Children of the Wyrm

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He watched in silent horror as his brother stepped forward, breaking the prayer and passing him by. His throat felt tight and constricted, his mouth dry and his tongue felt heavy as he opened it to speak. He began to tremble more with every step his brother took, bringing him—them closer to betrayal. He held out his hand, but he couldn’t force a sound out of his throat to warn him, he couldn’t even find the breath to breathe. His brother laid hands on their teacher’s back, shoving hard, and he didn’t even turn as he fell into the cold dark water. He found his voice then, and he fell to his knees, grabbing the sides of his head as he screamed.

His wrist was pulled away roughly and an open palm landed across his cheek to deliver a head ringing blow. He turned his face with the force of it, then lifted his eyes to the furious, though pleased, face of his brother. No, no this boy was not his brother now. He had betrayed the man that would have been their father. Tears overflowed and his breath hitched in a sob.

“You’re pathetic.” Kineas said, sneering distastefully. “But you didn’t say anything, so I know I can trust you. . .for a while. I really thought you were going to say something, and I swear I would have killed you.” He said, running a hand through his short dark brown hair. He let go of his brother’s wrist and headed for the door, turning around and frowning to see the blond leaning over the edge of the water. “Are you trying to follow him?” He asked, smirking.

“We betrayed him,” Mishka said in a wavering voice. “Our teacher, our guide. What are we going to do now? The house, the money, everything was his.”

“Tch, is that all your worried about? I can get the money, we have all of his cards and information. We’ll travel, you want to travel don’t you? We’ll be fine.” He said with a superior tone. When his brother didn’t respond, he glared. “Damn it Michelle!” He used his brother’s birth name, “It’s over, don’t you get it?! We’re free!” He shouted, holding out his arms. “I did us a favor! We can leave all of this behind us, start again! I don’t know if we’ll start aging or not, but if we don’t we’ll just have to keep moving.”

“You want to leave the Wyrm?” The blond asked, wiping his eyes as he turned around.

“You want to take It us?” Kineas asked, as if horrified.

“Well, It gave us this life. . .And Sensei said that It gave power. We’re what, sixty? What if we age?” He asked, terrified. Kineas sighed, scratching the back of his head.

“Well whatever. We’ll sleep on it, alright? Come on.” He said, gesturing with his hand to follow. The smile on his face was one Mishka had seen before, and he didn’t like it. He cringed, and his brother got angry.

“What the fuck is that look for?! You ungrateful little bastard! Fine! Stay here, go in after him, see if I give a fuck! I did this for us both!” The brunette shouted at him, fists clenching as he turned to leave.

“No!” Bare feet slapped loudly on the ground and the lithe blond was at his side in a moment, grabbing his arm and hugging it tightly. “Please don’t leave me alone. . .” He whispered in a wavering voice. His brother sighed, annoyed slightly.

“You’re pathetic. Come on, “big brother” will make you feel better.” He said with a smirk as his arm wound around the smaller boy’s waist. Mishka tried his best to smile, but he still wanted to cry.

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Michelle startled awake, his blue eyes starring at the gray ceiling above the bed. Everything was silent except for the rain outside hitting the window panes, and he closed them again, feeling them sting with unshed tears. He covered his mouth, forcing himself to stay calm. He’d crept into Sensei’s room after his brother was done with him, and the cool expensive cotton sheets felt good on his flushed skin. He’d never gotten to sleep in His bed before, and he felt guilty now as he did. He turned on his side, curling up to hug his knees under the blankets. What were they going to do now, without the powerful man that had held them in thrall all these years? Their master and teacher had been wise, never telling them any of the secrets of the Wyrm. Neither of them knew how to communicate with It, nor how to draw power as he had. Sensei had risen to power and wealth in several different places, never staying long enough in any one to raise suspicion. They hadn’t lived here long at all, not even a semester at the school that Sensei taught in.

The rain was becoming a storm outside, and he winced when the thunder clapped loudly. Sighing, he wiped his tears away and settled back down to sleep, breathing in the strong scent of his Sensei from the sheets with a bittersweet ache in his chest. Expensive shampoo and a light hint of that musky cologne. Just as he was about to drift off, he heard the door click to open. Sleepily, he opened his eyes half-way, trying to see the shadow in the doorway. If brother found him here, he would probably be angry. . .

