Exiled

Title: Exiled 1/?
Author: Angel or Innocent Moonlight
Rating: NC-17
Summary: An exiled Lordling finds love in Ireland, but will a meddling father and a bride destroy that union, or will it indeed strengthen the bond they share? M/M M/F
Warnings: on separate chapters, graphic sex between two males, if you do not care for this please do not read it.
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He stormed about the ramparts, black fury following him like a thick cloud. Crushed in his hand was a letter from his mother. Correspondence he normally looked forward to, life lonely so far from his native home in England. But he was not home, no he was trapped on this God Forsaken rock in the middle of no where watching over his father’s Irish holdings. Granted he didn’t mind it so much but it was damn lonely, the only company those who worked in the castle or the small entourage he had brought with him when he had been given this assignment.

His father had not given him this out of some familial bond, no that bond had long since died when he was still too young to understand why he had been a disappointment to the old Earl of Kent. But then he hadn’t known he’d had an older brother one who had died, leaving an infant brother the rightful heir to all titles. No his father had never cared for him but he hadn’t hated him, he’d groomed Morgan to be the rightful heir in deed and manor from his earliest memory, but Morgan had always been a disappointment. Neither as smart as his brother, nor as pleasing to the eye, but then the sun rose and set out of his dead brother’s arse. Crossing himself out of habit, Morgan continued to fume, no the reason he’d been sent out into a wasted territory was a small problem with his last lover. Of minor nobility himself he’d tried to blackmail Morgan and his father into more land and a better title. A failed venture, Morgan’s father more stubborn than Morgan in such instances when his good name was called into question, the young lord having a tragic accident on the road, bandits a danger to a young man with a heavy purse. Scandal averted the Earl of Kent was still livid with his son’s behaviour, so he had sent his son to watch his wife’s Irish holdings.

His mother still kept in contact with him, her correspondence something of home that he honestly missed especially during the cold damp nights. But her last correspondence had left a lot to be desired. His decided he could be trusted even less away than when he was at home. So he was sending him a bride, they had been married by proxy. She was in fact bringing the documents with her on her. Correspondence was slow in reaching the isle, his mother’s letter dated almost three months before, his ‘wife’ on the ship following the letter, so he would have enough time to properly receive her. Impossible, since she’d be arriving with the next caravan coming through, which was scheduled for the morrow.

Blood red cape swirling behind him as the off shore wind howled around the castle, Morgan crushed the letter in his gauntleted hand, his armor gleaming in the fading light. He looked the epitome of the old Celtic Kings his mother was descended from, blue black hair waving about his dark face, ice blue eyes, colder than the ice that flowed and choked the waters around the cliffs of his castle. He had a distant look to his face, looking less like his father’s people and more like his mother’s. Part of the reason he’d been accepted as the ruler had been his close resemblance to his great grandfather.

The castle was a flurry of activity, the rushes on the Great Hall floor were being replaced a room was being cleaned and aired out for the girl, and girl she was, apparently his father had chosen a girl barely sixteen, hoping to entice his son to softer flesh.

“You worry.” A voice said from the dark corner.

Jumping Morgan turned around, squinting in the half light, relaxing the hand on his sword, when he saw his lover. “Cathan, you startled me.” He growled softly, although there was no anger in his voice.

Smiling faintly, Cathan walked over to his lover, brushing his fingers gently across his face, “You’re mother’s missive was not good news I take it.” He murmured softly, brushing a stray piece of hair from his lover’s face. So many found Morgan hard, almost cruel in his look, but Cathan had witnessed that same face transform time after time when they were alone, he watched as the mask he wore in public melt, showing a bright and kind man.

Taking Cathan’s hand he shook his head, “Not good news at all my love.” He whispered faintly as he turned to look out at the water. “Father married me off. My wife is will arrive tomorrow with the marriage documents. If I do not fulfill my marital obligations by within a year, I lose all titles and I’m completely cut off.” He said quietly as he turned back to look into his lover’s shocked gaze, “Before you say it lover, he can and he will cut me off. He doesn’t want a sodomite son.”

Shaking his head Cathan looked at Morgan for a long moment. Blinking rapidly, he reached out to caress his lover’s face once more, “Then I shall leave to make way for her.” He whispered quietly, turning from Morgan before the man saw the heartache in him. Gasping he found himself pressed against the cold stone wall, staring into his lover’s eyes. “Morgan?”

