Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 43.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #43. Bright Beltane Fires I.

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: Boys will always be boys.

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Chapter 43. Bright Beltane Fires I.

“Tiensin, get back here. We don’t have time for this.”

“Just a minute, I have to get my… my thing. I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Tiensin, come on.” Leyjen shouted after the teen as he disappeared into the Novice’s cloister, and Brigale clapped him on the back.

“At this rate we’re going to get to the city some time next year.” The knight smiled derisively, and Leyjen elbowed him in the side.

“Shut up. He’s just going to get his… well, his thing, whatever it is.”

“It’s a stuffed bear.” Polinues said in a low voice from his seat on the cart, with a wink that meant that they couldn’t tell anyone.

“He still sleeps with a stuffed animal?” Brigale asked with a laugh, and Polinues swatted at his head.

“Shut up, Brigale, or I’ll tell everyone what you sleep with in your bed. Tiensin has nightmares. Something happened to him last year and he hasn’t outgrown his stuffed bear because of that. Just let him get it, Leyjen, and then we’ll get going. Hey, Hylmir. So, you decided to come with us?”

“What happened to him?”

“Shut it, Jorad. It’s none of your business.”

“Hey, you two. I’m only giving you a ride because you asked nicely, Jorad, so the three of you better be on your best fucking behaviour.”

“And if we don’t.”

“I’ll stuff you in a crate and send you back with the couriers.”

Hylmir tossed his small rucksack onto the cart, then climbed in after it.

“Hey’ya. I haven’t been to the city since I was a kid. And seriously, I’ve got to be pretty stupid to pass up an opportunity like this. A Beltane celebration in the city. I’m planning on getting so wasted that you’re all going to have to lug me around like luggage.”
The group on the cart laughed loudly, and little Tiensin stared up at them with a confused smile as he climbed in.

Leyjen got into the driver’s seat and off they went.
At the junction where the old highway turned off into the forest Leyjen reigned in the horse, and Polinues jumped off the cart, to the loud protests of the others.

“I’ll only be a minute.” He shouted back as he ran up the small hill between the new highway and the forest. Stopping there Polinues waved enthusiastically at someone on the other side.

Leaning over the front of the cart Brigale said quietly to Leyjen,
“You know what. I just noticed how grown up he’s gotten. He’s really filled out.”
Leyjen’s arm twitched hard, itching to elbow the knight in the face, but looking around at Polinues Leyjen knew he was right.

Polinues was only ten weeks shy of seventeen now, and he had grown up extremely fast in the past two years.
Now he was only a sight shorter than Leyjen and he had filled out in all the right places, making him that much harder to resist. Not that Leyjen made any real effort at resisting him any longer.

Leyjen’s spine tingled with the thought that Polinues would be taking his turning in two moons, and Leyjen would be forced to preside over him during the ceremony. Leyjen was dreading it with all his heart.
It had been a torture when Polinues was fourteen, this time it might just prove to be too much.
Leyjen felt a twitch in his trousers just at the thought of standing over a half naked Polinues for five hours, and infront of half the population of Tharsirium no less.

“Hey, look. It’s Owain.” Tiensin shouted happily, and jumped up on the cart.
Jorad grumbled something into his chest, and Hylmir slapped him on the back of the head.
“Shut up, Marines. He’s our friend, and he’s coming with us.” Hylmir hissed, and Leyjen turned around with mock anger, shouting loud enough for Polinues and Owain to hear him,
“Hey, kids, don’t make me turn this cart around.”
Owain and Polinues climbed on board and off they went again.

Beltane was three days away, and Leyjen was turning twenty-seven summers.
He was now a year into his seventh stage, a Sanctioned Cleric, which gave him more freedom than the rest of his friends.
On some whim he had obtained leave to go to the city of Kalpartown for the Beltane festival. Included in this leave was Polinues of course, and Hylmir, who was the same age as Leyjen, had gotten a leave as well.
Leyjen had invited Tiensin when he had learned that the boy had never been to the city nor seen the ocean, and permission had been granted by the High Cleric and Tiensin’s father without a second thought.
Brigale had shown up unannounced to come with them, and Polinues had invited Owain for the fun of it.

Jorad had approached them the day before they were to leave, and asked if he could hitch a ride with them, since his parents lived in Kalpartown.
Leyjen had agreed under strict conditions that the older Marines cousin be on his best fucking behaviour. That order was placed on Polinues and Brigale as well, but Leyjen was certain he would be on edge the entire ride, waiting for an explosion.
Thankfully Hylmir was there to keep the peace.

