Knight

A soft chill breeze that scraped the frosty surface of the salty ocean slipped onto the beach, chilling Yuan's bare upper torso with it's icy bite, his golden skin soothed by it's cold embrace. He tossed his head back, his chestnut locks hanging free from the usual confines of its pony-tail as his lips parted in a soft moan. Another gentle caress from the sea breeze iced his hot skin, almost sexual in it's pleasure.

On the horizon, a rose colored glow engulfed the sea, the soft blue becoming a deep scarlet as the sun slowly crept from it's hiding spot, piercing the darkness of dawn into the light of morning. Yuan's favorite time of the day, taking in the sun rise as it never once failed to take his breath away in it's beauty. The island in the distance, The Isle of the Gods as it was called to the locals, always seemed to be superficially set ablaze by the morning light.

"Thought I'd find you here." The voice was deep and husky.

Yuan crooned his head, watching as his childhood friend from the village Senel took a seat in the pearly sand next to him. In the years since reaching his teenage years, Senel had grown into quite the handsome one. His raven hair that was always kept short, yet the bangs were always kept with some length so they hung over his scarlett eyes. His powerful arms always bare with the sleeveless laced top he wore, and the tight pants that outlined his long slender legs. The girls of the village always giggled, trying to find some excuse to pull the ebony haired man into some type of help. Being the naive one he was, Senel always helped, unaware of their sinful intentions.

"Yeah." Yuan replied, drinking in the sight of Senel as the glow captured him. "Something wrong?" He asked, not knowing many reasons that Senel would be up before morning, much less out searching for him.

"Yeah, old man Kewell wants you to go to the Isle of the Gods today. Our village is running low on fish, and we don't wanna go hungry."

He grumbled. What a way to spoil the morning. Going out to that island where only feral beasts awaited. He'd be on protection duty, as always, armed with a more rust than steel shortsword to fend off those very feral beasts. Any harm befell the old fisherman, he'd recieve the blame.

"Damn it!" He spat. "We're gonna get in trouble one of these days for fishing there. It's off limits to anyone with permission from the Marquis." His tanned hands fumbled for the tie as he pulled his hair back into a pony tail, ignoring the laughter that erupted from Senel. "Don't laugh. I'm betting you don't have to go."

Senel pet his old friend affectionately. "Nah, but I've got other things to do. I'm helping with the garden today." He tipped Yuan's face to look into the tanned boy's golden eyes. "But...I could make it worth your while, if you want..." His voice a low purr.

Yuan's wiry arms wrapped around Senel as he sank himself onto the others lap. "Well...if you think you could..." He giggled as their lips met. Senel, always the pushy one, thrust his tongue deep into Yuan's mouth, exploring the wet cavern as Yuan's hands slid down his firm sides. Their lips parted, both breathless as Yuan fumbled helplessly with Senel's belt.

"Fuck! Undo this thing for me!" He growled, yanking and snatching the belt to try and futilely tear off the offending garment.

His throat erupted with laughter as Senel rather easily undid the belt. "See, it's easy..." Yuan's plush lips wasted no time in wrapping around the hard organ, swallowing it down his throat as he relished in the soft moans that poured from Senel's otherwise arrogant lips.

Senels' fingers fumbled inside of the brown locks, undoing the previously tied knot that bound Yuan's hair, enjoying watching the chestnut locks spill and frame the blowing boys face. His mouth made a rapturous assault on Senel's member, pulling off for Yuan to give the head a few teasing licks, before descending once again. His hands fondled and caressed Senels large balls, an act which the raven-haired village boy particularly enjoyed.

After a few more bobs of the brown haired boy, he emptied his seed into the boy's mouth, no drop escaping his rosy lips as he swallowed the sticky essence. "You're getting way to good at this..." He cooed, brushing his fingers through the feather soft locks.

"You're the one who made me this way..." He purred, the limp member slipping from his mouth. "Who was it that had the bright idea to try sucking each other off a little while back?"

"Well, you're the one who ended up begging me to put in you..." His large hand cupped Yuan's bottom. "And you made such wonderful little gasps and moans..."

"I didn't gasp..." Yuan's face twisted into a pout. His bottom lip stuck out defiantly made itself a perfect target for Senel's teeth, which captured the plush lip and nibbled it.

As Senel's teasing of Yuan ceased, he tore off the lace shirt he wore, the rose colored sun rise casting a gentle glow on his skin, contouring to every delicious line of his hard, muscled form. A faint tint of pink crossed Yuan's nose. "You're...really gorgeous..." He bit his lip as Senel lay him back against the sand.

