Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 37.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #37. Brisner.

Author: Darkling Willow

Pairing: Non.

Rating: NC - 17
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Summary: Polinues discovers a secret which gives him the upper hand, and Leyjen is more than happy to oblige.

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Chapter 37. Brisner.

They followed the frozen path along the shore of the Peolin Sea in relative silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
At the edge of the forest they met Berkir, and after dividing the burdens between themselves they sent Berkir back to the castle, Leyjen leading them on into the forest, carrying a small lantern. Brigale had a lantern as well, he attached it to the end of a short pole which he carried on his shoulder, the lantern swinging precariously behind him.
The white moon was riding high in the sky when they reached a small clearing by the river, the hunting cabin standing in the shadows of the trees.
After disposing of his packs inside, Brigale asked for the waterskins and offered to go fetch the water. Polinues blew him a raspberry, knowing that Brigale only offered so he wouldn’t need to help with starting the fire and getting them settled.

The single room cabin was icy cold, and the flue was frozen shut.
Leyjen and Polinues struggled with it together for a few minutes before Leyjen finally gave up and used his magic to heat the vent enough to get the flue open. Meanwhile Polinues built the fire and lit it as soon as Leyjen succeeded. Within minutes the logs were blazing and warmth began to spread through the small log cabin. Polinues wrapped his furlined cloak around himself and sat down on a pelt in front of the fire, while Leyjen unpacked their bedrolls and set them up on the beds lining one wall.

Both of them jumped when a howl erupted out of the forest, echoing eerily in the darkness.
Polinues rose to his feet and stepping out on the stoop stared out towards the river and the falls, where Brigale had gone to fetch the water.
Leyjen followed him and stood behind him, close enough for the teen to feel the warmth of his body through the heavy cloak.
The howl came again, four times in a row, making Polinues twitch.

“What is that?”

“I’m not sure.”

“It couldn’t be wolfmen… could it?”

“No. We’re too far north. The few wolfmen that remain live south of the Dwarven Forest.”

“It’s not a wolf. I know their sound, and that’s not it. What can it be?”

“Maybe it’s the Kobold of Black River Falls.” Leyjen answered, and Polinues could hear him smirk, even without seeing it.

Polinues snickered, but was serious when he looked over his shoulder, asking,
“What is the story about that? I don’t remember hearing it, although I’ve heard people mention the Kobold.”

“The story is just that. A story. There are many different versions of the story, but the main common element is that there was a child born to an unwed, teenaged peasant girl. The girl was thrown out by her father, and in her despair she jumped over the Black River Falls with her child in her arms. Some versions say the child was fathered by a noble’s son, other say it was a deamon, or a monster, some even claim it was a Vampire. But most of the stories say the child was deformed, and that when the girl jumped in the river, the child survived, crawled into the caves behind the falls, and has lived there ever since. Those howls are supposed to be the Kobold crying for his dead mother.”

“Is it true? Is there a cave?”

“I’ve seen the cave, the only way into it is dangerous. Many have tried, only to drown in the pool below. I’ve only heard of a handful that know the way, and one of them showed it to me once. There are no evidence of anyone living there, but those who don’t believe the story about the Kobold say that the cave has been used by brigands and outcasts for ages, to hide out until it was safe to run again. As for that howl. I have no idea what makes it.”

“If it does come from the cave I’m sure it is some sort of a vent or a rock formation that makes it.”

“Probably. All I know is that it freaks the Hell out of me. You think the Kobold got Brigale?”

Polinues laughed, although his eyes were trained on the edge of the incline leading to the river, as he answered,
“I’d like to see him try. There he is.”

In the distance a man appeared from the river, walking slowly through the thin layer of snow, and Leyjen turned to enter the cabin, ignoring the faint tingle of unease that made his skin crawl.

A swish of air blew a lock of hair from his face as he turned around, and he forgot to breathe for a moment as he watched a few strands of auburn hair float peacefully to the ground by his feet. Looking up Leyjen saw an arrow, still vibrating, sticking out of the wall beside the doorway. If he had not moved the arrow would have lodged in his forehead, right between his eyes.

