Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 25.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #25. I’m sorry.

Author: Darkling Willow

Pairing: Non.

Rating: NC - 17
Abuse, Anal, Angst, BDSM, Bi, B-Mod, Bond, Death, D/s, H/C, HJ, Humil, Language, M/F, M/M, Minor, N/C, OC, Oral, Preg, Rim, Spank, Violence, Voy, VS, WD, WIP.

Archive: Originals - misc. > Slash-male/male.
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Summary: Forgiveness is easier said than done.

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Chapter 25. I’m sorry.

“POLINUES! GET OUT!!”

Leyjen’s voice shrieked between the walls, the boy jumping and turning on his heel ran out of the room, Amraeen sitting back on his heels with a dissatisfied growl, and Leyjen scrambled away from Amraeen, trying to get out of the bed.

Polinues didn’t make a sound as Leyjen’s voice hurt his ears, only turned around on the spot and dashed out of the room.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him back to his room, and climbed up on the window seat, hiding in the corner of the large window, new tears flowing down his cheeks.

The image of Leyjen’s flushed face was seared onto his brain, the soft moans that his mentor had been making playing over and over in his head.
He felt like he couldn’t breathe, his heart hammering in his throat, his chest shrinking painfully.
He had done something really horrible this time and now Leyjen would be mad as Hell, even mad enough to hate him.
Polinues sobbed again, Leyjen’s scream echoing in his head, his mind struggling to make sense of Leyjen’s anger, and what he had just witnessed.

Leyjen had always been beautiful in his eyes, but this was something new, something forbidden, something so sinfully delightful that he didn’t know what to make of it. He tried to erase that look out of his mind, but it settled itself in a corner of his brain, refusing to budge, and he had a new category for Leyjen’s faces, “the face he makes in bed” category.

Polinues sobbed into his arm, the door to his room opened slowly, and Polinues tried to sink into the wall beside the window, hiding between the heavy drapes.


“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, ohfuck, ohfuck!” Leyjen mumbled anxiously, scrambling around the moonlit room for his trousers and pulling them on hurriedly, ignoring the come, mixed with his own juices, leaking down the insides of his thighs.
Amraeen stood up as well, grabbing him by the shoulders, and forcing him to stop before he reached the door to his room.

“Leyjen, stop. I need to tell you something. I need to leave.”

“Yeah, I think that’s best, I don’t know if I’ll be back. Not tonight, I don’t know what happened, I locked the door.”

“No, Leyjen. Stop, listen. I need to leave Tharsirium. I received a summons from your father, and I need to travel to his court as soon as it is dark tomorrow night.”

Leyjen stopped, his mind slowly taking in the message.
His shoulders slumped, and his face grew sad, almost dejected, looking up his eyes stopped at Amraeen’s lips, not willing to meet his eyes.

“So, how long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know. A few moons. I should be back shortly after Ostara, but if I’m not back before Beltane, you can start worrying.”

“Alright. Do you have any idea why he’s summoned you?”

“No. But I’ve sent him messages about the Vampire that has been watching the Temples, and I guess he has some new information on that. I will send you a message as soon as I come back.”

“I wish we didn’t have to part on these terms. This is too fucked up. Can you see me before you leave? I’ll be in the graveyard by sundown.”

Amraeen smiled, tried to refuse, but the gentle, seductive smile on Leyjen’s lips, made him bend down and claim that hot eager mouth with his, and then nod,
“Alright. Be there at sundown, or I’m leaving without saying good bye. Now go and be with that boy. He needs you.”

Leyjen nodded, taking off in a flash, saying over his shoulder as he disappeared out the door,
“Wait for me. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Amraeen stood silent in the room for a few moments, running trembling fingers over the drying semen on his abdomen, breathing deeply of the scent.
Then he dressed, pulled the sheets from the bed and changed them, making the bed up with care.
When he finished he turned to leave, but hesitated, then sat down on the bed and waited.


Leyjen slipped through the door to Polinues’ bed room, expecting to find the boy in his bed, but the bed stood empty, a dark stain on the sheets, a heavy, cloying scent in the air.
Touching the wetness in the bed he sniffed at his fingertips, and barely stopped his gasp in time.

“Ilithil? Are you there? Polinues, please? Are you in here?” he whispered into the darkness, the heavy drapes stirring slightly.