“You will do no such thing. You hear me Cathan? I will not have you make way for her. You are my lover, and I will not have whatever pampered, preening bitch my father chose to send me come between us.” He growled, taking a hard kiss, “I need you Cathan, you’re my only solace in this God Forsaken place. Do not leave me.” he whispered pressing his head to his lover’s shoulder. “I need you.”

Wrapping his arms around Morgan, Cathan rested his head against his lover’s; they were alone for the moment, Morgan’s men knowing well to stay away when their lord was in a foul mood. “You know I could never leave you Morgan, not truly.” He whispered softly. “But you must keep appearances my lord; the lady will most likely take offense to my continued presence if she is to ever find out about our relationship.” He said quietly,

“The bitch can take all the offence all she likes, I’ve been discreet in everything I do, and as long as I provide one heir by the end of the year my obligation is done.” He growled softly, standing back from his lover, “I love you Cathan.” He whispered faintly, looking over the man who’d claimed his heart so wholly. Clear green eyes shining with tears looked back at him from a kind and gentle face, rich auburn hair flowing freely about him, his lover was the epitome of the island, his bard and advisor, his lover and confidant, Cathan had been the only thing that stood between Morgan and utter bone crushing loneliness. The only thing he truly loved about Ireland.

Wrapping an arm about his lover’s shoulder, he took him within the castle not caring that his new wife would arrive on the morrow, more concerned with wiping away the heartache he’d seen in his lover’s eyes. Reaching his bedchamber, he slammed the door shut, sliding the lock home a small boy jumping to his feet off the cot at the end of his bed. Smiling he walked over to him, kissing him on the head, “Go into the other room, Niall, I have no more need of you tonight dear boy.” He whispered softly, ushering the young near sleeping boy from the room. Turning back to Cathan, he unhooked the clasp holding the cloak letting the thick material fall to the floor. Taking off his gauntlets he reached for his breastplate when his lover closed the distance between them.

Helping to remove Morgan’s armor, Cathan grazed his fingers lightly along his lover’s body, teasing the closer the came to exposed skin. Shorter by several inches, and slimmer by almost half, Cathan looked up into his lover’s eyes, shivering at the proximity of his lover. Morgan took up so much room, his very presence filling an audience chamber even as he sat quietly by. But here in his room, Morgan was more than just a powerful leader, he was Cathan’s lover. Armor off, Cathan grazed his fingers lightly across an old scar on his lover’s side, the puckered flesh still angry although it had been near a year since the sword had near cleave him. Fingers trembling he continued to trace each scar, each mark on his lover’s silken skin, Morgan oddly indulging him. Leaning close he pressed a kiss to his lover’s shoulder before stepping back. Reaching up he released the clasp on his own cloak, the thick wool pooling about his feet as it fell, revealing a lightly toned body, naked and ready for his lover’s touch.

Growling softly as he looked over his lover’s body, Morgan pulled Cathan into his arms, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, their tongue’s warring for dominance, Morgan moaning as he took control, snaking his tongue with his lover’s caressing the tender flesh as he clasped the back of his head gently, threading his fingers through his lover’s thick hair. Wrapping his other arm around Cathan’s waist he pulled his lover’s lithe form against his own battle hardened one, breaking the kiss to nip heatedly along his lover’s jaw line. Although his lover was not a small man, Morgan lifted him with ease, carrying him to the bed where he deposited his lover quickly cover him with his own body.

Quickly capturing his lover’s bottom lip, Cathan sucked and bit the tender flesh, his hands roaming over Morgan’s chest, teasing past the nipples lightly drawing a gasp from his lover, Morgan’s arousal butting against his hip persistently. Releasing his lover’s lip he pushed Morgan over, growling softly as he latched onto his throat. Nipping his way along his lover’s chest he soothed each stinging bite with his tongue. Lapping at his lover’s nipple, he drew the small bud into his mouth sucking lightly; grinning around the tiny flesh at his lover’s hitching breath. See sawing the bud between his teeth, he went to the other nipple giving the neglected bud the same treatment, shivering at the moans pouring from his lover.

“Cathan, oh fuck lover!” Morgan moaned threading his fingers through his lover’s hair, holding his lover to him their time alone unfortunately brief. In a way, Morgan’s upcoming nuptials would actually free them. Taking that thought to heart, he gave over to his lover’s rare dominant streak, knowing when the time was right he’d take them both to the heavens.

