Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 18.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #18. A message from your father.

Author: Darkling Willow

Pairing: Non.

Rating: NC - 17
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Summary: Leyjen learns something new, and reveals some information that might prove dangerous.

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Chapter 18. A message from your father.


Amraeen was pacing back and forth at the edge of the forest when Leyjen slipped out of the Garden Gate, the bell tolling midnight.
Running across the road Leyjen jumped into Amraeen’s embrace and crashed his lips into the Vampyr’s cold lips.
Amraeen gave him a moment, then pushed him off, demanding,

“What is that for? Stop being so silly, and let’s go, I’m starving.”

“You really do love me.” Leyjen whispered, and pressed his whole body against Amraeen’s.

The Vampyr stared down at him, the silence between them uncomfortable, Amraeen finally turned away and started walking into the woods,
“We need to be quick. I need to talk to you. I have a messege from your father. I’ve been expecting you for five weeks now. Where have you been?”

Leyjen ran up beside him, reaching out for Amraeen’s hand, but the Vampyr pulled away from him.

“I almost got caught when I went back on Beltane night. I’ve been watched since. And Polinues has needed me. He wanted to see his scars, so I let him, and he’s been in bad form since. His parents can’t even look at him, unless he has his face covered. It’s the same with almost everyone else at the Temples.”

Amraeen nodded, gliding through the forest with graceful ease, Leyjen clamped his lips together.
He knew that look on Amraeen’s face, it meant shut up and get moving.

They climbed a small rise, deep in the south eastern part of the forest, and Amraeen sank down on his haunches at the top, peering down through the foliage.
Leyjen fell silently to his knees, and leaned forwards on his arms, fingers gripping a fallen tree infront of him.

Amraeen dug his fingers into the bark of the tree next to him, his eyes running slowly over the lithe muscles rippling under Leyjen’s golden skin.
The boy was growing up so fast that it amazed him, intrigued him and thrilled him in all the right ways.
Soon, far too soon Amraeen thought, the boy wouldn’t be a boy any longer, but a young man.

“I sent two tinkers down the old highway last night. I’m hoping they are good and lost now. If they are, we should find them around here somewhere.” Amraeen spoke low, admiring the curve of Leyjen’s back.

Leyjen looked at him seductively over his shoulder, arching his back further, and with a smirk asked,
“Do you mean those two, down there? They look good and lost to me.”

Amraeen tore his eyes away from the teen and clearing his throat looked over the edge of the hill.

“Yeah. That’s them. Which one do you want?”

Leyjen tugged at the left corner of his bottom lip with his front teeth, eyeing the two men below them.

The men looked to be father and son.
The son was halfway between Leyjen and Amraeen in age, the father in his late fourties, both tall and fair haired, and dressed in long dark coats, with standing band collars.
They had parked their caravan on the side of the old overgrown highway, an old worn out draught horse grasing beside it, the two men preparing to cook dinner over a campfire, talking together in a dialect used in the far south of the country.

Leyjen stared down at them, licking his lips slowly, he sniffed at the air, and frowned.
“They smell almost the same. Can I have the younger one? Because I got the older one last time.”

“Oh, really? As I recall it, you got both the younger one, and the older one, while I got stuck with the girl. But yes. You can have the younger one if you want him more.”

“It’s not that I want him more. I just like younger blood better. It tastes fresher somehow.”

“I said you can have him. Let’s attack them together though. Like I said we must hurry.”

Leyjen nodded, and silently they slid down the hillside, towards the pair.

Amraeen rushed the older man as he came out of the caravan, gripping his shoulders tightly, canines sinking into his jugular in a flash of movement.
The man grunted, more from the force of the attack than fear, and groped at his chest, pulling a large gold medallion from underneath his coat.

With a hiss Amraeen fell back, as the gleaming metal touched his chest, yelling out,
“They’re GoldenMagi!” as a loud boom shook the trees around them, and Leyjen went flying backwards from the younger man.

Leyjen leaned forward, as he ran down the slope, aiming for the younger man who was dropping potatoes and beets into the steaming water.
The younger man caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, and stood up quickly.
Leyjen was moving too fast to stop in time, as the younger man spoke quickly a few words of magick and thrust his arms out from his chest, palms facing forwards.

Leyjen’s breath rushed out of him, as he got kicked in the chest by an invisible force, Amraeen yelling out to him, as his feet left the ground and he flew back, some ten paces.
“I’ve noticed!” Leyjen screamed back in anger, as Amraeen renewed his attack on the older man, Leyjen jumped to his feet, facing his opponent.

With a smirk, the young man pulled a large golden medallion from under his coat, and planted his feet firmly, raising his hands to cast another spell.

Leyjen yelled out, the words of magick flowing in an enchanting stream,
“Ayima Peaalima Tormetura!” Leyjen screamed, thrusting his arms towards the young mage, fingers splayed, hooked like claws.

