Dancing in the Dark

Dancing in the Dark

Chapter I – For the Longest Time

If you said good bye to me tonight
There would still be music left to write
What else could I do?
I\'m so inspired by you.
That hasn’t happened for the longest time

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Disclaimer: This story, like its prequel, is primarily focused on homosexual intercourse. On that note, this is a sequel to my story Tainted Love. I strongly suggest reading that first. Anyway, the main topics here are incest, slash, a bit of gender confusion and a little bit of het. Maybe a threesome every so often. If it gets weirder than that, I\'ll tell you. I doubt very much non-con but don’t rule that out completely. Oh, and masturbation\'s a given. On that note, there\'s very little in this chapter to occasion a disclaimer.
Next bit. I own all the characters. Do not use them without my permission. Do not steal this story. Title belongs to Bruce Springsteen and chapter title to Billy Joel. Everything else is mine. Got it? Good.
Third bit, if you\'ve made it this far. Again, this is a sequel. It\'s easy to figure out the characters but I\'ve spent 20 chapters of Tainted Love developing a world and its history, so the countries and events spoken about may not always be explained.

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Summary: Noah Gilld is a seventeen year old boy who is facing the normal trials of teenage hood. His parents are nuts, his job is driving him crazy… oh and he needs to find a wife to produce heirs soon since his uncle the king has refused to and he\'s crown prince. Then things start getting difficult when the weight of everyone else\'s problems lands right on his shoulders and he finds himself attracted to the one girl who is intent on avoiding him at all cost. And when an old enemy returns, all hell breaks loose and Noah finds out just how much responsibility he really has…

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Just one more, I promise: Recap of Tainted Love (if you want to actually read it or you remember what happened, don’t read this). Two brothers, Joshua and Jonathan, suffer greatly at the hands of their sexually abusive father (who is King of the country). Things come to a head when Josh is transformed into a lion and Jon becomes his father\'s new favorite sex toy. However, Andrew\'s plans to quell his sons are ruined when the two fall head over heels for one another. Bestiality and Incest aside, the two boys are perfectly happy until they are discovered. Josh is sentenced to death and Jon thrown into prison. But with the help of Josh\'s girlfriend, who he sorta forgot to tell his brother about, the trio escape. They cross the border from Andrew\'s country, Miyalah Surey, into Josh\'s girlfriend, Liz\'s home and, on the way, they begin to realize that if two is better than one, three must be one hell of an orgy. A bit of a problem occurs, however, when Liz is murdered and Jon beaten up. War has begun between Miyalah Surey and Liz\'s home, Kroy Wen, and Josh and Jon, after some seriously unpleasant episodes, join with Kroy Wen and win the support of that country to help depose their father. With the help of the mysterious Moon Daughter who was supposed to have died ten years earlier, they overcome Andrew and return to Miyalah Surey as Sun Child (head Sorcerer) and King respectively. Two years later, the Moon Daughter returns to them and Josh and Jon are pleasantly surprised, and not a little peeved, to find out that Liz is that sorceress. In any case, they all live happily ever after… at least until the children come along.

