It's yaoi, if you don't like it don't read. It's pretty bizarre. Okay, not completely yaoi, there's some straight goodness there too, but it adds to the bizarre factor. Trust me. I didn't say it was good- especially since its the first thing I've ever let the general public look at. And especially since it was done in one go with no redeeming english skills applied. Last chance to ditch the thing. . .

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Sydney watched Ashley through hooded eyes, following him as Ashley turned to see Hardin behind him- a wriggling, bound Callo in his grip. He was up on the door ledge behind Ashley, 10 feet up. Sydney nodded, his cue to Hardin to take the girl elsewhere while he dealt with the Riskbreaker. Ashley turned, and missed the signal sent. Sydney did not miss the hate so apparent in Ashley's eyes however. He clucked his tongue at the Riskbreaker, as if to say 'watch your step'. He took two slow, measured steps towards Ashley, and held a clawed hand out to him.

"Show me your soul' Barely a whisper, it was enough to send Ashley's world on its ear. Ashley was flung back in time, back in his memories, before he took the mantle of Riskbreaker. Back when he had been happy. Back when he had a family. Sydney watched through slatted eyes as the spell took hold of Ashley- the Riskbreaker lost all focus, his body locked into place, the faintest of whimpers escaping his lips. He was elsewhere now. Sydney could see in his mind's eye the scroll of events of his life played out, all before the Valencia Knighthood. Good memories and bad mingled to form Ashley as a man and a knight. Sydney shook his head as he stepped closer, circling Ashley like a lion, watching every muscle twitch, every caught breath. Ashley's body shuddered, threatened to fall, but he never lost his balance. Sydney's head tilted to one side, taken to admiring the man now.

'Hmm. . .' Sydney moved closer, to gauge a better look at the Riskbreaker's young face. Standing next to Ashley, Sydney became very aware of exactly how mush more slight he was than Ashley. The man dwarfed him- not that he was anything but slight next to anyone, but Ashley made it so much more obvious. Easily twice his mass, and a good foot taller. He definately had the muscle that could break Sydney in twain should Ashley ever lay hands on him. Sydney realized with a start that the Riskbreaker's eyes never left him. Unfocused though, not really seeing Sydney, but following him nevertheless. Sydney circled about again, watching those icy eyes. But the memories playing in Ashley's mind was his only reality.

Sydney drew close to Ashley after circling him once more, letting himself be pulled into the flow, trying to find something to use against the knight. He let his own reality slip, dipping into the reality within. He stood toe to toe with Ashley, concentrating on his eyes, as much as he was unnerved by them. His vision faded. . and his pulse quickened as he found himself in the midst of flashes of a long gone intimacy. A young blonde woman a few years younger than this version of Ashley stood before him, looking past him at Ashley behind him. She had started out of her formal dayclothes, and now started disrobing her chemise, letting the fabric slip to the floor in front of an adoring Ashley. She walked past Sydney, through him, to her love, her husband. Sydney's eyes widened slightly.

'Why am I here? This isn't what I was looking for. . . ' Sydney was preterbed, but also the controlling side of him wanted to know why this was so important to Ashley. 'I've become a lowly voyeur,' his lip lifting in a slight snarl. But he refused to stop watching. The woman closed in on Ashley, sitting on their marriage bed. He reached out to her as she pulled at the strings of his tunic, pushing it back off his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him as his hands glided over her skin. He pulled her down to him, her lips roaming his chest as he pulled off his shirt, with her hands slowly unlacing his breeks. He held her face in his hands, holding her to him as he kissed her with all the tenderness he could exhibit. 'Odd, nothing like the Riskbreaker now'. Sydney's recollection of his personal knowledge was Ashley as cold, calculating, ruthless. Nothing like the man here. He couldn't help but be affected by the scene in front of him the longer he watched. He knew this arousal was not what he wanted, but his proximity to Ashley, and the memory itself was pulling him in. Sydney scowled inwardly at himself.

The two lovers came closer, skin to skin, her mouth roaming him as he caressed every portion of her body in return. Ashley reveled in feeling her against him, her skin, her scent, her breath on him, he was lost in the memory, so tight was its hold. She leaned down, and grasped him within her arms, pulling him close, and he could do little but respond, she was his world. . . and he moved. His arms raised up to embrace her, and pull her closer to him. . .and Sydney found himself caught as he was thrust back into this reality, to find himself captive. He looked up into Ashley's eyes frantic to know if he had broken free of Sydney's spell, but Sydney found none of the hate that filled his gaze before. Only love. Sydney was more than a little puzzled. He tried to break free of Ashley's grip without breaking the cantrip's grip, but to no avail. Ashley saw only his wife in his arms, and he wasn't about to let her go free. Sydney's heart beat like a caged bird, he was at a complete loss. He had never had this happen before.

