Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 26.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #26. A quick farewell.

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.

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Summary: Amraeen shares a long kept secret, and Leyjen learns the true meaning of missing someone.

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Chapter 26. A quick farewell.

His breath steamed in the cold night air, Leyjen shivered under his winter cloak, waiting for Amraeen to wake.

The suns had sunk below the eastern horizon an hour earlier, and nothing stirred in the quiet graveyard, the faint sounds of the sentries at the castle echoing through the still night.

A creak of metal hinges startled Leyjen, but looking up he smiled at the Vampyr coming out of his mother’s mausoleum, dressed in leather trousers, and a black shirt, the neckline open.

Leyjen quirked an eyebrow at Amraeen, a seductive smile on his lips, and picked up the bottle of wine that stood beside him,
“I brought you a bottle of Ackhthelon.”

“Where did your get that?” Amraeen asked with an appreciative smile.

“Stole it from the wine cellar. Where else?” Leyjen snickered, spreading his knees apart to let Amraeen between them, Amraeen kissed him gently, making Leyjen shiver.

“You’re ice cold.” Leyjen gasped, running a hand down the Vampyr’s arms, ghosting his lips over the bluish lips.

“I know. I just woke up, and it’s freezing. I must go and feed before I leave. I need all my strength. Are you going to see me off now, or wait while I feed?”

Leyjen chewed on the left corner of his lower lip, his eyes suddenly uncertain.
“You’re going to feed? Here?”

“There is a garrison a little to the south, on the other side of the orchard, I was thinking about going there. Why?”

“That garrison is Lord Wrailan’s. These are people I know. People I grew up with. It feels different when I know them.”

Amraeen stared at him for a few moments, then nodded slowly.

“I think I know what you mean. I won’t feed here. Are the animals healthy? The horses or the cows?” Amraeen asked with a slight sneer, and Leyjen’s eyes went a little round with surprise.

“Uhm, I think all of them are just fine. Why?”

“If you don’t want me to drink from the humans, then I won’t. Wait for me here. I’ll be back in a few mintues. Go inside the mausoleum and wait for me.”

Amraeen turned and headed towards the castle grounds, gliding soundlessly over the frozen ground, only a darker shadow among the shadows.
Leyjen slid off the tomb, and entered the mausoleum, making everything ready for their short farewell.

Amraeen slid through the door of the mausoleum, stopping short as his eyes fell on the teen.

“You came prepared.” He said with a chuckle, closing the heavy iron door behind him.

Leyjen had lit a few candles and perched them on the ledges around the chamber, a blanket covered the cold stone floor, and ontop of the blanket sat Leyjen, naked, his legs stretched out before him, and leaning back on his arms, two silver goblets full of Ackhthelon standing beside him.
Leyjen smiled wide, bringing one goblet to his lips, and sipping at it, spilled some down his chin, letting the wine drip down his chest, his amber eyes glowing with lust.

Amraeen sank down to his knees, straddling Leyjen’s thighs, gripping Leyjen’s wrist he moved the goblet to his own lips, taking a long draught of the spicy wine before he bent over Leyjen and licked the wine off his chest in one long swipe of his tongue.

Leyjen wrinkled his nose a little, when Amraeen reached his neck, and said shyly,
“Your scent. It’s different somehow.”

“It happens. There is something about the animal blood that does that. It’ll return to normal soon.”

“You can do that? Live of animal blood?”

“No. I can survive on animal blood, for a limited time. I’ll be cold again within the hour, and if I don’t feed soon I’ll grow weak. Remember how your mother used to feed you milk mixed with blood?”

“Yes. She always kept the milk warm, I hated it.”

“That was animal blood. Your father taught her how to bleed the cattle without killing them. It’s a handy trick to know if you’re stuck somewhere, where hunting is difficult. But I don’t recommend it.”

Amraeen sank down over Leyjen again, melding their lips together, his tongue demanding entry. The teen moaned, sinking down on his back, wrapping long arms around Amraeen’s back. The Vampyr deepened the kiss, claiming his lover with force, Leyjen pulling at the silk shirt with hungry hands.

Amraeen brushed his fingers up Leyjen’s sides, drawing decadent moans from the teen, his cock already thudding between them.
Rising to his knees Amraeen pulled open his trousers, pushing them down to his thighs, his cock springing free.
Leyjen sat up suddenly and pushed Amraeen, gentle but determined.

