The Heat
by Gadget 151
URL: http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/87/

Charles Duchamp POV

Author’s note:
This is if the Pendergast brothers had Laurell K. Hamilton’s “Audeur” and had to be brought into their power like in Dance Macabre.



I pinned Aloysius’ hands to the wall and above his head as I forced a kiss on his unresponsive lips. He tried to turn his head away but I wouldn’t allow it, he needed to be brought into his power before it went away completely. Diogenes had already had his audeur awoken a few years ago, but Aloysius had been keeping his sex-magic under-wraps. Their mother had asked me to awaken it before it was too late. Aloysius wasn’t so keen on the idea; he’d been pushing me away all night, even though I had explained the situation.

“I don’t want to be ruled by the audeur.” He’d said.

“You won’t be, but Aloysius, if you don’t come into your power you’ll be an empty thing; a shell. You won’t reach your full potential, Al, you won’t be you.” I’d told him and tried for the first time to kiss him.

Aloysius shoved me away and I only grabbed him about the waist and pulled him back. “I won’t let it rule me.”

That had pissed me off, for some one so intelligent he could be really ignorant. “And I won’t let you make yourself something you’re not. The audeur is you, part of you: accept it.”

And then I’d started to undress him, which is where I still was now. But now Aloysius was becoming a little more responsive, kissing me back, albeit hesitantly.

“Don’t take your hands down.” I warned and let them go so that I could go back to his clothes. I felt Aloysius tense and I looked up. “Al, I have to do this for you, but I promise that unless you ask me, this won’t be sex. I promise.” My hands paused on the buttons of Al’s shirt. “Do you want me to touch you or do you want to touch me?”

“Neither, both, I don’t know.” Aloysius said and smacked his head back against the wall in frustration. It was a habit from our childhood that I’d thought he’d grown out of, I mean, he was about to go off to college. The entire reason we were here now.

I stood to my full height—still taller than Aloysius by two inches—and kissed his cheek lightly. I took his hands down from the wall and led him back to my bedroom then I made him sit on the edge of the bed and stood against his knees.

God, Aloysius looked so lost, sitting there and looking up at me with those blue-silver eyes through those blonde-white lashes. He was getting taller every day, developing lean sinewy muscle over fading baby fat but he still hadn’t grown into his body yet. I put my hands in Aloysius’ hair and took my fingers from his scalp to the base of his skull. Time and time again I repeated the caress, trying to make him relax. Slowly, those eyes began to droop and his breathing began to slow.

I didn’t want to be the one to do this to him; I didn’t want to bring him into his power... Because I’d seen Diogenes after he recovered, I’d seen what the audeur could do when it first awakened. “I have an idea,” I said.

“What?”

God, I didn’t want to hurt him, even by accident. “I’ll awaken your audeur as quickly as I can, I’ll get you hard and then I’ll blow you...”

Aloysius nodded absently.

“Then, if the audeur takes you... will you blow me?” I asked.

Aloysius looked up so suddenly that I saw the audeur raging behind his eyes. But not awakened. Not yet, it was still dormant. But like a volcano was dormant, heated, raging, boiling but still dormant. But that volcano was waking and I glimpsed in those blue-silver eyes that had darkened to grey.

“Yes.” Was all Aloysius said.

I knelt in front of him, opening the fly of his pants. He lifted off the bed to allow them to be removed and then I took away his boxers as well. Aloysius kept his hands to himself but his eyes were roaming everywhere. I put my hands back on the buttons of his shirt but didn’t take it off, just opened it so I could run my hands over his alabaster skin.

It was hot to the touch; overheating and I knew that his audeur was getting closer to the surface. I put my hands on Aloysius’ chest and pushed him backwards. “Don’t move,” I said. “Let me touch you, that’s what I want now.”

Aloysius said nothing, just laid there with his legs hanging off the bed’s edge. I must be his absolute first, I thought. Sure, he hadn’t told me to stop but he hadn’t told me to touch him anywhere in particular either. I didn’t know what he wanted and suddenly I didn’t know how to proceed. His mother had told me the audeur could only be awakened by sexual contact of some kind as long as it involved touching the skin.

I pushed his open shirt to the side of his torso, put my mouth on his neck and trailed my kisses down his chest to his hips. He didn’t make a sound, didn’t move, he just watched me. It was too unnerving, I put my hands over his eyes and that made him squirm.

“Charles...” He murmured.

