Revelations
Part 1: Svend
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“Another round for everyone!” the dark-bearded man shouted, for the second time that night. He laughed a drunken laugh and tipped a bit on his stool as the tavern erupted into rowdy cheers. The man clapped a hand on Matthew's shoulder to steady himself. The small blonde took it as a gesture of friendship and clanked his tankard against the other's with a crooked smile.
“Ah, Matthew, my friend,” the man said, his words slurred by the alcohol, “I love a good party after a good battle.”
“And a good battle it was!” exclaimed Matthew, bumping their tankards again, this time causing some ale to slosh over the brims. Neither took notice, just took another hearty swig.
“Your twirling blade struck fear into the hearts of all who beheld it!”
“Never before have I seen an axe wielded with such grace and talent!”
“Scores fell before the dancing snake that was your sword!”
“No sword, spear, or axe succeeded in piercing the flesh of the mighty Svend!”
“All hail The Mighty Svend and Matthew of the Lightning Blade!” Svend cried, raising his tankard so high and laughing so hard that he almost toppled over backward. Frantically, he grabbed for Matthew and succeeded in catching hold of his comrade's sleeve, but failed to keep his stool from tipping and so they both crashed to the floor.
They lay stunned and half soaked in spilled ale for only a second before they and everyone else in the tavern burst into roaring laughter. A couple men who had been part of the mercenary band along with them stumbled over to pull them to their feet and dust off their backs.
Svend again clapped a hand on Matthew's shoulder and made a vain attempt to look him straight in the eyes. “What we say you find a sleep to place?”
The small blonde just stared up at him, his muddled mind trying to find some sense in his drunken words.
“Barkeep, give these men a room upstairs,” said the blonde-haired, blue-eyed man who had helped Svend to his feet. Matthew thought his name was Tobias...or Mathias, or...hmm. “Now boys,” the mercenary continued, “pay the nice man and follow him up to your beds.”
Both of them nodded and placed a few silver coins on the bar, retied their pouches, and followed “the nice man” up the stairs, clutching the walls, each other, and the barkeep for support. The barkeep opened a door, allowed the two drunk mercenaries to trip and stumble past before shutting the door without a word. The two friends fell onto the same bed, Matthew's head landing on Svend's arm and his hand on Svend's upper thigh. For a moment Matthew lay content. Then with a start he realized how close he was to the other mercenary and began to pull away. He was stopped by Svend's arm as it circled around him, hugging him close to the bigger man's side. Svend shifted to look at Matthew and smiled.
He just sat there and smiled down at his friend for a while before asking, “What are you gonna do now that we work have...no more?” He squinted at Matthew's face as if he could read there what the proper wording of that sentence was. “Shame the troupe broke up, anyway.”
Matthew just shook his head. He was still trying to decide exactly what was going on; he had never expected this much affection would be shown by his rough and muscular companion ...especially to another man. Matthew had not anticipated meeting many like himself in the city, but here was one right beside him.
“I,” Svend said, nodding his head, “am going to go back to being a trækkerdreng.”
This genuinely astonished Matthew. Svend, the burly axe-wielding mercenary, a prostitute? A “boy that walks the streets?”
“Truly?” Matthew asked, incredulous. “You used to be a prostitute?”
“Mm-hm,” he confirmed, again nodding, “If you got nothin' to do, you should come with me.”
The blonde frowned as he considered the offer. He had come to the city, or rather, left the country to escape his love of another man. An image of his laughing face surfaced at this thought, but he pushed it away. He was escaping from his desire from this man, but maybe if he became a trækkerdreng could either confirm or deny that he liked men as he liked women. Yes. He needed to know if it was a special case with him, or if it was true of others as well. Unbidden, a vision of Soren appeared before his mind's eye and he smiled. Then he realized what was happening and blushed. Did he really find Soren attractive in that way as well?
Before he could explore that idea, Svend's arm tightened around him and a gentle kiss was placed upon his cheek; a soft voice whispered in his ear, “You are so beautiful...you would make a wonderful trækkerdreng, Lightning Blade.”
Svend shifted so that he was facing the smaller man and slid his free hand across Matthew's stomach to cup his hip and pull him closer. Matthew's breathing sped up and he was glad that he was still flat on his back, not facing the other, or else they would be pressed up against one another. He was not sure he wanted to get friendly with one of his mercenary troupe. Matthew sucked in his breath as Svend tightened his grip and kissed the base of his throat; he released the breath as Svend collapsed into sleep, his face still tucked into Matthew's neck. The blonde remained tense and widely awake for a few more moments, but soon enough relaxed. Slowly he realized that he felt comfortable; the strong arms around him were like a blanket of safety. The warm breath on his neck tickled only a little, as did Svend's beard, but he kind of liked the feeling. Laying one hand over the one on his hip and the other on Svend's shoulder, he gently drifted off to sleep.
