Flesh That Burns

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A/N:  I don’t know where this came from…oh wait yes I do.  This is revenge….cold bitter sweet revenge for David.  Ha, Ha, Ha!!!  Please read and review.  Flame me if you want, I have been caught in
the woods in a leaky tent in the pouring rain for about a week now and I could use a good laugh. 

Warnings:  This story contain those naughty tentacles that every true anime hentai fan loves, ^.^  I, myself am NOT that big of a naughty tentacle fan but David deserves to be punished for what he did.  I am only doing this because I care…sortta.  Anyways!  It also has Yaoi (Slash) in it (come on peoples do I write anything else?) rape, of course you can’t have those naughty tentacles without rape.  And be kind, this is my first.

PS:  Don’t hate me, it’s only because I love Mat…. ^.^;

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Mat stood by the waters edge peering down at his reflection wondering how things had gotten where they now were.  Their group seemed too big for words, all drawn together and it was one of those very rare occasions when everyone that was pulled into the tangled web were traveling in the same direction for a short time.  Nynaeve and Lan spent so much time together Mat had wondered if they were attached at the elbow.  It was pleasant that the Wisdom had found someone who could put up with her all the time, at least when she was around the Warder she didn’t nag on him like an old women.  Poor Rand really didn’t know what to do with the women that he had snagged in, all of them wanting equal attention.  At least when Min was with the Dragon Reborn Elayne and Egwene spent those moments with each other, softly giggling in corners.  Faile stayed close to Perrin and even Moiraine seemed to have found something in Thom that kept her not too far from his side. 

Mat sighed and watched as his face snuck into a mask of complete misery.  He was the only one it seemed to not have really anyone, which was fine for him for the most part, yet he somehow couldn’t help to feel that he as the outcast of the group.  “I wish there was a bar maid that I could at least cuddle with…” he mumbled to his reflection unaware that he was not alone until it was too late.  The thing wrapped around his ankle and not so gracefully dumped him in the river.  The sword-like spear that he always carried was ripped from his grasp as another tentacle wound around his wrist.  More thin limb-like object locked themselves to him, his waist, neck and legs.  Somewhere between the struggling and him trying to get his barring back Mat realized that his coat had become unbuttoned and his shirt unlaced hang loosely about his shoulders.  Two long appendages ripped the garment free and slide along his skin leaving slippery clear fluid behind the smooth fleshly
ends causing his skin to tingle.

He opened his mouth to scream, “Rand!!  Hel -- ” his voice was cut off as soon as he got the words out.  One jammed itself in his mouth and down his throat releasing more of the thick fluid between his lips making him swallow the liquid or choke.  It didn’t taste bad, almost like a sweet, tangy drink and it felt wonderful going down his throat.  He clamped his lips around the smooth tentacle and sucked running his tongue across the bottom and twirling it around the base trying to get every drop of the sweetness from it.  He was barley aware of the laces of his boots coming undone and sliding off leaving his feet bare.

More tentacles came from seemly no where and wrapped around his toes sliding between
them and moving under the leg of his soft leather pants.  He groaned as he felt them play across his thighs and undo the ties of his breaches.  The appendage around his waist moved and dropped its head down the front between his legs.  Mat threw back his head and gasped the fluid he had not swallowed dripped down the corner of his mouth and ran down the side of his neck. The feel of it clouded his mind and left him aching to have the soft flesh back in his mouth, needing to do something with his tongue, anything.

He hung his head not caring that his wet locks of hair fell across his eyes when he opened his mouth and panted feeling the end of the thing open up and engulf his hardness in tight heat. Sweat beaded down his skin and mingled with the cool water from the river giving his body some type of hot and cold illusion.  He thought he was going to explode, he could feel the thick substance the creature was releasing rung down his thighs and legs soaking the leather that was still attached to him.  The thin smooth limb attached to the sour of his heat tightened even further around him, the inner muscles of it sliding slowly up then down.

He raised his head and saw blueness above him just now noticing the grass below him causing small sparks to dance across his skin it seemed as if everything that touched him did something to intensify his need instead of decrease it.  He tried to tug his hands free wanting more contact but they just gripped him tighter and pinned his hands above his head so he settled for digging his fingers in the soft dirt pulling up the blades of greenness as him withered below the monster that bound him. 

