Sky and Storm (Warriors of Vis, Book One)

by Alina Popescu

  Storm sat in the uncomfortable chair in front of the large desk his father was sitting behind and indulged him as best as he could.

  When he was finally dismissed, he stormed out the door and broke into a run up the stairs to his and Sky’s floor. His husband was just coming out of their bedchamber and Storm nearly crashed into him. He somehow managed to pin Sky against the door, a low growl of lust and possessiveness erupting from his throat.

  “I thought I was never getting back to you,” Storm said in what he intended as whispers and turned out to be a low, need-laced, husky voice. Sky’s pupils dilated, his own lust responding to Storm’s.

  Smiling so widely his cheeks hurt, Storm picked his husband up and walked him back into the bedroom, making a sinuous line to his destination – their bed. They both fell on it, rolling around and laughing.

  “I thought I’d go crazy waiting for you,” Sky said, his eyes dancing with excitement. “I was thinking of barging in, mention some made-up emergency. Then I thought I’d might just cause trouble for you and relented.”

  Storm rolled on top of him and crushed his lips to Sky’s, tasting him and moaning at the sweet aroma he had so easily gotten addicted to. “I probably would have run off with you before you had a chance to talk. You’re so gorgeous, I can barely see straight.” Storm pinned his husband down, holding his hands above his head, and straddling him. Sky’s hips snapped up in response, rubbing his hardened cock against Storm’s. Groaning deeply, Storm forgot all about talking and playing around. He needed Sky, he needed him so badly, he tore Sky’s shirt off, getting a startled yelp in return. Storm shed his own silk shirt off and moved lower on Sky’s body, just enough to be able to completely undress his husband.

  The glistening head of Sky’s cock made Storm gulp. His eyes fluttered closed as Storm tried to regain some level of control over his body and his reactions. He felt Sky fumbling to unfasten Storm’s trousers and helped him by wiggling out of them. They got stuck on Storm’s boots which he’d forgotten to take off and he hissed in frustration, struggling to free his legs.

  Sky’s laughter and Storm’s final attempt to release himself brought forward his own chuckle. One leg to go and he was done. He heard a tearing sound and held up what used to be one of his favorite pairs of trousers. He turned to see a red-faced Sky rolling around the bed, both his hands clutching at his belly. Sky was laughing so hard, Storm thought he might suffocate.

  “Oh, well, so much for you,” Storm said with a shrug and threw the rags away. He reached for Sky and pulled him closer, silencing his laughter with small kisses peppered on his neck and down the golden skin of his chest. The last shred of laughter turned into a long moan when Storm’s lips closed around Sky’s nipple, sucking it harshly. Sky arched off the bed, forgetting all amusement and squirming to get closer. He did not let up until every inch of their bodies was touching.

  “I need you, Sky. I want to be inside you so badly,” Storm whispered between more open-mouthed kisses all over Sky’s torso. Sky’s arms snaked around him and pulled him on top. Sky spread his legs and then locked them around Storm’s waist.

  “What are you waiting for? I need it just as much,” Sky whispered, thrusting forward and moaning.

  Storm pressed a long, wet kiss on his husband’s lips. “You are really new at this. I need to get you ready, otherwise it will hurt.”

  Sky frowned and stared at him. “It did not hurt last time.”

  “Oh, gods.” Storm let his head fall and rested his forehead on Sky’s chest, right over his heart. For a moment, Storm got lost in the rhythmic thuds, listening to them as they joined his own heartbeats. “Last time, my love… Last time you were drunk. I had also spent some time getting you relaxed and ready. Should I remind you, you’d already spilled your seed twice?”

  When Storm looked up, Sky was blushing so hard, his neck and chest were as red as his face. Storm had never seen anything as endearing. He kissed Sky briefly, then jumped out of the bed, hurrying into the bathing chamber. He returned with a bottle containing some special oil Sera had made. The woman had made a fortune with this little potion of hers, it was the best male couples could find anywhere in the world. As he was holding it, Storm stopped and stared at the container, raising both his eyebrows. He’d had Sera make him one for every time he returned home. It had been his glimmer of hope that one day, one day he’d finally have Sky.

