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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      I_Am_Number_Four
  Relationship:
      Number_Three/Number_Three‘s_Guardian
  Character:
      Number_Three‘s_Guardian, Number_Three
  Additional Tags:
      Merry_Month_of_Masturbation_Challenge, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference,
      Masturbation
  Collections:
      Merry_Month_of_Masturbation_2013
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-29 Words: 1742
****** “Just this once.” ******
by w_x_2
Summary
     Number 3 is tired of running and hiding, he’ll keep on doing it for
     the rest of his life, but for him to continue on, he’s got to tell
     his heart’s desire that he loves him.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I am Number Four doesn’t belong to me. No harm intended,
     no profit made.
     A/N: Look at the tags, as there are some 'warnings', please. If
     you’ve ever seen/read ‘I am Number 4’, you’ll know that Number 3
     (Hannu) is underage, the internet tells me he is fourteen in fact.
     For the 29th day of mmom 2013.
Loriens fell in love only once throughout their whole life. Their first and
only love, the one.

At the tender age of fourteen, Hannu, the third of the ten Loric Garde, had
already found the one he loved.

It took him some time to tell his Cêpan, but he finally did when they arrived
in Congo with the Mogadorians close on their trail as never before. He hadn’t
known why he had been so hesitant to tell his guardian, but when he received
his response, he understood why.

His guardian had turned him down, told Hannu that he was too young to recognize
what love was, that he was a mere boy, and that even if it was true, nothing
could ever happen. The older warrior was there to protect him, not to get
distracted. Neither of them could afford to get distracted, not when the young
Lorien was next on the killing list.

“You’re just helping me with my argument, I’m going to die soon!” the young
Lorien struggled not to shout as he tried to keep his voice steady. “Why can’t
you put your thoughts of what’s right and wrong behind you just for once and
enjoy the peace and calm that we have right now?”

The Guardian looked guiltily at the boy he was supposed to protect. “I can’t,
it’s a matter of life and death.”

“What we have right now, it’s not going to last,” Hannu said, holding his tears
in the corner of his eyes. “We might have a month or a week, or even just
hours.”

“We are fighting so that you have longer.”

“I am- I haven’t had the time to hone my powers,” the young Lorien croaked, not
allowing himself to sob. “We have no idea where the others are, I have no
chance of survival.”

“Don’t say that,” Three’s Guardian begged as he closed the distance between
them, putting a hand on the young Lorien’s shoulder.

“We’ve been running and hiding all my life.” A tear slipped down his cheek and
he fought harder not to let them roll free. “I will fight for my life with all
I have until my last breath, but I want to enjoy this.” He stroked the
warrior’s torso ever so softly through the greyish blue t-shirt he donned, as
he looked into his guardian’s eyes pleadingly. “Us, together.”

“You are a boy,” the Guardian breathed as he covered Three’s hand on his torso
with his own, keeping it still as it lay on his heart, feeling the beats.

“What do you always tell me?” the young Lorien softly asked but didn’t give the
man he loved time to answer. “That I am wise beyond my age.” His guardian was
about to protest so he took a very small breath before he continued. “A wise
young adult trapped in a boy’s body.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” the warrior protested.

“Please,” Hannu begged. “Just this once.”

The fight went out of the older man as he raised both his hands to the boy’s
face, and brushed away the tears falling. The tears he had caused by trying to
reject the young Lorien.

“The task I was given was to train, teach, hide and protect you at any cost.
And I guess, to do that I’ve also got to keep you happy.” He smiled as he
dropped a small kiss on the boy’s cheek. “I would never be able to hurt you,
but you have to understand that this goes against all my principles.”

“I know,” the boy whispered as he blinked away his tears.

“Just the once.” Three let out a big breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
Up until that point, despite his guardian telling him he would never reject
him, he had doubted that the warrior would actually go through with it. “But
slow. And simple.”

“Yes,” the boy leaned up on his tiptoes to kiss the older man’s cheek, not
wanting to push him away.

The warrior cupped both the young Lorien’s cheeks as he leaned down and first
kissed his forehead and then each of his eyes. He reached further down to skim
his lips over Hannu’s nose and then to brush his lips against his mouth. It was
barely a touch, but Hannu let out a moan while managing to resist reaching up
to bump his lips more firmly against the Guardian’s lips, something for which
the warrior was thankful, he couldn’t let his will crumble. Not anymore than it
already had.

