Dancing In the Shadows
-Original
RP-
by Shuuki and Pookie
Chapter 5: Another Lesson
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Faint bells echo across the vast grounds of
Versailles, tolling the hour from a distant chapel tower...
In swirls of cloth and amiable chatter,
ladies and gents start heading out...
The brilliant light of Versailles starts to
die as Her halls empty and Her candles are put to rest...
Chanserv: *dips his silken partner as the clock strikes upon the mantle*
The clock strikes Cinderella.
RB: *grins* Oh no! I must run before you see my true form!
Chanserv: *chuckles as he grips RB's waist* Just try and squirm away,
my lovely.
RB: *pretends to wiggle away* Seems that I'm stuck...*smiles happily*
RB: *puts a hand to Chanserv's soft cheek* Oh well...
Chanserv: *steals a kiss*
RB: *wraps arms around his neck and kisses back*
Chanserv: *mumbles against RB's lips* We should see to our twin prey
before they begin to stir...
RB: *moans plaintively against Chanserv's lips* Do we have to?
Chanserv: *pulls back laughing* There is no satisfying you, fledgling! Come, come; you still have
much to learn.
RB: *pouts as Chanserv pulls away*
Chanserv: *leads RB back toward the bed, smiling* Back to work
Cinderella!
RB: *mumbles* You are supposed to be my Prince Charming...not my evil
stepmother...
Chanserv: *seats himself opposite from RB on the mattress* And
Cinderella was not want to complain quite so much as you, fledgling. Now pay attention.
RB: *sighs* Fine, fine...what are we doing again?
Chanserv: Faith, my dear RB! Aren't all my lessons enjoyable? *gathers
a stirring Jean-Louis into his arms*
RB: *smiles as he pulls Sylvain up to him*
Chanserv: You haven't yet the strength for this, so for the moment
observe if you will. *smooths Jean-Louis' hair from his disoriented face*
RB: *looks at Chanserv questioningly but does not say a word*
Chanserv: *captures Jean-Louis's gaze and looks deep into his eyes*
Jean-Louis: *stares transfixed for a few moments until Chanserv releases
him* *slowly exits the bed and begins to dress*
RB: *looks from Chanserv to Jean-Louis back to Chanserv with the most
confused and curious look*
Chanserv: *smiles mischievously* We have a certain amount of sway over
the will of those we embrace. I have wiped this night's incident from his mind
and instructed him to dress. It does not even require speech once you master it
as I have.
RB: *blinks* You mean he's completely following your will? *looks back
at Jean-Louis with a fixed gaze*
Chanserv: One must have a strong will of their own to exercise it
effectively over another. I'm sure you will pick it up quickly.
RB: *looks back at Chanserv, emotions dancing in his eyes* He doesn't
remember anything...he will still treat me as before...
Chanserv: Nonsense my dear. Would you truly allow him to do so...as you
are now? *smirk*
RB: What am I supposed to do in public, when he tries to humiliate
me...for old times sake?...What can I do then? Isn't my nature secret?
Chanserv: Allow me to continue. RB, these twins belong to you now.
Their fate is no longer their own. You may do with them as you please. You may
mark them with fear if you wish - whenever they see you, their hearts will
freeze. You may mark them with desire if you wish - whenever they see you, their
loins will tighten.
Chanserv: *calls Jean-Louis to his lap without a word and strokes his
head lightly*
Chanserv: What will you do with them, my fledgling?
RB: *looks at Chanserv with disbelief* You mean...*smile brightens and
suddenly turns wicked* I must find them a suitable punishment...
Chanserv: Revenge is a tremendous game is it not? And what a playing
field we have here! I knew you would be such fun my dear RB.
RB: *raises eyebrow lightly at that remark and quickly goes back to
planning the twins' fate* I never thought it could be so vast...so many
options...
Chanserv: For the moment, let us return to the lesson at hand, fledgling. One needs practice to play
one's hand well.
RB: Uhm? Oh yes! But of course.
