Hadrian's Dream

title: Hadrian\'s Dream
author: Tricia
rating: NC-17
summary: The young sorcerer Hadrian has a difficult life: he cannot touch living things with his bare hands, he is hunted across the land for a crime he unwillingly commited. And worse, he is hated by the one man he loves. What if things were different?

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Hadrian\'s Dream
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When he awoke, everything had changed.

Juxtan looked the same; the sky was still blue, the great sun warm and brilliant overhead. The trees rustled to the same breezes and the same complex bouquet of flower and soil drifted upon the air. But everything was different. Different, because when he looked down, his bare hands were buried in the lush, moist soil. Different, because nothing hurt.

He laughed, disbelieving, as he pulled up double handfuls of the dark soil. It was cool and wet. It stuck to the skin of his fingers and caught beneath his fingernails. He raised it to his face and buried his nose in it, inhaling the elemental darkness of evolving Life. He pressed it to his cheek and felt its softness. Grinning, he let it trickle between his fingers and watched it catch on the breeze to scatter across the gently waving grass.

The grass... It was knee-high, as green as the sea. He was kneeling in the middle of a field of it as though ensconced in a bed made by nature. He swung his arms out and felt the wispy stalks brush against his bare palms and across his wrists. Excited, he swiftly shoved up the sleeves of his tunic and leaned forward on kne knees. He embraced the waving field of grass, felt its cool texture against his arms, against his face. So much Life. So vibrant. So good...

\"Enjoying yourself?\"

He blinked up into the sun\'s glare. The speaker stepped in front of him, blocking the light. It was Caled, his bright golden hair glowing like precious metal in the light.

\"You look like a little boy rolling in the grass,\" the mercenary said with a smile.

Caled was...teasing him? Impossible. And yet here he was, Caled smiling down at him, his handsome face alight with a friendliness not seen since Rhiad. Hadrian could barely comprehend it. \"I -- I can touch everything,\" he stammered, unsure of this new side to the mercenary. \"Nothing is pulling away from me. I don\'t understand what\'s happened.\"

\"Do you need to understand?\" Caled asked, grinning more widely now.

Hadrian hesitantly returned the grin. \"No, I suppose not. I should just accept the way things are and be grateful, right?\"

To his surprise, Caled dropped to his knees before him. He shied away when the mercenary reached up to cup his cheek. But when the motion didn\'t turn into a blow, Hadrian found himself relaxing into the warm palm. \"You\'ve got dirt on your face,\" the older man murmured fondly.

\"Caled...what -- what is this?\" Hadrian asked, afraid to believe what was happening.

\"Must you have an answer for everything?\" Caled teased. \"Accept this for what it\'s worth.\" His thumb stroked gently across the curve of Hadrian\'s cheekbone. \"Enjoy yourself, Hadrian. Here...I\'ll help you.\"

Then Caled did something that Hadrian had wanted him to do since that first shared moment in Rhiad. Cupping his face, Caled simply looked at him. Looked, not with anger or resentment -- not with scorn or mockery. Caled looked at him with love, with longing. It made Hadrian\'s heart stop. It made him want to shout his happiness to the clouds.

\"You haunt my dreams every night, do you know that?\" When Hadrian shook his head, Caled smiled. \"It\'s true. I\'m ensnared in a Casting. It makes me want you above all else. I can\'t remove it. Truly, I don\'t think I want to.\"

Caled began to lean forward, and Hadrian knew what was coming. He held his breath, afraid that even that slight sound of exhalation would break the other man\'s momentum. He closed his eyes as the last inch was crossed and Caled\'s lips sealed over his.

Caled was fire and sunshine. The gentleness was still there in the calloused palms that held his face, but Caled\'s kiss was nothing but pure passion. His mouth moved over Hadrian\'s with the sharp bite of possessiveness. Firm lips opened his and a demanding tongue pressed for admittance. With a groan of surrender, he opened to Caled and felt himself claimed in heat.

He reached up to bury his fingers -- his bare fingers -- in the thickness of Caled\'s hair. The strands were silky soft against his fingers. He cradled Caled\'s head, feeling the heat of the other man\'s skull warm his palms. So much sensation, so much pleasure. He moaned against Caled\'s mouth as his fingers traced the delicate skin behind the older man\'s ears.

He clutched at Caled as a hand slid confidently between their bodies to cup his straining arousal. Hadrian\'s moan of pleasure was muffled against Caled\'s lips as talented fingers kneaded and stroked him through the cloth of his breeches. The flat of Caled\'s palm pressed over him hard, his fingers curving down to lightly brush his swollen sacs. Hadrian\'s entire body shuddered.

