Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 38.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #38. Love at long last.

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: Mostly just gratuitous sex, with a little plot.

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Chapter 38. Love at long last.

Cresting the small rise above the main road Leyjen pulled his hood down and stared down at the old executioner’s cottage at the edge of the forest.
He had seen smoke from the main road and his heart had jumped, without a word he’d turned off the road and started climbing the hill, fear and elation fighting to see which would come out on top. He had tried to convince himself that the cottage was on fire, even though he knew white was not the right colour of smoke, the thin whisps were issuing from the chimney.

The wagon outside the cottage was old, but extremely well cared for, the huge draft horse grazing on the further side of the overgrown road was equally well tended. Two small girls were chasing butterflies beside the cottage, while a man with massive muscles carried boxes and trunks into the house. A much smaller woman ran back and forth between cottage and wagon, issuing orders and handing small sacks and bags to a boy of about eleven, who eagerly carried all he was given into the house, following his mother.

“What are you doing?”
Polinues’ voice was deeper than it had been at the beginning of the year, it still cracked on occasion, but it had finally settled itself in a deep heavy baritone, slightly higher than his father’s but lower and darker than one would expect when looking at the teen.

“Nothing. I just got curious when I saw the smoke. I got scared that the cottage was on fire.”
Leyjen was careful to keep his voice neutral, pulling his hood up to hide his face.
Polinues huffed disbelieving and eyed Leyjen out of the shadows of his hood, but quickly changed his tone when Leyjen frowned.

“So, there’s a new executioner in town.”

“Looks like it. I’m just surprised that they’re moving into the old cottage. It’s been empty for so long.”

“Isn’t it the only executioner’s cottage around here? Last time they had an execution in town they brought over the hangman from the city.”

“That’s right. I’d forgotten that Amraeen only rented it from the town council. The old hangman didn’t have any children.”

“Were you hoping he was back?”

“Don’t start, Polinues, please.” Leyjen said quietly, turning away from the cottage.

Polinues stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, his tone apologetic.
“I’m not trying to start anything. It was just meant to be a question. I always get a little jealous when I catch you thinking about Amraeen.”

“It was just a fool’s hope, Polinues. You’re too easily worried, kid.”

Polinues flashed a smile which did not reach his eyes, then turned his gaze back to the cottage.
“That’s pretty.”

Leyjen turned around at the shamelessly lustful tone in Polinues’ voice, but it took him a moment to see what Polinues saw, because the muscular executioner was blocking the view.

The tall man pulled a large chest off the wagon and headed indoors again, from behind him there appeared a tall teen, slightly older than Polinues, broad shouldered and dark haired.
The boy was holding a couple of large sacks, staring up at the hilltop where the two clerics stood.
The tight, sleeveless tunic he wore showed every contour of his body, and the worn leather breeches hugged his muscular legs almost indecently tight.

Leyjen twitched when he noticed Polinues lick his lips.
“Come on. Let’s get a move on before the others start missing us.” Leyjen said, pulling on Polinues’ sleeve, and heading back down the hill towards the main road.

Polinues smiled down at the executioner’s son, who raised his hand in a salute with a small smile. Polinues waved back before he turned away and followed Leyjen.

The group they had gone with to the village had only gotten a short way ahead of them, and they quickly caught up.
Leyjen hid inside the cowl of his robes as they walked back to the Temples, only answering Polinues’ chatter with single syllable mutterings. It took Polinues almost a kilometer to realize what he had done to upset Leyjen.
As much as he wanted to apologize, dinner and evening prayers got in the way, and he didn’t see Leyjen until the next day when the carriage came to take them home to Castle Marines for Polinues’ one week vacation before his Life Day.


Leyjen fought the urge to stare at the teen as Polinues stripped off his ash grey robe, and stuffed it unceremoniously into a rucksack, then rifling through Leyjen’s knapsack pulled out a soft linen tunic, and a pair of well worn brown leather breeches.
Polinues fell back into the seat of the carriage, tugging at the laces of his linen trousers, Leyjen biting his lip hard enough to bleed when the half naked boy accidentally rubbed up against his side.

