The Captain's Vow
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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2,851
Reviews:
18
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Chapter Five
CHAPTER FIVE
Fire
A/N : Thought [i]Sanguire[/i] sounded too Spanish. Changed to [i]Sangire[/i].
Concentrating on the task he set himself to, Rennar managed to get the uncooperative aristocrat’s legs into his breeches. He used the garment like a sling to lift Arelia’s hips, then dragged it up to cover his groin. Temper baited, Rennar fastened up the buttons.
After lying limp, Arelia’s sudden upward surge caused Rennar to react reflexively. He caught the other man’s arms using the left to pin the right and pressing the boy’s throat with his own forearm atop it. Despite the low light, he saw the surprise and confusion on the other male’s face.
“I wasn’t attacking you,” he said quietly.
Rennar released him and stood straight. “Don’t come at a soldier like that and expect he’ll allow it.”
Rubbing his left wrist, the young aristocrat got to his knees on the bed. Despite the considerable height of it, Arelia’s head barely came even with Rennar’s chin. His shoulder-length white-blond hair had a wave to it a woman would covet, and his mouth possessed a masculine lushness. “Surely you would not expect violence from me?”
Something in his tone cut through Rennar’s anger. Feeling remorse for hurting the smaller male, he replied, “I have encountered battle-maddened barbarians more predictable than you, young Arelia.”
“Silvanos,” he reminded.
He didn’t care to address this thorn in his side so familiar. “Now you’ve recovered your mobility, see yourself back to your pallet.”
“Please don’t send me away like you said you would.” He reached out and Rennar intercepted. The boy’s much smaller hand curved around his, managing to twine their fingers.
When Rennar saw the opportunity to bring this debacle to a swift end, he pulled, intending to force the source of his frequent aggravation to step off the bed and prevent a fall. Instead, Arelia allowed himself to topple forward. Rennar caught him. Their naked upper bodies met. An instant unmistakable sexual heat curled low in his gut. Arelia’s free arm curved around his neck and the smaller male stretched up to bring his face close to Rennar’s.
The ardent invitation in those cerulean eyes proved at once taunting and enticing, as if daring him to accept. Rennar felt frozen, unable to free himself and unwilling to give the aristocrat what he wanted. Seeing Arelia’s gaze lower to his mouth, Rennar commanded, “Cease.” Even to his own ears it lacked authority.
“Do what you will, captain.”
The touch of those lips to his conjured a swift potent response. He realized his past lovers had not failed to show passion, they had failed to truly inspire it in him. Heart thudding behind his ribs, he averted his face and broke the contact. He steeped back and set Arelia on his bare feet. The slide of skin on skin, made them both moan.
Gently, Rennar disentangled them. “You’ve made your point, young Arelia. No need to stab me with it.”
The half nude aristocrat smiled in an enigmatic fashion that caused the nape of Rennar’s neck to prickle.
Rennar met the morning watch’s call in a surly mood.
He had spent the night daring to do no more than doze. Katrine had doubtless wondered at his not visiting, and he’d missed a meal. Getting from bed, he walked over and opened the shutters. More rain, heavier that it had fallen recently, pelted the bailey.
A knock at the door made him turn.
“Sir?” Wylim’s voice came from the other side of the barred portal. “A missive’s arrived from our lord.”
Rennar ran a hand over his head, idly thinking he could use a trimming. Normally he would not have bothered with covering himself. After the previous night’s happening’s, he pulled on breeches before opening the door. The page handed him a thick parchment sealed with the red wax stamped with Sangire’s griffon insignia. Breaking it, he unrolled the correspondence. With luck this foretold of Sangire’s imminent arrival. The idea of putting much distance between himself and this place appealed greatly. He had three sennights of leave accumulated, and a house in the outskirts of Fallsmouth City he had not seen in three years.
Sir Rennar,
Given your detailed reports and apparent great success in holding Kurston Keep in trust for me, I am indulging myself by spending at least a fortnight availing myself of Thriger Castle’s fine hunting. As the first to fall, it is well along due to your efforts and a pleasure to visit.