Leyjen grabbed the stunned Polinues by the shoulders and pulled him out of the way as another arrow struck the door behind them.
The archer was approaching with steady steps, but both clerics could hear him cursing as the second arrow missed its mark.
Leyjen pushed Polinues behind himself and stepped out on the top step, raising his hands in a standard defense spell position, calling out to the archer.

“Who are you? What do you want?”
The archer cackled, knocking a third arrow and aiming it at Leyjen’s chest.
Polinues’ fingers curled around Leyjen’s shoulders, but he had enough sense to stay behind his mentor.

“You ruined my life, you little pissant.” The archer shouted, and both clerics recognized him.
He was the boy who had whipped Polinues six moons earlier, by Charnig’s command.

“How so? You were the one who chose to follow Charnig and obey his demented orders. Who are you?”

“The name is of no concern. Just know that I am the one who will kill you.”

The arrow whizzed through the air, only to divert to the side less than a meter away from Leyjen’s hands, as if it had struck a metal barrier.
Leyjen flinched as he cast the spell, his mind racing to distract the archer.

“I won’t let you kill him. You know that. Lay down your bow, and go back to where you came from. We will give you until sunrise before we come after you. Run, and never show yourself here again.”

“I will kill you both if I have to, mage. How stupid of you to reveal yourself like this. I will kill you both and that prick knight as well. They’ll never find your miserable corpses…”

The archer gasped, cut off by Leyjen’s scream,
“Brigale, no!”

Blood flowed from the archer’s mouth, his eyes bulging in his head as he looked down with surprise at the gleaming steel sticking out of his chest.

“I warned you all that I would never let you near him.”
Brigale hissed into the teen’s ear, as the warm blood gushed out of the wound in the teen’s back, over the hilt of his sword and down his hand.
For a few moments Brigale relished the feeling, before he yanked the sword free.

The archer stumbled, twisting around to face his killer as he sank to the ground.
Brigale watched him with cold hard eyes as he fell down, his dead eyes staring up at the tyro knight.
Brigale faltered, suddenly uncertain of himself, he dropped his sword and found himself frozen in the corpse’s dead stare.

Leyjen came running to them, pushing Brigale aside, and checking the archer’s neck for a pulse.

“He’s dead? He’s dead, isn’t he? Leyjen? I killed him? Leyjen! Make him stop looking at me.”
Brigale’s voice heightened with every word, his eyes darting between his bloodied hands, the bloodied sword on the ground, the corpse and Leyjen.

Leyjen closed the archer’s eyes quickly, then grabbed Brigale by the shoulders, shaking him to be quiet. The knight’s black eyes were swimming in tears as Leyjen pulled him in for a tight embrace, whispering for him to calm down.
Brigale drew long shaking breaths, exactly five of them, before he broke the embrace and looked at his hands.

“You take Polinues inside, have some tea to calm down. I’ll take care of this.”

“No, Leyjen. This is my crime. I’ll cover it up myself. You take Polinues inside, and close the door. I don’t want either of you involved in this.”

Leyjen stared at the teen with slight fear.
He was only five days shy of seventeen winters, and yet so cold and calculated.
Leyjen nodded and taking the waterskins he turned his back on the scene. Polinues was shaking slightly when Leyjen guided him inside, but the cleric couldn’t decide if it was excitement or fear.

Brigale came back within the hour, his hands still tainted from the scarlet dye he had been working with earlier in the day, so the blood was hard to spot.
Polinues watched him intently while they ate, but there was no flicker of emotion on his stern face, the black eyes like two marbles, cold and dead.

When Leyjen brought the subject up, Brigale hissed at him to shut up, saying there was nothing to talk about or discuss,
“This never happened. Do you hear me? I stabbed him in the back, he died, I took care of it. They will never find him.” were his final words before he climbed into bed and slept soundly through the night.