Leyjen was still upset about Polinues’ reactions to the executioner’s son two days before, and had even stooped as low as allowing himself to stew over the silly remark. By now he had worked himself up in to a bit of a tantrum, and had refused to so much as acknowledge Polinues’ presence in the carriage when they had set out.
When Polinues had slipped into the elder cleric’s bed at the inn during the night, Leyjen had physically kicked Polinues out of it.
The second day in the tight confines of the carriage was wearing Leyjen’s reserve thin, and his conscience was gnawing at his insides over the kick he’d delivered under the sheets.
With his heart racing Leyjen struggled to keep his eyes fixed on the scenery outside the carriage window, even though he knew it as well as his own backpocket.

Out of the corner of his eye Leyjen caught a glimpse of the delectable, soft skin of Polinues’s thighs as the boy stood up again, bending over the knapsack on the seat opposite, muttering,
“Where the Hell did you hide my underpants?”

Before he could stop himself Leyjen looked around, and was greeted by Polinues’s fully exposed, pale backside. He groaned loudly, shifting in his seat, as most of the blood in his body took a nose dive southbound.
The tight confines of the carriage did not make it easier to resist the teen, who wasn’t helping matters much himself.

Leyjen shut his eyes, turning away, but heard a soft snicker and became wise to the boy’s games.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you, you little shit?” Leyjen growled, looking at him.

Polinues nodded with a decidedly wicked grin on his face, looking over his shoulder he wiggled his backside in Leyjen’s face, and chuckled,
“Come on. You know you want to. Quick and dirty, just the way you like it.”

“Shut up and sit down!”

Leyjen winced at the sting in his palm, the rosy mark on Polinues’s ass cheek darkening rapidly, and the almost fifteen summers old moaned, bracing himself against the seat opposite Leyjen.

“Again.” he moaned, and Leyjen complied.

After five more hard slaps Polinues was shaking, Leyjen’s cock was straining against the linen of his trousers, and Polinues sank down into the elder clerics lap, languidly wriggling his ass against the white robes.

“Stop, please, I’m begging you. I’m not going to fuck you in the carriage. Not a chance. I’ve told you, I won’t fuck you, period” Leyjen gasped, thrusting his hips up to get as much friction as he could, wrapping his arms around Polinues, running his fingers over his chest and down until he found the teen’s straining cock, he drew a long hard moan from Polinues as he wrapped his fingers around the still growing length and began stroking it, hard and frantic.

There was less than five kilometers to go before they reached the castle but Leyjen did not think they had enough time to play such games.

Polinues was the one begging now, pushing his ass down against the thick skirt of Leyjen’s robes, barely feeling the aching erection underneath, moaning the elder cleric’s name.

Leyjen nibbled at the back of his shoulder, the fingers of his left hand tracing light patterns over the teen’s chest until they found his mouth, and Leyjen whispered,
“Wet them. I’ll give you more, you little whore.”

Polinues obeyed, moaning around the fingers, coating them with saliva, beads of sweat running down his chest.
Leyjen squeezed the teen’s cock hard, as he slid his left hand underneath the boy, and rubbed the puckered skin at his entrance.
Polinues bucked into Leyjen, a silent cry on his lips, then he pushed down against the finger eagerly, hungrier than ever.

Leyjen had to pull up every ounce of self control he had not to throw the boy down and fuck him right there.
He found a soft spot on the boy’s shoulder, and began to suckle the skin as he pushed his middle finger into the tight ring of muscle.

Polinues was gripping the side and the back of the seat with trembling hands, incoherently begging for more.

Leyjen sank in to the first knuckle, lapping at the purple love bite he’d made on the teen’s shoulder, Polinues pushed down forcing the finger in to the second knuckle, and the boy whined,
“It hurts… no. More, no, more. Please, stop… no… more… Leyjen” the name whispered out of him as his cock twitched, his balls tightenend, and he came in violent convulsions, the heat from his flushed body driving Leyjen crazy.

Leyjen pulled his finger free, and hugged the boy close to his chest, Polinues pulling Leyjen’s right hand to his mouth, and to Leyjen’s undoing began to lick his own semen off Leyjen’s fingers.
Leyjen’s cock throbbed painfully underneath the teen, and Polinues wriggled his hips a little.

