Captive

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Cassiopeia. Mikk Eddas (c) Ryu I. Story by Ryu I and Cassiopeia. Narrative
Conversion by Ryu I.

Lugh Danube is based on a character from Celtic Mythology.

This is rated a heavy NC-17. It’s smut, people! *Grin*

Description: The Norse and Celtic gods are at war, fighting over the right for
land, when a young Norse Soldier is brought before Lugh, the Celtic Lord of
Everyskill. Lugh learns his prisioner is the son of his greatest enemy, and
knowing that enemy, knows toture will never work on the him. Knowing the lord
has no idea what to do with him, the prisoner has an interesting proposition.

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Captive

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The first thing Lugh Danube thought when his soldiers brought the prisoner to
him was that he was....exquisite. The second was that he was undeniably as
deadly powerful as Lugh himself.

As the Celtic Lord of Every Skill, Lugh was an ancient, immortal being of power
and respect that bordered, among his officers, on worship. His height, silver
hair, and dangerous red eyes only increased their worship of him-tall,
athletic, perfect. For this boy to strike him as both intriguing and dangerous
was a rare thing. The prisoner was nothing like the slight, dark young men Lugh
preferred to sate his physical desires with from time to time. His hair was
long and dark blond, braided against his back. Broad shoulders offset trim hips
and long legs; slim muscles and alert eyes marking him as a well trained
fighter. The entire package was accented by the high collared black uniform the
Norse wore in battle. Most arresting were his eyes-insolent and a rare,
glistening gold. They betrayed his family immediately-Eddas, a little known
Norse family whose name was rarely spoken above a whisper. The leader was Llew
Eddas, interrogator, torturer, and telepath. His officers were the Specials,
deadly assassins whose side job was to....extract....information from foreign
prisoners of war.

The prisoner seemed to know he’d been recognized. He stood insolently between
the Celtic officers who flanked him. His expression was arrogant and amused
despite the dark bruise around one eye and dried blood at the edges of his
faintly smiling lips.

Lugh’s cock jumped. He suddenly wanted very much to lick this prisoner’s mouth
clean.

“Sir!” One of the Lieutenants snapped to attention at the prisoner’s right.
“We’ve brought the Special, sir.”

Lugh was faintly gratified that the officer had recognized, even superficially,
the nature of what they held in custody. He took a moment to lazily trace his
eyes over the young man. The Eddas family was a small one, and this man’s
insolence, the rare eyes, and the sensual flow of power that moved in the air
around him could only belong to one person-Eddas’s eldest and most dangerous
son.

Mikk Eddas.

And Lugh had him.

“Well, well,” he all but purred as a dark possession flowed over him. Wouldn’t
Eddas love this? “If it isn’t his favorite son, Mikk.”

The reaction from the officers was immediate. Their eyes widened and they moved
involuntarily away. So, the incompetents had heard of him. The boy’s mouth
lifted into a broader smile and he tilted his head in acknowledgment.

“Leave,” Lugh said shortly.

“Sir?”

The lord looked down at his subordinate, expression hard. “You heard me.”

They hesitated, reluctant to leave him alone with this prisoner now that they
knew fully who he was. But after only a moment they snapped off matching
salutes and backed out, eyes held steady on this Mikk. Lugh made a note to have
a talk with their immediate superiors-he didn’t accept the least delay in
having his orders followed. But for the moment, he would let it slide.

He had something more interesting to deal with.

He stood and stepped down from the dias. Mikk didn’t move or lower his eyes,
but simply stood, sexy and relaxed, as Lugh walked around him. Long legs, broad
shoulders, tight ass...and all firmly, undeniably masculine. “Curious,” he said
as he drank in the view, “How did those idiots manage to capture someone like
you.”

“They didn’t.” His prisoner’s voice was a low bass filled with reckless
unspoken laughter. “A league of competent officers did. They were just short
range couriers.”

Lugh laughed, appreciating the twist of immodesty in the words. “Ahh. That
makes more sense.”