Ashley leaned forward to nuzzle at Sydney's neck, his lips softly riding along the collarbone, and leaving a tingling trail as he went up the side of Sydney's neck to nuzzle at the ear. Again, Sydney tried to wriggle free, only to have the grip tighten even more about him. Deciding it was best to play along till Ashley let go, he stopped struggling and endured. He still saw Ashley's memories being played over in his mind, and his skin burned with the rush of blood that flushed his complexion. He felt like he was alight, and the double situation of embarrassment and arousal wasn't helping. Ashley found his way to Sydney's lips, and gently brushed them with his own, The light touch made Sydney start and catch his breath. It was wrong. . but it felt. . .nice. He tried to calm himself as Ashley first gently kissed him, then became more forceful, prying Sydney's mouth open, letting him explore, flicking his tongue against Sydney's. The sorcerer was exercising every bit of willpower to keep from pulling back or biting down at the intrusion, trying desprately to convince himself that there was a reason for this.

Sydney concentrated on the memory, deciding to mimic Ashley's wife's actions, hoping for a chance to break away. He wrapped his arms around Ashley, his metal claws catching on the fabric of the Riskbreaker's clothing. She had dug in a little with her fingers; he did the same. With spectacular results. Ashley' back arched, and he broke the kiss, his head flung back a bit as his breath caught in his throat. Sydney flinched at the sudden squeeze, only to realize that Ashley was only holding him tighter now, his erection pressing against the sorcerer's own. Sydney froze, his eyes wide with surprise. 'Don't move don't move don't move. . . ' was his mantra for the moment. Ashley reacted to the stiffening of the sorcerer's body, and looked down. Still seeing his wife. He loosened his grip on Sydney just enough to let him be comfortable, but not let him get away. The soft look that he had in his eyes now glinted with something more that Sydney didn't recognize. Then, he felt as if he stepped into a chasm that had no end.

Ashley brought one arm to encircle Sydney's waist, and the other he brought up to cradle his face, lightly tracing over Sydney's features. The sorcerer was at a complete loss, and no longer tried to break away, but stood there, forcing himself to concentrate on the memory again. It was only slightly more comfortable watching as a voyeur than to have to look into those eyes now. He let his body go slack as Ashley swallowed his lips again, tasting him as he did before, but with renewed vigour. His hand traveled across Sydney's shoulder, and brushed down his chest, fingertips brushing across Sydney's nipple, drawing a light cry from him. Ashley's mouth moved across the sorcerer's face and down his throat again. He kneeled to the stone floor, dragging Sydney down as well, his teeth nipping along his neck, and tongue playing across his chest as he pulled Sydney to straddle his lap. Sydney could barely keep his breath with the sensations shooting through his body, his mind struggling to keep Ashley in the magic's grip. Ashley started his roaming in earnest, setting every nerve on Sydney's torso afire. Ashley knew by heart all the spots that set his wife so eagerly upon him. . . and those same spot triggered Sydney. Thoughts of escaping from Ashley's grip were completely gone now, replaced by a need that Sydney couldn't place. The scene before his own eyes mirrored his situation exactly, but she apparently knew how to cope. Sydney attempted to emulate her once more.

Ashley shifted his hips upward, brushing his erection against Sydney's, the cloth of his torso cover pulling taunt against him, becoming uncomfortable. While keeping his teeth at attention the Sydney's nipple, he reached down freeing himself from the discomfort. He then brought his hand up to cup Sydney, his fingers pressing in where his wife's most sensitive area would be. Sydney nearly cried aloud at this, once again forced to this reality. He looked down at Ashley, still tied tight into his memory, to see what to do to hurry it along. 'This. . . isn't ending. . . quick enough' Sydney's body was getting beyond his control, but he knew he dare not let his magic loose. No telling how Ashley would react, namely what he would do to the slight sorcerer. He decided to do something out of the memory, on his own. He leaned forward into Ashley, kissing at his neck as well, making note of where he had been kissed, and how she had done it, small breathy gasps came from Ashley as he worked his way down. Ashley loosened his grip, but kept a hand on Sidney's arm. Sydney used his teeth as well to nip along Ashley's shoulder, down his chest. Ran his tongue across the smooth skin, and worked still further down. Sydney grimaced a little at the prospect of taking another man into his mouth, but he had never done this, neither with a man, nor a woman. He had to no expectations. Ashley's hand traveled to Sydney's hair, his fingers entwining within the strands and brushing along the sorcerer's scalp. 'Dammit, can't he just stop touching?' Sydney was exasperated, but the annoyance faded with the touch of his lips to Ashley's erect member. The soft sounds that made their way past Ashley's lips made Sydney pause. He looked up to the Riskbreaker's face, and saw nothing but amazement. Surprised at what control he gained over Ashley with this little act, he went down again, running his tongue along the underside of his shaft, his fingers straying to stroke Ashley's scrotum with the lightest of touches. Ashley threw back his head and squirmed under his touch, raising his hips a little in a plea for more. Finally Sydney grew to like this part of the game, and brought the head of Ashley's shaft between his lips and suckled it into his mouth, barely restraining a smile at the act.

