WORRLGENHALL

by Luke, Monica

  “Look at King Aderac,” Loth said surprised when he noticed how his appearance had changed, “Belon has put muscle and meat on that thin body of his.”

  “I can see that as well.” Laad noticed just as surprised.

  “I am here to honor the new king, and grieve for the one now gone,” Aderac said humbly and bowed to Baric, who returned his bow.

  After done with the formalities, Aderac immediately began to scan the crowd of men for Belon; moving his head back and forth, and when Belon’s men noticed how set he seemed on speaking with him before they got through the gates, began to part.

  Gracefully as they parted, somehow they got the men from WorrlgenHall to part as well, and once they did, Aderac’s eyes widened when he spotted him, and hurried towards him.

  “There you are my love,” he said tenderly, once he got to him.

  “You are greeting a mourning king. Custom is I had to stay back until we passed the gate,” Belon whispered, wanting him to know why he didn’t rush to him, “Yet, as I watched you I cannot put to words the strength it took to do so.”

  Missing the very sight of his face, Aderac wanted to kiss on him, but controlled himself and looked ahead sternly, hoping he already knew how much he had missed him.

  Both riding side by side, they behaved well, yet longed to kiss, hold, and touch each other; then just as they reached the gates, Aderac turned to Belon.

  “Even here,” he said, as he slowed his horse, “We shall behave well during the day, but will not sleep apart. I need you beside me when I close my eyes and wake.”

  “Ah, great king,” Belon said, as he looked over to Aderac, “Lust after me. Lust after me and summon me so you can have your way with me.”

  Aderac couldn’t help but smile; even though, he wanted to look stoic.

  “Dare you make me smile,” he chided playfully; then nudged his knee into his horse gently to go through the gate ahead of him.

  Late when he arrived at WorrlgenHall, Aderac feigned he was tired from his journey and needed rest; then after the servants put his things away, he undressed and waited for Belon.

  Belon unaware of that sat in the king’s hall waiting for him to enter to eat; then after Baric and his wife came inside and sat, when he noticed Aderac wasn’t with them, hurried away.

  WorrlgenHall well known to him, he hurried down the hallways and up the stairs to the guest chambers, then suspecting he would be in the noblest one, looked to his left and right; then slowly opened the door.

  Quietly, he opened it; then walked inside and when he saw Aderac standing across the room, he unbuckled his belt and walked closer.

  Both looking into the other’s eyes, Belon tried to keep a straight face.

  “Did you summon me great king?” he asked, standing straight and serious, “I am here to serve you.”

  “Yes,” Aderac answered, playing along with him, “My needs are great servant,” he added, “And you are the only that can fulfill them.”

  “I shall do my all,” Belon assured, as he came more towards him.

  “Then do so servant.”Aderac held open his arms, “And now.”

  His arms open wide to receive him, Belon rushed between them; then grabbed him hard.

  “Uh,” he groaned lovingly, as Belon squeezed the breath out of him, “So strong is my love, so strong.”

  “Umm,” Belon said and held him even tighter, which Aderac relished even more.

  Aderac began to undress him. “The grand chamber here is much smaller than my chamber.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means we shall have to embrace such that others will not hear us.”

  Belon slightly laughed.

  “Hold within your moans if you can,” he warned, certain Aderac couldn’t, “As for me, I cannot.”

  “Belon,” Aderac spoke concerned, “I am a king. Dare others hear a king panting and moaning loudly? I even sent Ciron away.”

  Belon compromisingly sighed.

  “Move the furs and pillows to the floor,” he said, as he grabbed some of them himself, “And the pillows as well.”

  Quickly, Aderac moved them, then as Belon stood in front of him, his breath quickened when suddenly he pulled him close without warning and kissed him hard on his lips.

  “Us on the pillows will dull some of the sound,” he said, as he moved him to the floor, “You, my loud love, must hold within the rest.”

  “Oh, yes Belon,” he said pleased believing he could, but as soon as Belon began deepening his thrusts, Aderac, who at first moaned softly, began to get louder.