He came to a stop facing Mikk. His first assessment had been right-they were
almost exactly the same height. The boy’s eyebrows arched in question. “Taking
a personal interest in my case, Danube? You must be pretty bored these days.”

The door behind Lugh’s prisoner opened and closed as a messenger slipped in and
left his note on a small table. The lord ignored him, allowing him to stand and
watch, curious. “Oh. A very personal interest. It’s not every day one of Llew
Eddas’s pets falls into my lap.”

“Pets?” The humor disappeared from Mikk’s eyes, though it stayed in his voice.
“I was under the impression that I was his son.” He glanced to the side and
tossed the messenger a devil may care grin that didn’t reach his eyes at all.

“And there’s a difference?” The boy was delicious angry, too. Lugh smiled
easily and followed Mikk’s line of sight. The messenger, too, had heard the name
Mikk Eddas. Lugh’s own rare telepathic power could practically taste his fear.
“Does the prisoner frighten you?”

“No, sir.”

The prisoner in question laughed. “Liar.”

Lugh was inclined to agree. “Are you lying?”

“No, sir.”

“Hmm.” Mikk crossed his arms and grinned. “Well, if ‘scared’ isn’t the same as
‘petrified,’ he’s telling the truth.”

“Lying isn’t bright when you’re facing telepaths.” Mikk didn’t seem surprised
that Lugh sensed that their gift was shared as it was with a precious few
others, even across all the Immortal races. “We can read your fear. You project
quite loudly.”

“I’m...sorry sir.” The messenger bowed deeply, projecting shame, terror, and
nerves.

Lugh shook his head. Pathetic. “Get out,” he ordered shortly, “and see that I’m
not disturbed again tonight. By anyone.”

“Sir? I mean...yes! Sir!” The messenger escaped, the acrid feel of relief
wafting behind him.

Lugh banished the idiots who served him completely from his mind, thoughtlessly
tossing up a mental and physical barrier that would keep all but the most
powerful out whether they liked it or not. Now that he knew for certain that
this was Eddas’s eldest son, the lord could see that the boy was practically a
mirror image of his father. Eddas, however, had none of the humoror overwhelming
sensuality his son wore like a cloak around him. With a thought and another
brief burst of power, the lord conjured a soft cloth to his hand and tossed it
to his prisoner. “Now the question is what to do with you,” he said
conversationally. “I’m not stupid enough to think torture would have any effect
on you at all.” No, Lugh would have tortured Mikk more than enough to assure
that no one else could accomplish anything with that.

“Wise man.” A flash of Mikk’s own power, thick and black, made the cloth damp
and warm enough to easily wipe the blood away. “So, what will you do with me
instead?”

“No idea. Tea?”

“No, thank you.”

Lugh sat at a small table and waved a hand. Hot tea appeared in two mugs. His
prisoner didn’t follow but remained standing, calm and at ease. “How long have
you been traveling?”

Mikk answered with a question of his own. Gorgeous, powerful, and willful.
Lugh’s interest was growing instead of waning as he had expected. “You don’t
know what you’re doing with me,” he mused thoughtfully, “and you just assume
I’m one of Llew’s pets. I can’t strike you as particularly interesting. Why not
just kill me or let me go?”

Lugh smiled. He was beginning to doubt that Eddas had managed to keep his
eldest subservient. “I think you’re very interesting.”

Mikk grinned and leaned against the wall, letting it take his weight. “You
wouldn’t find one of my father’s brainless playthings interesting, Danube.”

“No. I suppose not. But, I may have been premature in my assessment of you.”
Lugh sipped his tea and leaned back. His very posture insulted the boy by
making it clear that Lugh had nothing to fear from him and knew it. The
Special’s expression didn’t change at the slight; he seemed amused rather than
offended, and his mental shields were too strong for Lugh to eavesdrop
casually. “I could use you as a tool for negotiations.”

