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WARNING for the faint of heart: This section contains a marginally consensual S&M scene. If this subject matter disturbs you, don't read it. If it doesn't disturb you, *enjoy*! ----------------------------------------
You, only you can make me feel this way tonight Inside I cry, I die in you tonight I in your eyes, all my heart, all I am in you You are the beauty in my world And you, only you can break me.
No one, no one understands me like you
No one, no one can make me feel like you
No one like you...
--The Last Dance, "You"
Derek moaned helplessly as Arkadi slammed savagely into him, his hands clutching spastically at the bedsheets as the pleasure became almost more than he could bear. He knew that everything was right with the world -- he was bound, face-down and utterly helpless, while his lover fucked him brutally; that glorious cock thrusting so deep, stabbing into the center of his being. He could feel it -- not just physically, the pleasure searing along nerves sensitized by the lash of the whip and the rake of nails; but burning so deep, into the depths of his soul. Sudden, blinding; a supernova exploding behind his eyes; he screamed his throat raw as orgasm tore through him, Arkadi's own roar of ecstasy joining his as the pleasure drowned them both.
Then blackness, and nothingness claimed him until the vague, distant sensation of Arkadi sliding free of his abused body filtered through the fog in his mind. He tried to lift his head and the blackness claimed him again.
The next thing he remembered feeling was his wrists being unbound and his limp body being rolled over. Again, he must have blacked out, but he imagined he felt something warm and wet on his skin -- first right behind his balls, then on his belly, his solar plexus, right over his heart, the base of his throat, right above and between his eyebrows, and finally at the crown of his head.
Then Arkadi settled on the bed next to him and helped him sit up; held a cup to his lips and murmured, "Here, Derek, drink this." He sipped carefully, still too weak to even open his eyes, until the bitter taste made him choke and sputter, and blink in surprise.
"It's okay, Derek," Arkadi soothed. "I know it tastes bad, but it'll help you -- replenish some of your energy..." Derek sipped again, forcing himself to swallow this time, then relaxed back into Arkadi's arms and sighed contentedly, barely noticing the warm tingle spreading through his body after drinking Arkadi's herbal concoction.
"You should rest," Arkadi suggested, "And in a little while, we'll start round two..."
Derek nodded and murmured, "Rest..." then curled into Arkadi, trying to draw the older man into a sleepy embrace.
"In a little while, my Angel. There are preparations I have to attend to, then I'll be back." He slid out of the bed, bundling Derek in the sheets and kissing him gently on the forehead, carefully avoiding the oil anointing his third eye. Already asleep, Derek curled around one of the pillows, hugging it tightly in his arms. Warmth surrounded him, flowed through him, starting deep within him as a tiny ember and blossoming into flames licking up his spine and into his heart. It was then that he heard the voice; soft, melodious, beckoning...
...He walked towards it, part of his mind recognizing his surroundings as one of the digs in the Qumran area; that same part thinking that he couldn't possibly actually *be* there, and that something was incredibly wrong. .. "Come, Young One," the voice purred, "Come, little Nephilim...Let me see you." He stepped forward, curiosity drawing him despite his last remaining bit of sense screaming against it. One step, another, another -- and then stopping, surprised and awed, as a figure shimmered into view from the haze before him.
The figure appeared to be a beautiful young man dressed in dusty khakis, long auburn hair bound into a loose ponytail with a lapis-blue scarf. He smiled and Derek couldn't help looking into his eyes, which seemed to be a deep turquoise green and old -- far, far older than the face they shone out of. "Ah," the figure said, "I see what Victor means..." He reached out and stroked Derek's cheek, the contact sending a shiver of sensation through him that flared into blazing heat at each of the seven places Arkadi had anointed -- and deep within him at the points those surface areas signified.
Derek cried out and fell to his knees in the sand, gasping as the sensation threatened to overwhelm. The beautiful man smiled darkly and leaned down to kiss him, pleased as Derek's mouth opened to accept his probing tongue. Then he pulled back and placed a hand on each of Derek's shoulders and whispered, "Not yet, sweet little Nephilim...For now, you should sleep, and let your power grow within you. Sleep..."