The five days they spent at the cabin went by far too fast for Polinues’ liking, and on the morning of the fifth day they grudgingly made the hike back to the castle.
Lanja refused to see Polinues when he requested an audience, but Leyjen later relayed a messege that she would see her brother before he left for the Temples.
Polinues accepted that the stress of the wedding had finally gotten to the stoic Lanja, especially after the horrific crime he and his twin had committed.
Polinues was also exiled from the kitchen and the entire servant’s quarters, by force, in punishment for his crime.

The seamstress and her assistants were furious with the twins and Brigale, furious enough to have most of the household staff on their side.
Even Cooksie sided with the seamstress on this one, at least until the day after the wedding.

The ceremony went forward without a single mistake, and Lanja looked utterly divine in the remade canary yellow silk dress, the golden veils and scarlet red ribbons only enhancing her beauty a hundred fold.

Polinues hid behind Brigale as he could not hold his tears in check, the knight beaming with pride as he stood with the three Marines boys by the altar, between Belnsair and Polinues, proclaiming him as a true son of the household.

Elohaim stood trembling before the altar, his face pale and showing every emotion with stark clarity, running between happiness and nervousness constantly.
He took Lanja’s hand with great pride, his father and three older brothers all tense, as if they expected Elohaim to bolt at any moment.

In the back of the audience stood Corin, wringing his hands in despair, his eyes betraying the depth of his love for his master. Leyjen watched the young man intently, afraid he might try to disrupt the proceedings but the ceremony went on without a hitch, and as the newlyweds exited the chapel, Elohaim did not even glance at his best friend. Corin followed the wedding party to the feast, looking dejected and heartbroken.

The feast lasted until the early morning hours, when finally the groom rose and asked his bride to come with him to their bed.

A rather drunk Leyjen had to drag Polinues from underneath a table, and fight him for the bottle of ale he insisted on taking to bed, before Leyjen could carry Polinues to bed. Polinues was asleep in Leyjen’s arms before they even reached the second floor, and Leyjen had to struggle to get the teen’s clothes off when he got him into the bed.
Eventually Leyjen gave up and left Polinues half dressed in the bed, with a blanket over his torso.
The following hangover kept the entire household subdued for the following two days, and Leyjen did not see Polinues until the late afternoon on the third day.

Leyjen was walking past the seamstress’ workshop when the seamstress and two assistants came bustling out the door carrying Polinues’ ash grey robes.
Through the open door Leyjen spotted Polinues standing on a small dais infront of the tall mirrors, wearing only his linen trousers.
Closing the door silently behind him, Leyjen entered the workshop and sat down on a couch, enjoying the view.
Polinues spun around, only acknowledging Leyjen’s presence with a quick smirk, then his eyes were back on the mirrors, and Leyjen realized what the teen was trying to do.

Polinues twisted his slender body this way and that, corkscrewing to look over his shoulder at his back in the tall mirrors.
Leyjen sat on the edge of the couch, fingers digging into the upholstery, his knuckles whitening as he noticed the hard look in Polinues’ eyes.

“Scars. Like I don’t have enough of those.” The teen muttered, his shoulders sagging and he hung his head.

Leyjen jumped to his feet, closing the distance between them in a couple of strides, hands sliding around the teen’s waist as he spoke.
“They’ll fade. In a few years you won’t even be able to see them.”

“Yeah. The scars on my body will fade.” Polinues retorted with a sneer, that hard look in his eye chilling Leyjen’s blood.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Just stupid thoughts. I have more than enough nightmares as is, and now this.” Polinues sighed, hands fisting in the front of Leyjen’s robes, and Polinues tilted his head up to kiss Leyjen, a gentle but demanding kiss.
Leyjen responded with a sigh of his own, feeling his blood rush southwards.
Polinues broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Leyjen’s cheek, and Leyjen had to strain to hear the whispered words.