  “Storm, what’s wrong?”

  Storm looked up at Sky’s frown and winked. “Absolutely nothing, husband mine. This little thing,” he said wiggling the bottle, “will make everything more pleasurable.” Still holding it, he crawled over Sky and nudged him to spread his legs again. Storm loomed over him, his hands caressing every bit of skin he could reach. Sky’s body rolled and arched, moving into the caresses and prolonging the contact. Smiling at how beautifully they responded to each other, Storm pressed their lips together. His tongue slid along Sky’s, making him groan at the warm, wet sensation.

  As they kissed and grinded against each other, Storm uncapped the bottle and bent it until the lemon-scented, thick oil soaked his fingers. He poured some on his free hand, wanting to make everything slick and ready. Taking advantage of Storm’s temporary distraction, Sky closed his lips and teeth around his nipple, making Storm cry out. Sky continued his onslaught with Storm’s other nipple. He was learning fast, Storm thought, pushing him back on the bed.

  Storm’s fingers closed around Sky’s cock, stroking him slowly. It was enough to make Sky jerk and murmur Storm’s name. Storm used his free hand to slowly massage Sky’s crease, circling his entrance. He used all his patience to wait for Sky to be fully relaxed before he pressed a finger in.

  Sky’s eyes shot open, but as he was breached further, he relaxed and sighed. Storm took his time, letting his husband adjust before starting to move in and out of him.

  “Kiss me,” Sky whispered, cupping Storm’s face and pulling him closer. Unable to deny him, Storm explored Sky’s mouth with unrestrained greed, adding one more finger inside his husband’s tight and unbelievably hot channel.

  “Oh, hell, you feel so good. And it’s just my fingers I’m using.”

  Sky pushed down on Storm’s fingers, a needy whimper making the skin on Storm’s neck turn into gooseflesh.

  “More,” Sky said before attacking Storm’s lips. His hips kept snapping and thrusting, and Storm’s patience was hanging by a feeble thread. Sky looked so enticing splayed on the bed under Storm, his eyes half-closed, his lips bright red and swollen. And those little lust-filled sounds he made… delightful.

  Storm took his cock in hand and positioned himself at Sky’s entrance. He hissed at the grip Sky’s fingers had on his hips, taking the needy grab as encouragement. Storm allowed himself to push in, slowly, giving his husband time to adjust to his girth.

  “Damn it, you’re so big,” Sky said, groaning and wiggling in an attempt to take Storm deeper.

  “Relax, love. I don’t want to hurt you.” Storm’s pleas fell on deaf ears. Sky insisted on impaling himself on Storm’s cock. Giving up the fight, Storm thrust forward with more force, bottoming out and hearing his husband yelp at the intrusion.

  Storm was just about to apologize when Sky kissed him feverishly. “Yes, just like that! Claim me, Storm, I want to feel you making me yours again.”

  Storm’s eyes widened at his husband’s request. He’d wrongfully assumed Sky’s memories of their night together were fuzzy. Apparently not. Storm gave in. He moved in and out of Sky with precise, short thrusts, then changed his rhythm to long, deeper ones. Changing his angle until he had Sky moaning and calling his name at every move, Storm knew he’d never have enough of this. It seemed so perfect, so easy, that at times he couldn’t remember how on earth they’d survived a year without each other.

  As Storm felt his climax building up, he leaned over Sky, so that his cock would rub against Storm’s belly. Storm crushed his lips to Sky’s and gave up any pretense of control, fucking his husband so hard, the bed sta
rted banging against the wall. The room was soon filled with gasps, moans, grunts, and the erotic slap of skin against skin. Storm heard Sky cry out, then mumble his name and with a final trust, Storm crumbled with his own release.

  Storm wanted to move aside, give Sky a little breathing room, but his husband’s deadlock around his neck made him reconsider. Using his forearms as best he could to support his weight, Storm lay there with Sky, panting and whispering the sweet nothings he’d always craved to share with his husband. He now could, with Sky awake and aware. It felt so much better than talking to the back of Sky’s sleeping form.