“Chris-niisan?” He asked, squinting at the frame in the doorway. The lightning flashed like some horror cliché and reflected off of the glasses the person wore, hiding his eyes, but that soaking wet figure could not be mistaken for anyone else. He sat up, clutching the sheets to his chest tightly. “Sensei!” He almost shouted, and the tall man advanced so fast that he didn’t even have time to scoot back. A wet hand covered his mouth, and he whimpered as he looked into the cold gray eyes behind glass frames.

“Hush, Mishka. You’ve been very naughty, but I’m going to give you a chance to make it up. You are but an accomplice, and you will suffer lighter consequences, but your brother must be punished. You must help me with this, do you understand?” The brown-haired man asked. His usually pristinely slicked back hair was loose from the water, and it clung to the sides of his face and his neck. Mishka nodded weakly and the hand was removed. He took a shuddering breath, but he no longer felt like crying. He had always followed Sensei out of some respect, and mostly fear. This man was a god to him, one that he owed his enlightened life to. That he was here justified his conviction. He was willing to accept any punishment for his moment of weakness. Sensei crossed the room to his walk-in closet, opening the door and flipping on the light, stepping inside. He rid himself of the clinging wet business shirt, stepped out of his shoes and pulled off his socks. The blond couldn’t look away as he removed his belt, setting it aside on the shelf, and then slowly removed his slacks.

Michelle didn’t know how old his Sensei was, but he had guessed at over one-hundred. His body, however, didn’t look a day over his late twenties, bronzed and toned as if this supposed bookworm had trained earlier in his life. He blushed, looking away just as his teacher glanced over his shoulder.

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Leonheart Reignhardt smirked as he saw his servant and student look away. He grabbed a towel and dried off the worst of the water. He dressed in his usual black slacks, but he opted for his black turtle neck sleeveless instead of the button-down ones. Grabbing his belt, he slipped it back in place. It was his best one. How ironic, he thought as he buckled it. He turned back to the bedroom, flipping off the light as he headed for the bed where his blond still sat, sheets held tightly in white-knuckled hands.

“We’ll have a talk later about sleeping in my bed without permission, Mishka.” He said, and the lithe boy cringed. “Come.” He said simply, and his servant stood quickly. He mused over the fact that the pale body was covered only by his pale blue boxers when he usually wore more to sleep in, but he dismissed it for later. He headed for the room that Mishka and Kineas shared, their bare feet silent on the carpet.

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Kineas’ hands were bound when he opened his eyes, confused for a moment before he caught sight of his Sensei in the lamplight. With a shocked cry he sat up, pressing his back to the wall. “Sensei!” He cried, his green eyes wide. The tall man smirked, hands in his pockets.

“You and Mishka are alike.” He said, then his face lost all humor. “You have done a grave sin against the Wyrm, Kineas, and tonight you will feel the weight of that sin full force. First I will punish you how I see fit, for I am your master in all regards, and the Wyrm requests it.” He said, his tone grave indeed, deep with age but smooth with youth and power. Mishka saw his brother shudder, and then his eyes fell on the blond.

“You!” He accused, acidly.

“Do not blame -him-, I came out by my own accord. The Wyrm would not harm its master, you fool.” Sensei said, his tone condescending. “Get up and follow me, or I will double your punishment.” His tone sounded angry now, and years of fear came flooding back to the brunette. He stood weakly, swallowing as he stepped out of the bed. Sensei’s gaze fell to the sheets, and noticing their state, his gray eyes widened just slightly.

“I had no idea you two were. . .” He led off, giving both boys a glare that would kill the bravest man.

“Just tonight!”—“Not often!” Kineas and Mishka said respectively, then looked to each other. The one also known as Chris cursed, looking away. Of course his brother couldn’t be -smart- and -lie-! Now they were really in for it. Sensei said nothing more, just turned his back and headed down the hallway, the boys in tow. Each step that brought them closer to the basement was torture for the two disobedient boys, their shoulders slumped and breath slow.

Once they reached the basement, they beheld the large concrete square walls and bare floor. One half of the basement was taken up by what looked to be a large pool, the water blue-black and still as stone on the surface, though it rippled when they entered. Pale skin prickled with Goosebumps from the chill of the air and their bare feet, as well as their mounting fear. This was always their room of punishment, as much as if was their room of prayer. Sensei walked to the edge of the large pool of water, offering a silent greeting to It. He turned back to the boys, and motioned towards the back wall.

