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Hadrian FanBook
Fanfiction excerpts from the book:
"Sitting Duck" by LdDurham The mercenary swooped in and claimed those lips, open to protest the sorcerer's innocence, and slipped his tongue inside the warm mouth. He felt hands slide up his arms and grasp his shoulders. Their mouths moved together flawlessly. Hadrian moaned and sent the blood in Caled's body downward in a hurry. "Oh, yes, we have to finish your punishment, don't we?" the blonde murmured as he broke the kiss. "Caled… maybe we can ride out a ways from the town and-" "Oh, you'll be doing some riding, love," Caled promised with a throaty growl. He spun Hadrian around and pushed him against the wall. "What would have happened if you'd have been discovered by someone else, hmm? You, aroused and pleasuring yourself? How do you think a stranger would have reacted? Perhaps some large farmhand coming down this passage to relieve himself would have found you. What do you think that man would have done?" Caled breathed into Hadrian's ear and felt the sorcerer shiver. "I d-don't know," Hadrian whispered. "Do you think he would have pushed you up against the wall? Shoved his heavy body against you?" Caled pushed his body up against Hadrian's. The younger man moaned softly. "Do you think he would have been rough with you? Answer me?" "Y-yes." Caled loosed a cruel smile that he knew Hadrian couldn't see. "Do you think he would have told you his name or kept you in ignorance?" Rough hands pawed at Hadrian's sides and legs. Making him shiver. "He w-would have told me, because he would want me to know." "Because there would be nothing for you to do about what he was doing. Is that right?" "Yes," Hadrian whimpered.
"The Gift of the Jinni" by Grumpy Demon "You are not human," he whispered. Another smile broke her face and she shook her head. "No," she said, her voice gentle again. "I
am a Jinni." "Jinni?" he echoed. She nodded now and took his hand in her. "A wish granter, a dream weaver, a gift giver,"
she chanted. "A soul drinker," Hadrian added softly. Her eyes narrowed and she took a deep calming breath
before she continued. "Yes," she allowed. "A soul drinker.
We feast upon purity, Hadrian, and you are a rare and delectable treasure.
Let me grant you a wish, let me fulfill all that you want, and in
return I will ask but a small price. A simple thing, a single kiss,
a taste of your purity." "And what will such a taste do to me?" Hadrian
asked. She laughed softly. "You've been traveled hard
to become so distrusting." Her eyes set upon him again and were filled with open
reverence and enjoyment. "Hadrian, there are some things that even I know
are not meant to be defiled," she said and gently pushed back
a strand of midnight hair. "I mean what I offer. Your heart's
desire in exchange for one kiss of your innocence." Hadrian blushed darkly and the woman smiled with open
delight. "Oh, what I would give to lock you away and bask
in that purity," she purred. "Please Hadrian. Tell me what
you wish for." Hadrian's mouth opened and his eyes lowered suddenly.
There was only one thing he wanted, one time that his life had been
filled with happiness. If she could give him that, he would happily
let her drain all the innocence from his veins. "I…I wish for the past."
"Endgame" by Jukebox He's here. Gavedon is here. Hadrian couldn't wrap his head around that one fact. He tried hard to listen to everything the Elder told him, the reasons behind Caled's sudden desire to leave as well as the harsh words in the stables. But, the blood rushing to his ears and the dizziness he felt at hearing the man he feared above all others, his father, was near was overwhelming, blocking everything else from sinking in. To make matters worse, Manix told Hadrian that he had to fight the man tomorrow, that the endgame was here. And the Elder refused to remove the geas, no matter how much Hadrian protested, telling him that it was the only guarantee they had that Hadrian would fight his best. That thought hurt more than anything else. To hold the blonde mercenary's life in his hands was simply too painful, knowing that the possibility of defeating his father was slim without opening himself fully to Life. But Life despised him, the thought of having to completely expose his soul to it causing a shudder to run through his body. There was nothing to do but retreat to his room and prepare himself. He just wasn't sure he could defeat the man, no matter how many threats were held over his head. Entering the room and closing the door behind him, Hadrian stretched out on the bed and crossed his arms behind his head. The ceiling above offered no solutions as his mind raced with all the possible implications of the impending battle. But he continued to stare at the stained wood above his head hoping for some kind of divine intervention, that maybe it was all simply a dream. Only it wasn't. How had it come to this? It wasn't really a question that Hadrian needed to ask. He already knew the answer, had in fact been the cause of it. If only he had been stronger and stood up to his father before the destruction of Rhiad. Rhiad… The images stirred in his memory of the one true time in his life that he had been happy. Caled had gotten under his skin and Hadrian didn't know exactly what to make of it. It wasn't so much that he knew the blonde mercenary was attracted to him. Rather, it was that electric spark and his own reactions to the handsome man that irked him. In all the times he had been on Shard's Point, surrounded by his father's minions, he had never felt this way; never felt so willing to drop his mask and let the man feel the tingling sensation that tracked through his body when they… touched……