Chanserv: Before stirring your prey, focus your will. Channel your rage
into a hand with which to stroke his mind and bend his will.
RB: *looks down on Sylvain and smiles a bitter smile* All my rage you
said? *closes his eyes as he tries to focus*
Chanserv: *observes RB carefully* Discard any lingering fear. That
plays no part in your existence now.
RB: *nods briefly*
Chanserv: You will need to speak to him aloud for now. Decide what
command to give, then wake him.
RB: *thinks for a minute and smiles*
RB: Sylvain, I want you to bring me that glass on the table...
RB: *watches as Sylvain wobbles out of bed and heads towards the table*
It worked!
RB: *smiles mischievously as Sylvain picks up the glass and brings it
back* This is simply amazing!
Chanserv: Bravo my dear RB! You impress me.
RB: *is suddenly showered as Sylvain throws the remainder of the glass
at him* WHAT? *strikes Sylvain with a swift move*
RB: Why did he do that?!
Jean-Louis: *cowers and whimpers in Chanserv's lap*
Chanserv: *removes Jean-Louis to the bed and attends to Sylvain*
RB: *watches as Chanserv hauls Sylvain back into the bed*...Why did he
do that?
Chanserv: *sigh* I was afraid that might happen. He is the more
dominant of the two and your control was not complete.
Chanserv: Though I must praise you for an excellent first attempt.
RB: *smiles* Why thank you! It wasn't exactly excellent from my point
of view, but if you say so.
Chanserv: You needn't think so hard when dominating your prey. Doing so
is almost instinctual. Lose yourself in the emotion of dominance.
Chanserv: *gathers the twins on either side of him and effortlessly
captures their gazes*
RB: *watches carefully*
Chanserv: *his body remains still but his eyes grow intense - the
presence of his will seeming to radiate from him*
Twins: *appear utterly lost in his gaze* *begin to touch Chanserv and
each other longingly*
RB: *eyes grow wide as he slowly begins to realize the power Chanserv
holds*
Chanserv: *shifts his provocative gaze over to RB*
RB: *gasps lightly as he stares into those eyes*...
Chanserv: *low, rich voice* Can you feel what I mean, RB?
RB: *opens mouth but doesn't say a word*...*simply nods once firmly*
Chanserv: Then come mark your prey.
Chanserv: "The eyes are the window's of the soul", as the old
verse goes. Peer down into his and take hold.
RB: *walks up to Sylvain and glances at Chanserv* *nods to himself and
stares deep into Sylvain's eyes*
RB: *slowly raises his hand to Sylvain's cheek, only to notice a faint
twitch on the otherwise calm face* Hmmm… *smile turns more deadly*
RB: *runs his finger along the faint scar on Sylvain's neck* *suddenly
breaks the gaze and turns towards Chanserv, leaving a visibly relieved Sylvain
alone* I think we have come to some sort of an understanding...
Chanserv: *smiles and shifts Jean-Louis toward RB* Would you like to
inform his brother as well?
RB: *looks at Jean-Louis and smiles* Have I need to?
Jean-Louis: *flinches at RB's glance*
Chanserv: You catch on quickly, my fledgling.
RB: *lips curl into a smile* I have a good teacher...
Chanserv: That too. *leans between the twins to kiss his pupil*
RB: *laughs lightly as he kisses back*
Chanserv: *shoos the shaken twins as he deepens the kiss* Go do as your
Master's told you.
RB: *wraps his arms around Chanserv as he pulls him closer*
Twins: *stumble off the bed and finish dressing*
Chanserv: *a low, delighted noise escapes his lips as they dance slowly
with RB's*
RB: *lets himself fall onto the bed, pulling Chanserv atop him*
Chanserv: I dressed so well for you tonight my lovely, but I have a
feeling you've been thinking of nothing but getting me undressed. *smirk*
RB: You're saying that as though it was a bad thing...
Chanserv: *kisses hungrily down RB's tender throat*
RB: *lets out a pleasured moan*
Chanserv: Shall I pleasure you in the very bed where so many others had
their way?