“You know the rules. Hands against the wall, feet apart, and legs straight.” He said, and his tone was iron. Mishka moved immediately, but Kineas was frozen.

“Kineas-niisan, please.” The blond pleaded, but the brunette didn’t move.

“Very well, Mishka is first. Remove your boxers, Second Childe.” Leonheart said simply, as he began to remove his belt. The blond slid the only clothing down his long and slender legs easily, stepping out of them and assuming the desired position, blushing madly as he lowered his head to hide it, tears already forming. His master moved up behind him, sliding the leather through his fingers. “Mishka, Second Childe of the Wyrm under Leonheart Reignhardt, you are guilty of conspiracy towards treason against your master. You will be cleansed, this once. Do you understand?” he asked, and the blond nodded.

“Yes, Reignhardt-sensei. I accept any punishment you give me, and I hope that you can forgive my trespass.” He said quietly, sincerity in his wavering voice. Their teacher nodded, satisfied. He let his eyes roam over the exposed skin of his student, every pale and flawless inch of it. Though as he had stated he and Kineas were by now nearing sixty, their bodies remained trapped in their seventeen year old state, the age they entered the Wyrm.

The first strap smacked loudly on Mishka’s pale thigh, evicting a yelp from the unprepared blond and both sounds echoed in the stone room. It had been a week since he had punished the boy last, for causing trouble along with Kineas with a neighbor, coincidentally a girl who’s boyfriend was currently inside of the Wyrm.

-Thwack, smack, smack-. Each strap echoed, making Kineas wince even if he didn’t watch. Mishka took it well, though he was already crying by the fifth lash, and he began to cry out with almost every strike after that. His knees locked as not to slip down, and his body trembled with the pain, his breath coming in stolen gasps. He neared fifteen, and still Mishka did not falter in his stance, nor did he beg for it to stop. -Smack, whack, crack-. His skin was flushed a bright pink, swiftly reddening. At twenty, they stopped. Both parties panted for breath, Mishka’s quiet sobs now able to be heard. From his lower thighs to the top of his twin globes he was a bright blushing red.

“Well done, Mishka. Go and stand aside—and don’t sit.” He warned, and the blond nodded sadly. “You think I would allow you to cool your shame away that quickly?” He asked, and the lithe boy shook his head, wiping his eyes as he stood shakily to the side. Sensei turned to Kineas with an expectant expression. The brunette’s eyes widened and he took a step back. Twenty. Mishka had gotten twenty for being an accomplice. Usually the pair earned not more than ten.

“No,” He said, quietly.

“No?” Leonheart’s gray eyes flashed in anger, his voice was dangerous.

“Kineas—“ Mishka whined, but Sensei held up his hand.

“No?” He asked again.

“No! This isn’t right! The Wyrm respects power! I did it, I shoved you in! Why didn’t you stay down, damn it! They spoke to me that time, they said they respected power!” He shouted, tensing in anger. Reignhardt lifted one light brown eyebrow.

“The Wyrm –does- respect power, but they also respect authority, nobility, and discipline. When I found the Wyrm, It accepted me as Its Master. There is no way to defeat me, not for a Childe like you. You’re a light example of my power, something I made myself with what I wield. The power I am endowed with is beyond your imagination.” He said smoothly, and Kineas paled slightly. “Now get over here and accept your punishment or I will fetch the stool and we will do this the old fashioned way, with Mishka’s help.” He said, anger evident in his voice. Chris shook his head, and Sensei sighed. “Mishka, fetch the stool.”

“Try it.” Kineas growled, and Leonheart laughed. The golden-haired boy placed the stool in the middle of the room, and their teacher strode towards the brunette with an even pace. He grabbed a hold of his upper arm and began to pull the resisting boy towards it, with ease. Kineas was obviously surprised, his bare feet slipping on the smooth concrete as he was forced to move along not to fall. He was folded face-first over the stool, his bound hands looped over the hook at the bottom.

“Mishka, hold his ankles.” The blond did as told and kneeled to hold the stronger boy’s ankles. Kineas fought only for a moment, but he didn’t want to harm Michelle by kicking him, so he gave in eventually. Leonheart sighed, running the belt through his fingers. “Kineas, First Childe of the Wyrm under Leonheart Reignhardt, you are guilty of the highest treason against your master. You’re punishment will be severe under my hand. You will be cleansed, this once—if the Wyrm deems you worthy of my servant.” He added, cruel doubt in his voice. Mishka closed his eyes tightly and Kineas remained silent. “Do you understand?” He asked. There was a moment of silence.

