Original fic,the lack of title is beginning to bug me

[tsaiko]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Many thanks to both mechante_fille and maderr for assuring me that it was fine and WHY WAS MORE NOT WRITTEN YET? This isn't quite where I wanted it to go, but with characters like Luke (stubborn bastard) this is what I got. And quite frankly, I'm tired of looking at it right now.

You all were complaining about last time's cliff hanger. Oh ye of little faith. This stopping point is worse.

Next time though, I promise porn.



There was nothing to do in the bathroom. Luke was discovering this fact after being locked in here for only… how long had it been anyway? Thirty minutes? An hour? He couldn’t tell. His sense of time was as screwed up as the rest of his body.

Once he was sure Isaac had left, Luke had brushed his teeth. He hated the filmy taste in his mouth when he woke up and he hadn’t yet brushed them when he’d locked himself back in the bathroom. That had taken a grand total of two minutes. Then back to boredom.

He would have gotten dressed, but he still didn’t have any underwear. Luke did not do commando. Ever. The one time they’d run out of clean underwear and doing laundry had not been an option, Luke had made Isaac go and buy some.

The problem with his instincts was getting worse. Luke paced the confines of the bathroom, make small growling sounds whenever he didn’t concentrate completely on not making them. More than once he found himself pressed against the bathroom door, listening for Isaac on the other side.

Everything was uncomfortable. The bathroom felt too small and too large at the same time. The black and white tile was too cold. The bathmat on the floor was itchy and rough. The towel that he had wrapped around his waist irritated him, making him hyper aware every time it touched his skin.

The more he tried not to think of Isaac, the more it was all he could think about. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. The way he smelled right after a shower. How soft his skin was. How his breath hitched sometimes when he was masturbating and didn’t think Luke could hear him.

Luke wanted to move. He wanted to sit still. He wanted to scream, to vent his frustration at the world. He wanted to curl up in a corner and whimper. Too many emotions, too many urges all in different directions.

Especially keen was the urge to touch himself. He was already half-hard and aching. That was a clue. Luke was sure of it. There was a half-remembered lecture sometime during his first week at school, but it was hard to concentrate.

His hand wandered down under the towel, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin of his thigh before wrapping around his erection. His legs didn’t seem to want to hold him up so Luke sat down heavily on the toilet. It felt good. He ran his fingers lightly up his length. Better.

Everything seemed to settle down inside him as he continued to touch himself. Just like when he’d tilted his head back in the shower under the hot water, his mind went blank. Luke tilted his head back as he ran his hand back down his erection. A small sound escaped as he bared his throat in submission.

In his head, he imagined someone else running their teeth against his throat in an act of dominance. Luke growled. He wasn’t sure he liked being the submissive one, even in his head. There was a tongue too, longer than any human’s tongue, licking his neck. The sound of crooning in his ear was comforting and arousing at the same time.

Fantasy, but it seemed real. This was one aspect of being a dragon he’d never had a problem with. The ability to picture inside his head exactly what he wanted, what should happen, in startling detail. His thumb rolled across the head of his penis and Luke shuddered.

“Luke? It’s me.”

Every nerve in Luke’s body snapped taut at Isaac’s voice. He made a gruff, questioning sound. That wasn’t right. It took a few minutes, but Luke managed to put together enough of his thoughts to form words.

“What?” His voice sounded rough and unnatural to his ears. Luke couldn’t seem to stop touching himself, though he had managed to make his hand be still. It took more effort than it should.

“I… I spoke with Zavier,” Isaac said. Luke made a displeased sound. Right now Isaac was his. His. Not with Zavier. “I think I know what’s wrong.”

That could be really bad. Luke tried to care, he really did, but it was hard when his other hand had moved to rubbing his nipple. It sent little sparks down his spine. He must have made some sort of noise that Isaac heard, because he continued.

“Luke, you’re in rut.”

For one brief moment everything became crystal clear. Luke was able to force his hands away from his body and think instead of just feeling. They had warned him about this. During the first week of school in fact, when everything he’d known had been taken away and the world didn’t make sense any more.

You’re bonded to him and when you’re bonded, you can go into rut. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I don’t care. Listen for Isaac’s sake if not your own. And so he had listened as they described exactly what would happen. The emotions, the instincts, the need to mate with your bonded.

Luke had found the whole thing vaguely horrifying. He still did. He didn’t like not being in control. Too bad his body didn’t really care. It liked Isaac and it liked the idea of mating with Isaac. A lot.

Isaac was still talking. Luke had to make himself concentrated on the actual meanings of the words instead of just listening to the tone of Isaac’s voice. “… open the door. We’ll get through this.”