"We're gonna be so dirty after this..." He pressed his lips against Yuan's again, his tongue slipping again inside of the other's waiting mouth. He rid the boy of his pants, and spread his slender legs, his erection pressing into the other's soft opening. "No oil...you gonna be okay?"

He nodded, "We've done this enough times, I think I can handle it dry once or twice."

Senel smiled, placing soft bites, and soothing kisses along the soft expanse of Yuan's body. That very body that was always so supple under his touch, so complacent, and obedient that aroused him far more than any busty female. He pushed himself deep inside of the tight heat, burying himself inside of the golden skinned village boy.

Arching his back, arms wrapped around the raven haired lover, Yuan cried out Senels name, other soft moans spewing from his lips. Senel began to push thrust with gentle pumps that quickly escalated to raw bursts of energy that rocked Yuan's body forward with each push. Yuan pushed back against' Senel, trying to push against the hot body above him, never minding the wet sand on his back.

The hot lust that escalated between them set forth a fire in between them, the rose color fading from their bodies, yet the flush remained. Their lips crushed together as their bodies mingled on the beach, unwary of any bodies that might've been watching their sensual dance.

Senel's lips pressed against Yuan's neck in soft kisses and nips, his hot breath panting against Yuan's form. In one final thrust, he came, his hot juices shooting against Yuan's inner walls.

As the hot ribbons splashed and dripped on his insides, Yuan let out a strangled cry, Senel's large hand muffling his overly loud noises as his seed splashed between their bellies in a sticky paste.

Holding himself up, careful not to crush the smaller framed boy, Senel waited for his cock to soften before pulling it out, admiring the white cream the trickled from Yuan's love hole. "That's so cute..." He purred. "Anyways, gotta get up. You gotta go fishing." He mocked, a thump to the head his reward.

"Give me a damn minute."

Senel giggled as he pushed his nose into the crook of Yuan's neck, taking in the scent. "Yeah, yeah, I was kiddin'. Take all the time you need, okay." He pushed his lips against Yuan's in a brief, chaste kiss that left both longing for more of the other's taste. "I love you, Yu-Yu..."

"I love you too, Senel." Quickly recovering, Yuan bounced up, putting on his clothes, breathing in the crisp air of the sea once more before he followed Senel back to their village. As they walked, Yuan wrapped his slender arms around Senel's strong waist, his nose burying into Senel's strong neck. He placed several kisses along the raven-haired's neck, each kiss accompanied by a soft moan from his lover.

"You're making it hard to walk Yu-" Senel chuckled.

Yuan leaped up, wrapping his slender legs around Senel's waist, the other's hands instinctively groping his upper thighs to hold him up. As his arms wrapped around Senel's neck he latched his teeth onto the other's ear. "It's been a while since you gave me a ride, Senny..."

"Cause you got heavy."

"I'm not fat!" He bit the ear in his mouth rather cruelly, a yelp from Senel satisfying his brief flash of fury.

"I didn't say that..." He rubbed Yuan's leg soothingly under his large hands. "Not fat at all..." He purred, admiring the slender toned leg in his hand. Even with the golden boy at his back, he could tell he was pouting.

"Hey, Senel...you remember the promise we made three years ago?" Yuan pushed his lips against the back of Senel's neck, hoping to stir the old memory.

"You mean, the first night we ever had sex? Yeah, I remember it very well." Senel set Yuan's body down from the piggy back ride, turning to face him, he knelt down before Yuan. "That I'd always be your knight." He said proudly. "And I'd always defend you."

Yuan knelt as well, tipping Senel's chin with his fingers, planting a feather soft kiss on his lips. "Yeah, that promise. It made me really happy. Even now...just thinking about it."

Desiring more of his younger lover, Senel pushed his lips against Yuan's in a bruisingly fire heated kiss, pushing his tongue inside of his mouth, their tongues wrapping around each other. As they parted, Senel's eyes burned with mischief. "You know. I'm saving up my money for this really pretty dress so that you could be my princess." He teased.

Again, Yuan thumped him on the head, a deep scarlet staining his cheeks. "Let's go, perv." A giggle, and a kiss, the two began their stride back into the village that they called home.

Young Ladel, the small village that was constructed from any materials available during it's construction. Anything from old ships, to simple trees cut down and crudely tied together in a mock house. It was a shabby village, with people who lived very simply. Still, it was the home of Yuan and Senel, and where the two met. It was quiet, and boring, but the two always had each other, and had been the "adventuring" type since their boy hood. Despite it's shabby look, the village was quite sturdy. In it's twenty years of life, the village had seen three hurricanes, and survived all three with only minimal damage.