He awoke slowly, warm and comfortable. Smiling, he nuzzled his face into the pillow. Something strong and warm snaked around his shoulders and pressed him closer to the pillow. Making a satisfied humming sound, he stretched out his arm, encircling the pillow. The supposed pillow inflated and began to rumble.
“Good morning, Lightning Blade.”
Matthew's eyes shot open. He was staring into a foul-smelling, dust-covered tunic. He blinked uncomprehendingly and craned his neck up to see Svend gazing lazily down at him. Then it came back to him: the breaking up of the mercenary troupe, getting drunk, and falling asleep with his friend. There had been something else as well, but he could not remember.
“Good morning, Svend,” he replied, grinning in response to his companion's content expression.
“Good morning.”
“You have already said as much.”
“The morning is good when one wakes up to something as beautiful as you.”
Matthew furrowed his brow. He had been called many things before, but never beautiful. It was something he called women often, even if it was half a lie. It should have sounded strange coming from a man and directed at another, especially from one friend to another, but he actually found it flattering.
“And you,” Matthew said with a smile, “make for quite a comfortable pillow.”
Svend gave a soft chuckle and reached over to kiss Matthew's blonde head, tensing his strong, hard stomach muscles under his arm and causing the bed to creak a little. Matthew ran his fingers over the ridged muscles of Svend's midsection, but his skin smoothed as he relaxed. Curious, he slipped his fingers under the tunic and slid just his middle finger over the skin, applying just a bit of pressure. Sure enough, he could still feel the hard muscle underneath.
“Do you know how to be a trækkerdreng?” Svend asked, playing absently with Matthew's short blonde hair.
Matthew's finger ceased meandering over his skin. That was what he had forgotten: he had agreed to become a prostitute.
“No,” he replied, “but I have had experience with prostitution.”
“Ha! I think I understand your meaning. But the true question is...”
Suddenly Matthew was on his back and Svend was on all fours above him. His heart skipped and then started to pound as he gazed into his companion's lust-laden eyes.
“...have you ever had sex with a man?”
As his heart had leapt into his throat, Matthew could only manage to shake his head.
“Then you must be taught before you can meet your first client.
Svend swooped down and smothered Matthew's lips with his own. This Matthew knew how to do. After his initial moment of surprise, he parted his lips, allowing the other mercenary's tongue to enter his mouth. Svend was hungry and demanding, so different even from the most lust-driven woman he had been with. It occurred to him that this was the first kiss he had shared with a man...and he hoped it would not be his last. His heart was pounding in excitement and he had to break the kiss to catch a few gasping breaths. Matthew's slim fingers entangled themselves in Svend's dirty blonde hair as he rose up to resume the lusty kiss. Lips rubbed together almost painfully as each man struggled for dominance. Matthew opened his mouth wider and this time used his teeth to assert himself. They bit and licked at one another before they had to break again to breathe.
“I see you are proficient in this aspect,” Svend panted, licking his throbbing lips. “But now you must learn the rest.”
In one quick motion, Svend yanked Matthew's tunic off over his head. Sitting up on his knees, Svend pulled off his own tunic, revealing his muscular torso, decorated with light-colored hair. Matthew's breath caught in his throat; somehow Svend's broad, flat chest had more of an effect on him than the round, supple breasts of even the most beautiful woman. He reached out, eager to touch the inviting skin of his comrade, but Svend turned away to dangle his feet over the side of the bed. Matthew heard two thuds that must have been Svend's shoes. It was then that he realized that they had fallen asleep completely clothed, and he immediately set to unlacing his mud-caked boots. As he tossed his second boot to the floor, he looked up and saw the naked body of his friend. Hie eyes went immediately down to Svend's manhood, which looked long to him, even though he was not fully ready. Then again, he only had himself to compare to. Either way, big or small, the sight of it excited him. He was beginning to feel his own when Svend reached over and tore off his trousers in the same quick movement he had used to remove his tunic. It was something that must have come with practice. He would have to learn that one.
Matthew's heart started to beat frantically as Svend crawled back over him. It was a nervous excitement; he wanted this, but he was not quite certain what was going to happen. Eager to be rid of the butterflies flittering about in his stomach, to divert that energy somewhere else, he surged upward, wrapping his thin arms around Svend's thick neck and again setting his lips against the other's. Svend returned the kiss only a moment before pulling away. Matthew was about to protest when he felt his friend's wiry beard rub over his collarbone and his full lips press against his neck. Then his large hands wrapped around his slight chest and rough thumbs ran over his nipples. Matthew sighed with a smile and slid his hands down over the hard muscles of Svend's chest and around his back, resting on his shoulder blades. The movement of the bones was strangely erotic, especially when one of Svend's hands wandered down to rest over his navel. His hand was large and warm and felt good, but Matthew was becoming hot. He needed more. He tightened his hold on the other mercenary, pulling his body closer. Svend obeyed the request enthusiastically, grinding his crotch down onto Matthew's so that their lengths lay next to one another. Matthew released a shuddering breath and his fingers clenched around the protruding bones in Svend's shoulders. Teeth scraped against the soft flesh under his chin when he threw his head back.