The teenagers were loud and obnoxious, but Leyjen enjoyed the noise because Polinues was never this animated within the Temples and even little Tiensin was louder and more talkative than usual, and his voice cracking in every other sentence made Brigale and Owain laugh like crazy.
The tyro knight had befriended Owain the first time they had met and now they were as if they had been friends all of their lives.

They stopped at a roadside inn halfway to Kalpartown for a late lunch, and sitting around the large table, they stuffed their faces in high spirits when Owain proposed a toast, to the old fart that was taking them on this trip.
Leyjen tossed a bread roll at Owain’s head, missing by half a mile and the hard shelled bread hit Hylmir in the eye instead.
“Oy, noone forced you to come with us, you know. It won’t matter half a hick to me if you go back. Have fun walking home!”

“Wow, someone’s getting awfully sensitive in his old age. Polinues, chop my head off before I get that cranky.”

“I’m not that old. Hylmir is born in the same year as me.”

“Yeah, but I’m born only a week before the Blood moon, so that makes me half a year younger.”

“See, you are an old fart.”

“It’s a good thing too, you see, because now you really can use that cane I got you for your Life Day present.”

“Polinues! Being twenty seven isn’t really that old.”

“I’m not even half that…” Tiensin’s timid voice cut through the ruckus, and everyone turned to stare at him, before every person at the table started laughing so hard their eyes watered.

Except for Leyjen.

Tiensin’s smile broadened with every gasped hoot and holler, and somehow Jorad managed to squeeze out between guffaws,
“He’s right, you know. You were fourteen already by the time he was born.”

Slowly the laughter died out, the five teens struggling to catch their breaths, when Hylmir suddenly gasped, making Leyjen’s face turn a violent shade of crimson,
“Oh, wow, Leyjen, you’re actually old enough to be his father! Is there something you’ve been hiding from us?”

Less than fifteen minutes later the entire group was forcibly escorted from the premises, the group of elves that had been sitting at the adjacent table screaming bloody murder, the innkeeper charging them for the elves’ lunch as well as their own.
An hour later Leyjen stopped the cart beside a small creek so they could wash some of the food off their robes and faces.
Tiensin found breadcrumbs in his underwear, while Brigale stripped down completely naked and sat down in the creek to get some of the ale off his skin.
The rest were not much better.


Leyjen jumped out of the driver’s seat, and slapped Brigale on the back,
“Stop it, you. Give him his bag.” He shouted, and reached a hand out for Jorad’s rucksack.
Polinues and Brigale both blew a raspberry at Jorad, but gave up the bag.
Jorad huffed at them, but bowed curtly at his cousin, turning towards the gate to his father’s townhouse.

“I can get inside by myself, Shaoir.”

“Don’t be stupid, Jorad. I said I’d give you a ride to your father’s house, so you better go to your father’s house. I’m not going to have Father Marines, Lord Marines or any of his brothers jump down my throat because you skipped off somewhere you weren’t supposed to. Ah, afternoon, Sir Marines.”

Jorad’s father nodded at Leyjen, barely acknowledging his existence, as he came down the steps and opened his embrace for his son.
Jorad waved at the teens on the cart, and disappeared up the steps.

“Thank you for driving him home, Shaoir. You will take him back after the festival?”

“Of course, sire. Four days from now, we’ll be here. Happy Beltane, sire. M’Lady.” Leyjen bowed again to the knight and his wife, then jumped up into the driver’s seat again, driving the small cart through the narrow city streets to the hotel where they had reserved rooms a couple of weeks earlier.


“Afternoon, madam. My name is Cleric Leyjen Shaoir. I reserved rooms for me and my company.” Leyjen smiled his brightest as he leaned against the desk, and the tall woman behind it smiled mechanically back, as she scanned over a page in the register.

“Ah, here it is. Cleric Leyjen Shaoir. Three nights. One single bedroom, and two twin rooms.” She said, turning around quickly to grab keys from the large board behind her.
Leyjen hesitated, clearing his throat softly, the woman all but glaring at him as he spoke, and draped an arm over Tiensin’s shoulders,
“Uhm, madam, I’m afraid there was a last minute addition to our party.”