Leyjen sat down on the window seat, his back to the window, his left arm pressing against Polinues’ back through the curtains.
The boy was sobbing so hard his entire body shook, but he did not respond to Leyjen, only jerked away from the arm against his back.

Leyjen rested his elbows on his knees, hiding his face in his hands, and in a shaking voice he began,
“Polinues. We need to talk about this. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just so shocked to see you there, I thought I had locked the door. You were not supposed to see me like that. You were never supposed to see me like that.”

He stopped, waiting for a response, but Polinues stayed quiet.

“Ilithil? Talk to me, please? What happened? Did you spill something in your bed? Ilithil?”

Polinues stirred, his voice so quiet that Leyjen barely heard him,
“You lied to me.”

Leyjen sobbed, unable to contain himself any longer, his heart shattered on the floor, tears flooded his eyes, and he started crying so hard he couldn’t breathe.
He tried to smother his sobs in his hands, his shoulders shaking violently, after a few minutes he felt a small hand flat on his back.

Polinues draped his arm over Leyjen’s shoulders, pressing his forehead against Leyjen’s temple, and whispered,
“Don’t cry. I can’t stand it when you cry.”

Leyjen swallowed his sobs, struggling to speak,
“I’m sorry, Polinues. I’m so sorry. I should have just told you the truth, but I didn’t want to explain it to you. I thought you were too young. I wanted you to keep your innocence, just for a little while longer. I never should have lied to you.”

“So. That was your girlfriend?”

Leyjen gave a short laugh, choked in sobs, but then looking sideways up at Polinues, he nodded his head slowly.

“Yes. That is my girlfriend. His name is Amraeen.”

“And that was having sex.” Leyjen knew it was meant as a question, but Polinues made it sound like a statement.

“Yes, Ilithil. We were having sex.”

Polinues knelt quiet beside Leyjen for long uncomfortable minutes, but Leyjen didn’t dare to speak.
He knew the boy well enough to know that this meant that Polinues was looking at the situation from all angles, analysing the situation, and then he would make his judgement.

Still he was unprepared for the next question.

“Do you hate me?”

Leyjen twisted around, grabbing the boy around the waist and pulling him close,

“NO! Polinues, no, how can you even think that?”

“You were so angry when you yelled at me. I thought I had done something horrible.”

“My dear, sweet Ilithil. No. I wasn’t angry. I was just shocked. Seeing you there scared me half to death. I could never hate you. You did do something rather bad, but not so horrible that it could ever make me hate you. I love you more than I love myself, Polinues.”

The boy leaned his head on Leyjen’s shoulder, wrapping short arms around his back, and nodded.
Leyjen shivered when the boy kissed the back of his neck gently, stroking a small hand over his shoulders, the hand stopping suddenly and tensed up.

“Where is your pendant?” Polinues’ voice shook more in anger than in pain, and Leyjen grabbed his bare chest, nothing but the blood red crystal hanging between his nipples.

“I’m sorry, Polinues! I take it off… When I’m with Amraeen, I mean. I don’t like to wear it when I’m with him.”

“Why not? Isn’t it good enough to wear it all the time?”

“Yes, it is! I don’t like to wear it because it is yours.”

“What do you mean?”

Leyjen growled, struggling to find the right words, words that Polinues could not possibly misunderstand or misinterpret.

“I take it off when I go to bed with Amraeen, because I don’t want him to touch it. That pendant means so much to me, because you made it especially for me, and you poured so much of yourself into it. I don’t want to taint it with my feelings for Amraeen, and I don’t want him to touch it. I want to keep it only for you. Do you understand me?”

Polinues stared at him with a cold look, his grey eye dark and stormy.
Leyjen felt like the boy was digging into his heart, stripping down his soul, examining it to the core.
Leyjen was beginning to feel very uncomfortable under that gaze, when Polinues draped his arm across Leyjen’s back again, and lay his head back on the shoulder. After a few more mintues of silence, Polinues said with a touch of remorse in his tone,

“I’m sorry I came to your room like that. I should have knocked before I unlocked the door.”

“You unlocked it?”

“Yes. I used the spell you taught me, you know. The one to unlock your door at the Temple.”

“Please promise me you won’t do that again. Don’t use that spell here, because this is the one place where Amraeen can come to my room. He can’t get into the Temple compound, so he comes to see me when we’re here. If you need me when I’m here, then come and knock on my door, then wait until I open it. Please?”

