Shadows in Sun
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,491
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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No Closure
Kendel opened his eyes, wondering for a moment where he was. His eyes felt dry and the skin around them stiff, and he scrubbed at them with one hand. His gaze fell upon the beams of golden light coming in from the open window and the soft fluttering shapes of birds dancing in the trees, then shifted to his sword leaned up against the wooden shelf by the bed. The candle sitting in its bronze dish on the shelf had been burned into a puddle.
Kendel sat up slowly, gingging his legs over the edge of the bed. He could smell mint wafting up from his warm skin and the blankets, and with a bitter shake of his head he got up and got dressed.
Thorn, Bayolin, Falcon, and Fennick were all already downstairs by the time Kendel went down to join them. He hesitated on the stairs for a brief moment, as he had caught the gleam of strawberry-blonde and tuft-tipped ears sitting at the bar, and wondered for a desperate moment how he could get though this day after what had happened last night. He sighed and finished the stairs slowly, walking to the seat he had taken last night by the fire.
Thorn and Bayolin barely spared him a glance, and he settled into the chair gratefully. Before he could draw another breath, however, he was aware of someone looming over the back of the seat, and he tensed.
“Mmm,” the harsh voice hissed in his ear. “Should’ve known such a pretty blonde bitch would be so easy, no matter what morals you claim to have.”
Kendel jerked to face Falcon, a snarl rising to his lips. The sand-cat wore a vicious grin, his pointed canines but an inch from Kendel’s face, and his eyes were narrowed in malicious joy. “So…” The blonde saw a set of curved claws sink into the upholstery from the corner of his eyes. “Did you enjoy your little taste of beastiality, you perverse human hypocrite? Perhaps next you’ll be bedding your mare… but, no, you prefer other males, don’t you?” Falcon’s tone was jovially savage, and though he focused intently on the play of expression on Kendel’s face, he was sure to pitch his voice to carry throughout the room so that none could ignore what he was saying. “Did it taste good, between your pretty feminine lips? Did you like having your tight little…”
“That’s enough, Falcon.” Fennick half-turned to glance at his brother from the corner of his eye. His face was tired and tight, but revealed no emotion. His tone was hard with warning, and caused Falcon to snap upright away from Kendel and lay his ears back flat. Fennick turned back to his glass of clear liquid, ignoring his incensed brother for the first time the other knights had seen.
Falcon snarled, but Fennick did not even twitch an ear. He far far too accustomed to having his brother furious at him to care. He took a sip of alcohol, perfectly aware that Falcon had crossed the room, and offered no resistance as he was swept from his seat and thrown to the floor. He didn’t even bother to try and catch himself, but landed awkwardly face-first on the floor; he could dimly see the other knights rise to their feet. Falcon’s foot-paw crushed into the back of Fennick’s neck, and four thick, razor-sharp claws slid into his skin as the older ‘cat leaned down, presumably to begin mocking his brother. Fennick didn’t wait to find out.
In a blur of motion, Fennick turned over, unbalancing his brother, and lashed out with his own set of claws, sinking both hands on the inside of one thigh and kicking up into Falcon’s buttocks hard. Both sand-cats sprang away quickly; Falcon landing on all fours and hissing in rage, and Fennick tumbling to a defensive position, his eyes hard and a silver set of daggers in his hands. Thorn and Bayolin stepped between them.
Fennick deftly slide the daggers away and turned, not needing the reprimand he knew would come from the older warriors. Glowering, Falcon too rose to his feet, though his fur was still raised in anger and his fangs were bared behind his lips. Thorn and Bayolin exchanged a glance, and shrugging stepped aside. This was for the brothers and perhaps Kendel to work out.
Falcon caught Fennick’s arm at the door, his claws sinking into the gold brindled fur and then into flesh, but the younger man threw his brother off impatiently. “I think,” he said, pitching his voice so low only the fine hearing of the other sand-cat could make out the words, “that you have brought more shame to our family in a few minutes than I did all last night, CloudSweeper. Mind thy tongue… and thy claws!”
Falcon stood in the doorway, growling in rage.
Silent in his seat, Kendel’s shoulders shook with despair. He had failed his sacred vows… he had fallen from the light of law and truth, and the consequences of his failure weighted heavily on him.