  “Aderac,” Belon reminded, although not surprised “Sssshhh, loud you are becoming. What were you words of quiet?”

  “Such words have forsaken me.” He panted no longer caring. “Dare I hold within the wonderful feeling of you inside me?”

  Belon knew that would happen and simply smiled lovingly, then deepened his thrusts into Aderac even more making him call out to him.

  “Ah, Belon, my strong giant, you are so deep inside me,” were Aderac’s loud repeated words between his moans, before both erupted and fell asleep where they lay, then well before dawn, after a tender to kiss to Aderac’s cheek, Belon slipped away before the servants came.

  Later in the morning, while Belon lingered in the hallway waiting to walk with Aderac to the gathering hall to eat, his jaws dropped.

  “Should I trust my eyes,” Belon said pleasantly, “And see you within these walls, yet, be without even a simple greeting from you, old friend.”

  Curious who seemed so easily acquainted with him, Rulgesic turned; then when he saw Belon, let out a hearty laugh and hurried over to him.

  “You are unchanged other than your hair and beard,” he said cheerfully, now sizing him up from head to foot from not seeing him after so long, “And well clothed I see.”

  Belon shook his head in amazement, believing he’d never see him again.

  “What has brought you back within these walls?”

  “I want to know my brother again,” he answered regretting the strife that eventually caused him to leave WorrlgenHall.

  As Belon thought back, he sighed his regret as well, but happy to see his old friend again.

  “Then just as I know Ogorec is, I am glad you are back as well,” he expressed genuinely.

  As both turned and walked, Rulgesic looked at Belon curiously.

  “I must know,” he said frankly, “Such were you and Ogorec’s avows you could not part no matter how each tried, yet I return to find you both are no more.”

  Unsure what to say, Belon kept walking while his mind ran with thoughts on where to begin, but as he was about to speak, suddenly Rulgesic bowed his head when he saw Aderac behind them coming down the hallway.

  As he walked, when Aderac saw Belon standing close talking to someone after hugging him, jealous at once, he sent his guard away and, although he at first planned to ask about him later, decided to ask while in the hallway.

  “King,” Rulgesic said humbly, from a bowed position.

  Aderac nodded, and looked at Belon; then back at Rulgesic.

  “I am hungry,” he brusquely spoke to Belon; then looked at him disapprovingly that he was hugging another man, “Walk me to the gathering hall.”

  Belon nodded; then looked at Rulgesic.

  “We shall speak more at a later time, and I will tell you how all of this came about,” he said and began walking.

  After they got father down the hall, Aderac stopped and frowned at Belon, but said nothing, which made Belon look at him curiously.

  “Why do you have such a look on your face?”

  “Him,” his jealous answer, “Who is he that you hugged so passionately and shared words with hidden meanings with?”

  “My sweet is jealous,” Belon amusingly teased.

  Far from amused Aderac’s forehead crinkled deeper, as he frowned harder.

  “He looks like him,” he expressed speaking of Ogorec, “They have the same dark eyes, thick black hair, jaw,
and ears.”

  Belon only laughed.

  “So aware of others you are,” he then said, impressed with Aderac’s observation, “He is his brother, and has been away for WorrlgenHall for a long time.”

  Loudly, Aderac exhaled relieved, and leaned hard against the wall.

  “I am hopeless Belon, so hopeless. What shall I do with myself?” He pouted, as he looked at him. “I am so madly in love that even if you speak to an old friend it makes me burn with jealousy.”

  “Be jealous all you want my noble king and great love,” Belon devotedly responded, “But always trust that my lips shall only be upon yours and what is between my thighs, as well as all that flows out of it fill only you. None shall have what I have vowed to only be yours.”

  “Ooh, my want,” Aderac said, wanting to kiss him right then, “I want to kiss on you and savor what comes out of what is between your thighs so badly.”

  Belon looked left and right to make sure no one else was in the hallway, then ran his thumb along the rim of Aderac’s lips and gave him a small kiss.