With a deep sigh, Yuan prepared to cut through the village toward the pier, where old man Kewell already waited, probably with his shabby patched overalls and lecherous smile that seemed a permanent fixture of his face. As he parted with Yuan, Senel took him by the wrist.

"Be careful. I'll see you tonight." He cooed, the last words whispered hotly in Yuan's ear. He so longed to plant a kiss on Senel's lips, but he knew he couldn't. Not with the crowd of people that cluttered the village in the morning.

"Yeah, see you then." And they parted with promises of what was to come later that night.

After watching his ebony haired lover slip into the crowd, almost immediately asked by some indecent girl, fawning all over his hard physique, for help in moving furniture, her implications falling onto Senel's naive ears. He made his way to the pier, the tiny boat inviting him as the old, almost toothless man laughed and patted the seat next to him. He groaned, taking a seat in the boat, and accepting the shortsword the old man passed to him. And then, they were off.

Out to sea, the old memory failing fisherman told him a story of his days of youth, and his hand in assisting in the construction of Ladel village. The same story Yuan had heard fifty times before, and the same story he'd hear at least two more times before they reached the off-coast island, and he'd surely hear it again on their way back to the village as the old man's memory failed him, and he never cared to ask if he'd already told the story before.

The reached the island, old man Kewell taking up his fishing pole and bait and headed out to a small rock formation where he'd cast his line. Whether or not the trips were enjoyable was never the issue, there was no doubt that the fish caught at the island were always thrice as big as fish caught off the coast of their village. Something about the island, the Isle of the Gods, seemed to command power in all forms, larger fish, larger trees, larger cliffs, larger everything. Including larger beasts, much to Yuan's chargrin.

Sword in hand, Yuan announced "I'm going on a patrol!" Which was hushed by the fisherman to prevent Yuan from scaring the fish. He grumbled, and set out into the woods, eyes wary of any movement, ears listening for any crunches made in the leaves besides the ones crunched by his own advance.

On hushed breath, he grumbled "Where's my knight when I need him." The thought brought images of Senel from their earlier indiscretions. He blushed, recalling how good it felt to have the raven haired knight deep inside of him, kissing and licking every inch of his supple body. In the midst of all his thoughts, Yuan scolded himself for the problem that now strained his pants.

He cursed himself, hard and with no way to take care of it. He wouldn't dare masturbate with the threat of a wild beast pouncing and attacking him. He wouldn't deny the thought of something watching was a bit of a turn-on, but the thought of something tearing his guts out seemed to counteract that fetish.

As his thoughts went in circles, he failed to notice himself moving off the trail, and more over becoming lost in the surprisingly quiet woods. Normally something would have attacked him already, the two landing in a vicious struggle for life, too see who would prevail in a battle of man meets animal. His still in tact jugular was a track record for Yuan, proving his long standing victory over the beasts. Of course, it would only take one loss.

As he scanned the woods, realizing he'd become lost, he only uttered "Oh shit..." He could call for Kewell, but he would only be answered by a pack of animals who hadn't eaten for days. "Okay Yuan...you can get out of this..." He muttered, soothing no one except himself.

He moved through the forest, slashing at the brush with his dull sword in search of the trail he'd wandered off of. As he walked, he found himself in a small clearing. A meadow, grassy and without a single tree to it. In the middle of the rather expansive meadow lay a large stone dais made of rather exquisite marble, a pillar jutting up from each corner that seemed to stretch to the very heavens.

"Whoah..." His eyes fell upon the obviously unnatural structure, climbing onto the stone platform, examining the elaborate etchings that had been made into it, a large insignia that completely encased the entirety of the stone floor.

"I've gotta show this to Senel.." He whispered on a hitched breath, running his fingers along the carvings in the dais. As he examined the stage thoroughly, a loud scream cut through the forest, a shaky scream, an aged scream.
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"Kewell!!!" He called out, recognizing the voice. He ran from the dais, slashing through the brush, cutting down anything in his path as he moved through the woods straight toward the source of the scream, paying no heed as he passed the very trail he was searching for, only to cut through the woods once again. His heart pounded in his chest, the thought of some animal making lunch of frail Kewell, the poor old man unable to do anything as he was torn apart.