Lord Arelia has contacted me concerning his eldest son and heir. He inquired after his safety and well-being. I passed along your documentation, and assured Lord Arelia you would act in my stead to protect his son a foster ward. Keep him content, close to you and afford him every privilege and kindness.
Pray continue with your efforts. Keep me informed and abreast of any developments.
Honored by your fealty,
Lord Elgar Sangire
Rennar cursed under his breath and tossed the thing onto the table he used as a desk. “Thank you, Wylim. Please have a bath brought and something to break my fast. I intend to patrol today.”
“But, sir, ‘tis raining like the sea gods intend to reclaim the land.”
It suited his mood. “My orders stand.”
“Aye, sir.”
Spending the day soaked, rain pelting his armor, sitting a slick saddle did not improve his temper. Distrusting Bane now he’d finished with the merchants’ homes, Rennar took the man and his squad along. Their company further blackened his humor. Crude jesting about their nightly sexual escapades during the ride back to the keep prompted him to snap, “You are professional soldiers, not whoremasters. Remember it.”
Belly empty and in no mind frame for anyone to trifle with, Rennar strode through the hall and ascended to his quarters. He entered the solar, seeing his page’s pallet in absence.
Arelia rose from a padded bench. He wore a simple dressing gown. Hair loose and reflecting the light of the blazing hearth, he said, “I called for heated water. It waits for you in the bathing chamber. While you soak, I will send for victuals.”
“Where’s my page?”
His brusque tone seemed to put off Arelia not a whit. “He wished a night with some of his fellows. I assured him you would not object to youthful bit of enjoyment of friends given his faithful service.”
Under normal conditions, Rennar would not have. Though grateful for the considerations to his comfort, he did not appreciate his appointed foster speaking for him. “Never presume to make your words mine. I will not tolerate it.”
Seeming genuinely chastened, Arelia replied, “Forgive me.”
Rennar nodded in acceptance and decided to strip in the bathing chamber.
With a locked portal between himself and his charge.
Fire
A/N : Thought [i]Sanguire[/i] sounded too Spanish. Changed to [i]Sangire[/i].
Concentrating on the task he set himself to, Rennar managed to get the uncooperative aristocrat’s legs into his breeches. He used the garment like a sling to lift Arelia’s hips, then dragged it up to cover his groin. Temper baited, Rennar fastened up the buttons.
After lying limp, Arelia’s sudden upward surge caused Rennar to react reflexively. He caught the other man’s arms using the left to pin the right and pressing the boy’s throat with his own forearm atop it. Despite the low light, he saw the surprise and confusion on the other male’s face.
“I wasn’t attacking you,” he said quietly.
Rennar released him and stood straight. “Don’t come at a soldier like that and expect he’ll allow it.”
Rubbing his left wrist, the young aristocrat got to his knees on the bed. Despite the considerable height of it, Arelia’s head barely came even with Rennar’s chin. His shoulder-length white-blond hair had a wave to it a woman would covet, and his mouth possessed a masculine lushness. “Surely you would not expect violence from me?”
Something in his tone cut through Rennar’s anger. Feeling remorse for hurting the smaller male, he replied, “I have encountered battle-maddened barbarians more predictable than you, young Arelia.”
“Silvanos,” he reminded.
He didn’t care to address this thorn in his side so familiar. “Now you’ve recovered your mobility, see yourself back to your pallet.”
“Please don’t send me away like you said you would.” He reached out and Rennar intercepted. The boy’s much smaller hand curved around his, managing to twine their fingers.
When Rennar saw the opportunity to bring this debacle to a swift end, he pulled, intending to force the source of his frequent aggravation to step off the bed and prevent a fall. Instead, Arelia allowed himself to topple forward. Rennar caught him. Their naked upper bodies met. An instant unmistakable sexual heat curled low in his gut. Arelia’s free arm curved around his neck and the smaller male stretched up to bring his face close to Rennar’s.