“You’re still hard.”

“Of course I fucking am! How could I not be, after that little show?”

“Want me to fix it?” Polinues purred, lithe muscles twisted in Leyjen’s grasp and the boy was on his knees, pushing Leyjen’s thighs apart and pulling the skirts of his robes up to his waist at the same time.
Leyjen tried to stop him, but the flushed face, the full red lips and the pulse of the boy’s blood in his jugular, made him sink down on the seat, thrusting his hips forward to ease the access.

Polinues let out a faint sound of surprise as he pulled Leyjen’s throbbing cock out of the fly of his linen trousers, the size was daunting to the teen, whom had never before been allowed such a close look. He had of course caught glimpses in the bathing halls, or when he ‘accidentally’ walked in on a newly awakened Leyjen, or when he stroked Leyjen to a screaming orgasm while fucking him, but he had never seen it so close.

Leyjen reached down to stop the boy, to finish himself off, but a persistant hand pushed him away, and Leyjen swallowed his own scream as the tight warmth of Polinues’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. Polinues could not take much of him in, but the clumsy skill the boy showed was more than adequate.

Leyjen’s mind raced as he gave into the pleasure of that tight warmth.

Oh, god, what am I doing? Yes, right there, oh, yes, there, there, perfect. Shit, Polinues, what are you doing, we’re screwed, the both of us, this is so wrong…But it feels so right…My father’s going to kill me…Just like that. Oh, Ilithil.

Before long Leyjen was squirming on the seat, struggling against the urge to grab Polinues’s hair and thrust up into that tight wetness.

Polinues sucked him hard, rubbing his tongue against the underside of the cock, teasing the slit as he sucked the head, then sliding back down, winced in pain as Leyjen grabbed a handful of his hair, rasping,
“Stop, stop, please, I’m coming…”

Polinues sank the cock as deep as he could into his mouth, pulling against the hand in his hair, sucking harder, his thumb instinctively rubbing at the base of the cock. Leyjen let out a ragged cry, his cock pulsed erraticly, and thick hot spurts of come flooded Polinues’s mouth.
Polinues moaned deep in his chest at the heavy taste of opium exploding over his palate. The boy struggled to swallow, Leyjen’s hips thrusting upwards, a few drops spilled out of the corner of his mouth and ran down his chin, the flaccid cock slipping out from between his lips and satisfied with himself, Polinues stared up at Leyjen’s flushed face.

Leyjen’s eyes were pure molten gold, the pupils and the whites had completely disappeared, the thick auburn mane had darkened to a deeper red, and Leyjen’s skin seemed to glow with a light from within, a dark light.

Leyjen stared down at Polinues, his mind utterly blank.
The rosy cheeks, the bloodfilled red lips, swollen from the effort, the thin chest that was rapidly changing, and the sweat soaked hair clinging to his forehead, all such blatant signs of utter sinful bliss. And each one only made him love the teen that much more.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Ilithil?”

“The other day. When I saw the executioner’s son. I didn’t realize you might feel hurt by what I said about him. I don’t think sometimes, I just say what comes into my head without thinking about how it might affect you.”

“I forgive you, Ilithil. It doesn’t matter. He did look pretty cute, at least from that distance.”

Bending over the boy, Leyjen licked the drops of semen from the boy’s chin, up to his mouth, and kissed him long and deep.

When they came back up for air, Leyjen patted him on the cheek, whispering,
“Now get dressed, we don’t want to show up at the castle looking like this. You are so perfect, Ilithil.”

Polinues only smiled, sitting down on the seat, next to Leyjen, who tried to pull himself back into order, the robes crinkled and disorderly.
Polinues pulled an old tunic out of Leyjen’s bag, and tried his best to wipe the dry semen off his abdomen, before he pulled the linen tunic over his head, and pulled on the underpants, followed by the breeches.

The carriage rumbled through the gates of the Castle Marines as Polinues tucked his feet into his soft leather moccasins, Leyjen still trying to fix his robes so he would look at least half presentable, he was feeling a little irritated by the fact that he, as an anointed Temple Cleric, was not allowed to shed his robes while at home on holiday, like Polinues was.
Despite being made from light cotton, the summer robes were still many layered and could become stifling in the midsummer heat.