The woman stared down at the small teen, arching an eyebrow as she looked over the group.
“How old is he?”

“I’m thirteen winters, madam.”

“And is one of you his guardian?”

“Not exactly, madam, but I am the oldest and a sixth stage cleric, so he’s under my care. Can’t he sleep in my room?”

“No, Leyjen. This is your Life Day party, so you should get to sleep alone.”

“Can’t we get a mattress on the floor in our room, Madam?”

“No, unfortunately we do not allow that.”

“Do you have a single room available? Just a small one, for me?” Polinues smiled at the woman, and she flipped through the pages of her register with a badly contained frustration.

“I have one, but it is on the second floor, not the fourth like the others. But the minor has to share a room with either one of you sixth stage clerics. I’m guessing the rest of you are all of age.”

“Yes, they are. Those two are twenty and nineteen, and he’s turning seventeen on the Blessing moon.”

“Alright then. I’ll give you both the keys to the room because the minor is not allowed to be here unattended. Then the total is seventeen silver ducats, paid upfront. All additional charges will be paid when you check out.”
Leyjen smiled stiffly and started looking through his money pouch, as Hylmir accepted the keys from the landlady’s hand.

Polinues looked over Leyjen’s shoulder into his money pouch, when he noticed the furrow on Leyjen’s brow, and the quick look confirmed Polinues’ suspicion.
Leyjen only had a few more ducats than the seventeen they were being charged for the rooms.
Without a second thought Polinues pulled a small pouch from one of his pockets and opening it counted out seventeen ducats on the table.

“That’s enough, isn’t it? And here’s one more for you, for being such a lovely hostess.” Polinues smiled, but Leyjen objected.

“No, Polinues, you can’t do that. This was supposed to be my treat. I don’t mind sharing my room with Tiensin. I sleep alone at the Temples all year, so, having someone else in the room will just be fun.”

“No, Leyjen. This is your trip, so the least you can have is a room all to yourself. A room with a soft bed, and proper sheets and all sorts of luxury you don’t get at the Temples. Just shut up, Leyjen and say pretty thank you. Let’s just call it your Life Day present. Don’t fight me on this. Thank you, madam.” The two clerics stared at each other for a few moments, unspoken words passing between them with such intensity that everyone in the room could feel them.

Finally Leyjen looked away and smiled at the hostess,
“Oh, well. Looks like my treat is really my treat.”

The hostess just smiled the same mechanical smile at them and handed over the rest of the keys.

The group started climbing the stairs, but Leyjen and Polinues both turned down the corridor of the second floor, Leyjen waving the other four on ahead, saying,
“You guys go ahead, I just want to see where Polinues’ room is so we won’t lose each other.”

Polinues snickered at the badly worded sentence but walked on ahead down the corridor, a teasing swing in his gait.

Leyjen found himself mesmerized by the suggestive sway of the skirt of his robes as he followed the teen.
Leyjen was so distracted that he walked right into Polinues, when Polinues stopped and pointed,
“Well, here’s my room. Ouch, what’s wrong with you?”

Leyjen blushed as he stepped back, and then followed Polinues into the small room.

“Well, this is nice. I hope my room is this nice.”

“I’m sure it is. And I’m sure it has a great view. Let me change out of my robes and then we’ll go upstairs to your room.”

Polinues wriggled into Leyjen’s arms, and stole a quick kiss, the older cleric smiling down at the teen.
“So, this is why you did this? I’ll pay you back, Polinues, I should have the money by the end of the season, and I’ll pay you back.”

“Stop it. You don’t have to pay me back, at all. I refuse to accept your money.”

“Don’t do that. I want to pay you back, I don’t want your father’s money.”

“It isn’t my father’s money. It’s my money.”

“Which your father gives you. That makes it more or less his.”

“Shit, Leyjen, why do you have to make such a big deal about this. It’s not like you have some rich fucking father who left you a huge fucking inheritance. It’s my stipend.”

“But it can’t be that much. Seventeen ducats is way too steep.”

“No, fuck, Leyjen. Why can’t you just smile and say pretty thank you? I’m a fucking cleric. What the fuck am I going to spend my money on? It’s my stipend, and I’ve got a fat fucking inheritance from Father Marines. Not to mention the bucket loads we inherited from grandmother. I’m fucking loaded and I’ve got nothing to spend it on. Except for you, Leyjen.”
Leyjen opened his mouth to object once again, but the rising anger in Polinues’ eyes stopped him long enough to make him think.

