Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 34.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #34. Resistance isn't just futile, it's utterly useless.

Author: Darkling Willow

Pairing: Non.

Rating: NC - 17
Abuse, Anal, Angst, BDSM, Bi, B-Mod, Bond, Death, D/s, H/C, HJ, Humil, Language, M/F, M/M, Minor, N/C, OC, Oral, Preg, Rim, Spank, Violence, Voy, VS, WD, WIP.

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Summary: Leyjen tries to fight him, but even a god must sometimes lose.

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Chapter 34. Resistance isn't just futile, it's utterly useless.

Leyjen swallowed hard, eyes trained on the scarred back of Polinues’ neck, the blackened steel ring seared into the skin glinting eerily in the semi light of the Temple.
The unscarred pale pink skin of the boy’s back was prickled with goosebumps, and his shoulders shivered, his hands whiteknuckled around his ankles, knees aching and feet tingling from the lack of blood flow. His head was bent forwards in the submissive position required for the ceremony, lithe muscles trembling with fatigue under the smooth skin.
Leyjen had to force himself to breathe calmly, willing himself to stay calm and flaccid.
The heavy velvet of his ceremonial robes was stifling, making him sweat but at the same time it concealed his half erect cock. He was silently thankful that the deep hood also hid his flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
The sight of Polinues’ half naked body was stretching Leyjen’s resolve to the max, and the ceremony felt like it was taking forever to complete.

Finally Polinues’ name was called and he climbed the tiers of the altar stage, performing his part of the ceremony perfectly, Leyjen following him close behind.
Leyjen had to fight his emotions as Polinues lay down on the ice cold altar, and Leyjen placed his trembling hands on the teen’s shoulders.
Polinues looked up into the amber eyes, a gentle, reassuring smile in his one grey eye.
The High Cleric went through his routine and approached the teen laying on the altar.

Leyjen’s fingers dug into the soft skin of Polinues’ shoulders, Polinues’ fingers whiteknuckled around the edges of the altar, and he hissed low between clenched teeth, as the cold piercing pin forced its way through the skin at the edge of one areola.
Leyjen watched the beads of sweat rising on Polinues’ forehead, his teeth digging into his bottom lip and his nostrils flared, as he willed himself through the pain.
The steel rings were threaded through his skin, and rising from the altar Polinues was given his new ash grey robes, and his braided canvas belt, and thus entered his third stage, the first intermission.

Leyjen waited patiently while Polinues laced the new cotton robes around himself, then stayed close to the boy throughout the festivities that followed.

Brigale never strayed more than two feet away from Polinues, until it was time for Polinues to leave, since he wasn’t of age yet.
They walked slowly through the darkness, Polinues twining an arm around Leyjen’s arm, molding his body against the older man’s side.

“What are you doing, Ilithil? You’re being more clingy than usual.”
Leyjen held his breath as a small group of older clerics passed them, letting it out in a rush, he was panting slightly, his blood pooling in his groin in reaction to Polinues’ body.

“Brigale gave me a couple of pints of ale. I’m dizzy.” Polinues replied with a snicker, looking around quickly to make sure noone was close enough to witness his next action.

Leyjen bit back a shout as the slender teen slammed into his side, making him stumble off the street and into a row of trees that lined the street between two buildings.
Leyjen didn’t gain his footing until he collided with the wall of one building, Polinues pushing him flush against the wall, alcohol warmed hands grabbing Leyjen’s face and flushed lips seeking him.

“Touch me! Please. Touch me, Leyjen, I need it. I need you to touch me.” Polinues gasped and moaned, pressing his body against Leyjen, grinding his groin into Leyjen’s rapidly growing erection.

“Ilithil, not here, are you crazy? Oh, Parlamet!” Leyjen struggled to push the boy away, but his hands betrayed him, sliding around Polinues’ waist and pulling him closer, Leyjen claimed his mouth with raging hunger.
Polinues’ knees buckled for a moment as he opened his mouth allowing the older cleric full access, and slender fingers tangled in the heavy velvet of Leyjen’s ceremonial robes.
It felt like the boy was trying to climb inside Leyjen, giving himself completely over to their passion, and Leyjen grabbed the slender hips, grinding back against the erection under the ash grey robes.

They kissed for a few more minutes, hands groping wherever they could grab hold, and Leyjen felt short of breath when he finally broke the kiss.

“No, Leyjen, please. Touch me.” Polinue moaned, shaking fingers tugging at the laces of his robes, a slim thigh pushing between Leyjen’s legs.