The carriage had barely come to a full stop before Polinues jumped out of the carriage, and running across the courtyard he shouted to the Lady Marines where she stood on the front steps,
“Hallo, Mama!”
before he barrelled down the path towards the knight’s training grounds. Leyjen stepped out of the wagon watching the boy, the Lady of the Castle coming up beside him.

When Polinues was about half way to the training grounds, a tall, black haired young man dropped his sword and shield, and bolted to meet the novice.
The long legged youth was faster and bending forwards he tackled Polinues to the ground and the two rolled around in the dirt like a couple of playful puppies.

“Wow, Brigale’s grown since I saw him last.” Leyjen muttered to the Lady, before turning and greeting her properly, the Lady smiling faintly as she answered,
“Yes. He’s sprouted like a weed in the last few months, and lately he’s been gaining bulk faster than anyone I have ever seen. He’s the same height as you now, if not slightly taller.”

Leyjen whistled long and low, arching his eyebrows in surprise.

“Welcome home, Leyjen. I only wanted to warn you that Arlathi is home already. Please do your best to keep Polinues away from him. I’ve warned Arlathi to stay away as well, but you know how he can get.” Charlotta spoke in a quiet monotone, her grey eyes stormy and a frownline appeared on her forehead that Leyjen could not remember being there before.

“Of course, m’Lady. I’ll make sure Polinues stays on his best behaviour. But let me warn you, with all due respect m’Lady, he’s not going to be happy about this. He keeps his side of the bargain without failure, and yet Lord Wrailan keeps making exceptions for Arlathi. Polinues will cry foul over this, and truthfully I find it unfair.”
Leyjen bowed slightly as he spoke, carefully keeping his tone respectful and low.

Charlotta turned to him with blazing eyes, and when she answered Leyjen felt a cold chill run down his spine.
“That may be, Leyjen, but you would do well to remember your place at this house. Lord Wrailan does as he thinks best, and those who are beneath him should think carefully before they speak. And that includes our sons.”

Leyjen bowed more deeply, averting his eyes to the ground as he righted himself, and the Lady Marines turned on her heel and entered the house with a flurry of massive skirts.
Leyjen felt his heart beat heavily and for a few moments his chest felt tight. There had been a badly veiled threat in his mistress’ words, a threat not only aimed at himself but at Polinues as well.
Shouts of glee echoed through the courtyard as the friends playfully battled each other, Polinues waving at Leyjen and ignoring Leyjen’s shouts about helping with their bags.
Leyjen gave up and began carrying their packs up to their rooms, thankful that Belnsair had moved away almost two years ago.

Belnsair had been married rather quickly to the daughter of a knight in Lord Marines’ army, a knight who had died in battle a couple of years earlier.
The girl was an only child so Belnsair had taken over the knight’s estate and moved in to the manor with his wife and mother in law.
Their first child, a son, had been born dangerously soon after the wedding, but the gossip had been squashed almost instantly because gossipping about the ThainKnight’s heir apparent could only get one into trouble.
Especially when said heir would inherit the lordship over most of Tharsirium and become the most powerful knight in the Chaste of Far’yond.
Even though they always tried their best to avoid each other when both were at the Castle, Leyjen felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders when Belnsair had moved away, because now he didn’t have to worry about running into the knight.
Belnsair tried to only attend the most important family gatherings, with his wife and two children, but the household knew that Leyjen was the real reason he avoided the Castle Marines as much as he could.

After carrying Polinues’s rucksack, his book bag and his small trunk to the teen’s room, Leyjen became painfully aware of someone watching him while he was unpacking Polinues’s things.
Turning around from the bookcase he noticed that the doors to the twin’s former playroom was slightly ajar.

The playroom, while still called that, had been converted to a library and study room once both twins had entered their respective studies but neither one used it very much, except for perhaps the library.
The twins’ respective bedrooms were the furthest away from the playroom on either side, next came a dressing room, then their private studies, and finally a small sitting room, where Leyjen was currently putting away some books.
As Leyjen stared at the small opening a pasty face came into view quickly, but pulled away with a curse when it noticed that Leyjen was staring right at it.