Number 3’s Guardian leaned down until he could rest his forehead against
Hannu’s own forehead, softly bumping their noses together so that he could hold
the young boy’s gaze for some moments before finally closing his eyes and
breathing in, his hands moving south.

The warrior touched Three’s neck first, rubbing soft circles on the skin before
he moved down the covered shoulders and then, keeping a pinkie on each arm,
down his chest, stopping to briefly touch the little nubs through the shirt. He
lingered a bit, softly rubbing each of his nipples before running his hands
down his sides until he reached the hem of the shirt. He dipped his thumbs
underneath the material to stroke over the bare skin, before rubbing his belly
with his hands. He kept his caresses soft, pads of his fingers caressing
lightly, causing just enough sensation to have the boy breathing that bit much
faster and being unable to hold onto the small noises escaping from his lips.

It wasn’t that hard to believe that the warrior could be provoking such
delicious small moans to come out from the young Lorien’s mouth, after all,
Hannu was practically untouched. The times that the boy had touched himself
were probably few and far in-between, having barely just turned into a teenager
and constantly being on the run.

They were practically always together, an eye on one another, aware for any
danger, ready to strike at any time. And as such, the warrior really doubted
that he hadn’t been a witness to practically all of the times Number 3 had
masturbated. An amount of times which he could count on the fingers of his two
hands. He always tried to give the boy privacy, but the young Lorien had a
penchant for doing it at night, when he believed that the Guardian was fast
asleep. And really, the time that the boy took was not worth making him aware
that the Guardian was in fact awake, and as a result make him relocate
elsewhere.

A thought passed through the Guardian’s mind, that perhaps it wasn’t because
the boy thought the Guardian was asleep, but instead just the contrary,
however, with the boy’s innocence- he stopped his train of thought there, this
was so not the time to think about that.

The young Lorien’s cheeks looked flushed, his eyes slightly closed as he bit
his bottom lip. The warrior moved his left hand up, a single finger caressing
the bitten lip until Hannu released it. The same hand then caressed his cheek
while the other travelled up Three’s torso, touching through the soft fabric of
the shirt until it came to rest at the top button.

“Is this alright?” the Guardian asked when both hands joined at the top button,
making it clear they were ready to undo it.

Hannu nodded, clenching his hands by his sides as he didn’t know what to do
with them. This time, Hannu watched as the hands moved down his body,
unbuttoning the shirt slowly so as to lavish the same care on each bit of new
exposed skin. He could feel the heat and need between his legs, his member so
hard, demanding for touch, but he fought it, nails digging into his palm as he
waited for his one true love to get there in his own slow, torturous time.

Once the shirt was finally off, and Three felt bare hands all over his skin,
rubbing and caressing, he had to close his eyes, the pleasure running through
his body much too intense. A finger touched his bottom lip once again and he
noticed that he had been biting on it, trying to keep most of the noises from
emerging completely. Fingers then rubbed at the hem of his pants and his
guardian called his name in order to get his attention.

The older man watched as the young Lorien open his eyes, taking in the glazed
eyes, the flushed skin and the swollen bottom lip. He had the desire to kiss
the boy once more but he didn’t give in to the want for the moment in the hope
that he could hold off on his will crumbling any more.

Hannu nodded, keeping himself from speaking so that he wouldn’t say anything
that would make his Cêpan rethink his decision and stop his caresses.

The air hit his lower body rather fast after he had nodded, and he felt his
member jump when it was released from its confines. He was so, so very hot,
extreme pleasure coursing through his veins as he struggled to hold himself up.

Number 3’s Guardian could see that the boy was close, so he held off, touching
first his hipbones, and then his legs, hands rubbing up the insides of Hannu’s
thighs as the boy moaned his pleasure.

A strangled noise came out of Three’s mouth when the older man’s hand closed
around his member, the hold loose as his guardian stroked up and then down and
Hannu could feel his teeth digging deeper into his lip as his eyes shut closed.

“I-” Hannu tried warning but he felt himself starting to lose his footing.

“Go on,” the older man encouraged.

And just like that Hannu came, hands shooting forward as he fought to stop
himself from falling. He felt himself grab on to the man, hands closing tightly
as his hips thrust into the hold until the blinding shock of white running
through his body diminished.

Hannu’s heart was still beating irregularly, his breathing coming fast and
short when he noticed how tight he was holding onto his guardian. “Sorry,” he
apologized as he released his hands.

The older man hmmed. He swallowed before speaking in a broken voice, “Come
here,” as he hugged Hannu flush against him before he finally gave in to his
desire to kiss the younger boy once more. Just this one last time.
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