RB: *can barely hear himself moan a 'yes' over the loud banging*
Chanserv: *mumbles to himself* They're as insatiable as he is...
RB: *grumbles angrily*
Chanserv: *looks sharply at RB* No mercy for this one. Agreed?
RB: *passes his tongue over his growing fangs* No mercy…
RB: *glances over at Chanserv with a serious face* Shall we let him in
now?
Chanserv: Indeed. I shall conceal myself again; I must have my surprise
entrance mustn't I? *winks*
RB: *grins* But of course. *watches as Chanserv melts into the shadows*
*calls out at the door* Coming!
RB: *slowly walks up to the door and opens it* May I help you?
A heavy hand emerges from the dark hall and
shoves RB to the floor.
RB: *crashes to the ground and looks up at the man entering* Sorry,
sir! *fear crosses his face*
A solemn courtier strides in without a word
and towers over RB.
RB: *scrambles back to his feet and bows to the newcomer*
The large noble remains where he stands,
hands clasped behind his back, scowling at the young man before him.
RB: *carefully raises his eyes and looks at the man*
RB: Sir, how may I be of service?
Courtier: *delivers a harsh smack across RB's face*
RB: *tries to maintain his balance under the force of the blow*
RB: *slowly looks back at the man, his lip bloodied and anger dancing
in his eyes*
Courtier: *almost raises an eyebrow at the expression in RB's eyes.
*grabs RB's chin roughly and examines the growing bruise at the corner of his
mouth. *a smile finally spreads over his lips
RB: *submits silently to the rough examination, anger still flickering
in his eyes*
Courtier: *jerks RB's head in the direction of the bed, hard enough to
send his small body hurtling toward it*
RB: *crashes into the covers* *quickly turns around and glares at the
man*
Courtier: *sweeps RB's wrists with one hand and sets to binding them to
the bedpost with the chords from the bed curtains*
RB: *cringes as the chords dig into his flesh *doesn't fight too much
for fear of being punched again* *glances discreetly at curtains by the window*
Courtier: *yanks RB's collar and tears open his shirt, sending buttons
skittering across the floor*
RB: *tries to pull on his restraints to escape; only succeeds in
digging the chords deeper into his wrist*
Voice from above: And that is where I must draw the line I'm afraid.
Courtier: *startled, looks upward for the source of the voice*
RB: *grins as he watches the courtier's reaction*
Chanserv: *crouches atop the bedpost* *suddenly descends upon the
courtier below*
Chanserv: *lands feet first on the courtier's face, sending him
crashing onto his back*
Chanserv: I had that suit tailored especially for this occasion, and
look at it now. *gestures to RB's rent clothing*
RB: *laughs as he proceeds to freeing himself* I liked these clothes
too...
Chanserv: *shakes his head sadly* Truly a waste. Only a barbarian could
perform such violence on a thing of beauty.
Courtier: *drags himself to his elbows as Chanserv draws RB to his
side*
RB: *shakes head, eyes blazing with anger* That was nothing... I will
make you pay for all those nights....
Chanserv: *fingers drift over RB's swollen lip* ..and to mark this thing of beauty....MY most valuable beauty… *eyes
dart to the struggling man*
Chanserv: *a deadly color surfaces to match that of RB's eyes* It is
something I cannot forgive.
Courtier: *staggers to his feet, a stray tooth falling from his
shattered mouth*
RB: *smiles dangerously at the man* Shall we repay him for all his kindness?
*looks up at Chanserv*
Chanserv: *closes his eyes for a moment* *opens them and answers in a
voice to freeze the blood* Begin.
RB: *calmly moves away from Chanserv and approaches the courtier*
Courtier: *makes no move at RB's approach* *catches sight of Chanserv
moving in on the left and takes a step backward*
Chanserv: *moves silently in unison with his fledgling, like wolves encircling their prey*
RB: *gently reaches for the broken jaw* *whispers in a comforting tone*
There is nowhere to hide...
