was doing right now. His attention was suddenly reclaimed by Derek's kiss, and he let himself go with the sensations, practically picking the younger man up in his eagerness to get to the sleeping area of his tent.
"I don't think this would be very comfortable on my cot," Arkadi said, letting Derek go when he reached that area. "Why don't you undress, and I'll put some sheets and pillows down on the ground?" he suggested, although when Derek began unbuttoning his shirt he found he couldn't look away. Derek was slender and tall, his skin smooth and slightly tanned. Arkadi knew Derek was active and athletic, but he was not built up like the students who spent much of their spare time playing sports. Instead he had the long, lean look of a swimmer or gymnast -- or a classical Greek statue of a beautiful youth. Arkadi licked his lips, feeling arousal come thundering back as Derek unbuckled his belt and slid off his trousers, removed his shoes then shyly pulled off his briefs. "Magnificent," Arkadi murmured as Derek's erection sprang free of its cotton prison. For a young man barely out of his teens, Derek was impressively endowed.
Derek blushed again, feeling Arkadi's gaze on him. He could feel his blood pounding in his veins, the arousal nearly enough to drive him mad; and now, with his lover looking at him with such hunger, he wasn't sure he could wait for the makeshift bed. Arkadi smiled wryly and said, "Hold on a minute, Derek. You really don't want to do this on the sand -- don't worry, it won't be long now . . ."
Derek smiled in response, realizing what Arkadi was referring to, and asked, "Want me to help?"
The older man pulled the sheets from his cot and held one end out to Derek, then instructed, "Just spread these out flat. I have to get something." As Derek spread out the sheets, Arkadi went to the small cabinet he stored his toiletries in and peered at the shelves, finally smiling when his gaze settled on a small bottle of cinnamon scented massage oil. "Perfect," he breathed, plucking the bottle off the shelf and turning back to Derek, who had arranged the sheets and pillows, and was now sitting on the makeshift bed, looking as tense as a bowstring. "Aaah . . . don't worry, it won't be long now," Arkadi promised, putting the bottle of oil down on the table long enough to remove his disheveled clothing.
Derek stared hungrily at him, seeing his cock swelling and lengthening even as he stood there. When Arkadi knelt and joined him on the sheets, he reached out and gently stroked the length of it, shivering as he thought of what was to come.
"You want it, don't you, Derek?" Arkadi asked softly, his voice low and seductive and sending thrills through Derek at the sound of it. The younger man nodded, unable to find his voice, and lay back, giving Arkadi more room to get comfortable. "Now, I want you to know that this might hurt a little, but I will do everything I can to keep it from being too painful. I want you to enjoy this, and in order to do that, you'll need to relax . . ."
Derek nodded, understanding his words, but unable to actually make himself relax. Arkadi sighed softly and uncapped the bottle, pouring some of the oil into his hands. "All right, turn onto your stomach and I'll give you a backrub -- that will help you relax."
Derek complied, and Arkadi sat, straddling Derek's thighs so he could comfortably reach his back, then rubbed his hands together to warm the oil. When he placed his hands on the small of Derek's back, the younger man jumped slightly, then sighed as he began to knead. "Mmmn . . . very nice," Arkadi murmured as he stroked up and down the smooth skin. He could feel Derek relaxing quite rapidly and his cock began to harden again in anticipation. _Soon,_ he thought to himself, moving his hands lower to massage Derek's buttocks.
"Oooh . . ." Derek sighed, spreading his legs as much as he could with Arkadi sitting on them, ". . . that feels *good*."
"I'm glad," Arkadi purred, letting his thumbs dip into the crevice between
the firm cheeks, eliciting a gasp from Derek. "Aaah, yes . . ." He broke off
for a minute to retrieve the oil and dribbled some of it between Derek's
buttocks, then returned to the gentle kneading.
With every stroke, his thumbs drew closer to the puckered opening, Derek's
breathing growing shallower and quicker as Arkadi continued to gently tease
him. Finally, he stroked over Derek's anus with one thumb, feeling the twitch
in the muscles as the younger man gasped. Again and again he rubbed over the
opening until Derek was moaning and gently writhing beneath him. Then he
smiled and gently worked the tip of his thumb inside.
"Ohgott!" Derek gasped, his head coming up off the pillow as the gentle invader worked deeper. Now he was panting, his hips moving with the rhythm of Arkadi's strokes. "Yes . . ."
Arkadi smiled at the hunger overwhelming Derek, the beautiful slender body beneath him begging for its defiling. He worked the thumb deeper, pressing harder as Derek's moans grew louder.
"Oooohhhgott, please, more . . ." Derek groaned when Arkadi couldn't go any
further.
_Ask and ye shall receive,_ Arkadi thought, gently pulling his thumb free
and replacing it slowly with a finger. He could get deeper this way, and it
was obvious that Derek wanted that -- very much . . .
Arkadi smiled and climbed off Derek, settling so that he was at the best
angle to work his fingers deep. He sighed softly as Derek spread his legs
further the instant he could; and found himself licking his lips when Derek
writhed on the sheet, driving himself back further onto Arkadi's finger. With
little effort, a second finger joined the first, and Derek gasped with
surprise at the added sensation.