“No, Ilithil, not here. Oh, Wraith… I can’t believe I’m doing this. I’ll walk you to the Novice’s cloister, and you’ll go to your room…”

“No, I don’t want to. I want to be with you.”

“I know, I want you too, Polinues. But listen, I can’t take you to my room just like that. You’ll go to your room, and I’ll wait for a little bit. Use one of your vanishing spells and sneak back downstairs, and then you can follow me to my room. Just make sure noone sees you come back out. Alright?”
Polinues stretched up and claimed Leyjen’s lips with a quick kiss, then nodded his head and pulled away from the older man.

Leyjen tried to slow down his breathing before he pushed away from the wall behind him, Polinues was quicker to recover.
He was back out on the street in a flash, grinning impishly at a couple of his peers that were ambling past. Leyjen came bursting out of the line of trees with a flurry of his snow white robes, and Polinues’ peers yelped with surprise.

“He pushed me…” Leyjen tried to laugh, his grin a little lopsided, as he pretended to brush dirt off his skirts.

The three boys took off ahead of the cleric, and Leyjen followed them to the Cloister. As they entered the building Polinues turned around and hugged Leyjen close.

“Good night, Leyjen. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said just loud enough to not arouse suspicion and Leyjen kissed the top of his hood, which was becoming increasingly difficult since Polinues was growing up so fast.
Leyjen turned to leave again but his eyes landed on the prefect where he sat behind his desk in the hallway, doing tally as the newly turned novices came through the doors.


“Hey, Gerrard. How you doing? It’s been a while.” Leyjen greeted the young man, with a smile, and the prefect smiled back.

“Yeah, we’ve hardly seen each other since last year. You getting better?”

“Mostly. Still relapse a little if the stress gets too much, but I’m pretty much back to normal.”

“That’s great to hear. Oy, boy! What’s your name?” Gerrard yelled after a novice that was bounding up the stairs, then ticked the name off on the list on his desk.

“So, how did the Turning go? Anything exciting happen?”

“You weren’t there?”

“No, had door duty. After Tisék got murdered they won’t let us leave if we have door duty. Now we have to sit here the whole shift, no matter what is going on.”

“Oh, wow, that must suck badly. But no. Nothing really exciting happened. Except… There was this one boy. You know the Therkolait boy? The red head? Well, he messed up on every tier, but it was so minor that the High Cleric didn’t send him down again, rather just asked his questions again, and then the kid got his lines right. But when he got up on the altar and they were making the piercing, he kicked the High Cleric, and they ended up having three clerics hold him down, as well as his mentor. Then he pulled away somehow and tore the piercing pin out of his chest.”

Gerrard yelped, then laughed along with Leyjen. A couple of more novices drifted in, and Leyjen felt his nervousness rise.

“You took your Turning this spring didn’t you? Because of the injuries you sustained?” Gerrard asked innocently, a humoured grin tugging at his lips.

“Huh? Oh, yes. I was unconcious in the Healing Halls when the rest of you guys took the Turning. Why do you ask?”

“Because you missed it when one of the guys got sent back down. You remember the guy from Narthalor? Halfor was his name.”

Leyjen wracked his brain for a bit, finally digging up the face that went with that name.
“Oh, yeah. I remember him. The mousy little guy who never seemed to get that we aren’t allowed to sing in the library.”

“Yeah, that’s Halfor. Well, last year when we took our Turning, he kept messing up his lines, until the High Cleric got fed up with him, and sent him back to the bottom tier and told him to go to the back of the line. Halfor did, but the line was like halfway done when he suddenly got to his feet and started singing at the top of his lungs. His guard smacked him repeatedly to try and shut him up, but Halfor just kept singing. When the High Cleric had enough he climbed down to the bottom tier and ordered Halfor to shut up.”

“Shit. Man I can’t believe I missed that. What happened? Did Halfor listen?” Leyjen smiled brightly, outwardly ignoring the gentle tug to the back of his robes. Only the invisible Polinues noticed the small gesture of Leyjen’s hand, telling him to be patient.

Gerrard smiled brightly as he finished his story.
“Oh no, he kept singing until the High Cleric slapped him, and then Halfor started yelling that he was leaving the Temples. He disrupted the entire ceremony and had to be physically removed from the Temple. He was out of here before the end of the week.”

“Oh man. That must have been the best fun those ceremonies have seen in ages. So, what happened to him? To Halfor I mean?”

