by Luke, Monica
“I shall clean us both,” he now lovingly said, relishing in every moment of doing for him.
“So loving you are to me,” Aderac whispered, as he watched Belon go to the basin.
After he cleaned Aderac, then himself, gently he climbed into bed and lovingly pulled close to him.
“Sleep peacefully, my life,” he whispered to him, as he put his arms around him.
“I shall,” Aderac whispered back, “In your arms.”
**
Now held in the chamber for days, Elgen opened the door to go talk to his Brother Lord Cadon, but when he did, two guilds stopped him.
“By word of the king,” one bluntly spoke for both, “No one is to enter or leave this chamber.”
“I want to see my brother,” Elgen insisted.
“By word of the king,” this time the other repeated, “No one is to enter or leave this chamber.”
“Am I a prisoner?” Elgen huffed.
“The king words were, you are held to the chamber that you be safe.”
Elgen scowled angered, and slammed the door; then huffed again in the chamber, as deep within his mind he began to wonder and worry if they knew.
In the chamber next to Elgen’s, but around the corner, Cadon now held to his bed had stuck the knife deeper than he intended and bleed badly, which left him weak.
After several days, finally able to stay on his feet when he got out of bed, he also tried to leave the chamber to go speak with his brother, but the guards stopped him just as they did Elgen.
Frustrated, he slammed the door, but as he sat, his mind searched for any clues he could have left that would uncover his deed, or if he spoke out of his head as he lay sleeping from lose of blood.
His instincts making him certain something was wrong or they suspected something, he knew somehow that he had to get a message to Augerd.
Chapter 49
On his way to the cottage for the night, as Ovfren rode through the back courtyard, he happened to pass Enek out late practicing alone.
“You are out late,” he commented, unable to ride pass him without saying something.
“True,” Enek said, stopping for a brief moment to look up, “I am vying and want to be ready.”
“You are vying with the others?”
“Yes,” Enek answered, but spoke nothing of why or what Belon commanded.
Ovfren jumped down and pulled out his sword.
“I shall practice with you for a time,” he offered, “If you wish it.”
Enek held up his sword to him, as his agreement to practice, and as the two went back and forth across the courtyard, he nodded impressed with his skill.
“Someone has taught you well,” he complimented, as he sweated and breathed hard from moving back and forth across the courtyard.
“Ogorec,” Ovfren said, when he stopped to catch his breath.
“That name is known to me,” Enek said, as he thought, “Yet at this time, I cannot place it.”
“He is King Baric’s guard and first in command,” Ovfren offered, but said nothing of what Ogorec was to him.
“Ah.” Enek pursed his lips, “Then indeed, you should know well how fight from him.”
“How long have you been king’s command at Ivodgald?” Ovfren asked, making conversation to long his stay with him.
“For as long as I can remember,” Enek answered truthfully, “Just as was my father’s father, and my brother.”
“And how does the love of your life feel about you always away?”
“Well, if there was one.” Enek laughed to himself, “I am sure, she would not be pleased that I am always away.”
Silently, reveling because he had no loved one waiting for him, Ovfren again began sparring with him, and as he charged, Enek withdrew his knife as Ovfren held his sword high coming towards him.
As he did, he caught his arm, forced it behind his back, and brought him to his knees by kicking him in the back of it, before he dropped to his own knees, and put his knife to his throat.
“See,” Enek teased, “I could easily have slit your throat and you would be undone.”
Ovfren breathed in hard impressed by his agility. When he felt Enek breathe on his neck and smelled his masculine sweating flesh, it roused him, and like a wild animal, he literally wanted to bite on him while he rammed his organ inside him.
“Then such dread that would be,” he blurted, as he suddenly impulsively bit his neck, “For anything to be undone with us before it has even begun.”
Surprised by his actions and words, Enek quickly released him and hopped to his feet; then looked down at him oddly, but not angrily.
“What brought about such a bold and foolish deed?”
“Yes a foolish deed it was,” Ovfren admitted, as he now stood; then looked back at him, “That I long to do again.”
“What if I had sliced into your throat?” he questioned, “I have done such to men who have offended me for less.”
“Then either slice into me,” Ovfren boldly dared, “Or kiss me.”
Finding himself intrigued, Enek stepped backwards into the darkness out of the view of anyone and Ovfren eagerly step forward closer to him.
“Dare you make me now wonder what the stir is of a man inside a man and what pleasure could come from it?” he asked, as Ovfren now stood close in front of him, “One that before now, I did not care to wonder or know.”
“Then wonder no more and know.”
Saying nothing, he put his hand behind the back of Ovfren’s neck, then his lips to his, and when he did Ovfren more than enthusiastically put his arms around him.
As both kissed, as their breathing became more heavy, Enek took his hand from around Ovfren’s neck and put it around his rear, pulling him even closer and their bodies now rubbing, both felt the other’s shaft bulging wanting to break free and feel actual flesh.
“Stop,” he finally blurted, and pulled his lips from Ovfren’s, “A great leap this is and one I will not do without reasoning if I even should first.”
“From this kiss, is there now desire within you for me?” Ovfren hoped.