“Yes. . .Reignhardt-sensei.” He said at last. “I accept punishment—for my failure.” He smirked, and Mishka gasped but the first blow was laid with a resounding whack! Chris tried his best not to cry out, but tears stung his eyes bitterly. They ran down his face as the blows were laid one after another, spaced enough apart as not to numb his skin, each one harsh and loud in the stone room. -Whack, crack, whack, smack!- Mishka was crying again, along with Kineas, who at twenty began to beg at last. “Stop—stop—Ah!—No more, wait—ngh, ah, please!” He pleaded, but the lashes continued to rain down, wielded by a heavy hand. At fifty, they did stop, leaving the room silent to the panting breaths of the trio, and the tears of the servants. Sensei replaced his belt as he and Kineas regained their breath, and Mishka stopped crying.

“Stand up, Mishka.” His order was followed, and he unhooked Kineas’ arms. He assisted him to stand, and he led him towards the water. Blue and green eyes widened.

“What, wait-wait! Why?!” Kineas asked, his feet skidding as he tried to stop their approach. “Sensei, no, please, I’m sorry! Wait, don’t!” They stopped at the edge, and Leonheart held the back of his neck.

“Jump.” He said simply. Kineas craned his neck to give him an imploring look. “Now.” He ordered, and when his servant shook his head, he shoved.

Splash! Mishka watched his brother disappear beneath the dark water almost instantly, without even a ripple of the surface. He covered his mouth in shock, his eyes moving to his master. Reignhardt held out his hand and he walked towards him, swallowing, his heart beating so rapidly he could hear it in his ears and feel it in his throat.

“Now you.” Sensei said smoothly. Mishka felt like dying right there, his heart torn from his chest and lying at his teacher’s feet. He stepped up to the edge, his toes off the lip of the pool, and stared in fear at the water. His breath was slow and his body trembled. Jump. . .? Back into the water, that he had not been in for so long. But one never forgot. Oh, no, you never forgot. It was an intrusion into your soul, it touched your very core and judged you mercilessly. He closed his eyes tightly, knowing he had not the courage to jump but not wishing to make his beloved teacher push him. He was startled by the lifting of his long blond hair from one side of his face, Sensei’s cheek almost touching his. His breath was sweet as it washed over his ear, “Jump not with fear in your heart, Mishka. Have faith, and you will be rewarded. You must relinquish your self to me body and soul.” He dropped the hair as he pulled back. The hand brushed down over his shoulder-blades, cool fingers ghosting over one red cheek of his punished bottom. “Come back to me.” Sensei breathed, and he felt his cheeks light. With a sigh of longing he did not jump, but fell into the cold waters.

Water so cold it froze his heart surrounded him, engulfing him and swallowing him whole. He vaguely thought that it felt good on his abused areas, but he could still feel that ghost of a touch like his hand still lingered there. Sensei had said that the Wyrm granted him powers, so what if this was all a test and he had failed his teacher, who had known all along that this was to happen? -Punish me. . -. He thought as he felt the tendrils of power engulfing him, wrapping his limbs in a cold and unfeeling snake-like form. The tendrils slipped around his neck and he opened his mouth obediently when he felt the cool nudge on his lips, as he felt the intrusion of his lower passage as well. -Violate me, tear me asunder. . .judge me, Great Wyrm, and send me home. . .please.- He could breathe, though he didn’t register that he was at the moment, as he felt the tendrils reach the deepest part of him, the very core of his soul. Pain made things go white and red, and he arched his body in the water as the Wyrm connected to his consciousness. This was worse than anything the mortal body could endure, the pain of having your soul picked through piece by piece and slowly rebuilt. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t even register his physical body. -I will not beg. He thought resolutely, I deserve this, and I will not beg. Fix me, Great Wyrm. Make me worthy, for him!- He thought. Then things went darker than the water around him, and he lost touch with anything happening.

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Leonheart sighed as he settled down to sleep. He wasn’t sure how long it would take, but he knew it would be at least a day before the boys resurfaced—if they did at all. He silently hoped that Mishka would come back. Even that thought was a little upsetting to him. He had been attracted to the blond—as a student—ever since he had run across him forty-three years ago in a school. Leon had of course been teaching there, biology at the time, and Michelle was a bright and eager to please student. Michelle was fascinated with his lectures and often stayed after school to share ideas and ask questions. The boys had mentioned something to him about the supernatural realm having to do with unexplained happenings in nature, and it wasn’t even a question of whether or not he would take him to the Wyrm. Chris—Kineas, had not been happy to learn that this boy was a prospective Childe, but that had never bothered Leon. He couldn’t sleep, so he recalled that night.