“Arlathi, is that you?” Leyjen asked, careful not to let the irritation in his voice through.

The pasty youth cursed again, before stepping through the doorway, and smiling pretentiously, leaned against the doorframe.
“Isn’t Polinues with you?”

“Yes, he’s out in the court with Brigale. I see you’ve been allowed home sooner than usual. How is your Master?” Leyjen sighed inwardly, taking note of the fact that Arlathi was wearing civilian clothes, and not his wizard’s robe.

“He’s fine, as far as I know, I fired him a couple of months back. Father is trying to get another wizard from Alyhandra to come and teach me at home.”

Leyjen turned away quickly to hide his grin, pretty certain that the wizard had kicked Arlathi out and not the other way around.
Once he got himself under control again he turned back to the boy, and tried to make up some excuse to leave him, but his mind went a little blank.
Arlathi had moved himself to a chair near the fireplace and was leafing through a blue leather bound book, Polinues’s personal journal, which Leyjen had carelessly left on a table.


Just how identical the twins were was striking, especially when their opposite personalities were considered.

Arlathi had been born first, making him the middle son of the family, and Polinues the youngest, but the hedge witch and the midwife that had delivered the twins had gotten confused, and the boys were switched. Which wasn’t all that strange for both women had been very upset because Polinues had been a breech birth and had been choked during birth by his umbilical cord.
It had only been for the hedge witch’s quick reactions and skills that the boy had been saved.
As was customary in Far’yond, the second son had been sent to the Temples to become a cleric, and the youngest to a master mage to become a mage.
The oldest son of a knight became a knight without exception.

Usually the youngest son was born with natural magickal abilities and of those Polinues had plenty, but Arlathi sadly did not possess an ounce of them.
Being the middle son made him more attuned to the Gods and so any prayer the boy uttered was granted almost instantly. Magick on the other hand, eluded him with exceptional skill.
At the age of 15, the boy couldn’t even master the simplest spells.
He had already been put to study with the greatest wizards in the Thaindom, but none had managed to squeeze the slightest magickal trick out of him.
That Lord Marines had resorted to seeking a mage from the coastal city of Alyhandra, almost on the other side of the country, told Leyjen that the Lord was getting desperate.

Leyjen was himself a mage, in secret, and had been honing Polinues’s unbelievable skills in secret at the Temples for the past eight years.
Polinues had shown that he could control his powers somewhat at the early age of four, which alone was amazing.

Leyjen studied Arlathi with mounting irritation, taking in the vast difference between the twins.

Down from the thick brown hair which Arlathi had cut and styled by the latest fashion, where Polinues let it grow freely down to his shoulders, to the pimpled face, the pouty lips and the carefully manicured hands.
Polinues had thankfully been free of acne throughout his puberty, and his hands were already scarred and calloused from the physical work he did at the Temples, his fingernails short and usually dark with dirt.

Arlathi always dressed in the latest fashion, more often than not it failed miserably on him, for he carried his head too high when around those lesser than him, but around his father or mother and those of higher social rank he grovelled and adulated without exception.
Where Polinues was considerate, modest and caring to those less fortunate, Arlathi was the perfect opposite.

It irked Leyjen to no end that he had to bow and curtsy to the teen, just because he had been born the son of a maid of the household, when in truth his father had been a noble lord of great wealth and power and higher standing than Lord Wrailan.


“Is he still going on about this stupid nonsense that he’s the rightful mage?”

Arlathi’s voice grated on Leyjen’s nerves and the cleric snatched the journal from the teen’s hands, hissing,
“Give me that, you snivelling brat! This is his journal, it’s not for your eyes. Now get the fuck out before I smack the stupid out of you.” Leyjen raised the journal in the air, to emphasise his empty threat.

“You can’t talk to me like that. I’m your master, you’re supposed to do what I tell you.” the teen screamed back, jumping to his feet, the ever present priggishness gushing up.

“Oh, go fuck yourself. I have only one master in this house, Arlathi, and you ain’t it.”