And just as he had appeared, the man faded back into the haze. Derek slumped to the sand, unconscious, beginning to shiver slightly as the heat that had blazed through him diminished...
...He awoke enough to pull the bedcovers tighter about himself, then drifted off again. Vaguely, his mind -- or at least his body -- registered that there was more incense burning. He took deep breaths, inhaling that sweet spicy aroma and beginning to relax into a deeper, almost drugged sleep.
Some time later he began to surface again, a strange tickling sensation on his back sinking through the fog in his mind and actually bringing him to semi-awareness. He realized that he had rolled over onto his stomach again and Arkadi was standing over him doing something to his back. As he concentrated on the sensations, he realized that his lover was drawing some kind of symbols on his back using something that felt like either a paintbrush or a feather dipped in some kind of liquid. When he looked back over his shoulder, he saw Arkadi checking what he was drawing against some ancient and crumbling scroll, muttering softly in something that sounded like an archaic form of Hebrew. He tried to discern what Arkadi was saying, but very quickly the rhythmic chant lulled him back into a doze. Arkadi added the last symbol and reverently returned the scroll to its case, then spoke a final sentence, smiling as the lines and symbols on Derek's back flared for an instant, then faded from sight -- with the exception of one right between his shoulder blades. Arkadi frowned as he realized that part of the spell was from the badly damaged area of the scroll -- there was something missing that was keeping it from taking full effect!
For a moment his mind was filled with blind fury so intense he couldn't even think. His intellect reasserted itself just in time to restrain the urge to fling the half-full bowl into the wall.
With hands that still trembled slightly from the anger, he put the bowl and feather down on the nightstand, then settled on the edge of the bed next to Derek.
Very gently he ran a finger up and down Derek's back between his shoulder blades and spine. As he watched, a shiver rippled through his lover's body and Derek let out a quiet moan. Encouraged, Arkadi applied gentle pressure, smiling as Derek began to move against the bedspread. "Oh yes, you *do* enjoy that, don't you..." Arkadi purred, massaging the area with both hands now. "A pity it didn't work, my Angel -- you'd look lovely with wings..."
He leaned down to kiss Derek at the uppermost point of the line he'd been tracing, first on the left side and then on the right; then he whispered, "Derek, it's time to wake up..."
Derek awoke with a gasp, then moaned as Arkadi continued the sensual massage. "Oh...that feels so good," he purred as his lover's fingers continued down his back and teasingly stroked his buttocks.
"I'm glad," Arkadi answered, settling more comfortably in the bed with Derek. "Are you ready for more?"
Derek rolled over and pressed his erection against Arkadi's thigh, whispered, "Does this answer your question?"
Arkadi smiled darkly and rolled atop him, pinning him down. "*Good*. " He moved to kneel straddling Derek's thighs, drew his hands down Derek's sides in a heavy caress. When he reached Derek's hips, he could see his lover's cock bob with every beat of his pulse. He smiled and ever so gently slid his hands towards it, watching smugly as it strained as if begging for attention.
"Oh -- Victor," Derek gasped, "*Please*."
"Please?" Arkadi asked with a smirk, wanting to hear Derek beg. "Please, what?"
"Please -- touch me...fuck me -- *whip* me!" Derek groaned and writhed in the bed, trying to bring his cock into contact with the teasing hands.
"You're such a bad boy," Arkadi purred, clamping his hands around Derek's hips and holding him as still as possible. "Maybe I shouldn't."
"Ooohgott..." Derek groaned, rapidly becoming overwhelmed by his lust. "*Please*..."
The desperation in his tone brought Arkadi up into full erection almost instantly. When he looked at Derek, all he could see was the raw hunger, overwhelming -- consuming. _Yes,_ he thought, knowing that although the spell hadn't transformed Derek as he'd been promised it would, it had still awakened some part of his Nephilim nature. For now, he would quite happily satisfy himself with that. _And as soon as I get the chance, I'm going to Qumran to search for the rest of that scroll *myself*!_ "Are you desperate, my sweet Angel?" he asked Derek teasingly, moving his hands from Derek's hips to his wrists, immobilizing him again before he could grab his own erection.