Gerrard leaned over the desk to make sure only Leyjen heard him and whispered,
“I heard that he went down south to Neltharay, and is now working as a dancer.”

“A dancer?”

“Yes. A naked dancer in one of those erotic shows they have down there.”
Both men laughed into their sleeves, Leyjen blushing slightly and Gerrard’s eyes sparkling.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know guys could work in places like that. He must have really hated this place then.”

“Oh, yeah. He never talked about anything other than leaving. I guess he just finally cracked when he realized how close he was to becoming an actual cleric.”

“Yeah. I don’t think he’s the first to crack like that. And I doubt he’ll be the last. But hey, it was great to see you. We should get together some day after classes, sit down for a coffee or something. Catch up. But now. I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted and want to get out of these robes. They’re far too thick for this heat.”

“Yeah, I hear you. How did Polinues do anyway? Perfect as ever?”
Leyjen smiled with pride as he nodded, walking towards the door.
“Of course, perfect as ever. Good night, Gerrard.”

“Yeah, good night to you too.”

Gerrard stared after his peer, as the slender man disappeared out the door. Gerrard could have sworn he saw a smaller shadow follow the cleric out the door, but only shook his head as he reached for his cup, and poured some more coffee into it. This was going to be a long night.

Leyjen struggled to walk calmly to the Cleric’s cloister, the soft patter of Polinues’ feet trailing him, sounding louder than church bells in his ears.
He ran into a few of his peers on the doorstep, and found himself caught up in some chatter for a few minutes. He was painfully aware of Polinues’ thin fingers squeezing his hand to remind him that the boy was still there, maintaining a very difficult vanishing spell.
After endless apologetic bows and excuses Leyjen finally closed the door of his room behind himself, leaning against it with a sigh, fingers already tugging at laces and belt.

“By the Wraith… Polinues? You in here?” Leyjen whispered into the darkness, jumping slightly when a match was struck by his desk and a candle lit by invisible hands, the flame flickering wildly.
Polinues materialized out of thin air, stumbling a step towards the bed, his chest heaving a little, but his face lit up with a smile.

“Oh, wow. I’ve never maintained it for so long, but it wasn’t half as hard as I thought it would be.”
Leyjen brushed the light brown hair out of the boy’s eyes, and smiled down at him.

“You’re not too tired? That spell didn’t drain you too bad?”

“Nah. I’m a little unsteady on my feet, but I’m sure I could’ve gone a while longer.”

“I’m amazed. That spell used to knock me on my ass whenever I held it for more than twenty minutes. You’re much stronger than I thought you were.”

Polinues’ impish smile made his eyes sparkle with mischief and Leyjen couldn’t stop the yelp as he was pushed down on the bed, and Polinues’ lips clashed into his, hard enough to bruise.
Despite being slim Polinues still knocked the air from Leyjen’s lungs as he crashed on top of the cleric.

Leyjen grabbed the thin hips and flipped the teen over, wrestling him down on the bed, so Leyjen could claim his mouth with a calm and collected kiss.
Polinues moaned and begged into the kiss, bucking his hips against Leyjen’s, his thin erection already thudding between them.
Leyjen did his best to calm Polinues down, pressing his hips down on the bed, exploring his mouth with tenderness, running his fingers through Polinues’ thick hair.
His breath hitched with every single one of Polinues’ trashing movements, but he fought to stay in control, doing his best to keep Polinues’ hands away from the laces of his robes.

He maintained his composure for nearly two minutes.
Then Polinues gasped for breath, Leyjen was a moment too late to realize that it was only a trick, and Polinues caught Leyjen’s bottom lip between his teeth, and tugged.

Something tore, Polinues got a fat lip via an elbow to the face, Leyjen got kneed in the groin, missing his balls by a hair’s breadth, but eventually both of them were rolling on the bed, utterly naked.
Polinues bucked so hard his back popped when Leyjen wrapped his fingers around his straining erection and squeezed.

“Oh, please, please, please… oh, Leyjen.” Polinues moaned, far too loudly, writhing on the bed, fingers spasming around the soft pillow under his head.

Leyjen’s lips wrapped around one pink nipple, teasing the brand new piercing, the faint metallic taste of blood going straight to Leyjen’s cock, while his fingers stroked the young cock slowly. He traced slow circles with his tongue, over the heaving chest, to the scarred remains of his right nipple, and Polinues choked, smashing a fist into Leyjen’s shoulder.