Today, he would begin repenting his sins once more. He would obey the Code of the kutari, and this time, he would not fall. He would be strong in body, mind, soul, and spirit.
His heart ached in his chest.
Kendel sat up slowly, gingging his legs over the edge of the bed. He could smell mint wafting up from his warm skin and the blankets, and with a bitter shake of his head he got up and got dressed.
Thorn, Bayolin, Falcon, and Fennick were all already downstairs by the time Kendel went down to join them. He hesitated on the stairs for a brief moment, as he had caught the gleam of strawberry-blonde and tuft-tipped ears sitting at the bar, and wondered for a desperate moment how he could get though this day after what had happened last night. He sighed and finished the stairs slowly, walking to the seat he had taken last night by the fire.
Thorn and Bayolin barely spared him a glance, and he settled into the chair gratefully. Before he could draw another breath, however, he was aware of someone looming over the back of the seat, and he tensed.
“Mmm,” the harsh voice hissed in his ear. “Should’ve known such a pretty blonde bitch would be so easy, no matter what morals you claim to have.”
Kendel jerked to face Falcon, a snarl rising to his lips. The sand-cat wore a vicious grin, his pointed canines but an inch from Kendel’s face, and his eyes were narrowed in malicious joy. “So…” The blonde saw a set of curved claws sink into the upholstery from the corner of his eyes. “Did you enjoy your little taste of beastiality, you perverse human hypocrite? Perhaps next you’ll be bedding your mare… but, no, you prefer other males, don’t you?” Falcon’s tone was jovially savage, and though he focused intently on the play of expression on Kendel’s face, he was sure to pitch his voice to carry throughout the room so that none could ignore what he was saying. “Did it taste good, between your pretty feminine lips? Did you like having your tight little…”
“That’s enough, Falcon.” Fennick half-turned to glance at his brother from the corner of his eye. His face was tired and tight, but revealed no emotion. His tone was hard with warning, and caused Falcon to snap upright away from Kendel and lay his ears back flat. Fennick turned back to his glass of clear liquid, ignoring his incensed brother for the first time the other knights had seen.
Falcon snarled, but Fennick did not even twitch an ear. He far far too accustomed to having his brother furious at him to care. He took a sip of alcohol, perfectly aware that Falcon had crossed the room, and offered no resistance as he was swept from his seat and thrown to the floor. He didn’t even bother to try and catch himself, but landed awkwardly face-first on the floor; he could dimly see the other knights rise to their feet. Falcon’s foot-paw crushed into the back of Fennick’s neck, and four thick, razor-sharp claws slid into his skin as the older ‘cat leaned down, presumably to begin mocking his brother. Fennick didn’t wait to find out.
In a blur of motion, Fennick turned over, unbalancing his brother, and lashed out with his own set of claws, sinking both hands on the inside of one thigh and kicking up into Falcon’s buttocks hard. Both sand-cats sprang away quickly; Falcon landing on all fours and hissing in rage, and Fennick tumbling to a defensive position, his eyes hard and a silver set of daggers in his hands. Thorn and Bayolin stepped between them.
Fennick deftly slide the daggers away and turned, not needing the reprimand he knew would come from the older warriors. Glowering, Falcon too rose to his feet, though his fur was still raised in anger and his fangs were bared behind his lips. Thorn and Bayolin exchanged a glance, and shrugging stepped aside. This was for the brothers and perhaps Kendel to work out.
Falcon caught Fennick’s arm at the door, his claws sinking into the gold brindled fur and then into flesh, but the younger man threw his brother off impatiently. “I think,” he said, pitching his voice so low only the fine hearing of the other sand-cat could make out the words, “that you have brought more shame to our family in a few minutes than I did all last night, CloudSweeper. Mind thy tongue… and thy claws!”
Falcon stood in the doorway, growling in rage.
Silent in his seat, Kendel’s shoulders shook with despair. He had failed his sacred vows… he had fallen from the light of law and truth, and the consequences of his failure weighted heavily on him.
Today, he would begin repenting his sins once more. He would obey the Code of the kutari, and this time, he would not fall. He would be strong in body, mind, soul, and spirit.
His heart ached in his chest.