"An Affair to Remember" by Kinukitty "Am I what you want?" Caled asked. "I've never wanted anything else," Hadrian said, his voice barely audible. "The question is whether you want me." "I haven't always known what to do about it, but I've always wanted you. I want you this way" -- he thrust his hips against Hadrian, pressing his throbbing erection against the sorcerer's abdomen, making him whimper. "And I want you this way" -- Caled kissed him deeply, putting his soul into it. The mercenary slipped his arm around Hadrian's waist, afraid the sorcerer would fall if he didn't tighten his grip. Whatever had happened with Keane, Caled knew the captain didn't have this kind of power over Hadrian. Keane couldn't make the sorcerer melt into his arms like this with nothing but a few words and a kiss. The realization made Caled feel powerful. He snatched off his cloak, quickly spread it on the ground and eased Hadrian down onto it. Never breaking the kiss, he lay down beside the sorcerer and pulled him close -- but Hadrian was holding himself away again. "What are you afraid of? Is it that you're hard for me? You'd better be hard for me, damn it," he said, forcing the sorcerer to lie against him. Their erections rubbed together, causing Hadrian to go rigid, gasping, "Oh, gods…" "That's better," Caled breathed. "You're almost ready to come, aren't you?" Desperately aroused, Hadrian made some unintelligible noise, which Caled took for an affirmative. He squeezed Hadrian's hard, heavy cock, making the sorcerer thrust his hips helplessly, his back arched and his head thrown back. "Oh, Caled… please…" Caled was feeling a certain amount of urgency himself.
"A Torch for the Frozen" by Rebecca Gold It came to him suddenly how much this place reminded him of Shard's Point: the austerity of the landscape, the quiet, even down to the fast current in the river, like floating in the ocean. If there was a temple to the chill outdoors, where life was hard and cold and brief, this place was it. And so Hadrian's life had been in his childhood home, and he was glad to be gone of it. But such a life had shaped him, must have made him something more than weak and awkward. Hadrian had seen enough of other people to know he was-delicate, to put it politely. His build was slender, like Lio's, but his constitution entirely different. Lio did not sicken at the thought of death, though he might hesitate to kill a man. Lio could provide food for himself, and if Hadrian intended to be able for that one day, he was not yet. But Lio, perhaps, would not be able to brave madness to sit naked in this water by moonlight. And Hadrian was not only doing it, but enjoying it. Hadrian's strength was not in his grace, but in ice. The water might fight him, might freeze the very flesh from his bones, but it would not triumph. Hadrian's will was layers thick, and if he truly wanted to do something, there was no question that he could do it. He had lived without love his entire childhood-what was some minor failure compared to that? Only something to be defeated and forgotten. And it is my strength, also, Hadrian thought, that I have now known love. That I have had it, and its utter lack, and can live with both. Thinking of Caled that way was of course just invitation for the mercenary to be considered in his mind, so Hadrian considered him-as he did often. The Caled he had met in Rhiad had had such passion in everything he did, but it was a passion born of joy, not fear and repression. A more joyful way to live, certainly, uncloistered, and Hadrian ached in his soul sometimes for that experience. But because of living a life without, these things were all precious to him, powerful, poignant. Gavedon had kept him like a frozen flower, and now he could freely enjoy the sun. The sun had changed him, of course. Hadrian knew that
when he was with Caled-not frozen within his own ice castle, but talking
to the mercenary, simply being with him-he melted, and quickly. His
emotions tended to rush to the surface; he could be undone by a simple
touch or shamed utterly with a gentle teasing. And as for when they
had been that close: together they had been like shooting stars,
falling in concert, each enhancing the beauty of the other. If Caled
did not know that, he was a fool. Even Hadrian knew it; it was a truth
he held treasured in the depths of his being.