  CHAPTER X

  The Departure

  SKY COULDN’T BELIEVE how happy he was. Ever since the meltdown in Storm’s office, and their subsequent conversation, the two royal husbands had been so sickly sweet, everyone around them was affected. None more vocal than Cloud, who had taken to carrying lemons with her whenever she was in Sky and Storm’s company. She claimed all the sweetness would have her throwing up without sucking on a slice of the sour fruit.

  They were overly tactile and seemed to find a way to end up joined at the hip, all smiles and professions of love. If he were honest, Sky would also say he’d never in his life been so sore. Muscles he didn’t even remember having ached and strained. It was almost as if he’d been transported back to their childhood years, when they were both trained to fight and survive.

  The only difference between the present and their formative years were the long nights of lovemaking, the string of orgasms that merged together in a sea of pleasure Sky sometimes felt guilty for experiencing. There were wars happening, there were victims in the world, poor folk barely scraping enough to feed their families. All along, Sky reveled in a comfortable lifestyle with the best food and drink and attention from Storm.

  The Dragon! Sky had the Dragon warming his bed every night, fucking him into oblivion, then holding him with such tenderness, Sky found it hard not to weep at the exquisite delirium. Storm was more beautiful every day. Their now complete relationship seemed to affect the warrior prince just as much. Storm had a glow about him. He smiled all the time. The Dragon shone so bright to Sky, he wondered how he hadn’t gone blind yet.

  Of course, Storm didn’t smile when he was training with his elite guard. He was focused and deadly in his precision, but even then he seemed… revived, renewed, better, stronger, and faster than ever. There was no stopping him, no one was Storm’s match. Seeing him fight always made Sky weak in the knees. So much so, Sky couldn’t even spend half an hour watching his husband train. In no time, his cock was filled and aching, and Sky had to retreat to their bed chamber.

  It would have been so easy… reach inside his trousers, stroke himself to completion. He’d done it once. But Storm had caught him. The Dragon had stood in the doorframe, watching his husband from afar, encouraging him until Sky was sated and spent. Storm had then showed Sky why his own hand would never be able to compete with how it felt if he had the presence of mind to wait for Storm to finish training.

  Sky still ran to hide in the privacy of his room, but he followed a different path now. He’d strip, lie down on the bed and wait, squirming and writhing on the cool sheets. When he knew Storm wouldn’t be much longer, he’d slick himself up, greeting his husband with two fingers moving in and out of his channel.

  Weeks had passed, and this display of desperate want still turned Storm into a clumsy mess of a man. The Dragon stumbled and cursed as he disposed of his clothing and sheathed himself deep in Sky’s ass. How either of them could walk was still a mystery to Sky. One he wasn’t particularly keen on solving.

  “Hey, are you in there, Sky?” Cloud asked, snapping her fingers in front of Sky’s eyes.

  Sky smiled at her and nodded. “Yes, I’m here. Just eating my breakfast.”

  “Gods, you make me sick to my stomach. You fuck all the time. When will it end, you being so distracted I can’t even talk to you?” Cloud huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “I apologize, I know it bothers you.” Sky shrugged. “I don’t think I ever want it to stop.”

  Cloud sighed and pulled Sky to her, kissing his cheek. “I don’t think it ever will, brother-in-law. I had my doubts about you two ever being more than a freak show of a marriage. If you made it through that, I don’t see what could ever break you.”

  “Shh, don’t say that,” Sky scolded, frowning at Cloud. “Don’t challenge the gods, Cloud. They can always decide it’s time to prove you wrong.”

  Cloud laughed and slapped Sky’s shoulder. “I should like to see which god decides to test the Dragon’s patience. Knowing Storm, he’d find a way into heaven to throw them out of it if they ever dared hurt you.”

  Sky smiled, even if his heart still fluttered with apprehension. Storm would indeed take on the gods if they stood in his way. Yet he didn’t want to put his husband in such a situation. Sky wasn’t the most devout of believers, but he’d always taken comfort in the idea of higher beings watching over humans. Of course, the gods of Vis were not horrendous, avenging deities as other lands’ gods. They were kind and forgiving. Nurturing. Apart from the Great Knight, God of War and Conquerors. But would such a god turn against the Dragon? The one man who celebrated war by subduing new lands more than any other?