When Amraeen was flat on his back, Leyjen pulled his trousers off, then sank down between his legs, wrapping his lips around the head of Amraeen’s cock.
Amraeen threaded his fingers into the auburn hair and pushed gently, demanding entry and Leyjen let him, swallowing when he hit the back of Leyjen’s throat.
Amraeen’s head thunked against the stone of the floor, making both of them groan a little in pain, but Leyjen did not stop.
Leyjen gave Amraeen full control, letting the Vampyr fuck his mouth until Amraeen was writhing on the floor, jerking his hips erratically, fighting the urge to spill himself into Leyjen’s mouth.

With a sharp tug on the auburn hair, Amraeen sat up, pulling Leyjen into a bonejarring kiss.

“Lie down, I want to taste you.” He whispered, getting up on his knees, drinking deeply of the piquant wine.

Leyjen lay down on his back, gasping when Amraeen tipped the goblet and let a thin stream drip on Leyjen’s chest. Leyjen moaned loudly, his hips trusting erratically, begging for friction, as Amraeen sank over him, licking the wine off his chest.
Amraeen licked a long line up his chest, around each nipple, the long line of his neck, to his jaw, smashing their hips together in a demanding kiss, then reversed, until he reached Leyjen’s cock, half hard and twitching with anticipation.

Amraeen flicked his tongue into the slit, twirling around the head, before he opened his lips and sank down over the cock, sucking it hard into his mouth.
Leyjen went hard in an instant, hands spasming around the Vampyr’s arms, tugging, clawing, begging for more.
Pulling up Amraeen hollowed his cheeks, twirling his tongue along the underside, humming in his throat, rubbing his tongue against the bundle of nerves under the head, sliding down to the roots and swallowed.

Leyjen gasped, bucking his hips, bitten fingernails dragging red welts down Amraeen’s arms, and whining Leyjen begged,
“Let me come, please let me come.”

Amraeen smiled wickedly, but obliged.

He lifted one of Leyjen’s legs over his own shoulder, pressing two fingers against his twitching pucker, and slowly sank in, as deep as he could.
Leyjen’s voice rasped in his throat, tumbling over profanities and a passionate evocation of the god Parlamet.
The round muscle slowly relented to Amraeen’s invasion, the Vampyr pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in, sinking over Leyjen’s cock with the same slow movements.
Hooking his fingers slightly Amraeen found the teen’s prostate and rubbed hard, as he bobbed his mouth over his cock, taking him into the roots, sucking hard, and after only a few mintues Leyjen came in thick hot spurts, arching his back off the floor, shouting out,
“Amraeen, oh, sweet Parlamet!”

Amraeen swallowed, milking Leyjen’s cock until it had gone soft again, then climbed over him, lifting his knees to his shoulders, and pressing the head of his cock against the eager ass, whispered,
“Are you stretched enough? Can I enter?”

Leyjen craned his neck, nibbling a kiss, and with a smile moved his hips,
“Yes. Come, I want you inside me.”

Both of them moaned, the muscle resisting, as Amraeen breached the first ring, Leyjen struggling to relax enough to let him enter.
After a few painfilled minutes Amraeen sank in to the roots, and stopping there he kissed Leyjen deeply, his eyes burning with passion, drowning in the golden fire of Leyjen’s eyes.

“Move.” Leyjen whispered, pushing gently at Amraeen’s chest, and the Vampyr withdrew, almost all the way out, then slid back in just as slow, Leyjen mewling under him, calling on Parlamet once again.

Amraeen smiled, tangling his fingers with Leyjen’s fingers, their eyes locked between gentle kisses, and slowly they made love.

Leyjen was completely lost in his passion, his cock grew hard again, trapped between their gyrating bodies, and the heat in his groin grew steadily in sync with Amraeen’s slow thrusts, until after a long time his voice broke over Amraeen’s name, and coming between their stomachs, he sank his canines into Amraeen’s neck, drinking deeply.
Amraeen growled, his hips moving a little faster, a little harder, the round muscle clenching around him hard enough to hurt, and moments later he followed his lover, biting into his shoulder, gulping down the warm blood.

Sinking down ontop of Leyjen, the Vampyr claimed his lips in a passionate kiss, Leyjen still moaning softly.

“I love you, Amraeen, I love you.” Leyjen whispered breathily, between kisses, Amraeen slipping out of him, and laying down beside him licked over the bitemark on his shoulder to stop the bleeding, Leyjen rolling onto his side to make sure Amraeen wasn’t bleeding either.

