The Captain's Vow
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,847
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO
Declaration
A full set of days passed, during which time Silvanos didn't set foot outside the master's chambers. The new master’s chambers.
Through cowardice, Zyon lost his hold on Kurston Keep. Upon word his other castles had fallen, he'd gathered his wife, daughters, and two prize hounds, leaving orders for his men to defend to the last. Silvanos, knowing Zyon would want to take him, had hidden until his 'guardian' suffered the press of time.
Gazing out the window, he watched the activity in the bailey through a mist of cool rain. Occasionally, the wind would shift and the dampness would blow into the solarium. It smelled clean and new. A week under another man's command already seemed to remove the stench of corruption and self-indulgence.
After the first night’s celebratory debauchery, Sir Rennar brought his men to order, establishing work details, larger patrols and setting soldiers to oversee the repair and improvement of the damaged fortifications. With remarkable swiftness, order returned and an odd harmony settled over the castle.
Silvanos experienced a sharp pang of reaction recognizing his protector’s form. The man’s bold stride ate up ground as he crossed the bailey. Women had never interested him sexually, despite his great enjoyment of their company and appreciation of their beauty and spirit. Unfortunately, his only experiences with other males transpired amid mild to not-so kind coercion or force.
He had caught himself intermittently smelling his keeper’s clothing and bedding. It held a mouth-watering mix of clean, healthy, virile male, the tang of good leather and something spicy. Most likely the soap he washed with.
Silvanos and the battle page, Wilym, slept on luxuriously padded pallets in the solarium.
Sir Rennar slept in the large lord’s bed: alone, quiet. What’s more, for only a few hours at a time. The man slumbered light enough a change of wind had him on his feet, reassuring himself all remained well.
It fascinated Silvanos how little the active, very large man slumbered. He seemed to possess preternatural stamina. He watched Sir Rennar, thinking how the man’s intimidating appearance belied the solid, honorable core beneath. Close-cropped black hair, swarthy skin, bright brown, tip-tilted eyes, strong features that included an implacable jaw and an innate aura of power marked him as a man to be reckoned with.
Silvanos sighed. Then, determination filled him. He could continue with this treasured and protected ward role, or seduce this man he truly wanted.
The rain picked up in intensity and thunder rumbled.
He smiled to himself and closed the shutters.
Following the evening meal’s delivery, Silvanos bathed and dressed in his finer raiment. His sire had not sent funds for a wardrobe expansion in months. Since then, Silvanos had grown a great deal. He knew his breeches and tunic would snug close to his body. He also knew his own beauty.
He wanted Sir Rennar, scars and remote politeness aside.
Silvanos descended the stairs to the common hall. Just as he placed his booted foot on the bottom step, one of the men from that first horrible night stepped close.
“He’s kept you under guard.” The man’s deep voice held a pleasing lilt.
All the same, Silvanos recoiled. The man’s handsome, almost pretty face seemed an embodiment of all things brutal and unpleasant. “Your pardon, sir. Let me pass.”
The big man gripped his upper arm in a vise of a grip. Bringing his face close, he hissed, “You’d do well to accept me as your master, boy.” His breath wafted over Silvanos’ face, smelling sweet. “Otherwise, I shall catch you beyond the safety of High and Mighty Sir Rennar, and rape you until you bleed out.”
Silvanos jerked free. “Appreciation for the warning.” He had barely taken another handful of steps when Sir Rennar grasped his arm and whisked him behind an alcove curtain. “Sir?”
Smelling more delicious than anyone should, Sir Rennar shot back, ”What in all the Gods and Goddesses’ names are you doing?”
“I decided to come down for the evening meal.” Silvanos caught his gaze snagging on the other man’s mouth. Wide, lush and enticing, it gave him many thoughts.
Sir Rennar rumbled, “I can’t have you down here.”
Silvanos almost smiled. “Why?”
“Because you … you.” Sir Rennar swallowed, the muscles of his strong throat working. “It is your value, young Arelia.”
“Then take me back to our chambers.”
Sir Rennar’s head averted quickly. He fixed his gaze upon the wall. “I have extended kindness to you. Reward me with obedience.”
Silvanos regarded the rough beauty of the other man’s face as he weighed the recklessness of his personal campaign. “You know my worth. Return me to the place where we rest.” Studying the other man’s reaction, Silvanos added the condition.
A harsh growl, then Sir Rennar said, “You can make the journey alone.”
Grinning inwardly, he replied, “I would rather find validation in your indulgence.”
The big, dark man snarled. He stalked about in thwarted vexation. Their exchange took place behind a curtained alcove. Thus insuring privacy.
Sir Rennar turned to him and rumbled. “Why place me in this position, young Arelia?”
Silvanos smiled, secure in his safety, “Because I want you.”