"Gott, yes!" Derek answered, and Arkadi could hear the truth to his answer in his tone.
"Good," Arkadi purred, "because I think you're going to like what I have planned..." Maintaining his grip on Derek's wrists, he climbed higher in the bed, settling again before Derek could move. He pulled Derek's arms above his head, glad to feel him offer slight resistance as he was once again bound in the leather cuffs.
Derek groaned as Arkadi settled on his hips long enough to bind him, trying to wriggle into a position where his aching erection could rub against *something*. Unfortunately, Arkadi was able to keep him immobile until he was bound. At that point, his captor smiled threateningly and said, "Don't push me right now, Angel. You'll get what you want, believe me."
Derek swallowed hard, realizing that there had been an edge of true anger in Arkadi's tone. He nodded and quietly said, "Yes, Sir," relieved when Arkadi nodded again.
"That's better..."
Despite the calmer tone, Derek could still feel Arkadi's anger -- controlled, now, but still simmering beneath the surface. He decided it truly would not be a good idea to push the older man right now. Then Arkadi was moving again, climbing off him and leaning over to the nightstand for something. As he watched, he saw Arkadi uncap the lubricant again and smear some on something he held in his hand. "Oh Gott..." Derek whispered, realizing it was either a black rubber butt plug or dildo.
Arousal coiled in his belly at the thought of something unyielding -- and inexhaustible -- filling him while Arkadi inflicted his other tortures on him. Then Arkadi turned back to him and he could see him liberally coating his fingers with the lube.
Derek sighed as Arkadi lay on the bed next to him; spread his legs wider then gasped as Arkadi dove right in and thrust a finger into him. Still somewhat relaxed from their earlier fucking, Derek easily accommodated the rough probing, trying to work the finger deeper as pleasure surged through him. Despite the blood roaring in his ears, Derek heard Arkadi whisper, "Calm, my Angel. Calm. There will be more soon enough..." And then a second finger joined the first, and Arkadi bent to nibble cruelly on one erect nipple, sending shivers of pleasure through him.
As abruptly as he had begun, Arkadi withdrew, dragging a whimper from Derek as he did so. The whimper became a sigh of pleasure as Arkadi intensified the torture to his nipples, rapidly making him incoherent with lust. A moment later, Derek gasped in surprise as the narrow tip of a butt plug slid inside him. As Arkadi slid it deeper, his eyes flew open in surprise and he groaned, bending one leg to open himself further as the unyielding rubber slid home. "Oooh...*Gott*!"
Arkadi made sure the butt plug was securely in place, then stopped tormenting Derek's nipples and kissed him roughly. When they broke for air, Derek panting raggedly, he whispered, "Yes, I *thought* it was time you graduated to the next size up. Do you like it?"
Derek nodded, but couldn't say anything more coherent than, "Ja..."
"Good," Arkadi purred, caressing Derek's throat around the supple leather of the collar. "*Very* good. You know, Derek, that you *are* mine. I told you years ago that no one but me could satisfy you -- I hope you've learned your lesson."
The hand tightened on Derek's throat, making him gasp and swallow convulsively then writhe in the bed as fear intensified his arousal. "What was that?" Arkadi asked, squeezing again.
This time Derek whispered, "Yes, Sir." It came out as an almost silent wheeze, but the instant he said it, Arkadi released him and resumed the gentle caressing.
"Very good, sweet Angel..."
Derek watched carefully as he retrieved a lit candle from the nightstand, plucking it out of its holder. It was a deep red shade -- nearly the colour of blood -- and had burned down about halfway. Arkadi held it carefully, making sure it didn't drip on the bed or on him, then moved it over Derek's helpless body. "Ohgott..." Derek whispered, looking up at the candle with wide eyes. Far in the back of his mind, the rational part of him was warning him that this could really hurt -- the experts always warned that dyes and fragrances could make wax burn hotter than just plain white candles. The rest of his mind, however, was nearly short-circuited by that same idea, the spark of fear sending liquid fire through his veins...