The pretty mouth twisted into a twisted sort of grin. “I wouldn’t be of much
use to you. Llew Eddas would be glad to be rid of me, since I’m a danger to
him.”

Lugh sensed no bluff or pride in the words, just truth, which was intriguing,
indeed. Llew Eddas, despite having no Realm as most immortal beings did to lord
over, was one of the few beings in the world to have as great or even greater
power than Lugh’s own. How could this boy, who couldn’t be over fifty if the
rumors were timely enough, pose any threat to that sort of power? “A danger to
him?”<

“Hmm.” Mikk didn’t elaborate. His eyes swept easily over the room. Lugh could
all but see his mind working, detailing everything to memory.

“How did you get caught, if you’re so powerful?”

The golden eyes stopped wandering and settled on Lugh’s face, unflinching and
confident. “On purpose. I intended to murder you once I got here.”

It was the lord’s turn to laugh. “That’s easier said than done.”

His prisoner nodded agreement. “Especially since it took your idiotic troops
forever to capture me. Too long, in fact.” He stretched lazily. “You and I both
know that Thor and Danu will sign treaties to end this war in a few days.
Killing you now would be a waste of my time and just prolong the fighting.”

It was true. Thor, who spoke for the Norse in matters of war, and the Celt’s
ancient Lady Danu were already in talks. This latest chapter in the ongoing
hatred between the two Immortal peoples would end soon. Peace never lasted
long; no doubt Anubis of Egypt or the Greeko-Roman Zeus would welcome a war
with the Celts soon enough to make up for the lack. Of course, a foreseeable
end to the fighting also complicated what Lugh should do with his prisoner. One
of many odd rumors about this boy was that Thor was quite fond of him. “I could
just let you go,” he offered thoughtfully, “or just lock you up and let you rot
if Eddas isn’t interested in having you back...but neither amuses me.”

Mikk pushed off from the wall and stepped closer, leaning against the back of
the chair across from the lord. “I suppose I could offer you something.” His
pink tongue darted out to wet his lips. “In return for my freedom.”

“Oh? And what’s that?” Lugh motioned at his opulent quarters, which couldn’t
even compare to his home land and palace. “I have everything I could desire.
What could you give me?”

The boy made a show of considering his options. “How about...sex. With someone
who’s not afraid of you.” Mikk shifted, walking around a bit so that he could
lean on the side of the chair without hiding behind it.

Lugh smirked. “I won’t rapu. Tu. There’s no honor in that.”

The gold of Mikk’s eyes flexed and blended suddenly to black. His hands touched
together, then pulled apart with a dark flow of midnight power. In their wake a
weapon formed-a perfect, dark, double edged sword.

Lugh’s breath stole away for a moment. So this was how Eddas had supplied his
son with a permanent weapon-a Sword forged and given form by Mikk’s own power.
In all his years, Lugh had heard theories of such a weapon’s existence...but
never seen one fully realized. “...Impressive.”

Gold fractured out from the center of his prisoner’s power-black eyes and he
smiled pleasantly. “If I didn’t want you to touch me, you couldn’t. That’s why
this is a unique opportunity for you.”

Still looking at the razor-edged perfection before him, Lugh murmured, “You’re
the only person to to to possess a Spirit weapon.”

A shrug. “So I am.” With a thought, the boy made the sword disappear and the
black bled completely out of eyeseyes. “Still worried about raping me?”

“Not at all.” Lugh’s entire body was hot and tight, now. He stood, eyes
darkening to burgundy as unfamiliar lust flowed over him. It had been centuries
since his body had hardened like this, yearning to bury itself inside this
powerful, sensual, cocky boy. The lord reached out and stroked one knuckle
against his captive’s jaw. “Someone who’s an equal, hmm?”

Mikk tilted his head into the touch like a giant, dangerous cat. “Not really,”
he murmured, a purr threading beneath his bass. “You could most likely kick my
ass with enough effort.”

Lugh chuckled and shifted closer. “Yes. Probably. But, you’re still powerful.
Sensual. Unafraid.” That lack of fear was...invigorating. “Very cocky,
however.”