“Aloysius, I don’t want you watching me.” God where had that come from? I took my shirt off and tied the sleeves around his head, blocking out his eyes.

“Charles I want to watch...” He said.

“I don’t want you to.” I said and finally took my time to look at him.

He was the whitest—palest—man I’d ever seen. The slight muscles of his abdomen becoming apparent, the lines of his androgynous hips thick but still so very slender. The slight dusting of body hair the palest I’d ever seen on anything other than a pure white cat. He looked...delicious, enchanting. I didn’t know, in that moment if I’d awakened the audeur or if I actually wanted Aloysius. Oh, I was attracted to him, I always had been, but this was different, like this, he was food.

That hadn’t been my thought, it had been the audeur’s and I abruptly realized that it was closer to waking up than we’d both thought. I took another kiss to his neck and then moved to bite his ear and his breath hissed between his teeth. That was the first reaction I’d gotten, so I bit him again, this time soothing the abrasion with the tip of my tongue. I was leaning over him, still standing with my hands on either side of him, I felt his legs brush mine and I shivered.

His skin became inflamed suddenly and his hands grabbed my shoulders. I stood back, putting one hand on his penis and stroking it until he was erect. Then I slid my hand further down to stroke his balls, then his erection again. I put my hands on his hips to hold him in place as I put my mouth on the tip of him and slid my lips down. He tried to thrust and it was like he became a living flame.

I’ve never touched anything hotter in my life and I knew I never would. This was the audeur waking up and this was the one time either of us would experience it. I took the shirt off his head and he looked hungrily up at me with pure grey eyes. His mother had told me that was the first sign of the audeur waking; the darkening of the eyes and his were nearly black now. It was scary.

Aloysius’ hands moved from my shoulders to my hair and I stopped sucking him. I wanted his kiss; I wanted him completely underneath me while the audeur took over for the first time. The second sign was that the skin would glow, and Aloysius’ glow lit the room up like a trapped moon. Then, he screamed.

I held him down as he clung to me, nails cutting into my skin, and he screamed again. This was what I’d been afraid of, the screams. Their mother had said Diogenes screamed himself raw, that he’d bloodied himself. Cutting into his own skin with his nails. Aloysius was doing that to me, but I didn’t even feel it, his audeur was so strong. I kissed him again and the screaming stopped and he kissed me back like I was the first breath after nearly drowning. I let go of one of his hands to touch his erection again. I could feel him hot and heavy against my inner thigh through the fabric of my jeans.

Aloysius tried to thrust against me and in trying to hold him down I let the other hand go and stopped kissing him. He screamed as he cut himself open, and his eyes were luminous. Then I felt him ejaculate in my hand and on my jeans, I kept stroking him, the audeur was awake and it wasn’t done with me.

He tried to grab me through my pants and I let him, pulling away so that he could pull them down. He put his hands on my dick and stroked so hard in hurt, then, hands on my hips, he put his mouth on my erection and sucked me until I cried out too. He spit my semen on the floor; I’m not sure how I would’ve reacted if he’d swallowed it.

I touched his hair, it was sweat dampened and his eyes had gone back to normal. The audeur was satisfied for now. I helped him lay back on the bed and it took him a moment to notice all the blood. When he did, he made a terrified little sound and I had to hold him in place yet again.

I moved toward him, wanting to lick the blood off and he let me, licking my bloodied shoulder when I was close enough. His skin was already cooling, the audeur diminishing. He laid back and I threw the bed-sheet over him, I stretched out on top of it to give him a little space. Afraid that if the audeur woke up to soon that it would hurt him in some way I couldn’t soothe with my touch.

“Are you okay?” I asked; he’d begun to quiver slightly.

Aloysius shook his head. “They had to put my brother in an ice bath because the audeur overwhelmed him.” He told me. “The heat of his skin wouldn’t cool off, it turned into a fever and he got sick all over again.”

“Again?” I asked. “Like when you were nine and he got scarlet fever? I remember.”

Aloysius nodded, turning onto his side to look at me. He looked like a different person, more confident than I’d ever seen him. “The audeur overheated him, he almost died again. But the ice helped him and then he slept for days, when the audeur came back he fed it slowly. And then he was alright again.”

I touched his hair, willing him to sleep but I the same time I knew I could listen to his voice for hours. But those eyes started to droop again and in a few moments he was asleep, head resting lightly next to my shoulder. I watched him sleep, the bloodied scratches on his chest and neck coagulating and wondered just what I’d done to him.