The tentacles holding his legs together split apart and spread them, bending his knees so they almost touched his chest, “Light…” he barely managed a gasp as one slowly slid to his lowest region and began to play across the small hole before penetrating him until he thought he would split in two.  He through his head back and screamed in pain, pain beyond anything that he had ever experienced before, it was even worse than dying.  He thought himself to be between heaven and hell as the thin appendage that impaled him slowly slid out the thrust back in and the one in front of him increased its speed. 

His back arched as lighting shot through spin when it touched something deep inside of him, he screamed again, only this time it was not for the pain that he felt.  The tentacle that was in his mouth before replaced itself and he was more than happy to have it back.  He tossed his head to the side and sucked thoroughly swallowing more of that delicious fluid. 

S%S

“MAT!!!” Rand ran frantically towards his best friend, slashing through the fleshly ropes with his flame-like sword until there was nothing left.  He stopped and looked down at him, still withering on the grass he cloths tattered and torn.  “Mat?” he whispered, kneeling next to him and gathering the flushed boy against his, “Mat!?!” he voice came out harsher this time, more frantic and worried, “Light, your skin feels like it’s a flame!”  He shook him, “Mat!  What happened?” he want a reaction from him, any reactions would do instead of the shaking and groaning that had taken him
over.

Mat heard Rand’s voice through his fog coated mind but it was too far away, all the existed for him was the feel of the body pressed against his, “It burns…” he gasped needing his friend to understand.

“What does Mat?  What burns?  What did that thing do to you?”

Mat threw back his head and groaned his hands reaching up and snapping the buttons of the Dragon Reborn’s fancy coat. Mat sat up and stared up into the stricken face of his best friend, “I need it…” he moaned, wishing for him to realized what it was that he was asking, “It hurts…oh the Light it hurts…”

Mat tore open the spotless white shirt and immediately clamped his lips to the exposed flesh of the Lord Dragon’s chest.  He heard Rand gasp and smiled, moving his mouth up to suck on the
delicious skin of his neck, causing little red welts to appear before moving up to his ear.

“Mat!” Rand franticly tried pushing the shorter boy away; whatever the creature had done to him it wasn’t anything that he had ever seen before in his life. 

He lifted his head up and peered into Rand’s light eyes before leaning forward and kissing him, thrusting his skillful tongue into the hot mouth.  He groaned into the kiss and tasted all that was Rand, running his tongue across his teeth and coxing him to do the same. 

He didn’t actually expect him to kiss back and when he did Mat completely lost control of himself.  He threw them down on the ground and held Rand on top of him, wrapping his legs around his best friends waist and thrust against him withering and groaning like he was dying, “More…” he moaned, “Rand, help, I’m feel….burning…more…Light…help…” he knew he didn’t make much since but it was all that he could get out between frantic kisses. 

Rand broke the kiss and trailed his lips down Mat’s neck, “Mat, what can I do to
help?  Tell me what to do….”

Mat grabbed Rand’s reddish hair in one hand, tangling his fingers into the shaggy lock and reached down between them cupping his hand over Rand’s rapidly growing erection, “This….the monster….inside of me…something….”

Rand shed the rest of Mat and his clothing and lay back down on top of him not knowing what really to do but hoping that some how his friend did.  Mat welcomed the returning heat and pressed the body closer to him bring his legs up to the others shoulders.  He reached for his friends thickness and guided him to his entrance, “Here…” he moaned and pushed Rand in up to the head of his manhood.  He was thicker than what the monster was but it still felt wonderful and he bucked his hips causing sliding him up to the hilt.

Rand groaned and dropped his head onto Mat’s shoulder his heat was incredible, far tighter than any woman that he had bed before and so much more pleasing.  He nipped the skin of his best friends shoulder making small bite marks in the smooth flesh, “By the Light Mat….you feel so good…” he groaned again as he started to thrust into the boy below him.

Mat reached up and gripped Rand’s hair flexibility making it easy to keep the back of his knees against his shoulders as he pulled him down for a harsh kiss. Tongues clashed against one another fighting for dominance in each others mouths, the thrust of them soon matching the thrust of hips until Rand could take the heat of being sheathed in his best friend no longer.

Mat felt himself being filled causing him to release his own seed between the two of them, coating their stomachs in sticky fluid.  He groaned out from behind starry eyes when he felt Rand slide out of him placing a small kiss upon his sweaty forehead. 