Declaration
A full set of days passed, during which time Silvanos didn't set foot outside the master's chambers. The new master’s chambers.
Through cowardice, Zyon lost his hold on Kurston Keep. Upon word his other castles had fallen, he'd gathered his wife, daughters, and two prize hounds, leaving orders for his men to defend to the last. Silvanos, knowing Zyon would want to take him, had hidden until his 'guardian' suffered the press of time.
Gazing out the window, he watched the activity in the bailey through a mist of cool rain. Occasionally, the wind would shift and the dampness would blow into the solarium. It smelled clean and new. A week under another man's command already seemed to remove the stench of corruption and self-indulgence.
After the first night’s celebratory debauchery, Sir Rennar brought his men to order, establishing work details, larger patrols and setting soldiers to oversee the repair and improvement of the damaged fortifications. With remarkable swiftness, order returned and an odd harmony settled over the castle.
Silvanos experienced a sharp pang of reaction recognizing his protector’s form. The man’s bold stride ate up ground as he crossed the bailey. Women had never interested him sexually, despite his great enjoyment of their company and appreciation of their beauty and spirit. Unfortunately, his only experiences with other males transpired amid mild to not-so kind coercion or force.
He had caught himself intermittently smelling his keeper’s clothing and bedding. It held a mouth-watering mix of clean, healthy, virile male, the tang of good leather and something spicy. Most likely the soap he washed with.
Silvanos and the battle page, Wilym, slept on luxuriously padded pallets in the solarium.
Sir Rennar slept in the large lord’s bed: alone, quiet. What’s more, for only a few hours at a time. The man slumbered light enough a change of wind had him on his feet, reassuring himself all remained well.
It fascinated Silvanos how little the active, very large man slumbered. He seemed to possess preternatural stamina. He watched Sir Rennar, thinking how the man’s intimidating appearance belied the solid, honorable core beneath. Close-cropped black hair, swarthy skin, bright brown, tip-tilted eyes, strong features that included an implacable jaw and an innate aura of power marked him as a man to be reckoned with.
Silvanos sighed. Then, determination filled him. He could continue with this treasured and protected ward role, or seduce this man he truly wanted.
The rain picked up in intensity and thunder rumbled.
He smiled to himself and closed the shutters.
Following the evening meal’s delivery, Silvanos bathed and dressed in his finer raiment. His sire had not sent funds for a wardrobe expansion in months. Since then, Silvanos had grown a great deal. He knew his breeches and tunic would snug close to his body. He also knew his own beauty.
He wanted Sir Rennar, scars and remote politeness aside.
Silvanos descended the stairs to the common hall. Just as he placed his booted foot on the bottom step, one of the men from that first horrible night stepped close.
“He’s kept you under guard.” The man’s deep voice held a pleasing lilt.
All the same, Silvanos recoiled. The man’s handsome, almost pretty face seemed an embodiment of all things brutal and unpleasant. “Your pardon, sir. Let me pass.”
The big man gripped his upper arm in a vise of a grip. Bringing his face close, he hissed, “You’d do well to accept me as your master, boy.” His breath wafted over Silvanos’ face, smelling sweet. “Otherwise, I shall catch you beyond the safety of High and Mighty Sir Rennar, and rape you until you bleed out.”
Silvanos jerked free. “Appreciation for the warning.” He had barely taken another handful of steps when Sir Rennar grasped his arm and whisked him behind an alcove curtain. “Sir?”
Smelling more delicious than anyone should, Sir Rennar shot back, ”What in all the Gods and Goddesses’ names are you doing?”
“I decided to come down for the evening meal.” Silvanos caught his gaze snagging on the other man’s mouth. Wide, lush and enticing, it gave him many thoughts.
Sir Rennar rumbled, “I can’t have you down here.”
Silvanos almost smiled. “Why?”
“Because you … you.” Sir Rennar swallowed, the muscles of his strong throat working. “It is your value, young Arelia.”
“Then take me back to our chambers.”
Sir Rennar’s head averted quickly. He fixed his gaze upon the wall. “I have extended kindness to you. Reward me with obedience.”
Silvanos regarded the rough beauty of the other man’s face as he weighed the recklessness of his personal campaign. “You know my worth. Return me to the place where we rest.” Studying the other man’s reaction, Silvanos added the condition.
A harsh growl, then Sir Rennar said, “You can make the journey alone.”
Grinning inwardly, he replied, “I would rather find validation in your indulgence.”
The big, dark man snarled. He stalked about in thwarted vexation. Their exchange took place behind a curtained alcove. Thus insuring privacy.
Sir Rennar turned to him and rumbled. “Why place me in this position, young Arelia?”
Silvanos smiled, secure in his safety, “Because I want you.”