Dipping his tongue into his lover’s navel he moaned softly as he looked up watching as his lover visibly relaxed under his attentions. Smiling, Cathan slid his fingers along his lover’s body, ghosting past his lover’s weeping cock, his own straining against the bed as he tormented them both with the slow seduction. Biting his lover’s hip lightly he slid his tongue along the silken skin, drawing ever closer to his goal, his tongue finally reaching the base of his lover’s shaft. Grazing his tongue down to the head he flicked his tongue along the eye, a smile coming to his lips as he heard his lover’s soft moan. Continuing to lavish the slit he moaned softly at the familiar taste of his lover’s essence, finally giving into his lover’s fervent tugs on his hair as he wrapped his lips around, sucking lightly on his lover’s throbbing member. Gradually he took all of his lover’s shaft sucking hard as he swallowed rapidly, Morgan’s hands tightening in his hair as he was pulled closer and closer to that blissful edge.

With much regret he slid his mouth from his lover’s shaft, giving the head a passing lick as he slid up his lover’s body. Kissing him hard, he rubbed his needy cock against his lover’s, whimpering softly, as Morgan slid his oil slicked fingers along his lover’s entrance, “Prepared as u-usual my love.” He whispered with a small laugh as he pressed himself against his lover’s finger.

Nipping at his lover’s jaw, Morgan chuckled softly, “It’s a little cold I see.” He whispered quietly, “Next time I must have it warmed properly.” Sliding his finger along the tiny pucker he gently pressed against it, pushing his finger into his lover’s back passage, receiving a pleased groan from his lover.

Pushing back to drive the finger further, Cathan nodded as he bit his lover’s shoulder lightly, “That’s all right lover, ooooooooh it . . . feels just perfect.” He whimpered as he his lover removed his finger only to add a second, gently scissoring them as he prepared Cathan. “Fuck Morgan, if you don’t hurry…” he whispered his hips thrusting harder, their shafts brushing together with each pass.

“You’ll what, mmmmmmmm my love . . . compose a nasty ballad about unsatisfying lovers” Morgan joked, kissing Cathan lightly gradually deepening with a long moan.

Breaking the kiss, Cathan laughed, shaking his head, “N-no… I’ll just come all over you, and then where would you be?” he whispered, green eyes flashing with a heated mixture of passion and mirth. Yelping softly, he suddenly found himself on his back, his lover growling above him. Arching back he groaned as Morgan’s thick fingers were slid from him. Wrapping his legs around his lover’s waist he looked into Morgan’s haunting blue eyes as he rubbed his pucker against the head of his lover’s shaft, tauntingly, digging his blunt fingers nails into Morgan’s back as he was filled in one smooth stroke.

Grinning down at his lover, Morgan slowly slid back, gently grazing Cathan’s sweet spot, moaning loudly as his lover’s muscles clamped around him tightly. “I see I can still get that reaction from you…” he moaned, kissing his lover hard as he deepened in thrusts.

“Fuck, Lover! You’ll always get that Ooooooooooh… reaction.” Cathan moaned pleasure surging through his veins with every thrust of his lover’s thick shaft into his passage. Reaching between them he wrapped his fingers around his throbbing shaft, stroking himself in time, his orgasm teasing him from the edges. Clamping tightly around Morgan’s shaft he groaned happily as he felt every thick inch slide into him. With his other hand he pulled Morgan closer, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, throwing his head back as sudden pleasure exploded through him, his seed spilling from him across his hand and abs in heated streams.

Groaning into his lover’s mouth as he felt Cathan come, Morgan sped his thrusts following his lover over that blissful edge, biting his lover’s shoulder as he came, muffling his scream as his seed erupted coating his lover’s back passage. Sliding from Cathan’s body, he rolled over on the bed, drawing his lover closer, kissing him on the temple, pleasure still running thickly through his veins, “You are the only reason I’ve ever been happy here my love.” He whispered softly, rubbing Cathan’s back lightly.

Humming pleasantly as the bolts of pleasure faded in him, Cathan looked up, smiling at his lover, “I love you too Morgan, now get some rest. You have a long day on the morrow; you must be refreshed for your wife’s arrival.” He said softly, as he stood. Kissing his lover gently, he smiled, “I’ll see you then my love, and I must compose something for the nuptials.” He whispered as he gathered his cloak from the floor. Wrapping the heavy material around his shoulders he took a second entrance off the bedchamber, heading to his room, before he fell to the age old temptation to be with his lover through the night.