"The Nature of Life" by Chris White Hadrian nodded, hating the way Kyle's intense gaze seemed to pierce into his soul, rendering him naked and helpless. Even worse, his cock was responding as it always did when he knew a man could take him down and put him in his place. Why did he have to be so twisted? He felt his face flush with shame. "Come on then. We don't have time to dawdle," said Kyle with an air of impatience. Hadrian hobbled forward, following the others waist-deep into the water. At least by then his body's weight was no longer as much of a factor, and his ankle hurt less. "Now take hands," said Kyle. Hadrian reached out and found to his discomfort that Caled was to his right and Kyle was to his left. Caled looked down at his hand as though it might bite him, but took it, and when Hadrian grasped Kyle's hand, the man frowned with disapproval. "No gloves. This has to be skin against skin," said Kyle. "I - I'm sorry," said Hadrian with a cringe. He removed a glove and hesitantly reached again for Kyle's grip. As their hands drew close, energy crackled. Hadrian nearly drew away but it was as though a third person grabbed his hand and slammed it into Kyle's, forcing them to lock their fingers and grip tight. Hadrian stiffened and cried out as Life filled him. Power, erotic power, coursed through every part of him, making his eyes fly open with joy. Why did he need this man's help to get home? He could bring Caled home himself. He could defeat Gavedon and the world with this much Life at his command. His breath hitched as Life began to recognize him, as it always did. A wild snarl of rage came from beside him and people began to shout as Life's hatred and revulsion swept through him like a desert storm. Taker of Life! it shouted in his head, in his heart. Hadrian tried to twist away, to flee from his wretchedness, but this was who he was. There was no hiding from the truth. "Taker of Life!" someone screamed. Hands wrapped around his throat, and Hadrian didn't have the strength to fight as he was shoved beneath the water. He didn't deserve to live. He would drown here, at Life's hands, and finally pay for his sins.
"Upon a Star" by Rithannen Running from Caled only ever had two outcomes; either he would catch you, or he did not chase at all. Hadrian was unable to decide which of those he preferred as he barreled recklessly through the gaps in the trees. His boot caught beneath a fallen limb and he fell, face first, into the mat of decay that made up the forest floor. Old leaf-crust and dirt caught in his hair, and his elbow throbbed from its impact with a tree trunk. He listened, struggling against the man he had become to try and hold on to some small slice of hope, straining to hear footsteps, to hear a voice calling out to him. Nothing. Caled wasn't coming. Despite how many things had happened in their past to tell him that, Hadrian had still tried to hope, to hold out for a glance, a crumb, a single spark of something gentle, but there was nothing. It made him so very…angry. Just as he was getting up to all fours and finding his balance to stand, a punishing hand grabbed his injured elbow harshly and jerked him to his feet, causing Hadrian to cry out in pain. The hand immediately released him and moved to his shoulder to steady him, alarming Hadrian further. At first, it was hard to recognize Caled through the haze of tears and frustration clouding his eyes. Hadrian was able to identify him by his arrogantly amused stance. His anger intensified, thrashing his insides with a cold fire. "Can't you ever just leave me alone?" Hadrian spat, his body shaking with an inexpressible yearning. "Why must you incessantly belittle and taunt and badger me! Why can you never just leave me alone!" "Whoa, now; take a breath and calm down, Hades," Caled said, surprised at the sorcerer's volatile reaction. "I will not calm down! I have the same right to
be a loud, obnoxious, pissed-off horse's ass as you do!" Hadrian's
voice shook, but not from anger. Fitfully, he started trying to comb
nature's refuse from his hair with his hands, but the gloves made
his fingers too thick to work properly; and when a knot formed in
the middle of a large section of his hair, he screamed wordlessly
from his gut, startling Caled further. Hadrian untangled his fingers
from his hair with short, jerking motions and then stared at Caled
blindly, willing a man he could not see to understand something he
could not say. Helplessly, Hadrian slumped, all of the powerful rage
in him instantly gone, and he interred his face in his gloved palms.
