Dancing In the Shadows

-Original Fiction-

Enthrall

by Shuuki

(chapter for Master and Servant)

A monotonous voice droned on and on as a professor tried to explain to his students the difficult passages of a book. In front of him students were turning their pages, reading said passages and taking notes. Sitting by one of the windows, a small blond stared endlessly outside, his mind lost in deep thought.

Sean sighed, trying to understand the blanks that were left in his memory, his grey eyes staring at one of the cherry trees outside. He massaged his temple absently with a few fingers. It was like wading through a thick fog. Mostly he spent his days depending on the familiarity of routine to guide him – sleep, breakfast, school, lunch, tennis, dinner, sleep…Even sleep did not afford him any comfort. He knew he would dream…he would wake up in a sweat, body awash in heat, trembling. But he would fall back to sleep easily, eager to recapture the dreams he could not remember… it was all he could do not to forgo school or practice for sleep. “What’s wrong with me?…” he mumbled to himself.

“Did you have something you wanted to share with the class Sean-kun?” The professor’s annoyed tone cut through his thoughts and snapped him back to attention. He straightened in his seat and stuttered, “Uh, no sir. Excuse me.”

The professor pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he regarded the pale student. “Are you feeling ill, Sean-kun? Perhaps you should report to the infirmary.”

Sean’s normally polite expression faltered a bit and he got to his feet. “Hai, professor.” It wasn’t difficult to tell he was being kicked out of class. He gathered his things and walked purposefully out the door. Troubled amber eyes watched as it slid shut behind him.

Sean took his time as he walked the long halls of the school, wondering vaguely if he should just go home. He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. No! He had practice this afternoon. Kyle would be worried if he missed it…His heart clenched with more guilt than it should. He came to a halt in the empty hallway, clutching his chest. He’d been avoiding eye contact with Kyle for the past week. He couldn’t understand why but his heart would ache each time he caught his friend’s amber gaze. There was nothing accusing in his friend’s eyes, but even so, he felt exposed and guilty each time he caught his glance.

Sean sighed audibly and resumed his trek toward the infirmary. His footsteps felt heavy, his sneakers issuing occasional squeaks as he walked. It was the only sound in the silent hallway. Long shadows stretched down from the tall windows and across the floor as the sun made its way toward the horizon. “The days are getting shorter,” Sean thought to himself. A chill crept over him as he neared the end of the hall. He glanced at the window searching for the source of the cold, but found them all closed. He hugged his arms about himself and hurried toward the stairs. He rounded the corner and balked as he caught sight of a tall figure sitting on the window ledge of the landing. Sean’s heart leapt into his throat and he stumbled backward with a surprised yelp. He landed hard on his rear, his bag slipping from his grip and spilling its contents with a clatter. Somehow he managed a “Sumimasen” between erratic breaths as he tried to recover himself… but as he looked up, he realized the landing was empty. His grey eyes darted wildly about, wide with confusion. He lifted a shaky hand to his forehead, “What’s… the matter with me? I was sure… there was someone there.” He sat at the top of the staircase, listening to the sound of his own breathing. It wasn’t the first time this had happened; all week he’d felt as if someone were watching him… a movement by the gate, a murder of crows in the trees, a tickle of wind on the back of his neck that felt too much like a breath…Sometimes it made his heart beat with excitement; sometimes it froze it in his chest.

Sean gathered the contents of his bag and made his way down the stairs as quickly as his shaky legs would allow. He eventually arrived at the infirmary and checked in. The school nurse was a pleasant young woman in a short nurse’s dress. She smiled and told him to get some rest as she pulled the curtain around his bed. Sean thanked her and lay back against the starched white pillows, pulling the blankets tightly around his shoulders. He tossed and turned for a while before exhaustion finally claimed him.