“I fear yes, and such is the surprise,” he admitted, “Though I know well of Grand Commander Belon and King Aderac’s love, such ways never once came to me until your kiss upon my neck.”
“Kiss me again,” Ovfren whispered.
“No,” Enek said refusing, but as Ovfren stood, he didn’t walk away from him.
“Kiss me,” Ovfren whispered, “Let me feel your lips again to mine.”
Enek looked at him, as again, Ovfren made him wonder, and without any time to deny him, suddenly Ovfren’s lips where to his and he didn’t pull away.
“Uuhhhh,” Enek pleasingly groaned into Ovfren’s mouth, as again he kissed him back, “Dare you be able to tempt me in such a way.”
“Dare I desire you,” Ovfren confessed when finally their lips parted, “When my eyes fell to you.”
Pleased by how he spoke, Enek wanted to pull him close again, but didn’t.
“Go now,” he affirmed again, but this time held up his arm making sure to keep at least arms’ length between them, “Such a deed I will not leap into without reasoning.”
Ovfren inhaled, as he backed more away, but as did, he spoke his undoubting resolve.
“Your lips to mine were our first and our bodies pressed our second, and we inside each other shall be our third. And you shall wonder no more and know the pleasure of me and want me, as I want you,” before he turned and walked away.
**
Again, the next night, when Ovfren rode in for the night, by chance he passed Enek out practicing, but this time Ovfren only stopped in front of him, and watched instead of getting down.
When Enek noticed him, he said nothing as he moved back and forth across the courtyard, until he stopped he catch his breath. “You watch me, yet you have not gotten off your horse.”
“You have not asked,” Ovfren simply replied.
Enek chuckled.
“
I have angered you from the night before,” he said casually, “I can see it on your face and hear it in your words.”
“You did not,” Ovfren said, but turned his head from him.
“Then vie with me.”
“I cannot, I am late as it is and should get to my cottage.”
Enek let out a disappointed sigh. “If you must.”
Ovfren nodded; then pulled on his horse’s reins to go, but as he did, he stopped and turned his head to Enek, who still stood watching him.
“Do you still need to reason about me as you did the night before?”
Enek lifted his chin to speak in a tone filled with certainty. “Last night before my eyes closed I wondered how it would feel to push hard and long deep inside you until you begged me to stop. It made me so stiff I could not lie on my stomach to sleep.”
From his words, Ovfren blushed and began to ride back towards him, but as did when he looked pass him and saw Belon walking his way from the other side of the courtyard, stopped.
“I must leave,” Ovfren abruptly said; then spurred his horse away, and surprised by his hasty departure, Enek looked dumbfounded.
“Enek,” Belon called out, when he got closer to him, “I have been looking for you.”
“I was practicing.”
Belon looked at Enek, then at the horse trotting away. “Who rode away?”
“One of your high guild’s name Ovfren practiced with me,” Enek answered thinking nothing of it, “And I gather this night came to practice with me again. I shall confess now that my eyes see him in another way, he is handsome.”
Belon made a loud gulp. “What do you mean?”
“He favors me,” Enek answered, “And made it known to me.”
Enek knew at once that his words displeased him, because Belon stood in front of him with an expression as if he was standing barefoot on shards of jagged rocks.
“Why do you look at me that way?”
“Deny him,” he bluntly replied. “And see him no more.”
“I have done nothing with him.”
“Good and let it be as that,” he said, as he began to walk away.
“You did not speak why?” Enek asked, now curious as he followed him, “You have never spoke or cared of such matters with me.”
“You have never shown you have a way as that,” Belon stopped and replied, “Yet, if you are now wondering, you will not find out with that one.”
“Why?”
“Do not question me, just do as I command,” Belon said, and so intense was the look on his face that in all the years that he served under him, only once before had he seen it; which was when he feared Aderac was in danger.
“I obey your commands in matters of all things of Ivodgald, and am loyal to you as your friend as well,” Enek had to assert, “But you are not my father, and with matters of my life, loves, and passions, I command them and not you.”
Belon huffed and he knew Enek was right, but didn’t want to go into the long sordid details of why he wanted him to stay away from Ovfren.
“Then as my friend,” Belon now asked, “I ask that you deny Ovfren and see him no more?”
“So bet it,” Enek agreed, as his friend and didn’t question him again.
**
On the night before the set vie, Baric ordered a lavish feast for the celebration with dancing, drinking, and merriment and although, Belon wanted Aderac to remain in bed, kept his word, and he and Aderac joined the others in the king’s great hall.
“Ah,” Baric said pleasantly when he saw Aderac, who was formally dressed with Ivodgald’s sash around his shoulder, slowly walk in “I am pleased to see my cousin out of the chamber, and up and about again.”
“As I,” Aderac said pleasantly, slightly leaning on Belon, who was right beside him.
Right away, Baric stood and introduced Aderac to King Gegorad, and although, leaving a bad taste in his mouth, Lord Elgen and Lord Cadon, who he had allowed out of their chambers, but had closely watched.
“This is my cousin King Aderac of Ivodgald,” Baric introduced.
Aderac nodded, showing them the respect shown fellow king and lords.