Ashley watched his wife do the one act she had never done before, the act of total worship he had always dreamed she would do. And it was heaven between those lips. Kissing them had been a gift of angels in itself, but this. . .he had died and given himself to the Being above. His hand still twined in her hair, but he felt he wouldn't last. He wanted desprately to be in her, to be one with her. . . he had enough teasing. He wanted to pleasure her in kind. Then, he wanted to be whole.

Sydney drew back with a start when the gasps stopped, and Ashley rose with the speed of a hunter, rising up on his knees, bringing up Sydney with him, then pulling him down to the floor with Ashley nestled between his thighs in a movement so swift, he hadn't time to register what happened till after he was back to the floor, pinned down by the knight. Ashley's mouth was moving along Sydney's torso, kissing and nipping, small shocked gasps coming from Sydney at every touch. Sydney was fighting for control yet again. His body was dangerously close to betraying him of his magic, and the last thing he wanted was to make enough noise for Hardin to return to investigate. He doubted he could explain this away easily.

Sydney gritted his teeth as Ashley reached with his mouth down to the strings on his breeks. Confused for a moment, Ashley stopped and stared at the string dumbfounded, Sydney's grip of the dream nearly slipping. The sorcerer gained breath, concentrated a bit, then Ashley continued with his actions. The string undone, and a little force applied, and Sydney was deprived of his breeks, the Riskbreaker's breath tickling that area of skin usually covered. Sydney's body tensed up again, and Ashley's hand came up and stroked him, consoling him into relaxing again, and Sydney was dumbfounded when his body responded to the magic under the knight's own fingers. Soft lips applied kisses to his inner thighs, and one hand stroked at the soft skin surrounding the sorcerer's genitals. Sydney bucked forward unconsiously, and Ashley's lips went to cover the head of his member, his tongue caressing the skin as he applied kisses along the sorcerer's whole shaft. Sydney caught his breath over repeatedly as Ashley tended to him, his mind phasing out to concentrate solely on the pleasure Ashley was giving him. The memory that played out in Ashley's head was doing nothing like this act, but Sydney knew that soon, the knight would want entry. He shuddered a little at the thought, but he felt that it might not be entirely without pleasure. He watched as Ashley tended to him with the gentlest of touches again, and decided to finally let himself give in. He wouldn't win this fight now.

Ashley figured he had waited long enough. His wife shuddered and bucked under his touch, her moans goading him on to more urgent actions now. He brought his body up to cover her, his mouth fluttering over her skin as he made his way up, the fingers of one hand playing down to her opening, caressing even more moans from her. He let one finger gently ease in, her body at first locking up, then arching under him, as her moans caught in her throat, nothing but sharp, short breaths came now. He wouldn't rush, he wanted her to melt under his touch as much as possible before he took her. And her moans returned, goading him on.

Sydney was no longer anything more than sensation. He hadn't known what else to expect, and the Riskbreaker continued to surprise him. He had tensed at first, but it ended up hurting, so he forced himself to relax. Now the knight's fingers were playing along a spot that continually jolted waves through him. Sydney no longer cared if he could be heard into the heart of Lea Monde, he wanted this more. Still he retained grasp of Ashley's reality, and the act and the dream were converging on the same route again. Ashley let another finger enter him, and eventually a third. It hurt with every new intrusion, but Ashley worked a little at him, never going any further til more moans were illicited from Sydney’s throat. The sensations were overwhelming Sydney again. His body tightened up, and a rushing sensation was gathering between his legs. He was so close to something. . .then Ashley removed his hands. Sydney's hips followed involuntarily, and Sydney bit his lip in frustration now at the sudden emptiness. So close to something. . . Ashley moved to cover Sydney now, his lips covering the sorcerer's. He pulled at Sydney's hips to lift him enough for Ashley's member to find Sydney's opening, keeping his lips to Sydney's skin the whole time. He pressing against Sydney, bringing back mere jolts of that sensation he came so close to before, then Ashley's cockhead was at his opening, not pressing forward, just touching. It was driving Sydney mad. Ashley applied just a little pressure at Sydney's desprate little whines and impatient moans, but he still didn't enter.