Darkness…deep, rich darkness…

Moonlight…blood red moonlight

Blue eyes… drowning blood-blue eyes…

Pain… excruciating, decedent pain…

“Yes…ahhh…HA!” The boy woke with a start, drenched in perspiration, breath heaving in his chest. He blinked his eyes against the pale light that painted every surface auburn. The sun had bathed the curtains and bed sheets in the autumn color, and a light breeze from a nearby window ruffled the fabric around him. He blinked a few more times, trying to remember where he was and what he was doing. Everything was orange…his skin felt so warm… He peeled the blankets back from his body and gasped as they brushed something sensitive. He looked down at his pants and turned scarlet as he noticed the painful bulge there. He hastily pulled the sheets back up over his lap and sat against the headboard, still panting sporadically. His hands lay between his legs, hidden under the sheets. “So hot…” he thought blearily… “I was dreaming again… Why can’t I remember?…” He shifted and the tightness between his legs swelled at the slight friction. He nearly moaned as his head fell back against the headboard. His fading blush flared again and he found his fingers stroking his trousers without thought. His eyes closed at the relieving sensation. “No… I shouldn’t… What am I doing?…”

The breeze blew through the curtains again, caressing his heated skin. It tickled his ear as it brushed past his face. “Yesss…” it seemed to hiss.

“Uhh?” The boy opened his eyes at the sound. He raised a hand to his cheek and it tingled pleasurably at the touch. His eyes fluttered shut again and he trailed his fingertips down the length of his neck. A trembly sigh escaped him and he slipped his hand inside his shirt, shyly brushing a pink nipple. “Ahhh…” The sensation was relief and torture. Desire surged painfully through his body and against the fabric of his pants. He groaned inwardly. “Wha?… I… I shouldn’t do this…”

“Yesss…” the whisper came to him again, but no breeze ruffled the curtains. His mind barely made the connection… the voice was intoxicating… it lulled and tempted him, and he listened.

Sean’s hands were unfastening the buckle of his belt; they were pulling down the zipper. He was suddenly free and in his hand, the covers pushed aside and forgotten. He bit his lip to suppress the moan of pleasure that welled up in his throat as he began stroking himself. He fumbled with the buttons of his uniform with his free hand, desperate to touch his own skin… to lessen the terrible heat of his own clothing. His eyes rolled up as he began a delicious circular motion over his nipple, stroking in time with his other busy hand.

“So good…” the tantalizing whisper urged him on, caressing his senses. “So dangerous…”

“Ahh!” the boy mewled softly as he realized the truth of the phantom words. Anyone could walk in on him at any moment and find him exposed, blazing shamelessly in the heat of his own pleasure. He tried to slow his hands but they wouldn’t obey. His nerve endings seemed electrified by the thought of being caught. He bit his bottom lip again and choked back another moan. His hand wandered from his chest down beneath his pink sac and stroked experimentally. He whimpered, dragging his finger over his taint to his opening, prodding it gently.

“More…”

“Yes…more…Master…” he answered. He grasped his length and began to pump harder, his thumb stroking just below the head. He worked his finger deeper inside in a mirror rhythm, gasping and moaning as quietly as he could. The pressure that had been building was almost unbearable now and he lost himself his lust. His hands pumped faster, faster and harder, his body on fire, grey eyes squeezed shut as he cried out without sound. “I’m coming…I’m!” The boy’s back arched as his seed burst in a milky arc over his chest, flecks landing on his blushing cheek. He panted and arched again as aftershocks of pleasure rocked his frame.

“Sean, are you awake?” The curtains suddenly split wide, a dark-skinned boy standing between them. Kyle froze in wide eyed shock at the sight that met him. His classmate laid barley propped up against the headboard, nearly naked and aglow in a pink blush. His hazy grey eyes stared up at him, swollen lips parted as he panted lightly. Kyle stood riveted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes from the illicit sight. “S-Sean…nan da?…”

“I was… so hot…” The boy is suddenly falling forward, the panicked sounds of Kyle’s voice fading as unconsciousness swallows him whole.

Fin?…