His eyes fell upon light creeping through the otherwise dark forest as he burst from it's depths. The rock formation that Kewell fished was covered in a thick coat of crimson, blood staining each rock. Around him, a row of armored soldiers stood at attention, one near Kewell held a blood stained spear, the others only standing as statues, none even turning their attention toward Yuan. He recognize the armor, they were soldiers of the area's Marquis, though why they were out on the island was unknown to Yuan.

"What the hells going on!?" He ran forward, sword in hand, Two soldiers took stance, their spears armed and ready to attack, seeing Yuan as a threat brandishing a weapon. "We were only fishing! Why'd you kill him!" He cried out, eyes falling upon old Kewell's pale corpse. Yuan's breath came in small, ragged pants.

Amongst the armored soldiers came a portly man, unarmored, but dressed in very fine robes. His short stature and other wise plump features seemed to personify the spoiled life of nobility. Yuan's glare fell upon him. "As you know boy, trespassing is illegal." His voice high pitched and nasally. "Now, you are standing on royal grounds. This is a very serious offense. Seize him!"

Yuan was unable to tell when one of the soldiers managed to get behind him, or if he'd been there the whole time. All who could feel was the sharp jap of the butt of the spear jamming into the back of his head, and his vision turning white. As he fell to the ground, the last moments of consciousness fading from his body, he wished his knight, Senel, would appear and save him, just as he had three years ago.

As he awoke a few hours later, his gaze darted around the room. Dark, dim light illuminating the blood that stained the floor, the chains that hung from the ceiling, twins to the ones that were currently binding his hands, and the deep stench of copper that could be nothing other than blood. He only worried if it was his.

He squirmed, though his toes were straining to touch the floor. His hair-tie had been undone, and his chestnut hair spilled down his naked golden shoulders. His pants were clinging to his hips, threatening to fall down if Yuan commenced his futile squirming. He wondered where his shirt had gone, but the thought was short lived as he recognized the very familiar portly man snickering in front of him. He wanted to ask the man where he was, but he doubted an answer would be given and he refused to be at the disgusting man's mercy.

"Your truly have a lovely body. So slender. You'd make a fine concubine." He giggled, a nasally giggle that sickened Yuan. His sausage fingers brushed Yuan's pink nipple, pinching the cute bud under his rotund fingers.

"Don't touch me!" Yuan hissed, jerking away from the fat-man's touch.

"I'll touch you as much as I want, boy!" He rans his hand down Yuan's taut belly. "Your so soft. Maybe after you learn some obedience I'll have you accompany my bed. Of course if you object, you can always meet the same fate as your old fisherman friend."

Yuan's eyes welled with tears. They had killed Kewell. Yuan wasn't Kewell's biggest fan, but the old man had never done anything to harm a soul. He didn't deserve to be speared like a rabid dog, not like that. It may have been a weak form of revenge, but for Kewell it was all he could do. Gathering all the saliva he could into his dry mouth, he spat it on the fat bastard's cheek, though he'd aimed for the eye. "Go ahead and kill me, you pudgy bastard. I'd sooner bite through my own tongue and drown in my blood than have you touch me."

A sharp whiplash landed on his back, an unknown presence behind Yuan landed three swats to his golden back. Three angry red whelps appeared in their wake, Yuan hissing as the cold air nipped the wounds.

"Watch how you speak to the Minister of Foreign Affairs, you insolent pup!" The man behind him barked.

"It's quite alright." The Minister giggled, that same damn nasally giggle. "But, give him a good lashing to loosen him up. Let him know that there are far worse things in this world than death."

The fat man propped himself on the wall, watching as Yuan's torture commenced, the brutal whip digging into the tender flesh of his back, each bite of the whip eliciting more screams from Yuan. He felt the blood trickle down his back, seeping through his pants. Tears spilled down his cheeks as the fire on his back seemed to grow hotter.

"I can stop this you know..." The Minister smiled. He rubbed his putrid cock through his royal robes. "You beg for me to take you, to make you into a bitch, and I'll make it all stop."

Yuan hung his head. "Please..." The Minister stood to attention, expecting Yuan to now grovel at his feet, beg for his cock to be plunged into him. "I'm talking to the guy behind me, fatty. Please...keep whipping..." A request that was obliged. The stinging in his back resumed, but after a mere five more strikes to his wounded back, the door flung open.

Yuan's eyes were hazy with tears, unable to see the figure that stepped into the room. He could hear the fat Minister blubbering excuses, but the pain was too sharp and even the words weren't clear to him. All he could see were rough outlines, the newly entered person likely a man, tall, with white clothes and long golden hair, but that was all Yuan could make out. Their words too were drowned out, as though he was listening from underwater. He wondered if this man was his new torture buddy.