Courtier *realization flashes across his mangled features as he regards
the already healing boy* *jumps as another voice is suddenly at his ear*
Chanserv: *materializing
behind the courtier* So at last, you take him seriously...
RB: *slowly approaches the man's
lips* *still in a low voice* Scared? *kisses the man brutally, sending waves of
pain through his broken jaw*
Courtier: *flails backward under the
force of RB's kiss*
Chanserv: *grabs the courtier's wrists
from behind in an iron grip* *twists them painfully, a pleased smile pulling
back to reveal hungry fangs*
RB: *deepens the kiss and grabs the
man's tongue with his sharp fangs* *in a swift movement, rips the man's tongue
out, blood spraying over his face*
Courtier: *utters his first sound
since he entered the room in a blood-curdling scream*
Courtier: *panic and pain send
adrenaline shooting through his system, and he rails against Chanserv's hold on
his straining wrists* *sinister laughter drifts from behind him in mockery of
his vain efforts*
RB: *slowly licks the blood dripping
off his lips as he tosses away the now useless tongue* *in a matter-of-fact
voice* Tastes poorly... *approaches man again* ...yet satisfying...
Courtier: *pants heavily as RB
approaches, squirming in Chanserv's grip, terror fully visible in his rolling
eyes*
RB: *smiles* *rips apart the man's
shirt with one swift move, leaving bloodied trails across his exposed chest*
That's for my shirt... *glances up to Chanserv*
Courtier: *seizes the opportunity as
RB's eyes leave him* *launches a knee at RB's midsection*
RB: *catches the knee effortlessly
and grins at the man* *sends his other arm crashing into the knee, snapping it
the other way in a loud crack*
Courtier: *utters a gurgling whine as
he collapses forward*
Chanserv: *discards him to the floor
with a ‘tsk’* And I thought you were taking my fledgling seriously.
RB: *looks at man lying on the floor
helplessly* He always was stubborn......
Chanserv: *crouches at the courtier's
feet* Now how shall you spend your remaining time with us, hmmm?
Chanserv: *bares his fangs in a
snicker as even now the man attempts to inch away*
RB: *laughs* He still wants to run...
Chanserv: He certainly is stubborn my dear RB. Such a
strong will to survive...that should make his blood a bit more potent to the
pallet.
RB: *looks at Chanserv with a grin*
What do you have in mind?
Chanserv: *rubs his chin thoughtfully
* I think he should spend his last moments in the fashion he so loved. *rises
and looms above the prone courtier, a menacing silhouette* *orders in a low
tone* Fetch me some of that chord, fledgling.
RB: *claps his hands together at the
thought* *picks up some of the chord and joins Chanserv's side over the
courtier*
Chanserv: *hauls the courtier to his
feet with one hand and flings him across the room*
Courtier: *slams and bounces off the
bedpost like a rag doll*
RB: *walks up to the broken shape by
the bed, the smell of fresh blood invading the room and his senses*
Chanserv: *takes the chord from RB
and nabs the courtier by his shredded collar*
Courtier *head lolls about as
Chanserv roughly fixes him to the post, hands above his head and legs splayed*
RB: *smirks at the sight of this once
proud and arrogant man, now bloodied and broken*
Chanserv: *steps back to regard his
work: small blood-puddles forming at the courtier's feet, one good eye staring
piteously at his captors*
Chanserv: *asks without removing his
eyes from their prey* Do you know how many bones are contained in the human
body my dear RB?
RB: *looks at courtier, considering*
I’m not sure…
Chanserv: We are born with three
hundred bones, and by the time we mature that number drops to two hundred and
six.
Chanserv: The skull is comprised of 29
bones; the spine, 26; ribs and breastbone, 25; shoulders, arms, and hands, 64;
pelvis, legs, and feet, 62.
RB: *lets out a whistle* That does
make a nice number. *looks at Chanserv and the courtier curiously*
Chanserv: *finally shifts his gaze to
RB* How many do you think he has left?
RB: Maybe we should count them?
*grins*
Chanserv: *grins in-kind as he
watches the courtier struggle weakly against his bonds* It seems the five in
his ear are still intact. We'll save those for last.