“So I’ve been told.” The boy’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. Lugh closed
the last distance between them, brushing his lips across his captive’s. Hot.
Firm. Dry.

“Mm.” Mikk’s low voice vibrated against Lugh’s mouth. “Is it a deal?”

The lord opened his hand and cupped the line of Mikk’s jaw. “It is,” he
murmured darkly before taking the boy’s mouth again.

His prisoner was deliciously responsive, his entire body arching into the kiss.
His lips parted immediately, tongue flickering out in teasing invitation. Lugh
accepted it, nipping at Mikk’s lower lip before dipping inside, tongue twining,
seeking, drinking in the heat of his prisoner’s mouth.

The boy groaned prettily. His hands, rough from swordplay, gripped at Lugh’s
arms. The lord let his own hands fall as he ravished that hot mouth, gripping
the firm curves of Mikk’s ass and pushing the boy hard against his own body.
Mikk’s erection pressed against his own as the boy thrust lightly against him.

“Mmm.” Curious, Lugh tasted the spicy line of Mikk’s throat, sucking hard at
the thrum of his heartbeat under the skin. It was fast but steady, pounding
against the lord’s mouth. Lugh wanted this boy now. A couple of faltering steps
and Mikk was pressed against the back of the sofa stretched beside the chairs,
pinned against it by Lugh’s body. Mikk’s teeth nipped at Lugh’s lower lip as
the lord shoved off his uniform jacket and stripped him of the sleeveless shirt
underneath.

Gods. The boy was fucking gorgeous. Pale skin over slim muscles, flat stomach,
broad shoulders, a couple of scars that added to rather than taking from the
perfection of his body.

Mikk chuckled, hands sliding against bare skin as he slid Lugh’s shirt off.
“Impatient.” He scratched lightly over a nipple with one thumbnail. “Delicious
too.” His eyes raked over Lugh’s chest, his tongue darting out appreciatively
over his lips.

Lugh sank his teeth into the curve of Mikk’s neck, making the boy jump and
moan. “You’re sexy as hell and I haven’t gotten any in a long time.”

His captive thrust against him with a sound very like a whimper. He was already
hard and obviously very responsive. “Not even,” he panted, slipping a hand in
Lugh’s pants and stroking along the shape of his erection, “a pretty pet to
suck you off?”

Lugh was busy unbuttoning his prisoner’s fly in search of the ultimate prize to
pay much attention to Mikk’s words, though the low rumble of his voice was
intoxicating. “Screwing peons loses its appeal after a while.”

“Oh,” Mikk murmured, breath hot over the sensitive curve of the lord’s ear.
“Then I’ll have to do it for you.” And he slipped from Lugh’s hands to his own
knees. Lugh stumbled forward, hands hitting the back of the sofa. He hadn’t
been expecting that.

His prisoner made short work of the buttons at his pants and before he was
fully aware of it, hot breath was washing over his erection. “Nice,” Mikk
purred, shoving the cloth out of the way.

“I’ve never had any complaints-ah!”

The boy’s mouth was like a furnace. He immediately closed his lips around the
head, hand gripping the base as he pressed his tongue hard against the slit and
hummed softly. “Fuck,” Lugh muttered, releasing the sofa with one hand to bury
it in Mikk’s thick gold hair. He leaned forward, eyes drinking in the sight as
his powerful, gorgeous captive sucked him off.

The golden eyes fluttered closed, Lugh felt the rush of air as Mikk took in a
deep breath through his nose, and then, suddenly, the boy had taken all of him
in, nose pressed to the dark silver curls at his groin.

Lugh groaned sharply. His erection was as large as the rest of him, and very
few could take him like this. Mikk sucked hard, swallowing once before he
pulled away. He pressed a kiss to the tip. A feeling of smug pride slid past
the boy’s telepath shields. “Brat.”