Bowing his head he nodded slowly.
“You’re right. You have nothing to spend it on other than me. Thank you for saving me out there.” Leyjen pulled him in for a kiss, relishing the warmth of Polinues’ body against his own.
Then he pressed his crotch against Polinues’ and smiled wickedly.
“You also did this on purpose, didn’t you? So we could sneak around?” When Polinues’ smiled impishly back, his grey eye sparkling brightly, Leyjen pushed him away in mock anger and scolded,
“You’re naughty. Now strip for me. Let me see you take those frumpy robes off.”

Polinues did not need to be told twice and immediately started pulling his robes off with slow, seductive movements.
Once the cotton robes slipped off his shoulders and fell to the floor, Leyjen smiled, and as he ducked out the door he said,
“That was very nice. See you in a bit.”
And slammed the door behind himself, Polinues shouting something awfully wicked after him.

Leyjen let himself fall onto the soft bed in his room, sighing with pleasure.
The bed was large, and extremely comfortable, even more comfortable than the bed he had at the Castle Marines.
A soft knock on the door made him groan inwardly, but he lifted his head, shouting,

“Come in.” and Tiensin’s little head peeked around the door.

“Hey, Leyjen. Is Polinues getting changed? Oh, wow, is that the ocean?” Leyjen listened to Tiensin’s small feet run across the room, and rolling over onto his stomach he tried to see out the window, but all he saw was dark blue sky.
It was nearing dinner time and his stomach grumbled.

Leyjen crawled out of the fluffy covers on the bed and joined Tiensin by the window.
“Yes, that’s the Askerian sea. You know your geography?”

“Yes. I always get top grades in geography. I want to travel the world when I reach my seventh stage. I want to see Irienja, and the Midway Stones, and the Etherial.”

“Wow, wow. How about you start with Far’yond? That’s big enough. You could start by going to Parsiria and then to the west coast. I’ve been to Alyhandra. I’m pretty sure you’d love it.”

“You’ve been to Alyhandra?” Tiensin asked with quiet awe, staring up at Leyjen.

“There you two are. Wow, that’s a nice view. We’ve got rooms overlooking the parks across the street.” Hylmir came to the window too and the three of them stared out at the sparkling ocean, Tiensin impressing the older men with his fantastic knowledge in geography.

“You alright?” Brigale watched the older man out of the corner of his eye, while Owain tested the bed apprehensively, running his left hand reverently over every surface on his side of the room, hardly daring to put his old worn rucksack down on the footlocker.

“Yeah. It’s just been a very long time since I was in a house this nice. And even then that house wasn’t this nice. And it wasn’t a house, it was a castle.”
Owain finished with a chuckle, unbuttoning his jacket with the hook that replaced his right hand, and Brigale couldn’t help but stare.
Owain shrugged the jacket off, suddenly self conscious under Brigale’s stare.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m just curious, can I see it?” Brigale blushed a little as he pointed at Owain’s arm, and Owain took a step back, a disgusted look passing over his face. Quickly Brigale shook his head and added,

“I mean the harness. Can I see it? I only saw it when Polinues picked it up from the saddlemaker. I’m just curious about how it works when you’ve got it on. And have you gotten used to it?”
Owain smiled shyly, but rolled his shirt sleeve up above the elbow, and lifted his arm for Brigale to look at it.

“I’ve gotten the hang of most things. Like buttons and laces and things like that. Sometimes if feels almost like I’ve never had anything other than this. But then sometimes I forget myself and try to pick up mugs or plates and end up breaking them, or I get tangled up in my sister’s hair, you know just silly things like that.”

“This is so amazing. It doesn’t cause you any discomfort? And what about the axe they made for you? How does that work?”

“I just twist the hook like this, and see, it’s off. The motion is such that I can’t unlock it by accident, so I can do whatever. The axe is fitted with a metal sheath just where the right hand should be, and I have another hook that I didn’t bring with me, but it latches around the shaft and then slides up and down, just like the right hand should do. It’s pretty ingenius, honestly. The harness is lined with this soft linen, and under that there is really good fleece. I just strap it on like this, and it doesn’t move.”

Brigale whistled low, and straightening he smiled, clapping Owain on the shoulder.
“Well, that’s just the most brilliant thing I’ve seen in ages. Since I saw that one eyed sailor with the glass eye, I think.”