RB: *saves his punch* Where should we
start then?
Chanserv: Start small...Twenty-seven
for each hand.
RB: *grins and grabs a hand*
Twenty-seven? *takes a finger and snaps it* Oops… twenty-six now...*slowly
proceeds to counting down all the bones in the fingers*
Chanserv: *gnaws each finger
delicately and draws blood before cracking them like twigs*
Courtier: *spits out high whines of
pain with each snap*
RB: *smiles in pleasure at the cries*
RB: Sounds like he is enjoying
this...* slowly crushes the hand he is holding*
Courtier: aaaAAAA!
Chanserv: *laughter rises above the
prisoner's high cry*
RB: *looks up at Chanserv, with a
happy smile*
Chanserv: *crushes the hand he was
working on - bones pop through the thin skin over the knuckles* Must make sure
they match, mustn't we?
Chanserv: *laughter swells as the
courtier's head thrashes in time with his screams*
RB: *joins in the laughter, enjoying
the sensations the screams create* Of course.
Chanserv: *eyes wide and gleaming
with bloodlust* *slides about to face the courtier* *strokes his matted hair
from his twisted face*
Chanserv: I adore your screams, dear
sir...*whispers sensuously* Do it again for me won't you? *brings an elbow down
on his good knee*
Courtier: *lets out something between
a scream and a sob and slumps as his only support is splintered*
RB: *runs his fingers along the
length of the courtier's arm, leaving deep gashes on the way* *licks the free
flowing blood, letting the screaming run through him* *as the screaming dies,
snaps the elbow*
Courtier: *eyes flutter as he begins
to lose consciousness*
Chanserv: Uh uh uh! *grabs courtier's face* Now you would not be so rude as to fall
asleep in the middle of our party would you, sir?
Chanserv: Fledgling, fetch me some water from the carafe.
RB: *walks up to the dresser and
brings back a full carafe of water*
Chanserv: *takes it from RB and pours
the contents over the courtier's head*
Courtier: *sputters and gasps as the
cold water drenches him, washing away much of the blood from his face and neck*
RB: *looks at the diluted blood with
a sad eye*
RB: I guess we'll need
more....*smiles politely at courtier* if you don't mind....
Chanserv: *smoothes a hand over RB's
blood-dotted cheek* Would you start the flow again my lovely?
RB: *nuzzles the hand for a second* *turns
to courtier, his eyes deadly* *puts a hand on the beating heart and slowly
makes three deep gashes* *licks his lip as the blood flows out freely*
Chanserv: *runs a finger through the
open wound and samples the taste* Mmm. Fresh adrenaline always gives it a kick
RB: *gently takes Chanserv's finger
and dips it in the blood again* *slowly raises it and smears it on his lips*
*stares at Chanserv, his eyes full of bloodlust and desire, ignoring the
courtier next to them*
Chanserv: *stares for a moment at his
ragged, blood-stained lover* *grabs the back of his hair with a snarl and
kisses him *
RB: *moans pleasurably into
Chanserv's mouth as he tastes remnants of the courtier's blood*
Chanserv: *comes up for air and gazes
into RB's hazy eyes* *grounds out* I'll have you...now.
RB: *gazes back and mouths a 'yes' as
he wraps his arms around Chanserv*
Chanserv: *lifts RB by the waist*
*without tearing his eyes from him, plunges a hand into the courtier's chest
and emerges with his beating heart* *brings it to RB's lips* A gift for you,
beloved.