“No,” Luke rasped out.

“No? What do you mean no? Luke, I know what it means that your in rut. I know that you want to… it’s okay. We’ve done this before. I don’t mind.” Isaac laughed a little bit. “It’ll be just like old times.”

No, it wouldn’t be like old times. Luke growled, low and frustrated. Before had been about loneliness and hunger and comfort: them against their family. This wasn’t about those things. This was about raw need and instincts that Luke couldn’t control.

And then there was Zavier.

“Go away.” Luke closed his eyes and pretended not to hear Isaac’s pleading. It was kind of easy. All he had to do was start touching himself again. His fingers skirted over his balls, touching the skin right behind them in a way that made him shiver. His other hand was once again wrapped around his length, moving lazily up and down.

Luke was so busy touching himself that at first his mind didn’t recognize the overwhelming silence for the danger it was. A silent Isaac was never a good thing. It meant he was up to something.

Then Luke heard the click of the lock being opened.

Three things dawned on Luke all at once. One, that Isaac was a fucking mage and probably knew how to magically ninja the lock of the bathroom open. Two, he was sitting in the bathroom touching himself and Isaac was about to open the door and see that. Three, if Isaac got in here Luke would not be able to stop from touching him. He'd barely stopped himself the first time.

He lunged to hit feet, staggering, and tried to hold the door closed. It was too late. Isaac already had it half way open. He also had his foot and leg wedged between the door and jamb, effectively preventing Luke from being able to close it again. Not that Luke didn’t try.

“Dammit Luke, you are not going to sit in the bathroom for three days while this is happening,” Isaac yelled. He smacked Luke on the arm when Luke tried to make the door shut anyway. “I know what is going on and I swear it is okay.”

Instinct over came everything else, and Luke backed off. He was making a soft growling noise. Isaac’s hair was still rumpled, like he hadn’t had time to brush it, and became more so when he ran his hand through it.

Isaac’s gray eyes raked over him. Luke just stood there, shaking slightly, for some reason terrified about how this was going to go. Then Isaac sighed and reached out. “Come on. We’re not doing this in the bathroom.”

He wanted to tell Isaac they weren’t going to do this at all, but the words just wouldn’t come. Instead Luke just stood there until Isaac took a hold of his wrist. His fingers were warm. Luke swallowed hard and swore he could feel every callous and ridge of Isaac’s fingers.

“Couch,” Isaac said. It was more command than anything else. Luke stumbled after him, eyes on the curve of Isaac’s neck. They were stopped in front of the couch before Luke finally gave in.

His teeth scraped against Isaac’s skin, and his tongue picked up the taste of salt. Luke’s hands settled on Isaac’s hips, thumbs touching the skin just above the sweatpants he wore. Isaac made a small noise. Startlement. Not rejection.

“Luke?” Isaac’s voice shook slightly. It was enough to give him a little bit of sanity back. Luke pressed his forehead between Isaac’s shoulder blades. His breathing was ragged as he fought to string words together.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Luke ground out. There was a lot more than that. He didn’t want to ruin what they had. The friendship and the trust and the way Isaac still smiled when he was overprotective.

It wasn’t even that he didn’t want Isaac. Luke wanted Isaac. He’d always wanted Isaac, from the first time when they were fifteen and Isaac had pressed a shaky kiss against his lips. But he did not want to be forced to be with Isaac. Even when it was his own body, his own actions and reactions, doing the forcing.

There were no words, but Isaac seemed to understand. “Everything will be okay. Let’s sit down.”

Isaac sat down on the couch and motioned for Luke to do the same. Instead, Luke lay down and put his head in Isaac’s lap. His nose was in his belly button. Luke could smell nothing but Isaac’s scent. It comforted him.

The couch was rough against his skin, reminding Luke that he was still dressed in nothing more than a towel. It didn’t seem to bother him as much as long as he was next to Isaac. Touching Isaac. His tongue darted out and tasted his bonded’s skin.

Soon Isaac’s hand was carding through his hair. “Talk to me, Luke.”

“Hard to speak,” Luke said after a minute. “Hard to think. You smell good.” Isaac was gently scratching his scalp and Luke made a crooning sound. “Don’t want to… to give in. Scared.”

“You can give in,” Isaac said. Luke heard the smile in his voice. “We’ll get through this. I’ll still be here when you come back to yourself.”

Those words seemed to break down the last of Luke’s resistance. It was suddenly too much to keep fighting. With a sigh, he just gave in.


Oh my goodness... my player just pulled up the Discovery Channel song by the Bloodhound Gang. O_O I swear it's psychic.