“What is this place?” The blond asked quietly as they entered the basement, his aura of fear so thick he could almost smell it. He hugged his notebook to his chest still, his oversized dark green sweater reaching the middle of his thighs over his brown pants. “Reignhardt-sensei?” He asked, turning around to face his teacher.

“Do you remember what you said, Michelle, about the supernatural?” He asked coolly.

“Y-yes. . .” The blond nodded. “You scoffed at it, I think. I felt like a fool. . .Why?” He asked, curious.

“I did not scoff, Michelle. I was simply surprised to find that a student of science was interested in something of the occult, that is all.” Leonheart said smoothly, walking to the edge of the pool. “Do you know what this is? Can you feel anything?”

“It’s a pool?” The boy said in an unsure voice, “And I feel cold. It’s creepy, too.” He admitted, shivering.

“Do you trust me?” His teacher asked unexpectedly, gaining the blonde’s full attention.

“Yes.” He said after a brief pause.

“Good. Then take off your clothes.” Reignhardt said, and Michelle blushed, taking a step back.

“W-what?” He gaped, hugging his notebook tighter to his chest.

“You heard me, Michelle. I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to enlighten you. You see, my dear student, you were right about the supernatural.” As he spoke the boy was heading backwards towards the door. He stepped forward after him, and Michelle bolted. He caught his arm, evicting a shocked cry from the lithe youth’s lips as he was pulled back against his teacher’s strong chest.

“No, stop! Let me go, please!” He whimpered, but Leon held tight.

“You lied to me.”

“No! What?”

“You said that you trusted me.” Leon said as he grabbed the notebook, wrenching it out of the other’s hands. “Now I’ll have to force you. What is it you think I want to do, Michelle? Take advantage of you?” He asked, and at the youth’s blush he knew he was dead on. He laughed, spinning the blond around to face him. “I’m not like that. I don’t want to molest you, Michelle, I want to teach you. That’s what teacher’s do after all. I can teach you something that no one else can.”

“Teach me what, sir?” The youth whined, though he had stopped resisting.

“All I want you to do is jump into that water other there. Simple, right? But first, take off your clothes.” He said again, leading the unresisting though trembling boy back towards the water. Michelle did as asked this time, with shaking hands. His cheeks were lit brightly pink as he finished undressing, trying modestly to cover himself as he stood at the edge of the water. “Now jump.”

“What’s in there?” Michelle asked quietly.

“You’ll have to have faith. I promise you won’t die. You’ll come back to me, I’m sure of it, and when you do you shall be reborn.”

At that time he had been forced to push the boy into the water after all, but when Michelle had emerged three days later it had all been worth it. The boy gave his name as Mishka, the Second Childe. This was the name that the Wyrm had chosen for him, and it would be his name from now on.

Mishka’s quiet submissiveness was such a stark contrast to Kineas’ loud abrasive nature that he found himself regretting ever tossing the short-haired brunette into the Wyrm in the first place. He had never expected to see him again when he had done so. Those that didn’t understand him, or insulted him, he gave to the Wyrm as supplement. The Wyrm had no explanation for him when he had asked why Kineas had been chosen to become a Childe. He didn’t want or expect Kineas to return to him now. Specially not after what he had learned he had done to his Mishka.

Anger welled in his chest like a ball of heat so that he got up from bed to walk down the hall and snatch away the sheets from Kineas’ bed to wash them. He wanted to burn them, but he had more sense that than. It would be too obvious, and it was childish besides. The revelation had made him see the blond in an entirely different light. Never before had he thought anything of Mishka’s staring at him when the boy thought he was distracted or deep in thought. Now, however, he had caught himself staring at the blonde’s exposed flesh a little to intently for his own taste. So the youth was attracted to him, was he? He could use that to his advantage, and he could be sure the boy never betrayed him again. Weak-willed fool, he’d teach him some loyalty alright. He settled down to sleep at last, exhausted from the night’s events.