“Do you recover quickly?” Mikk murmured, head tilted back. Lugh pulled the
bottom of his long braid up and snapped the band.

“I don’t think you’ll have any complaints.”

“Good.” His prisoner flashed a grin. He wrapped his hand more tightly around
the base, and closed his lips over the head again. This time, his eyes stayed
open, tilting upward. A quick lick to the tip and then he swallowed Lugh down
again, shoving the lord’s erection down his throat and swallowing.

Then he stopped moving, save the short, hard strokes of his hand at the base of
Lugh’s erection.

::Move::

The word was sent almost as an image, one telepathic mind brushing across
another. Lugh moaned and lowered his other hand, burying it in Mikk’s hair,
holding his head still as he began to thrust.

He started slow, but Mikk didn’t falter, sucking as he pulled out, throat
opening like velvet as he pushed in. The boy must not have any gag reflex left.
“Very...good at that.” The boy purred in response, tongue vibrating across the
head as Lugh pulled out. He groaned and pressed in, eyes closing. Too good.

He started moving fast, holding the boy’s head. Mikk didn’t falter and he
started moving faster, taking the boy’s mouth, sliding deep. Heat, suction,
even the occasional faint scrape of teeth-“Fuck. Yes-” Lugh’s body jerked and
he came with little warning, feeling hot and tight all over.

Mikk backed off expertly to keep from choking. He swallowed fast, but some
still slippeom tom the edge of his mouth, glinting white on his lips and chin.

Lugh panted softly. Mikk grinned and licked his lips, running his thumb through
the semen on his chin and sucking it clean. “I’ll be very disappointed,” he
said roughly, “if you don’t really come back fast.” His eyes flickered to
Lugh’s groin hungrily.

“Don’t worry.” Lugh pulled the boy up, tracing his back with one hand. “I’ll
definitely fuck you, beautiful.”

Mikk shivered and grinned, leaning in for a long kiss and pushing Lugh’s pants
off him at the same time, catching them with his foot to get them all the way
off. He wound his arms around the lord’s neck, his hips pressing forward
against Lugh’s. He was still hard, erection trapped in the rough material that
he ground against Lugh’s hip. Blunt nails dug into the lord’s back. Lugh nipped
the boy’s lip. For a brief moment, he considered the sofa, but they were both
taller than it was long, and he wanted to be able to move, to thrust as hard
and long as he wanted. Decision made, he released his captive’s mouth. “Get on
the floor,” he murmured.

Mikk flashed his grin and slid obediently down to the soft carpeting. He leaned
back on his elbows, legs spread, lips parted in open invitation. Lugh had no
intention of denying that. He fell gracefully to his knees beside the boy,
pressing the heel of his hand against the hard bulge trapped in his prisoner’s
uniform slacks.

“Oh ga-Danube,” Mikk panted, thrusting. Lugh smirked. In most, he would have
thought such incredible sensitivity was an act, but he sensed no deception from
his captive, only a near overwhelming lust. The lord leaned in, nibbling
lightly at the long curve of Mikk’s throat. Deftly, he undid the buttons at his
captive’s fly and slipped a hand in. The boy’s heavy erection jerked at his
touch, followed by a full body shudder that vibrated to Lugh’s mouth.

“Yes, Beautiful?” Lugh murmured, squeezing the velvet length in his hand.

“Nngh.”

Lugh tasted, mouth and teeth tracing the salty skin of Mikk’s chest, biting
into a nipple and teasing it to hardness. Thought was all it took to banish any
remaining cloth from the boy’s body as Lugh pressed against him, thumb pressing
to the head of his erection. Mikk moaned and his legs parted more as he slid
his hands to L’s hips and thrust up against him.

Lugh chuckled again. “Such a little slut,” he murmured, biting at the other
nipple.

“Only with the right....mmm...the right reason.”

Lugh sucked at the faint dip of the boy’s navel. “And I’m the right reason? I’m
flattered.”

“Definitely.”