\"Oh, gods, Caled -- \" he gasped, tearing his mouth free. Caled would not let him escape. The mercenary\'s hot lips seared a path across his cheek, down his jaw. He kissed Hadrian frantically, as if addicted to the taste of his skin. Hadrian felt as though he was being consumed by a ravenous beast. He loved it. He threw his head back and invited the other man to attack the bared length of his throat. To his delight, every inch of his neck was licked and suckled.

Caled wanted him. Caled wanted him so badly the mercenary\'s body shook with the force of it. Hadrian felt powerful, high with the rush of being desired. Yet all it took was a flex of the fingers between Hadrian\'s thighs to remind him how completely and utterly he wanted to surrender to the other man.

He felt eager hands tugging on the hem of his tunic. He leaned away long enough for Caled to strip him of the garment, then helped Caled to remove his own. Their chests came together, skin to skin. Hadrian groaned and swept his hands hungrily over the curves of Caled\'s firmly muscled shoulders . He traced the knobs and ridges of the other man\'s back, smoothed his palms over the sleek chest that rippled beneath his fingers. Caled was lean muscle and grace. His tanned skin shone golden in the sun. Against that nutmeg skin, Hadrian\'s own skin was strikingly pale.

\"You\'re like alabaster,\" Caled breathed, running a dark palm down the center of Hadrian\'s chest. His blue eyes were bright like the deepest part of the sky. \"So smooth and perfect. You\'re beautiful, Hades. You make me mad with want.\"

\"Then take,\" Hadrian gasped, reaching down to boldly cup the other man. Caled was hard and dauntingly large in his palm. He tried not to let his apprehension show as he met the mercenary\'s eyes. \"Take me, Caled. Here, in the grass. In the middle of all of this Life. Take me.\"

Caled growled and curved a hand around the back of Hadrian\'s head. Hadrian succumbed to the pressure, dropping to all fours, his face pressed to the hard bulge between Caled\'s legs. He could smell Caled\'s arousal like a spice upon the air. It made him hungry and desperate for a taste. Caled undid his breeches, but it wasn\'t fast enough for Hadrian. His mouth was watering by the time the firm curve of flesh sprang free of the cloth. Pausing only to take a breath, he pulled the heavy erection between his lips.

Caled cried out. It was the only sound beside the faint hum of insects around them. Hadrian lapped and licked the strong flesh, tasting musk and salt and the indefinable essence that was Caled\'s alone. Caled tasted of honey and hay. Of copper and iron. Hadrian licked a pearly drop from the tip of the mercenary\'s erection and decided he had never sampled anything so delicious.

Long fingers curled into his hair, urging his head into rhythm. He complied, sealing his lips around the turgid flesh and sliding wetly back and forth along its length. It passed hot and slick across his tongue, the weeping tip pressed against the back of his throat. He could feel the fine tremors that passed through the strong thighs braced on either side of him. Caled was getting close.

Suddenly, he was torn away and sent spinning. It was only Caled turning him around, pushing him to the ground with a shove to the small of his back. He fell atop the grass, blades crushed beneath his body to release the clean, crisp smell of summer. He lowered his head and inhaled deeply of the earth. He didn\'t flinch when Caled roughly jerked his breeches down his legs. In front of his face, a trail of ants was highstepping across an arc of grass.

A sleek, sweating chest pressed against his back. Caled\'s breath stirred the long tendrils of hair that had fallen around Hadrian\'s face. \"Do you have any idea how delectable you look right now?\" the mercenary husked. Hadrian shut his eyes as rough fingers dragged down his spine and settled over the curve of his buttocks. A larglm mlm massaged the firm muscle. \"Your pale body sprawled wantonly in the grass like this...It makes me want to do bad things to you, Hadrian.\"

He shivered at the words and at the touch that possessed and demanded. \"Do them,\" Hadrian whispered, his body afire with need. He arched his back, driving his erection into the cradle of cool earth. \"Do everything. I\'m begging you.\"

His legs were abruptly pushed apart, his knees shoved towards his body to open him as widely as possible. He hadn\'t the time to feel embarrassed at the position for Caled was suddenly licking him there. He cried out, burrowing his hands into the soil as the slick wetness of the mercenary\'s tongue traced trails of liquid fire around his sensitive opening. He whimpered and tried to move, wanting more, wanting less--he didn\'t know. The mercenary\'s strong hands tightened around his hipoldiolding him firmly to the intimate invasion. Hadrian dropped his head to the ground. The heart of Life throbbed against his forehead. It filled his senses.