“I keep seeing him. The boy with the whip. I keep seeing him in my head. With Brigale’s sword sticking out of his chest like that. I wish Charnig and Elonis could be found too. I hope Brigale finds them and kills them too. I know he’d kill them for me. I don’t even need to ask him to, he’ll just do it. Would you kill them for me, like you killed the others? I want to see Charnig die. I want to watch the life seep out of him, and hear him beg me for mercy. I want him to beg for death with his last breath. I need to see him die.”

Leyjen grabbed the teen by the shoulders and had to fight the urge to shake him, as he answered,
“Stop it. Stop saying things like that. You have no idea what you’re saying, want to see Charnig die. Seriously, Polinues, you have no idea what you’d be asking him to do. It changes you, killing someone, even more than seeing someone die. It changes you beyond return. You will never be the same after you’ve killed someone.”

“I’ve seen people die, Leyjen. They haunt me in my dreams, every night, every time I close my eyes, I see them burning, dying.”

“That was not the same. That was tragic unnatural death, what you’re asking for is murder. Murder is a far different thing. Murder is something you do not get over so quickly. Murder changes who you are, what your are.”

“I’ve seen murder!” Polinues tore away from Leyjen, his voice shaky with excitement, as he backed away a few steps, but his light grey eye never wavered from Leyjen’s face.
“I watched him kill Tisék. He did it for you, he did it out of love. I saw it, the way he squeezed the life out of Tisék with his bare hands…”
Polinues’ eyes were wide, distant as if he was reliving some old memory, his hands reenacting the action of strangling someone in the air infront of him.

Leyjen gasped, his heart racing so hard it hurt, and Polinues seemed to snap out of his little trance.
He hurtled himself into Leyjen’s arms again, lips brushing up Leyjen’s neck, a thigh pressing between Leyjen’s legs, and his hands pulled at the front of Leyjen’s robes, as he continued,
“I’ve never seen such fear, such pleasure. The way he smiled while he squeezed Tisék’s neck until it caved in on itself.”

Polinues couldn’t articulate his thoughts properly, as he thrust his pulsing erection against Leyjen’s groin, moaning into the elder’s ear, nibbling at his earlobe.
Leyjen trembled, his hands roaming over hot flesh, a finger instinctively running along one of the new scars that lay horizontally across Polinues’ back.

Once Leyjen felt Polinues yield to him, he grabbed the back of the teen’s neck in a tight grip, forcing him to look into his face, and hissed,
“It was Amraeen, wasn’t it? You saw him murder Tisék? Tell me! You watched Amraeen murder Tisék?”

Polinues moaned again, this time in fear, his cock harder than before against Leyjen’s thigh, his lips parting in a lustfilled invitation.
Leyjen growled as he shook Polinues by the scruff of his neck, and the teen yelped.

“Yes. Yes, I saw Amraeen kill Tisék. He did it for you, he did it out of love for you, in revenge for what Tisék did to you. His love for you burned him up like a deamon, and he enjoyed what he did with a passion he only ever showed you. I want to see that in you… I want to see that in myself.” Polinues moaned as he writhed against Leyjen’s body, sharp teeth nibbling at Leyjen’s stiff neck as he spoke, the words breathed into the olive skin, and Leyjen’s fingers left red welts on Polinues’ white skin.

“This time you lied to me.” Leyjen whispered, his tone flat and cold, more frightening to Polinues than any hiss or shout, and the teen tried to pull away, frantic in his response.

“He told me to. I swore to him I would never tell you he came here. I swore I would never tell you. He made me swear that I wouldn’t.”

“And yet I only need to give you one sharp push and you break your oath to him. You are not very good at sticking to your word, are you?”

Polinues cried out in pain as Leyjen slammed him against the wall, a hand tight around Polinues’ throat, the other hand sliding under the fabric of Polinues’ trousers, freeing his straining cock, and Leyjen sank to his knees.

“I don’t care. I have you now. I don’t need to know why he came back. You are all I need now, you are my burden, just like I am yours. Now shut the fuck up, and keep an eye on that door.”