In some situations, Lugh preferred proper mortal foreplay, but this boy was too
perfect to waste time wandering in search of oil. Another flash of power
slicked the fingers of the lord’s right hand, and he slid a finger in Mikk’s
body at the same time he closed his mouth around the head of the boy’s
erection.

Mikk cursed loudly in his native te ane and pushed back. He was tight, but he
loosened his muscles immediately, a mewling sound leaving his throat as Lugh
sucked and teased at his erection. The boy was tight enough to be a virgin,
though there was certainly no way from the way he was acting that he was; his
muscles gripped at the invader as Lugh added a second finger, scissoring
against the silk walls.

His prisoner’s hips moved in circles against him, pushing him deeper in search
of something. ::Such a slut:: Lugh murmured again from his mind to the boy’s.

“Mmm. Yeah.” One long fingered hand tangled in the silver hair at Lugh’s
temple.

Lugh teased expertly, swirling his tongue around the head of the boy’s erection
once more before letting go with a sucking pop. “Taste very good,” he murmured
as he bit his way up the boy’s chest, biting into his nipples and making Mikk
writhe against him.

“Glad...you approve,” came the breathless reply. The sound of his voice and
breath drew the lord back to that sinful mouth. He sucked briefly at Mikk’s
bottom lip before stroking his tongue in again, twining it with a very talented
and more than willing mate. It was a simple matter to pull almost free of the
boy’s body, swallowing his whimper of disappointment, and then shoving in three
fingers at once, much harder than before.

“FUCK!” Mikk’s mouth moved against his as he gasped in air, muscles tightening.
Lugh nearly pulled free, regretting going too hard and somewhat disappointed.
“More! Dammit! Danube!”

Lugh felt his mouth twist into a satisfied grin. He did it again, feeling the
tip of his middle finger brush against something that made the boy cry out.
Mikk bit at Lugh’s shoulder, wrapping a leg around his knee. “Now,” he growled,
shoving his hips up against Lugh’s stomach and back against his hand.

The lord was never one to disappoint a lover this eager or talented. With a
final nip to Mikk’s mouth, he pulled his fingers free and shifted. He pulled
his captive’s legs over his arms, lined himself up, and thrust into tight,
slick heat.

He slid all the way to the root in one hard thrust, forcing his way into the
boy’s tight body. Mikk arched into it until only his shoulders touched the
floor, taking Lugh in, moaning at the pain of the intrusion.

Lugh stayed still for a long moment. The boy was like a vice around him,
muscles shifting with each flutter of Mikk’s sch. ch. This was...perfect.
Mikk’s long legs shifted, one wrapping around his waist as his nails dug into
Lugh’s arms. “Damn,” Lugh grunted. Nothing should feel this good.

“Mmm.” Mikk’s golden eyes were glazed and dark, his voice rough. “Hurts...” he
murmured, but he seemed to be luxuriating in the ache of such a large man
inside him. “More.”

The lord took him at his word. He shifted once more, then pulled out, thrust,
pulled out-his body fell quickly into a hard, fast rhythm. Mikk arched
mo
moaned beneath him, clenching his muscles when Lugh slammed against his
prostate, milking him expertly. The boy opened for him, urging him on as Lugh
took his body. Mikk reached up and braced a hand on the couch as his body
rocked against the carpet. Too perfect. But it could be just that little bit
better...Lugh pulled almost all the way out and stopped for a moment, gathering
his wit about him.

“Danube,” his prisoner growled, eyes flashing. This was not a boy used to not
having exactly what he wanted when he wanted it.

Lugh grinned at him and shifted in slowly, pressing. The boy growled again as
Lugh slipped out, changed his angle, and went in again. “Come on, beautiful,”
he murmured, watching the gold eyes as he searched. “Where is it?”

Then Mikk yelped, goi going wide and wild as Lugh found what he was searching
for. “Again!”

“There.” Lugh held his prisoner’s hips with one hand and began to pound into
him. Every thrust pulled at his erection, sucking at him, and when his balls
slapped the boy’s perfect ass Mikk cried out as pleasure shot out from Lugh’s
perfect aim at his prostate.