Owain laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, but Brigale turned back to his rucksack and stripped off his jerkin, fumbling around for a fresh shirt to wear to dinner.
He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Owain stood still by his bed, smoothing his coarse cotton shirt with his hand, a faint blush in his cheeks.
Brigale upturned his sack on the bed, and tossed a few items around to make it seem like he was really looking for something in particular.

Suddenly he righted himself and huffed,
“Why did I bring this? Hey, Owain, you need a shirt?”

Owain started a little, and started to decline the offered shirt, but Brigale tossed it at him and cut him off,
“Don’t be silly. You can wear that. I’ve got enough clothes for a fortnight. I always pack like I’m moving house.”

Owain stared at the linen shirt, the fabric so soft and well made it felt like silk, and stroking it reverently Owain looked at the knight.
“I’ve never worn something this nice before.”

“Really? You can keep it. It’s old and I never wear it any more. I’ve got far too much of clothes. Better you have it than the maids using it for wash rags. Go ahead. Try it on.”

Brigale watched in awe as Owain stripped off his shirt with amazing dexterity and pulled the black linen over his head.
The shirt was a perfect fit and Brigale smiled inwardly, so he wouldn’t ruin his little scheme.

The shirt was in fact brand new and especially sewn for Owain, by Brigale’s request. The knight had noticed a few moons earlier that Owain had very few items of clothing, and what little he had was old, worn and most of it second hand from his father. So feeling bad about his own good fortune Brigale had cooked up an elaborate scheme to pass on a few items to Owain, under the guise of the clothes being old things from his own closet.

A knock on the door startled them both and Polinues entered with a smile.
“Are you two comparing muscle sizes or what?”

“Shut up, Monkey.”

“Stuff you, Monkey. I’m Weasel. We’re going down to dinner, are you going to come with us?” Polinues flipped Brigale the bird and started to exit the room again, Owain joining him quickly and Brigale followed, making faces at Polinues’ back.
“Hey, I saw that, Brigale.” Leyjen slapped the back of Brigale’s head lightly as he fell in step beside the tyro knight.

“Could you please tell us which one is Weasel and which one is Monkey? I’m getting tired of this argument.” Brigale sighed, elbowing Leyjen in the side.

Leyjen pushed him back and answered with a laugh,
“I have no idea, which is which. I’ve always just thought of you both as both. I don’t like to keep favorites.”

“Right. Likely that he’s not your favorite.” Brigale growled and shoved the cleric hard enough to make him stumble into Hylmir.


Polinues roared as he lunged out of the water and crashed into Tiensin, the boy squealing as he went down in the waves, Brigale faceplanting after them.
Leyjen rolled around on the wet sand laughing so hard he got the hiccups, while Hylmir splashed around in the shallows, trying his best to tackle Owain into the water, but the much larger Owain kept brushing him off with ease.

They had all woken up with the suns and gone to the beach right after breakfast.
Tiensin had run around like a curious puppy, his entire face radiating with happiness and the older boys had all been swept along with his excitement.
The suns were fast approaching high noon, and the five of them had been splashing around in the warm ocean for hours.

Leyjen could feel the freckles popping up all over his face, his olive skin darkening by the minute it seemed, and Polinues, Tiensin and Hylmir were already beginning to turn a little red on their shoulders and backs.
Owain and Brigale were both already well sunbaked, being used to hard work outdoors, so the colour change was not so evident on them.

The clocktower rang out noon, and Leyjen crawled to his feet, yelling at the group.
“Alright, it’s time for lunch. Drag yourselves to shore.”
Nearly an hour later they sat down to lunch at the hotel, and with much ruckus they put together a rather vague plan for the next couple of days.

Leyjen was adamant that they go to the history museum, since it was his Life Day party and he had a massive interest in history, and he also wanted to go browsing at the market.
Hylmir shouted loud enough for the entire dining room to hear him that he wanted to get drunk, and stay that way until they went back to the Temples, which made Tiensin laugh so hard he squirted milk out his nose.
Owain wanted to go see the horse race, and Brigale wanted to get laid, which made Hylmir cover Tiensin’s ears and hiss at the knight.
Polinues wanted Beltane to be there quick, because he wanted to attend the festivities and see the stage show, while Tiensin wanted to go back to the beach and maybe take a look at the circus.

By the end of the meal they had a plan for the next three weeks.