“I’m telling Father.” the teen turned to leave, but Leyjen grabbed his arm, hard enough to bruise, and whispered menacing into the boy’s ear,
“He isn’t my master either. You will tell him nothing or I will make your brother turn you into a squirrel while you sleep.”

“Who’s your master if it isn’t Father?” the boy’s voice trembled, in his mind there was no higher authority at the castle than his father, save perhaps his mother.

“Polinues is my master.” Leyjen hissed back, and pushed the teen towards the doors to the playroom.

Stumbling out of the room Arlathi slammed the door shut behind himself, and Leyjen could hear him run across the playroom and slam another set of doors.

“I would prefer it, if you did not threaten my children while you stay under my roof.” The deep baritone of the Lord Marines made Leyjen jump, and he twirled around on his heel.
Bowing deeply Leyjen greeted his benefactor and blushing answered him,
“I’m sorry, m’Lord, the young master just should know better. I have only one Lord in this house.”

“Really? And who is that, might I ask?”

“You of course, m’Lord.” Leyjen looked at the floor, hoping his cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“You would do well to remember that. I took you in for my wife’s sake when your mother died. If I’d had my way, you would have been sent to the poor house. You are right, Arlathi is not your master and he should know well enough to leave his brother alone. I suppose he told you, he managed to blow up his master’s workshop. The poor man still has purple hair, and cannot sleep except on his stomach.”

“No, m’Lord, he told me he had fired the wizard and that you were calling in another master mage from Alyhandra.” The lord chuckled,

“Well, he certainly fired something. Master mage Perthor is the only one who would take him on as an apprentice. If that does not work out, I do not know what I will do.”

The lord turned to leave the room, stopping in the doorway, he looked Leyjen over, saying before he left,
“Anyways, welcome home, Leyjen. And please go outside and see if you can find Polinues and Brigale before dinner.”
Leyjen bowed, and went to put the journal in its usual hiding place before going to look for the two teens.


He found them down by the shore of the Peolin Sea. The two had waded out into the lake a short way, and were wrestling in the thigh deep water.
Polinues’ screeching echoed out over the lake, as Brigale lifted him up on his shoulder and then let himself fall backwards, Polinues face planting into the chill water.

“Monkey and Weasel. Get out of there, it’s almost time for dinner.” Leyjen called to them, laughing inwardly at their playfulness.
Brigale was the first to the shore, and before Leyjen could stop him, the black haired youth jumped on him, and squeezed him hard, shaking him like a doll.

“By the Dragons, you’ve grown up since I saw you last.” Leyjen exclaimed, realizing that he did indeed need to look up an inch or two to look the youth in the eyes.
Last time they had met, at Lanja’s wedding, Brigale had still been slightly shorter.
Brigale smiled broad, a perfect, straight row of pearly white teeth nearly blinding the cleric.

The black eyes glinted playfully, and the tyro knight puffed out his chest, stretching himself so he was just visibly taller than Leyjen, and said with mock horror,
“I think you’ve shrunk, Leyjen, you should have that looked at.”

Leyjen couldn’t help but laugh, and pushed the youth so hard that he staggered backwards into the lake and fell on his back.
Polinues picked him up, as he waded past, and together they shook themselves like dogs, laughing constantly.

After an hour of work, Leyjen got the two teens to the castle, just barely in time for dinner, the two of them dirty from head to toe.
After dinner, he chased them out to the grove of weeping willows by the shore of the Peolin Sea, and there they spent the twilight hours.
As the twin suns sank down behind the eastern horizon, Leyjen found himself lying on his stomach on a large branch of one of the oldest trees, watching the sunset, pondering the charge he had been given over the two boys when Brigale had come to the castle.

Leyjen had found out within the first hour of that charge, that the two friends were harder to handle than a battalion, one thousand strong, of drunk, pissed off orcs.
Not that he had ever been in charge of one thousand, drunk and pissed off orcs, but sometimes he liked to imagine that it would be an easier duty, since the two boys were quite the handful.
The two teens looked for him for a while, calling for him to come inside, Brigale giving up first and taking off towardst the castle and bed, but Polinues walked deeper into the grove calling for Leyjen.
Eventually Polinues found him, and climbing into the tree, sat down on the branch behind Leyjen

“What are you thinking about?” the teen kicked the back of Leyjen’s leg softly, the cleric not moving.