They lay quiet for long minutes in each other arms, hands caressing warm skin, kissing gently.
With a reluctant sigh Amraeen sat up, and drained his goblet in one long draught before he rose to his feet, picking up his clothes.
Leyjen sat still on the blanket, drinking his wine, secretly enjoying the feeling of the come dripping out of him.

When Amraeen stopped dressing to fill his goblet again, he quirked an eyebrow at Leyjen and said,
“Get dressed. I need to get moving soon. If I don’t, I won’t make it to the mountains before sunrise.”
Leyjen got to his feet, his ass a little sore, the fluids drying between his cheeks and on the insides of his thighs, and pulling on his trousers he sat down on the edge of one of the coffin niches and watched Amraeen.
The Vampyr laced up his shirt, tied off his cravat, and did up his trousers, eyeing the teen out of the corner of his eye.

Leyjen smiled, parting his knees, as Amraeen stepped up to him, running fingers up Leyjen’s neck, and gripped his jaw firm but gentle, whispering into his mouth as he kissed Leyjen deeply,
“I love you, Leyjen. My sweet Ilithilin. I haven’t felt anything close to this in over two hundred and fifty years. You are too perfect.”

Amraeen stared down into the amber eyes, ghosting his fingertips over Leyjen’s face, as if he was trying to commit every line to memory, his heart thumping painfully in his chest. After a few moments of gentle kisses, he turned around again, and sitting down on the small bench by the far wall, pulled on his long leather boots.

Leyjen watched him, a twitch in his heart, and he couldn’t stop the question,
“So, you haven’t felt anything like this since my father?”

Amraeen looked up with a soft smile, folding down the top of his knee high boot, and shook his head slowly, a distant pain in his eyes,
“No. Since before your father. His name was Delmarae. My first love. He was the reason I had to flee from Ackhateel.”

Leyjen squirmed a little, his curiosity getting the better of him, and he said,
“Tell me. Please? I want to know.”

Amraeen gave him a strained smile, pulling on his left boot, his eyes growing sad again, a warmth deep inside that belonged to memory.

“He was tall, his skin deeply tanned, he always kept his hair rather short, and it was light ash blonde. And he had the darkest brown eyes I had ever seen. He had a broad smile, thick lips, and strong calloused hands.”

Amraeen stopped, looking down at his own hands.
Once they had been soft and smooth, but now they were scarred and calloused.

“His father was the head trainer at my father’s stables, and Delmarae had worked there since he was only a small boy. He always smelled like horses.”

Leyjen slid down from the niche, and sat down next to Amraeen on the bench, his heart thundering in his chest, but he was uncertain if it was because of jealousy or excitement over Amraeen’s unusal willingness to share something about his past life.
Amraeen was silent for a few more moments, then looked at Leyjen quickly before he started again.

“I’ve told you about brisneri? You can only find them in the human society that lives along the banks of the Ackhat river, from the mouth to the mountains and the Metalwood. They are always working class, lower class citizens, and it seems to run in families. They only ever marry between themselves, and can never rise through the social ladder. Back in my time, among the middle classes, and the upper classes, when we turned fifteen summers we are allowed to take ourselves a brisner. It was expected, even encouraged, because entering the marriage bed a virgin was considered an utter disgrace. It was almost impossible for a father to marry a daughter that was still a virgin. How it is now I don’t know.”

Amraeen stopped again, rising to his feet he started buckling on his belt, fastening his sword and began blowing out the numerous candles Leyjen had perched around the chamber.
He talked quietly as he moved, Leyjen had to almost hold his breath just to be able to hear him.

“I had known Delmarae since I was only a little boy, and never gave him much thought. He was four years older than me, and when I was thirteen summers he took a berth on one of my mother’s ships and left Ackhateel for a while.
He came back some two years later, but I didn’t know. I first saw him on my fifteenth Birth day. My father had given me a stallion, and Delmarae was standing in the court with it as my father presented it to me. I was walking on air with excitement as I rode that stallion around the courtyard, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the horse or Delmarae or both.
My father called me to his offices the next day, and told me I had to find myself a brisner, and I told him without hesitation that I wanted Delmarae. A week later he passed his inspection, and was moved to my bed chambers. We fell in love within the first moon, and by the end of the two years that we were allowed, I didn’t want anyone but him. Two moons before I turned seventeen my parents and older brother called me to my father’s office and introduced me to a gem merchant who’s daughter I was supposed to marry. We argued loudly for a long time. I told them I didn’t want to marry some stupid girl that I didn’t even like, that I only wanted to be with Delmarae. As I ran from my father’s office, they shouted after me that they would disinherit me and disown me, if I didn’t comply with their plans. I told them to go ahead.”