Then Arkadi moved the candle, tilting it to pour out the well of molten wax and dribble it down Derek's torso from just below a collarbone to just above the line of pubic hair. The instant the stream of wax hit Derek's skin it sent intense pain through him, making him gasp and cry out. As the drops of wax cooled the pain lessened until it was a warm ache that throbbed with his pulse, his gasps becoming soft moans as he arched back in the bed and splayed his legs, presenting himself for the next pass.
Arkadi checked the candle then carefully looked down at Derek, seeing the wanton hunger in his hazy eyes. "You want me to drip some on your thighs, don't you?" The quiet gasp answered more eloquently than any words could. Derek closed his eyes, making himself relax instead of anticipate; and let out a hoarse shout of surprise when the hot wax hit his inner thigh, the instant of intense pain fading into that delicious throb that echoed in his aching cock. Again on the other thigh, and then back to his torso for the next round. When the first drops fell on his right nipple his eyes flew open and he gasped, surprised by the intensity of the heat. Arkadi moved the candle, dripping wax one drop at a time first on one nipple then the other, Derek's cries sending shivers of arousal through him.
"Oh -- Gott! Yes!" Derek cried as the nearly constant stimulus began to overwhelm him. He arched back in bed again, making the next drop fall wide of its mark but not caring as the movement made the butt plug shift and press hard against his prostate. Then Arkadi was letting the wax drip one tiny drop at a time all over his chest and abdomen, each minute flare of pain making Derek flinch or twitch until suddenly he was screaming as a violent orgasm took him by surprise. Arkadi quickly blew the candle out and tossed it aside, then leaned down to kiss Derek roughly and grab his thrashing cock, milking the last drops out as shudders ran through his helpless lover.
When the tremors finally passed, all Derek could do was lie there and pant for breath. Arkadi sat up and looked down at his handiwork, drops of red wax like blood spattered all over Derek's lovely body, streaked here and there with droplets of cum. He knew that beneath the wax, some of the skin was probably burned, but when he gently probed at the cooled drops Derek barely flinched. They were probably nothing more serious than minor first degree burns, which was a good thing considering how he had planned to remove most of the wax.
As he retrieved the next item from the nightstand his aching cock twitched and for a moment he entertained the thought of a more intense and damaging activity. However, he decided, that could wait until he was certain he owned Derek entirely. For now, what he had planned would suffice quite nicely... "Derek," he whispered, "I want you to lie very still now, while I remove the wax. If you don't behave, I will have to punish you very severely... "
Derek's eyes flickered open and he tried to lift his head to look at his lover, realized he couldn't work up the energy to even turn his head. "Yes, Sir," he answered softly, recognizing the challenge but unable to rise to it at the moment. Then he heard a soft click and saw the candlelight glint off something metallic in Arkadi's hand. _A knife?_ he thought, fear bringing back a little more alertness. And then Arkadi met his gaze and smiled darkly, realizing Derek had recognized what he held. The next thing he knew, Arkadi was using the edge of the knife to very carefully shave across his inner thigh, scraping off the cooled wax and probably the first few layers of skin...The sensation sent shivers through him, the careful scraping making his skin almost tingle as the razor sharp edge of the knife passed over it, turning from tickle to pain only when Arkadi found an area that had been slightly burned. Derek struggled to keep perfectly still, knowing how sharp the blade of that small knife was and how easy it would be for Arkadi to do him real damage with it. It grew more difficult as he moved up to Derek's wax-splattered abdomen and chest, the edge of the knife passing over ticklish areas.
When his strength began to return, Derek lifted his head slightly to watch what his lover was doing. Arkadi saw him watching and smiled knowingly at him; raised the knife so the candlelight flickered off the blade again. "You're afraid I'm going to cut you," he said, watching the glint of fear in Derek's eyes. Then he nodded and said, "I'd thought about it, but I think we'll save that for next time..."
Derek swallowed hard, unable to repress a shiver as Arkadi moved the knife up to his wax-coated nipples and very carefully pried the wax away with the sharp point of the blade. He could see Arkadi's rampant erection and felt his own cock beginning to stir again as the threat of the knife sent adrenaline pumping through his system. Somewhere far in the back of his mind a voice was telling him that this was very dangerous, but his body wasn't listening to any warnings. Then the knife point slipped and poked him just above the left nipple, breaking the skin enough to bring a tiny bead of blood.