  Sky was so caught in looping thoughts, the sweet kiss on his cheek startled him. He turned to Storm’s indulgent smile and answered with his own. “Good morning, husband mine. Are any of your soldiers still standing?”

  Storm chuckled and shook his head. “No, they all need time to recover after this morning’s training. What are you up to?”

  Cloud scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I think he’s still busy day dreaming about whatever you two were doing last night. I swear, your fucking sounds more like demolition works.”

  “We definitely need a new bed,” Storm said, looking serious.

  Sky huffed and kissed his husband’s lips. “What is the point? Let’s wait until you break this one to replace it.” Since their reconciliation, several pieces of furniture in their rooms had been replaced. Sky imagined it would take them a few more tries until they found something that could withstand their trysts.

  “Let’s go work on that project right now,” Storm said, pulling Sky off his chair and throwing him over his shoulder.

  Sky laughed, then sobered and tried to protest. He was a grown man. Being carried off to bed like that was quite embarrassing. Storm ignored him and made his way up the spiraled stairs.

  When they reached the floor under theirs, Storm came to an abrupt stop.

  “What’s wrong?” Sky asked as Storm put him down. He turned to the grim faces of the king and his war council.

  “Mitas is under siege,” the king said.

  Storm squeezed Sky’s shoulder and without another word, followed his father and his council to the king’s office.

  Sky sighed and dragged his feet down the stairs. It couldn’t be good. While it was quite far from Vis, Mitas was one of the best reinforced strongholds within Vis territory. It meant the enemy, whoever they were, had gone through other borderline strongholds. They were beyond bold, challenging the Dragon like this, in his motherland.

  He’ll leave again. Storm will go to war and I will be left behind. Alone. Lonely. Sky shook his head and resumed his walk. It wasn’t the same anymore. Before this reconciliation, Sky’s only comfort were the few nights he’d sleep in Storm’s arms. That was it. No love to speak of, no long nights of pushing their bodies well beyond their limits. No deep-rooted belief that what he had with Storm was true love, unrelenting, eternal.

  Storm would leave because he had to. He wouldn’t be running away from a disappointing husband. He wouldn’t be running into a lover’s embrace. Sky knew all that now. There was no need for him to fear rumors.

  Despite the long hours he spent walking on the castle grounds, Storm was still locked in the council room when Sky returned to their bedchamber. Sky sighed deeply and sat on the large chair next to the window,
looking out into the dark reds and violets the setting sun cast. It was beautiful, albeit melancholic, another departure Sky had to live through.

  He’d convinced himself he’d be fine without Storm. Sky would miss his husband to the point of madness, but he’d do his best to get ready for his husband’s return. He’d show Storm how happy he was now that they’d sorted out their relationship.

  “I have to gather my things and men and leave right away,” Storm said as he burst through the door.

  Sky pushed himself off the chair and gave his husband a weak smile. “That only means you’ll return faster.”

  The Dragon pulled Sky into his arms. Sky went willingly, reveling in the feel of his husband’s embrace. He wondered how long he’d have to wait to enjoy this closeness again.

  ***

  Loneliness hit Sky like a wild bull the moment he was awake. He hadn’t patted Storm’s side of the bed, but the lack of heat radiating from his husband had jolted Sky awake. Sky sighed and pulled the covers over his head. He could stay in bed for today. What was the point of getting up?

  Sky felt the pull of his familiar habits. Stay in bed, don’t let the sunlight in! Keep them all away. Let me be! The dark thoughts resurfaced fast.

  “No, I can’t do this.” He jumped out of bed too fast and had to steady himself which was harder than he expected with his heart beating wildly and the rush of blood burning his ears. “I can’t do this to myself or Storm,” he whispered, dragging his feet to the side table and sitting on the edge of the chair.

  The sadness that had consumed Sky whenever Storm was gone was a thing of the past. At least that was what he’d told himself. The longing, the dread of not seeing Storm again, they were supposed to lessen now that Sky knew how his husband felt. Or were they? Didn’t Sky have more to lose now? He wondered why he’d thought it would be easier this time.