“You two. Why the hell your father ever thought it was a good idea to put me in charge of you two. I mean, you are both crazier than badgers, never listen to me, and if I do manage to get you to listen, you twist my words around until it sounds like I told you to go and make whatever mischief you’re up to.”

Polinues laughed brightly,
“Father thought you were such an excellent influence, that we might actually listen to you. Either that, or he figured that we’re so out of hand, that you were most likely to be able to do some damage control.”

Leyjen found himself laughing at that, the boy was right, although his father was so horribly wrong. With a quiet sigh Leyjen sat up and leaned back, pinning Polinues between himself and the tree, Polinues wrapping his arms around Leyjen’s shoulders, and then long slender fingers around his throat.
Leyjen moaned as Polinues squeezed his throat gently, restricting his ability to breathe.

“Don’t. Not now, Ilithil. Not here. If we don’t get moving soon the sentries will come looking for us.”

“How about I come to your room tonight?” Polinues whispered, licking a slow line up Leyjen’s neck. Leyjen tore free and answered angrily while he jumped down from the branch,

“Don’t be fucking stupid, Polinues. What do you think would happen if we got caught? I told you, we can’t do that again. The risk is too great. We can’t.”

“But I’ve gotten control of the silencing spell. I’ve got it perfectly memorized. And I can maintain it. I kept it up the whole time in the carriage the other day.”

Leyjen didn’t respond, only glared at the over sexed teen and turned towards the castle.


Leyjen jerked out of his sleep, swinging his hand infront of himself, to ward off the dream that still lingered around the room, but made contact with a thin chest instead.

“Ouch, what the hell.” Polinues grunted, grabbing the cleric’s wrist, and pushing the swinging arm down, as he knelt on the bed, straddling Leyjen.

“Are you crazy!! What are you doing in here?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, stupid.”

“Well, get out! Crazy fuck, go to bed! We can’t do this here, what if someone hears us?”

“Noone will hear us, just shut the fuck up, and noone will find out.” Polinues tried to shut his mentor up by kissing him, while tugging the sheets out of the way, until he reached the naked body underneath.

Leyjen tried to squirm away, his nakedness under the sheets suddenly uncomfortable, his cock waking up with a twitch and was at attention in the space of two breaths.
Polinues moaned as his naked crotch finally made contact with the throbbing erection.
He sat down on top of Leyjen and ground his hips, a wicked grin spreading over his lips.
Leyjen gasped, digging his fingers into the thin hips, struggling with the boy for a few moments, his body not really wanting the sensation to end, the sight of Polinues’s pulsing erection bobbing between the pale thighs too much to bear.

Finally Leyjen twisted around, throwing Polinues on the bed and pinning the boy under him.

“Stop this, I’m telling you. Go back to bed, jerk off and go to sleep. We can’t do this here.” He whispered, panting slightly.
But Polinues wasn’t having any of that, and thrust his hips upwards, grinding against Leyjen’s cock, mewling,
“Please. Please. Please.”

“Please what?!”

“Fuck me. It’s my Life Day and I want you. I’m fifteen summers now, so it’s all legal now. Please.” Polinues wrapped his arms around Leyjen’s neck, tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, and thrust again.

Leyjen sank into the invited kiss, grinding his hips into the boy, he couldn’t take this.
Roughly he bit at Polinues’s lower lip, kneading it to plump redness, then bit hard into the boy’s neck.
Alternating bites and kisses he worked his way down to one cherry red nipple, flipping the steel ring up and down with his tongue, Polinues mewled and panted desperately. When Leyjen made his way across the boy’s chest and suckled at the right nipple, Polinues let out a cry of pleasure.
Leyjen stopped abruptly and rose up on all fours above him.

“If you’re going to act like this then you better shut up.” Leyjen growled and jumping out of the bed found a cloth.
Polinues’s eyes grew in alarm when Leyjen climbed back into the bed and gagged him, but he did not object.