  “Give honor to King Rone and eat, and when done I shall show you a grand sight in Worrlgen and let you kiss on me well away from others.”

  “Yes, Belon,” Aderac said pleased; then both walked down the hallway to the gathering hall.

  Just as he said, Belon showed Aderac the Rocks of Worrlgen, a place where wind and rains had eroded away the rocks such that they looked like humans and animals cast into stone; and every time he passed them, it awed him.

  While Aderac looked at them and marveled, Belon remembered Aderac’s words from earlier.

  “I want to be kissed on,” he said, through a wide grin, “And kiss on you.”

  “Umm.” Aderac hummed, when he looked over at Belon, “Always lustful is what is within your head.”

  “Such is so,” he agreed, “It is lust for only one.”

  “I too lust,” Aderac said ready to follow him, “For only one.”

  Quickly, both rode to be away from others into the Grey Forest of Worrlgen, but as Aderac’s horse trotted along, a snake appeared in front of it causing it suddenly to rear frightened, and as it did, Aderac went sailing off it.

  When Aderac’s horse neighed loudly, Belon looked back to see why and saw Aderac landing hard on the ground.

  “Aderac!” he yelled, and quickly turned his horse to go to him.

  Wildly jumping from his horse, Belon rushed to Aderac; then fell to his knees beside him as he lay completely still with his eyes closed.

  “Adeeeeraaac!” he yelled; then pulled his body tightly to him, “Aderaaaaccc! Adeeeeraaac!”

  With Aderac in his arms, Belon rocked him like a newborn baby as he called out his name, then when he moved his hand to hold him better, and noticed his fingers were covered with blood, although, the sight of blood nothing to him, when he looked at it on one he loved dearly, became overwhelmed.

  “Noooooo!” he cried out fearing the worse, “Cursed I am. Cursed I am that when I love they are stolen from me!”

  As Belon held him even closer, he looked for where the bleeding came from; then when he saw it was from the side of his head, tore his tunic and put it around Aderac’s gash, before he put his ear to his mouth to check for breathing.

  “Cursed is my life!” he cried out, as he effortlessly picked him up to put him on his horse when he didn’t feel or hear anything.

  As he fretfully carried him, Belon looked at Aderac’s face as he walked and; even though, blood covered it, he looked as if he was peacefully sleeping, which made Belon think of that same peaceful look sleeping beside him, and his eyes glisten.

  “I deeply love you,” he now said, anguished, “What is between us is like no other that lives or shall.”

  Now close to his horse, Belon’s glistening eyes turned to tears as he thought more of the cherished one in his arms dying and openly wept.

  “Oooww!” Suddenly, Aderac loudly groaned and reached for his head; then noticed Belon weeping and talking to himself while carrying him.

  “Why do you weep, my love?” he asked, as he looked at him, “And speak to yourself while carrying me?”

  Belon stopped; then put him down before frantically holding him.

  “I love you!” he cried out relieved so loud it echoed, “And dare you have me filled with woeful fear!”

  “And I love you,” Aderac replied, “Why do you weep and carry me?”

  “Do you not feel all the blood on your face?” Belon asked, his tone almost a screech, “You hit your head and did not wake!”

  Aderac again reached for his head and noticed some of Belon’s tunic wrapped around it.

  “My horse.” He now remembered, “It suddenly reared, and I fell to the ground.”

  “And hit your head,” Belon added.

  His head throbbing, Aderac groaned again, but smiled at Belon lovingly.

  “Such a strong will you have and so fierce you are,” Aderac said so moved he wanted to cry as well, “Yet, as you carried me, I heard you weeping.”

  After another deep sigh, Belon looked at him; then inhaled relieved and fell onto his back to the ground before he began to laugh, but as he did, his laugh again turned to weeping.

  “Belon,” Aderac said, as he moved to his side, and again moved by Belon’s open emotion, his eyes began to glisten, “Why do you weep?”

  “For joy and joy,” Belon answered, as he turned and saw Aderac eyes shining beside him, “Joy that I now can love such that I am weakened to tears and joy who I love is well.”