Derek hadn't expected the feeling of being stretched and filled to be quite so pleasurable, but instead it felt so good that he found he couldn't even think. He could feel the strength behind Arkadi's strokes, the thick fingers probing and plundering -- and reaching . . . Suddenly Arkadi pressed hard and Derek cried out as intense pleasure made stars explode behind his eyes.
"Gott!" he gasped, writhing and pressing back in an attempt to keep Arkadi from leaving the spot he'd found. "Please . . . more?"
Arkadi leaned down beside him and kissed his hair, licked away the sweat beading his brow. "You want me in you, don't you . . ." he purred, already knowing what the answer was. Derek was nearly desperate, his anus hungrily swallowing Arkadi's fingers and begging for more -- he was ready. But, Arkadi still wanted to make this entirely Derek's decision -- it would work out better that way in the long run, just in case he had need to defend himself at some point . . .
"Gott . . . yes, please, inside -- fuck me! Please . . ." Derek moaned, squirming to impale himself on the probing fingers even as Arkadi withdrew. Derek couldn't help whimpering at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but then Arkadi was kneeling behind him between his splayed legs, strong hands gripping his hips and lifting them slightly to shove a pillow under him improving the angle.
Then the velvet voice purred in his ear, "Relax . . ." and the hands gripped his hips again. A small thrill of fear went through him as he felt the head of Arkadi's cock nudge against his anus -- he briefly wondered when Arkadi had had the chance to lubricate his cock with the scented oil, but soon dismissed that question as the thick shaft began to press its way in. It was much bigger than the fingers had been, and he found himself panting in fear and almost-pain as the thick cock worked its way inside. Arkadi was trembling with the effort to go slowly, and Derek was trying to relax as much as he possibly could.
Suddenly a large hand worked its way underneath him and gripped his
semi-erect cock; gently began pumping and squeezing, and quite rapidly the
fear faded away in the wake of the pleasure that burned along his nerves.
"Relax, Derek . . ." Arkadi purred, kissing the nape of his neck and nibbling
his shoulder, all the while pumping Derek's cock and pressing deeper into
him. Sudden lust flared at the sight beneath him and he moaned, his cock
jolting within its warm haven. Derek gasped wordlessly and found himself once
again picking up on the sensations his lover felt -- the lust burned through
him leaving only hunger and desperation behind. He needed to feel all of his
lover, as deep as he could go -- now.
He pressed back on the invader, surprising Arkadi with the sudden move and
even more with the sensations of being completely coupled. _Oh -- *yes*!_
Arkadi thought, feeling the incredible tightness and heat gripping him. This
was perfect -- absolutely perfect.
_Oh my gott . . ._ Derek thought, lying beneath his lover feeling the throb of the thick organ inside him; the sensation of being stretched and filled so completely -- it was incredible, and nothing at all like he had expected it to feel. And, he knew from what he was picking up from his lover, this was only the beginning . . .
Arkadi began to move, a slow, gentle withdrawal followed by a sudden, sure penetration; repeated, repeated, the pace picking up when he felt no resistance to his moves; the hand on Derek's erection pumping in time with his thrusts. Derek writhed under him, meeting every thrust, trying to drive him as deep as possible. He smiled, knowing what the younger man was looking for, and changed the angle of his thrust so that his cock bumped into Derek's prostate.
The electric pleasure tore a surprised cry from Derek's throat and sent a jolt through his cock, and Arkadi knew he had the right place. Now the thrusts came faster and harder, driving deep into his lover who met him on every stroke. Pleasure spiralled around them, weaving them together in its spell -- overwhelming, glorious, nearly transcendent -- neither could remember changing positions, but now Derek found himself on his knees, with Arkadi driving hard into him, plundering his hungry ass. And now he was sitting back on Arkadi's hard cock as the older man wrapped his arms around him, holding him down, helpless, as he fucked him mercilessly.
Tears were streaming down Derek's cheeks as he moaned and begged for more, but instead of fisting his own cock and masturbating while Arkadi fucked him, he reached back and grabbed Arkadi's thighs, pulling the two of them as tightly together as he could. Suddenly the quality of Arkadi's thrusts changed, a new sense of desperation added to the heat, and the older man slid one hand down his sweaty torso to firmly grasp his aching cock. "This is it," Arkadi growled into his ear, nuzzling him and driving hard into him as he pumped the weeping cock in time with the punishing strokes. Derek couldn't even form words, the gasps and moans escaping his lips inarticulate sounds of pleasure that sent shivers of fire through Arkadi's blood.
It started somewhere deep inside, pressure building and building until Derek thought that he would explode, and suddenly he was. Ecstasy tore through his body, blinding him and wiping away his world in a nuclear blast, the only things left in the universe were the hot, hard cock spilling jets of cum deep inside him and his own almost agonizing orgasm. He thought he screamed, but he wasn't sure . . .
. . ."Oh *Gott*!" Derek cried, shooting awake in bed as he came, unable to stop himself until the last tremors had finally faded. Ashamed, he let go of his now-tender cock and grabbed some tissues to clean up. He knew that his yell would bring people running, and didn't want to have to explain that he had been having an erotic dream -- especially not when he thought of the subject of that dream . . . This was not good.
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