Leyjen resumed his work on the nipples, the lithe body under him trembling.
Losing control a little, Leyjen’s bites became harder and harder as he made his way down the boy’s body, licking teasingly around his cock, smirking at the boy’s frantic thrusting.
Leyjen reached for Polinues’s discarded nightshirt on the floor, and tied the boy’s wrists together above his head, before he wrapped his lips around the pink head of Polinues’s cock.
Despite the gag, Polinues groaned audibly, and Leyjen pushed his hips down to restrain him.

The beads of precome leaking from the boy’s cock tasted bitter and sweet at the same time, Leyjen flipped his tongue over the slit, coating it with the boy’s taste, sliding his tongue down the underside he took the boy in to the roots, and hummed.
Polinues tried to thrust up into the warm mouth, and Leyjen had to use his strength to keep the thin hips still.
Leyjen bobbed his head over the cock a few times, Polinues babbling into his gag, and Leyjen could feel that the boy was close.
With speed that caught Polinues off guard, Leyjen rose to his knees and flipped the boy over onto his stomach, then pulled him up on his knees and elbows, his face resting on his wrists, his ass exposed.

Leyjen stroked the soft back soothing, his voice hoarse with lust.
“Relax. You said you wanted me to fuck you. I’m not. But I’m going to give you the second best.”
Polinues relaxed under the clerics soft hands, and wriggling around got himself as comfortable as this posititon could allow.

Leyjen held back the moan as he ran his fingers down the cleft of the boy’s gorgeous pale skinned ass, the dark pucker twitching.
Gripping the round globes hard he flicked his tongue around the pucker, then pressed his tongue flat and licked over it, Polinues shaking with pleasure, pushing his backside against Leyjen.
Leyjen slathered his saliva over the darker patch of skin, twirling his tongue around it, then pushed the tip into the hole, relishing the feeling of Polinues’s trembling muscles under his fingers.
After playing with the hole for a few minutes, Leyjen wetted his middle finger thoroughly, then pressed it into the round muscle.

Polinues resisted for a moment, then the muscle gave way and Leyjen’s finger sank in to the second knuckle. He pulled almost all the way out, then pushed in again, Polinues moaning around his gag, pushing down.
With his other hand, Leyjen grabbed the teen’s balls, and massaged them gently, while working his finger deeper into the boy.
When the muscle stopped resisting the invasion, Leyjen pulled his finger out, spitting more saliva into the hole, then pressed two fingers in.
Polinues’s back arched, trying to pull away, but with a hand on the boy’s hip, Leyjen stayed his movement, pushing both fingers in as far as he could.

Pressing his fingers against the inner wall, Leyjen worked his fingers in and out of the tight ass, until he found the hard nib deep inside the teen. Pressing down on the boy’s prostate, Leyjen chuckled wickedly, as Polinues bucked and thrashed, not knowing which way to go, away from or into the touch. L
eyjen rubbed the spot hard, reaching around to the boy’s front, wrapping his fingers around the aching cock, and started pumping it, in time with his thrusting fingers.
His own cock was leaking precome, twitching with desire.
After only five minutes the tight ring of muscle clenched painfully around Leyjen’s fingers, and with a half muted cry Polinues came, shuddering violently.
Leyjen squeezed his cock, milking the last drops out of Polinues.

When the boy finished Leyjen withdrew his fingers and pulled the boy into his lap, Polinues falling into his chest almost limp with pleasure.
Leyjen’s cock fit perfectly into the cleft of the teen’s ass, and grinding fast and frantic, Leyjen reach his climax in a matter of a few minutes.

Both of them panting heavily, they collapsed onto the bed, Leyjen pulling the restraints and the gag off Polinues almost as an afterthought.

Polinues was shivering when he molded himself to Leyjen’s side, and nibbling at the cleric's earlobe whispered, hoarse,
“That was perfect.”

Leyjen only managed a grin before they fell asleep wrapped around each other, Leyjen barely managing to wake the boy up before sunrise and send him to his room, before anyone else woke up.

Leyjen lay awake in his bed through the early morning hours, angry with himself that he couldn’t resist the boy’s advances.
As much as he loved that boy this whole thing could come crashing down around them, with deadly force, if they were ever found out.
And Leyjen knew if that were to happen everything would be lost.