RB: *looks at Chanserv with thankful
eyes* *takes a bite from the beating heart* Hmmm.... I thank you. *licks his
lips as blood drips off them* *moves the heart to Chanserv's lips*
Chanserv: *holds it slightly above
his mouth and squeezes, catching warm blood on his tongue as it rains down from
the muscle*
Chanserv: *closes his eyes and
releases a shaky sigh of delight*
Chanserv: *thrusts the heart to the
floor as he finishes* *opens strange and wild eyes on his lover*
RB: *is taken aback by those eyes and
gasps*
Chanserv: *drops to the floor with RB
under him, rending the remainder of RB's clothes even as they reach the carpet*
Chanserv: *licks and sucks the bleeding scratch-marks
he’s made as he shreds the fabric*
RB: *clenches Chanserv's long silky
hair as he feels his lover's mouth on him*
Chanserv: *yanks RB's head to the
side and sinks his fangs deep into his flesh*
Chanserv: *draws from RB's neck while
stroking his already excited erection*
RB: *lets out a loud pleasured sound
under Chanserv's touch*
Chanserv: *moves down his lover's
neck, wounding him again and again*
RB: *moans louder every time the
sharp fangs pierce him* *digs his fingers into Chanserv's back*
Chanserv: *panting heavily, pulls
himself off his moaning lover* *flips him roughly onto his stomach and unlaces
his own pants*
Chanserv: *leans over RB's back and
growls in his ear* Ready? *scratches down RB's chest as he asks*
RB: *pants a firm 'yes' as he feels
his lover move behind him*
Chanserv: *grasps RB's slender hips
and thrusts to the hilt*
RB: *clenches the carpet floor tightly as he arches his back, moaning
loudly*
Chanserv: *groans thickly at he feels RB's tight heat constrict about
him*
RB: *feels his eyes watering as the painfully sweet sensation rises*
RB: *sense the pressure increase in his now neglected manhood*
Chanserv: *digs his nails into the sides of RB's rear as he struggles
to gain control over himself*
Chanserv: *feels RB's muscles relax as he adjusts to the invasion*
pulls back slowly and plunges in again*
RB: *gasps at the repeated invasion* *pants heavily as his muscles
tense and relax again*
Chanserv: *extends a hand between RB's legs and pets roughly* *murmurs
between groans* Relax... relax…
RB: *grunts as he tries to adjust to the pain* *tries to listen to the
soothing voice behind him* *almost cries out as he feels Chanserv's rough
touch*
Chanserv: *offers RB his wrist as he continues to pump him without
mercy*
RB: *panting and sweating, takes the arm and bites down hard* *sucks on
the wound ferociously*
Chanserv: *cries out as the sharp pain lances through the sensitive
flesh of his wrist* *eyes roll backward at the exquisite sensation of blood
sucked through his veins*
Chanserv: *slams harder into his little lover, rocking his moist body
with each thrust*
RB: *moans painfully at each thrust, each time biting deeper into the
soft flesh*
Chanserv: *the scent of blood mixes with the aura of pain seething
about their entwined forms as he pushes nearer and nearer to climax*
RB: *savors the blood mingled with salty perspiration as he feels his
need on the verge of exploding*
Chanserv: *a primal cry erupts from deep within his chest as he
delivers his last thrusts into his lover, his seed spilling and coating his
insides*
RB: *lets out a loud howling cry of ecstasy as he finally comes*
Chanserv: *a strangely quiet thought speaks to him over the din of this
primal frenzy* "I've picked my
flower."
Chanserv: *kneels shuddering over his spent lover*
RB: *collapses heavily to the ground, trying to catch his breath, his
body still shaking from their lovemaking*
Chanserv: *lowers himself down next to RB, gathering him into his arms*
*licks RB's wounds tenderly*
RB: *moans as he snuggles in the comforting arms*
Chanserv: *reaches over to the bed, pulls down a sheet, and wraps it
about them* *strokes RB's head softly, his eyes on the moon high in the window
above them*
RB: *slowly looks up at Chanserv and follows his gaze* *looks at the
window with tired eyes *
RB: *with a happy sigh, nuzzles his head against Chanserv's chest*
Chanserv: *presses RB against his body* *tilts his chin up and kisses
him warmly*
RB: *runs a finger through his long damp hair as he kisses him back*
Chanserv: *sighs into the kiss, almost too low to hear* Mon fleur…
Chanserv: ...bonne nuit.
RB: *smiles and closes his eyes, unsure if he heard right* ...Bonne nuit.
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Fin…?