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The Story

I sat at the window, staring out into space with a guitar in my lap and one hell of a headache. Today was just one of those days when you wonder why in hell you bothered coming out of the womb in the first place. I idly strummed the beginning of a song, but caught myself before I started singing. It was too late, however.
\"There you are!\" she shouted. I cringed. For the past hour I had managed to hide from her but no longer. She had found me.
She bounced into the room and stood before me, hands on her hips and pale blue eyes glaring angrily into my own. I sighed and closed my eyes, shutting the sea green orbs I had inherited from my father away from view. She grabbed the guitar from my lap and ran across the room towards the other window. I was after her like a shot, unwilling to allow my precious guitar in the hands of such a monster.
It was too late, however, for the window had been left open and she was already holding it through the open portal, letting it dangle from the strap I had been stupid enough not to put on.
\"Jordana!\" I hissed, trying to keep my legendary temper under control. \"Put it down.\"
\"Okay,\" she said brightly and let go of the strap. I screamed and dove for the precious instrument. Jordana was faster, humming a few bars of Defying Gravity and grinning as the guitar slowly levitated back up.
\"You\'re not supposed to use that spell for frivolous reasons,\" I told her tiredly, sick of this conversation.
\"Would you prefer I dropped it?\" she asked sweetly. God, that girl was truly her mother\'s daughter.
\"No, Jordana, I wouldn’t.\"
\"Then give me one good reason to bring it back in.\"
\"What do you want me to do?\" I gave in, knowing that this had been her goal all day.
\"You promised last night to take me riding today.\" I swore softly, she had remembered that.
\"Why don’t you get Abie to take you?\" I suggested.
\"Abie, as you well know, is attached at the mouth to his new fiancée.\" Not for the first time, I resented my older brother for his recent engagement, thrilled though I was that he would finally be married.
\"Watch your mouth.\"
\"Like you ever do. It\'s all your bad example.\"
\"I\'m a terrible older brother,\" I said happily.
\"Horribly,\" she agreed, bringing the guitar back in. \"So do we have a date?\"
\"Downstairs in fifteen minutes,\" I agreed, resigned to my fate. She laughed and leapt at me, hugging me tightly. I ruffled her dark brown hair and pressed a kiss to her forehead. \"Now get out before I decide I like you.\"
\"No danger of that,\" she said, disappearing through the door. I groaned and raked my hands through my dirty blond hair, trying to keep the too long strands out of my face.
\"Would a haircut kill you?\" came a voice from behind me. I whirled around in surprise.
\"Mother!?\" I practically yelped. \"What are you doing here?\"
\"Telling you to get a haircut, last I checked,\" she answered. I rolled my eyes—people asked where I got my sarcasm from and this was the answer.
\"I\'ll rephrase the question; why aren’t you at the castle; Grandda\'s having that moronic dinn… you\'re skipping it, aren’t you!\"
\"Of course I am, you twit,\" my mother replied, taking a seat opposite the guitar on the window ledge. \"Why is your guitar so close to the window?\"
\"Your daughter was blackmailing me.\"
\"Did it work?\"
\"It always does.\" We grinned at one another. I hadn’t seen my mother in over a month, which was irritating but not all that surprising. \"So how long are you here for?\"
\"A night,\" she answered with a sigh.
\"Daddy\'s not here, are you sure you want to stay that long?\" She stuck her tongue out at me.
\"You know, I have more things to do in life than screw your father.\"
I made a face. \"That was way more detail than I needed,\" I told her, trying to keep from retching.
\"Your uncle, for one,\" she added, enjoying my intense discomfort.
\"Don’t you think that joke\'s a little old?\" I whined.
She raised her eyebrow at me. \"No, not really.\" So typical. \"So, would you mind if I came riding with you two. I\'d like a while to clear my mind before I speak to your brother.\"
\"Which one?\"
\"The one that went off and got engaged as soon as his parents were away.\" I snickered, remembering my own reaction when Abie had come home and announced to me, Jordana and my little brother Ethan that he was engaged. \"Well, you seem to think it\'s hilarious.\"
\"I think it\'s just nice that for once in our lives, we\'ve managed to pull something over on you.\"
\"I\'m flattered,\" she drawled. I had always had this easy relationship with my mother, we were similar personalities and she was the strongest person I knew.
\"But you\'re more than welcome to come, as long as Jordi doesn’t think you\'re trying to stay on her back.\"
\"For a change, I\'m not trying to turn her into the next great sorceress.\"
\"Well, you\'re a hard act to follow.\"
\"As opposed to Uncle Jon, who isn’t?\" I sighed, not deigning to answer that. My family was crazy enough to take over an asylum and through no fault of our own.
Twenty two years ago, my father and uncle ran away from their abusive father and led a revolution that eventually led to my tyrannous grandfather\'s death. He had been king of Miyalah Surey and, in defiance of the Council, Sun Child as well. Once he was assassinated, my father accepted the role of greatest sorcerer in the world, the Sun Child and my Uncle Jon became King. My brother Abie and I were born to take over as Sorcerer and King respectively, for my uncle had never married, saying that he would rather live alone than without true love. While I had great respect for his leadership abilities, I thought he was an idiot when it came to relationships and he knew that. Needless to say, we did not get along well.