The blond man entered the room. "G-General what're you..." The plump Minister uttered.

"Silence!" The word cut through the quiet still in the room. "You're carrying out unauthorized torturing here, and on what grounds, might I ask?" The blond's voice was deep voice, contrasting his otherwise delicate appearance.

"W-Well, you see sir, he was--trespassing..." The Minister was blubbering. As Yuan's hearing cleared, he was pleased to hear the fat bastard at a loss for words. The more the man with golden hair spoke, Yuan came to recognize him as his savior.

"You're torturing an innocent boy on grounds of trespassing?" He cocked an eyebrow. "We'll discuss this later Dorlin. Leave! You as well!" He turned his attention to the man behind Yuan, who dropped his whip and retreated from the room.

They left, and the man's azure eyes cast upon Yuan. Yuan was quickly making out more of the man's features as the tears cleared his eyes. He was tall, young, and wearing a skin tight white uniform that consisted of multiple layers that didn't distract his taut figure. He had long golden hair, as Yuan had already recognized, pulled back into a pony-tail that hung down his back, bound by an otherwise feminine ribbon.

His gaze was sharp, intense, as it pierced Yuan. His hand reached into his pocket as he stepped forward, though as Yuan stared deeply at the blond, he realized the look of scorn wasn't at him, but rather the tattered condition of his body. "Damn that fat bastard." He hissed, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket. "Wipe those tears, little one. It's alright, I'll get you down." He rubbed the soft cloth over Yuan's eyes, wiping the salty tears from his cheeks. Afterwards, he reached up, having retrieved the key from the guard before entering and unchained the cuffs, catching Yuan's limp body as he fell forward.

"Easy..." He gave a soft, comforting chuckle. Yuan wasn't sure why, but the warmth of the man's body invited him, soothed him despite the horribly painful welps on his back. He wrapped his golden arms around the man's porcelain neck, pulling him closer to him. "It's okay..." He soothed, careful as he pulled Yuan closer, careful not to touch his tender back. "...Just relax. I'll make sure that cretin pays for this."

The golden haired man took Yuan into his arms, carrying him from the room and into the bright hallway. Yuan shut his eyes, feeling exhaustion overwhelming him, and feeling so soothed in the man's powerful arms. Before he could stop himself, Yuan fell into the deep serenity of sleep.

Light flooded his vision, he wondered how long he slept as he awoke. He pushed the plush covers from his body, rising up, feeling the silk sheets against his back. He turned, looking at the figure sitting next to the bed who gave him a warm smile. It was the same man who'd saved him earlier, only now his garb was different. He was garbed in a very simple outfit. Leather pants that clung to his slim hips, and a sleeveless shirt that showed his defined, yet creamy arms. His blond hair was no longer bound in a pony tail, and rather drifted down his back.

"Oh, you're awake." He motioned his hand to the table beside the bed. "I brought you some food, though it's a little cold. It's almost midnight now, and I brought it earlier."

"Where...am I?" He uttered, looking around the rather large room, adorned with tables, a very large wardrobe, and even it's own bathroom.

"Oh, this is my room." He flashed a beautiful smile. "Sorry, it's a little messy." Yuan wondered how the blond defined messy in the otherwise spotless room.

"And...where's your room?" He asked, looking at the rather tempting assortment of food beside his bed.

"Oh, my sincerest apologies. This is Caldea, the Capital City. You're in the royal palace young one."

His eyes widened. Caldea!? What happened to Ladel? He hadn't realized he'd been brought quite so far away from his home. "W-Why am I here!?" Panic rose in his chest, his breathing becoming erratic.

The blond placed his hands on Yuan's shoulders. "Settle, little one. It's alright. That bastard Minister brought you hear on bullshit charges, bul I shall see you returned home safely. I promise."

This man, this blond man who'd saved him from the portly man, the man whose name was completely oblivious to him seemed so comforting, warm and so gentle. Yuan pulled the warmth closer, clinging to it like a newborn to it's mother. "W-Who are you?" He uttered, drinking in the floral scent of the blond's body.

"My name is Cecil Fennete. I'm the General of the army."

"G-General!?" Yuan parted himself from the man. "Forgive me, sir! I apologize if I at all seemed rude."