The cleric stopped and looked up, suddenly afraid he’d done something wrong, but instead of anger he was met with frustration.
“Don’t stop, you fucker, suck!” Polinues yelled, digging a fist into Leyjen’s auburn hair, that was just long enough to get a good grip, and pulled his mouth back over the scarred nipple.

Leyjen nibbled at it, and smiled at the extreme reactions that he pulled from the boy.
After a few moments Leyjen felt the teen’s cock twitch and with a long groan, Polinues came all over himself, splattering Leyjen’s chest as well.
Leyjen stifled the disappointment in his chest, sinking down on the bed, his blood hammering in his ears and his cock.

“Sorry.” Polinues moaned into the dark room, his body spread over the bed, and his eyes already heavy lidded.
Leyjen tugged gently at his hair, and smiled, drawing long deep breaths to calm himself.

“It’s alright. You’ve been waiting a while. It’s alright.”

“No, it isn’t. You’ve been waiting just as long, and I should be able to last longer than this. It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It was something you did to my nipple. Man, that was amazing. I just couldn’t help it.”

“It must be that sensitive because of the scars. It can happen. Usually scars make you less sensitive, but in some instances they can make you more so…”

“Shut the fuck up. You’re being annoyingly clinical. I should last longer than this. This is just stupid. What can I do?” Polinues looked up at Leyjen, the older cleric stifling a moan, brought on by the heat in Polinues’ grey eye.

“Nothing. Just lie there. Let me feel you next to me.”

He pulled the boy close to his side with one arm, sliding his other hand down his body, to wrap around his own cock.
Polinues shouted as he grabbed Leyjen’s wrist and squeezed,
“Don’t you dare. That’s mine.”

Leyjen threw his head back, his fingers fisting in the sheets and his pillow, Polinues’ hand wrapping around his cock, and the teen stroked him with tight, hard strokes.
Polinues grinned wide, enjoying the sight of the older man unravelling under his hands.
He sat up, never letting go of the thick cock, and straddled Leyjen’s thighs, leaning over his heaving chest, grinding his own growing erection against his hand.

Leyjen arched off the bed, nearly bucking the boy off himself, and grabbed him by the arms, fingers digging deep welts into the teen’s arms.
“Don’t… Get off… Please, I can’t control myself if you sit on me like this.” Leyjen moaned, his body pleading for the opposite.

Polinues only giggled girlishly, and squeezed harder.
Leyjen thrashed around on the bed, bucking into the boy’s hand.
Polinues giggled again as he eased his grip, and Leyjen felt the boy press his cock on top of Leyjen’s.

“You’re too big. I can’t reach around us both. Give me your hand…” Polinues said with frustration, and grabbing Leyjen’s wrist, guided his hand to wrap around both cocks, thrusting his hips to demand friction.
Leyjen couldn’t breathe, only obeyed the teen’s command, and jerked them both with strong, almost painful strokes.
Polinues braced his hands on Leyjen’s thighs, arching his back and throwing his head back in passion.

Leyjen stared up at the teen, trailing his eyes up from the weeping cock in his hand, over Polinues’ taut abdomen, to his chest and the gleaming steel rings in his areolae.
Leyjen squeezed their cocks hard, digging the fingers of his other hand into Polinues’ thigh.

“Touch yourself, Polinues. Let me see you come.” Leyjen whispered, his voice husky, and his breath hitched in his throat as Polinues moved his hand to the scarred right side of his chest, brushing fingertips around the pierced nipple.
The cleric groaned at the sight, pumping their cocks harder, in time with Polinues’ thrusts, and with a wicked smile Polinues brought his other hand to his lips and bit the tip of his forefinger, drawing another groan from his lover.

Polinues pinched his scarred nipple, slipping his finger between his teeth and sucked it, with his eyes half closed and a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Leyjen growled, gripping Polinues’ hip and arching off the bed, desperate to finish them both off before he would lose control of himself.
Polinues moaned around the digit in his mouth, running his fingers up and down his chest, flicking the steel rings up and down, and his head fell back.

Polinues felt the heat rising in his groin until it was almost unbearable, like his crotch was about to catch fire, and he moaned for more.
His lungs felt too small for a moment, his muscles contracting so hard he lost control of his body for a breath, and stars sparked behind his eyelids.
Leyjen felt the twitch in Polinues’ balls against his own, and without thinking about it he lifted his head from the pillow, staring down at the thick, long lines shooting over his chest.

Polinues shivered, jerked his hips in erratic thrusts, a glob of come shooting over Leyjen’s face, hitting him on the chin, spilling over his parted lips.
Polinues cried out with surprise and a little pain when Leyjen bucked so hard he nearly sent the teen flying, still holding on to his softening cock.