The ardent invitation in those cerulean eyes proved at once taunting and enticing, as if daring him to accept. Rennar felt frozen, unable to free himself and unwilling to give the aristocrat what he wanted. Seeing Arelia’s gaze lower to his mouth, Rennar commanded, “Cease.” Even to his own ears it lacked authority.
“Do what you will, captain.”
The touch of those lips to his conjured a swift potent response. He realized his past lovers had not failed to show passion, they had failed to truly inspire it in him. Heart thudding behind his ribs, he averted his face and broke the contact. He steeped back and set Arelia on his bare feet. The slide of skin on skin, made them both moan.
Gently, Rennar disentangled them. “You’ve made your point, young Arelia. No need to stab me with it.”
The half nude aristocrat smiled in an enigmatic fashion that caused the nape of Rennar’s neck to prickle.
Rennar met the morning watch’s call in a surly mood.
He had spent the night daring to do no more than doze. Katrine had doubtless wondered at his not visiting, and he’d missed a meal. Getting from bed, he walked over and opened the shutters. More rain, heavier that it had fallen recently, pelted the bailey.
A knock at the door made him turn.
“Sir?” Wylim’s voice came from the other side of the barred portal. “A missive’s arrived from our lord.”
Rennar ran a hand over his head, idly thinking he could use a trimming. Normally he would not have bothered with covering himself. After the previous night’s happening’s, he pulled on breeches before opening the door. The page handed him a thick parchment sealed with the red wax stamped with Sangire’s griffon insignia. Breaking it, he unrolled the correspondence. With luck this foretold of Sangire’s imminent arrival. The idea of putting much distance between himself and this place appealed greatly. He had three sennights of leave accumulated, and a house in the outskirts of Fallsmouth City he had not seen in three years.
Sir Rennar,
Given your detailed reports and apparent great success in holding Kurston Keep in trust for me, I am indulging myself by spending at least a fortnight availing myself of Thriger Castle’s fine hunting. As the first to fall, it is well along due to your efforts and a pleasure to visit.
Lord Arelia has contacted me concerning his eldest son and heir. He inquired after his safety and well-being. I passed along your documentation, and assured Lord Arelia you would act in my stead to protect his son a foster ward. Keep him content, close to you and afford him every privilege and kindness.
Pray continue with your efforts. Keep me informed and abreast of any developments.
Honored by your fealty,
Lord Elgar Sangire
Rennar cursed under his breath and tossed the thing onto the table he used as a desk. “Thank you, Wylim. Please have a bath brought and something to break my fast. I intend to patrol today.”
“But, sir, ‘tis raining like the sea gods intend to reclaim the land.”
It suited his mood. “My orders stand.”
“Aye, sir.”
Spending the day soaked, rain pelting his armor, sitting a slick saddle did not improve his temper. Distrusting Bane now he’d finished with the merchants’ homes, Rennar took the man and his squad along. Their company further blackened his humor. Crude jesting about their nightly sexual escapades during the ride back to the keep prompted him to snap, “You are professional soldiers, not whoremasters. Remember it.”
Belly empty and in no mind frame for anyone to trifle with, Rennar strode through the hall and ascended to his quarters. He entered the solar, seeing his page’s pallet in absence.
Arelia rose from a padded bench. He wore a simple dressing gown. Hair loose and reflecting the light of the blazing hearth, he said, “I called for heated water. It waits for you in the bathing chamber. While you soak, I will send for victuals.”
“Where’s my page?”
His brusque tone seemed to put off Arelia not a whit. “He wished a night with some of his fellows. I assured him you would not object to youthful bit of enjoyment of friends given his faithful service.”
Under normal conditions, Rennar would not have. Though grateful for the considerations to his comfort, he did not appreciate his appointed foster speaking for him. “Never presume to make your words mine. I will not tolerate it.”
Seeming genuinely chastened, Arelia replied, “Forgive me.”
Rennar nodded in acceptance and decided to strip in the bathing chamber.
With a locked portal between himself and his charge.