\"Let\'s go,\" my mother said with a sigh. \"Or your sister will come storming back up and I\'ll owe you a new guitar.\" She rose to her feet and I watched her leave: The most powerful sorceress in Learsi, leader of the Council and quite possibly the only person who could destroy the world single-handedly… and my mother.
\"Hurry up, Noah!\" she called after me. I followed her out of my suite and down the enormous marble staircase.
\"What took you so- Mommy!\" I laughed as I heard the sound of my fourteen-year-old sister race inside. \"Aren\'t you supposed to be at that banquet?\"
\"I told Grandda you\'d go in my stead, okay?\" Jordi groaned.
\"Mommy, you\'re so mean.\"
\"I know.\" My mother laid her hand around Jordi\'s shoulders. \"Noah said I could join you on your ride. If I promise not to talk about work, can I come?\"
Jordi pouted. \"Fine! But only because Noah said yes.\"
\"Teenagers,\" I said airily. \"They never want to be seen around their parents.\"
My mother looked at me curiously. \"And how old are you?\" I laughed; I was still seventeen, but very mature for my age…sort of.
We were soon outside and mounted on our steeds. Jordi, for all her complaining, had ridden ahead to talk to my mother about what she informed me were \"female things\". When I commented that I would need this for when I married, my mother nearly cuffed me over the head. I didn’t want to be in Abie\'s shoes\' tonight. Although it would be nice to have someone in the bed with me.
I sighed and let the horse go where it willed. There were more than enough young girls to interest me and more than enough men to keep me occupied. But I disliked using a whore and taking the virginity of one of those upper class girls, not matter how much I would enjoy making them squirm would leave me with a fiancée. Which left me with the men. And they too seem convinced that a one night stand meant a lifetime of love, regardless of whether or not they loved me. I was rich, powerful, good looking and ever so modest. And I was not going to settle for some aristocratic bitch. I needed someone intelligent, funny, witty and who could stand up to my mother. The last would be the hardest.
A soft moan stirred me from my reverie. I sat up and slowed the horse to a walk, listening for the noise. It soon sounded again, followed by a whimpered cry and a name. I froze, recognizing both the name and the voice crying it.
Unable to help myself, I dismounted and crept through the woods, searching for the source of the moans. Peering through a clearing, I saw my target. Lying naked in the middle of the grass was my younger brother, one hand wrapped around his young cock as he called the same name over and over again. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, whimpering as he worked his hand up and down his shaft and his other hand caressed his balls, rubbing them as he arched into his own grip. I turned away, shutting my eyes to try and ignore him. But I couldn’t, if only because of the name he repeated.
He was panting and I could hear him as he drew closer and closer to his climax. He begged his release from his phantom lover. And as he cried the name one last time, I wondered just what the hell he was getting himself into.
I turned around and watched as he washed himself off with a bottle of water he kept beside him. He pulled on a pair of pants that had been flung off earlier and curled up into a small ball, sobbing. My heart went out to my baby brother, a victim of his own desires and I sauntered into the clearing, making as much noise as I could.
Ethan looked up in shock. \"Who\'s there?\" he called, his voice trembling.
\"It\'s Noah,\" I told him. \"Are you alright?\"
I\'m fine,\" he said, turning away from me and huddling closer to himself. I approached him anyway and knelt next to him, pulling him into a gentle hug.
\"Are you fine?\" I asked gently, stroking his hair. \"Because I could have sworn you were crying before.\" Ethan kept his face buried in my chest. \"Do you want to talk about it?\" He shook his head vehemently, his silent tears leaking into my shirt. I let it be, rocking him back and forth in my arms. I had always felt bad for my baby brother; the youngest of four in a family made for threes. He always felt like the extra one, the superfluous one and he used to hero-worship me so, once I got over my frustration with that, we became incredibly good friends.
\"What were you doing here?\" Ethan asked finally. \"I hadn’t thought anyone was going out today.\" Evidently not, I thought to myself. Otherwise I doubt you would have been masturbating.
\"Jordi blackmailed me into taking her riding but Mother returned for the night and let me off the hook.\"
\"Mother\'s home?\" he asked quietly.
\"Yeah, something about Abie…\" I trailed off and he laughed through his tears.
\"Oh, I want to hear her get her hands on him.\"
\"Me too,\" I agreed, rubbing his back.
Ethan relaxed, his head resting on my shoulder. \"Shall we go back and spy on them?\" he suggested. I was very amenable to that, so he rose fluidly and I offered him a ride back. He accepted with a shy grin and I laughed, ruffling his reddish blond locks.
We rode back and I found myself but a few yards behind my mother and sister. It wasn’t until we reached the gates, however, that I began to worry. There was a familiar figure ahead, one I hadn’t expected to see. Ethan saw it too, for his grip on my waist suddenly tensed. I groaned, not at all pleased at having the object of my brother\'s fantasy appear before us. Especially because the man in question was undoubtedly there to speak to me. My Uncle Jon always was.

T.B.C.

A/N – I\'m sorry about the seriously long introduction, I\'m not usually that bad. Anyway, thank you for reading and please read and review, I\'d like it very much and Ethan\'s desperate for me to give him some action other than his own hand.
N: And what about me.
JAB: Fall in love, then we\'ll talk.
E: You\'re a cruel authoress.
J+Jn: YAH!!!!

~JABberwocky