Polinues grabbed his own mouth to stop the shout that erupted from his chest as his cock sank into Leyjen’s mouth, and the cleric sucked him off hard and frantic, restraining him with a hand on his chest.
Polinues had to struggle to keep his mouth shut, watching for movement outside the door to the workshop, and avoid banging the back of his head into the wall behind him as he came into Leyjen’s mouth.
Leyjen wiped his mouth on his sleeve as he rose to his feet and turned his back on the teen.

Polinues stumbled a couple of steps after his mentor, but Leyjen only glanced over his shoulder and said,
“Tuck yourself away. You look like a whore.” His tone cold, bordering on hostile.

The boy choked on his words, tucking himself away quickly, a blush creeping up his chest and neck as the seamstress’ voice echoed down the hall outside the workshop.
Leyjen left Polinues in the workshop, stalking through the castle he headed to his room, his anger boiling in his chest, anger directed at himself and his inability to resist the teen, anger that broke out in hurtful and almost hateful words.

Polinues had to fight back his tears while he tried on the new robes, the seamstress and her assistant avoided raising their eyes to his face, so they would not need to see his horrendous scar, which made it all the more difficult for the teen to remain calm.
Leyjen’s words had cut him to bleed, and Polinues did not know what he had done to deserve them.

Once the seamstress finished her task, Polinues ran out of the workshop as fast as he could, making a straight line for Leyjen’s bedroom.
Polinues burst through the door, as soon as Leyjen unlatched it, fists slamming into Leyjen’s chest with a scream, and the two of them tumbled into the room.
Polinues kicked the door shut behind them as he let his fists fly into Leyjen’s face.

“You bastard. Why did you call me that? You’re such a shit.” He cried, letting go of his tears, and planted his knee in Leyjen’s gut.
Leyjen didn’t answer, only punched back, using all his strength to gain the upper hand, but Polinues’ skinny frame held more power than it seemed capable of.
They fought hard for a few frantic minutes, until Leyjen gained the advantage and pinned Polinues to the floor.

“I said that because I hate what you are becoming. You behave worse than Arlathi sometimes. If you don’t get your own way, right this instance, you become sullen and argumentative. Asking me to kill someone for you? Are you insane? I would never go out and commit cold blooded murder for you. I killed the other because they would not come with me peacefully. True, I used my magick to fight them, but still… it was a combat, not murder.”

“Liar! You killed them. You murdered them in revenge for what they did to me.”

“No, you little bastard. I may not have been fair in my fighting with them, but I offered them to turn themselves in first, before I challenged them to a fight.”

“That makes Brigale a better friend than you. He killed that man without hesitation. He killed him for me.”

“How does that make him a better friend? It only makes him more cold hearted than me. It says nothing about his friendship.”

“Yes it does. He’s more of a friend because he won’t let the man who hurt me live.”

“I’m not your friend.”

“No you aren’t.”

“I’m telling you, I’m not. I’m your lover, you stupid son of a bitch. I would kill anyone you told me to, if it was your direct command. You ask me to kill for you, and I won’t.”

“What’s the fucking difference, you imbecile?”

“The fucking difference is that I love you enough to do whatever you tell me to, but the fact that you only ask, and don’t command, means that you love me too. You love me enough to not be willing to sacrifice my humanity by driving me to murder. Brigale does not. You may love him enough to never ask him to commit murder, but he does not retain enough humanity to be affected by it.”

Polinues stopped struggling and stared up at Leyjen, astounded. Leyjen took that as a sign that the fight was over with and rose to his feet. He turned his back on the teen, hearing Polinues sit up on the floor and stare at him.

His voice was quiet when he finally asked,
“So, what you are saying is that you love me enough to commit murder for me. But you will only do it if I command you to do it. And if I command you to murder someone it means that you will lose a part of your humanity. So the only way around that is to kill someone in a fair-ish fight to the death? And then only after you’ve offered them to turn themselves in?”

“Yes.”

“And you think that Brigale’s humanity is so little that he does not suffer from committing murder?”

“Yes. He has seen so much death, so much murder, that his humanity has been marred for life.”

“And you think that I love him more than you because I don’t ask him to kill someone for me.”