“I am glad you are mending well,” King Gegorad’s pleasant reply, “I know you suffered much just as Lord Cadon, who lost his brother and king has from the evil deeds of the Segorans.”
“I have,” Aderac said, as he slightly smiled, “But, am better now.”
“King Aderac,” Lord Cadon almost to cheerfully said, “When I mend, I would enjoy seeing Ivodgald - after mourning my brother of course.”
“I have heard of the splendor of your kingdom,” Elgen added, “And if granted would enjoy it as well.”
“Ivodgald will welcome you,” Aderac said hospitable, “Any time you wish to come.”
As both spoke, Loth commented sarcastically to Laad. “Their brother has been slain and all that concerns them is seeing Ivodgald.
Belon, disgusted by the very sight of them, became annoyed and interrupted their conversation.
“Come,” he said, as he ushered him away and around the table chair, “You have walked and stood long enough. It is time to sit and rest again.”
From his doting, Aderac lovingly looked at Belon.
“I am fine, honey,” he openly said, and from his words of affection to Belon, King Gegorad looked surprised.
“Is he his personal guard?” he asked Baric, while Belon helped Aderac sit.
“No,” Baric simply answered, “He is the commander of the whole Kingdom of Ivodgald.
“Indeed,” he commented surprised, since he was helping Aderac along as if a servant.
When Aderac sat, Belon sat beside him, and when King Gegorad noticed how closely he did, kept looking over at them.
“The king and his commander seem close,” King Gegorad commented to Baric, now even more curious.
“In truth…” Baric said frankly , getting it out of the way certain more questions would follow if not, “They are more and have been for some time, and I shall leave it at that.”
King Gegorad nodded, knowing the frank remark meant it was best to leave the subject alone, and asked nothing else.
“Now!” Baric voiced loudly so all could hear him, as he stood and held up his cup, “Let us rejoice in the coming of age of Oen, my only son, who regretfully had to get to bed, and heir to all of Worrlgen.”
As all drank, and danced to the music, Aderac looked at Belon.
“We have never danced together.” He realized.
“I am not one for such,” Belon confessed, “And would look foolish.”
Aderac laughed and held his side.
“When back at Ivodgald, and we are alone,” he whispered to him playfully in his ear, “I will teach you.”
“You cannot teach a turtle to dance about,” Belon teased.
“You shall gracefully dance,” Aderac said, and touched Belon’s thigh, “Before I am done.”
“As long as it is with us alone in our chamber,” Belon agreed and laughed, “That only you can see me look so foolish.”
“Shall I bring to mind the time you ran out of the lake to chase me? How you tripped and when you stood, dirt covered your whole face and body. That made you look foolish?”
Both burst into laughter, and once done they turned and watched the other’s dance, then after watching for a while, Belon touched Aderac’s hand; then stood.
“I must speak with someone,” he said, as he did, “Will you be fine here until I return?”
“Yes, Belon.”
Once standing, Belon leaned over and quickly gave Aderac small kiss, but before he moved his head away, Aderac touched his face lovingly.
“Do not be to long,” he whispered, “Or I shall miss you.”
“I will not.”
When Lord Cadon saw Belon kiss Aderac, he instantly whispered over to his brother.
“Did you see such?” he questioned surprised.
“I did.”
“His way is just as mine,” Lord Ca
don became hopeful, “When he learns that I share his ways, I shall befriend him and win his favor. Celgon will bond with Ivodgald.”
“Careful brother,” Elgen cautioned, along with a reminding warning, “He is King Baric’s cousin, and the one who kissed him is the man who cut open Vron’s stomach. He can be brutal if riled to anger.”
“Worry not of that.” Lord Cadon eyes lit. The thought of the abundance of Ivodgald’s vast horses at his disposal, along with its gold and ore mines backing Celgon made him salivate.
Across the hall, the champions from Hemrock also saw the kiss Belon gave to Aderac and became disgusted; then when Belon walked pass them, they acted as if they were speaking to each other, but loud enough so he could hear them.
“Could this be what Worrlgen is made of?” one asked the other, “Soft men who lay upon soft men.”
“Surely not, but it seems all I see,” the other added, “I shall hope that the true men are out being men and not among us.”
Belon stopped and looked at them both, then turned and saw Aderac watching him, and held his temper.
“I am no longer from Worrlgen,” he simply said, “But soon enough you will find out what one not from Worrlgen is made of as you beg on your knees.”
**
Out practicing again for the morning, Ovfren avoided going to the king’s great hall by feigning he was ill; then once Ogorec left, he hurried out to search for Enek.
After he walked into the courtyard, when he saw him he waited patiently to not disturb him; then when he stopped to rest, came over to him.
“Well graceful you are with a sword.” Ovfren commented impressed, and stood close, “I long to know how graceful you are with your other sword.”
Enek breathed in hard, as he looked at Ovfren, who just as most had when they looked at him, now that he saw him in another way saw the appeal of his attractive youthful face.
As Ovfren boldly moved closer and kissed him, he weakened briefly and didn’t stop him at first.
“Let us go somewhere to be alone,” Ovfren suggested.