Leyjen raked his fingernails across one of Polinues’ cheeks, over the hipbone, down to the thigh, as he came in quick bursts, the semen flying over his abdomen, splattering on his jaw and chest.

Polinues collapsed ontop of him, smashing their lips together when Leyjen’s tongue snaked out to lick at the combined semen on his lips.
They swirled their come around their tongues, passing it from one mouth to the other, both swallowing saliva laced with each others taste.
Polinues gave up first, slipping down from Leyjen’s chest onto the bed beside the cleric, and Leyjen sighed.

“You’re crazy.” Leyjen whispered, and Polinues chuckled, rolling onto his side to mold himself to Leyjen’s side.
Leyjen stared up at the ceiling, trying to find his breath again, and Polinues twirled his fingers through the drying come on Leyjen’s chest.

“I love the taste of your come. It tastes the way you smell.” The teen whispered into Leyjen’s ear, tugging at his earlobe with his teeth, making Leyjen shiver.

“It does? And how is that exactly?”

“Like opium. Like poppies and opium. Do I have a scent?”

“Of course you do. Everyone does.”

“Really? How do I smell? Does my come taste the way I smell?”

“Yes, it does. You taste and smell like the Roganwood. Tangy, spicy. And it changes with the way your emotions change. When you’re feeling happy and content, your scent leans more towards the autumn blossom, but when your upset or angry it is more like the spring blossom. Most of the time though it’s just the Roganwood. It’s the best smell I’ve ever smelled in my life. I love the way you smell.”
Leyjen pulled the boy closer and breathed deeply of his hair.

Polinues chuckled, a sound that Leyjen recognized as embarrassment.
“What? You don’t like the way I smell?”

Polinues looked up, almost horrified by the suggestion, but his cheeks were a little flushed.
“Yes. Of course I do. I love it.”

“Then why are you so embarrassed?”

“It’s not the best scent I’ve ever smelled. It’s not like my favorite scent.”

“Then what is?”

“Cinnamon. And cloves. I love the scent of cinnamon. It makes me all fluttery in my stomach, and I feel happy. And when I smell cloves too, it’s like… like… like…”

“Perfect?” Leyjen asked quietly, twirling a finger in Polinues’ brown hair, squeezing his eyes shut to stop the tears from welling up.

Polinues squirmed around a little, and nodded against Leyjen’s shoulder.
“Yes. There’s no other way to describe it. It’s perfect. But still, when I smell that I feel like I’m missing something. Like there’s something missing, like there’s something that I’ll find someday that will make it perfect. You know what I mean?”

Leyjen nodded, biting back the tears, and he managed to keep his voice steady when he answered,
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve felt that myself.”

Polinues draped his arm over Leyjen’s chest, stroking his collarbone as if to soothe the older man, and they fell quiet.

Both were falling asleep when Polinues suddenly stirred and asked quietly,
“Leyjen? When are you going to fuck me?”

Polinues never could have expected the reaction such an innocent question got.
Leyjen jerked away, nearly pushing him out of the bed, and shouted,
“Never!”

Polinues half sat up, Leyjen jumping out of the bed and pulling on his linen trousers, while he ranted on.
“I’ll never ever fuck you, Polinues. I will never take this that far. This… This… this is so wrong in so many fucking ways that I can’t even count them, but this is still the best I’ve felt in years.”

“Then why won’t you fuck me? I want you to.”

“Polinues! No. I won’t. First, you’re too young. Way too young. Second…. Second, it’s just wrong. I can hardly control myself with you like this, can you imagine what could happen if I … if I…”

Leyjen licked his lips, his eyes darting around the room trying to find a spot to refocus. Polinues stared up at his mentor, the bare arms that leaned on the edge of the desk, the trembling body and the pale face, with eyes wide and lips quivering in fear.
Polinues rolled out of the bed and ran his hand up Leyjen’s back, soothing words on his lips but Leyjen jerked away from him, like his hands had burned him.

“Get out, Polinues. It’s far too late. Go to your room. I’ll see you tomorrow. Go.”
Leyjen’s cold tone hurt Polinues to the bone, but without another word, the teen pulled his trousers on, and threw his robes on quickly, storming out of the room without any regard to whether he would be seen or not.

Leyjen slammed the door after him, and leaned against it, finally breathing again.

He sank down on the floor by the door, and hid his face in his hands, allowing the tears to flood the surface, but he kept the scream in.