“It feels that way sometimes. You never call him a servant, or order him about like a dog, or ask him to kill people for you. You never kick him when you’re angry, or fight him like a gladiator on Impeachment Day. You never behave like a spoilt little brat around him.”

Leyjen cried out in pain as Polinues’ body crashed into his back, making him fall across his desk, scattering his neatly stacked books and papers on the floor, his face colliding with the dark wood hard enough to split the inside of his cheek on his teeth.

“I don’t do those things to him because I love him less than you. I do those things to you because I live for you. You drive me crazy with jealousy and possessiveness. You are my life. Like you said, I am your burden, as you are mine. You will be the death of me, Leyjen Shaoir, and I know that I will be your downfall.”

Polinues growled into Leyjen’s ear, thrusting his throbbing erection against Leyjen’s ass, making the elder cleric groan.
A madness overtook Polinues’ mind as he raged on, his hands seeming to gain a life of their own as he pulled the skirts of Leyjen’s robes up, and tore the linen trousers open.

“I have given you everything that I am, every breath that I have taken I have taken in your name, and yet you’ve pushed me away. Time and time again, you’ve pushed me away, taking someone else over me. I won’t have it any longer. You belong to me, Leyjen, as I belong to you. Now I order you. I command you. Take me.”

“No.” Leyjen moaned, involuntarily thrusting his backside against Polinues’ clothed erection.
Polinues grabbed the muscular ass and squeezed, making Leyjen arch his back and push back.

“You like it that way?” Polinues said with malice, and pulled his own cock out, thrusting between Leyjen’s cheeks.

Leyjen groaned even louder, pushing back against the teen and Polinues gasped as he felt the wetness around Leyjen’s entrance.
Leyjen realized his mistake a moment too late, Polinues grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face back down on the desk when he tried to rise.

“No, please, don’t…” Leyjen tried to object, but the words died on his lips, as Polinues spoke.

“You’re a brisner.” He whispered, instinctively he traced one thumb down Leyjen’s moist crack until he pressed against the round pucker and Leyjen bit his own wrist to keep quiet.
Polinues watched with fascination as his thumb sank inside Leyjen’s body, the cleric arching his back and pushing back. Polinues withdrew his thumb, and grabbing his aching cock he pressed the blunt head against the tight opening, making Leyjen gasp.

“No, no, no, not like that… Please, you have to prepare me.” Leyjen moaned, as the head of his cock breached the first ring of muscles.
Polinues gasped with the almost painful sensation, but his anger was still seething just below the surface, and with a hard thrust he sank in deeper, making Leyjen cry out, and himself hiss with pain.

“You called me a whore before. Now you shut up and take it like the whore I know you to be.” Polinues said, his breath ghosting over Leyjen’s neck, his teeth sinking into the exposed nape.
Polinues thrust deeper, sinking slowly in to the roots, the sensation almost too much for him. He could feel Leyjen get more aroused with every thrust, the mositure increasing to ease the movement, and soon Polinues was thrusting into the tight heat with bonejarring eagerness, Leyjen writhing on the desk beneath him.
Leyjen grasped the edges of his desk in a whiteknuckled grip, stuffing his other wrist between his teeth to keep from screaming.

The painfilled pleasure was whitehot behind his eyelids, while his mind fought to stay cohesive, only to explode into a hundred different directions when he felt Polinues sink in to his body to the roots.

All at once he wondered if the door had been locked or if anyone could walk in at any moment, whether half the household was right at this moment standing outside his door listening in.
He thought of Amraeen pounding into his thin body, the azure eyes ablaze with happiness and pleasure, and of the man who had intended to rape him when he was only eight summers old. And of how that man’s son now looked at Leyjen whenever they met.
He wondered if he would be able to deny Polinues this pleasure ever again, and how long he would be able to restrain himself from taking Polinues this way.
He thought that this was it, the war was lost now, no matter what he did to rectify his mistake.
And that he would never again be allowed to lay on his back, staring up into those radiating azure eyes, while Amraeen plundered his ass with ferocious thrusts, while they drank each other’s blood.

