Legends of the Treasure Child

Jack woke from his dream, covered in sweat, heaving after his breath. He jerked as he found that John had turned and was leaning on his elbow, watching him. The golden eyes of his demon son gleamed in the dark. He said nothing, only stared blankly at him.

“I’m sorry I woke ye. Go back to sleep, lad” Jack said, trying to sound normal instead of frightened out of his wits.

“You dreamt of Him. I tried to help you, but instead I was killing you. I thought you’d like the gold, but I forgot you can’t breather under water. I have so much to learn.” John said, frowning at Jack.

“I, uh, wha’? How’d ye…?”

“When your emotions are stronger than usual, like when you panic, or get very angry or upset, I feel them too. So I came to you in your dream.” John bent forward, his right index finger caressing Jack’s bearded chin. He bent a little further, giving Jack a light kiss on his lips. He whispered: “I am supposed to take his place, you know. One day when my heart beats its final beats, I’ll burn, and from the ashes I’ll rise like the Phoenix, The Thyrion Reborn! And I’ll walk the centuries alone, feasting on the blood of murderers, rapists and criminals, until I come across someone worthy to bear my child” John spoke softly, kissing Jack again, a little harder this time, resting his right hand on his trembling chest. “But that fate is centuries away and in the meanwhile I will stay true to you as your son. If you’ll have me. If not I will be deeply saddened, for I am still a boy in need of his father.””

“Why me?” Jack whispered. It was the one question he’d been longing to ask after so much time.

“Because you hold the leash” John whispered in reply, lowering his head and finding Jack’s right nipple, putting his weight on Jack so he was forced to lie down. John sucked hard, and Jack felt the milk flow, felt himself being drained. He gave in to John, all though it hurt a bit, let the boy have his way with him. He felt a forbidden delight spread throughout his body, felt it snake its way from his nipple to pool between his legs. Jack buckled his hips against John and arched his back towards the youth, giving himself completely to the boy. He tried to ignore the painful sucking, the scraping of sharp teeth against flesh. John moved forward, placing himself further on to Jack’s body, forcing his legs apart. But he came too a halt when his knee made contact with Jack’s hidden erection. The sensation had caught the boy unawares, and shifted his weight before drawing Jack’s trousers aside to have a better look at what was inside. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then bent his head down to have a look at his own erection

“Yours is bigger than mine” John stated somewhat disappointedly.

“I couldn’t help it” Jack began apologetically, “it’s just that ye’re no baby of mine anymore, but a young and quite appealing young man, and I must confess that it’s been so long now without a woman—“

“—it stands ready to conquer!” John whispered in awe and withdrew, ignoring Jack’s words completely. “I could never be your equal, I see that now.” He paused to look Jack squarely in the eye, holding his breath. “Are you going to take me? Will you mark me as yours? Take my virginity for yourself? For it’s your right, you know, for you were the one to give me life and therefore my body is yo—“

“—you should go back to sleep” Jack intervened, feeling himself return to his senses. John leaned forward again, having another peak into Jack’s trousers. His eyes went round again, and the same startled look on his face. John shuddered for a brief moment, making Jack smile. John obviously had a different perspective on manhood. It made Jack realize that he still had somewhat power over the boy, and a plan was beginning to take form in his head. Perhaps the Treasure Child could be kept in check after all.

“Big…!” the golden eyed boy muttered under his breath, putting Jack’s pants back in place. John leaned in again, opting for another kiss, and Jack let him have it, tasting the child’s sweet lips. They were soft, like women’s lips, and he tasted good, the sweetness of his own milk like a ghost on John’s full lips.
John arched forward, his abdomen grazing Jack’s swollen cock under his clothing. John let go off his lips, his eyes cast downward in submission, his breath hitching. He was extremely aroused, his own cock leaking with natural lubrication, forming golden threads as the fluid touched the bedspread beneath them. His eyes were like two brilliant suns, shining sharply in the dark, his twin fangs glowing white in his open mouth, his breath hot and lustful.
Yes, Jack saw it clearly now. John’s fluids turned into droplets of gold once they lost contact with his flesh. He picked up the spider web-like threads to study them more closely. As he looked back at John, John had begun touching himself, letting his hands roam his naked, heaving chest, stroking his hard and pale flesh. It took him a while to figure out what was best since he’d never actually done it before, and once he’d found his own rhythm he moved on to a swifter tempo. He wriggled himself closer to Jack, seeking his lips and found them, kissing them carefully, like he was kissing priceless porcelain. Jack refrained from doing anything but kissing back. He held his breath, for the moment was theirs and it was so fragile. A dream in the waking hours. John rested his left hand on Jack’s chest, feeling his hear beat hard against his palm.

“Will you not have me?” John whispered.

“Do you want me to have you?” Jack whispered slowly in reply, his voice dark with forbidden lust. But just then, John grunted, and his eyes seemed to glaze over for a brief moment, before he buried his forehead in Jack’s beard and came. Hard.
The seamen squirted onto Jack’s torso, immediately stinging and burning as it turned to solid gold. Jack looked down at it, perplexed at what he saw. John was panting, and wiped off the remains on the bedspread. That too, became gold.

“Interesting” was Jack’s comment. He then kissed the boy’s forehead and then picked off the golden pieces from his skin. There were red and blistered spots from where he’d removed the gold, and it still stung.

“You’re going to have to be careful. This could severely damage the ones you unite with.”

“Huh?”

“This is *solid gold*, me boy. Imagine what would happen if ye let yer sperm fall into a lass’ belly. Or into a man for that matter.”
“What do you mean?” John frowned.

“Ye can’t live with gold or any metal on yer insides. It’s goin’ to kill ye. And since it still hurts here, on the outside” Jack pointed to his red blemishes, “imagine the pain conceivable on the inside of yer flesh, John. Ye have to mind yerself and *that*” Jack said, pointing towards John’s relaxed member. “I can’t believe I’m havin’ this conversation” Jack said to himself. “Now go back to sleep, boy”. John couldn’t help himself, he had to take a final peak at what lay inside Jack’s trousers, and when he saw that Jack was still hard, he looked up at him but said nothing, smiling somewhat insecurely, before rolling over to his side of the bed.

Jack lay down also, scratching his forehead. So the whelp seemed to think like the Thyrion, obviously measuring his strength by the size of his cock. But the boy could obviously not know how long the demon’s erection really were, and until John remembered that fact, it seemed that Jack was at the top of the ranking order. This knowledge though, wouldn’t help him with his current problem, which was a growing unrest inside because of his unattended erection. Nor did he dare to touch himself before John had fallen asleep. Even then, touching himself could represent a problem since John seemed to pick up his stray thoughts at will. It had been like that since the beginning. But he had to do something. He decided on waiting for the opportune moment. He would just have to take his chances when John was asleep.