“Lightning Blade,” Svend whispered, his breath tickling along the bottom of Matthew's jaw.
Matthew gasped and dropped his head onto Svend's shoulder as the larger man ground down harder.
“Please,” Matthew panted. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched or else it would drive him mad. He writhed under Svend, as if that would make the itch go away.
“Ask again,” Svend breathed, and began moving his hips, rubbing them together.
“Please, please.” He was practically clawing at Svend's back.
“Turn over,” Svend ordered, again sitting up on his knees.
Matthew obeyed without question, rolling over and then getting up on his hands and knees to move back to his original position. He was about to settle back down when Svend's large arm wrapped around his stomach, holding him in place. He relaxed in his warm half-embrace, but flinched a second later when something entered him. Shuddering at the alien feeling, he tried to look over his shoulder to see what it was that the other was doing. He found that his friend was smiling at him, and that what he felt were his fingers. He shuddered as the fingers scissored back and forth inside of him.
“To widen the opening,” Svend breathed, “so the pain is less.”
Matthew just nodded, squeezing his eyes shut against the strange sensation. Svend released a shuddering breath and Matthew heard him say something, but he could only make out the word “face.” An image came to his mind of the face of one of the women he had been with. Was he making that face? He hoped his expression was that attractive. Maybe if he...
His train of thought was cut short by Svend's question: “Ready?”
This was it. There was a moment of hesitation before Matthew nodded. He had barely drawn a breath before the pain exploded throughout his body. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out and balled up the sheet in his fist.
Svend began withdrawing as he asked, “Are you all right?”
Matthew nodded again. It hurt, but it also felt really good. “More,” he groaned.
The other chuckled. “Breathe, Lightning Blade.” And then he obeyed his bottom.
Matthew squeezed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip, his fist still clenched around the sheets. A low sound escaped from his throat as Svend slid back in and then back out again. He did it twice more, eliciting pained moans from his bottom.
Finally Matthew growled, “Faster!”
“Your wish is my command.”
Matthew cried out as his top thrust into him and then pulled sharply out. He thrust in again and again until he had established a pounding rhythm. Hips slammed against buttocks, and for once Matthew cursed the fact that he was slim and bony. But the pain was soon overshadowed by the incredible pleasure. Matthew found himself panting as he became harder and harder. He gasped as a large hand wrapped around his manhood. Svend kept up his rough rhythm as his thumb wandered up the shaft and over the tip, making little circles as it progressed. Matthew shivered and shuddered; the pleasure was overwhelming. His breathing became even more labored as Svend's hand began sliding up and down, mimicking the movement of his hips. Sweat dripping from the hair that had fallen across his forehead stung his eyes. He tried to shake the locks from his face, but they were plastered to his forehead by the same sweat.
“Oh, Lightning Blade,” Svend panted and tightened his grip on Matthew, causing the smaller man to cry out.
He hadn't thought it possible, but somehow Svend managed to increase his speed. Matthew could feel the pressure mounting and mounting as his heart pounded furiously.
“Svend,” he gasped. “I'm...I'm...”
“Together,” was all that Svend managed to say before they climaxed simultaneously, each releasing a wordless, animalistic scream.
The feeling of Svend's hot seed spilling into him was almost as satisfying as his own release. No wonder women orgasmed more than once. He grunted a little as Svend toppled over sideways, bringing Matthew along with him. But the grunt changed to a satisfied hum as Svend tucked his legs up and under his own and held him close to his warm chest. He even giggled a little as Svend laid a gentle kiss on his neck. Suddenly there was a large bicep looming directly over his nose and he heard a small sucking sound.
“Mmm. You are so sweet, Matthew,” Svend said, taking his arm away to wrap it around his small chest. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing,” he breathed. “And now I truly know.”
“What do you know?”
“That I do indeed love men as I love women.”
“That is a nice revelation.”
“Yes, and another is that I enjoyed that more than anything I've done before.”
“Truly?”
“Actually, I was hoping we could do it again. Right now.” He was getting excited just thinking about it. “Perhaps I could dominate this time.”
Svend laughed and tightened his embrace. “I would love that, Lightning Blade, but I must first teach you a second way to please your customers.”
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Hee hee I love Matthew, I really do. So tell me what you think. I don't have a lot of experience writing this kinda stuff, so please give me constructive criticism! Hopefully I will be able to post once a week, so check back with me often! ...please ^_^