  Aderac wiped Belon’s eyes; then wiped his own.

  “Our lustful kisses will have to hold until we are within the chamber,” he said, as he now stood, but staggered when he did.

  At once, Belon jumped up to hold him.

  “Come,” he said, and guided him to his own horse; then helped him onto it before he jumped on it himself, “Let us get back and get you to bed, and those lustful kisses shall wait until you are better.”

  “Will you be beside me?” Aderac asked, as he put his arms around him to hold on; then pressed his cheek to his back.

  “I will be no place other than beside you,” Belon said, and spurred his horse forward.

  Feeling safe and secure with his arms around him, Aderac remembered Belon bandaged his head with the tunic he wore.

  “I shall have many made for you,” his words, as he rubbed his cheek on his back.

  “I have many from you as it is,” he said, with a smile from thinking of how Aderac tended to him in all aspects of his life.

  “And you shall have many more.”

  Belon said nothing else about the subject, and knew Aderac would pamper him with more tunics out of love, and again as he thought of his sudden fear of losing him, he stopped his horse and reached for Aderac’s hands that were around his waist.

  “There is no worth to scale my love for you. It is deep Aderac, so deep,” he professed sincerely, and repeated his words just as Aderac did when upset or excited. “You must know and trust that. You must Aderac, you must. “

  Aderac kissed his back tenderly.

  “Belon, I knew such long before you.”

  “And I will sleep beside you here, as well as anywhere we are and not slip away to keep others from knowing of us,” he asserted, “We are in love and dare I fear losing you such that I weep; then behave as if you are not my life. I will not.”

  “Your will be done,” Aderac said, as he rested his cheek again.

  “Is that not your will as well?”

  “That is foolish of you to ask,” Aderac’s response to his question, as he lifted his cheek for a second; then put it back in place.”

  His head neatly bandaged by the servants, as Aderac lay in his bed to rest, he crossed his arms and expectantly stared at the door waiting for a wondrous sight to appear.

  Knowing his love well, he smiled when Belon suddenly came through the door smiling, and as he undressed in front of him and came to bed, Aderac eagerly inhaled waiting to feel
his heated body against his; then exhaled once it was.

  “I knew you would come lay beside me and not wait until time for bed,” he said pleased, as he now turned so Belon could hold him from behind, and after he did Belon again put his body very close to Aderac’s and his strong arm around him.

  “You will not be in this bed alone mending,” he whispered into his ear, “And not have me with you.”

  Aderac sighed content letting his mind wander.

  “Remember when I first rode here?” he reminisced.

  “I remember well,” he answered, as he made himself comfortable.

  “When I looked at you,” he kept going, as his breath quickened just thinking of it, “My breath left me. So handsome you looked as you sat proudly on your horse, but you looked away from me, so I spoke to make you look at me.”

  Belon laughed, as he thought of it. “What comes more to mind for me is that you offended me; then offended me again later.”

  “Only to make you speak of it to others, and from it I would be in your head.”

  “I put my boot hard into your thigh with the weight of my body,” he added, as he thought back on his angered deed, “For taunting me about my red hair.”

  “Yes, you did Belon, and you are heavy,” Aderac commented, rising slightly annoyed with his brows furrowed remembering the deed, “And to this day a scar is on my thigh.”

  “It is?” he questioned puzzled why he never noticed certain he had explored every part of his body.

  “Yes.”

  “Then, from this day on,” his loving response, “I shall kiss it when my lips are between yours thighs.”

  “How sweet and silly you are.”

  “Sweet and silly, yes.” He didn’t care, “And done to show my sorrow for hurting you.”

  Just as Aderac reminisced, so did Belon.

  “After that, you sent for me,” he said, as he thought back, “And I almost did not come.”

  “Why not Belon?” asked Aderac, as he turned his body so he could look at his face while they talked.

  Belon smiled, as Aderac looked at him eagerly waiting for an answer, and the truth that he almost didn’t come because he saw him as ugly at the time, he would rather have cut out his own tongue than wound him by revealing that.