“Again! There! Fuck-” The boy was cursing, writhing, crying out in his native
tongue and a number of others as Lugh took his pleasure from him.

“Scream for me,” Lugh ordered, letting his body take over. His heart roared in
his ears, overlaid by the wet sound of his body slapping against this powerful,
arrogant prisoner’s.

“Make-” Mikk managed a deep breath as Lugh slid out, “make me come, then.” His
voice and eyes held a dare, leg tightening around Lugh’s waist.

“I will,” the lord growled darkly. He wrapped his hand around Mikk’s erection
and started stroking at the same hard, frenzied pace he pounded into that
impossible heat. He’d never taken a telepath before, so when Mikk’s mind
reached out and his pleasure flowed over him, Lugh gasped softly.

Taking and being taken.

The moment their minds touched Mikk’s body jerked against him, spasming around
his erection as he drove mercilessly into him. The boy’s eyes went wide. His
perfect mouth fell open in a silent cry that took voice as he started to come.

His body tightened, trapping Lugh within him, buried to the h Hot Hot liquid
splashed against Lugh’s stomach. “Yesss...” The boy’s body was like a vice as
his stomach fluttered with each spasm of climax. He was beautiful, flushed and
hard all over with the force of his clenching muscles. Lugh forced a few more
thrusts, drawing smaller cries from Mikk’s lips as Lugh took his tightened
body. It was too much for him-the heat, the grip of his prisoner’s body around
him-and Lugh felt himself explode into the boy’s body.

Lugh’s hips moved with each jet of hot seed that filled his prisoner and he
grunted low in his throat as the boy made a sound deliciously close to a
whimper. His vision went dark with the force of his pleasure.

Finally, he pulled free and collapsed half on Mikk, more exhausted than he could
ever remember from one round with a lover.

“Nice,” Mikk murmured breathlessly, the hard plaof hof his chest moving against
Lugh’s with each panted breath.

“Yes.” Lugh’s tongue flicked out, licking a drop of sweat from the boy’s
shoulder. “I might have to capture you again in the future.”

“I could stand that.” Amazingly, Mikk shuddered at the stroke of Lugh’s tongue,
and the lord felt Mikk stir against his stomach. He arched an eyebrow
questioningly.

“Genetic alterations,” Mikk murmured with a naughty grin. He shifted his hips
against Lugh’s skin.

Lugh chuckled. “The night’s not over, yet,” he purred. Beneath him, he felt
Mikk clench his muscles and moan at the flash of pain he must have felt. “You
like it hard,” he murmured by the boy’s ear. “The pain.”

“Mmm. I’m sick, what can I say.”

Lugh chuckled. “I must be, too. I just fucked the son of my greatest enemy.”

“So you did.” Then, to Lugh’s surprise, he moved, sliding out from under the
weight of the lord’s body. “Now, I suppose your enemy’s son is free to go.”

“I suppose.” Lugh rolled over and watched as Mikk shifted to his knees,
stretching luxuriously. Faint sunlight filtered through the windows and painted
each slim muscle and hard angle in shadow and light.

Mikk flashed him that same cocky grin. “Tell me if you’re ever in my lands.” It
took only a thought and he was back in his uniform, the thick material crisp
against his body. “I’ll be glad to have you...captured.”

Lugh smiled lazily back and pushed to stand. Mikk leaned forward, paying no
attention to the sweat and come still splashed on the lord’s skin. His tongue
flickered out and Lugh admitted it, sliding his own in the boy’s mouth for a
last long kiss. The boy’s hand slid down his chest and squeezed. “It’s been
fun.”

Then, with a nip to the lord’s bottom lip, he disappeared. Lugh opened the
outer shield for him, allowing him to pass unharmed through the powerful wards
that surrounded the base camp.

Lugh smiled slowly. That offer definitely held...promise.

~End~