Polinues nodded his head, Leyjen hugging him close again, then stroking the boy’s brown hair asked,
“So. Want to tell me what happened? Why did you come to my room?”

Polinues squirmed slightly, muttering into Leyjen’s shoulder so quietly that the cleric barely heard him,
“I had a nighmare, and I wet the bed.”

“What? Ilithil! That’s horrible. You wet the bed? What scared you so badly?” Leyjen stopped the boy when he started to speak, and stroking his back gently continued himself,

“You know what. Let’s not talk about it here. Let’s go and wash you off a bit, and let’s pull the sheets from the bed. Then you can come and sleep in my bed for the night. When we’re there, then you can tell me about you nightmare. How’s that sound?”
Polinues slid down to the floor, without a word, and pulled the sheets from his bed.

When they had washed Polinues off in the bathing hall, Leyjen stopped outside Thelaura’s bedroom knocking on the door.
Thelaura answered, slightly annoyed, but when she saw the little boy standing shyly behind Leyjen she smiled warmly, if somewhat crookedly.

“Hey, I’m sorry for waking you. I just wanted to tell you, so you won’t go looking for him in the morning. Polinues had a really bad nightmare, and he threw up in his bed. I pulled the sheets and took them to the wash room, and he’s changed and clean. But I’m going to let him sleep with me for the rest of the night.” Leyjen whispered with an apologetic smile, Thelaura still smiling.

“Thank you for telling me, Leyjen. I’ll let the other nurses know.” She yawned, and blinked at them as she bid them good night.


Leyjen was surprised to find Amraeen sitting stiffly on his bed, when they entered his room. Polinues stopped short halfway between the door and the bed.
Amraeen’s face was hard, unreadable, as he rose to his feet, holding his head high.
He walked up to Polinues and extended his hand calmly,

“Evening. I am Amraeen. Good to meet you.”
Polinues shook the offered hand hesitantly, his eyes going a little round at the cold flesh, and his voice trembled as he spoke,
“I am Polinues Marines.”

Amraeen shook his hand gently, then laid his other hand on Polinues’ wrist, clasping his hands tightly, and with a quick look at Leyjen he said to the boy,
“Will you promise me something? Take good care of him for me, while I’m away.”

Leyjen gasped, Polinues looked confused for a moment, but then he smiled reassuringly, answering without hesitation,
“Yes. I’ll take care of him for you.”

Amraeen smiled back, then turned and walked towards the secret door, Polinues making an awefilled sound as the portion of wall slid open without a sound.
Leyjen followed the Vampyr into the shadows of the secret tunnel, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and kissing Amraeen with deep passion.
Amraeen broke the kiss after a moment, and gently caressed the sides of Leyjen’s face, brushing strands of auburn hair behind his ears.

“I love you, Leyjen Shaoir. My Ilithilin.”

Leyjen blushed at the word, his eyes wavering, then he reached up and kissed Amraeen, whispering into his mouth,
“I love you too, Amraeen. I’ll see you at sundown tomorrow. Don’t leave before I can say good bye. Please wait for me.”

They kissed deeply, Amraeen reluctanly breaking the kiss and disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel.

Polinues was standing by the bed, eyeing it apprehensively, as if the sheets held some dark secret that he had accidentally discovered.
Leyjen pulled the covers back, making a sound of surprise, then bent down to sniff at the sheets, Polinues just barely caught his whispered surprise,
“He changed the sheets.”

Leyjen climbed into the bed, and waved Polinues to follow him, the boy cuddling up against his chest, breathing deeply the scent of opium and poppies.
After a while Leyjen noticed that Polinues’ breathing had grown even and slow, and figured him to be asleep.
He startled slightly when Polinues suddenly started talking, low and hesitant.

He described his nightmare in vivid detail, even down to the black armour of the knight, the blackened ground broken with lavapits, and the young female mage with the raven braid.
Leyjen listened quietly, his heart thundering in his chest, he could feel the boy’s fear shivering through his body, and he cradled him close, stroking his hair, whispering to him that everything would be alright, that he was safe now, and that Leyjen would never let anyone harm him.

They fell asleep like that, wrapped around each other, and Thelaura let them sleep until noon the next day.
They did not speak about that night again for more than a fortnight, Leyjen thankful that Polinues had taken it so lightly, but at the same time worried because Polinues grew more solemn and brooding with every day that passed.