Little One 2

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The walk to the royal chambers was not nearly as pleasant this time as it had been in times past. His sword clinked against his side, and to Camion, its soft metallic sounds were reassuring.

He wore it because he was being summoned officially, not by Kateri as her friend and lover, but by her first husband Surin as Kateri’s guard and general.

When he reached the door he couldn’t help but feel trepidation. They had had an agreement, he and her husbands.

They knew Kateri found physical comfort in the arms of her general, and he knew that somewhere inside that rankled with the two men.

Once past the threshold, he bowed low to the dark haired man standing next to the desk, not checking to see if it was Cale or Surin; it didn’t matter, they had a meeting like this each time the two men left for any lengthy period of time. He had stopped right next to the wall beside the door, waiting on the Emperor to speak.

“Rise,” Surin’s voice carried an air of disinterest, but Camion knew he felt otherwise. Standing tall before the man who shared his Kateri’s affection, Camion couldn’t help but notice how unnaturally cheerful the Emperor looked.

“Lord Camion, a pleasure,” he voice purred on the word, “as always. I trust that while we were away Kateri’s safety was properly seen to? As well as any other,” a pause, before he finished in a tense voice, “needs.”

Camion stood his ground, unwilling to move and show fear to Kateri’s husband. Surin stood half a foot below him, yet his presence overpowered Camion every time. Dark blue eyes were fixed resolutely on Camion’s; the strength of his gaze kept Camion from looking down to meet his eyes. Instead he stared forward, clear over Surin’s head.

But the fact that the smaller man had approached and was standing near enough that their chests brushed against each other disturbed Camion.

“I also trust you took care of her in that sense as adeptly as I know you can.”

Somewhere during his comment, Surin had reached between them and grasped Camion’s length firmly in his right hand.

Camion tensed, he had definitely not expected that. The hand on his member began moving, but as a good soldier should, he kept his gaze fixed on the wall opposite him. His restraint failed him a second later when he hardened under the hand expertly teasing him. A groan reverberated in his throat, and his face scrunched in the embarrassment of being turned on by being caressed by another man, much less his lover’s husband.

When he dared open his eyes, Surin was watching him. The look in the smaller man’s eyes was surprising; his expression was one of intrigue at Camion’s reaction, lust, and somewhere under that resentment.

“Please stop,” his voice was choked, harsh sounding to his ears.

“I think not,” came Surin’s response.

“What do you want from me?” Camion asked. His back was pressed against the wall, and even if it hadn’t been, his
stubborn pride would not let him back down from Surin, he would show no cowardice.

“I want you, and I want you on the bed now.”

His expression, Camion was sure, was intimidating enough in its angry indignation to make a lesser man quiver in fear, but the Emperor maintained his position unmoved.

Somehow Camion knew he wasn’t escaping this, the cold look that had descended over Surin’s eyes told him so.

With as much dignity as he could manage, Camion walked out from his place before Surin to the bed. He sat, facing again the smaller man. When Surin turned to meet his glare, his eyes had softened, lust reigning over the other emotions.

“Take off your clothes… and your sword.”

Camion complied silently. When he looked up he saw Surin’s half naked form. He had stripped off his shirt, exposing a lean, fit body with firm muscles moving under bleach white skin. Camion couldn’t help but notice how much more muscled the smaller man was than the last time they had seen each other. Not that he was in the practice of seeing the Emperor naked, but he remembered how much leaner he had been before he left for the war.
Camion had been a general for years, but now he mostly acted as a tactical advisor. Surin, on the other hand as Emperor, had chosen to lead the troops himself.

When Surin’s hands fell on his waist band, Camion wanted to look away but found himself unable.

Diagonal lines led down from his hips to direct the eye to his manhood. At the sight, Camion froze. He had never expected the smaller man to rival him for size.

When his pants were kicked out from where they pooled at his feet, Surin turned his attention to the larger man on the bed.

The slave girl Jess was cute, little, harmless. Marcia before her had been soft and sweet, a pushover. Rene was… well, he was a slave. He obeyed his mistress; his actions were in her hands. Overall, none of them were threats.

He had never thought of himself as a jealous man; in their earlier days of marriage he and Kateri had made an agreement that either could find attention in another’s arms. Surin had charmed dozens of court ladies into his bed, taken a dozen or more slaves to bed regularly, even his own brother shared his bed. At first, Kateri was more selective. She had kept to her harem of slaves and one or two friends she could trust to be discreet. Then Camion had been promoted and she took his into her bed and arms again and again. Never once did she bar Surin from her bed; the young couple, despite all other affairs, still found time for each other.