He moaned softly as Caled continued to lick him. Each slow, deliberate swipe of wetness made his body tremble with pleasure. And when Caled curled his tongue into a point and jabbed it into his tightly puckered entrance, Hadrian thought that he was one step closo deo death. He shut his eyes, gritting his teeth against the maddening feel of that tiny, concentrated invasion. He found himself trying to push back, wanting Caled deeper. Needing Caled to satisfy him the way only Caled could. When the tongue at his entrance disappeared, Hadrian collapsed onto the ground with relief and disappointment. Neither of which he was allowed to feel for long.

The blunt head of Caled\'s erection replaced his tongue. \"Relax for me, love. I\'m going to make you feel even better in a moment.\"

Hadrian did his best, remembering the other man\'s considerable size. He relaxed his spine as the pressure increased against him. With a harsh groCaleCaled flexed his hips and pierced the tight ring of muscle. The slide inside was easy after that.

Hadrian shuddered at the incredible sensation of fullness. He felt taken over, breached. His body had given the ultimate surrender to Caled and he savored it. He pushed back, needing to feel that thick flesh slide within him. It pulsed against his insides and he moaned.

\"You like the feel of me in you?\" Caled rasped, his lips playing with the curve of Hadrian\'s ear.

\"Yes,\" he managed weakly. \"Oh, yes.\"

\"You feel so good, Hadrian. So damned tight around me. You\'re so tight I want to bury myself in you and never come out. Would you like that, love? Hmmm? Having me in you all the time, ready to\" -- a hard flex of the hips -- \"pleasure you whenever you wanted it?\"

\"Oh, gods,\" Hadrian whimpered, pulling up fistfuls of grass. \"Please, Caled -- Move!\"

Caled was laughing softly at his desperation. \"Move? Like this?\"

Caled dragged himself backwards until he was nearly free of Hadrian, then surged forward in a smooth, commanding stroke. His length slid over something within Hadrian that turned his vision white. He cried out, arching against that explosion of ecstasy.

\"That\'s where the pleasure is,\" Caled murmured, his voice taking on a note of strain. \"Let me show it to you again.\"

He began to piston into Hadrian rhythmically then, each sure stroke striking that place inside that had Hadrian writhing beneath him. Time and again, Caled filled him only to empty him once more. Each ebb and flow left Hadrian panting in an agony of need. He thrust back the only way he knew how. He tightened his inner muscles, trying to milk the flesh that impaled him. Caled was relentless atop him, his rhythm designed to bring Hadrian to the peak of desire as efficiently as possible.

Hadrian ducked his head to the soil again, listening to the pulse of Life. He ground his burning erection against the grass and sighed raggedly at the small pleasure. He could feel the buzz of nature surrounding him, seeping into his skin. The harder Caled pumped into him, the deeper he pushed Hadrian into the bosom of Life. Hadrian closed his eyes and welcomed it. He grit his teeth against the immense pressure building inside his body and opened his arms against the ground.

Wet skin slid over his back as Caled pleasured him. Calloused fingertips stroked his shoulders and the muscles alongside his spine. Sharp teeth closed over his nape, gently biting. The thrusts into his body grew more forceful, their rhythm less regular. Hadrian moaned as Caled slammed into him again and again. He didn\'t think he could take any more. The pressure was becoming too much --

Caled drove a hand beneath his body, delving into the earth. The mercenary\'s strong hand, filled with a palmful of earth, took hold of him. Hadrian\'s eyes shot open. Caled stroked him roughly, the silk of soil sliding across his skin.

\"Oh, gods!\" he gasped, his senses overloaded. He could feel the earth, the Life against his raging hardness. He bucked hard into Caled\'s hand and felt his body tighten around an undeniable need. Caled thrust into him hard, and that\'s when Hadrian fell over...

He felt a sharp jab into his ribs.

Such utter bliss, spilling over him --

Another jab, bordering on pain.

He was exploding into Caled\'s hand --

\"Hades!\"

Hadrian opened his eyes. The boot caught him in the side again, making him wince. Disoriented, he looked up. Caled was standing over him, an impatient scowl marring his face.

\"Get up, you slug. Everyone else is ready to go. If you\'re not on your horse in five minutes I\'m carving my initials into your face.\"

Hadrian dropped his eyes as the mercenary stormed away. He struggled to find his bearings. He was lying on his bedroll beneath a tree. A chill blanket of fog covered the ground around him. When he shifted, he discovered that his breeches were sticky with the evidence of release.

Blinking away a rapidly rising sorrow, he raised his hands. His trembling gloves were covered in mud.

The hands inside were clean.

The End

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