With a muffled scream Leyjen came in thick hot spurts in his trousers, his cock trapped between the wood of the desk and Leyjen’s body.

Polinues mewled as he felt Leyjen’s orgasm rise through his body, the round muscle spasming around him.
He was right at the edge himself, so close he could taste it, and on a whim he grabbed a fistful of Leyjen’s hair, yanking his head back, grabbing hold of Leyjen’s belt with his other hand, and rammed into Leyjen as hard as he physically could.
Leyjen kept moaning, his entire body shaking with the ongoing orgasm, and after a few more minutes Polinues felt the familiar heat rise up his spine, to explode in his head.
With stars bursting behind his eyelids, Polinues milked himself into Leyjen’s shivering body, every muscle in his body clenching hard enough to be nearing the painful.

Polinues sank ontop of Leyjen, their knees giving out at the same time and together they tumbled to the floor, Polinues’ cock slipping out of Leyjen’s hole.

“So, you do like it that way.” Polinues moaned, gasping to catch his breath, as he curled up against Leyjen’s body, a hand reaching up to touch his face.
Leyjen jerked away from the thin fingers that stroked his cheek, but Polinues felt the tears.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I fought you. I’m sorry.” Polinues babbled as he rose to his knees, and forced Leyjen to look up at him.

A sob racked through his chest before he got a hold on himself, and with anger in his eyes, Leyjen answered.
“Yes. I like it that way when it is done with love, not violence. I like to be dominated, but not by someone who thinks it’s a show of power.”

“What do you mean?”

“To dominate someone is an act of trust. I willingly lay my life in your hands, if you will dominate me with love. What you just did was violence. The same kind of violence that Tisék used against me for years. You may just have proven my fucking point.”

Polinues jumped to his feet, a little unsteady, and stumbled to the door, his heart breaking and scattering over the floor as he ran.
Leyjen slammed him into the door before he could open it, and spinning him around claimed his lips in a demanding kiss.
Polinues crumbled, giving into Leyjen completely, so completely that when Leyjen broke the kiss, Polinues cried out as if a part of his own body had been torn away.

“Do you love me, Polinues?”

“Yes. Leyjen. I love you more than anything or anyone in this world. I love you more than I love myself.”

“Then why would you force yourself on me, like this?”

“I don’t know. I felt I needed to prove something to you. I needed to show you that I am stronger than you, that I love you more than you love me. That I hate myself more than you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. Not in any way. I hate the hold we have on each other, the bond that binds us so tightly to each other, but only because it was not forged by us, but the Gods. I have no control over our destiny, and yet I feel as if I’m failing you with every breath that I take. And to love someone should never be a competition. Love is something to be grown together, not to use to overshadow the other person.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t control myself. Also when I felt the wetness… how can you be a brisner? They are only found in Senizja.”

“Somewhere in my mother’s family there must be a person from Senizja. It’s the only explanation. The trait is passed down from generation to generation, and when my mother became pregnant by a man who’s family also comes from Senizja the trait appeared.”

Leyjen leaned over the teen and claimed his lips again in a softer, gentler kiss, his hands roaming slowly down to Polinues’ belt, undoing the laces of his surcoat as he went.
Polinues moaned into his mouth, opening up for more, and parting his thighs to let Leyjen’s thigh press against his crotch.
Leyjen moaned as he felt the hardness of the teen’s erection against his thigh, a little jealous of the quick recovery.

With only a momentary hesitation Leyjen reached behind Polinues and locked the bedroom door, before he lead the teen to his bed, whispering to him as they sank down on the bed.
“If I show you how, will you be satisfied with this? Will you stop asking me to fuck you?”

Polinues didn’t answer, instead he nodded his head, claiming Leyjen’s lips for himself, and hurriedly unlaced the robes and the torn trousers.
Leyjen just barely had enough sense to cast a silencing spell on the room, before he gave into his lust for the fourteen summers old teen.