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School that Friday was tiring for him, and he gave the students half of the lecture he had planned before assigning the weekend’s paper. The girlfriend of the boy he’d taken was still starring at him with distrust, but today he couldn’t even care. Stupid girl, if she didn’t stop he was going to let her join him! He left as soon as school was over, arriving home to a strangely empty house. The laundry wasn’t done, food wasn’t cooked, and the house wasn’t cleaned—not that it was really dirty to begin with.

That evening he smiled when he got the message from the Wyrm by way of a strong emotion. -You fancy him too, don’t you my precious Wyrm?- He thought to It, -I know, he reminds you a little of me, right?- He chuckled. He closed his books and flipped off his desk-light, walking to his room and grabbing a large towel. He turned towards the open door just as the blond appeared the frame. His pale skin was prickled and he shivered in the cold air-conditioned house as water dripped form his body and hair.

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“S-Sensei. . .” Mishka said quietly, a question that wasn’t voiced. There was too much that he wanted to ask his teacher right now. His lower lip trembled and he sniffed, fighting tears as his tall teacher approached him with the ready towel. He had been expecting him. It made him smile sadly, and he began to cry quietly. He had been forgiven—and sooner than he would have thought.

“Hush, Mishka.” Sensei breathed, his voice such a calm display of power that he felt both at ease and captivated all at once. “Come into the bathroom and dry off. Then we’ll talk.” He said. Mishka did as told and dried off his body, then his hair, combing it out straight before he stepped back into his Sensei’s room. Leonheart was sitting on the end of the bed, his hands on his knees and his eyes on the blonde’s body. He was dressed only in his thick white robe. He blushed, lowering his head as he came to stand in the middle of the room. “I see you’ve been deemed worthy by the Wyrm. Are you happy about this?”

“Yes, Sensei. . .more than you can imagine.” The lithe youth said with a slight smile.

“That’s good. . .but I still have a few more things to deal with before you’re free.” Sensei said coldly, and the blond paled, nodding. “First. How long have you and Kineas been having sex under my roof?” He asked bluntly, and Mishka blushed, looking down so that his hair hid some of his face.

“I don’t remember exactly. . .And it wasn’t often, I swear! He. . .The first time, he said I was a pretty boy scholar so I must be gay, so he forced himself on me. He said he just wanted to try it, but after that time he got nicer to me. I’ve always thought of him as my older brother, but he always wanted more from me. . .I avoided it as much as possible, but I didn’t want to hurt him and. . .I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to hate me. I know you’re. . .not like that.” Mishka spilled, gushing it all out at once in a slightly distressed voice.

“So you liked it?” Leon tried to clarify.

“No! Not. . .all of the time.” The blond blushed more, covering the lower part of his face and closing his eyes. “I didn’t want –him-. But I. . .I never minded men—but he was my first. I guess part of his teasing was true after all.”

“I see.” Reignhardt had suspected as much, and it came of no surprise to him. He sighed then, resting his hand on the bed beside him. “And why did you sneak into my bed?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “You know you are not allowed in my room, but then I suppose if you believed that I was gone for good you could be as naughty as you pleased?” He frowned, angry at this. Mishka looked up, shaking his head.

“No, no! I swear, I wasn’t trying to do that! I just. . .I missed you, and I felt so guilty. I had to smell you, let myself think you were still around, or I was going to follow you. . .” He whined, hands out for emphasis, “I almost did, but Kineas-niichan wouldn’t let me.”

“Then now that I am here, will you accept punishment for entering my room and sleeping in my bed without permission?” Sensei asked. His tone was still angry, though he was in truth a little touched by his student’s confession.

“Of course. Anything.” Answered the lithe youth without hesitation. His Sensei nodded, and he seemed to be pondering something. “Sh. . .shall we go downstairs?” Mishka asked, unsure.

“No. Come here.” Leon said, motioning with his hand. The blond did as told and approached his intimidating master and teacher, not really surprised when the older male pulled him down to lay across his firm thighs. He squirmed a little to get comfortable as one wrist was pulled back to be held at his lower back, and Leon moved him again so that his rear was fully exposed and uplifted a little, ready for punishment. It was humiliating, and Sensei knew it. He rarely punished them like this, and he was surprised that his teacher was doing it now. “Like a child you crept into my bed for comfort when you yourself dealt a hand in that very reason—However. . .You have already been punished for your betrayal, the marks of which the Wyrm has graciously healed or this would be much less pleasant, so I will not add any additional length to what I have determined the price for entering without permission. Since your actions were childish so shall your punishment be that of a naughty little boy, spanked over the knee of his Sensei to correct his behavior. Do you understand?” he asked, but the first smack fell before he could answer. -Smack, smack, smack,- Three more fell before the startled boy could answer, and his Sensei repeated, “Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, Sensei!” Mishka yelped, his hips squirming while his free hand reached for balance on the carpet, barely able to reach it.