"Fried Mushrooms" by l_greytree I ate the entire bowl in barely a few minutes. Then I looked at the other bowl. Hmmmmm…the mushrooms were probably getting cold. Fried mushrooms taste much better when they are hot. I was torn. I should save them for dinner. Fried mushrooms really taste much better when they are hot. I should offer some to Caled and Gam and Lio and Manix and Syellen. Fried mushrooms taste good only when they are hot. I quickly got up and exchanged bowls. This portion was obviously larger than the first. I could eat a few or maybe half of them and still have some left for the others. I started eating. They were really good. I kept eating. They were cooked perfectly. Just a few more. These were better than the ones I had on Shard's Point. Oh no! I stared at the empty bowl. Maybe I could explain to Manix what happened and get more money for more mushrooms. I liked that idea. I lay down and started thinking of how I would phrase my request. I started to relax. It had been a while since I felt good. I smiled. I started to feel warm. I sat back up and took off my shirt. That was better. I felt really calm and serene. It was probably because a whole hour had gone by without having Caled pick on me. Maybe Manix could turn him into a mushroom and I could eat him! I laughed at the ridiculousness of that idea. Then I thought about it. Eating Caled! Now that was a good idea. I felt myself starting to get hard. It felt good. I felt wonderful. I moaned. I felt warmer so I took the rest of my clothes off. I closed my eyes and started thinking about Caled. In my mind I slowly undressed him and took him in mouth. He was so big. I loved having him in my mouth I thought. My hand slid down to my cock and I started to gently massage. I felt exhilarated. I heard the latch of the door and opened my eyes. Standing there was the object of my fantasy. Caled stopped when he saw me and his jaw fell open. He was roughly pushed in by Gam who entered the room without looking and then by Lio. Lio gasped when he saw me. I burst out laughing. I had my cock in my hand, a raging hard on and three fully dressed gorgeous men in my room. I couldn't stop laughing. I didn't feel embarrassed. I just felt good. "Shut the door, Lio," Caled whispered hoarsely.
"The Lights of Sheyll" by l_greytree They made their way silently to the docks. Hadrian was grateful that Caled had brought his cloak and hadn't even been too obnoxious about it. They had been walking for about half an hour and Hadrian felt both relieved and nervous. Being outside was liberating but his restlessness had turned into a strong apprehension. The rain was refreshing but the fog which had blown in from the sea felt oppressive. He pulled his cloak around himself a little tighter. "Had enough, Hades?" Caled asked. Hadrian shook his head and mumbled, "I need to
find something." Caled sighed but didn't argue. They were now
walking along the wharf and the sea was getting rougher. The boats
and ships were rocking in an unsynchronized pattern and creaking against
the ropes holding them to their moorings. Hadrian felt his anxiety
increase as they walked by one of the last piers. He quickly turned
and headed down the pier. He had a feeling that the answer was at
the end of the pier. He vaguely heard Caled shouting something about
it being dangerous and proceeded to ignore him. When he got to the
end of the pier, he was splashed by a rogue wave. The wind also shifted
and blew the rain directly in his face. He couldn't see very far in
front of him because it was dark and the fog not only hindered his
sight but also created strange shadows and reflections from the ships'
lanterns. Then Hadrian saw it. "Watch it!" Caled growled. "There's someone out there and I think he or she
is in trouble. Look!" Hadrian shouted and pointed in the direction
of the lights. "There's no one out there, Hades," Caled looked
and calmly stated. "Yes! There is! Right over there! Don't you see
that light?" "No." "But it's right there! You're not looking!"
Hadrian was growing more agitated and Caled's lack of concern was
making him angry. "Hades…there's nothing there. You're probably
seeing a weird reflection." "No. No! NO! There is someone out there and he
or she needs help. Can't you see how the light is moving? Can't you
see that whoever is trying to signal someone?!" "I think the rain is getting to you Hades."
Caled sneered, "Let's go back to the tavern and I'll buy you
a drink to clear you're head." "NO!" Hadrian screamed at Caled.
"Sense of Purpose" by Angela
I can feel the warmth of the sun on my face. It's refreshing, relaxing, a deep contrast to the chill at my back. Caled... Caled burns me like the sun. Gavedon and Caled; my ex-father and ex-lover. A source of burning heat and unbearable chill that trapped me in between and gave me no room to escape, then left me like I was nothing. They both tried to kill me. It's such a strange ingratitude for the love I tried so hard to give them. Then again, who can blame them? I'm a murderer. I destroyed what was precious to them, Rhiad, Shard's Point, and turned it to cinder. I'm a monster. Yet... I don't feel like a monster.
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