“Mat?” he barely heard Rand speak, “Mat?  What did we just do….?” He sounded worried and frightened.

Mat skin went a flame again as Rand trailed soft kisses down his neck and sucked on the flesh of his collarbone, “Rand…” he moaned flipping them over so he was now on top, “Again,” he said the tone leaving no room for argument, “I want to know how it feels.”

Rand met the searing kiss half way biting the others top lip while be bit his bottom. Mat soon broke the kiss and moved down Rand’s body, tasting every inch of skin between his neck and navel.  Each
whimper, each shudder that passed through the Lord Dragon’s body only encouraged him more until he reached his goal and took his again hardened flesh in his mouth.

Rand arched his back and sat up digging his fingers in Mat’s dark hair, the harder he puller the more he seemed to suck on the wonderful skin.  Rand threw his head back and it took him no time to come into the other boy’s welcoming mouth.

Mat took the opportunity to turn Rand over on his hands and knees splitting his friend’s seed into his hand coating as much of his own flesh that he could before quickly thrusting into the body below him.  He dropped his head trying to control his body’s needs and wants placing tiny kisses along the Dragon’s back as he moaned in pain. “Shhh…Rand, it gets better…” he whispered gently as he slid slowly in and out of the tight sheath.

It didn’t take long for Mat to find that place deep inside and he had Rand bucking against him in a matter of moments.  It was nothing sweet and gently, Mat torn into him and harder his thrust became the more Rand moved below him.  

Mat bite into his shoulder, drawing blood and lapping the crimson line that he formed away with his tongue as he reached around the other boy grabbing his source of heat and pumping it with their thrust.

It was the most amazing thing that he had ever experienced, he thought himself flying and nothing existed but the beautiful body below him.

S%S

Egwene shifted uncomfortably next to the fire as peered into the red flames, “Do you think that we should go after him?”

Min shook her head, “Rand can take care of himself, I am sure that he is fine.  Besides he really didn’t look too worried when he heard Mat call his name, no doubt they are playing their little
boy games.”

Moiraine didn’t look that worried either, but than again Moiraine never looked worried at all.  She sat next to Thom their hushed whispers drifting across the camp but was too low for anyone but Perrin to understand what they were saying.  Not that Perrin was paying much attention to any of them, he was too busy enjoying the clear quiet night holding Faile in his arms.

A twig snapped off in the distance causing everyone to jump and Lan went as far as drawing his sword, then the voices came.

“Are you sure you can walk…?” Rand’s worried voice gently rolled towards them.

“Light Rand….I think so…just don’t touch me….Wait. No! I said--” Mat let out a high squeak that followed by a large crash and a few groans.

“Light!  I said --, you wool headed idiot!” again Mat’s voice cut threw the darkness and another moan was not far behind.

Egwene stood up and looked to Moiraine, “They might be hurt.”

Rand crawled out of the brush with Mat not far behind him, “We’re fine.  Just a little scraped.”

Nynaeve waves her arms in the air, “Do you have any idea how worried we were about the two of you.  I should box both your ears until you squeal like girls.” 

They both got to their feet gripping onto each other for support as their legs threatened to give out on them, “Not now Nynaeve your constant nagging makes you sound like an old hag.  Can you please just be quiet for five minutes,” Mat softly mumbled clinging to Rand like he was his life line, “Rand?”

Rand turn his gaze from Nynaeve’s face flushed with anger and fixed it on his friend’s, “Yes?”

Mat smiled weakly up at him, “I want to go to bed….”

Rand gave him a weak nod and hobbled over to his bed roll, from the looks of it, it was hard to tell who was helping who.  Both shed their wet clothing and crawled under the wool blankets.  Mat mumbled something intangible even to Perrin sharp ears before cuddling up to the Lord Dragon’s side and falling asleep.

He gave the group a small glace his face blushing a bright red, “I will explain in the morning,” he muttered sheepishly.

In the morning Mat screamed like a girl and wondered why Rand was in his bed roll not
remembering a thing.  Yet there was this funny taste in his mouth that he just couldn’t place.

Rand never told a soul, but something inside of him broke and painfully shattered at Mat’s reaction when he found himself lying in his best friend’s arms.

*owari*