'Goddam tease' Sydney growled to himself. He finally bucked his hips forward, forcing the knight to enter him. . . .and he cried out in shock at the sudden pain of Ashley's entry. But the pain faded as Ashley rocked gently against him, a persistent friction against the sorcerer's cock brought his mind from the pain to the sensation growing throughout his body again. Ashley rocked slowly into him, drawing back a little if Sydney's voice betrayed discomfort, covering him with kisses and making sure the sorcerer's mind was always elsewhere. Sydney was finding that the reality in Ashley's head was almost at an end, and almost out of his grasp as well. He struggled to keep a grasp on it as he gave more of his conciousness up to this act. The pain eventually was no longer existent. Ashley lay against him, his legs drawn under him, and Sydney's legs loosely wrapped around his waist.

He was buried to the hilt, his wife's body wrapped around him, inside and out, and she had ahold of him inside, clamping down, making him struggle to prolong his release. Her chest heaved under him, her breathy sighs in his ear, almost drawing him to release as much as her inner grasping was. He had to stop for a moment to keep his composure. his hand went down to touch her clit, to make her jump a little, to bring her closer so he could come with her at the same time. A chore for him, but worth it. His fingers rubbed up against her, and grasped a little to make her squirm.

The sorcerer bucked against as the knight wrapped his hand around his own erection, stroking him and squeezing with the gentlest of grips. Sydney almost couldn't last, he was so close. He moaned in agitation again, and Ashley's hand fell away. Sydney found himself covered again by the Riskbreaker, his lips brushing up to Sydney's, his tongue snaking out to lick at Sydney's lips. Sydney dared to let his tongue meet Ashley's, shivering the while, and Ashley pushed forward again, his hips starting a slow pace against Sydney. Sydney cried out, and he started to thrust his hips forward as well to meet Ashley's motions. The knight covered Sydney's mouth with his own again, swallowing the sounds that were uttered by the sorcerer. Sydney almost sighed in relief. 'Hardin won't hear now. . . hopefully.'

All Ashley felt now was her, she was around him, under him, her soft skin under his touch, the scent of her hair filled his perception, her nails digging in to his shoulders, her body responding in kind to his thrusts, struggling to meet with his. . . .he wanted to last for her, hear her moan for him, have her body rise up under him as he rocked into her. . .

. . . and Sydney's world was now fixated on that one point where he and Ashley were joined. Ashley speeded his thrusting just a little, pulling out till only his head remained, then gliding back in to the hilt in one smooth motion. Sydney's breath's were coming in time to the thrusts, making him a little light-headed, his sight fading out as he joined Ashley in his world again, watching the mental coupling Ashley was experiencing now, only it was Sydney sharing his wife's sensations. She was writhing under Ashley, her moans seductive, urging Ashley on to greater heights as he thrust into her as gently as he could while gaining speed. The friction of Ashley against his own member were bringing him almost to conclusion, and Sydney struggled still to keep hold of the situation. His body tightened up as he grew close, actually pulling Ashley to him now, his claws digging in, drawing blood that rolled down Ashley's shoulder onto Sydney. The sorcerer absently lapped at some of the drops, the effect of tongue against Ashley's skin pushing Ashley over, his thrusts now hard and urgent, and Sydney finally gave in,. That built up feeling that gathered around his own cock had finally let go, and he came, his body arching up into Ashley, drops of his semen falling, flowing down his skin over his stomach. Ashley felt Sydney clamp down around him, and with a few final thrusts, came as well, pushing into Sydney as hard as he could, He lowered himself against Sydney, his, arms going around his body, pulling the sorcerer as close as he could, as the spasms of his cock subsided, and Sydney's body stroked at him. Sydney was Gasping for air, His claws embedded in Ashley's shoulders, his control of the dream slipping its last. . .and finally out of his control. Ashley shot up and his head thrown back as the rest of the memory flooded him. Sydney was dropped to the floor, and Ashley's retreat pulling him out of the sorcerer painfully. Sydney backed away as Ashley gripped at his head, and cried out. . . flashes were all Ashley could get now. . .a day under a tree. . .his wife looking down at Ashley. . .his son playing at the edge o the blanket with grass. . . her leaning down for a kiss before returning to the house. . . rouges. . . pools of blood. . . she was dead. . . and his son. . . and Ashley wasn't fast enough. . . rogue fleeing in the distance. . . he wasn't fast enough. . .

The room was filled with silence as the two lay on the floor, the silence punctuated with the occasional breath, then the sound of shifting cloth as Sydney redressed. He stood and watched the semi unconcious Riskbreaker, Ashley's mind still playing out the rest of the memory. Sydney shook his head slightly, and he reached over to Ashley, putting his garment back into order. Sydney felt the need to stroke at Ashley's forehead, but dared not with the claws. He merely stood and watched as the knight came back around, the look of hurt in his eyes instead of hate now. Sydney could do nothing for him, just wait for the drama to play itself out now.