The young mage faltered in his counter spell, and as Leyjen advanced on him, he screamed in agony.

Amraeen drank deeply, and quickly, anger seething in him.
There were few things in the world that he hated more than the GoldenMagi.
Sinking down to his knees he drained the mage, then let the body slip from his arms as he stared in horrified admiration at his lover advancing on the younger mage.
The spell Leyjen was using was frowned upon in polite circles of the Magi, because it incapacitated the victim, inflicting extreme pain.

The younger mage sank to his knees, then fell to the ground, writhing in agony, as Leyjen advanced one slow step at a time, chanting those three words over and over, the tone intensifying with every repetition, his fingers stretching in the air, his anger radiating from his body in waves.

Leyjen felt pleasure pour through his body, the exhiliration of the magick rushing in his blood, letting it take over his being, until he was standing over the young mage. Leyjen stopped his chanting, his amber eyes gleaming with hatred, the young man lay twitching on the ground, his eyes staring vacantly into the skies, his mind broken. Leyjen smiled wickedly and with a growl fell to his knees, tearing open the mage’s jugular.

Amraeen came up behind his lover, sinking to his knees behind the feeding teen, and ran his hands over the bare back.
Leyjen fell forwards over his dying victim, relishing the heat of Amraeen on his back, the Vampyr following his movement, raining soft bites down his spine, deft fingers pulling at the laces of his highwaisted linen trousers.
Both moaned as Amraeen slipped the uncoloured linen down over Leyjen’s ass, pushing Leyjen forwards over the fading mage, and licking slowly over one cheek to the cleft.

Leyjen let go of his victim, the last breath rattling in the mage’s chest, but he was unable to move, unable to resist the tongue pressing against his entrance.

“No. Amraeen. Not like this, please. Not here.” He moaned with extreme effort, fingers clawing into the dirt of the road.
Amraeen pulled him off the body by his hair, and gripping the front of the mage’s robes with one hand, tossed the body to the side.
It struck the side of the caravan with a sickening thud, but neither one of them cared.

The taste of opium was almost as strong between his round cheeks as it was of his blood, Amraeen moaned loudly as he ran his tongue in circles around the twitcing pucker. Leyjen arched his back, pressing back against the warm tongue, his head resting on his arms, his fingers digging into the dirt of the road.
Amraeen tore open his trousers, pulling hard on Leyjen’s hair as he pressed the blunt head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle.
Leyjen cried out, halfway between pain and pleasure, Amraeen sinking in to the roots in one slow plunge.

Both panted heavily, Amraeen pulled out slowly, then thrust in hard, Leyjen arching his back, moaning for more.
Pulling Leyjen up by his hair, Amraeen wrapped an arm around his chest, and plowed into the tight heat mercilessly.
Leyjen reached his arms over his head, and tangled his fingers in Amraeen’s blonde tresses, arching his back to let Amraeen in deeper, crying out with every thrust.

Far too quickly Leyjen came with a bone jarring shudder, Amraeen pushing him down onto his elbows again, and dug his fingers into Leyjen’s hips.
Leyjen’s voice broke over his name, as Amraeen slammed into him, hard and frantic for long minutes.
Leyjen cried out in pain, searing fire exploding across his shoulder when Amraeen’s canines tore through the skin, and a warmth filled his gut, Amraeen’s shaking hips grinding slowly against his backside.

The teen slid forwards into the road, Amraeen falling ontop of him with a satisfied moan, and he swallowed.
Leyjen felt Amraeen shudder ontop of him, an unplesant sort of a shudder, and both of them screamed in pain when Amraeen tore his lips away from the warm skin.
With a whimper Amraeen rolled off the teen, and clutched at his chest, Leyjen grimacing when Amraeen’s cock slid out of his abused hole.

“Amraeen? What’s wrong? What’s happening?” Leyjen asked, pulling his trousers up as he crawled over to the Vampyr.

“Your blood! I swallowed…” Amraeen moaned, the veins in his neck standing out, his face twisted into a mask of pain.

Leyjen grabbed the back of Amraeen’s neck without thinking, and sank his teeth into Amraeen’s jugular.
The warm blood pooled in his mouth, and he swallowed, only once, pressing his tongue against the wound, licking it slowly to close it.

Amraeen clawed at Leyjen’s back, moaning something intelligable.
Leyjen felt like something had exploded in his gut, an intense heat radiating from his middle, his vision dimming for a few moments, his head spinning, and he fell down on his side beside the Vampyr.

Amraeen gasped a few times before he got his breathing back under control, Leyjen groaning beside him.

“What the fuck just happened?” Leyjen asked, rubbing his eyes to clear his head.