“Stay still!” Sensei ordered with a particularly hard smack, causing the blond to yelp again but effectively stilling his movement. “Now, [smack] what do [smack] you understand?” The cold voice asked, his punishing blows striking the soft sensitive lower part of his bottom where his thighs began. Mishka tried hard not to reflexively jerk his legs and answer at the same time.

“Th-that I—ah!—should not—hnn!—enter the room—Itai, without permission!” He managed to say and be heard over the sound of his punishment.

“Or else?” Leon asked, his hand never stilling for a moment as he waited a few moments for an answer.

“I will—hah!—be punished!”

“How [smack] will you [smack] be punished?” The unrelenting hand continued to reign down upon the pale buttocks that were swiftly turning a shade of pink.

“I will—will be. . .” He hesitated, glad that his hair was covering the shame clearly written on his face, “S-spanked. . .By Sensei!” He gasped, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“Correct. Will you do it again?” Reignhardt asked, his voice becoming winded. His blows became harder and Mishka jerked in response, giving a cry of shock and dismay.

“No, Sensei!” He wailed, sobbing now as his backside turned red. Now he remembered why the childish punishment always seemed harder than the belt—the blows were more in number and the punishment lasted twice as long. “Sensei, please! I won’t—itai!—do it again!” He sobbed, but the pace continued.

“No, [smack] I don’t suppose [smack] you will.” Came the cold and breathless reply. The belt Mishka could stand, his body tense and prepared for the lashing sting followed by the glowing warmth, but this was unbearable to him. The prolonged pain of so many sharp slaps, the burn of the slapped areas when not being struck, along with the added humiliation of being turned over his Sensei’s knee like a child was too much.

“Please, please. . .” He gasped between short cries of pain and protest, “Stop, please, it hurts!”

“Now, [smack] you don’t really [smack] expect me [smack] to respond [smack] to that cliché, [smack] do you?” Came the response, a haughty tone to his voice. “And -stop- squirming!” He demanded, delivering a blow so hard to the blonde’s lower buttocks that his hand stung. The slight struggling stilled and Mishka remained absolutely still for the rest of the punishment, his protests only in the form of incoherent sobs and cries brought forth from pain. All together more than fifty swats were given, and Leonheart gave him a full five minuets to stop crying when it was over, shaking his burning hand slowly. Next time, he thought, he’d use a paddle. But he didn’t think that there would be a next time for this particular offense, not after this severe a punishment. He supposed it –was- a little harsh, but better to be harsh once then to have to repeat the process often he had been told.

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Leon regained his breath in no time, his eyes fixed on the bare flesh he’d so often seen tinged pink or red from punishment. Only this time was different. This time when he looked at his student’s bare flesh so sinfully and submissively displayed across his lap, he felt his body stirring, coming to life. Just how long had it been since he had had any kind of lover at all? He was never really opposed to the idea of being with a man, though he had never done it, and if he had to count he would say that it had been at least thirty years since he had slept with anyone. When one was so obsessed with the occult and science as he was, the thought didn’t seem to cross his mind. Naked students meant punished students. But right now, he was thinking that a very naked Mishka meant something far different, now that he had been properly admonished for his trespass. . .

“Mishka,” He said gently, his fingertips brushing over the sore red flesh. His student winced and let forth a whimper, expecting more punishment to follow, but none came. “Do you want me, Mishka?” Came the unexpected question, and the boy went tense.

“S-Sensei?” he asked, looking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his teacher’s face to see if he was serious.

“I asked you a question. Do you want me to have sex with you?” He asked, and the blond blushed, caught breathless by the notion.

“I-I. . .” He stuttered, “Y-yes, Sensei.”

“Yes what?” Leon asked his student and servant cruelly. He knew the boy was shy, and enjoyed seeing him squirm in embarrassment. He pulled Mishka up, setting him on his knees and tilting his chin up to see his bright blush, almost as red as his backside.

“Y-Yes Sensei, I. . .Would like it if. . .You made love to me.” There was no room for falsity in his words, not even real hesitation, just honest embarrassment. Even the way he said it, instead of saying ‘have sex with me’ it was ‘make love to me’. It made Leon smile, and he brushed a lock of his student’s blond hair behind his ear.