The General let out a rather heartwarming laugh as he ran his fingers through Yuan's chestnut hair. "Please, don't be so formal. If anything..." Cecil stood from the chair on which he sat. He knelt by the bed, his hair spilling over his shoulders, cascading to a pool in the floor. "...I should be respectful to you. I'm so sorry. I'm a knight, and yet, I failed to protect an innocent civilian. Please, spare me."

Yuan's heart skipped a beat as the otherwise powerful man bowed his head before him. "P-Please, don't bow to me. You're making it really hard to be pissed off for being whipped." His face flushed scarlet as he averted his eyes from the gorgeous General.

"I've already discussed that Minister's punishment with the Marquis. And, I shall personally escort you home." It was strange. Despite his words and actions, none of it felt patronizing or joking. This man called Cecil seemed to be spewing genuine emotion to the younger boy.

"W-Well...I should get out of your bed now, huh?" Yuan tried to change the subject. He wasn't comfortable by how easy this blond was making his heart flutter.

"Nonsense, stay. I'll bring you breakfast in the morning."

"Well, where will you sleep?"

Cecil stood, sweeping his locks behind his head. "In the soldiers barracks. It's been a while, but I'm pretty well received by the soldiers." He placed a tender kiss on Yuan's forehead. "Please forgive me, and sleep well." He turned, leaving Yuan with but a blush on his face.

"Wait!" Yuan called, stopping the General from his exit of the room.

"Yes? Do you need something."

Yuan nodded. "I-I can't just take your bed. And...I don't want to be alone tonight. I'm scared, and don't really know anyone. So...I mean...if you have no where better to be. You could just sleep in the bed...you know...with me." He hoped Senel would forgive him. He didn't plan to have sex with the man, but a warm body next to his was something he was greatly craving.

"Sure...young one. By the way..." His elegant movement across the room, so quiet, as though his feet never touched the ground. "I never caught your name." He sat at the foot of the bed, peeling the shirt from his body, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

Yuan flushed, the blond was going to sleep shirtless. His eyes drank in the sight of the milky body. It looked so soft, so supple, and the skin was a porcelain white. Despite this, it didn't seem at all to be delicate or frail, rather very taut with muscles as powerful as Senels. His claims of knighthood went unknown by his otherwise flawless and un-scarred body, where no morsel of fat dared to cling.

"Something wrong?" Cecil asked as he slipped under the covers with Yuan.

"N-No!" He snapped back to reality as Cecil's beautiful, unmarred figure slipped under the covers with him. He bit his lip as the warmth of Cecil's body pressed against his. As comforting as he'd hoped, perhaps too comforting.

"Well, you still haven't told me your name." Realizing the comfort the boy needed, he pulled his head against his chest. "Or...if you don't wish to tell me, it's fine."

"N-No it's not that. My name's Yuan. In my village, last names aren't real important but...it's Tensa. Yuan Tensa..." He closed his eyes, the smell of roses wafting again into his nose. "You smell really nice..." He purred. He quickly realized he'd said that out loud, intending for it to stay a thought.

Cecil giggled. "I appreciate that, young one. Wait, my apologies. I appreciate that Yuan." He wrapped a creamy colored leg around Yuan's waist, the brunette blushing as he was pulled closer into Cecil's beautiful frame. "Now, sleep well."

Yuan was regretting his decision to have Cecil stay in the bed with him. It wasn't he didn't like the man, not that at all. But the closeness of their bodies, the sheer allure that exuded from this man named Cecil. It was heavily arousing, almost intoxicating, and Yuan found himself having to restrain himself from becoming aroused by the man.

He begged Senel to forgive him in his thoughts, hoping his ebony knight would never know the lusty thoughts that plagued his dreams that night. Dreams of the General taking him for his own, capturing him in those soft, hard toned arms and fucking him deep.

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Some Authors Notes. Okay, to start, TO ALL CRIMSON MOONLIGHT READERS, I will still update it! I'm going to continue on that story, and this one as well. I found this story floating around on my computer from some time ago, and thought I'd post it. If you guys like it, I'll continue. Spring break's starting so I'll have much more time to write, rather than just work on fuckin' College work. So, two stories goin at the same time. This story may be updated more slowly though, but I guess it all just depends, really. This is all really just practice as I try to get better at writing and storytelling. So, I hope you guys enjoy, and in classic format, I'll now give a small teaser for the next chapter.

Preview: A sinister plot unfolds as the Minister converses with ones responsible for Yuan's capture. Cecil sends a scout to Ladel village that returns with a rather interesting response. And, in terms of romance, Yuan finds himself increasingly attracted to Cecil, but all he really wants is to get back to Senel. Isn't it?