“That is what happens when you drink the blood of a Vampyr. The older the Vampyr the stronger the effect. I don’t rightly know why it happens though, so there’s no use asking.”

“But you? What about you? Why did drinking my blood hurt you?”

“It didn’t. From what I have gathered, it feels similar to what you experienced. Like an explosion of intense heat, spreading through your body, vision dimming, head spinning. Yeah, that’s what it feels like to me.”

“How do you know that?”

Amraeen groaned, rising to his feet and tucking himself in, a faint flush staining his cheeks.

Leyjen jumped up as Amraeen walked away from him, pulling his trousers up, hastily wrapping the long laces around his waist as he stumbled after the Vampyr.

“Amraeen?! What is it? How do you know?”

Amraeen pointedly ignored him, picking up the crumpled body of the young mage, tossing it into the caravan, leaving Leyjen to battle with the laces of his trousers. Leyjen stumbled after him, while Amraeen tossed the father’s body into the caravan as well, then turned to the campfire that still burned happily by the side of the road.

Finally Leyjen managed to tie off the laces, and jumping infront of Amraeen he demanded,
“Stop! Tell me! Talk to me. How did you know?”

Amraeen avoided making eye contact with him, gently pushing his hands away, as he answered,
“I don’t like speaking of my time with your father, to you.”

“Oh.” Leyjen breathed, but blocked Amraeen’s way, when the Vampyr tried to pass him, and pressing his body flush against Amraeen’s, demanded,
“But I’m not my father! Tell me.”

Amraeen groaned in irritation, but bent his head down to ghost his lips over Leyjen’s naked shoulder, whispered into his ear,
“That’s exactly why. You are not your father, but you are still his son. I don’t like to remind you…”

“Oh, just spill it, Amraeen!”

“Fine! We were living in Irienja. The town was under the Baron’s Clan’s court, and your father wanted me to infiltrate the court. He suspected the Vampyr were up to something, so he thought this would be the simplest way to spy on them. Oh, Hell, this is not the time for a history lesson. He disguised himself as my human pet, and as a part of the illusion, I had to bite him. I foolishly swallowed his blood. The effects were a thousand times stronger than what your blood did. But your father told me that this happens. I can’t explain it any better.”

“But what are the effects, exactly? All I could feel was this strange heat and my head swimming for a bit.”

Amraeen stared back at him for a moment before he answered,
“Really? You don’t feel your senses hightened? Your bloodlust stronger?”

Leyjen shook his head, silently watching Amraeen as the Vampyr set the caravan on fire, chased off the horse and kicked down the tripod over the fire.


Amraeen stalked on up the hill, leaving Leyjen to catch up, and the teen followed him close behind through the forest, until Amraeen stopped in a glade less than half a mile from the Temples.
Leyjen was winded, Amraeen had never slowed down to let him catch up, and seeing his face Leyjen realized that Amraeen was angry.
Amraeen paced back and forth in the glade as Leyjen came jogging out of the forest, and looking up he felt the effects of the teen’s blood hammering in his chest.

The colours of the boy were sharp, deeply contrasted against the dark backdrop of the dim night, the scent stronger than he had ever smelled him, and Amraeen could hear the soft beat of his heart in Leyjen’s muscular chest.
His blood hammered his groin, his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers, and Amraeen tackled the teen face first to the ground without a word.

Leyjen cried out as Amraeen tore through the linen trousers, exposing his backside, ramming his cock inside without any preperation. Amraeen’s thrusts were wild, as he plowed into the tight heat, Leyjen crying into the soft moss.
Amraeen arched his back, howling at the moonless sky as he came in long hot spurts into Leyjen, the teen shivering under him.

As soon as Amraeen let go of his hair, Leyjen rolled around and kicked the Vampyr in the stomach.

“You fucking bastard!” Leyjen choked on his tears, ashamed that his own cock was thudding painfully under his tattered trousers.

Amraeen smiled a wicked smile, pouncing on Leyjen again, he forced the teen down on his back, and nibbled at his taut abdomen.
Leyjen struggled to push him off, but his protests were feeble, the back of his head slammed into the ground, as Amraeen’s lips wrapped around the head of his cock, and Leyjen sank in to the roots.

Leyjen squirmed on the ground, mewling softly, as Amraeen sucked him to orgasm in the matter of a few mintues.
Amraeen crawled over him, and smiled devilishly, kissing Leyjen deeply, the taste of opium making Leyjen moan wantonly.

The Vampyr sank down beside him, and brushed stray strands of hair from his face,
“Your father told me to deliver a messege to you.” He said quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment, but he knew he had to.

Leyjen quickly sat up, and tucked his cock into the torn trousers, before he looked up expectanly.

Amraeen stood up, doing up his trousers, and turned his back to the teen, as he spoke,
“The Vampyr know something. They might come for you or Polinues. You have to be ready for them. If they come for you, you must protect Polinues with everything you have. Also, if they come for you, you must give your name as Leyjen Emathran, not as Shaoir.”