Amraeen stopped, standing in the middle of the chamber he stared at the floor, his eyes glittering with remembered anger, and Leyjen asked quietly,
“Even your older brother? What right did he have to order you around?”

Amraeen smiled coldly, answering,
“In Ackhateel, a first born son who has married has equal standing to the father of the family. So, once my older brother had married, he was included in all of the affairs of the family. Like when Delmarae was inspected, my father, my brother and I were all in the room, watching him. My brother had to approve of my choice just as much as my father and mother. But let me finish. This is hard enough to recall, without all the messy family history.”

Amraeen’s smile shattered, and a renewed pain entered his eyes as he continued,
“I told you I had two sisters, didn’t I? The younger one was a year older than me, and was engaged to marry. Her intended was the second son of a merchant, a step lower than my family in standing, and he was not in line to inherit much from his father. When I had my argument with my family about my own marriage, it was two weeks until my sister’s wedding. After I ran from my father’s office I went to the stables to find Delmarae, to convince him to run away with me, to take him with me across the mountains to Sharmax or Mayhelm where we would be able to live in peace.
I found him in the stables. My sister’s intended had Delmarae bent over a stack, and was forching himself on him. Delmarae was bloodied, he had been beaten, but he didn’t dare to scream, he didn’t dare to fight.”

“Why not?”

“Because… once the engagement has been settled and the intended has lived with the family for more than six moons, he’s concidered as much a part of the family as one who is already married into it. Knowing this Delmarae had not dared to fight.
I attacked my brother in law. We fought, but he was taller, stronger and older, so Delmarae stepped between us, trying to get me to stop before I got hurt. I was too angry, so I shoved him out of the way. I didn’t notice right away.
When he fell he landed with the back of his head on a high doorstep leading to the tack room. It broke his neck, he died instantly. I was shattered with grief, noone could get through to me. My brother in law ran for help, and they found me cradling Delmarae’s corpse, screaming in sorrow.
My brother in law saw an opportunity to get rid of me there. He saw that if he got rid of one of the sons, my sisters dowry would increase and the chances of the two of them inheriting one of the family businesses, or a part there of would increase dramatically. So he told my family and the constables and the court that he had found me arguing with Delmarae, and that I had pushed him on purpose, killing him intentionally.
I was not even seventeen yet, had just murdered the love of my life, and then been accused of doing it on purpose, so my story was everything other than coherent. After a three week trial everything was pointing towards my conviction, and I had just given up any hope of redeeming myself. So had my family, because only two days before my sentencing my older brother came to visit me in the prison. My parents had bribed the guard to let me go that night, and my brother took me to the harbour.
There we were met by our parents, they gave me some money, and bid me farewell and to flee the country. I found a berth that night, and the rest you know.”

Amraeen stood still, fully clothed, his long black coat giving him an air of secrecy that Leyjen had just been allowed to see under.
His azure eyes were wet, but he did not cry, only stared at the floor, loose strands of his blonde hair falling about the gentle line of his jaw, framing his face in perfection.

Leyjen stood quietly and slid into Amraeen’s embrace, moulding his body to Amraeen’s and kissing the chill lips softly, he whispered,
“I’m sorry.”

Amraeen’s eyes glittered, then looked at him, and the Vampyr smiled, ghosting fingers over Leyjen’s cheek as he returned the kiss.

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago. He is no more than a painful memory now. Now I have you. The greatest love of my life, my soulmate. I will miss you while I’m gone.”

“I’ll miss you too. Try to hurry back. Please, for me?”

Amraeen gave a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around the young man and kissing him deeply before he answered,
“Yes. I’ll hurry back. Tell me you love me, once more, so I’ll have something to warm myself to while I’m away.”

“I love you, Amraeen.” Leyjen whispered, the Vampyr claiming him with another kiss, whispering just before he let him go,

“I love you, Leyjen Shaoir of Dragornin. Ilithilin serom baakhom. I’ll see you again before Beltane.”

Leyjen stayed inside the mausoleum while Amraeen left, tears spilling down his cheeks as he gathered the things he had brought with him, and then with a heavy heart he walked back to the castle.
There was a dread weighing down his heart, tearing at his soul, but he couldn’t figure out why it was.
As he lay down in his bed he thought to himself it was most likely just that he was already missing Amraeen.

The next four moons would be difficult.