Surin hadn’t cared. Camion was handsome, and he had some love for Kateri; he wouldn’t hurt her. Surin felt safe in that fact. But when duty called and he abandoned the comfort of the palace and his wife, spending his days and nights surrounded by angry, violent, depressed, half crazed men and women who served in the army, he began to think of his wife and her general.

Would Camion be able to steal Kateri’s love while he was away?

Last night had been proof enough that nothing had changed between he and Kateri, but the nagging feeling that Camion had some special place in her heart still stuck in his mind.

Before the anger of his thoughts boiled over, Surin looked to his target and strode forward to the bed.

Camion cupped his hand over his manhood before Surin came to close. He was damn sure what the smaller man intended, but like hell was he going to sit back and let it happen without a fight. Whatever spurred this action by the Emperor was also behind the look heated by anger and lust.

Surin’s hands settled on Camion’s shoulders. Pressure there lowered the general back onto the bed, though his one hand still covered himself. Noticing Camion’s show of shyness, Surin pulled the hand away and replaced it with his own.

The brunette looked up from his position on the bed, abs bunching nicely as he strained to move. Surin’s left hand on his chest stopped him.

While preferring women, Surin had a pretty good handle of how to please a man, which he demonstrated on Camion’s rapidly hardening length. It had grown soft while the two men had undressed, but firm, slow strokes brought him back to full attention.

Embaressed by his body’s swift reaction to the hand stoking it, Camion turned his head away, a telltale blush spreading. He hated feeling weak or overpowered, and here he was submitting to another man.

The hand left his chest and the black haired man sucked three fingers into his mouth before lowering them between Camion’s legs. He forced the general’s muscled and toned legs apart and sought out the tight ring of muscle nestled in the firm globes of Camion’s ass.

When the cool, saliva slicked fingers caressed him there, Camion jerked up into Surin’s hand to escape the prying. He hissed his displeasure at the smaller man, but Surin was unfazed. Camion remained because he was a soldier, because he had been ordered there. It was the only power Surin had always held over him, but now he had something else. Surin was determined to take Camion, because if he could dominate him, possess him, then Camion would not be a threat; he would be in Surin’s control, and that thought calmed the savage anger within him.

“You are mine.”

Camion wasn’t sure he heard the whispered claim. One finger had wriggled its way into his ass and he grimaced at the stretching sensation.

A second finger joined the first, scissoring apart to prepare him; finally there was a third thrusting shallowly. The hand left his member to spread his legs further apart. Surin, from where he stood, removed his fingers to position Camion’s hips. He could see the blatant hate on the face of the man below him, but he no longer cared. After this he could rest assured. The tip of his cock teased Camion’s entrance as his right hand returned to pump at Camion’s recently neglected length.

The first thrust was slow, Surin easing in despite Camion’s growling protests and hateful glare.
Camion, no longer able to watch with eyes open as the black haired man began to pound into him, closed his pale blue eyes and fisted his hand in the sheet beneath him.

“You are mine.”

When he fought, his hands were pinned down; when he jerked his hips to dislodge the other man, Surin thrust harder. Searing pain was lancing up his backside, but, as a testament to the man’s prowness as a lover of both men and woman, he felt no tearing, no lasting damage.

“You are mine.”

Surin wasn’t trying to take his time, but it seemed to last forever.

In a simple white flash behind his eyes, Camion came into the still pumping hand around his cock. Heat spread within him, and he knew Surin too had come. He fell forward and rested there for a moment, their hair tangling together in a mix of black and dark brown, dark blue eyes met pale ones that had finally lifted up to meet his gaze.

Without a further word, the Emperor pulled out and turned to the passage that led to the bathroom. Camion lay there, temporarily shocked by what had transpired. His hand fell across his stomach and found with disgust it had landed in the white substance spread across his abdomen. He sat up and followed Surin’s path to the bathroom.

Fortunately, Surin was already headed out. When they passed he shot Camion an odd look, but the heated anger had disappeared. It had transferred instead, to Camion’s, his eyes had grown paler in his rage.

In his eyes he had fulfilled his duty to his Emperor, and so he pushed past him into the bathroom.

When he reemerged, the bedroom was empty, the sheets replaced, and the lights dim. He left quickly without a second thought.

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KaS