“But that is my mother’s name.”

“I know. But the Vampyr know the name of Shaoir. You cannot tell them your true name. Use Emathran. Your father’s orders.”

“They already know my name.” Leyjen spoke so low, Amraeen could hardly hear him.

The Vampyr spun around so quickly he nearly lost his balance, falling to his knees infront of the kneeling Leyjen, he shook the boy, yelling into his face,
“What do you mean they already know!?”

Leyjen whimpered, but his amber eyes did not waver from Amraeen’s eyes,
“I was almost eleven. One of my mentors had some business in town, and he took me and another novice to help him. We were only supposed to be there for a few hours, but my mentor was fond of his host’s provisions, if you take my meaning, and we stayed far past sundown. I was sitting outside, when this woman approached me. She was walking down the street and stopped by the fence to speak with me. She said her name was Lady El Chorez, and that she was a visiting noblewoman from a foreign country. She told me I had pretty eyes and then asked me a lot of questions. She was most interested in my name, my Lord’s name and the fact that he had just had two sons, born on the same night. She caught me so off guard that I told her almost everything she asked me. When she asked if my father was Lyarnan Shaoir, I told her no, though. I made something up about him being my uncle, but I don’t know if she believed me.”

Amraeen stared into the amber eyes, his mouth hanging open.

When Leyjen stopped to catch his breath, Amraeen rose slowly to his feet, and ran his fingers through his hair.
“That at least was wise. Your father had two brothers, besides Narnayl. It may be that she believed you. There is more?”

Amraeen choked as Leyjen looked down, nodding his head slowly,
“Yes. When she bid me good bye, she kissed me on my forehead. She gave me a little pin from her vest, but I threw it away, because it made my skin crawl, whenever I held it. I met her a few more times in the following moons, and she made me swear to her that I would be her faithful servant. A year after our first meeting, she came to me in my dreams, and demanded answers. I got a horrible fever that night, and it didn’t break until two days later. During my delirium I felt as if I was being interrogated, and when they discovered Polinues’ name, they made me swear that I would kill him. I swore to them I would. I haven’t felt her again since, but the day after the fever broke I was given this, and told to never remove it. It may be only hogwash, but as long as I’ve worn it that woman has not found me in my dreams.”
Leyjen slowly raised his left arm, and Amraeen noticed for the first time a thin oxblood leather lace adorned with a circular charm, among the three leather braclets that Leyjen wore.

“Perhaps she has not found you herself, but her spies have found you! By the Wraith, Leyjen! It is good that you threw the pin away, because it was most likely a homing pin. As for the interrogation in your dream, she was calling you into her service. Don’t ever take that bracelet off, it is a warding talisman. It hides you from Vampyr and Vampires alike.”

“What do you mean, her spies have found me?”

“The Foreigner! He was a Vampire. He was marked with the sigil of the Viscount Clan, and Lady Aanya El Chorez is the LordViscount. She knew you were here, and she knew that someday you would have to exit the compound. The Foreigner waited for you to make a mistake. And he nearly got you, Leyjen. From now on, you must avoid leaving the compound as much as you can. Ask whoever gave you that talisman to give you another one for Polinues. Guard him with everything you have. And if anyone asks you your name outside of the compound give it as Emathran. The Vampyr do not know your mother, so they will not recognize the name. Now, leave. Go. I need to report this to your father.”

Leyjen knelt in silence on the soft moss, the breeze whispering through the trees, and Amraeen was gone.

Drying his tears, Leyjen rose to his feet, pain radiating through his backside, and walked the half a mile to the Temples.
Sinking down on his bed, after changing out of his ruined trousers, he cried himself to sleep.


Leyjen jerked awake with a cry, a small grey eye staring at him with curiosity, from the small face resting on the edge of his bed.

“What are you dreaming about that makes you make such nice sounds?” Polinues asked innocently, Leyjen grabbing at the covers to try and hide his straining erection underneath.

”Uhm, nothing special. What are you doing here, Polinues?” Leyjen hiccuped, and rolled over on his side.

The little boy climbed into the bed uninvited, and snuggled under the blanket he had brought with him, ontop of Leyjen’s covers.

“I had a bad dream.”
Was the simple answer, and looking over his shoulder, Leyjen realized it couldn’t be more than an hour since he got back from the hunt, the western skies weren’t even light yet.

“Don’t worry, bed bug. I’ll watch over you. Now go to sleep.” Leyjen whispered into the soft brown hair, Polinues already snoring slighly, his head pillowed on Leyjen’s arm.
Leyjen wrapped his arm around the tiny chest, and pulled the boy close, falling asleep with the tingling scent of the Roganwood in his nose.