“Then become mine, Mishka. Once you do, you will never, -ever- betray me again, do you understand?” He took hold of the lithe boy’s chin and met his blue eyes with his steel gray.

“I would never again anyway.” His servant answered, and he even felt the Wyrm’s approval from the basement at the response.

“Then get onto the bed and lay face down.” Leonheart said. Almost before he finished his student was on his feet and on the bed, the plush cotton sheets cool against his flushed skin. He even forgot about the pain in his throbbing rear briefly in his excitement, his heart already racing. “Eyes closed.” Sensei ordered him when he tried to steal a glance back at him, and Mishka licked his lips in anticipation. He didn’t know what drove him to do this or what thought had possessed him, but every small order that his student followed was suddenly unbearably sexy. Why had he never taken the time to notice the boy’s obvious attraction to him? If he would have noticed he could have at least entertained himself with an occasional dalliance. “Spread your legs more, and raise your hips a little.” He said, his normally controlled voice becoming husky and breathy. The blond did as asked, and Leon could see his shoulders rising with each quick breath he took. Grabbing a small pillow he slid it underneath Mishka’s hips to keep them in position. Leon opened the small bottle of lotion he’d grabbed from his dresser and poured some of it onto his hand, then set it aside on the bed.

Mishka jumped slightly when the cold lotion-covered fingertips touched his burning backside, then sighed in pleasure as his Sensei graciously covered the red and pink globes with the soothing substance. Leon chuckled at the gasp he received when he slipped one slick finger into his servant’s entrance, moving up on the bed to kneel between his legs. “Easy now. . .I’m sure you know to relax?” At Mishka’s nod he added a second finger, feeling his servant’s body doing just that as much as he could. It didn’t take long to prepare him, and Mishka was already begging for him by the time the third finger had been added so Leon decided not to waste time. There would be another time for foreplay and lingering, this was for claiming.

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“Sensei!” The blond cried as his teacher sank into him, and Leonheart himself groaned at the tightness that surrounded him, his hands firmly on his servant’s raised hips. Mishka whimpered once he was fully inside, the added weight bringing back to mind the soreness of his punished backside as well as his back passage—which had healed like the whip marks from yesterday’s tryst with Kineas. His fingers dug into the sheets until his knuckles were white. He wanted this so badly that he didn’t want it to stop for any reason, specially his own weakness. His Sensei gave him a moment to adjust and relax his unused muscles before he began to move. His thrusts were demanding and strong, everything he had always dreamed they would be. Truth be told he had wanted to be with his teacher ever since he had been but a student in his class, in a time that homosexuality was something that was still mostly unheard of.

It felt like another dream, something the Wyrm had come up with to punish him for having such thoughts about his teacher and master, but the frequent pain he felt whenever Leonheart’s body came against his abused bottom reminded him that this was reality. Had it been finding out that he’d slept with Kineas-niichan that made Sensei want him? If he had known that Sensei would not look at him in disgust he would have told him the first day! He cried out on a particularly hard thrust, though he welcomed the way in which his god-figure claimed him. He’d come to associate pain with his Sensei, so it was only natural that his loving be as honest and unrestrained as his punishments. Even the soft cotton was too much for his sensitive and neglected member as it rubbed relentlessly against the sheets, causing him to whimper. Leonheart seemed to sense this at least and reached down to stroke his eager length in time with his rough thrusts. Mishka cried out as he came hard, his body exhausted from the night’s activities. Sensei continued for another ten minuets or so before he too came hard inside of him, fingers digging into his hips and his weight pressing him into the pillow and the mattress.

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After a moment to regain his breath Leon slipped his softening member from the blond, laying beside him. Mishka was on his chest in a split second, arms wound around his body tightly as he buried his head under his teacher’s chin. Sensei smiled, petting his hair. “Let’s take a shower.” He said, and the blond agreed. In the shower Sensei found his long forgotten passion lit once again as he watched the light blond lather his body with his expensive soap, and he ended up taking him again. This time, he made sure to give Mishka all of the pleasure he could—years of practice helping even if he had never been with a man, for in the end pleasure was genderless. His student moaned and purred like a kitten, giving in to his touches like a stroked flame. By the time they finished in the shower it was late, and Leon pulled back the top sheet on the bed to sleep, the blond nestled right along side him.