Derek gasped more from surprise than pain, the blade sharp enough to cut without causing more than a slight pinch -- and images suddenly flashed across his mind's eye: Arkadi and the beautiful auburn-haired being in Qumran, standing in front of a tent and looking at an ancient scroll some dig member had found; Arkadi and that same man exchanging a roll of bills for the scroll in its jar; and then Arkadi and the auburn-haired being locked in a heated embrace inside the tent, Arkadi on his knees and the being sitting in his lap, his long legs wrapped about Arkadi's waist as he impaled himself on the thick cock; his head thrown back in lustful abandon as he screamed and writhed in orgasm, his *large black wings* quivering as the last spasms faded from his long-limbed body...
"Who is he?" Derek asked, his voice suddenly hoarse. The part of his mind screaming a warning was suddenly louder, although he felt oddly sluggish and unable to become too alarmed. "Victor, who *is* he?"
Arkadi looked up from the tiny wound he'd been licking to see reason beginning to dawn in Derek's eyes. He had let it go too long without burning more incense... "Who is who, Angel?"
"In Qumran -- the...*angel* you were fucking. Who *is* he?"
"Jealous, Derek?" Arkadi asked, putting the knife away. "Did you know it's true? They *are* hermaphroditic..." he purred, watching as emotions chased each other across Derek's expressive face -- first shock, then anger, then...curiosity. _Ah, yes..._ Arkadi thought, _I haven't lost him completely then._ "And they do seem to be possessed of a most insatiable lust... rather like yours, my sweet one."
More images -- flashes of violent, lustful couplings, the angel clawing at Arkadi's back with his nails as the man slammed into him; Arkadi taking a cat- of-nine-tails to perfectly rounded buttocks until welts streaked them and the angel's cries brought Arkadi to orgasm...
Derek shook his head and gasped, "No," forcing himself back to the present where he realized Arkadi had lit another charcoal and was pouring more incense into the burner. He tried to remain focused as the spicy/sweet fragrance began to fill the room again but realized he was failing. "Who is he?"
"Does it matter, Angel? He's one of the Watchers, well-versed in the arts of enchantments and root-cuttings..."
"Semjaza, co-leader of the Watchers..." Derek whispered, sudden fear rocking him as everything fell into place. Then he didn't have time to think as Arkadi roughly rolled him onto his stomach and tied his ankles to the foot of the bed, shoved the extra pillow back under his hips to raise his buttocks. He heard Arkadi walk around to the nightstand again and pull out the drawer, and then he felt something cool with many strands trail down his back, the knotted ends tickling as they fell between his legs and across his balls. "Oh Gott..."
He tried to turn his head to see what Arkadi was doing, and the first blow fell on his upper back. He tried not to respond, realizing now that he had been tricked and was dangerously close to giving in to an enemy of the Legacy -- and then the second blow fell across his buttocks and the biting pain knocked all thoughts from his head again. On the third blow he cried out, and on the fourth, he moaned...
Sometime during his punishment there was a gust of wind in the room, and he heard a soft voice whisper something to Arkadi. This time he looked up, unable to control his curiosity, and saw the angel -- Semjaza -- standing in the room, watching them. He was clothed only in his long auburn hair, and Derek realized he was fondling his rampant erection as he watched Arkadi whip him...
Derek could feel Arkadi working himself into a frenzy of anger and lust; knew that with each lash of the flogger, with each moan it forced from him they both drew closer to climax. He couldn't block out the sensations any longer, Arkadi's lust washing over him and pulling him along in the tidal wave that followed -- he felt something hot and wet splash across his tortured buttocks and that was all he needed. He screamed and exploded in his own orgasm, somehow knowing that both Arkadi *and* Semjaza were coming on his brutalized backside.
As the delicious spasms faded, darkness claimed him once again...
To be continued in part 15
Poltergeist: The Legacy is (c) 1998 MGM/UA and Trilogy Entertainment. This story is not intended to infringe on these copyrights.
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